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Oh shit yeah I got this!
Okay, so our main characters, let's call them Steve and Monica, because I need names and don't want to think too hard. Anyway, they grew up together, were platonic ride-or-die for each other in high school, but drifted apart when they went to colleges in different states where they eventually settled down. Monica ended up in a very restrictive state and Steve ended up in a much more pro-choice state. They occasionally message each other on the internet, but nothing really meaningful, usually no more than a Hi on their birthdays or relevant holidays (etc).
Then one day Steve gets a call from Monica. Her recent ex-boyfriendâwell, she'd really been thinking of breaking up with him for a couple of months before that, but the final straw was three months ago when she found him messing with her birth control. She immediately kicked him to the curb and went about disentangling their lives, went and got Plan B or equivalent ASAP, just in case.
Well, turns out it was too late: She was already pregnant, and didn't get real confirmation until very recently. And, well, surely Steve knows how things are in the state where she lives.
Steve does know how things are in the state where Monica lives. He also knows that Monica has never wanted to have children, since they talked about it some in high school. There could be various reasons here, from bad experiences with her own parents, to financial reasons, to health reasons, but he never saw fit to argue with any of them. Her choice, right? Meanwhile, Steve himself isn't really sure on the kids thing, but he's leaning towards "no thanks", because he is sure that anyone making the choice to bring kids into the world had better be 100% on board, and he's not, so that means no. (Also, if he feels the need to spend any time with kids, he's got local friends and/or family with little ones he can spoil.)
Anyway! Steve tells Monica that it sounds like she's been having a rough time, maybe he could come pick her up and she could spend a week or two at his place, get resettled after everything that went down with That Jerk (very clearly not saying what else they could, or rather will, be doing while Monica is visiting). Deeply relieved, Monica takes him up on his offer enthusiastically. Steve calls his job, takes a few weeks off of work, and drives over to pick up Monica.
They've got an appointment in Steve's state, but it's still some days away, so they take a leisurely trip back to Steve's. All the while they're reconnecting, and Steve is noticing that all of the things he liked about Monica as a friend in high school are still there, and are also things he'd really like in a life partner. Her sense of humor, her willingness to compromise, her determination to find a way to make things work, her money sense... She's also much more confident in herself than she used to be, which Steve finds really attractive.
Or at least, she's more confident in herself whenever pregnancy shit isn't getting to her. Steve already knew that pregnancy and kids aren't something Monica ever wanted, but if he ever needed more convincing, he's getting it both on this road trip and when they get back to his condo. Still, he does everything he can to try and keep Monica's spirits up, to distract her and/or make sure she's prepared for her abortion and everything it will involve. (All the while, he's also learning what he can to make sure he can help her through the aftermath. Apparently post-partum isn't necessarily just for giving birth; all those hormones and body changes can also hammer down after any other pregnancy ending circumstances!)
Steve drives her to the clinic, waits with her when she asks him to, waits for her during, and does everything he can to make her as comfortable as possible as she recovers. One thing after another is just more yes, yes, yes, this is what he wants in his life, Monica is who he wants in his life.
He's a bit stuck on how or if to confess, though; this was a deeply shitty situation for Monica, and it's also something he could hypothetically hold over her legally after everything, which he would never do, but he knows might make things more difficult for both of them. Then, a day or two before he's set to start driving Monica home, he checks in on Monica packingâonly to find her crying.
Steve immediately asks Monica what's wrong, if he can help with anything, and Monica just starts crying harder. She ends up confessing her own feelings, how she started to fall for Steve when he didn't judge her for her shitty ex-boyfriend and how she wanted to terminate the pregnancy (which more than a few of her local friends had), and then everything else he did to make her feel happy and secure while helping her out just really sealed the deal! She got half way through packing before she realized that she didn't actually want to leave him, but she also didn't want to put pressure on him after he'd done so much for her already.
Steve immediately hugs her and confesses back, telling her he doesn't want her to leave either but didn't want to put pressure on her, and also maybe this was a little soon after all of the everything going on. But he would love to go out to dinner with her properly, before he takes her back home, and again when they get there, and then maybe they could see how things go from there? They can try doing long-distance for a month or two, and if they're both still certain, they can get together more formally and figure out where to live.
Fast-forward ten years, Monica and Jake are happily married, with three dogs and a tortoise. They still don't want kids.
The end.
Edit: Okay, this is not "and the person who got them pregnant", but it mostly still works!
there's an extremely niche plot in romance fiction wherein our invariably heterosexual leads fall in love after a night of passion leads to an unplanned pregnancy and they're now bound together by an impending child. I cast no judgment on anyone who enjoys this, but since I'm an evil gay and this is my personal nightmare scenario I want to see a zany romance novel premised on the opposite resolution: a couple falls in love while on a whirlwind roadtrip to obtain a legal abortion
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âtis the damn season - rafe cameron x reader
summary - hooking up with your hometown ex boyfriend shouldâve never happened, but it did.
warnings - smut, mdni, piv, car sex, angst, implications of a toxic relationship, not proofread, still not the best at smut i fear.
your chest heaved as you felt rafe sliding in and out your walls, your arms gripping onto his back for support. he was relentless, soft grunts fill your ears. he takes your hands in his, intertwining fingers as the car moved with every thrust. he lets go for a second, brushing a stray piece of hair that moved onto your face, a soft smile placed on his lips.
he kissed down your neck and torso, kneading your breasts, sucking on your already hardened nipples. he moans, sending vibrations throughout your body. your hands find his hair, pulling on his dark blond locks. he whimpers, pushing his lips onto yours, taking you by surprise.
he snakes his hand around your waist, maneuvering you to go on top of him. the moonlight hits his face just right; this mustâve been how he saw you earlier, eyes hooded, mouth slightly agape, and head tilted back.
your body felt colder from the air, but you felt so warm on the inside. you felt a pair of rough hands place themselves on your hips, guiding you to move up and down. âyou can do it, I know you can.â he praises, thrusting up to help you. he hits deep, and hard. you mewl, wanting him to do all the work. ââm not gonna let you go if you donât put in the effort, baby. câmon, âm almost there, I know you are too,â he rasps, gripping your hips roughly. you gulp, moving up and down feverishly. âthatâs it, doinâ so well for me, huh? letting me lay back, while I get to look at your pretty face. I know, I know, I can feel you tensinâ up, let go when you need to. iâm here, iâll always be here.â
that last sentence runs a shiver down your spine. before you know it, rafe is spilling inside you, providing you extra warmth. you collapse on his chest, sighing blissfully.
âyou should visit more often, not just come by during the holidays,â your mother softly speaks up, handing you a cup of hot chocolate. âI know, but you know why I canât.â you sigh, taking a small sip. ây/n, you canât still be hung up on him,â she sits down on the couch with you, âlisten, I know rafe doesnât really give you fond memories, but youâve gotta let go. you grew up here, this is your home. no matter where you go, I hope you always find your way back to us.â
a moment of silence emerges from the both of you. ââŚiâm notâŚIâŚI forgave rafe. a long time ago, mom.â a shadow of a smile graces her face, âgood, thatâs good. iâll be seeing you more often thenââ âno, you donât understand, I justâŚme and rafeâŚI donât know if its just me, but, whenever I get out of this town, I feel soâŚfree from him. and then I come back home, something in the air shifts. it feels likeâŚI still belong to him. like heâs behind me, breathing down my neck. I feel trapped here.â she sighs, putting down her coffee mug on the table, wrapping her arms around you. âiâm sorry honey,â she takes another deep breath, âare you sure youâve really forgiven him?â âiâm not, thatâs the thing.â she nods, standing up. âI understand, take all the time you need to sort your feelings. I know youâre not telling me the whole story, so iâll wait until youâre ready.â she grabs her coffee mug, walking to her bedroom. you look down, seeing a tear drop melt into your hot chocolate.
âare you really gonna do this to me?â rafeâs deep voice emerges from behind you. you turn around, and he has a slight smirk plastered on his smug face, a complete juxtaposition of what he looked like a couple nights back. you see your breath; and his too, not even when breathing you can get away from him. he owns every part of you.
ârafe, it was a mistake, we shouldâveâŚI shouldâve never slept with you. I was so close, so close to escaping from youââ âthatâs too bad, y/n. you knew damn well what you were doing,â he bends his knees to your level, whispering in your ear, âand you liked it. I know you did. I know you missed feeling me in you.â your breath hitched, and he pulls away, pushing a stray hair out of your face, âand you liked when I did this to you, no?â he softly chuckles, âyeah, I havenât forgotten what you likedâŚhavenâtâŚstopped thinking about you at all, honestly.â
âwell you shouldâ you try to sass back, but he just tsks, shaking his head, âwhy should I? you clearly havenât, otherwise you wouldnât have done what you did.â
âiâll see you next year, yeah?â rafe says, turning around and getting in his car.
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PHOTOBOOTH â p. bueckers
summary â you tell paige that you love her for the first time, inside a photobooth (inspired by that tiktok trend)
pairing â paige bueckers x reader
genre â fluff fluff fluff
warnings â paige has a motorcycle lol. shitty writing.
note â this was written ages ago abt no one in particular tbh so donât be surprised if it doesnât live up to my usual writing i just feel like publishing this for whoever might wanna read it after the game lol
it was an unusually calm and comfortable day at uconn. for once you didnât have to deal with the usual mountain of problems on your shoulders or unbearably long practice hours. it was just perfect, in your opinion.
âcan we go to the mall?â, you asked a relaxed paige who was sitting next to you on the sofa, with your legs thrown over her lap. paigeâs thumb had been drawing shapes onto the exposed skin of your thighs while scrolling through her phone, as the side of your head leaned against the backrest, silently admiring her beautifully sculpted side profile, as if memorizing each angle and curve.
paige wasnât exactly the biggest fan of crowded malls and going out on days off, â she preferred shopping online â so it only came to your surprise when the blonde nodded her head at your suggestion. âsure, baby.â
not wanting to ruin it for yourself with any questions, you smiled brightly and lifted yourself from off of her and the couch. standing straight in front of her, you held onto both of his hands to âpullâ her up. paige pretended to struggle in lifting herself up without your help.
âdamn, ma. when did you get so strong?â, she teased you with a grin on her lips once she was standing on her own two feet.
you simply rolled your eyes in faux annoyance and proceeded to drag her out of the apartment and towards her motorcycle. back then, you had been deathly afraid of the vehicle that you liked to call a âdeath trapâ, but after countless times of riding in the back of it with paige, you learned to trust the girl and her beloved motorcycle. you were her little backpack, as she liked to call it. you knew she would never let anything happen to you, especially since she insisted that you wear the helmet at all times, despite voicing your wishes of letting the wind blow through your hair and feeling it on your face.
after visiting countless of stores and with multiple bags held by your girlfriend, you gasped once you saw an empty photobooth. you happily dragged her towards it by the hand that was less full. paige hadnât complained a single time, the smile on your face and the way your eyes sparkled whenever you bought something that you liked was like a reward to her, especially when she was the one buying it for you. itâs as if your constant protests of not wanting her to spend money on you, went in one ear and out the other.
the chair of the booth was small, so naturally you found yourself sitting on top of the girlâs lap as you faced the camera and waited for the countdown. what paige didnt know, is that you had something very important to tell her.
âdonât make ugly facesâ, you jokingly warned her.
once the countdown had reached zero, the first pose you and paige did was a normal one. two cute and happy smiles for the camera, with the sides of your faces softly pressed up against each other and your arms wrapped around her neck, while herâs draped over your waist.
in the second photo, you turned your face towards paige and pressed a soft kiss on her cheek, causing the girl to smile wider than she had before.
before the click for the third picture went off, you leaned a bit closer towards paigeâs ear. âi love you so much. did you know that?â, you softly whispered.
paige turned to you in disbelief, a look of genuine surprise on her face as she stared at you with a soft gaze and hearts in her eyes.
before the last click went off, paige gently wrapped his hand around your throat and pulled you in for a deep kiss, just in time for the camera to capture it.
âi love you moreâ.
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New Beginnings
Leon Kennedy X AFAB!Reader (Pictured Leon between Re2 &RE4R) Warnings: FLUFF, Slight Angst, Dad Leon, Summary: After being sent to training, he returns home to meet his new girl for the time.. This is based off this ERAs and requested by anon to extend it!
Leon,
Iâm not sure if you will get this, mom wasn't sure if they would let you have these whilst you were in training but I wanted you to get the updates still. I went for my first scan today, they said everything looks good. I've been craving lots of cucumbers. Mom said she thinks I'll turn into one if I keep going. They also lied about morning sicknessâŚit's all the damn time. The first trimester is almost over, I've sent you a photo of the scan and the bumpÂ
Stay safe.
Your love <3
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Leon,
Iâve been missing you a lot recently, our little girl is kicking all the time. I think she gets it from you! Oh no, I revealed the genderâŚI can't believe we are having a little girl. Mom and Dad helped me set up a new nursery in a flat that I managed to get close to them. Iâve given you another photo of the bump and the latest scan. I think I've popped now...cravings are still cucumbers and morning sickness has subsided.Â
Stay safe,Â
Your love xx
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Leon,Â
Not long to go now, the nursery is all setup. I chose an enchanted woodland theme. Lots of little creatures hiding around the room. Filled with greens and it just feels cosy I can't wait for you to see it. I think she's about ready to come out now, she's kicking like mad and dropped really low. I'm scared but I know that you have been brave all this time so I'll do it for us. I really hope you are okayâŚI miss you like crazy. Even though she feels like I have a part of you with me.Â
Stay safeÂ
LoveÂ
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Leon,Â
Wow, what a whirlwind, our little girl was born a couple of months ago. She's been a handful so it took me a while to write this letterâŚif they even give them to you! The delivery is rough but worth it. She has the cutest blond hair and blue eyes you wouldn't believe! I've picked my favourite pictures of the past few monthsâŚI know they'll be returned to me soon enough anyway.Â
See you soon
Love xx
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Leon stared at the letters from where he spread them out on the little tray on the plane. His reflection is sharper and colder than when you last saw him. Guilt and nerves collided through his system like a drug, his stomach bubbling with anxiety as they announced the landing. Your handwriting hadn't changed over the years, always the same cursive font that was written in the margins of his textbooks. He smiled at the small doodles decorating the edges where he knew you were just thinking of what to say. It felt unreal like he was going to wake up to some sick dream the world decided to play on him. To take away this tiny lifeline of happiness he had left.Â
He wondered what would happen if he didn't return if he left you both untouched by the taint that he carried with him. The rucksack of nightmares he had seen in the past two years, the one he had to train his shoulders to carry. His hands were rough, his eyes piercing. Would you even be able to find the same soul that you fell in love with before?Â
And then there was his daughter, something born out of pure innocent love. A romance blossoming on the white picket fence fantasy he always dreamed ofâŚonly to now have a father who was unsure if he could provide that for any of you. If he could even step up to be the man she needed. The one she would run to when she needed help with boys or the kids bullying him. The few campmates he did get along with told him that he didn't miss the precious moments. That there was still time for him to form a loving bond between father and daughter. A small part of him inside hated the photos as they were evidence of everything he missed, all the small kicks and the cravings you experienced. Not being able to soothe you when it all got too much just like you did that night.Â
The attendant announced the plane landing, the runway coming into view masking his reflection. Leon folded all the letters again, having remembered every letter and word you imprinted on the page. The ink smudged on some of them. The pictures were tucked in the cheap wallet he bought when he was at the airport safe for when he needed them. His movements were calculated and careful, Leon's mind already aware of everyone around him as he moved. He helped the older lady next to him with her back, his arm held out to guide her off the plane. He watched the bittersweet reunion as her daughter found her. Their cries of happiness blend into the chaos with the other people around them, the further he gets away. Worry settled when he thinks about accidentally walking past you as he left the gate. His eyes scanned for any figure he remembered. The silhouette that visited him in his dreams was like an angel. Leon often swore he could still feel your phantom touch the next morning as his cheek always felt slightly warmer as he completed his early laps of the base. The warmth was always welcomed, however, instead of the coldness of Krauser's stare or his words as he corrected him again.Â
Then he saw it, the cursive writing of some paper sign in the corner of his eye. The bold letter was held by a woman who scanned her eyes over the crowd. His name and the fingers that grasped the sign were yours.Â
Leon took a moment, watching as people continued to move around him. Taking advantage of his hardened appearance to watch you. His eyes are not failing to notice the young girl on your hip. The now two-year-old waved at people as they passed, her hand grasping the charm on your necklace tightly. The photos didn't do her justice, she looked exactly like him. Her piercing blue eyes met his. They always said kids notice more than adults.Â
He watched the way her curious stare ran over him, trying to figure him outâŚalmost like he was familiar to her. You had noticed sheâd gone quiet. Turning your head to look at where the young girl had now rested it on your shoulder. He watched as you asked her what was wrong, shifting her in your arms slightly. Your hip jolts out to support her weight better. Leon's feet didn't move, they couldn't. Right, there was all he ever wanted. Did he deserve it? Was it actually his? The perfect dream, the one he saw every single night in that stupid bunk amongst the snores of his bunkmates.Â
His whole body froze as you looked at him, the whole world stopped. Your love washed over him like a tide crashing against rocks. It was fierce, strong and unstoppable. The current is already pulling him into your ocean of affection. His little girl began to cry as you passed her to your mum. Your feet are already pounding on the airport carpet as you bolt it to him. He didn't know what else to do but welcome you, like the hole in his heart was finally filled. The two years apart suddenly ended with a new beginning.
You collided into his chest with such force he stumbled. His own emotions leak out into the softness of your skin. Words failed him, they seemed to fail you as well as you held him in silence. Your smaller frame fits against his own with no change. However, you could feel the new muscles. His hardened grip is proof of his changes not that you cared about them. You would learn to love this new version just as you promised on that one night. Your promise was never forgotten when he left in that black car. Your heart is still soul-tied to him.Â
Leon's breath faltered when you pulled away, his biceps subconsciously pulling you in closer. Your eyes met his, your warm smile melting his tough gaze. âThere he is,â you whispered. At your words, he crumbled, his frame shaking as tears leaked from the corners of his eyes. He tried to smile, to muster up the courage to say anything. Part of you regretted bringing your daughter now fearing he would be overwhelmed in meeting her in this state. Yet to his credit, he stood up straighter, a small smile filling his features. His hand cradled your face bringing you into a long-awaited kiss. He didn't need to speak. You knew exactly what he wanted to say. You could feel the love radiating from him, pouring it into the first kiss. His soul begging for redemption from situations you didn't know he had experienced. His hands were almost afraid to touch you, to swallow you in the darkness he had retreated himself into.Â
You heard her before you felt her, the small stumbling steps of your two-year-old as she collided with your legs almost taking you off your feet.Â
You watched Leon's eyebrows pinch in concern as he felt your body buckle, hands sprawled out on his chest to catch yourself. Your daughter's hands gripped at your legs, small tugs on your shirt as she whimpered to be picked up. Leon's demeanour changed when you did. His body regained the stiffness as he looked at her closely. Their eye contact was intense both trying to figure out what to make of each other. âBaby, This is daddy remember?â You prompted, eyes solely focused on the small girl. Leon was grateful for that, you couldnât see his flinch at the word. The small girl nodded her hand outstretched to him.Â
That was the thing about children, always curious. No matter if they were reaching out towards unknown danger. You would have protected her if you thought it was dangerous. Part of him wanted to back away, careful not to let the innocent fingers touch his blood-stained skin afraid if they pulled away her tiny hands would be strained red. You knew otherwise, you always did. Allowed these hands to cradle your face, to hold you when he finally returned home. Her hand touched the stubble that coated his cheeks, the small strands of hair prickly against her tiny fingers. You watched him process the touch, his frame softening arms finally wrapping around the both of you.
