#and who knows if he was there in the a.m. the correct date would be the 10th haha I can’t win

[dreamings-free]

Louis in a bar in Sydney, Australia 9/2/24

[pathologicalreid]

lock and key | s.r.

in which an act of violence - and subsequent serious injury - brings the truth to the surface and initiates a change

margotober masterlist

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: angst content warnings: abduction, car accident, knife, stabbing, stabbing with knife, greek mythology, jareau!reader, rewrite of 8x12 "zugzwang" (just because maeve isn't here doesn't mean i'm letting spencer get by trauma-free), the girls who get it, get it, secret relationship, hospitals, not proofread, yes the zugzwang thing gets dropped but that's because it was never the kidnapper it was always the replicator, did i miss something probably but i can't see straight rn word count: 4.86k a/n: i rewrote this entire fic because i decided i didn't like it two hours before it was supposed to go up. and now here we are. almost 5k words later. it's 2:30 a.m. going back to my jareau!reader roots and rewriting an entire episode.

He frowned at the text that you’d just sent him. Just one word, a chess term. Spencer wasn’t entirely sure you knew what it meant, more so, he wasn’t sure why you’d text it to him at seven-thirty in the morning.

He’d expected you to beat him to the office this morning, knowing you left his apartment before the sun had the chance to rise so you could get a fresh change of clothes and repack your go bag. Your apartment was closer to Quantico, so it wasn’t presumptuous of him to assume you would make it there first.

Spencer stood corrected when he walked in, finding your desk completely devoid of your active presence. He looked around for you briefly, knowing you sometimes liked to catch up on sleep in JJ’s old liaison office when you were the first to arrive in the morning, but all he found was your sister, a scowl on her face while she spoke with Hotch in his office.

The two of them noticed him lurking, Hotch opening the door and nodding at him in greeting, “Let’s meet in the roundtable room, Garcia’s waiting for us.”

“What’s going on?” Spencer asked, following them around the walkway to the briefing room, only receiving a shake of the head from JJ in response.

Penelope looked disturbed in a way that Spencer hadn’t seen her in years. That much made sense to him, the only reason Hotch would start a briefing before the rest of the team got here was if there was a case that matched the level of urgency. “This morning the FBI system was tripped because Y/N’s location was glitching. It flashed from Los Angeles to Moscow to Cancun until finally settling on an unmarked location somewhere in this general area.”

Spencer frowned, looking at the map that was being displayed on the screen in front of him, “That’s nearly eight hundred miles of ground to cover.”

Sighing, Garcia nodded, “Because of whatever the UnSub did to hack into the locator in her phone, we can’t get an accurate location. I’m working on refining it, but that could take hours.”

A pit settled in Spencer’s chest as he looked over at JJ, a dark, hollow look on her face as she stared at her phone. He couldn’t commiserate with her—nobody knew the two of you were even dating. “JJ,” Hotch spoke up, “You were the last person to see her before you left yesterday, did she say anything about going to meet someone or do anything?”

JJ blinked in confusion, “No, she didn’t tell me about any plans or…” Her voice trailed off, “I think she was seeing someone knew. She’s been acting different, being cagey about plans.”

Blake and Rossi walked into the bullpen, their arrival catching Hotch’s attention as he stepped out of the roundtable room to speak with them. Spencer followed, “Hotch.”

“I know, Reid,” he said, holding his hand up in a waiting gesture. Of course, he did, because in your tirade to hide your relationship from the general public, you had insisted on telling Hotch, wanting to get the HR paperwork out of the way.

Spencer sighed, the pit in his chest growing exponentially as he turned back into the roundtable room, slipping his phone out of his pocket and handing it to Garcia, “I got a text this morning from Y/N,” he explained, his eyes following his teammates as they filtered into the room. “It came in after her phone’s location was hacked.”

Shaking her head, JJ looked over at Spencer, “Why would she text you first thing in the morning?”

He shrugged in response, “I’m not entirely sure,” he half-lied. “I do know what the word used in the message means. Zugzwang. It’s the term used in chess when a player realizes they’ll inevitably be checkmated.”

“When did the two of them break up?” Hotch asked, looking over at JJ for the answer to his question.

They were headed to speak with your ex-boyfriend, there was nothing they had found that would implicate him in your disappearance, but it was the best chance they had at a lead. Spencer bit his tongue to stop himself from revealing the answer.

JJ hummed, “A while ago, a year maybe? She didn’t really talk about it, one day, she just stopped bringing him up.”

Sixteen months, nearly to the date, it was a few days past at that point since the night you’d called Spencer in tears, needing him to pick you up from the same house that the SUV was pulling up to now. The two of you had been together for nearly a year, on and off again, before he finally snapped.

Some of the things he said to you were things that you’d never repeated, even to Spencer. Pulling into the driveway made him feel sick to his stomach as he recalled the way you cried in his apartment that night.

“Reid?” JJ’s voice broke through his reminiscence, she had already gotten out of the car, standing outside and waiting for Spencer to step out before the three of them approached the porch.

He reached into his pocket for his credentials, staying at the back of the pack while Hotch knocked on the door before pulling his badge out. Your ex-boyfriend opened the door, “Hello?” He was confused, rightfully so—it wasn’t every day that a group of FBI agents showed up at your front door. He eyed Hotch and JJ before he met Spencer’s eyes. Garrett’s eyes narrowed, “You.”

Hotch’s head snapped to the side, glaring at Spencer for a moment before facing forward, “Garrett Graves?” The Unit Chief’s voice was commanding, staring at your ex with a preconceived notion that your relationship had fallen apart because of him. He was the leader of the team, and he took any attack against the members of his team personally.

“Yes?” He said, obviously bewildered at the sight of the agents on his porch, “Where’s Y/N?”

Crossing her arms in front of her chest, JJ looked up at Garrett, “That’s what we’d like to ask you.”

Spencer had to give him credit, Garrett looked absolutely stunned at your sister’s revelation, but nothing that Spencer knew about him led him to believe he’d act innocent if he was truly guilty. He had the personality type that would confess to the abduction but lead the BAU on a wild goose chase from an interrogation room.

No, the person who had you didn’t want to be caught, and he didn’t want the team to find you. This interview would be a waste of his time, there was absolutely no information about you that Garrett could provide. Spencer knew every important, esoteric detail about you—your ex-boyfriend wouldn’t have anything useful for him.

Garrett peered back at Spencer, “I’m sure anything you want to know, he can tell you,” he said, bitterness altering his tone.

Hotch looked over his shoulder to Spencer, “Why don’t you sit this one out?”

Ignoring the fact that he had just been told to kick rocks, Spencer retreated to the SUV, shoving his hands in his pockets and leaning against the passenger door while JJ and Hotch were invited inside the house. He hoped you weren’t somewhere outside, the temperatures dropped to below freezing at night this time of year, and he didn’t remember you wearing a jacket when you left his apartment this morning.

Finally alone—away from your sister, at least—Spencer had a moment to process the reality of his situation. You were missing, likely abducted as a result of your job, and he didn’t even have an exact time to go off. His chest felt tight in a way it hadn’t in years, the sheer joy of knowing he had you in his life felt like it was fading away because he didn’t have you. He had no idea where you were, and for a brief moment, he considered the fact that the loss of you might kill him too.

You were the only one who knew how to bring him back down to earth anymore. Snapping him back to reality whenever he started to spiral.

This time, the sound of his phone ringing pulled him out of his Charybdis of fear, “Hello,” he answered the phone, holding the device to his ear as he pretended the last five minutes of thought had never happened.

“Hey, kid,” Derek greeted over the phone, an unavoidable solemn note in his voice. “Garcia managed to track down Y/N’s car, it’s down on a side street, it looks like she was avoiding the highway.”

Spencer looked down at his shoes, “The exit that she needs to take to get to her apartment closes for construction at night.” The explanation flew from his mouth before he could remember that he wasn’t supposed to know that, but his brain was moving at an altered pace right now, unable to think past anything other than finding you.

The other line was silent for a moment, “Right,” Derek said doubtfully. “It looks like someone rear-ended her,” he noted, the sound of cars rushing by cluing Spencer into the traffic.

“That time of night on that road it would’ve needed to be on purpose, there’s no reason to be following someone that closely on an empty street,” Spencer processed the information, pulling up a map in his head of the area where your car was. “So, it was a bump and grab,” Spencer thought aloud, it wasn’t a particularly sophisticated crime, but with all of the other evidence, he hadn’t expected it to be.

Morgan reaffirmed his suspicions, “I’m surprised she wasn’t more on edge that early in the morning. What do you think she was doing all the way out here anyway?”

His stomach churned; you had been leaving his apartment. It was his fault you had been out there at that time. “It was early, her inhibitions were down, she was probably tired,” he rambled off. “Besides, you heard JJ, she thinks she has a boyfriend,” he bit out.

“Uh huh,” Derek responded, “And what do you think about that?”

Leaning his head back, Spencer stared at the sky, “Did you find her phone? Was it in the car?”

There was no way Derek didn’t get why Spencer ignored his question, but he moved on anyway, “Yeah, that’s the other thing. There’s no sign of that text message.”

Another mystery to add to the plethora, Spencer closed his eyes and sighed, “Thanks for letting me know.”

“Kid,” Derek said, stopping Spencer from hanging up, “Why did the text go to you and not JJ? Wouldn’t that make more sense?”

Spencer paused, staring at the backs of his eyelids, “I’m not sure.” His answer, at least, was mostly truthful. It would make sense for the message to have gone to JJ, but JJ wouldn’t have understood the meaning.

That meant the person who sent the message likely knew about you and Spencer’s relationship, and that did very little to comfort him.

Helpless was not a term that Spencer liked to use to describe himself, but as the orange glow of the sunset sept into the BAU, he was beginning to feel that way. You were still missing, and with every passing moment, Spencer knew that the statistics grew increasingly bleak.

Stepping away from his computer monitor, Spencer made his way to the bathroom, he didn’t need to use it, but the silent hum of the fan was better than the constant chattering in the bullpen. Everyone imaginable had been pulled in on this case, everyone wanting to pitch in to find a missing FBI agent, but not for the first time, Spencer wished everyone would just shut up.

Turning on the tap, he cupped his hands under the water and splashed his face, focusing the cold water on his eyes, hoping they could hone his focus. He tore a paper towel from the dispenser and pressed it into his face as the door swung open, the familiar tapping of boots sounded from behind him until they stopped.

“You know, from my count, it’s been about eight months,” Rossi said, meeting Spencer’s eyes in the mirror, his hands in his pockets as he raised his eyebrows, waiting for a response.

Sighing, Spencer turned off the water, “Nine,” he corrected, foregoing his usual habit of providing more precise time frame. He wasn’t surprised that Rossi had it figured out, he always did, but still, he asked, “How did you figure it out?”

Rossi shrugged, watching as Spencer moved to throw away the paper towel, “I am very good at my job.”

Spencer laughed, a mixture between a laugh and a scoff as he looked in the mirror just to find that he still looked like a disaster. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do,” he confessed, the first time he had let his desolation truly show to any member of the team.

“You’re gonna go back out there, and we are gonna do what we do best,” Rossi insisted, “We help the people who need us.”

Nodding, Spencer took a deep breath before heading back out to the bullpen, following Penelope through the glass doors as the technical analyst made her way over to JJ. It shouldn’t bother him that everyone went to JJ first, but it did, even though no one knew any better. “Does the last name Delphino mean anything to you?”

JJ frowned in response, “No, why—should it?”

His lips parted, not worrying about holding himself back, “Paul Delphino is the name of Y/N’s next-door neighbor.”

Garcia made a dinging noise, quickly moving on to continue her explanation, “Paul Delphino did not show up for work this morning. Why is this significant? His family, the Delphinos, owns a lot of commercial property in the DMV and a suspicious 911 call just came in from one of those properties stating that there’s a light on in a building that is slated for demolition tomorrow. The caller said they heard screaming coming from the building.”

Hotch looked around at the team, “Morgan contact SWAT. JJ, Morgan, you’re with me, Blake, Reid, with Rossi. Garcia, send the address to our phones.” Everyone was already moving as he distributed orders, heading to the elevator, and getting one step closer to you.

He’s been watching you for months. From the exact moment he moved into the apartment next to yours, Paul declared himself your soulmate. You recognized his name when you first met, and it came up in one of your late-night Wikipedia binges. Paul Delphino was a member of a disturbingly wealthy family, up until his parents disowned him for suspicious cash transactions.

Your head hurt like hell, drips of blood were encrusted along your hairline, and you were fairly convinced that you were dying. Your vision blurred around the edges when you followed the noise of your captor around the room with your eyes, your body slightly suspended in the air by your arms, standing on your tiptoes to prevent too much strain on your shoulders.

Seeking comfort in your memory, you remembered this morning, kissing your sleepy boyfriend as he tiredly asked you to stay, but you needed to go back to your own apartment. You told him you loved him, which was the truth, but you needed a morning with your things.

If needing a morning with your things led to an untimely demise, then at least the last thing you told Spencer was that you loved him.

Long, unending scratches ran down your arms and legs, they weren’t deep enough to scar, but as they scabbed over, they began to itch. Cuts and scrapes weren’t going to kill you, but the knife in your abdomen likely would.

You tried to keep yourself as still as possible, your personal experience with stab wounds was lackluster, but you knew that the blade could be preventing any further bleeding. You weren’t sure if you should be grateful that Paul couldn’t get it up, seeing as he elected to stab you for a sexual release.

The black of your t-shirt concealed any blood on your torso, so you weren’t sure exactly how much blood you’d lost, but judging by the way the world was losing its color, things weren’t looking good for you.

You breathed out slowly through your nose, watching Paul pace back and forth in front of you, faint lantern light being the only thing illuminating whatever hellscape you were in. “Paul,” you said, your voice nearly a gasp, “I need help.”

At this point, you had no idea what your plan was, seriously considering asking him to let you heal so that he could come back and stab you again in a few weeks. What else did you have to offer him?  He scoffed in response, continuing his pacing until his steps faltered and he stalked over to you, causing you to flinch. “Did you call them?”

You groaned in pain, “Who the fuck could I have called?” You yelped like a wounded animal when he pulled the knife from your stomach.

He pointed the knife at your face, the metallic tang of your own blood filling your nostrils as you fought off a wave of nausea. “Why would you call the FBI on me?”

Tears flooded your eyes at his words. My sister’s here, you thought to yourself. Spencer’s here. “I didn’t,” you choked out, trying to remember how to breathe while you were dying.

Paul’s head snapped to look behind him, the rustling of SWAT and agents scaring him enough that he dropped the knife to the floor before taking off, leaving you alone in the room for someone to find.

Grunting, you tried to free your hands on your own, but you no longer had the physical strength to do anything except for hang. Tipping your head back in an attempt to keep your airway open, you called out, “JJ!”

You never thought the sight of your sister’s blonde ponytail would make tears run down your face, but as soon as she made her way into the room, saltwater left marks on your blood-stained face. “He went that way,” you jutted your head to the side, watching as the people in front of you stayed true to themselves. JJ ran off to chase Paul, and Spencer holstered his weapon to help you down.

“Hey,” he whispered, holding you while a SWAT member used a knife to undo your restraints, and Spencer caught you before your legs had a chance to give out.

You looked around the room, Morgan had gone with JJ to play cat and mouse, but Blake stayed behind with Spencer while they tried to get you sorted out. Everyone else would panic, announcing to the rest of the room that you were seemingly very slowly bleeding out would send the space into a frenzy, so you didn’t.

Spencer draped an FBI jacket over your shoulders, one of the spares that was kept in the SUVs.

“I need help,” you mumbled, your lips barely parting as you tried to save your strength to walk to an ambulance. “Spence,” you gasped, using your own hand to apply pressure to the wound.

He nodded, instinctively pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I know, I know.” His voice was tight, and you hated yourself for doing this to him.

Groaning, you shook your head, “I’m bleeding,” you murmured, watching as realization set into his features, wavering between horror and determination, Spencer nodded at you.

“Reid?” Blake called after the two of you, now noticing the drops of blood that were where you were standing, now being tracked through the building by your shuffling footsteps.

Spencer didn’t answer her, his attention was entirely on you as he kept you upright, bringing you closer and closer to the flashing lights of the ambulance. The cold of the night burned your nose as the fresh air gave you a new sense of determination, matching Spencer’s. “I’m sorry,” you told him, but you weren’t sure he could even hear you as you approached the ambulance.

“You need to get her to a hospital,” Spencer insisted once the EMTs were in earshot, his chest heaving as your feet dragged more and more with every step. “Please,” he begged them, helping you onto a stretcher before hauling himself into the rig, a one-track mind thinking of nothing else other than getting you the help that you need.

Fifty-fifty were the odds that you gave yourself once you found a firm enough grasp on consciousness. There was a fifty percent chance you were going to open your eyes and be met with the harsh fluorescence of a hospital. There was a fifty percent chance that bastard Minos was going to send you straight to the Fields of Punishment.

You changed your bets once the scent of antiseptic burned your nostrils, you flinched at the smell, earning some soft shushing from the person on the other side of your eyelids. Sighing, you open your eyes just a sliver, “Hey, J,” you greeted her, your voice raspy from lack of use and probably a breathing tube.

Hospitals made your stomach churn, hunger and blood loss certainly contributed to the feeling as you tried to reorient yourself with the land of the living. “Hi, Ducky,” she whispered, taking your hand in hers and squeezing it reassuringly, “You’re okay.”

Humming, you closed your eyes again, being awake in stages, “Haven’t heard that one in a while,” you murmured, smiling softly. “I feel like shit,” you groaned, trying to shift in the bed just to be met with a shooting pain in your abdomen. Pieces of the puzzle started coming back to you.

“The doctors said you were really lucky, the knife didn’t hit any organs or blood vessels,” he told you, giving you an update on your condition. Waking up in hospitals always gave you an odd feeling, being surrounded by a group of people who knew more about how you were doing than you did.

Frowning, you let your eyes flutter open, “Yeah, lucky,” you breathed. “That’s exactly how I feel right now.”

JJ smoothed some of your hair away from your forehead, “He’s dead, Ducky.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Did you shoot him?”

She shrugged slyly, “I let Morgan take the shot.”

That was a lie you let her get away with. If JJ had been the one to shoot Paul, there likely would’ve been an investigation opened because of your familial tie—Strauss would’ve had her hands all over that one. This way, there was no question about ethics. “Thank you,” you whispered to her, “I’m…” your voice trailed off as you noticed someone else in the corner of the room.

Following your gaze, JJ looked confused, “He hasn’t moved all night.” Spencer was almost comedically folded in a hospital chair, his wrist bent beneath his chin as he slept. “He rode with you to the hospital, and I’m not sure—”

“I’m in love with him,” you cut her off mid-sentence. You watched your sister’s confusion morph into shock as she looked from you to Spencer and back again. “Spencer and I have been dating for the last nine months, and we haven’t told anyone. It wasn’t because we wanted to keep anyone in the dark or because we didn’t want you to know, we just liked having something that was ours.”

Surprise was clear on her face while she searched her mind for clues into what you were telling her. You could tell she was thinking, you recognized her thinking face as well as you would if you were looking in a mirror. “You and Spencer?”

You nodded stiffly, moving your upper lip to adjust your nasal cannula, “Yeah. Me and Spencer.”

“So, when I tried to pin the two of you together last fall… you were already together?” She asked, recalling a night spent as a team at O’Keefe’s.

