#gonna have some dinner and maybe try to more replies afterwards !!

[unsolvedjarin]

Thinking about a kimi x fem! Driver! Reader who is basically the female version of Sebastian, where the fic is kimi and the reader doing a challenge for Ferraris channel, the reader being a bit of a know it all, and kimi just not caring

You can choose if it’s romantic or platonic:) thank you!

FERRARI AND CHINESE FOOD

pairing: (kimi raikkonen x ferrari driver! reader)

summary: ferrari has a sunshine driver and an iceman driver partake in a challenge for their youtube channel. thankfully, the sun can melt ice.

note: its 1am sorry i have no comprehensive thoughts this is a bit bad but have it anyways i am proud i made this with less than 5 hours of sleep. okay enjoy anon!!!!

content warning: my grammar at 1am

“Another one,” Kimi groans, throwing himself onto the couch in his room.

“Oh come on it’s not that bad,” you say with a grin, closing the door behind the both of you so no one could come in. You’re sure if Kimi had to talk to another person from the media he might explode. “Besides, this next one is the last one for today.”

“For today,” he emphasizes, groaning into a throw pillow once more. You’d both been doing media duties for Ferrari all day, and while it was tiring, you would say some of them had been fun and enjoyable. Although, evidently not for your teammate.

“Cheer up Kimi, it’ll be over soon,” you smile, sitting on the edge of the couch where he was laying down. You sigh, knowing the one thing that would get him to cooperate. “Dinner will be on me after.”

That grabs his attention, slightly pulling himself up and looking at you. “You mean that?”

“God you’re like a child I have to bribe,” you tease, yet with no malice. “Yes, I mean that.” You loved spending time with Kimi, and whenever there were media duties you both always had food afterwards. It was like a reward of sorts.

“Where d’ya wanna go?” Kimi mumbles, laying down on his side and resting his head on his hand. He was staring straight at you, waiting for a response. You think he looked pretty like this.

Smiling at him, you take your hand and run it through his hair softly, unable to help yourself. You would never normally do this, but you barely got moments alone during media week. Kimi grumbles but doesn’t stop you, you knew he always secretly liked it. “I dunno, what’re you up for?”

“Mmm…” he nuzzles into your hand a bit more, “Maybe chinese. I would enjoy some dumplings right now.”

“We can get Chinese then.”

Before you could have another moment of peace, however, a PR agent walked in the room to remind you that your next shoot was in ten minutes. You quickly pulled your hand away and Kimi sat up hastily, trying to fix up his hair. You give the agent an awkward thumbs up, hoping he got the message to leave.

“Okay, you’re right, this incessant filming is a bit tiring,” you say the second the door closes.

“Told you,” he simply replies. You pout in return, slumping your form beside him. He thought you looked so cute like this. Holding your cheek, he kisses your forehead, your nose, then your mouth, making you scrunch up your face. He chuckles, at least he made you feel a bit better.

“I should probably get ready for the shoot. You good here?” You ask, getting up from the couch. Kimi hums a yes, but doesn’t let go of your hand. “I’m not sure if you’re aware, Kimi, but you will have to let go of my hand so I can get to my room.”

He looks at you with puppy eyes for a second before reluctantly letting go, deciding to lay back down on the couch.

“You’re not gonna get ready?”

Kimi shakes his head, eyes already closed ready for a five minute nap. You scoff softly at him, before heading for the door. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” he mumbles. Kimi was not a man of many words by any means, but he would always utter those back to you. Smiling to yourself, you shut the door and get ready for the shoot.

“So this is how the challenge goes: you have to compete with each other on who knows your fellow drivers and each other the best, and of course, most points win. You’ll write your answers on a whiteboard so there’ll be no cheating.” The interviewer behind the camera explains. You nod, giving her a signal that you were ready for them to start filming. Kimi sat beside you on a couch, his face not showing any emotions whatsoever. Looks like you would be doing the heavy lifting on this shoot today.

They snap the check in front of the camera, and the interviewer asks the first question. “Starting with something simple, who on the grid has the most wins?”

“Oh, easy.” you mumble, writing your answer down on your board. Kimi wrote his answer in silence, not talking even when he finished.

“Done?”

You nod, both you and Kimi showing your boards. Lewis Hamilton.

“Easy enough, next question! Who was Y/N’s idol growing up?”

“Aha! You should know this, I told you about it before!” you exclaim, poking Kimi. He grunts, “Not fair, she knows her own idol of course.”

“Sorry, the question wasn’t finished. For Y/N, who was Kimi's idol growing up?” The girl adds.

Oh. Your smile drops as you look to the man beside you who, for the first time in any of the shoots you did today, showed emotion by grinning wickedly at you. “You should get this, I told you about it before,” he teases, echoing your own words. You think for a second before writing down a guess of an answer.

“Time’s up! Can you both please show your boards.”

You reveal yours first, the words Ayrton Senna scribbled down on it. Looking at the man beside you for confirmation, he shakes his head.

“Awh no way! Who’s your idol then?”

Kimi shrugs his shoulders, not answering your question. He didn’t even give Ferrari an answer for that one. He looks at his own empty board for a second before jotting down an answer he’s sure is wrong, but he’s also sure as hell is funny.

Turning his board around, you see Kimi Raikkonen written down with a smiley face beside it. You snigger loudly before replying, “Sure it is bud. In your dreams, maybe.”

“Unfortunately, that is incorrect, Kimi.” The interviewer calls out.

“Go figure,” he mumbles wryly, making you grin even wider.

“No, his answer is correct.” You joke, trying to tease him even more. He gives you a look but you simply keep your sly grin. He decides to drop it, after all he at least made you smile. That in itself deserves a point.

The questions went on for a while, before they got to the harder ones. “Okay, amping it up a notch, who won the 1985 World Championship?”

“Woah, that escalated quickly,” you exclaim, pausing to think for a second.

So far the score was 4-1 for you and Kimi respectively, as he really wasn’t trying at all. You’re pretty sure he could’ve gotten the question about what year Fernando Alonso came into F1 right if he cared. Jotting your answer down to the current question, you see Kimi from your peripheral vision trying to take a peek of your board.

“Hey!” you smack him lightly with your board, “Cheater.”

He smirks, trying to block your second hit. “Wasn’t cheating.”

You continue writing your answer but this time hiding it from Kimi, keeping it as close to your chest as possible. He looks at you for a second as if planning something before going back to write on his own board. Well– he pretends to write something, but you can see him just drawing a star in the corner of his board.

“What’re you planning?” You mumble. Kimi simply shrugs his shoulders, but you can see the slight grin playing on his lips. Locking in your answer, you feel the couch shift slightly to your left. Kimi inched a little closer without you sensing it. He notices your side eye and realizes it’s now or never, and tries to tackle you to see your board.

You shriek, attempting to hide your board from him by sliding down the sofa, to no avail. Your reaction was too slow and he was already on your side of the couch. You were giggling helplessly at this point, unable to contain your joy. Opening your eyes that you didn’t notice you closed, you’re met with a large smile, your teammate proud of himself.

“Get off of me Raikkonen!” You exclaim, using his last name for emphasis. You try to shove him off but he stays solid slightly on top of you, still pretending to try and take a peek of your board. You knew he didn’t give a damn about those answers anymore.

“Say please,” he mutters, still smirking. You truly didn’t know what had gotten into him.

“Please get off of me, you bastard.”

In truth Kimi didn’t want to, he enjoyed seeing your face scrunch up under him with a laugh. He had forgotten about the cameras a long time ago– they weren’t important to him. He just liked seeing you smile. Still, he knew the faster they finished this challenge the faster he could get some alone time with you.

He finally concedes and moves back to his spot on the couch, fixing his hair and going back to writing his answer as if nothing happened. You sit up straight, fix your shirt, and do the same. The crew looked confused, feeling like they saw something that they shouldn’t have. You didn’t care, though. If anyone asked you would just say what you always did, that physical touch was your love language with friends. It wasn’t necessarily a lie, except for the fact that Kimi wasn’t just a friend.

The interviewer clears her throat before speaking up again, “Okay– uh– answers?”

“Prost, of course.” You answer with a smile. You loved studying the history of Formula One. Even though you couldn’t see, Kimi gave you the softest look he has in a while. He loved how you genuinely lit up whenever something you liked came up.

“And you, Kimi?” The interviewer asks, making the man snap out of his moment of adoration.

Kimi flips his board, a Lewis Hamilton written on it. The interviewer shakes her head but continues, “I’m sure that’s a gag answer b—”

“Is it?” Kimi butts in.

“I’m sorry?”

“Is it a gag answer?”

You shove Kimi softly on his side, “Don’t mess with her like that!”

He chuckles, before raising his hands in defeat. “Whatever you say.”

The rest of the game moves pretty quick, save for a quick argument between you and Kimi on what Sebastian’s favorite track was. As you both leave the set, you give Kimi a sneaky grin. “Bold move earlier.”

“Hmm?”

“Doing all that tackling in front of the camera. I thought you were the one who said we should be discreet. You definitely gave Ferrari a lot of bonus content. I’m sure they’ll cut it out though.”

“Ehh,” Kimi shrugs, not replying for a good while as you both walk out the Ferrari building and out into the night streets. You knew he was trying to find the right words, trying to figure out how to articulate his thoughts. It was part of the reason why he didn’t like talking so much.

Once outside he wraps his arms around you, a sign that he was finally back in the present and ready to talk. “I just wanted people to know, you know?”

“Know what? That you have a quarterback tackle?”

He chuckles at the recent memory before replying, “No, that I love you.”

You blush, hoping Kimi didn’t see it. He did. You carry on your conversation, “And how exactly did you plan to convey that message when they don’t even know we’re in a relationship?”

“Hey, Sebastian knows.” He argues.

“Seb hardly counts, he practically forced his way into figuring it out.”

Kimi shakes his head, his arms still around you. “And he walked into a room at the wrong time.”

His comment makes you laugh, a soft smile on your face as you turn to face him. “I love you, you know that?”

“Mhm. Love you too. Even if I don’t say it much.”

Your grin grows even larger, leaning up to kiss him. “You don’t have to say, I know.” He kissed you back, and he could feel your smile as he did. He thinks it’s crazy that he’s hidden such a blessing from the world. How you ever loved someone like him, he didn’t know, but he wouldn’t change it for the world.

Pulling away, he gives you a smile that only you get to see. The softest in the world, looking at you as if you were the world. He breaks eye contact to hold your hand, headed towards the chinese restaurant down the road. “Okay, now dumplings.”

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Valentine’s Day, A Flying Graysons One-Shot

The following is a sort of one shot that’s just decided to come up to me on this lovely Valentine’s Day which seems appropriate enough. I don’t feel there’s really much a plot present, this is just some family based fluff for funsies sake.

It’s dedicated to my good friends @confusedhummingbird @spider-jaysart @lightdusk96 @camo-wolf @theredheaded-stuff @sbd-laytall @starlightbelle @adalineozie @discowingneckline @celaenaeiln @sillymanwithocs @mothnem and many more.

If you can leave a like, but especially reblogs and replies to this one, it’ll be greatly appreciated. I will address any to all constructive criticism and comments.

With that out of the way, on with the show….

Two pairs of feet, one clad in slippers and the other small one without anything on, very lightly padded on the carpeting of the trailer right outside the main master bedroom. Within said bedroom, was lying the third member of their troop, their little performing, their small family; she was peacefully snoring underneath the blankets draped over her, her two feet, bare with the red nail polished toes pointing upwards, mostly perfectly still, and most peculiarly a cardboard ID tag like one can find in the most morbid of places hanging off her right big toe, poking out of one end while her dark red unbraided hair was uncovered at the other. The two figures outside the room, a father and his 9 year old son, are quite prepared for such a day like this. It’s not every single day when people close to each other, like their small little family, can give each other heart shaped gifts or any other sort with that message that carries within them. The message being of “You are a person that’s always there for my heart and I cherishe you in the unique way we do”.

With Dick Grayson’s hands carefully holding the wooden dinner tray, packed with a plate covered up by the microwave bowl and besides it some utensils, napkins underneath them, and a plastic glass filled to the top with orange juice, he can jump in excitement internally as doing so for reals can risk accidentally spill that carefully prepared breakfast his father John and him have spent the better part of this earlier morning making. John though can see the excitement in his son’s bright blue eyes, the eyes of his mother, which cannot help but make him sport a gentle smile on his face as he tends lightly ruffles his son’s jet black hair, his own, to calm him a bit.

As John carefully peaks inside the bedroom with his sleeping wife, he realizes it’s time to finally carry out this little ritual he had been planning since earlier in the week. The peaceful sight of his beloved Mary ‘dead’ asleep must unfortunately come an end sooner or later. That breakfast isn’t gonna stay warm forever and she can sleep in maybe later afterwards, given it was a day off for everybody at the Circus. As such, with a tiny gesture for Dick to keep quiet until John gives him the all clear, he steps into the bedroom by himself, gently as to not wake Mary up that rudely, at least not with such loud noise.

After making soft footfalls on his slippers to the bed itself, John briefly explores a particular question; how should he wake Mary up? He can try lightly shaking her shoulder, though he can recall the many times he tried, she’d simply roll onto her side and still sleep. Stroking a free hand on her hair is another certain option though not without its own drawback of potentially Mary just further pulling up her blanket to further cover herself and resume her deep sleep. Then there’s the tried and true method of opening the blinds to their bedroom.

No, no. That’ll be rude as John can muse as both Dick and him have went through on some nights. Now that one is off of the table. Which leaves really only one option. An option, John would usually save for more very special occasions including anniversaries and Mary’s birthday. But since given everything that Dick and him had prepared for this very day, might as well go for it, which he does slowly making his way to Mary’s two bare feet poking out of the blankets with that tag around her toe.

As for explaining the mere presence of a tag meant for the recently deceased which can be found in the medical examiner’s offices and mortuaries worldwide being found here in this mere simple trailer bedroom, Mary having her father’s side of her family a majority of cousins, uncles and aunties being a friendly macabre collection of medical examiner, morticians and even the occasional grave digger would do wonders for her own sense of humor. After all, what better proof of someone being ‘Dead Asleep’ than the tags often associated with the most sincerely dead. The fact Mary writes down so many details on her tag from her date of birth, location and ‘cause’ being ‘Tending to a Son Motherly-Induced Exhaustion’ makes John chuckle very lightly underneath his breath. After all, she calls out in her motherly ways Dick and his antics, risks and quirkiness in public yet here she is with a Medical Examiner’s ID tag which came from her modest collection of tags from macabre souvenir shops across the world in a dead sleep. But John ain’t got no time for such playful calling out his beloved’s hypocrisy, he’s got to instead playfully wake her up from her breakfast.

As such, with firm yet gentle grip on the tag in his hand, John very lightly moves it not off her toe but back and forth, making the string on Mary’s toe brush up on the stem and space between it and the index toe. Soon enough, John hears the exact reaction he was hoping for as Mary began to giggle from that light brushing of the string, rather loudly. At least now John has a confirmation for his hypothesis on where Dick got such a sensitivity in his feet from. After slightly going faster and continuing for another five minutes, Mary sits upright, the blanket falling off her beautiful face and laughing up a bit. His work done, John lets the tag go, still attached to the toe while Mary catches her breath.

Once she’s finally relaxed and to her almost immediately surprise, John delivers a loving kiss to her lips, which Mary responds by fully committing to it. The two look into each other’s eyes right after finishing said kiss. Somethings like age and experience changed between them over the years but that one spark, a spark of trust, a spark of respect, a spark of love was present in their eyes and they two cannot help but admire so much, as had the years before.

Finally after a minute, Mary breaks the silence between them “I’ll admit, John, that was probably the best way to wake up to today” she says with an all too bright and gentle smile that can melt the heart of any cold roustabout. John’s heart melted almost instantly with delivering another kiss this time to his wife’s cheek.

“At least that’s something we can agree on”, John agrees with a sort of proudness and joy in his voice. It was then Mary spots a certain brush of black hair hiding behind their bedroom door. The owner of that hair giggles in excitement, his time had come.

With that, Dick lightly kicks the door open, doing a small sideways flip on both sides and finally some backwards walking before finally arriving at the bed next to his parents, tray of food perfectly intact. Such a gesture earns a hearty laugh from John align with a hair ruffle and from Mary a big side hug.

“Hey, gotta bring some flare and style into getting you from breakfast, Mom” Dick says as he puts the tray down on Mary’s laps with an absolute confident and probably to an extent a show off ish tone to him. But at least he has some right in being a show off. Finally though, that tray on her and the microwave anti-splatter bowl covering her meal, Mary takes her chance to lift said bowl off.

Even though it seems way too early for it, Mary cannot help but get slightly watery in her eyes for what was in the plate; a stack of three blueberry hotcakes, covered with maple syrup and blue cake frosting, said frosting spelling out ‘Happy Valentine’s Day! From John and Dick’ then to the sides of them, a clump of appetizing potato hashbrowns and finally a modest serving of Vanilla Greek Yogurt. Clearly, their little early waking up this beautiful morning had proved being what exactly she can enjoy. It’s a surprise sure but a pleasant one.

A sentiment she shares as while careful not to spill her food, Mary reaches over to give her two boys the biggest hug and kisses to them imaginable. A big hug the two in turn give back to her without any words needed. John and Dick look at each other with bright smiles and big wink of their eyes.

Mission accomplished. Now, time to actually eat the food since for the kitchen itself…..let’s just say they both know what Mary would have them being cleaning up for most of their day off.

[aylacavebear]

She Thought She was Normal

Story Summary: Maria really thought she was normal, for most of her life. It was normal for people to have natural talent, she would tell herself the older she got. Many things came easy for her, and that was probably how their rivalry began when she was five and he was seven and she met the Winchesters. Little did either of them know that it wouldn't stay like that forever, both having a far larger destiny than they could imagine

Word Count: 5089

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will eventually be 18+!

Warnings: Sensory Processing Sensitivity (SPS), Angst, Fluff (some), insinuating sex, Alcohol

----------------------------------------- Chapter 22 - Let the Whiskey Flow

Jess and Sam had ducked out early that night, around 7. John and Bobby had hit the sack not even a half hour after they’d finished dinner. Maria and Dean were left alone in the library, a bottle of whiskey on the table between them, each having a glass.

“You don’t have to drink,” Dean sighed, seeing her pour herself a second drink even though he’d already had three.

“I know, I want to,” she replied, smiling a little.

He raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out what she was thinking without asking her, “I notice you tend to stay away from whiskey though. So, what makes tonight different?”

She shrugged a little, “Jess made a valid point. Why, you don’t want to drink with me or do you think I can out-drink you?” she asked, a mix between playful and teasing.

Dean smirked, “Sweetheart, pretty sure you can’t out-drink me. No, that’s not a challenge either,” he quickly added, “Besides, I do like drinking with you.”

The drinks the two were having contained at least two shots per drink. It took more than she thought it would to even get her buzzed and part of her wondered if it had to do with her powers now completely unlocked. When Dean went to pour the next set of drinks he chuckled a little.

“I was serious, about it not being a challenge,” he told her when he came back with a full bottle.

“I know. I only wanted a light buzz,” she replied, pouting slighting.

He laughed a bit as he poured them another round, “Why, so you aren’t so nervous around me?” he asked.

He figured with as much as they’d already drunk, it was an okay time to start being more playful with her. She didn’t freeze up this time, “Maybe. It’s called liquid courage, isn’t it?” she asked, raising an eyebrow, being playful back.

“I like it when you loosen up,” he chuckled, looking over at her. 

“Oh yeah, how come?” she asked, feeling a bit of a buzz at this point, even if it was light.

“You’re playful and you don’t overthink everything,” he told her, honestly.

“I don’t overthink everything,” she argued, although she chuckled a little.

Dean laughed, one of those belly laughs where his head went back and he had to catch his breath afterward, “Yeah, sure ya don’t. Just like you don’t freeze up whenever I get close to you,” he argued back, still chuckling a little. 

He was thankful she got playful and not argumentative. It was definitely an improvement and he also thanked the whiskey. Had the two been sober, he never would have said what he did. Dean noticed how she was still smiling and was relaxed as she sipped her whiskey, thinking. He’d know that look anywhere, even if she was smirking a little.

She kicked his foot, playfully under the table, “It’s not my fault you decided I was your rival all those years ago, all because of a stupid rock,” she said with enough sass to make him laugh a little.

“Alright, that one’s on me. Care to keep the gloves up though. No more low blows,” he told her, a playful glare in his eyes.

“So, it’s okay to point out my crap but not okay to point out yours?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Dean sighed, but then chuckled, “Well, if we’re gonna get it all out, how about another?” he suggested, filling their glasses.

Something about the way he’d said that made her smile fade and that guilt came back, “Dean… I don’t wanna fight with you anymore,” there was a softness to her tone, and a hidden sadness that he could hear. She took another sip of her whiskey, hoping there was courage somewhere in the glass, “I like it when you aren’t being a jerk.”

He sighed as his smile faded. For a moment though, he just watched her, hating it when she looked so sad. Then, he figured he might as well tell her, “It was easier to push you away and be a jerk than to admit that I like you.”

She tilted her head a bit as she looked into those green eyes of his, searching his expression for more than what he’d said, “How long?” she asked, more curious than anything.

Dean smirked again and shook his head a little before he met her gaze, “I told you, you had me at apple pie.”

Maria furrowed her brow and glared a bit at him, slightly annoyed, “That really doesn’t help,” she replied, then downed her drink.

He refilled her glass, “You’ll figure it out. I have faith in you,” he chuckled, “You’re smart like that.”

She rolled her eyes, “I think you’re enjoying watching me suffer far too much,” she retorted, but there was a hint of playfulness there.

Whether she realized it or not, she’d set herself and he wasn’t about to not take the opportunity to tease her, “I’d rather watch you squirm,” he smirked.

Maria felt a blush she was sure went to her toes. She knew exactly what he was insinuating and those feelings came back. The whiskey though, had helped so that they weren’t nearly as intense as the other times. She also felt a warmth move through her body from her core. Normally she would have blamed it on the whiskey but she knew it wasn’t because of that this time. She felt more of an excitement, an anticipation, and a yearning to be closer to him. The butterflies fluttered in her stomach, along with her heart, even if it did feel like she couldn’t take a deep breath.

“You’re cute when you’re blushing and speechless, Sweetheart,” he told her, more flirtatious than he had been all night.

“That’s not helping,” she told him, feeling the blush deepen on her cheeks with his words.

“It helped the blush,” he winked, watching it go a shade darker with his words, “What happened to all those smart-mouthed come-backs you were always so good with?” he teased.

She kicked his foot under the table again, glaring playfully at him, “Guess I’m not used to you flirting with me yet. Although, if I want to watch you get flustered, I just have to walk around in my pajamas,” she replied, sounding not only confident, but playful, cocky, and he could have swore there was a hint of flirt in there.

“All I gotta do is think about where your tattoo is,” he replied, leaning forward a little, his arms resting on the table now, that damned smirk on his lips again.

Instead of getting flustered, she smirked, “It’s like window shopping. You can look all you want, you just can’t touch,” she replied, the tease visible in her eyes.

Dean had to take a deep breath on that one and licked his lips before he took a sip of his whiskey. He loved that mouth on her and now wanted to do nothing more than kiss those damned lips of hers, “Well, I saw yours, only fair you get to see mine,” his tone was not only charming but also seductive.

She watched him, still smirking a little, as he stood and removed his shirt. Maria had to take a deep breath. One thing she’d never seen was him without a shirt. Her lips parted and she quickly closed them, as she took in the sight of him. He was muscular but not like a bodybuilder. He still looked soft but cut. Her eyes wandered over his arms, his chest, and stomach, and then back up again to where his tattoo was, just above his heart. She’d never looked at him in any sort of interested way, not until now. He was more attractive than she thought he’d be. He was sitting down and sipping his whiskey again, but she was still admiring the way his muscles moved while he was doing those little things.

“If that’s all I need to do to shut you up, I might walk around without a shirt all the time,” he teased her, playfully.

His words quickly pulled her from her thoughts and she looked down at the table where her whiskey was, taking a drink of it, then biting her lip somewhat nervously, “Sorry… for staring…” she told him shyly.

Dean leaned back in his chair and put his feet back up on the table, finding her utterly adorable and amusing, “From now on, every time you apologize to me, I’m going to kiss you, since you said you’d stop, as per my request,” he told her, slightly seductively, wanting to push the bar a little.

Her eyes went wide and she opened her mouth to say something but the shock of it kept words from coming out. She closed her mouth and sighed through her nose, “That’s so not fair,” she grumbled.

“Then stop apologizing for things you don’t need to apologize for,” he stated, somewhat plainly, but seriously.

She grumbled a little and finished her drink, which he then refilled, “Thanks,” she mumbled, barely glancing at him while she contemplated her predicament now. She was also trying not to look over at him, as he was more distracting now than before when he was wearing a shirt.

