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Aaron Hotchner Playlist Collection 💕

All Too Well by Taylor Swift here

Part 1 can be found here

Word count: 13.2 k

Warnings for the series: drinking, cursing, mentions of food, mentions of pregnancy and allusions to fertility issues, abandonment, SMUT pretty early on(readers first time, choking, penetration, oral f&m receiving, breeding kink with the intentions of pregnancy, birth control slip up, spanking, squirting, slightly dom Hotch, bondage, use of a vibrator, masturbation, watching porn, use of a Polaroid camera to take nudes, if I missed anything let me know)

Jack does not exist in this universe. Haley is still deceased. Flashbacks are in italics

Your mind raced with questions. You knew he wouldn't answer any of them— he'd turn it on you for going through his phone, not trusting him already. You knew there was a reason not to. There was something that you knew for a fact that he was hiding. When he returned, he kissed your cheek before returning to his painting, as if nothing in the world were wrong. You almost couldn't keep quiet, but you wanted to refrain from any further arguments. It wasn't until his phone rang again that you brought it back up.

"You know, if there was someone else, you can tell me. I don't have any right to be mad."

He put his paintbrush down and silenced his phone, turning to you with a look of clear annoyance on his face.

"Would you stop? Do you have any idea how many people call my phone in a day? You don't have to jump to conclusions every time the phone rings."

You put your hands on your hips, challenging him.

"You're defensive. I'm not jumping to conclusions. You're lying."

He came towards you, his phone ringing again. You simply stared at it as he let it go to voicemail.

"It's so typical of you to start an argument when we're having a good day. You're asking questions you don't really want the answers to."

You knew then that he was keeping a woman a secret. He wasn't slick, or convincing. He was a bad liar and even worse at keeping secrets. It turned into a projection of insecurities, all thrown at you like ammunition in a gunfight.

"Just tell me the truth, Aaron. Who is she? And why is she so important that she's called 5 times?"

His phone continued to ring in the background as you argued. It was pointless, because you already knew her name, but you couldn't tell him that.

"You're unbelievable. Last night we were fucking and now we're arguing about a woman you can't even prove the existence of," he took off in the direction of the bedroom, taking his noisy phone with him. You left him alone, letting him stew in silence. You weren't going to go picking a fight, not when you were stuck with him, but you deserved to know the truth. He'd turned everything around on you, which was typical. You were planning to move in with someone who couldn't even tell you the truth.

You listened intently for any sign that he was on the phone, but you couldn't hear anything. You went down the hall, finding him laying across the bed, his phone face down on the mattress.

"Nothing about this is easy, you know. I dropped everything to come up here to get you back."

He rubbed his temples as his phone rang again, the groan that escaped his lips was impossible to miss.

"Just tell me the truth, Aaron."

He sat up suddenly, his eyes darkening by the second.

"The truth is, I'd almost decided to move on. She's my age—she would've been good for me. Her name is Beth," he said finally, the lump in your throat choking you up as you absorbed the information he was telling you.

"Oh."

You couldn't find anything else to say. He knew he was destroying you by finally telling you the truth, which is why he'd been avoiding it. His eyes grew watery as he stared back at you, hoping you had anything left to say to him.

"I've never touched her. But she's persistent."

"Maybe she could give you the life you want."

You went into the bathroom and locked the door, closing the toilet bowl lid so you could sit down. You let the tears come, silently, so you didn't disturb Aaron with your emotions. You didn't want to give him anything else to hold against you.

You found yourself running a bath, letting the tub fill up while you found music on your phone to listen to. You stripped down and climbed in, letting the warm water work at your tense muscles; it had been a long time since you'd just soaked in the tub. You could hear him on the phone, telling her he was trying to work things out with you, that she needed to stop calling, but he'd been right about one thing, her persistence was admirable. She argued with him for ten minutes about how you were too young for him; how she'd known about you was baffling on its own. He'd taken the time to explain the situation to her and she was still trying to get his attention.

"Beth, I just don't feel that way for you. You've been a good friend, but this is where my future is. I can't throw it away again. I need you to stop calling."

You had your doubts about her place in his life. She wouldn't be calling if she didn't at least think she had a chance with him—you truly had no right to be mad other than the fact that he'd lied to your face. You weren't anything right now—lost in limbo and wanting to move in together. You heard him leave the bedroom, coming to stand outside the bathroom door.

"I know you're mad at me, but she really is just a friend."

You sank deeper in the tub, not ready to face him yet.

"She was important enough for you to lie to me about."

He walked away after that, mostly to avoid another argument. There wasn't anything he could say right now that would help. You wanted to forgive him, but he was already breaking your trust over someone who knew more about you than you were comfortable with.

You went to the trouble of pampering yourself, painting your nails while you were in the tub. You stayed in long enough for them to dry before you took the time to shave, treating yourself to some of life's most simple pleasures. You were trying to bring yourself back up, boost your self esteem after it had been so easily crushed. When you finished in the tub, you lathered your body down with lotion and perfume to feel your best, braiding your hair back away from your face and doing your skincare routine. You felt like a new woman by the time you were done, slipping on your robe so you could find something to wear. You picked out a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, closing the door behind you so you could get dressed. Your stomach was rumbling, because you hadn't ate all day. It was nearly the evening now.

You went down the hall to find him making dinner, standing at the stove with his back to you. He heard you come in the room, because he went rigid, as if he wasn't sure how to act now. You went to the cabinet and retrieved a bottle of wine and two glasses before you sat down at the bar, pouring you both a glass. You sat his glass close to his side of the kitchen counter, swirling your own before you took a sip.

"It was wrong of me to lie to you."

He turned around finally, refusing to meet your eyes. You weren't mad that he lied; you were mad that he left something out that could've impacted both of your futures. What if Beth would've embarrassed you later in the future and you'd been blindsided?

"You did more than lie. Some stranger knows things about me that they shouldn't. You told some random woman that obviously cares about you about me. You'd be pissed if I was sitting here telling you that some random guy knew what you put me through."

You drank your wine, waiting on anything that resembled an apology. You weren't sure an apology could repair anything at this point, but you were willing to listen to anything he had to say.

"You're right. I would be pissed. I should've told you about Beth before anything else. She's been asking me out for months and I keep saying no. She's just so nice— I felt bad being mean to her but she just won't get the hint."

"Great, I'm glad we're feeling sorry for Beth. This is going well."

You went back down the hall with your glass of wine and sat on the edge of the bed. You sat your glass down so you could put your head in your hands, exhaling shakily as you tried to calm your nerves. You could hear him still cooking in the kitchen, so you left him to it. You sat at the head of the bed, flipping on the television as you waited for him. When he was finished, he joined you with two plates of food, handing you one and sitting down with the other.

"Thank you."

It was strained, forced. You wanted to be able to feel sorry for yourself for just a little while longer. You felt disposable, like if things hadn't of worked out with you, he'd be going back to someone else. It was a lot to handle mentally, so you tried to swallow those feelings for another time. You were planning to eat dinner and go to bed.

The tension was thick and awkward as you ate, the tv playing softly in the background. Neither of you tried to say anything—there was nothing to say. He'd said there was no one else and he lied. You'd go home and be just as alone as before, but he had a contingency plan waiting on him.

"Finished the living room. I'll work on the hall tomorrow." He was still stuck on renovating this stupid house when he had Beth waiting for him— you hated the jealous feeling that she gave you. You didn't even know her and you hated her.

"I'll finish the kitchen and start on the bathroom." You played nice because you didn't want to argue. You could hear the wind picking up, blowing branches into the side of the cabin. The blizzard was moving in quickly.

He offered to take your plate to the kitchen so you let him, turning the lamp out and climbing under the covers. You wanted to forget the day had happened—you'd try again tomorrow.

"You're going to bed?"

You shrugged, sitting up on your side when he came back into the room. You weren't tired, but the only thing that would solve your current issue was to sleep off the sting of heartache.

"I dunno. I just don't want to feel like shit anymore. I feel like you know you could have her and that's why you keep her around. Just in case. It crushes me to know you have someone waiting for you to pick them. It would do the same to you too." Your voice cracked and his face softened as he sat at the foot of the bed, his hands on your feet above the covers.

"There is no keeping her around. She's my neighbor. I gave her my number in case someone was lurking around my place and I was out of town. She took it too far. Beth isn't an option for me, sugar. I'm sorry I've made you feel this way. But you're the only person that I want. I shouldn't have lied to you. But she wasn't going to stop. I'm sorry," he rubbed your legs and you sat up completely, letting him take you in his arms. You wanted to curl up in a ball and feel sorry for yourself but he wouldn't let you, not if he could help it.

"I don't like being jealous. The thought of someone else having you makes me crazy," you didn't want to think about Beth or any other woman putting their hands on him.

"Imagine how I feel knowing I'm the only person who's ever had you. It's more than jealousy; it's something I'm not very proud of," he admitted. It was nice to hear him vulnerable, to finally come clean about some of the things he kept to himself.

"I feel it too. I just love you so much Aaron. I never wanted to let you go," you hugged his neck, and he nuzzled into yours, kissing your skin lightly.

"And I love you. I'm so sorry baby. I think you're the most perfect person in the world, did you know that?" You shook your head and he kissed your cheek, his nose brushing yours lovingly before he kissed your lips.

"You are so gorgeous, so kind. So very sweet. And you smell like sugar cookies. I've missed that smell. I found a candle for my room that smells just like this and when I really miss you, I light it while I work."

You were stunned because it was one of the sweetest things you'd ever heard. It showed that he'd missed you just as much as you did him. He could've had her, but instead, he had a candle that he burned when he missed you.

"That's really sweet. I love that."

He inhaled deeply, as if he were trying to memorize the way the room smelled; he let his eyes close for a moment, resting his forehead against yours.

"I'm not as strong as you. Being alone was no good for me," he admitted, and you could only hold him tighter because you wished more than anything that you could've been there for him.

"I don't want you to be alone. But selfishly, I want to be the only person you need," you replied, earning a low chuckle from him in response. He pulled back to look at you, his hand cupping your cheek.

"You have no idea how many nights I dreamed about you. Too many. I always wanted to be right here. It's this damn job—I can't stay away from it no matter how hard I try."

You understood his dilemma. He'd always be tied to his job and you knew that now—you'd just have to make it work if you wanted to be with him this time.

"I know. You're good at what you do, and there are people out there that need you. Just don't forget that I need you too, okay? You get so focused that you forget about the people around you," you hoped it was different now that he was out of the field, but you knew how quickly he could be pulled back in. It had only taken a day the first time he left you.

"I promise you things will be different. Do you know how much faster my days will go by knowing that I get to come back home to you?" He squeezed you tight, kissing you softly right below your ear. It was tender, made you shiver.

"Mine too. I'm freelancing again," he kissed your neck, his hands around your waist.

"Penelope told me. Originally I wasn't going to call you—I was just going to show up here and beg you to talk to me, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted to hear your voice. I was still so shaken up from thinking something terrible had happened to you and I just—"

He kissed you hard, swirling his tongue around yours. His hands crept beneath the fabric of your t-shirt to land on your sides, brushing them delicately with his fingertips.

"You don't know how badly I wanted you back. It's all I could think about. The whole drive up here, all I could think about was the first week here, how we hardly got anything done," you knew by his tone that he had the same plans this time around. You'd already been more productive than last time; you hadn't even touched the paint the first time around.

"All we did was try for a baby! Like ten times a day," you cackled, making him laugh along with you.

"We can try again. Who knows, maybe it'll work this time," he was slipping off your shirt, massaging your shoulders. His hands were giant, so you always thought they felt better than any normal hands. He could work all of the kinks out of you without even trying.

"Baby fever already?" You questioned, leaning back on your palms, so he could toy with your nipples, taking turns with them in his mouth, his tongue flicking lightly at them.

"It's a side effect of being around you too long. All I can think about is that crib in the bedroom and pumping you full of cum until you're pregnant," his words struck like fire between your legs, so you pulled him forward to lay on top of you, kissing him feverishly. He met your lips with urgency, tossing his own shirt to the floor so he could feel you on his skin. He was warm, and it only radiated and transferred to you as he crawled up your body.

"You're sure? If you are, we can start right now," you grinned, and he nodded profusely before guiding your sweatpants down your legs.

"I think that sounds like a great idea. We'll practice until we get it right," he was content just trying, giving himself over to you selflessly until you'd accomplished your intended goal. And if it didn't happen, he'd already made it clear that was okay too, and you'd figure out another way to become parents. He had it all figured out this time around, so you were going to let him take the reigns and lead you blindly into the temptation you'd been desperately seeking.

He pulled his own pajama pants off, his dick throbbing against the waistband of his boxers. You reached out to palm him through the fabric, earning a strained hiss in response. You tugged his boxers down so you could wrap your hands around his length, your wrist moving at a steady pace. He ceased all movement before meeting your hands with subtle thrusts, fucking your hand, his eyebrows pulled together tightly in concentration.

"So sexy," you whispered, tightening your grip on his member, which only made him go faster.

"Feels so good," he breathed, his hands on either side of your body, holding him up. You brought him forward slightly, using the tip of his dick to tease your slit. He inhaled sharply, just barely slipping into you. He slid out before he mimicked his actions, this time letting your walls clench around him as he filled you. You drug your nails down his back, making him slam into you; he was a sucker for your nails. He used to beg you to scrape them down his back, across his shoulders. Now you did it because you loved the reaction you got out of him, the light moans, the way he shivered against you.

"I hope you know how much I love you. I'm so glad you're back," he murmured against your cheek, whispering into your ear. You pulled him to meet your lips, his cock slowly gliding in and out of you. He was gentle, consuming. It was rare for him to slow down, fuck you gently; he was usually so rough and possessive.

"You promise you'll stay?" It came out more needy than you meant it, but he nodded anyway, at eye level with you.

"I promise, baby. I'm here as long as you'll have me."

You were shuddering moments later, letting him coax you through your orgasm as you wiggled against the mattress. He knew that you were powerless to him in any form, soft and sweet or full speed ahead, you couldn't help yourself. You loved every version of him that he'd give you.

"Please don't stop," his hips rolled into you agonizingly slow, the pressure building again as you gripped the sheets for stability. You could feel him pulsing inside of you, stretching you to take all of him.

"Needy girl," he breathed, sitting up slightly so he could watch himself fucking you. His hand moved to your clit, rubbing gently as he marked you as his own. You could see the crazed look in his eye, the determination to make you the most satisfied woman in the world.

"So needy, Aaron. I've never wanted anyone like this before," a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth, his hands pulling you into him. He was getting close, his heart thumping rapidly, his movements more jagged and reckless. He came hard, thick ribbons of cum sputtering into you. He made a satisfied hum as he pulled out of you and tucked your legs together, instructing you to turn around. You placed your feet on the headboard and watched curiously as he pulled his boxers up and joined you, laying down beside you.

"I want to sleep beside you tonight."

He'd moved to the couch the night before, but you'd been looking forward to sharing a bed with him.

"I was hoping you would. I want to cuddle," it wasn't long before you were readjusting to put your heads on the pillows, climbing under the covers. He turned out the lamp and you snuggled in close, your head resting on his shoulder.

"That storm is awful. I bet the power will be out by tomorrow," he said between yawns, your leg tossed over his as you laid at his side.

"I hope work can live without you," you kissed his cheek, happy that he was choosing you over being at home, where he'd still be able to make it into work.

"They'll be fine. I'd rather be here."

✨✨✨

When you woke, you were alone, his side of the bed already cold. You saw your clothes at the foot of the bed, already laid out for you. You got dressed, walking down the hall to find him in the dark, drinking coffee by the stove. The power was out and you could see the snow, several feet of it piled up high against the porch.

"I made coffee on the stove, come warm up," he invited you to the couch, a blanket over his lap. You climbed beneath it and watched him pour you a cup of coffee, his legs brushing yours under the covers. The power was out, so you'd have to use the stove for everything now.

"You look cozy," you told him, brushing his face with your hand. He leaned into your touch, Gesturing to the world beyond the front door.

"You better get cozy quick because we won't be leaving for a while. According to the weather, we're looking at about three more feet by Wednesday."

"You're kidding!!" You were going to be snowed in for at least another couple of days, and then the conditions of the road after would still be sketchy. You'd known you'd probably have to wait it out but it had been a pleasant surprise in plans at him being there.

