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smurphyse · 2 years ago

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Mail Day | S.R.

Chapter 6 of Operation: Sand Leopard

Warnings: fertility issues, crying, missing your family, heckling, jackassery in jest

Summary: You enjoy a night outside the CHU with Spencer. The next morning, you are mysteriously absent from Mail Day and all it entails...

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"I got a question to ask, angel," Teddy's voice came through the receiver. "It's a big one, so you take your time answering."

"Okay," you said slowly, biting back a smile as you turned down the burner on the stove.

You were in the middle of one of your monthly, sometimes every other month, calls with Teddy. You knew he was sitting in some tent in Iraq and fiddling with his boot laces as he talked to you. You'd been on the other end of the line before, with him home cooking himself dinner alone and you out in a warzone.

"I know we've been trying to get pregnant, and it just isn't happening yet…" he said cautiously, and you sighed.

"Yeah, Ted, I know. I'm the one peeing on the sticks."

"What if you didn't have to anymore?" Teddy asked hopefully, making you pause your padding around the kitchen to stare at the tile floor as you waited for him to finish. "What if… what if I found our daughter way out here in the desert?"

You swallowed thickly before answering, "What are you talking about, Ted?"

"There's this girl. I can't give you all the details but she doesn't have anyone. She's been through a lot, I won't lie," Teddy whispered through the satellite phone. You heard some shifting as he moved around like he usually did when he was nervous. When you were scared you stood still, Teddy always moved.

"I think she's supposed to be ours, angel, I can't explain it. I just think she's supposed to be home with us."

You looked around the kitchen, too big for you to be using alone. Just outside of DC in Maryland, you lived all by yourself when Teddy was deployed, in a house with two too many bedrooms and one too many bathrooms. Places that collected dust when one of you was gone.

"Angel?" he asked when you didn't answer. "She's a great kid. Smart, too, just like you… Will you think about it?"

You huffed a laugh, "I don't need to, Teddy. If you say she's ours, then I know she is."

You could see the smirk on his face all the way from DC.

"What's her name?" you asked with a small smile.

"Alijah," Teddy said excitedly, "her name is Alijah."

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You couldn't sleep. Staring at the pop vent in your CHU, you sighed at regular intervals, grumbling to yourself and sweating like a whore in church.

You tried everything. You drew in your travel journal, wrote a little bit, read a few chapters of your book. You even tried masturbating but your head was just too busy and full. There were too many trains of thought going through your mind and they kept intersecting and running into one another.

It was times like this when you missed Teddy the most. Before he died, you'd never been to Balad Air Base. As a Marine you were deployed to other places, trotting around the globe for MARSOC and other agencies during your tenure.

You'd seen pyramids, deserts, the Eiffel Tower. You'd been places alone, or with Teddy if your liberty leaves were around the same area, but being here was different now.

Being in this place you knew he'd walked… eating at the tables you knew he'd eaten�� being in the same type of cot you knew he'd slept in so many nights without you.

Now you were without him, following a ghost around the desert and calling it a life.

Mercer starting a fight with your unit bothered you. You knew he was still upset about you firing his unit a year ago, but to take it out on your unit…especially Spencer… worried you.

The man was a jackass and always had been. As far as Garrett and the unit knew, you'd decided his team was incompetent and gotten rid of them. They knew he'd tried to put the moves on you, but he always did that and so did plenty of other grunts around this place.

Flirting, while frowned upon on base, wasn't uncommon between males and females, or even between the same sex in a place where physical comfort was limited. People leaned on one another, reveling in the slightest touch, the most brotherly of hugs and handshakes.

One needed touch to survive in such a desolate environment. A lot of those stationed here were just kids, barely out of high school and fighting for their lives. It changed people, made them hard and devastatingly tired.

Even touching Spencer's face when you set his nose had brought you a much needed respite from the lack of affection you'd had since coming back to Iraq. You hadn't even slept with anyone in years, and it made you antsy.

Spencer was settling in faster than you’d anticipated, and it made the future a little easier to plan for. You were ready to go home, and fast tracking your plan for Alijah brought you one step closer to your one bedroom apartment in Dupont Circle.

There were just enough rooms for you and only you. You only needed one bedroom, one bathroom.

You knew going back to civilian life was going to be difficult. It was hard on anyone leaving the service, and the VA hospital was always overbooked and underfunded. You'd make do, you always did.

The vent was starting to annoy you, so you pulled yourself out of bed and tugged on your boots. It was only midnight, and the idea of five more hours of staring at the tiny fan wasn't as enticing as one might think.

You grabbed a book from your footlocker and headed out the door. As you stepped outside, you frowned.

Spencer sat cross legged on the concrete outside of his trailer, chewing on the nails of one hand while he held a book in the other. You let the door fall shut, and his head snapped up.

"Hey," he said quietly, closing the book and balancing it on his leg. His eyes had bruised from the punch he took, making the dark circles under his eyes that much more pronounced.

"Hey," you replied, and without any real thought you made your way over. Sitting down slowly on the concrete you sighed, "How's your nose?"

Spencer shrugged, and his fingers flitted across the bridge of his nose. He winced a bit, "It's fine. I've had worse."

"Oh yeah?" you asked with a small smile.

It was odd to think he'd ever taken a punch at all, and you didn't like the thought one bit. After hearing what he'd told Alijah, you wondered why he'd spent time in prison.

Obviously he wasn't a criminal, or he wouldn't be there with you now. Was he undercover? He didn't seem like the type, but with every new thing you learned about Spencer Reid, you were coming to realize he wasn't everything he seemed to be at first glance.

He didn't drink, didn't smoke, read a lot and faster than you could hope to. He was nervous, but even more nervous to let his fear shine through for others to see. Who had told him that fear was something to push down and hide from those around him? Didn't he know you were all terrified out here?

"You a secret badass, Doc?"

Spencer chuckled softly and shook his head, "Not really. I've just seen a lot… you okay?"

The question pulled you up short, and your jaw fell open as you thought about it, "Why wouldn't I be?"

"The whole thing with Mercer," Spencer said, waving a hand. "Garrett said you fired him about a year ago… something about him trying to get in your pants."

You shook your head and glanced down at your hands, "That's not why I fired him. He's just a miserable asshole. Don't worry about him. We've got your back."

"Okay," he said slowly, nodding to himself as he chewed on your answer. "Again, you okay?"

You scoffed and looked up to meet his gaze. You expected laughter in his eyes but instead he watched you with a concern that made you nervous.

"Made it to bedtime, didn't I?"

Now it was his turn to scoff, "And again, you aren't sleeping, are you?"

"Never said I slept when my head hit the pillow, Doc," you said quietly. You sighed and leaned heavily against the CHU. "This place isn't conducive to a restful night."

"I noticed," he muttered, "not that I slept much back home either."

"Serial killers keep you up at night?" you asked playfully.

Spencer laughed lightly, but his eyes were glossy and he shook his head, "It's the victims. I see them all the time, alive or dead."

"This isn't the place to avoid bodies, Doc," you told him gently. He sighed and nodded, "These ones stick with you too."

"Yeah, well, at least I'm not alone in my apartment right now."

Your eyes went a little wide at his words, and your cheeks swelled with heat. You reached your foot out and lightly kicked his boot, "I hear that."

"And the moon is out tonight," he said, gazing up at the night sky.

You watched him carefully in the moonlight. Admiring the way that it washed over him like a pale bath of cool gray. In the darkness, it made him look like a noir movie star, one nobody expected to be but a heartthrob who stole the show anyways.

When he looked over to you your heart stopped beating in your chest. You cleared your throat and eyed your boots in the dust, avoiding his eyes and the way they shone.

"A dead thing over a dying thing."

Spencer looked like he wanted to say something, but instead finally gave you a genuine smile, and that heat burst into a flutter in your belly. He pursed his lips as he tried to hold it back, "I think I learned enough Kurdish to talk to Alijah."

You blinked in shock, because he'd said it in Kurdish. You looked down at your watch, "Holy shit. You still have six hours."

Spencer smirked, "I'm a fast learner."

"I'm pleasantly impressed, Doc." You kicked his boot again, and he nudged you back.

"I'm nothing if not impressive," he said back.

You both laughed, sitting in the dim light of Bombaconda at night. A few mortars rolled in the distance, but neither of you cared.

It was nice to be in someone's presence and just sit, talking quietly into the night about nothing at all. Spencer was easy, light to be around even though you could tell he had a heavy weight on his soul.

If you peered deep inside, you were sure it looked a lot like yours.

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Spencer waited for you outside the CHUs the next morning, but you never showed up. He even knocked lightly on your door, but he heard no noise on the other side so he made his way to the DFAC by himself.

It worried him a bit, not seeing you bright and early, so when he sat down at the bench with Garrett, Morello, Barretti and Peanut, he asked where you were.

"It's mail day," Barretti said through a mouthful of oatmeal, "Boss doesn't do mail day."

Spencer was just about to ask what the hell he was talking about when a big grunt in army tans got on top of one of the tables and stomped his feet.

The metallic pounding echoed through the DFAC as the conversations died out. He carried a big sack over his shoulder like some military version of Santa Claus, his other hand set on his hip as he looked around with a gleam in his eye.

"Alright you sorry bastards!" he boomed, and there were a handful of whoops and hollers in response. "Rules are as follows: I pull a bundle of mail out and call a name, you come up. 'S like the lottery. There is no line cutting, no special deliveries, and as always…"

He winked, gave a devilish smirk and pointed his thumb at his chest, "If you got nudies, share em with good ole Anders."

Spencer turned on the bench to lean against the table and watch the show as he sipped his coffee. It seemed everyone around here was so bored half the time they made a spectacle of everything they could. Base life was busy but monotonous, the same routine played every day by most units.

Anders set the bag heavily on the table and pulled open the drawstring top, then dug around for the first letters. He pulled out a rubber banded bundle and called out, "Hitchens, Westley J!"

A round of jeers came from the surrounding peanut gallery. A young kid popped up from a table, holding his fists up victoriously as he made his way over.

"Let's see, let's see, what do we got here?" Anders mused loudly, flipping through the letters, "Kristi with an I, Brandy with a Y, and Krystal with a K and a Y! Damn, boy, how many girls you got on the hook?"

Hitchens snatched the letters and declared proudly, "I'm a fuckin' catch, Anders. What can I say?"

"Yeah, for strippers!" a voice came from one of the tables, promoting a round of laughter. Even Spencer spared a chuckle as he watched.

He wondered why you didn't like mail day. This was already fun.

Hitchens waved his hands and cursed toward the voice, then made his way back to his seat as Anders dug through for his next victim.

"Corbin, Shaina J!," he called, and Peanut stood next to go up. The unit clapped and yelled for her as she sheepishly made her way up.

Spencer had noticed she was quiet and didn't like being the center of attention, preferring to stay behind her computer and analyze satellite data in lieu of speaking too loud.

"Oooh, from mommy," Anders called out as she approached. Another round of taunting came around, and she snagged the letter from his hands, "This your momma or a girlfriend?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," she snapped, earning a happily shocked expression from Anders and whooping from the room as they pounded the tables in response.

"Sure would, little sister!" Anders yelled after her, and she simply flipped him off over her shoulder as she came back to her seat.

Barretti gave her a one armed hug as she sat down, trying to hide her face from the jeers and her little act of spunk.

After a half hour or so, Spencer realized that nobody read their letters at the table. Some left after receiving them, or tucked them into their pockets, but none read them in front of everyone else. People were beginning to filter out of the DFAC, and Spencer was just about to go track you down when his own name was called.

"Heyyyy! Doctor Reid, Spencer W!" Anders yelled out. He frowned, "We got a new surgeon I ain't know about?"

Morello clapped him on the back as he turned to them with wide eyes. He pointed to Anders, "Go on, Doc."

Spencer hadn't expected to get anything, especially not in his first week. All eyes turned to the outsider as he stood nervously from the bench and made his way through the tables.

Anders held a ridiculously thick bundle of letters and he groaned internally as he saw it. He really didn't want to be the center of attention here with all these people who knew he didn't belong.

"Ahhh, the new OGA!" he heckled, smiling brightly and waving the stack for everyone to see. The room turned quiet as the laughs turned into whispers. Anders held the letters out for him as he stepped up to the table, "He's already earned his stripes! Raccoon eyes and everything!"

Spencer tried desperately not to touch his nose as a chorus of hooahs and yells went through the tent. He heard Garrett's voice ring out, "Doc ain't no shammer, Anders! He'll fuck you up!"

Anders made an impressed noise, and Spencer's ears grew hot from embarrassment. He handed the stack to him and muttered just quiet enough that only Spencer could hear, "Hang onto those, Doc. They'll get you through it."

Without another glance Anders reached back into the bag, "Mohammed, Abdul B!"

Spencer clutched the letters tightly to his chest as he made his way back to the table. Peanut had made a quick exit after receiving hers, but Spencer wasn't sure he should.

Barretti elbowed him lightly, "Go read 'em. Don't stick around for us. Boss'll have something for us to do in a bit and you'll wanna spend some time with those."

"Yeah, get the hell outta here, Doc," Garrett agreed. Spencer gave them a thankful smile and took the quickest route he could out of the DFAC and headed straight to the unit's office.

He sat down slowly in one of the creaky metal chairs, running his fingers lightly over the wrinkled envelopes and smiling softly to himself.

The unit's acceptance of him made him feel a lot better about Mercer’s biting comments and hard knuckles. Though he didn't really quite know why, Garrett's commendation of him in front of the entire mess made him feel less embarrassed about the tightness in his chest that coiled when his name was called out.

He hadn't really had the time to think about how much he missed his family. Between trying to settle in a place like Iraq and learning Kurdish and thinking about how to help Alijah… Spencer simply refused to let himself worry about what was happening at home.

He read through the letters with tears in his eyes, blinking slowly and wiping them away when they fell after every few lines. Everyone from the team had written to him, put photos inside. Garcia’s was written on pink stationery and sprayed with her perfume.

Spencer held the paper up to his damaged nose and breathed it in, closing his eyes as he struggled to stop a sob from bursting out of his chest. Spencer's heart clenched tightly as the scent of spiced cherries washed over him.

God how he missed them. After leaving the BAU Spencer had tried to close himself off, but of course they never let him. JJ forced him over for dinner once a week, and soon enough they became family dinners at Rossi’s. Luke dragged him out to the gym most mornings, even though Spencer eventually became annoyed and only managed to get a run and a few lifts in before going to read in the hallway until he finished.

Emily and Tara made him go to ceramics class with them once every few weeks, and random crafting classes over the course of the month. So far he'd learned how to knit and embroider, though he wasn't very good. He was learning, though.

He spent a lot of time with Garcia, hanging out at her place and his, chatting about anything but work and hearing way more about her and Luke’s romantic life than he'd wanted to know. She asked about his, but there wasn't much to tell. After Maeve and Max and Loker, Spencer hadn't been too interested in much more.

Matt asked him to babysit a lot, and he did the same for JJ. When they went off on cases he spent a lot of time with the kids, showing them magic tricks and telling them stories he remembered by heart.

Spencer was looking at pictures of Henry and Michael when your voice came softly from behind, making him jump, "Your kids?"

His heart beat wildly in his chest as he turned to face you. You were leaning against the doorframe to your office and smiling sadly at him. You held a beat up traveler's journal in one hand, bright sticky notes popping out along the edges, the leather cracked and aged. He hadn't thought to check if you were inside before reading his letters.

"Uh, no," Spencer said quietly. He brushed some of his hair back behind his ears. It was getting too long again. "They're my godsons. I don't have kids."

You nodded, but you didn't move any closer. He was thankful, as he knew you couldn't read the words from your spot, and he could keep these just for himself.

"You didn't want any?"

Spencer shrugged, "Never had the chance."

"Hmm," was all you said. Your thumb picked nervously at the metal frame, and Spencer waved a hand so you would come to sit.

He gathered up the letters into a pile but left the photos out, not wanting to stuff them in his pocket and ruin them. He turned the papers face down as you slid into a seat and sighed. You clutched the journal tightly to the tops of your thighs as if to hide it from him, the same way he did the letters.

He wondered what you wrote in it, if it was full of photographs or notes. Did you draw? Did you like to write down your thoughts? Was it the one place you showed your feelings and emotions? He didn't ask, because he knew you wouldn't give him a straight answer. It wasn't his business anyway.

"Do you have kids?"

"Never had the chance," you said mirroring his own words. A shadow passed over your face as you avoided his gaze.

"That's the hardest part, you know?" you said quietly, clasping your hands in your lap and glaring down at them. "Having people to worry about you."

"Is that why you don't like mail day?" Spencer asked softly, and you pursed your lips as you thought. "You don't want to see who worries about you?"

"Nobody worries about me, Doc," you assured him with a grim smile.

Spencer watched you for a long moment, trying to see past the walls you had up around you. The room was achingly quiet aside from the pop vent, an ever constant dull whirring in these trailers.

For the first time, you looked away first, wilting and watching your hands shamefully. You licked your lips and swallowed thickly before saying in a small voice, "Mail day just makes me think about how I really gotta make sure you all make it home."

He said nothing as you sighed and pushed back some of your hair with a shaky hand. You avoided his gaze and shook your head, "It's okay if I don't get outta here. I don't have anyone, but you guys all have people waiting for you to step off that plane in DC."

"There may not be someone waiting outside that plane," Spencer found himself offering, "but that doesn't mean they're not waiting somewhere else, maybe a few years down the line."

You chuckled bitterly, but you locked eyes with him, "I thought you were a PhD. You sound like one of those hippy doctors. You got a crystal in your pocket?"

Spencer rolled his eyes, but he laughed with you. He swallowed thickly as he found himself opening up one of his own walls for you, a stranger, "I used to think I'd always be alone, and for a long time I wanted to be. It was easier than caring about people, having them care about me."

You said nothing, simply held that bundle of notebooks held together by leather and string and watched him, so he continued, "I'm not good at leaving things behind. They seem to leave pieces of themselves inside, seeds that grow whether I want them to or not."

Spencer smiled down at the photo of Henry and Michael. He waved it at you, "It hurts sometimes but… it's worth it."

You seemed thoroughly unimpressed, but you nodded. You tapped the table and stood, "You ready to see Alijah?"

Spencer waited for you to wilt again, but your walls had been replaced by steel. He couldn't help but wonder if the Marines had made you that hard, or if you'd always been like that.

There were cracks in the foundation, though. He could see it in the way your eyes were still soft even though the rest of you had coiled up, ready for another fight. You were going ten rounds in this place every day, had been for who knows how long.

Spencer folded up the letters and slipped the photos in an envelope. When he stood you turned on your heel and walked out the door without another glance, expecting him to follow.

And he did. He wasn't sure why, but he was more than happy to do so.

Just to smell that perfume as you walked ahead.

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hotchnerxo · 3 years ago

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The chances you take: Chapter 10

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x single mom!reader

Summary: After a havoc of a weekend, you try to get back to your routines, but it isn't as easy as you thought.

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Warnings: Brief mention of masturbation, nothing specific.

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Chapter 10: Gossip girl

On your way to work on Monday morning, you think back to the rollercoaster of a weekend you ended up having. Clocking out on Friday, you thought you’ll only have a night out with friends and a normal, calm weekend after that. But breaking a four year silence with your Ex on Friday night and therefore ending up at Hotch’s and venting to him in the middle of the night; it was everything you did not expect to happen.

Hearing from Ted was heartbreaking, even if he didn’t say the things he did. Getting out of the relationship was one of the best things to ever happen to you, even if it was hard to see it back then. It was scary, living on your own and raising a child. But him continuing on the same path and intentionally causing you pain, it’s exhausting. And him asking about Ella was the last straw.

You’re still not sure how to feel about ending your night at Hotch’s. He’s been so gentle and patient with you. He’s listened to you ramble on and on about your ex, let you spend the night at his house and watched over your daughter, just so you could have time off with your friends. How can you repay him?

You’re sure you’ve given him a bad picture of who you are. Hopefully he doesn’t think down on you now; thinking you’re irresponsible or unprofessional. Of course he’s more than your boss, he’s someone you look up to and care for; he’s become such a close friend to you. But he is – even after everything – your boss.

But you do care for him a lot. You find yourself thinking of him more and more often, thinking about texting him something, just to tell him about something that’s happened or show him a news article you think he’d find interesting. Or ask him and Jack to the park for the kids to play together. At times, you can’t help but wonder what he might be doing on his time off. When Jack goes to bed, does he ever feel alone? Does he have someone to talk to? Does he think of anyone the same way?

And on top of it all, going to the shower on Saturday evening, for some reason your mind wandered off to him. The image of him inside of his own shower, letting the water wash over him. His dark hair, wet, dripping water and you find yourself wanting to run your hand through it and feel it on your fingertips. His strong arms and back, broad shoulders. You want to look deeper in his beautiful, kind eyes and you wish to feel his hands on your skin.

Only the thought of him got your blood running hot and the shower was even more desperately needed. You let yourself indulge in the fantasy, you thought it wouldn’t hurt; it’s only your imagination after all. It doesn’t mean anything other than you’ve been single for a very long time and sure, he’s an attractive man. The water’s warm, the steam making the whole bathroom foggy as your hands wander on your skin, the same way you wish his hands would roam on you.

It doesn’t take you long for you to find his name on your lips in the form of a prayer and you let your head lean back in pleasure. The water washes off every evidence of your fantasy and you try to move on with your life. But after letting yourself indulge in it, continuing on as if it never happened turned out to be more difficult than you thought.