âDaddyâ The girl muttered, a small toothy grin growing on her features. Her small arms wrapped around his neck as he swung from you to him. She was so small against him, his large arms hiding her from the surrounding crowd. His other one holding you close. âThank youâŚIâm sorry I wasnât..â Leon finally spoke. You shook your head, âYou were always here, How do you think she knows who you are?â You smiled. He was home, different, but home. Your parents picked up his bags as they followed you both home. He was too busy carrying his whole world in his arms anyway.
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ăăăăjeno ⥠is the type of boyfriend to ... âş
jeno soft hours & headcanons. all are fictional.
pairing: lee jeno x fem!reader
genre: romance, fluff
result from the poll i gave (it's now deleted haha sorry)
author's notes: i made a poll on my main blog like around 3 weeks ago (i deleted it bc im transforming my main blog into something) and i saw that you guys chose jeno over renjun for a boyfriend soft hours headcanon. and well lo and behold, i will bring it to you as requested! i know you guys definitely liked my chenle and jisung headcanons (let's face it, i literally still get bombarded with a bunch of notifs saying you guys r still reblogging and liking my posts AND I WON'T COMPLAIN!) sooo i'll continue this entire thing since this is now probably a 7dream series. i hope this filled up your delusions AND. i hope y'all like this as much as you guys liked my jisung and chenle headcanons :>>
p.s i hope this is an accurate depiction of how i think jeno would be as a boyfriend.........
i am always open 4 requests, and my ask inbox is open so go ahead and request or ask me anything ! i'm always happy to answer each and every message <3
jeno is the type of boyfriend to act all whiny and pouty when you don't give him full attention for at least a second. he wants you to give him attention without any breaks. the moment you let go of him or the moment he finds himself no longer in your arms when he wakes up, he'll start whining and pouting for you to come back.
"wait, let me get somethingâ" as you were about to get up to get something from your cabinet, jeno cuts you off by whining and gripping you tightly to keep you from getting up. you turn around to him, his pout becoming visible already as a sign that he doesn't want to let go of your arms just yet. "but.. baby... can't you stay here first with me? am i not deserving of your attention?"
jeno is the type of boyfriend to follow you almost everywhere you go. not in like a stalking way though, but in a way where he truly wants to go with you on anything you plan to travel or drive to. whether it's a gala with your friends, or something personal yourself. he just doesn't want to be alone and wants to join you almost everytime.
"baby, i'll attend a birthday party on saturday with my friends." you say softly to jeno in front of you, writing down the event on your calendar. you could feel his little stare at you when you said that, with a little nod which you knew that it meant he'll ask you again if he could come. you sigh playfully, rolling your eyes at him as you knew that he'll ask you any minute. "you know the drill.... can i come?"
jeno is the type of boyfriend to sulk and playfully fight you when you say something that doesn't fit the conversation. if, for example, you don't answer his question, he'll immediately sulk and fight you as if he hates you, literally! but, you know all the time he's joking by how cute he is when he fights you. and, even if he fights you playfully a million times, he'll always accept your apologies.
"baby, do you like my suit?" jeno asks, coming out of the fitting room in a tailor shop to see if his suit looks good for his occasion tomorrow. you were still talking about your anniversary plans together, which immediately made jeno sulk as you ignored his question. "heeey, you ignored my question!" he starts whining, sulking while putting up a cute angry expression. he goes to you and smacks you playfully, fighting you just because you ignored his question. "i'm sorryâ i'm sorry!" you start apologising while jeno kept smacking you, still sulking. "you didn't answer my question! do you like my suit?" he asks again, in which you nodded and gave him a little kiss on the lips for him to stop.
jeno is the type of boyfriend to send you something before he goes to work. it's either he sends you an adorable selfie, or something sweet, or maybe some funny jokes to enlighten up your mood if you feel down. he tries his best to at least make you happy in the most minimal way possibleâ and it works!
"good morning, baby! hope you slept well. gonna head to work nowww, see you later my love! i love you pretty girl :>" jeno sends the message to you, hoping that you can read it now that you're probably awake. you were on your bed, looking at the notification on your lockscreen. you type out a response, saying, "hi cutie ! i did sleep well, good morning <3 i'll see you later! ilym" and pressed send with a giggle.
ÂŠď¸ 200markies / jyanihaes, 2024
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"To change for you..."
â°⢠âď¸ - Things the Blue Lock boys do after picking it up from you Feat. Michael Kaiser, Isagi Yoichi, Nagi Seishiro, Shidou Ryusei, and Rin Itoshi
AN: I have the freaking cutest idea for a Wakasuki fanfic but nobody knows him and it's so sad...
Michael Kaiser â°⢠âď¸ - Listening to certain songs that he knows you like when heâs traveling
He never realized that he would have missed you this much when he was traveling. For the few months that he was still back in Germany with you, the thoughts of traveling had crossed his mind many times, and with a scoff and the thoughts that he used to do it alone all the time pushed the ideas to the back of his brain, well until now; Now when he was sitting on the Bastard MĂźnchen bus on the way to the PXG stadium for their next match, the long, almost 14-hour, bus ride they had, and every second since he had been on that bus, he missed you. Not that he would ever admit that to anybody, including you. So what better way than to either A. attempt to text you, But that sounded desperate, or B. do something that reminded him of you. And with his limited options, he scrolled his phone to find something that could bring him back to the thought of you, even if you werenât there with him. To which thatâs when he found it. A couple of weeks ago you had stolen his phone, saying that you were just looking at the weather, but rather, you knew he had a Spotify account and only listened to the songs he wanted to, so you put together a playlist for him of some songs you think he should listen to, including some of your favorites. He couldnât help but give a little smile when he saw the playlist cover being a picture of the two of you at one of his previous games, and within no time he pressed the play button and started to listen through the songs, thoughts of you running through his head matching up with every song lyric.
Isagi Yoichi â°⢠âď¸ - Using more creative insults on the field after you used them against him
It all started a couple weeks after you had started dating and you got into a little spat about where to go for dinner, him trying to be nice and let you decide and you being indecisive and pushing it back on him. All going relatively nicely until you turned around and said:
âYou decide, you wet noodle! I canât pick.â
And he stood there for a second, a little surprised. A wet noodle? That wasnât something you heard every day. So he let out a slight chuckled and picked a place he knew you would like and the two of you went there for dinner that night. The same thing with a couple other insults had happened a few times, being called a multitude of other things, and even hearing youâd snide comments sometimes about how you hoped that a person that cut you off in traffic âstepped into a puddle with only socks on.â
Now with these thoughts inside his head, and Barou running his mouth he could only turn towards him and give a dirty glare before pulling this out of his pocket:
âI hope youâre sleeves slide down while youâre washing your hands.â
Before turning back around and heading anywhere else in the building where he wasnât. To which the rest of the people standing there could only look surprised, the same guy who called Barou much worse, just wished a minor inconvenience on him? What was happening?
Nagi Seishiro â°⢠âď¸ - Showing a little more effort rather than just in scoring goals
Reo could only look confused at the white-haired man as he was actually trying on some of the new training regiments given to them by Chris Prince. Even when he looked over to the coach, he looked a little shocked. It wasnât that Nagi didnât try, itâs that he had never tried this hard before. He did everything just enough for it to be acceptable and then move on with his life, well that was until he saw how hard you worked for things. He never understood why people worked hard until you had come home with a good grade on your test, the same test he had watched you work for hours and hours trying to study the material and cram into your head before you had to take it. The way that you smiled and were so excited that the work you did paid off gave him this spark of inspiration that he needed to see what it was like to train hard and then have that achievement pay off in the end. So when he went back to practice, he tried harder than he ever did before, even earning a couple comments asking if he was okay, or if he was dying and trying a little harder was his dying wish. All of which he responded a simple ânoâ to before walking off to get water or work on something else. The only person who could actually figure out the truth was Reo, who had asked him if it had something to do with you. He just shrugged and nodded.
âThey came home all happy one time because they studied hard and got a good grade and I wanted to know what that felt like⌠They clung onto me for a whole 15 minutes after⌠and I liked it so maybe If I do good I can do that to them..â
Reo could only laugh a little as he watched Nagi walk away. He would definitely have to send you a thank you card, Chris Princeâs signature in there as well as he had tried to ask Nagi the same question and it totally backfired.
Shidou Ryusei â°⢠âď¸ - Trying to settle arguments with words instead of his foot
The famous fighter, Shidou Ryusei, was actually trying to have a conversation. Nobody ever thought there would be a day. Well, except for one person, you. The same person who had told him off a multitude of times that he canât just hurt people whenever he was pissed off at them, and there were much better ways to go about it. Even after days of him trying to get you to see his side of it, and you already, after hearing his explanation a few weeks ago, deeming it not the best way to settle things. So here he was now, putting his ego aside to make sure that Loki or Ego didnât have to call you for the 4th time this week to try to get him to behave and attempt to try to not kick Rin square in the face after he stole a goal from him. Even Loki was surprised when Shidou was about to raise his foot, just to stop himself, mutter something, and then turn to Rin, attempting to try and talk it out. The first thought in everybody's mind, was this even Shidou? After Rin had walked away from him Loki came jogging over to him and trying to make sure he was okay.
âYaâ Iâm fine, jusâ the pretty thing back home yaâ always have to call told me to get my shit together, so Iâm tryinâ talk it out with lower lashes.â
Loki looked surprised, I mean he knew from talking to you before that you were close with Shidou, but little did he know that you basically had the man wrapped around youâre finger. Theyâve been trying to get him to talk something out for the entire time he was in Blue Lock, but he leaves for a few days and comes back a whole new person? The staff would be sending you thank you cards, as well as a small gift instead of having to pay the hospital bills from anybody else Shidou wouldâve sent.
Rin Itoshi â°⢠âď¸ - Trying to be a little nicer to others
The world must have stopped turning and we were all gonna die. That was the only thing Isagi could think after he heard Rin actually complimenting somebody. Was it a backhanded compliment? Absolutely, but did he still say something nice to Nanase, yes. Isagi could only stare in shock as he walked over to him next, ready to be degraded or ignored for anything he did, until Rin stopped, cursing under his breath.
âYouâre a shitty person, but at least you can score a decent goal..â
The world stopped, he was sure of it. There was no way the Rin Itoshi, had just come up to him and told him he could score a decent goal. So when he stood there a little confused Rin couldnât help but curse a little more.
âThis isnât because I like you. Itâs because I like my partner. Got it?â
And with that he headed off again, going who knows where.
Thought he didnât learn the fully story until much later on when Shidou had been talking about it Charles and he had overheard. Apparently, Rinâs partner had been pretty upset when they realized that he was pretty mean overall, and wanted him to at least attempt being nicer, so the next time he saw somebody he knew he at least tried to give them a compliment, just attempting to make his partner a little less upset with him.
Isagi knew that it was just a little thing, but lord, he was sure that if Rin would go around complimenting other people, if you asked for the world to burn, he would set it on fire just so you wouldnât be upset.
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Misunderstanding | idol!Vernon x reader | angst,fluff
The members were scattered around their hotel suite, relaxing after their final U.S. tour performance. Mingyu was stretched out on the couch, munching on snacks, while Jeonghan leaned back in a chair with a smug look on his face. Vernon, however, sat quietly, staring at his phone.
âVernon, youâve been looking at your phone for, like, an hour,â Seungkwan pointed out, throwing a pillow at him. âWhatâs going on?â
âItâs Y/N,â Vernon muttered, catching the pillow but not looking up.
That immediately got the attention of the room.
Joshua raised an eyebrow. âWhat about her? You two seemed fine last time you talked.â
âSheâs ignoring me,â Vernon admitted, running a hand through his hair. âIâve been texting and calling, and she hasnât replied. I donât know what I did.â
âMaybe you did something without realizing it,â Seungkwan said, leaning forward with interest.
âOr maybe sheâs overthinking something and waiting for you to fix it,â Jeonghan added with a grin.
âI didnât do anything,â Vernon insisted. âAt least, I donât think I did. Everything was fine two days ago.â
âGirls donât just start ignoring you for no reason,â Jeonghan teased. âTrust me, I know.â
âJust call her and find out,â Joshua suggested.
âYeah, call her now,â Seungkwan agreed, then smirked. âAnd put it on speaker so we can hear.â
âWhat? No,â Vernon said, frowning.
âCome on,â Mingyu chimed in, laughing. âWeâre trying to help. If you get stuck, we can tell you what to say.â
âI canât believe Iâm doing this,â Vernon muttered, but he relented, dialing her number and switching the phone to speaker. âIf this goes badly, Iâm blaming all of you.â
The members immediately leaned in, some trying to stifle laughter as the phone began to ring.
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Y/N sat on her couch, scrolling through her phone. Her stomach churned as she saw the photo of Vernon and the girl yet again laughing together, looking like they were sharing a private moment. Her phone buzzed in her hand, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw Vernonâs name flash across the screen.
She let it ring a few times before answering, her tone sharp. âWhat do you want?â
The members collectively winced at her cold tone. Mingyu mouthed, This is bad.
âY/N,â Vernon said cautiously. âWhy have you been ignoring me? Did I do something wrong?â
âSeriously, Vernon?â Y/N snapped, her voice icy. âYou donât know?â
Vernon glanced nervously at the members. Jeonghan gestured for him to keep talking.
âNo, I donât know,â Vernon said honestly.
âUnbelievable,â Y/N muttered, her voice tinged with sarcasm. âMaybe itâs because thisâwhatever this isâclearly doesnât mean anything to you.â
Joshua widened his eyes, silently mouthing, Ouch.
âWhat are you talking about?â Vernon asked, his tone edging toward frustration. âOf course, it means something to me.â
âOh, does it?â Y/N snapped. âBecause it sure doesnât feel that way. You know what? Forget it. Go hang out with your other girls or whatever.â
The room fell completely silent, every member frozen in place.
âOther girls?â Vernon repeated, bewildered. âWhat are you talking about? There are no other girls.â
âRight,â Y/N said bitterly. âNot that it matters. Weâre not even official, right? You donât owe me an explanation.â
The words hit Vernon like a punch in the gut. He stared at the phone, momentarily speechless.
Seungkwan broke the silence, whispering loudly, âSay something!â
âY/N,â Vernon said, his voice softer now. âWhy are you saying this? Whatâs really going on?â
Y/N hesitated, her anger flickering. But instead of explaining, she shook her head. âGoodnight, Vernon.â
She hung up before he could respond.
The room was silent for a beat before Jeonghan whistled low. âThat was⌠rough.â
âWhat does she mean by âother girlsâ?â Mingyu asked.
âI donât know,â Vernon said, staring at his phone. âI have no idea what sheâs talking about.â
âWell, whatever it is, sheâs clearly upset about something,â Joshua said. âYou need to figure out what it is before this gets worse.â
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The airport was bustling as the members prepared to board their flight back to Korea. Vernon was quieter than usual, still turning the conversation over in his mind.
âHey, Hansol,â Wonwoo said, walking over to him with his phone in hand. âYou need to see this.â
Vernon frowned as Wonwoo handed him the phone. On the screen was a picture of him and a girl standing outside. The girl was looking up at him, laughing, while Vernon appeared to be smiling at something she said.
âThatâs what Y/N mustâve seen,â Wonwoo explained. âMy girlfriend just sent it to me. Apparently, itâs all over Twitter.â
Vernonâs stomach sank. âThis is what she was talking about?â
âProbably,â Wonwoo said. âIt looks bad out of context. If I didnât know you, Iâd assume it was a date.â
âIt wasnât a date,â Vernon said firmly. âShe was just a fan. She asked for an autograph, and I didnât want to be rude.â
âWell, you need to explain that to Y/N,â Wonwoo said.
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Y/N wasnât expecting a knock at her door, and she definitely wasnât expecting Vernon. When she opened the door, her breath caught.
âVernon? What are you doing here?â
âWe need to talk,â he said, stepping inside.
She crossed her arms defensively. âI donât think thereâs anything to say.â
âY/N,â Vernon said, his voice firm. âI know why youâre upset. Itâs because of that picture, isnât it?â
Her eyes widened, but she didnât respond.
âThe one of me and that girl,â he continued. âShe was just a fan. She asked for an autograph, and I didnât want to be rude. Thatâs all it was.â
âYouâre serious?â Y/N asked hesitantly.
âOf course, Iâm serious,â he said, his tone softening. âI didnât even know the picture existed until this morning. If Iâd known, I wouldâve explained everything sooner.â
Her anger began to waver, replaced by guilt. âI just⌠I saw the picture, and I thoughtâŚâ
âI get it,â Vernon said gently. âI wouldâve felt the same way if it were you.â
Y/N looked down, her voice small. âIâm sorry.â
âIâm sorry too,â Vernon said. âI hate that this made you feel like you donât mean anything to me. Because you do.â
She looked up at him, her eyes searching his face. âI do?â
âYeah,â he said with a small smile. âAnd about what you said on the phone⌠youâre right. Weâre not official. But I want us to be.â
Her breath caught. âYou⌠what?â
âI want to make it official,â he said, stepping closer. Slowly, he reached up, gently tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. His hand lingered on her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin as he held her gaze. âNo more guessing, no more misunderstandings. I want to be with you, Y/N. For real.â
Her lips parted slightly, her emotions written all over her face. Tears welled in her eyes as her heart pounded. She nodded, a soft smile breaking through. âOkay. Letâs make it official.â
Relief and happiness washed over Vernonâs face as he pulled her into his arms, holding her close. The world seemed to fade away in that moment.
As they pulled back from the embrace, Vernon leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, his lips lingering for a moment. âIâm so glad I have you,â he murmured softly, his voice filled with warmth.
Y/N closed her eyes, her heart feeling lighter than it had in days. âMe too,â she whispered.
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So, once a long time ago I had a boyfriend. And there were a couple times we had misunderstandings. Where I didn't want a sex thing and he did the sex thing. And I knew they were misunderstandings, because he used to talk, a lot, about how he used to have a hard time figuring out when women wanted to have sex with him because they wouldn't say so directly. (I was 20. He was in his mid 40's. I'd rather not get into the age gap stuff right now, it's not like I didn't know that people didn't approve of 40 somethings dating 20 year olds.) (although, if you happen to be pretty young and reading this: this sort of bullshit does seem to happen more often in these situations.)
Several years later, I was dating new people again for the first time in a while, and I didn't want more of those misunderstandings, so I was trying to figure out how I could communicate better. You know how it is. The thing is though, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that the number of things I could have done differently in the situation were actually quite limited and also not clearly better. Whereas what he could have done differently, well.