Giving her a lopsided smile, you held your hands out in mock surrender, “Yeah,” you echoed.

She just continued staring at you up until her phone rang, she apologized to you before picking it up, greeting Will over the phone, and stepping out into the hallway.

You tilted your head to the side, getting a better look at Spencer sleeping in the chair, “Spence,” you called out to him, remembering that you’re in a hospital and raising your voice is frowned upon, even as a patient. “Spencer,” you crooned, trying to wake him up without startling him.

He didn’t so much as budge, you tried again, but when he didn’t stir, you had to turn to violence.

With an aching arm, you grabbed a pen from the table attached to your hospital bed and flung it at him, gasping when the pen hit him in the head. His eyes opened, looking at you groggily as he stretched out his wrist.

“Hey,” he said, instantly over his irritation of being pelted with a BIC pen, “You’re up.” Spencer looked around the room noting no sign of your sister before he took her seat at your bedside, “You look good.”

You laughed slightly, the movement felt good spiritually, but physically it pulled at your stitches. “I look like shit,” you corrected him, you didn’t even need a mirror to know that.

Spencer smiled at you fondly, fingers carefully dancing along your hairline. His touch was tentative like he was afraid a single touch would break you, “You’ve certainly looked better,” he admitted.

The grin that bloomed on your face felt foreign after a day of pain, but it relieved you to stretch those muscles. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, noticing the way his hand faltered in its movements.

“It wasn’t your fault,” he reminded you, not even sure which it he was referring to, he simply wanted to know you weren’t to blame for any of it.

You hummed, adjusting yourself on your pillows, “But I took advantage of you.”

In response, Spencer reached out a hand, placing the back of it on your forehead, checking for a fever as if you weren’t hooked up to a vital monitor.

Swatting his hand away, you looked at him solemnly, “No, I took advantage of your rational minds when I asked you for help outside of the warehouse. I made the decision to ask you because I knew you would help me first and panic second.”

“Honey,” Spencer said, gingerly moving strands of hair off of your forehead, “You are severely underestimating my abilities if you think I wasn’t panicking while I was helping you.”

You pressed your lips together thoughtfully, looking at him, “I wanna go home,” you murmured, looking up at him with wide eyes.

He looked at you sadly, “Tomorrow, probably. I’ll bring you home and unpack the first load of your things in my place. You can sit on the couch and tell me where everything goes.”

“Spencer,” you said, gentle chide in your tone.

Your boyfriend hummed, “You didn’t seriously think I’d let you keep living in that apartment, did you?”

Honestly, you hadn’t had the time for the thought to cross your mind, but Spencer had always thought you lived in a bad part of town. He was right, of course, but this was a lot to digest all at once. “You don’t have to; I can just find a new apartment.”

He leaned over the bed, “It’s too late. I already asked Penelope to come over this weekend and help me go through my closet and dresser.”

“Did you tell her?” You asked him, reaching a hand up and tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear.

Spencer shook his head, “No, but I suppose we’ll have to.”

Chewing on the inside of your lip, you raised your eyebrows, “Well, I told JJ.” You informed him of the fact that you’d abrogated the seal of silence on your relationship.

“Rossi knows,” he told you like it should’ve been news to you.

You shrugged, “He figured it out months ago. I thought you knew that.”

Your boyfriend frowned, “How would I have known that?”

“He profiled us, it’s like reverse profiling,” you explained.

Spencer chuckled softly, “You’re right, my mistake.” His brown eyes shimmered as he took your hand in his, bringing it to his mouth and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

He never took his eyes off of you, watching you like a hawk at every moment—you weren’t even sure he was blinking properly. “What’s still bothering you?”

Shaking his head, he dismissed your question immediately. You felt safe with him, when your sister returned to the doorway, she faltered at the sight in front of her. Spencer was resting his head on your hospital bed, softly chatting to you about sea otters while your eyes fluttered shut.

Before you fell asleep, she raised her eyebrows and held up a thumbs up, asking if you were okay.

A brief nod in response was all you needed, smiling at her softly while she went back to her phone call.

[rainybubbles]

10 A.M- Ghost x plus size reader

-Summary : Every day on leave Ghost watches his neighbor at 10AM during his smoke break. Will it lead to more ? (yes, especially with Johnny involed.)

-(Sorry in advance, English is not my first language, so sorry if it's bad or OOC. And I've posted it on ao3 months ago, so it's normal if you feel like a déjà vu)

-10 am. The ballet was starting.

-A foot missing a step, a groan of pain, clothes thrown on the ground, and an apple bitten into hastily. Breakfast was beginning, and the curtain rose, giving Simon the perfect view of his neighbor's daily spectacle across the landing.

-Eyes so sunken they rivaled his own, hands with nails cut short—Simon wondered why so short, perhaps their job? A habit? And their body, all curves.

-That's what had caught his attention in the hallway the first time.

-Such a ominous building welcoming such a pure ray of sunshine like them, Simon couldn't help but bask in their warmth from the shadows.

-A glint in a corridor had eventually become a routine. When Simon smoked on his balcony, they would open their curtains, and slowly, without knowing it, their routines became intertwined at certain hours of the day, briefly filling Simon's respites with a bit of humanity.

-"What are ye lookin’ at?"

-"Nothing that concerns you, Johnny."

-"L.T, come on." Johnny, curious, stepped onto the balcony, but they were already gone.

-"I’ve put up with you enough, stop pokin’ your nose in."

-"Ye volunteered when Price asked who could help me with my cast during our leave. Because Gaz was with his fiancée and Price with his sister. That's friendship."

-"Pity," Ghost corrected him.

-"It still means I make ye feel things, L.T."

-"Yes, and it's exasperation."

-"Seriously, what were ye starin’ at? I mean, apart from the poor garden, there's nothin’."

-Simon ignored him. One word and he knew what Johnny would say.

-"Talk to them. You have nothing to lose."

-Worse, the Scotsman might set up a situation where he'd end up stuck in an elevator with them. The explosives expert knew much more about physics and math than he let on.

-"By th’ way, have ye ever had someone in yer life, L.T.?"

-“…”

-"I see, we're playin’ neither yes nor no?"

-"We're playin’ 'no personal questions.'"

-"I'll tak’ that as a yes. Ah wonder whit yer type is? Redhead? Blonde? Brunette? Tall? Short? Or maybe brown, green, blue, gray eyes?"

-"People who don't ask questions."

-"Damn, rejected like that."

-"That's enough, Johnny."

-"Okay, I… would ye introduce me if ye ever had someone in yer life, no?"

-"No."

-"What?! Come on, I'm adorable!"

-"And invasive."

-"I left a sock lyin’ around one time." Soap remembered the incident.

-"In a frying pan."

-"It was an accident."

-Ghost sighed. His gaze shifted to the window; damn, he wished he could catch a glimpse of them for a moment, to gain some strength. As if his prayer had been heard, the window opened, their head appeared, watering their plants.

-"I see, so it wasn't just a cigarette," Johnny said with a smug smile.

-Unfortunately, that also meant they'd just watered trouble for Ghost.

-"Johnny."

-"I'm just saying they’re beautiful, that's all."

-"Not a word."

-"So… the curves?"

-"Johnny," Simon repeated, annoyed.

-"Okay, not a word."

-A silence fell, but Simon couldn't stand Soap's trembling leg.

-"One question." He eventually gave in.

-"How long?"

-"None."

-"What?"

-"We're not dating."

-"So a crush, huh?"

-"We're not in high school anymore."

-"But ye have a crush on yer neighbor like a teenager."

-"Johnny," Simon warned him.

-Soap backed off before grinning smugly.

-"I get it, I'd be the same if they were my neighbor, they seem cute," he added

-"Johnny, damn it," Ghost sighed, his cheeks slightly tinged with red.

-Soap laughed.

-"It's cute. I guess ye won't talk tae them?"

-"No. Not with our profession, not with my personality. they deserve better."

-"Even fur one night?"

-"I don't want a one-night stand, not with them."

-"I see, condemned to yearn, a wee bit sad."

-Simon didn't reply; it was his routine. Observe, analyze, and act. His strategy had been clear from the start: do nothing.

-So he finished his cigarette, hoping it would be 10 am again soon to relive this peaceful anticipation. The sun set, and it all began again.

-5 am, wake up. 6 am, jogging. 7 am, back, ready to take a shower and face Johnny.

-"Oh, sorry."

-But sometimes routines break. Simon watched his neighbor, struggling to move a too-heavy piece of furniture up the stairs.

-"Can I help you?"

-"I… I don't want to bother you, especially since you just came back from exercising—"

-"It's nothing."

-He carried what looked like a wardrobe to their landing.

-"Thanks again. I… I don't know if you knew, but we're neighbors. My name's y/n, I moved in there after Matilda. I know they wasn't… well-liked?"

-"We could say that."

-"No need to downplay it; I know they threw tomatoes at all the doors, ripped up their garbage on all the landings, and dismantled a door by mistake."

-"Hm."

-"I mean, at 80, it's impressive," y/n laughed.

-"For sure," he chuckled.

-"So, you're Smith, right?"

-Oh yes, the fake name on his mailbox.

-"Yeah."

-"Well, thank you, Mr. Smith. Honestly, I don't know how I would've managed without you. I told my roommate that having such a big wardrobe was pointless, but they never listens to me."

-"Roommate?"

-"Yeah, she lives with me. their name's Léa, maybe you've met her? Tall, blonde."

-"Hm."

-"She always wakes up late, and I wake up early, so we kind of live in the dark in the apartment, like real vampires. Perhaps you know her ?"

-"Thank you, Léa," Simon thought. Without her, he'd never catch sight of y/n on their balcony.

-"No, I don't think so."

-"I see. Do you have a roommate too?"

-"At the moment, yes, but it's temporary."

-"Oh, I see, a friend crashing. Happens."

-"Actually, he takes care o’ me," a voice said.

-If Simon could slow down his reaction, he'd be sure to see panic. Johnny, smiling, approached and introduced himself.

-"John, nice tae meet ye. This big guy keeps an ee on me, wi’ ma broken arm."

-"Oh, I see, that's not easy. Nice to meet you."

-"Ye ken, I was plannin’ tae make some muffins; I thought if ye like them, we could maybe give ye some since this guy doesnae like sweet stuff."

-"Johnny."

-"What, you don't like them?" y/n asked, surprised.

-"I… it's not my thing, that's all."

-"I see," y/n smiled. "Why not, okay, well, I mean don't poison us, but okay."

-"I'm no’ sure that would convince anyone no’ tae poison ye," John replied.

-"Maybe, but does it work on you?"

-"Aye," Johnny laughed.

-y/n thanked them and closed their door. Soap, with a victorious smile, looked at Simon.

-"Don't start."

-"We're makin’ progress, L.T, recon mission wit’ introduction."

-"This isn't a mission."

-"Of course, it is. Gaz agrees wi’ me."

-"Gaz knows?!"

-"It's the 21st century, L.T, phones are magical."

-"No."

-"By the way, if they ask for yer number, ye'll have to give them one that's not disposable…"

-"There won't be a number."

-"I bet there will be; they seem nice."

-"They thanked me for a favor; it's just politeness."

-"If ye say so."

-"Nothing's going to happen, Johnny."

-"We'll see."

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-"I was thinking we should exchange numbers! It's always handy, for dog sitting, plant watering, breakdowns, broken showers, or anything else."

-Soap looked at him triumphantly. Certainly, it wasn't y/n asking, but Léa, after accepting their muffins and inviting them inside. But Soap saw the papers with the two different numbers, indicating that y/n's was included.

-"For sure, but isn't a roommate kind o’ a hassle? I mean, I remember wi’ other folk’s boyfriends an’ girlfriends, it can get awkward," Soap asked.

-"For that, there would have to be some," Simon replied.

-"What dae ye mean?" "Well, I'm not interested, and y/n… they…"

-Léa seemed hesitant.

-"New acquaintances aren't really their thing, with social anxiety, you know."

-Simon raised an eyebrow. they had seemed so calm. He was also accustomed to social avoidance, so y/n's reaction to him surprised him, unless they had grown accustomed to his presence before. But that would mean he was a familiar face to them. Which would imply…

-That at 10 am, he wasn't the only one watching.

-A warm feeling filled his heart.

-"Why are ye smiling?" Soap murmured as they returned to his apartment. "It's bad news if they's as bad as you at talking, you'll be together when Price runs out of beanies to wear."

-"Hm, if you say so."

-"L.T, tell me, I ken ye ken something."

-"Soap, it's none of your business."

-"The code name, really?"

- "Johnny."

- "Simon."

-Neither broke eye contact; Johnny eventually sighed and raised his only free hand in surrender. Ghost nodded.

-He looked forward to the next 10 am.

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-At 10 am, with a cigarette in his mouth, they were there. their eyes on their hands. He smiled. Target acquired. How could he have missed it?

-Using his hands, he executed a slight sign of recognition. they jumped, surprised he had noticed them; he smirked. they responded with a hand waving back. He signaled for them to open the window.

-"Nice view?" he asked.

-"On such a shabby garden, no," they replied, ignoring his implication.

-"I meant the neighborhood.”

-"Well, not everyone can have a balcony."

-"Or a pretty neighbor."

-"I—"

-"Have a good day, y/n." He went back inside.

-Nothing will happen, my ass, Soap muttered as he watched him.

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-Slowly, it became his game. Spotting y/n, signaling to them, and lightly flirting.

-It was nothing. Just a game of cat and mouse, that's all. It wouldn't lead to anything, he kept telling himself. But every day he waited for them.

-Praying that Price wouldn't call him. But apparently this time his thoughts weren't heard; Soap was sent to the base under someone else's watch, and Price called him for a mission. 10 a.m. should wait.

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-"Mr. Smith?"

-Tired. Covered in mud, smelling of powder. Simon was back after three months, his eyes empty, his face covered, only his eyes remained. y/n stood in the hall, in pajamas, letters in hand, probably looking for their mail at... 1 a.m.? Who would do that?

-"y/n.”

-“ Everything alright? You're soaked. You know if you have a dryer problem, we have one."

-"Everything's fine."

-"I see. I... I got worried because I didn't see you around, I wondered if something happened to you."

-His cowardly heart quickened at this concern.

-"It was nothing, just work."

-"I see, you travel a lot then."

-"Yeah, you could say that."

-"Must be tiring, never... feeling at home, right?"

-Simon couldn't get a word in. He had never thought about it, in his childhood home, his sanctuary, he had never thought about it as his home, so as he grew up, he had no attachment to a place.

-"Not really."

-"Not a homebody?"

-"Yeah, but just a bit."

-"I... sorry, I'm asking questions while you're exhausted, I'm really sorry."

-"No need to apologize, such a pretty face coming home erases all fatigue."

-they frowned their eyebrows..

-"Do you mean that or is it for Léa?"

-Simon was surprised by the sharper tone.

-"Léa?"

-"If you want to get closer to Léa, please don't use me. I... honestly, all this flirting is confusing, if it's her, then don't use me."

-"I don't want Léa."

-"Oh." y/n paused, “then why?"

-"I don't know, why do people flirt, y/n?"

-"You."

-"Me."

-"So all this time..."

-"I'm eagerly waiting for 10 a.m., y/n."

-"I-, I'm sorry, I just thought you really liked Léa, I let my insecurities take over without even thinking about that, and I apologize for that."

-"No worries, now everything is clear. Goodnight y/n and see you tomorrow morning."

-"See you tomorrow morning, Mr. Smith."

-"Simon."

-"Hm?"

-"Call me Simon."

-Maybe Soap was right; he knew from the beginning that this wouldn't just be a flirt.

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-At 10 a.m., Simon noticed a blanket on his balcony. Hand-knitted with a post-it.

-"I'm not there today, but you seemed cold in the morning, so welcome back and have a good day."

-Slowly, he took the soft fabric. Draping it over his shoulders, he closed his eyes, letting the nicotine escape from his mouth.

-He knew he shouldn't. A part of him screamed not to trust, to flee. But he was so tired. He, too, wanted to go home and have that smile.

-Suddenly, the blanket felt too cold, the nicotine too bitter, and the balcony too narrow.

-What was he doing dreaming of a normal life?

-Simon was officially dead, flesh living for a task force. He shouldn't even think of the hope of surviving long. He had given up on that. Slowly, he placed the blanket back on the balcony. The window was closing. He decided that maybe the 10 a.m. breaks weren't a good idea.

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-"You ken, it's no’ Pokémon, L.T."

-"Johnny," Ghost calibrated his rifle as the car swerved through the bends.

-"What's he talking about?" Gaz, in uniform beside them, ready for the mission, asked.

-"Our dear L.T. fled like a Pokémon facin’ its neighbor."

-"My life is none of your business."

-"Ye're missin’ something extraordinary, obviously. They just told ye it's mutual, an’ there ye are, runnin’ away. Imagine what ye’re sayin’ tae them."

-"It's better for them."

-"Coward."

-Simon looked away. It was better this way. Proof was, he was off again to risk his life for two months. No one wanted a life like this.

-y/n didn't know about Ghost, didn't know about the PTSD, about Tommy, about Joseph. He was just the slightly mysterious neighbor from the balcony.

-"They know nothing, it's better this way."

-"Maybe he's right, Soap. Some people aren't meant to be with soldiers," Gaz tried to reason.

-"He's just using runnin’ away as a defense mechanism, Gaz."

-Simon ignored the rest. The voices were blurring. He had to stay away from y/n; their warmth could burn him if he got too close.

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-Dead.

-He held the dead girl's body in his arms.

-Riddled with bullets, their poor little hands weakly holding onto Ghost's uniform in a last hope for life.

-The blood on his hands wouldn't go away. He washed, scrubbed, scraped, over and over.

-The blood remained on his hands.

-He had to save them.

-He had failed.

-The mission was a success.

-But everyone was dead.

-The coldness of the body wouldn't go away.

-The shower didn't help; no matter how hard he scrubbed, increasing the heat, nothing could rid him of the horror.

-His breathing wouldn't calm, his vision darkening, his legs trembling.

-He knew what was happening.

-Slowly he sat on the floor, the sound of water deafening, his ears ringing, the hot and cold alternating in his body, sweat increasing. A panic attack.

-"One, two, three." He repeated. Trying to calm himself, he began counting again. One, two, three.

-But the numbers tangled, and the memories seemed so real. The girl's body seemed to be at his feet. He knew it was impossible; he was in a shower, in a terrible apartment, not on the battlefield. But nothing could be done about it.

-"Mr. Smith?"

-Everything shattered. His bubble burst, and suddenly reality hit him. Getting up, staggering, he grabbed a towel and walked to his front door out of habit.

-"Yes?" he managed to say, his hoarse voice scratching his throat.

-"I'm sorry to interrupt, but our shower exploded, and I was wondering if you knew about it or if you could let me borrow yours because I... I'm a bit covered in ink."

-He opened his door completely, and...

-y/n, hands covered in blue ink, even their nose staring at him wide-eyed. Remembering his attire consisting only of a towel, he closed the door.

-"I'll get dressed and be right there."

-"Yes, I- sorry again, I didn't know you were in the shower."

-He didn't reply. Damn it, he had promised not to let their into his life.

-Putting on a hoodie and sweatpants, he opened his door.

-"On the left at the back." He indicated in a slightly dry tone. His thoughts still roughed up after his panic attack.

-Noticing that y/n wasn't moving, he frowned.

-"I wanted to know if I offended you? I don't know if I'm imagining something, but it looks like you're avoiding me?"

-Not as discreet as he thought.

