#by mess i just mean that i've jumped all over the place and need to A) fill in parts and B) make sure what i've got is cohesive

[quaranmine]

TONIGHT. I WRITE MORE.

[sunraies]

Rafe x Sleepy! Reader where he freaks out that she’s not answering her Phone and thinks The worst scenario that she’s sick of him, cheating etc. But It gets better when she calls him while he’s with The boys and she’s in her pj’s telling him she just woke up and asking what happened that made him call so many times 🥹

Sleepy baby

As requested above

Warnings - insecurities, toxic thoughts, drug use, drinking, and mentions of sex. Ending fluff.

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16 hours ago, you posted to your insta story. 16 hours since you'd been laughing, smiling, singing, and dancing into the camera. Music pumping and disco lights blazing as you partied into the night.

You looked so happy, surrounded by your college friends. Some he knew, and some he didn't. He wished he could have been there with you. Long distance was slowly killing him, he was sure of it.

Although he'd been uneasy about you going so far away, things had been working out. He visited as often as he could, and you came home for the holidays. But it was moments like this when he started to doubt it all. His mind would spiral.

At first, he thought there was a reasonable explanation for you not texting him when you made it home and for not responding to his messages. You were probably to tired and drunk, simply forgotten.

But as the hours ticked by and multiple messages and phone calls later, his mind began to wander to darker places. You didn't need him anymore. You had finally realised it. You had found someone else. Someone else had found you.

You were a college student, you didn't need some hometown boyfriend dragging you down, you had finally decided to live your best life. Without him. Party, sex and drugs.

Well, two could play at that game. The moment Topper had told him about a party happening, he immediately said he would go. Fuck it, he was still the Kook King, he knew how to party, how to have any person he wanted.

The problem was that you were the only person he wanted. After a few drinks, he found himself where he normally ended up at parties. Sat with his boys, Topper, Kelce, and Barry, nursing a beer, smoking a blunt, doing a few lines, and glazing into the fire pit as the sky of endless stars shone above them.

"Bro, that's like the billionth time you checked your phone." Topper pointed out as Rafe pulled his phone out of his shorts pocket again.

"What's up, Little Miss Havard ghosting you?" Barry teased as he through arm an over Rafe's shoulders.

"Fuck off" Rafe tried to shake his arm off before sighing as looked at his phone again.

All that stared back at him was you as his lock screen and a couple of notifications, but none from you.

"Oh, shit. You really think she is?" Barry's smirk dropped, suddenly noticing his friend genuinely down about something.

"She's probably just busy," Kelce tried to reassure him. "You know with essays and shit. I mean, I have a shit ton, and that's just online"

Out of everyone in their little friend circle, you were the only one who moved the furthest away. Topper was on a gap year, Kelce was doing online courses, Barry was dealing, and Rafe had to follow in Ward's footsteps. A few of your friends did gap years.

Rafe nodded slowly. "What if, what if she's do -" He didn't finish his sentence as his phone screen suddenly lit up. 'FACETIME - Baby 😍 💍'

He nearly dropped his phone in the panic of answering it. For a spilt second, he thought about letting it ring out of spite. You'd not answered any of his. But he couldn't do it, for all the spiralling his mind had been doing. He needed to talk to you.

"Rafe, hey, you ok?" You looked so sleepy as you rubbed your eye. "I'm so sorry, I've been asleep all day"

If he could have jumped into the screen and kissed you in that moment, he would have. You looked so adorable, hair in a mess, no makeup, clearly sat in your dorm room bed as he recognised the bed sheets and the tapestry on the wall behind you.

What made his heart warm the most was that you were in one of his t-shirts. One of many you had borrowed/stolen.

He knew he was smiling at his screen like a complete goof. But he didn't care.

"Where are you?" You asked, trying to work out the noises around him and odd lighting of the fire pit. "Why did you call so much? Everything ok?" You asked, concerned.

"Everything's good, baby," He smiled. "Just at a party with the boys." He turned the phone around to show them

"God, Rafe, no don-" Too late, there you was in all you sleepiness. Proudly held up on his phone screen.

"Mrs Country Club!" Barry greeted as the others said "yo" and "hey"

You awkwardly waved and smiled as your cheeks burned before Rafe turned the phone back him.

"Well, I better not keep you from the party. As long as everything is ok?" You could tell something wasn't quite right, but didn't push it. He'd tell you in his own time. He always did.

"Everything is fine, my sleepy baby." He smiled, not giving a shit if the others heard.

"Alright, see you this weekend? Facetime tomorrow?" You smiled as he nodded before saying I love yous.

"Aww, my sleepy baby. Sleepy bab-" Barry teased before Rafe pushed him. Causing his chair to topple backwards onto the grass. Making everyone who witnessed laugh.

He glanced at his phone one last time, seeing you smiling face on his lock screen and new message 'Baby 😍💍 - I really do love you ❤️😘'

[prokopetz]

In recent posts I've complained that a lot of tabletop RPGs which toss around the term "fiction first" don't actually understand what it means, and I've been asked to expand on that complaint. So:

In my experience, there are two ways that game texts which want to position themselves as "fiction first" trip themselves up, one obvious and one subtle.

The first and more obvious pitfall is treating "fiction first" as an abstract ideology. They're using "fiction first" as a synonym for "story over rules" in a way that calls back to the role-playing-versus-roll-playing discourse of the early 2000s. The trouble is, now as then, nobody can usefully explain what "story over rules" actually entails. At best, they land on a definition of "fiction first" that talks about the GM's right to ignore the rules to better serve the story, which is no kind of definition at all – it's just putting a funny hat on the Rule Zero fallacy and trying to pass it off as some sort of totalising ideology of play.

A more useful way of defining "fiction first" play is to think of it not in terms of whether you engage with the rules at all, but in terms of when they're invoked: specifically, as a question of order of operations.

Suppose, for example, that you're playing Dungeons & Dragons, and you pick up the dice and say "I attack the dragon". Some critics would claim that no actual narrative has been established – that this is simply a bare invocation of game mechanics – but in fact we can infer a great deal: your character is going to approach the dragon, navigating any inclement terrain which lies between them, and attempt to kill the dragon using the weapon they're holding in their hand. The rules are so tightly bound to a particular set of narrative circumstances that simply invoking those rules lets us work backwards to determine what the context and stakes must be for that invocation of the rules to be sensical; this, broadly speaking, is what "rules first" looks like.

Conversely, let's say that your game of Dungeons & Dragons has confronted you with a pit blocking your path, and you want to make an Athletics check to cross it. At this point the GM is probably going to stop you and say, hold up, tell us what that looks like. Are you trying to jump across it? Are you trying to climb down one wall of the pit and up the other? Are you trying to tie a rope to the halfling and toss them to the other side? In other words, before you can pick up the dice, you need to have a little sidebar with the GM to hash out what the narrative context is, and to negotiate what can be achieved and what's at stake if you mess it up; this, broadly, is what "fiction first" looks like.

At this point I know some people are thinking "wait, hold on – both of those examples were from Dungeons & Dragons; are you saying that Dungeons & Dragons is both a rules-first game and a fiction-first game?" And yeah, I am. That's the second, more subtle place where game texts that talk about "fiction first" go astray: they talk about it as though being "fiction first" or "rules first" is something which is inherent to game systems as a whole.

This is not in fact true: being "fiction first" or "rules first" is something which describes particular invocations of the rules. In practice, only very simple games spend all of their time in one mode or the other; most will switch back and forth at need. Generally, most "traditional" RPGs (i.e., the direct descendants of Dungeons & Dragons and its various imitators) tend to operate in rules-first mode in combat and fiction-first mode out of it, though this is a simplification – when and how such mode-switching occurs can be quite complex.

Like any other design pattern, "fiction first" mechanics are a tool that's well suited for some jobs, and ill suited for others. Sometimes your rules are fine-grained enough that having an explicit negotiation and stakes-setting phase would just be adding extra steps. Sometimes you're using the outputs of the rules a narrative prompt, and having to pin the context down ahead of time would defeat the purpose. Fortunately, you don't have to commit yourself to one approach or the other; as long as your text is clear about how you're assuming a given set of rules toys will be used, you can switch modes as need dictates. However, you're not going to be capable of that kind of transparency if you're thinking in terms of "this a Fiction First™ game".

(Incidentally, this is why it can be hard to talk about "fiction first" with OSR fans if you're being dogmatic about fiction-first framing being an immutable feature of particular games. Since traditional RPGs tend to observe the above-described rules-first-in-combat, fiction-first-out-of-combat division, and OSR games tend to treat actually getting into a fight as a strategic failure state, a lot of OSR games spend most of their time in fiction-first mode. If you go up to an OSR fan and insist that D&D-style games can never be fiction-first, then attempt to define "fiction first" for them and proceed to describe how they usually play, they'll quite justifiably conclude that you have your head up your ass!)

[neeeooon]

(un)official hype squad ;

29 | official hype squad

you jumped at the knock on your door and flung it open to reveal a red-eared rin standing with a little bag in his hand. “hi,” he greeted flatly, and you beamed at the sight of him.

“hi! you really didn’t have to buy me food, i swear i was joking about that.”

rin shrugged and toed his shoes off when you let him inside. “it’s fine. i don’t want you to think i’m mad at you.” you looked away so he didn’t see the blush on your face. clearing a spot on your table for him, you waited for rin to place the nuggets down before helping him unload the bag.

though the quiet between you was oddly comfortable, your mind wandered to the remaining days of his break. “you have to go back to blue lock in a few days, right?” rin shrugged, so you continued. “any idea what’ll happen?”

“no contact, probably. but other than that, i’m not sure. we’re popular now, so maybe something that involves the hype squad.” he said it so casually you almost missed that he referred to you and your girls as the hype squad. rin tended to ignore that chat, so you were surprised to hear him acknowledge you and your little group.

you chuckled and shook your head. “think we’ll get our own blue lock contract? we could make a bet?”

“no need. the sponsees will want to utilize your publicity.” you blinked at the big words, a little upset that he didn’t humor you, but brushed it off and smiled.

rin finally looked up from the food, and your grin slowly faltered the longer he scanned your features. tell him. tell him! your mind screamed, so you sucked in a breath and ran a nervous hand through your hair. “um, i actually have something i wanted to ask you before you leave…”

when you struggled to continue, he tilted his head to the side slightly, silently showing that he was listening. your face felt warm as you said, "i, uh, like you. i like hanging out with you."

"that's not a question," he teased after a moment, but you could see the little grin tugging at his lips as he turned his attention back to the food. sighing, you copied his actions and went on. "my question is, would you want to keep talking after you leave? just the two of us?"

"as friends?" he asked quietly, gaze still trained intensely on the nuggets. you shook your head. "maybe more than that?"

when he finally looked at you again, your pulse jumped into your throat. his eyes, usually sharp and full of disinterest, were sparkling. "more. you mean as in a couple?"

"if you don't want that, it's totally fine. we don't have to talk at all if you don't want to. but i like you, and i want to spend time with you and... i don't know what i'm saying—"

rin cut you off by reaching over and gently taking your hand in his. "i've never been someone's boyfriend before. i might mess it up."

you couldn't help but chuckle a bit at how shy he sounded. "then we can mess up and figure it out together. more than anything, i want to watch you succeed."

"i want you there when i do," he admitted, causing your stomach to flip. rin ran his thumb over your knuckles gingerly, and you stared expectingly at him. "me too."

he met your eyes. "can... will you... are we dating, now?"

you laughed, giving his hand a squeeze as you nodded. "yeah, we're dating now."

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[celestialprincesse]

John Price's secretary 💌

John was adamant that he was fine working alone - desperate to convince Laswell that he didn't need help with the mounting paperwork and mission reports piling up on his desk. The last thing he needed was some airhead flitting around base and getting in everyone's way with the sole purpose of lessening his workload. He was a captain, should've been able to file his own paperwork just like the rest of his men.

That's why on your first day, he was no less than brusque with you. You who strode into his office with a polite smile and a practised firm handshake, introducing yourself to him with the obvious statement of your name and position. He couldn't help but immediately think to himself how lovely you were, how out of place the radiance of your smile was in such a dark place as this. His introduction was as gruff as yours was gentle, listing off your duties to you like you didn't already know what they were, a tablet already in hand as you took note of any extra information provided to you with a stiff reluctance, nails tapping away at the screen before you, his calendar already jotted meticulously down to the hour.

"Anything you want me to prioritise?" You chirped warmly, ignoring the way his eyes had already returned somewhat dismissively back to the screen of his desktop. In a way, though, you were almost relieved he wasn't looking at your expression, wasn't looking to see the way your eyes went wide when he pointed at the box of unfilled paperwork stored messily in manila files, dumped on the floor beside his desk, piled so high they leaned. You were sure that even one more piece of A4 thrown on the pile would have the whole thing come tumbling down like depressing corporate Jenga.

The paperwork had you drowning until lunch, heel tapping rhythmically against the linoleum as you stamped off and filed, stamped off and filed, hours crawling by at a snails pace whilst your desk became increasingly cramped for space. The paper overrunning your desk also occupied your mind so much that you didn't notice the tall shadow of John Price looming over you until he cleared his throat, making you jump with a squeaked out "Oh!" and a hand clutching at your chest in surprise.

"Didn't mean to startle you." He rumbled lowly, his warm, apologetic tone making you blush, unintentionally fluttering your eyelashes up at him, an action which causes him to inadvertently ball his fist, trying to hide the appreciative glaze settling over his baby blues. "You haven't eaten." His voice came out softer, trying not to startle you again.

"No. I guess not." You muttered softly in response, torn halfway between staring back up at him and shying away from the intensity of his gaze. "S'pose I got too caught up in all of this." A hand indicating to the paperwork drowning your desk made him chuff out something which sounded pleasantly like a laugh.

"Would you like some lunch?" Had you nodding emphatically in response, not even realising how hungry you'd become in your intense focus.

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

The next few months were much the same, paperwork lumped on your desk, working until John came and offered you to join him for lunch. With every meal shared you learned more about him, and with every guiding hand he placed on the small of your back when he walked you to the mess hall, you grew more - appreciative? Your guilty little work crush grew harder to suppress.

It was hard not to be into John Price, with his gruff demeanour and contradictorily soft eyes and gentle hands, you couldn't help it. He was a good, kind man, so different from the others who haunted your past - a fact which you struggled to forget when he'd walk you to your car after working late, occasionally even bringing you coffees on early mornings.

".. You with me?" His voice snaps you from your reverie, his fingers drumming on the wood of your desk, one eyebrow raised in intrigue.

"Sorry?" You murmur in confusion.

"Said I've got a work dinner tonight with some important people. Need you to come along, take some notes for me."

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

[lara4eclipze]

— 𝓘'm a sucker for you.