I do not, in fact, think my ex was confused. Not any more. I think he knew damn well what he was doing and was covering his ass. Creating plausible deniability. (Which, clearly, worked. At the time.) So, yeah. I know what the song means. And I know neither that song nor any of the many other songs I could name that have blurred lines around consent caused him to do what he did. But, that song and things like it -- rape culture -- and more importantly the absence of counter narratives that describe rape and consent accurately, did contribute to how *I* saw things, did mean that when I was raped I didn't think it was rape. I figured it was understandable, because of course sometimes women don't say when we want sex or play hard to get, so of course some men have trouble telling real no's. I thought he was confused, not malicious.
I don't hate It's Cold Outside because I think it describes rape. I hate It's Cold Outside because I think it and songs like it contributed to me seeing my own violation as an honest mistake.
And in general I think adding information, ideas, stories is better than taking them away. And also. I do not want to have to listen to that damn song.
*sigh*
Yes, I know that Baby It's Cold Outside is supposed to be fun and naughty and flirty. I know the social context in which original listeners heard it. I know the social scripts they were playing with.
But - and here's the kicker - I don't exist in those contexts, and in my context, where the vast majority of people listening to the song don't have that context, it feels fucking gross and creepy and I don't like it. And! No amount of lecturing and hectoring people about what it's really about is going to change that we aren't in the same social context anymore.
Lecturing people about how they're wrong about how they feel about a song because that art doesn't land on them the same way it does on you just makes you look like a smug twat who doesn't get how art works.
"Let people enjoy things" comes with the correlating idea "let people fucking hate things."
And I just didn't like that song before I had to go through the annual ritual of listening to the lectures on why I'm wrong to dislike the song at all.
Now?
Now I violently fucking hate that fucking song.
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the library was quiet, the kind of quiet that felt like it was carved out of the world itself. sunlight streamed in through the large windows, casting soft patterns on the wooden floors. it wasnât a large libraryâsmall, cozy, and tucked away at the edge of the town, mostly frequented by students and a few older residents who enjoyed its peaceful atmosphere.
seungmin pushed open the door, a soft chime ringing as he stepped inside. he didnât particularly enjoy coming hereâit wasnât exactly his sceneâbut he had a book to return, one his friend had borrowed under his name. as usual, he wore his baseball cap low, the brim shading his face, as he approached the front desk.
a blonde was sitting behind the counter, his deep voice calm as he hummed a tune to himself while stamping books. seungmin placed the book on the counter, nodding slightly.
âreturning this,â
felix looked up briefly, gave a small nod, and reached for the book without much thought. âgot it.â
the guy turned away without another word, heading toward the shelves by the windows. it had been a while since heâd been here, and he didnât remember much about the layout, but he found a stool near an aisle and sank down onto it. pulling a small notebook from his jacket pocket, he uncapped his pen and began writing.
he always wrote when things felt too noisy inside his head. the notebook held snippets of his thoughts, observations, and, lately, small moments he hadnât been able to forgetâlike her.
behind the counter, felix finished sorting the returned books before glancing at the time. it was quiet enough that he decided to assign someone the task of checking on the lone customer.
ây/n,â he called, his voice low so as not to disturb the silence.
she turned from the bookshelf she was organizing, brushing her hands on her skirt. âyeah?â
âthereâs someone by the windows. go check if they need anything,â felix said, gesturing lazily toward the back of the library. âseems like heâs settled in, but weâre supposed to, you know, do our job.â
the girl rolled her eyes with a small smile. âfine. anything else, your majesty?â
felix smirked. âjust be your usual charming self.â
she shook her head, adjusting the loose cardigan over her blouse as she walked toward the windows. the aisle was bathed in golden light, and at first, she only saw the figure sitting on the stool, hunched slightly over something in his hands. it wasnât until she got closer that she froze.
seungmin?
he didnât notice her at first, too focused on whatever he was writing. his profile was sharper in the soft light, the cap hiding most of his messy brown hair. she hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to speak, but curiosity got the better of her.
âso you come to libraries now too?â
her voice was soft but laced with a playful edge, and seungmin startled slightly, his head snapping up. his dark eyes widened for a fraction of a second before narrowing in faint recognition.
âyou,â he said flatly, closing his notebook as if on instinct. âwhat are you doing here?â
y/n tilted her head, her grin widening. âi work here.â
he blinked, clearly caught off guard. âwork here?â
âyup,â she said, crossing her arms. ânot that youâd know, considering you donât seem to come here much.â
âi donât,â he admitted, leaning back slightly on the stool. âthis isnât really my thing.â
âi can see.. then what brings you here today?â
âreturning a book,â he said simply, tapping the closed notebook against his knee.
she raised an eyebrow, taking a step closer. âyou donât strike me as the type to rent books, either.â
âwell, it wasnât mine,â he clarified. âa friend borrowed it under my name.â
âah,â she said, nodding. âmakes sense. still, didnât think iâd see you here.â
âsame,â he replied, his tone neutral but his gaze steady on her. âi didnât know you worked here.â
âwell, it is a new job,â she said, shrugging lightly. âstarted about a week ago. felix and i both work part time, after uni.â
âfelix?â
âthe guy at the front desk,â she explained. âmy best friend. heâs niceâwell, mostly,â she added with a small laugh.
seungmin didnât comment on that, his eyes flickering toward the front desk briefly before settling back on her.
âalright, mr. mysterious,â she said, tilting her head playfully, âif youâre not here to rent books or socialize, whatâs the notebook for? donât think i didnât notice you scribbling something down.â
seungminâs fingers tightened slightly around the notebook resting on his knee, and for a moment, it seemed like he wasnât going to answer. finally, he shrugged, his voice low. âjust⌠thoughts. random things.â
ârandom, huh?â she echoed, leaning forward just enough to tease without invading his space. âlike what? are you secretly writing the next great novel?â
he huffed, the faintest hint of a smirk ghosting across his lips. âno.â
âthen poetry?â she guessed, her eyes sparkling. âor are you jotting down world domination plans? oh, wait! is itââ
âitâs none of those,â he interrupted, his tone firm but not unkind.
âyouâre no fun.â
âyou talk too much,â
âiâve been told that before,â she replied, unfazed. âbut come on, iâm curious! what could possibly be so secretive that you canât share with your friendly neighborhood library worker?â
he gave her a long, measured look, as if debating whether or not to humor her. âitâs just a journal,â he admitted finally, his voice barely above a murmur. ânothing special.â
her expression softened at that, and she straightened slightly. âa journal?â
âyeah,â he said, his eyes dropping to the notebook. âhelps me think.â
âthatâs actually⌠really cool,â she said, her voice sincere. âiâve tried keeping journals before, but i always end up doodling in the margins or writing nonsense.â
seungmin glanced at her, his brow raising slightly. âwhy?â
âi guess iâm too impatient,â she said with a small laugh. âmy thoughts move faster than my pen can keep up.â
he didnât respond, but there was something in his gaze that made her feel like he understood.
they fell into a comfortable silence again, the soft rustling of pages and distant hum of felixâs humming at the front desk filling the space. y/n leaned back against the shelf, her arms crossed loosely, and studied him for a moment.
âyouâre a quiet one, huh?â she said finally, her tone light.
âwe're in a library.â
âoh my bad. no! but still, in the field-â
âis that a problem?â
ânot at all,â she said quickly, smiling. âitâs just⌠different. most people i know are always trying to fill the silence, you know? but youâre just okay with it.â
seungmin shrugged, his gaze shifting to the window. âsilence is easier.â
âeasier than what?â
âthan talking.â
she blinked at the honesty in his reply, her teasing smile softening into something more thoughtful. âi guess i can see that,â she said quietly. âbut talking isnât so bad, you know. especially when the person youâre talking to isnât half bad.â
he looked at her then, his dark eyes steady and unreadable. âyou think so?â
âobviously,â she said with a grin, trying to lighten the mood. âi mean, youâre tolerating me, and thatâs saying something.â
seungminâs lips twitched, the closest thing to a smile sheâd seen from him. âyouâre persistent, iâll give you that.â
âthank you,â she said, pretending to curtsy dramatically. âiâll take that as a compliment.â
they stayed like that for a while, the silence between them growing less like a void and more like a bridge. y/n found herself wondering what he was thinking, what stories were tucked away in that notebook of his.
âso,â she said eventually, her voice soft, âif you donât come here often, where do you usually go?â
he hesitated, his fingers idly tapping the edge of the notebook. âthe field. or home.â
ânot much of an explorer, huh?â
ânot really.â
âwell,â she said, her tone brightening, âi'm no dora but if you ever feel like venturing out, i know a all the good spots. i mean, i do live here since i was three, and i do work here now, so youâll know where to find me.â
seungmin looked at her, his gaze lingering for a moment before he nodded slightly. âokay, but don't take my word for it.â
âalready ahead of 'ya!â she beamed.
ây/n!â she heard her friend's voice calling her, it immediately widening her eyes.
âwell,â she said, pushing off the shelf and clasping her hands behind her back, quickly âexcuse um.. felix.â she clears her throat awkwardly. âi should probably get back to work before felix yells at me, again.â
âyou should.â
âi should..â
seungmin huffed softly, shaking his head.
âsee you around, car girl,â he corrected quietly, almost to himself.
she froze, turning back to face him. âwhat did you just call me?â
he looked up, his expression unreadable but his tone steady. âcar girl. suits you.â
y/n blinked, her cheeks warming slightly. âiâwellâokay. i guess iâll take it.â
âsee you around, mysterious baseball guy,â she said, flashing him a playful grin as she started to walk away. âwhat? you get what you give.â
he raised an eyebrow. âmysterious baseball guy, really?â
she grinned. âwell, you called me âcar girl,â didnât you? itâs only fair.â
he shook his head, but there was the faintest hint of a smirk on his lips as he replied, âsure. see you, car girl.â
and for the first time, as she walked back to the front desk, she felt like something between them had shiftedâsoftly, subtly, but undeniably.
she turned again, her heart fluttering inexplicably as she walked back to the front desk. felix raised an eyebrow as she returned, but she waved him off, not ready to explain the strange, quiet boy sitting by the window.
seungmin stayed where he was, his pen hovering over the open page of his notebook. slowly, deliberately, he wrote,
car girl.
the air outside the convenience store carried a faint chill, the kind that hinted at winterâs slow approach. y/n stepped out, balancing the plastic bag of groceries on her hip while holding her phone in her other hand. the sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky a gradient of pale blue and deep indigo, and the streetlights had just started flickering on.
she didnât notice it at first, not until she heard a faint whimper. a stray puppy. it was small, shivering by the edge of the pavement, its thin brown fur offering little protection against the cool evening air.
âoh, you poor baby,â she murmured, immediately setting down her bags and crouching to its level. the pup looked up at her with wary eyes, its ears pinned back, but it didnât run.
âhey, itâs okay,â she said softly, reaching out a hand. âi wonât hurt you.â
the puppy sniffed cautiously before stepping closer, its small tail wagging hesitantly. she smiled, her heart melting as she stroked its head gently.
âyou must be starving,â she said, trying to converse with the dog, glancing at the convenience store behind her. you can call her idiotic, but hey, she's a sunshine! âwait here, okay? iâll get you something.â
she straightened, leaving the groceries by the curb as she darted back inside. when she returned a few minutes later, she had a packet of wet dog food and a disposable bowl. she opened the packet, her fingers fumbling slightly in her hurry, and poured the food into the bowl.
âthere you go,â she said, setting it down.
the puppy sniffed the bowl before diving in, eating with the kind of desperation that made her chest ache.
âslow down, buddy,â she said gently, laughing softly. âitâs not going anywhere.â
as she watched the puppy eat, she pulled out one of the ice creams that she'd got from the cvs, peeling the lid off and taking a small bite. the cold sweetness melted on her tongue, and for a moment, she let herself enjoy the simple pleasure of the moment.
ây/n?â
the familiar voice startled her, and she turned quickly, her eyes widening as she spotted seungmin standing a few feet away. he had his hands in the pockets of his jacket, his baseball cap pulled low, and his expression was unreadable as always.
âseungmin?â she said, blinking. âwhat are you doing here?â
âcould ask you the same thing,â he replied, stepping closer, crouching down beside her. his eyes flicked to the puppy, which was still happily eating. âwho's this?â
âwell, a stray,â she said, brushing her hands on her skirt as she still stood crouched. âi found it shivering out here. couldnât just leave it.â
he crouched down, studying the puppy with quiet interest. âyou have a thing for strays, donât you?â
âwhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âfirst a stray guy, now a stray pup,â he said, glancing up at her with a faint smirk.
âare you calling yourself a stray? am i hearing you right? also- you're not.. stray, youâre just selectively social.â y/n blinked before laughing, her cheeks warming slightly.
âis that what youâre calling it?â he muttered, but his tone was light.
âwell, maybe, i just have a thing for dog-like people.â
âare you calling me a dog?â
âyes. i mean- no, but yeah! i mean, look at you. your side profile looks like one of an adorable dog's.â
âso first you call me a dog, and second, you're calling me cute?â
âdid i stutter?â
âbold.â
âno, just truthful.â
the puppy finished eating and looked up at seungmin, its tail wagging tentatively. he reached out a hand, letting it sniff him before scratching behind its ears.
âcute,â he said simply, glancing over to her then back at the puppy, his voice soft.
y/n smiled, watching the scene unfold. there was something about the way he moved, so careful and deliberate, that made her heart feel strange.
âdo you a dog of your own at home?â
âwhat makes you say that?â
âyou're petting it well, like a true owner.â she grinned, shrugging. âor is it just your dog-like instincts, after all you are interacting with your kind.â
âif you don't stop-â
then came a tiny bark, from the puppy, looking at the two as they turned their heads.
âwhat? don't tell me you want more?â
woof.
one cvs pet-cup later.
âi got ice cream,â she said after a moment, holding up the second ice cream cup. âwant some?â
he glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. âice cream? in this weather?â
âitâs never the wrong time for ice cream,â she said firmly. âbesides, i got chocolate. donât tell me you donât like chocolate.â
âi donât dislike it,â he said, standing and taking the cup from her. âthanks.â
they stood side by side, leaning against the railing by the curb as they ate. the dog lay down at their feet, looking content for the first time that evening.
âso,â y/n said, breaking the comfortable silence. âwhat brings you out here?â
âgroceries,â he said, nodding toward a small bag heâd set down earlier.
âfor your family?â
âmy dorm-mate and i,â he said simply, taking a small bite of the ice cream.
âoh, i see, you're a good friend and dorm-mate then, huh?â she teased, nudging him lightly with her elbow.
he shrugged, his expression unreadable. âi can't cook without burning the kitchen down and i owe the guy for cooking everytime.â
âyou baseball types are all the same.â
âexcuse me?â
âmy grandpa used to be on a big player back in the day, and surprise surprise, he can't cook for a living either.â
âhey, it's called a skill. you can't balance two at once, can you?â
âi cook the best stews, well after my grandma. and i'm a commerce student.â
âit differs each person.â
âwhatever you say, baseball guy.â
they fell into silence again, the kind that felt less like an absence of words and more like an understanding. y/n finished her ice cream and bent down to pick up the empty dog bowl, her cardigan slipping off one shoulder in the process.
seungminâs gaze flickered to her then, lingering for a moment longer than it should have. the way her hair fell loosely around her face, the way her eyes softened as she looked at the pupâit was a kind of beauty that felt unassuming, effortless.
when she straightened and caught him staring, he looked away quickly, his ears turning slightly pink beneath his cap.
âyouâre quiet again,â she said, tilting her head. âwhatâs on your mind?â
ânothing,â he said quickly, his voice a little too sharp.
she didnât press, though she smiled knowingly. âyouâre hard to figure out, you know that?â
âgood,â he muttered, finishing the last of his ice cream.
she laughed, the sound light and musical. âwell, i think iâm getting there. slowly but surely.â
the puppy yawned, curling up at their feet, and y/n crouched down again, running a hand over its back. âyou think it has a home?â she asked softly.
âdoesnât look like it,â seungmin said, his tone quieter now.
âi wish i could take it in,â she said, her voice tinged with sadness. âbut my grandparents⌠i know theyâd be thrilled about a puppy in the house, but they're already busy to take care of it. and i have uni.â
he didnât respond immediately, his gaze fixed on the dog. âitâs lucky you found it,â he said after a moment. ânot everyone would stop.â
she looked up at him, surprised by the sincerity in his voice. âi guess i just canât help it,â she said with a small smile. âthings like this make me⌠happy, you know? helping.â
he met her gaze then, his dark eyes steady. âyeah. i can see that.â
for a moment, neither of them spoke, the world around them fading into the background. it was just the two of them, the quiet, and the warmth of something unspoken but undeniable.
âwell,â y/n said eventually, breaking the spell, âi should probably get this little guy to a shelter or something.â
âiâll come with you,â seungmin said, his voice firm.
she blinked. âare you seriously offering to hang out with me?â
âi want to help the puppy. you're just a.. plus one deal.â he said, cutting her off.
âyeah, right.â her cheeks warmed again, but she nodded, her smile soft. âokay. letâs go.â
as they walked down the quiet street, the dog trotting happily between them, y/n found herself stealing glances at seungmin. for all his gruffness and quiet ways, there was something about him that made her want to know more.
and though he didnât say much, the way his gaze softened when he looked at her made her think he felt the same.
the streetlights cast a warm glow as y/n and seungmin walked side by side, the stray dog happily trotting between them. the soft hum of the town at nightâdistant cars, the faint buzz of streetlightsâfilled the silence. it wasnât uncomfortable, though; it felt like the kind of quiet you could sink into, where words werenât necessary but still welcome.
she pulled her phone out of her pocket, glancing at the time. âi should call my grandparents. let them know iâll be a bit late.â
seungmin looked at her briefly, his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets. âyou donât have to explain to me.â
she smirked at his dry tone. âwell, i wasnât asking for permission, mr. quiet.â
he huffed softly, his version of a laugh, and she pressed the call button.
the phone barely rang before a warm, slightly teasing voice came through. ây/n, where are you? you said youâd be back by now.â
âsorry, grandpa! i got caught up with something. iâll explain when i get back.â
her grandfatherâs voice softened. âcaught up, huh? does this âsomethingâ involve a certain baseball boy?â
her face burned instantly, and she shot seungmin a quick glance. thankfully, he seemed entirely focused on the dog. âgramps!â she hissed into the phone, her voice barely above a whisper.
âwhat?â her grandfather replied, feigning innocence. âiâm just asking.â
âyou're impossible,â she muttered, her cheeks still warm. âand no, this has nothing to do with him. i justâuhâfound a puppy. a stray. iâm taking it to a shelter.â
âa stray puppy? and youâre walking around this late?â
âiâm fine, grandpa,â she reassured him quickly. âiâm not alone.â
the pause on the other end of the line was telling. then, her grandmother's voice came instead, even more excited. âso, it is the baseball boy! isnât it?â
âi'll see you later, gramma!â she said quickly, her voice rising slightly in embarrassment.
âhey! be safe. and bring the puppy if the shelter doesnât take it.â
she hung up, letting out a deep sigh and pinching the bridge of her nose.