-"I was busy."

-"I see. If I offended you anyway, I apologize."

-"It's not your fault, y/n."

-"Oh."

-"Just... shitty job."

-"PTSD?"

-Simon stopped.

-"The walls are thin, you can hear the girl from the fifth floor sneezing, so you can imagine that your screams at night..." She added.

-"I see."

-"My father had it too, if you ever need help, well not psychological help, that's more for a therapist, but support, I can." y/n said anxiously.

-He blew air out of his nose.

-"Military father?"

-"Cop," they replied.

-Simon noticed the underlying tension.

-"Not on good terms?"

-"Few people get along with their father, right?"

-"Some do."

-"Do you?"

-"No."

-They smiled.

-"To rotten fathers, then.

-“To rotten fathers. Now I suppose you should hurry if you don't want the ink to dry on your hands."*

- "Oh shit, yeah."

-Y/n rushed into the shower. When they returned a few moments later, Simon watched them.

-"Any reason for this ink explosion?"

-"It's ridiculous,”they said, but Simon motioned for them to sit down.

-"Go ahead."

- "I like... tattooing. I don't have the talent, but I like to try tattooing fake skins in my spare time, but my blue ink exploded so I tried to use the shower but it looks like we have a plumbing problem."

-"Tattooing?"

-"Yeah, but it's nothing crazy, just a hobby."

-He nodded.

-"Well, I'll get going." they murmured.

-Ghost wanted to hold their back. His hand reaching out reflexively, he thought better of it.

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-"So?"

-"So what? Didn't you listen to Price during the briefing?" Ghost replied to Soap.

-"Ah’m nae talkin’ about that, but the GIL mission."

-"Gil?"

-"Ghost in love."

-"I'm not in love."

-"Hmm, so nae progress wi’ the neighbor?"

-"Soap."

-The Scot stopped. Feeling the blue-eyed gaze not leaving him for a moment, Ghost sighed.

-"We talked again."

-"Ah!"

-“Shower problem, they needed one."

-"Is that it?"

-"We're neighbors."

-"That's disappointin’."

-"Thanks, Johnny." Ghost replied sarcastically.

-Simon spared the details. It wasn't just a shower, but a shower during the two weeks of leave he had had.

-With the plumber unable to find the problem, y/n and Léa had somewhat cohabited with Simon for that brief moment. Maybe... he had shared more teas with y/n than he admitted.

-Even if he wanted to flee, to shut himself off, to reject y/n, he crawled for a crumb of their attention.

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-Returning from his mission, Simon walked through the hall when he heard it. Cries echoing in the corridor.

-His landing.

-Knowing that Madeline, the other neighbor on the landing, couldn't cry due to death, it was either Léa or y/n.

-Approaching, he noticed a silhouette sitting on the doormat. y/n. they seemed to be trying to pick up debris from the floor, their hands bleeding.

-Worried at the sight of the red liquid, he walked towards them without thinking, examining their wounds. Pieces of metal and glass were in their hand.

-"Simon," they managed to articulate between sobs.

-"What happened?"

-"It's stupid, honestly, I'm ridiculous crying over this, but... a box fell and broke my tattoo machine. I know I could buy a new one, but that... it broke me?"

-Ghost was relieved it wasn't anything serious. He nodded.

-"It's not a big deal, it's your passion."

-"I know, but an artist doesn't cry when they run out of lead with their pencil."

-"Well, then they should invest in tons of tissues," Simon joked.

-They laughed through the tears.

-"It's just... everything, I guess. I'm tired, I have a shitty job, I thought I'd finally make it with my fake skins, and now my machine breaks like a sign."

-"Not a sign," Simon said. "Don't give up. Now let me look at this; we'd want to avoid infection and stitches."

-They nodded and followed Simon into his apartment. Ghost's expert hands treating theirs.

-"The tattoo," Simon began. "It's not just a passion, is it?"

-"I... it was my dream for a while."

-"'Was'?"

-"My parents wanted something safe, I didn't know anatomy, people drew better than me. At 13, I was the artist of the class, the little prodigy, at 18 I was just an artist like everyone else. I had nothing... extraordinary, so I gave up."

-Simon nodded.

-"I don't think so," he finally added, finishing their bandage.

-"What?"

-"That you gave up. You may think so, but practicing so hard, continuing to do it every day, it seems like you've always held on."

-"I... never saw it like that."

-"Plus, who wouldn't dream of being tattooed by an angel?"

-"Simon!"

-He smiled.

-"I missed... our exchanges," they whispered.

-He stopped.

-"Me too."

-"Okay, so are we starting fresh? No more running away?"

-"I can't promise that."

-"Oh."

-"I was talking about constant exchange, I've been... an asshole thinking I was doing the right thing, but it seems obvious that no matter my efforts, our paths intersect."

-"So you'll stop running?" y/n asked, their eyes meeting his.

-"For now," Simon finally said.

-"I see, cool," y/n said.

-"Cool," he repeated, squeezing their hand.

-They got up and left. Simon let his eyes wander over their curves.

-Fuck.

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- "Not a word, Johnny," Ghost said, putting his things down.

-"I didnae say anythin’!" the Scotsman complained, entering the briefing room.

-"I know what you were going to ask, and no."

-"So it's progressin’."

-"Johnny."

-"Okay. Just... ye're allowed tae be happy, L.T."

-"Hm."

-Simon avoided his gaze, his attention on Price. The captain questioned Simon with his eyes, Simon indicated with the same look that he would explain later.

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-“Ten o'clock breaks are nicer on a balcony."

-"Really? I thought you preferred waking up in the dark and stumbling around looking for your window," Ghost joked.

-y/n laughed. "Mean. It's cool to see the other side," they said, blowing on the tea Ghost had made.

-Sitting across from him, Simon could get used to it. A morning shared together, a breakfast enjoyed. The sun bathing their face, their hair tousled from waking up...

-"Hm, better than spying?"

-"You're the one who was stalking me."

-"You were doing the same."

-"But I wasn't looking at the other with a murderous look, I thought you hated me at first."

-"Really?"

-"Yes. I mean, I'm not the sexiest view in the world, so I thought you hated seeing me when you smoked. I even tried to shift my hours so you wouldn't see me."

-He laughed. "You're the sexiest view there is, y/n."

-"Wrong, there's Megan thee Stallion."

-"Hm, second view then."

-His phone beeped. Simon sighed.

-"Is it work?"

-"Yes."

-"You're leaving?"

-"In two days."

-"I guess you can't tell me where."

-"No."

-"Or how long."

-"Hm."

-"So, two months."

-"What?"

-"Well, if you can't say anything, I can imagine it, right? Like your mask, I never knew why, so I imagined you had vampire teeth."

-"Vampire teeth?" Simon mocked.

-"You never went out except at night, you came back late, your blinds were always closed, and your pale skin, what else could I think?"

-"Ill?"

-"..."

-"Hypochondriac? Scars?"

-"Okay, my theory was dumb, no need to twist the knife, Simon."

-He snorted.

-"You're beautiful without it," y/n finally added.

-"I know."

-"Fuck you, Simon, I'm trying to flirt."

-"Hm, 'trying' is the right word."

-"Simon."

-"Fine, 'thank you, y/n', is that better?"

-"Yes."

-Simon winked at them, y/n rolled their eyes.

-"By the way, I have a package arriving on Friday," Simon said.

-"And?"

-"It's for you."

-"A gift? But I didn't do anything."

-"That's the point of a gift, y/n. Plus, I know your birthday is coming soon."

-"Léa?"

-"Your ID."

-"How did you get it?"

-"I needed to check who you were," Simon lied.

-"...Léa," he eventually admitted.

-"I thought so."

-"Happy early birthday."

-"Thank you, Simon."

-And there, Simon wanted to engrave this image of their smile.

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-Alone, lost in the forest, waiting for the target, Simon wondered what y/n was doing. Was they sleeping? Had they opened their gift? Did they like it?

-His thoughts stopped, focused on the mission, with a new desire. The desire to go home.

-To go home. To y/n.

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-"Simon!"

-Tired, jet lag leaving his body heavy, but his eyes squinted at the sight of them.

-"y/n."

-"I..."

-They seemed hesitant to hug him, not quite sure what to do. Simon wanted it.

-"Oh damn, hugging y/n, melting into their warmth, leaving his hands on their curves, their thighs so soft, their hair."

-"Hug okay?" they asked.

-"More than okay."

-"Sure? I know it's not your thing, so it's not obligatory."

-"y/n, I'm sure."

-they nodded and hugged him. their scent filling his nostrils, Simon let go of his bag, letting his arms wrap around them. An embrace comforting him, finally stopping this fatigue. Ghost could leave to let Simon come home.

-"Welcome back," y/n murmured into the embrace.

-"I'm back," he whispered back.

-"I missed you. I... thank you for your gift. I... you're crazy to have spent so much, a machine of this quality..."

-"I intend to let my second sleeve be done by you."

-y/n backed away, surprised.

-"Simon, you don't even know my tattoo style."

-"And?"

-"Imagine if I'm into kawaii? Or a cute colorful Hello Kitty watercolor?"

-"Then I'll have a magnificent Hello Kitty," Simon replied.

-they laughed.

-"That would suit you well."

-"Without a doubt."

-"I might do that when I get my certification."

-"Wait, certification?"

-"I passed the hygiene certification. It's time I stop putting myself down. If I'm a failed artist, well, at least I'll be an artist."

-Simon smiled.

-"I'll be your first fan."

-"Léa is already there."

-"I already have to fight for you, damn."

-"I'm popular, you'll have to get used to it."

-He smiled.

-"Well, I'll let you go home. Good night, I suppose." y/n smiled and went home.

-He nodded and went into his apartment. However, he stopped.

-"y/n?"

-"Hm?"

-The words didn't come. Ask them to stay for what? Tea? Talk? He felt so pathetic.

-But y/n seemed to read him and took his hand, leading him into his apartment. Guiding him to his bed, they lay down beside him. Their bodies still clothed under the sheets drew closer.

-"I didn't imagine the first time in your bed like this."

-"Really?"

-"Hm, yes. I imagined a bit more warmth."

-"The heating is there."

-"Oh, shut up, Simon, you know that's not what I meant," y/n said, laughing.

-He nodded. His hands finding their place on y/n's body, embracing them.

-"My thighs aren't stress balls, Simon."

-"No, they're perfection incarnate. So soft, trembling, they're perfect."

-"It's fat."

-"Exactly."

-y/n chuckled and relaxed into his arms.

-"Does this mean something, us?" they murmured.

-"Yes."

-Not another question, and Simon fell into a deep sleep.

-Waking up, y/n in his arms, Simon decided he didn't want to wake up without their anymore. Enjoying the brief moments of peace, he let his thumbs trace circles on their back.

-"Hey," they murmured.

-"Hey."

-"Did you sleep well?"

-"Yes."

-"Simon, you have to let me go if we're going to get up."

-"Why get up?"

-"To eat?"

-His stomach answered for him. Simon sighed and got up.

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-"L.T., how dare ye?"

-"Soap."

-"Why?!"

-"Why what?" Simon asked, irritated, looking up from his reports.

-"Ye slept wi’ them!"

-"How do you know that?"

-"Ye smell good."

-Simon frowned.

-"So, I don't smell good usually?"

-"Na, ye smell like aftershave, but now it's soft."

-"Yes, I slept with them. Need details?"

-"AYE!"

-"Well, you won't get any. It was platonic, nothing sexual."

-"...so a nap."

-"Yes, McTavish, a nap."

-"...damn it, L.T., that's disappointin’."

-"I don't care."

-"Invite me tae the weddin’ in a century then."

-"You won't be invited."

-"You love me too much for that, L.T.!"

-"In your dreams, McTavish."

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-"So, a lovebird in your life?"

-"Not you too, Cap."

-"I'm just curious, Simon. I know how closed off you are."

-"They're the one, sir."

-"Nice?"

-"They understand PTSD and all that shit."

-"Hm, so one to keep."

-"To marry."

-"Good luck, Simon."

-"Thanks, Cap."

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-"Simon?"

-Blood. y/n, dead. Simon standing over their body.

-Gasping, he stood at his door, needing to know, to touch them, to prove they were alive.

-He hugged their, checking their pulse. It wasn't an illusion; they were there.

-"Simon, five things you see," y/n murmured, understanding he was there without being there.

-"You, my hands, your doormat, your coat, and your slippers," Simon eventually articulated.

-"Four things you touch."

-"y/n."

-"Simon, focus."

-"Your hair, your neck, your hips, your shoulders, your cheek."

-"Three things you hear."

-"Your pulse, my pulse, your voice."

-"Two things you smell."

-"My sweat, your perfume."

-"One thing you taste."

-"My blood."

-y/n nodded, and Simon opened his mouth, his teeth so tight he had bitten his tongue. His breath, still shaky, was calming.

-"I'm there," y/n murmured, not moving from his embrace.

-"Do you want to talk about it?" they asked.

-"No."

-"Let's sit on my couch, better than standing at the entrance of the apartment, okay?"

-Simon didn't let go of them for a moment.

-Hours passed, nothing could calm his paranoia.

-"You haven't shaved," y/n murmured.

-Simon couldn't articulate, he just nodded.

-"Can I do it for you? I know under your mask, it must feel better when you're clean-shaven."

-He nodded again. Slowly they guided him into their tiny bathroom, shaving him precisely, calmly, in a soothing silence. His eyes never leaving their face, Simon wanted to scream, cry, shake them, show them he was broken, reject them, make them run away but...

--they were there. Not forcing him to talk, letting him slowly come back down, anchoring him to reality.

-"You know, sunscreen and moisturizer would help your skin a lot," they murmured as they applied the lotions to his face slowly.

-"Especially with your chalky complexion," they added, chuckling.

-That sound, so soft, calmed his heart.

-"Okay," he managed to say.

-"I'll buy you some."

-"...Thank you."

-"Thank you for everything, for the crisis, for the beard, for the lotions, for not asking questions, for welcoming me into your life."

-"You're welcome," they replied, understanding the implication.

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-"I got rejected," y/n murmured.

-It was 10 a.m., they were on their balcony, the rain falling, they were sheltered.

-"None?"

-"No tattoo parlor accepted me for apprenticeship. Maybe I'm not good enough."

-"Or they're just blind."

-"Simon."

-"You'll make it, y/n," Simon murmured, taking their hand.

-"Maybe, but I... don't feel legitimate to continue."

-"Van Gogh was considered worthless all his life."

-"I hope to have recognition before death, Si'," y/n said, laughing.

-"And there it is, the smile suits you better."

-"Thank you, Si'."

-"Always there."

-they nodded.

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-"Si'."

-Late at night, in front of a cheap show, they were on their couch.

-"Hm?"

-"Are you... attracted to me?"

-"y/n."

-"I don't want big words, it's just... I don't want to be with someone who loves my personality and accepts my body out of pity. Not feeling desired, I know what that's like, feeling like a second option too, and I've never... addressed the subject with you. Being with a fat person is something different, the looks of others... it's something. And I don't want to be a secret or a shame."

-Simon observed them.

-"So I've been shitty."

-"What?"

-"Because every step, every breath, every part of you ignites a burning desire in me, y/n. I've been shitty at showing it if you think for a moment that every inch of you, every roll, every stretch mark isn't something I love about you."

-their breath caught for a moment.

-"I want to touch you, taste you, let your plump thighs around my head as I kiss you, I want to feel that belly with every bounce when we make love, I want to kiss this body."

-"I- I just wanted a yes, Simon," y/n replied, their voice rising in pitch, their gaze shifting away from the sudden warmth in the room.

-"Well, you have it," Simon added, a predatory look in his eyes.

-"Yes."

-The silence stretched.

-"Aren't you going to do anything, y/n?"

-y/n leaned in.

-"Yes."

-they kissed him.

_____________________

-"L.T., thanks again for coming."

-"No one wanted to miss this, McTavish," Price added.

-"A Scottish Hello Kitty tattoo, that's not to be missed, that's for sure," Gaz said as he entered the small salon.

-The place was peaceful, comfortable. A young woman greeted them and guided them to the artist's station.

-The men settled. Soap in the chair, the others on the chairs to support him.

-"Hello everyone."

-Price and Gaz greeted the tattoo artist, but Soap spoke up.

-"YOU BASTARD! YE DIDN'T TELL ME!"

-"Soap, what's-" Price began.

-"I don't need help, Johnny, I told you."

-"Ye didnae tell me, it's horrible, I was waitin’ and ye two, ye... how long?" he asked y/n.

-"Six months."

-"SIX MONTHS?!"

-"Wait, you're..."

-"y/n, meet Gaz Kyle Garrick and John Price. This is y/n, my lover."

-"Pleased to meet you," Price said, shaking their hand. "I'm surprised this big guy managed to find someone as lovely as you."

-"Thank you."

-"Six months," Soap repeated.

-"I wanted to tell you, but we wanted to take our time and with all my paperwork to find an apprenticeship and a place, I didn't realize how time passed," y/n admitted.

-"Wait, ye’re an apprentice?" Soap asked, terrified.

-"Yes, but don't worry, I'm not doing your tattoo today. I'm just preparing the equipment," y/n joked.

-"Oh, nae that I dinnae trust ye but-"

-"Don't worry."

-At 10 a.m., lost in a tattoo parlor watching Johnny get a Scottish Hello Kitty, y/n by his side, and Gaz and Price smiling.

-Ghost had finally found a new meaning to home, and he wouldn't leave it for anything in the world.

[itaehynz]

three’s a (choi) charm! ˙ ⋆ . ˚ ☆

08. DO THEY KNOW?

warnings: written and socmed. (written under cut!)

2:50 A.M.

you have your airpods in, keeping all sound stored in your ears, away from the quietness of your shared home hoping to wake absolutely no one. your phone begins vibrating lowly, vibrations slightly awakening your senses.

incoming facetime call: yeonjun (tinder boy #3)

you gasp softly, getting up and walking out of your room quietly hoping not to wake yunjin.

you walk into the living room with quiet steps, seating yourself on the couch and answering the phone.

“helloooo,” yeonjun says shyly. you smile at his quiet yet warm voice, saying hi back.

“why are you so quiet?” he asks, raising his brow in curiosity. “why aren’t you?” you ask, he shrugs, flipping the camera over to who you’re assuming is his roommate, who’s on his pc playing whatever game.

“he doesn’t mind me being loud so,” he adds, smiling at you. you nod and hum at his response, silence filling the air. he clicks his tongue, “date with beomgyu tomorrow, correct?”

you roll your eyes playfully, already knowing what he’s getting at. “yes yeonjun, why?” he chuckles softly, shrugging his shoulders once more. “just curious, i would be the last person to know,” you scoff, “i personally think you’d be one of the first to know, actually.”

he laughs at your response, “why do you think that?” he asks, genuinely curious. you shrug, “well for one; he’s your cousin. two, you live together and three, oh this one is my favorite, you’re apparently competing for me? how’s that?” you respond, eyebrows furrowed.

he laughs once again, shaking his head at your words, “fair enough but all jokes aside, i did know, i just wanted to see what you’d say.” he smiles, blinking slowly. you roll your eyes at him and smile softly.

“you’re so stupid,” you say, making him laugh louder. you laugh along with him, his laugh being oddly contagious and comforting. “ah, really? would i be stupid for saying it’d be better for you to go out with me instead of gyu?” he questions cockily.

your eyes widen in surprise, caught slightly off guard. “i mean, it wouldn’t be stupid but it would be pretty rude of me to just bail on beomgyu after all this planning he’s done,” you reply, frowning at the thought of beomgyu’s reaction once he realizes you bailed on him for his cousin.