— ( 🥀 ) follow you through the dark, can't get enough you're the medicine and the pain, the tattoo inside my brain and, baby, you know it's obvious

sophia laforteza x fem reader, vamp!soph, human!reader, fluff, suggestive (?), biting, blood, swearing, wc[?], tags listed below

your best friend sophia has been acting weird lately, I mean she is weird but weirder, she looks paler and she gets very snappy toward everyone, and not to mention she had been staring at your neck weirdly

hey you're not one to jump to conclusions but it's hard not to when filipina have been dropping hints of wanting something that you just can't pinpoint

one night the rest of the katz and you were determined to find out what has been in the leaders mind that made her seem out of it

"so, y/n will go in the room and confront her, me and dani will lock the door from the outside and the rest will wait for your chat if it works" lara says as she walks you through the plan, it seemed full proof and worth the shot

"yes, I'll bring water, she's been in that room for like the whole week" you mutter grabbing some ice-cold water from the fridge, lara and daniela got in position waiting for your cue to go in the room

"wish me luck" you laugh a bit, but deep inside you are nervous, yoonchae cheers you on, mainly cause sophia also didn't want her in the room they share, and she had been sharing a bed with the eldest, "please, I want my bed back" yoonchae says, making manon roll her eyes

you knock on the door three times, before deciding to push in, you hear rustling from lara and daniela locking the door which you gulp to

the room was dim, not a single light ray passed through — sophia's bed was a mess of blankets and there she was, huddled her face buried in her legs as she practically shaked

worriedly you run up to the filipina, placing your hand on her arm — cold, she felt like ice which made you even more scared of the leaders well being

"soph, it's me — are you-" before the rest of your words left your mouth, sophia pinned you down quickly to the bed, her eyes gleamed red, as her chest heaved, "sophia, your scaring me" you mutter scared as you try to wriggle off from her vice likd grip

she looked scary, it was like you were face to face with an actual devil, with how sinister her expression was, sophia smiles her fangs fully showing — you felt your heart drop, you've never believed in vampires nor any entities of such, but right now its hard not to

"fuck, do you know how hungry I've been?" the older woman growls her face nearing your neck as she breathes in your fear — a delighted smile made it to her full lips "god your blood smells fresh"

your heart thumped against your chest, it felt like any second your supposed best friend is gonna kill you, "soph, what do you mean?" you stutter, trying to make sense of what the hell is even happening

"fuck y/n, i know you're not stupid, i need your blood right now" the leader growls, you can tell she is holding her self back to not hurt you since she senses your fear

"please" she pleads, she already has you pinned what the hell else are you gonna say? no? — whatever will turn her back to normal is whats best

"soph, do what you have to do" you replied, bracing yourself for whatever she might dish out, "thank you" sophia thanks

she sinks her teeth into your neck agonizingly slow, you wanted to scream as your mouth hung open but nothing came out, it was all too much — she proceeded to suck at the wound drinking what felt like gallons of your blood — you felt lightheaded as the room arounds you became warped and warm

"s-soph" you whimper as the olders mouth licks over the wound, her teeth shined with your blood as some dripped to her lips — "thank you so much" the filipina mutters

all you can think about is, wanting her to do it again — till you can barely feel anything around you, not that anything else mattered but her

sophia quickly carries your body and breaks the door of its hinges — leaving her members shocked as they looked at your limp body in their leaders arms

she showers you warmly — then cleans your wound, patching it up before laying you in lara's bed (the desi girl insisted), the katz worried muttering quickly faded out as your consciousness slipped

"what the fuck soph, what did you do to her?" daniela screams, panicked and partly thinking sophia killed you, megan quickly took yoonchae to another room to avoid getting into the heated questioning

"i can explain tommorow, i just want to be sure that y/n is okay" sophia dismissed all the questions, checking on you, kissing your forehead as you were asleep

note: hi pplz, short fic should i make pt2?

[happiest-hotch]

The Brink of Collapse

Summary: Aaron and reader have been on the brink of divorce for a long time. And then suddenly he's there, and feelings come to a head.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: very angsty, talk of divorce, mentions of strippers

It's been an odd month.

Surreal, in some ways.

You and Aaron have been on the brink of divorce for a while, but once you finally said the word, everything changed. It opened up a new world of feelings and even more hurt.

It didn't seem possible to feel more hurt, but here you are, sitting on the couch, feet tucked beside you, and a glass of wine on the coffee table. You need it for your nighttime reading, the first draft of a separation agreement, your and Aaron's full names on the top.

It feels like physical proof that you and Aaron have failed. Every sacrifice that was made in the decade you had been together wasn't enough. All the love in the world wasn't enough.

It hits you in a deeper place in your chest than you knew existed, and it makes breathing difficult.

Those papers are a taunt you've been putting off confronting, but it's time. It's something you have to do.

Your eyes gloss over the words, but you catch yourself slipping into a defense strategy where your name is removed from you, and it's a draft divorce settlement of detached clients.

"Late-night reading?" His voice makes you jump, startled by his appearance in front of you.

You had spaced out, thought he escaped through the front door to avoid whatever this awkward situation could be categorized as. You find yourself wishing that he did as he looks at you, trying to profile your thoughts. Dick.

You're both trying to keep life somewhat normal for the children, not wanting them to be caught up in your mess which means when he's in DC, he picks them up for the day and drops them back home. You just thought he'd leave out the front door rather than come across the house to talk to you.

"It's not that late." You reply. "Do you actually want to do this?" You're not sure why you ask, not when it's going to hurt.

"Do what, Ms. L/n?" Aaron asks, but he knows. He walks behind the couch and into the kitchen, taking the open bottle of wine and pouring himself a glass without invitation.

"Get divorced." You answer before adding something you probably shouldn't since there's no need. "I'm still technically Mrs. Hotchner."

He doesn't chuckle at your quip, but he looks close. "You wouldn't be holding that if we didn't." Carefully chosen words, as expected. "I've always loved that part of your name."

You scoff, shaking your head. "That's a conflicting message."

Aaron shrugs, sitting down on the couch next to you. You kind of wish he hadn't. He could have just gone back to wherever he's staying and you wouldn't have to do this metaphorical dance.

"They're not mutually exclusive." He explains. You try to keep a neutral expression, but it's hard to hear that your soon-to-be ex-husband likes that you have the same surname. "I love the name, doesn't mean we can't get divorced."

"I won't be Mrs. Hotchner then." You remind him, but you keep it lighthearted in tone.

The air is getting too grave and when things get too grave, you both say too much. It's painful conversation, of late. No more 'I love you's and bleeding heart promises of fixing it. You both know you're beyond repair so you talk about that, and it's getting depressing.

He shrugs. "Not necessarily. Plenty of women keep the name after divorce."

Divorce.

That dirty word that's become your reality.

"I've not considered it." You confess. It seems easier to be honest about something little. "Would it bother you? If I kept it?"

He waits a beat, staring into the semi-opaque wine. "No. Not in the slightest."

"I feel it could get real awkward." You admit and he frowns, not understanding what you mean. "When someone says, 'Oh, are you related to Aaron Hotchner' and I have to say, 'Yeah, he's my ex-husband.' I mean, you know half this town."

Aaron considers it for a second, that thoughtful frown on his brows. "I hadn't considered it." Obviously. "You have my blessing if you keep it."

You chuckle humorlessly. "Thanks."

"This whole thing doesn't have to be adversarial." He reminds you, but it's not condescending. He's almost smiling, lips tugging up at the corners.

Your eyes narrow at him. "Have I done something to make this feel adversarial?"

It's snider than it needs to be, but he comes back professionally. "No. But I've seen couples in our situation start arguing, even yelling, at every step."

You snort out a laugh. "The life of divorce attorneys, right?" He's telling it like you don't know like you're not still in the job he left for the FBI. You bite your bottom lip, considering whether to drive the conversation in a different direction, and come to the conclusion that it might make the conversation lighter and with it, stop the clenching feeling of your heart. "Do you still remember the Beamounts?"

He laughs louder than you've heard in a while. That does the trick and gives you a quick breath of relief, but it's gone as soon as it's there. "I couldn't forget it." He assures you. "Do you still have her little card? The one you kept in your wallet?"

You're almost giddy listening to him laugh, and it makes you giggle as you recall it. "Yes! She ran those exotic dance clubs, I remember. I'm still not sure if I'm offended she gave me the card… like, I can't work out if she thought I might be interested and would want to come watch, or if she thought I'd like to leave seven years of school and a law career behind to strip."

"Do you want me to take care of that card? It's been in there for what? Twelve years?"

His offer throws you a little, but your reaction comes out as teasing. "Oh, do you need her card? Now that we're about to be divorced?"

"I certainly don't." Unsurprising, he has no trouble with women. "But I do want to preserve your wallet's purity."

"I think she gave me the non-explicit version." You explain to him. "I'm sure there are some racy ones out there for guys that are into that stuff..." Something prompts you to push it further. "Like you."

Aaron laughs again, and you get another breath. "Very occasionally." He assures you.

"There's photographic evidence, Aaron." You remind him, smiling softly at the photos Morgan showed you of some BAU boys' nights out. Aaron looked so uncomfortable, and you're sure he spent the entire evening refusing to look at any woman's assets. It makes your stomach churn knowing that, if the situation arises again, he won't act the same way. "Unfortunately, good old Mrs. Beamount is spoken for these days, so I guess the card has no use to you."

He hits you with something you don't expect, although maybe you should have since it's in line with your mutual reminiscing. "That was the first time we met. Just baby lawyers thrown into the craziest case."

"I remember laughing with you about how ridiculous it was." The first time you laughed together about that, you breathed deeper than you ever have before. "Do you remember the thing with the dog?"

He snorts with laughter. It's probably not meant to be as attractive a sound as it is. "That damn chihuahua he insisted was possessed? I remember being so annoyed because I knew the dog couldn't be possessed. I kept asking myself what I'd done so wrong in my life that I had a client expecting me to argue it." Hearing his thoughts now is different than just laughing about back then. "Then when we got there, the damn animal was barking and growling in a demonic way. That was the weirdest thing I've ever seen in my life. It was possessed."

The passion with how he talks about a damn dog makes you smile. "Now imagine everyone seeing that and having to argue it wasn't demonic." You remind him of what your position was as his opposing counsel. "I felt so ridiculous arguing it. And she wanted the divorce settlement to include him taking it to the groomer." You shake your head disapprovingly at the memory. "It creeped me out that she kept it in her purse. That was the ugliest dog I'd ever seen."

It's odd to be laughing with him, considering your precarious relationship circumstances, and even odder that it's about the first case. Surely it should be about what Eden said today, bonding over your kids seems less intimate than talking about when you met.

"I remember she even tried to make herself look more motherly and nurturing in court, by taking care of it during the proceedings." He continues.

It's like you're watching the whole thing again, but you know how it ends. "I was just praying she wouldn't start breastfeeding it." You say. "Her boobs were so plastic that I think if she put that rabid dog near them, he'd chew them."

Aaron loses it laughing, clearly seeing the mental image that worried you 12 years ago. "Okay, okay, that's enough." He finally manages to get out.

You finish off the laughter, letting it die down rather than continuing the conversation.

"What did you think of me?" He asks, a surprising tangent. "When we first met?"

You know he knows since it had been discussed it a few times between dating and marriage, wanting to reminisce. Why he's asking now, you're not sure, and why you're answering, you're even less sure.

"I thought you were a jerk." You admit.

He laughs, but he's thinking about whether you think that again now. "Yeah?" He prompts you to go on.

"That's what happens when you arrive at a mediation meeting five minutes late with Ferrari keys." You remind him with the same disapproving frown.

You can still remember when he walked into the big boardroom, dressed in a perfectly fitted dark blue suit with his hair longer than it is now and parted down the middle. Compared to now, he looked so young, just 25 and straight out of law school, not having seen the most awful parts of the world. He's different now. His shoulder bag switched out for a briefcase being the most minor change.

When he walked into the room that first day, you were equally as pissed off by and attracted to him. It's full circle that you feel that way again.

"I had to find parking." He reasons.

You scoff, shaking your head in disbelief. "You didn't valet your car?"

"After the Ferrari, things were tight," Aaron says, but it's a joke. You both know he has money, the separation agreement dividing your assets wouldn't be so long if neither of you had money. "What about after that?" He asks. Sadistic or masochistic, you're not sure. It hurts you to relieve it in your memory, but is it hurting him?

"I was leaving that meeting. As fast as I could, of course." You pause for his laughter. "And you were already in the elevator." It hurts to recall, just like you expected. "I wondered if I should join you."

You still wonder now, if you made the right decision that day. On one hand, you'd have none of the good memories, but on the other, you wouldn't feel like your chest was clenching and your heart was threatening to shatter with each breath.

You decide to keep telling the story. "And I did. And you made me laugh, right off the bat, both of us giggling about the ridiculousness of our clients."

"Not very professional." He notes with a smirk. "Opposing counsel gossiping about their clients."

Your eyebrows pull together in a frown. "Why'd you make the first joke then?"

He wants to tell you it's because he needed to make you laugh, just to hear it and see you smile. His fear takes over and he settles for a quip. "I mean, you looked uptight, but I could tell you weren't."

Your scoff is accompanied by you hitting his shoulder, both of you laughing and it suddenly hits you that you're flirting with him.

It must hit him too because what he says is out of left field. "Part of me wonders if the reason you're only just looking at that is because, on some level, you're hoping we'll fix things and get back together." Fuck! Aaron has always been a straight shooter, but that was far too much honesty.

You gulp, the saliva in your mouth drying up. "Hey, let's just not go there, okay?" You offer. It's not a conversation you want to be having. Your mixed emotions coupled with his ability to push you, it's not a good combination.

"Sure." He admits, but his tone suggests he's unhappy, and so does his sigh. You're begging him with your eyes not to push it, to leave the house and the conversation, and not make it awkward and hurtful. "I never wanted this to be an argument. Do you know that? I know I've never been great at communicating and all this, but I've always tried to do the best for you, always tried to... I mean, I've never gotten divorced before, so I'm still feeling out the right way to do it."

You're not impressed he's lying through his teeth. Both of you know he didn't "always" do his best at communicating. Those last few months, he barely spoke to you. In fact, this conversation might contain more words than an entire few months.

And is there a "right way" to get divorced? You don't know, but you wish you could stop picking apart everything he's saying, overanalyzing.

You're caught on the first statement. "This isn't an argument, is it?"

"I guess not, but there's a vibe." He points out. "Maybe I'm being hypersensitive. Listen, I know this is hard. I think we both knew this probably wasn't going to be the easiest thing, right?"

You avert your gaze from him, a few tears welling in your eyes. "Yeah, we knew that."

"Hey, look at me." He implores.

You tilt your head to the ceiling, trying to stop crying before you start.

"If you're not ready to do this, then please just talk to me." He says- begs. "Please talk to me."

It's ironic really, him sitting there begging you to talk to him when formerly, it's been you doing the begging for him to share his feelings with you. An embarrassing amount of begging, really.

"Please don't do this." You beg back. "I'm not interested in the idea of being vulnerable in front of you, okay?"

He sighs a bit, hands falling to his side. The look on his face you can read. He's upset about not being able to comfort you, and he's begging himself not to show it. What the fuck does that mean?

"Fine." He agrees. "It's... I don't think I ever fully realized how much this whole thing would hurt, but I'm seeing it now."

You don't thank him sarcastically for being obvious. It's twisted that he's spilling his emotions now, and it's hard not to be resentful about it. If he had just fucking talked to you when you begged him to every night in your last month together, you wouldn't be here. It's too little, too late.

"I guess." You agree. "We'll just get it over with."

It stings his heart, so he stings you back. Whether it's intentional or on reaction, you can't tell. "Maybe you're right and we should get it drafted and signed so we can be finished as soon as possible." But, most surprisingly, he flip-flops. "I miss you, Y/n."

It's the same rollercoaster of emotions that your brain is riding in your head, but at least you're not saying it out loud and confusing the shit out of him. "Don't say that, Aaron." You warn him.

He has the nerve to be surprised by your harsh tone. "...what? It's just a fact. I miss you. Why is that bad to say?"

"Because I missed you for four months while you had one foot out the door of this marriage." You finally snap.

Aaron looks stunned and it only makes you angrier and more upset. "I know," He tells you.

He knows, but he'd never do anything about it. You try to act casual, taking a deep breath. "Okay." You attempt to leave it at that.

He won't let the conversation go. "I should have fought for us."

"You still can." You're not sure why you say it, but you do. Maybe you give him one last chance because you'll regret it forever if you don't.

"I am more in love with you than I have ever been." He bursts out, unable to help himself given the chance.

It makes your heart soar and your eyes water. You sit there silently, wrapping your arms around yourself tightly like it might protect you.

"I never should have put you in a position where you felt like something was wrong with us." Aaron looks at you so sincerely that you can't help the tears running down your cheeks. "It got to a point where I felt like I couldn't fix it so I didn't try, and I'm aware that was the wrong choice every day."