âtrouble?â seungmin asked, his tone casual but curious.
ânot really,â she said, slipping her phone back into her pocket. âmy grandparents just⌠like to tease me.â
âabout what?â
she hesitated, biting her lip. ânothing important.â
his gaze flicked to her, one brow raised, but he didnât press further.
instead, she changed the subject. âso, are you always this grumpy, or is it just for me?â
he scoffed lightly, his lips twitching in what mightâve been the start of a smile. âiâm not grumpy.â
âyouâre totally grumpy,â she said, grinning. âbut itâs okay. i like grumpy.â
âiâm not grumpy,â he repeated, a little more defensively this time.
âsure youâre not,â she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
the puppy barked softly, as if in agreement, and she laughed. âsee? even he thinks youâre grumpy.â
seungmin sighed, shaking his head. âyou talk a lot, you know that?â
âyeah,â she said easily, glancing up at him. âbut you donât talk enough, so it balances out.â
he didnât respond, but the corners of his mouth quirked up ever so slightly.
they walked a little further before she spoke again, her voice quieter now. âdo you think anyone will adopt him?â
seungmin glanced down at the pup, whose tail wagged happily as it walked between them. âmaybe. heâs small. cute. people like that.â
she nodded thoughtfully, a small smile playing on her lips. âi hope so. he deserves a good home.â
âwhy didnât you just take him in?â he asked, his tone more curious than critical.
she shrugged, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. âi told you, i have uni and my grandparents are already a bit busy and need rest, you know.â
âwould you keep him if you had a sitter for the time you were unavailable?â
âin a heartbeat,â she said without hesitation. âbut⌠i donât know. maybe someday, when i have my own place.â
he nodded, falling silent again.
âwhat about you?â she asked after a moment. âwould you ever get a puppy?â
âmaybe,â he said, his voice thoughtful. âif i had time for one, but two of my friends already have dogs, so i guess it is enough for me.â
âyou don't seem like a dog person, but i bet you are.â she teased.
âwhy not?â
she tilted her head, pretending to think. âi donât know. youâre just⌠too serious. dogs are all about fun and chaos.â
âand you think iâm not fun?â
âi know youâre not fun,â
his smirk widened, just a fraction. âyou donât know me that well.â
âmaybe not,â she admitted, her voice softening. âbut iâd like to.â
he glanced at her then, his expression unreadable. the streetlights caught the gold in her eyes, and for a moment, he felt something strange in his chestâsomething warm and unsettling all at once.
before he could figure out what to say, the dog barked again, snapping him out of his thoughts.
âweâre almost there,â she said, pointing to the shelter just ahead.
seungmin nodded, his hands tightening slightly in his pockets.
as they reached the shelterâs entrance, she bent down to give the pup one last pat. âyouâre gonna be okay, buddy,â she murmured. âtheyâll take good care of you.â
seungmin watched her quietly, his gaze lingering on the way her fingers moved gently over the pup's fur, the way her smile softened even further.
and when she looked up at him, her eyes bright and full of hope, he couldnât help but think that maybe, just maybe, she was starting to figure him out after all.
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Lesson Learned
"How many beatings will it take for you to understand your place?", Geto stood over you as you laid on the floor crying. He grabbed you by the shirt, forcing you to your feet, "Good wives listen to their husbands", he smiled. "Now be a good girl and go clean up. Dinner will be ready soon". He let go of you and walked away. You dropped to your knees, sobbing. "I hate him", you whispered. Suguru had walked off into the kitchen, he could faintly hear you whispering but pretended not to hear it. The sound of cooking utensils hitting the counter echoed through the house.Â
Once you manage to get up, you take off your clothes and head to the shower. "I don't want to be here anymore", you cried. "He's so evil". Your mind flooded with the idea of running away, but the last time you did that. Geto ended up hurting you really bad. "I can still feel the sharp pain of the knife entering my stomach". The man was furious. "If I can't have you no one can", he laughed. You splashed water on your face as you hurried up and got out of the bath. Geto leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom, looking over you silently. "How was your shower?", his voice cut through the silence. You jumped hearing his voice. "I-I thought you were fixing dinner", you said, covering yourself with a nearby towel. He looked at you and grinned, not saying a word.
Your abuser chuckled upon seeing your reaction and pushed off the doorframe, walking towards you. He placed a hand on your chin, forcing you to look up at him, "I finished a while ago", he mused. Suguru's gaze darkened slightly as he looked at your bruised lip. He ran his thumb over it gently, then traced the outline of your chin with it. His eyes flicked up to yours, "Does it hurt?", his voice was low, almost a whisper. You remained silent as you looked at him, eyes filled with hatred. The manâs eyes narrowed as he noticed the look in your eyes. His hand slid from your chin to your neck, his grip growing tight. "Still defiant, huh?", he sneered as he began applying pressure to your windpipe, "Have you not learned your lesson?".
You grabbed his hand, digging your nails into his skin. Geto's grip on your neck became even tighter. He chuckled darkly, "So feisty", he said, slowly increasing the pressure on your neck. "You really are just asking for itâ. You struggled to speak. "I...hate...you". Geto's smirk widened as he heard your strangled voice, "Oh, I know", he said, his hand still around your neck. "But that doesn't change the fact that you're mine. And mine alone", he leaned in closer, his face mere inches from yours. "You belong to me, whether you like it or not". He pulled you to his lips, forcing you to kiss him. You whined, trying to get him to stop. All you could hear was the man chuckling through the kiss.
Geto continued to kiss you, his grip on your neck holding you firmly against him. He broke the kiss and stared down at you, his smirk still in place. "Don't fight it", he said, his voice low. "You belong to me, and I'll do whatever I wantâ. You looked at him, feeling tears form in your eyes. "I'm hungry", you said. The man rolled his eyes, deciding to leave you alone for now. Suguru let go of your neck, a scoff leaving his lips. "Fine", he said, "I'll go set the table". With that, he left to go finish prepping dinner, leaving you alone in the bathroom. You dried yourself off, looking in the wardrobe for something to wear. Most of your clothes were either dresses or skirts...clothing made easy for him to gain access. You slipped on a nightgown, feeling frustrated that you weren't allowed to wear panties.
Geto soon called out to you, "Dinner's ready!". He watched as you entered the kitchen, his eyes trailing over your body as he saw you wearing only the nightgown. A smile crept onto his face, "Have a seat", he said, gesturing to one of the chairs at the table. As you sat down, you could feel him staring. "What?". Geto continued to stare at you, his eyes roaming over your body. "Nothing", he said, his smirk returning to his face. "Just admiring my property", he teased. You sucked your teeth as you began to eat. Your captor chuckled at your reaction and began eating as well. He watched you as you ate, his eyes not leaving your body for a second. "You know, I could get you something nicer to wear. Something that really accentuates your figure", he said, his tone suggestive.
You ignored him as you focused on eating. Geto watched you for a moment longer, seemingly enjoying your lack of response. "You're being strangely quiet", he said as he continued to eat. "Usually, you would've already said something smart, or tried to resist. What's wrong? Too tired from earlier?". You looked over at him, "Fuck you". With that you got up from the table. Suguru chuckled in amusement, watching as you stormed off from the table. He calmly wiped his mouth with a napkin, then got up and followed after you. "Where do you think you're going?", he called after you, "Come back here".
Hearing the man get up, you started to run. "Leave me alone!", you shouted. You quickly went into your shared bedroom, shutting the door behind you and locking it. Geto heard the door slam shut and the sound of the lock clicking into place. He sighed, then approached the door and lightly banged on it. "Open the door", he said, his voice calm. "Now". You sat on the bed, bawling your eyes out. "No, just leave me alone. I hate it here. I just want to go home". Geto heard the sound of you crying on the other side of the door. He let out an annoyed exhale, but his voice remained unnervingly calm. ""You're not going anywhere, and I'm not leaving you alone. Open the door, or I'll break it down", he said, his tone growing more impatient.
"Do what you want...I honestly don't care anymore. Just kill me at this point", you said. Geto paused for a moment at your words, his hand still resting on the door. "You really shouldn't say something like that", he said, his tone serious. "I might just take you up on it", he chuckled slightly, then fell silent, before speaking up again. "Just open the door. We need to talkâ. You wiped away a tear, "Then do it! At least I'll be free and away from you". Suguru sighed and leaned his forehead against the door. After a moment, he spoke again, this time his tone lacked the usual condescending edge. "You don't mean that", he said, his voice much softer than before. "You're just upset. You don't really want to dieâ.Â
Your voice cracked, "But I do. I don't want to be here anymore. All you do is hurt me and you have a fucked up way of how love should be. I should've never helped you out that night, maybe then I'd still have my freedom". Geto's grip on the doorknob tightened as he listened to your words, his expression becoming unreadable. "You should be grateful", he said after a moment. "You wouldn't have survived out there on the streets. I saved you from that life. I gave you a home, food, clothes. I treat you well, better than any other man ever could". His words made you even more upset. "I was fine without you. I had a job, a pet and people that care about me".Â
Your abuser scowled at that. "You call that a life?", he said, his voice growing sharp again. "Working some dead end job, living in some cramped little apartment? You were alone, defenseless, vulnerable. It's a miracle you weren't snatched by some other man soonerâ. You laughed, "I wish some other man did take me. He probably would've treated me much better". Geto's eyes darkened at your words. "Is that what you want?", he said, his voice dangerously low. "To be with another man? To be touched by someone else? Is that where this is going?". He slammed a fist against the door, the sound echoing through the room. "I'd rather have that than be stuck here with you", you said.
Geto's nostrils flared as he listened to your words, his jaw clenching in anger. "I've given you everything. I put a roof over your head, food in your stomach, clothes on your back, and this is how you repay me?", he said, his voice rising in volume. "You want to be with some other man instead of me? You'd rather be touched by someone else? Is that it?". He then thought of an idea, âFineâŚif thatâs what you wantâŚthen itâs what youâll getâ. The man stormed off, leaving you alone for now. You were confused by what he meant, but you brushed it off. âAbout time he left me aloneâ. You laid down, deciding to get some sleep. âI hope I die in my sleepâ.
â¤~Later That Night~â¤
âSheâs prettyâ, a male voice said. âToo pretty to be defiantâ. As the two men were chatting, you suddenly woke up. Opening your eyes, you saw a man youâve never seen before. He stood at the foot of the bed, smiling at you. âRise and shine princessâ, he grinned. You glanced over at your captor, who was sitting down on a chair across the room. âWho is this?â, you asked him. Geto smirked, âA long time friend and someone whoâs here to teach you a lesson. Iâve been telling him all about your behaviorâŚand heâs not too happy about itâ. You looked over at the white-haired male as he began to undress. âW-what are you doing?â. Satoru gestured for you to come. âCome hereâ, he demanded. You were shocked by how Geto just sat there and watched.Â
âDo something!â, you said to him. The man remained silent and just smiled. He turned to Gojo and reminded him. âDonât go easy on herâ. The two men laughed as you were about to cry. Satoru ordered you again to come, but you didnât want to. Your heart was beating out of your chest with fear. âPlease donât do this. Iâll listen from now onâ, you begged. But, they didnât believe you. âGet. Over. Here. Nowâ, Gojo punctuated. You slowly scooted towards where he was. Your body was shaking and it was evident to them both. Once you were in arms reach, he grabbed you by the hair, forcing you to look up. âUnlike himâŚI donât have the patience for disrespectâ. He slapped you hard, leaving a red mark on your cheek. âNow be a good whore and suck my dickâ.Â
Satoru guided your head towards his cock. Your lips came in contact with his tip. Looking up at him, he had a grin plastered on his face. âGo aheadâŚit wonât biteâ. The moment you parted your lips, he shoved it down your throat, ruthlessly fucking your mouth. You gagged as you struggled to breathe. You were on the verge of puking, but managed to keep it down. Tears flowed down your face, and drool ran down your chin. âHer throat is so tightâ, Gojo moaned. Geto watched as his best friend used you. âGo harderâ, he said. You whined loudly upon hearing that. It was already hard enough to take him, but Satoru didnât care. He held your head with both hands and thrusted harder and deeper.Â
Your nose almost broke with how hard it kept slamming into his pelvis. You began to scratch at his thighs as you nonverbally begged him to stop. âFuck! Iâm closeâ. Your eyes soon rolled to the back of your head. With a few more thrusts, the man blew his load down your throat. âSwallow itâ, he said. You did as told, feeling the warm thick liquid run down. âAre you done?â, you asked, voice shaking. Satoru looked back at Suguru, who shook his head. âIâm just getting startedâ, Gojo said. He pushed you onto your back as he forced your legs open. âNo panties? Itâs as if you knew I was comingâ. Geto chuckled. âSheâs not allowed to wear anyâ. Satoru licked his lips as he rubbed his cock over your dry cunt. âAfter all that action and youâre not even wet?â. He spat on your pussy, lubing it up.Â
Once he felt your hole was ready, he penetrated your tight cunt. It hurt like hell. Your pussy still wasnât wet, making the friction hurt. On top of that, his cock was bigger than Getoâs. It stretched you more open than what you were used to. You gasped as he kept fucking you. The more noise you made the harder he went. âDamn sheâs tightâ, Gojo groaned. At this point you were begging Geto to make him stop. âPlease get him off meâ, you cried. But no matter how loud your begging got, he didnât care. âYou wanted this remember?â, he said. The man got up and sat beside you. He looked down at your pathetic face as you continued to cry. âNone of this wouldâve happened if youâd just listen and be a good wife to meâ.Â
You tried to focus on what he was saying, but the aggressiveness of Satoruâs hips slamming into you made it difficult. âIâmâŚs-sorryâ, you whined. He wiped away your tears and leaned in to kiss your forehead. âIf youâre gonna cum, do it in her ass. I donât need her carrying your babyâ, he told Gojo. The man flipped you over, shoving his soaked cock into your ass. You painfully gasp as this was the first time youâve experienced anal. âGetoâŚpleaseâ, you whimpered. He grabbed your hair, shoving your head into the mattress to muffle out your cries. âFuck her harderâ, he said. Satoru grunted, pounding you more roughly. He was enjoying the whole ordeal. âI see why you picked herâ, he groaned. The man was close to finishing. He went deeper, making his balls slap against your cunt. âOh fuckâ, Gojoâs cum filled your insides. âIf she acts up again, donât hesitate to give me a callâ.Â
The man pulled out, leaving your gaping hole a mess. Geto let go of your hair and glared at you. The look in your eyes was soulless. âIâm sorryâ, you apologized. âIâm sorryâ. You kept repeating yourself like a broken record. The two men stared at you, one feeling satisfied and the other feeling bad. âDid I go too far?â Geto asked. Satoru placed a hand on his shoulder, âDonât worry. From now on sheâll be the best wife you could ask forâ. The two chatted some more as you laid on the bed, staring off into the distance. You were sore from the abuse. âIâm sorryâ.Â
â¤~Weeks Later~â¤
After that night, your behavior changed. Geto finally got his wish. You no longer disrespected him, making sure to not get on his bad side. âGo take a shower, dinner will be ready soonâ, the man said. You gave him a kiss on the cheek, âYes, honeyâ. You headed into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. Putting your ear to the door. You listened carefully for his footsteps to fade. âOkâŚheâs goneâ. You searched underneath the bathroom sink for something youâve been hiding. âThere it isâ. Taking out a knife, you held it up to your neck, taking a deep breath. âFuck itâ. Slitting your throat, you fell on the floor, bleeding out to your death. You smiled as tears ran down your face. âI'll finally be freeâ.
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I hope I'm not annoying you
Had another thought how would some autobots/decepticons react to their human darling just casually popping/cracking their joints
I can only imagine they're like
Darling: cracks joints
Auto/decept: concerned look
Darling: this is normal just some air bubbles stuck in my joints
Auto/decept: surprised pikachu face/ excuse me WHAT!?
Annoying me???? r u kidding AM LIVING for these ask u send op pls I LOVE THEM SO MUCH
Also LMAO YES they would be so freaked out about it cuz like for them hearing noises in their joints when they move means they either got rust which i feel like its an uncomfy pain for them or that they need oil like when ur door creeks
I remember i had a friend that would twist their headtoo high up to make it pop and legit i looked at them like this the first time they did it infront of me
that's them. that's ur cybertronian s/o being traumatized by our weird human quriks
TFO B 127: He would go from fear to amazement.
Like he was just chatting ur ear off like he always does, telling stuff that happen today in his missions or something that was like centuries ago (i headcanon he sometimes repeats stuff he's already told you cuz he kinda forgets sometimes but u dont tell him that most of the times cuz he just looks so happy đđđđ)
And you listened to everything he said, some of the stuff was hard to understand cuz u know...alien stuff BUT ANYWAY- ur back was starting to scream at you cuz u been sitting for a while now, twisting yourself to stretch, your bones letting a pleasingly loud POP!
I can imagen him letting a squeal and backing away like he just saw a rat or something đ
and it got u asking whats up and he just points at u and ask what was that noise and u just basically tell him that human joints have air pockets and when moved or stretched they just pop, "its just a human thing, nothing unusual to us" you say shrugging to him as he slowly closes his distance to you "but doesn't like....hurt?? it sounds like it does...wait you're not in pain right now are you?!" he starts to ask in worry already thinking into carrying you to ratchet, quickly you shut his worries telling him again its just a human thing and it doesn't bring any sort of discomfort as it for us it rather helps us when we feel ache in our bodies
and feel like this would go on him asking more questions about how our bodies work, if u dont got any medical knowledge then you might just pull ur phone to answer him cuz i feel like he would ask the wildest shi fr đ
all and all he becomes more and more fascinated by humanity the more he learns from you, specially if its from you.
#cherry answer#wingdings41103#tfo fic#transformers x reader#bumblebee x reader#b 127 x reader#transformers one x reader#reader insert#fic?#b 127 fic#ur honor we need more of this silly yapper#transformers fic
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Late Night - logan howlet
author: kim ryoko
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summary: logan was supposed to go to a mission that would only last 3 days. unfortunately, it took longer then expected. your birthday went by quicly and you were already sleeping when logan returned. you both really missed each other and you let a kiss turn into something bigger...
word count: 3k
warnings: figeting, smut, filthy, reader has no appetite, slight possibility of death (doesn't happend), teasing, sub reader, little fluff at the end
author's note: english isn't my first language so I'm sorry for ay grammar mistakes, feel free to correct me. I'm so sorry it took me this long to publish something. I've been really busy lately. my birthday was on december 13th (the same as taylor swiftđ¤), so I wrote this as a sort of birthday present.
It's been days since you last saw Logan. He was out on a mission with Scott and Jean, and they left exactly 7.5 days ago when it was supposed to only last 3 days. You missed Logan very much, and tomorrow was your birthday so you were rooting for Logan and the rest of the team to arrive the night before or in the morning of the day.
It was already 11pm the day before your birthday and you were still waiting for your friends and lover to arrive while sitting in a bench on the jet garage and you then heard the big and thick metal doors sliding to open and the sound of wheels caught your attention.
âYou're still here? It's getting late. You should head to bed and get a good night's sleep. Big day tomorrow.â Charles said.