But on Sunday, going to your parents’ for dinner gave you a new headache to think about. While Ella’s playing in the backyard, chasing butterflies and wanting to be their friend, you sit down with your dad on the porch. You told him about the phone call with Ted and asked if he’d talked with him or his father recently – him and Ted’s dad used to be close friends.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart” he started with an apology, which gave you a really bad feeling to begin with. “I ran into Stephen and he asked how you were. Out of habit, I told how you’d gotten a new job with the bureau and how me and Deb look over Ella when you need help”.

You could feel your blood boiling and you know it isn’t directed at your father, but Ted using it against you. But you can’t help the emotion taking over. You can feel the burn in your eyes, thinking about what else Ted might come up with, now that you’ve denied him of what he wants: access to Ella and using her as leverage to you.

“And now Ted knows about her and you know how unpredictable he can be” you state, trying to come to terms with the situation. “I told you to be careful, dad! You knew how important it is to me to keep him away from her” you raise your voice but come to regret it immediately as you see the look on his face.

“I know, dear. I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to, you know that”.

“I know” you sigh and look down to your hands on your lap you’ve been fidgeting with throughout the conversation “I know, I’m sorry. I just hate him knowing about her”.

Still as you’re driving to work, you keep replaying everything in your head. The highs and the lows of what just a couple of days have brought. Returning to work is exactly what you need. Getting back to the routine and seeing your friends. But most importantly, get back to the field and back to doing what you’re good at.

Like every Monday, you park your car at your designated spot, take your fresh go bag with you and head upstairs. Through security and up to your home floor. A sense of relief washes over you as the elevator doors open and reveal a familiar hallway and glass doors that would lead you to the bullpen you’re grown to love.

You push the door open and you’re quickly greeted by your friends, gathered around the small break area on your right. The scent of coffee hits you hard and it’s more than welcome. Derek’s leaning back on one of the chairs, if you didn’t know it to be a habit of his, you’d be worried he’d fall over. Spencer is stirring his coffee next to him, sitting at the table as well. Jennifer is leaning to the counter while Penelope is raiding the fridge for any snacks the night shift have possibly left behind.

“Good morning” you greet them and move to grab one of the freshly clean coffee mugs.

“Well, good morning!” Jennifer smiles “Glad to see you. Was worried since we didn’t hear from you until Saturday morning” she says, yet there isn’t a hint of worry in her tone anymore but it’s full of playful teasing.

“What happened on Friday night?” Reid’s curious and takes a sip of his coffee, eyeing his team mates.

“We went out for a few drinks, that’s all” you tell them quickly before the two ladies could answer that question. You pour yourself a cupful and lean back to the counter. JJ has moved to the table , taking a seat by the guys. Penelope has found something from the fridge and is making her way towards the free seat.

“I don’t know about you two, but I had a few drinks too many” JJ admits “But, I wasn’t the one that found themself at our boss’ house on Saturday morning” her eyes are locked on you as are everyone else’s at this point. The grin on her lips tells you this is exactly what she wants: she wants to hear every detail of your visit and she’s not the only one.

“Wait up” Derek leans forward, coming back up straight with his chair “You went to Hotch’s? Middle of the night? Drunk?” he asks and the excitement in his tone is bright. “I definitely need to hear more of this story!”

“Oh quit it!” you try but none of them takes it seriously, but keep on asking you to tell what happened. You give in “Nothing happened! I thought it would be the best, as he was watching over Ella. So, I thought it would be a good idea to spend the night there. You know, just in case”.

“Just in case of… what?” Penelope joins in.

“Just in case something happens” you try to tell them, but it doesn’t take their attention away from you for a moment. “You know what, forget it! Ella had a good time, I got fresh pancakes for breakfast and his guest room’s bed is kind of comfy” you realize seconds later that you have said too much.

“He made pancakes?” JJ exclaims and you’re afraid other agents, as well as the man you’re talking about could hear it. But you’re glad to see him at his office with Rossi, case files at hand. “I’m going to need more info, (Y/N). Don’t hold back on us now”. The others stare at you just as intensely as the blonde agent and it makes you sigh in defeat.

“When I left the bar, for some reason I thought it was a good idea to answer Ted, my ex” you fill the guys in as they hadn’t heard about Ted before. “We got into an argument while I was on my way home and I felt like crap afterwards. I didn’t feel like going home all alone and we happened to drive past his apartment building”.

“Omg, (Y/N)! Please tell me he hugged you!” Garcia’s fully focused on your story as if it was one of her favorite rom coms. Your eyes dart down to your cup at hand. “He did, didn’t he?” Once you manage to admit it, she can barely stay on her seat. “That’s amazing! I told you, he’s totally into you!”

You roll your eyes dramatically “Right. He was just being a good friend, that’s all”

“Good friend, huh?” Derek asks, grinning ear to ear as well.

“You guys are overthinking this! So what, I hugged him for comfort and talked with him about it all and he insisted I’d stay over as it was middle of the night” you say outloud and that’s when you start to see how ridiculous it actually sounds. But you stick with it; who else is going to believe your story if you don’t believe in it yourself?

Meanwhile, at the other end of the bullpen, Hotch goes over the casefile at hand with Rossi sitting opposite him. But as always, David trusts Aaron’s judgment and agrees that it’s a good idea to take the case. He appreciates that when unsure, Hotch asks for his opinion, but it’s rare for them to disagree when it comes to casework.

David’s first to close the file and he takes a good look at his friend behind his desk. “What happened this weekend?”

“What do you mean?” Hotchner raises his head from the file, not sure what he’s talking about. He always asks about his weekend, but his wording this morning suggests that he’s expecting a specific answer instead of casual small talk.

“Well, your answer alone tells me that something happened. Plus, you’ve looked out to the bullpen more after (Y/N) arrived. So, spit it out, Aaron. What happened?”

Knowing that his friend won’t back away from this without an answer, he sighs “It’s nothing, Dave. She just needed a friend late on Friday and she came to me. That’s all”.

“A friend?” Rossi asks, now needing even more answers as it turns out he was right about his hunch. “Late on Friday? How late are we talking about here?”

Looking down to his hands, he’s trying to think back to the time you called him. He shakes his head slightly, finding it ridiculous that this is the topic of discussion right now. “I think it was somewhere around 3AM” his voice is quiet and it gets Rossi’s imagination going wild.

“So, (Y/N) – a woman you’ve had a crush on for who knows how long –” Aaron raises his head to protest, but Rossi knows he’s right and it leaves him speechless. “showed up at your door at 3 in the morning, needing a friend. And you’re telling me that there’s nothing more going on there than that. Oh, Aaron. You’re smarter than that”.

“She’s just a friend, Dave” Hotch tries to explain and tell him that nothing else happened. That he was just comforting a friend after a long night out and making sure she was safe for the night. “That’s all”.

Not ready to accept the answer, Rossi keeps on poking for more answers. “So, you’re gonna tell me that you don’t have a crush on her?” Aaron tries to answer quick and tell him no, but the look on David’s face told him to not lie to him. So, he took a moment to rephrase his answer.

“Even if you were right, as her superior, there’s nothing I could do about it” he wants to leave it to that, but he feels that there’s more to it than just professional boundaries “And there’s no way someone like her would ever feel the same”. Without thinking, he finds himself turning back towards the bullpen and seeing you.

Your back against the kitchen counter, coffee cup at hand and deep in conversation with the rest of the team. As if you knew he was watching, you turn to look towards him and a smile rises to your lips. It makes his eyes fall down to the file in front of him.

He takes the file and gets out of his chair. He’s eager to get to work and avoid talking about the current subject any longer.

“Right” Rossi says, clearly not buying his reasoning as he for certain sees you stealing exactly the same kind of looks of him that he gives you. But he decides to leave the subject – for now – and continue on with their morning.

“Guys?” Hotch’s voice interrupts Derek’s comment about you and him hopefully sharing a hotel room in the future, just so you two can work out your feelings for each other. “Let’s start” he says as he walks towards the conference room.

You nod at the command. Even from afar, you can’t help but notice how well his dark suit fits him today and he’s wearing one of your favorite ties. The sight brings back memories of your Saturday and you curse that you ever let yourself get so far.

Heat rises to your cheeks at the thought and you hope that no one notices it as you’re making your way to the conference room. But Derek nudges you with his elbow and winks. You give him a murderous look as you enter through the threshold. The team is quick to take a seat and as you’re the last one to enter, there’s only one seat left and it’s next to him. Knowing well that that’s exactly what the team has planned, you go to take a seat next to him and do your best to act as if it’s just another day. But for some reason, you’re more aware of his presence so close to you than before and you fear your heart might burst out of your chest.

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blu-joons · 4 years ago

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When He Finds You Wearing His Shirt ~ Seventeen Reaction

S.Coups:

His head spun around as soon as he heard the studio door open, expecting you to appear at any moment. His eyes were instantly drawn to the outfit you had chosen, and particularly the hoodie you wore under your jacket.

“Is that mine?” He outrightly questioned, taking a closer look at what you’d chosen to wear from his wardrobe. “How do you manage to make that jumper look so good? I’ve never found anything to go with it.”

“Is that your way of saying that I can keep it then?” You hopefully asked.

“I wouldn’t say you can keep it, maybe you can borrow it.”

You smiled up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, “but you said yourself how good I looked, would you really want to deprive me of looking good?”

“In my eyes you look good in anything, not just one of my jumpers.”

“Nice save,” you chuckled, walking across to say hello to the rest of the boys. “But I am still keeping this, regardless of what you have to say.”

“I thought you might say that somehow.”

Jeonghan:

Your eyes lit up as you walked into the bedroom to see that Jeonghan had left his outfit from the night before scattered across the bedroom floor. You bent down and picked up his hoodie, placing it over your shirt for warmth.

“Excuse me,” a voice suddenly breathed, walking into the room with only a towel wrapped around him. “I was planning on putting that outfit on, and now you’ve stolen it,” he chuckled, walking across to his wardrobe.

“Do you want the hoodie back? I don’t mind?” You quizzed.

“Don’t be stupid, if it’s keeping you warm, I’d much rather you wear it.”

You smiled appreciatively as Jeonghan picked out another hoodie. “That one is a nice one too, you’ve got a lot of nice jumpers in your wardrobe.”

“You’ve already got one, don’t go and try and steal another one already, I’ll run out.”

“I’m only keeping this one, for now,” you assured him, “but I think you’ll really cute if you wear that hoodie today. We’ll almost be matching together.”

“I’ll wear this one then, just for you.”

Joshua:

As soon as he heard you complaining that all of your shirts were in the wash, Joshua reached into his own wardrobe and found one of the shirts that he’d often seen you pinching when you thought he wasn’t looking.

“Wear this,” he smiled, unfolding the white tee, holding it so you could place your head inside. “I’ve always thought you looked beautiful whenever you wore this anyway, so you might as well wear it for today.”

“I can find something, I don’t need to use yours,” you frowned.

“Y/N, I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t want to see you wearing my shirt.”

Your eyebrows knitted together as your eyes met his. “Are you just telling me to wear your shirt for your own benefit, not to help me out?”

“Well, it’s definitely a bit of a bonus when I see you in my shirts.”

“I guess, I’ll wear it then,” you teased, pulling your arms through the sleeves before pushing the shirt down. “It is one of my favourites anyway.”

“It looks so much better on you too.”

Jun:

You could feel Junhui’s eyes studying you the moment that you walked out from the bathroom and towards the bed as his shirt wrapped around your frame to try and keep you as warm as possible in the cold.

“Did you ask for my permission?” He questioned, shaking his head across at you as you curled up into his side. “I’ve been looking for that shirt for ages, I thought I’d left it at the dorm, but instead it’s been with you.”

“But don’t you think the shirt is much better with me?” You teased.

“It was actually one of my favourites, but I guess I have to give it up now.”

Your head nodded, pressing a kiss against his jawline. “I’ll buy you a new shirt if you’re that upset about it, but I think it looks good on me.”

“It looks too good on you, now I realise how rubbish it looked when I wore it.”

“Nothing looks bad on you,” you grinned, running a hand through his hair, “somehow you manage to pull off everything that you wear.”

“You know all the right things to say.”

Hoshi:

The moment you heard the front door open, you panicked. Instinct kicked in and you opened up Soonyoung’s drawer as you changed from your shower, pulling out the first shirt on his pile and placing it over yourself.

“What are you doing?” He smiled as you turned around just in time to cover yourself. His eyes lit up as he noticed that his shirt was the only thing covering you. “Well, this might just be one of the prettiest sights I’ve seen.”

“I hope you don’t mind, I had nothing to wear,” you vented.

“Why would I mind? I’d see you wearing my shirts every day if I could.”

Your head shook as his hand reached out to pull you tightly into his chest. “I never imagined that your shirts would be as comfortable as they are.”

“That’s why I buy them for me, because they’re comfortable when I wear them.”

“And now they’re comfortable for me too,” you teased, tapping against his chest, “I’m so lucky to have such a generous boyfriend who shares his wardrobe.”

“It didn’t really feel like I had a choice.”

Wonwoo:

You let go of yet another groan as Wonwoo convinced you to try and sit up, watching as you groaned at the headache that attacked you once again. You’d been stuck in bed for days ill, and he was determined to get you moving.

“This will keep you warm,” he announced, holding up one of his jumpers for you to slip into. Wonwoo had to help you with every step as he dressed you, careful not to hurt you. “At least let’s go to the sofa for a bit.”

“The only plus side of you getting me up is wearing this,” you pointed out.

“It’ll keep you nice and warm whilst we try and get you a bit of a change of scenery.”

You groaned yet again, holding your arms out for Wonwoo to pull you up. “I’ve got quite used to looking at the same four walls of our bedroom.”

“I’ll take the hoodie away from you if you want to stay in here, it’s your choice.”

“No,” you whined, grabbing onto the sleeves of the hoodie, “I’ll come with you to the sofa, just please don’t take this off me.”

“Come on then, give me your hand.”

Woozi:

His body froze as he walked down the stairs to see you moving around the kitchen with a familiar shirt around your body. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched on, waiting a few moments before joining you at the table.

“I think I might just give all my shirts to you,” he announced, causing you to jump as you placed two glassed to the table. “I always imagined what you’d look like in my shirt, but this is better than I ever thought.”

“I forgot to pack any pyjamas, so I borrowed this,” you smiled.

“I don’t mind, you can always forget your pyjamas if you wear my shirts instead.”

You turned back around to pick up a plate and place it down in front of him. “I might just have to keep a hold of this one now, it’s very comfortable to cook with.”

“I’m being serious when I tell you that you can have all my shirts, there yours.”

“Don’t be stupid,” you chuckled, “I’m not going to steal all your shirts, but I might conveniently keep forgetting pyjamas so I can borrow them.”

“They’ll be no complaints from me.”

DK:

The moment he heard you sigh as you looked through your wardrobe, Seokmin looked through his own and pulled out the jumper that he knew was always the answer to any fashion problems that you had.

“Here,” he chuckled, throwing it across the room, sniggering as it landed on top of your head. “We’re only having a lazy day anyway, so you might as well wear this before you start stressing yourself out about everything.”

“You really are a knight in shining armour for me,” you chuckled.

“It’s not me that’s your saviour, it’s that stupid jumper that you adore.”

You glared across at him as you threw the jumper on. “Do you know how many disaster days this jumper of yours has saved me from?”

“I imagine that it’s probably more days than it has for me.”

“If you don’t want the jumper, I’ll claim it,” you threatened across to him, “I wouldn’t say no to keeping a hold of this one forever.”

“No way, you can just borrow it instead.”

Mingyu:

A shiver ran down your spine as soon as you stood up from the bed, as your eyes looked around the room, the only thing you saw was Mingyu’s discarded shirt, quickly picking it up and throwing it over your body.

“Well, hello,” a voice chuckled from behind you, as you turned around to see Mingyu staring back at you with wide eyes. “Now, that is a sight I could definitely get used to waking up to,” he teased, beckoning you back to the bed.

“I hope you don’t mind that I wore this,” you smiled.

“Of course, I don’t. If anything, you look better in it then I do anyway.”

Your head shook, feeling his arm wrap tightly around your waist. “How did you sleep last night? Were you a bit warm or anything?”

“I’m certainly a bit hot under the collar seeing you right now, you look amazing.”

“It’s too early in the morning to start flirting,” you quickly scolded him, hitting against his arm. “Save it for when I look a bit more presentable.”

“You always look presentable to me.”

The8:

His hand helped you as you stepped out from the bathtub, feeling his arms wrap around you to try and keep you warm. Your body was exhausted after being stricken down by illness, and Minghao was determined to help.

“I’ve got a shirt for you to change into,” he smiled, sitting you down on the side of the bath whilst he grabbed the change of clothes that he’d prepared for you, helping you get into them. “Do you feel better now you’ve bathed?”

“I feel very cosy in your shirt,” you whispered against his chest.

“I had a feeling that you might say that, even though you’re supposed to be ill.”

You let go of a loud groan, bringing a light chuckle from Minghao. “I am ill, but that can’t stop me from enjoying the feeling of your shirt around me.”

“Why don’t you sleep in it tonight? Rather than disturbing you again.”

“Really?” You questioned, smirking as his head nodded back at you. “I’m already feeling sleepy, can you take me back to bed now?”

“Come on, I’ll look after you.”

Seungkwan:

Your eyes lit up as you spotted Seungkwan sat in the window of the coffee store, hurrying over to greet him. As you did, his eyes were quickly drawn to the shirt that you were wearing underneath your denim jacket.

“That looks very similar to one of mine,” he teased, sliding one of the mugs across the table to you. “Oh wait, I think that’s because it is actually one of my shirts, that you seem to have stolen from my wardrobe.”

“I spotted this one in the washing and knew it was perfect,” you smirked.

“And you conveniently decided that it would just become yours because you saw it.”

Your head nodded back at him, “personally, I think the fact that I’m the one that does the washing leaves me entitled to steal stuff of yours.”

“I don’t ever remember that being a rule, you’ve made that up to get your way.”

“Maybe I have,” you shrugged, “but I’m not going to apologise, I’ve never found a shirt as good as this to wear underneath this jacket.”

“I have to admit, it does look good on you.”

Vernon:

You could hear Vernon’s voice call out your name as you stepped out of the shower, searching frantically in the bedroom for anything to cover yourself with, spotting one of his oversized shirts in the corner of your eye.

“Thief,” he chuckled as he walked into the room, just in time for you to cover yourself. “I wondered where you were,” he smiled, closing the distance between you both, “and now I’ve caught you red handed.”

“I just got out the shower, I wasn’t stealing anything,” you protested.

“Then why don’t you explain to me why my shirt is currently around you.”

You smiled sheepishly as his hands began to attack your sides, “I needed something to wear quickly before you would have walked in on me naked.”

“I wouldn’t have complained if I had done, even if you look good in my shirt.”

“You’re impossible,” you sighed, nudging against his chest. “I’ll change into one of my shirts if you don’t want me thieving from you so badly.”

“No, stay in this one, I love it.”

Dino:

As soon as he moved his arms around you as you snuck into the bed, the material that was wrapped around you felt familiar. You knew that Chan was quickly onto you as he felt all around the jumper that you wore.

“Is this mine?” He quizzed, but before you had the chance to protest, he pulled the duvet down to see his jumper wrapped around your frame. “So, not only do you want to cuddle me at night, but you also want to cuddle my clothes.”

“Your jumpers are always so soft, I can’t help myself but wear them,” you confessed.

“You’re lucky I find you very cute whenever you wear my jumpers jagi.”

A light blush crept onto your cheeks as Chan’s grip around you tightened. “I knew that you wouldn’t be able to stay mad at me for too long.”

“If you didn’t look so adorable right now, you’d be in the spare room tonight alone.”

“I’m much happier here,” you grinned, turning around so that the two of you laid face to face. “I know you prefer having me here with you too.”

“Of course, cuddling up to you is always my favourite.”

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saintobio · 3 years ago

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man thank you so much for the new chapter! I was shaking throughout it the whole time seriously and I need to vent about this topic a little.

the thought of gojohime feels so wrong. the fact that that is your best friend's ex with whom she has a child with? going after that? the fact that that is your ex whom you got a son with's best friend? going after her? it's so fucking wrong. I really can't stomach the thought because I got experience with it (yup 😒) and because I think the best way for Satoru and YN to heal is to never have anything to do with each other at all except their son. if Utahime was a character that was completely separated from all the others, as in no connection to anyone, then I would have been fine with it. but since she's so intertwined with YN I find it so wrong for her to be with Gojo. it really leaves me with such a terrible taste in my mouth. reminds me of too many bad things :( but I respect your decision of course, I just wanted to get this off my chest a little ♥️ thank you for the chapter !

Anonymous said

I get why people are more critical of utahime and gojo then toji and yn.

Utahime and yn are friends and business partners.

Gojo and toji are business rivals.

Gojohime feels like a double betrayal because of the friendship and and it being a gojo x yn fic and you know what i fucking hate gojo and yn together but yn went through so much shit because of gojo that it would be a loss if gojo and yn aren't together.

What's better or worse? To take back the ex that insulted and cheated on you or have that ex move on making you feel like stepping stone for them to be a better person.