"I don't know what to say." You tell him. "Why bother coming to this conclusion, and telling me about it, when it's too late?" Maybe you're protecting yourself more than you need to be.

Aaron shakes his head. "Because it isn't."

"Aaron." You shake your head, holding up the literal divorce papers that exist to remind him. "So much has happened in the last four months."

"Not too much, though." He emphasizes.

He's pushing a button that makes your emotions boil over. "I don't even know where you're sleeping." You remind him firmly.

"Holy shit, Y/n!" Aaron's quick to assure you of what might have been going on in your head. "No." He pauses. "I'm sleeping at my office." You can't say that doesn't relieve you. "You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on. Since the day I met you, I've never looked at anyone the same."

His strong assurances make you cry more. "I don't know if we can fix this." You admit, disappointed in yourself.

"We absolutely can." He pleads to you. "You said we should get a divorce because love isn't enough to make this better, but there is more than love here. I am committed to you and I want to fix this."

You continue your tears and he reaches out to touch your cheek, wiping away your tears with the pad of his thumb. You lean into his soft touch. "I do too." You admit, the realization alleviating some of the aching in your chest.

"You mean the world to me," Aaron tells you firmly. "I will do anything to get us back on track. I wasn't before and I know I was stupid for it, but I'm listening, Y/n. To everything you need and want."

"I think we need help." You confess. "Like professional help."

He can't nod fast enough. "I agree. We can get that."

You stop him before he can pull out his phone. "Tomorrow." You request. "I just want a hug."

He hasn't had you in his arms in far too long, and he reaches out for you. You lay on his chest, letting him wrap his arms around you.

"Wow, I've missed you." He hums, breathing out a deep sigh of relief.

You sniffle your tears, nodding in agreement. "Me too."

"Y/n, I will never let it get this far again," Aaron assures you. "I was stupid and I can't lose you. I love you."

You're sure you feel the same way. Everything definitely wasn't fixed and there was a lot to do, but one thing you're sure about is being married to Aaron Hotchner. "I love you too."

[luveline]

Hello! I just want to start off by saying you're an absolutely amazing writer! I've been reading your blog for two years now, I believe, or something very close to it, and I still find myself awestruck by your talent when I check your blog, which is pretty much daily!

If you're up for the prompt and if you're not too swamped with requests, could I ask for a blurb with bombshell reader x Spencer? Maybe reader makes him something really sincere and handmade? Maybe a baked good or a knitted sweater? No special occasion needed, just because he deserves it 😋

Thank you for sharing your works with us! Be well and remember to take breaks! Love you Jade!!

Thank you my love, that is so kind! Love you♡

You feel sleek walking into the office that morning. Fitted clothes steamed and pressed, hair freshly upkept at the salon the previous weekend, nails manicured, smile primly painted, you look perfect. 

But that's not what you're excited about. 

Spencer lounges cross-legged at his desk, a book in his lap, surprisingly broad shoulders hunched as he reads at a more natural pace than usual. His desk is cluttered in organised chaos, books lining the partition that separate his desk from Derek's and Emily's, strange knickknacks scattered. There's a bunch of bright squishy things from Penelope, an upside down umbrella statue lined with hair elastics, and, cutest of all, his two photo frames. One of him holding baby Henry, and one of you. You and him, of course, but mostly you in the frame, closer, smiling like you love him as you angle the camera back in a well meaning and misaligned self portrait. 

You do love him. He hasn't caught on yet, is all. 

"Spencer," you greet, hoping he won't jump. He flinches minutely and lifts his head to yours, closing the book against his hand. "Sorry, I was trying to make it so you didn't jump." 

"My fault." He rubs his eyes. "Just been reading this book for so long it's messing with me." 

The book, of which he's told you about in detail, is about a documentary, which is in turn about a bunch of dark, ever-changing rooms, hallways and tunnels from within a house. The line between what's fiction within fiction blurs, and it's actually pretty scary if he's to be believed. "I've never seen you take so long reading one book, even if it is eight hundred pages," you say teasingly, letting the handle of your handbag slip down your shoulder. 

"The point is suspense," he says, eyes following your fingers where they dive into your bag. "Which needs time to build. What are they?" 

"These are for you, handsome." 

"You already gave me a present," he says quizzically. 

His birthday was a few days ago, and he's right. "These aren't for your birthday, Spence." 

He cracks the lid off of the tupperware on side at a time like he's scared he'll ruin the sweet treats within. You've made him fresh baked shortbread biscuits dipped in dark-chocolate and topped with sparse coconut shavings. 

"What are these?" he asks.

You both know that he knows they're cookies, so you answer the unasked question instead. "I wanted to make them for you. I think you'll like them, they're a little rich but the coconut helps even it out. You don't have to try them now or anything–" 

"Can I?" he asks, lips quirked into a gentle pout. 

"Sure." You hide your nerves as he bites into one, the cookie itself breaking softly, crumbs falling into his waiting hand. "They're messy. Should've warned you." 

He puts the uneaten half back in the tupperware and places it atop his closed book on the desk. He's nodding as he stands, arms quick over your shoulders. You can hear him swallow, his voice mildly hoarse as he says, "They're so nice," he praises, clearing his throat, "I think I swallowed too fast." His laugh warms your ear. "I can't believe you made those. How long did it take you?" 

"Not that long," you say, beaming as he pulls away. "I knew you'd like them." 

"It helps that you made them." He holds your elbow. "I don't know how to say thanks." 

You raise your cheek. "Only if you want." 

He kisses your cheek. You smile like a fool and giggle much the same, reaching around his arms to nab a cookie for yourself. They'd tasted nice last night when you tried them, but they're perfect after Spencer's praise. 

"No one's ever baked something for me before," he admits, the two of you standing much too close considering the setting. "I mean, there really wasn't a reason?" 

"No, Spence. I was watching some TV last night when I started thinking about you, and I recently got that cookbook, you remember? That was one of the dessert recipes. I had to make two batches because I put too much butter in the first try and they spread flat as a nickel." 

He smiles at your misfortune. "What?" you ask. "What's funny about that?" 

"It's not funny. You made me cookies and when they went wrong you made me more. I don't know what I–" His hand flirts with your elbow, index finger moving with a mind of its own, tickling you through your thin blouse. "You're amazing." 

"You make me really happy." You look down at his hand where it draws a line. "It makes me happy to be able to do something for you." 

Spencer can evidently see you turning shy, and he's a sweetheart, so he rescues you from your timidity with a life jacket. "Is there anything you can't do?"

"Not that I've found so far, handsome. Why, did you have something in mind?" 

He makes a big and genuine laugh, grabbing two cookies and forcing one into your hand. "You have to eat your share before Emily gets here." He nudges your hand up with his. "Go on. I'm not in the mood to share with anyone but you." 

[writtenbyan-aries]

Summary: anon request - "Hi can u do one like should've stayed home but with Sam please and can u make it so they end up fighting about leaving and not wanting to leave and so the car ride home is silent leaving Colby feeling awkward until they get home then they make up after a little bit more arguing please please pleas thank u."

Warning: This one shot will get dark at parts and contain the reader being targeted by the spirits and some actions include; being touched, pushed, choked, scratched, spoken to, and other things some readers might find a bit creepy. There will also be mentions of murder and such at the place of exploration and other bad things some readers may be triggered by and there will be a short SMUT scene at the end.

I also kinda changed around the ending a little bit, hope you don't mind!

Word count: 8.1K

"What's up guys. It's Sam and Colby."

You stand off to the side, watching as they do their intro, "Today." Sam presses his hands together and leans in, "We are at the Agatha Asylum, or better known as the worst place to be sent if you were already having a bad day."

"It's said that people who had, or thought to have had any kind of mental illness were sent here for-" Colby puts air quotes, "-help.. and they were punished by being chained to walls, stuck in cages, beaten, and most even faced death."

"We are here today to see if we can get some answers as to why the person in charge, John Agatha, would do something like this." Sam glances over at you, "We also have with us a very special guest, y/n."

You walk over, standing in between Sam and Colby and hold your hand up, "I don't know why I'm here. I hate asylums."

"You volunteered to handcuff yourself to the wall, remember?" Colby jokes and looks at you. You raise your eyebrows, "The fuck I did."

"Anyway." Sam tries not to laugh, "We are currently waiting on the owner of this asylum to get here so we can get a tour and get a feel for what we will be dealing with.." Sam looks over at the road, "I think that's them now."

A car pulls up and parks, stepping out is a man and women.

"Are you Mark and Cindy?" Colby asks walking over and the man nods, "Yes, are you Sam and Colby?" Sam holds his hand up, "I'm Sam, this is my girlfriend y/n and that's Colby."

You all say hello and they jump right into it, "So.." Cindy starts out, "This is Agatha Asylum." She motions towards the building behind the fence, "This is to keep anyone out, since we're trying to get it ready to present to the public, we have it blocked off so people don't get in without us knowing. Or we try to at least."

"Have people gotten in?" Colby asks and Mark nod, "Oh yeah. We eventually set up security cameras around the perimeter. The day we noticed a broken window and spray paint lids, actually."

"What kind of things happened here exactly?" Sam asks handing the camera to Colby.

Cindy blows air, "Oh gosh, anything from restraining the patients inhumanly to keeping them locked in cages that were maybe, if they were lucky, a little bigger than themselves."

You raise your eyebrows, "What the hell?"

Mark nods, "most of the women who came in were attacked by the staff if you know what I mean so I'm sure the women are angry. I mean, hell I would be too if I was stuck here."

"Have you guys had any thing happen to you?" Colby asks, "Like personally or maybe to someone you know that has come here."

Mark nods, "Yeah, I've had my tools messed with, moved. Cindy has been pushed down the steps, and one of my guys who are working with me on getting this ready, was pushed from his ladder."

"Pushed off a lad- oh shit." Sam shakes his head, "Is there anything we need to know before going in there? Like maybe who to try and get in contact with or what not to ask?"

"John Agatha. He's the one who ran this place. Many people have tried to contact him but they never got any real answers as to why." Cindy says, "Just make your intentions known, I know some of the spirits in there can get pretty mean, so just keep reminding them that you mean no harm."

"Has anyone stayed a full night here?" You ask and they laugh, "No."

"No?" Colby asks raising his eyebrows, "Looks like we have a challenge on our hands, guys." He looks over at you and Sam and Sam shakes his head, "I'm already shitting my pants, dude."

"You all will by the time it gets dark. It's a pretty active place during the day, don't get me wrong, but not only me, but from other groups that came through as well, said it's gets worse at night." Mark sighs, "So. Who's ready for the tour?"

"You guys have fun, I'm going home." Colby pretends to walk away before turning back around, "No, let's go before I really do change my mind."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"So this hallway leads you to where most of the women were held.." Cindy points to the right and then to the left, "Men were held that way."

"Is there any specific areas as to where the most activity happens?" Sam asks laying his hand on your back as he steps around you, "Where were the cages kept exactly?"

"This whole place, honestly. You're bound to get activity anywhere in here and there were at least two cages per room."

"Per room?" You raise your eyebrows, "How many were kept in a room at one time?"

"Two but some held up to four, depending on many were here and came in and what not." Mark says looking around. He stares down the hallway and Sam turns the camera, "Did you see something?"

"A shadow moved across then end of that hallway there." He points, "No taller than you." He motions to Colby and Colby shrugs, "Sorry. I'm just that fast."

He starts pretending to Sonic run in place. You laugh and shake your head, "You can't be serious at all can you?" He shakes his head, "Not when I'm scared shitless, no."

Mark and Cindy laugh and start walking down the hall way. They explain each room briefly, basically what it was used for until you finally reach an old wooden door that's laying on the floor.

"This is where they kept, what they called, the worst of the worst." Mark lifts the door, revealing a steep staircase, "Watch your step as you come down."

"This is a really odd basement entrance." Sam says handing the camera to Colby, "What the hell."

Mark and Cindy go down first, followed by Sam then you. He helps you down, coaching you through the steps until you reach the bottom.

"What you're not going to help me?" Colby asks looking over his shoulder at Sam. All of you start baby talking to Colby coaching him down the steps and he stands there with his lips pressed together, "Should have never said anything."

Sam takes the camera, making sure Colby is good before turning around, "What is up with freaking jail cells in the basements of these places?"

"Literally." You mumble as you wrap your arms around yourself, "It's so cold down here. Did they have any sort of heat at the time of this place being open?"

Mark shakes his head, "They had a fireplace over there but as you can see it got filled from the outside in so who knows when that happened."

There's a loud thud from upstairs and you jump, "the fuck?"

Colby points, "That sounded like the door lifted up and dropped back down." Sam nods, "Yeah yeah yeah."

"Very well could have been. Doors opening on their own is very common around here." Cindy says, "Especially the third floor, that's where lots of the killings happened."

"Why the third floor?" Colby asks, "Why not down here?"

"The patients ended up dying all over the place, but if they were ordered to be put out by John, they would drag them up the stairs, kill them then dump their bodies out of the back window, into what was said to be a big wagon and then taken about half a mile away and they would just burn them and then just cover the hole with dirt."

"That answers my question about what they do with the bodies." Sam cringes, "I can't even imagine that."

"The hauntings and activity started a year or two after the patients first started to die. So if you can, try to contact.. oh shit. Was was his name?" Cindy looks at Mark and he shakes his head, "Oh, you mean Warren Summers?"

She nods, "Yes! He was reported to be the first to die, they ruled his death an accident but we all know it wasn't."

"Well definitely try to contact him, find out some answers." Colby nods and mark motions, "Alright, I need to get out of here, this spot makes me feel sick."

"Whoa really?" Sam looks at Colby, "Do you feel okay?" Colby nods and Sam looks at you, "Do you feel alright?"

You nod your head, "I mean, I feel like there's pressure on my chest, but it's not like, oh my god I can't breathe, kinda pressure."

"Let's get out of here and we'll just start in the main lobby." Sam says as he walks you over to the stairs. You go up first, followed by Sam and he turns around, "Come on, Colby." His voice is high pitched, "You can do it!"

Colby glares up at him from mid stairs and shakes his head as he laughs, "Thanks buddy. I needed that."

Mark and Cindy make their way up and she points to you, "Are you sure they're the ones not together?"

You sigh and shrug, "Sometimes I feel like I'm in a competition." You laugh and look over at Colby who does the, I'm watching you, motion.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"Alright, guys. We have the REM pod here, and we're going to start out easy tonight by starting in the lobby." Sam walks over to the desk, setting the pod down, "It was said that there was a receptionist here who just so happened to be John's wife, Mabel, so she had to known everything you'd think."

"Didn't mark say that she disappeared randomly one day and no one really looked for her?" You ask looking at Sam, and he nods, "Yeah yeah yeah, maybe she didn't know what was going on and when she started to find out he silenced her?"

"John Agatha was a very wealthy man at the time of his death, so it very well could be or he offed her because she knew he had money?" Colby shrugs, "I mean, there's really only one way to find out."

Colby leans forward, switching on the pod and testing it a few times before stepping back, "Ladies first." He smirks towards you and you roll your eyes playfully, "Okay. Hello, my name is y/n. I mean no harm, I'm just here to ask you a few questions if that's okay."

The pod lights up and you straight up slightly, "If it's okay that I ask, can you touch that little light for me again?"

It lights up and you look between Sam and Colby, "Okay." You look back, "Thank you. Am I speaking to the wife of John Agatha? Mabel. If so touch that light for me again."

A few seconds go by before the light goes off, "Thank you, Mabel."

Sam hands the camera to Colby, "Hello, Mabel, I'm Sam. I come with peace and the possibility of finding out what happened here. I'd like to ask you something too if that's okay."

The pod lights up and Sam takes a deep breath, "Did your husband.. end your life?"

Right after the pod lights up, it stops and there's a loud crash from slightly far away.