âI'm just waiting for them to arrive.â you spoke with a tone filled with exhaustion, worry, hope and love, all at the same time.
âUnfortunately, I don't think they'll come back today.â
âWhat makes you say that, professor?â
âIf they were to return, Jean would've reached to me and reported everything that happened while they were out on the mission, but she hasn't yet.â Charles argued and got a bit closer to you, now sitting next to you and putting an understanding hand on your back.
âI really wanted to spend tomorrow with them.â you said in a sad voice.
âI know. But the only thing you can do right now is go to sleep and get energized for when they do come back.â he stated in his always calm tone.
âYou're right. Thank you, professor.â and before you got up to leave the room, you gave a loose hug to the older man that has supported you through so many things.
It was now the next day, 6:30 a.m. and your alarm went on with his job of waking you up. His loud rings easily made their way to your ears and woke you up with a symphony that reminded you a lot of screaming babies. To end your suffering, you quickly moved your hand to turn off the alarm.
You sat up and stared at the place where your feet were hidden under the blanket. You then looked to your side and saw the cold, empty bed you wished was filled by Logan.
You sighed and got up to prepare yourself a bath to give you enough fuel to go through the day.
After you got out of the shower and put on some clothes, you packed everything you needed for the day and when you were packing the notebook where you plan your classes, you saw something written on the page the notebook was opened, and it looked like Loganâs lettering.
â Hey. So, I'm pretty sure this mission ain't gonna take 3 days like those dip heads are saying, so I'm writing a note for your birthday, so you can at least hear from me that day.I know that the day you're reading this is your birthday day, because I can see the date of the classes you planned in here. First of all, happy birthday, and I want you to know that I love you. A lot. And you're honestly the best thing thatâs ever happened to me. I also want you to know that if I'm not there for your birthday, I'm dying of how much I miss you. I really hope you have a great day and that I get to see you or at least talk to you today. Love ya.
-Lo â
Wow. Even when he's away, he somehow manages to make your day better.
You read the note and felt your heart swell with love for that man.
You finished packing everything and stepped outside the room and only a few steps later you were attacked by someone who came running towards you from your back and back-hugged you.
âHappy Birthday!â you heard the person whom you then knew was Ororo from her voice.
You turned to your friend and she immediately hugged you properly. Your smile grew wider from all the care your friend was giving you.
âThank you, Ororo.â
âI got you a present! But Iâm only going to give it to you at the end of the day.â the white haired woman said while breaking the hug and holding both your hands to continue touching you somehow.
âThen why would you tell me now?! Youâre going to make me anxious all day!â you said in a pout tone but with a smile on your lips as you squeezed your friendâs hands harder.
âI know you have classes to teach, and so have I so Iâm not going to take your precious time.â she grinned and kissed my cheek âHave a great day and happy birthday again!â She continued and started walking towards the direction she came from whilst waving a small âgood-byeâ to which you responded with the same gesture and a kind and grateful smile.
You quickly arrived at your class and from that moment forward, that day was filled with people saying âHappy Birthdayâ to you and many âHappy birthdayâ songs.
At the end of all your classes, you decided to head back to the jet garage to wait for the team, since they havenât arrived yet. While you were sitting on the same bench as the day before, you heard the same sound as youâve heard the day before - heavy metal doors sliding open and metal wheels going your direction.
âWhat a DĂŠjĂ vu, huh?â you said playfully to Charles, who chuckled softly at your statement.
âI would also say so myself. I presume you're here doing the same thing as you were yesterday?â
âYeah.â you said looking down. The truth was that your day had been amazing, but it still felt a bit empty without Logan.
âHave you had dinner yet? Itâs almost 8 p.m. .â
âNo, I came here right after my classes finished. Iâm just so worried. They shouldâve been back by now. What if something bad happened? What if theyâŚ?â
âIâm sure it hasnât. Have a little more faith in them. Go eat something and then Iâll let you come back here, but you have to promise me youâll go to sleep at least by 11 p.m.â
âFine.â you responded with a tone of defeat and got up to walk to the kitchen.
You tried your best to eat a normal sized meal, but you were too worried to eat anything. You stared at your plate with a small amount of mach-and-cheese and stirred it for about 30 minutes. It took you a long time to eat all of your food, but eventually you finished and cleaned the mess you made.
You left the kitchen and saw the rest of the mansion in complete darkness. You know your way around, and your heart was telling you to go back downstairs and wait for Logan a little longer but you also knew that whether you wanted to or not, you'd make noise that would probably wake someone up and that would make you feel bad. You glance back at the clock on the kitchen wall and see itâs almost 10 p.m. and consider going straight to bed and not risking waking up any student that might make your day 10 times worse tomorrow. You end up going to your room, since youâre also pretty tired from your day.
Once you closed your bedroom door, you started doing your night routine and only a few moments after you lay on your bed, you fell asleep.
You later woke up to what sounded like a door opening and closing. And then another door opened and closed.
You looked around the room and found nothing wrong. It must've been in your dream, so you went back to sleep.
You woke up again, but this time with an arm wrapping around your waist and you supported your weight on your elbow and turned slightly just to see Loganâs exhausted face looking at you with apologizing eyes from his pillow.
âLogan!â you said happily and hugged the man tightly while burying your face in his neck.
âHey, sweetheart. Happy birthday.â
âThank you!â you said and pulled a bit back to look at Loganâs face.
You leaned forward to lightly press your lips against his. That soft kiss was deepened when his hand grabbed the the back of your neck and pulled you to him. He was quick to change you positions so that he was on top. One of Loganâs hands supported his weight on the mattress near your face while the other one roamed free through your body squeezing your skin. You felt Loganâs tongue against your lips and didn't hesitate to let it in.
âYou have no idea how much I missed ya.â Logan said in between kisses with a rough and starved tone that made you moan against his mouth.
In response to your sound, you felt his hips pressuring against yours while his free hand wrapped your legs around his waist. You could feel how hard he was beneath his pants and you never wanted something so bad like you did in that moment.
Loganâs mouth didn't restrain only your mouth. It also traveled to your neck and collarbones and you then smelled the scent of his shampoo. That's why you heard 2 doors opening and closing. One of them was your bedroom door and the other one was the bathroom's. It made sense now.
All that sense was rapidly taken away from you when you felt his bulge starting to move against your clothed pussy.
âAhh⌠LoganâŚâ you moaned âPleaseâŚâ you finished.
âWhat, darlinâ? Tell me. Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you, birthday girl.â
âI⌠I want youâŚâ
âWhere?â he asked âHere?â he said, faking innocence while rubbing stripes on top of your shorts.
âY-yesâŚâ you said with flushed cheeks.
âWell then. Imma have to take this off.â He said and sat up on his knees to smoothly rip your shorts out of you to find out you weren't wearing any underwear.
âOh fuck, princess. You'll be the death of me. I've been gone for over a week and come back to you all wet like this? Do you know how hard it is to control myself when all I could smell was this neddy pussy since you saw me?â he asked. His face gets closer with each word. Almost close enough to kiss you.
âThen don't.â you said breathless and softly. You then leaned a bit forward to lick his lips and made them open just a small bit.
You saw the way his eyes darkened in pure lust and you felt it in the way he kissed you - with so much passion and need.
Logan only broke the kiss to sit back up on his knees to rip your shirt off, letting your chest free.
âWhyâd you rip all my clothes off?â you asked with your breath taken from the way he took your nipples in his mouth which made you back ark for more.
âMy present.â he stated in a low tone.
âBut itâs my birthdayâŚâ you answered with your eyes closed and a moan escaping your lips when you were done talking.
âYour birthday, my present.â
Logan continued to play with you for a few minutes when you felt a knot on your stomach.
âLo, Iâm closeâŚâ
With that, Logan stopped paying attention to your breasts and took his hand to your core, rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb and slowly inserting his index and middle finger on your clenching hole.
You almost screamed out of pleasure when you felt Loganâs fingers moving inside you and scissoring you open to prepare you. You soon came undone under the felling of the friction of his long, thick and calloused hands inside your pussy.
Logan pulled back his body, taking his fingers out of your hole and putting them in his mouth for a brief second, sucking them.
âThe sweetest fuckinâ thing Iâve ever tasted.â he uttered.
He then proceeded to put those same fingers inside your mouth, this time.
âSuck.â he demanded, and when you did as he ordered, he continued âAtta girl.â
With his free hand, he pulled down his pants and his cock immediately sprung free, slapping against his abs, with veins popping out and precum leaking from the tip. Logan then slowly stroked his length to lubricate it while you watched with saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth and your core getting wetter with every passing second, even though you just cummed.
Logan grabbed his cock by the base and aligned it with your hole, pushing bit by bit, inch by inch, until you were a moan and whimper mess. Once he bottomed you out, you moaned into his digits.
âSuch a pretty little fuckinâ slutâ he said as his gaze stared intensely to where your bodies met, watching you clench around him in an oh so delicious way.
Logan pulled back his hips to immediately rock them back into yours, making the thrilling sound of his skin slapping against yours fill your ears and your brain. Loganâs pace started slow - always careful not to hurt you - but you could tell it was different then usual. He was rougher than normal, eating you out with more urgency.
âYou have no idea how good it feels to be inside this pussy again.â he groaned at the end of the sentence.
Loganâs pace sped up as he started to seek for the pleasure of his high that he had felt coming since he began fucking you. Logan knew that after so many days of only cumming with his hand while thinking of in his tend don't even compare to the feel of being inside you and that once he felt it again, he wouldnât be able to hold on for long.
Logan took a moment to stop thinking about anything and look at you. Really look at you. The way your hair was messy because of the pillow, the way your forehead was sweating more than usual from thee over-stimulation, the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head every time he pounded inside you, the way your cheeks where flustered and got more red every time he praised you, the way your beautiful lips where glossy and red from all the sucking and that pretty string of saliva dripping in your cheek, the way your neck was marked from his hard work, the way your tits bounced up and down rhythmically with the times he fucked himself into you and the hickeys and red spots here and there, the way your clit was swollen and over-sensitive, the way your pussy wrapped around his cock so perfectly and clenched around him making him feel like he was in heaven, the way your sweet noises filled the room and you the way you called his name like it was a prayer. Fuck⌠Logan couldnât take it anymore.
He grabbed your legs and put them on his shoulders, giving him better access to your g-spot and bending even further to kiss you. The kiss was rugged but held all the feelings he felt when he was alone in his cold sleeping bag in the inside of his tent while listening to Scott and Jean doing what he would kill to be doing with you.
âLo⌠I-Iâm coming againâŚâ
âThatâs it. Come for me princess.â
And, you did as you were told.
As soon as he felt you coming apart on his cock, he couldnât resist it anymore and filled you up.
âGood girl. Always doing as youâre told.â he said in a teasing and low voice in which you only responded with another moan.
Logan helped you ride both your highs and you both soon came completely. He then let himself fall to your side, burying his head into the crook of your neck.
âThank you for the present.â you said with a smile on your face as you lifted up your hand to play with his hair.
Logan chuckled and asked âYou think this is your present? I told you it was mine. My fucking present for putting up with Scott and Jean for so long without leaving them there and coming back here to your arms.â
You laughed.
âI wouldnât have minded that.â
âNoted. Iâll be sure to do it next time.â he joked and you felt his smile against your neck and you laughed again.
âWhereâs my present, then?â
âSuch an impatient girl.â he said as he pushed himself up, kissed you and grabbed a small box from his nightstand, all without coming out of you.
âHere you go, birthday girl.â He said and kissed your forehead.
You looked at the box and kissed Logan as a thank you. You opened the box and saw dog tags with your info on it and a picture of you and Logan.
âWell this, this is actually for me.â he said as he took your dog tags and with his other hand, he took his own off his neck and gave it to you.
âThis is the one thatâs actually for you. You know, I really missed you when I was out on the mission, and I know you miss me too when Iâm gone so I thought this was a good way for me to always have a piece of you and you always have a piece of me. I also know how much you like that picture, so-â You interrupted him by kissing him.
âThank you. I love it!â you said and he looked at you like you were an angel. His angel. âI love you, Logan.â
âLove you too, sweetheart.â
You cupped Loganâs cheeks and kissed him.
Both of you cuddled for the rest of the night and were finally able to fall asleep next to each other after so many nights apart. You were able to be next to each other, to feel the other's warmth.
That was the best nightâs sleep both of you have had last week.
Hope you liked it!
xoxo, kim ryoko
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... And Fall In Love Whenever You Can.
A/N: This fic genuinely had me tearing up as I wrote it. Therefore, it shall hold a sweet place in my heart. As a kid, I used to say, "If something makes you feel, then it is good." I still believe that today. If it makes you happy, sad, flustered, ANYTHING! To feel something while reading is such a beautiful reaction to media. I often cry at movies, I cry when I read romance novels, I cry when I read poetry, and I laugh when I do, too. I hope you enjoy it, and I hope you feel something, Em <3 (I also apologize for vanishing; I got sick, and it made me feel brain fog)
Link to the Ao3: ... And Fall In Love Whenever You Can Link to the: Yee olde masterlist Tags: Grief support group, mention of death(s), loss of romantic partners, struggling with mental health, tears, the rise and fall that is nonlinear healing, fear of forgetting a loved one, falling in love after tragedy, Spencer sounds like he had therapy, Maeve mentioned, guns mentioned, she/her pronouns for reader used at like one point, Reader's POV for the most part, Reader is in extreme denial and feels guilty, a secret other thing??, lightly proofread tehe!
Genre: Light Angst, Some? Hurt/Comfort, Fluff! Pairing: Season10! Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Plot: Meeting Spencer at a grief support meeting might be the best and the worst thing to ever happen to you- but it's all relative in the eyes of love.
Word Count: 9,791
You were pacing a dimly lit parking lot outside of the funeral home. It had been eleven months, two weeks, and three days since Alexanderâs death. The grief meetings occurred every third Wednesday, and everyone was lovely enough. You just couldnât find it in yourself to go inside this particular Wednesday. Because it was on this date, two years ago, Alexander had gotten on one knee at the aquarium and asked you to marry him. It was two years ago that you had said yes, not knowing that a little over a year from then, heâd be dead.Â
Your feet kept making strides to the double door entryway, only to slow to a stop when your hands reached the doorâs push handle. Then, youâd shake your head and turn around to circle the parking lot once more. With your luck, the meeting would be over before you even got the courage to go inside.Â
A groan escapes your throat as you firmly put your hands on your hips, tilting your head to the Summer sky. âIâm sorry,â Your voice is raw, barely a whisper as you struggle to keep yourself from crying. You knew everyone said not to keep it in, to express your grief freely. It minimized stress. At least, thatâs what the grief counselors say.Â
The worst part was no longer knowing who you were apologizing toâ yourself or Alexander.Â
You were walking around one of the parking lotâs street lamps when you saw someone standing at the doors, frozen in place. It was like watching a mirror of yourselfârigid shoulders, twitching hands, shaking head.Â
You approach the man slowly, your image warped in the reflection of the glass doors. He turns to face you before you can speak, and he looks like you did eleven months ago. His eyes have dark circles around them, tinted with a red water-line and dull cheeks. That doesnât stop you from gracing him with a gentle smile, âAre you going inside?âÂ
His eyes meet yours for a second, looking away to glance back at the doors. âIâm not sure.â His voice is quiet, scared. He sounds like he is still on the fence. You nod, drawing your lips into a tiny line as you drop your hands to your sides. âAre you?â He asks, stepping out of the way for you.Â
You feel your mouth open to say you are going inside, but the words never come. Instead, you shake your head side-to-side timidly. âIâm not sure either,â You laugh out feebly. He nods, a dull smile gracing his delicate features for a millisecond before looking off with a forlorn expression.Â
âI was thinking about walking around the parking lot again⌠to try to gain the confidence to go inside. Youâre,â you pause, wondering if it's a good idea to offer the man an invitation, âYouâre welcome to join me if youâd like.âÂ
The man looks at you again, his eyes widening for a second. Youâre sure heâs about to decline, return to his car, and drive away, but he nods. You feel yourself smiling. Itâs a little subdued, but itâs real. You mouth a silent âokayâ as you move your hands to your pant pockets, stepping away from the doors with this mourning stranger. You figured you didnât have to talk if he didnât want to, so everything was quiet as the two of you slowly walked around the large parking lot.Â
Eventually, your quiet stranger speaks, âThank you,âÂ
You shrug a little, sniffling, âItâs daunting, especially the first meeting.âÂ
He frowns a little, watching your eyes flit over to him and then back to the night sky. âThat obvious?âÂ
âOnly a little, but thatâs not a bad thing.â Your voice is gentle as your feet slow to a stop, a light smile appearing on your face as you stare into the night. Spencer tilts his head to look at the stars, silently hoping that what makes you smile will make him smile, too. âDo you see her yet?â You ask, voice like honey.Â
He feels like crying as he says, âNo,â He doesnât even know who youâre looking at.Â
Your right hand is coming out of your coat pocket as you point to Cassiopeia slowly, tracing the stars with your index finger. âCassiopeia, sheâs a little low right now, but in a few months, sheâll get higher. You see her?â
And Spencer does. He feels his body relax, just for a moment. âI do.â He feels himself smiling a little at the sky, and the feeling feels almost foreign. His gaze falls back to you as you stuff your right-hand pack into your pocket, âIâmâ I didnât introduce myself earlier. Iâm Spencer.âÂ
âThatâs alright; I didnât introduce myself either,â you sigh before you tell him your name. He nods at your response and follows you once your feet start moving again.Â
âHave youââ He motions to the funeral home in the distance, âever been inside?âÂ
âOh, yeah. Iâm a funeral home grief support group regular.â You joke lightly, though the soft chuckle you let out sounds like a sad one.Â
He nods, nervously adjusting the beige cardigan on his chest. âIs everyoneâI meanââ He draws his lips closed as he tries to gather his thoughts. âDo you like it?âÂ
Your feet slow for a second as you think about it. Sure, everyone was friendly, and the support was more helpful than harmful. But did you like it? You give him a little nod when you answer, âYeah, itâs been nice. Less,â You tilt your head slowly like youâre choosing your words carefully. âLess Lonely.âÂ
Spencer lets out a relieved-sounding sigh as he mutters a gentle âRight.âÂ
âI just,â You swallow carefully, âIâm having a hard time going in today. My fiancĂŠ proposed two years ago today. I justâ I mean everyone inside knows, I just,â You trail off for a second, sniffling lightly as a cool breeze brushes against your watering eyes. âIt doesnât matter.âÂ
Spencer didnât know what to say to that. With Maeve, he had barely met her in person before she was murdered in front of himâ the future pulled out from under him. Nowadays, he spends his time rereading books, remembering conversations on the phone, and mourning her silently in his apartment. Sometimes, he didnât know which would be worse: losing her when he did or ten years down the line. Nonetheless, there is no Maeve to help him answer that question.Â
He struggles to find the words for a second before he nods, slow and unsure of himself, âIt matters.âÂ
You grin at how scared he sounds, the sound of a man holding on to the memory of a face that keeps fading away in his mind. âI know,â you can feel the ghost of the engagement ring on your left hand, a ring that now lies in a coffin.Â
As the two of you get close to the building once more, you ask, âAre you going to go in?âÂ
Spencer swallows hard, the knot in his throat making it difficult for him to breathe. âMaybe next meeting,âÂ
You nod, âMe too.â You stare at your car in the distance before you feel yourself standing in the parking lot with Spencerâ unmoving. âI know itâs not a lot, and I know that I canât help that much, but,â You pull your phone out of your pocket, opening the keypad cautiously before holding it out to him. âIf you ever want to talk about it, or anything really, Iâd be happy to talk with you.âÂ
Normally, Spencer would decline such a kind gesture. He would thank you, drive home, and find solace in something familiar. His fingers twitch lightly as he reaches out for your phone, staring down at the keypad for a second before he puts in his number. He doesnât know why he wants to talk with you. He thinks itâs because talking with a stranger about Maeve seemed less daunting than talking about it with his coworkersâ his friends. You barely know him, and that makes your offer seem safe. No preconceived notions, pity, or gentle promises of being there for him, just a stranger talking to another stranger.Â
Two weeks go by like usualâ no text from your stranger named Spencer, coffee for one at the cafĂŠ that was Alexanderâs favorite, taking his mom to dinner on Thursdays, and so on. Sometimes, the days blur into a muddled painting filled with muted tones, and you try your hardest to remember when everything had a vibrant hue.