"We'll be here for a couple of days at least. We have a closet full of board games. I checked— still there," he beamed back at you from behind your mug and you couldn't help but get excited; he turned into a kid again when you broke out Monopoly.

"I never moved anything. Everything is still here." You had a plethora of items for your future child; the crib, a rocking chair that his mother had given him that matched the crib perfectly. Not to mention a many of gender neutral outfits you just couldn't help but buy; you'd both been guilty of it when you first started trying for a baby. It was the room that you'd dreaded cleaning out the most, afraid of what sort of emotions it would stir up.

"Everything?" His eyebrows shot up as he remembered something, but you weren't sure what. He left the room and came back later with a black box that you'd long since forgotten about.

"Oh my god," you were shocked to say the least, because you'd bought it to use together and it had never even been opened. The little pink vibrator had been intimidating in your online cart for weeks before Aaron finally convinced you to buy it. He wanted to try it out on you, learn how to use it on you. You'd saved it for an especially sensual day, but it had gotten stuffed into a drawer and forgotten about.

"It's a shame we never got to use this." He opened the box, the pink toy still in its plastic molding.

"Why can't we? I brought extra batteries for my flashlight," you giggled, slightly nervous but it would go away quickly, especially if he was in charge; he built your confidence up so high that it was hard to be anxious around him.

"You still want to? You mean to tell me in the year we've been apart, you didn't buy another vibrator?"

You shook your head. When you got horny, your fingers did the trick just fine; you didn't need the help of a toy, but it couldn't hurt.

"I didn't need another. I just used my fingers," you replied, your voice more flirty than normal. You were itching to know what it felt like, to see Aaron using it on you. Your fingers always did the trick, but you were interested to find out how different the experience was.

"I'd like to see you cum using your fingers," he said softly, his hand on top of your thigh. You leaned back on one end of the couch and shrugged your pants off, leaving you naked from the waist down. He watched you closely as you brought your hand to your center, spreading your soaked lips apart to reveal your clit. You looked up at him, watching him lick his lips as your fingers got closer to your bundle of nerves.

"Show me how you do it when I'm not around," he instructed, sitting down his coffee so he could bring his full attention to you. You rubbed slowly, your mouth falling open slightly as you rubbed circles on your clit, arousal dripping from your fingers. You administered a light amount of pressure as you continued to touch yourself, moaning softly as you spread your legs open further. He slipped his fingers through your slick before licking them clean, making a satisfied hum at the way you tasted. You went faster, so close to an orgasm that your legs started to tremble. Seconds later, you found your release, relaxing into the cushions. You didn't have much time to recover before he was twisting the end of the vibrator and it buzzed to life.

"Can I play with you now? I can't wait to see how much you enjoy this," he started out by teasing, bringing it to both of your nipples until they were hard and puffy against the fabric of your t-shirt, peaking through. He trailed it down your stomach before using his hand to spread you open, settling the pointy, bullet shaped mechanism directly on your clit. The sensation rattled through you, overwhelming your body as you sat up on your elbows to watch.

"How does it feel?"

Truthfully you weren't sure how to explain it— it was like having all of his fingers on you at once, moving at lightning speed.

"It's like having your hands everywhere. It's strong but it feels good," he turned up the power, making you come undone almost instantly. You lurched forward, grabbing onto his shoulders as your body shook.

"Come ride me and we'll see what it feels like while you're getting fucked," he was already undressing, so you mounted his lap and wasted no time taking him inside of you—you were greatly anticipating being able to ride him. You began to rock back and forth before he placed the vibrator back onto your clit; it took you by surprise just how powerful it was, combined with his dick deep inside of you. You groaned, your hips moving faster than Aaron could keep up. You fucked him rough, bouncing on him wildly as his head sank into the cushions. He was letting you use him in the best way,grinding against him with a ferocity he'd never seen before. He held the vibrator in place and in seconds, you were soaking his member. You shook as you tried to recover, propping up on your knees so Aaron could raise his hips upwards, slamming into you from below. You could feel his dick pulsing with the buzz of the toy, stimulating the both of you as he fucked you.

You slid back down on his member, taking back over for him when his legs started to get tired. You'd never get tired of bouncing on top of him, watching him crumble below you, struggling to keep his eyes open. You sat down on him and let him feel you completely as he came hard, letting the vibrator buzz on the couch as it fell from his grasp. You quickly shut it off so you could lean forward and kiss him, your mind blown at how good you felt. It was an indescribable feeling, it made you feel bound to him. Everything sexual you'd experienced so far had been with him, and you knew he didn't take it for granted.

"You really want me back? After all this time?" His voice cut through your thoughts; his words were laced with doubt, uncertainty.

"I don't want anyone else, Aaron."

He hugged you tightly, his chest against yours. You could feel the rise and fall of his breathing against you, his hands on the small of your back. It wasn't uncommon for him to feel insecure, and after the journey you'd been through, you were skeptical at first too, but now you felt more at home than ever, even with the power out.

"Let's move to the bed. I'll grab Clue," it was one of his favorite games to beat you at, so you wrapped up in your robe and waited for him on the bed. He was distracting in his tight black boxers, laying across from you on the bed, but you listened intently as he briefly explained the rules and you started the game. He was a lot better at solving the mysteries than you were, easily winning the first couple of games. He got truly competitive when you pulled out Monopoly, sitting up so he could put all of his focus into the game.

"Do not pass go, sorry babe! You have to go to jail," he tried not to be excited at you losing the game but he couldn't help it, the competitiveness in him was reeling at how bad you were doing. Not only did he have all of the railroads, he had Park Place and The Boardwalk, giving him a hefty advantage from the beginning.

"This is no fair! You have all my money!"

His howl of laughter as he rolled doubles only grew louder as he put hotels on Park Place, making the rent even more outrageous than it had been before. You were screwed if you landed on it, and the game would be over.

"If I win, you have to cook dinner," he wagered, and you rolled your eyes before agreeing to his terms. There was no way you were going to beat him now.

"Well I'll definitely be cooking," the odds were not in your favor as you rolled the dice, trying to roll doubles to get out of jail. It didn't work, so you handed him the dice and let him work his magic. The lights flickered before staying on completely, which meant you could blow out all of the candles you'd lit. It was late in the afternoon, nearly dinner time. The power had been out the majority of the day.

"It's a sign that we should take a dinner break," he rolled off the bed and you followed him to the kitchen. You settled on an easy meal, a frozen pizza, setting the timer and joining him on the couch. It was starting to get dark outside but all you could see was specks of white flying around, covering every surface outside. You'd never seen such a bad storm, and you were thankful you'd ended up not being alone for the duration of it.

"After I beat you, we can put on our show," he took your hand, kissing the back of it. You touched his face for a moment, tapping the end of his nose with your finger. He scrunched his face up, breaking out into a smile as he leaned forward to take you in his arms.

"I'm one turn away from losing," you reminded him, because every property coming up would bankrupt you further. You'd already had to sell your properties to be able to pay rent on Aaron's spaces.

"We can try again tomorrow," he giggled, the oven timer clicking in the background as you sat in front of the fire. You'd imagined a lifetime worth of nights on that lumpy old couch, letting the fire warm your skin as you just enjoyed each other's company. It felt surreal now, being back with him. It felt like the storm outside had been brewed up so you could settle your differences during it and come out new people afterwards.

The pizza was finished, so you put some on a plate and returned to your game. You managed to survive a few more turns while you ate dinner, laughing as he finally beat you at the game. You sorted all of the pieces while he bragged about his victory, reminding you who always won when you played games. He was just so good at them, you were bound to lose.

"Want to watch something scary?" He was already under the covers, flipping through the channels. You put Monopoly back in the closet and joined him, his arm flying up for you to crawl underneath. You let him choose a slasher film, and he turned out the lamp so you'd be more scared. The scarier the film, the more you needed him; he liked the way you gripped his arms when something terrified you, or the way you hid in his shirt at the parts that left you dying of anticipation.

"You pick these just so I'll be in your lap most of the time," he chuckled before laying down on your chest, kissing your collarbone. His fingertips grazed the skin above your waist and, tickling you lightly.

"Honestly, I love watching you jump. But I do like that it brings me close to you," he only kind of liked horror films. He liked the scare factor, but you watched a lot of thrillers. He enjoyed the twists and turns, the kind of movies that made you think. You could almost guarantee he hadn't watched much television in the last year apart; he never did before. You got him started, and he'd only watch it with you, anything you picked.

"We didn't do any painting today," you sighed, half the house still uncompleted. You had a sinking feeling that it would never be finished because something would happen, and you'd end up alone in it again.

"We'll work on it tomorrow. We'll finish the kitchen and work on the hall and the bathroom," he confirmed, maneuvering until he was laying between your legs, his head mostly on your stomach.

"What color should we use in here?"

He shrugged, looking up at you. You brought your hand to his hair, raking your fingers through it lightly. It could put him to sleep if you did it long enough, the gentle scratch of your nails against his skin.

"I like the gray," his voice was hazy, sleepy, and his eyes were already closing, so you scooted down, laying on the pillow while he situated on your chest once more. You flipped the tv to something a little more cheerful and let him fall asleep on your chest. You weren't tired yet, so you watched tv and thought about the man at your side, what he'd been through in the last year. You wondered if it had been half as difficult for him, the self loathing, the bitterness. Had he turned even colder as a result of losing you? You'd never know, but you were curious as to how it had affected his behavior around other people.

You wondered if your absence had left a sting as harsh as his. You'd spent the first week drinking, sitting in the floor of what would've been the nursery, mourning a life that you'd never have. It wasn't until an apartment came open by Penelope that you decided to get out of there, even though you'd used most of your savings to buy the cabin in the first place. You'd gotten it for a steal because it needed a lot of work cosmetically, but you didn't care. You had both loved it from the minute you stepped foot on the porch. You knew it would be your forever home when the realtor told you there was a cash offer and you both instantly agreed to counteroffer, giggling as the realtor got on the phone and set to work.

It was warm out, the dress you wore barely hitting the middle of your thigh. It clung to your skin from the humidity, but it was significantly cooler in the mountains where you currently were. You were looking at one final house, a fixer upper that your realtor had insisted you see. Aaron was curious but he'd never admit it, following behind the realtor in his car, his thumb tapping at the steering wheel. When she pulled onto an unmarked road and you drove for another mile, your interest was officially piqued, and so was his.

"Can you imagine living this far out? No one to hear how loud you are," he laughed, and you were going to respond with something sarcastic until you spied the cabin, set in the middle of the woods, a porch and small tool shed off to the side.

"Look at this place," you ogled, stepping out of the car before he had a chance to respond. You were swiftly catching up with the realtor, who was eager to show you the property.

"It comes with roughly four acres which is more than plenty for the two of you," she said sweetly, showing you where the property line ended on all sides before showing you into the house.

"It could use some updating but there's plenty of room for potential," she said cheerfully, and you watched Aaron eye the wood stove curiously before he finally asked about it.

"The previous owner is willing to teach the new owner how to maintain it properly so you don't have to use the unit. If you end up buying, I'll put you in contact with him."

You went down the hall to check out the bedrooms. There were 2, a smaller one that was still fairly open and spacious, and the larger one across the hall from the bathroom. You liked the amount of space it offered, the seclusion. You especially liked the claw foot tub and the shower on the opposite wall in the bathroom, and the twin sinks.

Aaron met you in the hall, tugging you into the empty bedroom.

"They're asking half of the market price. This place is incredible."

You nodded in agreement, buzzing energetically about buying a home with him.

"I love it. We should make an offer," you told him, and he broke into a smile.

"We already did. I heard the squeal you made when you saw the bathroom and I knew it was the one," he kissed you quickly, pulling you back into the living room to talk specifics with the realtor. By the time you left that day, you were homeowners. You still had a few weeks until you closed officially, which gave you time to pack up Aaron's apartment and get everything in order for his retirement. You thought you were dreaming when he told you it was time for him to slow down. You had only told him that you needed to hold off on starting a family until he was out of the field, and a week later he decided he was done forever.

It was an incredible feeling, him leaving his life's work to start a life with you. You felt like the most special person in the world, because you were the only woman alive to have him for yourself. His ex wife had passed tragically and the sting would always be there, ever present in his daily life, but he had finally given up on being lonely and let you make him happy.

You had dozed off, waking only when the sharp snap of a branch outside startled you. Aaron was next to you, laying flat on his back. You lazily tossed your leg over him and moved closer, soaking up his warmth. He sighed heavily in his sleep, turning his head to the side so he could kiss your forehead in his sleep.

"I love you sugar," he murmured, barely audible as he rolled onto his side to cuddle you.

"I love you," you kissed his cheek, letting him hold you in the darkness. He was awake now, his hands rubbing your sides to warm you up.

"You're cold, baby. C'mere," he pulled off his t-shirt and let you lay against his bare chest. You were always shocked by how quickly he could warm you up, making you cozy in no time. Your bodies were pressed closely together, his breath prickling goosebumps onto your neck. You let his hands wander in the darkness until they were under your shirt, fingertips tweaking your nipples lightly. You inhaled sharply before grinding your backside against his crotch, his own hips bucking back into yours like a reflex. He squeezed your ass before he slid his pants down, freeing himself from his boxers. You rolled over so you could stroke him, his dick already hard in your hand. He let out a breathy groan when your hand tightened around him, tugging gently before you pushed your own pants down and climbed on top of him. You wordlessly slid onto him, his hands dragging your hips down swiftly, because he was needy, desperate to feel you.

"You're the only person that can make me this horny in the middle of the night," he mused as you started to grind against him, working his dick effortlessly. It came naturally to you, wanting to please him in every possible way.

"I want you all the time baby," you confessed, and it was the truth; you were always ready and eager for him. No matter how infuriating, how stubborn, he could reduce you to a puddle in seconds, and you'd willingly hand yourself over to him. You reached the first of several orgasms riding him, his cock at the perfect angle inside of you, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot.

"All time time, huh? Maybe next time I can wake you up with my mouth," he purred, and your brain went fuzzy at the thought of him using his mouth on you while you were sleeping next to him, waking up to an orgasm sounded heavenly.

"Whenever you want, I'm yours," you promised him, letting him fill you as he sputtered into you, his hands holding tight to your waist. He held you in place, only letting go once he had given you every last drop of him. He let you slip back into bed next to him before he went to check the stove, leaving you alone in the bed. Once he was back, his body sought yours out, the both of you naked under the covers. You managed to fall back asleep quickly, dreaming of your very first night in the cabin.

"That was the last box. Everything is officially inside," he said proudly as he closed the door behind him, your box of kitchen plates in his arms. You had already started unpacking the kitchen, since it was the easiest room to do. You managed to get half of the dishes and food put away while he was carrying things in.

"Kitchen is almost done," you told him, taking the box so you could put away the plates. He went down the hall so he could work on the bedroom. You finished quickly, so you went to help him organize the bedroom. He was halfway done when you stepped into the room, starting to pack away clothes in the closet on your side of the room. You set your music to shuffle and worked as the music played, the room quiet except for the song that was playing. He seemed to be excited about settling in somewhere new, starting a new journey with you. You were thrilled to be living with him officially; you'd stayed at his old apartment a lot, but technically you still lived separately before now.

"I'm glad we chose this place," he said finally, crossing his arms as he looked around the room. It suited you both well, the slow lifestyle you were looking to adopt to now that he was retired. It was the perfect place for the two of you to settle down and start a family together.

"Me too. It already feels like home," you replied, crossing the room to hug him tightly. The rest of your things could wait— right now all you cared about was making sure he knew how happy you were to be starting fresh with him.

"Anywhere you are feels like home to me, sugar," he kissed the top of your head sweetly before his hands were scooping you up, tossing you on the bed. You barely had time to react before he was towering over you, your hands held tightly in the grasp of one of his, secured above your head.

"Let's break this bed in properly," he cooed, your dress rising up past your thighs as he worked to tug down your panties. You lifted your hips to help him, still pinned to the bed as he unclasped his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. He stepped out of them, teasing your aching center with the tip of his dick before he pushed into you, slowly, delicately, as if you were the most precious thing he'd ever touched.

"You're soaked, sweet girl. I would've fucked you sooner if I knew you'd been soaking your panties all morning," he began to pump in and out of you, and you tried to wiggle out of his grasp before you realized he was too strong for you.