“y/n, i promise you, he literally wouldn’t mind, he’d be shocked that i was able to even persuade you and probably try harder next time, if he even gets a next time.” yeonjun says, exaggerating his words. you take his words into consideration, thinking hard on his suggestion.

“okay, what would we do though? like as a date,” you ask, intrigued. he seems to think on it for a few before coming to a decision, “there’s this place i go to, they offer couples dance lessons sooo if you’re interested, i can set an appointment for you and me? for 11 am tomorrow?” he asks with a large smile plastered on his face.

you scoff and smile, “we’re not a couple though,” he rolls his eyes, “not yet at least.” he says, making your smile widen. “look, i could schedule it and if you’re not up for it by 9:30 am, i’ll cancel it and you can go on your date with beomgyu, i guess. how’s that?” he suggests with the same smile that’s been on his face since the beginning.

you laugh quietly, “no need, i’d be happy to go. i just need to figure out how to tell beomgyu somehow…” to that, he rolls his eyes at the mention of his cousins name. “don’t tell him, we can do a hard launch kind of thing and tag each other on our posts, with a picture.”

you smile, shaking your head at him. “sounds good,” you say before getting up and walking to the bathroom. you sit your phone upright, hoping it stays. once it’s positioned correctly, you turn on the water, starting your skincare routine as yeonjun watches you in awe.

“are you getting ready for bed?” he asks softly, still looking at you. you nod, cleaning all product out of your eyes. he hums, eyes still locked on you. once your eyes are able to open, you catch him staring, “what’re you looking at?” you ask as he smiles.

“i’m obviously looking at you, y/n. you’re so pretty,” he says, catching you off guard once again. you feel your cheeks rising to a burning heat, but you continue to apply your skin serum with a gentle smile.

slowly but surely, your skincare routine is coming to an end. you wash your face with warm water and dry it thoroughly. you look away from your phone for a moment and look back to see yeonjun no longer surrounded by light, he’s now in the dark and laying down.

you begin turning off all lights and walking back into your room but not before shushing yeonjun. he nods and smiles, watching as you quietly step into your room and lay down in your bed, resting comfortably under the covers.

“do you wanna sleep on the phone? i’m not implying anything but i’m just asking,” he whispers. you only nod to that as you plug your charger into your phone. he smiles at you softly once again and you roll your eyes once more, “what’re you smiling at now?” you whisper.

he chuckles lowly, “it’ll always be you i’m smiling at, y/n.” you hide your smile and only show your eyes. his laugh increases in volume, never seeming to die down anytime soon.

you quickly snap a facetime photo of him, catching him off guard. “wait let me sit up and turn this light on, then you can retake it.” he says, reaching for his bedside light.

he lays back down and hides himself under his covers, showing nothing but his eyes. “mmkay, take it like this,” he says, smiling with his eyes. you smile gently as you take the picture. “i’m gonna go to sleep,” you say, eyes filled with tiredness. he hums and says, “me too, night night y/n!”

“night night, jun.”

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[ireallyliketalldarksultrymen]

MORE STUFF FOR THE TREEBARK COFFEE SHOP AU!! this time its centered around martyns roommates: jimmy and grian (ft. references to flower husbands)

had a lot of fun writing grian and jimmys banter!! gonna clean this up later, but for now, enjoy!

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Jimmy had no plans today; classes were out of sight, and his shift at the library had thankfully been taken over by Pearl. (who he really has to thank later. She’s practically a saint with how much she checks out stacks of picture books for toddlers) 

He expected a lazy morning he’d start off by popping waffles in the toaster, sipping a cup of coffee while turning on the television. Maybe he’d start his comparative analysis essay on Hamlet and Macbeth that he’s been putting off for at least a week, the due date inching closer each day. What Jimmy wasn’t expecting was his roommate ripping the sheets off him at eight forty-six a.m.

Jimmy groaned, curling in on himself to replicate the warmth his blanket provided. “Five more minutes,” he mumbled.

He heard a sigh above him. “Tim, if you don’t wake up now, you’ll sleep in for the rest of the day.”

“So?”

Grian huffed. “So, you won’t make it to the florist shop before closing.”

Slowly, Jimmy unfurled his body, lying on his back. He brought up a hand and rubbed the dreariness away from his eyes, yawning as he did. “Why do we need flowers in the first place?”

Jimmy felt a dip in the bed next to him. “Martyn and I think the dorm’s too bland. Believe it or not, seeing white on every surface gets tiring.”

His eyes flutter open, shifting over to see Grian; he’s cross-legged, finger tapping his chin while his eyes are narrowed to the bedsheets. “Dahlia’s would do…maybe azaleas, too.”

Jimmy pushed himself, sitting hunched over. “Why can’t you go and get them?” he whined.

Grian looked up at him and shrugged. “I’m busy; got a Model UN meet later that’ll last a couple of hours.” Suddenly, the corner of his lips turned up into a smirk. “Besides, you’ll get to see that florist you’re into.”

And, oh, Jimmy hated him for that.

He fell back onto the bed, hands placed over his face as he groaned, immediately feeling a surge of warmth grow on his cheeks. 

Grian snickered. “Honestly, Timmy, there’s no point in denying you’re pining over Saul. Sawyer? Skylar?”

“It’s Scott,” Jimmy said, muffled behing his hands. “And I’m not into him. At all.”

Grian elbowed his side. “Denial is a river in Egypt—“

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence—“

“Oh, c’mon! Practically everyone we know is aware you’re head over heels.”

Jimmy removed his hands from his face, nose scrunched as he stared at the ceiling. “Sure.”

“Oh-ho-ho, I have a list!” Grian cracked his knuckles. “Well, there’s me, Martyn, Skizz, Cleo, Cub, Iskall—“

“Waitwaitwait—“ He turned over. “Skizz and Cleo I understand, but how do Cub and Iskall know?”

“Whatever’s said in Model UN, stays in Model UN.” He crossed his fingers over his heart. “Scout’s honor.”

Jimmy huffs, practically deflating. “Okay, so I might be excited to see him—but that doesn’t mean I’m in love with him!”

The blonde raised his eyebrows. “Don’t lie to yourself, Tim,” he deadpanned, “you and I both know the only reason you’ve been learning different types of flowers is to impress him.”

“I—“

“And I’ve seen the sketches of hydrangeas on random papers around this room. You’ve got some weird ways of flirting.”

Jimmy squawked. “It isn’t flirting!”

“Sure it isn’t.”

“Can’t a guy want to make friends?”

“Did you teach yourself the different methods of brewing coffee to befriend Martyn?” Grian shook his head.

“Really, Timmy, there’s not an excuse from you that’ll convince you’re not attracted to, love-struck, head-over-heels—“

“Okay, okay, I get it—“

“Hung up on—“

“Grian.”

“Obsessed with—“

“Grian!” Jimmy reached to swat at the other, but he only cackled and dodged.

“And I thought Martyn and Ren were bad.” He shook his head, getting off the bed. “Welp, have fun with Stuart!” And before he could correct him, Grian slid out of his room.

Jimmy sighed, rubbing the heels of palm against his eyes. He looked at his alarm clock, which read eight fifty-five. The flower shop was going to open soon, and he really wanted to see Scott.

He heard the jingle of his coming from his left, door opening slightly. Grian’s face peeked through the crack.

“By the way, don’t forget to tell Sloan your knowledge on annuals and perennials. I’m positive he’ll love that.”

Jimmy groaned as the door clicked shut, closing his eyes for a moment.

Today was going to be a long day.

[blingblong55]

Eternal Sleep- John Price

F!Reader, loss of a child, stillbirth (I'm not sure if this is the correct term), angst, some fluff

This super short one is dedicated to all those mothers whose babies are in eternal sleep.

Inspired by: Sign Of The Times- Harry Styles

R/N and John, are a happy couple in their early to late 30s. They met when John was a lieutenant. Met each other's parents and decided to not get married simply because they weren’t ready to elevate their relationship to a legal one.  Or that's what John says. In reality, he's afraid of giving in and failing, but he really does love her. They've been together for over 7 years, Some may say it's been the best 7 years of these two love birds' lives, but we’ll leave that up to you. 

And nearly about 8 months ago they found out they were pregnant. John got a promotion as a captain and R/N got a promotion at her office. She's now a manager of a small but important team. They’ve saved up for their baby’s life, it's not much, but it's something! Jolene is now on maternity leave and John in about 3 weeks will be on leave too.

He decided to not get any vacations since the announcement of her pregnancy just so he could save the days for their baby’s arrival, he even works extra hours too.  R/N is now at their baby’s nursery, she's placing everything they might need for when the baby arrives. She holds her stomach and looks at the reflection in the window, She feels the baby kick her belly,

  “Just a little longer my sweet angel” she smiles. John arrives, he leaves his bags at the door and walks upstairs. “How is my pretty girl doing?” He walks behind her and hugs her. She never understood how a girl like her could be with a man like him, but she was lucky nonetheless. “Pretty good for a chilly October” She looks down and watches as the kids go by, running in costumes and candy in their bags.

“Soon our little angel will be running down the streets with a bag of candy,” he says, he walks back to the hallway and turns the heat on, “I don’t want the both of you to get sick darling.” he loudly says as he walks back down the stairs. “Promise we won't!” She answers back and walks downstairs too.

“How was work? Any new drama I can hear about?” she asks, sitting down on the sofa and smiling. He laughs knowing she lives for all the gossip he’s about to give her. “C’mere, my sweet sweet r/n” 

And for the remainder of the evening, he watched her as she gasped, laughed and even added comments to all the gossip he had for her. Once he finished his rant he leaned in and kissed her, Do her lips taste like heaven, pure heaven and I’m the one who gets this glory he thought.

“Marry me, R/N, marry me darling, please” he almost whispered his words. His face got warm. And when he thought she’d say no her smile creeped in and she looked him in the eyes, “The answer is yes, but are you sure? I know you have that issue and-”

“Can I kiss you? and give you this ring?” he furrowed his eyebrows, afraid of her response. “John? You don’t have to ask me silly” She placed her hand on his chest.

“Consent above all my darling”

She nodded her head. 

He was never the one people would think he'd settle down and start a family, but the dates and many days he spent with R/N he slowly and hopelessly fell in love with her. He never thought of another woman. In fact, when another woman would tell him they bought new perfume he’d ask which one they wore because maybe his lady would like the smell of it, anything that he would see or hear about he would immediately think of her and wonder if she'd like it. If she talked about a new makeup, jewelry or any sort of product he would write it down and take her to the stores that weekend. But she always felt bad and would only get one thing, just one. 

-3 weeks later- 

R/N slept on her side and John slept on a chair beside her, patiently waiting for her to get any sort of signal their baby was ready to be delivered. At around 2 a.m. she woke up and he jumped to her side, “You think it's time doll?”She nodded and he ran to the nursery and grabbed the bags they had prepared a few days before tonight, he rushed to the car and back to her, she was already sitting on the bedside. 

The entire way to the hospital he kept checking on her, he held her hand and would often kiss it. 

Once they got there a nurse rushed outside and took her inside in a wheelchair. He waited out in the hallway and paced back and forth. He had promised her he wanted her to feel free when delivering their baby. But curiosity kicked in, and he made his way inside her room. There she was, smiling through the pain. She reached her hand for him to take, and he walked to her side and held her hand in his, “You got this, you’re so strong” he kept whispering in her ear. The nurse gave him a towel so he would dry the sweat off his forehead. When he thought everything was going right he heard alarms going off and more doctors rushing in. They pushed him aside and took her elsewhere.

A nurse told him it was so they could focus on R/N and the baby. He stayed in the room alone. Walking through the room, he called his parents, and they called hers. He cried and even prayed. He hadn’t done that since he was nearly 6 years old. A kid praying for his brother's return now praying for his girl and baby’s life. He remembered all those moments of him and her dancing in the kitchen while they baked some food for Easter and running down streets drunk and messing around.

“I think I love you!” he said as she took her hand and kept running from their friends and she kissed him, and at that moment he knew there was no other girl for him. No one could replace her, she filled up his heart, and memories. To him, she had become his gold memories, the ones he went back to when he felt sad. 

A doctor walked in, his face told what his voice couldn’t say. 

“Doctor?” he walked up to him, “She is fine, you can come in now.” John still had doubts, why didn’t he mention the baby? “And our baby?”

“Looks healthy” 

Once he walked inside of her new room for at least the next day or three, he saw them. He felt all that weight gone from him. A tear threatened to fall down, but he played strong. “Hi handsome” she whispered, her voice sounded weak, like she was sick. But he understood that she went through too much pain to even mention this. “Hey, beautiful” his voice cracked. His hands felt sweaty, but when his eyes laid on his baby all that fear and nervousness left his mind. 

“Is this angel really ours?” a nurse walked back in, ready to poke another needle on the baby’s foot. R/N nodded. “You want to hold it?” He looked at her and nodded, his smile widened. “Please,” he answered. Thankfully her bed was pretty wide and he sat right next to her. She handed her their baby. He was afraid of hurting it, “W-wow, darling….you created this, thank you. Truly thank you. Now I have these two angels with me.” he kissed the baby’s forehead and smiled. “Thank you R/N for making me a father. I respect how strong you are, seriously babe.” 

But tragedy struck. The baby stopped breathing. The nurse rushed to their side and called for backup. She took the baby off his arms and rushed elsewhere. John walked into the hallway. A security guard kept him out there. About ten minutes later a doctor came up to him. A few nurses followed behind. “I’m sorry” he paused and looked down, “we did our best, Your baby fought for every breath left in their little chest, but it wasn’t enough.” 

John took a few steps back and shook his head, the tears now became a river stream. “Please tell me this isn’t true, Our baby can’t be dead, please.” he cried and at moments his voice would give up on him. “Can I see her?” was all he was left to say. “Please, I need to see my r/n” his voice felt weak, almost like a breaking point.

“My baby, where is it? I held it but they took it away, do you have it, John?” His eyes water and his skin shivers, how is he supposed to tell her this news? “Darling, our baby” he inhales and looks at her, Her eyes are filled with joy, but when she takes another look at him it all vanishes. “They did everything they could, they even gave us this.” he hands her a teddy bear, the weight of their baby. R/N held tight and cried. She shook her head and cried for so long that he walked out and into the hallway once more, he cried out there. Holding himself. Holding the pieces of a memory, the memory of a forever sleeping baby.

[the-invisible-queer]

I feel like this is gonna make me sound both like a know-it-all nitpicking you and an insane weirdo who was way too invested in the relationship of two teenagers I don't know but. As someone who literally hyperfixated on both Nick and Miley for basically all of my formative years, and as a result just permanently has an encyclopedia's worth of useless information about their teenage selves stored in my brain even though both fixations died off years ago and I barely pay attention to either of them now, some parts of your post about them are simply killing me and I HAVE to correct and expand on it or I'll explode lol, I'm sorry it's nothing personal:

Kevin misspoke in the doc; the Hannah Montana episode wasn't when they met, they were already dating by then. They met at a charity event on June 11, 2006 according to Miley's book, with Nick also eventually calling June 11 their anniversary in Wedding Bells. IIRC Miley said in the book that Hannah Montana had only been airing for a few months when they met and the boys hadn't really done much of anything with Disney yet, which would definitely indicate emotions happening before any publicity did.

(There's also a very funny/interesting/wtf piece of lore re: this date from yearrrrrs later where Miley either mixed up the dates herself or tried to retcon her own life and gaslight everyone about public information by claiming on Twitter that June 11 was her anniversary with Liam, then deleted it, then announced her divorce very shortly after. That's not really directly related to anything we're discussing here but it was such a bizarre thing to watch happen in real time that it almost dragged me back into the fixation again as a grown ass adult, so I felt compelled to bring it up anyway lmao.)

A LOT of the og Niley Lore came from Miles to Go, where Miley dedicated an entire chapter to Nick (called "Prince Charming" in the book) and their relationship. I don't remember every detail anymore but she definitely said they clicked instantly, became boyfriend and girlfriend the day they met, and stayed up talking on the phone until like 4 a.m. that night, all of which backs up what Kevin said about love at first sight. She also explicitly said in the book that they truly loved each other and had a serious relationship despite how young they were.

A lotttttt of JB songs, especially but not exclusively the ones from the mid-to-late 2000s, are thought to be about Miley and some are very obvious if you know The Lore, but the only ones I know were ever explicitly confirmed besides the ones you mentioned are Sorry, Can't Have You and, of course, Before the Storm. The "hugs are overrated" part of SOS is sometimes thought to be a reference to the day they met, where according to Miley's book he tried to shake her hand and she told him she only did hugs, but I've always assumed that was probably just a coincidence since it seems like logistically it must have been written before they broke up and that would be a weirdly snarky line to write about your current girlfriend. Burnin' Up is also very very heavily thought to have been inspired by Miley, specifically by her look at the 2007 AMAs, which you can Google if you're interested enough; I do believe this one, which makes Selena's appearance in that specific music video much, much funnier.

Essentially all of Miley's earlier Miley songs (as opposed to Hannah ones) are also either confirmed or commonly thought to be about Nick. Also possibly of note is that some of Demi's early songs are also rumored to have a lot of Miley inspiration in them due to Nick co-writing them, which is simply amusing to me, especially considering the chances that at least one song probably ended up being partially about Nick's ex and partially about his brother. I never fixated on Demi or her music as hard as I did on these two though, so I no longer remember which specific songs were implicated here.

Nick confirmed Wedding Bells in his 'answering Google's most searched questions' video, where you could tell even he was thinking "who tf else did y'all think that one could have been about" lmao.

The messy little ping pong game Nick played between Miley and Selena for a while was definitely confirmed; I don't remember if any of them ever explicitly acknowledged it (outside of lyrics like "you love me, you like her" from 7 Things which...damn girl scalp him again), but to me and the other hyperfixated kids following along at the time, the dates alone made it obvious lol. He first got with Selena after the first time he and Miley broke up and then repeated that exact pattern at least two more times over the next few years, rarely being single for any significant length of time at all in between. Baby fuckboi behavior.

In conclusion, both of them have been pretty clear and consistent over the years that the emotions of it all came first and were very real, even if Disney may have capitalized on those emotions for publicity purposes. My specific examples are fuzzy since the fixations were dead by then but I know both of them have described the other as their first love and first heartbreak well into adulthood, including as recently as I think last year for Miley (where she revealed that the first time they broke up she asked if she could give him a hug goodbye and he said no, which is lowkey hilarious even though it makes baby Nick sound like a douche - although knowing his sensitive ass he was probably just afraid he'd start sobbing or something if she hugged him lol).

The only non-Niley piece of input I have to add is that in recent years Miley has definitely expressed negative and complicated emotions about starting her career so young, not in the sense that she didn't actually want it at the time but in the sense that like...children often want to do things that wouldn't be good for them or that they aren't capable of fully understanding the ramifications of, but that doesn't mean their parents should allow them to do those things or that they'll appreciate having been allowed to do those things when they look back as an adult. I don't know a ton about her feelings on it since again, I don't actively follow her anymore and only really see what comes across my feed, but it seems like it was definitely much more complicated than "her dad sold her to Disney Channel" or "she wasn't forced into it so it was fine." For the record I've often wondered if any of the Jonas boys have similar emotions about their young stardom, as most child stars seem to to some degree, but honestly feel like if they do we'll never ever hear about it; they just don't give me the vibe that they'd ever be comfortable talking about that publicly, especially if it involves any complex feelings towards their parents, who they seem to have much closer and healthier relationships with than Miley has with hers.