Most days are easy, easier than most, at least. Itâs not that you forget about him. You remember him when you see a couple holding hands or golden retrievers going for walks, you think about him with everything you see, and it feels good to remember him. Youâre happy to have known him so well, loved him so deeply. But all the love inside you has nowhere to go, so you go to his grave on Saturdays, hoping you can pour all the love in your heart onto a tombstone with his name on it. It never works, of course, but it helps.Â
You're running late this particular Saturday morning. You have two coffees in handâone of which always goes untouchedâand youâre stuck on the metro. Thatâs when you see him again, your stranger sitting in the fluorescents of the railcar.Â
Pushing through a small crowd, you approach him, slowly taking the empty seat next to him. Spencer doesnât look up at first, his eyes glued to the book in his hands. That is until youâre leaning over to him to say a small âHello,âÂ
He jumps at the sound, head snapping to look at you with wide eyes. He doesnât know why heâs so surprised you remember him, but he is. âHello,âÂ
Your eyes meet his, âDo you remember me? I-Iâm sorry I shouldnât have invadedââ
âNo! I mean, yes, I remember you. Youâre not invading my space. Youâre fine.âÂ
You let out a relieved sigh, looking away from him for a second to look down at the cups in your hands. His eyes follow your gaze, and he offers you a shy smile, âAre you meeting someone?â Small talk was never his strong suit.Â
You look at him, eyes lingering on his polite smile. âOh,â you laugh like it's funny. âNo, it's just me.â Spencer gives you a confused look, and you quickly answer his silent question. âI visit Alexâs grave. He loved black coffee. It was the most unsettling thing about him.âÂ
Spencer doesnât know how youâre smiling so wide as you say it. How could you talk about someone you lost and smile so wide talking about them? Would he smile like that one day? Would he even have things to smile about, or would what-ifs haunt him until the day he dies?
You find that you hate the silence that follows, the lack of sound creeping over your skin, making you itch to say something more. âIâve always liked cemeteries too, so bonus, I guess.âÂ
That gets you a sharp laugh, âYouâve always liked cemeteries?â Spencerâs eyes seem slightly brighter now, less red than two weeks ago, and theyâre laser-focused on you.Â
You happily nod, âAlways thought they were beautiful. Itâs a creation of love, a way for your love for someone to live on.â
âNot sure everyone thinks about them that way,âÂ
âWell, I guess they wouldnât, and thatâs alright with me.â You hum softly as the intercom announces in a static-filled voice that the railcar will be moving soon. âItâs quieter that way.â
Spencer glances towards the intercom for a second before turning back to you, âI suppose youâre rightâ about the quiet thing, not sure I agree with always liking them.â And heâs smiling at you, a real smile.Â
You feel yourself smiling back, wide as ever, âWhatâs your opinion on cemeteries then?âÂ
âIâd like to say I donât have an opinion on them, but if I had to form one, I would say theyâreâŚâ He trails off for a second, thinking about it more now. He laughs for a second, âWell, I suppose I find them rather serene.âÂ
Your eyebrows raise for a second as you study him. How he seems to be relaxing in the conversation, and you canât help but consider extending him an invitation to your weekly visit with Alexander. The longer you stare at him, the more you think the worst he can say is no, so you ask. âWould you like to join me?âÂ
Spencer reels back slightly at the invitation; it feels intimate, yet he doesnât want to say no. He wants to see what you see, to understand your mind, âIââ He looks away for a second, staring at the still-opened book in his lap. âIf youâll have me.âÂ
Once you are on the street, you hum lightly while walking beside him. Spencer doesnât seem to mind very much, his fingers fiddling with the edges of his book that now resides closed in his hand at his side. Heâs nervous for some reason. He doesnât understand why you invited him, nor why he said yes. He thinks maybe he should announce that he has other plans, turn on his heel, and book it in the other direction.Â
But when the two of you tread closer to the cemetery gates, you start talking again. âI hope you donât find it strange that I invited you. Itâs been a little under a yearâ well, a year next weekâ and I know it might seem weird, but Iâd like to think heâs happy about me having a new friend.âÂ
He knows it is a coping mechanism, and he knows Alexander cannot feel anything anymore. Spencerâs a man of science, but hearing you say that makes him feel at ease. His shoulders unwind slowly, âHe sounded like a nice person,âÂ
You let out a playful hum, âSometimes. If he didnât like you, he made it pretty obvious.â You pause for a second, glancing over at Spencer. âHe was tall, kind of like you, and nerdy. But he was so funny; no one knew how funny he could be. They never listened hard enough, you know? I hated that people would talk over him in a crowd. To me, he was the only person worth listening to.âÂ
Spencer finds him smiling at that, following you as you take a left. He sees that you're smiling, too, and when the two of you get to his grave, youâre still smiling. You let out a happy sigh as you talk, introducing Spencer as âYour new friend.â
For a while, you tell him storiesâmemories from when Alexander was still aliveâand he finds he doesnât mind listening to them. He sees them as a great distraction from his lack of happy stories with Maeve. Youâre laughing a little as you tell him of the time that Alexanderâs mother wouldnât stop sending him a massive, bulk-sized trail mix every time she sent him a care package in college. He had so many bags that they lived under his bed for the better part of four years.Â
âDid he even like trail mix?âÂ
âHonestly? Yes, but he only liked the chocolate and peanuts. It would just be massive bags with an abundance of raisins inside.â You shake your head a little as you stand next to Spencer.Â
Spencer lets out a slightly amused hum. His mind keeps going over how good you are with everything. You talk about Alexander openly. You donât hold your feelings back. You smile so wide, even when you look at his headstone. He wants to know your secretâ some secret to grief that he has yet to uncover.
His mouth opens briefly, closing quickly as he shifts his weight awkwardly beside you. He sucks in a nervous breath as he tries to muster up the courage to speak. âHow doââ He sighs heavily, âI mean, Iâm sure you struggleââ He licks his lips nervously, your eyes meeting his slowly. âWhen does it stop hurting?âÂ
Youâre silent for a second, your soft smile fading as you stare at him. Heâs scared that maybe thatâs the wrong question to ask as he watches you turn your head to look down at Alexanderâs grave. He is about to apologize when you whisper, âIt feels different now.âÂ
Spencerâs mouth snaps shut as he waits for more, his eyes scanning your side profile slowly for some sort of sign that youâre uncomfortable. âLast year, it just felt likeââ A pause, your free hand rising to your chest slowly. âIt felt like someone had plunged a dull knife into my chest and left me for dead.âÂ
Spencerâs chest tightened for a second, his own heart feeling painfully dull as he listened to you.Â
âBut, Iâm not the one who died. Alex did. I was so angryâ disappointed that he had the nerve to leave me when we were about to start the next chapter of our lives together. I hadâhaveâ all this love inside my heart for him, and heâs gone. It took me a long time to understand that, to be okay with it.â
Your words catch in your throat, and you clear your throat quickly. The familiar burn of tears threatens to build in your eyes as you force yourself to look at Alexanderâs grave. âHe was so kind, and once I got past that feeling,â your voice sounded thick. âLife kept going, and so did I. He wouldnât have wanted me to stop living my life. When you love someone, you only want them to be happyâ with or without you.âÂ
You sniffle lightly, relaxing your shoulders slightly, âIt never stops hurting, I guess, but days get better. Iâm happy that I got to be a part of his life. I find some comfort in that. Somewhere, in the story of him, Iâm there.â Eventually, you find the courage to look over at Spencer. When your eyes meet his, you find that heâs staring at you with a compassionate expression. You can see the understanding in his eyes. You swallow hard, pushing the emotional lump down your throat.Â
âIt does get better.â You whisper, your voice warm.Â
Spencer nods quickly, mouthing a little âI knowâ before his eyes trail away from you for a second. A cool breeze passes between the two of you when he says, âJust needed the reminder,âÂ
The next time you see him, itâs the third Wednesday of the month, and he sits right next to you. You find yourself smiling a little when he does, nudging his shoulder playfully as more people fill the space. He scoffs playfully, the silent gesture letting you know heâs happy youâre here.Â
The meeting passes like usual: New members share their stories, grief counselors hand out business cards with their phone numbers, recurring members offer kind sentiments, and then, just near the end, your seat partner stands up.Â
Your eyes widen for a second as you watch Spencer stand, his eyes laser-focused ahead as people turn to look at him. You watch how his Adamâs apple bobs when he swallows. A shaky breath leaves him as he tries his hardest to start talking. His hands flex for a second, pressing against his pants to wipe off what you can only assume is sweat.Â
He stutters for a second, his confidence creeping away from him. Youâre surprised when he turns his head to look at you. His breathing steadies as he watches you. âIâve been having difficulties sleeping again. After,â His hands move a little as he speaks, his eyes periodically looking towards the rest of the group before trailing back over to you, âI justâ I used to have a hard time sleeping, and lately, itâs been happening again. Every time I sleep, I see her, and I feel soââ He used to dream of her after her death, dreamt of touching her, but these were different. Dreams that constantly left him waking up feeling devastatingly alone.Â
He shakes his head a little, âItâs been seven months, and I keep dreaming of everything that could have been.â Â
The confession is met with comfortable silence and sympathetic looks, but not from you. Youâre nodding, an encouraging smile spreading across your face. For some reason, he likes that better. âI donât like leaving her when I wake up.â The admission feels like a weight lifting off his chest when he says it.Â
Thereâs a pause of silence before he sits down, unsure of what else to say besides his admission. As one of the counselors begins to talk to Spencer, he finds himself listening intensely. Seven months, and heâs finally willing to take some much-needed advice.Â
After that monthâs meeting, Spencer has back-to-back cases. Heâs keen on keeping in contact with you, which youâve said he doesnât have to do if he doesnât want to, but he insists. He likes having someone to update, a friend waiting to see him when heâs free.Â
The next time heâs free, itâs a rare Saturday. Heâs been awake since five and canât seem to go back to sleep. He does keep dreaming of Maeve, but theyâre a little different now. This time, he was in a cemetery with you. It was freezing, the kind of cold where you could see your breath, and you were laughing about something when the two of you bumped into her. Maeveâs not angry. She just laughs and glances at Spencer before hugging you. You hug her right back and say somethingâ and thatâs when he wakes up.Â
Spencer doesnât like the feelings that stir inside him with that dream: confusion, curiosity, sadness, something else. The feeling is warm, tinged with an overcoat of sorrow, and he finds himself needing a good distraction.Â
However, reading isnât helping, nor is the crossword. So eventually, he finds himself getting ready to go out for the day in the search of a good distraction that will get his mind off his dream.
He doesnât know why he thinks about the cemetery where Alexâs grave is on his way to get coffee that day, but he does. A part of him feels that a nice walk will do him good, so, coffee in hand, he finds himself walking⌠then taking the subway⌠then ending up in front of Alexâs grave⌠alone.Â
Spencerâs lips slightly pout when he sees no coffee cup on the headstone. He knows that you have yet to visit your late fiancĂŠ today. He doesnât exactly know why heâs visiting your late fiancĂŠ today; without you, it feels⌠strange.Â
The longer Spencer stares at the letters etched in stone, the more he feels a realization dawn on him. He feels guilty⌠guilty for dreaming of you, guilty for craving your warmth right now, and guilty for a million different little reasons.Â
Spencer feels his lips part for a second, a sigh escaping his lungs, before he whispers, âIâm a mess. " He knows heâs talking to thin air, but he feels lighter, admitting it to himself.Â
âI donât know what Iâm feeling. All I know is that I shouldnât be, and it wonât do anyone any good, and secretly I thinkââ He sucks in a cold breath of air, âSecretly, I think I donât deserve it.â The grave is silent, of course, but Spencer smiles anyway.Â
For a while, he thought his future had passed him by. A brief image graced his vision before leaving him blind. He can see now. He sees that he still has things to do, goals to accomplish, people to meet. Then heâs walking away.Â
Two meetings and four coffee âdatesâ later, youâre rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet as you watch Spencer laugh over something with one of the grief counselors. Itâs a strange feeling to see him laugh so openly. It's heartwarming if youâre being honest. Itâs hard to explain it, and the feeling is too intenseâ too raw. Itâs a feeling you dimly remember, and suddenly, youâre nauseous.Â
You have a crush, which is incredibly laughable because youâre an adult. The last time you had a crush on someone was three years ago, Alexander. This almost feels cruel. The longer you stare at him, the more real it becomes.Â
Spencer catches your eye for a second and excuses himself from the conversation in his polite Spencer way. When he reaches you, he smiles warmly: âSomebodyâs all smiles.â You hum with a playful roll of your eyes.Â
Spencer pouts for a second, good-natured and playful, as he mutters a little, âWhen did smiling become a crime?âÂ
âIt isnât. Iâm just being observant, and you have a nice smile.â You try to keep your voice calm and level, but he seems to catch on anyway. Spencerâs eyes seem laser-focused on you, studying you carefully. Internally, youâre beginning to pray that his profiling skills fail to notice the classic signs: your sweaty palms, wandering gaze, and too-tense shoulders.Â
And if he does notice⌠you hope he doesnât say anything. Thatâs not Spencerâs way, and you know it. âEverything okay?â Â
You nod quickly, âIâm good, sorry, I was just thinking about⌠bills.â You know he catches the lie the second you say it; you can see it in his amused smile.Â
âBills?âÂ
âBills.âÂ
âIâm not sure I like this story youâre going with, but if youâre sticking to it, I wonât pry.âÂ
You nod, letting your shoulders relax as you sling your bag over your shoulder. âThank you,âÂ
âI was thinking,â Spencer starts as he grabs his messenger bag, following you out. âWe could get dinner together Friday night.âÂ
âWhy?â Your tone is a little flatter than youâd like it to be as Spencer walks you to your car. You'll admit the idea of being alone with him is nice, but the admission feels strangeâ still too raw, surreal.Â
âBecauseâŚâ He trails off slowly, hoping to find a better reason than it being because he wants to have dinner with you, but the longer he sits with the ideas, the more he feels like youâll turn down his idea. He feels self-preservation take over, and for the first time (and what he hopes is the only time), he lies to you. âMy teammates are having a get-together.âÂ
âOh!â You say as the two of you reach your car. âAnd you want me to meet them or?â The idea seems less daunting. Yes, Spencer and you had been to get coffee together, but that was just coffee. Dinner seemed too intimate, but dinner with friends? Now, that was less scary.Â
âYeah! Yes, I think itâd be nice!â Spencerâs voice cracks slightly before nervously clearing his throat in a weak attempt to control the anxiety that creeps into his tone. âWould you⌠like to meet them?âÂ
Youâre leaning against your car door, and the air smells sharp with the promise of snow, and Spencerâs sure youâll decline. You grin, nodding slightly, âSure, I mean, itâs just dinner with friends. What time Friday?â Your arms fold over your chest, pulling your coat closer to your body.
âSix.â He doesnât know how his fake dinner has a time, but heâs surprised at how easy it is to come up with one. âNothing fancy. Iâll, um, text you the address.âÂ
You watch him for a second, trying to read him the way he reads you. His voice seems higher in pitch, and his eyes keep glancing at yours. You chalk it up to him being nervous. The combination of two groups already frying his nerves before it even happens. âCanât wait. See you Friday.âÂ
Spencer stuffs his freezing hands in his pockets as he watches you enter your car and drive off. Then, the panic sets in.Â
Heâs tailing Derek desperately, âListen, I know itâs rushed, butââÂ
âI donât see why you canât just text her the address and ask her out. Straightforward.â Derek says as he takes the left towards Penelopeâs office. âOr you could say we canceled and make it just the two of you.âÂ
âConsidering I already lied to her once, Iâd rather not lie twice. Andââ He fumbles with his words for a short second. âItâs not a date. I just thought she thought it was one, and I panicked.âÂ
âWhatâs wrong with it being a date?â Derek asks, knocking on the door gently before entering Penelopeâs office.Â
âDate?â Penelope echoes back as she turns in her chair.Â
Spencer holds out a hand defensively, âIt wouldnâtâ itâs complicated! Please say yes. Youâre the first person Iâve asked.âÂ
âAsked what? Am I going to be asked?â Penelope chirps as Derek hands her a coffee.Â
âPretty boy here,â Derek motioned to Spencer with a light wave, âLied to one of his ladies. Invited her to a team dinner that doesnât exist.â
âA team dinner would be fun! With a new addition, too!â Penelope said with a sip of her coffee. âWhen?âÂ
âFriday,â Spencer mumbles, avoiding her gaze.Â
âFriday, as in, tomorrow Friday?â She sucks in a breath of air, âSpencerâŚâÂ
He frowns and mouths a little, âI knowâ. He looks at them, pleading, âPlease, even if itâs just the two of youâŚâ He trails off slowly, watching Penelope and Derek share a look.Â
âIâll text the rest of the group.âÂ
âNot the whole story,â Spencer adds as Penelope pulls out her phone. âPlease.â
âIâm already doing you one favor, boy genius.âÂ
Spencer is surprised at how many of his team members agree to dinner. JJ, Penelope, and Derek all promise to bring their respective partners. Rossi and Hotch politely decline, but given his sudden plans, he doesnât blame them.Â
However, by the time five-thirty rolls around, he can see that heâs been played. The first text comes from JJ, claiming that Henry is sick and that she canât make it. Derek follows, saying that he accidentally double-booked and cannot cancel his reservation with Savannah. He can feel himself sending a silent prayer to Penelope before she, too, is texting him to cancel.Â
So now, he stands outside the restaurant in a long brown trench coat and purple scarf tied tight around his neck. When you arrive, adorned with a cream sweater and rosy cheeks, you ask him the inevitable: âWhereâs the team?âÂ
Spencer's throat tightens as he answers, âTheyâve canceled, so itâll be just us if thatâs alright with you?âÂ
He can see your smile falter momentarily before you nod, âThatâs fine, another time.â You shiver a little, glancing towards the restaurant. âShould weâŚ?â Spencer, silently elated that you arenât leaving, nods and hurriedly rushes over to open the door for you.Â
Once seated, you are greeted by a slightly uncomfortable awkward silence. Youâre sure that it will soon resolve itself, but Spencer seems too lost in his thoughts, and it becomes clear that if you want this long silence to end, youâll have to speak first.