“Anytime, Sweetheart,” he smirked, watching the gears turn as she thought.

There was a small silence between them for a bit as they each sipped their drinks. Maria was deep in thought, as was Dean, although his were of a different nature. He didn’t want to get ahead of himself or push her into anything she didn’t want to do, no matter what she did to him with just those eyes of hers. Maria finished her drink and poured herself another, downing it immediately. She’d made up her mind and she needed a little more liquid courage. Dean watched her, somewhat puzzled as she did that, then stood, albeit a little wobbly, then walked around the table. Maria half sat, half leaning on the table next to where he was sitting, using her palms on the table by her sides to keep her balanced.

She looked down at him, a small, playful smirk on her lips, “Well, I know I’m gonna slip up and end up apologizing for something. So, might as well know what I’m in for,” she told him, bolder than she felt.

He was still slightly confused until she leaned down and kissed him. It was just a simple kiss on the lips and it only lasted a few moments before she pulled away, but he couldn’t help the smile. Resisting the urge to pull her back down for a much deeper kiss took everything in him. For her, it was like electricity was buzzing through her body and she knew it wasn’t the whiskey. At that moment, she hated the fact that she was completely inexperienced.

Once Dean regained his composure from the surprise, “Well that was unexpected. I think I like it when you drink whiskey,” he told her, happily.

“Don’t get used to it,” she replied, glaring at him playfully.

He decided he was finally going to ask, “So, what’s up with that? You not drinking whiskey?”

She took a deep breath and looked at the floor, “It might bring down the mood,” she sighed.

Dean could see it was more of a serious yet sore subject but he wanted to know, “I’m sure we’ll find a way to bring it back up. I want to know, if you’re okay with sharing,” he replied softly.

Maria glanced over at him and shrugged before she looked back down at the floor, “Alright, if you’re sure,” she began, drunk enough now to let it just flow, “After my dad was killed, and I took off, I found peace at the bottom of whiskey bottles. Yes, plural, and it didn’t take long,” she paused, looking across the room, “The beginning of the year I ran into Sam and Jess at the local bar and they asked me to stay with them,” she chuckled a little, thinking back.

He tilted his head as he sat back in his seat, sipping his whiskey and listening. He could tell she was definitely buzzed but wasn’t sure quite how drunk she was. Dean could see how her eyes got that far-off look when she spoke and it made him smile a little.

“Sam only let me drink like I normally did for like a week before he put an end to it. It was a rough several months of detoxing. The two of them were great though, always being there for me through it all,” she continued, then looked over at him, a small smirk, “It got bad a couple times, but they kept me on the straight and narrow. I’ve only had a few shots since then, not including tonight.”

Dean was beyond impressed and proud of her and what she’d managed to overcome. He knew something like that wasn’t easy. Alcohol went with being a hunter, as all of them drank some amount, some having higher tolerances than others. 

He smiled softly up at her as he set his hand on her thigh, squeezing it gently, “I’m glad you had someone, to help you through that.”

She felt her body stiffen slightly with his touch but at the same time, it was also like electricity buzzed through her nerves again, along with the warmth that radiated from her core. She knew it wasn’t the whiskey. Maria decided she was definitely going to be looking more into this whole crush thing in the following days. Then, she remembered something Zamariel had told her, she’d turned off one of her powers, feeling the emotions of others. She bit her lip, thinking.

Dean looked at her, slightly puzzled, “What’s on your mind?” he asked her, his hand still on her thigh. He could feel her slight tensness, but she hadn’t pulled away either.

“Umm… it’s gonna sound weird,” she replied, still thinking. She thought about just turning it back on and feeling what he was until she realized she’d probably feel guilty for being invasive and would end up apologizing, “I turned off one of my powers, when I was ten.”

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued, “Oh? What was it?” he asked, getting more curious.

“Well, uh, being able to feel someone else’s emotions,” she replied, a mix of nervousness and shyness, “And, I was uh, wondering if you wouldn’t mind, if I uh, felt yours.”

That was something new for Dean. He found it interesting and strange all at the same time and almost didn’t know how to respond. Emotions were one thing Dean kept to himself but he had been more open with her than he’d been with anyone in his life so was at least considering it, “You sure you want to go poking around at those?” he asked her.

She glanced over at him, “You’re the reason I turned them off when I was ten. I felt how angry you were one day. I’ll be okay,” she replied.

Dean downed his drink and poured himself another, leaning forward in his chair now, his hand no longer on her thigh, and sighed, “It’s just emotions, right? No memories or anything?” he asked, wanting to make sure.

“Mmmhm, just emotions,” she answered, feeling the anticipation grow a bit.

He took a deep breath, and a drink, “Alright, just don’t, freak out at what you feel.”

Maria could tell that he seemed almost as nervous as her about this but she wanted to know what the whole crush thing felt like for him. He seemed to be enjoying it and didn’t seem uncomfortable with the physical feelings that came with the emotions. She just wanted to understand it better and he was the best person to find out from. It didn’t take much, to turn it back on. Then, she turned her body so that she was sitting on the table with just one leg hanging over the edge, the other folded at her knee. She set her hand on his shoulder and took a deep breath, letting herself feel what he was. 

Her eyes widened as a wave of emotions rolled over her, his emotions. She then closed her eyes and took slow, deep breaths. She hadn’t practiced this one but used the same principle she used when she moved things. There were so many emotions and at first, they were all jumbled up together; nervousness, anxiety, hope, concern, fear, compassion, anticipation, caring, longing, and passion. It took her a few moments but she was able to sort through them, deliberately following the trail that was only related to how he felt toward her. A small smile came across her lips to feel those things from his perspective. It wasn’t uncomfortable or unwanted for him. He liked how she made him feel and it made her heart flutter.

“You go down some rabbit hole?” he asked, a bit playfully as he watched her.

She smiled a little more, trying not to chuckle, “Sorry. I haven’t used this one before,” she replied, looking down into his green eyes, and got hit with another wave of his emotions. He had an overwhelming feeling of wanting to be closer to her, and she had to take her hand off of his shoulder, severing the connection.

If only she knew how incredibly kissable she looked in that moment, he thought to himself, having to look away and take a deep breath. Even though she’d apologized, again, he was going to wait, as he had an idea, “And?” he asked, then took a sip of his whiskey.

Maria looked down at the floor, “I want to feel things, like you do,” she told him softly.

He looked sidelong at her, slightly surprised at her response, “How do you mean?” 

She sighed quietly, “You like it, those feelings you get around me… You even want more of it. I don’t know how to feel like that.”

Dean smirked, “I have a thought on that, if you’d like to hear it,” he told her, doing his best not to smile too much.

Maria looked over at him, “What’s your idea?” she asked. She noticed his look, but her curiosity was more than her nervousness.

“Turn that feeling power thing back on, and let me kiss you,” he suggested, feeling his heart beat a little quicker at the thought of kissing her this time.

She felt her heart pounding and it felt as though it was hard to breathe. Then she took a slow, deep, shaky breath, and nodded her head, setting her hand on his shoulder, allowing the connection. Dean bit his bottom lip before he stood up, moving so that he was in front of her. Her eyes never stopped watching him, searching his expression and movements. She let the wave of his emotions wash over her as he reached out and caressed her cheek. There was a comfort in his touch and she leaned into his hand, closing her eyes. The feeling was intense, this time, in a good way. When she felt his lips on hers though, her eyes shot open for a moment in shock. She fought her own fear to pull away, focusing on his emotions again, then closed her eyes, and kissed him back.

Dean had to keep reminding himself to go slow with her as he kissed her, simply, gently, cupping her face in his hands. They both took deep breaths and their bodies got a little closer. She reached out and put her arms around him, letting his emotions encompass her like a soft blanket, keeping her fears at bay. After a few moments, Dean took a chance, teasing her lips with his tongue, and she parted her lips slightly. He wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity but he did go slow, teasing her tongue with his. She smiled a little, and caught on quickly, letting him deepen the kiss between them.

He reached down and adjusted her hips so that he was standing between her legs, then he pulled her as close as he could, kissing her deeply. There were plenty of thoughts going through his mind, like laying her back on the table, picking her up and carrying her to his room, or holding her against a wall. He just held onto her hips though, not wanting to rush her, no matter how badly he wanted her.

Her body was responding in ways she’d never felt before but being able to feel his emotions, it wasn’t scary or uncomfortable, it was welcomed. She relaxed against him, allowing her hands on his back to hold him close as their tongues danced. Her breathing had quickened and her body warmed. 

It was another minute at least before Dean pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily, as he leaned his forehead against hers. She wasn’t breathing as heavily as he was, but hers was still quicker than normal. He wasn’t sure what to say, having a hard time getting past his thoughts of wanting to show her just how much he liked her. Dean was an action kind of person and he wanted to love her, every inch of her.

“I’m looking forward to when I can feel that, without the fear,” she told him, softly, taking slow, deep breaths to calm her breathing down.

“I’ll never hurt you, or at least do my damnest not to,” he told her as he looked into her eyes.

She took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. Maria understood now how he felt since she was still connected to his emotions, and those words carried more than they said, which made her smile a little. She reached up with one hand and caressed his cheek, “Then I’m choosing to trust you,” she told him softly as her heart rate picked up a little.

Dean smiled like the happiest person on the planet when she said that and kissed her again, making her giggle, pulling away after another minute, “Then, go out with me,” he told her, still smiling, but searching her expression for some sort of doubt.

Maria chuckled, “You really are adorable sometimes,” she told him, smiling, knowing what he was asking just with how his emotions felt to her, “Yes, I’ll go out with you.”

That smile never left his lips and his eyes sparkled. He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her into a hug, then pulled her off the table and swung her around, causing her to squeal and laugh, music to his ears. After a couple of spins, he set her back on her feet and looked down at her, their bodies pressing against each other.

“I’ll still take this as slow as you need to,” he told her.

“I appreciate that,” she replied, smiling.

Maria took a deep breath, then severed the connection with his emotions, wanting to feel her own. She truly wanted to feel what he felt, it was almost beautiful. Her body did tense, but this time, only a little. He did notice but didn’t let go of her, as she hadn’t let go of him.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, “I’ve got you,” he told her softly.

She leaned against him and took a deep breath, wanting to relax so badly. Maria thought back to how she had felt, watching Jess and Sam together, then let those emotions move through her. Dean’s arms around her seemed to bring calm to that feeling of yearning and loneliness, which made her smile a little. She also felt her body relax, as did Dean. He rubbed her back gently, then just held her.

The two sat back down, now next to each other, their chairs turned so they were facing each other. Dean filled their glasses and handed her hers. They both needed another drink to calm their nerves and their bodies. She had already planned on researching things the following day, on relationships and all that entailed. Maria knew the basics, having spent around eight months or so with Jess and Sam. She just didn’t understand the deeper stuff, and she wanted to.

They stayed close to each other, their knees touching, his hand on her leg just above her knee with her hand over his. She felt the slight tenseness in her body but didn’t let it pull her away. She’d made her choice and she was going to follow through with it. There was finally a lightness to their conversation as they sipped their drink and talked about deeper things, personal things. When her drink was gone, Dean went to refill it, but she covered the top with her hand.

“I’m good,” she smiled softly. The whiskey had done what she’d needed it to.

“Want me to let you get some sleep then?” he asked, even though he wanted to hold her again.

She bit her bottom lip as she looked into his eyes, “I was hoping you might stay with me again,” she told him, a bit shyly.

Maria watched his eyes light up, “I’d like that, a lot,” he told her, barely able to keep his excitement in check.

She felt that tense feeling in her chest again, but this time it felt a little different, more of an anticipation than a fear, and smiled, “Thanks.”

The softness in her tone made his heart flutter again. He took her hand and the two walked to her room, “Want me to wait outside, so you can get comfy?” he asked, even if that wasn’t what he wanted.

She giggled a little, “I’d appreciate that,” she replied, stepping into her room and closing the door behind her.

For a moment she leaned against her door, taking several deep breaths before finally digging out her favorite pajamas and changing, the same ones Dean had seen her in at the shooting range. Maria opened her door, standing partially behind it, looking up at him. He was again taken aback by her beauty and how hot she looked in those damned pajamas. Dean licked his lips before stepping inside, wondering how he was going to keep his hands to himself, let alone sleep next to her. He slipped his shoes off but decided to sleep in his jeans, then closed the door behind him.

She smiled a little as she took his hand and led him over to her bed, his heart felt as though it was going to pound out of his chest but he couldn’t stop smiling. This time, she moved the covers and climbed into bed, and he noticed just how little those shorts covered when she moved right, making him smirk. He took a deep breath as he climbed into bed and lay next to her. She was on her back with her hands on her stomach, which was only partially covered by the tank top she’d put on. He propped himself on his elbow for a moment and looked down at her, smiling softly, then softly slid a few stray strands of hair behind her ear.

“I wish you could see you the way I do,” he told her softly.

That made her blush a bit, “You gonna stare at me all night or you wanna get the light?” she asked him, playfully.

He chuckled, twisting behind him to click off her light before he looked back down at her. Even in the dark, he could make out her features, “Might do both,” he teased her playfully, but softly.

She gave him a playful eye-roll when she felt his hand over both of hers, causing her to take a deep breath, “Don’t be creepy,” she teased back.

Dean laughed a little before he got comfortable on his side, then pulled her so that she was facing him, keeping his hand on her half-exposed hip, “Creepy would be standing next to your bed and watching you while you slept. Having you in my arms and watching you, not creepy,” he told her, smiling a little.

Maria thought about that for a moment, “Okay, that’s fair.” 

She moved her hands up so that they were near her face, and then gingerly reached out and put one on his bare chest, biting her lip nervously. She felt his chest heave with a heavy breath and how his heart rate increased under her touch. Dean had to close his eyes and bite his lip to keep the groan from escaping his lips from her soft touch. He had no idea how he was going to sleep at this point but wasn’t going to push her either. So for now, he just kissed her forehead.

“I said I’d do this at your pace, just…,” he coughed, clearing his throat, “... don’t go exploring too much or I’ll have to sleep in my own bed,” he told her as seriously as he could manage.

Her face scrunched up in slight confusion as she looked up at him, “What’s wrong?” she asked, wishing she understood more on this particular topic.

Dean chuckled, deciding to be blunt, “You’re turning me on, Sweetheart,” he told her.

She felt as though she blushed to her toes and almost apologized, opening her mouth and then closing it quickly, remembering what he’d said he do. She also knew that now would have probably been the worst time for him to kiss her, only making things harder on him, no pun intended. Maria was now determined more than ever to do research the following day.

“I’d understand, if you wanted to sleep in your own bed,” she finally replied, quietly.

“I won’t need to, as long as you don’t let your hands go roaming,” he told her, smirking at the thought.

Dean pulled her a little closer, keeping his hand on her hip, rubbing soft circles on her exposed skin. She couldn’t deny what her body was feeling, she just wasn’t ready to go down that rabbit hole at the moment. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, getting her body to relax. The alcohol was still working through her system and it was helping. Dean managed to calm himself down, focusing only on her finally relaxing under his touch and being as near to him as she was. He considered that a win, even if alcohol was involved. Sleep found her first, and a half hour later, it found Dean.

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Idiots

(Platonic! Tsu'tey x Avatar! Reader) (Platonic! Jake x Avatar! Reader)

From the moment they woke up in home tree, they fucked up and nearly died, which is weirdly not an overdramatization at all. What more when Tsu'tey has them ride a direhorse with no practice?

(3.2k) Part 4

"Jarhead clan?"

Grace stood with her hands on her hips, eyeing the two who were fresh out of the link pods.

"It worked."

Norm quickly attended to them, whose body had apparently also been bleeding while their avatar did.

"Be grateful it did, Marine. What about them?"

"They didn't say anything about a clan, but I guess the Na'vi assumed we were warriors together."

"You ok kid?"

They glanced over as Norm shoved more cotton up their nose aggressively, making their voice sound weird. "I'm fine, just the usual."

"Yeah, their avatar's more banged up, you should see it." Jake laughed, recalling their look of 'freshly powdered baby' when covered in the healing paste.

They glared at him lightly. "Thanks for throwing me under the bus dipshit."

"Oh, I-" Jake tried to correct himself.

Grace took over, stepping in front of them and raising a brow. Asking a silent question.

"Well, I woke up in a tree-" They began to explain. "Had some minor bruises. Don't remember how I got there at all. But then I fell off a tree kind of-"

"You rolled off the tree?" Norm interrupted them.

"It was a different tree, and I jumped."

"You jumped?" He looked incredulous, stopping momentarily in his aggresive camapaign for cotton to start a society in their nostrils.

"I think this is very counterproductive, this whole, repeating my words back at me."

Norm went to retaliate again but Grace stopped him. "You jumped, why?"

"I was trying to stay in the trees so that I wouldn't unlock some biology stuff by accident on the ground and bleed out. Plus there were animals there and like, hell no. I tried to jump from one tree to another and fell."

"And after that? How did the Omaticaya approach you?"

Norm made them drink some pills, making the conversation halt. Afterwards, they continued. When it got to the part of them walking into the arrow, Jake whooped.

He pat their shoulder. "Badass move, love it."

"Reckless move." Grace countered. "You do know they dip their arrows in a neurotoxin? How is the avatar still alive?"

"There wasn't any neurotoxin on the arrow."

"And how would you know?"

"Because otherwise, I'd be dead. There wasn't any." They felt the need to explain further. "Maybe Tsu'tey ran out of them or something, I don't know Grace."

She made a motion telling them to go on with the story. The others awed when they got to the part with the atokirina, though Jake just looked confused.

When they finished their story, Jake told his. The palulukan had gone after him, which had them furrow their brows, thinking of how it felt like it went after them instead.

Atokirina came to him too, and he didn't understand what they were either.

"Alright off to dinner, then to sleep you two." Grace ushered them out of the lab. "Got a big day tomorrow."

•°••°••°••°•

The next day, Grace woke them up with a gentle shove and a warm bowl of soup. "So, Tsu'tey's gonna teach you, huh?"

"You know him?"

"I taught him at the school. Before-" she took a sharp breath. "Before things happened."

They ate the soup quietly, unsure of how to reply.

Grace gave them a smile and left, throwing out a "village life starts early, better get to the pod slowpoke," before she disappeared.

Outside, the eclipse hadn't let up yet. Thinking that Grace would have woken her up with plenty of time, they took a few moments to breathe and get their thoughts in order.

They would be learning the ways of the Omaticaya. Taught by a warrior who most definitely despised them. They already knew the language at least, just needing to deal with the nosebleeds that would come with speaking or hearing it. And the sluggishness that always came with using the knowledge stuffed in their head via dangerous experiments.

Their... infliction, as the scientists called it, had at least some semblance of order. Recorded on a file, always displayed by at least one screen in the lab.

Light subjects were easy skills mostly, like origami or proper swimming form. These would make them bleed for a few minutes at most.

Medium subjects included some sciences like botany, and biology, with some math and battle strategy mixed in which would warrant a ten minute bleed.

Heavy subjects like languages, abstract algebra, and the more complex sciences left them bleeding for more than fifteen minutes, sometimes reaching half an hour.

Those were by far not the only subjects that triggered a bleed, but the scientists did their best to add in the newly discovered ones. That is to say, if they said something and their nose started bleeding, it would be added to the list according to category.

Said record of their infliction meant that as they slipped into the pod, Norm handed them something.

"What is this?"

Norm flushed red. "It's a- it's a lady... thing."

They raised a brow, twirling the plastic pod in their fingers. They had never seen one before.

"Just- put it up your nose."

"Up my nose? But, it's plastic. What is it?"

"It's-"

"Give me that before you hurt yourself." Grace snatched the plastic from them. "A tampon? Seriously, Norm?"

"They have to be in the pod all day and when their nose bleeds-"

"Yeah, yeah, I got it. Go wake Jake up."

"You're gonna put that up my nose?" They eyed the plastic warily.

"Unless you want to choke on your own blood and die."

They let Grace put the tampon up their nose. She smiled at them again before the pod closed.

They woke up back at hometree.

Itchy. Everything felt itchy. That being the first thing they thought as they tried climbing out of the hammock, failing horribly.

The day's first rays of sun still yet to reach the trees. They had to get out of the hammock.

Scratching at their skin, they sighed. "What in the fuck." They tried getting out again, succeeding only in faceplanting onto the hammock. Looking around, they realized a lot of people were still asleep and their volume would no doubt wake a few.

"Oh shit," they whispered, waiting a few seconds to see if they woke anyone up. No one moved.

They tried to get up again. This time their hand got caught in the net and they fell again, the force turning the net upside-down, with them still on it.

They resisted the urge to let out a scream, which took a great deal of self-control.

Especially as they were hanging upside-down and hugging the net like a lifeline. It was.

After a few moments of tense breathing their mind began to have thoughts outside of repeated expletives, calculations of the fall, and of how fucking itchy they felt. And after a few moments more, they had calmed enough to form a plan. Orange light began to creep in through the leaves. They needed to act fast.

Slowly, they began rocking the net side to side, building momentum. They felt lucky now that no one had slept beside them. Or else they would have had a rude awakening.

They swung hard to the right, finally flipping over.

More tense breathing followed as they kept hold of the now rolled-up hammock, laughing quietly. Only then did they realize there were feet on the branch in front of them.

Their brows furrowed. They looked up, still breathing heavily.

"Shit," they whispered.

Light filtered in more. Just enough to see how Tsu'tey stood there, unamused. Had he been there from the start?

"We train now." He grumbled, voice soft in consideration for the sleeping Na'vi, but definitely not for them. "Hurry." Then he walked off.

"Great. Just gotta figure out how to get off this first." They huffed. "Thanks for the helping hand. Wow, couldn't have done it without you." They added sarcastically while crawling forward.

Their tail swished around as the hammock did, making sure to keep them from tipping over again. Shuffling forward with absolutely no grace, they eventually reached the branch and clung to it.

Some people began to wake up. When they felt the first pair of eyes on them, they stood awkwardly and scratched at their neck, walking off in the general direction Tsu'tey went.

"If that is your hurry, you will get killed. Instantly."

They turned. He leaned against a branch, signature scowl on display.

"Sorry, I was busy trying not to fall to death." They wanted to add that he could have helped them, but decided against it. "Bet you'd have loved that though, one nuisance taken care of."

His ear flicked the slightest bit in annoyance. "How good is your Na'vi?"

Their brow furrowed. Had they ever said they knew Na'vi? No, they realized. Tsu'tey said that to test a hunch.

Not that it mattered, their knowledge of Na'vi would be of no use hidden.

"Good enough."

He nodded. It felt like he had something else to ask, but instead he turned. "Follow."

They passed by a few other morning people. Hunters making arrows. Crafters creating beaded tops. People gathering herbs. People tending to fires.

Each stared as they walked. Some tried not to make it obvious but others just outright stared. He couldn't blame them. They were a stranger. An anomaly. A dangerous anomaly. The Na'vi had suffered enough to know that much.

Tsu'tey did not seem to want to waste time. He power-walked the whole way down hometree, forcing them to keep up. Even as they hit the ground he didn't stop and strutted straight through the trees.

They followed, scratching at their arms as they did. In the light, they finally realized that the itch had been a result of the herbs on their scratches. They reached up to brush their fingers on their collarbone. Only dried herbs met their touch. No blood.

"Eyes open."

They walked into the forest with him, getting slapped in the face with a leaf. Tsu'tey walked a few feet in front of them, but still they felt like he had something to do with it.

Eclipse faded away, the pink hues in the sky dissolving into blue.

The forest felt just as exciting in the day.

They ran their hand between the ridges of a plant as they passed. It shrunk down with the same fun noise that had them laughing just yesterday. Strange how so much has changed since then, they thought.

Shaking their head, they followed Tsu'tey. Everything still felt itchy. The dark green paste did wonders for the small scratches that littered their body, and even for the relatively deep gash on their collarbone. But, the cells healed so quickly that they itched so much.

"Stop that," Tsu'tey grumbled. They had yet to hear him say something without grumbling.

The itch began to die down, but they continued to scratch at their arms, taking some form of pride in how his ears twitched at the sound. No doubt he still had that scowl on his face.

Just as they were about to ask where they were going, they broke through the trees. A clearing and a stream. The ground squelched under their feet which surprised them enough to stop.

When was the last time they'd felt mud? Actual mud, not city muck. It felt good to feel actual soil under their feet. They began to lightly stomp around, laughing silently.

"Weird sky person."

They frowned. He definitely said that for them to hear.

Before they could retaliate, he called out. A loud, sharp sound. Footsteps thundered in the forest.

Their ears twitched. The footsteps grew louder. Direhorses. Two emerged from the shrubbery with elegance and approached Tsu'tey.

He stroked one with a gentleness they didn't know he could have. "You need to first learn to ride if your insanity should be cured." He looked back to see if they were listening, a silent instruction to watch carefully.

In one quick motion, he made tsaheylu and jumped onto the horse. The horse kept almost perfectly still as he did so.