You all jump, yelling out cuss words. You lean around Sam the look down the hallway, "What the hell was that?"

"It sounded like something big fell, like you know those big metal carts the food trays are served on? It sounded like one of those and everything in it just falling out." Colby moves forward, "Should we go check it out?"

The rem pod lights up three times in a row and you all look back at it before looking at each other.

"My name is Colby, I mean no harm to you or anyone else here. Was that a warning? Should we not go look?" Colby asks and it lights up one time quickly, "Make that go off for me if that was a yes."

Instantly turns on.

"Fuck, okay." Colby turns to Sam, "What do we do?"

Sam shakes his head, "If we're being told not to go there, we shouldn't."

"That hasn't stopped us before." Colby chuckles slightly, "Y/n."

You're zoned out on the dark hallway where the sound came from, you know that Colby has the camera on you, but you can't acknowledge it.

You feel Sam's hand on you, pulling you back as your body is trying to go forward, "Hey, hey. Y/n. Look at me." Sam steps in front of you, breaking your stare and you shake your head slightly.

He looks up at Colby and back to you, "What just happened? Talk to me." Sam lays his hands on your cheeks and keeps your head straight, "Hey."

"I felt something calling me towards where the sound came from." You lay your hand on Sam's bicep, "It was weird."

"What the fuck." Sam whispers as he looks back up at Colby and he shrugs, "Okay, we'll just go to the left wing, give whatever that is, time to do whatever it needs to do."

Sam pulls you with him, as you still felt drawn.

"So something just took over y/n pretty much." Colby explains, "Y/n, what happened?" He points the camera on you and you laugh slightly, "Um, I don't really know.. like you know how when you're so tired you just zone out?"

They nod and you sigh, "It was like that, but I swear there was a figure standing there, watching us and I was just having some sort of stare down with him."

"You started walking towards it, then. Like what happened with that?" Colby follows up, "Like did it say anything?"

You shake your head, "I knew you had the camera on me, and I knew Sam was pulling me back, but no. Nothing was said, it just stood there watching us and I just felt like I needed to go there."

"John Agatha?" Sam whispers, "Could it- do you think it was him?" You shrug, "Maybe? I don't know, it was the same figure Mark saw I think.. he was really no taller than Colby."

"It had to be, maybe he's trying to tell us to get out or maybe.. with a sliver of luck, he wants to explain himself." Colby shakes his head, "I don't know, let's just avoid that area until we cover this side."

Colby grabs the pod, switching it off as he turns back towards you and Sam, "Are you okay like do you feel alright?"

You nod, even though you feel like you could puke, "Yeah, yeah I'm good."

Sam rubs your arm, "You sure?"

You nod again, "Yes, Sam. I'm sure."

He could tell something was off, but he trusted you. He knew you'd stop if you really couldn't handle it.

"Where to next?" You ask as you take his hand into yours. Sam squeezes your hand and points, "I figured we could go into the day room, that's where Paul Yellow allegedly killed his roommate."

"These two men specifically had beef with each other.." Colby starts out as he hands the camera to Sam who lets go of your hand to take it, "..it was said that they would always be stealing from each other and would always be trying to get one another in trouble, but no one would admit to it, so the staff basically let them handle it themselves and that's when Paul came into the day room with a hammer that he somehow found, and bludgeoned Frank to death."

"Yeah in front of everyone but the staff were basically the only, " sam turns the camera around to him, putting at quotes, "Sane ones here, so they covered it up basically by saying that Frank fell and that was that."

"Wasn't Paul taken by the staff and tortured?" You ask as you look over at Sam. He nods, "Pretty much, yes."

As Sam and Colby explain what you guys were going to do next, you walked over to the window, looking out into the old courtyard.

"Come over here."

You turn around, walking over to Sam, "What?" He looks at you confused, "What?" You look between him and Colby, "Didn't you just tell me to come over here?"

Sam looks up at Colby and back down to you, "No I was getting the EMF ready."

You motion towards the window, "I swear to god, you said, come over here, when I was standing at the window."

Colby's eyes go wide, "He didn't say that." He shakes his head, "Oh fuck."

"So if you didn't sa-"

The sound of, what you think, is a metal trash can sliding across the floor makes you stop talking. It's quick, but you all hear it.

"Something just got drug or pushed across the floor." Sam whispers, "Fuck, fuck, okay. Let's get this thing going.." he turns on the EMF and you all step back.

"I'm y/n. I come in peace, I just want to ask a few questions. Paul Yellow, did you tell me to come over here?" You bite down on your cheek, waiting for the device to give you an answer.

"Were you over by the window with me?" You ask and it lights up green, "was it Paul?"

It lights up red.

"Are we talking to Frank?" Colby asks and it lights up green, "Did Paul kill you?"

Lights up red.

"Was it someone else?" Sam asks trying to keep the camera still and he looks over at you when it lights up green.

"Who else co-" you stop, "Was it one of the staff, Frank?"

Instant green.

"One of the staff did it then blamed Paul?" Colby looks shocked and he jumps slightly as it lights up green, "Holy shit, dude."

"I wonder if they've had anyone figure this out." Sam asks and he turns around, "Did you hear that?" You lean around to look, listening for the sound. Sam looks back, "It sounded like someone was walking and dragging their hand along the wall."

The sound Sam explained happened again and you look up at him, "That?" Sam nods, "Exactly that."

"Something is following us." Colby says quietly, "It has to be."

The EMF lights up green and you all look at each other, "Is it John Agatha?" You glance back at the EMF, "All you need to do is-"

It lights up green and you sigh, "Thank you." A thump against the wall makes you jump, "I don't think he likes being told what to do." You joke which makes Colby laugh, Sam just shakes his head.

"You good, bro?" Colby pushes his arm and looks at him. Sam smiles slightly, "Yeah, no I'm good."

You find yourself being pulled into that stare again, this time it's in the corner of the day room, but nothing is there.

"Colby. Colby." Sam says as he grabs you by the waist. You try to pull away from him, but he wraps his arm around you, "Y/n. Snap out of it, come on."

You lean back into him, "There's something over there."

"You aren't going over there alone." He fights back as he switches his flash light on, revealing just the ripped wallpaper, "See. Nothing."

"There was." You turn around, "he was watching us."

"Who? John?" Colby asks and the EMF lights up green, "Maybe we should try the-" the loud crashing sound makes him stop talking instantly.

"You don't think people got in here do you?" Sam tightens his grip on your waist, "We tweeted about coming here.. so like.."

"They have cameras all around the perimeter they said, and I'm sure they would have told us if they saw something." Sam says as he pulls his phone out, "Let me call Mark, see if he can tell me if there was anything outside."

As Sam calls mark, you close your eyes, resting your head back on his shoulder. Colby walks up, squeezing your arm, "You still with us?"

You open your eyes, nodding, "Yeah I just got really dizzy."

Sam looks down at you and puts the phone on speaker, "There was nothing outside?"

"Not since you went back inside." Mark says on the other end of the phone, "If you do decide to leave just make sure you lock the gate and we can get the key tomorrow."

"Alright, yeah. We'll let you know." Sam says and they end the call, "So it's just us in here." He looks down at you, "Are you okay?"

You nod and stand up, "Yeah, I'm good."

"You're not dizzy anymore?" He brushes hair from your face and you shake your head, "No I'm good."

"I'm thinking we move from here and we go to the third floor." Colby walks over and Sam stops you from following him, "We can leave if this is too much."

"Sam. I'm fine. I promise."

"I don't like the way you just zone out and try to walk away. That's not like you, that isn't you." His eyes scan over your face and you weren't sure if it was the place effecting you, but you just wanted to keep going, "Something is drawing us to that hallway."

"What do you mean?" Sam shakes his head, "Y/n, I don't want you out of my sight, this place is too big and too dark for you to just go off away from us."

"Then put me on a leash or something, because I'm not done here."

You've never spoken to Sam like that. Ever. So when you said it, you were both surprised, "I'm.. sorry, I don't know where that came from."

"My point exactly." Sam chews on his lip, trying to tell himself over and over again that this place is a lot more powerful than they thought.

"What's going on? You guys okay?"

"Yes." You say the same time Sam says, "No."

Colby looks between the two of you then back to Sam. Sam sighs, "This place obviously has a hold over you, y/n. So everything is not okay."

"What-" Colby starts but you cut him off, looking directly at Sam, "Sam. This is what we do. you can't expect me to just back out every time something hap-"

Sam cuts you off, "Yours being pulled by what we can only assume is a dark entity. How do you expect me to act? Just let you walk off into the sunset with it? No. No thanks."

"Guys, come on.. just take a deep breath. There's absolutely no need to argue." Colby tries to settle the situation but it only seemed to fire up the ghosts because it sounds like a table is lifted then dropped back down.

Sam instantly grabs you, pulling you to him, "You're staying close."

You don't put up any more of a fight, knowing that Sam would drag you out himself if he had to, "Fine."

You knew he was right. As soon as you seen the figure in the hallway, something switched and it was like you needed to follow it.

And you didn't know why.

"Why don't we just go there?" Colby says as you guys leave the day room, "Where the sound happened. If it gets bad we can just leave, we always have that option."

You knew Colby wanted to stay, too, but he was also worried about Sam because he was worried about you, "What do you want to do, Sam?"

Sam thinks for a moment before sighing, "If you zone out one more time and try to walk away from us, we're leaving."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

The investigation went on to be better than you guys thought. Nothing happened to you. Nothing happened to them, you thought that maybe your small argument with Sam helped, but you'd soon come to find out that was not true at all.

"So as you guys could see, there hasn't really been much activity going on, probably for the last hour or two." Colby says and motions towards the spirit box, "We brought this to the third floor, hoping to see if we can figure out what exactly happened to some of the patients."

Sam sets the camera down on the one table, angling it towards you guys and the box, "Okay, we'll sit this right here and.." Sam stands up and turns around, "Did you touch me?"

You shake your head, "We've been over here."

"My whole body like shifted and it felt like someone's hand on my side." He lays his hand right where he felt it, "like right here exactly." Colby walks over and Sam demonstrates on him what he felt.

"fucking hell that's creepy." Colby shakes his head, "You know when we were walking up the stairs, it felt like someone else was behind us."

"I thought I heard someone whistle or whisper, I don't know.. it was like a quiet high pitched sound, but I couldn't make out if it was a word or not." You look around, "This floor honestly makes me nervous, and those creepy steps didn't help."

"Those stairs the whole way up I just kept thinking about how people were actually getting dragged up and sown." Sam shakes his head, "let's just.. get this thing going."

Sam was off, and you picked up on it quickly. It was almost like what took over you, took over Sam.

"Sam?" You step towards him, "Sam... Colby.. colby."

He stares at the floor and Colby walks up to him, "Sam, dude. Hey."

You shake him slightly and he looks back up, "Let's get this thing going."

You look at Colby and back to Sam, "You already said that." He looks at you confused, "Huh?" He laughs nervously, "No I didn't."

Colby nods, "You did, man. You zoned out after, looking at the floor."

Sam looks at you, "Did it come after me now?"

You shrug, "I was thinking that, because isn't that what I did?" You look at Colby and he nods, "yes but the only thing is he didn't try to walk off."

Sam switches the box on, "What do you want with us?"

"... I want ... to know.."

"You want to know what?" Colby asks loudly, "did you take over y/n and Sam?"

"... Miss.. it ..."

"You miss what?" You ask, "Do you miss being alive?"

" ... alive ..."

"You are not welcome to touch us. You cannot control us." Sam says, "What do you want us to see?"

"... the... truth .. in here .."

"Were you murdered here?" Colby asks and it sounds like something bouncing down the steps, "Was that you making that noise?"

"... must get ... out..."

"Are you telling us to get out? Or do you want to get out?" Sam presses his fingers to his lips, "Can you tell us who we're talking to?"

"... he's in.. here .."

"Who? Who is in here?" You ask staring at the box, "Can you tell us who is here with us?"

" ... John .. murder .."

"John and murder?" Colby looks at you guys, "Did John murder you? Were you murdered by John Agatha?"

"... liar .. he lies ..."

"Did John lie about your death?" You ask and step closer to Sam, "What did he do to you?"

"... tried to run.."

"Did you try and escape? Did he punish you for that?" Colby asks and jumps next to you when the door to the one room slams shut, "Who is here with us? Reveal your name to us."

"... John .. is mad..."

"Is he mad that we're here trying to find out what he did?" You ask and Sam looks at you, "I think we should stop."

You felt the need to keep going, "Can he come in here with us?"

"Y/n." Colby looks at you then to Sam, jumping as heavy footsteps come down the hallway, "Sam's right." Colby reaches to switch off the spirit box, but you stop him, "Just wait."

Sam nods at him, chewing on his lip as the footsteps start again.

"John Agatha. If you're here, tell us why you killed those people." You glance towards the door, only to snap your head back to the box,

"... they needed to die ..."

"No they didn't. They were sick." You argue and Sam pulls you back, "That's enough." You push away from him, "Sam. We're getting answers."

"No, you're arguing with something that we're unsure of. You don't know the power of this thing. " Sam runs a hand through his hair, "I think we're done. I don't like this-"

"Colby do you want to leave?" You look at Colby and he holds his hands up, "I think I'm with Sam on this one."

You roll your eyes, "Of course you do."

"Y/n. What the hell has gotten into you?" Sam looks at you shocked, "You have never acted this way during one of these and that's why we're done." He grabs your wrist, holding onto you, "We are done here."

"... no .."

Sam shakes his head and turns off the box, "I'm not doing this. We can talk about this at home."

You turn around, finding Colby no where in the room, "Colby?" You call out, "Sam. Colby is gone." Sam's heart starts to race, "Fuck, yo Colby?"

No answer.

"Fuck. Fuck. Come on." He hands you the camera, and turns on his flashlight, yelling for Colby as you make your way to the stairs.

"Careful, careful." Sam makes sure you make it down okay before stopping at the bottom, "You don't think he went to the basement did you?"

"Or where the sound came from? That's where I was feeling drawn to." You look around, sighing, "Fuck. Fuck. Colby?!"

You hear a loud thump come from where the first crash happened, "We have to." You look at Sam and he nods, "Yeah, yeah. I know." He interlocks his fingers with yours and pulls you with him.

You both yell out for Colby, looking for any kind of sign, "Colby? Come on this isn't funny." Your voice kinda breaks as your fear builds up faster and faster.

"Colby. Come on man, we're leaving." Sam yells out and you stop when you see a metal cart laying on its side, old trays spilling out from the door that is open.

"He was right, that's what that sound was earlier when we started." Sam shines the flashlight on it and looks up, "Colby?"

"Wait." You stop Sam, "Isn't John's office over here?"

His eyes go wide, "Fuck, yeah it is." He turns towards the walkway, "Colby!?"

You perk up, "Wait. I think.." you whisper, "Yell out to him again."

"Colby?!"

"This way." You pull Sam down the hall, half preparing yourself for when Colby jumps out and scares you both, or at least you're hoping that's what he's doing.

"Colby? Please." You beg, hoping you can find him.

"If we just left when I said.."

You stop, cutting Sam off, "No. we aren't playing the blame game because right now our friend is lost and we have no idea where he is."

"Where who is?" Colby walks up, and you Sam let out a scream.

"Where the fuck did you go?" Sam yells, "You just up and left us dude. Why?"

"You guys were arguing and I thought I heard someone in the hallway, so I came out to see and then I was halfway down the steps. I thought I saw people, like teenagers run to the left and my first instinct was to just go." Colby explains, "I don't know dude. Really, I was running and then I was like wait, I'll get lost so I turned around and now we're here."

"You could have been hurt, Colby." You push his shoulder and he just shrugs.

"Sorry man." Sam lays a hand on his shoulder, "last I knew you were right behind us."

He nods, "it's fucking crazy. This place is a maze, and I don't mean physically either."

