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(HD stills from the Law and Order: Special Victim Unit S24 & Law and Order: Organized Crime S3' crossover finale.)
#eo#bensler#bensler 3.0#olivia benson#elliot stabler#chris meloni#mariska hargitay#a bensler blog#law and order organized crime#law & order special victims unit#olivia x elliot#elliot x olivia#she is like: now that I have my real present for someone who actually mean to me you can keep that other think#both look like presents and in a wey they are but the two a so very different#liv didn't open it bc she really liked the idea of receiving a present but that meant nothing to her#which made the outside matter more then the inside that was meaningless to her anyway hance the decision not to rip the package#sorry doctor stabler idk you were correct in your assumptions#liv IS scared of normalcy though#also the way they teamed up <333#idt*
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Okay but the new gbf event, literally going to cry. I stayed up to read it last night (er this morning at 3 am), bc I was excited about it being a sequel to Together In Song. I loved Together in Song, that event fucking crushed my hear (also shipping Elta with Caro). This new event was SO GOOD. I LOVE CANTATE. WHAT THE FCUK WHAT A BABY. HER PASSION AND ANGER AND FRUSTRATION AND STRUGGLE AND LOVE. What a wonderful character. I really wanted to start crying when she was so happily and excitedly info dumping about violins and Selfira was genuinely interested and enjoying listening. I need to ship this so bad. Like, I usually donât go to hard for ships that seem mostly wholesome, but god. You canât tell me not to hc Cantate as autistic, like there is no way I wonât. I want Selfira to meet Cantate again and for them to make music together and fall in love and ;ojlhkgjhfdghjhjgfdsfgh
more under the cut because i take issue with some of the ending of the event and started ranting about it lol
The only issue I had with the story was the ending with the âsee the price is important so your instruments will be bought by professionals who can play well and bring joy to listeners.â Like whoa, Iâm sorry lol, hold the fuck up. Please tell me why conflating wealth with skill (and talent as much as I hate the word talent, bc itâs often used to overlook the hard work people have put in to honing their skill lol) is a good and accurate idea. Like people who are poorer are incapable of being extremely skilled in music, what the fck gbf? Like I get the issue of donât price your skill so slow because you put so much work into your ability. Your skillâs have value and unfortunately in a capitalistic society money is required to survive. It is her profession. In a perfect world it could just be a hobby and I think there should be zero issue letting her give instruments away for as cheap as possible. Let her do what she wants. And it was important for her to learn that letting someone thank you with materials things is not a bad thing, and it can be insulting or hurtful to refuse their gift (and explaining that thereâs a cultural barrier here too thatâs causing the conflict, which was great). I feel for Caro about not being sure if pushing her in the direction to leave the island and sell her instruments will make her happy. It did selfish to think of it like but all that waisted talent. Like cool, but maybe just let her do want she wants? I guess the idea was supposed to be like, well she wants to give more people a voice and doing that and helping her reach her goal means spreading her work beyond the island. I guess there was some level of, she also really needs to price higher for the sake of not being taken advantage of??? But the story insisted she was really good judge of character??? So like I guess in the end I think the only reasonable reason that I think should of been why she should price her instruments higher is that leaving the island means leaving her apprenticeship, means needing money to support herself, and the prices she was trying to charge before did not accurately reflect the hours of labor she was putting into each instrument. Like the island mentions that price of material sometimes affects the cost but did not say anything about the time that is put into making an item. I think the first part of the argument that she should value her ability more was a better argument than, you need to make your instruments more expensive so random people who cannot play them to their full potential donât buy them all. Because professionals only care about the monetary value of an instrument. And also only professionals should play her instruments thatâs literally not what she wanted. Idk that last bit came off really elitist/classist. Like let her make beautiful instruments for anybody who wants them, like fucking boo-hoo people who arenât professional are playing them which means its a waist of such a good quality instrument, like fuck off with that. Low supply and high demand meaning only wealthy people get nice things is fucking messed up, lets not pretend itâs a good thing. Especially when the person suppling wants to let anyone be able to play. Itâs fine to put value on the experiencing of listening to music but trying to gatekeep people out of playing via price is still shitty, you know. Iâd rather we didnât frame that as a âgoodâ thing. So yeah, I agree that she should consider pricing higher because she needs desperately needs to value her own work more (and just value a lot of herself more, sob). But I donât agree we should just pretend itâs totally good thing that society believes that high quality = most expensive and that the people who can afford them are the people that deserve them the most. :\\\\\ Itâs a complicated subject and I think gbf fumbled on the end in that respect but I give them props for the, please value your work, bc there are a lot of young artists who underprice themselves because they donât think about the amount of time they put into a piece and the amount of time they spent honing their craft. (obv the real solution lies in paying people more, a reasonable fucking wage, so people can fucking afford shit. and not letting .01% hoard money and not put it back into the fucking economy because they underpay their workers and [froths at the mouth]. anyways... itâs more complicated then that but Iâm not here to have the discussion, itâs just relevant to mention with the topic of this event.)
#sammy liveblogs about granblue#sammy be quiet#regardless i love cantate#and i very very very much enjoyed the story#like tbh i don't fully read all that many gbf events because i'm usually mostly interested in a few characters#and gbf has a massive cast#and i tell myself the event story will go in my journal and i can go back and read it later#but i loved the previous event so i went in planing to not skimming it#and was very glad i did#tbh i like selfira way more now i was super indifferent about her before bc i am 100% guilty of skimming her fates#and i completely skimmed her previous event and she didn't do a whole lot in together in song#like elta was little more focused on in that event and i already like him bc he was sweet baby and had watched his sr events#bc when i was baby player and for a while when i did run sr teams for the pendents i used both his wind sr and light sr so i cared about him#im glad selfira got to shine more in this event and i do want to go back and read her other event#bc god also when she started crying about feeling like she ruined her great grandmothers legacy uhg it hit me in the chest#im very interested in her now <333#okayyyy i need to shut up now#im done i swear#OKAY ONE LAST THING#I JUST WANT TO SAY ITS NICE TO HAVE AN EVENT I ENJOYED THE STORY FOR AFTER DESTROYING MYSELF WITH GW#i needed some of my faith for why i love playing gbf so much after farming to the point of frying my brain#bc god do i really love some of the story in gbf (and i adore so many characters)#yes i'm a hopeless farming addict but i can burn out on that#and the reason i kept playing gbf was not just the gameplay loop but the story too#lol ''gameplay loop'' you mean farming hell]
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gojo & geto fucking their pretty bestfriend (you guessed it, you<3) in the eiffel tower position <333
contains: fem reader, threesome, the boys are gay for each other, choking, hair pulling, dirty talk ofc, kinda rough, gojo is a brat, satosugu are switches, sub reader tho
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"fucking christ this pussy is killing me," geto has a strong hold on your hips as he pulls you back on his dick, similtaniously knocking gojos cock deeper into your throat, making your eyes water as you gag around him
"hahaha don't tell me ur about to cum already Suguru, we jus started," gojos hand is resting on the underside of your throat, so he can feel his dick every time geto fucks you into him
"shut the fuck up satoru," geto hisses and gojo infuriatingly laughs in response, "how are you doin princess?" gojo directs his attention to you
there is no way you were responding while in the state you were currently in, coughing and sputtering spit around gojos cock while geto expertly fucked straight into your g-spot
"whats that? gotta speak up baby, cant understand you" he coos, whiping the tears and spit off your cheek with his slender fingers
if you had half a mind, you would've slapped gojo for being such a bully, but luckily for him, you didn't have half a mind, geto stuck up for you though; ever the sweetheart he is; "such a fuckin bully satoru, maybe I should fuck you next while they sit on your face, see how you fucking feel then huh?"
you couldnt lie that the thought of suffocating gojo between your thighs and having him suck on your clit while geto fucked high pitched whines out of him didnt sound like the worst idea in the world, but that was for another day
reaching down between your legs you rubbed quick circles on your clit while digging your nails into gojos thigh to stabilize yourself,
"oh, i think someone likes that idea" geto smiled, feeling you squeeze and pulse around him, "you wanna help me fuck the brat outta gojo princess? bet we'd make such a g-good team" he punctuated with a particularly deep thrust, almost making you lose yoru balance, resulting in you digging your nails impossibly deeper into gojos thigh
and gojo fucking moaned like a bitch, tipping his head back, both his hands instinctly gripping your hair as he hunched over you biting his lip, taking a deep breath and slowing his hips down, it took every once of his strength not to fill your mouth with his cum at that second
you choked at the rough treatment but were grateful when gojos hips slowed, the opportunity arose to swallow air into your lungs again and you greedily took it
geto's rough treatment of your poor abused pussy bouncing you a little on gojo's cock still, but the loss of gojo also assisting was a nice change of pace
gojo looked up through his lashes at the raven haired man, he was fucking smirking
this had now become a competition, as most things did between them
abandoning one of the hands he had gripped on your hair and reaching out in front of him instead, his target? geto's hair
gripping suguru's signature bun and pulling his face close to his, lips grazing each other as he smiled against the ravens lips, geto's smile now wiped completely off his face, his jaw now slack as he stared into gojos eyes, knowing exactly what gojo was getting at
"i know kissin gets you all hot huh, you wanna kiss me suguru?" his jaw opening slightly, tipping his head back and forth as he looks between sugurus eyes and his lips
you felt geto's cock twich inside you, his pace stuttering a bit at gojo's words, gripping your hip a little harder, for his own sanity, he would apologize for the bruises later
"what do you think baby, should I let him kiss me, huh? he'll probably fill you up the second I get my tongue in his mouth."
the speed at which the roles between them keep reversing is giving you whiplash, bringing you closer and closer to your own release
you try to speak around him, wanting to tell him đđđđđđ đđđđđđ đđđđđ đđđđ ��đ, opting to just nod as your mouth was filled to the brim with gojo's thick cock
"yeah, think i will, good call baby," he rubs his thumb on the top of your head soothingly as his attention is now back on geto
"what do you say suguru?" the mans mouth is so close to suguru's own, his eyes now staring at the place theyre about to be connected at
"thank you, thank you princess." he says as gojo finally lets their lips crash together
and its soooo messy, the kiss; if you can even call it that; is all teeth and tongue, both the men moaning into the others mouth, their moans rising in pitch
geto feels like he could cum at any second, but what kind of man would he be if the one who allowed him to cum in the first place didn't get to squirt all over his pretty cock first?
he blindly reaches down between your legs, pushing your own hand out of the way as he quickly finds your clit and rubs is back and forth at a speed that has the coil in your tummy to wind faster than it ever has
"squirt on me baby," he whines into the blondes mouth obscenely "need to feel you cum all over- m-my dick, please baby" heâs whining
suguru's kisses becoming less and less reciprocating as his jaw goes slack and gojo's keeps tongue slides into his mouth
your legs snap together as your cum squirts out all over geto's toned thighs, moans muffles, choking on gojo's cock bordering on blacking out from air deprivation and sheer pleasure as you have the longest and hardest orgasm of your fucking life "m gonna cum, o-oh my god oh my god, fuck gojo fuck, 'm gunna cum, m gonna fill her up" gojo moves his hand to geto's throat, squeezing his throat, hard, tipping his head into sugurus
"m right there with you baby, gunna cum inside her pretty pussy, yeah? gonna cum inside her while I mess up her tight little throat?" hes talking geto through it
and youre trying to keep yourself awake as they fuck you from both ends into overstimulation, squeezing your pussy and swallowing around them both as you try to milk them for all theyre worth
ome of suguru's hands leaving its place on your hip to grab gojos wrist as the white-haired man tightens his grip, knowing just how to bring him to his climax
geto stills before he hunches forward over you and into gojo as he fucks rope after rope of his hot cum into your abused pussy, moans broken up by gasps as gojo tightens and loosens his grip on suguru's throat
quickly pulling out his cock from your mouth gojo pumps his cock at an inhumane pace, your heaving but you still instinctively stick your tonge out, like the good girl you are as his thick cum covers your face, he would feel bad about covering your hair and long pretty eyelashes with his cum but.. who is he kidding, he doesnt feel bad at all, his favorite girl with his seed all over your face, its the prettiest sight hes ever seen
letting your head fall against gojos thigh as your chest rises and falls rapidly, wincing as geto pulls out his softening cock from behind you, biting his lip stairing down at your ruined hole
"heh, i-," "shut the fuck up and come look at at this" suguru cuts off his best friend, gojo pouts but gently slides your head off his thigh to crawl to the other end of the bed and check out the veiw the raven-haired man is so adamant on showing him
your so red and your pussy is so puffy and angry, geto's cum has been steadily dripping out of you and down your thigh
gojo whistles as he pulls your lips apart to get a better look, he swipes his thumb on you, collecting some of your combined cum together, you whine at how sensitive and sore you already are
gojo pushes your shoulder back twords the bed so your chest is facing the ceiling as he leans over you and slips his thumb in your mouth, making you taste you and suguru's combined mess, "what do you say, pretty?" he watches your lips wrap around his finger befoer he pops it out of your mouth
"t-thank you" you say, voice hoarse
gojo giggles, starting to get up from the bed to get some towels to clean the three of you up
"so," you start "when were you guys gonna tell me youâve fucked before?"
part 2 :p
#this is so self indulgent its insane#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk x reader#jjk x y/n#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk nanami#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojou satoru x reader#gojou x reader#gojo satoru#geto suguru#jjk suguru#getou suguru x reader#geto suguru x reader#geto suguru drabble#jjk geto#satosugu#satosugu x reader#stsg#satusugu#satosugu smut#geto x reader#jujutsu geto#geto smut#jjk gojo#gojo smut
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holy shit episode 39 is so toxic
#is that a liveblog i see?#itâs so fucking hilarious. itâs so sad that itâs become very funny#theyre rolling like SHIT oh my god itâs insane#this whole ep <333 so toxic and terrible#(in a nonserious way btw. in case that didnt come across (honestly probably did not mb))#starting off with the old blade-n-smith exes having a lovers quarrel over the magic facetime call#and then the third mates teaming up with the guy who like definitely did a lot of shitty things including killing zirkâs mentor#trying to kill fiaâs#and also trying to rip off henryâs shadow#then they proceed to all roll like dogshit the whole fight. all three of them!!#and now murph and caldwellâs absolutely toxic tiff about the $5 bill and who has selective memory#this is all insanely funny btw#this tiny argument is very hilarious ive played it back like 4 times now
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the game [tennisplayer!harry x tennisplayer!y/n]
synopsis: y/n's desperate to play tennis and who better to coach her than her rival
word count: 6.7k
contains: enemies to lovers, set at a boarding school, jealous h, slow burn, angst, tennis rivals
a/n: this is the very first part of a new series that i am soooooo beyond excited to be writing !! it will most likely have 4/5 parts <333 enjoy !!!
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Crestwood Academy was a prestigious boarding school with a mission to cultivate excellence in its students, many of whom went on to achieve great success in their respective fields. Nestled amidst rolling hills and lush greenery, it welcomed only the most accomplished families into its esteemed halls.
Y/N had attended Crestwood Academy since she was five, thanks to her father, who owned a country club and could afford the tuition. Her parents, strict and focused on success, were determined to give her the best education possible so that she could be the very best. Her face was always buried in a book or spending her days in the library, right up until the very last minute of its opening hours.Â
It was her final year at Crestwood Academy before graduation. Y/N had been set on passing all of her exams at the top of her class so had been working extra hard. She studied English, maths, all three sciences, Latin, French and History as well as tennis.Â
Y/N's parents had always urged her to pursue a career in the top industries. Despite her efforts to feign interest in that direction, her heart had always belonged to tennis ever since she first took up the sport at Crestwood.
She had competed plenty, winning all the academy trophies and medals. Her parents would visit whenever she competed in finals and congratulated her on winning but saw it as nothing but a hobby to participate in when she wasnât studying.Â
However, Y/N couldnât deny herself the rush of playing knowing sheâd have to part with the sport once she graduated. The career path of becoming a doctor was already laid out for her by her parents but she felt destined to follow a different path.Â
Despite the fact she had applied to dozens of schools to study medicine, she still had one more option that had nothing to do with science at all.Â
Every year, the academies hosted their own version of a grand slam in which the winning player received a scholarship and three years' worth of training from one of the top tennis academies in the world. Y/N longed to be at the top with the greats and she knew that this competition was the only way she could get there.Â
For the most part, Y/N had been self-taught. She watched videos online and took notes from the Wimbledon matches sheâd see on the television. Crestwood only had one sports coach who focused most of their time on the football team so if she was going to win the scholarship, she needed the very best.Â
She sat on the bleachers, her book open in front of her, but her attention was drawn to the man on the court. The playerâs movements were fluid and powerful, each action deliberate and precise. Yet, it was another man who held her gazeâa figure with an impassive expression, focused solely on his player.
When the match was over, Y/N slammed her book shut and walked towards the court after the players shook hands. Her eyes looked down at the limp in his step as he walked towards the cooler to grab a water bottle.Â
It had been a while since she had last seen him. She remembered the proud look on his parentâs faces when he was pulled out of Crestwood eighteen months ago and went on to win a grand slam in Australia. She could still feel the intense jealousy that filled her as she watched the match on television whilst studying for her chemistry test that he was also supposed to sit had he stayed.Â
Now he was here, back to his roots and maybe it had been fate because what she was about to ask him would determine her own path in the tennis career she longed for.Â
His hair was slightly longer now, his brunette, touseled curls were swept to the side in a loose, dishevelled manner. He wore sunglasses to cover his eyes from the sunlight and a navy tracksuit paired with white vans.Â
Seeing him brought back the once competitive emotions she had whenever sheâd see him strut about the courts every lunchtime but sheâd have to suppress those emotions, especially for what she was about to ask him.Â
âExcuse me, Harry?â Y/N called out.Â
He took a water bottle from the cooler and flicked off the cap before holding it to his lips and gulping it down. Y/N waited, crossing her arms as she did. âIâve been waiting for you to show up.â Was the first thing he said.Â
Y/N didnât know what to say. It was unexpected to know that he had been waiting to see her, âI didnât know you were part of the furniture on these courts,â He smirks and Y/Nâs jaw ticks. âAnd you still sit in the exact same spot on those bleachers, to what? Admire me?â
Y/N bristled at Harry's cocky remark, her irritation bubbling to the surface. "Hardly," she retorted, her tone sharp. "I have better things to do than waste my time watching you play."
Harry chuckled, his smirk widening as he leaned against the cooler. "Is that so? Then what brings you here?" he asked, his tone laced with curiosity. âCome to get an autograph?â
Y/N squared her shoulders, determined not to let his arrogance get under her skin. "I was actually hoping to talk to you about something," she replied, her voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in her stomach.
Harry raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "Oh? And what might that be?" he inquired, his gaze piercing as he studied her intently.
Taking a deep breath, Y/N gathered her courage and suppressed her pride, "I want you to coach me," she blurted out, her words hanging in the air between them.Â
Harry made no effort to hide the surprise on his face but it quickly melted into a cocky smirk, âYou want me to coach you? I thought you hated me?âÂ
âI do,â She replies quickly. Sheâd hated him ever since he had humiliated her in a battle of the sexes tennis tournament when they were young despite the fact she had little chance of winning against him anyway. âBut I donât have to like you to recognise your talent and right now you're the best and only coach I can get if Iâm going to win that scholarship,â
Harryâs eyebrows furrowed slightly, âYour parents still want you to study medicine?â Something flickered in his eyes that Y/N couldnât put her finger on.Â
Y/N wasnât going to give him an answer even though it was obvious, âThis is the only chance I get to escape it,â She mutters, âI wouldnât ask unless I was desperate.â
He glanced around before taking a step forward. She was tempted to step back at the same time but she didnât want to seem intimidated by him so stood her ground. From this proximity, she noticed how much taller he was compared to her - almost an entire foot.Â
âWhatâs in it for me?â He asked.
Y/N knew heâd ask which was why she spent so much time figuring out what she could tell him to make it worthwhile. âI know about your injury,â She says and he stills.
âEveryone knows about my injury.â He grumbles.Â
It had been a spectacle in the world of tennis. The new grand slam winner loses out on his second after a fatal injury at the French Open. Y/N remembered seeing him rolling on the ground, holding onto his leg as paramedics ran onto the court to aid him.Â
âPeople think youâre a one-hit wonder since youâre out for the season,â His jaw clenched as she spoke, âBut if you coach me and get me to win, I guarantee youâll be out on the court again - back where you belong,â
âYou think an academy league game can get my back onto the court?â
âNo, but it's a start and maybe Iâll be competing alongside you the next time youâre playing.âÂ
There was a moment of silence as Harry absorbed her words, his gaze searching hers for any hint of insincerity. Finding none, he let out a heavy sigh, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "Fine," he relented, his voice tinged with resignation. "You want me to coach you? Prove youâre worth coaching.âÂ
He walked over to the barrel of tennis rackets and picked one up. Y/N narrowed her eyes, remembering the last time they had played against each other and how embarrassed she was afterwards.Â
âBut youâre-â
âOne game wonât hurt,â He said before she could finish.Â
She followed, her steps purposeful as she reached for a racket, flipping it over in her hands as she strode to the other end of the court. Despite being clad in her school uniformâa pleated skirt, white shirt with the school crest, and loafers that threatened to slide off her feetâshe was determined to prove herself. She'd show him she was worth his time, that she was a far better tennis player than he gave her credit for.
As they took their positions on opposite ends of the court, the tension between them crackled in the air. Y/N gripped her racket tightly, her focus sharp as she prepared to face off against Harry once again.
The first serve sliced through the air, the sound echoing as the ball hurtled towards Y/N. She moved with fluidly, her muscles tensing as she returned the serve.
Harry's response was swift, his movements confident as he returned the ball with a well-placed shot that left Y/N scrambling to keep up. Even with his injury, he still held the precision of a professional. But she refused to back down, her determination driving her to match him shot for shot, rally after rally.
The game intensified as they traded blows, each point reflecting their skills and determination. Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she fought to keep pace with Harry, her mind focused solely on the ball. Both Y/N and Harry vocally exerted their energy through grunts and cries as they hit the ball with all their energy.Â
Despite her efforts, Harry seemed to anticipate her every move. But Y/N refused to be outdone, drawing on every ounce of strength and skill as she fought to gain the upper hand.
As the game progressed, Harry's skill and experience began to overthrow her. His shots were close to perfect and strategic, leaving Y/N struggling to keep up. Despite her determination, she found herself falling behind as Harry continued to dominate the match.
In the end, it was Harry who emerged victorious, his final shot landing just beyond Y/N's reach with a satisfying thud. As the ball bounced out of the court, Y/N knew that she had been outplayed.
She rested her hands on her knees, hunched over as she tried to regain her breath. She couldnât help but feel disappointed that sheâd lost despite the fact she was at a disadvantage anyway.Â
Harryâs shadow fell over her but she refused to look up just yet. He spoke anyway, âYouâve gotten better since the last time I saw you,â He spoke, holding a cold water bottle in front of her face.Â
She took it, the plastic crackling under her fingers, âYou can just say youâre not going to do it,â She mumbled, unscrewing the cap and taking a swig of water.Â
âIâll coach you,â He says, âMeet me here at 6 pm tomorrow.âÂ
Y/N finally looked up, her mouth parted, only to find his back facing her as he walked away from the courts.Â
. . .Â
Harry had no idea what he had agreed to in coaching Y/N at tennis.Â
He sat in his luxurious apartment ten minutes away from Crestwood Academy, surrounded by furniture wrapped in plastic or still in cardboard boxes.Â
He sat on the couch with his feet resting on the coffee table in front of him and a glass of whiskey in his hand. The TV was playing quietly in front of him but his mind was on the girl he had spent the majority of his life competing with.Â
She had grown since the last time he had seen her before he graduated and left the country to compete in the Australian Open. Her long, tanned legs were on show beneath the grey school skirt she had been wearing. He couldnât seem to get the image of the visible muscles in her calves out of his mind as she moved across the court to hit the ball during their impromptu tennis match.Â
Despite their personal differences, Harry couldn't resist her. There was an undeniable thrill in riling her up, in watching her reactions to the smallest digs. They had once been friends, back when Y/N would trail after him on the playground, eager to understand how to hit a ball with a tennis racket. But as she began competing in school competitions, she quickly learned that beating him was an impossible feat.Â
He wasnât surprised to see her watching him on the court today, in fact, it amused him. Whether she liked it or not, he would always look out in the bleachers for her whenever heâd play during his time at the academy. Her reactions were what kept him going, some might even say made him better.Â
But, he couldnât deny the fact that he was surprised to see her so brazenly asking him to coach her. He could tell by her reaction that it was killing her inside, to be coached by him when all sheâd done was pick apart his technique, but it was clear she was desperate and Harry knew it was because of her parents.Â
Harry had had his fair dose of strict parentage. When he was told he could no longer play tennis for the season, his parents shipped him straight back to Crestwood to finish his final year since he never actually graduated.Â
He loathed them for it, barely saying a word to them as they paid the rent in cash for his apartment and left him with boxes to unpack on his own. He knew they were disappointed in him despite the fact the injury was no fault of his own, they could barely look at him as they left, closing the door behind them.Â
It was embarrassing. How could he have gone from being at the top of his game to the very bottom? Now he was back in the place he had turned his back on, feeling like he was back to square one all over again.Â
Harryâs thoughts were broken by the sound of his phone ringing. The name of his best friend since he was born lit up the screen.
âWhat?â Harry answered the call, his train of thought forming a particular level of intolerance in him.
âHey, is that any way to talk to your best friend?â Mitch replied along with the sound of loud chattering in the background because he always had to be somewhere with someone.Â
âSorry,â Harry huffed, âLong day.â
âAlready? Youâve not even started classes yet,â Mitch chuckled.
âDonât remind me,â Harry hadnât even begun thinking about being back in classrooms and having to put up with kids his age berating him with questions he didnât want to answer. Tomorrow would be his first day back and he was dreading it.
âCâmon now, donât be too glum about it, havenât you missed me?âÂ
âNo,â Harry lied.Â
âI know you well enough now to know when youâre lying.â Mitch laughed down the phone.Â
A hint of a smile grazed Harryâs lips, "Whatever," he replied, his tone gruff but lacking conviction. Despite his attempt to feign disinterest, a part of him couldn't deny the truth in Mitch's words. There had been many moments he had experienced after leaving school when he missed the company of people his own age. Everyone around him was older than he was and spoke to him as though he was some prized trophy that needed to be handled with caution. Heâd spend evenings by the pool by himself, watching the sunset and wishing his friends were there to celebrate his win with him.Â
"I'll take that as a yes," Mitch teased, âI know the boys will be happy to have yâ back and I can introduce you to Sarah. I think Molly Brown still has a thing for you as well by the way, talks about you all the fuckinâ time.â Harry listened to his friend ramble about all the things he had missed in the last year or so but his mind seemed to travel elsewhere.Â
His eyes wandered around the room, his ear still pressed to his phone, until they landed on an open box with a picture frame resting on top. He recognized the photo immediately, even without picking it up, because he had kept it hidden in his old dorm desk. In the picture, a group of eight studentsâfour boys and four girlsâsmiled at the camera, with Harry standing at the back and Y/N right beside him.