Utahime should maybe thank yn if gojohime is endgame that gojo used yn as a training dummy to be a better partner for her.🤣

Anonymous said

maybe it’s petty, but i hope gojohime isn’t endgame. like, after watching euphoria w the whole maddy cassie nate situation, i just can’t stomach the idea of dating a friend’s ex, especially one who didn’t treat them right. i’m glad that utahime can be there for him as a friend which he totally needs, but like… she’s y/n’s friend? it’s so heartbreaking to see how y/n basically has nobody (except Ian and Sachi) on her side and supporting her through her decisions. i’m contrast to gojo, she has so many people telling her that her feelings and actions are ridiculous and invalid. i normally like gen, but her talking to y/n like that this chapter was so unnecessary. ig she’s more of the confrontational than understanding type. as far as endgame for y/n i really don’t care who she ends up with, as long as she and sachi can finally find some sort of peace and happiness. that’s all i want for them. anyway this was a great chapter, and please don’t ever feel rushed to make new chapters, we’ll be here either way. take care saint!!

Anonymous said

god.. honestly i feel so bad for mc! She doesn’t deserve this at all😩 imagine having the whole world antagonize you & your best friend getting chummy with your ex husband that causes your whole trauma. i don’t really care about who she endep up with, i just really want her to finally gain some peach in her life🥺

Anonymous said

Utahime come on hold on for the ladies 😭 resist that stinky man!!!! Bros over hoes!!!!

Anonymous said

hi saint! i hope you’re doing well, sy6 was amazing, and as much as i thought i would be super jealous about utahime’s friendship (or whatever it will become😟) with satoru (which i am a tiny bit cause wtf hime) i just feel like not being jealous about it will soothe the pain as the rest of the chapters come out :,) it’s kind of giving cassie calming herself down in the bathroom after crying and faking a smile in the mirror in s2… lol

hopefully utahime won’t be in her cassie era tho. i just can’t trust her after seeing u say that sy7 will break hearts ahhh. also i’m not ashamed to admit i also believe in gojoxyn endgame supremacy (even tho it’s not looking so good rn) but if we’re being realistic relationships love and marriage take time and as much as yn and satoru keep hurting each other; they just can’t seem to truly leave each other alone, even if it’s just coincidence that they are just always in each other’s vicinity, or at least that’s what i think and i could also be completely wrong, and the reason for that is simply just sachiro. but i also do love the angst i just have no idea if i will be ready for it

it also hurts seeing that document that satoru wrote… i feel like when he remembered that scene, he completely forgot about everything else and didn’t really think about the reasoning for why yn would hide sachi. and i’ll admit when you look at the situation especially after the way satoru worded it “she made me think my child was dead” it is a little wrong but i love my girl yn and i’m standing with her 😩

one last thing, i also can see that yn truly doesn’t want to be alone, everyone is making her out to seem the bad person bc of her mistakes but nobody wants to listen to her and i was rly hoping toji would this time around but i like that toji and gen are the two people who keep it totally real with her, it just hurts cause i love toji sm sigh

don’t think it’s necessary for me to speak more bc you guys are already good at writing down ur thoughts about certain situations/dynamics in the fic!! based on the sentiments abt gjhm, i’m just happy that i’m getting the reaction i wanted sdjsjs i guess people wouldn’t feel strongly about it if she wasn’t yn’s best friend, but she is, and that’s why it’s a heart wrenching sight for readers to see :)))

#🖤: letters to saint #series: sincerely yours

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jinxthequeergirl · 3 years ago

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Cumbersome

Amanda young x reader

Hey! Little heads up! This is purly a vent fic, i wrote the fist half and then thought i could turn it into something kinda comforting so with that i will saw my only Tw is body dismorphia if i can even call this that? its just a general dislike and description of being uncomfortable in my own skin so hopefully you enjoy and maybe find some comfort in this yourself if you feel the same way.

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How long had you been staring at the mirror, waiting for something to change?

You knew it wouldn't but you thought that if you kept staring your eyes would trick you like they often did and your face would morph once again and you'd look different,over and over till you looked like what you thought you should look like.

You pulled and streched your skin thinking maybe you could mold it like clay.

Maybe if you changed your hair-

Oh. Right.

Most of it now lied in the sink like a bad carpet job in a house. You looked away from your reflection and gripped the cold counter.

Breath.

Just breath.

Maybe if you closed your eyes and went to bed you'd feel better. Or maybe you'd wake upa and be a whole new person again.

Either way you couldn't sleep, not when your muscles felt tight, and there was an uncomfortable chill running down your spine constantly, not when your head didn't feel screwed on right or what was left of your hair felt like it was super glued uncomfortablt to your scalp.

Breath.

Just breath.

Thats what she would tell you, you winced as that weird chill shot through you almost painfully.

You wanted to think about her maybe it would take your mind off of your situation.

But thinking about her made you feel sick.

You loved her, really you did but thinking about how clean and beautiful she was compared to you, she felt perfect and nice and you felt dirty.

She felt perfectly sculped almost unreal, while you felt an itch under your skin. You wanted to peel it off of you,rip it into shreads and sew yourself a new one from scratch and start all over. Maybe if you did that you wouldn't feel so misshapen.

"Y/n?" The light rapping on the door brought you back to your senses. When had you ended up on the floor? When did you start shaking? And crying?

"I knocked but you didn't answer so i let myself in..." The words died in her throat once she pushed the door open to find you in the state you where in.

"What happened?" She asked softly, taking light steps into the small bathroom to sit across from you.

You shrugged helplessly. Got you wished you hadn't, it felt like a thousands bricks sat on your shoulders as they went back down. Your bones, mucles fuck even your nervses felt to heavy for you.

She slid forward and dusted the hair off your shoulders. "Thats alright..." She said.

She looked at you with that smile. The one she gave that felt so unbelievably loving and understanding. And you wished you could be that understanding right then, give her an answer she'd understand. Something other then a shrug. But you didn't understand why your own body hated you at this moment.

She touched your cheek and your skin burned under her cool touch. "Why don't we..." She trailed off while attempting to think of a solution. "Why don't we get you into the shower...then we can lay down and relax?"

So she helped you up, started the shower and left you alone again. Your head felt fuzzy and you couldn't think of much. The water patting repeatedly against your skin gave you something to focus on. You where thankful until it eventually made it all feel numb. You shivered and groaned angrily shutting the water off, the air on your wet skin gave some relife.

It hadn't all washed away but it eased the feeling slightly. You avoided the mirror at all costs while you changed hoping to not fall back into that pattern again.

You wandered out if the bathroom and into the bedroom. "There you are!" Amanda said cheerily as she herself came into the bedroom with a steaming mug in her hand.

"This." She said walking over to you and placing the mug in your hands.

"Is for you, maybe it'll make you feel better...you or you don't have to drink it if thats not the mood your in..." You smiled letting out a breath through your nose.

You sat down on the bed and placed the mug on the nightstand. "Are you ready to talk about it?" She asked sitting dowm beside you taking your hand.

"No." You sighed.

"I'm just tired now."

"Ok thats fair." She kissed the top of your head and you both fell back onto the bed. You let her pull you into her chest, the tightness from the hug felt good and you shut your eyes.

"I love you." Amanda said after a while. You smiled.

"I love you too, and thank you..for just being here...."

#horror x reader #slasher x reader #amanda young x reader #saw movies x reader #saw x reader #dbd the pig x reader #dbd the pig #the pig x reader

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arty-chase · 4 years ago

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Graveyard Siblings (5)

[Masterlink] (PART 1) (PART 4)

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Mari and Cass sometimes switch their suits as they have the same body type. Cass would sometimes go out in full Hellbat gear and give the appearance that Hellbat is out more often than she actually is.

So Orphan/Black Bat also sometimes uses guns.

This also helps with concealing secret identities. Maria was rescued by Hellbat from Joker’s Henchmen. (Vicki Vale was getting sus of the new Wayne and Hellbat.)

Unfortunately since Hellbat rarely comes out and she had already made all of her appearance for the month and it wasn’t a busy weekend, the public had come to the conclusion that Hellbat has a crush on the newest Wayne.

Basically everyone thought that Mari has a crush on herself. Which led to some teasing and escalated to Mari announcing that Jason had a crush on Red Hood on live TV.

It didn’t help that a video of Red Hood and Jason re-enacting Romeo and Juliet with Jason on his apartment balcony and Red Hood on the roof was posted on the internet a few days later. (Thank you, Trixx and Tim’s awesome video editing skills)

Sadly, it was taken down 24 hours later. (Tim and the others have multiple copies of it, on the cloud or hardware, hidden around in the manor and their respective safehouses in the US.)

Some people kidnapped Jason to hopefully gain leverage over the Red Hood and to their dismay and nightmares for years to come, Hellbat came instead.

One lucky and incredibly brave reporter asked why she was there instead of her brother.

Mari being a little shit, “Red Hood may be a tough and scary guy but when it comes to his feelings, my brother is a chicken.”

Pictures of Jason tackling Hellbat somehow never made it into any papers.

The criminal underworld hasn’t taken a hint and Jason has been kidnapped a few more times.

Other times Jason was kidnapped:

Robin: Red Hood made a fool of himself in front of Todd recently and he doesn’t dare to show his face.

Spoiler: He was taking too damn long checking his hair even though I told him that no one was going to see it under his helmet and he was so offended that he is currently sulking in the bathroom.

Red Robin: Red Hood can’t think straight when he is around Jason. I mean have you seen the dude.

Arsenal*during a rare visit to Gotham*: Red Hood owes me one now.

Dick finally ends it by going out as Red Hood and rescuing Jason. Gotham is happy that Redson (Red Hood x Jason) ship has finally sailed.

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Kate, Babs, Cass, Steph and Mari were out on Mari’s first girls’ night since her move to the manor.

This is set a little after she came back from Paris with Jason.

They watched rom-com movies, did hair and nails, gossip about the superhero community and bitch and vent to each other.

Marinette off-handedly mentioned the crazy shits she had done during her stint as Ladybug. It started with asking about the T-rex in the Batcave and she mentions jumping into the mouth of a live one before.

Everyone in the room was shocked and after a few more questions, it was obvious that she was very reckless and self-sacrificing. Yep, she was going to fit into this crazy family just fine.

And Holy Shit. There is so much trauma packed into this kid. She needs lots of therapy.

Babs finally decided that they all needed to get out and have some fun. All in their respective suits and they went out.

Joined by Harley, Ivy and Selina.

Plagg came along because I want Plagg to meet Selina.

It was a chaotic night and it was a miracle that Bruce didn’t find out about what the girls did.

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Batman and Red Hood were on patrol together when Selina jumped in front of them.

“Hello, Boys”

“What do you want, Catwoman?”

“I want to meet my new prodigy, Kitty Noire.”

Cue Marinette jumping down from her hiding spot, transformed with the Black Cat Miraculous. “Hiya.”

Red Hood carries her like a potato sack and points his gun at the other two.

“Nope, she’s my sister and I called dibs. I adopted her. She’s off limits.”

“Legally, she’s mine.” Batman coughed out.

“I did it first. Emotionally. She’s my emotional support sister. You have plenty kids already, B and Selina, get your own.”

“Hey, I am still here and can hear you.”- Maria

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Alya was worried for Lila. She had been acting weirdly for the past month.

She looked very out of sorts. Her clothes weren’t in order and her hair was in disarray. She had bags under her eyes and her eyes looked wild. Lila didn’t look like herself at all.

She jumped at any sound and flinched at really sudden movements.

Alya tried to find out what was wrong with Lila and received vague answers.

One time Lila said that Marinette is to blame.

Alya reaches the somewhat right conclusion that Marinette was haunting Lila and hurting her because Lila used to come to school with bruises and claims that Marinette did it.

Alya goes to Marinette’s grave to desecrate it. (Yeah, go anger the ghost that is haunting someone.)

Unfortunately, the moment she tries to do something, the sky turns dark, clouds appear and the wind begins whipping. A Lightning strike near her and there was a cloaked figure beside her with a scythe.

All Alya saw from the figure was the blood-red lips in a very sharp grin and glowing blue eyes, raising the scythe high before she ran away. The scythe swiped the air where her head once was.

Alya didn’t get far before she tripped and blacked out.

When she woke up, she found herself in the hospital with no idea how she got there.

She was told that somebody found her with a concussion in the park and took her to the hospital.

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The next one on Mari’s hit list was Natalie.

She wasn’t as involved in the whole thing like Lila, Adrien or Gabriel but she still did it anyways.

Her punishment is a little mild compared to the others and was more of a warning to Gabriel.

Natalie woke up in the middle of the night to see a not-so-dead Ladybug sitting on her vanity chair with the moonlight from the windows illuminating her body and her neck. Her suit was torn exactly like the day of that battle with blood dripping down her arms and from her open wounds. The shadows kept her face hidden but glowing blue eyes stared at her.

Natalie was scared at first. But she regained her normal cool composure.

“I assume you are here to extract your revenge for aiding in your unfortunate demise. But before you kill me, I regret my part in my entire thing and I apologize for everything I have done against you even though I knew it was wrong.”

“At least you show remorse over what you have done. Visiting my grave when even my parents didn’t and leaving flowers. I love those purple hyacinths by the way. Did you know that they mean sorry in the language of the flowers?”

“Why are you stalling my death? Just kill me already.”

“Madam Sancouer. You just played a minor role in my downfall compared to what Adrien and Lila Rossi did to me. And you showed more guilt over your actions than they ever did and Adrien claimed to have loved me. And like I have told the Bats, Death is too swift of a punishment.”

“Who are the bats?”

“None of your concern. You should be more concerned about yourself.”

“Lila sees the ghosts of her past and they haunt her. Adrien is in a living nightmare and has no control over his actions and is despised by everyone. What are you going to do to me?”

“Well, since you show some guilt over your actions, let me tell you a little secret. I am not dead. Not really. I mean I did die. But there was a spell in the grimoire that revived me. It took a few days to work.”

Marinette changed to her normal form. It was a little jarring to see an older Marinette Dupain-Cheng sitting on her vanity chair like it was a throne. The Ladybug suit and the wounds were gone. She looked a little familiar.

“Why are you telling me this? What was the point?” Natalie faltered as she wondered why the girl looked familiar. Marinette moved closer and her face was fully illuminated by the moonlight.

“I intend to take everything by which I mean everything from Gabriel Agreste for what he did.”

“M. Agreste just wanted his wife back. You just gave him your Miraculous, you would still have everything.”

“What difference would it make? Sure I had friends and family before but they turned out to be disappointing. I might have become a famous designer like I dreamed of and can't achieve because I died. Besides, he never said about wanting his wife to come back in his tedious monologues. For all we knew back then, he wanted them for world domination. He showed that he would end the world for them. For kwamis’ sake, he nearly started World War III, just for a pair of earring and a ring. He was willing to kill me to have her back. No wait, he did that too. If he actually read the translated grimoire or asked the Guardian or at least someone with magic for help instead or maybe used his head and made some who can heal as his champion using the Butterfly, we wouldn’t even be in this mess. Face it, Mme Sancour, your boss is a power-hungry and very controlling maniac who is also thankfully an idiot.”

“But- he- he just-. You are just a child, what do you know? M. Agreste knew what he was doing.”

“A child who had a normal life up until he tried to ruin it with his idiotic schemes and hiring Lila to do it. A child who had to fight a war on her own.”

“I am sorry you had to go through that but I doubt you and your little revenge rampage is going to solve anything.”

Ghostly Chains wrapped around Natalie’s body, squeezing tight like it was squeezing the life out of her.

“I was all for sparing you, you know. If you had actually listened to my side of the story, you would have spared from my ‘little revenge rampage’. This is going to be a little painful. Sorry about that.” In a tone that was definitely not sorry.

Pain coursed through Natalie’s body. Her skin crawled and itched as pitch back feathers grew out of it. Her bones turned to dust and reformed.

Where Natalie Sancour once was, there was a raven.

An omen of death and destruction for one Gabriel Agreste.

Marinette leaned down towards the raven. Natalie tried to peck her eye out but Marinette held the beak in a firm grip.

“Ah. ah ah. Luckily for you this is temporary. Mostly. Every night, you will assume this shape and each night the longer you will stay in this form. Slowly counting down the days until Gabriel’s downfall. Since you love helping him so much, you are going to help him know how long he has to live. The night you are a raven from sunset to sunrise, that sunrise starts the day Gabriel Agreste will be utterly destroyed.”

She released the beak and headed towards the window.

"Send him my regards."

With that, she was gone.

(Part 6)

#platonic jasonette #graveyard siblings #maribat #ml x dc #marinette meets the sirens

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bakugoukatsukiswife · 5 years ago

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You’re Mine

A/N: NONE OF Y’ALL COME FOR ME FOR THIS HEADER THING LMAO. I really wanted to use it for this fic cause it involves a jealous Bakugou haha. I’m very proud of this fic so I hope you guys enjoy!

Pairing: Bakugou x f!reader

Words: 3,404

Warnings: Choking, hair pulling, degradation, spanking, quirk use. Rough sex. Smut.

Tags: @smol-enby @myherowritings @lordexplosionsextra

You and Bakugou had a very loving relationship, even though he was constantly busy as a pro hero, he still made time for you. He was pretty stubborn and could have you boiling with sheer frustration at how he acted, with his cocky attitude that hadn’t really changed since high school. As much as you loved being with him though and admired how attentive he was to you, there were times when he could really drive you up the wall with how he acted. You two butted heads frequently, he was an asshole but you loved him and couldn’t imagine a future without him. You knew he cared about you, from the way he would cook you dinner on his days off when you had a long day at work or just craved his cooking in general; him staying in bed to cuddle you for a few more minutes when you begged him not to leave, having movie nights with you in matching pjs even though you knew matching pjs were not his thing. He did these things cause he loved you, you knew that. Or did you?

Him being the famous pro hero Ground Zero took up a lot of his time. From press conferences, to working overtime and everything in between, you guys barely had time to slow down and enjoy each other’s presence like you used to. By the time you had picked out matching pjs and popped popcorn for movie night, Bakugou would be passed out on the couch. You tried your best to not be upset about it, you knew that Bakugou was working his hardest to keep Japan safe. But there was always a little voice in the back of your head telling you different. Bakugou went from whistling in appreciation when you would walk by him in a cute outfit to barely acknowledging your presence when you came in from work and he was playing video games with Kiri and Kaminari.

“Babe?” You questioned and Bakugou’s red eyes that were always a comfort focused on you-for a brief second.

“Hmm?” Bakugou questioned as his attention went back to the game.

“Want to watch a movie together?” You questioned hopefully and Bakugou nodded.

“Yeah let me finish this match up and then we can, baby.” Bakugou answered and you sat down on the couch, a smile spreading across your face. Finally, after weeks you and your boyfriend would be able to have some quality time together.

One match turned into three. You stalked off to the bedroom-not that Katsuki would have noticed. You passed out shortly after laying down, and woke back up around 2 in the morning, heart sinking slightly when you heard Bakugou still playing games. You heard your phone chime and looked to see that you had a notification from Izuku Midoriya and you smiled to yourself as you looked at the text. You and Izuku had always been close friends since you two were kids; in UA you both drifted apart as you strived to become the best heroes you could and you started dating Bakugou at the time as well. You and Izuku still talked from time to time, but it was in passing. You needed someone to vent to about how you had been feeling about Katsuki though and besides Mina, you knew Izuku was always there to listen to your troubles even if you two had drifted.

Izuku was sweet like that.

Anger subsided, you made plans to go out to grab a bite to eat with him tomorrow and just catch up before passing back out. Not like Bakugou was going to come to bed, anyway.

You woke up the next morning and pulled out a cute sundress, admiring it in the mirror before changing into it. You went to the bathroom and fixed up your appearance before pausing. Why were you getting dressed up? This was just a casual bite to eat, that’s all. You slipped some shoes on, faintly smelling breakfast wafting from the kitchen just before Bakugou stepped in the bedroom. He had on sweatpants that hung low on his hips, a happy trail disappearing in the sweats and your eyes trailed up his muscular form to look at his handsome face that you loved so much. He took in your outfit and cocked a brow.

“You going somewhere?” He asked, coming over to you to wrap his arms around you.

“Mhmm, I’m going to go out and eat with a friend,” you say, making sure to not mention the friend was Izuku Midoriya. Bakugou would go feral at that.

“Oh well I made breakfast to make up for last night. I’m sorry, the boys wouldn’t leave me alone about playing a game.” Bakugou apologized and you could tell he was sincere as he placed a kiss on your cheek. Guilt panged in your stomach but you quickly willed it away. Why were you feeling bad? He was the one who wasn’t paying attention to you, you knew if you brought this up to him too, he would just get upset.

“Mhmm. If I wasn’t going to eat, I would eat what you made. It smells delicious.” You said as you gave Bakugou a kiss before leaving the house to go out to eat with Izuku. You weren’t doing anything wrong, just going to see an old friend. That Bakugou absolutely hated.

You arrived at the cafe, seeing Izuku’s bright green hair from the window and you smiled. You stepped out, the comforting smell of coffee and pastries calming you as you stepped inside to greet the man. His eyes meet yours and he quickly stands up to wrap you in a hug.

“(Y/N), it’s so good to see you.” Izuku says and your heart warms at his soft voice in your ear before he pulls away. You both sit down in the booth before he hands you a drink and you realize that it’s your favorite coffee drink-he had never forgotten.

Bakugou clicked his tongue as he looked down at his third unread text he had sent you as he walked into the break room where Kaminari and Kirishima were.

“Hey man, I thought you took today off to spend the day with (Y/N).” Kirishima said and Bakugou shrugged as he adjusted his hero gear.