"Let's just.. go get the stuff and head out to the car." Sam sighs, pointing the camera to Colby, "We found him. He says there were people here but we aren't sure about anything, and I mean that about this whole entire place."

"I don't even know how to describe it other than what y/n said. Like that tired feeling and then I wasn't where I remember I was." Colby explains and you nod, "Yeah like you can tell what you're doing but you aren't focused on what you're doing."

"Alright well I think that's it for-" Sam stops talking and looks behind him, "There was just.. three knocks." He whips around looking at you guys when it happens again, "that.. that.."

"What the hell is that?" Colby whispers and you're pushed towards the way the office is, "Do not touch me. Do not touch any of us." You hold your hand up, "Fuck."

"Y/n. We need to go." Colby steps towards you and you shake your head, "we can't leave."

"We aren't arguing again, y/n." Sam walks towards you and when he goes to grab your hand, he's pushed back.

Colby snaps his head towards the hall, "Someone just said don't touch her." He looks at Sam, "I swear to god dude. A clear as day whisper like right behind me."

You feel something grab your hair and lift it off of your shoulder. You jump and brush a hand over, "Something just played with my hair."

"We're leaving."

As you go to collect the equipment, that's when things take a turn for the weird.

"So, maybe Colby was right. We heard things..." Sam says as he tries to control his breathing, "We aren't sure what it was exactly, right now we're just ducked down behind this desk thing."

"That's what I heard earlier, but you'd think if it was actual people they'd make a lot more noise than just footsteps, right?" Colby whispers leaning in towards you and Sam. Sam's grips on your hand tightens as the foot steps grow closer.

They stop abruptly and Colby stands up, "There's no one here." Sam pulls your arm, "Let's just make a run for it."

You guys book into the door, breathing heavy as Colby closes it with a slam. Sam pulls you away from the building, "you okay?"

You nod, "Yeah, yeah are you?" He nods and pulls you into him, hugging you tightly.

"That was fucking crazy." Colby says walking around you guys, "I've never experienced anything like that. Like we were affected in a way we can't really explain in depth."

"This doesn't feel finished, though." You pull away from Sam and he stares at you, "What?"

You look between him and Colby, "Exactly what I said."

And you meant that. You wanted to come back here, get more answers about this asylum. You knew more happened here than what people have said.

"You're going to really stand here, and tell me that you want to go back in there." Sam scoffs, "Even after what you had happen? What I had happen? Christ, y/n, Colby went missing for god knows how long."

He puts his hands on his head and spins around slowly, trying to comprehend as to why you'd want to.

"Because there's more in there, more stuff that people don't know and I want to be the one to find out exactly what it is." You point to the building and drop your hand, "If you don't want to then I'll come back myself."

"The fuck you will." Sam shakes his head, "Y/n. You could have been the one lost. You could have been the one lost in there, alone.. and I don't-" his voice cracks and he clears his throat, "You're not coming back here and I mean that."

"Why don't we -"

"Stay out of this, Colby." You and Sam say looking over at him.

He holds his hands up and walks over to the car while you and Sam still argue.

"You didn't know what you were doing, y/n. Okay? You could have easily got lost." Sam looks at you and you shrug, "But I didn't."

He stares at you a few moments before shaking his head, "The only reason you want to come back here is because whatever is on the other side of that door is making you want to come back."

You clench your jaw, knowing that he's right but since you're fighting, you don't want to let him win easy.

"That place changed you." Sam says lowly, "We have never, ever fought like this, we've never fought at all. Doesn't that mean anything?"

"Never said it didn't, Sam." You mumble as you walk towards the car, getting into the back. You glance over, seeing Sam bend down slightly before kicking the rocks on the ground and walking over to get in the passenger seat of the car.

"Home?" Colby asks starting the car.

You and Sam both mumble a low, "Mhm." Colby takes a deep breath and starts to drive out of the gate, "I have to lock up. Don't kill each other." He gets out, jogging up to shut the gate.

Sam glances back at you and you look at him. He sighs, "I'm still mad, but I love you."

You try not to smile, "I love you."

Colby gets back into the car, "Did you guys makeup yet?" You both refuse to answer and he laughs sarcastically to himself, "Oh this is going to be such a wonderful quiet ride home."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"We have like half an hour left, do you want to stop somewhere and get something to eat?" Colby looks at Sam and he nods, "Yeah, that works." He looks back at you, "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah." You say lowly with a slight nod.

"Are we finally speaking to each other?" Colby acts surprised, "Wow. It's about time."

You roll your eyes and Sam scoffs, "I'm mad, that doesn't mean I don't care about her still."

You smile slightly, looking away from him so he doesn't see it. You get out of the car and go to walk in but Colby stops you, "We weren't us back there. Don't hold it over his head."

"Tell that to him." You mumble and he nods, "I plan to, trust me. I just got to you first." You laugh as you walk in to the store and Colby walks up to Sam, telling him the same thing he told you.

As you're standing there, looking at the snacks, you feel hands slides around your waist and pull you back, "You know.."

"What do I know?" You ask as your nails gently graze over his hands, "Even though you pissed me off.." his voice goes quiet, "The way you argued with the ghost was such a turn on."

You smirk and turn around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck, "Is that your way of saying you're sorry?" He bites his bottom lip as he looks at you, "I'll say it when we get home."

He winks at you and leans in to kiss you. You slide your fingers in his hair, humming against his lips slightly.

Colby walks up, "Now that's what I like to see."

You and Sam pull away and look at him. He has a big cheesy smirk on his face and you can't help but laugh, "What would we do without him?"

Colby buts in, "Oh i don't know, probably give each other the silent treatment until days from now."

Sam chuckles and sighs, "That wasn't any of us back there." You look up at him, "Yeah.. that was bad."

Colby nods, "I've never seen you act the way you did, y/n. Honestly it was kinda badass. Arguing with a potential demon."

Sam nods, looking down at you. You look up at him, "I learned from the best."

You grab your snacks and head out to the car, getting into the back as they get up front, "So now that this is no longer a quiet ride home, and I am no longer feeling awkward, can we please talk about what happened?"

"Mhm. Yeah sure." Sam mumbles as he stares down at his phone. Colby looks over at him before he starts driving, "What are you doing?"

You phone vibrates and you see a message from Sam, "Colby don't look at his phone. I beg you."

"Why can be so-" he reads over the message that was sent from Sam's phone, you've had me low key turned on this entire night, when we get home I'm going to show you just how sorry I am.

"Well, okay." Colby sits forward, "That awkward part is back."

You laugh, replying to Sam, just how are you going to do that?

Colby clears his throat, "Can we.." he laughs, "Can you stop sexting each other for one second so we can do the outro please?"

You sigh, resting your phone down on the seat next to you, "anything for princess Colby." He lays his hand under his chin, "As it should be."

You and Sam both laugh and he gets the camera rolling, "We are currently on our way home. Tonight was.." Sam sighs and looks at Colby, "I don't even know how to explain it."

"A big mess." You laugh and Colby sighs, "It was definitely something like that. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that we were .. taken over basically."

"Yeah, yeah no. That part was absolutely fucked up. I luckily didn't have it happen like y/n or Colby did, but it was still a surreal feeling to have people telling you that you zoned out with absolutely no recollection of it at all." Sam points his thumb back to you, "And then you got Mrs I like to argue with ghosts back here, but that's a story we'll post on our other channel, maybe, who knows, but we are done for tonight, like I said, it was a whirlwind of events and we are so excited for you guys to see what we experienced tonight at the Agatha Asylum."

"Drop a like if Mrs I like to argue with ghosts should be made into a sweatshirt." Colby gives a thumbs up and Sam yells, "Ayyyy yes. Y/n." He points the camera to you, "How would you like to have your own collection."

"That would be pretty sick." You smile and nod, "I actually like that a lot."

Sam points the camera to himself, "Well have to work on it. See you guys in the next one."

Sam cuts the camera off, "Mrs I like to argue with ghosts." He laughs and looks back at you, "I'm getting you a hoodie that says that."

You smile and nod, "I'll wear it everyday."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"Have fun. I'll be down here editing away from all the noise." Colby says as he grabs his laptop off the counter.

Without any hesitation, Sam grabs your hand and up the stairs you go, laughing with him as you try to keep up.

You run into the room you share, falling on the bed with him on top of you, "You drive me insane, but always in the best way." His lips press to yours as his hand pulls your head close to him.

You drag his sweatshirt up his back, telling him you want it off. He leans up, slipping it off in one perfect motion and you pull him back down to kiss you.

He grinds himself against you, "I'm sorry for yelling at you." You moan slightly, shaking your head, "We weren't us." You cup his face, "This is us."

He smiles and kisses you again. You quickly grow into a heated make out, clawing the rest of each other clothes off and slipping under the blankets.

"If I ever yell at you like that again, just sacrifice me to the demons, babe." He chuckles slightly, brushing hair from your face before sliding his hand down to pull you closer.

"I'd be coming with you. We're inseparable." You nudge your nose against his and he nods, "Damn right we are."

He rolls on top of you, rubbing the head of his cock against your pussy, "You were so.." he lets out a low moan as he slips his cock into you, "..fucking hot back there.."

He pushes his hips to meet yours, "You always amaze me."

You run your hand through his hair, biting down on your lip as he starts to thrust, "Fuck.." you whimper and look up at him, "I'd do anything to protect you."

"I'd die for you." He stares at you for a few seconds, still thrusting deep and slow, "I mean that wholeheartedly. You mean the most to me and I'd do anything to keep you safe."

You smile and lay a hand on his cheek, "I love you."

He kisses your lips, whispering a low, "I love you."

He leans up a little bit, "Now roll over so I can punish you for yelling at me." He winks and gives you a cocky smirk before pulling out. You smirk as your stomach does an excited flip.

You roll over onto your stomach and Sam's body is immediately on yours, his cock back in to where it was before, "I wanted to shut you up in anyway I could."

You moan as he thrusts slow, "Why didn't you?"

"Would have had to cut a lot of the footage out." Sam says lowly in your ear, "Plus I don't really want Colby seeing how pretty you look while you're gagging on my dick."

Your eyes roll back as he pushes all the way in, "Because you my love, are fucking gorgeous."

You grip the sheets, moaning as his hand slides around to your throat, squeezing as he whispers, "Or how pretty you look while I'm in between those legs.."

"S-Sam." You squeeze his cock with your walls, "Fuck, I-I'm so close."

"Go ahead, baby." Sam groans lowly, "Fuck, I'm not going to last much longer either." He hooks his thumb over your bottom jaw and you immediately suck.

He moans lowly, pounding into you, "That's my girl."

You moan around his thumb, trying to move your hips but you can't go anywhere. Your moans are growing louder as you reach your point, squeezing him as you claw at the sheets.

"Come on, baby." He pleads, "Cum for me."

You whimper and moan his name over and over again, letting your head fall back as you cum, "Fuck fuck fuck."

Sam suddenly pulls out, his cum spilling on your back, "Fuck, babe." you let your head fall forward, resting on the bed as your breathing is heavy.

"You okay?" Sam asks getting up to get you a towel. You look back at him, "Oh yeah. I'm so much better."

He smiles and shakes his head, "You know, I wonder how much of us arguing was actually caught on camera."

"Probably all of it, Sam. And if I'm being honest, it'll probably turn me on again." You roll over once he wipes you off and smirk up at him.

"You too, huh?" He smiles as he bites his bottom lip as you nod, "Uh huh. Very much." He pulls you up so you're standing in front of him, "I really don't want to yell at you again, but if it's something that'll get you going then.." he leans in, kissing you, "then we might just have to work something out."

You suddenly hear Colby yelling, "Oh shit. No fucking way!"

You quickly throw on clothes and run down, "What? What? What!?" Sam asks going over, you hand still in his, "Bro what the fuck is that?"

"That my friend is what was controlling us tonight." Colby turns the laptop towards you and Sam and you gasp, "That's exactly what I saw."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

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Questions

continuation of this drabble / requested by @like-a-clock

You sit back down in your office chair, stunned expression on your face. What are you supposed to do, to say? You look back up at All Might- Yagi- whomever- and see him swimming in All Might's- his?- costume. He's fidgeting with his hands, the way he always does when he's anxious, and you realize that despite your shock, you have to say something to soothe him.

Then, another realization hits you.

"Oh my god. That's why one of you was always missing at meetings!" you exclaim, going over the past few months in your head. Generally it was All Might who was absent (which was a source of annoyance for other senior staff members; apparently this had become a big problem with him the last few years), but whenever he did make it to a meeting, Yagi would be absent, generally for health related reasons.

He jumps a little, clearly not expecting that from you, and laughs sheepishly. "Yes, it's… hard being in two places at once. Or rather- being in one place twice."

"It… I can imagine," you manage. The gears in your head are slowly starting to turn again. "So, this whole time…?"

He nods, apprehensive. "I'm…sorry for keeping this secret. It's not… something I want people to know."

You shake your head. "No, it's… I can understand, I think… I've only been here a few months, after all. How… how many people know?"

He's quiet for a moment, then answers, "None of the other staff-"

"None?" you repeat incredulously. "All Might- Yagi- that's… how have you been pulling this off? And how long have you been pulling this off? And- why? Plenty of other Heroes have transformation Quirks, I don't understand-"

"It's not a transformation Quirk," he cuts you off, tone…guarded. Guarded in a way that catches you by surprise. You're silent, waiting for him to elaborate, and he does so with a sigh. "It… my appearance would change slightly whenever I 'turned on' my Quirk, but it…it didn't use to be this drastic."

You wet your lips, a sudden knot of anxiety in your stomach. "What changed?"

He won't look at you. "I got hurt, a few years ago. I can't be All Might all the time anymore. I started dropping weight because… well, you know."

You did know. The bare essentials, at least. Yagi had told you that he'd lost his stomach in a Villain attack, and that's where all his dietary restrictions came from.

"Over time, the difference between my 'Quirk on' and 'Quirk off' forms grew more stark, until… well. You can see," he says, gesturing to his emaciated body with barely disguised disdain.

A lot of things make more sense now. You knew Yagi… didn't have the best view of himself and his appearance. If, all this time, he was comparing himself to All Might, because he was All Might, because his appearance suddenly and dramatically changed as he couldn't maintain his weight and muscle anymore… little wonder it messed with his self-esteem.

You get up from your chair, moving to be just slightly in his personal space- you didn't want to overwhelm him… not yet, anyways.

"Okay, that explains the appearance thing. But why… why pretend to be your secretary? That's what I'm really struggling with here."

He frowns at you. "I'm not pretending. I needed a secretary after Nighteye left, and I… didn't trust anyone else with this secret. But it was… a lot more work than I was expecting, and… well, you remember how things were when you got here.

You did. They were bad. Reports that were 5-6 weeks overdue, thousands of unread emails, and a gaggle of very frustrated senior staffers who couldn't understand why All Might didn't just fire the incompetent Yagi. Niceness alone did not a secretary make.

"So… why me, then? I mean, obviously you needed help with everything, but…why an outsider?" You take another step closer, though Yagi doesn't seem to notice.

He lets out a sigh. "Anyone I promoted in the company would've faced a lot of scrutiny- as would I. They'd also… well, they'd be coming into it knowing about…how over my head I was." He's fidgeting with his hands again, and not looking at you. "Every reference you had talked about how patient and understanding you were, and… that was what I thought I needed. What I did need. You've been so helpful and kind, and you- you seemed to care about me. Not just All Might, but…Yagi Toshinori too. I didn't realize how much I needed that."

"I do care about you- both of you, all of you," you tell him, taking one final step forwards. It's only now that he realizes how close you've gotten, and he startles a little, a faint blush on his cheeks. "Alright, last question."

He nods, solemnly, ready to hear whatever it is you have to say.

"Can I kiss you?"

His blush deepens into a beautiful crimson, and his mouth hangs slightly open. "You- you want to? With me?"