. . .Â
Y/N slammed the door of her locker shut after pulling out her workbooks for her next class. Students bustled down the hallways of Crestwood Academy, wearing their navy blazers and uniform for another week of school.Â
âHave you seen him yet?â Sarah, Y/Nâs best friend, came out of nowhere and stood in front of her.Â
âSeen who?â Y/N remained indifferent even though she knew who Sarah was referring to.Â
Everyone had been talking about Harry since she had walked into school from her dorm room this morning. It was the main topic of conversation, everyoneâs eyes darting around the hallways to try and find him.Â
âYou know,â Sarah nudged her, âThe boy youâve spent most of your life in a one-sided rivalry with?âÂ
âOne-sided? Itâs a mutual hatred,â Y/N argued.
Sarah gave her a look before continuing, âI texted Mitch twenty minutes ago but he hasnât replied. I know Iâve met Harry before but this is the first time Iâll be meeting him as Mitchâs girlfriend and I donât want it to change anything.â
Y/Nâs eyes softened, âSarah, just because heâs the winner of a grand slam doesnât make his opinion of you any more important. Whether Harry likes you or not, everyone knows you and Mitch are perfect for each other.â
Y/N remembered the first time her friend had told her she was seeing Mitch. He had taken her out to dinner a few times and Sarah had come back to their shared dorm swooning and unable to stop herself from rambling the rest of the night about how romantic and funny he was.Â
Y/N had never experienced anything like that in her life, too busy focusing on tennis and academia to find herself in relationships, but she was happy her best friend was happy and that was all that mattered to her.Â
âI know but heâs important to Mitch. Theyâve been best friends since infants and⌠thatâs not all Iâm worried about,â Sarah looked at Y/N pointedly.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âNow that Mitch and I are together, that means weâll be spending more time around each other which also meansâŚâ Sarah didnât have to finish her sentence for Y/N to understand what she was trying to get at.Â
âOh n-no! No way! Sarah, are you being serious right now?â Y/N whined, âYou want me to get along with Harry just because youâre dating his best friend?â
âYou donât have to but it would be nice if you did,â Her voice trailed off at the end, her eyes looking at her pleadingly, âIâm not asking you to be best friends, Iâm just asking you not to chew his head off when weâre all in the same room together.â
Y/N wanted to argue and tell her she wouldnât be able to chew his head off anyway because she needed him to coach her for the scholarship but an arm slid around Sarahâs waist and interrupted their conversation.Â
Sarah grinned, turning to look up at her boyfriend who was now standing beside her, âHey babe,â Mitch smiled.
âYouâre here,â Sarah craned her neck to kiss his lips, âI texted you forever ago and you never replied.
Mitch scoffed, âIt was twenty minutes ago and I didnât have time to check my phone, too busy dragging this one through the front gates.â
Out of the corner of Y/N's eye, another figure appeared. She didnât have to look to see who it was, the sudden surge of annoyance within her already gave them away. Her head tilted to the left to look up and see Harry.Â
He was wearing his school uniform, the same way he always did before he left for Australia. His shirt was untucked, and the top button was undone revealing a gold chain and a white vest underneath, his grey trousers were ironed with not a crinkle in sight and his navy blazer hung casually behind him, hooked by his middle finger.
Y/Nâs eyes shifted behind him to find people whispering to each other and groups of girls giggling as they walked past. It was nothing new to see girls getting riled up over him but it had become more intensified now that he had gone abroad and made a name for himself. Despite his injury preventing him from playing, Y/N was certain that even if Harry had lost every game and embarrassed himself on live television, people would still adore him.
âHey Harry,â Sarah offered a kind smile.
âHi Sarah, nice to see you again. Glad to know Mitch was in good hands whilst I was away,â Harry clapped his friend on the shoulder before turning to Y/N.
âOnly the very best,â Mitch pulled Sarah into his side before motioning to Y/N, âYou remember Sarahâs best friend Y/N right?â
âHmmm, arenât you the one who lost the Junior tennis competition to me a few years ago?â Harry smirked.
Y/N's jaw clenched, but she managed to force a smile. "I could be, but arenât you the one who they recorded rolling around on the floor like a big baby at the French Open last year?" Her retort was sharp, aimed directly at Harry.
Harry's eyes narrowed in response, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. Y/N felt a sense of satisfaction at having gotten such a reaction from him. "Welcome back to Crestwood," she added, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
Mitch and Sarah exchanged weary glances, sensing the tension between Y/N and Harry.
"Quite a welcome. Iâve already been asked to coach someone and Iâve only been back a week," Harry remarked, his gaze still fixed on Y/N, who met his stare with a glare of her own.
"You have?" Mitch frowned, his confusion evident.
"Who?" Sarah asked, equally perplexed.
Harry's eyes remained locked on Y/N, giving them their answer. "You asked him to coach you?" Sarah questioned her confusion mirroring Mitch's.
Y/N shifted uncomfortably under their scrutiny, "Yeah, I did," she admitted reluctantly, her gaze flickering briefly to Harry before returning to Mitch and Sarah.
"Why would you ask him to coach you?" Sarah asked, her brow furrowing in confusion, âYou argue all the time,âÂ
Y/N hesitated, âI need to win the scholarship to the tennis academy in London and Harryâs the only person here who knows how to play the game.âÂ
âGlad to know I was the pick of the bunch,â Harryâs voice dripped with sarcasm.Â
âI thought you were applying to go to UCL?â Sarah frowned.Â
âI was but you know how much the game means to me and my parents refuse to believe itâs more than just a hobby. This is the only chance Iâll get to prove them wrong and the only option to get me out of studying medicine.â Y/N explained.Â
Sarahâs eyes softened, she too was no stranger to how strict Y/Nâs parents could be. âWhich is why she needs me,â Y/N felt the weight of his arm rest across her shoulders, âRight, love?âÂ
Y/N spun around to face Harry, eyes sharp, âDonât call me that,â She hissed, seeing the satisfied grin on his face.Â
He shrugged, âBut I always call you that,âÂ
Ever since they were teenagers, when the rivalry first began, Harry had opted to calling Y/N âloveâ knowing how much it riled her up. To some, it was a term of endearment but in the world of tennis the word âloveâ meant one thing.Â
âNil, âZeroâ, âLoserâ.Â
Y/N hated the way he spoke it too - accentuating each letter of the word to drag it out for as long as he could just to annoy her further.Â
She stepped forward, âCall me that one more time,â She threatened.
âOr what?â He tilted his head to the side.Â
âGuys seriously, break it up,â Sarah intervened, âArenât you supposed to be getting along if youâre going to be spending more time together.â
Y/N hated the thought of it but knew she was right. If she wanted Harry to coach her, she couldnât go around screwing things up by arguing with him. If he was going to coach her at the sport, sheâd have to coach herself in controlling her attitude around him.Â
âCâmon Sarah, letâs go to class,â Y/N hooked arms with her best friend, wanting to get as far away from him as possible.Â
âOh okay, bye Mitch.â Sarah kissed her boyfriend before she was dragged down the hallway in a hurry.
Harry watched as Y/N practically sprinted down the hallway with Sarah in tow. He felt the need to call out of her for one last dig just so she would turn around and heâd see her face before she rounded the corner, âSee you on the courts, love.â He called down to her.Â
As he had hoped, Y/Nâs head whipped around to glare at him along with her middle finger, âAsshole!â She called back.
Harry chuckled to himself, âThat face,â he murmured.Â
Mitch placed a hand on Harryâs shoulder, âYouâve got it in for yourself with that one, lad.â Mitch said.
âTell me about it,â Harry replied, his eyes still on the place heâd last seen Y/N.Â
Maybe returning to Crestwood wouldnât be so bad after all.Â
. . .Â
With Harry back, Y/N had suspected the day would be a drag with everyone constantly bringing him up in every conversation, but the first half of the day had gone well. Y/N was easily used to her classes by now and was still top of the class in all of them.Â
During lunch period, Y/N always sat with Sarah in the library where theyâd catch up on what they missed out on each otherâs lives or study during exam season. It was nice to have some reprieve during the school hours and whenever she was with Sarah, Y/N could talk for hours and hours.
Now that Sarah was dating Mitch, Y/N and Sarah would spend their lunch with his friends in the lunch hall. Y/N didnât mind it so much having grown used to being around Mitchâs friends despite their loud and boisterous personalities.Â
However, today she was dreading the fact that now her lunchtimes would also include being around the person she wanted to spend as little amount of time with as possible.Â
âCanât we just eat in the library today? Please?â Y/N pulled on the sleeve of her best friend's blazer as she begged her to turn back in the direction of the library. She could already picture Harryâs annoying smirk the closer they got to the entrance of the lunch hall.
âY/N youâre being dramatic. Itâs just an hour, Iâm sure you can survive being around him that long.â Sarah continued to tug her down the hallway.
âSarah I already have to spend enough time as it is,â Now that she asked him to be her coach. The more the day went by the more she was starting to regret her decision.Â
Sarah spun on her heel, âThink of this as practice then,â Her eyes looked past Y/Nâs shoulder, âLook, there they are,â She moved past her and beelined towards their table where Y/N saw Mitch, Jake and Adam already sitting along with that head of brunette curls that Y/N just wanted to tear out every time she saw him.Â
Sighing, she followed Sarah and approached the table responding to everyoneâs friendly greetings until she got to Harry, âYouâre in my seat,â She spoke after realising all the seats were taken.Â
Harry didnât bother to look around, that stupid grin plastered to his face when he looked up at her, âAm I?âÂ
Y/N gritted her teeth, âYes,â
âHmm,â He swivelled around to look at the back of the chair, âI donât see your name anywhere.â
A wave of chuckles rippled around the table but Y/N had yet to find the amusement in it. âShe does always sit there, H.â Mitch chuckles, âJust grab another chair from a different table.â
Harry leant back against the seat and crossed one leg over his thigh, âBut I quite like this seat.âÂ
âIâm not moving until you get out of my seat,â Y/N crossed her arms, refusing to give in to him.Â
âWell youâre going to be stood up for a long time and yâ need those legs for later,â Harry smirked, âOr you could just sit here,â He unfolded his legs and motioned towards his lap, âStill your seat.âÂ
Y/Nâs jaw clenched but before she could respond, Adam chuckled and stood up, âHere,â He picked another chair up from an empty table and set it down next to him, âYâ can sit here Y/N.âÂ
She was tempted to refuse and continue to nag Harry for the rest of lunch but decided against it, not wanting to waste her energy on him. Her eyes softened at Adamâs kindness, âThanks, Adam.â She sat beside him.Â
Harryâs smirk seemed to falter when Y/N sat down, watching as Adam looked at Y/N even as she turned to face the others.Â
âIs that Molly Brown looking at yâ again Harry?â Jake, who Y/N considered the loudest one of Mitchâs friends, leant over the table to speak lowly to Harry even though it was impossible for him to ever be so quiet.Â
Harry forced himself to look away from Adam before he burnt holes into him. âSheâs been after him since fifth year,â Mitch chuckled.Â
âYâ think youâll let her have it this year, H?â Jake takes a spoonful of his lunch and swallows it down.Â
âHave what?â Sarah frowned, confused.
âNothing you need to know about, babe,â Mitch replies, opening her waterbottle for her after she silently handed it to him.Â
âIâve never been interested in Molly,â Harry quickly replies but his ears prick when he hears Y/N laughing quietly with Adam.Â
âMind if I take my chances then?â Jake asks, âIâve always wanted to date a cheerleader,âÂ
âYeah, yeah, whatever,â Harry shakes him off, âWhat about you Adam?â He gets the attention from both Y/N and Adam as they look up, âDonât you have a thing for Molly?â
Adam furrows his brows, âMolly Brown? Maybe in like third year,â He chuckles, âIâm not interested in anyone at the moment.â
Harry wants to laugh in his face, âYâ sure about that?â
Adam frowns but Y/N quickly interrupts them, âPeople are allowed to have other interests you know.â
Harry feels that rush of excitement when she speaks run through his body, âIs this a touchy subject for you?â
Y/N scowls, âNo, Iâm just saying Adam doesnât need to be interested in girlâs all the time.â
âWell maybe Adam can speak for himself,â Harry quips.
âLord save me,â Jake mumbles and Sarah laughs.
âWell what about you? Have you managed to sink your fangs into anyone?âÂ
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â Y/N gapes, âIâve dated plenty of people,â
The image unsettles Harry but he takes the opportunity to tease Y/N further. "Plenty of people, huh?" he echoes.
Y/N's cheeks flush slightly, "I mean... well, not plenty, but a few," she stammers.
But Harry doesn't let up, "Oh, really?" he presses, "Care to share? I'm sure we'd all love to hear about the few men who youâve tempted."
Y/N shoots him a glare, knowing full well that Harry was onto her. "I... uh, well," she stumbles over her words, searching for a way to change the subject.
But before she can respond, Adam jumps in. "Come on, Harry, give her a break," he glowers.Â
âYeah, Y/Nâs just waiting for the right guy and thereâs nothing wrong with that,â Sarah pipes in, always one to have her best friendâs back.
Harry raises an eyebrow, his gaze flickering between Y/N and Adam before settling on Y/N, who shifts uncomfortably. Sensing the tension, Mitch swiftly changes the subject to something else.
. . .Â
After lunch, Y/N made her way to her next class with Adam walking alongside her. Out of all of Mitchâs friends, she got on the most with Adam to the point where Sarah was constantly pestering her over considering a date with him but Y/N didnât see him as any more than a good friend. He was quiet and kept to himself for the most part, excelling in the arts and playing bass guitar in a band on weekends. Y/N enjoyed the calmness he brought to the group especially with the others being so loud all the time.Â
âWhat do you think?â Adam asked, holding the strap of his backpack in one hand as it hung over his right shoulder.Â
âWhat do I think about what?â Y/N frowned.Â
âYou know, Harry being back. I know you two didnât always get along,â He explained.
Y/N scoffed, âIf it werenât for the fact heâs coaching me for the Academy Slam, I would be praying to whatever God thatâd listen to send him back to Australia,â Which was also the furthest possible country he could be away from her.Â
Adam chuckled, âHe told us earlier heâd be coaching you,âÂ
Y/N scowled, âI bet he couldnât get enough of it,âÂ
âActually he seemed pretty happy about it. We havenât seen him that happy since he got back from Australia.â
âReally? Maybe that injury did something to his head,âÂ
âWhat makes you hate him so much anyway?â Adam asked.Â
Y/N sighed. It was a question she heard often but never had a solid answer for. She couldn't quite explain why she disliked Harry so much. Maybe it was because he had things she wanted, and jealousy often turned into hatred. But there was something more, something she couldn't quite pin down.
Despite her dislike, Y/N went to all of Harry's matches, and she watched them on TV too. Even when she tried to stay in her room, her legs seemed to move on their own, taking her to the courts to watch him play. She hated that part of her rooted for him, and she couldn't figure out why. Maybe it was because Harry had been the first person to teach her how to play and she felt some sense of loyalty to that but she had no perfect answer even though she wished for one.Â
âHis face annoys me,â Y/N says.
âThatâs it?â Adam snickers.Â
âI donât know,â Y/N shrugs, âWeâve always had this rivalry that stemmed out of nowhere but I canât even remember how it started.â
âYou donât have feelings for him do you?â The question came out of nowhere and took Y/N completely off-guard.Â
"What? No!" Y/N's response came out a little too quickly, and she hoped her cheeks hadn't betrayed her by turning red.
Adam shrugged. "Just making sure," he said casually. "You know, some people get them mixed upâlove and hate."
Y/N furrowed her brow, genuinely puzzled. "How is that even possible?"
"Well, they're both intense emotions, aren't they?" He mused. "And sometimes, when you feel strongly about someone, whether it's love or hate, it can blur the lines between the two."
Y/N pondered his words, a sense of unease settling in her stomach, "No way," she replied firmly, shaking her head. "I may not like him, but there's definitely no love there."
Adam chuckled, sensing her defensiveness. "Alright, thatâs good," he said with a grin.
Y/N felt a hint of a smile on her lips, âWhat does that mean? Thatâs good?â
Adam shrugged, still smiling, âJusâ saying,â He spoke and Y/N laughed.Â
Her gaze flicked from Adam's to Harry, who stood in the hallway with Molly Brown, her brunette waves tied up in the perfect, slicked back ponytail. Hoping to slip by unnoticed, she quickened her pace, but it was too late. Harry's eyes locked onto hers, then shifted to Adam. She caught the subtle twitch of his jaw before he pushed off the wall, ignoring Molly, and strode toward them.
Adam must not have noticed Harry coming towards them because he quickly bid goodbye so he could rush to his literature class. Y/N picked up her pace but Harry was already by her side, âDo you like him?â Harry asked.
âWho Adam? Well letâs see, heâs nice and smart and doesnât feel the need to open his mouth every five seconds unlike some people I know, so yeah I do like him.âÂ
Harry scoffed, âHeâs a little boring donât you think?âÂ
Y/N rolled her eyes at Harry's comment, a retort already forming on her lips. "Nice of you to say that about your own best friend," she quipped. "Makes me wonder what you say about me."
Before she could say anything more, she gasped in surprise as Harry tugged on her hand and swiftly spun her around until her back was against the row of lockers. Her heart raced as he stepped forward, blocking her in, and dipped his head closer to hers.
"I think we need some ground rules for this whole coaching thing," Harry murmured, his voice low. "If you're planning on winning, I recommend using your time more wisely instead of wasting it on nice boys."
Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she processed his words. "Is that a rule or are you asking me not to date anyone?" she managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Both," Harry replied, his tone unwavering.
Her mind raced, unsure how to respond, "What about you then?" she countered.
"Is that a personal request?" Harry's smirk widened, his gaze locking onto hers. "Because I'm the coach, and I set the ground rules so anything you ask me to do is because you want me to do it."
Y/N's heart pounded louder in her ears as Harry's proximity sent heat coursing through her, "It's only fair," she replied, her voice barely audible.
Harry chuckled softly. "Fine, if it makes you happy. But Iâm not interested in dating nice girls or boys anyway," he remarked with a smirk.
Y/N swallowed, her curiosity piqued. "What are you interested in?"Â
He smirked, "The game," he replied cryptically.
With that, he moved away from her, his eyes lingering on her lips for a moment before he turned and walked down the hallway, âSee you tonight, love.â He called back.Â
As the sound of his footsteps faded, Y/N stood there, stunned and unable to move. She was grateful that no one had witnessed the exchange as she pulled out her compact, trying to compose herself and hide the flush of embarrassment that coloured her cheeks.
As she hurried to class, already five minutes late, Y/N couldn't shake the intensity of her encounter with Harry. Sitting by the window, her mind wandered as the teacher lectured the class, her gaze drifting to the courts outside where she'd soon be training with him this evening.
This coach-student dynamic had unlocked a new territory between them, something unpredictable that Y/N had no choice but to delve into for the months ahead.Â
Yet, it was her only choice. Harry was the only way she could win and sheâd push through whatever feelings she had to get what she wanted.Â
Sheâd play the game, just as he wanted her to.Â
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jealous!Aaron would be super interesting in a situation where the reader has a meeting with an agent that has vibes similar to him and Kate Joyner (Whoever the reader meets kinda resembles and ex or maybe even Aaron himself and they're oddly friendly đ¤)
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OMG cw; bau!reader, jealous!aaron, aaron's petty (and a bit insecure), established relationship (and a healthy one at that <333), vague allusions to sex, fluff wc; 1.8k
"your team will be stationed here." the chief of police led you, aaron and jj into one of the conference rooms, complete with a large table, vast seating and numerous bulletin boards. "our head detective will be in to assist you shortly."
"thank you." once he had exited, aaron exhaled a breath - more so a let's get this show on the road, "alright, let's get settled."
jj began unpacking the evidence from the boxes collected so far, as aaron and yourself hung up photos; crime scene as well as images of the victims so far.
as promised, the door soon opened, allowing the noise of the precinct to drift in. it ended as abruptly as it had started, the door clicking shut.
"mornin', i'm detective parker." you heard from behind you, the name and voice strangely familiar, causing you to slow. "it's real nice of y'all to come all this way to help us out."
jj introduced herself, and then aaron, but no introduction was needed on your end; you turned and your eyes connected with the voice, both of you recognizing each other instantly.
"no way!" you grinned, moving forward and bypassing a handshake for a hug. he reciprocated your energy, exclaiming your name as he embraced you just as tightly.
aaron immediately stiffened, and jj was equally taken aback, studying the man. the first noticeable thing, the resemblance. the dark hair, dark eyes, tall frame...
while aaron began to seethe, and jj took the initiative to vocalize what they both were wondering - she had also noted the vein beginning to bulge in his neck. "the two of you know each other?"
"we worked together back in the tuscon field office." you explained, turning back to parker with a smile. "that was what, three, four years ago?"
"has it been? doesn't feel like it." he released a hearty laugh. "look at you, you haven't changed a bit. you look good, and i mean real good."
a swarm of jealous heat filled aaron's body, and only grew as you and parker began chattering away like lifelong best friends.
eager to draw it to a close, he cleared his throat, loudly. it regained both your attention, and cut your small reunion short.
"huh, a bau profiler," parker said as he sobered down, his smile lingering as he gazed at you. "who would've thought."
jj inserted herself into the conversation again, intrigued yet perplexed. "so the two of you were close, then."
aaron refrained - with a large amount of effort - from physically rolling his eyes. clearly. he opened a file, solely to maintain his composure.
"oh, absolutely," parker answered for the both of you, while also throwing an arm around your shoulder. "there was one time we-"
"fascinating." aaron deadpanned as he interrupted, closing the file in hand, rather aggressively as it produced a quaint slap. his eyes rose and studied the agent's arm placement for a few, obvious seconds, his lips drawing into a tight line before continuing. "need i remind you we currently have three victims and a killer who is unraveling as we speak. it's in our best interest to work diligently and remain focused."
parker nodded, his cheeks producing a faint blush at the injunction.
"the recent victim's family still requires an interview. you can start there."
"the two of us can go," parker said, gesturing to yourself, "it's quite a drive away, could give us the opportunity to catch up."
"that won't be necessary, jj can accompany you." aaron stated firmly, not even looking at him, nose buried in his file again.
an amused yet disdained expression formed on jj's face, nodding slowly in confirmation. "that i can."
parker opened his mouth, probably to protest, but aaron had already turned his back. he surrendered and headed out, jj following.
"aaron." you transferred your weight onto your hand as you leaned on the edge of the table, raising an eyebrow.
"what?" he looked at you. despite his query, his eyes were a telltale - he knew what he was doing.
you arched your eyebrow more, giving him a look.
he sighed, shutting the file. "i didn't like the way he was looking at you."
"he wasn't-"
aaron gave you a pointed look this time, prompting your words to trail off. he tore his eyes away from you again, allowing his next inquiry to exit his mouth more easily, "so, were the two of you...?"
"oh, no." you began to shake your head, but halfway, you hesitated. "well... almost."
his lips fell into an uneasy line, a pained expression painted on his face as his gaze shot back to yours. "almost?"
"we went on a few dates, kissed and..." you released a breath, choosing to keep the summary short, but the brooding envy in aaron's eyes deepened. "but nothing ever came from it. we were better off as friends."
after a moment though, you added, on the quieter side, "and besides, i transferred before anything really solidified."
the lines in aaron's face only grew, biting down briefly on his bottom lip.
"but it's in the past." you quickly reassured, bringing your hands to his cheeks for a moment to relieve the tension. "i won't deny that we were close, but you know how partnerships work. i depended on him, him on me, and the majority of our time was spent together. it caused a lot of emotions, all of which, are gone. i haven't even spoken to him since, seriously."
aaron wanted to counter, does parker know that? but from the earnest expression on your face, and loving look in your eyes, he withheld from doing so.
the bitterness on his face still didn't falter, but "okay. that's fine."
you still weren't convinced. "are you sure?"
"yeah. you're allowed to have a history, but that doesn't mean i need to be optimistic about working with him." he said as he exhaled a breath. he meant it, fully secure and confident in your relationship. he simply detested the idea of another yearning for you, especially one you had a past with, and one who looked quite like him - a potential competitive force.
you were his.
"of course," you nodded, with full understanding. "if the roles were reversed, i know i'd feel the same."
"and as long as he doesn't try anything..."
you laughed, your fingers playing with and then smoothing out the lapels of his suit jacket - positioning them in perfect place just as they belonged. "he won't. trust me, he's not like that."
aaron nodded, his eyes softening as he gazed down at you. if it weren't for the current setting, he would've brought his lips to yours.
"i have you." you offered him a loving, genuine smile, the affirmation to his just-previous thought calming his heart rate further. "i have everything i could ever want."
-
despite aaron being a bit (very) high-strung, and keeping a close eye on parker, he kept his word - he remained civil. naturally, he still was passive aggressive, short, and didn't dare smile while interacting with him.
the team noticed the 'chemistry' too. you knew they were whispering about it; they had gazed questionably between the two of you upon their arrival at the precinct, and through the substance of the case - the naturalness, the easy meshing, bouncing ideas off each other. but you had worked with parker for years - you knew how he worked, and likewise. it was like riding a bike, old habits resurfacing.
they also noticed the familiar characteristics to aaron (morgan of course teased you about it, you simply waved him off). and even penelope all the way back home asked about it, "so this guy, what's the story there?"
but despite the at-times, annoying attention - the case proceeded and resolved easily. within a few days, it was time to return home.
as the team settled other matters - exit reports, paperwork, etc. - you found yourself with parker, packing up and clearing out the conference room.
the two of you were alone for the first time all week, and you could sense it in the silence - a pending question. it was a matter of time before it was brought to focus.
"what do you think would've happened, if we would've given it a shot?"
you froze, facing him. "what?"
"you and i." his eyes searched yours, creating a sense of deja-vu. it was familiar, having spent so much time with him and once it had sent shivers throughout your body. but as strong as they seemingly once were - it wasn't like with aaron. it didn't leave you feeling lightheaded and giddy and as if you could simply burst at the seams.
when you remained silent, he continued.
"we were good together." he stated, insistently. "you can't deny it. good partners, a great team."
"yeah... we were," you agreed, fiddling with some papers as you thought. "but in the field. romantically, no. we couldn't see eye to eye on anything non-work related, don't you remember how much we bickered?"
"that was good for one thing, at least."
you ignored that, firm and conclusive in your answer. "we wouldn't have lasted."
"and he's in the picture now." he chuckled as he crossed his arms, a tinge of irritation present.
"yeah, he is." you hardened your voice - he knew it as your tell to quit it. "like i told you the night before i left. i couldn't stay. there was more for me out there. and after joining the bau, i now know it was in more ways than one. i love the work, although it's tremendously difficult and gruesome at times. i love the family it's given me. and most importantly, i love aaron."
parker nodded silently, rather disappointedly, but understanding nonetheless.
"i love him. he's the one, i'm positively certain he is."
he sighed as shoulders dropped, his words melancholy but supportive. "well, he's good for you. if anything about him being attached to your hip, or giving me the subtle death glare constantly the past few days, has something to say for it."
you laughed gently. "profiling the profilers?"
"oh c'mon, the way he looks at you? anyone can tell."
-
on the jet, you weaved down the aisle, past the team finding their seats, getting comfortable for the ride home. when you reached aaron, you wrapped your arms around his middle.
aaron's lips tipped upwards in a smile, his arms mirroring yours. "what's this for?"
you only tightened your grip, mumbling into his chest. he could hear your smile in your voice. "just 'cause you're mine."