"Your turn."

They lifted their hands in front of them as they approached, trying to do so carefully.

A huff said that Tsu'tey did not enjoy waiting, but he didn't seem to enjoy anything.

They continued slowly, fully aware of him getting more and more impatient. When their hand brushed against the horse, it snorted. They didn't know anything about horse riding.

They froze. Fuck.

Images flooded their brain, information ranging from proper riding grip to the types of leather used in saddles centuries ago, when horses still existed.

Tsu'tey saw it. The freeze. Thinking that they were just afraid of the direhorse, he made to tell them to get over it when they unfroze.

Quick. A split-second of non-movement. And then their hand reached up to wipe at their nose. "Shit."

Without thinking, they made tsaheylu, intending to jump onto the horse after but the connection jolted them.

They took a breath. The horse took a breath. They stepped back. The horse stepped back.

Clarity. Slowly, but quicker than ever before, the thoughts subsided. And they didn't need them. Placing both hands flat on the horse's firm back. Pushing themself up. Swinging a leg over, and they were seated.

They blinked. It felt almost natural, which showed throughout the lesson.

Tsu'tey had them trot and gallop, through mud, water, and areas with plenty of roots for the horse to trip over. He looked pained every time they'd manage to get by.

They were proving him wrong. They could learn. They could do decently.

And then the horse bucked forward. Instead of falling off from the force, they somehow stayed on, shooting through the forest. Leaves hit them everywhere. Stray branches scratched at their skin.

They kept their eyes closed, trying to tell the horse to stop, to no avail. Until it did stop. So suddenly that they slipped forward, tipping to the right and falling.

At the last second something made contact with their leg. The force kept them from colliding with the ground but caused pain. A sharp jolt that coursed up their leg from the ankle.

"Ow." It took a second to get their bearings upside-down. But as soon as they spotted the second set of direhorse legs, they knew they were fucked.

"How reckless are you?" He wasn't yelling but his voice seemed to echo through the forest. He held onto the back of their ankle. Almost dangling them over the ground. "I have no time for your foolish games, take this seriously or leave."

"I am taking it seriously. We've been at this for hours and this is my first slip up." They huffed the best they could upside down, trying to get a hold of the direhorse to push themselves back up. The hold on his ankle loosened. "Don't drop me."

He dropped them.

They took a faceful of mud.

They were gonna kill him. Tsu'tey for letting go, or Jake for getting them into this? Both, preferably.

They wiped off the impromptu mud mask as best they could, sitting up on their knees and turning to glare at Tsu'tey.

"I thought you liked the mud."

Even with the pounding in their head from the fall, they could clearly see the smirk on his face. The only deviation from his scowl and it had to be caused by their pain. Of course, it had to.

An idea formed as they stood, gathering some mud in both hands. And then they shook the mud off like a wet dog, trying to aim the chaos in his general direction.

After a few good seconds, they stopped.

His expression. God, they wished they could take out a camera and snap a picture.

Flecks of mud stuck to him all over, including a particularly sizable glob on his cheek.

They had done it on a whim, and as soon as the elation had a dash of horror, as soon as the barest flicker of fury crossed his face, they mounted their horse and turned back the way they came.

This kind of thing happened often. A fleeting act of defiance that they would suffer for. On earth it had been isolation or more experimentation. They didn't want to know what price they would have to pay on Pandora.

When they reached the clearing, Neytiri looked to be helping Jake with direhorse riding as well. Only he hit the mud a lot sooner than they did.

They laughed, drawing the two's attention. "Sorry." They smiled.

"Why are you laughing, pipsqueak?" Jake smiled when he saw them. "We match!"

They got off their direhorse and walked to the stream. "I did not fall of my own accord."

"English?"

They took a second, the words moving slowly as if ther mind were filled with jelly. They shook their head. The haze cleared. "I said I didn't fall on my own."

"What's that mean?"

Tsu'tey entered the clearing, looking deep in thought. Jake stifled a laugh.

He looked up, the shape of his brows furrowing when he registered Jake and Neytiri.

Neytiri had a hand over her mouth to hide her smile, Jake was not so secretive. He grinned widely, glancing over at them and conveying with a look that he knew they'd done it.

They had to admit, Tsu'tey had good composure. His ears and face didn't even turn dark when his direhorse turned around and walked through a bush to go further downstream.

Jake, however, did not have any composure at all. He laughed even before he got out of earshot, stumbling back onto his knees and clutching his stomach.

They laughed with him. Even Neytiri joined in before she kicked Jake up and told him to go wash.

"He let you fall?"

"He dropped me in the mud."

They told him what happened, leaving out specific mentions of their infliction because though Neytiri stayed a respectful distance away they could see her ears twitch as she listened.

"And the-" he motioned to his face, unable to stop a smile at the memory. "What was that about?"

They shrugged. "Fuck if I understand what I do." They wiped at their face.

•°••°•°••°•°••°•

The next morning, Tsu'tey stood at the foot of their hammock again. He said nothing this time and just walked off. They walked down hometree, into the forest, past the clearing. He motioned for them to get onto one of the grazing direhorse.

They had been dreading the next lesson all throughout dinner. Maybe Tsu'tey would have them jump off a cliff to test their loyalty or something. Yell at them during dinner. Have them sacrifice themselves for Eywa.

They would admit that their imagination had run wild, but they didn't know him all that well. Who knew if he was as batshit crazy as their mind twisted him to be.

But now there he was. Leading them through the forest so silently it felt like they were alone. He didn't even glance back.

Their imagination tilted, like a cup placed precariously on a table's edge. He would leave them in the forest to die. Straight into a den of palulukans. Kick them off a cliff. Then they saw the glint of metal on his direhorse. Looking closer, he had a pouch of arrows and a bow.

Oh, they thought, and the cup fell, their thoughts spilling over. He's gonna use me for target practice.

[joshscurlyhair]

☽ 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕪 - 𝕛𝕒𝕜𝕖 ☽ [𝕊𝕞𝕦𝕥]

18+ MINORS DNI!!

Warnings: Oral, Daddy kink, Sex toys, Unprotected sex etc.

Word count: 2.1k

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You bit your lip as you scroll at pictures and videos of your boyfriend Jake from his performance last night. You looked at him with lustful eyes seeing the sight of him dripping sweat on his chest as his movements becoming sloppy with his lip in between his teeth swaying back and forth plucking his fingers on his guitar. You bit your lip trying to not let a moan escape.

Yes its been that long since you and Jake have had fun together since you and the guys have all became roommates since you were touring together.

Usually I and Jake would have fun once a week before the touring. But currently, we haven't had any fun since the tour two months ago. Usually after every concert, Jake would take a shower afterward, and we would all have dinner together and then head to bed. Non-touring days I and Jake would just watch movies together or we and all the guys would go out somewhere like go swimming or just have a night in together then go to sleep.

I've been having this inside battle with myself that maybe I was doing something wrong and that's why he didn't wanna have fun anymore with me. You hang your head low and fought against your worst enemy which was your thoughts.

It's never wrong to just ask y/n

KNOCK KNOCK

You quietly gasp and lifted your head up as if you weren't just battling against your thoughts and put on a smile.

"Hey hun I'm back, me and the guys went to the store to get some post-concert snacks," Jake says popping up wearing his usual black hat and black shirt outfit. "I got you your favorite candies," He says throwing the candy on the bed. I gave a smile as my heart melted

He is always so thoughtful

He sits down next to me popping a couple of candy pieces in his mouth. "Hey babe, c-could I ask you a question?" I ask Jake looking down stuttering a bit getting nervous. "What's up, babe?" He asks with eyes on you looking concerned. "U-um do you think I do anything wrong when we have you know.." I ask briefly up then down again embarrassed. There was a slight pause. "No not at all y/n. Why?" He replied genuinely confused furrowing his eyebrows. "W-well you know we haven't had f-fun in a while, so I was just curious if I was doing anything wrong," I reply looking down and fiddling with my sweatshirt sleeve.

"No babe you're perfect, you don't do anything wrong. Its just..." Jake looks up from his bag of candies that he was fiddling with and lets a sharp breath of fresh air in before talking. "I just don't feel comfortable you know having fun while the guys are up and around."

"Oh okay, that's alright. I was just curious as to if I was doing anything wrong. But yeah, that's alright I don't wanna do anything that you're uncomfortable with."

"I'm sorry babe.." Jake replies giving a frown. "Don't be! it's okay Jakey" You say giving him a hug and wrapping your arms around him feeling him smile.

"How you feelin' about the concert tonight?" I ask him smiling as I open my bag of candies popping a few in my mouth. "Feelin' good! Gonna have a shot or two to take the extra nerves off but otherwise good!" He says with a chuckle. "I definitely gotta see what to wear tonight," I say jumping up and looking through my closet looking for pieces of clothes that could possibly be a part of my outfit.

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"C'mon Jake hurry we gotta be in time for practice!" Josh says popping into me and Jake's room in full uniform in his gold jumpsuit. "Wonder what got into that grumpy leprechaun's breakfast this morning," Jake says under his breath as Josh walks away. I chuckle and then look at myself once more in the mirror seeing my outfit which consisted of black combat boots, black flared jeans, and a sparkly dress-up top that was coded in gold glitter that outlined the sun and the moon. Your hair and makeup were looking good on top of that you were feeling good about yourself. You huff out in satifaction and turn to your side to see if Jake peeked at your outfit. "Alright let's head out," He says as he looks up from his phone and gives you a blank stare at your outfit.

Oh. That kinda hurt...

It's okay y/n he's probably overwhelmed from tonight's show

You think to yourself trying to make yourself feel better.

You walk out alongside Jake onto the tour bus outside. "Sheesh y/n you look good," Sam says, "Doesn't she Jake?" Sam says light bumping Jake who was on his phone. "Yeah she does," Jake says not looking up from his phone with no emotion. Sam looks at you with sorrow in his eyes as you held your head down.

You all hopped onto the tour bus. The arena actually wasn't that far thankfully so the ride wouldn't be that long. You sat down as Jake followed behind and sat down next to you not looking up from his phone.

After some time you all finally arrived to the area. "Let's put on a show tonight fellas!" Josh says hopping off the bus as we followed behind. Once we were seen at the back screams were heard, the boys waved and gave smiles to the lovely fans blowing them kisses.

'You're on in 5!" One of the sound guys says

"We're late ugh," Sam says rolling his eyes

"Being late is our thing eh?" Josh says wiggling his eyebrows and heads on for the stage as the boys follow behind. You felt Jake give you a cheek kiss quickly then left onto the stage putting his guitar strap around him. You stayed at the back where you always were when they would perform. You get yourself a drink from the back as you smile at the boys as they started their first song.

-----

Their concert was amazing you would always sing the words and dance along backstage as the sound guys would always watch you like you were crazy but you didn't care.

"Do it Jakey, do it" Josh says as Jake started to pluck his fingers on his guitar doing his guitar solo. You stare at Jake admiring how fucking good he looks right now. Sweat was dripping on his chest and he thrust forward and backward tilting his head all the way back as you got the dirtiest thoughts in your mind.

You squeeze your legs together trying to not drip in your wetness that was already oozing out. You bit your lip looking at him as Jake started to bite his lip. "I want him so bad oh my god," You say to yourself as you look at him in desire.

"Thank you, have a lovely night!" Josh says into the mic as screams and cheers were heard. The boys then walk towards you. "You guys were great!" You say to them smiling. The boys thank you. "Gahh I have to wash my feet," Josh says looking at the dirt at the bottom of his feet that were now black. "Yeah, me too, let's head back I'm tired," Sam says as we all head back to the tour bus.

Jake sits next to you as you get butterflies looking at him and how hot he looks. Jake smiles briefly at you then looks back onto his phone again looking down. You squeeze your thighs together again as you felt butterflies in your stomach.

"Shower here I come!" Danny says as the boys followed behind. You and Jake then headed into your room together. Jake said nothing and headed into your guy's bathroom and headed in the shower. You got undressed and out on your comfy pj's. You finally lay down as you feel yourself still wet and turned on by Jake. You groan and bit your lip and began to rub circles around your clit.

You weren't worried about jake popping out, he usually took long showers. You bit your lip as you felt your circular motions feel so good massaging your clit. you reached your hand under your bed and got your sex toy that you kept under the bed. You first got it when you and the guys were first on tour visiting the new state. Jake didn't know so you kept it under the bed when you felt super horny. Sometimes it would feel nice, other times it wasn't the same without Jake.

You spat on your pussy and slapped your dildo on your clit making you silently moan closing your eyes and imagining it's Jake's cock. You tease your entrance before entering your toy inside you. You bit your lip and let out a gasp feeling the big dildo enter inside you. You start to pump the toy in and out of you feeling a knot form in your stomach. "Mmmm fuck.." You silently let out getting into it now as you pump faster and faster getting a little bit louder. "-y/n?" "-Oh Jake-shit"

You look up and see Jake who has a towel wrapped around him looking at you with a dildo inside you. "Umm, what's that?" Jake says pointing. "U-um nothing," You say getting red and slowly moving your toy to the side. Jake then turns off the light as the nightstand light reflects in the room. Jake walks closer and closer to you seeing your pants are off and hiding the toy to the side as you look down. "I'm sorry..." I say looking down as I slowly bring my pants back up and under the toy under my arm feeling so embarrassed. Jake takes a seat next to you on the bed as you feel the bed sink in. "I just.. Miss you" I say looking down.

Jake says nothing and looks at you. He gets closer to you leaning in until his lips were pressed against your neck. You gasp from the suddenness. You couldn't help but let out a small moan, Jake hasn't kissed you like this since touring. You felt Jake brush his fingers lightly against your clit making you hitch your breath opening your mouth a bit in shock. "B-but the guys-" "I don't care" He replies as he kisses your neck down to your chest then reaches to your clit feeling his hot breath on your clit making you bite your lip.

Holy fuck this is actually happening

Jake wraps his arms around your thighs as he flicks his tongue against your clit making you get goosebumps. He then starts to suck on your clit swirling his tongue around your folds and making you whine now. Jake grabs your sex toy as you look in confusion. He enters in your dildo as you gasp, Jake flicks his tongue as he pumps your toy in and out of you making you cream on your dildo. "Mmm oh my god, Jake" You moan wanting more.

Jake then stands up taking off his towel. "Show me how much you've been wanting to suck this dick," He says with his cock fully erected as his tip was red and leaking with precum. You look at cock in hunger and bit your lip. You lean forward and instantly put his cock down your throat as you hear little moans from him. You cup his balls as you were now bopping your head up and down his cock fast making saliva drip all over. "Fuck that feels so fucking good," Jake says.

"Yes make it nice and wet," Jake says biting his lip watching you work on his dick. "Fuck this-turn over now" Jake demands as you do what he says making your ass face up. You felt Jake slap his tip on your entrance making you whine. "Want this cock in you?" "Yes, Jake pleaseee" "That's not my name" "Daddy?" Jake then moans from you calling him daddy as you smirk to yourself. You felt something big enter inside you as you open your mouth feeling how thick and girthy he was. He gasps feeling how tight. Jake then starts to pound into you with no mercy and not caring if the guys would hear the bedframe hitting against the wall. "Mmm fuck you're so tight" Jake moans pounding into you as your juices were dripping everywhere. "Are you my slut?", "Yes, daddy I'm your slut" I moan out loudly as I feel a knot in my stomach. "Fucking beg how much you love this cock in your pussy" You hear Jake say and get wetter and wetter by the second hearing him talk like this.

"Daddy your cock feels so fucking good inside me-please fuck me harder oh my gosh daddy I'm gonna cum-"

Jake lets out a loud groan as you gasp feeling a liquid inside you filling your walls.

"Mmm good girl," Jake says laying down next to you and giving you a kiss on the cheek

Holy shit, that just happened

[hooooooooooooboi]

9th november, thursday

i only had an engineering lab today, we had to do an informal presentation, and now we need to work on and submit the final draft by next thursday. unfortunately, with my group i know we’re not gonna start till wednesday but i’m thinking of doing some of the work myself later.

afterwards i had a long lunch, came home and rotted in bed, went for dinner with my roommate, came back and now i’m writing this.

so work wise, not great.

i have a meeting with my english professor about my assignment tomorrow afternoon so i will work on that right now

i also have work for civic and start studying for my chem exam but that’s not as urgent

i will edit to add here how those go

for personal life

- had issues with my bank

- didn’t get to talk to my bsf cuz time difference is kicking out butts :(

- my advisor hasn’t replied to my emails which is posing a problem

- i did not eat very healthy today (nor did i enjoy the food very much), which makes me feel guilty

- in retrospect i should’ve had more water

- i did have chill social interactions today which was nice, and i liked my outfit

- i also didn’t use the piano room today. i might do i different post series about logging my piano practice (i just started learning)

- i did do my skin care tonight so i do feel more put together

for tomorrow

- i didn’t have class until noon but i now i have to get up at 8 to go to the bank :(((((

- but it’s ok cuz i’m stressed and i really wanna get this resolved

- i only have a lecture and the meeting w my prof so it’s gonna be a chill day

- i’m gonna try to go for a walk tomorrow

- I REALLY NEED TO CLEAN AND DO LAUNDRY THATS PRIORITY NUMBER ONE FOR TOM

- and maybe wash my hair

[mjlovescm]

6- Half virgins, 🍋

Completed, 27 chapters, “She’s an angel” Rodrick Heffley x black fem reader

Author's note: Ok, so this is the first smut of this fic I feel not too proud of it but I tried. Please tell me if yall like it. Rodrick and y/n are both 18!

Content - Kissing, mutual masturbation, fingering and cleaning each other's fingers afterwards. 😊

It started at dinner with Susan asking Rodrick about how far he was into your book. You gave him a dirty look before he answered, so he wouldn't say anything stupid. He gave a simple yet detailed enough answer to let his mom know he was actually reading. That should have been the end of it, and it was until your brother made a comment.

“You guys really have a lot in common, huh.” He says, laughing with Greg.

You both ignore the wave of agreement that comes from your parents after. The wave is followed by an automatic flood of memories. Which means you and Rodrick spend the rest of dinner having to go on a forced stroll down memory lane.

Back at the hotel, you were almost excited at the thought of being alone, specifically getting some sleep. On your way to, you see Rodrick, and decided to say goodnight, a show of good faith after ignoring during dinner. Too focused on trying to not remember awful days filled with wires and brackets.

It was a sweet conversation, talking over your shared embarrassment. Even though Rodrick insisted that you were more embarrassed than he was. It was an odd feeling, nostalgia. You didn't feel it in the restaurant, but you felt it now. Comforted by the past, the thought of a younger version of you living what were now memories.

As always, with nostalgia came the realization of how much time had passed. You found yourself distracted looking at Rodrick, you were realizing for the first time how different he was. How much older he was since you last saw him. Lost in thought, you hadn't been paying attention to Rodrick said. Not wanting to seem rude, you copy his action and laugh.

In your hotel room, you laid on the bed, conflicted. You weren’t sure how it came up or why, but there was no avoiding it now. Rodrick knew you were a virgin, and apparently so was he. A no so very small part of your brain wished you'd been listening when he said it. You would have had time to deflect or at least not laugh. 

Being a virgin was never something you were ashamed of. Embarrassed maybe, insecure sure but ashamed no. Plus it's not like it was by choice, if it were up to you that card would have been punched a while ago. Regardless of how you felt about it. The thought of Rodrick knowing how desperate you were to have sex was mortifying. 

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚙 ? -𝚛

𝚢𝚎𝚊… -𝚢/𝚗

𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 -𝚛

Without thinking, you reply, saying you'd be over in five minutes. You didn't know what you were thinking when you pressed send. Obviously you weren't.  Making your way to Rodrick hotel room you were nervous but more you were excited. You weren't completely clueless, you knew why Rodrick wanted you to come over. The thought of  having your first time in such a spontaneous way took the pressure of planning away. Along with the thought that after this vacation, you wouldn't see Rodrick face to face for a very long time. You were certain you were ready. 

Your hopes were quickly shot down. You wouldn't admit it because you thought it was obvious, but you wanted him to take the lead. If he was bold enough to bring up the fact that you were a virgin, he should be bold enough to do something about it. 

“I'm actually kinda tired.” You say through a fake yawn. 

“You sure, Maybe we should read a little bit.” 

“Nah, I'm fine.” You say, opening the door, Rodrick behind you. 

“So you're just not gonna say it, are you?” 

“Say what.” You didn't bother acting clueless. 

“Say what you came here for.” 

You scoffed, giving him a baffled look. 

“If I'm not gonna say and your not gonna say it, then I guess maybe it just shouldn't be sa-”

Before you could finish, Rodrick's lips were on yours, shutting you up. At first, you wanted to protest, frustrated by him acting suddenly coy. But frustration was soon replaced with the warmth of  his hands at the sides of your face, and you fell weak. The kiss is gentle and slow, Rodrick taking his time to feel his lips on yours. Creasing your cheeks with his thumbs. 

Pulling away, Rodrick's eyes meet yours. He searched your expression for any hesitation, regret or worst disgust. He knew he should have asked to kiss beforehand, but now he was running on instinct. Lowering his hands, Rodrick felt like he'd completely crossed the line. 

Feeling him start to pull away, you grabbed his hand to return them to their place. Without a second thought, you return the kiss, catching Rodrick by surprise as he lets out a moan. Deepening the kiss, you take control of the situation, lips moving quickly and with no hesitation. One of your hands find his hair, tugging slightly, a signal to move out of the doorway. 

“Let's go inside.” You muffle between kisses. 

Your feet move in sync with his, pulling each other into the room. Pushing you against the door, he uses your body to close it before pulling away. Rodrick took a moment to look over your now disheveled appearance. The thin straps of your dress now off your shoulders, lipstick gone, revealing the mix of brown and pink of your natural lips and makeup smudge by Rodrick.

“We should go to the bed.” You speak between pants.

“Yea, yea, let's do that.” 

Sitting on the bed, a heavy tension hung in the air. Caught off guard by your own actions, you had no idea what to do next ? 

“Is this okay ?”  Rodrick asked with his hand at the side of your thigh.

“Yea it's fine”

His thumb began to gently rub your thigh, squeezing slightly between rubs. Biting your lip, you smiled at him before returning to kissing. A few moments passed and Rodrick's hand moved to hold you closer. One hand running up your back then cradling your head. The hold on your waist is different, firm and controlled yet still desperate. It sends electricity through you as his nails knead and dig into your skin. 

“Please take my dress off.” 

Your voice low and needy, immediately followed by the loud rip of your zipper. It didn't take long for both you to get undressed carelessly throwing the clothes on the ground. With wide, fluttering eyes, you both take a second to look over each other's body. Rodrick's body was toned and lightly tanned with a pink blush. 

“Fuck.” He whispered under his breath.

“What”

“Nothing, you're just really fucking hot. Your body is just … wow.”

Slowly, you start to feel and  caress each other's bodies. Rodrick's thumbs running over your nipples while his hands cup your breast through your bra. Using mostly your palm, you stroke Rodrick carefully over his boxers. Feeling him twitch and bite back a moan.  He breaks away from your lips, traveling the kisses to your check and neck. You roll your head back freely at the pleasure. 

“Open your legs for me.” He whispers between kisses. 

You let out a breathy moan and obey. With your legs open, Rodrick's fingers are quick to find your clit. Running his middle and index finger up and down against your clit. The feeling was electrifying, the thin layer of fabric blocking his fingers added to the teasing. Eager to hear you moan again, he began rubbing your clit in small circles. Finding a rhythm, he starts slow, speeding up then going back to slow. 

“Oh fuck.” You moaned under your breath.

The kisses soon turning rougher, adding more pressure he started to suck and bite your neck. You grabbed his face, starting to kiss him as you began to grind against his fingers. You struggled to kiss him back, moaning in between. Rodrick broke away, removing his fingers.

“Get on the bed.” He says between pants. 

You quickly move to the bed, laying on your back. You watch rodrick climb on top of you and can't help but feel butterflies. Bad ones. Although you weren't actually naked, you felt bare and exposed.  

“Lift your hips.” Rodrick says now on top of you. 

“What.” 

“Lift your hips.” He repeats. 

“W-why?” You voice uneven. 

“I wanna take it off for you.” 

“No.” You say, shaking your head. 

Seeing your change in mood, Rodrick instant moves off of you.  Unsure what to say, you just apologize while sitting up.

“No don't be, it's fine, this is all uh kinda fast. Do you wanna stop?”

“No.” You interrupt. “I wanna keep going, just not all the way, ya'know.” 

“Yea, that a good idea. Plus, we don't have a condom and I doubt I know how to pull out.” He said with a light-hearted smile. 

You both laugh at Rodrick's honesty. After a minute of  assuring yourself you were calm, you were ready to continue, and so was Rodrick.   

Instead of being over you, you and Rodrick would be laying beside each other.  The positioning was odd, not exactly uncomfortable, but you were willing to give it a try. You start slow, but it wasn't long before you were back to your previous pace.