You can't help but laugh. Where was all that smooth confidence from ten minutes ago? "Of course I do. I already told you- I'm in love with you."

"Oh," he says quietly, and that one little sound says so much. He wasn't expecting you to really have feelings for him, or he was expecting the secret identity thing to be a dealbreaker, or… something else. He wasn't expecting this; you, wanting to kiss him, wanting to hold him- you, wanting him.

You cup his face with your hands, and he nods, suddenly, eagerly. You can't blame him- you're eager too, as you stand on your tiptoes to press your lips to his.

It's different from kissing All Might- his lips are thin, and dry, and just a little bit chapped. He's a little more shy, letting you take the lead, gently resting his hands on your hips. But it's perfect, regardless.

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Can you make a short one about us singing Harry’s distrack home alone and he brings the boys home and they just hear us singing it and cooking. And We Get scared and emberesed all all it is just super fluffy

Caught -W2S

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summary: when you’re home alone you subconsciously start singing Harry’s old diss track. But unbeknownst to you four of the sidemen are listening.

notes: I love this idea! I think it's time for my monthly 'sidemen diss tracks' rewatch😂. Enjoy babe!🌟💞

"Creature was shit. Why did we have to wait four months for it?" I sang quietly as I made myself dinner. "You said you were evolving, but you didn't do bits. You just evolved into the first male with tits." I continued before taking a sip of the wine I just poured. "You said you had to get some things off your chest. So, tell me, why the fuck do you still have breasts?"

I've been with Harry for years. We met just as he moved to London and immediately hit it off. So I was present for the entire diss track era, meaning I have unintentionally learned the lyrics to Harry's 'Ksi Sucks' song. Along with the fact it's recently gone viral and is all over TikTok. "Yeah, you're leaving the Sidemen, but, thankfully. You made the other guys. But you didn't make me. So I can stand here on my own two feet. As I chat shit about you on this old-school beat." The pan sizzled as the chicken cooked, and a puff of steam erupted into the air.

I heard a chuckle and I jumped, along with a small screech from my mouth. I quickly whirled around to see Harry, Ethan, JJ and Simon stood in my living room, with massive smiles on their faces. "Fuckin hell you scared the shit out of me!" Harry chuckled. "were you just singing my diss track?" My face turned red from embarrassment. "Uhm... yea it's stuck in my head." I replied. All four of them burst out laughing.

"Are you hungry? I made way too much food." I asked as the boys sat down on the sofa. "Yea sure, that would be great." Harry answered. The boys nodded their heads happily. I smiled lightly then returned to cooking the food. Once it was finished I plated it up onto five different plates then everyone came to sit down.

"So how come you all came back here?" I asked after a few minutes. "We need to make some last minute decisions for our next shoot so I said we could do it at our place." Harry replied. I nodded "well you could've sent me a quick text Haz. Maybe I wouldn't have been caught singing." I said sarcastically. A small rumble of laughter came from Ethan. "You were pretty good to be fair." Simon joked. I rolled my eyes and continued eating my food. Since I've known Harry for so many years I'm pretty comfortable with the boys and have amazing friendships with the girls (especially Freya since she was also here from the very beginning).

Once everyone had finished JJ offered to clear the plates away but I told him that I'd do it and for him to get on with the work he needed to do. After cleaning up I headed into the bedroom to watch tv. I heard many laughs and loud talking. "It's going to take them ages to finish that if they keep messing around." I thought. But after almost an hour they were finished and Harry was crawling into bed next to me.

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Loid Forger x Fem! Reader: Spy Confession's

Paring: Loid forger x Fem! Reader

Warnings: SMUT, Language, small talk about gun

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Summary: Loid, Y/n and Anya Forger are the perfect normal family. Just one thing, it's all fake to help the mission Strix, right? Well, things might spill out in Loid's office.

My dear sweet family, well my fake family. We are the Forgers, my husband Loid Forger aka Twilight, and our daughter Anya, who we adopted from an orphanage and who has brought more joy to my life than I thought was possible. And then there’s me, Agent Ruby Phoenix, but I am fronting as Loid’s wife Y/n Forger for mission: Strix. My job is to make our family look normal and presentable enough for Loid to move in and be friends with Donovan Desmond.

Anya also has a large part to play to become an imperial scholar, but that can take a long time, so in the meantime, I will play my part perfectly as usual. Loid and have been partners on a couple of missions, but it has never been this long or stressful. Also, the fact that I actually like Loid does not help, I can’t help it, he’s so handsome and the best spy after me of course. I genuinely admire him, he has saved me more than just once. And this cosplaying as his wife messes with my head and feelings more than usual. 

“Good morning Y/n.” He greets me as he sips his coffee while reading his newspaper. 

“Good morning Loid, did you get any word on your next mission?” On top of the mission strix, we are also called to do mini missions. We really need new agents.

“Yes, I’ll be leaving after work today, so you and Anya will be on your own for dinner. Speaking of, I have to get her up, or she’ll be late for school.” He ruffles the newspaper, puts it down, and snaps into the caring father role. He would never admit it, but he actually enjoys this mundane life, and so do I.

“Morning mama.” Sleepy Anya greets me while rubbing her eyes.

“Good morning Anya! Guess what? We get to have dinner with just you and me tonight so that means I’ll make something special!” I excitedly tell her, hoping to wake her up since the bus is just forty-five minutes away. 

“Really! Yay!” She jumps up and down, waking up Bond, our big fluffy white dog.

“Borf! Borf!” I go over to pet him to calm him down.

“Don’t worry Bond, Anya is just excited. But you're such a good protector aren’t you boy.” He jumps on top of me to lick me. 

“Borf! Borf!” 

“Ah Bond, stop you're getting your slober all over me!” I laughed a real laugh which hadn’t happened in a long time. At that moment, Loid stepped out of his room dressed for the day.

“Wow, I haven’t heard that in… I can’t even remember the last time. It’s nice, I miss it.”  Loid thought to himself, and of course, Anya heard it.

“Ah! Does papa actually like Mama? I got to help them!”  Without her parents noticing, she slips in the kitchen, takes Loid’s lunch, and hides it. “Hehe my plan is in action I’m just like Papa.”

Eventually, Loid and Anya leave for school and work, and I have the day off from my front job. It’s perfect, I've been meaning to clean this place in tip-top shape. To be the ideal typical family, the house must be clean. I start with the kitchen. I am cleaning the fridge when I move the eggs, I see Loid’s lunch.

“Did he really leave his lunch? Damn the agency really need’s to give him a break. Well, I guess I just will need to bring it to him.” I smile to myself and put on my jacket.

“Hold the fort down Bond!” I yell as I leave.

“Borf!”

Walking into the hospital, everyone recognizes me as Mrs. Forger.

“Hi Mrs.Forger!” “Hello!” I smile and wave.

“Good afternoon Mrs.Forger!” another nurse waves.

“Yes good afternoon!” I know every one of Loid’s colleagues, it is my job as his wife to know every one of his work “Friends”.

“Mrs. Forger, you're here?” Miss Fiona Frost asks me.

“Yes, my dear silly husband forgot his lunch. Can you believe that?” I joked with her.

“Right very silly.” She responds in a very serious tone. You see from anyone else I would think they're joking with me, but with Fiona Frost I know she’s planning to take my spot from me. Fiona aka Nightfall is another agent in our organization. She is a very skilled spy, and I would say the best, along with Loid and me. The thing is, she also has a huge crush on Loid, so when she heard I got this mission as his wife and not her. Her hatred for me turned into a deep, uncontrollable detestment.

“Could you tell me where he is?” 

“Right of course he’s… just cleaning up in his office.” Cleaning up from what? “You see, I was bringing him ice tea and spilled all over him, so he’s super… wet.” What the ever living fuck is that supposed to mean. I’m usually calm and collected, but hearing her talk like that, I wanted to pull out my pistol, which I always kept on me. “I can take his lunch for him if you like.” She tries to act innocent.

“No, I will. I want to make sure that the stain comes out, so if you could tell people not to disturb us, thank you, Miss. Frost.” With that I speed walk to his office gribbing his lunch bag I know nothing happened Fiona was just being a bitch trying to make me leave so she could swoop in and be the hero. But I can’t help the jealousy from seeping in like that iced tea.

I grab the doorknob and throw it open.

“Ahh! Y/n what are you doing here?” Loid confusingly asked me as he was buttoning up a new shirt. About four buttons still had to go, leaving his muscular, toned chest exposed. I quickly shut the door behind me.

“You uh you left your lunch at home,” I answer, trying not to look.

“I did. I could've sworn I had put it in my bag. Well, thank you anyway.” He takes the bag.

“So you had Ice tea spilled on you, huh, Twilight?” I teasefully bump his shoulder leaning against his desk. We didn’t have to worry about his office being bugged; we checked everywhere before he came, and there is also a secret passageway to HQ from here.

“Stop it, I was distracted so I didn’t have time to stop it.” I think back to what Fiona was wearing, it was a low-cut dress. Loid’s not the type of man to look down women’s dresses, right?

“What was distracting you?” I asked, looking at his stained shirt, thinking about how I was going to get the stain out, trying to protect myself from his answer.

“I was looking over tonight’s mission notes. Why?” Oh thank God.

“Oh, no reason, just curious. Well, you have your lunch. Good luck on your mission.” With that, I turned to make my leave. 

“Wait Y/n-” He calls after me. As I turn back, I trip over my own feet and have him catch me. My hand’s land on his chest and his on my waist.

“Got you.” His eyes bore into mine.

“You do.” We didn’t let go.

“Y/n, why did you lie?” Shit I forgot one his many skill’s is being able to tell lie’s even better then me.

“I thought that maybe you were looking down, Miss. Frost’s shirt.” I embarrassingly admit. He take’s my words in.

“Y/n, you know I would never do that even out of Loid Forger.” His grip tightens.

“I know it was stupid.” I can’t seem to make eye contact.

“Why would you even- Y/n do you… like me.” Fuck you know what apaertley when it come’s to the man I’ve had a crush on for year’s I turn into a blubering school girl.

“It doesn’t matter, I let my emotions get in the way of the mission. I’m sorry, I understand if you want Fiona as Mrs.For-” I suddenly feel contact on my lips and it wasn’t a fist like it usually is, it was his lips. It seems the world freezes as our kiss continues. He lets go. 

“I like you too Y/n.” I blush at his words.

“For how long?” I barely let out, my face burning up.

“Since our training days”

“That was fifteen years ago,” I stated, my heart beating even faster.

“Exactly.” I've liked him for about ten years, that means he’s liked me this whole time!

“Really!?”

“You're questioning why I like you? Okay, I’ll tell you. One, you are the most brilliant spy I have ever seen. Two, your kindness in situations where people don’t even deserve it. Three, your beauty is unremarkable. Should I go on? I have about two hundred more.” At that, my heart should have jumped out of my chest. “Also, I can add on your Jeously; it is pretty cute.”

“Jeosuly, I wasn’t jeosuly. That’s ridiculous; I am one of the top spies in the whole world.” I spewed out and we both knew I was lying again. 

“Y/n, can I kiss you again?” He tipped my head to meet his eyes with a delicate touch of his hand.

“At this point if you don’t I’ll shoot you.” He chuckles and kisses me again. Somehow he led me to his desk where my legs hit the edge. I throw my arms around his neck to bring him closer.

His lips were everything I had dreamed they would be. Soft in the middle and rough on the outer from all the hits he takes on them. Without even realising he’s tugging on mine, teeth mashing with mine. And our tongues meet in the middle, wrapping over another. I could still taste the sweet and sour lemon and sugar mixture from the iced tea. We finally let go, our breaths mixing.

“I’m going to show you why you are my wife and why I am going to marry you.” He goes to my neck. I grab his shirt, I had been intimate for my missions before, I also had meaningless sex, but I've never had it real. He lays small kisses down my neck and finally settles down a special spot. And sucks down.

“Ah fuck Loid!” I exclamied and in response he sucks harder pulling at the skin a little. He creates a bruise and licks it to soothe it.

“Do you like that Ruby Phoenix?” His voice was low, sending vibrations down to my core.

“Uh huh.” I just nodded, I was putty in his hands.

“Good.” He continues to lick and bite. Without noticing he stops.

“Why did you stop?” I wined out.

“Because it seems another part of your body needs attention.” He gets on his knees. And his hands go up to my skirt.

“Wait wait!” I grab his hands.

“We can stop, no problem.” 

“It’s not that I just no one’s gone down on me.” 

“Well then I must racticaleized that as your husband.” His fingers pull down my skirt. I al wearing tights and he has no problem to ripe those.

“Green lace panties my favorite.” My face burns again. He grabs my thigh and puts it on his shoulder.  He starts to kiss my inner thigh.

“Is that vanilla lotion?” He asks, like his face wasn’t in the middle of my lap.

“Yes it IS” He licks through the fabric up to my clit.

“Loid!” His tongue runs and up and down the slit. The fabric was now getting wet. He sucks up and latches on my clit. And gives a small tug. On this point my pussy was on fire.

“I think she’s ready for my tongue and finger, don’t you think?” I just nod and he grabs my panties and tosses them off. Tongue plunges deep into me. He starts to push in and out slowly and makes rings in me. I was a whole mess. I go to his blond locks to pull him in more. It then starts to go faster. Liquid spilled out of me and it was dribbling down his chin. He was eating me out like he was starved.

“Tastes so good.” My clit get’s light taps to drive me further over the edge. He stops again.

“Loid please!” I was about to combust if I didn't get my realsie soon. 

“I know babe I know just let me do this.” He fingers slide in. Two.

I grab his wrist, not used to the thickness. He just lets them sit there for a second for me to adjust to them. I couldnt imagine his cock.

“I’m going to start pumping them kay?” I nod and he starts pumping up. My pussy clamps over them. His fingers pet my walls, looking for a specific spot. He jams up and finds it.

“SHIT its right there Loid!” I practically screamed out. He pumps faster and faster. My pussy is slodge at this point. His other hand goes to my clit to tease it. And my hips desperately jump forward. Wanting all of it. Fingers in and out and making small rings on my clit I was about to cum.

“Loid I’m close.” At that he kisses me sweetly to hide my moan. At that pump and circle I came.

“MHH!” I squirted all over his hand and desk. We depart from each other.

“So did I perform my husband duties well?” He could be such a teasing asshole sometimes.

“I think so…” I look over the desk. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t be, there's more coming.” I seriously think I'll have a heart attack.

“Loid?”

“Yeah?”

“Be careful on your mission tonight.” With a kiss on his cheek, I cleaned myself up and left feeling like this fake marriage just became very real.

“Mama, I’m home,” Anya called out, entering our house.

“Hi Anya, I’m just making dinner!” I smiled while stirring the soup pot. “Man, I'm sure happy Loid forgot his lunch.”  

“Ah! My plan worked once again, the world is saved thanks to me.” 

I also have smut Gojo fics if you like! Valentine's Day & Work Rivals

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TELL ME IT'S YOU

Damian Priest

- Second post! Short lil story, Fem pov, cursing, may be a few mistakes I've glossed over, ( not super familiar with Spanish so let me know if I messed that up at all ) - ever since Damian joined Smackdown, I had to write a little something.

You avoided him like the plague after he got drafted to SmackDown. You thought you were in the clear. Judgment Day? Left behind. RAW? In the rearview. Your past challenges? A distant memory. And him? Especially him. Damian Priest. He was more than an afterthought. He had been forgotten by you. But fate, or whatever cosmic joke the universe was playing on you, had other plans. No matter how much distance you put between yourself and the past, you ended up bumping into him. Like an old bad habit. Or a song stuck in your head that you swore you hated, but deep down maybe you didn’t. Because there you were, once again in close quarters on SMACKDOWN with the one man who had a knack for getting under your skin. Just like old times on RAW. You and Damian had history. Not the kind you could neatly sum up in a sentence, either. You’d joined the RAW roster a few months back, full of fire, only to get roped into Judgment Day, Finn Balor’s crumbling faction. A rookie mistake. Literally. You were new, naive, maybe even a little reckless. The details of why you joined? Hazy at best. Maybe you thought aligning with Finn would give you an edge. Maybe you just got caught in the undertow. Either way, it was a decision that painted a giant target on your back.