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just for the weekend áŻáĄŁđŠ.á - franco colapinto
summary: your teammate has an absolutely ridiculous plan to bring your team back from the dead - but it might be just crazy enough to work w/c: 5.5k + some smau style tweets warnings: a little angst, some uncomfortable touching/kissing since it's fake dating (not too bad but better safe than sorry), some miscommunication - just two idiots in love i fear
a/n: WOW it's finally here, fake dating is literally a guilty pleasure trope for me so i hope yall enjoy this HAHA - also sorry to Williams fans bc there's a lot of slander in this but trust its all for the plot <333 (also holy shit this is the longest fic I've ever written WOW)
"You're actually insane."
"Oh c'mon, at least think about it for a minute, it's perfect!"
You fold your arms over your chest and try your best to look uninterested in whatever it is your teammate has to say. The two of you had been racing together for a little over half a year now, and you had witnessed him make (at least in your opinion) a grand fool of himself. Flirting with interviewers, winking at cameras, having absolutely no filter during press conferences - but this, this was by far the craziest thing you had heard come out of his mouth.
"A fake relationship?"
"Ah ah ah," he tuts, jutting a finger in your face, "a media relationship, one that will draw the attention away from how crap we're doing and onto the personalities of the team. Think about it, McLaren has whatever Oscar and Lando have got going on and Ferrari basically has two models for drivers. We need something to put us on the map, to make people care about us!"
You pause, and for a minute you seriously consider his outrageous proposition - he isn't completely wrong. For the two of you, making it into the points range was a rare occurrence, and even though the team always made sure to celebrate it like a podium there was something that stung about constantly being at the bottom.
"Do you realise how much trouble we could get into?"
"Ah," he sighs, and it's starting to annoy you how lightly he's talking about this, "ever the pragmatist."
"Well one of us has to be if the other's going to keep saying stupid shit," you huff before turning around and beelining out of his driver's room.
Seriously, a fake relationship? Had he lost his mind? Maybe if he focused more on his racing you wouldn't be constantly outperforming him.
"At least think about it, okay?" You hear him call out from behind you, and consider yourself lucky to be facing the other way so that he doesn't catch your obnoxious eye roll. Surely he had to be kidding because there was no way you were going to devote any amount of time to this ridiculous thought.
God fucking damnit.
It was frustratingly confusing, the kind of power Franco had. You had witnessed it first hand with how smoothly he spoke to anyone and managed to get his way almost instantly - but this was your first time experiencing it first-hand. It was another weekend, another country, another race, but the only thing you could think of was his stupid consideration - which, with each passing moment, seemed increasingly genius.
You had almost a year of experience with the team over your teammate, and with that, your fair share of embarrassment and disappointment. Sure, his idea was a little out there but you were close to being at your wits end and if nothing else, you hoped this would at least be a little fun. Plus you were pretty sure at this point if you didn't act on this thought soon, it would start interfering with your performance.
"Fine," you said a little breathlessly as you burst into his driver's room ahead of a race.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, looking at you with a shocked look, "whatever happened to knocking? I could've been naked in here!"
You roll your eyes before continuing, "You still up to the ..." You pause, thinking of how best to word it, "Fake relationship thing?"
His eyes light up immediately, "Ah, I knew you'd come around eventually."
Letting out a soft huff, just to let him know that you still aren't fully convinced this will work, you sit down on his couch. "I think we should lay down some ground rules first."
"Yes ma'am." He nods, straightening up and forcing a serious expression you can only assume is mocking yours.
"Firstly, no kissing."
"Understood."
"Actually no public affection at all, holding hands, hugging, nothing."
"Oh sure and how exactly are we going to convince people then?"
You pause, thinking for a little, "Okay maybe hand-holding and hugs are fine, but you better not push it - that goes for the pet names as well." He nods with a satisfied smile.
"And no one other than us two can know this is fake, alright? Otherwise, it'll spoil the plan."
"Trust me, I don't need anyone knowing I'm going along with something as ridiculous as this. It'll be our little secret."
"Our little secret," he repeats with a hum, a sly sort of smile spreading across his face as he gets up from his spot. "See you after the race, my love."
You sighed in exasperation, tossing your phone to the side of the couch in your driver's room where it fell with a light thud. You had about a thousand other things to be worrying about - your pretty disappointing result in qualifying for one - but for some reason, the main thing on your mind was your 'relationship' with Franco. Somehow, it had proved even more intense than you had expected, which planted a seed of worry in your mind as you realised how hard this was actually going to be to pull off. Since his not-so-subtle announcement to a hoard of hungry press members at last week's race, the media had managed up a flurry about the two of you.
There were supportive fans who liked you both enough not to see any problem with two teammates dating, as well as others who were more sceptical about how it might impact your performance. However, what really seemed to get to you were those who doubted you more than the relationship.
Your social media had been bombarded with comments and theories about the reason behind your relationship, doubting your place on the grid, and calling you names that - after shedding the status of 'first girl rookie', you thought you had left behind. Regardless, you feel a little stupid for being so unprepared for all this - not just the tweets but the harsh articles, the questions during press interviews and even shouting fans. Maybe if you had done a little more thinking about it first, you would've realised this was a stupid idea that should've been left at just that.
Throwing your head back you let out an exasperated sigh, trying to clear your head so that you could move on and focus on the race that was happening tomorrow. The last thing you wanted was for this plan to start impacting your driving. But Franco always seemed to have the worst timing - or best, depending on who you asked.
"Hello?" A couple quick knocks alert you of his presence before he cracks the door just wide enough to peek in. "There's my beautiful girlfriend." The way the pet names and affection seem to come to him so easily makes you simultaneously impressed and concerned, unsure of whether it's an indication of his great acting or flirting skills.
"What do you want?" You try to make it as obvious as you can that you're not in the mood, and he realises this right away.
"Oh, nothing, I just wanted to ask if you were free after this."
"You know I'm not really a huge fan of the big team dinners, especially not when we have a race tomorrow."
"Oh it's not like that, I was just going to go check out a restaurant near our hotel and wondered if you wanted to join me."
When you finally speak it's just above a whisper, "Is this a part of the fake dating thing?"
He laughs softly, his ability to find everything entertaining has always amazed you. "If you want to, it can be. If that gives you a reason to come hang out with me, though if you don't it's totally fine."
"No, I'll come, not like I've got anything better to do." You hate how every word you've said so far has sounded so pathetic.
"Great, I'll meet you by the paddock entry in ten?"
"See you then."
The street lights were dim, just bright enough to illuminate the street the two of you were walking down. The night was cool and still, and there were barely any people out other than you. You weren't sure why, but you had ended up telling Franco a lot more than you had expected. Maybe it was the extremely fancy restaurant you had initially gone to or the local one the two of you agreed to ditch it for instead, or maybe it was just the freeing feeling of being in another country.
The two of you had talked before, of course - as teammates it was difficult to avoid. But beyond the casual small talk, discussions about strategies or banter during challenges your relationship never extended beyond casual co-existence. It was one of the reasons you were glad your higher-ups had never tried to force the two of you into a professional friendship. There was something about Franco, his ability to strike up a conversation and maintain it even when the topic clearly strayed far beyond his interests, that made him so likeable, so easy to get along with. And the support he got from fans and the media reflected this well. You just never felt like there was any room for you in that equation.
But here, away from the cameras and shedding the roles of drivers, the two of you became normal people. You spoke, you laughed, you vented to him everything that worried you about your 'relationship' and he listened throughout all of it - all the while the two of you shared the biggest, best, pizza you had ever had.
"I have to say, I don't know if our engineers will appreciate the extra weight I've just put on," he jokes, breaking the comfortable silence that had been lingering around you two as you walked.
"Me neither, they might have to roll me into the car at this rate."
"You know, I think this is the first time the two of us have hung out, just us two."
You think for a little before answering, "You're right."
"Do you think there's a reason for that?"
"You mean besides us both being extremely busy people and already seeing each other pretty often? Not really, no."
"Good point, though with our little plan, we're definitely going to be seeing each other a lot more."
There's a beat of silence. "This is nice though, right?" He asks, and his voice is so tentative you almost find it endearing.
"It is nice, this was fun." You try not to think too much about the fact the two of you could be mistaken by any passer-by as a couple of lovebirds on a first date - or that fact that even to those who knew you, you were.
"I appreciate you telling me all that stuff, you know, about what people are saying about you."
"Oh, if anything I should be thanking you for listening to me vent about it."
"It is serious though, I'm so stupid for not even thinking about what you'd have to deal with."
"Well I don't think either of us gave it enough thought but," you pause and look up at him, "we're too far in to back out now."
He shoots you a comforting smile, one that shows how reassured he feels that you seem to finally be coming around to his idea. That is, at least, before his face morphs into one of discomfort.
"God, I'm so full."
"We're almost back at the hotel now, let's just sleep and then we can wake up early tomorrow morning to-"
"Wait, is that ice cream?" Franco interrupts you to point out a street vendor who's about to pack up for the night, and before you know it he's running up to the man eagerly. You can only follow suit with a sigh, knowing full well you wouldn't mind some dessert either.
"You two are lucky, you'll be my last customers for the night," the moustachioed owner of the cart says with a warm smile.
"Thanks," you reply kindly, before turning to Franco, "what flavour do you think you'll get."
"Hm, not sure, maybe chocolate?"
"Wow, boring."
He scoffs, "Oh yeah? And what exotic flavour are you going to get then?"
"Mint choc," you smile, but your face drops once you see your teammate's disgusted expression.
"You've got to be kidding me, that's like the worst choice."
You feign offence, "How dare you insult the best ice cream flavour of all time?"
"Ah, you two are quite the couple," the man laughs and you watch as Franco's eyes widen in embarrassment.
"Oh we're not-"
"Thank you," it's your turn to interrupt him, turning to the man with a smile. "One chocolate and one mint choc chip please."
You go to reach for your wallet to pay but you feel a hand on yours, stopping you.
"No, it's okay, I got this."
"Wh- Franco c'mon you know full well both of us could afford about a thousand of these ice cream cones don't be ridiculous."
"I know," he smiles and even though he's trying to be serious you know he's also trying not to laugh, "but I just figured you know, I'm the one who dragged you out here and like, got you into this whole fake dating mess."
You furrow your brows, a little confused at what exactly he's getting at.
"I guess I just want to say thank you, you know?"
"Alright, alright," you laugh softly, watching as he pays and takes both of the cones, handing you yours. Once you grab yours, you instinctively loop your arm around his, pulling him close and resting your head against his shoulder. The ice cream man laughs endearingly at the two of you.
"You're the best boyfriend ever!" you say in as high and cute a voice you can manage, cringing a little but determined to keep up the bit - you don't even bother to think about how fast you can feel Franco's heart race when you do.
Last night was really nice. You're sitting next to your race engineer, nodding along as she points to various multi-coloured dots and lines on the screen. You hear yourself agreeing with a couple quick "mhms", "of course" and "yep"s even though you can barely hear what she's saying. You're mere minutes away from getting in your car for a race, getting briefed on your strategy, and the only thing you can think of is the 'date' you had with Franco last night - if you can even call it that.
You had thought that getting everything off your chest, the hate comments, the doubt you had, would help you feel better and relieve any worries you had. And it did, at least until you got back to your hotel room alone and caught yourself smiling at the thought of seeing your teammate again the next day. How, even as you washed up and got ready for bed, you found yourself thinking - pizza, ice cream, walking at night together, isn't that something a real couple would do?
"Are you listening to me?" your race engineer's voice cuts through the haze of your thoughts, causing you to straighten up immediately.
"Yes! Sorry," you mumble, but just at that moment, you see him walk into the garage, greeting a couple of the mechanics warmly. Before you realise it, he's beelining straight for you, his arm coming around your waist as he leans in close to your ear.
"There's a ton of cameras, I just wanted to be believable," he whispers, and when he pulls back you can see the smile on his face. You nod curtly, fully aware of how red your face feels over such a small interaction as he waltzes away.
"Okay, so as I was saying," your race engineer pipes up again, though you couldn't be paying her less of your attention - watching as your 'boyfriend' walks off, his brown hair illuminating in the afternoon light. For a fake relationship, the quickening pace of your heart felt far too real.
"Well you two have been teammates since the beginning of this year, can you tell us a little about when you realised you might be more?"
Your struggle was never-ending - or at least, that's what it felt like, finding yourself at the centre of an impromptu interview with Franco. Around you, the other drivers were getting questions about their place in their teams, how they felt about their current strategy and about their racing futures. And there the two of you were, getting thrown question after question about your 'relationship'.
"Well," you begin, before being saved by your teammate. You had to give it to him - he was great at making stuff up on the spot.
"Well, I think it was somewhere around a month after I first joined the team, and met her. It was just something about her, she's sort of electric in this almost untouchable way, you know?"
You try not to look too awkward standing next to him as he talks, feigning your best-interested smile - though a part of you is extremely intrigued by this fake story he's creating.
"At first I thought I just wanted to be like her, her passion and talent were just so respectable, but the more time I spent with her the more I realised it was something completely different."
He turns to look at you, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you close to him. Your expression falters a little as you're caught off guard by the sudden contact and as you turn away from the journalists and towards him, your eyes widen in shock at the sight of his pursed lips nearing yours. Before you realise it, his lips are against yours and you're pulling away as quickly as possible, face bright red. You're just barely aware of the thousands of flashing camera lights as you turn to quickly excuse yourself.
"Thank you all for coming, it was nice talking to you but, uhm, I have to go!" You hurriedly blurt out before slipping out of Franco's grip and darting off to your driver's room.
You hear his footsteps following closely behind you, as well as the sound of him calling out your name. When you near the door of your room, you turn around and grab his wrist to yank him in before you shut the door.
"What the hell was that?" is all you can muster out, "I thought we agreed no kissing?"
"Look, I can explain!"
You cross your arms with a huff, looking at him expectedly.
"I was just going to peck you quickly on the cheek, you know because we were getting all romantic and I wanted it to be believable! B-but then you turned, and then we," he's struggling not to ramble and his quickly moving hands do little to help. That's when you also realise his face is bright red as well, and he doesn't seem any less flustered by it than you do. "I'm really, really sorry I really shouldn't have done that."
You'd be lying if you said his explanation didn't make you feel any better. You're not actually upset about the kiss itself though, in fact, it's the opposite - actually, the grudge you're holding is doing little to help the internal struggle going on in your head. The kiss didn't make you angry, but the realisation that you wanted it to be real, did.
You sigh, rubbing your temples as you slump down in the nearest chair. Franco does the same on the adjacent couch, though his gaze stays carefully on you, almost afraid of what you might say next.
"It's fine, I think we just need to coordinate our PDA a little better then."
"Yes, of course," he nods quickly.
There's a beat of silence. "You're really good at acting though."
"What?"
"That whole story you made up about how you fell in love with me, it was really believable." You laugh lightheartedly trying to lighten the situation and alleviate the awkwardness that's settled between you two.
"Well it's pretty easy, I didn't need to make up much of it," his eyes catch yours and his gaze is soft when he smiles at you.
"What?" you're confused.
"Never mind," he scoffs lightly, his gaze dropping to the floor as he rubs the back of his neck. He looks almost disappointed at something, though you can't realise what. "Well, I'll leave you alone now. I really am sorry about what happened before." You watch as he pushes himself up from the couch, his head hanging guiltily - looking almost like a scolded puppy.
"It's fine Franco, really, please don't feel too bad about it." He nods thankfully before slipping out the door, leaving you alone.
Being a driver, hotel rooms had come to be a companion you knew far too familiarly. Their high ceilings, plush sterile white bedsheets, the empty bathroom - almost everything about them felt a sign of loneliness, of temporality, a house that never felt like home. Even though you knew how ridiculous it would be to complain about something that others would see as a privilege, it was hard to deny the isolation you felt whenever in a new country, away from most of your family or friends.
Maybe that's why you had been so eager to latch onto Franco's idea - it made sense, he had become the person you spent the most time with so why not give yourself some ridiculous reason to be around him even more? However somewhere along the way you stopped needing the reason of fake dating, somewhere in between hushed conversations, planned posts and candid photos - and instead found yourself genuinely enjoying his company. It was a little strange and sometimes acted as a sour reminder of how lonely you'd become but more than anything it felt like a blessing in disguise.
You were reminded of this fact as you lay, wrapped in a plush white hotel robe, across your messy bedsheets - laughing to yourself at the tweets your boyfriend had sent you. They were all about you, or the two of you, of course. Comments on the tiniest things, the way the two of you looked at each other, the way Franco held your hand, the way you worried about him.
"I feel a little bad, they're all so gullible," you typed quickly.
"Oh, so now you feel bad?" His response was almost instant.
"Don't you?"
"It's fun, isn't it? All this playing pretend."
Right, pretend. You rolled onto your back with a deep sigh, staring up at the tall hotel ceiling. All of this was just so confusing - as if figuring out how you felt about someone wasn't difficult enough, the two of you had complicated it by tricking the entire world into thinking you were in love. Whether you truly liked him or not, the idea was doomed for failure - and the more you thought about it, the more it seemed like the former.
"You're right," you typed back, watching intently as the three tiny dots appeared, disappeared then reappeared. What could he be saying that would need so much thinking?
"Can we talk tomorrow, after the race?"
You felt your stomach drop, had he finally caught on to how obvious you were being about how you truly felt, and decided that actually it might be better to just drop this whole act and go on as just teammates? With trembling hands, you typed back.
"Sure, what about?"
"I'll tell you then, for now, we should sleep."
"Goodnight Franco."
"Goodnight mi amor." You laughed softly to yourself at the nickname he had given you, though a small part of you took it as salt to the wound - almost as if he was dangling the possibility of something that could never happen right in front of your desperate little face.
However, not like you had a choice - all you could do now was get ready for bed and brace yourself for whatever tomorrow brought.
You couldn't believe it. The sounds of celebration erupted around you, but you sat completely still in your car, silent, attempting to process what had just happened. Your first win, and, your first double podium, with Franco. Your head was spinning as the never-ending stream of thoughts raced through your mind. Suddenly, you heard a voice coming from above your car's halo, muffled by your helmet. You flick the visor up, lifting your head as highly as you could - locking eyes with your teammate.
"We did it! Oh my god!" The excitement on his face is enough to send a slight surge of energy through you as he offers you his hand, helping you out of the car. When you do though, you stumble a little - the nerves are almost too much for you.
"Woah, you alright?" Even through the fog clouding your mind you can make out the concern in Franco's voice and feel his arms steadying you.
"Yeah, just-" you mumble, gesturing to your helmet and making weak attempts to undo the clasps underneath it. It's almost suffocating you, and the chaos going on around you isn't helping the pounding headache.
"Oh, let me," he reacts immediately, dropping his own helmet and bringing his hands below your chin to swiftly undo the clasps and pull the helmet off of you. You take a deep breath of air as you pull off your fireproof mask, though it sounds more like a desperate gasp.
Around you, the crowds roar with excitement, both your team and others as they make attempts to gesture at the two of you to join them. Your head spins though, and you wobble backwards into Franco.
"It's too loud," is all you can stutter out, though he understands you almost immediately, a strong hand gripping your wrist and pulling you away from the noise and somewhere quieter. You're not entirely sure where he's taking you but at that moment you feel as though you'd follow him just about anywhere.
Luckily though, when your eyes refocus you're in his driver's room, and even though outside you can hear the cheers continuing, you're offered some solace here, the walls muffling the sound. You sigh, sinking into his couch as you throw your head back, panting still.
You feel like it's all just too much - not just the physicality of the race, but the feeling of winning it, winning it with Franco, just Franco himself. When you finally manage to catch your breath you lift your head to see him standing over you, watching intently.
"Better?"
"Much better, thank you." You smile earnestly, "Though I don't think we'll be able to hide in here much longer, there is a cooldown room for this exact reason."
"Oh, I mentioned it to someone, not sure who but he looked important, and he said it would be okay."
You laugh softly, amazed at how he can seem so calm even at a moment like this.
"We did it," you say, still not being able to believe it.
"We did," he smiles, sitting on the couch next to you, "a couples podium."
You feel your heart skip a beat at the sudden reminder of your conversation last night, him mentioning he had something to tell you. Was this it? The two of you had achieved what you had been wanting this entire time, and there was no better time to let this ridiculous bit go than now.
You stare at the wall of his room, the gigantic flag of his home country, and let out a shaky breath, mustering up the courage to break the silence. "So..."
He turns to you, one eyebrow raised in interest.
"What was it you wanted to talk to me about?" You're trying your best to keep your voice lighthearted, "it sounded serious."
"Oh, well about that," he seems to have forgotten it temporarily as well, but the fact that he turns to look at the flag as well, almost unable to maintain eye contact with you, isn't a good sign.
Maybe it's the adrenaline from the race, maybe it's the fact that both of you are going to be needed out on the podium in about ten minutes - or maybe it's the fact that you're so desperate to get out these feelings and make him understand how you feel, but you start talking before you even realise it.
"Look, Franco, I," you start, not entirely sure of where you're going to end up, "I know you asked me to do this whole fake dating thing with you and I completely understand if you want to end it now, I mean why wouldn't we? It's perfect!"
He looks at you confused, lips parted as if about to interrupt you but you continue anyway, stupidly.
"But, look, here's the thing," you turn to him now, and you're sure your face is bright red, "I don't want this to end!"
You let out a deep sigh, and clutch your hands together to stop them from shaking, though it doesn't help that Franco looks even more confused now.
"What?" he says, and your heart drops.
"I," you pause, struggling to find the right words, and struggling to get them out, "I think I like you, like, for real." Okay, not exactly the best choice of words but it'll do.
"Like, not for the whole fake relationship thing?" his tone is still concerned and he leans in a little for clarification.
"Yes! Okay, I know it's not exactly what we thought would happen and it'll probably jeopardise our relationship as teammates but there, I like you okay."
"When did you realise?"
"A couple days ago, I'm sorry."
There's a beat of silence, and you're left with the agonising feeling of your heart racing in your chest, waiting eagerly for his response - for him to laugh in your face, for him to get mad, for him to reject you.
But instead, you watch as Franco's confused expression melts into one of pure relief as he sinks back into the couch with a sigh. "Oh, thank God."
It's your turn to be confused. "I'm sorry, what?"
"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that," he says, eyes fixed on the ceiling with the widest smile you've ever seen.
"Wait you mean you-"
"I win!"
You're absolutely speechless, not a single coherent thought on what is going on or how to respond. All you can get out is a confused sort of grunt.
"I win, I've liked you for longer!" he laughs, sitting up and grabbing your hands in his.
You feel as though your jaw is going to dislocate at how fast it drops, "I'm sorry?"
"Oh c'mon, we've been teammates for a year I know you're not that oblivious."
"Well, apparently I am because I'm really confused."
"I've liked you since the moment I met you, you idiot."
"Wh-" You're about to be offended at the name-calling until what he says finally hits you. He likes you. He has liked you. For ages. You idiot.
"Even when you proposed this to me?"
"Yep."
"Even when we went to get ice cream?"
"Yep."
"Even when you kissed me?"
"Y- well wait no that was completely unintentional," he holds his hands out in defence. You slump back, trying your best to process everything today has entailed, it's almost too much. That is until you feel Franco move a little closer to you, his arm stretching around your shoulders and gently moving your head to lay on his. At that moment, it all becomes clear, and you're suddenly unsure about why you ever felt confused about any of this.
"What now?" You say, barely above a whisper.
"We go and get our trophies," even though you're not looking you can hear the smile in his voice. "Though, before then."
You lift your head up off his shoulder to turn to him with raised brows. "Hm?"
"Now that we aren't fake dating, do the rules still apply?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I'd really like to kiss you right now," he whispers, and there's a hint of nerves as you watch his eyes dart in between yours and your lips.
"Really can't wait can you," you tease, though you still move to close the space in between you to. But just before your lips can touch his there's a knock at the door, causing you both to slump back with a sigh.
"Hey, are you two in there?" it's your race mechanic, "you're needed, you know, on the podium."
You roll your eyes to show your obvious disappointment at being interrupted, though Franco just watches you with an endeared smile.
"What are you thinking about?" you ask, not being able to hide your own smile.
"I'm just thinking about how beautiful you're going to look up on that podium, and how I won't have to pretend not to be in love with you anymore."
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pairing: aaron hotchner x f!reader summary: "here i was thinking that i was special because you would only look at me with that desperate look on your face, but i see that you give any old man that look, right?â content warnings: jealous!hotch, reader is a panther (aren't we all), bathroom sex, mirror sex, p in v, sexual tension, unprotected sex (r mentions being on birth control but wrap it before you tap it!), rough sex, dirty talk, size kink if u squint, spanking, hair pulling, choking, dom!hotch, sub!reader. word count: 3.9k (yâall this was not supposed to be this long lmao) notes: day 18 of @hotchfiles marchhotchness 'self-image' but also HEAVILY inspired by this post from @softhairedhotch because it made me go FERAL and i love jealous hotch (but pls lmk if taking inspo was okay!!) this is also my first hotch fic ever so pls lmk ur thoughts or any other feedback <333
aaron hotchner was not a jealous man.
he had no right to be jealous over something that technically did not exist or someone that technically was not his.
and although he only had himself to blame for that, he really did wish that you were his. and as much as he was telling himself not to be, he was jealous.
but it wasnât the typical jealous where he watched you be approached by someone much younger than himâsomeone your own age instead of hisâand by someone who already had him beat in reciprocating that flirtatious energy you often used on aaron himself.
no, this type of jealousy was one that was boosting his ego and making him feel lightweight, albeit the fact that it still made him see red.
it was a typical night out with the rest of the team, all of you having agreed that the eight of you were in need of a couple of drinks after some long weeks of paperwork and back and forth cases.
you were all engrossed in the conversation, but you had left the table to get yourself another refill on your drink and had taken far too long than it normally would have, the rest of the younger membersâall besides reidâhaving decided on hitting up the dance floor throughout the time you hadnât returned to your seat.
it was practically natural for aaron to look for you in a crowd, but what he hadnât expected to find was you, sitting in a bar stool on the right side of the bar, being hit up by a man who had to have been a couple of years older than aaron himself.
the front hairs of the manâs head were peeking of several grey hairs, paired with a matching grey beard and an overall radiance that screamed of that older man type that you were apparently into.
the sudden revelation made aaron feel dizzy, the confirmation of your attraction towards older men making his pants tighten as he watched the way you stared up at the man with that sultry look of yoursâthe one where you were somehow able to perfectly mix mischief and innocence seamlessly together.
while you had used that look on aaron countless times before, times where it had been only you and him alone in his office, way past working hours, he had never done anything about it. but, god, as he watched you do it to someone else, out on the open, there was nothing he was currently regretting more.
aaronâs train of thought was interrupted as he felt someone kick him from underneath the table he sat at, whipping his head to the person in front of him only to find rossi staring at him with a smug look on his face.
he cleared his throat, âwhat?â
aaron mentally cringed at the way his voice wavered.
âyou gonna be done being jealous anytime soon and make a move or are you just gonna sit there throwing daggers at the guy?â dave asked, brows raised.
he took a long sip from his drink, trying to avoid the question for as long as he could as he tried to compose himself, âi donât know what youâre talking about,â
rossi rolled his eyes, âoh, please, aaron. you donât have to be a profiler to notice the way you can cut the tension thatâs between the both of you with a butter knife,â
aaronâs brows furrowed.