OKAY I'M DONE sorry that was a whole novel you didn't ask for but I literally have had all these stupid factoids about these two strangers just bouncing around in my head for like almost twenty years and almost never get the chance to put this wealth of knowledge to "use" anywhere, so on the rare occasions I can vomit all this up I kind of get carried away lmao whoops

BESTIE NEVER APOLOGIZE! Especially not when it comes to rambling about fixations. My blog is a safe space!

Though I wish you could add cuts in asks because RIP to everyone's dash I'll try to add tags so people with long posts blocked can ignore.

I'll be the first one to admit my fuck up with Jonas lore. Deadass don't remember anything Miley wrote in her book about Nick and I read Miles to Go twice but I have the memory of a twig.

I can't even remember what I was doing 5min ago - no joke.

Also my timeliness are SO fucking hazy - it's the trauma - because I'm learning shit I thought happened with JB in 2011 happened in 2009.

I am not the most reliable source.

Also I didn't care about Nick much back then. That's from when he was my least favorite (derogatory).

Thank you for illuminating us on the subject! I actually did learn a lot from that.

[luckyshotwrites]

Ch. 80 // Itty Bitty Issues // Day 55 Part 1

Contents (Warnings): Lynette gets to go back to work (teasing, slight angst, g/t, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on A03

Wordcount: 3,000 +

Song I correlate to this Chapter: Middle Of The Night (ViolinCover) - Joel Sunny

Side note: This chapter will be with Lynette's part in third person (I'm playing/testing with it). If it's too disorienting this far into the story, go ahead and send me a message on this post! And or if you like this better, do the same!

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(Nov. 19th, Saturday (right after eating Lynette)

Lev

He swayed back to his seat. He rested back down and ran his slightly pointed tongue across his lips. A bit of her taste still remained on them. 

He did it more so out of habit than obsession. 

Her struggle slowly simmered down, an occasionally misplaced kick or two, but that had been it. Aw, did I play with you too much beforehand? He chirped in his own mind, knowing if he projected his voice to her, she'd be too tired to hear it. 

His yellow flame framed his phone. He ran over the black screen before his hand tapped at its surface twice. It lit up and showed another new message from her. 

The weight at his stomach grew heavier, and it wasn't because of Lynette's body. He pressed his fangs together and tilted his head back. My neck feels cold. 

Bzzzt

The sudden vibration in his pocket knocked him out of it. He brought out hers. It was something that didn't shrink with her. He tapped on the screen, and he could see it was a message from someone named Wicks. 

Her phone didn't let him read it. He had to put in a pattern to reveal more options. What would she put? He smirked. She'd make it a recognizable shape, and I'd imagine it'd be something she'd find cute.

His first thought went to the Halloween party. He could vividly remember the ridiculous mascot-like costume that summoned the monster's eyes to her. He didn't expect to precisely replicate the pattern first try. 

Her phone unlocked for him. Lev snickered at the odds. 

"Your very predictable, aren't you?" His hands tapped at his abdomen. It was hard to tell she rested inside. He opened her message without hesitation. 

Wicks: I want you to send me updates starting tomorrow. 2:30 a.m. 

Updates, huh? The urge to take a picture of his abdomen and send it to Wicks was, oh, so tempting. But, his fascination with this character drove his curiosity more. Who is Wicks? Is it the brother she mentioned? If I recall, she did say she hadn't been involved with magic. 

He put two and two together and still found himself unsure whether he knew what was going on or assumed something else. It'll be fun to extract from her later. 

Lev looked back at the time on the clock, and since he had a little more than an hour to kill, he took the time to eat the rest of his cold steak, chopping it into pieces and then eating bite by bite as he scrolled through Lynette's phone. 

...

(Nov. 19th, Saturday, noon)

He had two hours left before he had to bring her back to work. 

His digits tapped at his stomach, and his other hand clutched the small wooden figurine he had made. He made a replica of the guy he was seeing tonight. He tried to capture the same detail and style as the guy previously showed him. 

Lev admired the work, running his hand along the curves of the sanded and softwood. He placed it on top of the spinning maze he made. 

He opened one of its small doors and brushed his finger across the tiny dots. It made him smile. If Lynette had known Brail, she would have found herself overwhelmed as all the doors said Lev Lawless, and the walls inside stated that they were the correct way to the exit, misleading her direction to purposefully push her to a dead end. 

He shut the tiny door and stood up. His workroom had gotten quite cluttered. He had many hobbies he had picked up from his dates littered about inside the room. Including the dartboard he trained with. 

You were so lucky Alexander decided to be petty. Since he rushed his fun, he'd love to have her around for two more days. These games have been so fun, though.

He had moved next to his door, flicking to the T.V. in the back corner. He wanted to bring another fighting game to bet with, whereas he also liked being able to observe his opponents closely. So games that required the other to look one another in the eye excited him the most. 

We should get some fresh air. Lev amused himself, going to his room to get dressed. He'd go out and get a coffee with her still inside him.

She had already been in him for nine hours. Unlike the hybrid, Alexander, Lev, much like any other monster, didn't have a limit. 

He weaved in and out of traffic, ending up at a coffee shop near the pizzeria. He got in line, only one other keeping him from getting his roasted coffee at the counter. 

His eyes danced between each customer and staff member. He eventually landed his gaze on the woman in front of him due to her "subtle" glances.

He stepped up before she paid and offered to pay it with his. 

...

Lynette

When her eyes opened, she gasped. Nothing was underneath her, and she panicked to grab what suspended her. Due to the pants below her and her quick glance up, she quickly figured out what and who it was.

He held Lynette up by the middle of her shirt back. It kept her arms from being able to successfully grab at his fingers.

"What's the matter, Lynette?" Lev said. He tipped her toward his face. "Do you find the outside world so scary that you'd rather hide away inside of me? I'm so flattered.~" He teasingly put her near his lips, "I'll gladly-"

"NO! I never want to be inside your body again."

Lev exhaled. He looks pleased with himself. "Then it sounds like you have to win your bets and everyone else's, huh?" He swung her back, "I'd love it if you could make it more of a challenge for me."

I can't do that when you all stack the games against me! She didn't want to give Lev more reasons to antagonize her, especially after his omission yesterday. Even if he ate her without reason, he treated her no different than food.

Her mind slipped back to what happened after she was swallowed. There weren't any noticeable changes. At least as Lev described, there was no unbearable smoldering heat nor any remanence of the smoothie he drank.

"The challenges are usually as fair as the coin toss," She quietly uttered.

Lev's finger poked the side of her face. He pressed at it, spinning her around slowly. Her work shirt tightened.

"I wasn't the one who won the coin toss, Lynette.~" He stopped what he was doing at the fifth swat of her tiny hand to his finger. He let her go, and she spun around as the shirt untwisted.

She couldn't stop herself and exclaimed, "You could have lied."

A minacious smug scoff left his mouth, "Why would I make it into a game otherwise? If I won every time, it'd get boring."

She held her tongue again. She felt like Lev dared her to question him further.

I don't want to give him any other ideas. 

Lynette looked away from him. Pay attention to anything else, Lynette.  She peered out the tinted windows. We're in the pizzeria parking lot? "Why did you take me to the pizzeria so early?"

Lev spoke next to her ear, "Early?"

She fixed her gaze on the building, "...what time is it then?"

Lev glanced behind her at the dashboard of his car, "1:45 p.m."

"And you JUST let me out now?!"

His eyelids lowered, resting in their usual devious position. "I was enjoying our closeness, Lynette. Is that so criminal?"

His remarks made her skin crawl. She contained her whimpers. "That's not-you're-" Don't fall for his games. "Can you take me inside and leave me on the time clock or something, please?"

He shut his eyes, still smiling, and nodded. 

Lev exited his car, not changing the way he carried her. "I would never leave you somewhere alone and so helpless, Lynette."

She wanted to say, you're a liar. 

Instead, Lynette said, "I can't get hurt, and it'll be in the pizzeria; I'll be fine."

"Right," Lev lifted her up fast, let go of her shirt, then snatched her up by the ankle. "I don't know why I keep forgetting."

"That doesn't mean you should carry me like this!" 

The dizziness felt like being on a ship bombarded by waves during a storm.

He released a pleased chuckle, "I know how to handle humans. I do it all the time." He stopped at the door, took out his badge with his free hand, and scanned it to open the door. "Though, when handling them, I generally put them elsewhere.~"

Her mind lost its functionality. How could he say things like that?! She didn't want to hear any more; lucky for her, she didn't. 

"LYNETTE!" Their jolly voice reached her. Lev perked up at it too.

"And hey, Lev! It's been a while since I've seen you two!" He said with a cheerful smile. Then he veered his head to one side, "Wait a minute, Lynette, you're smaller than I remember."

"Shrimpy, isn't she?" Lev snickered.

Don't remind me of my other obstacle today.

"I took a shrink potion Claudia made," She said with a sigh, "it's nice to see you again, June." At least he's nice... "Are you staying here late?"

The boy with rounded bottom spectacles grinned, "I'm doing a double shift today! Since Zilla is out. Plus, Edgar wasn't sure if Claudia was coming back today." June saluted, then threw his arms up with excitement, "SO I get to hang out with you!"

She needed the cold water his joy provided after experiencing Lev's heat wave. 

June looked over Lev's shoulder, "HEY, CLAUDIA!"

Lev spun on his heels and stumbled back until he hit the wall.

Lynette assumed Lev wanted sight on both of them.

The suntouched fae ran up to them and huffed, "Aw! I wanted to be around when she used it!" Her multicolored eyes darted around Lynette's body. "Can you hear fine? Be heard fine? I also made it affect a small radius around you this time, so your clothes would get small too."

She didn't even realize that before Sandra had given her a small golden clamp to allow people to hear her voice even at her size.

Lynette felt her throat. I didn't even think of that. 

"I heard every little noise from her just fine.~" Lev said as he tossed Lynette to Claudia. "Thank you again, Claudia. I really enjoyed my little extra time with Lynette." 

Claudia caught me and cradled me in her small hands. Her smile widened, "I'm glad to have tested it." She went to wave to him off and waved the hand with Lynette in it.

"Claudia!"

The innocent-appearing girl brought me to her face, "Yes?"

June patted Claudia's arm, "I don't think she likes the shaking too much."

Lynette's new friend giggled, "Sorry, you're so shakable being this small!" Claudia then lifted Lynette up, "And very edible looking."

"VERY WH-" Lynette pushed at Claudia's fingers, "Please don't get any ideas. You're supposed to be better than them! Friends don't eat friends!"

June's happiness dropped, "what? I eat my friends sometimes, they eat me, and I ate you." His lower lip quivered, "are we...not friends?" He sounded afraid of what she might say. 

"WE ARE FRIENDS! That was different! You didn't eat me against my will!" She stared up at Claudia. Who looked at the next person coming down the hall.

"Drake!" Claudia and June said in unison.

June continued, "And Alexander."

Claudia corrected the slime, "No, no, June, that's Mr. Meanie!"

Alexander's let out a partial growl, "fuck you too." His eyes locked onto Lynette immediately after. "Who's game day is it today, shrimp?"

Lynette laid limply in Claudia's hand. Can't you call me by my name? Her thoughts returned to the harmonic way her name always left Lev's lips. You know, never mind.

"Drake's." She said, "Your day's tomorrow."

Drake bobbed lazily, "Good thing I left my game in the breakroom."

He looks tired. 

June interrupted Drake, "Can I play too?"

Claudia nodded in agreement, "Me too!"

Before Alexander could open his mouth, Lynette filled the silence. "YES."

The muscular male gave her a vexed smirk. "Great." 

She didn't like his tone. And if he doesn't win today...I don't think he'll let anyone else but himself win tomorrow...dang it.

...

Drake

Today it felt harder to hold Lynette in his breast pocket. He felt grateful that she was at least far more antsy today. He couldn't take her being calm. It's mainly why holding her in his pocket bothered him so much.

It wasn't even a crescent moon this evening that was two nights ago. Not that he had been keeping up with his previous diet anyway.

He finally had the chance to set her down and away from himself. He gently lowered her onto the table, and once his fingers let go, there was a bit of relief. 

Not that the relief was totally gone. June was the only other person there with them. 

"You look so super cute small like that, Lynette!" The slime with messy bedhead brown hair said with a gleam. 

Upon reflex, Drake's ears tried to listen to June's nonexistent heart. The lack of heartbeat always threw him off and perturbed him. Is he lying? Teasing her? Or...? Drake peered past his bangs and examined June's loving expression. 

I'm on to you. He thought to himself as if June was some sort of mastermind. 

"Thanks, but I think I look better at my height," Lynette grumbled, taking a seat on the table. 

His ears picked up on her heart's rhythm, her beats were starting to calm, and he could feel himself compelled to get closer. He pushed his eyelids together and got up from his seat. 

The two watched his suddenness; he could tell by their silence. He walked toward the fridge. I need blood. He reminded himself. Though, fresh, warm, human blood sounded far more appealing. I can't bite her.

He still wanted to try. He caught someone sliding beside him while leaning over the open fridge. He peeked over the fridge door. It was Claudia. 

"Whatcha doing?"

Drake momentarily tuned into the peppy beat of her heart. Claudia only displayed it with him and now a bit with Lynette. He didn't question it.

"Getting a drink," he lowered himself and got one out of his lunch box. He decided to grab the case instead and bring it to the table. 

"Does it taste better in the pouch?" Claudia asked.

"No," Drake said as he shut the fridge door behind him. 

"Then why do you drink it from the pouches?"

"Convenience." He tried to move her away from this conversation. "It's not like I have many choices."

Claudia tipped her head back at Lynette and then back to Drake.

Drake lowered his head, "She's small right now, Claudia." He quickly continued, "And I don't want to get too used to one person's blood. That's how vampires become obsessive." Though it has been a while, hasn't it? He shook his head and looked over at Claudia. He could tell she spoke with curiosity. 

His eyes shifted to the door and saw Alexander finally going to lunch break. He's lucky he doesn't remember tastes. He'd never have to deal with that issue. 

"That's really weird," Claudia said. 

Drake gave a slight "ha, ha," like she mocked him. He forgot she was genuinely serious and blunt with her statements. "From what I understand, it used to be a lot harder for our kind to get blood from those outside our species, so our bodies naturally want to take claim over things." 

He found his shoulders rising and pushing his pecs slightly inward. The conversation talking about other vampires started to bother him. It only brought up a sour taste, and the person he wanted dead.

"Did vampires attack each other before?" Claudia walked backward in front of him so she could face him. Drake hated what she said. "It's a lot easier with all the options, huh?"

Drake's naturally and slightly clawed fingers started to sink into the lunch box. Easier. Everything was supposed to come easy to me. His thoughts began to haze. He didn't realize he was still in the break room. And the shape in front of him wasn't Claudia anymore. He felt his fangs sharpen and his body getting ready to lurch at her. 

"HEY, DRAKE, ARE YOU GONNA FUCKING GET YOUR GAME OR WHAT?!" 

Drake's shoulders sank. Claudia didn't notice or was so unassuming that she didn't think Drake would attack her.

He tilted his head over, and his bangs fell from his wine-red eyes. Their light glow was visible to everyone at the table. "It doesn't matter how fast I get the game out—you're gonna lose anyway." 

"I'm gonna make your sorry ass eat those words." Alexander's ruffled and playful frustration created a smile on Drake's face.

He was too embarrassed to ever tell Alexander he found some levity in him. You're still a massive pain in the ass, though. 

Drake refocused on Claudia when she moved closer to his face. She moved to study his eyes closer.  

He jumped and took a few steps back. He adjusted his bangs back to normal. You don't know personal space, do you? He thought to hide his abash. 

He didn't think being close to anyone right now was a good idea. He held out his lunchbox to Claudia. He lowered it down enough for her to grip it correctly. "I'm going to get the game. Can you move this to the table for me?"

She nodded and tapped its zipper before he turned to the kitchen cabinets, "Can I have one?"

Drake squinted at her, "A blood pouch?"

"Yes!"

"No."

...

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The Insiders Chapter 25: The Date- Two-Bit Matthews x Misty Hawthorne

Word Count: 1.3k

November 21, 1965

The next morning Two-Bit stood outside the school, eagerly waiting. Last night, while filled with unfortunate circumstances, led him to officially meeting one of the most amazing girls ever. Willow was something similar to an enigma and, as he spent more time with her, one that he wanted to learn about and understand more than anything. Now he had a reason to get excited to go to school. 

Thankfully he didn’t have to wait long before a familiar flash of blonde hair appeared in his line of sight. Willow had just walked up to the school with a content sort of look on her face that instantly brought a smile to Two’s face. That smile immediately widened when he realized she was in fact wearing the jacket he’d given her just last night to combat the chill that lingered in the air from last night. 

“Hey! Hey Willow!” He called as he jogged up to her, unable to contain his excitement. A smile instantly formed on the girl’s face as she turned to him. 

“Mornin’ Two-Bit,” she greeted. 

“Good morning!” He responded much more enthusiastically than she’d been expecting at seven a.m. “You sleep okay?”

“As well as I can given the situation,” she offered in response, making him frown. 

“Oh gee, I’m sorry. You really did a wonder of help last night, I mean it. We wouldn’t be anywhere without you. You’re like a little spy,” he said, trying to lighten the mood. And it worked because the girl laughed softly. 

“Glad to know that talking to my ex is helpful,” she joked as they headed inside. Her response caught him off guard, and he didn’t even attempt to hide it. 

“Your ex?” He repeated in utter bewilderment. “What’s a girl like you doing with a guy like Buck?” His reaction made her laugh as she shrugged. 

“It was a little while ago, we dated for almost three years.” 

“Three years?! Wow, I’ve never lasted over a week,” he half joked with a laugh.

“Should I be worried?” She half joked in return. 

“Oh, sure you should,” he shrugged with a toothy grin before continuing in the most nonchalant fashion. “Anyways, I’m headed to Texas after school.”

“What? Why?” She asked, caught off guard this time. 

“I read in the paper that they’re headed for Texas. I can’t stand seeing Soda so sad, so I’m gonna go look for ‘em.”

“Did the paper say who said it? Because I heard they took Dally in last night for questioning and if he’s the one that said it I wouldn’t be too quick to trust it,” she pointed out. 

“I don’t know, I’m not that smart Willow, you’re quite the detective. They should have you on the case.” 

“Nah, I’m too squeamish to look at crime scenes,” she giggled. 

“Well that’s why I could look at them and just tell you what’s goin’ on,” he retorted as if it were obvious. 

“So we’d be partners,” Willow concluded amusedly. 

“Partners in crime,” he corrected with a wide smile he just couldn’t hide. “Unless you wanna be partners in something else…” 

“Depends on if you ask the question,” the girl shot back easily as they reached her first classroom. Two blushed at that, which was not something you’d see every day, and bit his lip somewhat excitedly before speaking. 

“Well, how about we hang out first- lunch- erm… sorry- after school? I’ll take you out, treat you real nice.”

“I would love to,” she answered without hesitation, also sporting a blush. Elation didn’t even begin to describe what Two felt at that moment. He kept it under wraps, however, and instead shot her a charming smile. 

“Cool, cool… five?” 

“Five,” she confirmed with a nod as the warning bell rang. “Alright, go to class.” 