"Where are you going baby? You don't need your hands right now," you laid still so he could continue fucking you into the mattress, the echo of your bodies slamming against one another bouncing off the walls as you whimpered under him. You were close, your eyes half lidded as he pounded into you. As soon as you came, he let go of your hands, letting you hold on tight to the fabric of his shirt. He spilled into you with a shudder, rubbing your wrists where his hands had been, kissing them tenderly before he let go.

"Did I hurt you?"

You shook your head, pulling him down to kiss him before he slid out of you, grabbing a towel to clean you up with before he pulled his pants back on.

"No, not at all. You should keep me still more often," you replied, pulling your dress down so you could help him finish the bedroom.

"I want to try so many things with you," he said softly, his back turned away from you as he unpacked, but you still heard him.

"We'll try them all and then some," you assured him, filled with excitement at letting him be the first to ravage your body, to have you in such a sensitive way. You trusted him more than you ever had anyone else, and he'd never let you regret it.

✨✨✨

You blinked your eyes a few times, trying to pull yourself from slumber. You froze instantly when you felt his fingers spreading you open so he could attach his lips to your clit, flicking lightly as he tried to wake you up. Your hands rooted into his hair and you could practically feel the smirk teasing his lips. He lapped at you hungrily, insatiably, making you toss one of your legs over his shoulders as you spread yourself open for him, giving him total access to your soaking wet core. You whined at the sensation, alerting him that you were awake, which only made him speed things up, his fingers teasing your slit. You could barely see the cracks of light peeking through the window, so it was still early.

"Good morning, sweetheart," he purred, slipping a finger into your dripping wet center. He pulled the blanket down, giving you the faintest view of his silhouette in the darkness, laying between your legs like you were some sort of trophy for him to admire.

"Good morning," you moaned back, barely able to choke out the words. You stifled a moan when he slipped in another finger, sucking wildly at your clit while fucking you with his fingers. You felt the wave of pleasure rock your body as you came, gasping for air as he crawled on top of you.

"I wish you could see yourself like this," he muttered before he slid into you, cursing lightly as he bottomed out inside of you. It gave you an idea that you'd be sure to mention to him later, giving him the power to fuck you on camera so you could go back and watch it together. The thought alone turned you on immensely, seeing yourself spread open for him, the ego boost it would give him to watch you get fucked by him on a screen. You knew immediately he'd be interested in the idea, so you made a mental note to bring it up to him later.

The bed creaked under your weight as he woke you up properly; if anything, it was foreshadowing to how the rest of the day would turn out. Once he started, he just couldn't get enough, and you'd been apart for so long that he felt he had so much to make up for. It had been a year of no touching, only pleasuring yourselves. Now that he was back in your life, he'd never let you feel untouched again; his hands being on your body was one of his favorite things in the world. You'd never felt so desired, like something so sacred to him he wanted to constantly be near you.

"Please don't stop," you managed to cry out, so close to your release that you were nearly sat straight up, clenched so tightly around him you weren't sure how he was still sliding out of you.

"You feel so incredible, no way I could stop," he told you, pushing your legs further back to sit nearly on your chest as he folded you up. You came almost instantly, shouting his name as you shook. With another expertly timed thrust, he was coming deep inside of you, pulling you into him so you could be filled up with his sticky cum. The sun was finally making its appearance through an overcast sky, barely shining through the window as he looked down at you.

"I don't know what you've done to me. I'm so horny all the time, I feel like a teenager," he groaned jokingly, rubbing your thighs as he straightened your legs out.

"God, me too. Maybe it's because we spent a year without each other."

"A year of fucking my fist got old quick," he joked as he crawled next to you, leaning up against the headboard.

"You're telling me. I have a really hard time having an orgasm alone so it was really frustrating."

He listened intently, making you feel heard. He knew that before you met him, you'd never had an orgasm. You'd tried, but it just never happened for you. That quickly changed after a month of getting to know him; one night he'd offered to show you how to do it and you'd gotten carried away swiftly after, his tongue showing you exactly what you'd been missing. Once he knew he was the first and only man to pleasure you with his mouth, he went into a frenzy, going down on you multiple times in one night simply because he couldn't get enough of you.

"You can cum by yourself if I'm watching, though. I've seen it," he replied cheekily, referring to the day prior when you'd put on a show for him. It had intimidated you for a second but you quickly realized you had nothing to be afraid of, he'd never judge or criticize you, only obsess.

"It was easier with you watching than when I'm alone because you kept me turned on. I have to do it myself when I'm alone and it's hard to concentrate on that many things," you explained, and then he offered a helpful solution to your dilemma.

"Have you tried porn?"

You shook your head, but you'd always been intrigued by it. You just never had the guts to watch it alone; the idea of watching it with him made you squirm.

"I don't even know what I'd watch."

He pulled out his phone and leaned into you, pulling up a site you couldn't believe he knew how to navigate. You watched with wide eyes as he found the category page and let you browse through them, seeing if anything caught your eye.

"What do you watch?" You wondered if he'd actually tell you or if he'd be embarrassed and say that he didn't; you knew for a fact anyone that could work a website that well had seen their fair share of naked women.

"Um, just women mostly. I don't like seeing other guys in porn. Kind of ruins it for me. Besides, women are more fun to watch," you were thoroughly shocked that he was so open with you, but you appreciated his honesty. Besides, they were actresses, paid to be sexy for a living, and he didn't know them, so you weren't exactly jealous, just really intrigued.

"Show me," you handed the phone back to him and he raised an eyebrow before scrolling through some videos in his preferred category. He didn't just choose the first video he saw, he scrolled through until he found one he thought you'd like and clicked on it, making the screen bigger. They were still fully clothed, but you watched eagerly, because it stirred up feelings inside of you that were unfamiliar. You were more than slightly turned on as he held the phone out so you could both see. You were tucked underneath his arm, watching two blonde girls flirt furiously with one another. You couldn't help but notice how attractive they were, choosing a favorite immediately. You were captivated with the women on the screen, but Aaron couldn't stop looking at you.

"It'll get good, just give it time," he said softly, his eyes trained on your naked body. Even with two women about to fuck on the screen, he would rather look at you. They began to undress one another, a wet patch already on one girls panties as she stripped down. Your own pussy was throbbing, but you held off on touching yourself just yet. You were waiting on the two girls on the screen to actually start doing something other than making out.

"Do you want to keep watching or should I find something else?" It had just began to get interesting. Your favorite was naked, sprawled out on the bed as the other woman positioned herself between her legs.

"We can watch this," you breathed, holding your breath as she began to lick and suck at her clit. The video switched to a more close up view, her pussy on full display as the other girl spread her open. You'd always thought porn was just acting but you could tell both women were aroused; your favorite blonde's pussy was clenching around nothing, eagerly anticipating the other girls mouth.

"Does this turn you on? It's okay if it doesn't," instead of answering, you grabbed his free hand and guided it to your own center so he could feel for himself the mess you were making on the bedsheets.

"It definitely does," you told him as he replaced his hand with your own, urging you to touch yourself.

"Don't be shy, baby. You're soaked," he was thoroughly amused with how much you were enjoying it, so you brought your fingers to your clit and you were instantly sighing in relief as you began to touch yourself. You watched her lean down and kiss your favorite woman's pussy, her tongue slowly slipping through her slick folds. You were just as wet, your fingers slippery as you pleasured yourself.

"I didn't know it would be so hot, watching other girls touch each other," you admitted, although you were the only one watching the screen. Aaron's concentration was on your center, his cock throbbing as he watched you touch yourself.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of. Do you think you can cum from watching porn? I'm not going to touch you, even though I really want to," he wanted to to cum on your own, so he handed you the phone and he moved to the foot of the bed, where he had a better view of you. You watched his eyes trail up your legs, spread wide open.

"I think so. You're not watching?" He shook his head, nodding towards you.

"I'd rather watch you, sweetheart. This was all about learning your body, remember? Making sure you know how to take care of yourself in case I'm not around," his voice was strained as he tugged as his cock, the tip leaky with precum already, red and angry as he stroked himself. He was sexier than anything on the screen, so you sat the phone down and focused all of your attention on him.

"Maybe I just need a video of us, because I'd rather watch you," you told him, earning a strangled moan in response. He sat up slightly so he could see you better, tugging your legs further apart by your ankles.

"That's it baby, show me every inch of you. You're so fucking sexy," he went faster and so did you, so close to release that you were gritting your teeth, your body felt as light as air.

"I need you to cum, Aaron," you said desperately, knowing that his own release would send you hurdling over the edge quickly. All you could think about was watching him cum into his hand, making a mess all over his stomach, and helping him clean it up afterwards. He let his thumb ghost over the tip of his cock, squeezing tightly around his member as he groaned, shooting cum all over his stomach and thigh. You cried out, overwhelmed by your orgasm and the sight before you, because you'd never seen him so raw, so purely sensual. You both calmed down some, panting for breath, looking at one another with smiles plastered to your faces.

"You're filthy and I'm corrupting you," he laughed, holding his hands out for you to take. You pulled him towards you, so he'd crawl back to the head of the bed with you.

"Not really. I'm a willing participant," you reminded him, leaning into him. You didn't sit for long, because you had your mind set to one thing, and it was finishing the kitchen. You stood suddenly, grabbing an old t-shirt from the closet and a pair of sweatpants so you could get dressed.

"Please don't tell me we're painting already," he groaned, and you nodded, heading towards the kitchen so you could make coffee. The snow had stopped, now all you had to do was wait for it to clear up enough to be drivable. He joined you in the kitchen right after, wearing an old t-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts.

"Coffee, and then we'll start," you told him, pouring you both a cup as he sat at the bar. You still had half the kitchen left to paint, along with the rest of the house.

"We'll easily get finished in here today. Maybe once the weather clears up, we can go shopping. Update this place a little," he offered, and you happily agreed, knowing the couch was long overdue to be replaced. It had been in his apartment for ages before you showed up, and you could really use a new one.

"I don't know if you're interested, but I have a bed much bigger than this one at my apartment," you said, and he shook his head behind his mug.

"Do you know how many memories we've made in that bed? I've had that bed for like, 6 years now," he defended, but you put your hand up to stop him.

"6 years, which means I'm not the only woman who's been in this bed, so we need a new one."

He didn't argue, but you could tell he wasn't happy about letting go of it. You weren't sure if it was the fact that he'd shared the bed with Haley, or if some other forced tied him to it, but regardless, he was pissed at the idea of getting rid of it. He went off to paint the hall without another word, so you turned your music on and worked on finishing the kitchen. He didn't speak a word until well after lunch, when he was finished.

"Gonna start on the bathroom," he called, grabbing a new color of paint, rinsing his paintbrush at the sink. You could tell he was annoyed, but you couldn't figure out why exactly.

"Are you mad at me?"

You weren't sure why he would be, but he shrugged anyway, looking over his shoulder at you.

"I'm not mad. I'm just annoyed that we've been back together for three days and you're already controlling everything," your heart sank because that hadn't been your intention at all. You didn't feel controlling, if anything, you were just trying to help by bringing up a newer, bigger bed.

You stayed quiet, unsure of what to say. Instead, you let him go back down the hall to paint.

You finished the kitchen around 4pm, the clouds darkening outside. You started working on dinner, because Aaron was still painting. You wanted to talk to him but you didn't want to upset him any further, so you kept yourself busy, breading and frying chicken on the stove. You cleaned as you cooked so there was less mess to pick up, your phone breaking the silence for the first time in days. It was Penelope.

"Hotch is with you?!"

She didn't offer a greeting, she was just shocked.

"We're snowed in, Penelope. He came up to help but it's a lot to explain," you didn't want to give her the details just yet, so you were as vague as possible.

"Are you okay? Is he being nice?"

"I'm okay. We're fine. No worries," you assured her, although your voice threatened to give you away, because you were very worried; you'd just gotten back together but you were already arguing over the same small issues as before.

"I refuse to believe that. You—you don't sound happy," she said carefully, but you assured her all was well so you could get off the phone. You hung up, cautious not to burn dinner, but still verging on tears. You'd never tried to be controlling, he'd never said anything like that before, so if it was an issue, you didn't know until now.

You finished dinner, going down the hall to find Aaron. He wasn't in the bathroom, but rather in the bedroom you'd chosen for the nursery, going through the several outfits and toys you'd bought for the baby that never arrived.

"I made dinner."

He held up a little yellow onesie for you to see, his gaze averted to the floor.

"What should we do with this stuff?"

His voice faltered for a moment as he looked around the room, baby items everywhere. You'd avoided coming in here so you didn't get sad, but Aaron had given you no choice.

"I thought we were keeping it," you were afraid of upsetting him further, so you spoke with care, afraid of pissing him off any more.

"What's the point? Do you honestly think we'll ever have a baby?"

You could see the tears staining his face, and you weren't sure how to approach the situation. He'd only cried once before over Haley, and part of you suspected that was his issue now: the past.

"I want to," you placed a comforting hand on his back only for him to shrug you away, taking a jolting step forward away from you.

"Who are we kidding, Y/n! We can't just move in here and have a baby! This place isn't just going to solve our issues," he was shouting, so you took a step back towards the door to escape his fury.

"You—you don't want to fix things?" You felt stupid for getting your hopes up yet again, because he'd only ever disappoint you. He'd make you feel incredible and then tear you down right after. You couldn't believe you'd let him back in so easily when he was still the same: selfish, cold when he was angry, always trying to push you away. You weren't going to try to convince him; if he was serious, you'd just let him go back home, and continue life without him. It would be hard a second time, but not impossible.

"We're in over our heads. We thought this place would save a relationship we don't even have anymore."

"How can you say that?! How do you go from being so caring, so loving, to this? We were fine a couple of hours ago until I suggested getting rid of that stupid bed—"

That set him off.

"That bed is all I have left of the woman I loved! I got rid of everything else when you came along—you're not taking the bed too." He added a certain bitter tone to his words, making the tears spill over before you had a chance to stop them.

"I didn't know, Aaron. I'm sorry." You left the room and shut yourself in the bathroom, locking the door behind you. You could hear him mumbling about wanting to go home, how he couldn't wait to get back to the city, and that only made you cry harder. It was all crumbling in front of your eyes a second time, and you couldn't control any of it.

You struggled to breathe, gasping for air as you clutched the bathroom sink, your vision blurry and your head pounding. You didn't start to freak out until you couldn't catch your breath, hyperventilating as you put your head between your legs, trying to calm down.

You still couldn't breathe.

You stood up, coughing loudly as you tried to get air into your lungs, running water at the sink, splashing your face. You could hear Aaron pounding on the door, asking if you were okay. You wouldn't have let him in if you weren't terrified, but you still couldn't breathe, and you couldn't figure out why.

He came in, sitting you down on the toilet as he begged you to calm down; your sobs had gotten caught up in your throat and sucked all the air from your lungs.

"Please, sugar, you gotta calm down, okay? Come here," you scrambled into his arms, taking a deep breath as you tried to calm yourself. After a few minutes of him rubbing your back, rocking you back and forth on the ground, you were doing better, still not fully recovered, but you were breathing normally.

"I'm sorry about the bed," you said weakly, wiping the tears from your eyes before they could fall.

"I don't care about the bed. I just want to make sure you're alright, baby. I'm the one who should be apologizing. I got emotional about a baby and took it out on you over the bed and I'm sorry."

He wasn't the only one emotional about a baby. You'd prayed so many nights for a child that he'd never know, praying for the family you longed for. You knew the universe would never let it happen unless the two of you really got your shit together.

"We can't keep doing this. Either decide to stay or let me sell this place."

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— GETO SUGURU || RELY ON ME

↳ featuring : geto suguru from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mention of murder, grammar issues and spoilers for non-manga readers

↳ spoiler warnings : chapter 65-79 spoilers

↳ form : imagine

↳ published : 19 january

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 1.8k

↳ request : Hello, I love your Cafe! I was wondering if I could possibly request headcanons or a scenario about a female jujutsu sorcerer who can sense emotions and starts hanging out with Geto a lot right after everything with Riko happened to try to help him mentally and maybe they start dating after they get closer?

↳ barista’s notes : once again, barista violettelueur is back again with another imagine and today it is staring geto suguru ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ and the next one pending will be for KUGISAKI NOBARA ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆ right now, it is 2am but i had a nap earlier, so i can’t get back to sleep even though my online classes start at 9:10....hahahaha ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ but other than that, i hope you enjoy you cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and please come again soon!

“Don’t you think you’re being a bit too clingy with me?”