âyou have all the confirmation you need right there,â dave pointed his thumb behind him, signaling at you and the man, âif thatâs not enough for you, then iâm declaring you helpless at this point,â he let out a sigh, standing from his seat, âiâm going to get another drink and if i find you still sitting here, wallowing in your thoughts after getting my refill, iâll go up to them and encourage her to go home with the man.â
aaronâs fists clenched at the thought. at the thought of you sprawled on the bed of another man, wearing that same look you had on just now and staring up at him as youâ
his body acted faster than his brain did, and before he even had the chance to process what he was doing, he stood from his own stool, not allowing for another moment to pass by as he stormed over to where you and the man were sitting.
from your side of the room, you can see aaron make his way over to you through the peripheral of your vision, the excitement of finally getting a reaction out of him making your heart skip and your thighs press together as you took into count the way his fists clenched and unclenched at his sides.
the pressure you put on your thighs didnât do anything to relieve the ache you felt in your core as he reached where you sat, coming to stand behindâwas his name michael? although the stranger you had began talking to was definitely older than him, aaron was a good several inches taller, towering over the both of you.
he cleared his throat, cutting michael off from whatever he had been talking to you about as he turned around with a raised brow. aaronâs expression didnât falter, not sparing a single glance at the man as his eyes landed on you, ây/n, can i speak to you for a moment?â
you mentally rolled your eyes. ever the formal one.
michael scoffed from in front of him, angling his body so that he was able to properly glare daggers at your boss, âwe were in the middle of a conversation here, if you donât mind?â
although your attraction for aaron skyrocketed in comparison to the man you had just met, you were thriving off of the jealousy radiating off of the one you wanted the most, the ache in your stomach only growing.
before aaron had the chance to shoot out a reply, you set your hand on michaelâs forearm, giving him a small, but sad smile, âiâm sorry, michael,â you butted in, jumping off of the bar stool, âiâll be right back, okay?â
another scoff comes from michaelâs direction, âwhatever,â he grabs his drink and rolls his eyes, âdonât even bother coming back,â
ew.
this time you actually rolled your eyes, grabbing at your drink and drowning the rest of it. you shrug, âolder men are always a hit or miss,â you mumble, setting the glass down.
aaronâs hand comes to wrap around your wrist, a firm but gentle grip on it as he pulls you close to him, âletâs go,â he seethes in your ear.
you hide a smirk as you follow behind him, letting your body practically flail as you struggle to keep up with him. when he notices your staggered pace, he matches his footsteps with yours, moving his hand from your wrist to your waist as he guides you through the crowd and towards the hallway that lead towards the barâs restrooms.
the both of you gave a silent thanks at the fact that there was no line, the hallway scarce and dimly lit with the exception of a few people standing together against the walls, either flirting or talking.
âwhat are you doing?â you ask, standing behind him as he knocks on one of the doors, his grip on your waist still very much present.
âyouâll see,â he mumbles, yanking the door open by the knob after no one replies and pulling the both of you inside before slamming the door shut behind him.
you try to take a good look at the interior of the bathroom, trying to guess if it was a good enough place to do whatever the two of you were about to do.
a faint gasp escapes your lips as you feel something hard press into your ass, immediately melting as one of aaronâs big hands comes to rub at the side of your leg, right below your hip. his whole body comes up behind yours, his other free hand coming to your stomach to press you into him.
âaaronââ you try to speak but get cut off as you let out another gasp, one almost like a sigh, as the hand that was rubbing at your leg sneaks further up and wraps itself around your hip, aaronâs thick fingers digging into your skin despite the material of your shorts that blocked his hand.
aaron dips his head so that his mouth is right next to your ear, his breath and the faint touch of his lips against the lower part of your jawline sending shivers down your spine.
âis this okay?â he asks softly, a total contrast from the vice grip he had on both your front and hip.
you nod quickly, your hand coming up to your right where he held your hip to wrap around his own.
âuse your words, honey,â
the pet name makes you whimper and your thighs clench in spite of the fact that you were standing up. you let out a ragged breath as he awaits for your answer, the hand that was pressed to your stomach furthering down until it was right above your pelvis but below your tummy, pushing you further back until you could feel how hard he actually was.
you whine, your other hand coming to wrap around that one, too, âyes,â you sigh, âitâs okay,â
aaron presses his lips into that same spot below your jaw, gently and lovingly before whipping you around so that you were facing him and pushing you up against the counter.
not even giving you a chance to process what he had just done, his lips crash onto yours roughly, making you moan directly into his mouth. your bring your arms up around his neck, running your fingers through his hair and tugging.
aaron hisses, slapping at your thigh in a firm way that had you let out another moan.
âaaron,â you whine, pushing up into his chest out of desperation.
he hums, âdo you want my attention now?â he asks through the kiss, âdonât wanna go back and talk to that guy you were all over just a couple of minutes ago?â
âno,â you mumble, huffing as he breaks away from you to wrap his fingers around your chin.
he chuckles as your lips form into a puffy pout, âhere i was thinking that i was special because you would only look at me with that desperate look on your face, but i see that you give any old man that look, right?â
âno!â you whine again, your arms dropping from around his neck to wrap around his bicep, squeezing at the muscle to try and pull him closer to you, âjust you!â
his confidence was beyond what it normally was, feeling you squirm from against him yet still wanting his touch, âreally? so you werenât planning on going home with that man? all those times you touched his shoulder or the times he would touch your thigh meant nothing?â
âyes, they didnât mean anything!â you huff, âyouâre the one i want to go home with all the time!â
aaronâs heart clenched at your confession, knowing that deep down you really did mean all the time. he had just never been sure if you truly were interested in living a joint life with him. up until now, that is.
he brings his hands to your back, right by your shoulder blades as he connects your lips once more. your shoulders relax and you lean into him with earnest, squeezing at the muscle from his bicep.
you hum, satisfied as he begins to run his hands up and down, resulting in the fabric of your shirt lifting with every time he went up, eventually ending up in nothing but rolled up fabric under his palm. he breaks the kiss once more to toss your shirt over your head and near the sinkâs counter, leaving you in only your shorts.
aaron stared at your bare breasts, not expecting you to have not been wearing a bra despite the tight shirt you just had on.
you shiver under his gaze, opening your mouth to say something before he lowered himself and quickly attached a mouth to one of your breasts, the other one coming up to grab and squeeze at it. you moan, gripping onto the marble counter for support as he presses sloppy and wet kisses to each breast.
his fingers come to undo the button of your shorts, hooking them inside your panties before shoving both articles of clothing down your legs, signaling you to kick them off of you. you toed your shoes off as well, leaving you completely naked and bare for him while he remained fully clothed.
he turns you around gently, bringing you face to face with the sight of you completely stripped in the mirror, the image making you clench your thighs together once more as you stabilized yourself on the sink.
aaronâs hands soothed all around your body, a whimper leaving you at the feeling of his calloused hands groping at your breasts before moving down to your soaking pussy.
as if on instinct, you spread your legs open for him, practically inviting him to dip his fingers into your folds and inside your entrance. the thickness of both his index and middle fingers stretching you out. you knew you had always loved his hands for a reason.
a moan bounced off the walls as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, moving torturously slow before he began to pick up the pace. you could feel your slick drip onto the floor and probably onto the rest of his hand, but all you could focus on was shamelessly bucking your hips into your hand and spreading your legs for even more access.
âyouâre soaking, honey,â aaron says, hand coming back around to squeeze at your breast again, leaving you gasping as he pinched your nipples.
you whimpered, âjust for you,â
ââjust for me?ââ he repeats, ânot for anyone else, right?â
you shake your head no, pussy clenching around his fingers, âj-just for you, aaron,â
his hand left your breast to smack at your ass, making you jump, âgood girl,â
with that, he takes his fingers out of you, a throaty whine leaving your lips at the empty feeling. you arched your back into him, but immediately stilled at the sound of him removing his belt filled the room. you watched from the mirror in front of you as he undid his pants button, reaching past his boxers to pull out his cock.
oh shit.
your mouth dropped at the sight of his dick spring out from where it had been confined, your slick hole clenching at nothing at how big he was. you knew that aaron hotchner was definition of big dick energy, always wondered what he was secretly packing, but now you wondered if you were going to be able to take it all.
he was thick, veiny all around with girth too thick that it hurt just looking at him. as much as you could tell you wouldnât be able to walk after this, it excited you far too much.
you gulped, meeting his eyes in the mirror, landing on his hungry gaze, âis it going to fit?â you ask quietly, trying to bring your legs back together.
âweâll make it fit,â he says, sounding confident of himself, a hand coming to stop you from closing your legs, âwill you let me know if itâs too much?â
you take another look at his cock before giving him a determined look, âi will,â you nod.
he nods back, angling your head with his hand so he could press a kiss to your mouth.
you give into him easily, arching into him until you feel the tip of his cock slip through your wet folds and line up with your entrance. you had taken dick before, but never this big, so as he gave you one last look, you took a deep breath before feeling him sink into you.
you gasp, already feeling full by just the tip, though the slickness of your pussy helping you in adjust.
âstill good, honey?â
you nod again, too busy focusing on how his length was stretching you out further than his fingers had.
smack!
aaronâs hand landed another spank on your ass, making you snap your heads toward him with a confused, dumbfounded expression. he glared, âuse your words.â
you huffed, doing your best to not roll your eyes, âstill good,â you replied, going back to focusing on how full your pussy already felt, âis it in yet?â
âalmost, baby,â you whined again, pushing your ass back onto him and earning yourself another inch inside.
humming in delight, you felt aaron begin to move, setting a slow pace as he inched himself in and out to get you used to the length that was already inside you.
âaaron,â you sighed, âgive it all to me,â you pleaded at him through the mirror, âi can take it,â
he studied your expression, all needy and flushed as you tried to buck your hips further back to fill yourself up more, âlet me know if itâs too much,â he warned.
you nodded eagerly but didnât get a chance to reply as he shoved the rest of his length inside, the tip immediately hitting that one spot. you gasped loudly, the feeling of his whole cock inside you awakening a hunger inside of you, âfuck,â you moaned, dropping your hands so that you were resting with your elbows on the counter, âplease, aaron. move,â
he hesitated for another moment, and just as you were about to look behind you, you felt him begin to move, pistoling his hips into your ass roughly.
you let out a shriek, your hands grabbing at anything you could reach in order to stabilize yourself as he began to mercilessly pound into you from behind. he slipped his dick in and out of you each time, your pussy hugging the veiny length each time he did.
the sounds your juices made due to you being soaked vibrated against the room each time his hips hit your ass roughly, and it only edged you on further.
âa-aaron,â you moan, breasts jiggling against the cold sink as the girth of his cock stretched you out, âaaron! oh, fuck!â
you thought you had felt good getting his attention when you were back flirting with the guy, but nothing could have prepared you for the feeling of his dick slamming into you.
from above, aaron grunted and groaned, fingers and nails digging into your hips harshly as he pounded into your perfect pussy. he loved the way you clenched around him, taking it back perfectly each time he slipped back in.
his hand reached for your hair, wrapping his hand around it and pulling you back until you were flush against him with your back still perfectly arched. he dropped his hand from your head to wrap around your neck, fingers digging into the sides.
you gasped, not having a choice as you looked at him through the now foggy mirror, the image of your body rocking with every smack against your body only adding onto the sensation.
âsuch a perfect pussy,â aaron grumbled into your ear, âthis pussy was made for me, wasnât it sweetheart?â
you did your best to nod regardless of how weak your body felt, of the way you could feel your slick drip down to your thighs or the way you were drooling from your open mouth, âbelongs to you, aaron,â you mumble, surprisingly coherently despite the way he was choking you.
âyeah, it does,â he grunts, free hand coming to grab at your stomach again before pushing against the spot where his cock was evidently sliding in and out of you, making you squirm, âthis greedy pussy belongs to me. not to that bastard you were flirting with, right, honey?â
you nod again, eyes stuck on the tummy bulge you currently displayed, your hole clenching at aaronâs cock even tighter at the way the indent disappeared when he slipped out versus when it reappeared when slipping back in.
âfeels so good, aaron,â you mumble, saliva dropping from your lips and onto your pointy, practically rock hard nipples that jiggled with each thrust.
âyeah?â he asks, breath hot against your ear, âtaking it so well for me, such a good girl,â he praises, hand leaving from your stomach to slither down to where your bodies connected.
you let out a squeal as his middle finger slipped through your finger and his index began to rub furiously at your swollen clit, the feeling making the knot in your stomach tighten and tighten.
you babbled aaronâs name like a loose mantra, bodies rocking together as he quickened his pace after realizing that you were close to orgasming, hand tightening around your neck and finger rubbing even faster than before.
âcâmon, honey, come for me,â he encouraged, âcome all over my cock, pretty girl,â
it was all the confirmation you need to let yourself go, body shaking and aaronâs name being repeated as you chased the high, glad that he was holding you up with his hands as your whole body stuttered.
the feeling of your pussy clenching and unclenching around him violently made aaron groan, sweat dripping down his body as he began to reach his own high just from the way your body reacted to orgasming from his dick. from the way he was fucking you and from the way he was naming you as his own.
you could feel his pace falter from behind you, lazily meeting his pace as you tried to encourage him to finish, âcome in me, aaron, please,â you whined, needing to feel him fill you up to the point where his come would leak out of you, âfill up my pussy, aaron,â
he gave you a look of unsureness through the mirror before you nodded at him, âiâm on the pill. itâs okay. please,â
that had been all the confirmation he need for him to finish inside you, his cock twitching inside you as his seed filled you up, making you moan as you rode out your own orgasm, still clenching tightly around him.
you giggled at the way his body practically toppled onto yours as he tried to catch himself, bodies pressed together as he held onto the counter with his dick still inside you.
he snaked his hand around the side of your face as his breath evened, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek and shutting up your whines as he pulled out from inside you with a kiss to your mouth.
âjackâs at a sleepover today,â he says after a few moments of silence.
you inch an eyebrow at him, watching as he leaned over to grab some toilet paper, snatching some off the holder before wiping himself clean of you and wincing at the sensitivity as he wiped gently at your own folds and thighs, âis he now?â
he hums, tucking himself back into his boxers and quickly buttoning his pants to help you put your own clothes on, âhe is,â he grabbed your discarded shorts and parties from the floor and signaled you to lift your legs, âwe can go home and iâll wake you up with breakfast in bed and ask you to be go on an official date with me in the morning,â
your heart pulls as he buttons up your shorts for you, reaching for your shirt, too, âiâll only say yes if we keep going when we get home,â you admit, making him freeze in his movements.
he pinched your nipple.
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hii wondering if you could write a little something about to how spencer would react to an undercover mission going wrong with his gf??<3 whether sheâs on the mission alone or together with him is up to you
Where We Were Meant to Be
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Category: fluff, angst
Warnings/Includes: kidnapping, guns, typical case talk, break ups (not spencer), feelings talks, being injured
Word count: 7.8k
a/n: i took a little bit of creative liberty with this one i hope that's okay! it's spencer's best friend that he just so happens to be in love with heheh --- also this is meant to be a treat because i only posted once yesterday <333
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Spencer Reid was a man of many secrets, but the one that weighed the heaviest on him was the love he harbored for you. It was a love that grew quietly over time, nurtured by the countless hours spent together, the late-night conversations that often veered into deep, uncharted emotional territory, and the shared experiences that bonded you in ways that words could never fully capture.
Everyone at the BAU knew how close the two of you were. It was impossible not to notice. From the way your eyes would light up whenever Spencer entered a room to the ease with which you could communicate without saying a word, it was evident that you shared a connection that transcended the ordinary.
"You two are like two halves of the same brain," Derek would often joke, a knowing grin on his face as he watched you and Spencer exchange another one of your silent conversations.
"Or the same heart," Penelope would add with a playful wink, causing you to blush and Spencer to give her a half-smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
But despite the teasing, no one knew the depth of Spencer's feelings. No one knew that every time you smiled at him, his heart ached with a longing that he buried deep within himself. No one knew that every time your hand brushed against his, he had to remind himself that it meant nothing more than friendshipâbecause that was all you could offer him.
You had a partner. A good one, at that. Spencer had met them a few times, and he couldn't find a single flaw. They were kind, intelligent, and treated you with the love and respect you deserved. It made things easier and harder all at once. Easier, because he knew you were happy, and that's all he'd ever wanted for you. Harder, because he couldn't help but wish that he were the one to make you feel that way.
But Spencer was nothing if not practical. He had always been good at compartmentalizing his emotions, and he used that skill now to keep his feelings in check. He accepted your relationship with grace, never once letting on that every "we" you mentioned with your partner's name attached chipped away at his heart. He forced himself to focus on the friendship you shared, cherishing every moment, every laugh, every secret confided.
In his quieter moments, Spencer allowed himself to dream. He imagined what it would be like to be the one who held your hand as you navigated lifeâs challenges, to be the one who made you laugh on your hardest days, to be the one you turned to when the world felt like too much. But those dreams were fleeting, and he always pushed them away, reminding himself that you were happy, and that was what mattered.
One evening, after a particularly tough case, the team decided to unwind at Rossi's place. The atmosphere was relaxed, the tension of the day slowly dissipating as everyone gathered around with drinks in hand. You sat next to Spencer, your shoulder lightly brushing against his as you leaned in to whisper something that made him chuckle softly.
"See, this is why you're my favorite," you teased, poking him playfully in the side.
"Flattery wonât get you anywhere," Spencer replied, his voice tinged with affection as he looked at you, his gaze lingering just a moment too long.
You caught it, your smile softening as you reached out to squeeze his hand. "You're the best, you know that?"
"Only because I have the best friend," he responded, squeezing your hand in return before letting go, trying to ignore the way his heart raced at the simple contact.
The night continued, filled with laughter and stories, but Spencer couldnât help but feel the weight of his unspoken feelings pressing down on him. It was a bittersweet sensation, knowing that he would never be able to tell you the truth, that he would never be able to cross the invisible line that separated friendship from something more.
As the evening wound down and people started to leave, you lingered behind with Spencer, helping him clean up the remnants of the gathering. It was something the two of you often did, slipping into a comfortable rhythm as you worked side by side in silence.
Once the dishes were done and the living room tidied, you both collapsed into your car, a comfortable silence settling between you.
"Thanks for sticking around," Spencer said, his voice soft as he turned to look at you.
"Of course," you replied, meeting his gaze with a tired smile. "You're my person, Spencer. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."
Your words hit him harder than you could have imagined. He swallowed, forcing himself to smile even as his heart twisted painfully in his chest. "And you're mine," he whispered, more to himself than to you.
You rested your head on his shoulder, letting out a content sigh as you closed your eyes. Spencer remained still, afraid to move, afraid that the moment would shatter if he so much as breathed too loudly.
In that moment, Spencer allowed himself to believe, just for a second, that things could be different. That maybe, in another life, in another world, he could be the one you chose. But as your breathing evened out, signaling that you had fallen asleep, he knew that such thoughts were futile.
He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary before he pulled back, his heart heavy with the weight of what could never be.Â
And so, he continued to keep his secret, burying it deep within himself as he held onto the one thing he could haveâyour friendship. It wasn't everything, but it was enough. It had to be enough.
â
The briefing room was unusually quiet as Hotch laid out the details of the mission. The tension in the air was palpable, the seriousness of the situation evident in the way Hotchâs voice took on that hard, steely edge he reserved for the most dangerous of cases. You sat next to Spencer, your hands folded neatly in your lap, trying to keep your expression neutral as the reality of what was being asked of you sank in.
The unsub had escalated, and the BAU was running out of time. The only way to catch him was to go undercover, to insert yourselves into his world, to become the very thing he was hunting. And for this, Hotch had chosen you and Spencer to pose as husband and wife.
The room emptied out after the briefing, but Spencer lingered, his brows furrowed, a storm of emotions brewing behind his eyes. He looked at you, searching your face as if trying to find a way to convince you to change your mind before he even spoke.
âThis is too dangerous,â he began, his voice low and urgent. âYou shouldnât go. We can find another wayâthere has to be another way.â
You reached out to him, placing a comforting hand on his arm. âSpencer, weâve been through worse. We can handle this.â
âNo,â he said, shaking his head, his voice trembling slightly. âThis isnât just another case. This is⌠itâs different. If something goes wrongâif he even suspects for a second that weâre not who we say we areââ His voice caught in his throat, and he looked away, swallowing hard.
You squeezed his arm, trying to anchor him. âSpencer, look at me.â
Reluctantly, he turned back to you, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and desperation that broke your heart.
âWeâre the best shot at stopping him,â you said gently. âYou know that. If it were anyone else, Iâd be just as worried. But itâs us. Weâve got this.â
His hands balled into fists at his sides, his knuckles white. âBut what if something happens to you? I couldnâtââ He stopped, his breath hitching as he tried to compose himself. âI couldnât live with that.â
You felt a pang in your chest at his words, at the raw vulnerability he was showing you. âSpencer,â you whispered, stepping closer, âI know itâs risky. I know youâre scared. But Iâm scared too. And thatâs why we have to be careful, why we have to trust each other.â
Spencerâs eyes softened, but the fear was still there, clinging to him like a shadow. âI do trust you. Itâs just⌠I canât lose you.â
The intensity of his words hung in the air, a confession of something deeper, something unspoken between you. You felt your heart twist, knowing how much he cared, how much he had always cared.
âYou wonât lose me,â you promised, your voice steady even though your heart was pounding. âWeâll go in, do what we need to do, and get out. Together.â
He nodded slowly, though the worry in his eyes didnât diminish. âPromise me youâll be careful. No risks, no heroics.â
You smiled softly, trying to ease the tension. âI promise. Weâre in this together.â
The days leading up to the mission were a blur of preparations, briefings, and final checks. Spencer was quieter than usual, his mind clearly racing with thoughts of what could go wrong. You tried to stay focused, knowing that you both needed to be sharp for this to work.
When the day finally arrived, you found yourselves in a small, nondescript hotel room that served as your cover. The ruse was simple: you and Spencer were a newlywed couple, traveling through the area, the perfect targets for the unsubâs twisted games.
The charade was almost too real, the way Spencerâs hand rested on the small of your back as you entered the hotel lobby, the way he leaned in to whisper something in your ear as you checked in. The familiarity of it all was both comforting and disconcerting.
The hotel roomâs dim lighting cast a warm glow over the space, but it was nothing compared to the light in Spencerâs eyes as he looked at you. You had just finished getting ready for the final phase of the mission, slipping into the elegant dress that completed your undercover persona as the charming, newlywed wife. As you turned to face him, adjusting the last of your jewelry, Spencerâs breath seemed to catch in his throat.
âYou look absolutely stunning,â he murmured, his voice low, almost reverent. There was a softness in his tone, a tenderness that seemed to seep into every syllable. His eyes, those expressive hazel eyes, were locked onto you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.
For a moment, the world outside the room ceased to exist. The mission, the danger, the need to keep up the pretenseâit all faded into the background. All that mattered was the way Spencer was looking at you, with so much love and adoration that it was almost overwhelming.
But then, as quickly as it had surfaced, Spencer seemed to reel it back in. He blinked, his expression shifting as he forced a small smile, trying to play it off. âI mean, itâs⌠itâs perfect for the mission. You look exactly like someone who would turn every head in the room.â
You could hear the faint waver in his voice, the way he tried to rationalize the emotion he had just displayed. He chalked it up to the nature of the mission, to the need to sell the story, but deep down, he knew there was more to it.
âThank you, Spencer,â you replied softly, your voice barely above a whisper. You could feel the tension between you, a silent acknowledgment of the feelings that were bubbling just beneath the surface, unspoken but undeniably present.
Spencer nodded, averting his gaze as he adjusted his tie, trying to focus on the task at hand. But the way his hands trembled ever so slightly, the way his jaw clenched as he fought to regain his composure, didnât go unnoticed by you.
You took a step closer, reaching out to touch his arm, your fingers brushing against the fabric of his sleeve. âWeâll be okay, you know,â you said, trying to reassure him, to reassure yourself.
He looked up at you, his eyes once again filled with that same deep, intense emotion. âI know,â he replied, his voice barely more than a whisper. âAs long as youâre with me, I know weâll be okay.â
For a moment, neither of you moved, the air between you thick with unspoken words and hidden desires. It was as if the world had paused, holding its breath as you both stood on the precipice of something that could change everything.
But then, with a deep breath, Spencer forced himself to step back, his professional mask sliding back into place. âWe should get going,â he said, his voice firmer now, though there was still a lingering softness in his eyes.
You nodded, trying to push down the emotions that were threatening to spill over. âRight. Letâs do this.â
And as you left the room together, hand in hand, the lines between mission and reality blurred just a little more, leaving you both wondering what would be left once the dust settled.
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The situation had spiraled out of control so fast that it felt like a nightmare, the kind where everything you feared the most came true. One moment, you and Spencer were navigating the careful dance of your undercover roles, blending into the crowd at the lavish party where you hoped to catch the unsub off guard. The next, everything went darkâboth literally and figuratively.
The unsub was smarter than theyâd anticipated. He saw through the act, his twisted mind zeroing in on your every move, every glance exchanged with Spencer. And then, in an instant, the plan unraveled. The lights flickered, and when they came back on, you were no longer standing by Spencer's side. You were in the unsubâs grip, his arm around your throat, his gun pressed against your temple.
âSpencer!â you cried out, your voice filled with a terror that tore through him like a knife.
Spencerâs heart stopped in that moment. The blood drained from his face as he saw you, saw the fear in your eyes, the way you struggled against the unsubâs iron grip. His mind raced, every possible scenario playing out in rapid succession, each one worse than the last. He could feel his entire world crashing down around him, the panic setting in, making it hard to breathe, hard to think.
âLet her go!â Spencerâs voice was raw, desperate, his hand reaching out instinctively as if he could pull you back to him by sheer force of will. âYou donât want to do this. We can help you. Justâjust let her go, please.â
But the unsub only sneered, tightening his hold on you, dragging you backward toward the exit. âHelp me? Youâre the ones who need help. You think I didnât see through your little charade? You think I didnât know?â
Spencer felt his knees buckle as he watched the unsubâs every move, his heart hammering in his chest. He couldnât lose you. He couldnât. The thought of it was too much, too overwhelming. He tried to take a step forward, but the unsub jabbed the gun harder against your head, making you gasp in pain.
âStay back, or Iâll blow her brains out right here!â the unsub snarled, his eyes wild with a dangerous mix of paranoia and rage.
âPlease,â Spencer begged, his voice cracking, his eyes pleading as he tried to reason with a man who seemed beyond reason. âDonât hurt her. You donât have to do this. We can talk, we canââ
But the unsub wasnât listening. He was already backing out of the room, dragging you with him. And then, before Spencer could react, you were goneâthrown into a nondescript van that peeled away from the curb, leaving Spencer standing there, frozen in horror.
The moment you disappeared from sight, something in Spencer snapped. He was a man undone, no longer the composed, brilliant profiler but a man in the throes of utter despair. He spun around, his eyes wild as he looked at the rest of the team, who had arrived just in time to witness the tail end of the horror show.
âWe have to find her!â Spencerâs voice was a shout, laced with a hysteria that made everyone in the room tense up. âWe have to find her now!â
âReid, weâre going to do everything we can,â Hotch said, his voice calm and steady, trying to contain the situation, but it only seemed to fuel Spencerâs rage.
âYou sent her in there!â Spencer roared, pointing an accusatory finger at Hotch, his voice trembling with fury and anguish. âYou sent her in there, and now sheâs gone! You did this!â
âSpencer, weâll find her,â JJ said softly, trying to step in, but Spencer wasnât hearing it. His mind was a blur of panic, grief, and guilt. All he could see was you, the terror in your eyes, the way you had been dragged away from him.