“I did but she went out to eat, so I came here to make a little extra cash.” Bakugou said but what Kaminari said next made his blood freeze.

“Oh yeah, Mina told me she was going out to eat with Izuku today.” Denki said and Kirishima’s eyes widened when Bakugou slammed his locker shut, his hands gripping at the metal tightly.

“She what?” Bakugou growled as he turned around, his eyes glowing like fire and the heroes stepped back-both were all too familiar with the hothead and his temper. “She went out to eat with Deku?” Bakugou spat out, his eyes dark as he gripped his phone tightly. It’s not like he cared that you were out with a guy, hell you went out on “dates” with Kirishima and Kaminari all the time. But this was Izuku, and he knew that the nerd had feelings for you. Anyone could. You were Katsuki’s, and the fact that you went out to see the stupid nerd had his blood boiling. He stepped away to call you, and after the second attempt you finally picked up the phone.

“Why the hell are you out with Deku?” He asked, not caring if he could be heard through the line.

“Because, I can.” You shot back and Bakugou’s grip on his phone tightened.

“I took off work so we could spend time together-.” Bakugou started but you cut him off with a laugh.

“Oh really? Cause that’s the first time you’ve put any effort into doing anything in our relationship lately. I’m tired of you not treating me like you used to, Katsuki.” You said and Bakugou’s stomach twisted. You never said his first name unless it was serious, you always called him babe or Suki. What he wouldn’t give to hear that right now instead.

“(Y/N)...” Bakugou started but you stopped him with a sigh.

“I really don’t want to do this over the phone Katsuki. It’s my fault for not saying anything about this sooner. We can talk more when I get home,” you said before hanging up. Bakugou looked at his phone, guilt coursing through him. Fuck he really messed up.

“U-uh is everything okay, (Y/N)?” Izuku asked and you nodded, a small smile on your face.

“Yeah, just had to take care of that. I’m good.” You lied, your stomach twisting with nerves. Time passed by for hours but felt like minutes as you and Izuku continued to talk, both of you trading stories of how hero work has kept you guys busy. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket and you noticed it was Kirishima.

“Hey Kiri, what’s up?” You asked him, hearing as Kirishima shushed Denki in the background.

“Hey (Y/N)! Um… we wanted to let you know that Bakugou got hit with a quirk today and he had to go home early. We figured we would call and let you know cause it’s not something anyone can really treat except you,” Kirishima finished off awkwardly and you cocked your head.

“What do you mean?” You asked and Kirishima chuckled as he coughed awkwardly.

“Well the idiot was blowing off steam after your phone call with him and he rushed headfirst into an attack. It was a sex quirk. We don’t know how long it will last and medicine won’t really help it,” Kirishima said and you could tell he was scratching the back of his neck awkwardly like he always did when he was nervous.

“O-oh. Okay, I can take care of that.. I guess.” You said before hanging up the phone, a blush on your cheeks. It’s not like you and Bakugou didn’t have sex… the sex you guys did have was mind-blowing. But you guys hadn’t had proper sex in a few weeks-almost months, and you didn’t really expect to be having it because he had been hit with a sex quirk.

“I’m so sorry Izuku, but I have to go home. Katsuki got… injured on the job.” You said and Izuku’s eyes widened as he waved his hands in understanding.

“Oh no! I totally understand. Let me know how he’s feeling later, okay?” Izuku said before giving you a hug goodbye.

You went to your car and your heart pounded in your throat when you saw that you had a few calls and texts you had missed from Bakugou.

Angry baby 7:49 PM

(Y/N), I need you to come home. Now.

Angry baby: 7:50 PM

(Y/N), I promise I’ll make it up to you. I’m sorry. Just come home. Need you.

You quickly pulled out of the parking lot, heart hammering in your chest as you made it to the house and noticed Bakugou’s car parked rather carelessly in the driveway. You got out and made your way inside, darkness embracing you as you shut the door.

“Katsuki?” You call out, seeing faint light in the bedroom. You walk into the bedroom, jumping when the door shuts behind you but before you can react properly, you’re pressed against the wall and fiery red eyes meet yours.

You gasp when Katsuki’s hand threads into your hair, fingers gripping at the locks as he pulls. Hard. You let out a small whimper as his other hand comes to grip your jaw, pointer and thumb coaxing your lips apart.

“You,” Bakugou pants out, his breath fanning against your face as he looks down at you. “You are in so much trouble, baby girl.” You can feel how hard he is, the fabric of his sweatpants straining to keep his cock contained as he presses open mouthed kisses to your neck.

“K-Katsuki, I-ah!” you start, a cry escaping your mouth as your thoughts are turned to mush when Bakugou bites down on your neck. His hand that is still in your hair tugs slightly as he sucks at the inflamed skin. A growl rumbles from his throat as he picks you up, carrying you as if you weigh nothing.

“No talking. You’ve been bad and I’m going to punish that slutty pussy of yours,” Bakugou says, his voice dropping an octave lower as he grabs the front of your dress. The room fills with the sound of fabric ripping as he tears the dress off of you. You start to protest but you take a better look at Bakugou and see that his body is glistening with sweat, his breathing seems to be slightly labored and guilt floods your system. Sure, Bakugou can rush headfirst into things, but it’s only really when he is really upset. You not talking to him about things and expressing your feelings caused a rift between you. You wanted things to work out between you and Katsuki.

You felt as Katsuki’s rough yet gentle hands traveled down to your underwear, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. You let out a moan as your back arched slightly at Bakugou’s hands on you. He removed your underwear before kneeling down to admire your soaked cunt.

“I know this quirk is making me want to fuck your brains out right now, but I really want to eat this pretty pussy out first.” He said, his lips going to leave marks on your thigh and your hands automatically went to his unruly blonde hair. A groan left his mouth when you tugged slightly and he made quick work of his tongue. Lewd noises of him licking, slurping and biting filled the air as he inserted two fingers into your tight hole. You started to move your hips against Katsuki, your clit dragging along his tongue deliciously as he finger-fucked your cunt, causing your walls to clench around his digits.

“K-Katsuki.. I’m fixing to c-cum.” You manage to squeak out and Katsuki lets out a chuckle.

“That’s it, baby. Cum all over my face.” Bakugou says as he dives back in, his tongue flicking at the small bundle of nerves. Your orgasm washes over you in waves and you moan as you ride it out, your slick coating Bakugou’s chin and mouth as his red eyes meet yours, a smirk forming on his face.

He lifts up to give himself a few pumps to coat his dick with his pre as he wipes your slick off his face, using his dick to gently tap at your entrance before pushing inside. A moan escapes the both of you as Bakugou hovers over you, his lips going to latch at the skin of your neck as he starts to thrust inside of you.

“I’m not going to hold back, just know that right now.” Bakugou growls in your ear before hooking your legs around his waist with one hand while the other goes to wrap around your neck like it was made for your throat-almost like a necklace. He squeezes slightly, drawing out a choked moan from you before he slips two fingers in your mouth, digits pressing your tongue down to keep your mouth open.

“Keep that pretty little mouth of yours open,” Bakugou says before he purses his lips, slowly allowing his saliva to fall from his lips and into your mouth. You let out a whine as his spit hits your tongue and his cock drags along your walls when you clench.

“Fuck baby,” Bakugou moans, his teeth latching on your skin again as his thrusts get faster, harder. “You’re going to take this cock like the filthy slut you are. You like this cock going deep inside? Yeah, deep inside that tight little hole of yours.” Bakugou growls as his fingers stay on your tongue, causing drool to seep at the corners of your mouth. His teeth dig into your skin and you let out a whine. “I’m marking you fucking everywhere. You’re fucking mine. All mine,” Bakugou’s voice drops lower, almost feral as he picks up the pace even faster. You feel your toes curl into the sheets as his dick kisses the sweet spot inside of you; sending you towards your second orgasm. You clench around him as you moan out his name, your juices coating his cock as you release a second time that night. Bakugou’s hips stutter as he lets out a groan, shooting out hot ropes of cum to paint your walls white.

He pulls out of you and motions for you to flip over. He cocks his head and raises an eyebrow when your eyes widen.

“Oh, you thought we were done? We’re nowhere near done, princess.” Bakugou chuckles before grabbing your hips and flipping you over. His hands grip at your hips, fingers leaving indents as he wraps a hand around your waist; prodding his cockhead at your enterance before slipping inside smoothly. A moan leaves his lips as you move back against him, his lips leaving kisses along your back.

“Fuck, (Y/N). You feel fucking amazing, shit.” He moans out, his free hand going to tangle in your hair again and pull slightly. You let out a whimper when you feel a heat course through you at Bakugou licking a stripe from your neck up to your ear. “You’re all mine,” he growls out, and you feel as his fingers dig sharper into your waist as he thrusts into you. “No one can fuck you as good as I can. You were made for me and only me. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for weeks.”

Your body shudders in pleasure at his words alone as he continues to move inside of you. The sounds of Bakugou’s growls and your whimpers fill the room as he keeps fucking you and you feel absolutely full. You hear a sudden smack before your brain registers that Bakugou has spanked you.

“Again, please Katsuki,” you whine and Bakugou smirks, you can feel it on your neck.

“Oh? You want me to spank that cute ass of yours again?” He teases, his tone slightly amused.

“Yes! Please Katsuki. Use your quirk…” you mumble out, making him chuckle as he cocks his head.

“Hmm? Couldn’t hear you over the sound of me fucking you. What was that?” He teased and you felt your face heat up.

“Use your quirk on my ass, please!” You blurted out. That was all he needed to hear before you heard the small pops of Bakugou’s quirk being used, his hand connecting with your ass. You let out a sound between a yelp and a moan and Bakugou did it again.

“You’re such a filthy girl for wanting me to use my quirk on you. Such a filthy, naughty girl.” Bakugou said before spanking your ass again. It stung, but it was a pleasant feeling.

“Fuck. Katsuki… I’m about to….” You whimper before letting out a choked moan when Katsuki slaps your ass again, causing your orgasm to wash over you once more as you fall forward on your elbows to keep your spent body up. Katsuki grips your hips again as he moves faster into you, strings of curses leaving his mouth as he cums again. His cum slowly starts to seep out of you and onto the sheets, making Bakugou smirk as he pushes it back inside with his fingers.

“You look so pretty filled with my cum, baby.” Bakugou says as he gets off the bed, coming back to you with aloe vera and a washcloth. You notice his eyes aren’t glazed over anymore and he seems to be back to normal again. Thank goodness. He cleans you off and gently applies the aloe vera to your ass before climbing back into bed with you, gently wrapping you up in his arms.

“(Y/N)... I’m so sorry I haven’t been as attentive. You’re my everything and I’ll continue to prove that to you everyday to make up for these past few weeks. I love you.” Katsuki says softly as he looks into your eyes, his red eyes sincere and you feel your heart soar.

“I love you too, Katsuki.” You say happily as he presses a kiss to your forehead before wrapping you up in his arms.

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herofics · 4 years ago

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Dabi beats up an asshole ex step-mom, but it’s comfort

Guess who isn't doing so well on this wonderful day, you fucking guessed it, me. They’re childhood friends and the reader stayed in contact with Dabi even after he left his family and they both became villains, the reader not so much but they aren’t exactly a lawful citizen. Also can you tell I’m venting some shit, obviously this is highly exaggerated and I wouldn’t hurt anyone, but god does it feel good to get some anger out. I’m 6cm taller than Dabi and much bigger, and I’m saying this because it ended up being a bit of self insert, or at least with a big reader.

You weren’t really sure what triggered it this time. Scratch that, you knew exactly what made it happen, but you didn’t really want to accept it.

“Fuck!” you yelled as you hit the brick wall for the hundredth time that evening.

You knuckles were bleeding and bruised, but you didn’t care, you barely even felt the pain anymore.

“Fucking bitch!” you shouted and struck the wall one more time.

“Ya know, there’s a perfectly good punching bag right there” Dabi said as he leaned against the doorframe.

You turned around, out of breath, and crossed your arms in front of yourself, trying to hide your hands.

“Can you just go away?” you asked, sounding more desperate than angry.

“Sure can, but I’m not gonna” he scoffed and started walking towards you.

You took a step back, but now your back was against the wall and you couldn’t really get away from him.

“Nowhere to run now” Dabi smirked and forcefully twisted your hands away from your sides, to see the damage you’d done this time.

“So?” you asked, looking away from him.

“You didn’t fracture anything did you?” he asked after a while, and let go of your hands.

“I-I don’t think so”

“Good, cause we’ve got something to do” he turned around and started walking out.

You grabbed your hoodie from the floor and threw it on, following Dabi out of the dusty gym.

“What exactly do you have in mind?” you asked as he pulled his hood up and put on a black facemask.

“That hag of an ex step-mom of yours is bothering you again, isn’t she? We’re gonna go greet her”

“How’d you know?” you asked and shoved your hands into your hoodie pockets.

“You yellin ‘fucking bitch’ at the top of your lungs while hittin a wall kinda gave it away”

“Ah” you shook your head.

You walked through the city, without saying so much as a word after that. When you got to her house, you grabbed Dabi’s forearm and squeezed it a little too tight for his liking.

“You’re not gonna kill her, right?” you asked, while still holding onto his arm.

“Like I said, we’re just gonna greet her” he growled and ripped his arm away from your grip.

“Sorry, I-”

You were interrupted by the door opening and that hag peeking out the door. She saw you and you could see her eyes darken. It honestly gave you goosebumps, and brought back a lot of the shit she had done.

“”What are you doing here? I thought you never wanted to see me again” she said spitefully.

“I didn’t, and I don’t, but he does”

Dabi took his mask off and shoved it into his pocket. Even though you could only see the side of his face you knew he had that crazy gleam in his eyes and he was smiling like a maniac.

“Hello Mrs” he said and pushed her back into the house so forcefully, she fell on her ass into the hallway, leaving a smoldering handprint on her shirt.

“Dabi? Isn’t this enough, she looks scared enough”

“No, not what she did to you” he hissed and you could see the smoke coming from his hands.

“What I did?! That brat is-” she started but Dabi pretty much showed his boot into her mouth.

“No one asked you anythin” Dabi growled and waved his finger in front of her face, before taking his boot off her face.

“You said you wouldn’t kill her” you said, not even really sure if you wanted to convince him.

“I won’t” Dabi said.

“But?”

“But ya might want to call an ambulance soon” he said as he grabbed her by the collar with both hands.

The fabric started smoking and burning and your former step-mother screamed, hopefully more because of fear than pain. You pressed your hands to your ears to muffle at least some of the sounds. You stepped outside for a few minutes, before calling the ambulance, but after a while you couldn’t take the noises anymore and you slammed the door open.

“Dabi!” you finally yelled and grabbed his arm.

Dabi turned his head to look at you and stopped struggling against your grip. Even though you looked angry, it didn’t seem to be directed at him. You were looking past him and down to the human sack of shit laying on the floor. Even though you were obviously angry, you also seemed very sad.

“Fine” he sighed and ripped his arm out of your grasp.

“I called an ambulance, it should be here soon, so we need to go” you said, now looking more like your calm self.

You grabbed Dabi’s hand and started dragging him away from the scene of the crime. When you had put enough distance between yourself and the house, you turned around and noticed that he was bleeding from his face and the hand you had grabbed. You figured your former step-mother had managed to rip a few of his staples off.

“I’ll patch you up once we get back to my place, put your mask back on and maybe you won’t look as suspicious as you are” you remarked.

“Yeah, yeah” he said and took his hand back to put his mask on.

You lead the way to your apartment, when you got there you sat Dabi down on the couch.

“Wait there, I’ve got some replacement staples for you and I’m gonna clean off the blood”

“I can do that myself” he argued, but you weren’t having any of it.

“Oh shut up, you’re too angry to do shit right now, I felt how your hands were shaking”

“Fuck you” Dabi growled and leaned back on the couch.

You carried one of the kitchen chairs in front of the couch and sat down on it, setting the wound cleaning supplies on the coffee table behind you.

You grabbed Dabi’s chin and started cleaning the blood off his face. You had to swipe his hair out of the way a couple of times too.

“You’re too goddamn dirty for this to be of any actual help. Go take a shower you dirty gremlin”

Dabi just sighed, but obliged with your request without much resistance, but he still made sure to smack you on the back of the head as he walked by.

“I’ll give you a t-shirt and a pair of my joggers, so throw your clothes in the washer” you yelled as he slammed the bathroom door shut.

You could hear the shower turn on and while he was in there, you decided to patch up your knuckles. You disinfected your hands and wrapped some gauze around your knuckles. Then you left the clothes you promised next to the bathroom door. You laid down on the couch to wait for Dabi to come out of the shower.

Dabi stood under the warm water for a while. How long had it been since he had actually taken a proper shower, with soap and all. He opened a couple of the shampoos and shower gels, before he found the one that smelled the most like you. He decided not to use it, but instead just took a deep breath of the smell and memorized the brand. Maybe he would buy it for you sometime. Dabi put the bottle back and chose something else that would be better for the burnt parts of his skin.

“What am I gonna do with them?” he muttered. “How do I keep them safe?”

Laying there on the couch, you got to thinking, it wasn’t like you had any love left for your ex-step-mom, but you didn’t really know how to feel about what Dabi had done. It’s not that she didn’t deserve every bit of it, it’s more about the fact that you felt like you should’ve done it yourself and not let Dabi bloody his hands again. You knew what he was, you knew who he worked with and the things he’d done, but you didn’t want to use him like some sort of an attack dog.

The bathroom door opened and Dabi stepped out. He was wearing the pants you’d given him but he wasn’t wearing a shirt. He was drying his hair on the towel and when he was done, he draped it over the chair you had brought next to the couch.

“You good?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine” you said and grabbed the staples and the surgical stapler off the table. “Sit down, and I’ll patch you up too”

Dabi sat down on the couch next to you and was very still during the whole stapling operation. You were used to doing it for him, since you’d been doing this for years, ever since he had had a need for it. You grabbed his chin again and started working on his face, it didn’t seem like the skin had ripped too badly, which was a damn miracle, so you just pressed the stapler close to the old spots and pressed it down. Next was his hand, it looked much worse, but you managed to patch him up with the addition of a few stitches and the staples on top. Even when you were done, you didn’t let go of his hand, you just looked at it and brushed your thumb over the border of normal and burnt skin.

“Do you hate me now?” he asked suddenly.

“I may be annoyed at you, but I could never hate you” you said as you put the last staple to his hand. “Touya…” you used his real name to see if he would react any differently, but he didn’t seem to care. “We’ve been friends since we were kids, and you’ve always looked out for me. You know I appreciate that, but I don’t want to take advantage of your willingness to stand up for me, and I’m not so weak that I would need it anyway”

“I don’t do it because I think you’re weak. I do it because you’re too damn kind to give shitty people what they deserve”

“You might be right about that” you sighed, finally letting go of his hand. “Why’d you choose today to do that anyway?”

“Just felt like it” he shrugged.

“Sure…” you rolled your eyes. “Also, could you put a shirt on?”

“Why? You getting all hot and bothered about it?” he smirked.

“No-no, jackass” you said and hit his shoulder.

“Ouch” he said a bit over dramatically.

“Seriously though, if at all possible, I wish you didn’t have to bloody your hands even more because of me”

“I would burn the whole world down for you, and there is nothing you could do about it” Dabi said quietly, but you could hear he was very serious.

“Thank you, but I’m sure it won’t come to that” you said.

You moved to lay down on the couch but Dabi pulled you down so your head was on his lap. You could feel his hands in your hair and you took a deep breath. He smelled like sea salt and toasted cinnamon. Everything was better like this, just like this.

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fridayfirefly · 4 years ago

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A Friend at Midnight

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Written for Maribat March Day 13 - Reverse Robins

Dick hated Gotham Academy. He hated the pretentious, overqualified teachers. He hated the stuck-up, shallow students. He hated their expensive cars and their designer clothes and their smug faces. He hated the way they sucked up to him to his face but called him a circus freak behind his back. Especially, Dick hated their parties, where they drank and smoked and got high on party drugs.

However, a new drug was emerging in the back alleys of Gotham and Batman needed to know how far it had reached. So, as the only member of the family still in high school, it was Dick's job to infiltrate the party and investigate exactly what type of drugs his classmates were using. Dick wasn't happy about it but he didn't have much of a choice. Robin was Batman's sidekick, which meant that he didn't get to pick and choose his missions.

After an hour at Tony McLaughlin's house party Dick could safely say that the worst drug at the party was some ecstasy that Tony's older brother supplied. All Dick wanted to do was wash his hands and get away from the party, hopefully with enough time that he could still patrol with Tim. Dick rarely got to patrol with his older brother, who was so busy with his classes at Gotham University that he only ever came home during breaks.

Dick's plans for the night were derailed when he walked into the bathroom to see a girl lying in the bathtub, headphones in her eyes. Her eyes were closed, mascara messy from the tears. Dick recognized her as one of Lila's friends. She was a quiet girl, which was odd because most of Lila's friends were just as obnoxiously talkative as Lila.

"Are you alright?" asked Dick.

The girl blinked open her eyes. "I'm fine. I just wanted to get away from Lila."

At that moment, Lila Rossi poked her head through the bathroom door. "Dick, how nice to see you here." Lila said his name like it was honey on her tongue, lips curling into a smile as she spoke. Her eyes, however, betrayed her intentions. Dick was good at reading people. Good enough to know that Lila Rossi was bad news. "I didn't think you came to parties like this, not that I'm complaining. I see you've met the foreign exchange student that my family is hosting, Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

It said a lot about Lila, thought Dick, that she said Marinette's relation to her before she said Marinette's name.