If you were by yourself, you wouldn't be like this. Normally you'd be quite only low breaths but with Rodrick encouraging you with his moans. You just couldn't stay quiet. You followed his pace, tight small circles using the tip of your fingers. Followed by sloppy, quick movements using the flat of your fingers. 

“You're so wet, huh.” Rodrick says through his teeth. 

“Fuck.” You whimper. “I'm really close.” 

“Don't cum yet, please. I wanna cum together, okay.” Rodrick whines against your neck.

You nod at his words, knowing you were on the verge of orgasm. You both feel the knot in your stomachs tightening, electricity running through your veins. The combination of your fingers and Rodrick's lips sent you over the edge. Your orgasm hitting you like a snapped coil, powerful.   

Your skin was on fire as you came down, legs trembling. The only thing you could hear beside heavy breaths were the ac blowing a cool breeze over both of your sweaty bodies. Your mind was still in a haze as you opened your eyes. 

On instinct, you bring your two fingers to your mouth. Sucking on them gently, enjoying the taste of your own satisfaction. Rodrick watched in awe, letting out a low groan. Looking at him, your mind ran wild. His hair a mess, skin, and lips practically bright red, and his expression was nothing but smug with pleasure. 

Without thinking, you move your fingers to Rodrick's lips. Gently, you graze his inner bottom lip, an invitation he's quick to accept. It takes you by surprises when Rodrick takes one of your fingers into his mouth before sucking on both.  Eyes never leaving you, he pulls away, letting your fingers slip out. 

Copying your actions, Rodrick brings his finger to your mouth. Eager, you're quick to return the favor. Holding him by the wrist, you feel Rodrick's hand go rigid. Slowly, you drag your tongue up his middle finger, collecting his cum before softly sucking. You do the same to his ring finger before taking them both in your mouth, twirling your tongue around and between them. 

Pupils dilated, his mouth agape, Rodrick was sure he could cum again just by this. Your soft lips and warm tongue felt like unreal. It wasn't “sex” but it was so much better. In all honesty, he wouldn't be surprised if this was some vivid wet dream.  

…

Walking out of the bathroom, you felt odd. You weren't in your room or even in your own clothes, and the fact that you'd just had “sex”. Ignoring the feeling, you climbed into bed and got comfortable. 

“How you feel?” Rodrick asked softly.

“I don't know.” You said honestly. “How do you feel?” 

“Really fucking good.” 

The response draws a smile on your face. The conversation continues for a few minutes, turning more playful and less serious. With you and Rodrick laughing at each other's reactions and noises. Rodrick claiming he knew you were a “freak” for pulling his hair, and you saying he was one for liking it. 

With Rodrick's arms wrapped around you, you easily drift off to sleep. 

“Goodnight y/n.” 

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[jeoniius]

Next Life | kth (m)

☆ summary:  Although you and Taehyung didn’t believe in first and second lives, you both wished you’d find each other in the next life as you both looked at the sky that night.

☆ pairing: husband!tae x wife!reader

☆ genre: angst, smut.

☆ warning: sexual content, angst

☆ word count: 4k

☆a/n: Finally this is done. Thank you so much @jkiddingjeon for beta-ing the fic, it meant A LOT. I really love this fic and I hope you enjoy it too. ngl it's a pretty heartbreaking fic so get ready for some ANGST.

Love. Hate. 

It’s always adjacent to each other. Something that’s always there when the other is present. It also changes people. How it makes people go from loving someone and being best friends with someone to trying everything they can to pull them down, to take them out. 

You’d say you can relate to it. In more ways than one. You had seen your fair share of people going from loving them unconditionally to talking shit about them the next day. Divorce was one of them. All the promises and vows made of staying through health and sickness, through good and bad, thrown out of the window. 

You thought of it as one of the most heartbreaking things and now you were here. Doing the exact thing as you watched the clock tick by, thinking of ways and excuses to get you out of this marriage. This marriage that ended everything. It hadn’t always been like this. No, you were in love. You were so madly in love that if anyone had told you you’d stand in this place today you’d not believe it. 

You are still in love. So madly in love but the difference being you want it to end. Maybe that way you’d find each other again.

As time went by, you stood by the railing of your balcony. The bright light of the city shined underneath you as you thought Tomorrow would be it. The end of what once was seen as a beautiful love story by not only you but by many others. The final chapter.

Maybe love and hate stood adjacent to each other but you could never hate him. 

And so you stood there, taking it all in, you thought about where it went wrong.

7 months ago

“I can’t believe you think that!” you shouted, hands up in the air as you walked back into the apartment, him following you behind. 

“Well I wouldn’t if you kept your distance!” he said, raising his voice.

“Oh my god. One hug. It was one hug. And that too because he was leaving.” 

“It didn’t look like one,” he argued back. 

“Are you freaking kidding me right now? Nothing happened, you know that.” you said trying to calm yourself down. 

“Stop trying to argue with me all the fucking time.” he bit back. 

“Oh, I am arguing? You were the one who started it.” You took long strides towards him. 

“You were the one who accused his wife of cheating although you have no proof whatsoever” you gritted through your teeth as your finger poked his chest. 

He let out a loud groan as you run your hands through your hair. “You know what, Taehyung? You can stay here. I’m leaving.” and with that you grabbed your purse and keys and strode out the door, slamming it behind. 

Kim Taehyung. 

The love of your life. You met him in college. As cliché as it sounds, he was the heartthrob with his extremely good looks and his unbelievable flirting skills. You weren’t supposed to know him at all if you thought about it. 

Your college held its annual fest, and you were the head of the management. You had stumbled across him when he had come to drop off some supplies instead of his best friend. You got into a small quarrel when he commented on how you were the head of the management when you were only a freshman and questioned your ability to pull the entire thing off when it was only three days from the fest and not even one percent of anything was done.

You got into a bet with him as you made him promise you that he’d treat you to something of your choice if you pulled it off. Nevertheless, you pulled the entire thing off within the next two days, proving him wrong. As a promise, he treated you to something really expensive(of course you had picked it) and then swore to never question your ability.  

You started seeing more of him, with his surprise visits to your class (which usually ended up with girls surrounding you asking how you knew him) or him coming to your seat in the cafeteria just to give you some new juice he got for you. Sometimes he’d ask you to come to one of his basketball matches and then took you to dinner afterward. 

You felt your heartbeat increasing every time you saw him or heard his name in fact, and before you knew it, you were confessing to him, putting your heart on the line. 

The day you confessed, you ran out before he could even reply. Too scared to be rejected. But Taehyung did something you’d never expect. He brought you to an amusement park, took you to dinner, and then confessed to you with thousands of chocolate (literally). 

You both had your fair share of arguments and then makeup sex. Mind-blowing sex to be exact. 

Your relationship with Taehyung was built on trust. He’d be there waiting for you every time you came home late and vice versa. You’d be at all of his games. You’d go to every party, hang out with your friends.

Once he graduated, he’d wait to pick you up every day. Every day you’d go to your favorite café, with your friends, complete assignments and projects, argue about who won the last UNO game, girls vs boys. 

He spent every hour with you when you struggled with your dream job and you did the same. When you finally did get the job, he asked you to marry him. You nodded then and there. Tears escaped, phone calls were made. Everyone came to the engagement party and then the wedding and you truly thought everything you ever wanted was there. Your family, your friends, his friends, him. 

But what you didn’t know then was what followed after. Just like promises are made, they are broken. Trust is broken and the bond doesn’t stay. 

The first two years were bliss. You went to Paris for your honeymoon and then to New York. Yes, New York for your honeymoon. You experienced the love in Paris and the rush in New York. 

You spent most of the days in Paris, going to spots of attractions, enjoying the food in the café, walking around the streets drunk and completely in love, having late night sex, morning sex,  just lots of sex to be exact. 

But in New York, you spent your days going to Times Square, Bars, and Pubs had ‘the’ New York pizza and cheesecakes and hotdogs and whatnot. Went shopping and sightseeing. Roamed around the streets at night, met so many people.

You believed you had found what you had been looking for all your life. Someone to go to romantic dinners and the craziest parties with.  

But what followed was something you didn’t think would happen. Every marriage has its ups and downs. You had to. But then it started.

Every party would become an excuse to start arguments, every late night at work would lead to assumptions. At first, you thought it would be fine. Talking would help, it was always the key for the both of you but lately, every time you spoke or tried to solve the issues, it would end in huge fights, sometimes followed by sex, or even if not sex, you’d stop talking to each other and then one day pretend nothing happened. 

Although in heels you walked around the park near your apartment. ‘It will be fine’ you told yourself as you tried not to break down. Deciding it would not be a good idea to go anywhere at that hour, you sat by a bench.

The cold wind hit you as a shiver ran down your body, the thin wine slip dress doing nothing to stop it. The screen of your phone lit up as you saw multiple texts from Taehyung. A part of you was happy that he cared enough to text you. You clicked on his profile as a series of texts came up.

Tae: where are you?

Tae: come on Y/N, don’t be stupid. 

Tae: it’s really late. where the fuck are you?

Tae: baby, you’re scaring me. 

Sighing you got up and made your way out of the park. Since you lived in a complex, it didn’t take you too long to walk. As you opened the keys, you saw Taehyung pacing around the living room. “Where are my keys?” he muttered to himself, not noticing your presence. 

A clinking sound made Taehyung look up as the keys hit the ceramic bowl on the kitchen top. “Where were you?” he asked, trying to control his anger. You didn’t answer him as you took off the heels, internally sighing when the cold floor hit your barefoot. “Are you seriously gonna ignore me? I asked where the fuck were you?” he pulled you by your wrists stopping you from going further. “Don’t do this.” you gritted through your teeth as you harshly pulled away before going inside your shared bedroom. 

You slipped out of the dress and you got inside the shower, the hot water touching your skin as you stood there. No matter how much you tried not to think about it, you always went back. Where did it go wrong? 

You changed into shorts and one of Taehyung’s oversized shirts as it reached mid-thigh. Getting inside the covers, you relaxed, the cool sensation of your bedsheet and covers calming you somehow as you turned towards the glass wall. 

You heard a sigh as Taehyung got inside the room. He got inside the covers and stared at your back as you tried to keep calm. You felt an arm wrap around your waist as he pulled you closer, back colliding with his chest, nuzzling his face at the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” his voice came muffled as you felt the vibrations on your neck. 

“I really am.” he said, taking a deep breath pulling you closer if that was possible. You sighed, turning to him. 

“I felt really cheap, you know” you said, hands reaching to cup his face. “I’m so sorry baby.” he sighed, closing his eyes as you ran your hand through his hair. “I know.” 

He pressed a kiss on your lips as you pulled him closer, hands wrapping around his neck. You sighed into the kiss as his lips trailed down towards your collarbone, sucking and nipping then. Soon enough he was inside you as he went on an animalistic pace. “Do you think he can fuck you like this?” he growled. You ignored him as you knew you were close, focusing on your climax. You came within the next few minutes as he rubbed your clit while thrusting.

Later on, he lapped up the spilled contents lazily as you screamed his name, your cries stroking his ego.

He wrapped an arm around your naked waist as he fell asleep on his stomach, head on your chest, legs tangled over your naked ones. You stroked his hair as you stared at the ceiling, his words ringing in your ear ‘Do you think he can fuck you like this?’

A small realization crept inside your head. He was never gonna trust you.

He stirred in his sleep, pulling you closer, he pressed an open-mouth kiss above the swell of your breast in his sleep. Releasing a long sigh, you kissed his head, quickly pushing the thought aside. 

That was the first mistake. 

“I love you so much,” you said. 

You pulled the robe over your body tightly, a coffee cup in your hand. Picking up your phone you looked at the time. 3:08 am it read. The city still buzzed with life. The cold breeze hit your face soothingly as you closed your eyes. Only if you had done something before, things wouldn’t have gone wrong. 

4 months ago

Your phone buzzed as you frustratedly rubbed your face. You dreaded picking up the call, not wanting to have to shout again. Things had been gradually worsening between you and Taehyung. Late-night fights, coming home drunk, not talking to each other for weeks had become a common thing nowadays and no matter how hard you tried, no matter how many times you both tried to co-operate, you didn’t seem to escape it.

“You should talk to him.” Ae-ra said, handing you a cup of tea. 

Tea. 

You never liked tea. You were more of a coffee person. You preferred the rush, the adrenaline. But nowadays, you were tired. Tired of doing the same thing over and over again. Having the same quarrels and fights over and over again. Tea seemed to calm you. 

“And then what? Get into another fight?” 

“You know what I mean, babe.” She said as she rubbed your arm soothingly.

“Maybe later. I cannot deal with him now.” you sipped on the cup.

What you didn’t know was that “later” would come that fast. You went back to your apartment to get more of your clothes. You planned on going at night, when he was most probably out with his friends or whoever kept him busy nowadays. But to your surprise, he was there. 

You opened the main door, using the key you had with you to meet with his laying figure on the couch. His head shot up at the sound of the door, eyes meeting each other. He looked drained, hair messy and bags under his eyes. You cursed under your breath, debating if you should just go back to Ae-ra’s place and come later for your clothes. 

“Look who’s here.” he scoffed as he got up from the couch.

Deciding on the former, you walked past him without taking another glance, into your shared bedroom. Taking a bag out, you shoved as many clothes as possible wanting to stay away from this mess. “Are you gonna ignore me now?” you heard him as he entered the room. 

You zipped up the chain as you walked towards the door wanting to leave. He grabbed your hand before you could go any further. He felt so scared when he saw you packing your stuff, so much that it suffocated him. “Fucking answer me.” his voice raised as he stared at you. 

Taehyung’s eyes softened as he saw the dry tears on your cheeks and he wanted nothing more than to pull you close and never let go. To talk to you and tell you it would be fine, that you would figure it out together. 

As he saw your tired eyes, glossy as you tried to keep your composure, he wanted to kiss you so badly and keep you tucked away from every bad thing; ever, even himself if he was bad for you.

And maybe he would have done that. Hugged you and kissed you. Kept you in his arms if you didn’t start talking. 

“Leave me the fuck alone.” you pulled away harshly. “You know what? Yes, I am ignoring you and gladly will.” 

“What is wrong with you? You cannot just come and go like that.” he said, hands gesturing to your bag.

“I can and I will. You cannot stop me” you clarified.

“ Yes, I can. I am your husband for god’s sake.” a frustrated tone laced his words.

“Husband?” you scoffed. “When were you a good husband? Where did this go when I stayed up till dawn every day waiting for you?” 

“You know how hectic things have been at work.” he looked at you knowingly. 

“That doesn’t mean you’d stop spending time with me!” you yelled.

You knew you were being unreasonable. Things really were hectic at work for him. But you couldn’t help but feel lonely when you came home after a long day to an empty and cold apartment and then stayed up every day almost all night for your husband. You felt so neglected when he’d come home and go to sleep straight away without saying anything. 

All the doubts about your marriage slowly were coming true and you wanted nothing more than to prove it wrong. But talking about it led to arguments with Taehyung. So you decided to stay away from home, so that you didn’t have to think about it, to begin with. 

That was the second mistake. 

“You are going nowhere.” Taehyung took the bag from your hand and walked towards the bed. “You’ll stay at home.”

“Home?” a humorless chuckle left your throat. “I will go anywhere I want, but home.” 

“I mean it Y/N. Stop acting like a kid. Go wash up and come to bed.” he sighed. 

“I’m not staying” you concluded, ready to leave your stuff behind as you turned. 

You felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist as he stuffed his face in the junction of your neck and shoulder. A tear left your eyes, followed by streams, and for some reason, your heart broke, it felt like he was pulling you apart from inside. 

You felt his warm breath as he mumbled something. He pressed you towards him as you silently cried. 

Later that night, as he fucked you slowly, something different than his usual dominating aura, your heart ached, but you couldn’t pinpoint why. He kissed you ever so passionately, that you cried. 

Something told you that it would be over soon, so you hugged him as close as you could when he slept. You cried as he hugged you in his sleep like you would go away if he didn’t have you in his arms. 

“I love you so much,” he mumbled in his sleep.

That’s when you realized how bad the entire situation was. How bad you were for him just like he was for you. How bad this marriage was. 

And what followed after confirmed everything you ever doubted. 

2 months ago

“You think I didn’t see you?” you yelled. 

“What are you talking about?” he looked curious. 

“Oh sure, play the good guy, make me look bad, why don’t you?” you scoffed.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” he repeated. “How would you? You thought you were good enough to keep it away from me.” you said. His eyebrows crashed as he tried to understand. “I saw you with her. Maybe that’s why you were always late. You were too busy fucking her.” a bitterness stayed in your mouth. “Are you kidding me?” he said as he raked his fingers through his hair. 

“You are accusing me of cheating, Y/N? You?” he scoffed. “Don’t think I forgot about the party.” 

“Oh my god. You were never going to believe me, were you?” you looked at him with a glint in your eyes. 

“You are being paranoid Y/N,” he said calmly. 

“You know what? Maybe I will go to him. The guy you accused me of cheating. Maybe I will let him fuck me. Clear all your doubts and make it true!” you were screaming now. 

“I can’t do this anymore,” he said, voice so calm maybe you would have been scared if you were thinking straight. 

“Neither can I.” you said as you walked out of the house. 

The next day when you woke up, you felt bad for yelling at him. So you decided to go back and talk to him. And maybe you would have if fate didn’t have anything else planned. 

As you walked into the house, you saw a man sitting on your couch, Taehyung at his side as paper lay in front of him. The man looked at you briefly before turning back to Taehyung. “Thank you for coming on such short notice, Mr. Lee.” he said as he shook hands with the man. The man nodded. 

Before leaving, he looked at you, “See you in court.” 

You furrowed your brows before realization hit you. “Tae, what did he mean by that?” 

He kept quiet as he gathered the papers. “Baby, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” you tried again. Taehyung got up as he handed you the papers, then went to the bedroom. You stared at them as you couldn’t process anything. 

You cannot get divorced. You cannot live without him.  

You walked inside the room as you saw him looking out. “Tae, we can talk, right? You don’t mean this.” your voice shook. 

Walking up to him you wrapped your arms around his, face buried in his back as you mumbled “This is a joke, right?” 

You heard his sigh before he turned to you, eyes glossy. “We can’t keep doing this.”

“We won’t. We’ll figure it out. We don’t have to do this.” you went on. 

“Y/N-”

“No, no, you don’t understand. You are out of your mind. We can’t get divorced.”

“I’m sorry, but I cannot do this anymore.” he said,

You looked at him. “Why are you saying it as if it is all my fault?” 

“I don’t mean that.”

“You absolutely mean that. Your face says it all.” you gestured toward him. “Oh. You really are gonna do this?” you said as he rubbed his face. 

“Well, fuck you, Kim Taehyung. You can do whatever you want. You can blame me all you want but you and I both know the minute I walk out, you are going to regret this.” 

“You can keep going for my heart and put all this on me, but you will miss me to your bone the minute this is over.” you said as you stormed off. 

That night, you went back to Ae-ra’s place. You screamed at the sky pretending it was him while he stayed awake that night as he looked at the sky. “I’m so sorry Y/N. I love you so much” he said, tears freely falling.

It really was over. All your doubts came true. Your marriage ended. Maybe it was for the better. ‘You’re being paranoid’ he said. He was right. You became paranoid.

You wiped the single tear and looked at the sky, soft light spread across as the birds sang. 5:00 am

You picked out the attire you were going to wear to the court. Your phone buzzed as you picked it up. It was Ae-ra. It’s gonna be okay. You’ll get through it. she said.

You went to the court that day. You watched him as he entered the room, a black tux hugging his frame. He had become more buff than he was the last time you saw him two months ago. As he ran his fingers through his hair, his shoulder blades flexed. The same shoulder blades that had your nail marks reminding the night before from every morning you’ve spent together. You smiled at that memory. 

Soon the judge walked in and the process went on. 

At one point in your relationship with him, assuming was something you both picked up. Long gone was the trust which was the key in your relationship. Maybe it was for the better. You both were paranoid; assumptions feeding more into it. 

But what you both gradually became, was bad for each other. Not at the beginning of your relationship, but somewhere in the middle, it went out of hand. Maybe if you spoke to each other more, maybe if you hadn’t pushed your thoughts the first day it came, then maybe you wouldn’t be here. But everything happens for a reason. 

Kim Taehyung was the heartthrob of the campus. Kim Taehyung was the first person you confessed you loved. He was the first person who heard ‘I love you’ from you. He was your first love. 

As the saying goes, some people are in our lives, just to teach us a lesson. Good and Bad. Kim Taehyung was that for you. You were still in love with him. Distance makes the heart grow fonder and yours did. You loved him more than you did before. And so maybe letting him go was easy. You were bad for him and he was bad for you. But that didn’t stop you from loving him.

And that didn’t stop him from loving you as you sat at the courthouse, as he looked at your face when it was over, as he lay in his bed alone that night.

Maybe you weren’t meant to be. Or maybe you were, but you didn’t know-how. But it was fine. And maybe as time goes by, it would hurt less. 

Although you and Taehyung didn’t believe in first and second lives, you both wished you’d find each other in the next life as you both looked at the sky that night. 

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[yuzukult]

bittersweet. (m) || kmg & reader

title: bittersweet. pairing: kim mingyu x reader genre: angst, fluff, smut, established relationship!au word count: 3.1k warnings: dirty deed is done (aka explicit sex if you didn't catch that). profanity. prompt: you're always fighting. he doesn't get you. so why are you even still together? a/n: before any of my friends make fun of me, shaddup. anyways, this is for @/ficscafe dialogue prompt event! i'll be using #14: you make me weak.

He’s so adamant.

The crinkle in between his brows, the scrunch of his nose, and his incessant blinking from all the nerves, despite it all, he still stands firm on his beliefs.

But you’re fighting. Always fighting.

He doesn’t get you—he spends most of the time he's with you arguing about how insensitive you are as a person, how nonchalant you can be when you should be reacting with some type of emotion, and how he wished you’d been more affectionate with him.

But he doesn’t understand you. He thinks you’re selfish (sure, he didn’t outright state this, but you can sense him feeling this way.)

Albeit you’re unsure how you got yourself in this position—back flat against the wall, his hands on your wrists with his crotch pinning yours as your legs wrap around him securely to meet his gaze from the height difference.

“I need you to talk to me,” he rasps, anger filled in his voice. “I’m so tired of making this into some guessing game. Why can’t you just tell me how you feel?”

Although he’s got you cornered, rutting his hips into you once again, it's not persuasive enough. “Talk to me.”

“If you can’t figure me out, maybe we should just break up. I didn’t want to date in the first place.”

Jaw clenched, his eyes continue to melt into yours. He’s looking for anything—a sign, a glimpse, a crack in your exterior to see whatever it is you’re truly feeling inside. “Why do you always use that as a solution? Instead of just communicating?”

“Because—“ you halt, breath hitching when he shifts, the head of his cock rubbing against your bud through your thin material shorts. “—Because it’s an easier solution. What do you expect from me?”

“To tell me and show me if you like me or not. You’re like a fucking boulder. I can’t move you.”

You quirk a brow. “Your fucking holding me down right now. You’ve evidently proved you can move me elsewhere.”

“Emotionally,” he says, exasperated. “The most I can get you to feel something is when we’re fucking. I’m surprised we’re even fucking in the first place. You barely let me hold your hand!”

Rolling your eyes, you pull your arms from his hold and he lets go easily. It’s the type of person Mingyu is—he’s gentle, the complete opposite of you, with a heart of gold that everyone loves and appreciates. He’s lovable, known to many, and desired by them all, and somehow, you got him in your grasp and truthfully… you’re not sure what to do.

He’s fragile, but you have rough hands with toughened skin from years of experience and encounters. There’s this fear that you’ll drop him, shatter him into pieces as brittle as chinaware. So you hold the front, keep yourself strong with a facade tougher than concrete, because you’re afraid if you hold on too tight, he might break. And at the same time, he might break you too.

“You wanna know why?” You finally blurt, words firm and sharp. “Because you make me weak. And I don’t like being weak. I don’t like being known as weak. And you—you do that to me. I hate it.”

He furrows his brows. “I make you weak? The one girl I know to be the most resilient?” Mingyu has to scoff in disbelief because it’s the first time he’s hearing this. “You realize how insane you sound? It’s okay to have feelings for me. It’s why we’re together.”

Nose twitching, you suck in your cheeks. “I hate it. I hate this. I hate that when you turn to look at me in the morning, you give me that fucking… smile. Like I’m your whole world. Like you’re head over heels for me and I’m all that you see.”

“And why do you hate that?”

“Because, some part of me, deep down into the abyss, wants to look at you like that too.”

His jaw loosens, just like the restraints he had over his heart in the past hour of arguing, hands now finding purchase on your thighs to pull you back up closer. “Baby…” he calls out for you softly, the term of endearment nearly bursting your heart, but you keep yourself calm and collected as you normally do. “Then do it. Why are you so scared?”