“Yeah, I’m goin’. I’ll pick you up- see you soon!” And with that he was off down the hall while Willow watched amusedly.

The end of the day couldn’t come fast enough. With every class Willow just continued to grow impatient until the final bell finally rang. She was out of her seat within seconds and was heading to the front of the school, where Two-Bit was once again waiting for her. They noticed each other at the same time, and the girl found immense joy in watching his eyes light up. 

“Hey Willow!” He greeted with the same enthusiasm as that morning, which made her laugh. 

“Hi Two. How was school for you?” 

“It was good,” he shrugged, shoving his hands into his pocket. “How about you?”

“It was fine. Miss Taylor is gonna kill me with these essays though,” she sighed out, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. 

“Miss Taylor loves me,” he drawled out jokingly. 

“Oh totally,” she joked back with a giggle. 

“I have that effect,” he said, starting to lead her to his car. 

“You’re something else,” Willow muttered amusedly. “What do you have planned for us this fine evening?”

“Well, I thought we could go get food and then take a drive?” He asked, internally hoping that she liked his idea. He didn’t have a lot of those. 

“I would like that a lot,” she answered happily. “I usually don’t eat lunch so I’m always starving after school.”

“Well then, your chariot awaits,” he announced, opening up the passenger door for her. 

“Thank you good sir,” she giggled, not missing just how much the boy had made her laugh in the admittedly short time they’d known each other, as she climbed in. While Two rounded the car and hopped in she buckled. 

“You ready for the ride of your life?” He asked with a wild grin as he started the car.

“Always,” she answered with determination. “Hit me with your best shot!” Two wasted no time in doing as she said. He slammed his foot on the gas and they peeled out of the parking lot, the boy laughing like a maniac. The instant adrenaline made Willow scream in delight before laughter overtook her. 

Two laughed as he swerved through the road, tires screeching. He was just living in the moment, then he caught her gaze for a moment, his eyes sparkling. The girls he usually picked up were never into this behavior. Usually they’d tell him to stop and/or try to get out. But Willow was actually encouraging it. He couldn’t tell if that was a good or bad thing, but he knew that he was enjoying it at that moment. Eventually though, he slowed down to an acceptable speed as they grew closer to the restaurant he had planned. 

“You’re one tuff cookie, I must say,” he said, catching his breath. 

“I like to live in the fast lane sometimes,” she answered with a shrug.

“I’ve never met a girl like you, you’re exciting,” he muttered with awed wild eyes. Willow giggled, still full of adrenaline. 

“Well thank you,” she said as he pulled up to a nicer restaurant, one that he had probably never been to. But this was sort of a special occasion because he’d found a girl he could potentially see a future with.

“Wow, fancy,” she muttered somewhat unsurely, looking at the building. 

“Yeah, I’ve never been here… I have no clue what it’s like,” he admitted through laughter. 

“You sure you wanna eat here then?” She asks amusedly, which caught his attention. 

“Where else were you thinking?” Willow shrugged. 

“Dingo maybe? Nice restaurants aren’t really my style…” she trailed off slowly, desperately hoping he doesn’t dislike her for sounding so picky. A gasp left the boy’s lips as he stared at her with a look of delight. 

“What- were you sent from heaven? Gee,” he said, starting the car again. “You just keep getting better and better.” She blushed deeply, then laughed softly.

“Aw shucks, you really know how to make a girl feel special.”

“Just part of being me,” he joked.

“Apparently,” she played along with a toothy grin. “Now, let’s go get some food, I’m starving!” 

“You read my mind,” the boy exclaimed before peeling out of the parking lot, both of them laughing on the way to a much more comfortable date.

[aiiwa]

BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS ― IWAIZUMI, KUROO, BOKUTO, AND SUGAWARA.

✗ REQUEST: i’ve been seeing all over tiktok the whole lay between your s/o thighs trend (idk if you know the trend) but i wanted to see it with the hq boys. so could i request iwa, kuroo, bo and suga🥺.

― iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurou, bokuto koutarou, sugawara koushi.

⤷ genre: fluff

⤷ warnings: suggestive content (everything i write at this point is suggestive lmao), i got lazy proof reading this but i’ll come back to it

⤷ word count: 3.1k

― a/n: i was very soft writing this hehe, also;

me to me: let’s limit this to 500 words per character

also me: almost writes 1k just on kuroo.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

after two long weeks apart, with iwa having to travel overseas for work, he had finally come back home to you. work trips weren’t uncommon, but often left you alone, missing him more and more with each day apart.

it took everything in your power to hold yourself back from jumping on him, the moment you caught sight of his bulky figure walking out of the airport terminal.

and now the two of you were on your way home. after bickering over who would drive, iwa now sat leaned back in the driver’s seat, large hand engulfing yours on your lap and the other gripping the leather steering wheel; skillfully maneuvering your car down the snowy streets. fiddling with his long fingers entwined between your own, you bring his hand up to your mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand.

glancing at you from the corner of his olive eyes, you could see his soft smile under the flickering glow of the streetlights. he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, before his focus turns back to the road.

ten minutes pass relatively quickly, with iwa shifting the gear into park outside your shared home. he trails close behind you, warm breath tickling the side of your neck and duffle bag slung over his wide shoulder, as you unlock the front door.

“welcome home.” you whisper, tilting your face up to look at him.

iwa’s quick to drop his bag, spinning you around by your hips to pull you flush against him. wrapping your arms around his neck, you giggle at the feeling of his hands dipping lower to give your ass a loving squeeze.

“i missed you, baby.” he breathes out, before leaning down to capture your lips.

the kiss is sweet and slow, you indulge yourself in the familiar feeling of his soft lips; before his tongue darts out to trace against the pout of your bottom lip, asking for permission. you moan into him as your tongues brush against each other sensually, dragging your hand from his nape to caress his jaw; you jolt away as your palm brushes against the icy cold touch of his ear.

“haji! your ears are freezing!” you hiss, both hands now tugging at his ears.

chuckling lowly, he grabs at your wrists lightly. “ah, i know...why don’t you warm them up for me?”

“huh?”

overwhelming thoughts of how exactly iwa intended for you to warm his ears up, clouded your flustered mind. in a flurry of movements, he lead you into your bedroom; freeing you from the tight denim of your high-waisted pants, and having you perched up and leaning against your fluffed up pillows. the fuzziness in your head starts to clear up at the sight of iwa stripping off his long sleeved shirt, exposing the toned muscle of his stomach and chest.

crawling towards you and parting your legs, he presses a kiss to the inner side of your knee, before he flips over and slides his read right between your legs. you blink once, then twice, watching as he grabs your thighs, wrapping them around his neck and squishing his face.

“well, this...isn’t exactly what i was expecting.” rubbing your thighs against his ears to get used to the freezing touch.

iwa hums contentedly, patting the side of your leg. “mmm, don’t worry baby, we’ll save that for a bit later okay?” heat rushes to your face as he calls you out on your thoughts. “i just wanna lay here and feel you like this for now.” you push your hands against your face, feeling how warm your cheeks are, before iwa grabs at your wrists softly, bringing them over to kiss your palms. “just lie with me, okay baby?”

with your hands caressing the sides of his face, you nod, smiling softly. “okay, haji.”

KUROO TETSUROU

working together with kuroo for japan’s volleyball association was amazing. for the most part that is. it’s how the two of you met, he’d charmed you into a first date by his second week, and it was almost three years since then.

you spent every day with your boyfriend at work, and every night together in bed. but sharing a busy week schedule filled with back-to-back meetings, interviews with athletes for potential promotional videos, and late nights in the office filing the never-ending build up of paperwork - meant weekends were very much looked forward to.

lazy sundays being your favourite.

the day usually started well into noon, both of you enjoying the extra undisturbed hours of sleep - since the blare of kuroo’s six a.m. alarm wasn’t ringing in your ears. he’d greet you with a drowsy rasp - “good morning, shorty.” - making you giggle before dragging him to share a steaming hot shower with you; . and with a towel wrapped around your head, bare legs on show underneath the hem of your boyfriend’s large shirt, you’d sway in front of the stovetop flipping pancakes while a shirtless kuroo sliced up your favourite fruits - music from his playlist playing softly in the background.

if the weather allowed it, you and kuroo would sit out on the balcony of your apartment; basking in the warmth of the sun, admiring the way his hazel eyes reflected gold. yet this sunday, a storm was raging outside.

“why is she giving a rose to that prick yamato? fuji deserves it way more than him!” kuroo calls out.

you were only half invested in the bachelorette marathon playing. rain spat against the fogged glass; heavy lidded eyes followed the trails made by the racing raindrops. you were tucked snugly into kuroo’s side, a long arm wrapped around your shoulders, and legs tangled under the softness of the new periwinkle comforter you’d bought the other day. kuroo’s laptop rested on his lap, and you jostled about as he shot an arm out to point at the screen accusingly.

“are you seeing this, y/n?! now she’s choosing sachihiro! over fuji?!”

humming half-heartedly in response, you squeeze yourself closer to kuroo; dragging your hand over his bare chest, and resting it over his heart. you could feel his heartbeat against your palm, thump-thump thump-thump, and the steady rise and fall of his chest began to lull you to sleep.

the sound of your soft snores, pulled kuroo’s attention away from the show.

“shorty, you sleepin’?”

at your lack of reply, he chuckles lowly, shifting around to put away his laptop. you were always the first to fall back asleep, especially after eating good and coming back to bed to cuddle. pulling you closer to him, he smiled at the sigh you released against him; before pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead and resting his cheek on his pillow. the smell of your strawberry shampoo wafting around him, was the last thing kuroo remembered before he joined you in the dream world.

laying on your side with half your vision obscured by the fluffy pillow under your head, you blink away the sleep as you gaze outside the window. the rain had come to a slow drizzle, with the skies still fairly bright meaning only an hour or so had passed while you were asleep.

“tetsu?” you call out.

usually the rooster head would be pressed right up against you, but you couldn’t feel or see him. attempting to twist your body around, you find your movements constricted. it was only when you tried once again to lift your leg up, that a hand slid around your knee to halt your movements.

pushing yourself up a bit, and resting on your elbow, you glance down to find your boyfriend’s head between your thighs, back of his head pushed against your pelvis. because the two of your are on your sides, the full weight of your left leg over his shoulder has his cheeks smushed together; but kuroo seems completely unbothered, in fact he’s just scrolling through instagram on his phone. when you reach a hand down to tug at his inky hair, only then does he glance up at you.

“are you alright down there?” you ask. “can you even breathe?”

“i woke up here, and i don’t plan on moving any time soon.” kuroo hums, the vibration from his throat are ticklish against your inner thighs. “i’m living my best life, wanna see my new lock screen?”

without waiting for an answer, he shows off his new lock screen - which really happened to be a live photo displaying a collection of pictures with kuroo’s face squeezed between your lush thighs. you can’t help but laugh, kuroo’s cackling joining you. slightly embarrassed at the thought of someone catching a glance at his lock screen, you pull at his hair; complaining about the possibility of being exposed.

kuroo slaps your hands away from his hair, still chuckling. “i don’t care, shorty. i look good between your thighs, don’t you think so?”

flustered, you yank on his hair again. “shut up, rooster head.”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

while waiting for bokuto to come back home to you from his training with the msby jackals, the last thing you expected was to receive a call from his teammates. it was your day off, and as you were loading the last of you and bokuto’s laundry, your phone began to vibrate - the bright grin of a certain tangerine-haired cutie flashing across the screen.

“hello?”

“hi, bokuto-san- ah, um, i mean y/n-san!”

you chuckle lightly at hinata’s correction. ever since you announced your engagement with bokuto, the younger male had started addressing you by your fiancé’s surname. in the background you can hear atsumu yelling out to you, followed by sakusa complaining about his loud mouth. you were more than familiar with bokuto’s close friends and teammates, from the countless team dinners and nights of drinks hosted at you and bokuto’s townhouse, you shared a solid friendship with everyone.

“ah, shou-kun, everything okay?”

“um, well i just called to let you know that bokuto-san didn’t have the best time at training today.”

‘oh no, poor kou,’ you thought to yourself, heart tugging at the thought of bokuto being sad. his somber moods were a rarity these days; it had actually been almost a year since he’d been in a slump, and he usually loved his trainings, so that meant today must have been extra tough on him.

“i see, thank you for telling me shou-kun.” after listening to hinata’s retelling of the events at training, with side commentary from atsumu and sakusa; you all exchanged goodbyes before ending the call.

with the chance to avoid being unequipped for bokuto’s gloomy return home, you were grateful for hinata’s thought to warn you. it gave you an hour, from his shower to the drive back home, to prepare some of his favourite things. normally it involved inviting akaashi over, but with him out of town, it left you to your own devices. though after being with bokuto for so long, it wouldn’t be that hard.

you knew your man like the back of your hand.

he was probably starving after practice, and what better than to cook some barbecued meat for him - his favourite, with the special sauce you always made just for him. after making some side dishes and rice, you set the table for the two of you, leaving the meat to stay warm in the oven while you went for a quick shower. bokuto made it know how much he enjoys the smell of your cherry bomb body wash, yet today you opted to lather on his orange body wash. knowing the smell of him on you made him crazy, you dried yourself off and decided to wear his old shirt from high school; the baby blue of ‘the way of the ace’ shirt, with the faded black characters.

you had just finished throwing your softest blankets and fluffiest pillows onto the couch in the living room, when you caught the sound jingling keys at the front door. leaping over the back of the sofa, you ran just in time for the door to open.

“kou!” you exclaimed, leaping as soon as you see his bulky figure enter through the doorway. his gym bag landed on the wooden floors with a thud, as he caught you easily in his arms. “welcome home! i missed you so much, baby!”

bokuto’s hold on you is tight. “hi, y/n…” there’s none of the usual chirp in his voice, and you squeeze him closer to you, peppering kisses on his face.

“are you hungry? i made your favourite.”

offering him a small smile at his slight nod, you slid out of his grasp, taking his hand to lead him to the dining table. when he saw the table set, barbecued meats on display, he tugged you to a halt; staring at you with round, golden puppy eyes filled with appreciation. you sat on his lap as he ate, with your arm hooked around his neck; allowing him to feed you, as he listened to you talk about your day. and when the two of you were done, bokuto offered to finish off the dishes while you lounged on the sofa waiting for him, netflix loading on the wide screen television.

distracted by the trailer of some netflix original film, your caught by surprise when bokuto slides face first between your thighs. with his cheek pressed against your pelvis, he shifts your legs over his broad shoulders, thighs almost obscuring his face from your vision if it weren’t for the frosted tips of his hair sticking out. running your fingers through the slightly damp, silken strands; you felt you relax in your embrace, releasing a contented sigh.

“kou?” he hums in response, arms sliding around your thighs as he nuzzles his face into your smooth skin. “i know today wasn’t the best, but there’s always a tomorrow. just remember that i love you so much, and i’m here...okay baby?”

lifting his head slightly, thighs resting by his jaw, he sets his chin just below your navel. staring up at you, he takes your hands in his, slippings his fingers between yours.

“i love you, y/n.” he whispers, slightly mumbled. “thank you for everything.”

giving his hands a loving squeeze, you start explaining the new movie you want to watch. and with his interest piqued, the two of you spend the rest of the afternoon in the comfort of each other; bokuto tracings patterns on your leg, and your hands tangled in his hair.

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

it had been almost a month since you and suga’s return from your honeymoon. after spending an amazing three weeks on a tropical island with your newly wedded husband; strolling along sandy beaches, scuba diving in clear blue waters, and spending warm nights making love under the stars - it was safe to say you were missing the time away relaxing.

so when daichi called your husband during the week to make plans for the long weekend, you were more than happy for a mini getaway to tokyo with your old high school friends.

and that’s how you found yourself, guava oil spread across your skin, stretched out by the poolside, and sipping your umeshu tonic through a pink swirly straw. the boys had decided to take a dip and cool off in the pool, while you and kiyoko had taken to some sunbathing. it was a little after midday, scorching sun at its peak; and the golden rays captured the sparkle of the princess cut diamond of your engagement ring resting between two matching, diamond encrusted bands.

“you’re going to blind everyone with all those diamonds, y/n.” blinking away the daze you’d caught yourself in, you chuckle at kiyoko’s teasing.

“speak for yourself, soon-to-be-mrs-tanaka.” you shot back, nodding at the glimmering engagement ring on her own finger.

the two of you giggled like little school girls, cheeks flushed and eyes closed in mirth; only stopping when a sudden wall appeared, blocking the warm sunshine, and shadowing over you. the wall being none other tanaka, suga following behind.

“kiyo~!” tanaka coos, leaning over his fiancé. “you look hot- uh, i mean it’s pretty hot, y’know.” 

kiyoko simply raises an arched brow, listening to tanaka’s rambling; which quickly turned into the latter throwing the her over his shoulder, and running back towards the pool. she hadn’t even protested at his manhandling, taking to sending you a look that said ‘what can i do?’. with the two of them gone, your full attention was set on the sight of suga.

now standing next to you, his hazel-brown eyes glanced over your laid out figure in appreciation; entranced with the way your bikini top dug into the soft flesh of your breasts, drawing attention to the deep valley of your cleavage. your own keen eyes took in the sight of his slender build; admiring the way his soaked canary trunks hung low on his hips, polyester sticking to his thighs and leaving little to your imagination. with his chest exposed, glistening under the sun as droplets of water slid down his toned stomach - it suddenly felt as if the air had become ten degrees warmer.

“hey there, this seat taken?” suga asks, tilting his head and running a hand to push back the damp, grey strands out of his face.

“oh, this seat?” you ask, gesturing to the lounge chair you were occupying.

your brow’s furrow slightly in confusion, though you gasp when he trails ticklish fingers over your thigh, before squeezing the soft flesh. “no, this one.”

chuckling, you hold your left hand up, wiggling your jewelled ring finger in front of you. “sorry sir, i’m a taken woman.”

suga just grins at you cheekily, leaning forward to press his soft lips against your own. this kiss is brief, but the lingering taste of his mango chapstick and chlorine has you a bit dazed; allowing him to part your legs and slide himself right between them. laying on his stomach, your legs rest by his sides, his fingers teasing the hem of your bikini bottoms.

“ah yes, that you are, sweetheart. and i’m the lucky man who gets to call you mine.” with his cheek is smushed against your thigh, his words come out slurred; but the dreamy look in his eyes as he stares up at you is clear.

“and i’m lucky to have you, koushi.” you whisper in return, the weight of him over you is comforting and you find yourself leaning back into the lounger; as suga nestles himself closer into you.

“mmm, i love this...laying right here between your thighs, sweetheart.”

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[yourmidnightlover]

the nickname

Summary: reader convinced spencer to let her take the reins in the bedroom... or does she?

TW: oral (male recieving), fingering, mention of overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, riding, scratching, use of nicknames (princess, love, etc.), hints at sugar daddy!spencer, age gap (not specified but i’m thinking around 10-15 years). *let me know if i missed anything*

WC: 2,912

A/N: this hinted at sugar daddy!spencer (not really hinted so much as saying it outright). I also wrote this for @anxiousblanketqueen ‘s fic contest for her birthday! i believe it’s prompt number 21. i hope you enjoy :)

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you had been together for a while, now. maybe 13 months? you bet spencer could recall - more like knew he could.

you had met when you were one of his students. you're going to georgetown on an academic scholarship because no way in hell could you pay for the full tuition when you still couldn't afford it with the scholarships.

he took a liking to you - how could he not? you were a hard worker and proved yourself to be extremely determined. on top of the obvious intelligence, you had a beauty that radiated around you. and that beauty had a touch of... innocence. and maybe that innocent beauty is what initially attracted him to you, but he'd like to think it was just your personality as a whole.

you were never one of the students who would come to his office after hours for help you clearly didn't need. you would use your colored pens and highlighters to help organize your notes, so it took a while to pack everything up to leave.

one day, when there weren't any students lined up out his door, he went to your seat as you were cleaning up. you looked up, rather surprised that your inappropriate crush was standing right by you.