Dick shrugged, putting on his best nonchalant expression. "I just came to check it out. I was about to leave, anyway.

"You should stay. I'm sure you want to get to know Marinette. Isn't she just the cutest? We're best friends, Marinette and I." Lila got a little closer to Dick with every sentence until she was nearly pressed against his chest.

"Actually, I'm going home." Marinette pulled herself up out of the bathroom. Dick noted a few more details about her that he had missed in his first evaluation. There was alcohol on her breath as well as a plastic cup half-full of beer beside the bathtub. There was a bruise on the left side of her face, expertly hidden under her thick coat of makeup but easily detected by Dick, who was trained to recognize signs of abuse. There were also bruises on her knees, slightly obscured beneath her opaque tights, and scrapes on the palms of her hands. The evidence was overwhelming that there was something wrong with Marinette.

Lila rolled her eyes. "We're not leaving until the party's over."

"I'll take an uber."

"You didn't bring your wallet. How are you going to pay for that uber?" asked Lila, her tone starting to harden.

"I can drive Marinette home," said Dick. His offer was half a kindness towards Marinette, who looked like hell even though she was one of the most sober people at the party, and half because it gave him an excuse to leave without blowing his cover as just another partygoer.

"I don't think that's appropriate," said Lila. She looked scandalized at the suggestion that Dick and Marinette would go home together, which was an odd choice, considering she had propositioned Dick many times in his years at Gotham Academy.

"I don't care" Marinette walked out of the bathroom without another word, leaving Dick to trail after her as she made her way to the door, only detouring to grab a coat off of the back of one of the couches in the living room. She walked through the house like she owned the place, shooting glares at anyone who dared to get in her way. Dick didn't know how he had never noticed Marinette before - or, more accurately, he didn't know how he never saw through the mask of an empty-headed party girl that she put on when she was around Lila.

As soon as they left the house, Marinette started shivery, the cold December wind whipping her hair around her head. Dick showed her to his car and she climbed into the passenger seat, warming her hands against the heating vent as soon as he turned the car on.

"Where do you live?" asked Dick once they pulled out of the driveway.

"Lila's house is over on Washington Street," spoke Marinette, shifting in her seat so that she was hugging her knees.

Dick drove in silence, pretending out of politeness that he couldn't see the tears that started to slip down Marinette's face. However, when Marinette broke down in sobs it was much more difficult to not notice. "Could you pull over?" asked Marinette, sniffling as she spoke.

"Sure." Dick pulled his car into a gas station parking lot. After a few minutes, Marinette calmed down, her tears drying up.

"I'm sorry. I've just been having a hard time. Gotham is a big change from Paris," apologized Marinette.

"Lila said you were a foreign exchange student," noted Dick.

Marinette stared out the window and watched the cars driving by. "It seemed like a good idea at the time."

"And now?"

Marinette turned to look at him, an unnerving sadness in her blue eyes. "Have you ever noticed how terrible Gotham is? There's so much pain out there and I can't escape it. It sucks you in and makes you feel like you deserve it."

"I'm not sure I understand."

"I guess I should explain how I got here. When I decided that I wanted to participate in the foreign exchange program, I was given a choice between a couple of different host families. Lila called me up on the phone every night for a week before I made my choice assuring me that we would be best friends. All I wanted was a best friend, so I chose her, only to find out that every word she said to me was a lie. At first, Lila just wanted someone to torment, to make herself look and feel better. But when she couldn't wear me down fast enough, she changed tactics. She started taking me to parties and forcing me to get drunk and parading me around in front of her rich friends."

"Can you change host families?"

Marinette shook her head. "All of the other host families for Gotham Academy were given students of their own. Unless another family enrolls half-way through the semester, I'm stuck with Lila. I only left her at the party to get a moment away from her constant attention. I just needed a break."

With this new information, Dick could begin to see how Lila had worn away at Marinette. The girl looked exhausted, with dark circles under her eyes that were only half-hidden by her makeup.

"If you want to get away from Lila for the night, I could take you to my house. We have plenty of spare bedrooms."

The relief in Marinette's eyes was enough to break Dick's heart. It was obvious that Lila's abuse had taken its toll on the girl. "Thank you."

Dick turned the car around and started driving back to the Manor.

"Can I ask you a question?" Marinette piped up.

"Sure."

"Why did Lila call you a dick? She's usually much better behaved around attractive boys."

Dick let out a laugh. "My name is Dick."

Marinette tilted her head in confusion. "I thought that your name was Grayson?"

"Richard Grayson, but I go by Dick. But I think the more important thing to pay attention to is the fact that you called me attractive."

Marinette blushed. "I'm not going to flatter you by debating an objective fact."

"So you think my attractiveness is an objective fact?" teased Dick.

Marinette groaned. "I just can't win with you, can I?"

"Not if I can help it." Dick pulled the car up the driveway and into the garage. "Let's get you inside. You look cold."

Marinette glanced down at her outfit, the dress that was four inches shorter than the Gotham Academy regulation skirts and the white tights that were so thin they couldn't hide the bruises that marred her knees. "I wanted to wear pants, but Lila threatened to throw out all of my jeans if I didn't put a dress on."

Dick frowned, already making plans to have Bruce open up one of the spare bedrooms for Marinette permanently. There was no way he was sending Marinette back into the lion's den that was the Rossi household. "We've got company!" yelled Dick as he and Marinette came in through the side door. It was best to warn his family when there was company over so that they could at least pretend to be a normal family that didn't spend their nights fighting crime.

Dick led Marinette through the kitchen and into the foyer, just as Tim was coming down the stairs two at a time. "Who's our company?" he asked, giving Marinette an interested look.

"I offered Marinette her one of the spare rooms to spend the night," explained Dick.

"I'm Marinette." Marinette gave Tim a wave. Dick was struck by how different this Marinette looked from the girl who stormed through the McLaughlin's living room like everyone there was beneath her. In the empty foyer of Wayne Manor, with a hesitant smile on her face, Marinette looked vulnerable. Dick could tell that this was the real Marinette, not the mask she wore in front of Lila.

"It's nice to meet you, Marinette. I'm Tim." Tim turned his attention back to Dick, narrowing his eyes. "I"m going to tell Bruce about our guest while you show Marinette to her rooms."

Dick nodded. "Sure, I'll meet you at Bruce's office."

"I hope I'm not causing any trouble," said Marinette once they were alone and making their way to the guest wing.

Dick shook his house. "My brothers have friends over all the time. You're much better behaved than anyone Jason has brought home."

"I'll be on my best behavior," promised Marinette, giving Dick a tentative smile as she brushed one hand against Dick's forearm and the other against the doorknob of the door that would be hers for the night. "Thanks for taking me home."

"No problem," said Dick. As soon as he heard the latch of Marinette's door click he was walking to Bruce's office. Dick was certain that Bruce would have no qualms opening up his house to Marinette once Dick explained her situation. Bruce had a soft spot for kids with dark hair and blue eyes who came from troubled home situations.

All three of his brothers were in Bruce's office by the time Dick entered the room.

"Welcome back, Grayson," Damian spoke first. The neutral look on his brother's face was Dick's first indication that something might have gotten lost in translation when Tim saw him bringing Marinette into the Manor. Looking back, he probably should have warned them ahead of time. Sneaking (though sneaking wasn't necessarily the right word for it since he announced their presence as soon as they got through the door) a drunk girl through the side door might not have been the best idea.

"I heard you brought a friend home with you," said Bruce, his tone aggressively non-judgmental.

Jason wasn't so considerate - his voice was hot with disapproval. "I thought your mission was reconnaissance only. I don't think that bringing home some sleazy drunk girl was a part of that mission."

Dick glowered at Jason, who had been in a bad mood since Bruce discovered and disposed of his stash of cigarettes earlier that week. “Don’t talk about Marinette like that. She didn't have anywhere safe to go, so I brought her here until she finds a place to stay."

"Why don't you take a seat and explain what happened tonight, before we jump to any conclusion." Bruce directed the last part of his statement towards Jason, who pointedly refused to look guilty.

"Marinette is an exchange student from Paris. Her host family has been allowing their daughter to take advantage of her. Lila Rossi has been taking Marinette to parties and plying her with alcohol as some sort of party trick for her friends, knowing that Marinette can't escape the situation without losing her spot in the exchange program. I couldn't, in good conscience, allow Marinette to return home to them, so when she expressed a desire to stay the night somewhere else, I offered up one of the guest bedrooms."

Jason had the decency to look guilty. "I guess I should apologize for jumping to conclusions. Sorry, Dickie Bird. I should've known you wouldn't try anything."

"Is there any way for her to switch host families?" asked Tim, the problem-solver of his brothers.

Dick nodded. "The only issue with her switching host families is that there are none available right now for her to stay with. I'm sure that won't be an issue much longer."

Bruce had his laptop out and was composing an email before Dick finished his sentence. "I'll arrange for our family to be registered as a host family for the Gotham Academy Foreign Exchange Program. Hopefully, we can get this all sorted out soon so that Marinette can move in over the weekend."

Dick grinned. His family might drive him crazy sometimes, but they always pulled through for him in the end. Marinette wouldn't have to worry anymore. His family would keep her safe.

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bakugohoex · 4 years ago

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“y/n, if it was the end of the world and you asked to talk, i’d be there in a heartbeat”

pairing: wakatoshi ushijima x female reader

cw: fluff, angst, crying, langauge

word count: 3800+

a/n: this took like three hours to write so hopefully it doesn’t flop, i’m scared it might because it’s an ushijima fic and i don’t know that many people who acc simp over this man

summary: in which your recent break up had made you realise your unknown feelings for your roommate ushijima, whilst he’s trying to distract you from your break up, you end up meeting your ex where your feelings get revealed

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The slam of the door signified the end of the long tumultuous relationship. It wasn’t like you loved the guy, he was the one to pursue you and he was nothing more than a passer-by in your life. So, why were you so upset? It was mainly the comments when the two of you had been arguing in your apartment. You were glad your roommate wasn’t here and at practice, you didn’t want him to witness the words that came from his mouth.

“You really are a fucking whore, you’ve probably been sleeping with that volleyball player” He was pacing back and forth, a tear falling down your face.

“I fucking wish I had.” You spoke nonchalantly, you had stopped caring about the relationship.

“You wish you had, stupid cunt, at least I had the balls to sleep with other girls, you really think you’re the shit don’t you.” He paused. “You’re worthless and no wonder nobody has stuck around.”

You wiped your tears away, going to the mirror in the bathroom. You knew Ushijima would be home soon and you didn’t need him to see you crying, you didn’t want him to ask about what had happened. Why did you even say you wish you had slept with him? You tensed more tears falling down your cheek. How fucking dare, he say all that shit about cheating, who was he to give an opinion on you anymore.

You shook your head wiping your tears, you were glad the weekend was here, not wanting to go back to classes at all. The university life was hard and being younger than Ushijima he had already become a professional volleyball player whilst you were in your last year.

He had met you through mutual friends and you two were both in need of roommates. It was the only reason for the arrangement to occur, you both rarely saw each other, mostly in the mornings before classes and practices and in the evenings. On weekends there was an exception with no early morning practice, so you saw him a lot more.

You walked out of the bathroom, needing food to fill the sad ridden hole in your heart. “Y/n, you home.”

You heard Ushijima’s footsteps come towards the kitchen. He was sweaty and tired from practice; you hid your sadness with a smile. It was fake and he could see in your eyes the fresh tears indicating that you weren’t okay, he didn’t ask knowing that you might just need space.

“How was practice?” You asked finding some milk, wanting cereal even though it was hitting 8pm.

“It was fine, Kageyama’s getting a lot better setting for other people.”

“He’s the new guy, right?” You had heard about Kageyama from Bokuto who you had known since high school. He told you about the training camps he had been on with Kageyama and Hinata.

“Yeah, in my last year, his school beat us.” He spoke tiredly, it seemed like he had gotten over the lose as quickly as it happened. “You only have cereal at night when you’re sad.”

“Oh, you noticed.” You whisper pouring the milk on the cereal.

He nodded, resting his head on his hand. You spoke again sitting in front of him, he looked even more tired than normally. But was still staying up to talk to you, “I’m now single.”

“Oh, are you okay?” He didn’t know what else to ask looking up at you with his olive eyes looking up at you, to anybody this would look like his normal stoic self but you his eyes showed a type of comfort.

“Yeah, we both said some stuff we regret.” The five words you had previously shouted skimmed through your mind.

He grabbed another bowl on the side, taking the cereal and milk and eating as well. You smiled softly at the boy, helping him make sure nothing spilt on the sides. “As long as you’re happy.”

“Yeah, I guess I am.” You whisper, you both sat in a comfortable silence, eating and just appreciating the presence both of you brought.

“Practice got cancelled tomorrow.” You had been washing the dishes as Ushijima walked back in having got changed, the grey joggers and white shirt encased his muscles and hard body.

You turned to face the boy, ever since saying the words all you could think about was ripping his clothes off and letting him take all of you. You knew he has a big cock; it was obvious not just from how you could sometimes see the indent through his joggers especially now. But the amount of big dick energy memes that Ushijima got from his friends that you had to explain to him.

He smiled to you, grabbing his water bottle before speaking again, “we should hang out, you can get over your boyfriend then.” He was very blunt about your feelings towards your ex-boyfriend and as much as you wanted to be isolated in your room. You needed to prove to him and yourself that you weren’t going to stay pent up over a relationship that didn’t matter at all.

“Sure, what do you want to do?” You ask, his gaze moving from his phone to your smaller frame, you had come closer to him and he gulped at how you were almost touching arm-to-arm.

“Hoshiumi told us about this new restaurant that opened up, they serve sushi.” You smiled at the boy.

“I can go for some sushi.” He smiled back putting a hand on your shoulder, it sent a burst of electricity through you and all wished for was that hand wrapped around your neck.

He left as soon as he came, you could sense he needed sleep so let him go without another word. You went into your own room, it had potted plants and pictures from high school and university, there were some with Fukurodani’s team, you and Akaashi, you and the MSBY Black Jackals and even you and Ushijima from a night out.

He was tipsy which led him to be blunter which you enjoyed hearing his opinions of people. His arm was lazily around your shoulder as he bent down his mouth to your ear. The photo was amusing and brought you joy at the close contact.

You didn’t bother staying awake, trying to fall asleep, but all you could do was cry.

He shouted out, “you’re so fucking stupid, get it through that thick skull that you were always just my sex toy.”

The words echoed through your head as more tears fell down your face. You didn’t care about him, you hated him. But the more you thought about the wasted days on him and the loveless sex, it angered you.

You had fallen asleep, but nightmares ran through your head, you were panting in your sleep, moving back and forth at the feeling of worthlessness. You screamed waking up, sweat dripped from your forehead as tears fell down your face. It wasn’t the normal tears you had had, you were sobbing, the wetness never ending.

You heard your door open, seeing a shirtless tired Ushijima walk in, he didn’t say anything, only moving to sit on your bed. He saw the tears and breathlessness, you both didn’t speak, until you felt his arm around you softly.

The way you instantly clung onto him, the tears falling. Even if you could never have the stoic boy, it was nice to have him around you. “What happened?”

You were about to explain the dream before he brought a finger to your lips to stop you. “Not about your dream, about him, what did he say to you?”

You looked up at him, his arm still around you, your hair dishevelled and most of all your face damp, “he called me w…worthless, a cunt, a whore, just a…a sex toy.”

Ushijima’s jaw clenched at your vulnerability, “if I ever see him, I’m going to kill him.” He mutters, it was probably the first time you heard any emotion come from him. “He’s fucking stupid Y/n, he never deserved you.”

“I know, I hate h…him, but the w…words, am I not everything he said.” Tears continued to fall as you felt Ushijima’s hands cup your cheek wiping the tears away. You leant your head against his exposed chest, he looked down at you, a softness collapsing inside of him.

“Y/n, you should’ve talked to me before.”

You look at him, he didn’t look at you, looking at the pictures and plants, a soft smile as he saw the photo of you two. “You were tired, and you have other things to worry about than…”

He interrupts you gazing into your eyes, “Y/n, if it was the end of the world and you asked to talk, I’d be there in a heartbeat.”

A soft smile placed on your face, you truly appreciated him. He let you vent your feelings for a couple more minutes before you got tired again. “Can you stay?”

The whisper and hesitation in your voice made Ushijima give a small smile before nodding. He may be a man of little words but the way he slept beside you, you hesitated to create any contact. But as you turned on your side facing away from him, you felt his arms moving to your waist. The way you felt protected and loved, your back pressing against his base chest, it was paradise and everything you needed.

You both woke up entangled in each other’s arms, your body had turned inwards as Ushijima slept on his back. A secure arm still around you but your own hand had rested on his chest, feeling each muscle tense under you.

“Good morning.” His voice was rough and tired, you giggled at how he remained under you. It was as if he wasn’t acknowledging the closeness.

“Morning.” You smile back, “what time are we going to the sushi place?”

He checks the clock on your beside table, seeing it only being half eight. He turns to face you again, “we should go mid-day I want to show you something afterwards.”

You nod at the boy but the nosiness in you made you start to annoy the boy, “what do you want to show me?”

“It’s a surprise Y/n.”

“You’re so mean Toshi.” The nickname fell off your lips without you realising, his face hinted at some redness before he didn’t meet your gaze.

“Be patient Y/n.” You rolled your eyes looking at your ceiling, glow in the dark stars scattered across.

“The stars don’t even glow properly, why did you buy them?”

You elbowed his side, which you forget was bare, he didn’t move probably not even feeling it, “they were a present, I love stars and space.”

“I can tell.” He spoke getting up, his back was away from you, he rolled his shoulders, making you see his back muscles all you wanted to do was touch them and scratch them all up. “Get ready.”

He left the room, not even meeting your glance, you quickly did your morning routine, before going to make breakfast, making some for Ushijima after last night. You heard the shower turn off just as you put down the plates of pancakes, he walked in his hair wet and down. He was too pretty to be human; the way water beads fell to his torso where his joggers encased his thighs.

You were almost drooling at the boy, everything you had taken for granted before was becoming increasingly perfect to you. “I made pancakes” You gulped out.

“Thank you.” He sat in front again, as you passed him a plate, he started to speak about his friend who had become a chocolatier, his friend seemed to be the opposite to him. “You remind me of him, he was always the enthusiastic type.”

“I’m surprised you were friend’s with him, he seems more talkative than you are.”

“I grew comfortable with him to express myself more, I talk more with you than I normally do.” He spoke eating, you could see the maple syrup wrap around his lips, he licked them. Your mouth agape as you couldn’t control the feeling inside of you. It was a small action that made your legs tense moving closer together.

He continued to speak, getting more comfortable to talk more than he normally did. Even you had said less words than he had, and you were normally the one to carry conversations.

“I’ll wash up, you get changed.” You nodded at the man, as you skipped away. He watched how you moved thinking of last night.

You were vulnerable and all he wanted to do was make you know that you were wanted. Holding you in his arms all he felt was an electric love flow through him. Your tight shirt had hung on you perfectly, he could see every part of your body and the shorts did little to hide your legs. If you hadn’t have been crying, he would’ve taken you right there.

He continued his thoughts about last night as you got changed. Contemplating to what to wear, you wanted to look nice, even if it wasn’t a date, you wanted to make him swoon. You saw the chilly outside, finding some trousers that hugged your thighs before flaring out at the bottom, you wore them and an oversized sweatshirt. You couldn’t be bothered to wear a coat and as you dried your hair letting it set you did your makeup, you looked perfect well that’s what you hoped he would say.

You walked out, trying to find your shoes with a small bag around your body. Ushijima had been waiting leaning against the sofa, his face concentrated on his phone. He had no social media, so you had no idea what had been intriguing him as much as it had. You often tried to plead him to get something so you could send him funny memes, but he’d remain silent patting your head like a dog. It was a silent way of him say no kindly.

He looked up, his white button up shirt and jeans on fitting him nicely. He was never one to care about his appearance, but the white shirt left nothing to your imagination, you could see every indent, he held a coat in his arms, as he eyed you up and down.

“Do I not look nice?” You were hesitant on your outfit choice now.

He scratched his head looking at you, “You look perfect.”

You smiled looking down, “we should get going.”

The walk and drive to the sushi place was quiet, you had been longing for any type of touch from him. But he kept his eyes on the road, one hand on the wheel as the other was biting his nail. The tension in the air, he wanted to ask if you were doing okay, but didn’t want to make you sad.

He went against the thought anyway and asked, “are you doing okay?” He was parking the car, looking out the back window, his arm around your seat, as you could see his arms, the way his biceps tensed and face locked. He was a beauty, and you were swooning hard.

“I’m fine, I want to thank you for last night, it really meant a lot.” You stopped looking at his arms, the way your head had been a mere inch from his arms.

You looked down at your fingers waiting for him to speak, “Everything I said last night was the truth.” You nodded not wanting to say anymore.

You both started walking towards the sushi place, it wasn’t that cold, but you could feel a cold breath of air hitting your face. You wanted to just wrap around the tall boy but went against your thoughts as he opened the sushi place doors.

It looked nice and cosy and there was a mass of customers, clearly a popular place. You both got lead to a table, it was cute and near the window, so you could admire the sky. “It’s on me, so choose whatever you want.”