âNo! You donât understand!â Spencer was nearly hysterical now, his voice breaking, tears streaming down his face as he continued to lash out. âSheâs out there alone, and itâs our fault! We have to get her back! We have toââÂ
âReid, stand down!â Hotch commanded, his voice taking on a sharper tone, but it did nothing to calm Spencer.
âNo!â Spencer screamed, his hands shaking as he pointed at Hotch again. âYou donât get to tell me to stand down! You donât get to tell me to do anything after what youâve done!â
Hotch exchanged a quick glance with Rossi, who gave a small nod, understanding that Spencer was too far gone, too deep in his emotions to be reasoned with right now.
âReid, go back to the hotel,â Hotch ordered, his voice firm and leaving no room for argument. âWeâll handle the search. You need to stand down.â
But Spencer didnât move. He just stood there, shaking, his eyes wild and red-rimmed, the pain etched so deeply into his features that it was almost unbearable to look at. He wanted to fight, to do something, anything to bring you back. But all he could do was fall apart, right there in front of everyone.
âPlease,â he whispered, his voice breaking as he finally gave in to the grief that was tearing him apart. âPlease bring her back.â
âGo back to the hotel, Reid,â Hotch repeated, softer this time, but still with that commanding presence. âWeâll find her.â
Spencer didnât want to go. Every fiber of his being wanted to stay, to fight, to tear the city apart if thatâs what it took to find you. But he was too broken, too shattered to argue anymore. So, with one last, desperate look at Hotch, he turned and left, his heart heavy, his mind spinning with every horrible possibility.
Back at the hotel, Spencer was a man possessed. He couldnât sit, couldnât think straight. He paced the room, his thoughts running in endless circles, every one of them coming back to you and the unimaginable fear that you were out there, somewhere, hurt or worse. The room felt too small, too suffocating, and he found himself screaming, yelling out your name, cursing at the walls as if they could give him answers.
When the anger wasnât enough to dull the pain, the tears came full force. He collapsed onto the bed, burying his face in his hands as he sobbed, the grief pouring out of him in waves. He couldnât lose you. He couldnât. The thought of it was too much, and yet it was all he could think about.
Hours passed, though it felt like an eternity, and still, there was no word. No update. No sign of you. Spencer felt like he was drowning in the silence, the waiting, the not knowing. Every second that ticked by felt like another piece of him being torn away, until there was nothing left but the hollow shell of a man who had once been whole.
When the phone finally rang, Spencer lunged for it, his heart in his throat as he answered, his voice shaking with desperation.Â
But it wasnât you. It wasnât even news about you. It was Hotch, telling him to stay put, telling him that they were still searching, still trying to find you. It was a command wrapped in reassurance, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside Spencer.
âJust bring her back,â Spencer whispered, his voice barely audible, broken. âPlease, bring her back to me.â
And as he hung up the phone, Spencer curled up on the bed, clutching your jacket that still held the faintest scent of you, and prayed with every ounce of his being that you would come back to him, that this nightmare would end, and that he wouldnât lose the most important person in his life.
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Spencer was pacing the floor of the hotel room, his mind a whirlwind of fear, guilt, and desperation. The silence of the room felt like it was closing in on him, pressing down on his chest until he could hardly breathe. Every minute that passed felt like an eternity, and the only thing keeping him from completely unraveling was the hope that the team would find you before it was too late.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he nearly fumbled it in his haste to answer. âDerek?â he gasped, his voice tight with panic.
âReid    , we think we found her,â Derek said, his tone serious but laced with urgency. âSheâs at an abandoned warehouse on the east side, just off of River Street. Weâre heading there now.â
Spencer didnât wait for another word. He grabbed his keys and bolted out of the hotel, the thought of you in danger propelling him forward with a speed he didnât know he was capable of. The drive to the warehouse was a blur of speeding cars, red lights he didnât bother stopping for, and the singular focus of getting to you as fast as he could.
When he pulled up to the warehouse, he barely threw his car into park before he was out the door, sprinting toward the cluster of agents and medics near the entrance. The sight of them only made his heart race faster, a mix of relief and dread coiling in his stomach.
âWhere is she?â he shouted, his voice hoarse with desperation as he pushed his way through the crowd.
The sight of you nearly brought him to his knees. You were lying on a stretcher, your body bruised and battered, your face pale and drawn, as if the life had been drained out of you. The medics were working quickly, checking your vitals, hooking you up to an IV, but all Spencer could focus on was the faint sound of your voice, weak and trembling, as you mumbled incoherently.
âMy love,â you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath. âWhere is my love?â
The words broke Spencerâs heart into a thousand pieces. He rushed forward, ignoring the shouts of the other agents as he made his way to your side. You were so fragile, so small against the harsh metal of the stretcher, and all he wanted to do was gather you in his arms, protect you from the world, from everything that had hurt you.
The medics began to wheel you toward the ambulance, but as they moved, you caught sight of Spencer, your eyes fluttering open just enough to recognize him. Despite the pain, despite the exhaustion that weighed you down, you tried to sit up, your hand reaching out toward him as if he were the only thing that could keep you tethered to life.
âMy love,â you said again, your voice cracking with emotion, your eyes filled with tears as you looked at him.
Spencer was at your side in an instant, grabbing your extended hand and squeezing it tightly. âIâm here, Iâm right here,â he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he held onto you like you were his lifeline.
The medics glanced at Spencer, recognizing the emblem on his jacket, the desperation in his eyes. âIâm riding with her,â Spencer told them, his voice leaving no room for argument.
The medics nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. They helped Spencer climb into the ambulance, making room for him next to you as they continued to work. Spencer never let go of your hand, his thumb brushing gently over your bruised knuckles, his heart breaking at the sight of you so weak, so vulnerable.
As the ambulance sped away, sirens blaring, Spencer leaned in close, his voice soft and soothing as he whispered to you. âYouâre going to be okay. Iâm here now. Iâm not going anywhere.â
Your eyes fluttered open again, your gaze locking onto his as you tried to muster the strength to speak. âI was so scared,â you whispered, tears slipping down your cheeks as you clung to his hand.
âI know,â Spencer said, his own voice cracking as he fought back his tears. âI was too. But youâre safe now. Weâre going to get through this, okay? I promise.â
You nodded weakly, your eyes drifting shut again as exhaustion took over. But even as you slipped into unconsciousness, you kept your hand in his, holding on as if he were your only anchor in the storm.
And Spencer held on too, refusing to let go, refusing to let the fear, the guilt, the overwhelming emotions consume him. All that mattered was youâkeeping you safe, getting you through this. He couldnât think about anything else, couldnât allow himself to imagine a world where you werenât with him.
As the ambulance raced toward the hospital, Spencer pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your hand, his voice a quiet promise in the chaos. âI love you,â he whispered, the words slipping out before he could stop them, before he could overthink them.
But it didnât matter now. There was no taking it back, no more hiding how he felt. And as the ambulance tore through the night, Spencer made a silent vow that he would do whatever it took to keep you safe, to bring you back to himâbecause losing you wasnât an option. Not now. Not ever.
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The antiseptic smell of the hospital was a sharp contrast to the warmth of Spencer's presence beside you. The sterile environment only emphasized how vulnerable and fragile you felt, lying in the hospital bed with a sling supporting your broken collarbone. The pain was manageable, dulled by the medication the doctors had administered, but the emotional whirlwind you were caught in was another matter entirely.
Spencer had been there since the moment you arrived, never leaving your side. His eyes, red-rimmed and exhausted, had stayed fixed on you, watching over you with a mix of concern and something deeper that you couldnât quite name. He was a mess of emotionsâfear, relief, and something bordering on anger, though you knew it wasnât directed at you.
You were just beginning to doze off when a nurse entered the room, gently informing you that your partner had arrived. Your heart clenched at the words, not out of relief or comfort, but out of a confusing sense of dread. Spencerâs hand tightened slightly around yours, a small, almost imperceptible gesture, but one that spoke volumes. He was still there, still holding onto you, but you could feel the shift in the air, the way his grip loosened as the footsteps approached.
When your partner stepped into the room, their eyes filled with worry and love, Spencer immediately withdrew his hand, standing up to make room. You could see the tension in his posture, the way his jaw clenched as he forced himself to step back, to let go.
âThank you for taking care of her,â your partner said softly, their voice sincere as they looked at Spencer with genuine gratitude.
Spencer nodded stiffly, the bitterness in his expression barely hidden. âOf course,â he replied, his voice tight. âItâs what anyone would have done.â
But you knew that wasnât true. Spencer had done more than anyone else would have, more than your partner could even begin to understand. He had been your anchor in the storm, the person you had instinctively reached for when you were at your weakest. And now, with your partner standing there, all you could think about was how much you had wanted Spencerâneeded Spencerâwhen everything was falling apart.
Your partner leaned down to kiss your forehead, their touch gentle, comforting. But it wasnât the same. It didnât ignite that spark inside you, didnât calm the commotion in your heart the way Spencerâs presence had. Your mind kept replaying those moments in the ambulance, when Spencer had whispered those three words that had changed everything.
âI love you.â
The weight of those words settled heavily in your chest, making it hard to breathe. You couldnât ignore it, couldnât pretend that it hadnât meant the world to you when he said it. But now, looking up at your partner, you felt trapped between two worldsâone where you were safe, where everything was familiar, and another where your heart was pulling you toward something deeper, something more complicated, something you werenât sure you were ready to face.
Spencer stood there, watching the exchange with an expression that broke your heart. You could see the pain in his eyes, the bitterness that he was trying so hard to hide. He had given you everything he had in those terrifying moments, and now he was being pushed aside, as if all of that meant nothing.
But it did mean something. It meant everything.
âSpencerâŚâ you began, your voice soft, uncertain.
He looked at you, his eyes searching yours, waiting for somethingâanythingâthat would tell him what you were feeling, what you were thinking. But you didnât know what to say. You were too confused, too overwhelmed to put your emotions into words.
Your partner squeezed your hand gently, drawing your attention back to them. âIâm so glad youâre okay,â they whispered, their voice filled with relief.
You nodded, trying to smile, but it felt hollow, forced. âYeah,â you murmured. âIâm okay.â
But as you looked back at Spencer, you knew that you werenât okay. Not really. Because all you could think about was how much it had hurt to watch him leave, to see the pain in his eyes as he stepped back, knowing that he was walking away from something that had just barely begun.
Spencer took a step toward the door, his shoulders slumping as if the weight of the world was pressing down on him. âI should go,â he said quietly, his voice barely audible. âYou need time with your partner.â
The word "partner" seemed to catch in his throat, and you could see the way he flinched as he said it, as if acknowledging their presence hurt more than he could bear.
You wanted to call out to him, to tell him to stay, to tell him that what he had said in the ambulance had changed everything for you. But the words wouldnât come. You were too afraid, too unsure of what any of it meant, or what it would mean if you acknowledged it out loud.
So you said nothing, letting him walk away, letting him leave the room with a heavy heart and a bitterness that you knew was only going to fester.
As the door closed behind Spencer, you felt a tear slip down your cheek, the weight of everything crashing down on you all at once. Your partner was still there, still holding your hand, still trying to comfort you, but it wasnât enough. Because the person you needed most had just walked out the door, and you didnât know if you had the courage to bring him back.
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When you returned to work after your medical leave, there was a part of you that was eager to get back to a sense of normalcy. You thought that once you were surrounded by your colleagues, by Spencer, things would start to feel right again. But from the moment you stepped into the bullpen, you knew something was different.
Spencer was there, of course, as he always wasâdutiful, courteous, offering you a small, polite smile as you walked in. He asked how you were feeling, made sure you had everything you needed, even went out of his way to help you catch up on what you had missed during your absence. But there was a distance to him, a careful politeness that felt foreign between the two of you. It was as if there was an invisible barrier between you, one that he had constructed with precision and intention.
He wasnât your Spencer anymore. He was still the brilliant, kind-hearted man you knew, but the easy closeness, the spontaneous laughter, the silent conversations that you had once sharedâthose were gone. And as much as it pained you, you couldnât bring yourself to confront him about it. You were too afraid of what you might find out, too scared that if you asked him what was wrong, you would only confirm your worst fears.
So you stayed quiet. You forced yourself to smile when he spoke to you, even though his words were measured and distant. You nodded along when he offered advice or assistance, even though the warmth you used to feel in his presence was replaced by a hollow ache. But the more time passed, the more you began to realize that this wasnât just about Spencer pulling awayâit was about what that distance did to you.
It felt like half of you was missing, like you were a shell of yourself without him by your side. Youâd never felt this way with your partner, not even when they were out of town or during the rare arguments that led to hours of silence. There was something about Spencer, something about the bond you had shared, that had become an integral part of who you were. And now that it was gone, you were lost.
It was that realization that led to the end of your relationship. You couldnât keep pretending that everything was fine when your heart was somewhere else, when the person you thought you loved couldnât fill the void that Spencerâs absence had left. Breaking up with your partner was one of the hardest things youâd ever done, not because you were still in love with them, but because they were such a genuinely kind-hearted person. They deserved better than to be with someone whose heart wasnât fully in it.
When you sat down with them, your voice shaking as you tried to explain, they listened with a quiet understanding that made you feel even more guilty. âIâve known for a while that something was off,â they said softly, their eyes sad but not angry. âI just didnât want to admit it to myself.â
âIâm so sorry,â you whispered, tears stinging your eyes. âYou didnât deserve this.â
They shook their head, reaching out to gently squeeze your hand. âYou donât have to apologize. Iâd rather you be honest with yourselfâand with meâthan stay in a relationship that doesnât make you happy.â
Their kindness only made the pain of ending things more acute, but you knew it was the right thing to do. You couldnât keep living a lie, couldnât keep pretending that you were in love when your heart was somewhere else. And as much as it hurt, you felt a strange sense of relief when they walked away, knowing that you were finally free to face the truth.
But now that the relationship was over, you were left with an even bigger question: What do you do about Spencer? The very person who had unknowingly driven you to this decision was the one you felt you had already lost. The thought of telling him how you felt was terrifying, especially when you werenât sure if there was anything left between you to salvage. Would he even care, or had he already moved on, content to keep you at armâs length for the rest of your lives?
As you sat alone in your apartment that evening, the silence pressing in on you, you found yourself picking up your phone, your fingers hovering over Spencerâs contact. You wanted to call him, to tell him everythingâto tell him that this whole mess had made you realize just how much you needed him, how much you missed him, how much you loved him.
But fear held you back. Fear that he wouldnât feel the same way, fear that he would reject you, fear that you had already lost him forever.
In the end, you put the phone down, your heart heavy with the weight of your unspoken feelings. You didnât know what to do, didnât know how to move forward. All you knew was that you couldnât keep living like this, trapped in the limbo between what you had lost and what you could never have.
But as you lay in bed that night, staring up at the ceiling, you made a silent vow to yourself: You couldnât let things end like this. Spencer had meant too much to you for too long to let him slip away without a fight. And even though the thought of confronting him scared you more than anything, you knew that you had to try. You had to tell him how you felt, even if it meant risking everything.
Because losing Spencer without ever telling him the truthâthat was something you couldnât bear.
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Spencer sat in his reading nook, surrounded by books that had once brought him comfort but now served as a distraction from the thoughts he couldnât escape. The words blurred together as he tore through page after page, trying to keep his mind occupied, to drown out the memories of you, the sound of your voice, the way you used to laugh at his terrible jokes. It wasnât easy, keeping you at armâs length, but it was the only way he knew how to protect himself. He couldnât endure watching you be with someone else, not when every part of him yearned to be the one you turned to, the one you loved.
The soft knock on the door startled him, pulling him out of the world he had tried so hard to lose himself in. His heart raced as he set the book down, a sense of unease settling over him as he stood up. He wasnât expecting anyone, least of all you.
When he opened the door, the upper chain still in place, his breath caught in his throat. âY/N?â he asked, his voice full of surprise.
You stood there, looking up at him with an expression that was both determined and vulnerable. It was clear you had made a decision, one that had led you to his doorstep on a Friday evening, one that had left you standing there, waiting for him to let you in.
âSpencer,â you began, your voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in your chest. âI think we need to talk. Can I come in?â
He hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with the implications of what this conversation might bring. But the sight of you, the sound of your voice, was too much for him to resist. He needed to hear what you had to say, even if it meant reopening wounds he had tried so hard to close.
With a sigh, Spencer undid the chain and opened the door fully, stepping aside to let you in. âOf course,â he said, his voice softer now, tinged with the familiarity of your presence.
You stepped inside, taking a deep breath as you crossed the threshold. The air in the apartment was thick with unspoken words, with the tension that had been building between you for weeks. You could feel it, the weight of everything you hadnât said, everything you were about to say.
Spencer watched as you took a moment to compose yourself, his heart aching at the sight of you in his space, a place you had once felt so at home in but that now felt foreign, distant. He wanted to reach out, to close the gap between you, but he held back, reminding himself of the boundaries he had set.
âIâm sorry for showing up like this,â you said, turning to face him, your eyes searching his for any sign of what he was feeling. âBut I couldnât wait any longer. I have a lot to say, and I kept repeating it in my head. I was driving myself insane,â you laughed a bit at your own expense.
Spencer nodded, his throat tight as he gestured for you to sit on the couch. He took a seat across from you, his hands clasped together in his lap as he waited for you to speak, his heart pounding in his chest.
You took a deep breath, trying to find the right words, the ones that would convey everything you had been feeling, everything you had realized over the past few weeks. âSpencer, I know things have been different between us since I came back. And I know itâs because of me, because of what happened.â
He opened his mouth to protest, to tell you that it wasnât your fault, that he had been the one to pull away, but you held up a hand, stopping him.
âPlease, just let me finish,â you said, your voice trembling slightly. âIâve been thinking a lot about us, about what we had, and what we lost. And I realized that⌠I realized that I canât keep going on like this. I canât keep pretending that everythingâs okay when itâs not. I miss you, Spencer. I miss my best friend.â
His heart twisted at your words, the pain of losing you sharper than he had expected. âI miss you too,â he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. âBut⌠itâs complicated.â
âI know it is,â you said, leaning forward, your eyes locking onto his with a determination that took him by surprise. âBut thatâs why Iâm here. I need you to hear me out.â
Spencer nodded, his hands trembling slightly as he braced himself for whatever was coming next.
You took another deep breath, your heart racing as you finally found the courage to say the words that had been weighing on you for so long. âI ended things with my partner.â
His eyes widened in surprise, the words catching him off guard. âYou did?â
You nodded, feeling a strange sense of relief at finally saying it out loud. âYes. I did. Because I realized that I couldnât keep lying to myself, or to them. I realized that the reason I was so unhappy, the reason I felt like something was missing, was because⌠because I was in love with someone else.â
Spencerâs breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding as he tried to process what you were saying. âY/NâŚâ
âIâm in love with you, Spencer,â you said, your voice steady now, the weight of the truth lifting from your shoulders. âIâve been in love with you for a long time I think, and it took almost losing you to realize that. I donât know how you feel, and Iâm terrified that Iâve already lost you, but I couldnât keep it to myself any longer. You deserve to know the truth.â
The room fell into a heavy silence as your words hung in the air, the enormity of what you had just confessed settling between you. Spencerâs mind raced, a thousand thoughts colliding all at once, but the one thing that stood out above everything else was the overwhelming relief, the joy, that came with hearing you say those words.
You loved him. You loved him.
âSpencer, please say something,â you whispered, your voice trembling now as the fear of rejection crept in.
He looked at you, his eyes filled with a mix of emotionsârelief, love, fear. âIâve loved you for so long,â he said, his voice thick with emotion, âthat I didnât think it was possible for you to feel the same way. Iâve been trying so hard to protect myself, to keep my distance, because I didnât want to get hurt. But all it did was hurt me more, because all I wanted was to be close to you.â
Tears welled up in your eyes as his words sank in, as the truth of what he had been feeling all this time became clear. âSpencerâŚâ
He stood up, crossing the room in a few quick strides, and pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest as if he was afraid you might disappear. âIâm so sorry for pulling away,â he whispered into your hair, his voice choked with emotion. âI thought I was doing the right thing, but I was wrong. I need you in my life, Y/N. I need you more than anything.â
You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest as the tears finally spilled over. âI need you too,â you whispered, your voice trembling with relief, with love, with the overwhelming emotion of finally being in his arms again.
For a long moment, neither of you moved, holding onto each other as the weight of everything you had been through, everything you had felt, finally began to lift.Â
âPlease donât ever pull away again,â you whispered, pulling back just enough to look up at him.
He shook his head, his thumb gently brushing away your tears. âI wonât. I promise. Iâm done hiding.â
With that, he leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss that was long overdue, a kiss that spoke of all the love, all the longing, all the unspoken words that had been building between you for so long. It was a kiss that sealed the promise of a future together, a future where you didnât have to pretend, didnât have to hold back, a future where you could finally be with the person you loved.
When you finally pulled away, breathless and smiling, Spencer rested his forehead against yours, his arms still wrapped around you. âYouâre my best friend, Y/N. And Iâm never letting you go again.â
âI love you, Spencer,â you whispered, the words feeling right, feeling true.
âI love you too,â he replied, his voice full of conviction, full of the certainty that thisâbeing with youâwas where he was always meant to be.
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â§âĄGot A Little Something ThereâĄâ§
pairing. Sakusa x reader
Content. This wasn't the way Sakusa had planned to reveal your relationship to the team
warnings. Lipstick wearing reader, soft Sakusa, Atsumu being the biggest tease (cannon)
words: 746
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He really should have seen this coming when he saw the mischievous smile on your face when you pulled him down for a kiss this morning. Should have known better when your lips were tinted red and you wouldn't let him leave without a few more kisses. Unfortunately, for as much as he may say he isn't. Sakusa is a simp for his partner so when you smiled so nicely at him there wasn't much else going on in his head.Â
"Just one kiss before you go!" You smile brightly and hold a finger up. "It'd be very rude of you to leave without a kiss." So what does he do? He sighs with a smile and leans down for you to kiss him. Now, it should've ended there. He was already pushing being late because you had asked for 'just five more minutes' when his alarm went off that morning (which had turned into half an hour).Â
Instead of 'just one kiss' as you had promised, it turned into a few more. You were looking entirely too proud of yourself when you both pulled away from the barrage of kisses. He would find out very soon why you looked so happy, for now though he didn't have time to question it. He places one more kiss on your lips before rushing out the door and to practice.Â
When he got to practice everything had started normally...until he unhooked his mask from his face. He wasn't sure why Atsumu had burst out laughing, he just glared at him as usual. "Something funny Miya?"
"I think you've got a little something there Omi," Atsumu teases and motions around his mouth. Sakusa groans and puts a hand over his face. He definitely knew why you looked so happy now. For his own sanity he had asked you not go public with your relationship just yet (at least until the first match). He was by no means embarrassed by you, he would rather you hang him before Sakusa said he was embarrassed by you. No, he just didn't want to hear the teasing from Miya. Which he was getting now.Â
Sakusa headed towards the bathroom to see exactly what you had done this morning before he had left the safety of your shared home. When he got to the mirror he sighed again. He could feel the hairs on his head turning grey when he caught sight of a much too pleased looking Atsumu standing behind him. Not only were his lips stained with the same red that was previously staining your lips, he also had kiss prints on his cheeks and corners of his mouth.Â
"You've been hiding a relationship from us Omi? I'm hurt!" Atsumu feigns offense and clutches his hand over his chest and rests the back of his other hand on his forehead like he was fainting.Â
"It was none of your business," Sakusa mumbles and pulls his phone from his pocket. He takes a picture of just how unamused he looked and sent it to you before pulling at paper towels to wipe the red off of his face.Â
"Were you embarrassed or something Omi?" Atsumu coos as he watches the spiker try and wipe the lipstick from his face with little success. It seems red stains much more than you would realize. The sentence makes Sakusa stop his movements though and turn to the fake blonde.
"Never. I would never be embarrassed of them. I simply did not want to hear your comments."
"And whatever could you mean Omi?"
"I mean." He glares at the man in the mirror as he wipes his lips again. "I didn't want you to question our relationship Miya."
"You wound me Omi!" Atsumu puts the dramatics back on. "Seeing your face covered in lipstick is enough for me not to have any questions. You're obviously whipped for them."
"And? I love them and they love me. I know that's a hard concept for you to understand since no one seems to want you." Sakusa retaliates which only furthers the dramatics from the fake blonde.Â
"Just wait till I meet this person. I bet they'll tease you with me. If your red stained face is anything to go by." And that would certainly be a day. He didn't want to think about how well you and Atsumu would get along. He supposed he could deal with the lipstick stains if it meant you kept kissing him though.
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[thinkin bout you] taesan x f!reader | 5.8k words high school au, childhood friends 2 lovers, slight e2l, fake dating, first kiss, moving away and reunion kinda ???, also bffs 2 lovers ish, smut at the end note. happy (late) birthday to my lovely kay <333 hope u love it my cherry pie. sorry to everyone for how long this took, finishing this fic almost broke me. (and yes heres another taesan fic for the anon who was asking). also highly recommend listening to steve lacy while reading this, the plot was v inspired by infrunami and the entire lo-fis album :]
the first time you met taesan, he didn't give the grandest first impression. not that you really expected to be blown away by a six year old boy, but meeting him while he was covered in mud wasn't what you were anticipating either.
your family had just moved next to the boy's house, and as you picked dandelions and flowers from the front yard to collect and keep, you couldn't help but notice a young boy playing in the garden of the house next door. turning to see you, the boy giddily bounded over to you, introducing himself joyfully.
you should've been nicer; he was just another little boy enjoying the breezy summer day, but you couldn't help scrunching your nose as you eyed him up and down. his knees were green with grass stains and his arms and legs were covered with swipes of dirt, a bit of mud sticking to his cheek.
within a minute, his mother noticed her son poking his nose outside of the yard and came over to collect him, chiding his dirtiness and sending him back to his own abode. taesan pouted for less than a second before smiling brightly at you, waving happily as he ran back to his house. you frowned slightly at his bright demeanor.
although you were the same age as taesan, something both of your mothers were delighted by, you considered yourself more mature and too grown up for kiddish activities, and this logic applied to others your age as well.
growing up as well, you found boys to be immature and difficult creatures, always finding yourself repelled by their confusing antics. taesan was just any other boy to you, childish and juvenile.
despite your obvious disdain towards the young boy, your families still spent a great deal of time together. they were always encouraging the two of you to get along; you never had any of it.
taesan caught onto this attitude pretty quickly as well, wondering why you didn't like him. he decided he'd rather play with his toy cars and lay in the grass than dwell on it though.
this was how your dynamic was, the two of you in an unspoken agreement that it would be better to just leave each other alone.
you saw less and less of taesan after his parents decided to enroll him in a private school to finish out his middle and high school years. to be honest, you couldn't have cared less -- your childish neighbor was far from your mind as you immersed yourself in your high school sports, particularly enjoying volleyball and swimming.
being on both teams for your school and trying to keep your grades up took up the majority of your time, meaning you hadn't exactly experienced the infamous teenage romance, as your parents liked to call it.
you didn't know why your parents cared about your love life so much. you felt perfectly content with your school activities and your various friends, not feeling the need to burden yourself with a boyfriend.
taesan was similar to you in that way; after growing into adolescence and beginning teenagerhood he began to delve into music, writing and composing songs became his life. granted, he'd had a couple flings here and there, so he wasn't completely in the dark when it came to relationships.
for his final semester of his senior year, taesan ended up transferring back to your high school. you found out about this when you watched him run out the front door one morning as you were unlocking your car, ready to drive yourself to school.
you almost didn't realize it was him, granted the last time you'd gotten a proper glance at him was when the two of you were maybe 12. his once chestnut brown hair was dyed jet black, and the curliness of it had settled and loosened so it was just slightly wavy.
he'd grown at least half a foot, shoulders broad and sturdy. you eyed his long legs that carried him to the bus that he was practically chasing. biting a laugh back, you watched him sheepishly smile at the bus driver, who rolled his eyes before letting the boy on.
the next time you saw taesan was that evening actually. returning home after swim practice, you saw your mom in the living room vacuuming the floors. pausing for a moment, she unplugged the machine to greet you, hugging you gently and asking how your day was.