“I told you.”

“That’s not a good enough reason.”

“Well, it’s good enough for me.”

He heaves a heavy breath. “Baby, I can’t keep doing this. I feel like I’m chasing you but I’m getting nothing out of it.”

Then, you reiterate the same words you’ve said multiple times, but there’s never any genuinity in it because you never actually… meant it. “Then let’s break up.”

“We’re not breaking up.”

“Then what do you want to do? Tell me. If breaking up isn’t the option, then tell me instead of having me up the wall if we’re not gonna fuck.”

“Fucking only happens when you’re pissed or when you’re making up.”

“So, what now?”

It’s Mingyu’s turn to roll his eyes. “We make up. I need you to talk to me. I can barely read you—the only thing I know for sure is that you don’t want this to end because you just admitted to me that you wanna look at me the same way I look at you.”

Frustrated, you let your head drop onto the wall behind you. “This is annoying. I don’t like expressing stuff. You just take what you get or leave. If you can’t figure out what’s going through my mind, what’s the point? Why put in the effort?” Eyes fluttering shut, you feel yourself wanting to crawl into a ball and just… hide. Despite being fully clothed, you feel naked when Mingyu asks for more. And what he’s asking for isn’t even unreasonable—you’re just horrible at telling people what you’re feeling. “I just… why can’t I just let you lay your head on my lap when you get home from work? Or… cook dinner with you. Even have it ready when you have long nights at work. Maybe even fold your laundry—I don’t know. I don’t like PDA but if you asked me, I’d hold your hand under the table. Or… hold it in your pocket on cold days.”

Then, Mingyu stays silent (for the first time).

It finally hits.

You’re not outspoken when it comes to soft things. You’re loving but not in the same way he is. You’re also honest and straightforward about everything except when it comes to admitting feelings for him.

And for once, when you say those words, he… he feels loved by you.

He remembers those days—after spending hours at the gym despite having a long work day, he’d come home and you’re there waiting for him on the couch so you could shower together. You’d help scrub his limp body, even though he moans and groans about how sore he is, but you do it nonetheless because you like him. Or when you stopped by at his apartment, one he shares with all his friends, because he was stuck with helping one of them build their beds and you brought them all, including himself, lunch. And that wasn’t to mention you were already working twelve hour days.

“Can you answer one question for me, then? I won’t force you to tell me again. I just need to hear it once.”

Your eyes open, and it feels like a mistake because your heart drops into your stomach. His gaze is hypnotizing, like he’s got you in a trance, and you respond with a ‘yes’ without much thought because of him.

Mingyu swallows all his anxiety before asking that million dollar question.

“Do you love me?”

Although you feel small being put on the spot like that, the one thing you’ll admit is that you’ve already predetermined the answer to this. And just as much courage as Mingyu puts into asking, you’ll reciprocate and do the same in answering because he’s admirable for even trying.

“Yes.”

Without much thought, he presses his lips against yours. You love him, although you rarely if not never say it, but you finally said those words and all he needs is to hear it just once for assurance. To know that there’s something he’s chasing for, that he’s not running in place like on a treadmill.

Arms snaking around his neck, you keep your hold there as his hands reach to your jaw, leveraging the kiss in an angle he’d prefer. When you kiss, he feels complete. He’s never felt like this with another girl before, this feeling of home, the feeling of comfort. You’re colder than brisk winters, but something about having you in his arms makes him warm.

Your fingers comb through his locks, and although it’s doused in gel and spent hours on doing this morning, he doesn’t mind because he knows he’s yours. When you kiss him back, he’s as anxious as he was when he had to go on stage and perform in front of people for the first time.

Gently pulling away, both your lips are pink and swollen with a string of saliva connecting between. Pants brushing against each other’s face, a soft smile tugs on the edges of your lips as you feel heat creeping up your neck.

“I love you too,” he says, as low as a whisper. “And… I’m okay if you don’t say it again. You know how I show you that I love you… and I should’ve been better at learning what you’re comfortable with in showing how you love. But I still need you to help, too, to make this… better. I need you to talk to me, when you need me. When I need you. I need you to be here for me too.”

“Okay,” you respond, volume matching his. “If that’s the case, I love you. Just… as another reminder since I only said yes the first time.”

He lets out a chuckle, vibrating from his chest and everything about him makes your heart race. “Good. Can I show you how much I love you?”

“No,” you retort quickly and bashfully. But he knows you’re playing because you nod afterwards, allowing him to carry you to the couch. “Maybe.”

“I need a yes, love,” Mingyu says cheekily, face nuzzled into the crook of your neck. “You know I’m not going to go any further until I hear it.”

“Yes,” you reply embitterly, but Mingyu knows better now. He knows what you want, because all he needed was assurance. “Please show me how much you love me.”

And fuck, because he never knew how much he needed to hear those words all his life.

You’re so pretty when he has you stripped down to nothing, laid out on the leather couch of your living room; hair messy, mouth gaped open from all his teasing, and with an arm covering your face because it’s all too much for you. Mingyu is a passionate lover, you’ve come to recognize, and although it’s all an unfamiliar territory, you love him and you’re willing to step into the unknown.

“How am I doing?” He asks, as if he doesn’t have his head in between your legs and a grip on the meat of your thighs. He loves the taste of you, he reminds you plenty of times, but dirty talk coming from such an innocent face makes you slightly embarrassed. “Feels good?”

“Shut up,” you hiss, avoiding his infatuated stare. “Just… just fucking do it, you asshole.”

“What? Show you how much I love you?”

There’s a tornado in the pit of your stomach. He keeps saying things that make you awkward because you’ve never been loved like how Mingyu loves.

You don’t react, and this displeases him. Laying his tongue flat out against your cunt, he gives you another lick that lets a whimper escape from your lips. “Tell me, baby. Am I doing a good job?”

“Yes,” you croak, only because you feel like he’s got you in this position for so long. You’re so exposed, and he at least has his boxers to protect him like a shield, but you’re all out in the open. (Not to mention his fucking built body. He makes you feel so insecure about yours—how is this puppy looking boy so… wide? What the fuck?) “Can you… can you take that off?”

He leans up, tilting his head in confusion and now you can see how hard he is in his undergarments. “My… my boxers?”

“Yeah. I feel like… I’m the only one exposed here.”

He laughs. “Baby, we’ll get to that.”

“Now.”

Mingyu snorts. “Anything my baby wants.” He bumps foreheads with you gingerly, something he's always done playfully, and tugs off his boxers swiftly as requested. “Let me make you cum first and—“

“No,” you interject, eyes closed and biting down on your bottom lip. It's the only way to remain bold—to not look him in the eye because he’ll melt you like a stick of butter left on the kitchen counter. “Show me how you love me.”

Mingyu doesn’t hesitate to shuffle quickly through the little stash hidden on the first shelf underneath your coffee table (he likes to be prepared in every situation even though this is your apartment) and finally spots the condom he hid a week ago. Tearing it open rapidly, he gives himself a couple pumps that have beads of precum building at the top and slips the rubber on with ease. “Ready?”

“For you?” Mingyu gulps, because before today, you’ve rarely said anything that made his heart stutter. “Anything.”

With a push of the head of his cock into your heat, a quiet wince escapes from your lips and his chocolate orbs are saturated in apologies. He doesn’t want you to feel pain, especially not you, but even his efforts to loosen you up beforehand, you still manage to be so tight around him every time. It feels good to have you around him snugly, yet he knows the consequence of the beginning is the ache in between your legs from the first intrusion.

“I’m sorry, bub,” Mingyu presses a tender kiss on your forehead. “Bear with me, yeah?”

“Mm,” you hum dismissively, warming up when he finally slides himself all the way in. He stills, in fear that you’re hurt, but instead, you’re surprisely impatient as you cross your legs behind him and pull him close. Bringing your lips close to his ears, you breathe, “fuck me, baby.”

Mingyu laughs brightly, and your jaw clenches. “What?”

“After today, I’m not going to fuck you.” You quirk a brow. “I’m gonna make love to you.”

“Don’t make me throw up. You’re ruining the moment.”

He grins mischievously before pulling out and shoving himself back in swiftly that earns a groan from you. “Oh? Am I?”

“Stop playing, Mingyu,” you state sternly, but Mingyu is enjoying himself too much. “Or else you're not getting any for the month.”

Well, that does the trick.

He has his hands on your hips, pushed down against the seat cushions of your loveseat couch, hips once flushed against yours now thrusting into your throbbing pussy. God, you’re fucking done for, honestly, because he’s a pro with his hips when he angles it just right that he’s brushing against your swollen clit, hitting so deep into you.

“Fuck—“

“You curse too much, baby,” Mingyu puffs, pecking the side of your lips sloppily. “Everyone thinks I’m such a nice guy and when they meet my—fuck—g-girlfriend and find out how much of a dirty mouth she has, they’re always struck.”

“Too fucking bad,” you spit, fingers digging into the skin of his shoulders. He’s so big, stretching you with each shove, but you’d never tell him that or his ego would inflate. “Stop talking and fuck me harder.”

Mingyu loves. He loves and loves, and although you won’t pretend that he comes to your home often with crumpled pieces of papers with girls’ names and numbers on them that fall into the catch-all bowl by the door with his keys, you don’t forget that besotted daze he falls into the moment he sees you. So when you ask for something, he delivers without fail.

Abiding by your urge, his hips move briskly, pistoning into you as fast as he can. Biceps tense, you can’t help but let your hands slip there, gripping onto the muscle and has you wondering fuck, how did you get so lucky? He’s hot, cute, sweet, loving and geez, he could fuck. He’s so clumsy, so dumb sometimes, but he’s so freaking lovable it makes you sick. Lovesick.

His pretty eyes shut close, you notice, because those two cups of hot chocolate are gone and he’s chewing on his bottom lip as he groans, ends of his hair that brush over his eyes now drenched in sweat. His skin glistens underneath the dim lights, and he reminds you of the stars in the night sky—so gorgeous, so special. Always a sight to see.

“Fuck,” the not-so-innocent boy curses (even though he just said you curse too much) “Baby, you just got so tight. Are you about to cum?”

“Possibly,” you manage to say, still attempting to play games even though Mingyu could very so threaten to steal your orgasm away from the tip of your fingers. But when he slightly shifts in the midst of his pounding, you let out a raspy, “Almost,” because he’s rubbing against your nub incessantly that you’re losing all your focus.

When you finally see those stars, you let go.

Mingyu feels this, grunting when you convulse around his dick, head dropping to watch you tug and tug around him, begging for him to cum. Thankfully, it doesn’t take long because after a couple thrusts, he stills, spilling ropes of cum into the condom and dropping the entirety of his weight onto you, face snug into the crook of your neck once again.

“I—“

“You’re heavy.”

“Fuck, baby, we just had sex and that’s the first thing you say?”

He can’t see you, but there’s a smile on your face. “Yeah. And you got my couch all sticky from your sweat. Not to mention the cum. Are you gonna clean it after?”

Mingyu doesn’t care. He’s blissful. He’s happy. He knows you’re going to toss a damp rag at him later, despite his dick out and still drenched in your arousal, and tell him to ‘wipe down the fucking couch because that’s gross.’

All because he knows that you love him.

[newronantic]

HAIKYUU!! FICS

so this is mostly gonna be for myself to keep track of my favorite fics i’ve read, but hey if anyone else wants to check some of these out then thats great

MHA one is up!!

ill keep updating this as i read more, feel free to send me suggestions!

KageHina

plain as day - emleewrites

In which Hinata has spent the better part of the last twenty years putting his heart and soul into volleyball, hoping to be recognised, to be noticed. And yet he spends all these years also thinking of himself as rather plain, beyond his lack of height and bright hair, and not really noticeable at all.

In Transit - Mysecretfanmoments

Hinata finds that he likes standing close to Kageyama on buses and trains. It doesn't mean anything--probably. Maybe.

I like the way your clothes smell - Mysecretfanmoments

Power outages, ghost stories, and the presence of a certain orange-haired boy lead to bad decision-making on Tobio's part. He'd planned to keep his crush a secret; the universe has other plans.

Chaotic Neutral - akaraka

Who's this Kageyama person on twitter and is he gay?

1: Anonymous: see title

2: Anonymous: curry king

3: Anonymous >> 1: It's the curry king, obviously. Have you been using his memes this whole time without knowing who he was?

4: Anonymous: 1) Hinata Shouyou's boyfriend 2) See above

jellyfish - mysterytwin

At the beginning of his last year at Karasuno High School, Hinata Shouyou starts a list and calls it THINGS TO DO BEFORE GRADUATION, all with high hopes that he’ll be able to complete it before his time runs out.

TsukkiYama

Try This On For Size - CloudMonsta

A lot changed for Yamaguchi Tadashi over the course of high school. He started trying on dresses, for one.

The Great Yamaguchi-Tsukishima Split (Capitalization Necessary) - WyYeuw

"But no, the current situation isn’t normal. This situation requires the full attention of the team.

No, what’s really concerning this time around, is that Yamaguchi is the one ignoring Tsukishima.”

Yamaguchi confesses. Tsukishima fucks up—like, really fucks up. The volleyball club notices and loses a week’s worth of practice.

IwaOi

Terrarium - sausaged

He's practically a professional at being proactive (lies, lies, and lies when it comes to Iwaizumi).

At this point, is he really happy with just staying best friends forever? Will he be writing journals and collecting rocks forever (he will, he knows, but that is aside from the point)?

Can he really tag his Instagram photos with #YOLO if he doesn't actually put that phrase into practice?

A story about Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, plants, and rocks.

They Say it Rain Diamonds on Jupiter - exsao

"You're in love with him."

Hajime considers denying it. He considers deliberately choking on his drink to express surprise, to create a distraction by spitting onto the man in front of him's pristine white shirt and causing a commotion. Instead, he swallows his mouthful of soda and heaves a small sigh once his mouth is free.

"Yeah," he says instead.

He's never been good at lying, anyway.

bait and switch - Stylographic_Blue_Rhapsody

Oikawa's university volleyball team knows he's in a long-distance relationship with someone from high school. They imagine a sweet-faced girl that matches his sarcasm with patience. They are so incredibly wrong.

my heart is where it’s always been - foreverautumn

Iwaizumi places his phone down carefully.

Oikawa. Pining after someone. There’s no way.

(Iwaizumi knows he shouldn’t care who Oikawa might have feelings for, but within the span of three days, it’s somehow the only thing he can think about.)

KuroKen

Beautiful People Will Ruin Your Life - todxrxki

Kuroo Tetsurou runs a private Twitter account where he's constantly tweeting about how desperately in love he is with Kozume Kenma. Little does he know that Kenma sees all the tweets and keeps referencing the account in an attempt to get Kuroo to confess to him. / Or, five times Kuroo didn't notice Kenma hinting about his private Twitter account, and one time he finally did.

the things that get caught in the valves of his heart - ghostpot

Emotional competency is not exactly Kuroo's strong suit. Kenma finds it quite amusing.

Accidentally In Love - todxrxki

Kuroo frowns, but then slowly, the corners of his mouth lift up into a smirk. "Well, if it's so unbelievable, why don't we give it a try?"

Kenma glances up at him curiously. "What do you mean?"

"Let's do the 36 questions to fall in love," Kuroo says, still smirking stupidly. "If we don't fall in love, then you're right, it's bullshit. But if we do somehow..." Kuroo waggles his eyebrows. "Then I win." / Kuroo decides he and Kenma should do the 36 questions to fall in love as a joke, but they both start to realize they might actually be in love already.

the galaxy is endless (i thought we were, too) - cosmogony

TW: major character death

Kuroken AU where the last words your soulmate will say to you appear on your skin when you turn 16, and how Kenma and Kuroo learn what this means over the course of their lives

even if you’re ahead for a bit, i will catch up - ghostpot

Kuroo first confesses when they're sticky-fingered, wide-eyed kids, and subsequently every day after that. Kenma takes a while to come around.

you’re the brake lines failing (as my car swerves off the freeway) - ghostpot

Kenma thinks that Kuroo looks ugly with his head bent against the arm of the couch like that. Then Kenma thinks that he wants to marry him, and is promptly thrown into the 5 stages of grief.

teach me the way home - icespyders

“Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because —

because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long

and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station

when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.”

Kuroo and Kenma grow up in transit.

in this universe - crossbelladonna

Living with Kuroo is sometimes, just like this. It always feels surreal like he's living half a world and a lot of things rush by too quickly. Kenma feels like he'd watched him come and go in a blink, eyes wide and wordless as the shared space went snug in an instant and far larger in the next.

All this, and a glass of water.

Beginning’s End - todxrxki

Somehow over the course of Kenma's lifetime, he’s never really had an opportunity to miss Kuroo. He’s always been there. Even when they went to different schools, Kuroo would meet him afterwards so they could walk home together, shoulders brushing, Kuroo occasionally taking the opportunity to guide him when his nose was buried in the newest video game. The thought of Kuroo not being there anymore is uncomfortable, to say the least. / Kozume Kenma's third year and the changes the year brings in himself and his relationship with Kuroo Tetsurou.

All I Want for Christmas is You - todxrxki

“Kuro,” he says. “You’re a single guy.”

“Yeah, great, thanks for pointing that out.”

“And my parents already know you, plus they already know you like guys or whatever so… what if you pretended to be my date for Christmas dinner?” / In which Kenma recruits his housemate and best friend Kuroo to be his fake date for Christmas.

BokuAka

just to miss the sun - rosevtea

Everything begins to implode when MSBY Jackals outside hitter Bokuto Koutarou crashes Akaashi's livestream.

Operation BokuAka - kazzydolyn

After spending two whole years watching Bokuto and Akaashi pine for one another, the rest of the Fukuroudani Volleyball Club has had enough. When everyone meets up for a reunion dinner, the team decides to play matchmaker and finally get the two of them together. Unfortunately, their plan starts to fall apart when they discover that Akaashi is already dating someone. And apparently so is Bokuto. What a strange coincidence.

bitter - silvercistern

He accepted his classmate's chocolates gracefully, then declared his lack of interest with as much dignity as he could muster. She deserved the courtesy. At least she'd acknowledged that Valentine's Day was all about her, and not about him in the slightest.

Because if any of these girls had taken the time to actually get to know him, they’d quickly realize something even more important than his lack of interest in girls.

And that was that Akaashi hated sweets.

In Another Life - LittleLuxray

TW: major character death

Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too.

The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write.

120% yes - pissedofsandwich

TOKYO FRANCHISE COMING SOON @OnigiriMiya

in reply to @bokkun_official 

Congratulations! In celebration of your historic engagement, please DM us so we can send you a free membership code with a 25% discount on every fourth purchase!

Kissing Ace - karasunovolleygays

It happens right after training camp.

Akaashi Keiji has a secret he has guarded since he was a child. He won’t go so far as to call it a fear, but more of an aspect of himself of which he is horribly mortified. No one on the team knows about it, and Akaashi does his best to keep it that way.

But years of dodging hugs and casual contact come to naught in the blink of an eye and the swipe of a hand.

daisy rings and frivolous things (i am deliriously in love with you) - gabstar

Akaashi Keiji is in love. Bokuto Koutarou is a star. Everyone on Fukurodani has a gambling problem.

SakuAtsu

The MSBY Black Jackals Read Thirst Tweets - isaksara (syailendra)

Sakusa’s eyes are very dark naturally, sucking in all surrounding rays of light and crushing them in his pupils. For an athlete, he is rather pale. His lips look very pink in comparison. Atsumu is suddenly catastrophically aware that in this instance, ‘accent’ is a euphemism. “Good enough for your Olympic-size ego, Miya?”

(In which Atsumu realizes that he is attracted to Sakusa Kiyoomi in the most inconvenient way possible.)

A Liar’s Truth - internetpistol

In which Sakusa Kiyoomi is raised to believe that gay people go to hell but then takes one look at Miya Atsumu and thinks, then why the hell did God make them so fucking hot?

[xoxo-teddybear]

Birthday Bummer - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, Cursing, Fluff, cheating accusations, jealous Katsuki

Summary: You love your boyfriend! You do! And he loves you! However he’s always busy. You understand being a pro can be very occupational but when he does have days off, he spends them either training to doing some paper work. Doing everything he can to get ahead, and you of course support him! But sometimes you miss him and sometimes he misses..a lot

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“Oh? You’re not gonna be able to make it again?” You said with sadness laced in your voice. The phone in your hand felt like led in your shaking palm as you spoke to your boyfriend.

“Yeah. I’m so sorry Teddy Bear. Endeavor won’t let me off especially with all the damaged I caused during our last battle.” He explained. Your lip began to quiver but you bit it to hide your expression.

“It’s fine, Suki. Really. I understand, you’re a hero and you’re busy. Don’t worry about it, Love.” You said with a reassuring tone.

“Are you already at the restaurant?” He asked with worry.

“No, I didn’t even leave the house yet. I was still getting ready. I was actually gonna text you to tell you I was gonna be a little late, but..yeah.” You said. Bakugou sighed in sadness.

“I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you baby.” Another empty promise. You licked your lips at his words and gave a disappointed sigh.

“Ok.” You replied.

“I love you.” He sweetly said.

“I love you too.”

“Bye Y/N!” Kirishima said from the other side of the phone.

“Shitty Hair said ‘bye’” Bakugou said, relaying the message.

“Heh, bye Kiri.” You said and hung up. You placed the phone down on the table and bounced your leg up and down as you let your head rest in your hand.

Of course. Like usual, Katsuki blew you off again for work. It’s not like it’s his fault but he never seems to turn his agency down. You understand that being a hero requires diligent work and good ethics but your boyfriend would always drop everything for work whenever, wherever. That includes you.

“Excuse me, Miss?”

You looked up to the man who was dressed in a clean suit with a white apron. “Would you like anything else?”

“Ha, I mean..unless you can get my date here, then just the check.” You joked. The kind waiter placed an understanding hand on your shoulder before placing down the bill. You sipped from your champagne glass and payed before grabbing your purse and walking out of the fancy restaurant. Maybe if your boyfriend were here, you would be getting in his car with him to go home, but instead, you were driving your own and sitting by yourself. You began your drive home to the empty house.

The usual. Katsuki blows you off for work, tries to make it up to you with something special, fails to show up for that, repeat cycle. This time..it was different though. It was supposed to be your special day. It was your birthday.

You hoped he would’ve remembered. I mean, it’s not like this was your first birthday with him. This was going to be your 4th birthday with him! And he forgot! And you would’ve let it slide had it not been for the fact that he had been blowing you off more and more for work. You understand he’s a pro and you get that with the sudden splurge of crime in Musutafu he’s been way busier but he didn’t even spare you a little “Happy Birthday, babe.”

As you pulled into the driveway, you looked at the doorway and saw an edible arrangement! Your eyes lit up as you ran out the car and went to examine the gift. Unfortunately, as you read the gift card, you saw it was from Mina and not Katsuki. You smiled nonetheless, appreciative of the gift.

You brought it in and enjoyed the sweet treats in the basket with a sad smile. You left it on the dining table along with all the other gifts. A beautiful set of rings, a new dress, a heart holding teddy bear, and a bouquet of roses from your father. You were always a daddy’s girl. You and your father were extremely close and only grew closer once you lost your mother. Growing up an only child, your father was your best friend. You loved him dearly. As you examined the flowers, you couldn’t help but notice his note that put a smile on your face.

Hello my Sweet Angel, Y/N. It’s been another year of you being in my life and I couldn’t be happier to have been blessed with you. I hope these roses will suffice but I know they pale in comparison to your beauty. I hope you enjoy this marvelous day and I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to spend it with you as we usually do. I love you Y/N

-Daddy

You called your father to thank him for the roses and to have a conversation with him. You hadn’t talked to many people today despite it being your birthday so talking to one of your favorite people should bring your mood to a better place.

“Alright, I should get going now. It’s pretty late and you need your rest.” You reminded your father.

“Of course dear. Have a nice night, goodnight sweetie.”

“Okay, goodnight Daddy!” You chirped.

“Goodnight!”

You enjoyed speaking to your father and you definitely did feel your mood brighten until you noticed a text from Katsuki. You foolishly hoped it was a last minute birthday mention but of course you were wrong.

‘I’ll be home soon, princess. Mind getting dinner started? Thanks <3’

You could only sigh and feel your mood drop once more.

Afterwards, you chose to ignore his request and went to your shared bedroom. You stripped out of your gorgeous outfit and took off your makeup that you spent hours on. You hoped Katsuki would’ve gotten to see you all dolled up for your special day but things happen..you guess. You ran a hot bath for yourself and filled it with all types of scented bath salts, soaps, and flower petals. You lit a few candles and set them up all pretty around the tub and hopped in, relishing in the warmth that wrapped around you. All you wanted to do was forget about today.

—

Bakugou walked through the door exhausted from the day’s work. He took a shower at the agency and was all set and dressed in a comfy tee and a pair of sweats. He dropped his case at the door and walked in, expecting dinner for him on the island, but instead was met with a bunch of gifts. He stood shocked but chuckled to himself at the thought of you doing such a nice thing for him out of nowhere. He guesses that this was better than dinner.