You looked at him, his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, “I can’t let you do that, it’s…”

“I want too.” You didn’t bother fighting, both ordering what you wanted.

You started to talk about Uni and how much your professors hated you, “I’m serious, I was like five minutes late and I got a shouting out at the end of the lecture.”

“You should’ve just explained why you were late.” He played with the straw of his drink.

“I couldn’t really be saying I was late because I had been binge watching My Hero Academia, could I?”

“Was that the night, I had to come into your room to tell you to shut up.” You face flushed at how Ushijima had seen you wrapped in your covers watching the show, your eyes had been bloodshot, and bags had formed under your eyes.

You nod as he smirks, “you looked like a raccoon.”

“hey, raccoons can look cute.”

He raised an eyebrow, “I don’t know what kind of raccoons you’ve met.”

Your food came as you gave a soft smile at the boy, “Did you know racoons have actually be around for 40,000 years.”

He stared blankly at you, “there is no reason for you to ever need that information.”

“There is, I can annoy you with random facts now.” He remembered every time you’d come into his room and tell him a stupid fact you had learnt about from Tiktok.

He watched you eat, and speak, the conversation allowing both of you to talk and laugh, even the stoic Ushijima allowed himself to laugh a couple times. It wasn’t as silent as you had thought it had been when he asked last night.

But good things don’t last, you heard the door open again, before seeing the waitress bring in a couple, they sat beside you, and Ushijima’s face fell as soon as he saw who it was. He was ready to punch the man but restrained himself as you hadn’t noticed them.

“Y/n.” Hearing your name you turned and saw your ex.

Your face fell as you stopped talking about what you had learnt in an astronomy society you had joined at uni. “Oh.”

“Whose this?” The girl in front of him asked as she looked at disgust at you, but at the sight of Ushijima she began flaunting herself.

“This is my ex, moving on with your roommate, I was right then, you had slept with him.” You didn’t speak keeping quiet, “you always were a slut.”

Ushijima’s blood boiled, what right did this insignificant man have to belittle you, “She’s hasn’t, yet, but when she does, just know that I’ll fuck her better than you ever could, and I’ll make her cum more than you ever will.”

Shock. Your eyes widened at Ushjima’s bluntness, you knew he was blunt but this, this was another level. He looked at you as if he hadn’t just said what he said.

“Fucking whore.” Your ex muttered but you ignored him looking at Ushijima.

“I’m going to go pay.” Ushijima mutters, you stayed silent, still in shock, your ex and his new girl kept to themselves, but even she looked at Ushijima who was paying, her gaze never left him. Your ex had grown frustrated with the lack of attention on him.

Ushijima was perfect to look at but all you could think about were the words that had came out of his mouth. You took a breath of air as he walked back, he put his hand out.

Your face softened as you took it, he helped you up before you felt his grip tighten not leaving you. He didn’t speak about his early remark, and you were silent, different things going through your head. But most of all, was this a confession of love or just him wanting to fuck you.

“The surprise is a couple minutes, are you okay to walk?” You nod not speaking, he stares at you knitting his eyebrows in confusion, “did I say something wrong?”

His lack of awareness made your heart beat, even he didn’t realise the implications of what he said. “No, everything’s fine.”

You followed along, his hand still wrapped in your own, he would squeeze it occasionally, but you ignored it. You finally reached what looked like a museum. Confusion filled your face before you looked at the sign outside.

‘Talk on everything to do with space, 2pm in the main auditorium’

You looked at Ushijima, “how did you know I wanted to go?”

“I heard you a couple weeks ago, you asked your ex if you could both go, and he said no. I got us two tickets.”

Ushijima smiled showing the two tickets, the date stamped of when he bought it had been weeks ago, you smiled at him. Before you both went inside, you stopped him, “what you said in front of my ex, did you mean it?”

“What?” He questioned before nodding, “Oh, yeah as much as I do want to fuck you, I thought this date would be better.”

“D…Date.” You hadn’t even realised this was a date at how oblivious you were.

“I wouldn’t ask anybody to get sushi and watch the stars with me.” His lip twitched upwards.

The word ‘date’ still ran through your head at how confused you were. “I didn’t know.”

“I assumed you did, I should’ve been straight forward as usual, my apoli...”

You stop him, grabbing his shirt forward, he leant down knowing what you were about to do. Before your lips attached to one another, his hand moved to your waist bringing you forward, he had to bend his back to reach your height, but he didn’t care he just wanted to feel your lips on his. He continued to deepen the kiss, his hands gripping your sides, before one moved to your neck, softly wrapping it around your throat. You moaned a sign you liked it as he continued to lightly press it.

His tongue flicked against your lips, you moaned his name, a sound he had been craving to hear before his tongue wrapped around your own, your breathing heavy, you were glad nobody was near you, all being inside due to it getting more frigid. He finally let you go, his hand still on your neck but moving to your cheek, his thumb brushing up and down.

“I like you Toshi.”

“I like you too Y/n.” It was the words you both had longed to hear from one another, and he grabbed your hand again bringing you even closer than before, you walked into the show, happily and content with the new relationship blossoming between you two.

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Love Letter - Richie Tozier

word count: 12,440 (I got really carried away) warnings: swearing request: @oceanspray5: Hi! Can you write a hc or (even better) a fic for Richie x fem!Reader (only if you want to of course) where he is deeply in love with her. She's sweet and nice but evryone says he's bad for her cuz he's a trashmouth so he would only corrupt her. Cue Richie leaving secret notes and flowers from the quarry in her locker as an outlet to try and rid himself of his heartache/feelings, not expecting anything in return, until one day she accidently finds out and it's happy ending of course. Thank you! summary: When Ben tells Richie that the best thing to help with his feelings for (y/n) is to write her a love letter, the trashmouth never expected it to turn into a full on secret admirer thing.

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A simple note. That’s all he had to do, all he had to write. He could pour out everything he was feeling into one little letter, slip it into her locker, and get it over with.

Ben said that’s how easy it was! He’d told him that as long as he was honest, and spilled his very heart out onto the paper, then his heart wouldn’t go so crazy around her anymore. He wouldn’t feel like he was suffocating as she filled every one of his senses.

However, now that he’s looking at this letter, this heartfelt letter, and probably the most sincere thing he’s ever written, he didn’t feel all that much better.

So right away, he picked up the phone and called Ben.

“Hi, Richie-”

“Yeah hey, what the fuck is this shit?” Richie jumped right into it, before Ben could even really say hello. “You said this would help!”

“Are you talking about the letter?” Ben asked hopefully.

Richie rolled his eyes.

“No. I’m talking about fucking smoking crack- yes I’m talking about the letter. You told me that once I wrote it, it would be off my chest and I wouldn’t have to think about her anymore?”

Ben was silent on the other end for a moment, and Richie tapped his foot impatiently on the floor.

“What do you mean?” He finally asked.

“What do I- Ben!” Richie screeched into the phone, “I said that I needed to stop thinking about (y/n) all the time, because I was starting to act like an idiot in front of her, remember?”

“Right, because you’re in love with her” Ben said in agreement.

“Yeah, whatever, my point is I wrote the goddamn letter and it hasn’t helped”

“Well, what do you mean it hasn’t helped?”

“I mean I’m still fucking thinking about her!” Richie yelled again.

“Can you stop yelling? It hurts my ear,” Ben muttered. “But you're doing something wrong, writing her a little love note isn’t supposed to get rid of your own feelings”

“But that’s what I-!”

“I don’t get why you want to stop liking her, (y/n’s) awesome,” Ben cut him off. “What you should do is give her your letter”

Richie almost had a heart attack. He really thought he was going to spasm and then drop dead on his bedroom floor.

“What, the, fuck?”

“Yeah,” Ben responds, and Richie can only assume that he’s shrugging his shoulders. “After I gave Bev my poem, I felt way better! Just knowing that she know how I feel-”

“What the hell? She doesn’t even know it’s from you!” Richie shrieks.

It’s silent again.

“Sorry for yelling” Richie mumbled.

“Thanks,” Ben answers. “But you don’t have to tell her that it’s you. It still feels good to know that she knows someone really likes her. Just give her it, you’ll know what I mean”

“How do I give it to her without her knowing it was from me?”

“I dunno. Slip it in her locker?”

Richie mulls it over for a moment, thinking about how he could put a letter like this in her locker when she’s not around. He decides that no one can be around, he doesn’t want a single person on this planet to know that he’s done this. Besides Ben, he supposes.

“You sure it’ll help?”

“Yeah” Ben replies, but it’s unenthusiastic, and not convincing at all.

Richie thinks he might just have to take the chance anyways, because if he holds onto all these feelings any longer, he might just explode, and that doesn’t seem like a good idea. ___

That’s how Richie finds himself sneaking into the hall the next day at school. He’d asked to go to the bathroom in the middle of class, when he knew the halls would be empty, and it would be the prime time to put his letter in (y/n’s) locker.

His plan worked.

There was no one around, and he slipped the folded paper in between the vents of her locker.

Luckily, he met her at her locker every day after school, so he knew exactly which one was hers. And as soon as the paper disappeared and fluttered into the locker, he felt the weight lift off his shoulders.

Ben was right. This was exactly what I needed.

He lingered there at her locker for a minute, feeling more relaxed than ever. And (y/n) hadn’t even read it yet. This was going to be perfect.

Maybe she’d wonder who it was for a couple days, maybe even for a week. But eventually she’ll get over it, and Richie hoped he could get over his feelings for her too.

Then they could go back to being friends, and he wouldn’t feel so awkward all the time. Perfect. ___

“Do you know anything about this?”

Beverly turned to (y/n), blowing a rather large bubble of bubblegum as she glanced at the paper in her friend’s hands. Shrugging, she shook her head, and her bubblegum popped.

“Nope” She answered.

(y/n) let out a short sound of disappointment as she looked back at the paper. It had been stuffed haphazardly in her locker, and as soon as she’d put in the combination and opened the door, it had fluttered down to her feet.

It was exciting at first, from the moment she opened it, she hung onto every word spilled out on the page. It was definitely the grandest gesture anyone had ever done for her, not to mention the most romantic thing she’d ever read. And to know that someone had written this for her, it made her heart pound in her ears, and her whole face had turned pink.

She read it over three times, before gathering her things for her next class, and racing off. She’d hoped, she’d crossed her fingers that Beverly knew who the boy was that had forgotten to sign his name.

She even said a little prayer in hopes that it was the boy she wished.

But if Beverly didn’t know about this note, then she probably didn’t know who it was from.

“What’s wrong?” The red haired girl asked, realizing that (y/n) had deflated in her seat.

“Oh, nothing, I just…”

“You want it to be from someone, don’t you?” Beverly asked, a smirk spreading across her lips.

She’s been friends with (y/n) for years now, and knew exactly what that longing look on her face meant.

“Well, maybe,” The girl admitted softly. “But it’s just so… carefully written, you know? I just feel like… like whoever wrote it should tell me”

“It is odd that it’s not signed,”

Beverly furrowed her brows, eyes skimming over the page skeptically. Her mind drifted to the beautiful poem she’d gotten on a postcard a couple years ago, and how that hadn’t been signed either.

“That means they don’t want you to know who it’s from”

“But I’m dying to know, Bev”

“Yeah, well, unless you want to interrogate the whole school, you’ll just have to accept it”

(y/n) frowned.

“That’s horrible advice”

Beverly laughed, and shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.

“Or you could always do a little investigating. Match up the handwriting, see if there’s anyone who talks to you like that,” She suggested, gesturing to the paper. “Wanna talk after school? Maybe flip through the yearbook and look at possible candidates?”

“Sure,” (y/n) lets out a small laugh at the idea. “Making lists always helps”

Of course, Beverly knew that.

“Great, I’ll call you after I finish this essay I’ve been putting off?” The redhead asked.

(y/n) nodded in agreement, thinking this was probably the next best idea they had.

She read through the note one more time, before carefully folding it back up by it’s original creases, and tucking it carefully into her bag. Class was going to start soon, she’d have to put off her investigation for another time. ___

Richie Tozier always met (y/n) at her locker at the end of the day. Mostly because it was the only time none of their other friends could drag her away from him. They had a tendency to want to put distance between the two.

Stan and Eddie had told (y/n) time and time again that she shouldn’t get too ‘exposed’ to Richie because he was such a trashmouth. She didn’t get it, and ignored their stupid warnings anyways. She was a big girl, she could make decisions for herself.

Besides, whenever she’d get to her locker to find Richie leaning against it, her knees got weak, and her heart would soar.

“Hello, Tozier” She greeted with a wide smile, one that she didn’t even bother to try taming.

“G’afternoon, m’lady” He responds in a dumb and not too great accent, but she laughs anyways as she spins in her locker combo.

Richie’s tapping his foot, staring at her anxiously. The good feeling he’d had earlier today getting eaten up by his nerves. What if she knew?

“Hey, are you doing anything?” She asks him, glancing up at him as she puts her books away.

“Besides standing here and breathing? I guess not” He retorts.

Jesus fucking christ that was the most embarassing thing you’ve ever said, what are you? A dad? Because that was a dad joke you dumb fuck-

“I mean after school,” (y/n) giggles, slinging her backpack over her shoulder, and shutting her locker. “I want a slushie”

“And I’m the only fella in the land that you want to accompany you?” He asks.

He mentally face-palms again.

For fucks sake would you get it together?

But again, she laughs, and nods her head.

“Sure, something like that,” She tells him. “Wanna go?”

“Abso-fuckin’-lutely”

They walk side by side out of school and into town. Normally they’d go to the quarry together to meet the others, but pretty much everyone had something going on, and couldn’t make it.

Some of Richie’s nerves had calmed, but he still found himself tapping at his leg when it would get silent between them.

She had a way of easing his nerves, but still making his heart pound like it was trying to get out of his chest.

(y/n) looked over to him, and leaned over to bump her side against his, bringing him out of his stupor.

“You sure are quiet today, Trashmouth,” She commented. “Somethin’ on your mind?”

“No, I just like hearing you run your mouth” He replied, hoping that she brushed his awkwardness as just him teasing.

She rolled her eyes back at him, but a smile curled on her lips.

“You’re funny,” She says nonchalantly. “I didn’t mean to talk so much”

“No really, you ramble a lot, it’s hilarious and adorable”

Her face got hot immediately after the word left his mouth, and so did Richie’s, but he did his best to hide it.

They get to 7-Eleven not too long after, and finally Richie seems to be his usual self.

He mixes a bunch of slushie flavors together, like an animal, and (y/n) can’t help but stick her tongue out as she watches him mix blueberry, cherry, orange, and lemon lime.

“What’s your problem?” Richie asks, adding banana slushie until it’s reached the top of his cup.

(y/n) shakes her head and scrunches up her nose in mock disgust at the action.

“How can you drink that?” She asks, filling her own cup with her usual cherry and blueberry mix. The way you were supposed to drink them.

“I like to live dangerously, toots” Richie replied with a wink that made her roll her eyes affectionately.

He brought his cup to the counter, giving the clerk the money for it and then some to cover (y/n’s). Just as she’d walked up to the register, sipping on her perfectly mixed drink, Richie was already grabbing her arm and pulling her out of the store.

“But I have to-”

“I already paid,” He told her, and cut her off just as she opened her mouth to protest. “Too late now, it’s already paid for, now come on”

She made a face, because she did not need him to do that, but it was still kind, so she thanked him quietly and followed behind him as they went outside.

They sat on the curb, setting their bookbags down and enjoying their cold drinks.

“It’s weird that we don’t hang out” (y/n) said, and Richie looked over to her, but she was staring down at her cup.

“Yeah,” He agreed. “But it’d be pretty humiliating to be murdered by Eddie, so…”

She laughs, but it’s half-hearted.

“Still…” She trails off, and dares a glance over to him. “We should just hang out anyways” Her eyes can’t meet his as she speaks, too bashful, but she waits for him to respond.

Richie gives her a wide grin, and when he chuckles, she finally looks up at him.

“How devious of you, breaking rules and shit” He says before sipping on his horrible concoction of flavors that shouldn’t taste good together.

“It’s not a rule,” She says, scolding him just a bit. “It’s just… I don’t want to upset my friends, our friends,” She says carefully, and then peeks up at him nervously. “But… you’re my friend too you know”

Somehow she did that thing again. Where his heart skyrockets, and then crashes so hard in his gut he thinks it might make him barf.

That might be his slushie talking, though.

“Yeah, I know,” Richie responds, staring downwards so he didn’t have to see her expression. “You’re my friend too”

A small smile quirks on her lips, and then she scoots closer to him, setting her drink down to grab her bag.

“As my friend, would you like to help me on a very top secret investigation?”

She wiggles her eyebrows at him excitedly before opening her backpack, and rummaging in it.

“I want to ask more questions but how can I say no to an invitation like- oh fuck”

She pulls out a folded piece of paper that Richie recognizes instantly, he almost spits out orange flavor from his nose, but he’s quick to swallow and sets his cup down.

As (y/n) excitedly hands him the opened note, he grabs at it frantically, eyes scanning over the words he thought he’d memorized. He hadn’t, apparently, because reading it now made his gut wrench and he wished he had just gotten a plain cherry slushie.

“Isn’t that fucking awesome?” (y/n) squeals, latching onto his arm with both hands, and reading along with him.

Richie’s eyes probably scanned over the paper four times before he finally reacted.

“Holy shit, toots,” He mumbled. “You’ve got someone whipped”

She blinked at him, her smile still on her face, even though with every passing second, she was confirming her worst thought.

It wasn’t Richie.

A part of her heart longed for him to say ‘to be honest… I wrote you this’. But the longer Richie stared at it, analyzing the text, the harder reality struck her. It couldn’t be him.

When he handed her the note back, she frowned for a moment, but just as quickly plastered on a smile.

“Something wrong with it?” Richie asked, a bit too impulsive, but he caught her look and freaked out at the thought that she was disappointed in it.

“No, actually, it’s entirely perfect,” She admitted softly, holding onto the edges of the paper as not to put a single crinkle in it. “But Bev says that whoever did write it, had no intention of coming forward”

“Well, yeah, isn’t that the point?” Richie asked.

“The point?” (y/n) repeated unsurely.

“Yeah, that now you know someone out there… loves you… that much”

He cringed at his words, but (y/n) stared up at him, waiting for more of an explanation.

“I don’t understand,” She told him. “If I loved someone that much… I think that it would be very difficult for me to hide that,”

She wasn’t wrong, but Richie almost shivered as a chill went down his spine.

“I mean, wouldn’t you?”

“Wouldn’t I what?” He asked, too lost in thought to focus on her words.

“Well, think of it from my perspective,” (y/n) angled her body towards his as she spoke. “If you’d gotten a note like this, wouldn’t you expect someone to come out and just- I don’t know, profess their love to you? It feels like a pretty grand gesture to me,”

Richie contemplates it for a moment. He thinks about declaring his love for her, loudly, in front of the whole school, the whole world, and just pouring his heart out in ways he couldn’t have done on paper. Telling her every beautiful thing about her that he loves, every wonderful thing that has changed his life, and his view on what it truly means to be alive-

“I’m daydreaming way too much,” (y/n) draws him back from his thoughts with a short laugh and a shake of her head. “Wow, I really thought I was in a romance novel for a second there”

She laughs again, but Richie can barely hold a smile.

“I don’t think that’s a bad thing,” He says, picking up his slushie. “And I think it’s normal for you to want to… um… know who wrote it”

She gives him a sad sort of smile, and finally lets go of his arm so she can grab hold of her own slushie.

“I don’t think I’m gonna figure it out,” She sighs. “But if you hear anything, you’d tell me, right?”

“Absolutely,” Richie answers without hesitation, and the smile that takes over her lips is genuine this time. “Trade?” He asks, holding out his slushie for her.

Her nose crinkles again, but she curiously leans over to take a sip from his straw.

After swallowing, she smacks her lips, tasting the remnants of the strange flavor.

“Okay. It’s not that bad” She admits, and Richie beams at her victoriously before drinking from her own plain slushie.

“I knew you’d like it, toots”

They hang out on the curbside until their slushies are gone, and then Richie walks her home.

She does an odd thing as she says goodbye though, something she’s never done before anyways.

She hugs him.

It’s quick, and he doesn’t even have the time to reciprocate the action before she’s pulling away, smiling as she waves, and heads inside.

It’s simple, but he thinks about it over and over as he walks home. ___

(y/n),

I want to keep this simple, because honestly if I get too into it I think I’ll keep writing until there’s no more paper in the world. Or at least no more paper that I have.

So, I’m in love with you, take that as you will, but writing it has been surreal, let alone feeling it for the last year or so. I just wanted to let you know, because it’s been weighing on me for a while now, and I think I’m going to die soon from feeling it all the time.

And it’s not artificial either, it’s real love, and I’ve felt it long enough now to know that it's a complete and total infatuation I have for you, I’m not just romanticizing what we have. Which isn’t much to begin with. But still, I love you.

I thought you deserved to know. It doesn’t feel fair to you, for me to have this all-consuming feeling and not let you know, even though it concerns you. I think you’re the greatest person I’ve ever met, and the greatest one I ever will meet, and I think that you deserve to be loved like this, the way I love you.

Yours,

Empty.

(y/n) stared at that spot like if she waited long enough, a name would appear. Of course, after ten minutes of laying in bed and staring, nothing happened.

Besides the sudden spikes in her heartbeat of course.