"uhm... hi," you smiled at him as you put your pencil pouch in your bag, breaking eye contact for the briefest of seconds before returning your attention back to him.

"hi. i was uhm..." he cleared his throat, "i was wondering if you had any questions? you never come to the office hours for questions and i was just... just making sure," he stuttered out.

"oh," you chuckled a light, airy laugh that spencer wished he had recorded so he could replay it over and over and over. "i don't have any questions. i guess that just means that you're a really good professor - very thorough," you stood up and flung the bag over your shoulder, still incredibly shorter than him.

"than-thank you," he smiled. "i'm happy to hear that you're actually getting something out of the lessons," you began walking out of the classroom, looking back to ensure that he was following you.

"yes, i truly do," you agreed. "i'm also pretty sure i'm one of the other people who isn't auditing the class," you added.

"correct, you are," he enthusiastically gestured, another laugh leaving your beautiful lips.

"i mean, you can't necessarily blame them for just taking the class," you chuckled as he held the door open for you, you gave him a subtle 'thank you.'

"what do you mean?" he asked in a soft tone.

"i mean you- you're..." you trailed off, gesturing to his entire body in hopes to convey what you meant. he just looked at you with a confused taste, letting you know you needed to elaborate. "you're very... attractive, professor reid."

"oh-that's very... thank you," he blushed as you halted by the bus stop.

"of course," you turned around, looking up to meet his eyes. "so... wait, what time is it?" you asked rather frantically.

"it's," he looked at his silver watch adorning his wrist, "6:27."

"shit," you swore for the first time in front of him, underneath your breath.

"wha-what is it?" he asked, perplexed as to why you would be so frustrated.

"the last bus leaves at 6:15 and i've missed it," you huffed out, trying to compose yourself before checking your bag and realizing, "i forgot my key and my roommate is at her girlfriend's house."

"is there anything i could do?" he asked concerned.

"no i can... i can just stay at the library. i should probably study up anyway," you tried to laugh it off although you knew it was pointless... he was a profiler for christ's sake.

"the library? y/n, this might seem a bit inappropriate but i have a spare room you could stay in until your roommate gets back," he offered kindly.

so, you took him up on his offer.

you slept in his spare room after he got you both takeout. you laughed and talked for what seemed like meer minutes but turned out to be until 1 a.m. you talked about string theory and the leonard euler's paradox. he gave you interesting facts about tortoises and achilles.

that little hangout session turned into countless hangouts over the span of three months. and then he asked you out on a real date once you finished at the top of his class - and not just because you were his favorite.

the first time with spencer was... beyond delightful. he was captivating with the way he worked against and for your body. it was almost as if he felt like his sole purpose on earth was to please you. he was eager, yet patient with the way his tongue flicked and sucked at your skin.

he was such a dominant personality in the bedroom, which was extremely appreciated since you didn't have much experience in that arena. but now that you were more versed in that world, you wanted to experiment a bit more.

casually, he began to pay for your things. it wasn't so head-on at first. it would be paying for your groceries, or buying all of your college books for you. but then it got a bit bigger. when your roommate couldn't give you the necessary half of the rent that was due and was beginning to be a nuisance, spencer quite literally let you move into his place. he would pay for your car's repairs and bought you jewelry consistently.

one time, as a joke, you called him your sugar daddy - mostly because that's how he acted. he just didn't like the term. he felt as though it made your relationship together seem one-sided when you were, in fact, very in love with the man. you came to realize it also made you seem like a gold digger, which you weren't - even though the money is a nice plus. so, you relented and didn't say that again.

spencer never really had much time off now that he was working back at the bau and traveling but now, you had him to yourself for a whole week. you had been planning this since he told you when he'd be off.

step 1: look sexy - you always looked sexy to him, but feeling sexy would also be a plus.

step 2: surprise him while looking sexy - absolutely devious.

step 3: seduce him - when doesn't he want you? exactly.

it was foolproof.

you had gotten the text 15 minutes ago that spencer was on his way back to his place, wanting you to meet him there once he had settled in. little did he know that you were in a sexy little white number - the white reminded him of your innocence which really got him going - lying in wait for him in a pair of heels. you sat in one of his reading chairs, deciding to pick up a book until he got home.

when you heard the jingling of keys coming from the other side of the door, you assumed your position. the chair was turned toward the door, you sitting pretty with one leg crossed over the other.

spencer walked through the door, hanging his coat and briefcase up before finally noticing you. his eyebrows shot up, looking your body up and down hungrily.

"wow," he smiled a wicked grin as he slowly made his way to where you were sitting. you stood up, heels clicking as they hit the floor and walked closer to him.

"i wanna try something," you placed your hands on his chest, pushing him back slightly until he was forced to sit down on the couch.

"and what would that be, princess?" he asked, hands stroking your hair that was cascading down your back.

"i..." you bent down to whisper in his ear, "i want to be in charge tonight," you placed a soft kiss below his earlobe, feeling his body shudder subtly at the proposition.

"are you sure you can handle that?" he chuckled, hands roaming to your waist and grinding your hips down on his.

you almost gave up. almost. you grasped his hands, placing them on the arm of the couch before getting close to his face. your lips were almost touching before you whispered, "no touching today, pretty boy."

you felt his hips rut up against your core, you chuckled at his eagerness. you decided to throw him a bone and ground down, hard, against his hips. the groan he let out was low and enticing, nearly enough to allow you to give him whatever he wanted.

"bedroom," you whispered against his neck before getting off of his lap, allowing him to scurry to the room. "take off your clothes while you're at it!" you giggled under your breath as you heard his clothes shuffling, telling you that he was obeying your request.

you waited a couple of minutes until you went into the room, wanting to have him go a bit insane like he normally did to you. when you walked in, he was laying on his back on the bed, just like you wanted. his cock was already red and leaky, prominent as it bounced on his tummy.

"good boy, spence," you giggled, walking over to him and straddling his legs.

once you were settled, you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before trailing them down his torso, leaving the occasional hickey scattered on his chest. traveling kisses down his happy trail, you traced the vein on his dick and watched it twitch up and hit his stomach once again you giggled at the reaction.

"now i understand why you like so much responsiveness," you chuckled as you pressed a soft, barely-there kiss to the tip of his cock, he hissed once again from the contact.

you slowly took his cock in your mouth, agonizingly slow, and flattened your tongue at the base. one you got him as far down you could manage, you began bobbing your head just as slow. his hands flew to your hair, trying to force you to go faster until you swatted them away.

"should i tie those up?" you threatened, your hand working at his member as you spoke.

"are you fucking kidding me?" he swore, clearly agitated by your antics.

"no," you squeezed his dick for punctuation, the way he grunted made the wetness pool in your underwear. "i'm not kidding you."

you took him in your mouth once more, bobbing your head far more vigorously than before this time, just to spite him. hollowing your cheeks, you swallowed around him and began gagging around his dick before coming back up for air.

"fuck," he whispered underneath his breath, not wanting to let you know just how much of an effect you had on him.

you smiled to yourself and continued your antics until he was spilling all down your throat. you didn't stop there, you came back up and let your hand continue pumping his member slowly.

"shit," he hissed from the stimulation.

"shhh," you put your free finger up to his lips.

you gave his dick a few more strokes, curses leaving his lips delightfully before you drew your hands up his body once more before straddling his lap. after moving your panties to the side and slicking his cock with your arousal, you ground against him leisurely, trying to tease him a bit more. you unclasped your bra, throwing it somewhere in the room. finally, you reached between the two of you and lined him up with your entrance.

"are you sure you can do this?" spencer asked, not to entice you, but to make sure you were alright.

"there's a first for everything," you chuckled, knowing you had never been on top before.

you had never been on top before - you'd like to blame your lack of experience. you knew it might be hard to keep up the pace, but you were determined to make not only yourself but also make spencer feel good. that's all you've ever wanted. that's what you're meant to do - make him feel good. so no matter what it took, you'd make it happen.

you slowly lowered yourself onto his dick, being wary of how much bigger he felt from the new angle.

"shit," you whispered, your hands resting on his chest in attempt to ground yourself. "oh god..." you trailed off, feeling your dominant personality fade away as the pleasure overtook you.

"keep going, princess," he spurred you on, his hands finding your waist and rubbing gentle circles on your skin. "you've got it."

so you rose on your knees until only his tip was inside of you for you to lower yourself once more. you whimpered from the feeling of him re-entering your body, your pussy clenching around him as if he were an intruder.

"doing so good for me," he grasped your waist a bit tighter so he could help you rise and fall on his cock. "fuck, it's so good."

"d-doctor, i-" you stuttered, the persona nearly entirely gone and nowhere to be seen as he continued to move you up and down.

when you learn forward, your face hovering over spencer's chest, he took the opportunity to wrap his arms entirely around your waist. before you knew it, he was slamming his length into your pussy over and over and over and over again.

"oh! oh my god," you moaned, your voice reaching a higher octave as he drilled into your body in the most pleasurable way imaginable. "don't stop! don't stop! ple-please!" you screamed out, your hands wrapping around his torso and squeezing his body to ensure that he was there - present.

"i won't, princess. just let go. let go for me," he pressed a kiss to the top of your head so sweetly in contrast to how he was fucking you.

"i'm cumming! oh god, i'm cumming, spencer!" you cried out as you released the tension from inside of you.

only spencer wasn't done yet, so he took himself out of you, and he placed you on your back before reentering you. he moved in and out of you at a godly pace, trying to get himself to his climax before you would become too overwhelmed from the overstimulation.

"spen- spencer," you scratched at his back, surely leaving red marks for him to ogle once you were through. "i-i'm close," you sucked lightly at his earlobe before he moved his hand between the two of you, circling the little bundle of nerves at your crest.

"my little insatiable bunny, huh?" he smiled as you whimpered into his ear, nearing your second release. "loves my cock a bit too much, huh?"

"please! fuck!" you shouted out as you came on his dick, pulling at his hair. the clenching and fluttering of your pussy finally sending him over the edge, his hot release flooding your insides.

"fuck," he groaned into your ear as he carried the two of you through your releases. "good job, princess," he pressed a kiss to your neck as you stroked his hair, playing with it as you were still coming down.

"i'm sorry," you frowned once he pulled out, finally making eye contact as he lay down beside you.

"what for?" he asked incredulously.

"i just... i wanted to make you proud and i couldn't even finish without your help," you explained in a whiney manner, not allowing yourself to meet his beautiful eyes.

"hey," he grasped your chin to force you to make eye contact. "i love it when i have to help you reach that high. that's not something to be embarrassed or upset about."

"i know but i wanted to ride you and i couldn't even do that," you rolled your eyes.

"it takes time to get used to doing that," he chuckled. "and besides, riding someone on the bed is never a good way to begin. the couch is always better - that way you have the back of it to hold onto."

"really? so it's not that i'm just terrible at being a top?" your eyes widened with hope, he smiled at your eagerness.

"i think you could be a switch but it needs a bit of work, my love," he brushed your hair behind your ear before seeing your disappointed gaze and adding, "but i'll bet that with enough practice i could start calling you my little bunny, yea?"

"really?" you perked up at the proposition. "i want you to call me that."

"well then, i guess we better start practicing," he grinned before leaning in and giving you a sloppy kiss, his hands flying to your waist as he stood the both of you up to go to the couch.

needless to say, with spencer's guidance you were able to master the art of riding him. and you got that special little nickname, too.

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[letskookandbaek]

It Was You All Along | Jeon Wonwoo

Wonwoo ain’t even my bias but somehow my first published story of a Seventeen member is him 😂 . This man is one hell of a bias-wrecker. Enjoy! xx

- Wonwoo x Reader

- Word count: 1037 words

- Genre: Fluff, Friendship, Non-Idol! au, College! au

- Warnings: Cursing, mentions of sex, mentions of cheating.

The sound of your favourite series plays on the television but neither you nor Wonwoo were paying attention to the episode. The tears that you tried so hard to hold back were threatening to fall any moment while Wonwoo who knew you so well realized he had fail to distract you yet again. 

“We could go for a Mcdonald’s run right now if you want” Wonwoo softly suggested as he turned to look at you. It was 1 a.m. when Wonwoo drove over to your place after you texted saying that you couldn’t sleep. Without hesitation, your best friend since middle school rushed to your side knowing that you needed him the most during this time. 

You recently broke up with Soonyoung after dating unofficially for a month. Everything was going so well and you were ready to commit officially which was something incredibly tough for you to do. But yet again your trust was broken. Soonyoung just had to cheat. Did the universe love playing these sick games on you? Why did every guy you ever dated had to wrong you one way or another? Were you the problem?. Sure 3 potential guys weren’t a large number and you did stay single for some time to focus on yourself, but were these failures merely a coincidence or a result of your poor judgement?. You don’t know. 

Wonwoo on the other hand has watched you go through all of your failed experiences and his heart breaks every single time when he has to watch you be depressed and wallow in your sadness. It wasn’t the you he knew best and he hated  seeing you in such a state. On top of that, he also felt guilty since you knew Soonyoung through him. He had to fix this. “You know what? Fuck Soonyoung” you finally spoke as you angrily wipe your tears with the back of your hand. “Yes, fuck him” Wonwoo encouraged. 

“No no, not that fuck him. I meant fuck him.” Wonwoo corrected himself after you gave him an unreadable expression, afraid he might have said the wrong thing. However your next reply completely caught him off guard. 

“Unfortunately, I did” you sighed as you walked to the dining table to pour yourself some water. “You actually fucked Soonyoung?!” Wonwoo stood up, half shouting. You swear to God you never knew his eyes could bulge out that far out until then. “It’s a given, we were dating” you shrugged, not understanding what was the big deal. You’ve walked in on Wonwoo having sex with some random girl from campus before and he knew about your entire hookup history, so why would it be a big deal if you had sleep with Soonyoung?. Then again you realized Wonwoo hasn’t been actively dating nor hooking up with anyone for the past couple of months which honestly still surprises you. 

“Right, sorry, maybe I feel a little weirded out because I know the dude” Wonwoo calmly replied as he sat down, adjusting his glasses. He felt somewhat embarrassed at his sudden outburst, it wasn’t like him to do that. He has always been the calm and level-headed one between you both. You on the other hand found his reaction really sweet and amusing. You took long playful strides toward him after drinking your water. 

“Are we still on for the Mcdonald’s run?” You spoke in a baby voice as you wrapped your arms around Wonwoo from behind the couch. Your cute little pout was way too enticing for him and he wished he could’ve just kissed you passionately there and then. You felt something shift in the atmosphere from the way Wonwoo was looking at you with his eyes half-lidded. You thought the silly crush you had on him had vanish after you started actively meeting other guys but just one look and you’re done for. If there were no consequences, you would gently take off  his glasses and kiss his entire face with no hesitation. 

Wonwoo has been by your side through thick and thin and while you both did have your fights from time to time, you both equally adored each other just as much. The word inseparable would be the best word to describe your friendship with Wonwoo and everyone who knew the both of you would agree. “Let’s go” Wonwoo broke off the gaze as he ruffled your hair messily, a gesture you were so used to receiving. He quickly walked away to retrieve his car keys, afraid you might see his face reddening while you stood there watching him as an epiphany hit you. 

So it was you all along, Jeon Wonwoo.

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A/n: Hoshi/Soonyoungie is a sweetheart I swear~ please keep loving our hamster/tiger big baby! (although imagining him as a bad boy is another vibe on it’s own teehee). Also I don’t romanticize cheating in any way!

[johnsamericano]

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3:00 a.m. Your husband hadn’t arrived yet, he was supposed to be on an important mission, a dangerous one too, for what you’d heard. Worried about him, you decide to leave the house to look for him.

mafia!au ✤ ☾

𝓓𝓪𝔂 2:

мσσи тαєιℓ

Mr. Moon is an extremely busy man, but he’s more than willing to give up some of his valuable time for a little someone.

dilf!taeil ® ✤

𝓓𝓪𝔂 3:

ѕυн נσнииу

Your childhood friend, Johnny, had become your husband. But he couldn’t be more different from the little boy you used to adore.

arranged marriage!au ® ☾ ✤

𝓓𝓪𝔂 4:

иαкαмσтσ уυтα

Your boyfriend wasn't who you thought he was, nevertheless, a curse -which turns out to be a blessing, after all- might be just what you needed to regain your freedom.

Yandere!au ☾

𝓓𝓪𝔂 5:

qιαи кυи

You’re stuck in your office with your boss for the rest of the night, he proposes an innocent chess game to pass time.

ceo!au ® ✤

𝓓𝓪𝔂 6:

кιм ∂σуσυиg.

What happens when the prince, next in line for the throne, finds out his lover is engaged to someone else?

Royalty!au ® ☾

𝓓𝓪𝔂 7:

тєи ℓєє

Your mother hires the most wanted tailor in town to design a new dress for the ball, who turns out to be completely different from what you’d expected. But you couldn’t allow yourself to catch feelings for him, not when you were finally so close to marrying your childhood crush.

19th century! au ® ☾ ✤

𝓓𝓪𝔂 8:

‎נυиg נαєнуυи

Jaehyun had been your sugar daddy for about a year now, and you were not oblivious to the special treatment he’d give you. But you didn’t expect him to confirm your suspicions on a very special night.

Sugar daddy!au ✤ ☾

𝓓𝓪𝔂 9:

∂σиg ѕι¢нєиg

He’s always had a hard time expressing his feelings, and you completely understand that. However, everyone has their breaking point, and he can't do anything but try and fix things before it's too late.

idol!au ☾ ✤

𝓓𝓪𝔂 10:

кιм נυиgωσσ

You had to paint a human portrait for your final project, but no one seemed to be available to help you. That is until you find the most perfect human being sitting in the cafeteria. He had to be your model at all costs.

college!au ☾ ✤ ®

𝓓𝓪𝔂 11:

ωσиg уυкнєι

Rumor has it that the school player, Lucas, was finally ready for a formal relationship. Everyone was wondering why, but the moment they saw him chasing you with a flower bouquet, they realized the correct question was who.

fuckboy!au ☾ ✤

𝓓𝓪𝔂 12:

ℓєє мαяк

After three years of not seeing each other, you meet your ex boyfriend again, only that you’re not alone. You have a child by your side, who looks oddly similar to Mark.

baby daddy!mark ☾ ✤

𝓓𝓪𝔂 13:

χιασ ∂єנυи

A handsome stranger had been visiting your dreams for a while now, delivering an immense amount of pleasure that had your legs trembling the next morning. You thought he was a mere product of your imagination until you decided to pull an all nighter, coming face to face with the man of your dreams.

incubus!au ®

𝓓𝓪𝔂 14:

ωσиg кυинαиg

There’s a hitman in town, and it’s Hendery’s job as a detective to catch them before more people die, but what if the person he’d been looking for all that time turned out to be the one he loved the most?

reader hitman (kind of mafia-ish)!au ☾ ✤

𝓓𝓪𝔂 15:

нυαиg яєиנυи

After your date was canceled, your roommate decides to make your favorite dinner to cheer you up, but letting you drink a whole bottle of wine to accompany your food might not have been his smartest idea.

roomate!au ☾ ✤

𝓓𝓪𝔂 16:

ℓєє נєиσ

You were supposed to be his rival, but then why would his heart flutter every time you looked at him, why would his heart fill with anger every time your partner touched you?

figure skating!au ® ☾ ✤

𝓓𝓪𝔂 17:

ℓєє ∂σиgнуυ¢к

Maybe asking Donghyuck, the least patient person you knew, to tutor you for anatomy wasn’t the greatest idea you’d had.