Enter Damian Priest.

You expected hostility. After all, he and Finn were locked in an intense rivalry, and you? You were just another pawn on Finn’s chessboard. But Damian’s fixation wasn’t about taking you down. No, it was something else entirely. He was convinced you were better than this. That you were wasting your potential in Judgment Day. That you, someone he barely even knew, were capable of more. And that unsettled you. It wasn’t the words themselves that got under your skin, it was how right he was. He saw straight through you. It was frustrating.

"You're not like them," He had told you one night backstage, his voice low enough that only you could hear.

You rolled your eyes, adjusting your wrist tape, pretending like his words didn’t sink in deeper than they actually did. "Wow, Priest. That’s really insightful. Did you figure that out all on your own?”

He smirked, unbothered. "You know what I mean. This whole Judgment Day act? It’s not you. You’re forcing it. Me entiendes?”

You scoffed. "And you’re an expert on me now?"

He leaned in, his lips mere inches from your cheek in a barely-there kiss, close enough to steal the breath from your lungs. "I don’t need to be an expert to know when someone’s faking it.”

That was the problem. He didn’t need to know you to see you.

You thought you’d escaped all of that. That you’d finally found some peace after leaving Judgment Day behind and jumping to SmackDown. That those tangled complicated feelings would stay buried where they belonged. But there he was. Making his way down the aisle, his entrance music blaring, wearing that damn knowing smile like he had the answers to questions you hadn’t even asked yet. You were just in the ring, mid-promo, talking about your determination to win the Royal Rumble. You were fired up. And then he interrupted. Because of course he did! And as much as you wished otherwise, you had a sinking feeling that Damian Priest wasn’t just there to mess with you.

He was there because he still saw you.

You let out a slow breath, rolling your shoulders as you listened to the crowd’s surprised reaction, but you weren’t paying attention to them much. You were too busy glaring at the man walking down the ramp like he owned the place. You shifted your weight, folding your arms as he swiftly climbed into the ring. “You lost, Priest? This isn’t RAW. I was hoping we'd never do this again.”

Damian chuckled, adjusting the collar of his leather jacket. “Nah, I know exactly where I am.” He gestured around the arena. “SmackDown. Your new home. Or well, our new home. Thought I'd come check out your side of the fence.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “Right. Because obviously you don’t have anything better to do.”

He took a step closer, tilting his head. “You tell me. I was back there listening, and I gotta say, you sounded motivated, hermosa."

You narrowed your eyes. “Because I am motivated. It's literally the Royal Rumble.”

“Mhm, I get you.” He nodded, feigning deep thought. “It's, I don't know, interesting. ‘Cause I remember a time when you had your sights set on somethin’ else entirely.”

Your stomach twisted and the crowd cooed. You weren’t going to let him pull you back into the past.

“That was a long time ago,” you said coolly into the mic.

“Como? Was it now? I don't know, it feels like yesterday.” The way he was looking at you made your pulse spike. He had a way of doing that, of making you feel like he was peeling back layers you didn’t even know you had.

“You think you know me so well,” you muttered.

“I do,” he shot back without hesitation. “And that’s what’s got you so pissed off, isn’t it?” Your jaw clenched, but before you could snap back, he continued, “You left Judgment Day because you finally figured it out. You realized you didn’t belong there.” He let the words hang in the air before adding, “But that doesn’t mean you’ve figured out where you do belong.”

Your jaw fell agape.

He leaned in just slightly, the distance between you both threatening to close. “That’s what you’re really fighting for, isn’t it? More than a Rumble win. More than a title shot. You want to prove to yourself that you made the right choice.”

You hated how much he understood. But you weren’t going to let him get the last word. Lifting your chin, you met his gaze head-on you said, “I don’t need your validation, Priest.”

He chuckled, stepping back with his hands up. “Good. ‘Cause I ain't here to give it. I’m here to see if you can back it up.”

Your brow furrowed. “What the hell does that mean?”

His smirk deepened. “It means I ain't goin’ anywhere. I guess we’ll find out if all that motivation you’re talking about is real. Or if you’re still just running.”

"Running from what, damn it?" You threw an arm up dramatically. “Go on, tell me.”

Damian didn’t answer right away. No, that would’ve been taking it easy. Instead, he let the moment hang in the air, stretching the silence just long enough to make you roll your eyes into next week’s Smackdown. Then, with that same smirk, he scratched at his upper lip and let out a deep rumbling chuckle, the kind that sent a shiver straight into your core, though you’d sooner take a chair shot than ever admit that.

“Heh.” He started pacing. “You really that dense?”

“Oh, please,” Your jaw tightened, “Enlighten me, Priest. What exactly am I running from?”

Damian stopped pacing, shaking his head. “You really want me to spell it out for you?”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.” You grumbled.

“Alright,” he said, voice low and steady. “You’re not running from Judgment Day. You’re not even running from your past mistakes. You’re running from yourself.”

You forced yourself to hold his gaze. “That’s the best you’ve got? Some dime store fortune cookie psychology?”

“Call it whatever you want, but we both know it’s true.” Damian gestured toward you with a lazy flick of his ringed fingers. “You act like you’ve got it all figured out, like you’ve moved on, but deep down? You’re still trying to prove something. To yourself.”

He picked you apart. You hated that he wasn’t wrong.

“Newsflash, Priest,” You stepped forward, closing the gap between you two again. “Everyone in this business is trying to prove something. It’s called ambition. Maybe you’ve heard of it?”

“Ambition and fear? Two different things.”

You sucked in a breath through your nose. “I’m not afraid.”

Damian raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “No? Then why are you getting so worked up?”

You opened your mouth to fire back - only to realize you didn’t actually have an answer. Fuck him. Fuck his insight, fuck the way he had this irritating habit of making you question yourself. You huffed out a sharp incredulous laugh, because of course he’d say something like that. Because if there was one thing Damian Priest excelled at, besides South of heavin-ing people into oblivion, it was knowing exactly what buttons to press and how hard to press them. You squared your shoulders, refusing to let him see the way his words sent a shockwave through you. But he knew. You knew that he was aware. “You really piss me off. Yet, you wonder why I don't ever give you the time of day.”

“Oh, you give me the time of day, sweetheart. Every single time I walk in a room, you feel it. Just like I do.”

He’s messing with you. He’s just trying to get in your head.

So you did the only logical thing, and dismissed him with a flick of your wrist. “Cute. Real cute. But here’s the thing, Priest, I don’t run from myself. I like who I am right now and I like where I'm headed."

That earned you a full-blown laugh, deep and rich, like he actually enjoyed this ( God, he did ). “Better yet,” Damian began, dragging his tongue across his bottom lip like he was savoring the moment, like he knew exactly what he was about to do to your sanity. His eyes darkened with something unreadable, something dangerous. “How about,” he drawled, voice smooth as sin, “you stop running from me?”

Oh.

Oh, hell no.

Your entire body went rigid, heat creeping up the back of your neck. The crowd’s reaction was instant, a mix of oohs and gasps, like they’d just witnessed someone flip a match into a gasoline pit.

“I- I don’t-” you stammered, internally cursing yourself for it. Stuttering? Really? You were better than this.

“No, c’mon now.” Suddenly, Damian's voice shifted from playful to razor sharp, and you felt a jolt of adrenaline shoot through you. You stepped back instinctively, only to find him stepping forward, closing the distance between you again, even further this time. “You run from me. You just keep on running.” And there you were, caught in a bit of a dilemma. You took another step back, nearly into the ropes behind you, trying to regain some semblance of personal space, but he was having none of it. He placed a hand on your shoulder, the cool metal of his rings pressing through the fabric of your wrestling gear. It was like he was anchoring you in place, and somehow that made the whole thing worse - and also a little thrilling. He leaned in, lowering himself to your eye level, which, considering your height difference, felt like he was towering over you in a very intimate way. “Look me in the eye and tell me it’s really you who wants me to stop,” he demanded, “That it’s really you who wants me to keep my distance. Tell. Me. It’s. You.”

Your mind raced as you felt the heat rise in your cheeks. How could he be so infuriatingly accurate? Damnit, he knew exactly how to handle you, like a skilled musician plucking at the strings of your tension. Deep down, you realized you loved this as much as you "hated" it. It was the thrill of the chase, the magnetism of his confidence. It was all so maddening. Because, if you were honest with yourself, there was a part of you that was undeniably drawn to him, a part that was tired of running.

[narcissistshandler]

hello, idk if you write fluff but if you do, imagine a fwb relationship afab geto where reader got jealous seeing him spending time with a random girl. so that night reader was being too rough making suguru say his safeword. which ofc made reader stop and provide lots if aftercare. idk im feeling the need for fluff rn lmaoo, and with amab reader pls? thankss

𝗔 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞

✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 gn reader x geto suguru

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 amab!reader, afab!geto, use of vagina/clitoris/pussy for geto's genitals, friends with benefits, sub/dom dynamics, overstimulation, sex toys, vaginal penetration, humiliation, squirt, talking about pee, pushing boundaries, use of safeword, oral in public (geto receiving, just mentioned), reader is a mean dom

✧ 𝖠/𝖭: Hi, thanks for the request, this is only the second time I've written something merely similar to fluff, but I hope you like it ♡

It's need to blink several times to ward off the tears that accumulate in the corners of his eyes, which slide down the side of his face, onto the mattress. The lamp on the ceiling was brightly bright and the entire lit room was starting to feel like too much exposure. He wanted to shrink down and become small enough to disappear into the middle of the huge double bed.

Your fingers travel from his heel, towards his legs pressed together and the sigh that leaves Suguru's swollen lips is shaky. He is so wet that he can feel the moisture on the inside of his thighs and his clit pulses heavily, painful and uncomfortable, the entrance tightens, unable to close by the set of vibrators you had placed inside him, taking your time pressing the vibrator post dildo in his sweet pussy. He felt raw.

“Open your legs for me,” your tone was gentle, but your fingers tight around his ankle were firm. He hesitated. The vibrations at different speeds inside him could be felt in his stomach, frequent, strong, intense. Too much. “Suguru.”

Suguru obeyed the order, shaky legs parting for you.

You didn't even praise him like you normally would as you used your grip to direct one of his legs to your shoulder and your free hand reached down to touch his full entrance. A single finger slid inside, pressing against the vibrating plastic toys and stimulating him to the threat of pain. Pain was usually good, welcome, as sweet as pleasure, but today something felt different.

You didn't respond to any of his messages for over a week, avoiding him and then, today you suddenly took the initiative to text him, calling him to your house, but your mind felt distant since you opened the door for him. Suguru wondered what was more important than this moment, the here and now? Who took your thoughts?

“You’re just a slut for getting your pussy filled. A filthy little thing begging to be used.” Your finger sank in further and bent, pulling his hole through the wet mess. A muscle on his inner thigh jumped in response.

Suguru breathed through his teeth. His body didn't react like it usually did, it didn't tighten, get wet and beg for your cock. He wanted your cock, but only because he wanted to be closer to you, wanted your focus to be on fucking him, not on anything that was on your mind.

“I-I'm not,” he argued, the voice sounding unfamiliar and distant in his own ears.

You laughed, a dark sound that made Suguru look at you. “Oh, but you are.”

Your finger stopped your attempts to widen his tight channel further, but Suguru didn't allow himself to relax for even a minute. The five, maybe six or seven toys of different shapes, sizes and weights were already stretching him to the limit, the vibrations could be felt at the base of his spine. Suguru had already cum three times and the sensitivity seemed to be getting worse by the second, despite knowing he was leaking enough to form a wet puddle beneath his ass, he felt dry, tense, uncomfortable, all at the same time.

Everything would be better if you touched him as usual, kissed him and looked at him like before. Even if it was all fake, he would rather have the lies of a merely sexual relationship than this.

“Let me go,” he pleaded in an uncertain whisper. His nails had left scratches and crescent marks behind his own hands that were tied together with black rope, pressed against his bare chest. The entire body was naked, covered only by red and purple marks, sweat and dried saliva.

“You don’t give the orders here, remember?”

Suguru forced himself to continue breathing deeply, even as the tip of a particular toy hit a sensitive spot and he could feel his bladder tense. You were already looking at him so coldly, he didn't want to imagine what you would say if him ended up wetting your bed - the thought made it harder not to cry, not to allow a sob to rise up his throat. He didn't want to disappoint you, he didn't want you to feel angry and disgusted with him.

“I want to, uh, touch you,” he said as he forced his eyes closed, fingers clenching at an uncomfortable angle.

“You can’t,” you said. Your touch faded and Suguru's foot that was on your shoulder dug in an anxious action, just to make sure you were still there. He didn't want to be left alone in the darkness. “Don’t be gross now, Suguru, making such a big mess.”

And it would be a lie to say that Suguru didn't feel when the jets of liquid began to be expelled between the toys, pushing them out of his convulsing walls, with force. But he hoped you didn't notice, or at least pretended not to. Shame gnawed at his insides.

“That-that...” he fumbled for words, legs tense and body hot to the point that the friction against the sheets was irritating. This has never happened before, Suguru wanted to assure you immediately. Instead, he begged, “Please, I’m s-sorry.”

“That’s not urine, is it? I was hoping you would use your words if you wanted to go to the bathroom. Look what you did in my bed now.”

Suguru wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear. "I..."

The sound of your hands working to undo your pants was distant beneath his breathing becoming increasingly labored, his nails scratching his skin. “Who else would accept a slut so dirty that can’t say he needs to go to the bathroom like you, if not me?” you questioned, there was something bitter in your tone that Suguru couldn't identify. “Nobody.”

“I-I don’t want to play anymore,” he muttered softly.

You continued as if he hadn't said anything:

“Definitely not that girl.”

Girl? Suguru thought. What girl?

The tip of your cock touched his rippling entrance. Suguru was stretched out, so wet and twice as sensitive; he could still vaguely hear the sound of vibrations. His entire body began to shake when just the head entered him and you stopped, letting him feel how his tense and aching walls contracted around the intrusion. You grabbed Suguru's sensitive clit between two fingers, pinching it mercilessly.

“Plea-” he choked.

The onset of an orgasm or a blackout made his eyes roll back under the closed lids.

“Look at me, Suguru,” you said, it didn’t feel like an order or a request, it felt like begging. Your cock sank an inch deeper. Shock rattled through his bones. “Open your eyes or I’m going to take every toy we have and shove them inside you and I swear I’ll leave them there until...”

The rest of your words were lost when the first sob sounded and genuine tears ran down Suguru's face. Why you...?

“Red.” He panted out of bed; heat expressed under his skin, rose up his throat. Suguru choked around the safe word. “Red, red, red, red.”

Your touch was gone. You were slow in pulling out of him, but still quick enough that within seconds, everything was dissolved into nothing. Nothing. He sobbed, pulling his legs closer to his chest and turning onto his side, even though the pressure against his sex was terrible, he realized he wanted the pain, thought he deserved it.

You were murmuring something, fingers running through his sweat-damp hair and Suguru only noticed that his hands were already free when he moved them in search of you, even with his eyes closed, his fingers found your shirt and squeezed, not wanting to be alone in the dark.

“Suguru,” you were saying. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I went too far. I didn't mean any of those things, okay? Believe me," you begged. “Can you talk to me? Suguru?”

He didn't respond, still couldn't reason through the sensitivity scratching his skin.

“Can you at least open your eyes for me? Please?" it was a question this time. Suguru shook his head, feeling tour fingers leave his hair and run down his face, wiping away the trail of tears. He opened his eyes. Your worried, guilty face stared back at him. "There you are. Is it okay if I touch you?”