But she’d figure it out eventually. Even if it took the rest of the year, hell, even if it took the rest of her life, she was committed to finding the author. ___

Richie woke up earlier than usual the next morning. Maybe because he couldn’t sleep, maybe because all he thought about was (y/n) and the fact that he’d poured his heart out to her, and she didn’t even know it.

And he was just dying to do it again.

It may have been too early to go to school, but he got himself ready and left the house anyways.

He decided that it was a good idea to collect flowers on his walk to school, stalling and plucking any of the prettiest ones he could find.

Dandelions are weeds, Richie, his mother’s voice scolded in his head, but he pushed the thought away.

By the time he made it to school, he had quite an abundance of dandelions, clovers, bluebells, and some tiny purple flower that he knew she’d think was pretty.

He was pretty proud that he was able to tie the tiny bouquet with a broken dandelion stem. And he thought that (y/n) would find it cute too. She was always picking dandelions and cattails and other strange plants from the quarry, either placing them in Bev’s hair, or fashioning them together in a crown.

Once he’d made it to the school, he had just enough time to stick the flowers carefully into the vents of (y/n’s) locker, so that they would stay in place without falling. ___

(y/n) almost squealed with delight when she’d found the gift at her locker this morning. Beverly had to remind her that it was too early in the day for such high pitched sounds.

“But they’re so cute” (y/n) murmured.

“So is this a regular thing then?” Beverly asked, drawing (y/n) out of the trance she appeared to be in while staring at the flowers. “You know, the notes and flowers and… shit”

(y/n’s) brows furrowed, but Beverly just smirked back at her.

“I hope so,” She answered. “I mean, it should be easier to figure out who it is that way, right? They’ve got to slip up at some point”

“I guess that makes sense,” Beverly shrugs. “Hey, how come you didn't call me yesterday? I thought we were gonna flip through yearbooks and list the options?”

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” (y/n) exclaimed. “I completely forgot, I just got caught up with…”

“With what?” Beverly asked.

(y/n) glanced around the busy halls, making sure that Stan or Eddie was nowhere around.

“Okay, don’t tell the others… but Richie and I hung out yesterday” (y/n) admitted, a bit more shy than she needed to be.

Her cheeks turned pink, and she had to bite back a grin. The action only made Bev’s smirk widen.

“Oh did you?” She mused, crossing her arms and leaning against the locker next to (y/n’s).

“Yeah,” (y/n) mumbled, almost dreamily. “We got slushies”

“Well isn’t that just romantic?”

“What? No- no it wasn’t like- no no no-”

“You’re stammering,” Beverly laughs. “Besides, I already knew you had a thing for him”

“What-!?” (y/n) hissed, but it didn’t matter, because Bev just shook her head.

“Yeah, it was pretty obvious. But anyways, how was it? Did you show him the note?”

“I did…” She said through a small huff. “ANd um, it wasn’t from him”

“Oh” Beverly said with the same disappointment.

“But that’s okay, it’s Richie, he would never do something like that,” (y/n) brushed it off with an awkward laugh. “Besides, you know how Stan and Eddie are, always trying to keep me away from him”

Beverly rolled her eyes, but she could tell that she’d hoped Richie had been behind all this, so she tried to move past the sensitive subject.

“Speaking of those idiot boys, we better get to class” ___

The next day, (y/n) found another small string of flowers tucked into the vents of her locker.

And the day after that, multiple small bouquets.

And the day after that, her locker was blanketed in dandelion and lilac heads, taped carefully to cover the whole door. She probably gawked at it for five minutes before putting in her combination as delicately as possible, not wanting to make any of the pretty decorations fall off.

“Wow,”

The voice made her jump, and she swiveled around to see Richie grinning at the current state of her locker.

“That’s… a lot” He said, it was all he could think to say.

“Yeah,” (y/n) answered bashfully, letting out a soft giggle. “Whoever did this must have come to school really early,” She mumbled, mostly to herself.

Maybe that’s how she’d get him, and it dawned on her, that it was the only possible solution.

Her eyes noticeably widened as her jaw dropped open at the realization.

“Oh my god, Richie, you’re a genius”

“Um-”

“Before school, they’ve got to do all this before school! In the morning!”

She grabs his shoulders and shakes him excitedly without thinking. The poor boy looks so confused, and worried, but he gives her the best smile he can manage. It’s not pretty.

“You want to come with me?” She asks him.

She looks so hopeful, her eyes are bright and she’s pushing her lips together to keep from smiling too wide, but Richie can tell she wants to.

Well. Fuck.

“Want to, um, what-?”

“Want to catch him with me?” She asks, trying to talk quietly, but the eagerness in her voice makes it go up a couple octaves.

He thinks she looks like a six year old on christmas morning. And how is he supposed to say no to her?

“Sure,” He says, and it takes a lot for him not to let out a sigh as he agrees. “How early though? Because I like to sleep until I absolutely have to-”

“Thank you, Richie!” (y/n’s) enthusiasm was bubbling over the top, as she practically jumped up to kiss his cheek, before grabbing her things to head off to class.

He’s stunned to frozenness, of course, by the quick action.

“I gotta go, but I’ll call you tonight to talk about the morning!” She calls after him, and waves goodbye as she makes her way down the hall.

Even when the bell rings, he’s still standing there, the spot on his face where her lips had brushed burning hot on his skin.

But the sweet moment is quickly washed away as he realizes what he just agreed to. ___

Richie isn’t surprised to hear (y/n’s) voice as soon as he picked up his phone that night. It was late, far too late for him to be up and talking on the phone, but he’d keep his voice down so his parents wouldn’t wake up.

Luckily, he had his own extension in his room.

“Alright toots, what’s your plan?” He asked, sitting back on his bed while she began her rambling.

“Okay, I’ve thought it out perfectly,” She starts, and he expected no less. “The perfect hiding spot- and stay with me here- is the girl’s bathroom across the hall from my-”

“Yeah, no,” Richie disagreed right away. “I’m not going in the girl’s bathroom, I’m not that much of a perv”

“It’s not pervy!” She argued. “No one else will be there, it’s fine. Now hush and listen,”

Richie rolls his eyes, but manages to keep quiet so she can continue explaining her plan.

“I say we hide out there for half an hour, and catch him in the act!”

The boy can’t help with wince, feeling guilty, since she won’t be catching anybody.

“Alright then,” He exhales. “You’re telling me I have to get up at 6:30?”

“No, I’m telling you we have to be there at 6:30,” She corrects him politely. “You should probably get up around-”

“Why don’t you swing by here on your way, and then we’ll just go together,” Richie suggests. “Just ring the doorbell, and I’ll wake up, and we’ll go”

“Richie, that won’t be nearly enough time-”

“Trust me toots, it’s plenty of time,” He cuts her off, and she’s quiet on the other end of the line. “Well, I best be getting to sleep since you’re getting me up so early for this scheme of yours”

“It’s not a scheme, Tozier, it’s a plan!”

“It’s a scheme”

“Plan!”

“G’night toots” Richie laughs, and he can hear her mumbling in frustration.

“Goodnight” She answers, and then hangs up the line.

Almost as soon as he puts the phone down, Richie’s confidence disappears, and anxiety strikes him again.

He really was going to kill Ben for getting him into all this. It was way out of hand.

Although he supposed he could’ve just written the note and left it… but he liked getting the flowers for her, he liked seeing her face light up in the mornings when she’d find them.

He needed a plan of his own. ___

The following morning, (y/n) had been at Richie’s door at 6:15 sharp, giving them just enough time to walk to school… and then some because she figured Richie wouldn’t be out of bed and ready to go as he thought he would be.

And he wasn’t.

He was a slow morning person too. Even just changing took him way too long. But eventually he dragged himself out of the house, his backpack barely hanging on one of his shoulders as the pair walked to school together.

“Whatcha starin’ for?” He mumbles out, before yawning.

He didn’t have to get up this early before now. (y/n) really was dedicated to this mystery.

She’d been trying not to laugh as she looked at him. His hair disheveled, he’d probably haphazardly combed through it, the curls poking every which way. He’d hardly been able to put on sweats and a tee shirt, with a jacket loosely thrown over it to keep warm. It appeared he’d started to zip it up but gave up before he even reached halfway and left the house.

Even his glasses sat crooked on his face.

“You, you dork,” (y/n) laughs, and grabs his arm to stop him for a moment. “Do you look at yourself before you leave the house?” She asks as she zips his jacket up for him, and then adjusts his glasses to fit properly over his nose.

“Sorry we don’t all wake up hours early to pick out an outfit and do our makeup” He teases back, before playfully swatting her hands off him.

(y/n) rolls her eyes.

“I picked out my clothes the night before, dummy,” She tells him, matter of factly. “And I don’t wear makeup”

Richie’s brows furrow, and his nose scrunches up.

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” She laughs back at him. “Now wake up more! This morning is important”

“Right right, I’ll work on that”

But you see, Richie hadn’t had a proper night’s sleep in four days now. He’d be up all night thinking about (y/n), and then get up early to enact his plan of the day for her locker. He couldn't have gotten more than six hours the past few nights.

So by the time they got to the school, he was already done for the day, and it wasn’t even 6:30 in the morning yet.

He followed sluggishly next to (y/n), who had never been more wide awake and perky in her whole life. And once they reached the girl’s bathroom, he nearly collapsed onto the tiled floor.

It was a good thing that the entrance to the bathroom itself didn’t have doors- a choice made by the principal, who thought that it would help them detect if anyone were smoking in the stalls.

(The students had long ago figured out how to crack the windows so they could just smoke out of there, but in this case, (y/n) was glad that there was an opening to the hall to spy through)

The pair sat just inside of the bathroom, across from each other. (y/n) was leaning against the space next to the entrance, where she could easily peek her head around the corner and see her flower covered locker. Richie sat against the brick panel just across from her, which acted as a barrier to see the bathroom from the outside.

It was just then that (y/n) realized how ridiculous her school’s plan to combat underage smoking really was. Especially as Richie pulled out a cigarette and lit it right then.

“Richie!” She scolded in a hiss, but he shrugged innocently.

“There’s no one else here” Was his answer, and she didn’t argue it any further.

She didn’t care much, she was far too excited about the events this morning was going to unfold. Richie, however, slumped further against the wall, about to fall asleep with his cigarette still in his mouth.

“Oh, I brought snacks,” (y/n) told him, pulling her backpack around, and opening it up to dig for what she packed. “I knew you wouldn’t eat before we left. And in every cop movie, they eat during the stakeout”

He thinks that his heart might explode, because never before had he heard the simplest of things sound so cute.

As she pulls out two jumbo oatmeal cream pies, which are the perfect substitute for breakfast, his eyes catch a small plastic bag inside her backpack.

“You kept all those?” He asks, recognizing the flowers sealed inside.

“Oh, yeah,” (y/n) answers, adjusting the small bag so the flowers wouldn’t get crushed. “I thought they were pretty” She told him, before shrugging a shoulder.

Richie watches her while she’s focused on these flowers, these weeds that he’d gotten for her. There was a small smile on her face as she examined them, even though they were dying, and there was a pile of petals at the bottom of the bag. But still she’d kept them.

“What are you gonna do when you find him, anyway?” Richie asked, and right away she put the flowers away and zipped up her backpack.

“I guess get to know him,” She answers, but she sounds unsure.

They simultaneously open their plastic wrapped breakfast cakes.

“Go on dates, I have to give him a chance, don’t I?”

“You say that like you don’t want to” Richie chuckles, eating in between puffs of a cigarette.

“I do,” She tells him, but it’s faint. “I do, it’s just… I don’t know what to expect,”

Richie only hums, because he doesn’t know what to say to her. There’s nothing he could say, or so he thinks.

“Can I be honest?”

“I’m sittin’ here either way, toots” He teases back.

“A part of me doesn’t really want to know” She admits, and takes a rather large bite of her breakfast snack.

“What? Why?” Richie asks.

“Um, well,” She sighs through a mouthful of food. “I’m nervous”

You have no idea the amount of anxiety I’ve been through this week, Richie thinks, but he nods his head in understanding.

“You don’t think it’s gonna be who you want it to?” He asks, and she chuckles humorlessly.

“I know it’s not who I want it to be,” She says, which only confuses him more. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to give whoever it is a chance, it’s only fair, he’s done nothing but- but shower me in all these flowers and this declaration of love, you know?”

Richie nods, but it’s a very small movement.

He’s forgotten both his breakfast and his smoke in his hands as he stares at her, hanging onto every word she spoke.

“Yeah, I know” He agrees quietly.

(y/n’s) quiet as she continues to eat, the gears in her head turning almost as fast as her heart is beating. Richie can almost see her processing through every boy in school, and wondering if any of them could be the one.

He wondered if he crossed her mind when she went through this mental list.

“Hey,” Richie whispered, and kicked at her foot. “Someone’s coming down the hall”

Her expression changed in a split second, and she wiggled with excitement, before peeking out the doorway to see who was coming.

Richie felt his gut churning, he thought it might just be mush by the time this was over.

Her anticipation grew and grew as the footsteps got closer, and just when the person rounded the corner, all that came to mind was oh?

Bill Denbrough walked right up to her locker, slipped a piece of paper in the vents, did a scan to make sure no one was around, and then walked away.

And that was it.

She physically deflated in front of him, and he could see the disappointment coming off her in waves.

There was a furrow in her brows, and her grin fell to a slight frown. Even her eyes had a sadness and a confusion to them that Richie’s never seen before.

“Bill?” She mumbled, mostly to herself. “Bill Denbrough?”

Richie didn’t say anything, the guilt he was feeling eating at him from the inside.

(y/n’s) eyes meet his, but still, he’s silent. She takes his contorted expression as confusion and she shakes her head a bit.

“I don’t- I don’t understand,” She continues to mumbles, slowly taking bites out of her oatmeal cream pie. “Bill? Bill’s my friend”

“Well- do you- do you want to go talk to him?” Richie asks, but it does nothing to ease her perplexed state.

“Um…”

It’s all she says.

She peeks around the doorway again, watching Bill as he walks down the hall, probably towards his first class. The buses would arrive in a few minutes, and classes would start not too long after.

“(y/n)?” Richie asks, starting to feel even worse. “Are you alright?”

“I- yeah” She stammers back, which proves she’s lying through her teeth.

“Are you sure?” Richie asks, and the look she gives him pretty much assures him that he’s going straight to hell when he dies.

She just looks so disappointed, lost and confused, and Richie didn’t think that unless Bowers himself had been at her locker, then she wouldn’t have been let down.

Clearly, this was worse.

All she does is nod her head, and toss the rest of her treat in the trash.

“(y/n)-”

“I’m gonna go to class,” She tells him, quiet, and shaky. “I- I’ll see you after school?”

She glances at him as she grabs her bag and waits at the doorway, and Richie nods his head back at her.

And then she takes off.

Richie wished that some greater force would just kill him now. ___

“I’ve got a question for you, Big Bill,”

Beverly sits down at the lunch table, and just from the look on her face, the boys are already nervous about how this conversation is going to end.

The redhead crosses her legs before leaning over the lunch table, staring at Bill almost threateningly.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Wh-what?” The boy stuttered back helplessly.

“(y/n) told me today that her little secret admirer… was you,” She said, eyes narrowing. “But… that doesn’t make any sense”

Bill cast a quick glance to Richie, but he kept his eyes trained on his food, which he was only poking at.

“W-well, I-”

“Because,” Beverly continued to explain herself, “I know that you don’t like her, not like that, not in the way her little note says”

“B-Bev I-”

“So,” The redhead cuts him off again, “Either you thought this was a funny joke, and I’ll kick your ass. Or, someone put you up to it”

The others at the table are on the edge of their seats, eager to see what happens next.

Besides Richie, who is still moping.

Ben, however, was probably the most excited one to see where this went. Seeing as he knew that Richie was the true writer of the notes, and he’d been the one to pick the flowers. And he realized that Richie must have asked Bill to do his dirty work, to throw off (y/n). But Richie could not have anticipated this chain reaction.

(y/n) herself didn't even come to the cafeteria for lunch today. She’d made plans with a teacher for an extra credit assignment just to get out of seeing Bill. She’d told Bev about this morning, and then went on to try and find a way out of every class she had with Bill. Not because she was upset with him- she could never, Bill was one of her best friends- but because she didn’t want to make it more awkward than it already was.

“I- I wasn’t tr-trying to hurt h-her,” Bill said. “I w-was just-”

“Then who is it?” Beverly asked. “Someone must have told you to do it, who?”

Richie hated that she was too smart for her own good.

“I- I can’t t-tell you,” Bill huffed. “I-I p-promised”

“Uh-huh, look, (y/n’s) my best friend, and you’re gonna have to tell me, so spit it out”

“I p-promised”

“I don’t give a shit, just spill-”

“It was me”

It only took three words for the attention of the whole table to focus on Richie. And usually when he opened his mouth, the others had a knack for completely shutting him out.

If he thought Beverly was upset before, oh boy, this was an unfiltered rage she’d just tapped into.

“What?” Her voice was low, and pissed.

“Yeah” RIchie shrugged.

“You did what?” Stan shrieked, but Richie ignored him, still staring straight at Beverly.

“Where the hell do you get off? Do you think this shit’s funny-?”

“It wasn’t a joke,” Richie said, calmly, and the red in Bev’s cheeks started to fade out. “It was real, I wrote that note for real, and I wanted to give her all the flowers and stuff”

Beverly blinked, completely baffled.

“You did what?” Stan repeated.

Richie just shrugged his shoulders, and went back to eating his lunch.

“You- but you-” Beverly shook her head, completely thrown off. “You?” Was her final question, and it wasn’t much, but it was all that she could articulate.

“Yeah. Me,” Richie responded. “You gonna go tell her now?”

Beverly shook her head, surprising him.

“Really?” He asked. “Two minutes ago you were gonna kill Bill-”

“You have to be the one to do it,” Bev told him.

Richie snorted.

“Right” He said sarcastically.

“No way” Stan interjected, but he was still being ignored.

“No, really,” Bev continued. “Right now she thinks that her friend is into her-”

“I’m her friend too” Richie said with furrowed brows.

Beverly nodded her head from side to side.

“Eh, yeah, but…” She trailed off, because she couldn’t tell Richie that she knew (y/n) liked him. “I feel like her knowing the truth is more important right now”

“Yeah, because I want to ruin the barely-friendship we have now” Richie rolls his eyes.

“Come on-”

“I’m not telling her” He deadpanned, before Beverly could try to convince him.

“Yeah, he’s not telling her” Stan chimed in, mouth full of pot pie.

“Not because of you, dingbat,” He muttered with a dirty look towards his friend. “Because I like her, and I’d like to be friends with her”

“You’re being ridiculous,” Beverly said, finally opening up her lunch bag. “I guarantee it’d be worth it if you just gave in”

Richie shook his head, and didn’t bother to argue with her anymore. He doesn’t want to have to argue something so stupid, especially when this was something unchangeable.

He was in love with a girl he knew he didn’t deserve to have, and so he’d just have to live with it. ___

As he was waiting by her locker at the end of the day, Richie wondered if he’d be able to live with this, knowing that he’s maybe ruined her whole world- or at least just her friendship with Bill.

When she finally makes her way to her locker, she seems better than this morning, and offers him a kind smile as she reaches him.

Richie grins back at her, completely out of relief.

And then he hugs her. She’s about to turn to put in her combination, and the action takes her by surprise, but she pats his back sweetly before he lets go.

“I’m really sorry about this morning,” He told her, and she tilts her head to the side a bit. “I wasn’t- I was just tired and didn’t know how to act, I’m so sorr-”

“Richie, don’t be sorry,” (y/n) cuts off his babbling. “It’s not your fault, you didn’t do anything wrong”

She gives him a genuine look, a kind look, convincing him that there was no need for his guilt, and still, he felt like a piece of shit.

“Well, Bill, I mean, you guys are friends, and-”

“It’s no big deal Richie, I overreacted,” (y/n) shook her head, before putting in her combination to collect her things. “I just wasn’t expecting him is all”

“Wh-who were you expecting?” Richie stammered out, and then cringed.

“I don’t know,” (y/n) hummed. “Just… not him”

She puts her books away, and gathers what she’d need to do her homework tonight, before shutting her locker and looking up at him readily.

She notices the crease between his brows, and he seems very zoned out, because he’s just standing there, instead of heading out.

“Rich?” She asks, holding onto the straps of her backpack. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah, sorry, yeah” He nodded, and moved out of his stiff position to walk by her side down the hall.

She kicks his foot gently, not to trip him, just to tease.

“Stop with the apologizing,” She says with a small giggle. “Hey, do you want to get slushies again?”

He looks down at her, but doesn’t really answer, just stares at her.

Her hair is in a messy bun resting at the back of her head, and more strands have fallen out than are still being held in the hair tie, but somehow it’s still perfect. It’s a very (y/n) look.

She kicks at his foot again.

“Yeah, sure, sounds good” He finally snaps himself out of his daze.

“You okay upstairs?” She asks him playfully.

“Are you asking me if I’m crazy?” Richie asks, just as they make their way out of the school, and down the front steps.

“No, never,” (y/n) laughs again. “You just seem out of it..?” She speaks like it’s a suggestion, as though she’s asking him.

“You’re right, and I completely blame you for waking me up so early”

“Blame me?” (y/n) repeats.

“Yes! You were the one that made me wake up at the crack-of-fucking-dawn!” Richie retorts, whilst giggling because he can’t help it when he’s joking with her.

Somehow when he’s cracking jokes with the others, he always laughs loudly, his friends find it annoying. But with (y/n), his boisterous laughs faded into childlike giggles.