Slyly shifting your eyes to the side, you began to gape at the tall sorcerer right beside you, as he continued to move forward to wherever he was going - to be honest, he didn’t even know himself.

“And do you have a problem with that? I don’t see you pushing me away,” you teasingly commented as you let out a little giggle trying to lighten up the sombre atmosphere that was clouding around you and Geto at this current moment in time.

Unbeknownst to your classmate, you could feel the suffocating pressure that he was carrying in his heart, suffocating to the point where you were nearly choking onto the curse energy that you were sensing. However, you couldn’t blame him at all for feeling this way all.

Ever since the assassination of the Star Plasma Vessel, Geto couldn’t help but feel a sense of heavy guilt surrounding him after the killing of Amanai Riko and with the situation of Gojo becoming stronger than he had anticipated, Geto started to feel more isolated than ever.

Well, he would've if it wasn’t for your constant presence.

To be completely honest, Geto was perplexed on what type of sorcerer you were. You never really revealed what your cursed technique was to anyone but knew you were extremely skilled with cursed weapons and tools, to the point where you were able to embed your curse energy and create your own through craftsmanship as a talented armourer. However, he was still intrigued by what you were naturally skilled at.

“Y/N, what type of sorcerer are you?” Geto asked in a curious tone leading you to halt for a quick second, as you began to think about what you could answer to the sorcerer who was now directly in front of you.

How could you answer?

Actually, were you even allowed to answer?

Even though it seemed useless to some sorcerers, your curse technique was the ability to sense the emotions of humans, curses and sorcerers and though it seemed to be simple, your technique was an extremely rare ability due to your whole existence used to help reduce the number of curses being formed - you were fundamentally the possible sole solution of the extinction of curses, especially ones that could develop into special grade curses.

However, you weren’t allowed to inform Geto that let alone anyone else that you known of. You were informed by Yaga sensei as well as the higher-ups to not tell anyone about it.

“I’m just a weapons specialist Suguru, I thought you already knew that,” you answered with a smile on your face, as you walked closer to catch up with him before linking your arm with his to keep him close to you leading to the intense curse energy around you to lighten its hold on you slighty causing a small but noticeable smile to form on your face.

“I’m not as strong as you, but I know how to deal with people, so rely on me a bit more aye?” you rhetorically asked as you began to drag Geto to wherever you wanted, needing to make sure he was going to be alright and nothing was going to happen to him later on.

Surprised, Geto couldn’t help but stare at the back of your head with widened eyes as he continued to let you take him to where you wanted to take him. Geto didn’t know why but he couldn’t help but draw a tiny smile on his face as he also let out a light laugh.

“Yeah, I rely on you a bit more often Y/N”

ꕥ

“Then we should just kill all non-shamans”

Widening your eyes in complete horror, you suddenly became frozen as you stood beside the doorway that would lead you to the very conversation that Geto and special-grade sorcerer Tsukumo Yuki were having right now.

Leaning your body against the wall, you tried to balance yourself as the feeling in your legs slowly began to give away with the intentions of not wanting to make any noise of revealing that you were eavesdropping the horrific statement your friend had suddenly made.

‘Kill all non-shamans, is he crazy?’

“Geto-kun, that’s a decent plan,” Yuki mentioned causing you to turn your head to the side of the entrance with pure shock as her comment was not helping with the situation at all, as well as the intense amount of antagonistic curse energy that was practically choking you at this point leading to the feeling of your throat agonisingly closing up due to the extreme field of negative emotions that was being manifested between the two strong sorcerers.

“However, there is no need for that when we have L/N around,” Yuki suddenly mentioned, causing Geto to look at her with confusion to which lead her to continue with her explanation by saying, “well her curse technique is extremely powerful since she can sense emotions and that lead to the reduction of curses being formed, haven’t you notice the lack of mission you been sent on recently?”.

Thinking about her question, Geto couldn’t help but suddenly realise that Yuki was correct at the fact that he had been on little to no missions recently. Was it because of you? Curse technique that can sense emotions? Was that why you have been by his side for quite some time?

“Even though Gojo is the reason why there is a balance in the world, L/N is the reason why there is peace you know, but that’s a story for another time,” Yuki huffed as she suddenly got up from the seat before placing on her leather jacket. “I gotta thank her though, she is the reason why I get to go aboard so many times, maybe I should take her to Paris as a ‘thank you’ gift?” Yuki questioned herself while pointing her chin with her index finger to emphasise her thoughts before coming to the sudden realisation of something.

“You never told me your answer to my question,” Yuki mentioned with a small pout, leading to Geto looking at the woman with a bewildered expression on his face leading to her to then ask, “what kind of woman is your type?”.

Looking at the special grade sorcerer with a blank expression, he couldn’t suddenly think about the comment you had said to him earlier.

“I’m not as strong as you, but I know how to deal with people, so rely on me a bit more aye?”

‘What a liar,’ Geto thought as he smiled at the small but fond memory, ‘you are strong Y/N’

“My type of woman is someone that I know I can rely on”

ꕥ

Feeling a sense of coldness upon his cheek, Geto couldn’t help but shift his eyes down to see you pressing a cold water bottle to his face as you began to sip on the can of cold coffee that you have brought from one of the vending machines that were nearest to the track field where you and Geto were training at.

“Thanks,” Geto said with gratitude as he took the bottle from your grasp before taking a quick gulp of the refreshing liquid that was smoothing his body from the disgusting heat and sweat that he had produced from fighting with you.

Geto couldn’t lie to himself. He had completely forgotten how masterful you were with your weapons as well as how physically strong you were when not using your curse energy. You were really the ideal sorcerer in some ways even when your curse technique had nothing to do with exorcising curses at all. Geto really admired you for that.

“Are you going to continue staring?” you casually asked, as you tilted your head slightly to take a quick peek at him before cheekily commenting “am I that beautiful~” leading you to laugh at your own comment to which Geto followed suit.

“You’re beginning to act like Satoru,” Geto mentioned, leading you to express a concerned look as you didn’t want to act like your annoying classmate, leading Geto to laugh once again at your grimace expression causing you to turn to him with a soften look.

From what you could sense right now, the curse energy that was swimming around you and Geto was tranquil to the point where it was peaceful. From what you could remember from the beginning, this situation was the complete opposite since the incident and that put nothing but a slight warmth within your heart, the curse energy back then was suffocating which was contrasting to this feeling that could nearly put you to sleep. Geto has made so much progress during the few months that had passed but what surprised you to most was how fast he had made progress, even after the little situation with Yuki.

‘She really had to snake out my technique huh?’

“Are you going to continue staring at me? Am I that handsome~” Geto then teasing asked, leading you to snap out of your thoughts before realising that he was mocking you slightly from your earlier comment. However, before you could either counter him with your annoyance, you suddenly notice the sorcerer lean forward towards you causing you to slightly step back before feeling a light touch on your forehead.

Pulling away, Geto managed to get a glimpse of your surprised expression with a hint of pink hues on your face before letting out a cheeky giggle. “Maybe you’re not like Satoru, he’s not the shy type anyway,” Geto playfully mentioned before grabbing your hand that wasn’t holding the coffee as he began to drag you away from the track field where you both were training at before.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” Geto softly said with a hint of appreciation as he continued with, “rely on me also okay?”

Feeling shy, you looked down to your connecting hands before tightening the hold as the curse energy that surrounded you both was now feeling more gentle and tender than it had ever been before. However, you still had some questions in mind.

“HEY! You can’t just kiss my forehead and grab my hand like I ain’t going to ask questions Suguru?” you exclaimed, as you began to frantically shake your interlocking hands in a slight panic causing Geto to look at you with surprised expression before laughing loudly at your sudden outburst.

Even though Geto knew you since the beginning of his enrolment at Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, he had never seemed you once looked so flustered like you did right now. You were always the calm one between him, Gojo and Ieiri, so this was a whole new sight to him.

Tightening the grip of your hand, you crazy shaking came to a slight pause as Geto began to slowly but tenderly pull your hand towards him, only to then land a light kiss on the back of it leading to the once pink hues that were painting on your cheek to become rose red.

“Rely on me to make you blush, okay girlfriend~?”

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jjk imagines #jjk imagine #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #geto suguru #suguru geto #jujutsu kaisen geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen geto #jjk geto suguru #jjk geto #geto suguru imagines #geto suguru imagine #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader

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ravenadottir · 3 years ago

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So, if they were all settled before Casa, how do you think their partners would react if the LIs brought MC if she was in Casa Amor? I know that's complicated since Lurik, Marisol, Bobby and Chelsea never have a settled partner, but I'm just wondering.

we can work something out, even if those people are route patches, we can whip something together!

marisol x lurik, chelsea x bobby, lottie x gary, hope x noah, priya x ibrahim. for the purposes of this ask let's forget jakub exists 'cause i don't reckon someone would care if he brought someone back. and if they're all stable before casa amor then operation never happened? yes, let's say that!

chelsea. honestly? she would be hurt, especially if bobby had told her he cares. do i think it would be about him? no. do i think stable chelsea and bobby would be a good couple? yes. but her overall reaction and how she treats mc would depend on mc. if she was lovely than chelsea would also be.

hope. D-E-V-A-S-T-A-T-E-D and P-I-S-S-E-D. they were already a stable couple before disaster and well, it would be a shock, because there wouldnt't be any jakub to ruin that. or priya to make a pass on noah. seeing mc, and hearing what she hears about how well they got along it doesn't matter how many times noah apologizes, she's angry, mostly at herself "for being so foolish and believe he would've been loyal".

lottie. yeah no, hide anything that could be turned into a weapon. she's aggressive and snarky the entire time at the firepit, making sarcastic remarks about mc and how snakey it is to be with someone that was in a couple and not single. incredibly loud and obnoxious with gary in private, enough to make him respond "i'm not having this chat with you talking like this., i'm not a dog you can just give a command. when you're calmer we can talk." and walks away.

marisol. she might be surprised because of the turn of events but... she's not altering her voice, not giving much with er expression, definitely analyzing the boy in front of everyone, enough to make him scoff. "you know, i thought about you and the possibility of not being able to commit, i guess that goes to prove i should always listen to my gut". she nods at mc, but she's not trying to be friends with her right away.

priya. if operation nope never happened i reckon she's snarky about it, 'cause there wouldn't be any reason to switch. "yeah, i shouldn't expect someone so immature to keep his word. hi, i'm priya." she offers mc a hand to shake but leaves right after.

#litg #love island the game #litg s2 #litg season 2 #litg chelsea #litg hope #litg lottie #litg marisol #litg priya #queue #group asks #imagine

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animatedrapture · 4 years ago

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RINTOBER: [to love and to be loved ]

suna rintarō x gender neutral reader

tags: fluff, comfort, established relationship, slight angst, mentions of feeling unwanted and sadness. reader feeling the bigsad™️

word count: around 1k+

a/n: didn't proofread ): queued. hope this is turned out alright. like, i suck at writing fluff and it shows shows ;( almost sure i flopped suna's characterization here and idk why.

Suna always thought that he was good at memorizing things—it was an advantage brought about by his observant nature.

But there's something about you today that's not clicking in his head; there was a wall put up around you that he can just feel, like you're locking yourself inside an invisible space you wouldn't let even him get through.

He lets it slide during lunch. There's only very few things that can unsettle Suna, but perhaps something he'll forever dislike is how absent you feel when you're actually sitting in front of him. It's not like you were the loud type, nor were you like him—mostly silent and apathetic, but you weren't usually like this either. You seemed ghostly, Suna never would've thought he'd be so unsettled by it.

In fact, he was so unsettled that it urged him to pull you in his arms right before he lets you go back to your class after lunch. Nevermind that you were in the hallways still littered with people, or that it was uncharacteristic of him to express such affection in public. He keeps you in his arms long enough for your tensed body to melt into his before he squeezes your hands, a silent notion to let you know he's going back to his class, and then lets you go.

Maybe it's because he knows that he doesn't have you all figured out in his head, he doesn't know what to do when you're simultaneously there but also not. He doesn't have every inch of you memorized in his head and that makes him fail from knowing that he shouldn't have let it slide during lunch.

Suna curses in his head after class when Kita walks up to him, telling him that you'll go ahead for today instead of waiting for Suna until after their volleyball practice like you usually would. Kita doesn't question it any longer when he doesn't see Suna in practice. Your odd demeanor when you approached him earlier was enough to let him know what Suna was bound to do.

You were about to fumble for your keys but the door was open when you came home. It took you a longer walk than usual today, you felt exhausted—not even in a physical sense but more so in a sense where breathing is hard and functioning is difficult. You don't understand what clicked in you today that made you just want to disappear, if even for a moment; you felt like you could vanish from this earth, cease to exist, and it wouldn't matter—the sun would continue to rise and fall, all the planets would continue to orbit around it, everything would follow through as it always did.

God, how you wanted to just tell someone—anyone what was wrong, how you just wanted to be held for the longest time and find a speck of comfort from whatever pit you've fallen into. You couldn't, though, and you hated it so much. You hated how you felt like a bother for even the most miniscule of movement you make, the smallest sound you'd create.

But when you push open your door to find your boyfriend, Suna, already there and staring at the door as if he's been waiting for you—it's like the cogs in your head slowly started to turn backwards in an attempt to redo how it's been moving.

"Hey."

"Rin? What are you—? You have practice…"

You watch him from your own doorstep as he makes his way towards you, watch him pry your bag from your hands and pull you inside, pushing the door closed.

Your question remains unanswered as he brings you to your room, placing your bag to where you usually would, helping you out of your school blazer. Then, he pulls you to your bed along with him, placing you between his legs, your back pressed against his chest.

It's his own, unspoken question that lingers in the air after that. What's wrong?

Suna leans in and rests his chin on your shoulder. You can feel his arms around you hold you closer, providing so much warmth you didn't know had been slowly dissipating out of you the past few days.

"I—" you try to speak, only to wince at the crack in your voice. You grit your teeth as you feel hot tears forming from the corners of your eyes.

"'s okay, baby. Take all the time you need," he murmurs. You feel him press his lips to your shoulder, as if to comfort you.

"I… Feel disgusted with myself, Rin? Feel like… I ask too much of you—? Take? Too much of you," you choke in a sob. Suna swallows a lump in his own throat that grows from the words you tell him.

"I-I feel like… I've been too clingy with you? Like… D-do—do you want me around? I feel-I feel like I'm being stupid for feeling like this but I just—" you feel him shake his head. Your tears continue to fall, staining your cheeks with its tracks.

"I feel like… I shouldn't be around, y'know? I don't understand it but I just–I feel like no one would want me around?" your words come out in between sobs, in the same uncertain tone, trying to find the right words to string together.

"I love you, y/n," his voice comes out thick and coarse, like he's struggling to wrap his head around how you've been feeling and what he should do about it.

"'m sorry, Rin. I shouldn't be burdening you with—" You feel him flinch against you.

Suna gently lifts you from between his legs to sit on his lap, cupping your cheeks to make you face him. His eyebrows were furrowed, a small frown on his lips, and he shakes his head again.

"You're never a burden to me, baby," he tilts his head, sighing, "I want you around, always. Want you near me, always. 'm not sure if you're clingy 'cause I love you exactly as you are, yeah?"

You only stare at him, dumbstruck, "I'm not sure what's going on in that pretty little head of yours but 'm always gonna be here for you, y/n. Always gonna love you, always gonna hold you for as long as you need, always gonna want you around, yeah?"

When you don't answer, biting your lip as your tears continue to fall, he brings his lips to your forehead, offering a lingering kiss. Then, he mutters, "Please tell me you believe me."

You never heard him so worried, so concerned before. You nod fervently, "I believe you, Rin."

Suna lets out a sigh of relief, his hand stroking your hair. "You can tell me whenever you feel like this, yeah? 'm right here, I'm not going anywhere."

You nod. "I love you, Rintarō."

"I love you, y/n," Suna's reply was immediate.

"Even if I'm a bit too much sometimes?"

You hear him scoff, pulling back to look at you. He flicks your forehead, "You're never too much for me. I mean, who else is gonna want to always hold my hand and nap with me?"

You pout at him, "Like, a ton of other girls!" You answer him, emphasizing the amount.

He rolls his eyes at you, pulling you closer to him, "They're not you."

You let out a loud laugh, a laugh that resonates in his own chest and eases his worry. "That's so cheesy, Rin!"

"You're cheesy."

"Nu-uh."