®

𝓓𝓪𝔂 18:

иα נαємιи

Na Jaemin, your guardian angel, made the terrible mistake of falling for you.

angel!au ☾ ✤

𝓓𝓪𝔂 19:

ℓιυ уαиgуαиg

A very peculiar boy visits your shop, asking to get a tattoo on the back. It’s a rather big one for someone’s first time, but you don’t object. The tattoo had to be done in different sessions, in which you got to know the boy better and found out he was nothing like you'd thought he'd be.

tattoo artist!au ✤

𝓓𝓪𝔂 20:

σѕαкι ѕнσтαяσ

Your new intern is without a doubt, a bit of a handful. But every time you try to fire him, he flashes you that adorable eye smile, erasing all of your previous thoughts.

reader ceo!au ✤

𝓓𝓪𝔂 21:

‎נυиg ѕυиg¢нαи

After watching his relay cam, you decide to make your own custom shoes, which turns out messier than expected.

✤

𝓓𝓪𝔂 22:

zнσиg ¢нєиℓє

Chenle has finally found the love of his life. The problem? She’s a busy hospital resident. But he doesn’t mind faking an injury every once in a while so you can heal him.

hospital (kind of)!au ☾ ✤

𝓓𝓪𝔂 23:

ραяк נιѕυиg

Your classmate, the shy boy, decides to finally confess his feelings towards you. But nothing goes as planned.

college!au ✤ ☾

[bnhabadass]

It was two in the morning. You hated being out this late, but here you were, walking home in the middle of the night with blisters around your heels and no coat thick enough to keep you warm.

Your date did not go as well as you had hoped. Saying that was actually quite an understatement. When you arrived at the bar, Keigo bought you a drink. When you declined a second one, already feeling quite buzzed, he practically ignored you for the rest of the night.

You watched him flirt and dance with other girls even though he had refused to dance with you when you asked. By the time an hour went by and you asked him to take you home, he side eyed and completely ignored you, pretending like he didn’t know who you were as he gave empty promises to another girl, also dumb enough to fall for his words.

You left without telling him, huddling into yourself as you stopped by a nearby diner, not the one you’re employed at, and ordered a coffee and a sandwich, something to soak up the drink you had consumed.

You’re not sure what was in the drink Keigo had ordered for you, but it was something strong. Your head was pounding and the diner’s fluorescent lights made your eyes water as you started to sober up.

It was around 1:00 a.m. when you were done at the diner, and as you left, you could see Keigo and that other girl leaving the bar, giggling, and hopping into his car, going to what you assumed would be his home.

As pissed off and annoyed as you were that he left you stranded in a part of town that was unfamiliar to you, another part of you couldn’t find it in your heart to care. Yes it hurt a little, especially since it would have been your first date in a very long time, but maybe this was a sign that you didn’t like the guy as much as you thought you did. Looking back, sleeping with him was not something you had ever intended on doing, and that was clearly all he had in mind.

You aimlessly wandered around town, keeping your purse clutched to your chest and your keys between your fingers just in case. You browsed the signs of shops and restaurants you had never seen before, making a mental note of which ones looked interesting to you. If you remembered what direction Keigo came from, coming home shouldn’t have been too tricky.

You had thought about calling a taxi to come get you, but if your instincts were correct, Dabi and the majority of your housemates would be awake and you didn’t want to have to explain to them why your date didn’t just drive you home himself. Besides, taking the train home would be cheaper.

The shoes you wore were not meant for walking, let alone just standing. They scraped over the tops of your feet and your heels chafed against the backs, leaving them blistered and bruised. By the time you had made it to your front door, you felt like a swollen icicle. Everything was hurting.

You pushed the sticky door open and slipped off your shoes, tiptoeing up the stairs. You were happy to be welcomed by the warmth emanating from your home. Your goosebumps felt like they were melting off.

The lights were dimmed and the living room was empty, save for Dabi working on his laptop in front of the TV. You’re not sure why he doesn’t just work in his bedroom. He has a perfectly functioning desk in there already.

“How was your date?” he asked, not bothering to turn around and face you.

You couldn’t bear to do anything but roll your eyes at his mock question. There was no way he wasn’t expecting you to say the truth, to tell him how awful he treated you and how you were forced to walk home in the harsh wind because he abandoned you for someone else. He probably wanted to hear that he was right, that you were so sorry for ever bickering with him about it because you should have listened to him to begin with.

Instead, you plastered on the most convincing smile you managed to form and waited for him to look at you. “It was really fun!” you lied through your teeth. “He took me to a nice restaurant and then we went to a bar and did some other things.” You let him imagine what those other things could have been before continuing. “I swear I danced so hard my feet are blistered.”

He eyed your feet and winced at how much pain they looked like they were in.

“But I’m exhausted so I think I’m gonna head to bed.” You didn’t wish him a good night and neither did he. When you were in the confines of your room you let your smile drop and finally let the pain of your feet sink in.

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The next week was incredibly stressful, not just for Dabi but for everyone in the house. With midterms approaching, everyone was on edge. Dabi had actually managed to show up to every class that week, only because he knew he would fail if he didn’t.

Toga, Bubaigawara, Shigaraki, and Spinner were equally as stressed, but you seemed to be on a whole other level. Not once had he seen you without your hair pushed out of your face, coffee in hand and highlighter behind your ear. He’d hear you repeating your notes to yourself and bouncing your leg up and down every night, and to be honest, he was getting somewhat sick of it.

“Can you stop with the fidgeting?” he asked you one evening when you were tapping your nails against the kitchen table.

“Can you pass my exams for me?” you asked without a second to spare.

He would have been fed up with your attitude if he wasn’t just slightly turned on by it. Luckily Dabi wasn’t the only one who noticed how upcoming exams were treating you. More than once, Toga had to remind you to hydrate and eat something that wasn’t a convenience store bento-box.

Even Shigaraki, someone who never treated any of his roommates with respect, gave you an incredibly off-putting pep talk on how grades don’t matter and how the college system is setting students up for failure in a capitalist world that not everyone fits in. If only you weren’t so busy stressing over vocabulary words and the essays you had to write to concentrate on what he was saying.

At least you had break to look forward to. Most of your roommates said they would be going home for the week or just leaving town for a few days. The only ones who would be staying in the house were you and Shigaraki, which was a little intimidating to you. But Toga assured you that she’d only be gone for three days. Jin and Spinner would be gone for the full week, and Dabi, well, you weren’t sure about him. All you knew was that you wouldn’t have to see him for the next week and you were more than relieved.

You weren’t sure what was going on with him, why he lashed out at you like that, but you were pissed. He had no right to shame you for wanting to have fun, especially when your fun was so similar to his own.

He got more and more on your nerves with each passing day of the week, and by the time midterms were close to being done, you couldn’t wait for him to leave your presence entirely. He didn’t say anything in particular that got to you, but being in his presence everyday had you grinding your teeth in fury.

“What happened between them?” you heard Spinner ask Toga one day after you snapped at Dabi for lighting his third cigarette that afternoon. After he told you to eat shit, you decided that studying at the noisy library on campus would be better than being stuck in the lung cancer-ridden hell hole you call home. So you barged to your room to slip on your jacket and shoes before heading out.

“They’re fighting,” is all Toga said.

But the week eventually came to the end, and after you submitted your last paper for grading, you let out a happy cry of relief. By that point, Spinner, Jin and Dabi had already left. Toga was still packing up her bags in her room. She was set to leave early the next morning.

You decided to saunter into her room and say goodbye before she left. After all, you would definitely be asleep early in the morning. “Need help packing?” you asked from her doorway.

Looking up from her suitcase, she smiled. “You finished your paper?”

“Yep. Turned it in eight minutes before the deadline.” You plopped onto her bed and let the sound of the squeaky springs resonate throughout the room.

Toga’s room was the third and final room on the main floor. On the other side of the living room, away from yours and Dabi’s, Toga’s room was in a little nook hidden by the staircase. It was a bit smaller than yours but she didn’t mind. She even claimed that she liked the feeling of the walls hugging her close. Toga’s bed was in one corner directly under a small window that let in a minuscule amount of light. Across from her bed was her desk, which was always cluttered with box cutters and scissors and other random sharp objects which you never understood why she had.

It was a dim room and it was hard not to trip over stuff, especially when it was as cluttered as it was now. Even though she’d only be gone for three days it seemed as though she was packing up her entire wardrobe.

“Careful walking around,” she said, grabbing a kitchen knife which was hiding under a dress she had discarded.

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed one of the stuffed animals off her bed and leaned forward into it. “So it’s just gonna be me and Shiggy for the next three days.”

She let out a cackle not unlike a witch in a Disney movie. “That’s gonna be entertaining. He’s not actually that bad when you get to know him. I get he can be intimidating but he actually cares about the people he lives with.”

“That’s nice.” You stifled a yawn. “Do you know how long Dabi will be out of here?”

She paused her packing and looked up at you. Her signature sharp-toothed grin spread across her face and her canines appeared as if they were staring directly at you. “I’m not sure. Why do you ask?”

It was obvious to you that she did know and was just hiding it. You’re not sure why she would keep it a secret, but whatever reason she had was grating on you. “I just want to know how much freedom I have before being stuck seeing his unlawful face again. I swear, everytime he looks at me it’s like he’s about to take a shit in my salad.”

She barked out a laugh. “(Y/n), you’re wonderful. I can see why he likes you.”

That struck a nerve. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Toga just continued humming a song and packing instead of answering your question.

“He doesn’t like me. Well maybe he did at one point, but he’s an ass to me now.”

Still humming her song.

You laid back on her bed, hands under your head as you looked up at the ceiling. “I just can’t wait until he graduates so I won’t have to see him again.”

That made her pause. Dabi was a junior, just like her. She knew that they only had a year after this semester, one more year of living in this house and one more year of going to school with all her friends, and the thought saddened her. “You probably won’t feel that way when the time actually comes.”

You turned your head over to face her. “What do you mean?”

She shook her head. “It’s nothing. Wanna help me take these down to my car?” She pointed to a box labeled “Last Sem. Textbooks” which sat next to another box full of sharp and pointy objects.

“Sure.” You rolled out your shoulders and got ready to grab the box of books.

Toga drove a small white car with death metal bumper stickers littering the back. You could see that it was already packed full of bags and boxes she was taking home. It took awhile before you found a free area at the foot of the passenger seat for the textbooks.

“Spring cleaning?” you asked, shivering from the near-winter air.

“Yeah, something like that.” She threw her suitcase in the trunk and slammed the door shut. The two of you stood there in awkward silence. “Don’t overwork yourself while I’m gone.” She reached over and squeezed your hand. “And if your boss pulls anything funny I’ll cut him deep.”

You let out a giggle and then reached over to hug her. “Have a safe drive. I’ll probably be asleep when you leave.”

She squeezed you back in a bear hug. “I will. And if Tomura is an ass to you, I’ll let him have it.”

You loved these sisterly moments between you and Toga. In fact, you loved bonding with almost everyone you lived with. Before responding to a shitty advertisement on one of the school’s forums offering a room up for grabs, you never really had anyone looking out for you. But Jin was funny, Spinner let you game with him, Shigaraki was intimidating but always seemed to be looking out for his friends, and Toga was the closest thing you had to a big sister on campus.

You didn’t realize how much you loved living with them all until that moment. And you really couldn’t wait until they got back from break.

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[rosy-n0tes]

Traveler! Aether + Lumine with a gender-fluid S/O | Headcanons

I’m not gender-fluid myself so sorry for any mistakes that may appear in this fanfic!

This doesn’t have to be a romantic thing it could be seen as platonic but there are hints every now and then of a relationship

Content below the cut

- Would be very confused at first

- He’ll try his best to work with your preferred pronouns but might get them mixed up a bit

- Give him like a week or 2 to fully understand the pronouns and such

- If someone uses the wrong pronouns on you he’ll definitely correct them in the nicest way he knows

- He’ll pamper you with kisses to make you feel better if someone was being tr4nsph0b!c to you

- If anyone were to be tr4nsph0b!c to you then he would probably ask Eula to help him seek revenge or do it himself. He most likely won’t since he’s too kind

- Overall very supporting!

- Like Aether she’s pretty confused but would understand it easier than Aether

- Once she really gets used to it she won’t mess up your pronouns

- Just give her a day or a week to get used to the pronouns and such

- If someone uses the wrong pronouns she would instantly be correcting them. She doesn’t care if she’s acting mean or nice she just wants to make sure no one uses the wrong pronouns

- She’ll take you on little picnic dates or cuddle with you if someone was being tr4nsph0b!c to you

- If she knows who the person being tr4nsph0b!c to you is then expect for them to be apologizing to you the next day

- She’s very supportive!

Creation date: December 30, 2021

Second fanfic (on this account)!! Feeling pretty good about it

Decided to do this at 1 A.M (It’s 2 A.M when I finished) so yeah sorry if it’s not that good

I might do one but with abyss! Aether and Lumine (In this one they lost their twin so they’re more known as the traveler) or maybe them with a pangender s/o (Since I’m pangender myself)

Well hope you enjoy this!

Disclaimer: None of the character mentioned belongs to me nor does Genshin Impact belongs to me. All characters fully belong to MiHoYo

[mooncalf87]

Tonks, Sirius, Kingsley, mad-eye and Remus playing never have i ever.

When the kids are all in bed and its one A.M you don't want to mess with these five.

"Ok, never have I ever. . . .had a blind date." Remus said looking around the table.

Both Tonks and Sirius laughed.

"Once, during auror training, Kingsley tried to set me up on valentines day with someone from the international catastrophe department, it ended with a punch to his face!" Tonks laughed looking at Kingsley before taking a drink.

"I felt bad for you damnit! Didn't expect it to end like that" Kingsley laughed.

"In fith year I actually had one but it turned out to be LILY, I screamed and ran." Sirius scoffed before taking a drink.

"Thats why she didn't talk to you the rest of the year?" Remus asked with interest.

"Spot on"

"Allright, allright, erm. . . Never have i ever walked away from Dolores Jane Umbridge mid-conversation" Kingsley said aiming the question towards tonks.

"SHE WAS BORING ME TO FUCKING DEATH, my survival instincts kicked in." tonks said throwing her arms in the air.

"Survival instincts are always correct." mad-eye pointed out.

"Fine Shacklebolt, you want to play that way huh? Never have I ever cursed Nymphadora tonks thinking she was a death eater!" Tonks said giving Kingsley a playful push in the arm.

"You resemble your aunt Bellatrix!" Kingsley yelled in defense.

"Oh, sure! Blame it on my mental family!"

"Hey!" Sirius yelled "im not mental!"

"Well most of the wizzarding world thinks your a mad mass murderer, so yeah. Not mental at all" Remus laughed.

"Ok, ok! Never have I ever became a wherewolf!" Sirius forced out through laughter.

"Good grief! I was four! My father said they are soul less heart less monsters that deserve nothing but death!" Remus said.

They all stopped laughing and where silent for a minute "the tension in here you could cut with a knife." tonks finally said after a minute. They all laughed and then Sirius continued.

"Never have I ever fell down the stairs into Kingsley and dawlish minutes after receiving your official auror diploma!" Sirius said looking at tonks.

"How the bloody fucking hell did you know that!?" She yelled

Sirius smirked and pointed at mad-eye. Mad-eye said "in my defense it was very funny and incredibly hard to forget!"

Oh, it's ok Tonks!" Remus said suddenly, his embarrassment fading, the sparkle renewed in his eyes. "It's ok… because I have the king of all never have I evers. Never have I ever had a crush on Minerva McGonagall!

"WHAT?" Tonks fell about laughing as she gaped over at Sirius.

"Context Moony!" Sirius growled. "You have to give context."

"Oh, I don't think so!" Remus replied mildly. "Drink first, context after, wasn't that the rule?"

Reluctantly, Sirius took a drink. "It was a photo," he told Tonks. "A very, VERY old photo. And I didn't know who it was of, but I found it inside an old library book. And I showed it to Remus, James and Peter. . . and I suppose I might have gone on about it just a little, saying that whoever it was looked like my ideal girl. And then we realised several months later, from an old class photo or something, that it was McGonagall when she was at Hogwarts. God knows how it got in that book but some of us," he glared at Remus, "just can't seem to let it go."

"To be fair to Sirius, Minerva McGonagall was a very good-looking young lady," mad-eye muttered

"Sirius Black and Minerva McGonagall," tonks laughed again. "God, imagine the kids you would have had! Ok, my turn again. Never have I ever. . .gone skinny dipping!"

She expected no one but her to take a drink, but to her surprise all five of them did

"Ok. Ok. Wait one minute! You all heard me right!?" She laughed

"I did it with old moony and prongs! Forth year, black lake, first week back! We snuck out under James invisibility cloak and went for a swim!" Sirius said as Remus blushed furiously

"Well I didn't try, it was during a flight lesson I fell into the black lake, im not a good flyer see, and the giant squid stripped me." Kingsley said not making eye contact with anyone from embarrassment.

"I did it with Charlie and Bill Weasley!" tonks started laughing at the memory "I morphed myself into a professor saying I was giving them detention, thats how I got us outside, anyway, we claimed into the will tree and jumped in. Just like Kingsley, the giant squid gained another victim. Thankfully it gave us our clothing back after a few hours"

They all looked towards mad-eye with curiosity

"Erm. . . . Fith year. . . .with Minerva McGonagall" Sirius spit out his firewiskey and tonks choked on hers.

"What!? You where in the same year!?" Tonks said with disbelief

"Yep, me and Min had. . . Something going on for a while actually" he sat smiling at the memorys

"Mad-eye Moody and Minerva McGonagall!" Tonks mused

"Ok, never have I ever. . . ." Remus though for a moment and then gave Sirius a dead eye look "used a cauldron as a chamber pot"

"Good grief! Why must you!" Sirius yelled refilling his glass "in my defense, I didn't expect him to forget about us!" Sirius said sitting down again

"Ok, wait. We need context here" Kingsley said with a snigger

"Scecond year me, Remus and James ended ourselves with detention from Slughorn, we had a few butterbeers beforehand so it would be more bearable. What we didn't expect was for him to forget about us overnight!" Sirius said rather loud

"I remember that! Slughorn said that we had to do class in another dungeon because there had been a, mishap." Kingsley laughed.

They heard the stairs creek and then ginny walked in.

"Never have I ever wanted to sleep but can't because three aurors, a known-to-be mass murderer and wherewolf are playing a game of never have I ever too loud!" She said before walking back upstairs.

"I guess she is right." Tonks said getting up and putting her glass in the sink.

"I have one last thing, never have I ever kissed Remus lupin goodnight." tonks said before kissing Remus full on the lips and walking away without another word.

"Bloody hell. My cousin just kissed my best friend!" Sirius said in shock is Remus was blushing.

"Bloody hell is right." Remus said getting up and following tonks up the stairs.

Sirius looked at mad-eye and Kingsley and they all started laughing.

"About time!" Sirius laughed.