âIâm sorry everyââ
âDo youââÂ
The two of you stare at each other briefly before laughing softly. Spencerâs eyes crinkle a little when heâs laughing, a feature you seem to be adoring silently before he says, âIâm sorry that everyone canceled.â
You push out a little breath, your gaze falling to the menu on the table. âThatâs okay, Iâm sure everyone has busy lives.â You shrug a bit before glancing up at him, âI do have a question for you, though,â You watch as Spencerâs back straightens, and he gives you a small smile as the âgo ahead.âÂ
You flatten out the front of your sweater nervously, âDo you think itâs weird that I was supposed to meet your friendsâ the team?âÂ
Spencer gives you a slightly confused look before you quickly add, âI donât think it is, but I was talking to my coworker about tonight, and she said it seemed like an excuse for a date. Then I explained it, and she called it weird, and I donât knowâDo you think itâs weird?âÂ
Spencer can feel his cheeks heating up against his will, and his head shakes from side to side, âNo! No, itâs not weird.â he pauses, thinking about it for a second. âWell, maybe a little. But not for you, for me. Youâve never expressed an intense interest in meeting them, but they mentioned bringing someone, and I thoughtââ He motions to you with a shaky hand, âThought youâd be a good person to bring to dinner. Youâre lovely, and my friend, and Iââ he feels the rest of his words die in his throat. He wants to tell you that he wants the team to meet you. He wants everyone to see how wonderful and kind you are.Â
He feels his mouth dry, realizing he wants you to meet the team now. He wants a third party to witness your calming effect on him, and, most importantly, he wants them to like you because he likes you.Â
A slow ringing grows in his ears at the full realization of his feelings for you. Your smile, usually calming, has his heart leaping in his chest. He finds himself leaning closer when you say, âI didnât think it was weird either,âÂ
Spencer lets out a little huff of relief, âGood, thatâs good.â His heart was beating fast in his chest. He knew he had feelings for you but was unaware of how deep they ran.Â
âThough I will say, it is strange that they all canceled.âÂ
He feels awful lying to you. He can count two lies now and doesnât want to tell a third. âYeah, I canât explain that one. They all did it at the last minute. Iâm sorry.âÂ
âI donât mind, though I was scared this was all a set-up for a date.â You laugh as if itâs the silliest idea youâve heard.Â
Spencer can feel his heart in his throat, his breathing quickening slightly. âWould it be bad if it was?â he canât stop the words from spilling out, his eyes widening at his sentence.
Your surprised face stares back at his, breathless as you look at him. Youâre about to say something when the waitress comes by to take your order. You manage a slight, polite smile as you order before youâre staring off at Spencer. His nervous eyes flicker between the waitress and you as he orders quickly.Â
When sheâs gone, you stare at each other with bated breath. You draw in a slow, calming breath when you say, âI donât know,âÂ
âYou donât⌠know?âÂ
âI just, I havenât thought aboutââ You pause, knowing itâs a lie. âI haveââ You correct gently before you let out a frustrated sigh. âI thought we were friends.â Your voice cracks slightly.Â
Spencer draws his head back at that, âWe are friends. We are. I didn't know if you ever thought aboutââ He doesnât know what heâs saying. What is he aiming for here? Â
âAnyone dating you would be lucky, Spencer.â You say, sweet and gentle. You donât know how to save this situation. Your love for Alexander will always be in your heart, strong and genuine, but⌠looking at the man across from you.Â
You watch his fingers nervously trace patterns on the glass of water in front of him, how heâs looking at you with such a sweet expression. You just didnât think this would happen to you. You were sure that Alex was it. He was all you would ever knowâ you had resigned yourself to it.Â
Would you be a bad person if you fell in love again? After everything, it feels⌠selfish, dirty, wrong, terrifying. âIâm not sure Iâm your best option.â Is what you settle on.Â
Your heart silently breaks as you watch Spencerâs face fall. His nervous fingers slow their movements until he whispers a sad, âRight.â Thereâs a pause, like heâs deciding what to do next. He then nods, like heâs coming to terms with something.Â
âRight, Iâm not saying Iâm lookingââ His brown eyes scan your face, âIâm not even sure I want something like that. I donât know why it sounded like I was. I just want you to know that Iââ He swallows thickly, âI like being your friend.âÂ
âMe too! I like being your friend, too.âÂ
âGood!â
âGreat!â
His smile doesnât reach his eyes, âSo weâre on the same page?â
âSame chapter and everything.âÂ
Spencer lets out a huff of a laugh at that, nodding slowly.Â
The rest of the dinner seems normal; the interaction from earlier seems to be brushed under the rug, and youâre grateful it is. However, the topic kept worming its way into your train of thought. The nagging thought of âWhat ifâŚâ.Â
It's not a terribly horrible idea to date Spencer. If you were honest with yourself, you had thought about it beforeânot obsessively, just in passing. A little whisper of an idea, lovely and new. It was nice to fantasize about love, but it was just a fantasy. You had a great love, and you were grateful.Â
Wanting more than that was greedy.Â
After dinner, Spencer insisted on walking you home. He wouldnât listen to a single one of your protests and simply convinced you with a firm, âIâve seen what happens to people when they go off alone late at night,âÂ
The reminder made you readily accept his company on the cold December night. Walking by his side, watching how your feet started to sync in step, your mind began to wander. What did a date even feel like? It had been so long since youâve had a date⌠you werenât even sure you would know if you were on one unless it was explicitly said.Â
The thought makes you chuckle, earning the interest of one Doctor Spencer Reid. âWhatâs on your giggling mind?âÂ
âNothing,â You sigh, glancing over at him. âI was just thinking about how long it's been since Iâve been on a date. I donât even think I would know if I was on a date if I was on one. Someone would have to sit me down and explain it to me,âÂ
Spencerâs lips quirk upwards at the idea, listening to you. The sweet look heâs giving you is not lost on you as you continue to ramble, âI mean, Iâm not even sure I remember the last time I tried to look for a date.âÂ
âCare to take a guess?âÂ
âUhm,â You draw out the sound as you think, your tongue wetting your lips. âSix months ago, maybe, kind of, sort of?âÂ
Spencerâs clever mind quickly realizes that this failed dating experience happened a month before he met you, and then he notes that it also happened ten months after Alexanderâs death. âAnd.. What do you mean by that? How does someone, kind of, sort of, maybe look for a date?âÂ
You roll your eyes, âIt wasnât really my idea. My friends convinced me to go on some dating apps, and I tried!â You laugh lightly, âWell. I pretended to try. I just didnât like it. It wasnât what I expected.âÂ
âWhat were you expecting?âÂ
Your feet falter momentarily before finding their pace next to Spencer again, âSomething from a Nora Ephron movie, maybe? Something like Youâve got Mail.â As you say it, you see the strange look on Spencerâs face, and it makes you grin. âItâs a romantic comedy.âÂ
He mouths a soft âohâ and feels awkward because he still doesnât know what you mean. Youâre quick to explain, âIt just means I had high expectations. Alexander and I were friends for a while before we,â You trail off before you wave the sentence off with your hand. âI just didnât like it. Felt too forced.âÂ
Spencer understands that part, slowly taking a left with you. âHavenât tried that yet.âÂ
âI wouldnât recommend it.âÂ
He grins and nods, âWhat do you recommend?â His curious mind was getting the better of him. His left hand slipped out of his coat as he waited for your answer, his knuckles dangerously close to yours.Â
âIn a world seemingly becoming increasingly dependent on technology for everything? Iâd recommend shooting your shot with every pretty stranger you see.â It's a joke, but the idea of Spencer asking for the numbers of every pretty person in DC made your chest feel strangely tightâ a light reminder that your crush was still going strong. And youâve already turned him down.
âIâm not sure youâve been paying close attention to me these past four months,â He jokes lightly.Â
âOh, trust me, I have been.â The words tumble out before you can stop yourself, and you can feel your cheeks growing impossibly hot.Â
Spencerâs quick to tease, âYou have been?âÂ
You nod, trying to act like it's nothing but friendly, but your nervous breathing might give you away. You take a steady breath, happy to think that if he sees red on your cheeks, you can blame it on the cold weather.Â
Instead, he slows to a stop just steps away from your apartment complex. You stop, turning to look at him, and when you see him, all composure leaves you with one little glance. Spencerâs ears are red, his hazel eyes glued to yours, and his hands nervously fidget with his long purple scarf.Â
He draws in his lower lip nervously, his brow furrowing in the way that lets you know heâs meditating on something in that beautiful brain of his. His hands move as he begins to talk, âI have been too,âÂ
With that, you feel all the air knocked out of you, and your trembling fingers hide in your pockets. Youâre not sure what he wants you to say or do. It feels like a confession, making your heart pound in your chest. His sweet eyes study you, âIâm not sure what Iââ He steps closer.Â
âNot sure what I want. All I know is that I feel somethingââ He makes a weird motion with his hands like heâs trying to shape his feelings with his hands. âHopeful? I donât know! I just,âÂ
âI know.â You rasp out, nodding quickly. âI know.â You repeat it because you do know. You know what heâs feeling, that dangerous feeling of tentative hope, the sense that something is beginning again. The world shifting into focus and becoming colorful again.Â
Spencerâs gaze softens as that, and then the two of you just stare at each other for a moment. Guilt seemed to creep into your chest, invading your heart the longer you stared into those pleading brown eyes. Some part of you wanted to give it a shot, take him in your arms, and just let go. The stubborn part of you couldnât let go of what you once knew.Â
What would you say to your friendsâ or worse, Alexanderâs family? Thinking about being happy with someone else again felt like a betrayal.Â
Spencer could see the shift in your demeanor, the way your eyes glossed over with emotion, your back rigid, and he knew you werenât ready. The feelings you were feeling were ones he wrestled with weeks ago after visiting Alexanderâs grave. âI visited his grave without you a few times.â
 Your brows knit together at that, stuttering gently as you manage a soft âWhy?âÂ
âI felt guilty about how I feel about you. I thought visiting his grave would make me back down, but it didnât. I visited Maeveâs grave and thought about my feelings there too. She would have liked you.âÂ
âSpencer, donâtââ
âYou told me once that he wouldâve wanted you to be happy with or without him. Why canât you let yourself be happy? I know itâs uncharted territory; it is for me, too, and he knows you donât love him any lessââÂ
âYou didnât even know him!âÂ
Spencer's lips draw into a tight line at that. You canât stop yourself before saying, âYou donât understand the love I had for him. It was different from how you felt about Maeve. It was special.âÂ
Your breathing is heavy, and you're trying to stop yourself from crying. The second you say it, you regret it. Your rigid posture slacks, and you step towards him quickly, but he steps back once you get closer.Â
âYou donât get to say that,â his voice is colder, his eyes cast down to his hands. Then he takes a sharp breath and looks up at you; his warm hazel gaze turns cold. âMy love for her was just as special as yours was for Alexander. I can see that, even if you canât. But at least I can see when something exceptional is right in front of me. Unlike you, I didnât want it to slip through my fingers again.âÂ
Your mouth feels dry as you try to respond, anger and guilt fighting an internal war inside you before Spencer turns on his heel and says, âGoodnight,âÂ
The snow starts again as you watch him walk away, blinking flakes out of your lashes, cheeks red from the tears falling as you watch him disappear around the corner.Â
The conversation is still fresh in your mind at dinner with Alexanderâs mom Tuesday night. She lives just outside the city in Maryland, so whenever she made her way into the city, you made it a point to meet up.Â
She watches the way youâre staring at your sandwich. The intense look youâre giving the meal almost makes her laugh. âDonât be upset with the club. We can always get you another sandwich, dear.âÂ
You raise your head slightly at that and let out a nervous laugh, âNo, the sandwich is fine. Iâm just thinking. Iâm sorry, Shannon.â
Shannon lets out an understanding hum, waving you off with a simple flick of her wrist as you apologize. âIs it work?âÂ
You give her an easy smile, âAh, no. Itâs⌠confusing and probably boring; donât worry about it.â She gives you a little look that says, âCome on, really?â and it makes your smile widen.Â
âWhen you retire, everything is confusing and boring, so lay it on me.âÂ
âShannon, please, I promise you donââÂ
âI will make you pay for this meal; do not force my hand.âÂ
âI am paying?âÂ
âExactly. Now tell me whatâs on your mind.âÂ
You slump in your seat and nod in defeat. âAlright, well,â you wet your lips nervously, trying to figure out the best way to tell her. âYou remember last time I mentioned that I had that friend from the group? The geniusâSpencer.âÂ
Shannon nods, motioning for you to keep going slowly, âWell, lately, he and I have become aware of some feelings for each other, and Iââ You can feel your legs trembling, âHe just doesnât get it. I canât do that to Alex or you. He just doesnât understandââÂ
âSweetheart, slow down.â She held up a hand, an amused look on her face as you rambled at the speed of light. âStart over.âÂ
You let out a little huff, trying to calm your growing nerves. You roll your shoulders back, gaining some composure, âI have feelings for him, and I thought it was just a passing crush, but now itâs getting so messy. And he told me that he has feelings for me too, but I told him off, and we havenât talked in four daysâ which would be fine if we didnât fight, but we didâ and I donât know.âÂ
âYou donât know?âÂ
âHeâs really sweet and great, but I just⌠I keep thinking about my love for Alex and donât want to let go of him.â Your voice gets quiet with the admission. âIâm happy loving just him, only him.â Your voice shakes lightly, forcing your gaze down, your eyes filling with tears.Â
You hated telling her thisâ hated telling her that your stupid heart found itself attached to someone other than her son. You mentally prepare yourself for something, anything, yet you still cringe when you feel her hand rest on yours.Â
âHeâs deadââ
âI knowââ
âNo, listen,â Shannon says sternly, watching as you lift your gaze to meet hers. âHeâs dead. Every day, I have to remind myself heâs dead. I know you do, too.â She frowns for a second before she gives you a weak smile. âBut, you? Youâre alive. Youâve experienced a loss no one should have to experience at your age, and yet here you are. Would he be ecstatic over you falling in love with someone else? Not quite, but I know my son. He wouldnât want you to be alone. Or worse, unhappy.âÂ
You blink away tears, your bottom lip trembling, âI donât want to forget him,âÂ
âWho said youâre going to?â Shannon jokes lightly, giving your hand a light squeeze. After a moment, she whispers, âKnowing Alex, he probably sent Spencer your way.âÂ
You laugh at the idea, but the sound dissolves into a little sob, âHe would.âÂ
Shannon brightens momentarily, âHe was always jealous of how good you were at trivia night. Maybe he wanted someone to beat you for once?âÂ
âSpencer can!â You laugh harder than you should, but you canât help it. You picture Alexâs face, joking about how you have too much useless knowledge in your brain.Â
As your laughter dies away, a wave of anxiety rolls over you. âI was awful to him last Friday.âÂ
âThen make it up to him,âÂ
After much deliberation, you knew you would, or at least, you would die trying. The next meeting was in two weeks, which seemed too far out. After three texts, two calls, and one voicemail, you decided to go to him.Â
You had been to Spencerâs apartment once before and were sure it was on this block⌠maybe. It was early Saturday morning, and you could only hope he would look out his window and see you pacing the sidewalk.Â
But an hour passed, and the cold wind forced you into a coffee shop down the block. Shivering as you waited for your coffee, you glanced at the unread texts you sent him one last time before stuffing your phone back into your pocket.Â
Clearly, he didnât want to see you, much less talk to you. You chewed on your bottom lip, lost in thought until you resolved that seeing him at the next meeting would have to do if he didnât text you back before then.Â
And so, two weeks and no texts back later, you sat in your usual foldable seat and waited. But he never showed. Your eyes watched the doors patiently, and you counted every last participant, thinking that the next one had to be Spencer.Â
But they werenât. He was nowhere to be found. You had sat on your feelings for him for weeks, sat on with nasty comments and behavior for two weeks, and found yourself still waiting. He didnât have to attend every meeting, but you felt even more desperate than before. Hating the feeling, you left halfway through.