“Well excuse me for being a romantic,” She said, playfully narrowing her eyes at him. “I thought you would understand”

Richie’s brows crinkle, and he looks down at her with an amused smile.

“Me? You thought I’d understand?”

“Yes!” She answered enthusiastically.

“And what in the fuck makes you think I’m a romantic?” Richie asked with a snort, but he was starting to blush.

“Obviously because you bothered to come with me this morning,” (y/n) answered, a bright smile on her face. “If you weren’t a romantic, then you wouldn’t have come”

“That doesn’t-”

“Awe Richie, you can admit it,”

He thinks his heart stopped in his chest, and he’s about to die.

“You wanted me to find loooove” She sing-songs the word, and it made him roll his eyes.

“Oh toots, you think far too highly of me” He tells her in his poor british accent.

“No, I don’t think so,” (y/n) shakes her head. “I just think you don’t want to admit it. You just wanna be the cool guy”

“So you think I’m romantic and cool?” He asks, and now she’s the one to roll her eyes, but it’s an affectionate action, and accompanied by a bright smile.

“Don’t be so full of yourself” She says, before sticking her tongue out at him.

“I’m just repeating your words toots,” He responds. “You flatter me”

She laughs, despite herself, and he beams back at her.

“Yeah, well, you’re also a dummy” She murmurs, but it doesn’t hinder Richie’s good mood.

He already knew that. He just sure loved hearing those other things from her.

Once at the 7-Eleven, (y/n) made her same cherry and blueberry slushie, and then raced to the counter to pay for both of their drinks while Richie was too busy with making his terrible drink.

Just as he turned to head up to the register, he found her standing there, a smirk on her face while she sipped on her drink.

“You didn’t” He groaned, but she lifted a shoulder and gave him a knowing look.

“I did” She replied with a grin, and nodded her head for him to follow her outside.

“You’re the worst” He mutters as he sits next to her.

She hums, holding her slushie between her hands and giving him a shit eating grin.

“That’s fair,” She responds, poking his arm teasingly. “And you should know that you’re also the worst”

“That’s fair,” He mimics, and taps his cup against hers.

They drink in silence for a bit, besides a few jokes from Richie here and there that he can’t help. But eventually she just has to get it off her chest.

“So, did you know?” She asks him, nervously looking over to him. “About Bill? Did he ever… say anything?”

Richie knows then that the mistake he’s made is catastrophic.

“Um, no, he didn’t” He said, which isn’t technically a lie.

But then again, if you have to argue that it’s not a lie… it definitely isn’t the right thing to say.

“Oh” She mumbles, and moves her straw around in her cup, mixing the red and blue flavors.

“He’s probably just shy,” Richie blurts out. “You know, otherwise he would’ve just handed you all that stuff”

“I suppose,” She agrees in a mumble. “It’s just odd, you know, since you’re his best friend”

“I mean, best friends don’t always share everything”

“That’s not true, there’s nothing I wouldn’t tell Bev,” (y/n) tells him sincerely. “And even when I have hid things, she’s always figured it out anyways. She’s always had a way of reading me,” She giggles softly as she reminisces on how good of a friend she has. “Don’t you tell him everything?”

“Well- kind of,” Richie’s still stammering, as a result of him bending over backwards to keep his secret. “I know that, um, well he’d do anything for me,” He says. “And I’d do the same for him too”

“That’s what best friends are, aren’t they?” (y/n) asks, looking back at him again. “Someone you can trust and put before anyone else in the world? Someone worth fighting for?”

“You’re cheesy,” Richie says with a nervous laugh.

He has to stop himself from tugging at his collar, because fuck, he felt like he might just overheat.

“But that’s a good thing!” He adds impulsively.

(y/n) smiles.

“Mostly I think they’re secret keepers” She hums.

“I can’t imagine you have that many secrets” Richie replies, and again, she smiles at him.

“You’d be surprised,” She says, so softly he thinks she’s trying to tell him one, but he doesn’t understand it. “But no, there’s not many”

“Tell me one” He says before he could think of something more suave.

She glances over at him,and one of her eyebrows quirks up in surprise.

“And what makes you think you’re so deserving of one of my secrets?”

“I just dare you to” Richie says, and a smirk tugs on his lips because he’s a piece of shit like that, but it makes (y/n) laugh.

“Well, if you dare me to, I suppose I’m obligated then, hm?”

“You absolutely are toots,” He says. “So, are you a man or mouse?”

“I’m but a humble girl,” She says in her best horrible british accent, leaning over to him dramatically.

She can’t contain her laughter, which makes it all the more adorable to him, and he gazes at her fondly while her hands pat against his arm softly.

“But if my deepest darkest secrets are the entertainment you seek, then that is the entertainment you shall receive” She continues in her accent.

Richie rubs his hands together in a maniacal fashion, and he scoots closer to her with anticipation.

A part of her is screaming to tell him how she feels, that’s probably her greatest secret after all. But she looks at him and reminds herself just why she can’t.

It was too hard just to become friends, to get past the barrier that had been (and still is) Eddie and Stan’s disapproval, so a friendship is just what she’d have to accept right now.

“Well, this isn’t exactly a secret,” She sighs, “But I guess you don’t know, it’s kind of a secret from you”

Richie’s brows furrow, but his lips turn into a smile as her hands wring together nervously.

“And what could you possibly have to hide from me, toots?” He asks, his smile still stuck on his face.

Her fingers are still fiddling as she meets his eyes, and she licks her lips before taking in a deep breath.

“Well, so, um, so you know how Stan and Eddie are always being… well, I think they’re overprotective for some odd reason, but they used to always drag me away? Whenever I was around you?”

“Yeah?” Richie asked, wondering where the hell she could be going with this.

“Yeah, well…”

“Well what?” Richie asked, dying to know. “You realized they had good reasons?”

“What? No!” (y/n) swatted at his arm. “Of course not, just the opposite, actually”

“The opposite?”

“Yes…” She responded in a huff. “They told me that they weren’t going to invite you to movie night one time, and I… maybe… yelled a little,”

Richie smirked, enjoying the image in his head of (y/n) chewing out Stan and Eddie.

“And… well, I told them that I wanted to be friends with you whether or not they were happy about it. And maybe they still like to cover my ears whenever you talk, and they still talk shit, but I- I don’t care,”

She realizes she’s rambling, and her hands are moving around rapidly in front of her, and suddenly she pauses to collect herself, before looking at him.

“Anyways, that’s why I asked you to walk me home from school” She finishes softly.

“Wait,” Richie shakes his head, and his brows furrow. “I thought you said that Bowers started following you?”

(y/n) gives him a sheepish smile, before shaking her head.

“Nope,” Her voice was barely a mumble. “I tricked you into being friends with me”

Richie let out a scoff, before his lips pulled into a wide grin, and he nudged his shoulder down against hers.

“You sly little devil,” He teased, and he couldn’t miss the blush spreading over her cheeks. “You deceived me?”

“Yep,” She shrugged. “That’s how desperate I was” She adds with a shy laugh.

His heart is soaring, and for a minute, he forgot about the mess he’d gotten himself into.

“Well you must have been lonely seeing as you were looking for my friendship” He teased, but she shook her head at him.

“Don’t talk like that, you’re one of my closest friends, I love hanging out with you,”

Oh fuck, this girl will be the death of me.

“I don’t regret any of it, not at all” She adds sweetly.

And goddamnit, the look on her face is so sincere, so kind, and if he weren’t such a fool, he probably would have kissed her right then and there.

“You are a romantic,” He tells her instead, and her small smile widens.

Richie reaches his hand out, offering to take her empty cup to throw away. She thanks him as she hands it to him, and watches him as he gets up and tosses it in the bin at the front doors.

When he comes back to her, he extends his hand again, but this time his silent offer is to help her stand. She takes it, without hesitation, and he pulls her to her feet.

“Ready to go?” He asks, letting go of her hand after lingering for just one extra second.

(y/n) nods, adjusting her backpack as she walks with him in the direction of home. She doesn’t ask him to walk her home, and he doesn’t offer, but they both know he is, because he always does.

They talk more, about anything they can think of, really. School, their friends, random rumors going around that can’t be true but sure are fascinating to talk about. They cover anything and everything- except for Bill, except for the notes and the flowers, and for the ten minutes it takes to get (y/n) home, Richie lives in a world where it doesn’t even exist.

It’s not until they reach her doorstep that he remembers. Not by choice- but he can’t help but be reminded of it every time her eyes meet his.

“As always Tozier,” (y/n) sighs, her hands latching onto his wrists as she smiles up at him, “Thank you for walking me home”

He smiles back at her, but it isn’t his typical shit eating grin. It’s small and soft, it’s loving.

“Every time, toots” He tells her sweetly.

There’s a small laugh that comes out of her in a breath, and she squeezes his wrists gently before letting go.

“See you tomorrow Rich” She says, and turns to her door.

He starts to go, but the further he gets the more of a weight he feels on his shoulders, to the point that he knows if he doesn’t turn around, he might collapse on her driveway.

So he does just that, he spins around, and walks back up to her.

“Wait, (y/n/n)?”

“Yeah?” She asks, blinking at him, waiting patiently for him to continue, which for some reason it’s taking him a moment to speak again.

“Do you want to walk to school together in the morning?”

Her head tilts just barely to the side at his odd and sudden request, but a smile blossoms on her lips, and she nods her head.

“Sure” She agrees delightedly.

“Okay,” He nods back at her, and some of his guilt washes away. “I’ll pick you up this time”

“Okay,” She repeats. “I’ll be waiting”

Again, he’s nodding, but it’s rapid and nervous and he can almost hear his own heart beating inside of his head.

“Okay, bye” He says, stepping back to leave this time.

But goddamn it he can’t do it, he can’t move, not a single muscle, he’s frozen there in front of her doorstep, nearly a statue, struck by anxiety and guilt and worst of all, love.

He can’t stop himself, the words tumble out before he even thinks about their consequences.

But this is what happens when it comes to (y/n), he can’t control his actions whatsoever. His heart takes the wheel and does whatever the fuck it wants, and it wants (y/n) more than anything in the whole fucking world.

(Richie agrees with this, but he thinks maybe if his heart could dial it back a little, then he wouldn’t be so scared all the time, like he is right now)

“It was me” His heart speaks for him, without warning, without a plan. It just wants to speak the words into existence.

Not just to his friends at the lunch table, that wasn’t enough. It needed (y/n’s) own ears to hear. Richie wanted (y/n) to hear.

“What?” She asks, turning around to face him.

Her question is genuine, she doesn’t understand what he’s referring to, but something about the look on his face, the one of sheer guilt from the short confession, tugged at her deep down. And deep down, she knew exactly what he was telling her.

She could translate what he truly meant just from the way his eyebrows creased, and how he was chewing at the inside of his cheek, and grinding his teeth.

“All of it, everything, it was all me” He went on.

“Richie, what do you…?” She starts to question him, but as she stares back at him, her words fail her, and she can only let out a soft breath.

“I just- I wanted you to know the truth, and I didn’t want to fuck up your friendship with Bill, I’m sorry for that”

“He… he wasn’t…?”

Still, she’s slowly going mute, as she drops her bag to the ground, and rummages through it for the most recent gift, the note that she’d seen Bill put into her locker.

“But I… but we… I saw…”

She knows she sounds idiotic, and she wished she’d been able to properly collect her thoughts and ask him complete questions, but she’s just so shocked.

She had been so certain that it couldn’t have been Richie.

Her hands are trembling as she opens the folded note, eyes scanning it swiftly.

“What’s it say?” Richie asks, and her eyes flicker up to his, before going back to the paper in her hands.

“It-” She starts, but her throat swells up and she chokes for a second. “It says- um,”

Her brows are furrowing, eyes trained on the few words scrawled across the whole sheet of paper. The writing is haphazard, but still, whoever had written it had done so perfectly, as it fit right in the center of the page. The longer she studied it, the more she realized it just had to have been Richie.

“It says I’m- I’m so-”

“I’m so fucking in love with you,”

Richie speaks up, and she looks up from the page, staring at him with her brows knit together, and her lips parted in shock. She’s taking in short little breaths, trying to calm her eager heart.

“That I don’t know what to do with myself” He finished, and promptly kicked his shoe against the ground.

She’s still staring at him, waiting for more of an explanation, or waiting for him to tell her he was kidding and then run off down the street.

It couldn’t have been more clear to her that he was being absolutely sincere.

“Yeah,” Richie huffs. “Um, it really was all me”

(y/n) blinks at him, before folding up the note again, and sliding it carefully back into her bag.

“Then what about this morning?” She whispered meekly. “And you looked at them all- talked about it with me like- like-”

“I didn’t want you to know,” Richie shrugged, and stuffed his hands into his pockets. “That was… it was the point of it being anonymous”

“Richie…” (y/n) starts, and he braces himself, staring down at the ground, silently praying it would swallow him whole right now. “I… I really thought it wasn’t you”

His head shoots up, because that’s not what he expected.

“What?”

“I- yeah- that first, um, note, I kinda thought that maybe you’d… you know, written it,” She says softly. Her hands start to wring together again. “But from the way you’d reacted to it I just thought there was no way and… it sucked”

He shakes his head in disbelief, and the action makes her crack a smile, because he looks so confused and it’s so cute and utterly Richie.

“You- you wanted it to be me?” He asks, brows deeply furrowed as he stares at her skeptically, unsurely.

She bites down on her smile as she nods her head in confirmation.

“Yeah. Yeah of course I wanted it to be you,” She whispers. “I just really didn’t think it could have been, especially when you went on that stake out and the flowers-”

“(y/n),” He cuts her off, stepping forward until there’s the smallest amount of space between them, and she has to tilt her head back to keep their eye contact. “I have to know, do you have feelings for me too?”

His glasses are sliding down his nose as he stares down at her, the look in his eyes intense as they flicker in between hers, searching for any sign at all. He needed to know if this was the single greatest mistake of his life, and he’d live the rest of his days a lonely fool-

“Richie,” She murmurs back, a slight shake in her head as her own eyes wander the features of his face, mapping out every freckle, every dip, every crease. She’s consumed by her own love for him and he didn’t even know it yet.

She doesn’t finish her thought, because she can’t help but lean in and capture his lips. It’s a tentative kiss, because it’s new and she’s never kissed someone that she’s liked this much before.

Her hands were slow as they lifted from her sides, and pressing lightly against his shoulders.

When she pulled away, it took a second for her to process what just happened. Meanwhile Richie was staring at her intensely, trying to get a read on her.

She’s starting to smile, and finally her eyes flutter open.

And all at once, he doesn’t feel like this is such a catastrophic mistake.

His fingers reach up and brush against her jaw tenderly. Her eyes are half lidded, and trained on his lips.

“Sorry,” She mumbles. “I just wanted to-”

“I get it” Richie shakes his head, cutting her off.

His hands slid up her jaw before cupping around her cheeks, and then slammed his lips down against hers. She didn’t even have time to take in a breath before their lips connected, and she stumbled back at first but when she threw her arms around his neck she caught her balance and kissed him back passionately.

She’d never felt such a clarity though, and she thought she was going to float right off the ground.

It was like she’d been waiting for this one amazing kiss for a long time now, and it was everything she’d hoped for and more.

Richie’s fingers slid into her hair, cradling the back of her head and pulling her impossibly closer to him, as close as he could get her without picking her up and clutching her body against his.

He was dying to do that though.

“I can’t believe it,” (y/n) mumbled in between kisses. “I love you too,” She added, her lips moving against his before attaching again, kissing him just a bit harder. “And I-”

“You do?” Richie pulled away, and his hands dropped back to cradle her face sweetly.

She beams at him, before nodding her head in a choppy fashion.

“Yeah,” She mumbled, smoothing her hands over his shoulders, before gliding down his arms. “I do”

His grin matches her own, and it's hard to bite it back so that he can kiss her again. ___

It was two weeks later when (y/n) found herself placing flowers in Richie’s curls while he was passed out.

The Loser’s Club had gone to the quarry, planning to spend the whole Saturday there. And it was the first group thing that Richie and (y/n) were officially a couple at, but they also hadn’t all hung out properly in about a month, so it was a big deal.

Mike, Stan, and Bev brought all the food and snacks they could find that would keep in coolers.

Eddie and Bill brought drinks, sodas, waters, Eddie provided juice boxes that everyone made fun of but still drank anyways.

Ben brought a bunch of blankets for everyone to sprawl out on.

That left Richie and (y/n) in charge of the alcohol for the night, which pretty much meant Richie stealing as much as he could while (y/n) kept a lookout. They had a system of bringing a bag full of empty bottles into a store, and sneaking liquor into the bathroom to transfer it into the bottles.

It was a skill they perfected on their first try. Maybe it wasn’t moral, or legal, but they were seventeen, and stealing from their parents just wouldn’t get them enough alcohol for all eight of them.

They’d spent the whole day doing whatever they wanted. Which was mostly swimming and drinking at the same time, despite Stan letting everyone know he would not help them if they drowned. But now that the sun was starting to set and everyone was dwindling down, their party turned more into a calm night.

Maybe too calm, because Richie had passed out on one of the blankets.

But he had drunk quite a lot quite fast, spent twenty minutes picking every single flower and weed-that-looked-like-a-flower in the area, proclaimed them to be beautiful but never as beautiful as his girlfriend, and then pretty much dropped dead.

(y/n) was currently using the plants he’d picked now to lay them in his hair while he slept. She laid on her stomach by his side, admiring how pretty he was as she did so.

“Are you making me a flower crown?”

Her eyes flickered down to his, not having expected him to say anything.

“I thought you were asleep?” She hummed.

“I was, but then the strangest thing happened,” Richie said, squinting up at her. “I felt this- this presence, like an angelic, godly presence. And next thing I know, there you are”

“Shut up,” (y/n) giggled, poking his cheek before rifling through her pile of flowers again. “You’re such a nerd”

“I thought you liked that” He teased.

“Of course I do,” She murmured back. “I just also think you should be reminded”

It was quiet for a moment while she focused on threading the stem of a dandelion perfectly through one of his curls. After she’d made it as structurally sound as she could, she grinned, and gave him her attention again.

“And it’s not a flower crown,” She told him as she rolled onto her back, staying right next to him. “But there are, like, a shit ton of flowers in your hair. I had to do something with all the ones you picked for me”

He could hear Stan and Eddie making fun of him, while they sat not too far away taking turns drinking juice boxes and taking shots. But it didn’t matter. They would always tease him and (y/n), it was normal, and he came to terms with that the very day that (y/n) told him she loved him too, and they started going out.

It simply didn’t matter anymore. Nothing they could say could matter.

“You want a juice box?” (y/n) asked, poking his cheek again because he had clearly zoned out. “You drank a lot and then kinda just took a nap, you need something else in your system”

He smiles at her and nods.

“Sure” He answers, and starts to get up but (y/n) gently pushes him back down.

“Don’t move, you’ll mess up your flowers” She tells him, and then gets up to get them juice boxes.

Richie’s pretty certain he’s died and somehow was lucky enough to go to heaven. He didn’t know how he pulled it off, but that made more sense than his reality.

I’m (y/n’s) boyfriend, he thinks, and then he repeats it to himself again and again.

She collapsed next to him again not a minute later, before handing him one of the juice boxes.

“Eddie’s kinda hoarding them,” She mutters, settling her head against his upper arm, which he wrapped around her to pull her closer. “But he also accidentally got drunk, again, so I just took them when he wasn’t looking”

Richie chuckles, sipping away on the cheap drink, still lost in his own hazy thoughts.

(y/n) looks up at him, noticing his quiet state, and sets her box down.

“What’re you thinkin’ about?” She asked softly, gazing into his eyes lovingly.

“Take a wild fuckin’ guess sweetheart,” Richie chuckled, and (y/n) rolled her eyes affectionately. “I know, I’m a nerd”

She nods her head, and once again, pokes his cheek. But her fingertip glides over his cheekbone and then along his jaw, tracing over his skin delicately.

“Yeah, but I love you for it”

His lips turn up into a cheesy grin, and he gives her a quick kiss that makes her cheeks flush pink.

He’s had two (amazing) weeks of watching her blush like that every time he kisses her, and it’s his new favorite thing.

“Richie,” She hums. “I’m so fucking in love with you that I don’t know what to do with myself-”

“Ha ha,” Richie can’t help but roll his eyes while (y/n) giggles, thinking she’s so funny for repeating his own words back to him. “You’re gonna do that all the time now aren’t you?”

“Oh yeah,” She nods her head seriously. “All the time. Probably every day, hell, I’ll start calling you before I go to bed to remind you”

He finishes his juice box so that he can wrap both arms around her.

“I’d be okay with that”

“Good” She mumbles back happily.

“But you know that makes you a nerd too” He tells her.

She tilts her head back to look at him, before kissing him fully, her lips lingering against his for a second after she pulls away.

“That must be why we’re so perfect together” She says with a cheeky smile.

“Yeah yeah, you cheeseball,” Richie teases, and tugs her against him.

They lay and enjoy each other’s company, and the atmosphere of their friends.

Ben’s telling Beverly about how he helped Richie write his first note, and Mike and Bill are drunk wrestling horribly in the grass. It’s an odd mix of things to listen to while one is trying to enjoy the sunset with their significant other, but something about it still felt right.

Richie breaks the silence just as (y/n) is considering napping with him.

“You’re right”

___

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a/n: this was um really fun to write even tho it took me a month lmao

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