He walked to the gifts and examined them. An edible arrangement that seemed to be eaten? Rings that were obviously for a woman? A dress? Okay, by now he realized that these gift must’ve been for you but for what? He continued to look through the gifts and noticed the lovey dovey Teddy Bear and bouquet. He grew a little irked at the gifts that one would deem romantic but what really sent it was the note. The words made his blood boil and when he saw the note was signed “Daddy,” he exploded.

“Is she…” as Bakugou thought about it, he came to the conclusion that you must’ve been cheating on him with some sugar daddy. The gifts, the dress, the rings, the note?! It gave him all the signs. In a raging fit, he took the basket and slammed it to the floor. He ripped apart the Teddy Bear, tossed the rings, singed the dress, and stomped on the beautiful roses. Finally, he made his way to search for you as he spoke to himself. “Oh that cheating fucking bitch.”

—

You were all set with your bath and had already dried your hair. You were dressed in your favorite silk set as you laid on the king sized bed. Suddenly, the door busted open and your boyfriend walked through the door, and he was pissed.

“Katsuki! The door!” You exclaimed before Bakugou made his way over to you.

“Am I not enough for you?!” He screamed. You looked at him in silent confusion and your pause urged him to continue. “What?! Do I not make enough money to your liking?! Well sorry if I can’t fucking spoil you! I just thought you would’ve appreciated my fucking efforts a little damn more considering you don’t have to work at all!”

“Katsuki, what the hell are you talking about?” You questioned, sitting up a little straighter.

“I’m talking about you fucking cheating on me! You think I wouldn’t notice all the fucking gifts you got for spreading your legs for some rich bastard?!” He asked and threw your gifted dress on your lap. You looked at it in shock as you ran your fingers across the singes. “Why don’t you take that fucking dress and the rest of your stupid gifts, and get the fuck out of this ho-“

Without letting him finish, you pushed his chest away and ran downstairs to the island. You set your eyes on the island and you stopped in your tracks, covering your open mouth with your hands in shock. Bakugou followed you down the stairs so he could see your reaction to having your gifts ruined, thinking it was exactly what you deserved for “cheating.”

“No, no, no!” You said an ran to the scattered gifts, trying to collect them as best as you could. Tears fell down your face as you looked at all the broken pieces in your hand. It wasn’t that you cared about receiving gifts, it was that these gifts were from people who cared enough to remember the day you came into this world. A day your own boyfriend couldn’t even remember this year. You found the crushed bouquet and held it against your chest. A gift from your dear father, ruined.

“What is wrong with you?” You tearfully asked the blonde behind you. You stood on your feet as he smirked at you with crossed arms and scoffed.

“What’s wrong with you? Fucking cheating on me with some sugar daddy?! And don’t even try to lie your way out of this shit, I read the fucking card.” He stated. You gawked at him in confusion and looked around as if he was crazy.

“The bouquet was from my father, Bakugou! Not my fucking sugar daddy! I don’t fucking have one, you prick!” Your words made Bakugou’s eyes pop as his arms uncrossed and slowly fell to his sides.

“W-What?” He asked.

“My father! The roses were from my father! The edible arrangement was from Mina, the rings were from Momo, the teddy bear was from Kirishima, and the dress was from Jirou! They gave me these gifts because it’s my birthday! Remember?!”

Bakugou immediately felt guilt build up in his chest. A little relief with that fact that you weren’t cheating, but immediate guilt for accusing you of doing so, telling you to leave, breaking your gifts, and forgetting your birthday.

“Y-Y/N I-“

“Save it Bakugou. You want me to leave so bad? Then I’ll go.” With that, you slammed the destroyed flowers into his chest and ran to the bedroom to change and pack a small bag with Bakugou following your trail.

“Y/N! No, wait!” He shouted and chased after you. Before he could grab hold of you, you made it into the room and slammed the door in his face before locking it. “Baby! C’mon, open the door! I’m sorry!”

“Leave me alone!” You said as you changed.

“No! Baby, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I forgot your birthday, I’m sorry I accused you of cheating, I’m sorry I ruined your special day. Please just let me in to fix this!” He begged. You finally opened the door with an angry look. “Baby! Thank go-“

“You can’t fix this, Bakugou!” You said with tears poking at the ends of your eyes. His heart began to ache when he noticed them and the bag you carried. Not only that but ever since you started calling him Bakugou again, he felt weak.

“Baby..it’s Katsuki.” He said trying to reach out for you but you snatched your hand away.

“Don’t call me that and as of right now, no it’s not!” You tried to walk away but Bakugou grabbed onto your waist to stop you.

“Y/N, stop, please. Look, you don’t have to go, just stay here and we can talk about this. Please we don’t even have to talk, just stay here. I’ll sleep in the guest room just don’t go, please.” He pleaded with soft tears. You bit your lip before calming down and speaking to him.

“Katsuki, I can’t be around you right now.” You said with a broken voice. “I just need some space…please.”

Katsuki still refused to let you go and so you stood there for what felt like forever. Eventually, you felt his hold weaken and so you pulled his arms off before walking away. Bakugou quietly followed you to the exit and before you left, Bakugou grabbed your wrist.

“I’m sorry. Please..let me fix this.” He said with tears running down his eyes. You froze before going in to make a move. You sighed and placed your hands on his face and wiped away his tears with your thumb. Bakugou took the opportunity to hold you in his arms once more as he leaned in to your touch. You pulled his face in and pecked his cheek before placing your hand on the knob once more.

“We’ll talk when I get back.” You softly said. You didn’t bother to see his response before you shut the door and got in your car to drive away.

Talk about a birthday bummer.

A/N: UGH, HORRIBLE ENDING

Tag list: @sxcker4you @aomi04 @tessabrown101

[helpimhyperfixating]

Spilled Tea - Jotaro x Reader

Word Count: 6235

After a long week, it was finally Friday. College had been gruelling and despite being let out before noon today, it took you until around seven thirty to finish your work in preparation for the next week.

So now here you sat, in your apartment dorm. You were in the comfy chair in the corner, reading a book that you had started to get into last week. Your eyes weren't really cooperating after a full day of working, but you tried nonetheless and read at a comfortable snail's pace.

That was, until about eight thirty when the door was slammed open.

Surprised, you looked up from your book only for your eyes to widen slightly. Stumbling inside was your roommate, her face in the process of being swallowed by her girlfriend.

Working hard to take off each other's coats, they just dumped them on the floor as they never broke their make-out session, not even noticing you were there in the corner since they only had eyes for each other.

As she walked backwards, your roommate took off her girlfriend's shirt and you were quick to turn your head away, placing a hand on the side of your face to act as blinders as you looked at the floor with wide-blown eyes.

Thank god they walked away from the main room and towards their bedroom, allowing you to take a breath of relief.

Your roommate had told you she was going out on a date today and you had even complimented her on her outfit, but you certainly hadn't expected this.

There was an embarrassed blush on your face at what you just witnessed. You were actually pretty sure they didn't even know you were also here. Or your roommate forgot you existed in the heat of the moment.

You wanted to snicker at that, but the noise was stifled in your throat when you heard a thump of a body being pushed against the door, followed by a low moan.

Taking that as your que, you slammed your book closed as your cheeks burned, quickly walking over to the door and putting on your shoes, opening the door and rushing out of your shared apartment with your coat in hand and one shoe still half on. You figured it was probably best to give them some... ahem... privacy.

- - - -

Having properly gotten on your shoe and coat, you were now just walking around on the streets.

The wind was nipping at your exposed skin while all you could really do was stare at the ground as you walked. You knew that you probably shouldn't get back to your apartment dorm for a while.

About a week or so ago, your roommate's girlfriend came by and started happily chatting with you when your roommate was out buying dinner. She was nice and you really liked her, but she tended to overshare a few things. Such as how 'she and Lily hadn't 'done it' in quite a while and once she got her hands on Li, they'd go all night long.'

Just thinking back on that conversation and what you witnessed ten minutes ago made you squirm a bit from embarrassment. If they wanted to do it then they should go for it. You just wished they'd done it not when you were around.

And now here you were. Walking outside in the frigid night air, your path illuminated by street lamps and the moon.

You couldn't walk outside all night long. You knew that. But what options did you have? Go back in a while in the hopes they were done? Go back regardless of whether they were done or not and just toughen it out if they weren't? Go and rent a hotel room for one night and waste your money on that? No, all of those were bad.

Looking up, you noticed your feet had automatically dragged you to the play park on a twenty minute walking distance from campus. You hung out here with Jotaro all the time, standing around quietly or sitting on the swings as you talked, you lightly swinging while Jotaro just swayed a bit.

That's when it hit you. Of course! Maybe you could go to Jotaro! He lived alone. Maybe he wouldn't mind letting you crash on his couch for one night. He wouldn't, right?

Looking at your watch, you raised your brows in a little bit of a panic. It was getting close to nine o'clock now. If you didn't hurry, you would arrive too late and wake him up from sleeping, disturbing his sleep schedule. You really wanted to avoid doing that.

So, with a pep in your step, you started speed-walking in the direction of his apartment complex.

Ten minutes later you stood in front of his door and anxiously knocked on the wood. After a second or so, you heard some shuffling and not long after, the door opened, revealing Jotaro.

He had an annoyed scowl on his face, his hat nowhere in sight as he stood in casual clothes; sweat-pants and a black t-shirt.

"Pipsqueak." His scowl softened a little as he laid his eyes on you, seeing your nervous form in front of him as you looked at the floor.

"H-Hi." You attempted a smile but it came out a little more awkward.

"What are you doing here?" Jotaro asked the question as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned into the doorpost.

Letting out a breath, you just deflated, slumping over and just looking at the ground defeatedly. "Can I crash at your place tonight? I'd prefer to not go home for today." Raising your head up and straightening your back, you looked up to see him with a raised brow. "I can just take the couch or a chair or even the floor! And if you want I'll be gone as soon as morning comes so you won't even know I'm he-" Jotaro shut you up by putting his finger to your lips.

"Just shut up and come inside." He took a sidestep so you could pass him in the doorway, although you had to say it was a bit of a squeeze, your body accidentally brushing past his as he didn't bother moving out of the doorway to let you in.

Once you were inside, he closed the door behind you and just waited as you took off your coat and shoes, shooing you further into his dorm once you did.

"Sit." He pointed at the couch and you quickly did as he said, sitting down while he went over to his kitchenette, starting to put on a kettle for tea.

There was a bit of an awkward silence as you waited for the water to boil, the two of you too far apart to be able to converse without raising your voice so instead opting to stay silent.

Pretty soon, the kettle was whistling and Jotaro poured two mugs of tea, walking over and setting it down in front of you before placing his own cup down beside it and sitting next to you.

This surprised you slightly since he had always taken a seat opposite to you. To be fair, whenever you came over, you had always sat down in one of the two chairs he had opposite his couch, but still. Your mind drifted to what you saw tonight, what caused you to come here in the first place and for a split second you wondered if Jotaro had other intentions but you quickly shook your head to get that thought out. Jotaro did not like women. Just because you were his friend did not mean he was automatically in love with you.

"You alright?" Jotaro suddenly spoke up from beside you. He had seen your cheeks flush slightly before you shook your head and was curious what that was about. Were you thinking about him?

"Yep!" You squeaked, leaning forward to grab your tea and hiding your face behind the mug and steam. He always had these giant mugs that were perfect for holding and warming your hands on, now functioning even better since you could hide your face behind the massive thing. "Thank you for the tea and for letting me in." You muttered, your lips pressed against the rim of the cup.

Jotaro just hummed in reply before shifting a little so he could face you. "Why did you need to come here? Had a fight with your roommate?"

You lowered the cup a little and rested it on your thigh, laughing a little awkwardly. "Aha, yeah about that. No, I didn't get into a fight, she's still great. Uh, no, Lily went out on a date with her girlfriend tonight and uh, well what I didn't expect was them both coming home, right in the process of... Y'know."

"I know?" He raised his eyebrow at you.

"Y-Yeah, you know..." You stuck out your chin a bit, waving your hand in a circle as if that would make him understand what you were implying.

"Sex?"

"Y-yEs! You don't have to go out and say it so bluntly!" You frantically called out. "And, they were in the process of it, not there yet." You mumbled afterwards as you looked off to the side.

A deep chuckle sounded from your left and you turned your head to see Jotaro giving you a teasing smirk. "I didn't expect you to even know what sex was."

"W-What is that supposed to mean?!" You called back, undignified.

Jotaro just shrugged, the smirk still on his face. "With how you are. I mean, you can't even say the word."

"I-I can say it." You pouted, your cheeks flushing deeply.

"Really? Then say it."

"Why?"

"Say. It." Jotaro leaned towards you, looking into your eyes.

Having him lean so close to you flustered you and you needed to get him to back up lest you explode. "Fine! They were gonna have sex and I didn't want to be there to hear it! There, good?" You broke the eye contact and bashfully looked to your right.

"Mhm." Jotaro hummed in reply, seemingly satisfied as he sat back up, taking a sip of his tea as he leaned into the backrest of the couch. "You should've stayed around, maybe you'd have learned something from it." He commented offhandedly and you snapped your head towards him, your cheeks burning hotter than ever.

"What!? No! I- I- I- No! Just no!" You protested fervently. Either he meant you would be there to listen to their noises or he was implying that you should join them. Neither were one you were up for!

"See? You're too innocent." Jotaro scoffed amusedly, bringing his cup back to his face.

"You're mean." You pouted softly, trying to calm your heart so blood would stop rushing to your face.

"And you're dense." Jotaro retorted and you sent him a questioning glare, getting no answer in return as you just looked at each other in silence. "You can sleep here on the couch." He then said after a bit.

"Thanks." You smiled, having calmed down a little.

"I'll go get you a spare blanket." He put his cup down on the coffee table and got up with a small grunt, walking out of the main room and into the hall, presumably going to his bedroom to get the blanket.

You took a small sip of the steaming tea in the meanwhile, lowering the cup to sit on your thigh again as you waited.

About a minute or two later, Jotaro returned with a thick fluffy blanket in hand and you smiled at him, standing up to make room for the blanket, only to have your smile wiped off your face as that action caused you to tip over your mug.

The scalding tea splashed over your entire stomach and part of your left arm and a panicked and pained noise left your throat, sounding more like a drawn out grunt than a scream.

Jotaro's eyes widened and he immediately rushed over, throwing the blanket on the couch and taking the mug from your right hand, setting it down quickly before placing a hand on your shoulder and one on your good arm, looking you over.

Your breathing was fast and you quickly went to grab the hem of your shirt but Jotaro grabbed your wrist. "Don't!" He said in alarm. "Just stay here." He quickly let you go and rushed over to the kitchenette.

Grabbing a washcloth, he immediately held it under cold water, sending you a glance before quickly turning off the tap, going back over to you.

Your hands were shaking a little as you went to pick at the fabric of your shirt, trying to lift it off for at least some sort of relief. Right as you grasped it, your hand was grabbed instead and you looked up with a start to see Jotaro shaking his head at you, telling you to not do that.

He lifted your hand away from your shirt, crouching in front of you and pressing the wet washcloth to your stomach.

The water started soaking into your shirt, the coolness of it contrasting with the scalding tea, bringing some much needed relief.

Jotaro's hand was on your hip as he used it to be able to put more pressure on the cloth, wringing the water out as he dabbed it across the stain on your belly.

After a bit, he got up and re-watered the cloth before returning to the position he was in before, continuing to dab.

You hissed a little at the pain it brought when he pressed it on again before starting to chuckle through it. "I'm sorry, that was really stupid." You laughed through the pain, hearing Jotaro sigh as he sat in front of you.

"It was."

"Oi!" You lightly pushed his forearm in retaliation but it did nothing as he didn't even move a finger on your hip. "Aren't you supposed to reassure the person in pain instead of agree?"

"For once, you are right about something. I can't undersell that accomplishment." He tilted his head up a little, allowing you to see the small and teasing smirk on his face as he looked at you through his lashes.

"You're mean."

"And you're still dense. Give me your arm." Jotaro released your hip and held out his hand in front of you. You obliged and he grabbed hold of your hand, pulling your arm a little more in front of himself so he could press the washcloth onto your forearm.

After a minute or so, seeing that it was sufficiently cooled down, Jotaro got up from his crouching position.

"Take off your shirt." He said before letting you go and turning around, walking over to the kitchenette and holding the washcloth under the cold water again. He looked back as he was doing that, seeing you still in the same position, yet looking at him with wide eyes. "Take off your shirt, now." He commanded firmly and you started a bit in place. The seriousness and urgency in his voice caused you to hustle and you started to pull your shirt over your head.

As the fabric rubbed past your burnt and irritated skin, you hissed slightly, especially when the cool air rushed past it. Pulling your right arm out of the sleeve, you were just left with your left arm, the wet cloth sticking a bit to your skin. Yet, thanks to the cool water Jotaro had dabbed on it, you managed to peel it off of yourself without doing more damage by taking your skin with it.

You were so focused on getting your shirt off without hurting yourself that you didn't even notice Jotaro had already moved back to standing in front of you.

As he looked down at you, he swallowed audibly, seeing you standing in your bra in front of him. He had momentarily forgotten that if you were to take off your shirt, you would be standing here in front of him like this. He inwardly cursed himself for leaving his hat in his room, making him unable to hide his blushing face. So instead, he opted to just look down.

"Come, it's best to hold your arm directly under the water." Jotaro seemed to appear out of nowhere for you as he grabbed a hold of your right wrist, pulling you with him over to the sink and positioning you in front of it before turning you to your right so you were standing sideways. He turned on the tap and moved your burnt arm under it before letting go.

He got down on his haunches again in front of you, once again taking hold of your hip while now pressing the washcloth to your bare skin.

It was cold and made the muscles of your stomach flinch, making you giggle a bit nervously. Jotaro looked up for a second upon hearing that but he soon averted his eyes back to your stomach, just looking at the scalded skin where the tea hit. Cause damn, looking up at you from this angle he uh...

You had no idea where to put your right arm, just awkwardly holding it crossed over your chest as you looked to what Jotaro was doing. His face was so close to your bare stomach, you were having a really hard time staying composed, trying not to burst from all the blood rushing to your head.

With your awkward position however, your elbow was in front of part of your stomach. So, to help himself and you, Jotaro took hold of your right arm, moving it until your hand was resting on his shoulder, letting go and leaving it there as he placed his hand back on your hip once again; though it was a little bit higher than before, his thumb and pointer finger now 'accidentally' resting above the hem of your pants.

"You really are an idiot sometimes." Jotaro softly sighed, re-wetting the washcloth in the bowl of water he had next to him. You hadn't even seen him get it.

"As much as I want to object to that, I can't." You chuckled, trying your best to appear normal despite being flustered beyond reason. Clearing your throat, you turned your gaze from watching Jotaro's actions to watching the water pouring down on your forearm. "Can- can I turn the water off? My arm is starting to freeze off."

"Leave it for a bit longer." Jotaro commented offhandedly and you bit your lip a bit. It was starting to get really uncomfortable and you were very tempted to just pull it away. Yet you also knew Jotaro wouldn't take your bullshit and would have no problems with shoving your arm under there again.

You suddenly jumped when Jotaro moved to rest his hand on the small of your back. You caught his gaze and he had raised an eyebrow teasingly. It was always a small joke between the two of you how jumpy you were, where Jotaro was always quick to point out when you startled. But right now, while he still had a teasing look in his eyes, he didn't say anything. It might have had something to do with the slightly rosy colour on his cheeks, but then again, how could you blame him? You'd get embarrassed with anyone if you had to do what he was doing for you right now.

Jotaro continued to press the washcloth to your stomach, now spreading his hand flat and keeping it still on your stomach for a bit.

"I'm sorry but I gotta-" You broke the small silence and removed your arm from under the running water, turning the tap off. "Not only is my arm going to get hypothermia, your water bill is gonna be through the roof."

"Don't worry about my bills dumbass. And, while you can get hypothermia, your arm can't."

"Oh, hurr, hurr. Leave me and my burnt arm to make dumb statements. It's been a long day and I'm tired okay?" You pouted a little, looking off to the side.

"Yare yare daze. You're a piece of work. Keep dabbing it." Jotaro put the washcloth in the bowl of water one last time before shoving it in your right hand. With that, he stood up straight, moving away from you and back into the hallway, going to do whatever.

The moment he was out of sight, you burst; letting out the breath you had been unconsciously holding back for god knows how long. Clutching your head, you freaked a bit as you processed what was going on.

You were in your best friend's house, standing in his kitchen in just your bra. Not only that, but he had been gently taking care of you after you were being an idiot! And, though it was most likely the 'having witnessed your roommate going to have sex in the room right next to you', you couldn't help but think of how the position he had been sitting in was very suggestive. Ah! God! Why must you think this way?! He was your best friend! You can't ruin your relationship with him by having a crush on him!

What were you going to do? What were you going to do? What were you going to do?!

"I thought I told you to keep dabbing." Jotaro's voice cut through the silence, scaring your soul out of your body and making you shoot up straight, which in turn made you whine a little in pain since it stretched the skin on your belly.

Jotaro let out a long sigh as he approached. He had a few items in his hand and placed them down on the counter next to him. You noted an ointment that would help with burns, bandaging and a black T-shirt, most likely pulled directly from his drawer.

"It's really not that bad, Jotaro. It was just some hot tea, It's already just a dull pain, I'll be fine tomorrow." You tried, finding the items a little excessive.

"Shut up." Jotaro spoke but as he did, his eyes slowly glid over your exposed torso, almost as if he was taking it all in after stepping away for a bit. Instinctually, you crossed your arms over your chest, making him snap out of his state. "I don't care, I'm putting it on." He spoke nonchalantly, yet there now was a visible blush on his cheeks upon having been caught staring.

"Y-You're putting it on?!"

"Yes, I don't trust you with it." Jotaro tried to clear the atmosphere with his joke but you were too far gone in your embarrassment. So far even that you didn't realise Jotaro had grabbed your arm and the crème until he already started rubbing it on.

"Ah!" You hissed through your teeth, automatically trying to pull your arm away, only to fail heavily because Jotaro still had a firm hold of it.

"Don't squirm, it'll make it harder." He spoke, completely focused on your arm, and you stopped.

His touch was rough with how he was holding onto your arm, yet surprisingly gentle with how carefully he slathered the crème onto your sensitive skin.

"Jotaro... I-" You started but then stopped. You had no idea what to say.

The man in question had raised his gaze when you spoke his name, but diverted his attention again when you didn't continue, instead grabbing the roll of bandaging.

Without a word, he started wrapping it around your burnt arm, making sure to securely pack your entire forearm where you were hit.

"There, now you can move your arm without worrying about being a dumbass and chafing it past stuff."

You opened your mouth to protest, one finger in the air, but then you realised. "Okay yea, that is a thing I would do, you win with this one."

Jotaro scoffed at that and to retaliate, you yanked the little curl that always dangled in front of his face, earning an angry growl from him. Or at least, what you thought was an angry growl.

"Careful, Y/N." He warned and you stuck out your tongue at him. God, he nearly lost his self-control with that. Oh, how he wanted to be able to shut your smart mouth up by slamming his lips to yours, pushing that tongue back in with his own and kissing you until you saw stars and had to cling to him for support. But he refrained himself, instead focusing on putting the burn crème on your stomach.

"If- if you want I can do that myself."

"No." Was his only answer as he crouched back down in front of you. "Put your hands on my shoulders." He then said and you decided to just do as he asked, placing your hands on his shoulders which kept them out of Jotaro's way for him.

Squirting some of the crème on the fingers of his right hand, he grabbed a hold of your hip once more, holding on firmly as he put the cold ointment on your skin.

You once again flinched slightly and before either of you knew what he was doing, Jotaro had placed a featherlight kiss on your stomach to soothe you.

"J-Jotaro?" You squeaked, slightly squeezing his shoulders in surprise.

All the while, Jotaro didn't even notice, for he had whole other things going on in his head. 'FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK, WHY DID I DO THAT?!? Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.'

His head was tilted down so you wouldn't be able to see his flustered wide-eyed panic. What was he supposed to do now? What the hell did he just do?! Should he pretend it never happened? Own up and continue? Throw you out of his dorm in a panic and hope that would solve things? No, he still wasn't done treating you, he couldn't do that. His eyes drifted back to your stomach where only a small part of it was covered in the crème.

God, it... felt... good though. Feeling your soft skin under his lips, the warmth radiating from your body. He wanted to do it again so bad... Only to then trail his way up until he reached your lips. Looking into your eyes for a moment before pressing his lips to yours in a silent confession, one that you would accept and return with ferver. It was almost as if he could feel the tingling of your lips on his, making his breathing turn a little bit heavier.

A small squeak made him shake himself out of his daydream and he looked up at you as to why you made the noise only for him to choke on his own saliva.