"nothing crazy. practice was fine too." your mom fought the urge to sigh out loud. you were always talking about sports while she was constantly hoping you'd come back telling her that you'd met someone.
"that's great, honey" she faked a smile at your denseness, turning around to continue cleaning.
"taesan's back." for a moment, your mom looked caught off guard before smiling again, hoping if she acted normal you'd be encouraged to continue.
"and?"
"he looks different" you spoke as you fell onto the couch, rubbing the back of your neck.
"it's been years since the last time you saw him, hasn't it?" you nodded.
"he's going to my school now." you smiled again thinking about how silly he'd looked this morning.
"i know, i invited him and his mom over for dinner today." your mom replied sheepishly, anticipating an outburst of sorts from her daughter.
"what?" you sputtered in surprise, eyes wide as you stared at your mom.
"what? they're our neighbors, plus i haven't had a chance to catch up with mrs. han in a while." you groaned at the idea of an awkward dinner and having to dress nicely. you trudged up the stairs to your room to wash your hair and find some decent looking clothes that weren't your team sweats.
++
you were helping your mom set the table when the doorbell rang, sighing as your mom giggled and turned to answer the door. hearing both of your moms' giddy voices around the corner as they greeted each other, you sat on the couch in your living room. taesan walked past his mom and your mom reuniting and appeared around the corner, meeting the sight of you scrolling on your phone on the couch, smiling as you texted someone.
"hey." your gaze immediately fixed on taesan. he had grown up well, his jawline defined and lips tinted pink. his mouth had sort of a natural pout to it, and his eyes were a pretty shade of chocolate. his hair was long, bangs growing out and parted down the middle to fall down his ears and frame his face.
you made note of his figure as well, shoulders broad and torso narrowed into his waist. he was tall, much taller than you'd thought this morning.
standing at the end of the couch you were on, his hands were stuffed in his pockets as he took you in.
you'd also grown up quite a bit in the past couple years. your once shorter hair was longer and flowed down your shoulders, with partially lightened streaks sprinkled throughout from swimming.
you were also quite toned from how active you were, and taesan's eyes traced the lines down your neck as you straightened your posture.
"hi." you replied, lazy voice contrasting your stiff demeanor. he eyed your dressy top and jeans before looking down at his old band tee and ripped jeans.
"was i supposed to wear something nicer?" he asked sheepishly, shoulders slumping in relief as you shook your head no and smiled at him softly.
dinner wasn't really anything unordinary, mainly consisting of your parents conversing with taesan's mother as you and the boy ate in silence next to each other. at one point, you heard your name tossed around in conversation, looking up in response.
"y/n! you and taesan should carpool to school together!" you fought to suppress a groan and eye roll as you watched your moms cheerily converse about the arrangement.
you enjoyed your drives to and from school alone, giving you some peace and solitude. no more of that, i guess, you thought bitterly.
++
"you ride to school in silence?" taesan asked after swinging your car door open and stepping in. you yawned loudly. early mornings never really agreed with you.
"i don't really have time to listen to music." taesan raised his eyebrow at this.
"don't have time? what are you, the president?" surprisingly, taesan's quips made you crack a smile. considering how you'd felt about him before, you figured riding with him would be a bother.
as you got to know taesan better, though, you realized there was much more to your neighbor than met the eye. he introduced you to his favorite bands and showed you various musical genres. he taught you about a new genre every week, on a personal mission to help you find your favorite. you enjoyed watching him geek out about music, and you began to learn which artists and genres you liked the most.
eventually, taesan would come wait for your practices to end, often sitting in the bleachers and working on homework with headphones shoved in his ears.
you'd always bound up to him after, breathing shallowly as you tugged his earbuds to let him know you were done. he found you to be like a puppy at times like that, panting and waiting for him to pack up his stuff so the two of you could return home.
"is volleyball hard?" he asked one day on your drive home. this week was indie, a soft steve lacy song floating through the air as you turned to look at him.
"not really, it's pretty simple." taesan's face told you he disagreed. before he open his mouth retaliate, you spoke.
"i can teach you."
spending time with taesan was easy. sometimes, you felt like you were going crazy, pulling any excuse from the book to spend time with him. the two of you clicked so well, something that caught you off guard much more than you'd like to admit.
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the semester passed by quicker than you could blink, and suddenly you were swept up in end of the year preparations. before you knew it, you were graduating.
pulling the cap over your hair, you turned to your parents.
"how do i look?" they both smiled happily at you, mirroring your own bright grin.
the ceremony felt like a dream, or like you were watching yourself out of your own body. diploma in hand, you were now outside, taking pictures with your various teammates and friends and teachers. at one point, while you were snapping pictures with your friend, belle, you caught a glimpse of raven black hair in the crowd.
glancing over, you saw taesan taking pictures with a small group of boys, the same ones you'd seen him around school with. there were also a couple of guys also looked about your age but weren't in caps and gowns.
either way, taesan's smile shone brighter and grasped your attention more than anything else. his eyes shrunk into crescents and his teeth were pearly white; if you squinted, a halo would probably appear over his head. you watched with a small smile as his friends pulled at his cap and ruffled his hair affectionately.
eventually, the two of your moms found each other and you were being pushed next to taesan to take a picture together.
"smile, kids!" you couldn't help but smile at their giddiness. looking up at taesan, you saw him chuckling as well. his arm wrapped around your side as your parent's cameras flashed.
"you both look so lovely together!" your face reddened with embarrassment at your mom's words, and you quickly slapped her arm to shut her up. taesan was left watching you walk away from him, eyes trained on the way your hair swung and how the wind ruffled your gown.
++
with school finally out, summer was in full swing. you didn't have any plans in particular, wanting to make the most of the next few months before the next phase of your life.
your mother seemed to have other plans, though. while you could tell she was less than happy with your lack of a boyfriend or even a fling throughout high school, she wasn't even trying to hide it anymore.
"y/n honey, mrs. jung's son is single. he's a sweet boy, you two should go out!"
"mom i said n--"
"and you're free thursday evening, perfect! i just texted his mom back!"
the date went as you expected -- painfully awkward. the two of you simply didn't mesh, conversation always fading off into thick silence. your frustration with your mother certainly didn't help either, you thought as you accidentally slammed the boy's car door when he picked you up.
falling onto your bed, you sighed and yanked your phone out of your purse, calling taesan. he was probably working on some beats right now anyways. the phone rung for a few seconds before you heard his raspy voice on the other side of the line.
"what's up?" he spoke lazily. you could hear the squeak of his chair as he leaned back in it.
"my mom sent me on a blind date." hearing him snicker at the other end of the line, you frowned.
"no way, how'd it go?" you answered with a loud ugh, causing taesan to fully burst out laughing.
"terrible, it was so fucking awkwa-- stop laughing asshole!" you cursed at taesan's chuckles.
"when did your mom decide to be your wingwoman?" you groaned, rolling over in your bed and fiddling with the end of your blanket.
"i don't know, but i hope this is the last one." you sighed in response.
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unfortunately, fate was not on your side; the date with mrs jung's son was only the beginning of your mother's antics. your friday night plans now routinely consisted of an uncomfortable dinner date and ranting to taesan about it after.
ringing his doorbell, you waited for someone to answer while scrolling through your phone. you deleted your date, gyuvin's, number and hoped to god he picked up on your disinterest and didn't text you again.
looking up as the door opened, you were met with taesan's mother. mrs. han pulled you into a warm hug as she asked how your night was.
"ugh, don't ask, mrs han. i don't know how many more of these dates i can do." she smiled fondly at you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you two walked into the house.
"i'm sure you'll find the right guy eventually sweetie, he might be right under your nose." mrs. han elbowed you slightly, her expression playful. you laughed and kicked off your shoes.
"is taesan in his room?" she nodded and teasingly shooed you up the stairs.
taesan heard your slow steps up the stairs, not bothering to look up from his laptop until you were standing in his doorway, arms crossed. you were silently waiting: for acknowledgement and permission to come in. you knew you were always welcome into the boy's room, but taesan silently appreciated the way you respected his space.
"hey." he spoke, smiling and pausing the track playing from his laptop. he had been mixing, as usual. the second his voice left his lips, your shoulders slumped and you threw yourself face down onto his bed, groaning.
"i hate my life." you grumbled, the sound of your voice muffled by taesan's duvet. he chuckled, patting the back of your head playfully.
"there, there." he murmured sarcastically, and you rolled over so you could smack his hand away. taesan looked far more comfortable than you, in his pajama pants and a sweatshirt rather than a tight, uncomfortable blouse and skinny jeans.
the boy listened to you like a puppy as you delved into all the unfortunate details of your night.
"he showed up on a bike?" taesan's face was nearly red as he fought to not laugh. your already grumpy frown only deepened further, and you brought your hands up to massage your temples gently.
taesan's eyes locked on your fingers, mesmerized by your slow movements. moving his gaze down further, he quietly watched your muscles in your hand and forearm tense and contract with your ministrations.
the boy wouldn't tell you this, but he loved the nicer tops you wore, he loved when he could see the way your collarbone sat and trace the delicate curve of your neck with his eyes.
"taesan?" your quiet voice broke him out of his stupor of thought. his eyes refocused on your face, bringing a hand up to scratch the back of his neck. he hoped his hair was covering his reddened ears.
"why don't you just tell your mom you don't wanna go on dates anymore?" he spoke lazily, ignoring the way you narrowed your eyes, still trying to read into his previous glances. you shook your head, turning onto your back to face the ceiling. taesan was still propped against the headboard, his laptop and headphones now set aside.
"she won't listen. i know it's because she cares about me and thinks she's helping me out but i'm really tired of the whole routine." taesan's eyes softened. besides your teammates at school and him, you really weren't the most social person out there, blooming the most in the company of those you cared about the most.
taesan could tell the dates had taken a toll on you; the anxious preparation and stiff conversation wore you out much more than you let on. taesan was glad you trusted him with your thoughts and feelings -- he always wanted to be there for you through anything.
the boy moved forward so he was leaning over you slightly and nudged your shoulder with his knee.
"this is gonna sound really stupid, but you could just tell your parents that we're dating." you wanted to laugh but no words left your mouth, mind frozen trying to process what he was saying.
truthfully, what took you more off guard was the soft look in taesan's eyes as he looked down at you through his fluffy bangs. sitting up, you looked for any hint of playfulness or sarcasm in his face.
"really?" you asked confusedly. you hoped you didn't sound off put by the idea, the last thing you wanted was to hurt the feelings of the boy trying to help you.
"i mean, it would get your mom off your back, right? plus, she'd be pretty happy to know it was me of all people that you're with." with that, you smiled and rolled your eyes while shoving taesan lightly.
"oh because you're the hottest guy to ever walk this earth." you laughed as taesan sulked.
"that's not what i meant! you're such an asshole sometimes." taesan's pouted in the most exaggerated way possible, making you chuckle even harder. he was happy you were smiling again.
"besides your little ego trip, i do think it's a good idea." you spoke quietly, slightly embarrassed at how much you liked the idea of taesan looking out for you.
the two of you didn't really set rules, just that you'd hold hands and act a little more affectionate when the time called for it. to be frank, you and taesan didn't have to do much more than you already did; the two of you hung out pretty often anyways, now opting for calling your get togethers "dates" for show.
your mom was obviously thrilled when you told her about you and taesan. she went on a whole tangent about how she just knew the two of you would finally realize you liked each other.
what surprised you more was taesan's mom's reaction. she was not one bit surprised, even going as far as giving both of you a knowing look as you shyly stood next to each other in the kitchen while she brewed her coffee.
you were puzzled, not only by her meaningful gaze at the two of you but also at the redness flushing onto taesan's neck and cheeks. you told yourself he was just embarrassed that his mom was acting so blunt.
friday came along, and for the first time in a month, you were free. no stupid blind date, no painful conversation that made you want to rip your throat out and use it as a garnish for your pasta.
"we should celebrate." you blurted into the silent air. you and taesan were both laying on your floor, music playing from your laptop on your desk as the two of you sat in each others' company. taesan was writing in his journal, probably working on song lyrics, while you read a book. looking up from his notes, taesan clicked his pen and smiled at you.
"what do you wanna do?" you didn't have to look at taesan to hear the smile in his voice. while the two of you already hung out pretty much every day, it felt like the two of you were attached by the hip ever since your arrangement began.
taesan might've been going crazy, but he was enjoying your company too much.
he realized something was wrong with him when he starting smiling while taking out the trash; all because taking out the trash meant he could glance over at your house and wonder what you were up to.
what is going on with me? he thought to himself as he bumped his forehead on the lid of the trashcan, trying to snap himself out of his you-induced daze.
"wanna go see a movie?" you suggested timidly, waiting for taesan's reaction. you don't why you were so worried, you knew he was always down to do anything, but for some reason you wanted to pick something you know he'd like.
"can we get slushies?" taesan shot back, already getting up from the floor and reaching a hand to help you up.
++
"your parking sucks," the boy in your passenger seat quipped as you nearly took up two parking spots in the cinema's parking lot. looking around, the lot was nearly empty anyways. you turned and flicked his forehead, laughing as he whined dramatically.
"shut up, idiot." you watched taesan make an offended face and grab his chest theatrically.
"idiot? is that how you treat your poor boyfriend." you laughed at his loud gasping. reaching over, you ruffled your hand in his hair.
"i might be nicer if my poor boyfriend was the one driving us." you teased jokingly.
"fuck you, my parents needed the car!"
++
stepping past the ticket counter, the two of you made your way to concessions, looking for snacks for the movie.
âi got it.â taesan mumbled as he took your drink cup from your hands and walked up to the counter. you followed him with a teasing smile on your face, watching him pay for both of your drinks and a shared popcorn.
âiâm swooningâ you joked as he took the receipt from the cashier and handed your cup back to you. he rolled his eyes in response, muttering something along the lines of you being annoying. you knew he didnât mean a word of it, a small smile painted on his face as the two of you walked over to the drink station.
as you filled up your slushie, you suddenly felt taesan behind you. he quickly brought a hand to rest on your waist and bent to lay his head on your shoulder.
confusion overtook you. but more than that, you could feel your chest heating up and breaths shallowing. the skin of taesanâs chin rested on your shoulder and his breath tickled your ear gently; you had to physically restrain yourself from shivering.
after popping a cap on your drink and grabbing a straw, you turned to look at the boy behind you. you were already near whiplash from how close he was to you, his chest nearly touching yours.
âwhat was that about?â you tried to sound as unaffected as possible, hoping he couldnât hear your heartbeat thrumming under your skin.
taesan looked at you for a second and looked over his shoulder again before taking a step back. his hands were shoved in his pockets and he bit his lip nervously.
âi think i saw my momâs friend.â your eyes widened, tilting your chin to peek past his shoulder. if she was actually there, she was gone, probably in one of the theaters.
++
the two of you found your seats and your body finally cooled down. the more you thought about it, taesan's whole act wasn't really necessary. it wasn't like anyone was really suspecting of the two of you lying and the two of you looked enough like a boyfriend and girlfriend when you walked around.
sneaking a glance at your "boyfriend," you had never wished to know what he was thinking more than that moment. were the past 5 minutes replaying in his brain over and over again like they were in yours?
you couldn't even pay attention to the movie that was playing, mind and thoughts wholly dedicated to the boy eating popcorn next to you. the skin on your sides almost burned to feel his hands on them again.
clenching your fist, you fought to push the increasingly inappropriate thoughts about taesan away. you didn't understand why it was affecting you so drastically, you and taesan had been holding hands and hugging with no problem.
the way taesan's tall frame towered over you and had nearly wrapped around you as he rested on your shoulder made you head spin. he'd felt so warm behind you, like a blanket draping over you.
shivering slightly at the thought, you caught taesan's attention again.
"are you cold?" he whispered quietly, already taking off his zip up to give to you. you shook your head frantically, slightly horrified at him noticing your odd behaviour and misinterpreting it.
unfortunately for you, it was already too late and the boy draped the jacket gently over your legs, innocently smiling at you before looking back at the screen. you were absolutely certain there was no way you were surviving the next hour.
you were now fully wearing taesan's jacket as the two of you walked back to your car. you were trying to focus on anything besides the boy's warmth seeping from his hoodie into your skin.
taesan could tell something was off, eyes lingering on your slightly stiffened shoulders. at the same time, he was thinking about how he enjoyed the sight of you in his jacket a little too much for his liking. the sleeves reached past your wrists, almost to your fingers.
++
"did you like the movie?" taesan asked softly, glancing at you curiously.
you both were now sitting in your car, a slow rnb song playing softly from the stereo of your car. taesan's body turned slightly to face you. you, on the other hand, were staring straight ahead, not wanting make eye contact with him in fear of the visceral reaction you might have.
"um, yeah, that one girl was funny." you didn't even know why you were pretending you remembered the damn movie. your mind had been on the boy sitting next to you the whole time.
"you don't need to lie, y/n." your eyes widened at the boy's words. you were done for. taesan leaned forward, tilting his body and head so he could look you in the eyes as you stared intensely at your shoes. he continued.
"i can tell something's on your mind. what're you thinking about?" the boy asked gently, noticing your clenched fists.
"you." you blurted out before you could stop yourself. there was no going back. as the feelings you didn't realize you'd been holding for taesan flooded your mind, you couldn't drown them any longer. hearing a small gasp, you forced yourself to continue
"i know we're just friends, i'm sorry --" you began before taesan's voice sliced through the air, louder and stable than before.
"don't..." your stomach dropped, he definitely hated you know. you almost felt sick, praying he didn't think you were taking advantage of his kindness. he'd offered up this whole arrangement as a friend for your sake and sanity, and you went and fell for him.
"don't apologize for that, ever." taesan finally found the words he was looking for, and you looked up confusedly to see his eyes boring into you. his gaze was heavy, you wanted to shrivel underneath it.
his eyes ran over every part of you he could see, across your eyes and lips and down your neck and along your shoulders. they trailed down your arms that were wrapped in his jacket and brushed over your exposed legs. your tense fists and eyes screwed shut didn't go unnoticed either.
you couldn't bear to keep your eyes open any longer, silently begging him to do or say anything else.
"what does that mean?" you muttered, eyes still shut. taesan's stomach flipped and he couldn't help but smile at the sight of you so nervous, all because of him.
"i've been thinking about you, too." your eyes shot open in surprise, seeing taesan smiling at you warmly. his large hand reached over the console to wrap around your still clenched fist, his fingers working to unravel your hand and intertwine yours with his.
he placed his other hand on your shoulder, turning you to face him completely. you held your breath as his touch creeped up the curve of your shoulder, hand fully cupping the back of your neck. you wordlessly leaned into his touch, tongue coming out to wet your lips for what you knew was coming.
taesan thought you looked beautiful like this; the only thing illuminating the two of you was the glow of the dashboard, the light wrapped around you like a halo. your lips shone in the dim light, glossed over and beckoning to the boy.
your lungs felt they were on fire as you waited for taesan to something, anything.
"taesan..." your shaky voice was no louder than a whisper. the boy finally snapped out of his dazed state, leaning over the console to meet your lips with his.
taesan was as gentle as he could be with you, eyes closed and plush lips pressing against yours softly. the kiss lasted for a moment before he pulled away, opening his eyes slowly. while he was aching to go further with you than just a simple peck, the last thing he wanted to do was overwhelm you, knowing this was your first kiss.
you, on the other hand, had the front of his shirt pinched between your fingers, pulling him back to you within a second. you melted against his lips, eyes fluttering shut as your face grew hotter by the second.
taesan's hand that was holding yours moved to squeeze your thigh. you gasped lightly against his lips and his tongue moved past your lips, exploring your warm mouth.
your head was spinning from the unfamiliar sensations, eyes nearly rolling back as taesan used his hand behind your neck to cup the back of your head and tilt your face. your lips moved together in an unspoken synchrony; taesan could've sworn he saw stars when you bit his lip, groaning into your mouth softly.
the low music from the stereo was now joined by the lewd noises coming from your mouths. the two of you continued making out, your hand now gripping taesan's bicep while his fingers dancing along your shoulders.
you finally pulled away to catch your breath, opening your eyes slowly. a string of spit stretched between your and taesan's lips, lit up by the dashboard lights. taesan felt his stomach tighten as you wiped your mouth on the back of your hand, never breaking eye contact with him.
it wasn't until a group of kids your age walked past your car that the two of you remembered where exactly you were -- a public parking lot.
"we should get out of here." you mumbled as you switched the car's gear into drive. taesan simply nodded, still reeling from what just happened. as you pulled out of the parking lot, he licked his lips, hoping to get another taste of you. or what was left of you, at least,
the ride home was quiet, the only sound being the music from your stereo. the movie theater wasn't too far from your neighborhood anyways; your car pulled into your driveway a mere 5 minutes later.
you moved extra slowly as you switched the car into park and turned off the ignition, hoping taesan would take the opportunity to say something. the boy could read you like a book, practically feeling the anticipation and nervousness radiating from your body.
"what do you want to do now?" unfortunately, taesan did not say anything close to what you were expecting. you coughed, caught by surprise while also stalling so you could think of a response.
"i mean we both like each other, right?" you asked, face reddening within a second. taesan smiled and nodded. you continued.
"are you going to ask me to be your girlfriend?" you inquired teasingly. taesan playfully scoffed.
"why do i have to be the one to ask?" he whined, eliciting a giggle from you.
"i thought you were a gentleman." taesan rolled his eyes at your jab, reaching over to grab your hand and intertwine your fingers with his.
"y/n, will you be my real, not pretend girlfriend?" taesan spoke dramatically, like he was in front of an audience. you laughed even harder, fake swooning as he kissed the back of your hand.
"hmm can i think about it?" you nearly lost it watching the dramatic betrayal on taesan's face. he shoved your shoulder lightly, smiling as he crossed his arms stubbornly.
"i'm kidding, i would love to be your real, not pretend girlfriend." you sealed the deal by leaning forward to press a kiss to the boy's cheek, making a loud smacking sound that made the two of you laugh.
"i can't believe it only took you a week to succumb to me" taesan quipped as the two of you stepped out of the car.
"shut up mr. i've been thinking about you too." you shot back, jabbing the boy with your elbow lightly.
the two of you bantered and held hands in your front yard, the same place where you had fatefully met 12 years ago. and it was taesan's mom who once again beckoned him back, sticking her head out of the front door of the boy's house and calling his name.
"coming!"
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hello!! i hope youâre doing well â¤ď¸ i just read your hotch fic where he sneaks his wife and jack into the hotel room and i was wondering if youâd write something similar where jack is with jess or something and someone from the team catches hotch and reader going into his room except they canât tell itâs reader and think hotch is cheating and they love the reader and canât stand the idea of letting them get cheated on so maybe they confront him or call reader while reader is with hotch to tell her or something funny, whatever you find fitting. thank you if you get to this â¤ď¸
i actually fucking adored this idea thank you <333
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Emily's always taken Hotch for an honorable man. He's chivalrous, opening doors for the ladies on the team and walking them to their cars to be sure that they're safe in parking lots. It's instilled in his very being to be kind to women, so when she sees him trying to cover up a head of blue-dyed hair as he fumbles with the lock on his hotel room, she's perplexed.
That's not you. You don't have blue hair. But Hotch's arm is around her waist, and she's leaning into his side. His hand is more than generous over her skin, even slipping into the hemline of her shorts, and Emily's blood boils.
Aaron's got a grin on his face that she can just barely see without being seen herself, and he sounds all-too-happy to be leading another woman into his hotel room after hours when he chuckles at her advances. She rushes for the bed and Emily has to duck back into her room so as not to be seen when the woman rights herself on the bed, and there's something sickly brewing in her gut as she shuts her door again. She no longer has an appetite to raid the vending machine like she'd planned, so she heads back to her twin bed, hand digging into her pajama pants to retrieve her phone.
Spencer' who's occupying the second bed in the room, looks up inquisitively from his book, "I thought you were going to the vending machine, what happened?"
"Hotch just let some girl into his room. I mean- like, he brought her in, he had his hands all over her and she ran to the bed."
Reid's brows rise towards his scruffy hairline, pink lips downturned, "It wasn't Y/N?"
"She had blue hair," Prentiss shakes her head, "I'm gonna tell her."
"I want to help," Spencer rises from his bed, quickly crossing the room to her own, "I don't want to make her sad, but we can't keep it from her."
Emily nods, but Spencer keeps talking, "I... I can't believe Hotch would do something like that."
"Neither can I." Emily admits, clicking on your text thread. It's heavily decorated with hearts both in the messages and your contact name, and she hopes yours doesn't break when you find out what your husband's been doing behind your back.
Y/N, she types, I don't know how to tell you this, and I wish someone else would, because I don't want to be the one to break your sweet heart. But I just saw Aaron bring some blue-haired girl into his room, and if I'm being honest with you, I think they're having sex. I'm SO sorry honey, I wish I could do something, but I couldn't live with myself if I didn't tell you. Please call me and tell me what's going on with you, I don't want you to be alone all night, and PLEASE don't slip away if you and Aaron don't work things out. For the record I'm rooting for you to dump his sorry ass, but I know you'll need time to work things out. All I ask is that you don't shut us out, honey, please don't let him change the way you feel about us.
P.S Reid is here too and we're both here if you want to talk. We can face-time and we'll be there for you as best we can, baby.
And also you can sleep at my place.
Or Spence's. He says he can sleep on the couch if you want his bed.
I'm so sorry, Y/N, we love you.
Emily can't have pressed send on the last text ten seconds ago before there's a series of urgent knocks on the door. Her guard is up immediately, and she almost considers ignoring it because she's sure it's Hotch coming to tell her off for exposing him. She figures you must have called him, upset, and he's here to ask her to lie for him.
The knocks don't stop, though, and Reid's the one that marches for the door, face set in a glare that's unusually menacing for him. He's deduced the same series of events, but when he swings the door open with as much sass as he can muster, his posture stiffens with shock.
Aaron is on the other side of the door, but you're standing in front of him, hair bright blue, face sheepish.
"Hi Em," You smile at her, then at Reid, "Spence. I was going to join you all for breakfast tomorrow and unveil it, but- um, I think now's a good time to tell you that I dyed my hair blue."
"Oh." Emily hums, mouth hung slightly open, "So it's- it was you."
"it was me," You nod, "But thank you for telling me. I'm glad I can count on you. Both of you," Your eyes flit to Spencer, who's equally astonished as he inspects your new hair dye.
"Oh, that means-" Emily's face wrinkles suddenly, looking at your waist that Aaron's got a hold of as he stands behind you, "Gross, you two were gonna- in the hotel!"