"Just shut up and let me love you, y/n."

You smile. As if he didn't already make you feel like the luckiest person in the world to be loved by him. It's absolutely ridiculous how simply being in his arms was reassurance enough, ridiculous how he tried his best offer you what you needed when you needed it—even when it's usually so out of character for him.

But maybe that's what you're missing—knowing that Suna Rintarō loved you like the heavy water currents of the deep sea, loved you like no novel of love penned in history would have the ability to express.

"Only if you'd let me love you, Rin."

There's a chuckle that erupts from his throat, the corners of his lips curling to a smile.

Of course he would let you—as if he would have it any other way.

#suna rintarou #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #suna #haikyuu x reader #;cloud #RINTOBER #haikyuu imagines #rintarou suna #suna x y/n

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eisheartoffantasy · 2 years ago

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Entry #4. The Girl Whose Instagram Page I Can't Stop Checking

Wow, third entry within the span of two days. I've really been having a hard time mentally, haven't I?

Just now I was scrolling through a girl's Instagram page for heaven knows how long, and for about the tenth time this month. No, she's not someone I have a crush on or someone I dislike. She is simply a former friend.

I have lots of former friends, as I'm sure many people do, so what is it that makes this girl special?

In short, I consider her my savior of some sort.

You know how after going through some amount of pain, a specific part of you dies? Around this time last year, one part of me was what I considered permanently dead. But then, someone unexpectedly enters your life and revives that dead part of you. This girl was that someone.

I'll refer to the girl as Emily for the sake of convenience — don't worry, that's nowhere close to her real name and despite how common the name is, I've never had an Emily in my close peer group.

Due to the circumstance of our relationship, we were pretty much forced into spending quite a lot of time in each other's presence. Emily and I are so very different in pretty much every way possible: her a social butterfly, me a hermit; her gossipy and bubbly, me taciturn and cynical; her affectionate and naïve, me stone-faced and untrusting. To put it bluntly, she was the type of girl I never would've considered a deep friendship with — I'd take one quick look at her and instantly conclude that she was too "mainstream" for my liking. I took no interest to befriend the average popular girl whose Spotify playlist consists only of the current top 50 songs by artists whose images constantly appear in ads I never asked to see.

Emily, on the other hand, seemed enthusiastic from the beginning. "Let's hang out before I go meet my friends today!" She said something along those lines the second day we met; before that she had already brought me greeting presents. "Let's hang out" — such a common phrase for most people, yet something I rarely heard anymore. Only out of politeness, I agreed.

"I like your outfit, it looks 'boujee.'" "I can't believe we're physically here! It's like I'm in a dream!" "This girl I'm gonna meet, she's just so cool. I hope we'll become best friends." "Ran into this celebrity today, my friends back home will go crazy." The way Emily spoke always felt uplifting and bright, even when it was about things I saw no significance in. Is this really how average college girls talk? If so, I must've always surrounded myself with "weird" crowds, for I had never walked side-by-side with anyone who spoke like that.

And just like that, slowly, Emily started to grow on me.

"Oh my lord, that guy we met today turned out to be a total weirdo. You won't believe what he asked me," Emily ranted one evening. I turned to her, half-sympathizing and half-amused, "Oh, I will. He looked weird to me since the beginning."

"WHAT!? How could you tell?"

"From literally his entire existence," I had to suppress a smirk, for I didn't want to come off as making fun of the poor girl's lack of judgement. "You really suck at reading people, don't you?"

She really did. As I already stated, she was affectionate and naïve, anyone who was nice to her face would easily win her trust — at least on the surface level, I noticed; it's not like she wouldn't have doubts, but even when she did, she didn't let it show in consideration for the other person. She was childlike that way and I, a self-proclaimed expert at reading people, felt an urge to protect such a childlike quality.

Perhaps that was how Emily's arrival in my life happened to bring the dead part of me back from its grave. In the brief, luxurious few months we spent together, my life was brightened up by this girl whom I would've unhesitatingly rejected under different circumstances.

My friendship with Emily came to a rather unfortunate end. On one night where my mental health was at a low point, I let Emily see...what I consider a shameful part of me. It was too much for her untainted eyes, I assume, and Emily decided to exit my life within a matter of days.

At that point, I was long used to losing people; but losing Emily hit much harder than I expected. I kept asking myself: so what? You didn't care about girls like her anyway, your personalities already determined that the two of you won't share the same path. Why bother crying over losing a friend you were never meant to have?

But no matter how hard I tried to kill off the part of me Emily awakened, it seemed to have officially come back as an undead, set on haunting me forever.

Do I resent Emily? I want to say no, because rationally speaking she didn't do anything wrong — neither did I for that matter; it was a situation where nobody wanted to hurt anyone, yet the hurting was done. I wanted to reconcile with the undead part of me, this time more than ever as I knew it was here to stay, so I made many attempts to have a talk of closure with Emily — a major difference from how I'd dealt with ends of friendships in the past few years — but Emily seemed to have grown scared of me and avoided me. Or, who knows, maybe she was genuinely busy.

When that part of me died the first time, I vowed to not linger on past friendships ever again. But since it's now sticking around as the undead, I check Emily's Instagram page every now and then, frequency depending on my mental state.

I have no other intention than satisfying my own curiosity — I would just like to stay somewhat up-to-date with how Emily is doing now. She is well, living her naïve happy life, the seemingly unlimited brightness in which must have cleansed her sight of the "taint" I left in her. And I'm glad.

Stay this way, Emily. The world needs more untainted individuals like you, and fewer like me.

With warmth and hopefulness,

#former friend #online diary #friendship #reminiscing #heartbreak #mental health #depression blogging #personal journal #we used to be friends

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imnotrevealingmyname · 4 years ago

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When A God Gets Lost

Chapter 1

Summary: There are bad ways to travel; then, there are terrible ways to travel. Teleporting to another dimension through the Æther is the latter, apparently. But as the old Bengali adage goes, even tigers will eat grass when they're starving.

Maybe a Midgardian from a different dimension isn't such a bad travel companion after all.

Author's note: This is my submission for the @allaboardthereadingrailroad 's Marvel Diversity Challenge. The OFC is an Indian- a Bengali, more specifically.

Tags: @what-just-happened-bro @is-it-madness @myraiswack @green-valkyrie @teenagereadersciencenerd @ohdearhiddles @whatafuckingdumbass @poetic-fiasco @mrs-wolfhard @your-favourite-skittles @lehuka123 @kellatron55 @shiningloki @latent-thoughts @outlawangel2020 @loki-yoursaviourishere

Warnings: Gore, mild violence, mentions of death.

Loki had known this would come to pass. He had known what he had signed up for, when he'd agreed to accompany Thor to Svartalfheim.

He'd even welcomed his own death.

At the time, the sweet prospect of release had seemed to be a gift from Valhalla.

So he hadn't tried to stop it from happening.

Except, he had.

Blood dripping from his mouth, Loki struggled to let go of strings of seiðr desperately anchoring him to his body.

Dust settled on his mottled blue skin. His ears were ringing, and blacks spots seemed to have been tattooed into his retinas.

If not for the pain, Loki would've laughed at the irony of the situation. Once again, despite all his orchestrations, he was a helpless spectator, strung tight while instincts battled brain.

White hot pain seared his entire body, radiating from the wound to his extremities, as he fought to make the tendrils of seiðr retreat. Unfortunately, it was tied to his genes, bound intricately to the essence of his consciousness. It kept him from slipping into the much anticipated slumber, tightening its hold exponentially.

Numbly, Loki thought of all the times he had heard people talk about life flashing before one's eyes before the final rest settled in.

Loki saw nothing, however. The only thing that passed before his eyes was the dreaded vision of violet sparks of seiðr curling around his own, slowly drawing his life force from him.

The salt of his tears mixed with the metallic tang of blood in his mouth. This helplessness was something he had vowed to never fall into, ever again. But here he lay, defeated yet victorious, in a veritable stream of his own blood, fighting the very instincts that had brought him thus far in life.

Odin, Frigga, Thor… Asgard. They had all taken everything from him, everything he had ever treasured. Self worth, family, his very identity…

Loki had hoped that he could find it in death. Who he really was.

But no, he had been stripped of that luxury, too. Not once, not twice… several times. Twice at his behest, and several times at another's, humiliated and agonized.

Maybe I should stop fighting.

But that wasn't who he was. Loki may not have known who he truly was, but he knew what he wasn't. He had never been one to stop fighting.

But what am I fighting for? Will this right my transgressions? Their transgressions?

Maybe sometimes… to stop fighting was to land the ultimate blow.

Gasping for breath, pain ripping his innards to shreds, he looked down at his midriff. There it was; his seiðr. The only measure of identity he had left. It was flowing from his fingers, from his mouth, weaving between his wounds, holding him together in every sense.

Loki's head fell back as he gave in to it, letting his instincts take over.

He didn't know how much effect his seiðr would have, but seeing as he couldn't do anything about it, apparently…

Unfortunately, he had underestimated the power of his own magicks. Seiðr, in every form, was sentient in its own right. Unbeknownst to Loki, continuous exposure to two infinity stones had affected his own magic in several subtle ways. Seiðr learns from itself and grows- he had learnt this even before he knew how to speak complete sentences.

Never had he thought that magic of such cosmic levels could mingle with his own.

Until he saw a few straggling fragments of the Æther hovering around his limp form.

In its urgency to revive him, his seiðr had drawn the Æther to itself, having turned into something resembling a magnet for cosmic powers.

To his horror, the bloodred fragments of the Æther clustered around him, forming a small tornado of dust and seiðr, swooping in to throw an eerie light over him.

The light only grew in intensity. The pain was lessening- his body was almost completely numb now. Wind howled in his ears, and flashes of green and red blinded him.

Satisfied with its work, his seiðr rose to greet the Æther.

Loki had been completely pinned to the ground. He struggled to look down, and saw that the wound had healed almost all the way through- enough to let him survive.

Immediately, he tried to draw back the seiðr. Enough damage had been done, he didn't need any more adventures.

The seiðr had other ideas, apparently.

Green and red danced together, shimmering and singing a shrill, haunting tune that rattled Loki to the core, producing a stab of pain in his gut.

Oh. His seiðr could only do so much. The spear that had impaled him must've been poisoned…

Which meant that his control over his seiðr was limited, and it knew it.

And thus, it was trying to regain strength by sapping it off the one of the most dangerous entities in all of the Realms.

Unlike normal seiðr, the Æther- as well as the other Infinity Stones- needn't be bound to an individual. They had their own separate existence.

Loki didn't even want to know what might happen if it bound itself to him.

Unfortunately, the velocity of the mingling magicks was growing, forming a pitch black void above him.

Fuck.

A sound of surprise and shock was the last thing that left his mouth before he was sucked into the vortex.

A deep rumble ran through the entirety of Svartalfheim when the dust settled- almost as though the Realm heaved a sigh of relief.

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Aakshya's head hurt. Half an hour on the Arambagh local train with two three year olds bawling their lungs out less than two metres away could do that to anyone.

The last few days weighed down on her. It was all so surreal. Her last living relative- the last one she had been on good terms with, anyway- was gone.

Aakshya sighed softly, adjusting her glasses as her eyes filled with tears. She blinked them away. It wasn't surprising, not really. Her great aunt had been quite aged, but losing her was still a blow she wasn't quite prepared to deal with.

At least here, she could mourn in peace.

The Chandur forest had always been her happy place. After very long weeks at work, she had a habit of spending the weekend in a small resort here, sometimes. It was just quiet enough to help her recuperate.

The resort was still half an hour away. She decided to take her time today.

The sky was darkening, and she could see the moon through the spaces between the canopies of the trees.

The moon seemed larger today. Or maybe that was just the tears in her eyes.

She sped up a little, a prickly feeling spreading over her nape.

Were the trees rustling a bit more than usual? No, that must've been the wind… right?

Aakshya stopped dead in her tracks, clutching her bag tightly.

To her right, someone stumbled in the dark, groaning deeply and uttering a string of incoherent words in a language she couldn't recognize.

Maybe it was just the owner of the resort... Though why would she be here? Wouldn't she be at the resort itself?

"Sukanya Di, tumi?"she called out timidly. "Tumi ekhane ki korcho?" Is that you, Sukanya? What are you doing here?

She whipped around, frightened.

The sight that greeted her eyes was unnerving.

A blue-skinned, armour-clad man, covered in blood, was half sprawled on the ground, chest heaving as he struggled to rise.

The weirdest thing was that he was surrounded by red and green light that seemed to be trying to enter his body.

Aakshya stumbled backwards- but then she yelped when the man's hand shot forward and grabbed her upper arm, preventing her from fleeing.

"What is this place?"he rasped, using her as support to pull himself up to full height. Aakshya's eyes widened- he was over a foot taller than her, and he seemed to have been impaled clean through his chest.

Judging from the blood, the wound was fresh; but it was already closing in front of her eyes.

What in the world-

"I asked you something, mortal,"he snapped, shaking her a little. It affected his balance, apparently, because he swayed dangerously, catching himself by steadying himself against a nearby tree.

"Are you- is this some kind of a prank?"she squeaked, trying to pry his fingers off of her.

The man growled, and then coughed up a little more blood. "Answer the bloody question, girl."

"Earth, we're on Earth,"Aakshya managed, now fighting to get out of his hold. "Unhand me, you-"

If the fact that a man who had been impaled quite recently was stronger than her was a matter of concern, it didn't strike her then, as she attempted to scratch and bite him. The man merely grunted in annoyance, retaliating by giving her another shake.

"You're lying,"he snarled. "This cannot be Midgard."

"I don't know what's going on, but-"

"Unless… no…" He seemed to be speaking to himself now, though his scarlet eyes were on her.

It was completely dark now, and Aakshya was in the hold of some creep in a forest.

Well, I'm fucked.

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Loki couldn't believe how bad his luck was. His chest stung with every laboured breath, and the Æther was still swirling around him, and now he had been transported to a different dimension.

He could feel it.

Which meant…

There were two of him in this dimension alone.

Oh, fuck.

Meanwhile, the girl was still trying to free herself from his grasp.

Loki gave her a crooked grin. "Looks like you're stuck with me now."

She gave him a look of outrage. "No, I-"

"What's your name?"

She seemed to quell under his gaze. "Aakshya."

"Pretty name. I'm Loki, God of Mischief and Father of Magick."

Aakshya scowled, trying to hit him. "Look, if this is some weird cosplay thing, I'm really not in the mood-"

Loki sighed, using the dredges of his seiðr to still her. "Girl, I've been impaled with a poison tipped spear and thrown into a different dimension, so I'm not in the mood for your tantrums."

Her eyes bulged with rage and she tried in vain to bite him.

"How about you and I go on a nice little walk, hmm? I can sense your loneliness and heartache, girl. I am very perceptive,"Loki said with a small smirk. "I can help you, if you help me. What say you?"

"I say you're a dangerous, senile man who's a bit too obsessed with mythology,"Aakshya spat, struggling to move.

Loki laughed softly. "Oh, but a little danger never hurt."

#loki #imnotrevealingmyname #loki (marvel)#loki fanfic #loki smut #fanfic #fanfiction #tw death #gore #blood #fix it fic #marveldiversitychallenge

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voidstilesplease · 4 years ago

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Fandom/s: Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Heroes of Olympus

Pairing/s: Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson, Rachel Elizabeth Dare/Percy Jackson

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Tags: Alternate Universe - Mortal, Cheating, Friends to Lovers, Friends With Benefits, Jealousy, Angst, Bad Decisions, OOC Characters, a significant amount of Taylor Swift references

Chapter 3

But the possibility that Piper knows about it didn't cross her mind. Percy had mentioned being back in town for a few days now, but Piper could not have known that, right? If Piper did, she would have told Annabeth right away because if anybody knows about Annabeth's broken heart pining after Percy all these years, it's Piper. She would've said something.

III.

And soon enough, you're best friends.

Laughing at the other girls who think they're so cool.

/./

Annabeth jerks awake from disturbances originating in the general vicinity of her kitchen. In her half-asleep state, her usually sharp mind turns to a useless mush. So with what mentality she can grasp, she concludes that it's possibly just her cutlery deciding to worm their way out the drawer to skydive to the kitchen floor. Her dream-silly brain likes the image she conjures. After all, not everybody's cutlery would be as adventurous as hers if that should be the case.