"STAR!"

Jotaro's voice nearly cracked as he jumped to his feet, seeing the Stand kissing you.

The big purple ghost had his hands on the sides of your face, breaking the kiss as he heard Jotaro's panicked cry and looking back over his shoulder questioningly.

Your eyes were just wide; confusion and fright being the main two emotions on your face, though your cheeks were visibly VERY dark from how heavily you were blushing. But then again, who could blame you. You couldn't see Stands and were therefore just kissed by nothing.

Jotaro tried to push the Stand away, but of course, with it being a Stand, his arms just passed right through. Star Platinum understood the command of his user though and he quickly let go of your face, moving back to hover over the counter with a guilty look. Was he not supposed to do that? He felt the desire in Jotaro's soul and mistook it for a command.

"Why did you do that?!" Jotaro damn near yelled at the Stand, panic flooding through his veins. Wait, why was he so panicked? He hadn't even been this panicked during the battle with Dio.

"Ora?" Star Platinum questioned and poked at Jotaro's chest, right where his heart sat.

"Fuck!" He paced a bit, completely lost in his own world and thoughts.

"J-J-Jotaro...?" You softly spoke and Jotaro's breath hitched in his throat as he turned to you. You were still here, ah shit.

You were in the same position Star left you in; wide eyed and leaned back a little, your lips slightly parted in surprise.

"Y/N - fuck - I'm sorry I..."

"What just happened?" Your question shot a jab through his heart. He didn't know exactly how frightened you were but he fucked up big time now. In an immediate response to Jotaro's emotions, Star reached out to touch you with the intent of comforting you but Jotaro was quick to attempt to slap his hand away and the Stand understood what he meant, retreating his hand guiltily again before disappearing into the body of his user.

Jotaro then turned to you again. "I- shit." How on earth was he going to explain this? His breath was a bit sped up as he looked at you, but then he just decided 'fuck it', and stepped up. Placing his hands on either side of your face, mirroring Star Platinum's touch from before, he made you snap out of your state and look at Jotaro standing so close to you, looking deeply into your eyes. "Y/N..."

Without a second to spare, he dipped his head down and pushed his lips against yours, kissing you.

In surprise, your hands shot up to hold his hands that were pressed against your cheeks.

The word 'fuck' played on repeat in Jotaro's mind as he kept his eyes squeezed shut. He hadn't doubted his every action this much in a long time and he was honestly wondering what he was doing. Yet the feeling of your soft lips pressed against his bigger ones felt so good and refrained him from pulling back.

And then, the most amazing thing happened: you started kissing back.

His eyes snapped open when he felt you do that, his surprised gaze focusing on your face. You had your eyes closed, your eyebrows creased in nervousness and Jotaro's gaze softened, his eyes slowly closing again as he carefully tilted your head back a little, allowing him to press his lips a little more firmly against yours.

It was a tentative kiss, just trying to figure out where the both of you stood yet still serving well enough to express the unspoken feelings.

After a few seconds, Jotaro pulled back. He was unable to open his eyes for a second, feeling the aftermath of your lips on his. The small, barely noticeable, yet obviously there, spark that made him wish he could just hold you close and keep his lips pressed against yours forever.

Slowly, his eyes fluttered open to see your eyes still closed, your smaller hands on his big ones with which he still held onto your face.

Jotaro allowed a small yet soft smile to play on his lips, rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone which caused you to open your eyes as well, your pupils shrinking a bit due to the sudden light, only to dilate again as you focused on his face still so close. A tiny shy smile erupted on your face, your fingers wrapping around his for a bit before you nervously glanced off to the side.

"U-Uhm, can I... put on that shirt now?" Your voice was just above a whisper, your adorable awkwardness shining through and causing his chest to swell.

Jotaro chuckled softly and pecked the tip of your nose.

"Just hold it up so I can continue treating your dumb ass."

"Okay." The word was just a whisper. You didn't even have it in you to say a retort or playful insult back.

Knowing he was the reason for your state made Jotaro smirk a little to himself as he let go of your face and turned around to grab the T-shirt. Feeling the fabric in between his fingers for a second before he turned back to you. "Arms up."

"What? No, Jotaro I-"

"Arms up." Jotaro reiterated, clearly not taking no for an answer and you just raised your arms, letting Jotaro slide the shirt over your head. The thing was way too large for you, making it super easy to be pulled over your head by Jotaro. "Make sure it doesn't touch your stomach."

Listening to the man, you held your arms up near your chest at the front and caught the fabric, pulling it down until it was past your bra yet keeping it from going any further. The back of the T-shirt fell down your back and you swallowed heavily as Jotaro now stood before you, looking down at your still exposed belly.

Without another word, he crouched back down, only glancing up at you once before he resumed the position he was in before as if he had never left it, starting up the process of applying the crème again.

"I still think this really isn't necessary, Jotaro. It's really not that bad, it was just tea." You had an awkward smile as you patted his arm, making him glance up for a second before he refocused on what he was doing.

"I don't give a shit. I'm doing it. A burn is a burn." Finally finishing with the crème, Jotaro stood up and washed his hands real quick before turning back to face you as he picked up the bandaging from the counter.

"Yes but bandaging? I don't have third degree burns, Jotaro." You softly quipped, grabbing onto his wrist.

"Maybe, but what are you going to do about it?" He questioned back, a shimmer in his eyes.

"What if I just not let you do it?" You challenged, earning an eyebrow raise from Jotaro.

"You think you'll be able to?"

"Mhm, I think so."

"Really? But what if I. do. this?" He emphasised each word with a movement, lifting his left hand to cup your jaw as he tilted your head so you were looking up at him, leaning down until his lips were ghosting over yours.

"Do what?" You squeaked, trying to keep a brave face, though your burning cheeks sort of gave it away.

Without a word said, Jotaro closed the last bit of the gap, gently kissing you shortly before already moving away, instead moving his lips to right next to your ear. "This." He whispered and you suddenly noticed something had changed.

The moment he broke the kiss, you had felt something around your waist and you now looked down to- "HUH?!"

Your waist was neatly wrapped in white bandaging, not too tight but not too loose either, sitting nicely and protecting your sensitive skin.

Your head snapped up to look at Jotaro, seeing him smirking slyly while you were just confused. "How did you-?"

"I have my ways." He spoke mysteriously. "Maybe I'll tell you someday."

With that, he grasped the rim of the shirt from your hands and pulled it down so that it was covering your stomach again.

As confused and slightly worried as you were with what just happened, you figured you wouldn't get anything from Jotaro anytime soon and thus just decided to leave it be for now. "So, you happy now? Now that I am all bandaged up and taken care of?"

Jotaro cocked his head a little bit, giving you a once over as if he was yet to determine his answer.

You just stood there, almost scared to move under his scrutinising gaze until he suddenly wrapped his arms around you and picked you up, careful of your stomach. You squeaked and clutched onto what part of him you could, just watching bug-eyed as to where he was taking you.

He walked past the couch where the blanket you were going to use was still haphazardly tossed on it, a corner partially unfolded and laying on the floor while a puddle of now cooled down tea lay to the left of it.

With a few steps, Jotaro turned the corner into the hallway, quickly making his way past a door and into a room and you soon realised this was his bedroom.

Your eyes widened slightly and you didn't know what to say or do until he gently placed you down on the far side of the mattress, sliding in beside you almost immediately as he started fixing the blankets.

Once situated, Jotaro then laid down and wrapped his arm around you. Consciously placing it around your midriff, right above the bandaging around your waist and stomach so that he wouldn't hurt you, pulling you a little bit closer as he caged your legs with his own.

"Now I'm happy." He muttered into your hair as he held you close, one arm wrapped around your torso while the other was tracing little patterns on your arm.

All in all, you couldn't believe the things that happened this evening. You left your dorm because your roommate was going to have sex. And now here you were, lying in the bed of your best friend and crush, his arms wrapped around you after the two of you basically confessed to each other because you spilled a giant mug of tea on yourself.

A wild evening indeed.

[ragingbookdragon]

I’m Only A Crack In This Castle Of Glass (Hardly Anything Else I Need To Be) PT. 7

Batfamily x Batsis Story

Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst

Author’s Note: Anyone order a part seven? Cause I got a part seven for y'all. Enjoy! -Thorne

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Ever since the meeting that night, she’d gotten more letters from her family than she’d ever received in twenty-one years. Not that she decided to read them. The first line from Dick’s letter was, ”I never wanted you to leave because of me. If only I’d known…”. She couldn’t keep reading, and she wasn’t sure if it were from guilt, sadness, or anger, but there was something there that she didn’t want to face.

It didn’t stop there though. They kept coming even if she tacked a return to sender on it and sent it back. She’d even labeled one and written, ”Stop writing me.” but that didn’t stop them. Wally texted her every other night on top of the letters and she wanted to strangle him through the phone.

She knew though, that if she could keep holding out for three more months, she’d be home free. Wherever home was at this point. Every city she kept thinking about had some type of vigilante and there was nothing that didn’t; eventually she decided on Coast City. Somewhere warm and sunny, and as far from Gotham and Central as possible.

Of course that little voice in the back of her head just kept telling her to talk to them, but she was going to be as stubborn against it as possible—but time was dwindling, and so was her resolve.

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“Ophelia, have you seen the extra bag of espresso beans? I can’t remember where you put them the other week.” She waited for a response. “Ophelia?” she turned and frowned. “Why did I accept the manager’s position when I can’t even round up my workers?”

She walked out of the storage and wiped her hands on the rag at her waist. “Ophelia?” A giggle sounded at the counter and when she walked out, her eyes went wide at the sight.

Jason was leaning against the counter with that smile he used to use on the models at the galas. He smiled at Ophelia. “Tell me, what do you make better, the cappuccinos or lattes?”

“Well, I make a —”

“She makes a mean ‘get in the back and find my espresso beans’,” she grunted and both of them jumped.

“Melisandre!” Ophelia stuttered, pale cheeks flushing pink. “I thought you were in the back.”

“I was. Think you can go find the coffee beans you put away?” She shot Ophelia a stare that screamed ‘scram’ and the girl nodded, hurrying to the storage room.

“Aww, why’d you run the cutie off, Melisandre?” Jason queried. “I was going to ask her out on—”

“Can I talk to you?” she interrupted, voice barely containing her seething rage. “Outside.”

Jason shrugged and shoved his hands in his jean pockets. “Sure, but be careful, people might get suspicious.”

She grunted and walked outside, listening to him follow and when the door shut, she turned around and hissed, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just getting coffee.”

“Oh, don’t play dumb with me, Jason. We both know that’s a load of bullshit.”

His eyes narrowed and he noted, “You’ve really gotten comfortable using foul language. You know that, (Y/N)?”

She glared at him. “What. Do. You. Want.”

“You won’t answer our letters,” he shrugged. “Didn’t have a lot of options to talk.”

“And showing up at my job is the better option?” she griped.

“It was that or your house, (Y/N). Take your pick but you can’t have both.”

“Well, maybe my silence is supposed to be the answer to those letters. Did you think about that?”

“I did,” he nodded. “But after the third letter being rejected, I decided to go big or go home.”

(Y/N) growled. “Go home.”

Jason smirked. “No.”

“I’m not fucking joking here, Jason. I don’t want you coming here. Ever.”

“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn,” he retorted then stepped forward and grabbed her wrist. “You don’t wanna talk willingly, fine. I’ll make you talk to me. And if I have to show up here every day, I will.”

“No, you won’t.”

Jason cocked a brow and tightened his grip. “You wanna bet? Because I’m not Dick and I’m sure as hell not Bruce. I don’t have a day job to get to.” He smirked. “I can do this all day.”

(Y/N) bit the inside of her cheek and thought for a moment then sighed and yanked her arm away. “Fine. Come to my apartment after five. We’ll talk there.”

“Thank—”

“Don’t thank me yet,” she interrupted coldly. “I’m agreeing for one meeting and then you fuck off back to Gotham City and leave me the hell alone for good.” She spun on her heel and started back for the door when his voice reached her, tired and pained.

“Do you really hate all of us? Do you really hate us like you make yourself think you do?”

(Y/N)’s feet felt like lead and she stopped, gazing at the glass door. “I don’t know, Jason.”

“Then let me help.”

“You can find the apartment on your own. I know you’re good at looking for homes.” She slipped in the café door, leaving him standing there shocked and hurt.

***

Sure enough, a minute after five o’clock, her doorbell rang and she called, “It’s open.” The door opened and shut, and she looked up from the little kitchenette, watching the way Jason walked into her apartment, gazing around the empty living room.

“Shit, do you live in a home or a prison cell?”

(Y/N) grunted. “Nice quip. Come up with that by yourself?”

He wandered into the kitchen, leaning back against the counter as she prepared dinner. “What’re you making?”

“Chicken marsala,” she replied. “You’re here to talk. Start talking.”

“Are you going to be a bitch like you were the other night or can I ask about life in Central the last three years?” she shot him a glare, warning him, but he paid it no mind. “You going to school?”

(Y/N) nodded. “I go to Central City Community College. Take classes all week at different times.”

“What are you studying?” he asked.

“For now, general studies, but I’m minoring in political science.”

“Planning on a four year after you graduate?”

She shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not.” Her hands stalled for a moment. “I don’t have the money for a big school to get a bachelors.” Shaking her head, she chopped up the vegetables. “Figure if I can get a job in the area, I can scrounge up enough to start the process though.”

“Might take years,” Jason noted, and she nodded.

“Yeah, hard work usually does.” (Y/N) glanced at him. “What’s Cassandra like?”

He blinked, evidently not expecting that, though he recovered and smiled. “She’s great honestly. Kicks ass better than anyone I know.”

“Even Batman?”

Jason huffed a laugh. “I’m sure she could wipe the floor with each of us if she decided to not hold back. Her mom’s Lady Shiva and her dad’s David Cain.”

“I don’t know who they are but I’m assuming from the tone that they’re not exactly the best parents in the world.”

“No…they’re not.” He agreed. “David didn’t teach Cass how to speak so she’s been mute all her life.”

“I’ve heard the few interviews she’s given,” (Y/N) replied. “She’s very eloquent when she does.”

“Shakespeare’s influence. And probably Emily Dickinson.” He smiled. “I leave her a lot of books to read so I can be her favorite.”

She snorted. “Yeah, that sounds like you.” Sliding the cast iron skillet into the oven, she sat at the crappy metal dining table, Jason taking the seat on the other side. (Y/N) scratched at the table. “Does Bruce like her?” she questioned lowly, and he nodded.

“Loves her like she’s his own.” He her with cautious eyes. “Just like he loves you.” Jason watched the emotion flash across her face, quick as lighting, a deep sorrow, then she was humming.

“Well, that’s good then.” She cleared her throat and looked at the clock. “How’ve you been? I hear a lot about Outlaws.”

Jason chuckled. “Yeah, that’s my band of renegades. Me, Roy Harper, and Koriand’r.”

“Remind me, those were Speedy and Starfire, right?”

He snorted. “Arsenal and Starfire. But yeah, close enough.”

(Y/N) got up and pulled two glasses from the cabinet before going to the refrigerator and getting the lemonade. She poured them both glasses and sat back down. “How’d you manage to wrangle two of the Titans into your posse?”

“Kori willingly tagged along, and Roy won’t leave me alone,” he griped, sipping his lemonade.

“Mmm…and how does Dick feel about you stealing two of his exes?”

Jason choked on his drink, spilling it on the table and down his chin. “That’s not—” he coughed. “That’s not what that is.”

“Uh huh, sure it’s not.”

“It isn’t,” he glowered.

“Riiiiiiight,” she drawled out with a grin, then took a sip and set her glass back down. “Figured you’d get Cass along with you. she seems like she’d be fit for Outlaws.”

He shook his head. “Nah, she’d be better off with Tim and his Young Justice weirdos.”

“She non-lethal?”

“Mhm.”

They dwindled into silence until the timer went off on the oven and she pulled the skillet out and set two plates on the table. “You’re gonna feed me?” he asked as she handed him a fork.

(Y/N) scoffed. “Duh. I’m a bitch, but I’m a bitch with manners.” She smiled sweetly. “But you have to leave afterwards.”

“Mmm…can I crash on your couch?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

He shrugged. “Figured I’d try anyways.”

They ate in silence, occasionally speaking about their lives the last three years, and when the food was all gone and the lemonade drunk, he sighed and reclined in the chair.

“What?” (Y/N) questioned and he shrugged.

“Dunno…I’d like to do this again soon.” His teal eyes found hers. “It’s been too long since we were together.”

“Tread carefully,” she murmured, looking at the wall and he sighed.

“Sis, talk to me,” he begged. “Even if it’s just to tell me how much you hate me, just talk to me.” She didn’t respond and he sighed again, standing from the table. “Thanks for dinner.”

“…I hate that you all put Gotham and every civilian before our family.” Jason stopped dead in his tracks and turned, gazing at her, though she didn’t tear her eyes from the wall. “I hate that the only time I felt like anyone paid any attention to me was when we were at galas and even then, the attention was just for show. It didn’t matter because all anyone wanted to do was get the hell out of the manor and go on patrol. It didn’t matter because I wasn’t like any of you. I wasn’t a part of the real family.”

Tears gathered in her eyes. “I hate that I spent more nights sitting in a dark and silent manor than spending them with my family. I hate that I never had a normal family growing up where we’d go for ice-cream after school and attend school performances. I hate that I got stuck with a bunch of siblings hellbent on giving every piece of themselves to the world and they couldn’t take one night off to have a family night to save their lives. To at least pretend to be normal.”

(Y/N) finally took her eyes from the wall and he felt his heart tighten as the tears slipped down her cheeks and she breathed, “I hate that I was born Bruce Wayne’s biological daughter and I’d give anything and everything I have to be someone else’s daughter and sister.”

Jason’s mouth felt dry, and he didn’t have single thing to say to her and she whispered, “Is that what you wanted to hear, Jason?” she blinked. “Because that’s what I feel every morning I wake up.”

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, and she cleared her throat, wiping her cheeks.

“Yeah well, I’m three years passed sorry.” (Y/N) nodded to the front door. “You should leave now.”

Jason nodded but his feet didn’t move. For a moment, he couldn’t move them, then he sucked in a breath and started edging back to the door. When he neared the door, he pulled it open and paused, looking back at her. “(Y/N)?” she didn’t answer but he said it anyway. “I love you. More than you’ve ever known.” He sighed and stepped out, closing it behind him.

(Y/N) buried her face in her hands and sobbed alone at the dinner table.

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Passive aggressive (Spencer Reid/Reader)

Requested: Yes!

Warnings: Cursing, a little angst, a lot of fluff. Spencer being an asshole.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Category: A little angst with a fluffy ending.

Summary: Spencer and his girlfriend don't know if they will survive their first fight.

Word count: 3.5 K

A/N: Hello my favorite people!! how are you doing? hope you are all safe!  here's a little "angsty" request. I had to pick between Gubler and Spencer, but I think Spencer suits better for this request. Hope you like it!

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When (Y/N) fell in love with Spencer Reid, she couldn't think of anything wrong about him. Sure, she knew the man had flaws, but honestly, none of those actually bothered her. Not his rambling, not his lack of social cues. Neither his previous trauma nor how he kept moving his hands as he spoke, and how it gradually increased when the subject was about something he loved.

She liked all those things about him.

Spencer ignored all the flaws people pointed out about (Y/N), 'cos he was in love with her. He didn't care that she had a hard time sharing her feelings and that he had to basically profile her to get to know what was, in fact, going on with her. He didn't care that she was a little bossy from time to time, 'cos he loved making her happy.

All those things he could deal with, 'cos he loved everything about her.

But people don't warn you when you are dating for a long while. All those little things that don't matter can turn into a bunch of flaws that start driving you nuts. And after eight-month dating, their perfect honeymoon was over. Spencer Reid and his girlfriend were about to get into their first official fight.

No one prepared them for it.

- "Spencer? Can you help me, please?"- (Y/N) was in his room, folding bed sheets and towels.

- "In a minute!"- Spencer replied and didn't take his eyes from the book he was reading.

- "You said that twenty minutes ago"- (Y/N) frowned and dropped the clean sheets on their bed- "Please, Spencer. I'm tired, and I wanna go to bed. I'd finish folding the clean clothes if you helped me."

- "In a minute."- Spencer repeated and didn't even pay much attention to his girlfriend's annoyed tone of voice until it was too late. She was standing right next to her in the living room.

- "Spencer! Please! Fucking help me now!"- he raised both eyebrows and stared back at her, her cheeks red in anger and her hands clenched into fists.

- "Why are you talking to me like that? I haven't raised my voice to you."

- "'Cos I'm fucking tired, and you've been relaxing here for over an hour, while I do everything in the house, and you don't cooperate!"

- "Excuse me?"- Spencer stood up and took a look around- "Who cooked dinner?"

- "You did! and did you do the dishes? And cleaned the kitchen afterward? 'cos as far as I remember seeing it, it's still a mess!"

- "I'm gonna do it in a minute!"

- "No, you won't! You always do this! You make a big mess, pretend you'll clean it in a minute, and then you just leave it there until I do it!"- Spencer frowned and looked at (Y/N)'s angry face.

- "No, I don't! If anything! I am the one cleaning all the messes you leave around here all the time!"

- "What?!"- (Y/N) shriek, feeling almost insulted- "Which messes are you talking about?"

- "Top of my mind, all the hair you left in the shower! It was fucking disgusting!"

- "What?!"

- "If maybe you used all the freaking bobby pins you keep leaving everywhere, maybe the shower drain wouldn't get blocked!"

- "I didn't block the drain!"

- "And by the way, I told you I was going to help you with laundry. You didn't wait for me to it with you."

- "If I wait for you to help me, I'll run out of clean clothe, and I'll have nothing to wear tomorrow for work."

- "You do have a lot of clean clothing at your apartment! Maybe if you spent some time there, you'd see it. But you are always here!"

(Y/N)'s heart dropped. Since they had started dating eight months ago, they had spent most of their time in Spencer's apartment. She never overanalyzed it. They just did. (Y/N) loved Spencer's apartment 'cos it felt like home, and he always made her feel welcome.

Clearly, Spencer didn't feel the same. Not anymore, at least.

- "Sorry for intruding on your space, Spencer. I just thought you liked having me here!"- (Y/N) whispered with anger, trying not to cry, as she gathered all her things and put on her shoes.

- "I love having you here, but it's my house, and I don't appreciate you bossing me around, telling me what to do, when to do it, and how to do it, all the fucking time!"

Spencer kind of yelled, still mad, and not seeing the painful look in his girlfriend's eyes.

- "Well, enjoy your space. I won't tell you what to do anymore!"- and after those words, (Y/N) stormed out of the apartment, and Spencer sighed, staring at the empty space around him.

How did things get so out of hand? He had no idea. He didn't mean to hurt her, but the truth was that she was smothering him with all the nagging about the housework she kept doing. He didn't want her to do all the chores alone. He just had his own way of doing things, and he hated the fact she was imposing hers.

Could it have been said in a better way?

Yes. But Spencer didn't see that at that minute. He didn't realize how much he had hurt her. Why? Spencer didn't mean wrong, but he had no idea how hurtful his words could be when he was angry. And that night, Spencer was beyond angry.

Now, what's worse than having your first awful fight with your boyfriend? Having your first fight with your boyfriend, seeing him the day after at work, and having to act like everything is ok, 'cos you gave Hotch, your unit chief, your word your relationship wasn't going to get in the way of your work.

Bullshit! Of course, it was going to get in the way. Hotch knew it, (Y/N) Knew it, Spencer knew it. But the three of them pretended they had no idea what was going to happen.

Hotch thought Spencer and (Y/N) were going to be a mature young couple, 'cos he could see how much they loved each other. They had been in love with each other for so long before actually doing something about their feelings. Hotch thought they were never going to have any kind of trouble or argument.

He was so wrong it hurt.

The following morning, (Y/N) walked into the bullpen holding a black cup of coffee and headed straight to her desk. She waved at Emily and JJ and sighed, relieved, when she noticed Spencer was in the kitchenette with Morgan. That gave her the chance to casually ignore him and wait a little before dealing with him.

The truth was, (Y/N) was scared after their fight. She had known Spencer for over seven years, and she knew he had been honest about everything he had told her the night before. Everything. Sure, he yelled and hurt her. He didn't sugar-coat anything when he was mad. But he wasn't lying, and that was scary.

(Y/N) also knew Spencer was very passive-aggressive when he was upset. That was why she knew she had to be the bigger person and avoid him as much as possible while they were at work. Because, whatever she could say about the subject, or related, was going to trigger Spencer.

She remembered when Spencer got mad at JJ when he found out Emily wasn't dead. Spencer was hurtful when he was angry, and you don't want to be the target of his anger.

Spencer reached his desk and noticed his girlfriend was sitting all alone, practically hiding underneath a pile of files. His heart ached, staring at her for a second, fighting back the impulse of walking over and kissing her.