Spencer groans, rushing away from the door and retreating back to his bed where his novel lies.
"It's after hours!" You insist, "It's not like we were doing it in the precinct on government time. We're adults, Emily."
"We're adults too, y'know. With work in the morning. We can't be kept up all hours of the night by your racket! Just go get it over with," She grimaces, "And- hey! Try to get into your room this time before reaching your hand down her pants, perv!"
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It's okay to cry. It's okay to not be okay...
Bau team x bau!reader
Sumary: Sometimes I need to remind myself and others that survival doesnât just mean being okay, it means learning to laugh at what scared us. And if I donât do it, who else will?
Warnings: mentions of attempted suicide, lots of blood, some dark humor at the end, cuts on arms, bathtub full of blood, no use of t/n (if you don't feel good reading this please don't read it, I also tried to approach this topic with too much care and delicacy and respect, I hope not to offend anyone)
Author's note: September is suicide prevention month. "suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem" is something that you always hear people say.. and it's true.
speaking from my personal experience, it's something that was on my mind many months many years ago, and I was able to put those thoughts aside thanks to people who I thought were never going to help me, it was a long and very hard process but now I can tell you that I'm completely fine, once they told me if you have people to write a farewell letter to it's because at least someone cares about you, you may have heard this before but it's true, you will always have someone to support you even if you think you have no one, also once they told me if you ever have these thoughts again or even try again ask for help it doesn't matter who just ask for help, whatever way ask for help, those words marked me almost all of my adolescence tbh and it helped me, I hope that if you are going through this alone, you can talk to me, my messages will always be open for whatever it is help or just talking, feel free to do so, if you read this up to here I really appreciate that you did<333
The BAU team was uneasy. It wasn't often that someone on their team disappeared without a trace, much less you. Emily Prentiss had been the first to notice your absence, as you never missed work without notice. Days ago, you had requested a brief leave for personal matters, but you hadn't returned to the office or answered any calls or messages since. As the days passed, worry turned to fear.
JJ, Spencer, and Emily decided to go to your house, as they could no longer ignore the fact that something wasn't right. The atmosphere in the car was tense. JJ kept his hands tightly on the wheel, while Spencer stared out the window, his mind wandering through thousands of possibilities, each one worse than the last. Emily, in the backseat, checked her phone over and over again, hoping in vain to receive some news from you.
When they arrived at your house, the silence was deathly. The windows were closed, and the door seemed intact, but there was something in the air, something that made them hold their breath. Emily pulled out her gun, and after exchanging a worried look with JJ and Spencer, they decided to go inside.
âanyone home?â JJ shouted as she walked down the hallway to the entrance. There was no response.
Spencerâs heart was pounding as they made their way into the living room. Everything was in order, not a sign of a struggle, but something wasnât right. Every step they took, every corner they inspected, increased the feeling that something terrible had happened.
It was Emily who first noticed the bathroom door ajar. She approached it slowly, holding her breath, as a dark foreboding took hold of her. Pushing open the door, the scene she found was enough to make her stomach turn.
There you were, in the bathtub, submerged in the red-tinged water. Your arms hung at your sides, covered in deep cuts, blood still slowly flowing from the wounds.
âOh my God!â JJ exclaimed from the doorway, her voice cracking.
Spencer walked into the room behind her, and for a second, the world seemed to stop. Sheâd never felt such paralyzing fear, such sharp pain in her chest. The air became thick, almost impossible to breathe.
Emily was the first to react, rushing to you, her hands shaking as she tried to pull your unconscious body out of the water. âCall an ambulance, JJ!â she screamed, trying to stay calm, though her hands were shaking uncontrollably.
Spencer knelt beside you, her eyes flooding with tears. âYou canât do this... you canât leave us like this,â she whispered, her voice thick with desperation.
JJ tried to call 911, but the desperation in his voice made the words catch in his throat. He finally managed to give the address, but the operator informed him that the ambulance would take a while to arrive due to an accident on the main road. Without wasting any more time, JJ made a decision. âWe canât wait, we have to take her ourselves!â
Without thinking twice, the three of them carried you out of the bathroom, wrapping you in towels to stop the bleeding. Spencer held you, his hands still stained with your blood, as they rushed you to the car.
The trip to the hospital was agony. Every second that passed, every breath you took, or stopped taking, was like a stab in the heart of each of them. Emily, driving at full speed, struggled not to lose concentration while JJ, from the backseat, pressed on your wounds, trying to keep you conscious. Spencer kept talking to you, murmuring words of encouragement, pleading with you not to leave, to stay with them.
Finally, they arrived at the hospital, and the doctors immediately took you into surgery. The BAU team, who had been alerted, arrived soon after. Hotch, Rossi, Morgan, and Garcia joined Emily, JJ, and Spencer in the waiting room. The hours passed slowly, each minute a silent torture as they waited for news from you.
Spencer kept staring at his hands, your words echoing in his mind. He couldnât shake the image of you, limp and lifeless in that bathtub. He felt helpless, riddled with guilt for not realizing what was happening to you. He loved you, more than heâd ever dared to admit, and the thought of losing you was too painful to bear.
Finally, the doctor emerged from the operating room, his expression grave. âSheâs stable for now, but the blood loss was significant. We had to suture multiple wounds and are monitoring for possible nerve damage. Itâs a miracle they brought her in on time.â
The relief was palpable, but so was the sadness. They knew that even though you had survived, the battle wasnât over. They would have to face the reasons why you had gotten to that point, figure out what had happened, and most of all, be there for you, to help you heal.
Spencer walked up to the ICU door, looking at you through the glass. His eyes filled with tears, he rested a hand on the glass. âIâm sorry⌠I didnât realize how bad you were,â he whispered, feeling the weight of guilt crushing him.
Emily and JJ accompanied him, each feeling a mix of relief and pain. They knew the road to your recovery would be long and difficult, but they were determined to be by your side every step of the way, no matter what it took.
When you were finally able to open your eyes days later, the first thing you saw were the tired but relieved faces of your teammates. You knew you had plunged into a darkness that seemed insurmountable, but seeing the people who loved you by your side, you knew you wouldnât be alone on the road back to the light.
The dim glow of the hospitalâs fluorescent lights welcomed you back into the conscious world. Your head hurt, and you felt the weight of the blankets on your body, but what caught your attention the most was the soft sound of someone breathing next to you. You slowly turned your head and met the tired, worried eyes of Spencer, who had been watching over you.
âSpencerâŚâ your voice came out as a whisper, rough from lack of use and medication. You were surprised at how weak you felt, as if a large part of you had vanished.
He sat up instantly, his eyes filling with relief at seeing you awake. âYouâre awakeâŚâ he said in a tone that reflected a mix of joy and pain. âIâm sorry, Iâm so sorry... If I had known⌠If I had noticed somethingâŚâ The weight of his guilt hit you hard. Even though every fiber of your being was exhausted, you couldnât let Spencer carry that pain. But before you could answer, the door to the room opened, and Emily and JJ rushed in, closely followed by Hotch and Rossi.
Emily approached you, tears in her eyes, but keeping her composure. âYou scared the hell out of us,â she said softly, gently taking your hand. âYou donât have to go through this alone, understand? Weâre here for you, always.â JJ sat on the other side of the bed, his blue eyes filled with concern. âWhatever youâre going through⌠you can tell us. You donât have to carry this alone.â
The room was filled with a heavy silence, everyone waiting for you to say something, anything to help them understand what had brought you to this point. You knew they were worried, that they wanted to help you, but it wasnât easy to put into words the storm that had been building inside you.
âIâm sorry,â you murmured, your voice breaking, feeling tears build up in your eyes. âI didnât want them to know⌠I didnât want to be a burden.â
Spencer looked at you in pain, his hands shaking slightly as he took yours. âYou would never be a burden to us. Never.â
Hotch, who had been watching silently, stepped forward. His voice was firm, but with a tinge of compassion that he rarely showed. âYou donât have to face this alone. Whatever youâre feeling, whatever led you to this, weâre going to be with you every step of the way.â
Hotchâs words, so simple and full of promise, were what finally broke the dam. The tears youâd been holding back for so long began to flow, and with them came a wave of emotions youâd been suppressing: the despair, the loneliness, the pain that had consumed you in silence.
Emily wrapped her arms around you, holding you with a strength that anchored you in the present. âItâs okay to cry. Itâs okay to not be okay,â she whispered, her voice shaking with her own pent-up emotions.
For the first time in what seemed like forever, you felt like you could breathe, if only barely. The lump in your chest didnât go away entirely, but the presence of your peers, your friends, gave you the strength you needed to start talking, to share what youâd been keeping to yourself.
You told them about the pressure youâd felt, the feeling that you were failing, that you couldnât live up to expectations. You told them how each day had gotten harder to bear, until one day you just couldnât take it anymore. The words came out in fits and starts, mixed with sobs, but they listened to each one with patience and understanding.
There was no judgment, just support. And as you spoke, little by little, you began to feel the weight that had been weighing you down begin to lighten, if only a little.
When you finally finished, the silence that followed wasnât awkward. Spencer was still holding your hand, and his gaze reflected both pain and resolve. âYouâre not alone in this. You wonât be anymore,â he said firmly.
Hotch nodded. âWeâll have to work together to get through this, but we will. Weâll help you find the support you need, and weâll be here for you, too.â
Rossi, who had been watching from the back, came over and gently patted you on the shoulder. âRemember, thatâs what family is for, to be there in the worst times and the best too.â
At that moment, although you knew the road ahead would be long and difficult, you also knew that you wouldnât walk it alone. The team weren't just your colleagues, they were your family, and with them by your side, you began to believe that, perhaps, you could find a way to heal.
And although the darkness still lurked, the light of hope, however small, began to shine again.
ONE YEAR LATER...
1 year into recovery brought with it a new version of you, a version that, while still scarred, both physically and emotionally, was fully committed to moving forward with humor and gratitude. You had rejoined the team fully and found a balance between work, your personal life, and your healing process. Your colleagues had learned to appreciate your new style of humor, even when you surprised them with your comments from time to time.
One afternoon, while you were in the office cafeteria with Emily, JJ, and Garcia, you decided to break the silence with a joke, something you had perfected over those past few months.
âDid you know Iâve developed a new skill?â you said, as you poured yourself a coffee. The three womens looked at you curiously. âNow I can say that Iâm an expert in abstract art. I just need something sharp and a bad day.â
There was a moment of surprise, but then Emily was the first to laugh, shaking her head. âYou know, no one handles dark humor like you.â
JJ nodded, smiling. âTrue, but at least now we know you do it with complete command of the situation. Although I will never stop being amazed by your ability to make jokes out of something so serious.â
âWell, my traumas, my jokes,â you said with a wink, and the group burst into laughter. They had learned to take your humor as a sign of your progress, a way to remind yourself and them that you were in control, that you wouldnât let yourself be overcome by the darkness that once trapped you.
Garcia, who until now had been listening in silence, smiled and gave you a gentle nudge. âYou know, I think you should consider writing a self-help book: âHow to survive work and not go crazy. â It could be a best-seller.â
âSure, with special chapters on how to choose something sharp and how not to use them when you have a bad day,â you joked, and everyone laughed again.
Towards the end of the day, as you were gathering your things to head home, you ran into Rossi in the hallway. He looked at you with his typical knowing expression, but with a spark of amusement in his eyes.
âYou know, kid I love seeing you make those jokes. Itâs a sign that youâre okay, but itâs also a reminder of how far youâve come.â
You smiled at him, nodding. âYeah, Dave, I know. Sometimes, I need to remind myself and others that surviving doesnât just mean being okay, but learning to laugh at what scared us. And if I donât do it, who else will?â
Rossi let out a soft laugh. âYou know, you can always count on me to be your audience. Iâm not as good an audience as Spencer, though.â
âThanks, Dave. Iâll keep that in mind for my next show.â
As you left, you knew you were surrounded by people who understood you, who supported you, and who accepted every part of you, even the darkest ones. But most importantly, you knew you had found a way to move forward: with a smile on your face, a joke on your lips, and a team that, no matter what, would always be by your side.
And as you walked out the door, ready to face whatever came next, you couldnât help but make one last comment to yourself. âWell, if I survived the bathtub, Iâm ready for anything. I just hope thereâs more wine and less blood next time.â
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I DIG YOUR CINEMA (5)
harry styles x yn aspiring filmmaker â social media AU
About the smau: yn starts posting videos on youtube and is trying to build a career as a filmmaker. Things are going pretty well for her and she starts getting more attention when she creates content about shows she goes to. Sheâs also a fan of Harryâs music and some of his fans start getting suspicious when his team starts interacting with her.
Disclaimer: The story itâs set in 2021 and it will follow their relationship through the LOT leg in the US. Since this is nothing but fiction, I will be following some of the real timeline but also adding my own stuff. On top of that, I wonât be basing myself on Harryâs actual posts.
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I DIG YOUR CINEMA (PART 5) â FROM SAN ANTONIO TO DALLAS
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yourinstagram sightseeing tonight đ getting to know these cities only gets better and better guysÂ
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âł harryfan3 stoppp. my heart cant take it âł harryfan11 no bc the idea of them walking together and stopping to take pictures itâs just so đ¤
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âł harryfan not the teddy bear!!!Â
harryfan117 MISS SARAH JONES IS HERE user8 whats with all the emojis guys!! let me innnnn user1 YOUâRE BACK 𼰠bestfriend its not the city its all you baby bc you light up the world like nobody else
âł harryfan that was just⌠Ⳡharryfan5 HEJAHDH NO YOU DIDNR âł yourinstagram âŚ. Ⳡyourinstagram i dont even know how to react Ⳡbestfriend wish i could say im sorry or embarrassed but im actually notÂ
cuteguy Looks amazing!
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cuteguy congrats darling ďź yourinstagramÂ
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harryfan60 see?? she isnât dating Harry
âł harryfan58 I fucking knew it Ⳡharryfan62 hope this pr nonsense stopsÂ
user14 little sus but alright ig randomguy cool bro user44 dude thereâs no way she hasnât cheated on you lol user3 you guys are so fucking disrespectful can you pls leave this man alone???
âł user26 I mean heâs the one who decided to go public so⌠đ¤ˇââď¸ âł user3 his ig being public doesnât automatically mean youâre supposed to be rude tho.Â
user36 Am I the only one who finds this picture adorable?
âł user38 me too!! i was looking for a nice comment about it lol thanks! âł user36 I mean they definitely look like a couple and idk itâs a cute pic :( â¤ď¸ liked by authorÂ
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yourinstagram update time: went out for a run and my lungs got on fire. view was great though. zero complaints. also the show last night was INCREDIBLE.Â
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bestfriend shut up you actually went for a run??Â
âł harrystyles I wouldnât call that going for a ârunâ. Ⳡbestfriend okay that actually makes more sense now âł yourinstagram excuse me?????Â
harryfan OMFG harry interacting with yourbff???Â
âł harryfan5 I KNOW! where are you ďź bestfriend are you still alive??? Ⳡbestfriend no Ⳡbestfriend but im pretending to be cool about it so 𤍠Ⳡharryfan OMFHAJDHPAHDJ ILY
cuteguy đ user7 yessss! two days in a row!!!! thank you!!! user1 looks so prettyyyyyy! hope youâre doing okay <33
âł yourinstagram i am!! thank you love <333Â
yourbrother Wonât believe youâve moved your ass to be healthy until I see it. Â
âł yourinstagram the fact that you dont believe me wont change the fact that it happened :D
harryfan15 harry is such a stalker. interacting with her posts when he doesnât even follow her lol harryfan25 Anne started following her!!! user10 Not to rush you, but are we getting more videos anytime soon? I was so used to getting one every week⌠:( user25 So⌠Sheâs officially dating that cuteguy, isnât she?Â
âł user17 What? Who said that? Ⳡuser25 TMZ updated that article of her and Harry having dinner with this picture of them âł user17 Oh⌠Where can I see this picture? âł user25 Sheâs tagged on it. ďź cuteguy posted it Ⳡuser13 i wouldnât believe (or read) TMZ guys âł harryfan68 funny how you wonât believe TMZ when itâs about this guy but youâll believe them when itâs about harry âł user13 lmao Iâm not in that fandom so I couldnât care less about her dating harry or not.Â
harryfan13 SO WE ARE ALL GOING TO IGNORE THE FACT THAT HARRY AND YN WENT OUT FOR A RUN TOGETHER?????
âł harryfan60 Yes bc no one actually believes they did. Next. âł harryfan68 hahaha you ate this oneÂ
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harryupdates A fan met Harry in San Antonio today!Â
According to the fan, Harry said he was on a tight schedule so couldnât stay for a chat, but agreed to take a quick picture and thanked her for going to the show.Â
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fanwhometharry âThank you so much I hope you enjoyed itâ, those were his words exactly :â)
âł harryfan27 OMG IT WAS YOU?? YOUâRE SO LUCKY âł fanwhometharry I know!! Thank you!!! âł harryfan24 was he alone?? Ⳡfanwhometharry No, he was walking with his personal trainer and Yn âł harryfan52 his personal trainer also has a name btw and itâs Brad Ⳡfanwhometharry Sorry, I donât keep up with his personal trainer 𤡠I only know Yn bc I watch her youtube videos âł harryfan9 donât apologize theyâre always finding something to complain about lol happy for you!!
harryfan72 How convenient⌠He always agrees to take pictures when Yn is around đÂ
âł harryfan68 right??? almost as if he WANTS people to spread the wordâŚÂ
harryfan13 I KNEW I WAS RIGHT AND THEY WERE TOGETHER
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yourinstagram DALLAS! you are sooooo so pretty <3 we arrived yesterday and im already in love. it was a sunny afternoon so i went out for a walk, and as i was on my way to buy some flowers to myself (bc i wanted some so i got some) i had one of those surreal moments thinking about how lucky i am to be where i am right now. im always waiting for this feeling to eventually go away so i can come back to my âold lifeâ and my âold selfâ, but now im kinda considering that as time goes by and i get to know more and more places, it will actually only grow bigger and bigger, right? :â)Â
(in that case, feel free to unfollow me now bc the annoyance will only grow bigger and bigger as well â consider yourself warned.)
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sisterinlaw The summer vibes are gorgeous! harryfan42 WAS HARRY WITH YOU???? user1 another post??? feels like going back to the old times im so happy!!! harryfan64 this girl wonât even post her face and she got like 4k new followers in one dayÂ
âł harrystyles82 Itâs the Harry Styles effect Ⳡharryfan64 glad im not the only one who sees it đ¤Ą
harryfan YN? DID YOU ACTUALLY JUST SAY I WANTED SOME SO I GOT SOME???Â
âł harryfan5 i saw that too i was like⌠okay đ âł harryfan9 hahaha I hope she actually did get some tbh Ⳡharryfan13 ME TOO!! âł bestfriend yes. she 100% did âł harryfan9 đ˛ âł harryfan lmaoshuahsjbjh Ⳡharryfan17 wait ďź bestfriend she 100% say âi wanted some so i got someâ or she 100% got some? Ⳡharryfan23 oh god i cant believe this is a real conversation you guys are having HAHAHA
user17 please keep feeding us with your random cute posts!! <3 i love them!! bestfriend fgs ďź yourinstagram have some manners bestfriend i thought you didnt like exposing yourself like this bestfriend also⌠your mom is on instagram soâŚÂ bestfriend PLEASEÂ
âł yourinstagram omfg shut upppp ahusdhjahj âł yourinstagram stop encouraging the nonsense behavior??? âł yourinstagram you KNOW i meant the flowers âł yourinstagram i wanted some FLOWERS so i got some FLOWERS âł bestfriend yeah i know đ âł bestfriend sorry its just too funny sometimes đ
loveynrry did anyone else notice yn hasnât liked THAT picture yet? đ
âł user4 which one? âł loveynrry the one @/cuteguy posted âł user4 ohhhhhh đ âł user4 also did you notice yourbff doesnât follow him âł user9 shit ďź user4 i hadnât noticed that Ⳡloveynrry i did, yeah⌠thats why im sus about him âł user4 I mean, I trust yourbff judgement sooooooâŚâŚÂ
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đ Ë â ęł * ࣠đ Ë â ęł âOpposites Attract?!ââ Gojo Satoru
Synopsis: the famous rich boy of the campus and the Deanâs daughter? Scandalousâespecially when theyâre both jealous as hell.
â A/n: Roughly based on something from my real life lmaoâ except that we didnât get together because hehe. Also, this is the first part of a kinkmas fic that I have planned, itâs been broken since the fic was getting too long <3 (both can be read stand-alone!) Tagging @romiyaro @draecys @maeby-cursed because yes; nsfw version <3
â Word count: 5.7k
â warnings: Fem! Reader x Satoru Gojo; slightly suggestive Suguru and Mei Mei (they deserve to be warnings here); undertones if jealousy; a kiss (or three) at the end, I knowâscandalous right; Reader wears spects in one scene; this has a LOT of bickering. Just banter for that matter, reader says smn about sex work BUT I assure you itâs not supposed to be in a negative light <333
4.5 g.p.aâa perfect reputation that you held, a decent social lifeâan amazing father to back you up, you werenât ever part of the fraction of people who got in through with scholarships, why would you when your father stood as the dean? âbut youâd worked for it.
3.7 g.p.aâit couldâve been far better, easily, if he only put himself inâfar too loud a social life with a following of 4k+ on his Instagram while he only followed back his best friend and pretty little things (for a day or so)âpart of the fraction who got paid in, who never struggled for it.
Sure, you hadnât really struggled eitherâbut hypocrisy was only allowed to one and you chose to take your chance.
You didnâtâŚdespise him, the man that Gojo Satoru stood out to be, but lords, you hated the concept around it.
The loud cackle at the back of each lectureâthe proxies and his fan girls, you hated it all.
More so, you hated just how enamored your dad wasâafter all, it was Gojo Satoru that had won the trophies and the plaquesâSatoru Gojo that was a Power Player.
But the credit wasnât to be forgotten for you tooâdabbling in all that was academic, if the second half of your dadâs office as the dean were filled with Satoruâs achievements, the first half was yours.
Two sides of the same coin.
Your eyes never left your dad for a second, âyou canât possibly expect that out of Me dad,â the whine wasnât subtle, nor the snicker that gojo let out at your words and outletâearning a hard glare.
And to all the pampering and spoiling your father had to offer, it all failed when it came down to the pride and prestige of the university.
âItâs non-negotiable y/n,â the sleek brown in his room shone that afternoon, polishedâevery groove, every rounded cornerâalmost a story to behold.
âYeah! Tell her Mr.Dean,â another snicker- another glare, your father sighed in his dismay.
âYou,â your father glared at him, âneed to find a way to shove it in your schedule as wellâyouâre both the elected representatives.â
To end with all whines and groans.
âI have no idea how but I need you two to find a presence of mind and perform your best in curating an experience at the fest. Dismissed.â
A sharp inhale, yours and the roll of Satoruâs eyes, your dad was aware how interesting an evening and a fest in general he would be witnessing.
Youâd known Gojo Satoru for 3 years now, spending the last together at the University, standing as the President of Student Councilâall against Gojoâs constant ânepotismâ comments while he stood as the Captain of the Football Teamâagainst your criticism as well.
A certain peak in the way you two governed your particular fields independently but, together?
Well.
Donât get me wrong, it wasnât always that you both disliked each other but, you couldnât exactly deny the certain distaste the day youâd set eyes on himâŚ
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~First Year~
âDad, please, make sure that no one knows that you and I are, at all related,â a chuckle your father let out, âof course darling, but donât get prissy when I donât let you out with attendance matters and all,â
Another chuckle shared, nothing too serious.
âIâve heard Gojo Satoru will be joining this year too?â
An innocent question, curious is all you wereâanyone would be, one of the best the country had seen in years.
Your father nodded slowly, âjust so happens to be true, stay in check though, donât want messing with people like that,â
It was evident, the wary tone that your father had acquired over the years, dealing with all that was the ego of such students, who stood tall with the heap of money that belonged to their daddies.
A slow nod you passed tooâyour father smiled, you were a smart girl after all.
But fate was decided and what had to happen would happen for sure.
Because you swore to maintain the secret, you werenât to be even found to have the slightest relation of blood with the Dean â but then whatever could you do when you step out blindly, bumping right into the guy you wanted not to.
A hiss and a curseââthe fuck? Watch where youâre going,â he mumbled-eyes boring into yours, and then simultaneously, at the car.
Anger that flashed down rightââwatch your damn language,â unironically, you mutteredâsomething heâd never let you live down.
âWoah there princess, what are you on? Some patrol duty round here-?â The smirk was infuriating, his disheveled hair all the moreâespecially when he continued messing it up all the more.
A scoff, yoursââMind your own business,â a shove passed and an attempt to move awayââY/n L/n?â He held your campus manual.
The certain way your name rolled off his tongue, it caught your attentionââya dropped this,â
A smirk adored his face as he handed back to you the campus manual, of course it wasnât anything you required but to solace your father, there you held it.
A cramped âWhatever,â you let out, snatching the booklet from his hands quickâwanting nothing more to do with the stranger that youâd bumped into.
Just as you walked away though, âL/n huh?â The words, his, that you knew would cause you issues.
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âHeâs Satoru Gojo?â Your surprise lay hidden under the music that boomed all too loudâwatching closely the white haired boy youâd bumped into a couple days ago.
âYeah? You didnât know?â The grin on your now best friend, and then just-roommates-friend offered little help.
Of course you hadnât, and now you wish you didnât still.
It was true youâd spotted him all so much over the past few days, and the people that followed him and the rumors stillâunaware to why and how.
But now, with all the pieces in your hand you wanted to hide awayâespecially when those blue eyes stared right backâwith a grin he trampled over.
âOi! L/n right? We met at the first day?â
You cringed at how loud he spokeâso very sure that absolutely everyone could hear him, all over the booming music.
A subtle nod you passed, trying to get away from the spotlight heâd casually thrown round you.
âYour dadâs the Dean right?â
Silence- literally, just as he said that, the music system paused tooâyou wanted to curse your luck.
Widened eyesâstar-struck stares from all those adored Gojo, amused ones at you from everyone who bothered to think.
Youâd have considered lyingâunless Satoru Gojo hadnât chosen to be a dick about it, âYou guys have the same last names so I thought- and then, the other when we bumped into each other- remember?â He chuckled as a couple of girls let out audible gasps, envious that you had already touched him so.
Before opportunity even lay still, he continued, âso I thought, because frankly either youâre his daughter orâŚyou know, mistressâbut that I doubt,â you wanted to punch away the grin he held, the snicker and the secrets he dropped out like flies.
So while you stood there, waiting for the ostracismâGojo only giggled, âDonât worry though, youâre fine, got more of your momâs genes right?â
Fuming, you stood thereâred that masked your visionââexcuse you?â A brow remained cocked, Gojoâs facial expression never once changedâit was about to.
âYouâre one to talk about dads huh? Your daddy donated in just about how much into your esteemed football team huh? To get you selected?â
Satoru wasnât new to comments such, in fact thatâs what heâd built his career over but just the way you said itâjust the way your angry face stared back at himâhe found you annoying, adorably so.
That night, Satoruâs fan following increased by a decent thousand or so, people became aware of you and maybe, you realized, being the Deanâs daughter wouldnât be that bad a fact.
But all the more, Gojo and you formed a sudden bond still, dislike and nothing less masking the two of you whenever the other was mentioned.