Maybe they want to remind Annabeth that they still exist, and she can use them sometimes. Good point, she thinks, but between blueprints after blueprints shoved to her at work, she doesn't have the time to be guilty about using only one spoon for her morning mashed potatoes. Unless it can wash, wipe itself dry, and put itself back to the drawer, she's sticking to her one-spoon-morning routine, thank you very much - that's all she can spare the time to clean.

She squints one eye open and sighs in relief to find that her entire bedroom blanketed in the same comforting darkness that engulfed her to sleep the previous evening. Yesterday morning had been hell. The sun had glared at her accusingly like she had done something wrong by sleeping it through past her alarm after a murderous evening at work. Usually, Annabeth scares people away when she glares at them, so she tried to glare back at the sun, and if she didn't have a degree in architecture and a line of buildings credited to her name, she'd have doubted her own intellectual capacity. She had hauled her ass up from the bed and went about her routine like she'd swallowed an entire pack of Sour Patch in one go. That morning would have sucked completely if it weren't for Percy.

Percy. Who's back in town. For good.

Whom Annabeth is going to have dinner with this evening.

A smile automatically tugs at her lips. In her kitchen, something clatters again, and she sighs. She moves her head to peek up at the alarm clock on the table. It's only fifteen minutes past seven.

She groans.

Now she can hear the blender whirring to life and the unmistakable 'ding' of her toaster. Any sane person who is aware of not having a roommate should already be springing off their bed and grabbing the nearest weapon they can use to bonk the intruder's head.

But Annabeth is used to the intrusion - this is her life now. So, she calmly gets off the bed and folds her sheets. She opens the door to her room and walks the short distance to her kitchen. As the whirring continues, she remembers the first time she woke to the noises. Annabeth wishes she can say that she was calm then, but she wasn't.

She had jumped out of bed, heart drumming so fast in her chest, and took the only item she could find in her room that could bash anybody's brains out - a baseball bat. (She didn't like the sport. It was just a souvenir from a memorable day. Her heart belonged to swimming. Or, though it wasn't clear to her at the time, to a specific swimmer.) As stealthily as she could, she tiptoed on the cold floor to knock someone out who thought they could use her kitchen while robbing her blind.

As it turned out, she had almost bashed her friend Piper.

Piper, bless her, had been unfazed. Not even after seeing the raised baseball bat and Annabeth's wide, frantic eyes. Piper gave her an innocent smile and a chirpy good morning, then went back to chopping celery, ignoring Annabeth's confusion and gaping mouth.

Piper grins as soon as Annabeth appears in the kitchen. "Good morning, Annie!" she lowers the cup of coffee she's holding on the table in front of Annabeth, who immediately reaches for it.

"This smells amazing," Annabeth closes her eyes and inhales. It is why she loves having Piper around for breakfast. She doesn't remember when Piper decided to be her mother, but as long as it benefits Annabeth with cooked meals and non-Starbucks coffee, she's not complaining.

But she can't exactly complain about Starbucks coffee, though. Not when Starbucks brought Percy back to her life - sort of. She realized that if Piper had come yesterday, she'd have missed Percy. But the fates brought Piper to her apartment today so she could meet Percy yesterday. She smiles contentedly at her coffee.

Piper doesn't miss her dopey smile. She raises a brow, pouring the contents of the blender on a tall glass. "Is it that good?"

"No words," Annabeth answers with a silly grin.

Piper draws her eyebrows in suspicion, "Why do I feel like we're not talking about the coffee?"

Annabeth shrugs.

Piper narrows her eyes but lets it go. Knowing Annabeth, it's probably a work-related high. Piper sets her glass of smoothie on the table and sits beside her friend. "Hey, I remember," she says, taking her phone out and starts browsing. "Juniper asked me to show you these." Piper swipes image after image as Annabeth waits curiously. Finally, she passes the phone to Annabeth.

Annabeth takes it and promptly gasps. "Are these for the wedding?" She draws the phone closer to examine the picture. It's of a forest-painted canvas with a man and a woman in the center, holding each other's hands as they walk side-by-side in the middle of a flower-field surrounded by butterflies. Annabeth looks up to Piper for confirmation. When she nods, Annabeth shakes her head in amazement. "That is beautiful."

"I know!" Piper takes the phone from Annabeth, glancing at the picture again before putting it down on the table. "When Juniper sent the picture to me, my eyes goggled."

Annabeth chuckles, "Grover and Juniper commissioned the right artist."

Piper nods in agreement, "And they're even getting it for, like, half the usual price. I suddenly want to get married." She smiles dreamily, reaching for her smoothie.

Annabeth laughs. Jason and Piper have been together since they were in High School. To be fair, they are practically like a married couple - sharing an apartment, sharing bills, considering the possibility of sharing a dog. They've even met each other's parents and got one another's mother or father smitten with them. It's perfectly sensible if they decide to legalize it. With that in mind, Annabeth asks, "So why don't you?"

Piper stiffens, and she briefly averts her eyes before giving Annabeth a wan smile. "He hasn't asked me yet," she says softly, looking away from Annabeth, slurping half-heartedly at her vegetable smoothie.

Annabeth bites her lower lip, mentally reprimanding herself for her careless asking. She didn't mean to poke on touchy subjects. She didn't even know it was a touchy subject at all. "Well," she begins awkwardly. "I'm sure you'll get there anyway." Annabeth offers a smile, hoping to ease the sudden tension.

Piper shrugs, "I'm not in a hurry. Jason's it for me." she pauses, then adds with uncertainty, "I just hope I'm it for him."

Annabeth frowns at the statement. "Now that's ridiculous, Piper." She reaches to touch her friend's hand a bit forcefully. She looks her dead in the eyes and says in total assurance. "Jason's head over heels for you, okay, it's almost criminal that you think you're not it for him."

Piper lifts her eyes, a hint of smile ghosting in her pouting lips. "You think so?"

"You're an idiot for even doubting,"

That seems to alleviate Piper's insecurity, at least for the moment, because she smirks at Annabeth. "Yeah, I guess I'm an idiot. Of course, Jason can't get enough of me. I mean, come on."

Annabeth rolls her eyes. Piper's weird sometimes.

She happily slurps at her smoothie now, humming a chipper tune. She reaches for the plate of toasts and passes it to Annabeth along with a jar of strawberry jam. Annabeth just watches her with amusement.

They eat in silence for a moment before Annabeth hears a clearing of a throat. She looks up to see Piper looking at her intently. Of course, Piper didn't come into her apartment early in the morning just to accompany her to a lovely, peaceful breakfast.

"…Yes?" Annabeth prompts with resignation. If this is happening -and it is- because it's Piper's business now to harass Annabeth, she wants to get it over with sooner than later. She mentally prepares for the onslaught of Piper's usual intros. But, instead of saying "There's this spa that we should check out," or "Do you remember Mark Castillo from 10th grade? Did you see his Facebook status change to Single last night?" or "We should shop new underwears for you, Annie. What you have are boring me to death", she said:

"How's work?"

That certainly catches Annabeth off-guard. Her eyebrows shot up to her hairline.

At Annabeth's incredulous expression, Piper says defensively. "What?" she reaches for another toast. "Am I not allowed to ask about your work?"

"You're not interested in my work." Annabeth deadpans.

"I'm asking, aren't I?" Annabeth detects the unspoken 'duh'. "And I know a little about architecture, mind you. I just want to know how you're doing at work."

Annabeth hums unconvincingly, taking another sip of her coffee. She decides to ride along with it. "Well, for starters, I'm up to my neck busy. As always."

Piper nods for her to go on.

"We've contracted a new project for downtown."

Piper hums.

"It's nothing major, but the area is swarming with water pipes -many of which are old ones- so we have to be extra careful with the planning."

Piper nods, "But you aren't the only one working on it, right?"

"No. I have a team." Annabeth confirms.

"So," Piper stretches the 'o', studying the toast in her hand a little too casually. "That means that even if you weren't around, say you went out or something, a whole team is still gonna work on it?"

Annabeth narrows her eyes skeptically, "…I suppose. I'm not the project head." Annabeth answers slowly.

"So…" Piper looks away again, picking at the toast. "There's no reason to cancel Friday night, right?"

Annabeth purses her lips. She sets her cup on the saucer and folds her arms together, "I already said I would go."

Piper blushes crimson and gives up the innocent, interested-in-friend's-work scheme, "I just want to make sure!"

"I'm going, okay?" Annabeth huffs in mild exasperation. "And, if I ever go back on my promise, you have the permission to drag my ass over to the club."

"Deal," Piper quickly agrees. "Do we seal this oath with blood?"

Annabeth shakes her head as Piper starts laughing.

Piper is weird but a wonder. Annabeth is ever so thankful for having Piper as a friend. They have been friends since the 10th grade when the Cherokee girl transferred to Goode. They didn't particularly become friends instantaneously because she came around the school as Drew's half-sister.

Drew wasn't exactly Annabeth's favorite person on campus. She was a cheerleader who penned herself as the queen of Goode High, dated around, and clung to different guys when her grade couldn't even hang on to a C minus. And her face, always caked in make-up, always smiled condescendingly at everybody as if they were lesser beings. She made Annabeth want to punch something. Anything. Drew's annoying face would have been good enough.

When rumors scattered about Drew having a half-sister on campus, Annabeth was sure she'd be a clone of Drew, and Goode High was doomed. Frankly, their school had had enough mini-skirt, crop-top, belly-button girls who thought the ground they stepped on was sacred. Another one to add to them and Goode would have crumbled. After all, what else could they expect from somebody blood-related to Drew? Annabeth loathed her guts.

As it turned out, though, her half-sister hated Drew's guts just as much if not more. Literally.

She proved that during P.E. class in a volleyball game when she purposely spiked the ball straight towards Drew's midsection hard enough that Annabeth was surprised why Drew hadn't spewed her entire digestive system all over their gym court. Drew doubled over, wheezing in pain and yelling about how Piper tried to murder her. The teacher had to give Piper detention since the girl didn't deny the accusation and refused to apologize. When they took out Drew, who glowered at her sister the whole way out, Piper smirked at her unapologetically and waved her goodbye by flicking her fingers and blowing her a kiss.

Annabeth wanted to slow clap and pat her in the back for a job well done. She didn't need to anyway because the matching gleam in their eyes spoke enough for both of them. Piper and Annabeth became good friends, bonding over a mutual hatred of Drew. Then Piper started hanging out with Annabeth's group of friends, and the rest is history.

"You've got to be honest, though, Annie. You love it when I come by." She sips from her smoothie. "Because then, you won't have to eat packed mashed potatoes again."

"I love mashed potatoes," Annabeth says defensively, reaching for a toast and slathering it with strawberry jam.

"No, you don't." Piper also eats her toast with avocadoes. She gestures at Annabeth's food. "I hope you like strawberry jam."

"It's okay," Annabeth chews. It's decent enough, she thinks. Strawberry had been her favorite jam when she was younger, but that has changed now.

"I just thought maybe you should try a different flavor. All I ever see you have is blueberry. I figured maybe you miss your old favorite."

"I don't. Blueberry is everything to me."

Piper probably doesn't mean to sting Annabeth when she mutters, "Took you long enough to realize it, though."

But Annabeth is stung. And Piper is correct.

Blueberry is Percy's favorite. She had never appreciated it until Percy was gone from her life. She just one day found herself picking blueberry jam instead of strawberry at the grocery. Because, somehow, it made her feel closer to him. It was a futile act, but it was all she could cling to.

They ate in relative silence for a while before Annabeth remembers the conversation over the phone the previous day. It's time to question Piper about it. "Hey," she waits until Piper is looking at her. "You wanted to tell me something."

Piper's brows scrunch up.

"Yesterday," Annabeth clarifies. "Over the phone?"

Piper draws a blank.

Annabeth elaborates, "We were talking about Friday night, and I said yes to going, and then it's like you hesitated over something?"

Annabeth can tell when the realization hits. Piper's eyes widen a fraction. "Oh,"

Annabeth stares expectantly.

Piper looks down, breaking their eye contact, "It was nothing," she says with a small voice.

"You're lying."

Piper doesn't deny the accusation, but her eyes remain downcast.

"Piper, what are you keeping from me?" Annabeth asks, feeling that the playful air around them has been replaced by tension yet again. Piper bites her lower lip, only spurring Annabeth's curiosity. "Piper,"

"Annie, I'm sorry." Piper whispers. She raises her head to look at Annabeth with wide, desperate eyes.

"I can't accept your apology if I don't know what it is for," Annabeth's gaze doesn't leave Piper's. They look at each other - Annabeth urging and Piper trembling.

Finally, Piper sighs in defeat and quietly utters. "It's Percy."

Silence immediately follows Piper's statement. Because for the first time in many years, Piper openly mentions Percy's name in her presence.

Annabeth answers, trying to keep her voice level, "What about Percy?"

Piper gnaws at her lower lip, "I've wanted to tell you, but…"

"But?"

Like a dam breaking, Piper begins barraging. "I don't know if I should be the one to tell you this. I mean, yes, of course, I'm your best friend, but I'm his friend too. And after that-that," she wrings her hands. "I mean, he's been gone for so long, and maybe if I tell you, he's just going to disappear again. He never said anything about not telling you, but I - or, or maybe you're going to disappear this time and I - we can't have any of that, you know? Especially not now. So I decided to wait for the right time, but I don't know if there's ever a right time for anything, really-and, and,"

Piper is talking so fast that Annabeth struggles to catch up. "Piper, you're rambling."

"I know!" Piper whines in frustration. "And I hate to be turned into a blubbering fool, but I… but I want you to know that I kept my mouth shut because I didn't want either of you running away in different directions when the wedding's in a week!"

Annabeth grabs Piper's swinging arms. "Piper," she snaps to get her friend's attention and stop her from ranting anymore. "If you would just tell me-"

"He's in New York!"

It makes Annabeth pause. Well, she knows that. But the possibility that Piper knows about it didn't cross her mind. Percy had mentioned being back in town for a few days now, but Piper could not have known that, right? If Piper did, she would have told Annabeth right away because if anybody knows about Annabeth's broken heart pining after Percy all these years, it's Piper. She would've said something.

But Piper is in her kitchen with a guilt-stricken face. "How long have you known?"

Piper blinks, confused. "You don't sound surprised. Do you know he's back?"

Annabeth nods, "Only yesterday. We saw each other at Starbucks."

"Oh,"

"Piper, how long have you known that he's here?" Annabeth repeats her question, impatient to hear that Piper only actually found out the same day Annabeth did.

But Piper grimaces, hunching in her seat to make herself small. "Since he told Jason that he was coming home," she finally admits. She draws a shaky breath, hanging her head in guilt.

Something inside Annabeth collapses. She leans back in her seat in disbelief, "You all knew?"

Piper quickly shakes her head, "No, not all of us. Only Jason, Grover, and I." Annabeth almost sag in relief to know that she isn't the only one left in the dark about this. "None of us has seen Percy yet, though. He's been busy with the transfer of work location and settling in again. That's also why Friday night is important. He'd be there. For the first time in a long while, we'd be complete."

Annabeth is silent for a period, then nods weakly.

"Do you hate me?" Piper's voice hitches, and when Annabeth turns to her, her eyes are already brimming with tears.

She hates when Piper cries. God, it isn't even her fault that she knows. It isn't her fault that Percy told Jason and Grover, his best friends, and it isn't her fault that Jason told her. Annabeth knows Piper would rather not know. But now that she does, it's not her fault she wants to protect both Annabeth and Percy from each other. Not after what happened years ago between them.

Annabeth stands up and walks over to her friend, who is just about ready to explode. As soon as she opens her arms for Piper, her friend immediately melts into soft sobs. "I'm sorry, Annabeth. I didn't want to lie, but…" her voice catches again, and Annabeth rubs her back to soothe her. Piper must have felt bad about keeping the secret from her, knowing how important it is for Annabeth.

"I don't hate you, Piper. I can never hate you."

Piper sniffles, "I lied to you,"

"You kept a secret." Annabeth corrects. "That's hardly lying. And you did it for a good reason."

Piper pulls away from the hug to look at Annabeth, her eyes still misty from crying. "Thank you, Annie."

Despite herself, Annabeth smirks. "But you owe me a week of coffee and breakfast for this."

Piper laughs, and the heavy atmosphere around them dissipates completely.

/./ curt /./

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oisaaac · 5 years ago

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“ Six feet under ”

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Summary: Crowley decides to pay a little visit to his one and only love.