It wasnât like you could force him to talk to or forgive you. But it hurt knowing just how much you had hurt him. Were you being selfish for wanting a chance to confess to him again? Was it selfish how you looked for him in every crowd?Â
The unfortunate reality of your pain was that you were so scared of falling in love again that you pushed love away before it could even touch you. You found yourself driving to Alexâs grave that night. It was out of your way, but you didnât want to go home just to wait by the phone again.Â
After parking in a nearby parking lot, you found yourself standing in the middle of a very dark, isolated cemetery. If Spencer were here, he would say how dangerous this was, maybe even throw in a statistic just to solidify his point.Â
You smile, eyes adjusting in the moonlight as you look down at your dead loverâs grave. You crouch, touching a bouquet of almost-dead flowers at the foot of his grave. âWas I bad at this with you, too?â Your fingers trace the brittle petals of a dying rose.Â
You can hear the crunching of gravel and slush approaching you, and a part of you freezes. As the sound gets closer, you can hear panting, your head turning cautiously to look for your rapidly approaching company.Â
When you see the silhouette of a man not too far down the trail, you tense. How stupid were you to be in a secluded area in the middle of the night? You curse under your breath and stay crouched, hoping itâs just a late-night jogger passing through and that he wonât see you if you stay low.Â
Your eyes stay on the figure, and you mentally go over possible escape plans when you see itâ a messenger bag. What kind of serial killer or jogger wears a messenger bag? Your tense shoulders briefly relax for a second at the thought.Â
Then, a hint of moonlight illuminates your huffing strangerâ messy brown hair and a crooked tie. You stand, âSpencer?â You say his name when he approaches you, the moonlight letting you get a glimpse of his soft eyes for a moment. âWhat are you⌠Howâd you know Iâd be here? What are you doing here?âÂ
âYou werenât at the meeting,â He huffs, leaning over to rest his palms on his knees.Â
âIââ You scoff, slightly amused. âI left early. Did you show up?âÂ
âNo,â he admits, his tone becoming sharper as he catches his breath. âNo, Iââ he hesitates for a moment, âI saw your car on my way home, and I got worried, and Iââ He roughly drags a hand through his curls, âYou shouldnât be in isolated places like this late at night.âÂ
Your shocked expression melts, and your lips quirk into a slight smile. Spencer sees this and responds sharply, âIâm being serious!â
You hold up both hands, âI know, Iââ You sigh, a slight chuckle following the sound before you say, âI knew you were going to say that. I could hear your voice when I parked across the street.âÂ
âMaybe you should listen to it sometime,âÂ
You nod, and then a moment of cold silence follows. The two of you stare at each other for a long moment before you feel your lips moving against your will, âYou never called,âÂ
Spencer can feel his heartbeat quicken, âWasnât aware I had to.âÂ
âYou didnât have to. I just would haveââ You cut yourself off, nervously licking your lips. âI wanted you to.âÂ
Spencer stays quiet before he replies with a soft âIâm sorry,âÂ
You find your smile returning as you shake your head, âThatâs my line,âÂ
He lets a little chuckle at that, ready to tell you itâs okay, when you quickly add, âIâm sorry for how I acted three weeks ago. I shouldnât have been so cruel or close-minded, and I should have been honest with you about my feelings. Iâm sorry I pushed you away. Iâm sorry for implying your love for Maeve wasnât special. Oh, Spencer,â You let out a heartbroken sigh, âI feel terrible. I was such a bad friend, and these past few weeks, all Iâve wanted to do is make it up to you.âÂ
You can feel the tears threatening to fill your vision, your cheeks burning in the cold as you let out a meek, âTell me thereâs something I can do to make it up to you,âÂ
Spencer can see your pleading eyes in the moonlight, and his chest tightens at the sight. Ignoring your calls and texts wasnât easy, but he was convinced that it was the right thing to do. You werenât ready to move on, and neither was heâ not completely, but he didnât want to try with anyone else. He only wanted to try with you.Â
He swallows thickly when he says a sweet âYouâve already done it,â Then youâre beaming at him, and heâs right back where he was three weeks ago. As you dry your misting eyes, he softly confesses, âI watched Youâve Got Mail.â He pauses, smiling lightly when you give him a surprised look through your tears. âI couldnât stop thinking about you, so Iââ He nervously moved his hands as he talked, âI watched any Romcom that I could get my hands on because IââÂ
You smile as he trails off, his hands twisting together in that nervous way that tells you heâs scared to say the rest of his sentenceâ heâs too afraid to say he missed you. âMe too,â You confess, âI missed you, too.â
He nods, a grin on his face as he looks at you. He can feel his confession rising in his throat, his lips moving awkwardly as he tries to gain the confidence to confess to you again.Â
But, before he can say anything, youâre speaking, âI donât know if you still feel the same as you did three weeks ago, but Iââ You swallow hard, clearing your throat softly. Your hands move with you as you speak, the cold making them feel slightly stiff. âFor the longest time, I couldnât imagine myself happy with anyone other than Alex.â You blow out a sigh, glancing back at his tombstone. âI thought one great love was enoughâ I only deserved one. I was happy with that, and I felt lucky for it.âÂ
You can feel yourself trembling, and you donât know if itâs the cold or your nerves getting the better of you; nonetheless, you keep going, âBut lately, Iâve been thinkingâ hoping reallyâ that youâre the expectation.â You squeeze your eyes tight at that last bit, trying to calm your breathing as you wait for his response.Â
âIf anyone deserves more than one great love, itâs you.â Spencerâs voice sounds closer, soft.Â
When you open your eyes, you realize he is closer, inches from you. You gaze up at him, giving him a light smile when he whispers, âWe can take it slower,âÂ
âI like slower.âÂ
He laughs and nods, âMe too,â he holds out a cold hand for you to take, âLet me walk you to your car?âÂ
You stare at his palm, watching your cold fingers intertwine with his. The sensation makes the tips of your fingers buzz with anticipation. You feel his hand gives yours a slight squeeze before guiding you to the parking lot across the street.Â
Itâs not the last time you walk side-by-side, holding hands in the middle of the cold East Coast winter, and heâs determined to make sure itâs not your last.Â
And whenever anyone asks how the two of you met, Spencer lets you tell the story, his hand slipping into yours as you say, âWell, itâs a bit of a long story.â
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âcan you love me (like i love you?)
đđ â in which, red robin likes to shows up at your apartment for an irenic moment from the harsh lines of Gotham. he meets you and you meet him, all of him.
TIM DRAKE x CIVILIAN! GN!READER mild angst. reader pining over tim, vice versa if you squint. 3.8k. â this was so fun â requested
The night air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of rain-soaked asphalt and blooming jasmine from the park nearby. You always found it comfortingâan odd juxtaposition of Gothamâs grit and its rare moments of beauty. Tonight, however, it wasnât the air that brought you solace. It was the quiet creak of boots landing on your fire escape.
You smiled before even turning to look. âYouâre late,â You teased, peering over your shoulder at the figure perched outside your window.
âGot caught up,â Red Robin replied, his voice light but tinged with fatigue. He stepped into the room with a practiced ease, his cape swaying slightly as he entered. The mask didnât hide muchâthe sharp lines of his jaw, the way his shoulders tensed from the weight of the nightâs patrol.
âYou okay?â You asked, setting down the tea youâd been preparing next to an additional mug, turning around to face him in the living room, ignoring the pressure of your island on your lower back.
It had become routine by now. After weeks of these impromptu visits, youâd learned his habits: the subtle signs of exhaustion, the occasional wince from a barely hidden injury.
âIâm fine,â He said, though the way he sank into your worn-out armchair betrayed him.
You sighed and let the warmth seep into your palms as you spun around and took a mug from the counter and handed it to him. He took it without argument, the warmth seeming to settle him as he leaned back. âLiar,â You quipped. His nose tensed when he lied.
It had started months ago, the first time he appeared outside your window like some wayward bird. Youâd been startled, of courseâwho wouldnât be? But he hadnât come for trouble, just a quiet moment away from the chaos. And somehow, without ever planning to, you became part of his nightly routine.
The first few visits had been awkward. After all, how often does Gothamâs very own Red Robin show up uninvited? But over time, the strangeness faded. He was careful never to overstep, never to ask too many personal questions or reveal too much about himself. Instead, your conversations meanderedâbooks, movies, music, even the weird quirks of Gothamâs neighborhoods.
It wasnât just him who needed the company. You found yourself looking forward to his visits more than you cared to admit. He was steady, like the ticking of a clock in the background of your life, even if you only ever saw him at night.
Tonight felt different, though. He wasnât as talkative as usual, his responses short and clipped. You watched him over the rim of your own mug, debating whether to press.
âLong night?â You ventured.
âSomething like that,â He replied, staring out the window at the city below. âSome nights are harder than others.â
You hesitated. You didnât want to pry, but there was a vulnerability in his voice that tugged at you. âWant to talk about it?â
He shook his head, the barest hint of a smile playing on his lips. âYouâd make a good therapist.â
âIâm just nosy,â You said lightly, hoping to draw out more of that smile.
And for a moment, it worked. He chuckled softly, the sound like a warm ember in the cold.
âThanks,â He said after a beat. âFor this. For letting me . . . just be here.â
âYou say that like youâre intruding.â
âArenât I?â
âNo,â You said firmly. âYouâre not.â
The silence that followed was comfortable, the kind that didnât need filling. Youâd grown used to these quiet stretches, knowing that sometimes words werenât enough to smooth over the rough edges of the night.
After a while, he stood, setting the empty mug on the counter. âI should get going,â He said, his voice softer now.
âBe safe out there,â You say, facing him on your place on your chair, the words automatic but heartfelt.
He nodded, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than usual. Then he was gone, disappearing into the shadows as seamlessly as heâd arrived.
A foggy evening, after his patrol, he arrived later than usual. His uniform was damp, and he looked more worn than youâd ever seen him.
When his eyes met yours, you let out an amused huff, walking to the closet in the hallway to your room, grabbing a beige towel and making your way back to him. âTake a dip in the lake Red?â You teased, handing him the towel as he stepped closer to you.
âSomething like that,â He said, echoing the same vague answer he always gave. Even with the mask, you could feel the dam that wanted to implode.
Your brows furrowed.
âYou donât have to do this alone, you know.â
He looked at you sharply, as if the words had hit a nerve. âIâm used to it,â He said after a pause, his voice low and guarded.
âWell, maybe you shouldnât be.â
The room fell silent again, the tension thick enough to cut.
âI donât⌠I canât risk that,â He said finally. âLetting people in. Itâs complicated.â
âLifeâs complicated,â Your countered. âBut you donât have to keep everyone at armâs length. At least not me.â
He stared at you, something unspoken flickering in his eyes. Then, as if breaking under the weight of his own defenses, he said, âI wish it were that simple.â
You didnât bring it up again, sensing it was a line he wasnât ready to cross. But the moment lingered, coloring every interaction that followed.
Youâd open up to him. Though it wasnât as reciprocated, you didnât mind because he listened. Sometimes, when the night was soft, you two would talk about the random things that reminded you of each other, it was your favorite part of when heâd come to your apartment, relaxing in each others presence; it left a sapid taste in your mouth.
Youâd talk to him about your life in Gotham University, talked to him about the enigma your heart palpitated for. How his voice made your smile bright and cheeks warm, how it rang though your mind constantly throughout the day, echoing off the walls and finding itâs way back to your heart, the devil that wouldnât calm down.
You hadnât realized that underneath the mask, he looked at you with a smile lining his eyes, his own devil pounding in his chest.
When asked if he knew of your feelings, your smiled turned bashful.
âHe doesnât even know my name, Red. Iâm just a random with a crush.â
Youâre not random, youâre mine. Is what he wanted to say, he wanted you to know who he is. Not the man with the mask â rather the man behind it.
He distanced himself from you at school because he thought that if he didnât, youâd figure out heâs âBoy Wonderâ a bit too easy for his taste. He scares himself every night thinking about what would happen if you find out.
And then one night, he laughed.
Not just the quiet chuckle youâd heard before, but a full, unrestrained laugh that lit up his face. It was over something stupidâa poorly told joke youâd heard from a coworker. But the sound warmed you to your core, and for a moment, it reminded you of your enigma, Tim Drake.
How could someone do that? Look so familiar but unknown at the same time? Your eyes seeing one person, Red Robin: Gothamâs hero. But your heart seeing, hearing, feelingâ
âTim.â
The name left your lips in a whisper, your heart hammering in your chest. You hadnât meant to say it. You werenât even sure how you knew, but it was thereâlike a puzzle piece falling into place.
He froze, his entire body going rigid. âWhat did you say?â
âTim,â Quieter this time, you repeated it. âThatâsââ
He didnât answer, but the look in his eyes confirmed it.
âI . . . I didnât mean toââ You started, but he cut you off.
âHow?â he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.
âI donât know,â You admitted. âI just . . . knew.â
The silence stretched between you, heavy with the weight of what youâd just revealed.
Red RobinâTimâhe stepped back slightly, his eyes scanning your face as if trying to read the truth there. You could feel the tension in the room, thick and unyielding, and for a moment you thought he might leave. But instead, he sighed, his shoulders slumping as though a great weight had finally pressed him down.
âIâve been careful,â he said softly. âIâve spent so long making sure you â no one could ever connect me to . . . to this.â
You didnât know what to say, the gravity of his words grounding you to the spot. Finally, you managed, âI didnât mean toâto figure it out! Itâs not like I was trying. It just . . .â
He ran a hand through his hair, the motion uncharacteristically unguarded. âI shouldnât have come here. I shouldnât have let this go on for so long.â
âDonât say that,â You pleaded, stepping closer. âI know you think youâre protecting yourself, or me, but you donât have to do this alone, Tim.â
Hearing his name in your voice seemed to shake something loose in him. He looked at you, really looked at you, and the mask of Red Robin slipped away for just a moment. Beneath it was someone young, someone tired, someone who wanted to believe you. The enigma who became more familiar.
âI donât know how to stop,â he admitted, his voice breaking slightly. âI donât know how to turn it off, how to let someone in without putting them in danger.â
You reached out, your hand hovering just above his arm. âYou already let me in,â You said quietly. âThatâs why you keptââ You stop yourself. ââthatâs why you keep coming back.â Your hand connects with the rough material of his suit and you wish you could feel his skin on yours.
He didnât pull away. For a long moment, the two of you stood there, the sound of rain against the window the only noise in the room.
Finally, he spoke. âYou deserve better than this. Better than me.â
You shook your head, your throat tight. âDonât decide that for me.â
The words seemed to hit him like a blow. He opened his mouth to respond, but no sound came out. Instead, he turned his head, staring at the rain running down the window as though it could give him the answers he sought.
âIâve thought about it,â You continued, your voice soft but steady. âIâve thought about what it would mean. What it would mean to care about you âreally care about you. Even though it was for Tim at first, thereâs more to you and I want to care for you and everything that comes with it. And Iâm still here. Iâll always be here Tim.â
That seemed to break him. He sank down onto the edge of the couch behind him, his head in his hands. âYou donât understand what youâre saying. What my life is like. The people I go up againstâthey wouldnât hesitate to hurt you to get to me.â
âAnd you donât understand what you could mean to me,â You countered. You sit on the floor, right at his feet so you can lock eyes with him even though his domino mask hides them, you can still see the blue of his eyes you admire so much.
âI see the risks, Tim. I see them every night when you walk out that window, not knowing if youâll come back. But Iâm still here because I care about you. And you need to stop deciding what I can handle.â
He looked up at you then, the walls heâd so carefully constructed were crumbling, and you saw the man behind the vigilante.
âI care about you too,â He said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. âMore than I should, and â and it scares the hell out of me.â
You rose from sitting criss-cross to your knees, resting your arms on his, you wanted to get impossibly closer, closing the gap between the two of you. âThen letâs be scared together.â
The confession hung in the air, raw and real, and for the first time, neither of you looked away. You didnât know what the future held, didnât know if this thing between you could survive the dangers and secrets of his world. But in that moment, none of it mattered.
He reached for your hand, his touch tentative but warm. âThis wonât be easy,â He warned you gently.
âI know,â You said, squeezing his hand. âBut Iâm not going anywhere.â
And for the first time in a long time, he smiledânot the practiced smile of Red Robin, but something softer, something real.
âI donât deserve you,â He murmured.
âMaybe not,â You teased, a small smile tugging at your lips. âBut youâve got me anyway.â
The two of you stayed like that for a while, the storm outside mirroring the quiet storm of emotions between you. And when he finally left that night, it wasnât with the usual heaviness of his patrols.
This time, he carried a piece of you with himâand left a piece of himself behind.
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Correct me if I'm wrong, but I saw a little while ago that you were writing a book on transandrophobia? Is that something that's still in the works?
That is correct, I am still working on it. The current title (which might change) is "Transandrophobia: When Fear Becomes Hate - Trans Men and the Material and Emotional Consequences of the Fear of Men". I've re-written large chuncks of it multiple times. I realize I kind of have to get it close to perfect, otherwise people will decide me writing with too much emotion or too many numbers/statistics or not enough of either is the perfect excuse to slander the concept of FTM Liberation theory. I do not currently know when I will be finished with the book or when it will be published. I would like to say "by the end of 2025, it will be complete", but I can't gautentee that. I want my work to be concise, without room for misinterpretation, factually + materially sound, and focused on striving towards liberation, solidarity, and action. Which takes time and hard work.
A lot of people have misinterpreted what transandrophobia means and my reasons for coining the term in the first place. I want to avoid further misinterpretation upon publication, which means not rushing it to meet a deadline that I've set for myself or others.
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Winter Warmers, Day 21
(can you believe I wrote this at 3am on a whim because I was looking at the prompts again and saw this one? me neither)
Prompt: Squirting / Word Count: 850
Max shivers, bed sheets sticking uncomfortably to his sweaty back. Daniel's hands carefully caress up his thighs, spreading him open. Years ago, he would've felt unbearable shame, would've gotten the urge to force his legs shut and run away from everything, but now? In the tender safety of Daniel's calloused palms, Max feels on top of the word, like nothing can stop him.
The press of Danielâs tongue against his already soaked core, teasing and curious, pulls him out of his thoughts. When he looks down, the brunette is smiling, wolfish, nuzzling against him, his thumb rubbing circles in the junction between his thigh and crotch. Max chuckles softly, one hand reaching out to card through the olderâs unruly curls.
âWhat's up, big guy?â
Daniel's grin widens. His thumb moves to rub against his clit, and Max bites back a groan, feeling himself get even wetter.
âHow many times in a row do you think I could make you squirt, hm, baby?â
âWhatâŚ? Daniel... That has never happened to me. Like, never ever.â
The brunette frowns, pulling himself up so he's hovering above Max, looking a bit confused.
âWhat do you mean that's never happened to you, baby?â
Max blinks.
âI mean that I have never squirted in my life. I don't even think that's possible.â
Daniel stares at him for a moment, an unreadable expression on his face before he grins, wide and mischievous. Max already knows he's gonna get dragged into something questionable at best.
âWhat if I could make you, huh? What if I made you squirt, Maxy?â
The blonde can feel his cheeks warm up, the inside of his thighs completely drenched at this point. The low rumble of Daniel's voice never fails to get him all hot and bothered, but it's ten times hotter at least when he's challenging him, teasingly pushing and prodding at Max's competitive side. He tries to maintain a composed facade.
âBut what if you don't? How are you gonna make it up for me then, big guy?â
Daniel doesn't reply at first, sliding down until he's nestled in between Max's thick thighs, face to face with his already dripping cunt. He presses two tentative fingers inside, groaning when they go all the way in easily, making the blonde clench around him and moan loudly. He noses at Max's clit, licking up a strip from the top to the bottom before looking up at his blushing boyfriend, smirking.
âYou can peg me.â
He doesn't give Max enough time to process or reply, immediately diving down to eat him out, sinful tongue joining the fingers already stretching his pussy out. Max shrieks, startled, his legs closing involuntarily. Trapped between his thighs, Daniel groans, licking at his folds with precision, eating him out like a starved man in front of a buffet while his fingers rub at that spot deep inside him that makes him see stars.
After a while, Max is shaking on the bed, reduced to an incoherent mess of babbles and sounds, back arching off the bed as his thighs squeeze around Daniel's head in a way that should hurt but only makes the brunette groan, rutting against the mattress as he skillfully licks, nips and sucks at Maxâs pussy. The blonde can feel something building up distantly, and it only gets closer and closer when Daniel adds another finger inside him, pressing intently against his sweet spot. The feeling keeps building up, up, up, until Max feels that odd, desperate feeling you get when you're about to pee but trying to hold it in. He tries to warn Daniel, to do something, anything, but Max only manages to let out some garbled noises, trashing in Daniel's firm hold.
It finally culminates a moment later, the pads of Daniel's fingers pressed snuggly inside him, as far as they can go, Daniel's mouth suckling on his clit, lightly grazing it with his teeth, and Max feels himself let go, feels the dam break open, and he falls back against the bed like a puppet whose strings were cut off. An impossible amount of wetness rushes out from him, so much that he's afraid it is actually piss, and his legs finally fall back down, letting go of their grip on Daniel.
The older looks as wrecked as Max feels, warm brown eyes dazed and glossy. The bottom of his face is all covered in Maxâs fluids. His mustache is wet, his beard is drenched, and he looks absolutely filthy. The blonde tugs him up, bringing him into a messy kiss, moaning when he tastes himself on Daniel's tongue.
âFuck, Daniel-â He whines, words and thoughts and feelings all jumbled up inside.
Daniel blinks in rapid succession, focusing back on Max, a sly smirk stretching his wet, shiny lips.
âSee, baby? Told ya I could make you squirt,â He leans in, nipping at the underside of Maxâs jaw. âNow do you want to try and see how many times I can make you squirt in a row, champ?â
Max moans, pulling him down to claim his lips in another filthy kiss.
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