Suguru nodded. He realized he wanted you to touch him.

You gently rubbed his arms where the ropes left pink marks behind, then touched the scratch marks. Keeping one hand in his - that tightly gripped your fingers -, you reached for the bottle of water on the nightstand and settled into the bed next to him. Without much difficulty you pulled Suguru's tense body up and against yours, letting his head fall onto your shoulder before opening the bottle and placing it against his dry lips.

“You need to drink, dear.”

After drinking the entire contents of the bottle, you let him slide back onto the bed. Suguru's nose pressed against your pillow, inhaling your scent clinging to the fabric. His skin felt like it was on fire and he had to keep one of his legs bent in front of him to avoid putting even more pressure on his pulsing sex. Suguru could feel slick lube oozing out of him, his entrance opening and closing. He felt disgusting and damn vulnerable. And the tears didn't stop falling.

Your hand fell on his hip and without another word, you turned him around so he was facing you. A dissatisfied moan rose in his throat, but before it could be vocalized, cold touched his skin. Suguru sighed with relief as the cloth passed over his hot, sweaty skin. He had to fight the urge to close his legs as the cold ventured between them and passed over his swollen sex, it felt good.

Everything seemed to take forever. Your footsteps echoed as if from a great distance and what seemed like hours later, the bed next to him dipped, your hand running down his side and fitting into the back of his knee, careful to spread his legs in the same position Suguru was in previously. "Thank you," he said softly, a mere husky whisper. Thank you for not leaving him alone, even after all the mess he made, even after he got wet and...

Your hand didn't go away and instead, it ran up his leg and traveled over his hip. You asked, "What do you need, Suguru? I need you to talk to me."

His skin burned like an out-of-control fire, his sex felt like raw meat and the words you said to him still lingered in his mind, the way you looked at him; as if he were nothing. There was a lump in his throat and Suguru couldn't look you in the eyes.

“Can you… lay with me?” he asked, hesitant like a small child, eyes down.

“Sure, dear.” There was sweetness in his tone, but Suguru still noticed the distance in them. Your mind still felt elsewhere and all he desperately wanted was for you to focus on him and him alone.

You lay on the bed next to him, your fingers seeming to play a melody that only you knew on his waist, the skin wet with sweat. “Should I change the sheets?” you asked as you pulled Suguru closer, pulling him away from the wet spot. The sheets, however, were his last concern.

"...What was all that?" Suguru asked. He kept his arms close to his chest, even though he really wanted to touch you, he didn't know if he could handle being pushed away. Suguru had to keep reminding himself that it wasn't right to feel this way, that you didn't belong to him, just like he didn't belong to you.

You took a while to respond and your fingers stopped.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated. “I had my head elsewhere and ended up taking it out on you. It wasn’t your fault, you were perfect, you always are.” The compliment sent butterflies through his stomach.

“You were thinking about someone else.” The accusation came out harsher than intended. “What girl were you talking about?”

“I wasn’t thinking about someone else,” you said, “I was thinking about you.”

“...About me?”

“That girl at the bar, two weeks ago, who gave you her number. You called?"

Suguru took a while to understand what you were talking about. Two weeks ago... He remembered going out with your friends, how the loud music had been intoxicating enough for you both to forget that you were in public and that none of your friends knew about the other kind of relationship that you two had - if he could call it that. The girl at the bar who slipped a piece of paper with her number into the pocket of his tight pants, however, was a blurry, secondary memory to how your tongue had been inside him in the dirty bathroom afterwards.

“Why would I call?”

“Don’t call.” It wasn't a request at all. “She can’t have you.”

Suguru's heart skipped a beat. He finally found the courage to look you in the eyes.

“What does that mean?” He needed a direct and clear answer. He needed to make sure you meant what he thought.

“You’re not mine,” you said and his chest tightened. “We are just friends, even if we kiss and meet secretly to have sex, even when we know each other's bodies intimately, just friends. I don't want that anymore. I don't want the 'friends with benefits' status anymore. I want to be yours and I want you to be mine. I want to be the one to have you naked, satiated and relaxed in my bed. Every night and every day.”

Despite drinking water, his throat still felt dry, his tongue felt heavy in his mouth. He felt like crying again, this time for an entirely different reason. “I-I want to be yours,” he said in a low, strangled voice, the words barely coming out. But he was urgent to respond, before you could change your mind. Suguru repeated, louder, “I want to be yours. I want this. All of it.”

"Yes, dear? Do you want a relationship? Do you want me to hold you in my arms to sleep every night? Because that’s what I’m concluding,” you said, a smile taking over your mouth. Suguru can't help but press himself against you, nose against your neck. He whimpered as he nodded in affirmation, it felt like thousands of butterflies fluttering their wings inside his stomach, in a good way. It felt like a dream. “I’ll never let you go again if you say yes.”

“Yes,” Suguru moaned, tears flashing in his eyes. "Yes. Don’t let me go, ever.”

Your fingers slid through the dark strands of his hair. You let him cry as you pressed kisses against his head. “I was really hard on you earlier, I’m sorry,” you said. “I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you, I shouldn't have said any of those things when I know that humiliation is one of your limits. I will be more careful from now on to never hurt you again.”

Suguru just continued to nod. He accepted your apology, he knew you were sincere and you stopped as soon as he said his safe word - he forgave you. But he didn't apologize for using it and Suguru knew you also didn't want him to feel sorry for being able to set his own boundaries and protect himself.

“Is there anything you need, my love?”

That made a smile pull at his lips, moving his face away from your neck so he could look at you, hands gripping your clothes. “You haven't kissed me once since I arrived.”

“I didn’t even notice, forgive me,” you said, your thumb rubbing his red cheek to calm the tears that still fell from his dark eyes. “Do you want me to kiss you?”

Suguru rolled his eyes.

"Idiot."

Your thumb rubbed his bottom lip, dry and cracked, with red bite marks. The touch made him close his eyes, mouth opening in pure muscle memory and when your finger slid inside and touched his teeth, Suguru closed the lips and sucked. Your taste filled his senses and then, your lips pressed against his, slowly pulling your thumb out of Suguru's mouth, your other hand steadying the back of his head.

There was nothing innocent and chaste about the way your lips moved against his, hard enough that threatened to leave the imprint of your mouth on his. Saliva wet Suguru's dry lips and he could still feel the ghost of your touch on his tongue. He wanted more of you, of your taste. He wanted to dive into your mouth and never let go.

The lack of air made the two of you separate and Suguru instinctively searched for your lips again, even as his chest rose and fell. You must have been so ecstatic about your new relationship status that you kissed him again, through the lack of air, searching for oxygen against each other's mouths. And then kissed him again. Again. And again. Until Suguru's lips were numb.

“Is there anything else you need?”

He just needed you. Just it.

“Hug me.”

You did it. You wrapped your arms around him firmly, knowing that right now nothing bothered Suguru more than not being in your arms. Between sweet kisses that left his mind spinning in ecstasy, your voice filled the silent room, the words of love, appreciation and praise making Suguru's toes curl, a new shade of blush rising on his damp cheeks.

“I love you, always have,” you said, right over his ear. “Don’t be afraid, Suguru. I'll still be here when you wake up, ready to repeat all these things to you, to remind you how amazing and good you are, how beautiful and how much I love you. I will never let you go, it's a promise.”

Darkness appeared behind Suguru's closed eyelids and this time, without fear of being alone in the dark, he allowed himself to relax in your embrace.

“I love you too.”

[heian-era-housewife]

This fic is part of the @nanamiscocksleeve Secret Santa Ficmas event.

Happy Holidays to @mysteria157 who wanted some holiday fluff with Nanami!

A/N: Thanks to both of you for your patience and sincerest apologies for the delay. I hope you had a wonderful holiday season and a fantastic New Year to come! Enjoy!

Nanami Kento is perfect.

That's why you fell for him, isn't it? Perfect manners, perfect work ethic, perfect timing, perfect...hair.

So when he invited you over for your first holiday dinner together, it only made sense that you'd want to match that sky-high bar he had set.

Of course he insisted on making dinner, but you just wouldn't have it. Afterall, if you were going to prove your worth, you wanted to pull your weight.

And so, here you were, on hands and knees on your kitchen floor, picking up the broken pieces of the serving platter you'd just dropped- what would've been your main meal now splattered about the tile- cursing yourself for thinking you could ever match up to perfect Nanami Kento.

Kento♡ - Hello Darling, can't wait to see you.

He texted, thirty minutes before your would-be dinner.

The feeling is mutual. Heading out shortly!

You lied, preheating your oven while frantically scouring your fridge and pantry for spare...well...everything.

Kento♡ - Wonderful. See you soon.

See you soon ♡

The words make you cringe as you stare down at the floor. Your meticulously-made dinner still strewn about in slippery patches you dodge as you dart around aimlessly.

The minutes pass like frenzied heartbeats, and still you've nothing to show. You should have been at Kento's twenty minutes ago, now the growing feeling of failure has settled in.

Kento♡ - Everything okay?

Just a little setback... I'll be there soon.

You lie once more, desperate for a way out of the mess you've created.

Kento♡ - Take your time, my dear. I'm sure everything will be perfect.

And there it is. That dreaded word you've come to hate. The reason you're in this mess in the first place. Who were you kidding, thinking you could impress Mr. Flawless incarnate? Who were you, next to the consummate, Nanami Kento?

You sink to the floor, heart heavy from the shame of unmet expectation. Oven empty. Counters a mess. Tears falling hard and fast with with the weight of fear and failure.

If only he could see you now, you think bitterly.

Moments later there's a gentle knock at the door. You jolt to your senses, all time and meaning washed flat in that wave of sudden sorrow.

Getting up, you nearly trip, floor still slick with the meal you'd promised.

Panic stricken, you grab at papertowels in a frantic attempt to wipe up the mess, too tizzied to notice the door slowly opening, or the sound of steady, leatherbound footsteps.

A soft voice causes you to jump.

"Need a hand?"

Perfect timing.

Your voice catches. His face says it all. Not mad. Not disappointed. Just concerned. And somehow, that feels worse. Wiping at your tear-stained cheeks you continue to clean the floor in silence.

"Hey," Kento's voice is barely above a whisper as he crouches next to you, taking up your hand in his. "You could've told me, you know."

"I didn't want to let you down," you mumble out.

"Let me down?" Bringing your hand to his lips, still cold from the chilly outside air, he waits until you meet his tender gaze. "You could never."

The moments pass in silence, the two of you working to clean up the kitchen. Before long, the floor is free of food, much like the dinner table.

"Ken, I don't have the ingredients, other wise I'd try to-"

"You know," he gently interrupts, eyes gleaming over a runaway roll he plucks from under a cabinet. "I've never really been a big dinner guy anyway." He laughs, tossing you the roll. "Always fill up on the bread. Got any flour?"

With a puzzled look you grab an unopened bag of all purpose flour from the cabinet as he suggests an easy recipe for dinner rolls his grandmother once taught him. A "guilty pleasure", he admits. Taking the bag he pulls at the corners, perfect confidence as he swoops in to save the night. And then-

*POOF*

The bag explodes. From top to bottom, he's torn it clean open, flour blanketing the countertops in a mess of powedery white. And Kento? He's covered.

You stare in silent shock as the man removes his signature glasses. Two hazel eyes blinking humorously through the chalky mess. And just as suddenly, laughter spills from your chest, echoing off the walls and around the once again soiled kitchen. Kento's laughing too. And for the first time tonight the weight of perfection is lifted from your shoulders. With what you can salvage, the two of you follow his grandmother's recipe, kneading dough, stealing kisses, and basking in the joy of togetherness.

"How long?" You ask as you slide the tray into the oven.

"Hmm..." he considers, a look of almost mischeif on his still-powdered face. "I'd say...long enough for a quick shower..." he says with a boyish grin. You know just what he's implying, taking his hand and heading toward the bathroom.

Clean and warm, you sit down at long last to your improvised holiday dinner. The rolls only slightly overdone.

But to you, they were perfect ♡

[rensaries]

જ⁀➴ one look give 'em whiplash ~ na jaemin smau

chapter 16: miffy pancakes

once you and jaemin were done with your pancakes, he cleaned up the dishes while you moved over to the couch. before you could even sit down, one of his cats started roaming towards you and jumping up in your lap once you finally sat down.

you felt awkward sitting in the silence of his dorm, aside from the noises of the plates from his cleaning up. the atmosphere wasn't uncomfortable; you were actually a lot more comfortable than usual. but something about being in an only recently familiar place with someone you hadn't spent that much time with made your stomach turn. especially after the recent events with yeojin and yangyang. for a moment, you thought to yourself and questioned why you were letting yourself get this comfortable around someone like this right after you nearly died from naively trusting two idiots.

your thoughts are interrupted when jaemin finally takes a seat on the couch. you feel the need to say something to prevent the awkard silence from continuing.

"thank you again for the pancakes," you say as you shoot him a small smile.

"of course, i felt like i needed to do something nice especially after being hungover." by the look on his face you can tell he's relieved that the pancakes were a hit, you assumed he put a lot of effort into not messing the whole thing up.

"oh, and also, thank you for looking after me last night. i'm sure you can tell it's kind of hard for me to easily trust people." you cringed at the reminder of your situation with yangyang.

"no problem, i'm glad you can trust me, makes me feel special!" the boy giggles at his own comment, and you roll your eyes in responce. for a moment, you get distracted again by his looks, but you quickly come back to reality when you notice the expression on his face changes. you can tell he's curious about something but hesitant to actually say anything.

"you're gonna ask me what happened, aren't you?" at this point, you had expected people to either know every detail about your "lore" or that people would be overly curious and just scared to say anything knowing it's a sensitive topic. you weren't offended by the boy's curiosity, if that's what he was thinking of. again, you expect it by now for people to be curious, and you can tell he probably hasn't heard the scoop yet.

"i didn't wanna be the one to say anything," he lets out an awkard laugh, you can tell he regrets even thought about it. "you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"no, it's okay, i've lived it and told it enough times that it doesn't really bother me to talk about it," and you mean it. one thing that helped you to cope with everything in the first place was to talk about it with your friends. it helped you process everything better and get your feelings out so that it wasn't all weighing on you at once. and as much as it affected you, you didn't really have much of a choice to get used to talking about it.

"where do i even start," you pretend to think hard as you tap you finger on your chin. "it wasn't even two months into the first semester of my freshman year when some random guy asked me out, and when i rejected him he told me i'd 'pay for it'. the next day i couldn't even step foot outside my dorm without people i've never spoken to staring at me like i had a target on my forehead. turns out that guy told his friends that i 'gave good head', which then his friends told their friends and it spread faster than any professer can grade work," it's been awhile since you've explained the entire situation to someone, and you're a lot more emotional than you thought you'd be.

"quickly, it turned into random guys coming up to me and trying to get my number, hitting on me, asking me out, and eventually it escalated so bad to the point that i was scared to even leave my dorm. i couldn't go to parties anymore without the fear that some guy would come up to me and try to make a move. there were a few guys who went as far as to borderline stalk me, following me to my dorm and harassing me. and to top it all off there were a few times where they, well, basically groped me."

the boy stared at you with his mouth agape; this also wasn't an unusual response to you sharing this information. you found it kind of funny, he looked cute, and you knew he meant well.

"i seriously have no idea what to say, that's horrible." his expression didn't change much, maybe a little more shocked than he just was.

"it is what it is. i'm just lucky most of the rumors died down by the next year."

you can see him still trying to process everything you just told him, not knowing exactly how to respond or what to think. you're just glad that you got it all off your chest to someone new, you don't think anyone but sakura understands how difficult it is for you to open up to new people.

note ʚɞ holy yap... idk where this came from but i just wanted to write again so hopefully this isn't buns and is actually enjoyable 💔 also yes i used grammarly don't come for me i was anxious about having any mistakes when i posted so i had to use my last resort

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