Warnings: angst, character death, sad boi crowley

Notes: English isn't my native language, so sorry for any mistakes this hasn't been proofread either.

This is very out of the blue and maybe a little cliché idk, but i hope some of you enjoy it nonetheless <3

kinda off from the original show plot but try to bare with me uwu

inspired from billie eilish's song 'six feet under'

Help, I lost myself again

But I remember you

Thick heavy grey clouds shrouded above the cemetery as if it read Crowley's mood. It was the same heavy weight he felt everyime he decides to pay you a visit. The same weight that seems to get heavier as time ticks by.

It had been a year since you died. A year that seems to be dreadfully longer than the time Crowley stayed above earth.

It was always a reminder for him how different his celestial form is from a human being like you. You always joked around that he had to see you die at some point—with grey hair and wrinkling skin while he didn't age even a bit, yet look where he is now.

He didn't expect it to come too soon, too fast, too sudden and too painful. It made him think what was really God's ineffable plan? He couldn't even ask it himself. Besides it was ineffable after all.

He should've seen this coming though. A demon falling in love with a human? Both of you knew things can't get normal. For one he was an immortal under a lot of circumstances and you on the other hand was—fragile. The moment you saw the bright light when you were brought to this world you were already hanging on a thin thread. Surviving for only a small barrowed time. Crowley always thought it was some kind of inside joke made by God, a very cruel joke.

Small droplets started to fall down from the sky as Crowley stood looking at the flowers he have in his hands.

You would've loved this. He thought to himself kneeling down on the moist grass, not bothered by the uncomfortable feeling of the contact with his jeans before staring at your grave stone.

It still feels unreal for him, seeing your name precisely carved on the stone which made his heart wrenched.

Retrace my lips

Erase your touch

It's all too much for me

But Crowley knew he would rather feel the pain in his chest over and over again rather than forget about you even if he could never be the same when he was with you.

His closest friend Aziraphale felt pity for the demon, but loving someone always has a cost to pay and he could only give much reassurance to his dear friend. Besides, he was somehow at fault considering you died in his shop trying to help him. Crowley didn't blame the angel though, knowingly you wouldn't either, but that didn't stop him from blaming himself and giving the silent treatment to the angel (which Aziraphale understood where he was coming from) for months. You would have opposed to if you knew, knowing their friendship was one of the strongest bonds you had ever seen. Luckily they were good now yet Crowley still needed more time to mourn.

You were always so kind and gentle, one of the traits Crowley loved about you. Good or bad you seem to look surpass every label knowing it was more than just what they perceive. To you Crowley isn't just the demon who had fallen to spread evil, he was your Crowley; your sassy kind hearted loving demon. He never wanted to have such vulnerability, but he let himself otherwise.

Of course he didn't regret any of it. He would need to die first before he ever regrets choosing a path with you in it. Even if he knew the moment you walked in Aziraphale's bookshop clumsily waltzing in his life only to bring this kind of pain he was currently feeling he would never choose of you not being a part of him. If only he could have had more time just one more second to see you smile, to feel your soft touch, to look directly into your loving eyes that made him feel like he was home. It sometimes brought Crowley anxiety with the thought that he didn't deserve what he was feeling with you—the joy, appreciation and love, yet you always said that he did, he did deserve happiness but the tragedy that comes with it had come unforeseen.

Blow away

Like smoke in air

How can you die carelessly?

Why did you have to go inside? Why didn't you just wait for me. You were human afterall. You weren't built to withstand heavy flames and thick smokes. You've always been so reckless for the sake of others. You knew it was dangerous, but you risked your life nonetheless.

Crowley laid the flowers near your headstone before he caressed the letters of your name closing his eyes trying to remember every detail of your face.

"Just for a second. If you're really listening to everyone's prayer then bid mine. Just for a second. Look at me you've foresaken me and let me fall into the pit yet here I am calling out for you." He looked up calling out to somebody, something or someone who was listening to his mantra. "Please!" He choked through the verge of tears. "I love her. I'll always will. If this is my sin then punish me for eternity, but let me see her just for a second." The only response a low rumble of thunder and finally the heavy clouds opened its gates letting the rain freely fall from the heavens camouflaging Crowley's tears.

They're playin' our sound

Layin' us down tonight

And all of these clouds

Crying us back to life

But you're cold as a night

It was no use. You're gone. The pain settled in his chest eating his insides. It was his punishment after all.

Crowley was soaked by the time he was snapped out of his small trance. He fixed the flowers on your grave before putting the individual red rose in the middle remembering how much you loved that red flower then grabbing the old ones to dispose them before standing up and taking one last glance of you until his next visit.

He whispered his promise that he would come back over and over for the rest of his eternity, he had all the time in his hands anyways.

Six feet under

I can't help but wonder

If our grave was watered by the rain

Bloom

Again

Crowley turned around to head over his bentley only to be met by your e/c eyes. He didn't even realized his grip on the flowers loosened as he blinked once, twice, more than enough to make sure he wasn't seeing things while raining and there you were like an epiphany standing on your red dress drenched in rain smiling like an idiot at him. You took deliberate steps closing in the gap between the two of you while you kept your eyes locked on his yellow serpent eyes that you grew to love.

"Y/n," Crowley whispered still trying to figure out how.

"Crowley," You put your hand on his cheeks caressing his wet skin with your thumb. You didn't even understood how, but you were happy. You missed him so much that you didn't say another word and just leaned in connecting your lips with his he didn't respond at first, but slowly he recognized you. It was really you, his beloved y/n. He had so many questions hanging on the back of his head, but he didn't dare to utter any of them. He didn't want to let you go and waste whatever miracle it was that brought you here.

All the muscles in each of your bodies molded into one. You and Crowley were in sync like a melody that you both practiced over and over again. Your hands made its way on the back of his neck tangling your fingers on his wet ginger locks, Crowley's hands gripped you tight yet at the same time gently trying not to break you under his touch. The intensity of yearning and all the other emotions that comes with it all swirled into one.

Out of breath you both parted staring at eachothers eyes. "I love you too." You softly spoke your truth.

Maybe whatever was up there was really listening. Either way Crowley held on you to the very last second of your borrowed time.

"We'll be together again someday." You reassured him while you smiled. Crowley just studied your face and for the first time in a while genuinely smiled and was happy. And it was enough as goodbye for the both of you... for now.

Help, I lost myself again

But I remember you

Kinda long A/N: honestly idk what to feel about this if its good or not in my 19 years of existence i always wrote fanfics imagines and stuffs but usually i usually put it up then delete it later because i dont have any confidence of my work but im trying again. this is my first time posting in tumblr though.i hope this is good, like it gave you feels because it did when i wrote it. please don't kill me that i made crowley straight oof 🥺 sorry for any mistakes again! thank you for taking time on reading this and if you reblog and press the heart thingy thank you so much i will love you forever 💕

#crowley x reader #crowley #anthony j crowley #good omens #david tennant #aziraphale #crowley imagine

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ma-gic-gay · 4 years ago

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"I'm sorry, what the hell is that supposed to mean?" Carly asks and he nods his agreement with the question, confused as well.

"His first allegiance has been you for the entire time I've known him! You call, the second he registers it's you he answers it. No matter what. We could be in a fight and he'd still pause it to answer that call from you. I don't know why, maybe there's something going on there I don't know about, but still. At least now I'm not competing for attention," Sam sadly smiles.

"Redo on the question: what the hell is that supposed to mean?" The blonde asks again, laughing when she figures out what it is she means. "Oh my god, you think we're having an affair! Oh my god! That's- oh my god."

Both of them burst into laughter at the thought of that. "You thought- us?" Jason asks, laughing still in a rare showing of emotion for him.

Confused, Sam takes that as a sign to say that. "Yeah, actually. I don't know, it just seemed like something that would happen between you two. Or that it was happening."

That stops their laughter promptly. "You do know we used to do that, right?" Jason asks her calmly. "Before Michael."

"And then I was in love with him for several years," Carly smiles at him, "and he wouldn't tell me his feelings until after Sonny and I had gotten together the first time. Stubborn goat. I practically told him everytime I saw him but he just smiled and gave me taxi money. Cruel, truly."

"Most of this took place when she was married to AJ," he finishes the version of the story Sam gets today, even though he could've sworn he'd told her before, "with a minor amount of her begging me to flee the country with her and Michael while she was married to Sonny the first time. But since I came back from my great world exploration, we've simply been friends."

"So you two were going to leave the country together, and you used to hook up, and you were in love at one point, and I never learned any of this?" Sam exclaims, angry and kinda hurt as well.

"I just assumed you knew. Honestly, Sam, I'm kinda surprised you didn't. Everyone knows it; we don't try to hide it or act like we weren't. People haven't just brought it up in... God it'd be years by now, but a long time. When you came to town, though, people were still talking about it pretty regularly. No clue why, maybe they found us fascinating or something, but how didn't you know?" A surprised Carly asks her former fellow mob wife.

"No one ever thought to tell me that his best friend was also someone he was in love with! Someone he considered not only leaving the business for, but someone he considered leaving everyone he cared about to protect," Sam exclaims.

"A million years ago," Carly defends him, "and besides, I doubt that ever would've actually happened."

"Mainly because I refused to let it happen," Jason smiles at her. "You were ready to leave the country on the next flight out and never look back, not for anyone or anything."

"Yeah, I guess I should've thought that out, but in my defense, we would've been happy in, say, Switzerland with Michael and very far away from Sonny," she quickly returns his smile, quipping back immediately.

"Switzerland has an extradition treaty," he reminds her. "Vietnam, on the other hand, does not."

"You were prepared to let me just take off to a country with an extradition treaty with my son and you?" Carly asks, mock offended. "That's just mean."

"Never. I would've made sure we went somewhere without one if we went, which we already established wasn't gonna happen," he smiles again, this time noticed by Sam exclusively, as Carly was busy fake pouting and he was trying to hold back a laugh. "Not once have I willingly gone along with a Carly plan and I plan on dying with that."

"Lies. My fake marriage to AJ so that Michael, me, and you could be a family again, legally," the blonde reminds him, smirking. "You went along with that one pretty easily. Granted, it was because you'd get everything back to how it'd been, your comfortable, no changing life."

"So you act like this, reminiscing about a past I found out about five minutes ago, and I'm expected to believe you truly, truly, aren't still feeling feelings for each other?" Sam asks, incredulous.

"Of course we have feelings! Joy, and anger, and fear and sadness and nostalgia all wrapped into one cozy blanket. But that doesn't mean we're cheaters in relationships, doesn't mean that he would cheat on you, that I'd do that to Sonny," Carly exclaims. "Jason is the most loyal man I have ever met. He's broken zero promises to me and believe me I've given him more than enough reason to. But still, he keeps his word. He would never, in a million years, cheat on you."

"Back the hell up, did you just say you've got feelings for him?" Sam asks, angry but unsurprised.

"We're friends, just friends!" Carly fights her.

"Tell me you're not still attracted to him, then, and I'll believe you!" Sam fires back. "Honestly, can you tell me that you have no feelings for him? Can you?'

There's a poignant pause and a shifted dynamic between the three when suddenly, everyone's eyes are on Carly. "I knew it," Sam scoffs. "I knew you were still in love with him, you slut! You say I'm bad, you've been friends with him for longer than I've known he existed and yet you love him, when you're married to someone else!"

Anger and confusion clouds his blue eyes before he says, "Sam! That is completely out of line! Don't you dare accuse her of this when you don't even know what she means yet, or start fighting with her in her restaurant!"

"So that's it? You're mad at me for getting upset with her for having feelings for you all this time? God, you're in love with her too, aren't you? Somewhere, some part of you is still in love with your best friend's wife. This is rich, maybe I should go tell Sonny about this, let him know his wife's a whore and her and you are in love," Sam angrily shouts. "After all, I'm just the baby mama now. Right?"

"Don't say that," he says softly. "I loved you, Sam, with every piece of me and you told me that we were over. That there was no chance of us reuniting. I love you and it kills me, to know you don't feel the same way back."

"You used the past tense. Loved. You corrected it when you noticed. If you're not in love with me, you're in love with her." Sam says calmly, disguising her anger.

"That's not how life works," Carly argues, interrupting whatever Sam's trying to say. "It's not black and white like that, it's covered in shades of grey as well. You, of all people, should know that. Love's complicated. Life's complicated. Don't expect me to be able to answer a question like that easily."

"If some part of your heart didn't belong to him-"

"Some part of it always will. He was my first love, and he's my best friend. He was the first person to show me unconditional love. The very first person to put up with me and treat me the way I never thought I deserved until I met him. So yes, of course I love him. Happy? Satisfied that now you can run back to Sonny and you two can try for baby number two?" Carly asks, the last part coming out as a sarcastic joke.

Jason stands there, stunned but processing it. She's in love with him? That's a shock. Definitely wasn't expecting that when he woke up today.

By the look on her face, Sam wasn't planning on hearing it either. "So you admit you're a whore who used Sonny because you couldn't be with Jason? Is that it? Or is it that you're somehow just coming to this realization now?"

"That's enough!" He says, pulling out of his thoughts. "Where the hell do you get off acting like this? You dumped me, and you're here now it pick a fight with a woman who's my best friend."

"A woman who's in love with you!" Sam says, hurt he's protecting her. "You protect her with everything in you and I can't even get half of your attention. God, I hope you two are happy together. I'm leaving."

No one tries to stop her as she storms off to the elevators.

A slightly embarrassed Carly looks at him. "Look, if I made this weird or anything, I'm sorry. I just- she asked for the truth and I think I needed to get it off my chest. I was planning on taking this to the grave, I swear. You and her are great together, truly, and so I don't want you to feel like you've got any burden to act on what I've told you. We can just forget this ever happened if you want."

"Can we?" He asks, contemplating. "I mean, yeah, I guess we could, but I know you and I know you don't ever give up or hide things. Once your feelings are out in the open, you leave it like that. You are incapable of hiding them."

"I have for this long," she smiles. "So, no pressure, but whatever we do with this knowledge is up to you."

"No pressure? What the hell has happened to you? Are you feeling alright?" He teases, a smirk playing on his lips despite his best attempts to hide it. "I, uh, I guess you're waiting on me to say something?"

"Kinda."

"You... It's complicated."

"No shit."

"Do I love you? Yes, of course I do. We're friends and you've been my family for a long time. When I woke up from the accident, you didn't know about it, didn't feel the need to be careful with me or treat me like I was marked fragile. Granted, we were just having no name sex, but still. And when you found out, you didn't care much. You had Michael, and remember how scared you were? That's why I agreed to take you both in, and it turned out to be both one of the best and worst things to happen to me. We fell into a solid friendship and eventually in love. You word blurted every feeling you had and I just didn't tell you how I felt. When I did, you fucked Sonny because of a misunderstanding. That hurt. But I survived. Came back to town and we were best friends again. The feelings never fully died, but I definitely loved Sam too, still love her to an extent. I just, I don't know anymore what to do to cause the least amount of pain."

"That was emotional, Mr. Morgan," the blonde smiles at his friend. "Maybe you're not stone cold anymore."

He just rolls his eyes and smiles at his friend who's distracting herself. "If you can hide a feeling, anything's possible."

"That felt personal," she jokes. "But where does this leave us? I mean, we both have feelings for each other, but I just so happen to be married to your boss and second closest friend. And you just got out of a long term relationship."

"Absolutely no clue. You're with Sonny, I'm single, and Sam's definitely about to tell him what happened here," Jason sighs. "God, our lives are complicated."

"Seems like my sneaking around plan won't work. Damn. How about my better plan, one where we figure out what we are to each other first," she smiles at him.

"That's somehow even more complicated," he sighs.

"Do you want to explain it to Sonny that we're unlabeled or something?" Carly raises an eyebrow at the man she knows so well. "Exactly. You don't. I don't either but I guess we've got to go with my plan."

"The plan that also involved Sam, the scorned woman, not telling him? Good luck with that," he chuckles, thinking deeply.

The only thing that pulls him out of his thoughts is the sudden feeling of her lips on his. They pull away when he registers what's happening and he looks at her, confused. "What the hell just happened?"

"I kissed you, genius," she smiles at him. "And you didn't kiss back."

"I was thinking," he defends himself. She cocks an eyebrow and he rolls his eyes. "Do you want me to kiss you?"

"No need to be so formal," she smirks and they kiss.