A farce? Maybeâbut you were easily, in too deep to stop now.
Often nights you spent, thinking how the two of you could be friendsâbut huge egos that clashed in, something told you it wouldnât happen all so easily.
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The following week and there on were interestingâyou joked all week that youâd blocked Gojo, you never did.
Gojo swore heâd have you black-listed for being so audaciousâhe never did.
When the huge messaging groupâmeant to be dead in a dayâwas formed, you both ended up saving each otherâs number discreetly, never to approach it again, at least for a while.
And that was just how it went on âhe annoys me so much,â and âshe annoys me so much,â but little by little, small steps in the darkâyou both were each otherâs biggest cheerleaders still- applauding each other louder than anybody else.
Hands clutching onto your notepad you continued jotting down the pointsâfingers working fast so as not to let a single bright thought escape you.
The event was hugeâthe Universityâs 150th Anniversaryâperfect, grand, extravagantâto be organized partially, by you.
There was time, plentyâabsolutely 1 months before the panic would settle in, 2 before it would be over.
But seconds were quickâhasty in the way they changed into minutes, hours to come and days passed by, never realized.
A finger raised to push your spects up the bridge of your noseâyou sighed, eyes landing on the form in front of youâmouth ajar and his sunglasses fixated in his hair, another piece of candy tossed up high before he caught it in his mouth.
A frustrated sigh you let outââcan you please sit straight and help?â
His eyes bore into yours- cerulean, they were pretty, almost prettier than the whole of him, you hated it.
âIsnât it your job?â A grin he passed, a clench of your jaw was all you couldââweâre in this together, donât give me that bullshit,â
Another grin, âtalk to me when you need booze,â
âYou donât even drink,â the words fell out your mouth all so quick, hesitant you looked at himââhow do you know?â It was an amused smirk that he held, it annoyed you how the man in front seemingly only talked in three supposed emotions.
A small break, âwell, I uh- noticed through the parties,â it was true, you did notice through the partiesâit was hard not to, since you didnât drinkâyou couldnât be all so sure about the rest.
âYou notice me at parties? You notice me at all?â Urges inside you that had to be controlled, such a perfectly punchable face Satoru Gojo heldââhelp me work on this damn idea,â you mumbled, ignoring all of what he wanted to discuss.
A roll of his eye and yoursâânot gonna do it so easily,â
A huff you let out.
Frustration at peak.
âActually,â your voice was quieter than you expected it to be, âwouldnât it be better if you were there to advise us? Me? Youâve been organizing parties for so long and,â your face turned towards himâsmile never faltering at his disgusted expressionâhe knew what you were doing, he wasnât new to sugar coating after all, âI would love learning from the best.â
Jaw clenched, hands sauntered over to the back of your chairâmost would consider it an action of endearment, you knew better.
âI would beg to differ Ms. Daddyâs princess,â Your blood boiled at his ignoranceâsure, he was Satoru Gojoâbut nothing gave him the right to act superior when he stood at his fatherâs money itself.
Hell, all he was meant to be was just a batchmate, captain of a stupid team that barely matteredâyou?
Sure, a well suited empire would never land on your back, nor a fortune as his until youâd worked half your life into itâ but you were better, you knew it. Denial onto his privilege to negate the Authorities couldâve never been acceptable by you.
your eyes remained stuck onto the ground âdefiantââwell, i suppose it would only be for the best,â stubborn you sat and so did heâstuck in between the thickening tension.
âThe best,â his voice exasperated, âwould be for someone like you to sit back down and do as youâre told.â
Mouth hanging just in the slightest, you dared not to meet his faceâfocusing on the little stains and creases youâd administered on your sneakersâeyes sneaking onto his pair, perfect, as expected.
âThatâs a little rich, coming from youââ
ââand this is the best theyâve found? You? To help me huh?â
Bigoted. Nose flared, curses at the tip of your tongue and you could do nothing as he further scoffed, âgetting a privileged bitch to do my job, now they know my worth huh?â
âExcuse you?â Shaky, you satâwords spilling out before you could stop itââyour worth? Absolutely as nothing, but a spoiled man-baby who cannot deal with things maturely?â
Confusion marked his faceâof course he would be, all so blind to the simple generosity that gets offered to himâall so he can kick a ball.
âThe event is in 2 months sir,â address regained to the topic, you spoke flatly, âI would well appreciate that you helped us in the organization of said festâif not, well, it would be a sheer pity that the entire football team would have to suffer,â
And there lay your ultimatum, naked and threateningâand he knew it was all but empty.
âL/n,â Gojo coughedânot quite sure, uneasy evidently, with the tension that hung lose in the atmosphereââYou maybe influential in your own ways on the campus but-â
â-but Iâm just a student here, as you are,â you looked directly at Gojo now, âAnd to adhere to rules is the basic of most authoritative environments. So I suppose, youâll be all the more pliant in helping us plan the fest and encouraging our juniors to help us out.â
Defiantâsquinted eyes of Gojo simply stared blanklyââAlright,â he muttered.
âIf help is what you want, thatâs what youâll get.â
And the deal was settledâto your compromise and his.
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A week had passed sinceâthe discomfort only grew.
âWhat the fuck? Youâre speeding rumours now?â Rough were the words that greeted you first the moment the two of you entered the study you currently sat inâa half shrug you passed him, âI would need help and rather than begging you for it, why not just keep you as my assistant?â
âExcuse you?â His tone, bewildered as he shut the door behind the two of youââYour assistant?â He barked out a laughââThey really are making sheer idiots now huh?â
âSays daddyâs little prince who couldnât use his academics to get in like everyone else,â
A scoff he passedââHow very original, at least my daddy has the power and how is yours, at all better?â he let his words trail off, a smirk on his lips as he pulled a chair to lounge in, and well, all cases be true, his dad probably had more money than you could imagine.
The certain charm of Gojos, after all.
âDonât gotta flex your daddyâs sex work like that buddy,â you muttered, pulling a chair across himâpeculiar you found it that he didnât do so much as throw a fit in objection to the forced responsibility.
âJust giving inspiration baby,â he drew outâhe winked, phone pulled out fast as he typed, you sat by forgotten.
A roll of your eyesââHelp me at least,â
Silence- you sighed.
âYouâre supposed to help,â again, the very same cold air met youââGojo,â
âNope.â
A sharp intake of breath and you stared at him, had it not been for the pretty face he had youâd have punched him long agoâa second too long you stared however, âTake a picture, itâll last longer,â
Another eye rollââJust fucking help me,â
âAinât gotta princess,â he finally looked up, âIâm here to advise you right?â
An inhale, exhaleâbiting down on your teeth you nodded, âOf course,â you mutteredâwhich was what had led you to the current situation, tired, exasperated and annoyed.
An hour and a half, slowâvery, spent staring a few times at the blank paper and then the ceiling, often Satoru Gojo and then his phone; a couple ideas popped by here and there, all uselessâyou knew that.
âYou know,â you spoke carefully, âAs someone whoâs helping you bunk without losing attendance, you should really really be thankful,â
âA bouquet will be present in your dorm tonight doll,â not a single glance spared stillâit was frustrating simply to sit such.
A sharp exhale you let out, head hung backâthis was a stupid idea.
âYou know what?â Chair pushed back, you stood upââIâll manage,â fingers clutched hard onto your notepadâit hurt when he didnât do so much as even shrug as you moved towards the door.
Silence, as you turned the handle of the door to leaveânot even a look from him.
You despised him.
#6942619412: Yo [11:54 p.m.]
Your eyes narrowed at the sudden text that popped upâignorance enveloped you still, eyes focused onto the book of applied physics in front of youâregret boring into you as you tried your best to drill the concepts into you, preparing yourself for the soon-to-end semester exams.
#6942619412: busy? [11:56 p.m.]
You ignored still, creeped a little at the protrusionânot enough to let your book downâ
#6942619412: idc [11:58 p.mp]
#6942619412: show me your plans [11:58 p.m.]
Face scrunched in annoyance, you stared at your screenâthe periodic chimes of notification and the switch from the dull background to immediate light upâSatoru Gojo was somehow a master at infuriating you.
However, as stubborn as lay, you were no betterââignorance is blissâ they said, and you were all too prepared to test it out.
#6942619412: bro wtf. Reply. [12:03 a.m.]
You noted mentally, the time gap between his textsâa sly smile adorning your face. Something in you screamed to not do itâto not go against Satoru Gojo suchâthe certain something fell to deaf ears as a shit-eating grin you beheld, typing your words in.
You: itâs pathetic of you to message like this [12:03 a.m.]
You: desperate? [12:03 a.m.]
A minute went by, then anotherâyou sighed.
It was perhaps, a bad ideaâ chime!!
#6942619412: itâs needy of you to message back [12:04 a.m.]
#6942619412: you desperate? [12:04 a.m.]
A smirkâyours, a smirkâhis.
You: you realize the first text of your day is to me? [12:04 a.m.]
#6942619412: you realize youâre taking note of how my day goes? [12:05 a.m.]
You: because you decided to bother me in mineâget to whatever you were saying [12:05 a.m.]
#6942619412: there there princessâI demand respect and send me your ideas- or better still Iâll come over to your dorm [12:06 a.m.]
Your eyes remained fixed at the screen; âcome at your dormâ? Was he stupid?
You: thereâs no need to come here gojo. Iâll send you everything right now.
You waited, patiently, however, ever so cruelâtime was always slow, especially when waiting onto someone. 5 minutes grudged slow- you were afraid that he would actually show up. Would he?
No, of course notâ even for him this was absurd, given the security and the time at nightâhe was probably asleepâ
Knock.
A twist of your window paneâs handle- a thud of your heart and widened set of eyes.
Another knock and you were at your feet, stupidly, opening the windowâwidening it to welcome Satoru Gojo is your roomâscandalous.
A smirk he held, form towering yours by a decent couple inches, âNeat room,â he whistled as he stood awkward, unsure onto whether to place himself until he found your studyâmaking himself comfortable on the spot you just sat.
âApplied physics?â Curiosity laced his voice and a shrug you responded with â âSo what?â You muttered, reaching in to close the bookâhe certainly took note of the tiredness your voice held.
âSo youâre an idiotâitâs a tough field.â
Another shrug���âGets me going and nothing couldâve sucked more than chemistry so,â
A snort he lay bareâonly then did you realize how quiet it was, soft breaths, the new morning dancing about the timelinesâyour gaze on his, and his on yours. How so eccentricânot.
âYou couldnât deal with chemistry? Gotta be dumb or some shit,â
You scoffedâknowing where he was leading it, âdo we really need me to redo the whole âgot in because of your dadâ shit here?â
He grinned wideâand just then you noticed the perfect set of teethâthe ones youâd hoped to punch and break some day, âI think Iâd wanna skip it tonight baby,â
âDonât call me that,â
âPrissy, eh?â
A scrunch of your face, a wink his.
âWhy, and dare I ask, how, did you get here?â Brows raised, expression amused as he paced about your roomâtaking it in, familiarizing himself.
âDonât worry onto that doll, just show me your ideas,â
Your eye twitched, it was simply alien to youâthe feeling of being treated normal by him. By Satoru Gojo- reality set in straight Every Time you realized that something in you, even if small, craved his attention, his validation.
Maybe that was why you were hurtâwhen heâd ignored you initially, when heâd shove you in the hall without a thought sparedâwhen his gaze was all so disrespectful Everytime you approached Him.
Maybe it was just the social construct of it all.
Maybe it was something else.
So surprise was bound to grip you hardâ he wanted your ideas?
âWell?â Fidgety, you noted his actions to beânervous? You wouldnât be sure.
âWhy?â
A shrug, half hearted, âI heard stuff on you,â and now your interest sat piqued, âThey say youâre as good as me when it comes down to getting shit done,â a winkâyou gagged internally at his words- his charm?
Not quite so.
âYouâve been snooping around since the past week? Got you that hooked?â A smirk you channeled, unsure still- suspicious more so.
âDonât flatter yourself,â he mutteredâhis eyes were quicker, quicker that yours, cerulean, I suppose something to do with the color of themâall too pretty to have one care about anything besides themselves.
âIâve heard of your accomplishments beforehand, you know itâyou just werenât so important and most of the time I was trying to stay off your radar,â his face panned towards the shelf you kept full of booksââbut you did interest me,â
A scoff letâs your lips, âAnything with a vagina and boobs will interest you,â
âHey now-â and for a second he seemed offended, not that you cared, âdonât forget about the assâand please, I sincerely accept dicks too.â And just at that you chuckled slightlyâa small win he deemed it, âman-whore,â you muttered past him- closing your books and grabbing onto the notepad from before.
âHere,â you handed it overâ a sudden feeling of embarrassment washing overâafter all, as much of a jerk he was, Satoru Gojo sincerely was experienced and amazing at what he did.
Lips pursed, you stared as he read through the stuff- âI know itâs all too-â a hand raised to quieten you, he continued readingâquick at that too.
It took him a minute or so, to go through each of the 4 pages youâd jotted downââNot bad,â you nodded, ânot the best,â you bit your tongue.
âI uh- i know itâs a little extravagant?â
âYeah,â he chuckled, âor more so, itâs not very realistic? You have steps planned out and âŚyou know, itâs supposed to be done by humans not machines,â
Your eyes raised in understanding, you werenât too sure, but just enough.
âPut yourself into itâyouâre cool you know that?,â eyes squinted, you watched him carefully- not a word let out.
âJust a littleâŚuptight, learn to let go,â
âhow do IâŚ?â
He grinned, âhave fun figuring that outâthe ideas were cool, gotta go now doll,â you blinked once, twice, and without a word he was goneâyou let him. However could you even ever stop him?
And you knew well, the rumbling in your room was sure to get your father awake.
A click on the lockâyou closed the window behind himâswift was the way he came about, annoying, the way he left. And yet you still stood alone in the room, pacing about with a dorkish smile.
And only five minutes after heâd left, after the daze was goneâyou noticed the bouquet of jasmines on your bedsideâhuh.
Certainly understood the charm nowâespecially when your eyes focused onto your phone right before closing.
#6942619412: youâre actually cute when youâre not frowning yk? [1:05 a.m.]
You went to sleep.
~Three weeks before the Fest~
âIâd say itâs coming along amazing,â another fruit roll up popped into his mouthâthe fifth packet in last three hours, you were only surprised how he wasnât sick of them yet.
A nod you passedââbut theyâre slow-â
â-because theyâre people, they are bound to be slow,â
Another nod.
There was something that Satoru Gojo did help you with, and there was something youâd helped him with as wellâhis eyes panned onto the elaborate list of numbers heâd gathered, oh how youâd spun the man, Satoru ânever gonna help nobodyâ Gojo into your actual assistant.
âTell me though, when will you order the booze?â
âItâs an official thing- how can you expect booze to be there?â A ridiculed laugh met youââever heard of sneaking shit in princess?â
Of course you had, given that Satoru Gojo snuck himself into your room almost every night, uninvitedâso far as to snickering when you squeaked out lies to your father about talking to your friends.
âShut up, there will be no beverage,â he chuckled at your formal tone, beverage, âyou and I, or anyone can get expelled for thatâit happened last year,â
âYouâre your daddyâs only princess though,â
âAnd youâre not,â a deadpan from you shut him up quickââdadâs gonna be mad if he finds it, I wonât be expelled but you might, especially given your record and everythingâand yes that means your captaincy and everything too,â
A month ago, the nervousness on his face wouldâve made you chuckleâgiddy maybe but now it only troubled you for himâhours spent on the floor of your bedroom had opened up conversations after all.
âBut youâll save me right?â
He stared at you; you stared back, you noted the closeness.
There was no reply to be offeredâbut it did ruin the small moment to hear the causal, âSatoru~â from the lips of her, Mei Mei, long time family friend of his and an equatable annoyance to Satoru Gojo.
Both of your faces whipped to meet hers, yours scorned while his broke into a grinââOi!â He chuckledâarms spreading out to greet her, hug her.
âY/n,â she greeted you too, a smile you passed backâpart of your council members after allââhowâs the planning going?â
âFantastic,â tight lipped you mutteredââfabulous,â she grinned, âmind if I steal Toruâ for a second?â
You mentally gagged at herââsteal Toru for a secondââexcept those seconds never really were seconds, rather hours and to your utter annoyance, Gojo never add moves to counter it.
âOf course!â And just like that, gone, daily.
A sigh you let out, staring at the preparationsââwhyâd you let them walk over you all the time?â A deep voice met you, âSuguru?â
A short smile, a short breath of cigarettes met youâin the best way, âGood day to you too,â he grinned, patting the seat beside him, eyes stuck on his best friend and his rendezvous partner.
âYou as , and what exactly do you suppose I do? Stop them?â
âHeâs your assistant, ainât he?â
âYes but-â
âAm I seeing you finally turn into a push-over, like all the other girls when it comes to him?â All in good humor he spoke, but mostly because it was true.
You were bending your walls for a certain someoneâit didnât feel right.
âYou think I shouldnât?â
âI think you should only if this lasts after the rest as well,â
âWill it?â
A pause, a shrug, âI donât know, ask him.â
You stared at himââwhy are you two the legitimate same at advices? And equally bad?â A laugh met youââgo on, ask himâbecause as of now, Mei Mei seems to have done what she wanted,â
âHuh?â
A look at him and then at them, your heart sankâhe was kissing her, your heart sank more, why were you so bothered by it?
A nervous chuckle you passed to Suguru, an empathetic one he did, âitâs fine,â
âYeah.â
âââ
It wasnât fine, hell it was far from fineâespecially when you saw them together there on, all the time.
3 weeks, dates here and thereâshe was around you all the time, and him, it was infuriating in all aspects of the word.
âWhoâre you going with?â Almost everyday he questioned, and you never had an answer because somehow, just something in you had made you reject every proposalâsomething in you supposed that you two would go together.
You were the organizersâbut then, it was no rule.
And even if it was, Satoru Gojo wasnât big on rules.
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âReady?â Suguru grinned, last minute date that youâd foundâall so grateful that you stood.
A small nod with a smile you passedââhow do I look?â
âGorgeous,â another smile, widerâeyes however, they remained stuck onto Gojo.
âItâs not about him tonight doll,â
âItâs never about him,â you mumbledâmelancholyâironic onto how the entire fest that youâd built was based off of youth and what not.
But it was about him, everything was about him- especially in the way your dress, bought just for the occasion was the same cerulean, your hair was braided just how he once mentioned liking, you were wearing the perfume he bought you for you.
Everything.
And you despised all of this everything while having nothing.
âYo! Y/n,â you paused, Suguru did tooâhis smirk widening, as did Mei Meiâs, Satoru walked- sauntered over.
âDonât you look hot?â The grin was wide, your nose scrunched in disgust, âyouâre reeking of alcohol,â
He wasâof course he was, right after youâd advised him not to.
âChill, nobodyâs gonna know-â
â-we have to meet my dad in 15 minutes.â
ââŚoh.â
âWell anyways, I see you came with Suguru? Youâve been getting close?â
Your eye twitchedâso he did see itââyeah heâs cool, and helpful, unlike you,â
A giggle, âI have a life outside of you, remember?â Your blood boiledââof course you do, enjoy it.â
A sharp turn you made, lips bitten, unsure, uncertainââHonestly though, if I werenât with Mei tonight Iâd actually fuck ya â
Your jaw clenched at the audacityâthe other two, Suguru and Mei Mei long disappeared as you flared daggers into Satoruâs soul.
âCan you take one thing seriously? You- you bloody idiot I canât even-â you whipped around to face him againâeyes boring into his.
Satoru, even in his drunken state knew it would last long, the lecture, a hand pulled you in very quick, a corner, secluded.
âStop fucking shouting,â slurred his words, they lay bare.
âWhat do you want me to do then? You- you- I- ugh.â You paused, hard breaths let outââyouâre so fucking annoying.â
âAnnoying? Youâre the one screaming woman,â the small smirk that he adored annoyed you all the more so.
âExcuse you? Iâm annoying?â And at that moment, you let go, âIâm annoying after you spent three weeks fucking with Mei Mei? Iâm annoying after youâre the one acting irresponsible? Iâm annoying after you ended up treating me like all your others girls? Iâm annoying after- after you just chose to walk all over me- Iâm annoy- mmph!â
Words lay interrupted quick, a rough hand reeled you in while the other held your head, the kiss was soft, passionate of one would call it, sloppy in the way his lips attached to yours, hungry.
And amusingly, unlike all things Gojo, this did not feel wrong.
But it wouldnât help your emotions being all over the placeââwhat the fuck?â You asked, the moment he pulled awayââwas it that bad?â An amused chuckle rolled off his lips.
âNo? You canât do this- we canât just kiss- I-â
â-okay, then take it back,â and just like that, he pulled you in again, lips attaching once more, hands exploring each other easy, slow gasps of breath as you pushed him away this time.
âN-no you- I donât- what? You take it back,â and almost as if his alcohol was on your mind too, you pulled him in this timeâa small peck, harsh, Satoru loved it all the same.
Frustrated you pulled away, grinning his hand held your wristââdonât go,â he mumbled, your face contorted into the expression which screamed your annoyance.
âDonât go? Fuck you Gojo. Fuck you and your damn ego and the audacity you have,â your breaths were shallow, the two stood so close.
âDonât kiss me when youâre with someone elseâyou might be a whore but-â
âIt was for you,â another mumble, quieter, âto get you jealous and I think it worked?â
A pause.
âAnd The alcohol?â You whisperedâhe loved it though, the way you prioritised the reputation above himâsomehow you humanised him, âonly Iâve drunk it, no one elseâtoâŚget your attention,â
âBut you never drinkâŚâ
âAnd I never fucked Mei either, or kissed herâŚor anyone since you,â
âThatâs supposed to make me feel special?â It did, but you were done for the day.
âI think soâŚ?â
You blink, once, twice and instead of the third that Satoru expected a sharp slap landed on his face.
âYouâre very fucking dumb,â while one hand clutched the cheek heâd been hit at, the other still held your hand, pulling you closer when he heard your choked wordsâeyes widening at the wetness in your eyes.
âL/nâŚâ a sigh, âfuck Iâm- fuck.â He held you close, unnatural to your relation, you let yourself be held.
ââââ
âSorry?â
You glared at him, the Music blared behind you loudâ the both of you stood outside your fatherâs office, âweâll deal with that later.â
A slight nod, Satoru was glad you even agreed to talk to him, Satoru was glad you even looked at himâSatoru was simply glad you were standing beside him.
A knock, two more, you walked insideâSatoru, as advised by you stood outsideâyour father would know of course, instantly.
The room seemed a breath of freshness as you walked, away from the stench that Satoru held, âwhereâs Gojo?â You were prepared for the question.
âDo you like the fest?â You father was prepared for the dodgeâhe hummed, âyou both did good together, as I supposed,â you hummed.
âHe wonât be coming?â
âHeâs busy,â you lied through your teeth, âsome kids snuck in alcohol, heâs dealing with it,â you were sure you caught your fatherâs smirkââthat would be highlyâŚinappropriate,â
You bit the inside of your cheek, âof course, weâll see to it that theyâre punished well,â
Your father hummed again, âhaving a good time?â
âWonderful,â your father grinned, âwell, you can go then butâŚmaybe not today but I do hope meet your assistant soon after, kind of tired of seeing him sneak in through the windows,â
âDad?!â
âWhat? Youâre grown up and Iâve seen the potential and I kind of think opposites do attract, and you proved me right so,â
Idiots, all around you.
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Hi! I love your writing and so I was wondering if I could request something with Theo Nott based on the song The Party by Maisie Peters maybe? It's ok if you're not interested. Thank you <333
thank you for liking my writing!!! iâve never actually heard of this song so thank u for introducing me to this banger itâs so cuteeee (ŕšËĚľá´ËĚľ)
youâre my favorite comic | theo n.
pairing: theodore nott x reader
genre: fluff, established relationships!! childhood friends to lovers, reader refers to slytherins as the enemy, happy couple stuff, thereâs scorpius too
part of my 1k celebration event !
Thereâs a few way Theodore remembers you, all of which seems to be memories of when he decided he felt something for you.Â
Like, for example, when you were four, sitting down besides him with your ankles in your laps, heart in your hands with your eyes focused on him as he read you a story you couldnât comprehend.Â
Heâs four too but heâs a cool four year old âthis is what he told himself, seeing as he was the only four year old he knew who could readâ who decided then that you were a friend, and that youâd always be his friend until heâs all old and wrinkly, and you pruning as you listened to him read you your new favorite book âhe could only hoped you never learn how to read.Â
He remembers you well when youâre both sixteen, standing under the quidditch pitch as you scowl at Malfoy a few feet above you. âI canât believe youâre with the enemy.âÂ
And Theodore stifles a laugh, forever finding it amusing how his best friend (Draco Malfoy), and his child hood best friend (also known as someone heâs been fancying for the longest time) were both quidditch captain for the opposing team. âTechnically youâre the enemy.â
âWell you better stop fraternizing with the enemy then,â you snickered, eyeing the Slytherins practicing from below. âYouâre going to look real bad when Malfoy finds out.âÂ
âFinds out what? That weâre friends?â He retorts uninterestedly.Â
âNo,â you replied, âthat youâre in love with me.â You say it so causally that he chokes, Theodore actually chokes up on his spit that you have to run a calming hand down his back. âDonât worry about it. Iâm in love with you too. Have you ever wondered why Iâve turned down every person whoâs asked me out?âÂ
Theodore composes himself then. âI just thought you werenât interested.âÂ
âI wasnât interested because they werenât you,â you say, pulling out your wand and handing it over to him. âNow if youâll excuse me, I need to have a word with the enemy.âÂ
And as you leave âas if you didnât just admit that youâve known that heâs loved you this entire timeâ with your wand in his hand, Theodore decides youâre as unpredictable as they come; and that if you were a cartoon, youâd always be his favorite comic.Â
And he remembers âwell, promise to remember you now, with a hand pressed against the small of your back and the Malfoys a few feet behind the two of you; thanking you for coming to their small dinner party and being the last one to leave by helping them clean up, did Theodore decide that he wants to marry you.Â
Youâre sat at the passenger seat, fussing over your hair through the tiny mirror; a small pout is prominent as you sigh. âI canât believe you let me go out looking like this.âÂ
Theodore spares a glance at you, not spotting a single thing wrong with you. âLike what?âÂ
âMy hair is a mess, Theo.âÂ
To him, youâre stressing out over nothing. But he loves you, and he knows you well enough to understands that itâs not like that for you. So he tries his hardest to reassure as best as he could. âYour hair looks fine. Youâre the most beautiful thing Iâve seen all night, baby. Donât be so harsh on yourself.âÂ
Youâre quiet for a second, before: âso you think baby Scorpius is ugly?âÂ
Theodore is baffled, bewildered by you as he struggles to come up with a respond. âThatâs not what I said.âÂ
âBut if Iâm the most beautiful thing then you think Scorpius is not as good looking then?âÂ
âScorpius is a baby,â Theodore sighs. âHe looks like a sack of potatoes.âÂ
And when Theodore couldnât even bring himself to be annoyed by your dramatic scandalized gasp at his words; he knew he was in it for the long run.Â
#theodore nott headcanons#theodore nott fluff#theodore nott x y/n#theodore nott fanfic#theodore nott imagines#theodore nott fanfiction#theodore nott scenarios#theodore nott x you#theodore nott x reader#đ§ł: my writing#đ°: 1k with patro!
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