Conveniently, Sonny shows up right then.

To be continued

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Whatever Keeps You Up At Night

Boy, this fic has been one I've been picking at for months. And while it's not perfect, I think I'm going to go ahead and post it cause I feel pretty good about it. There's a few song, movie, and poem references. I'll be surprised if someone gets them all.

In this fic the reader thinks about sleep

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Clouds drifted across inky skies. Your central heat was cranked up just enough to leave you defrosted, but not any higher in fear it could fail. You thought of getting something to drink, but you didn't want to leave the warmth and comfort of your bed. Winter wasn't your favorite season, but it reminded you of him.

Oh, if you would've been in his home, there certainly would've been more sound. It wouldn't have necessarily come from the house itself, but from him; his breathing, footsteps, or the light whistle of his teeth which covered up his snoring; its sound feeding the springtime in your heart. If you had gone over when he was ready to go to bed, he would've stayed up and entertained you. Yet, none of that could've taken place if he wasn't home. So, you weren't in his home, you were in yours.

In the sharp corners where shadows laid, you dared not step until it was noon. In the daytime, though mostly in the evening was the draft which never went away and gave you a chill; causing you to wrap your duvet closer. It smelled like Ricks detergent, and you were surrounded by the night. You weren't a stranger to its lonesome ways, nor were you acquainted with it, but you existed in it; willing yourself to be anything other than awake. Try as you may, tonight's sleep might not come so readily, because you already begun to think about him and dearly wished he was home; on earth; in this dimension; anywhere close if he could help it; except for right now where it could not be helped that he was on assignment and that you had to be without him much longer then you wished, but you would wait as well as go on because you did have a life; albeit a little bland without him.

At night, while part of the world was quieting down, other parts were waking up and heading off to work; you could do either; so could he. Sometimes you would work through the night, especially when you had an idea itching to be written, but most often you would sleep; or at least try to sleep with hopes of having sweet dreams; at times your dissociated thoughts having found their way back to you. You had never been much of a dreamer, and you rarely liked to dream; you never felt rested enough in the morning after, but at times it was nice; more so if Rick was in them. Thoughts of how he was doing kept you up at times - as it was doing now - and you could only wonder where in the universe he currently was, but you'd almost forget about it if anxious thoughts took over, and problems you hadn't solved reappeared. Sometimes thoughts of the past intermingled with your dreams; as pleasant or heartbreaking as they could be.

Tossing and turning were options you could accept, but if he was available, you'd call Zeta-7 to hear him, and allow his cheerfulness to ease you into a gentle submission; to relax beyond compare, and leave you in a decent enough mood to doze. Why, you could listen to him explain anything from quantum mechanics to the variety of animal mutations which existed in a galaxy far, far away; to be lulled and softened by his cadence, was a treat you wouldn't have traded for anything in the world. If it happened on the rare chance that you were overcome by exhaustion, you'd just fall asleep as soon as your head hit your pillow; not understanding how or when you'd close your eyes, though you were always grateful when you did. However, if it so happened that you woke up randomly without a cause, but from a feeling, then you knew; you had just missed him; his existence being like a midnight soliloquy; like a ghost, he was sometimes there, but then wasn't; it wasn't that difficult to see why, but it still surprised you nonetheless.

It seemed that once you had given Rick the permission to visit whenever he liked, he did; being woken by the familiarity of his presence on more than one occasion. It was neither ambiguous or obscure, but there, like the air you breathed, being a living, positive force of goodness; vital to your existence. Just when you thought there were no other comparisons to be made, he continued to become and shape himself into the extraterrestrial being that he caused himself to be. Oh, some days you would miss him something fierce, but whenever you'd find yourself so alone, you'd remember that he'd come; whenever it was that he could.

Now, he wasn't sloppy, nor did he hide that he had come by, but he was careful. Quietly, he would check about the house, then would step into your bedroom with caution as though sleeping beauty might wake. At times you only caught the blur which barely stepped out of the doorway, or was soothed by the hand which smoothed out your hair, and other times it was just his scent which lingered; an echo of his existence. Once he sang you a Mexican love song, which made your heart burn, and it seemed interwoven into your half-woken state; having been so drowsy you thought you had dreamt it. And because he worked at random hours, and sometimes for days and weeks at a time, he'd come and lightly kiss you hello and goodbye before going back to work, though your recollections were few. It was precious, and you enjoyed it; at least when you were conscious of it. Most of the time, however, you were only aware of the warmth which touched your cheek and of the blanket which had been placed over you when you were cold; these being the other ways in which he showed you he loved you.

Yet, it happened one night, just as you were about to go to sleep after having spent a better part of the day typing, you saw the familiar green glow in the hallway, and then saw him come through your doorway. He looked at you as though you were a ghost, and you stared into the dark, your nowhere man being there; somewhere out of your reach. As you were about to turn on the light, his gentle touch stopped you. Unsure of what he was about, you didn't struggle as he pulled you into an embrace, but having him squeeze you with all his might, trembling despite himself left you unsettled. “Ricky," you wondered; a flutter of anxiety starting to build in your chest. "what's the matter?”

“I-I-I wish I could just stay here with you,” he began in a low voice; the scent of smoke and disinfectant coming off of him as you rubbed his back. “where n-nothing bad happens.”

He had smelled like this before; as though he had been busy with janitorial duties instead of sorting through papers or lab samples. “Bad day?”

“Y-yeah."

Bad wouldn't be the beginning as to describe it; of that you were sure. You assumed it was another case where he was responsible for the lowly, more humble work which his workmates didn't care to do; or was assigned as to demean him; bullied into doing; likely all of the above. “I'm sorry,” you softened. “I hope it wasn't that bad.”

“It's - I'll b-be fine. I just - I-I had to see you.”

A chill ran through your back. Under any other circumstances, you could've interpreted that as one of his romanticisms, but his quiet desperation brought about a fresh wave of worry instead. "But can you see me in the dark?"

"I wouldn't have been able to if it wasn't for my bionic eye. Did I-I tell you about that yet? I'm sorry if th-that sounds gross."

"I don't know if you told me yet. I guess now is a good time as ever, but maybe you can explain it in detail another day."

"I'm s-sorry, I know you were about t-t-to go to bed, but I - all I could think about was you."

Warmth flooded your cheeks, and you wished you had worn something cuter instead of an old pair of pajamas, but you knew he didn't care. Zeta-7 was lovely that way. You tried to think of something flirty to say in return, but a yawn escaped you instead."Boy, I really have bad timing, d-don't I?" he commented.

"Dear, don't get me wrong, I love having you here," Which was true in all respects, though you wondered if you could put him at ease. "but maybe… perhaps it would be better if we went to the living room. I can get you something warm to drink if you'd like.”

“Y-you don't have to do that." he said in a hurry. "Besides," he continued. "don't - don't I look better this way?”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you cooed.

“No, you don't. Why would you say that? I already know you as you are and I can say for certain that you are the light of my life. To me, you've always been handsome. In fact," you smiled up at him; unsure if he could see your sincerity. "you're the man of my dreams. I dream of you, of that darling smile, of your winning personality which lights up my days, and of your sweetness. Your unconditional sweetness. If you don't believe me, you can always check my dreams.”

“Gosh, if life….si la vida pudiera ser u-un sueño," he sighed, "then I'm sure it'd be you. If I-I had the time it'd be nice if we could - if I could dwell there; in that dreamland of yours. I bet it'd be swell, and normally I'd think all of that - all of which you suggested would be swell, but today hasn't been--it hasn't been that kind t-t-to me."

"I know, but isn't there anything I can do for you Rick?"

He didn't answer. You moved a hand to caress his face in hopes of soothing him but instead found a bump on his right cheek which caused him to wince. “What was that?"

"It's - it's nothing."

"Don't you lie to me Ricardo," you reprimanded. "this is something."

Gingerly, you followed where his skin was warmer than usual and was raised. Your heart sank at the thought of what could've happened. "Oh no, did they…. did they hurt you? What happened?"

A noise escaped him, but he neither confirmed nor denied. This, in turn, made you reluctant to want to return him to the monsters, but you knew he would go; whether or not you wanted him to. The villainy which existed in his kind and Zeta-7's rarity made him such an easy target. You had talked to him about it before, about how he should speak up, but the harsh reality of his situation prevented him from doing so, and you wondered how much more would they try to take from him. True, he wasn't a broken man, but even bravery needed its encouragement and you were going to love him all the more for it because that's all you could do at the moment. "My sweet, sweet man, do you know what I love about you?"

Passing a hand through his hair, you were careful not to brush his cheek, to which a sigh escaped him; the likes of it as though he only just now began to calm. You continued. "I love that no matter what, you'll persevere and continue to be determined. You're so strong, that I couldn't be prouder, but please, don't let them take you away from me."

The arms which had almost been lenient in their affection held you a fraction tighter; immovable in the way in which you were grounded. It was as though being in want of comfort, he in turn desired to return in kind; his impalpable emotions giving way to simpler, softer ones. "I missed you. I-I missed this. Warm hugs and a-affirmation."

"If it's hugs you want," you replied softly. "you can have as many as I can give you. Affirmation? I'll give you enough to reach the moon. I'm no scientist, but somehow, I know you could make it come true."

Warm lips kissed your forehead, and a relieved chuckle brushed your cheek. "The math w-would be nearly impossible."

"So there's a chance." you giggled.

Leaning in close enough, he pressed his forehead to yours. "Yes, th-there is if you believe it enough."

"I do believe, but more so I believe in you. How...how can it be that someone as incredible as you would be harmed by people who look the same? To hurt my man of all people? I ought to get some training and become your bodyguard or something. It just isn't right for anyone else to touch even a hair on your head."

“It um - it was an accident. I sh-should've been paying attention to where I was going. I know it seems bad, but it isn't." which you knew wasn't completely true. "However, I'll get it treated. I-I promise.”

"Why don't you let me take a look at it? I have a first aid kit in the hallway. And while I never finished my medical training, I know enough to treat this. Please, why not let me play nurse and help you feel a little better?"

“M-mi corazón, I would rather y-you don't see it. It looks worse th-then it actually is, but it's fine. Really, I-I swear it is. You've already done more than enough.”

Pulling away a bit, you wondered. "Have I? It seems all I've done is talk you into oblivion, but what about you?"

"Wh-what about me?" he wondered.

"It isn't like you to swear. I haven't heard you swear yet." you teased, pressing a soft kiss on his injury. "I doubt I ever will."

"It's not th-that kind of swear," he began to explain, but then he stopped, thought for a bit, then chuckled. "but I-I-I see what you're - I understand the joke."

You noticed that Zeta-7 avoided standing in the moonlight, and while you couldn't really see him, you didn't relent in your expressions. “Man, if I would've known you were coming over, I would've dressed up a little and made sure there was extra food for you to eat. I'm sorry.”

“It's alright, I-I already ate. I finally used my coupon for Rick's Diner near main street."

Playing with the collar of his sweater you wondered. "Was it any good?"

"It um - it was alright, but I think next time I'll pack some food to warm up. You um - you smell nice by the way. I'm sorry if I-I smell.”

By now, you had gotten used to the variety of smells which could've wafted off him. He had smelled better and worse before, but that only added to his curious ways and charms. "Well, if you're so worried about it, then why don't you stop being so shy and come a little closer. That way you could smell like me."

The silence which proceeded was almost frightening. Hmm, you might've gone too far again, but you couldn't help yourself; half the time he opened the way for light teasing. And yet, you had told yourself before that it wasn't so kind to play with an old man's heart; despite the best of intentions, it might not have been perceived that way, but in the quiet of the room, you could feel his mature heart quicken at your words, and the light rustle of clothes as he fidgeted despite himself. He was so adorable, it was almost criminal, but before he could stumble upon himself in embarrassment, you added. "I was just kidding. Goodness, I guess I have bad timing too. At least where jokes are concerned. Still, to have you here…it's better than a dream."

Again, there was a silence that proceeded and you felt the tug of doubt, but he broke the silence with his sincerity. "I-I never thought you - that I'd be so lucky to enjoy moments like th-this. Let alone with a-a woman."

"In the dark?"

"Whenever. I'm s-sorry I still get embarrassed, but you make me nervous at times. Y-you can be a little unpredictable."

"Good," you brightened. "keeps things exciting. Though, everytime you say something like that, it makes me wonder if it'd be the last time I'd hear you say it. It better not be."

"In my line of work," he admitted solemnly, "there's always a-a chance of that happening, but it's not - I don't like to think about it. However, it does make me appreciate that I'm able to have someone when I - when I'm lonely. I know how pitiful that sounds and how much I repeat it, but you don't know how it's been a great comfort. If you weren't here I'd…"

Though the words died in his throat. You had a feeling as to what he might've meant to say, and frankly, you were glad to not have heard them. Rubbing his back, you cooed. "It's okay. It's all going to be fine. I don't mind how many times you tell me, because I know how much you mean it. I'm right here if you need me. As I am now, and always will be. If you'd like anything...if you need to or want some fresh clothes to change into, I'm sure I can find something around here that might fit. If you want to stay here with me, that's ok too. Whatever you need, I'll be happy to help."

"Allowing me t-t-to come here is more than enough."

Resting a hand on his chest you wondered. "Are you sure? You could stay. Couldn't you stay?"

"I-I wish I could princess. You don't know how much I'd rather be here, but I-I don't want them coming here t-t-to retrieve me, so it's better if I go soon."

"Why?"

"If the guard Rick's have to retrieve me one too many times, they might limit my portal gun use and I'd rather avoid that."

"I swear, I think there's a curse keeping us apart."

Caressing your cheek with the pad of his thumb, he chuckled. “By now, I ugh - I suppose I've become a bit of a broken record, but I promise I'll make it up to you. Curses and swearing aside that is."

"I know."

You didn't want him to go. Not back to those people who couldn't appreciate him. How he put up with it you didn't know. “Maybe one of these days, you could skip out on work and we'll go somewhere. Maybe we could go to Blips and Chitz, and I'll try that one dance game designed for spider people. Wouldn't that be nice? Then we could go see the Jerry's and I can get asked embarrassing questions all about you. How does that sound?”

Bending down to kiss you, he winced but kissed you nonetheless. “That would be swell, but w-we can't go tonight. I-I should get going. I had wanted to make sure you were safe, but it's nice t-t-to see you up. I hope you didn't mind me barging in this way.”

“I don't mind, but I only wish that I could be awake more often when you're here.”

“I-I know, but it's okay. I usually can't stay for long anyway.”

What a shame it really was. You hid your face in his chest, relishing in the warmth and softness of his sweater while you still could; foolishly hoping that he would change his mind. Who would've known he could be so stubborn. Then again, you couldn't find fault in that. “Maybe if I ask the sandman hard enough to bring me a dream," you admitted in a girlish voice. "then I'll see you again real soon."

"I will see you. Y-you only have to look for me."

"In my dreams?"

"If y-you believe."

You pulled him in for a kiss then, pressing peck after peck knowing that he would disappear. You knew he didn't get enough affection already, and he'd have to make due with what you could give him, but was it really enough? You'd never know. With one arm around you, his other was digging around in his pockets for his portal gun. And just as his fingers lightly brushed it, you stopped him and handed him your favorite stuffed animal. “Huh? F-for me?”

“Mhm. That's Bimbo, he'll be sure to keep you safe. He um…my dad had always told me that this stuffy would keep me safe and I consider him one of the dearest friends in the world, but right now I know I'm not the only one who could use a friend. I'm sure he'd be happy to keep you company for a while."

"But h-he's important to you."

"True, but you're the most important to me. Now, something to remember is that he likes to give plenty of hugs and enjoys tea parties, though he would never readily admit it."

"I-I like those things too."

"See? You two are going to be good friends. There's no doubt that you two will get along."

The arm which had been holding you about your waist held you a fraction tighter, and if you hadn't given him a light push, he might've not been encouraged to go. “You gotta let me go now. I don't want you to get in trouble. Please, just make sure to return to me in one piece. Understand?.”

“Yes, I-I-I do. I will.” he answered, before opening a portal and stepping through.

The warmth he had brought was already growing cold. And checking the time, you were sure that you weren't going to get a wink. So dragging the duvet cover with you, you plopped yourself on the couch and flipped through Interdimensional cable, until you found a movie you've might've watched a dozen times before; snuggling into the pillow that still smelled like him; hoping that he will be fine.

Fin

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