How long since he had kissed her? 14 hours, 17 minutes, 22 seconds. And counting.

But no. Spencer wanted to make a point, and he was still mad. He didn't want to cave in and lose that argument. Yes, it was their first fight, but he wanted to make a point. He didn't want her to boss him around in his own place and change his schedules. He had his own way of doing things. Like Paula Anka and Sinatra said: I did it my way.

Spencer had no idea, but his silence was slowly breaking (Y/N)'s heart more and more. She looked at him for a second, but he paid her no attention. Maybe it was better that way, she thought. She could focus on all the work she had to do.

But no. Of course, it didn't help.

When Penelope walked over and announced they had a case, half the team had already realized there was something wrong with their love bird. Spencer hadn't walked over (Y/N) with her favorite pastry soon after her arrival. She hadn't kissed him good morning. He hadn't spent half of the time staring at her from his desk. If anything, they had been ignoring each other most of the day.

Emily, JJ, and Derek looked at each other when (Y/N) stood up and walked alone to the conference room. Spencer didn't follow, didn't hold her hand. Didn't even look at her. He just gathered his things, put them in his satchel, and waited for a few minutes before standing up, just to make sure he wasn't alone in the room with (Y/N).

It was crystal clear: things were not going right.

Spencer ignored (Y/N) during the briefing at the jet, and he was relieved Hotch had paired him with Emily. (Y/N) focused on the case, and she was also glad she didn't have to see Reid during part of the day. She had to go to the last murder scene with Derek. It was sad and disturbing, but directing her attention to the case gave her a break and even some peace of mind.

- "What happened between you and pretty Ricky?"- Morgan was driving the SUV, and (Y/N) kept her eyes glued to the window.

- "We had a little argue"- she whispered- "Thank you for making me realize we are not subtle."

- "You are not glued to each other. That's weird. I haven't seen you two apart since you joined the BAU."- Derek chuckled and looked at (Y/N). Her arms were crossed on her chest, and her eyes were teary.

- "Wait, pretty girl. It was just a silly argument, right?"- Derek didn't even consider the couple could break up. Ever. For Derek, his best friend and his girlfriend were it for each other.

- "I don't know. I know I have to give Spencer a little space to cool off, but the more I think about it, the worst it feels."

- "But, (Y/N). He loves you. You can't let that go."- she cut him a short smile and nodded.

- "I love him too. Sometimes you wonder if that's enough, though. Maybe it was better for us when we were platonic."

- "You can't be serious"- Morgan frowned, and (Y/N) just shrugged- "Spencer is crazy for you. No matter what he said, he loves you."

Morgan was right. Spencer loved (Y/N) more than he loved himself. But he wasn't ready to let that one argument go just yet. Besides, the doctor focused on work that week. That case occupied 99% of his mind during the next couple of days.

(Y/N) knew that's how he usually worked. And the frustration that the case caused them, plus the anger he still felt after their fight, didn't make a good person out of Spencer. If anything, he was looking for a reason to start an argument with pretty much everyone, especially with (Y/N).

- "We have to consider this unsub is not acting on a fantasy. He is looking for revenge, and he is escalating quickly."- Hotch said, going over the files again.

- "But if the murderer spends time with them in their houses and kills them with something they own, something that actually means something for them, I think we might be looking for a woman. This is too personal, and at the same time, it feels domestic"- (Y/N) analyzed, staring at the latest murderer's scene pictures.

- "Perhaps the Freds didn't help her fold the clean sheets."- Spencer whispered and shook his head. (Y/N) held her breath and stood up. She had to move away from Spencer to avoid answering that kind of comment.

Unlucky for her, Spencer wasn't close to being done. And for the rest of the night, he whispered hurtful comments and kept breaking her heart over and over again. (Y/N) knew Spencer was mad, but she didn't imagine how much. Maybe she had pushed him too hard. What if that was it? If that fight meant the end for them? She was actually scared to ask.

After catching the murderer and solving the case, (Y/N) sat on her own on the jet back home, hugging her legs on her seat. Emily looked at her from behind her book and decided her friend needed some love. She poured a cup of earl grey and walked to her with a warm smile.

- "You are my hero, Emily Prentiss."- (Y/N) whispered and held her cup.

- "Well, it comes with the job. I can read it all over your face: you need tea, a warm bath, and fix things with Reid."

(Y/N) closed her eyes and sighed. Spencer was at the other side of the jet, asleep. Or well, pretending to be asleep just to avoid talking to her. She knew it, and it didn't make her feel better at all.

- "I don't know what happened, Em. But I think this might be it" Prentiss wide opened her eyes at those words and held (Y/N)'s hand right away.

- "No way. He is crazy for you."

- "Yeah, it's funny 'cos Morgan said the same a few days ago. But after this week, I think I actually drive him crazy in a sick bad smothering way. I really think I fucked things up"- (Y/N) was fighting the tears back and looked over the window to avoid human contact, though Emily still held her hand.

- "(Y/N), you have to talk to him. He loves you. He is not good with social cues and facing people. You know that."

- "Yeah, I know. But I thought it was going to be different with me. It's me, it's him. This was supposed to work easily. I guess I was wrong".

- "Nothing worth doing comes easy, (Y/N)"- Prentiss whispered and squeezed her friend's hand- "Don't give up on Spence."

(Y/N) didn't want to give up. But she was scared Spencer had already decided. It looked that way after his cold and mean attitude those days. When the jet landed, she tried to walk to him and talk, but he avoided her and just left.

(Y/N) walked to her car and sat behind the steering wheel. Finally, alone after a rough couple of days, she burst into tears. She was scared and frustrated, and most of all, anxious to know what was going to happen. That was a terrible mix of feelings.

She knew that she didn't want to push Spencer to continue a relationship that might make him miserable. That's why, after taking a few minutes to calm herself down, she texted him.

- "I'm sorry things got till this point. I didn't mean to make you feel so bad. I understand if you want to break up. I'll pick up my things tomorrow."

Spencer felt his cellphone hum as he walked into his apartment, holding a box of tandoori chicken. He thought for a second it might be Hotch with another case, and sighed annoyed just at the thought of missing the chance to relax on his own again.

But when he read it, it was actually worse.

He left the food on the table and read the text over and over again.

What had he done? Why did (Y/N) think he wanted to break up with her? That wasn't his plan at all. He just wanted to prove a point. Not end with their relationship.

Did he push things too far?

Did he act like an asshole?

Did he ruin everything?

Spencer stared at his apartment, and his heart ached. He didn't care if (Y/N) changed everything around. He just wanted her there, with him. Always. He could do laundry whenever she wanted to. He could fold sheets whenever she asked him to. He could be as domestic as she wanted him to be if that meant that she would stay with him.

(Y/N) drove back home. She thought about getting something for dinner, but honestly, all she wanted was to get into her bed and try to sleep. Spencer didn't reply to her text, which somehow surprised her. A part of her was waiting for him to tell her he didn't want to break up. But that silence was the confirmation she didn't want to have: it was over.

The young agent did her best to remain calm as she drove back home. She didn't want to cry. She could listen to Spencer's voice at the back of her head giving her some statistics about people crushing their cars when they drove under emotional distress.

(Y/N) made it to her building, parked the car, and literally dragged herself upstairs. She was about to reach her apartment when she saw him. Spencer Reid, waiting for her, sitting on the floor, his back resting against her door. She froze for a few seconds, looking at him, confused. He stared back at her and held his breath. Her eyes were puffy and red, her face was pale, and yet, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever set eyes on.

- "(Y/N), I'm so sorry."- Spencer whispered and stood up. He walked to her and held her hands. She didn't follow, so she stayed in silence. Spencer lifted her hands until they reached his face and caressed himself with them carefully for a few seconds, tears falling from his eyes.

- "I'm so sorry, I was an asshole."- he murmured and kissed her hands over and over again as he sobbed.

- "Spencer..."- she whispered and stared at him confused- "I'm sorry."

- "No, I am. I was mean to you, and you didn't deserve it. You have to know how much I love you. How deeply in love I am with you. I love spending all my time with you. I don't want you to live twelve and a half blocks away from my apartment. I want you there all the time. Or I can be here all the time. I just... don't want to lose you."

- "I don't wanna lose you either"- (Y/N) managed to say- "I'm sorry I was so bossy and that I invaded your space."

- "No, I'm sorry I was an asshole and so passive-aggressive with you. I love you. I promise I will never act like that again"- Spencer hugged her and hid his face on the crook of her neck. (Y/N) hugged him too and breathed in his smell, feeling at home right away.

- "I missed you so much"- Spencer held her face with both hands and kissed her sweetly, rubbing his lips against her with such love and tenderness, (Y/N) felt her heart skipping a beat.

- "I missed you more"- she sighed into the kiss and held him closer.

- "I swear, I'm never going to hurt you again, buttercup."

- "I'm not going to nag you again. I don't care if you don't fold sheets, chipmunk"- (Y/N) smiled and rested her forehead against his for a moment.

- "You are doomed, (Y/N), 'cos I'm gonna do whatever you ask me to do from now on."- Spencer leaned in and kissed her again, feeling her smiling against his lips.

- "I just want you to be happy with me, Spencer"- she murmured- "I never want to make you feel like I'm invading your space or being bossy."

- "Then move in with me"- he said and smiled like a mad man- "I don't want it to be my apartment anymore. I want it to be ours. Let's find a place for the both of us, so we can make it our home."

(Y/N) stared into Spencer's eyes, and all she could read was his excitement and adoration. So she giggled and nodded.

- "Yes! I wanna have a home with you!"- she answered and nearly started jumping- "Come on, let's go inside so we can start looking for a new apartment. Or a house!"- her excitement was contagious, and it made SPencer chuckle.

- "Or we can have make-up sex first,"- he suggested, and (Y/N) dropped the keys she was holding. "Did you know when we argue, post-powerful hormones are released? The rush of adrenaline, noradrenaline, and testosterone triggers a state of extreme arousal. The perception of threat combined with the influence of the hormones on our brains is what takes us from seething with anger to seething with desire..."

- "I love it when you talk dirty to me, Spencer Walter Reid"- (Y/N) opened the door, and the couple rushed in. They hated to argue, but at least something god had come out of it.

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Fools Rush In: Chapter 3

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Strangers-to-lovers, age gap!AU (reader is 30, Jungkook is 23), Angst, smut, fluff

Summary: You deliver the news to Jungkook and he makes his own decision.

Warnings: None to note.

WC: 2.1K

Two weeks later, you found yourself staring blankly at the large number “25″ that was on the front door of what you had recently found out was Jungkook’s apartment. 

You had come to Seoul to compete in the Korea Open so you decided to try and look Jungkook up. You had Yoongi get in touch with some of the organizers of the French Open in order to get his information and luckily, he lived in an apartment right in the city. 

Even though you had made the decision to keep the baby and raise them alone if you had to, you did feel as though Jungkook deserved to at least know so that he could make his own decision. That’s why you had been standing in front of his door for the better part of 10 minutes, trying to work up the courage to knock on the damn door. 

Just as you raised your hand to knock, the front door flew open, almost making your heart beat out of your chest. 

“Are you the delivery woman?” A tall, broad shoulder man asked and you shook your head as you lowered your hand.

“No. I’m actually looking for Jeon Jungkook,” you replied. 

“Ah, he’s inside,” the man told you. “Would you like to come in?”

“Yes, thank you,” you smiled, waiting until the man had stepped aside before you walked inside and slipped off your sandals. 

“I’m Jin, Jungkook’s roommate,” Jin introduced himself as he shut the front door. 

“I’m Y/N L/N,” you said. 

“Wait, you play tennis right?” 

“Yeah, that’s me,” you nodded.

“I though you looked familiar!” Jin exclaimed, making you laugh. “What are you doing here to see Jungkookie?”

“Uh, I’m just,-”

“Hey hyung, was that the food?” Jungkook asked as he strolled out of his bedroom, walking over to the front door before freezing in his spot when he saw you. “Y/N, hi.”

“Hi,” you smiled, lifting your hand and waving a little. 

“What are you doing here?” He wondered as he paced over to you. 

“I’m sorry for just popping up like this but I needed to talk to you,” you stated seriously as you looked at him and although you could tell from the raising of his brow that he was confused, he turned to look at Jin. 

“Can you give us a second hyung?” Jungkook requested and Jin nodded.

“It was nice meeting you Y/N,” Jin smiled and you nodded to him before he walked away and stepped into another room next to the one that Jungkook had come out of. Once the door closed behind him, Jungkook looked at you again. 

“Do you want to come sit down?” He offered, gesturing to the couch. 

“Sure, thanks,” you murmured as you walked over to the couch, sitting down on the edge and Jungkook sat himself down next to you. 

“So, how have you been?” He wondered. “It’s been like three months since the French Open right?”

“Yeah, and I’ve been ok,” you shrugged. “Just getting ready for the Korea Open.”

“Oh, you’re competing in that?” 

“Yep.”

“You’re gonna kill it,” he smiled and you couldn’t help the way that your cheeks warmed up at the praise.

“Thanks,” you chuckled. “What about you, how have you been?”

“Good, good, can’t complain,” he said. “Just been working a lot but that’s it really.”

“Still doing photography?”

“Yeah, that’s what helps pay my half of the bills,” Jungkook laughed. “I’m sure you didn’t come here just to ask me about photography though.”

“I didn’t,” you giggled awkwardly. “So, do you remember the night of the French Open, when we spent the night together?”

“Don’t I?” He smirked. “I was a little miffed that you left without saying goodbye but I figured that the whole “drunken one night stand” thing wasn’t typical for you.”

“It’s not and I’m sorry for that, by the way,” you apologized. “I kind of panicked when I woke up.”

“I get it, don’t worry about it,” he waved his hand dismissively. “But why are you asking if I remember that night?”

“Well, um, I kind of...maybe....might’ve gotten pregnant that night,” you revealed. 

“Yeah right,” he laughed loudly. “Be serious Y/N.”

“That’s the terrifying thing Jungkook, I am being serious,” you insisted. “I’m pregnant.” The smile slowly slipped off of Jungkook’s face as he realized that you weren’t joking, and you watched as he abruptly stood up from the couch and began to pace the length of the living room. 

“What the fuck?” He muttered. “We used a condom.”

“It had to have broken.”

“You’re a woman that plays sports, wouldn’t you be on birth control?”

“I haven’t been in a committed relationship in two years and I don’t do the whole “one night stand” thing, remember?” You explained. 

“You literally disappeared on me and had me wondering if the whole night that we spent together even fucking happened and then suddenly, you show up and tell me that you’re pregnant,” he huffed, pausing his pacing in order to look at you. “I’m just supposed to accept this?”

“I know it’s a lot to take in and it’s out of nowhere,” you began. “It only takes one time though. So yes, I am pregnant and you’re the father. I thought you deserved to know.”

“So does that mean you’re going to keep it?” He questioned and you nodded your head. 

“Yes, I am.”

“I don’t think I can be a father right now Y/N,” he sighed, resuming his pacing. “I just graduated from university and I’m up to my eyeballs in fucking debt that I only just started paying back and I’m only 23! I can’t be anyone’s father at 23!”

“Look, you don’t have to be involved,” you said and he stopped in his tracks. “I only came here to tell you. I can raise the baby on my own if I have to.”

“And what, I’m left to be the big bad guy who isn’t in his own kid’s life?” 

“Any decision that you make going forward is your own,” you told him. “I didn’t want you to find out somewhere else because I am going to have to go public with my pregnancy eventually, and I didn’t want to keep the baby from you if you did want to be involved. I just wanted to tell you so that you could make an informed decision, that’s all.”

Just then, a door opened and Jin walked back into the living room. 

“Hey Jungkook-ah, Taehyung said that he wants to go out for dinner so I canceled takeout, that ok?” Jin asked and it took Jungkook a few seconds to focus before he looked over at his hyung. 

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Jungkook agreed easily. 

“I should get going,” you suddenly said, getting up from the couch and reaching into your purse, pulling out a card before walking over to Jungkook and handing it to him. “This has my number and the address of where I’m staying for the next few weeks on it. Take all of the time that you need to think things through and then let me know.”

“Alright,” he replied and you gave him a small, closed mouthed smile before walking to the front door and letting yourself out. 

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“Y/N’s pregnant,” Jungkook confessed, two bottles of soju deep into dinner, which caused both Jin’s and Taehyung’s eyes to widen. “And I’m the father.”

“Tennis legend Y/N L/N?” Taehyung asked for confirmation and Jungkook nodded. 

“That one.”

“How the hell did you hook up with her?” Jin laughed. 

“Met her at the French Open, we talked for a little bit, and then went back to my hotel room,” Jungkook replied. “I woke up the next morning and she was gone so I didn’t think much of it. It was just a one night stand, you know?”

“Is that why she showed up and why you’ve had a bottle of soju in your hands since we got here?” Jin wondered and Jungkook nodded again. 

“Yep.”

“Well, are you gonna be involved?” Jin asked. 

“I’m not sure,” he admitted, yelping when Jin reached over and smacked the back of his head.

“What the hell do you mean, you’re not sure?” Jin scoffed. “You can’t just have a child out in the world that you don’t know.”

“Wait hyung, just because Jungkook consented to sex doesn’t mean that he consented to having a baby,” Taehyung pointed out.

“He consented to the possibility of having a baby when he didn’t protect himself and wrap his dick up,” Jin shot back. 

“Actually, I did but it broke,” Jungkook muttered before taking another gulp of soju. “It’s not like I don’t want to be there though. In fact, my first instinct is to call her and tell her that I’ll be there for whatever she needs.”

“What’s stopping you then?” Taehyung questioned. 

“She’s just...she’s one of the biggest athletes in the world and she’s gonna go down in history as one of the greats while I’m just a 23 kid who doesn’t even know where my life is going. She has it all together and she doesn’t really need me. Hell, she might even be better off without me.”

“It’s not about if she needs you or not though, it’s about you being there for your child,” Jin told him. 

“She said that she could raise the baby alone if she had to,” Jungkook mentioned. 

“Just because she can, it doesn’t mean that she should have to,” Jin stated and for some reason, that sentence stuck with Jungkook as he swallowed down the rest of the soju that was in the bottle. 

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A few days after you showed up to his apartment, Jungkook couldn’t get you or the baby out of his mind. He never expected to be in this situation at only 23 years old but the more that he thought about it, he realized that he wasn’t completely...afraid of it like he first thought he was. 

Sure, he somewhat freaked out when you first told him and then went into catatonic shock afterwards but the more that he thought about it, the easier it became for him to warm up to the idea. 

Jungkook always wanted kids and even though the two of you weren’t married and weren’t a traditional couple by any means, he knew that you could be a good mother. You were determined, hardworking, and passionate and those were all qualities that he admired in a person. He figured that if he were going to have an unexpected baby with anyone, then why not it be you? 

He was also a person that believed in fate and destiny. If he managed to get you pregnant despite the two of you using protection and you still chose the keep the baby even before knowing if Jungkook was going to be involved or not, it all had to be a part of some larger plan that neither of you were privy to. 

In the end, that was the thought that he decided to put trust in and that led to him finding the card that you had given him, dialing your number. 

“Hello?” You answered a little breathlessly.

“Y/N, it’s Jungkook,” he said. “Did I call at a bad time?”

“Not at all, I was hitting the ball around with my coach,” you chuckled. “That’s why I’m out of breath.”

“Ah ok,” he nodded. “Well, I just wanted to call you because I’ve been thinking a lot about you and the baby, and I’ve decided that I want to be involved in their life.”

“Really?” You gasped softly.

“Yeah. I mean, I can’t just let you raise them by yourself when you didn’t create them by yourself,” he sighed. 

“I don’t want you to feel forced though, Jungkook,” you explained. “I know that this is a weird situation but I don’t want you to resent me or worse, the baby. I meant it when I said that I can do this own my own if need be.”

“Just because you can do it on your own, doesn’t mean that you should,” Jungkook pointed out, echoing what Jin had told him and you just smiled softly to yourself. “You’re gonna have to be patient with me though, because I don’t have the slightest idea of how this whole parenting thing goes.”

“That makes two of us,” you giggled. “But we’ll figure it out together, ok?”

“Alright,” he agreed.

“I have my first doctor’s appointment in three days, on Thursday and you are welcome to come if you want,” you offered. 

“You haven’t had a doctor’s appointment yet?”

“I couldn’t get one in the States before I had to leave to come here for the Open so I just figured that I’d wait,” you told him. 

“Oh ok. Well, yeah,” he replied. “I’d love to come.”

“Cool. I’ll text you the details, ok?”

“Ok. Bye Y/N,” he said. 

“Bye Jungkook,” you smiled before hanging up the phone. As Jungkook pulled his phone away from his ear, he couldn’t help but to feel oddly at ease about the whole situation. He felt deep down that everything would be ok, and he just hoped that it actually turned out that way as well. 

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[alltooreid]

Call It What You Want

Everyone around them is trying to discover the true nature of Y/N and Spencer’s relationship. Little do they know Y/N is trying to figure out the exact same thing. 

A/N: Sorry this took a lot longer than I wanted it to.... Mental health is hard but here it is!! I hope you guys love it :)) Additionally I added a lil garvez to this... but for it to work with the timeline we’re all just gonna pretend Lisa doesn’t exist... ok great!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (with a little splash of implied Garvez content for my personal joy)

Requested?: Yes!! :)) “can you do a one shot based off call it what you want??”

Type: Fluffiest Fluff

Word Count: 3K

Content Warnings: None! 

“My baby's fly like a jet stream High above the whole scene Loves me like I'm brand new So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to”

The team was sure something was going on between Y/N and Spencer, they just weren’t sure how to prove it.

Every sign pointed to the two dating, but the pair hadn’t said anything about it. Maybe they were trying to keep it a secret, but at the same time they didn’t appear to be being very secretive about it.

So ever since Penelope saw Y/N giving Spencer a ride home a week ago, she has been determined to uncover the truth, and hopefully the truth was her two best friends were in the world’s cutest, most perfect relationship.

She was using her technical brilliance to gather data when she was caught by none other than Luke Alvez.

“What are you doing in here?”

“This is my job Luke, I have to be in here,” she rolled her eyes.

“Well, I know that! I mean what are you doing right now, we don’t have a case.” he smirked “Are you committing any cyber crimes? You know you could get in a lot of trouble for those, the FBI won’t help you. You should let me help.”

She smiled, “You do know I got my job here from committing cyber crimes right? I don’t think I would need your help. Besides, I’m working on a personal project.” After some thought she decided Luke might actually be helpful “I’m trying to find out if Spencer and Y/N are dating.”

“I swear I saw them leaving together yesterday, that seems like pretty good evidence! I could be very helpful to you.”

“I’m way ahead of you, but I guess you can help,” she pulled up a new tab, quickly constructing a timeline while Luke pulled a chair next to her. “So our favorite pair’s relationship would, based on my intense experimentation and surveying, begin here,” she traced a circle around the start of the timeline with her cursor, “on that night we went out after the case and then wouldn’t stop talking to each other.”

Luke and Penelope discussed all the things they saw that led them to believe that Y/N and Spencer were more than just friends, from how keen Y/N was to listen to anything that came out of Spencer’s mouth no matter how difficult to follow, to Spencer’s willingness to touch her. After about 15 minutes however they were interrupted by none other than Y/N herself. Penelope quickly switched tabs, so that it now appeared she was just showing Luke a funny kitten video.

“Hey guys! What are you doing in here?” “Oh you know, just wasting time. . . What’s up?” said Luke.

“I was just checking to see if you wanted to go to lunch! If you have any opinions as to where that would be great too because no one out there can make a decision . . .”

“Of course I want lunch! I’ll be out there in just a sec,” Penelope smiled and started closing her work done as soon as Y/N left, almost forgetting Luke’s presence.

“Um, Penelope?”

“What is it Luke?”

“Do you think you’d ever do anything like what Y/N and Spencer are doing?” he asked.

“Like what? Keep a secret? You know I’m terrible at that stuff.”

“No, no I mean like . . .” he took a deep breath, “You know, like dating a coworker?”

“What does that have to do with anything? Now hurry up and come to lunch, we can keep working afterwards,” she replied.

Luke awkwardly smiled, and they both left.

Little did Luke and Penelope know that as they debated and pieced together aspects of Y/N and Spencer’s relationship, trying to uncover if they were dating, Y/N was doing the exact same thing.

Her and Spencer had been on three dates, each more boyfriend and girlfriend than the last. They got coffee one day, then went to a movie, then a nice restaurant for dinner. Tonight Spencer wanted to keep it a surprise, but that just made her even more confused.

Sometimes her and Spencer would sit next to each other at the round table, and now when they did that he would reach over, not to hold her hand, but just to link their pinkies together.

She didn’t know what that meant.

Sometimes Y/N would go on a tangent and realize she had been talking for almost an hour about nothing in particular, and when she realized Spencer was the only one still listening would apologize for wasting his time. To which he would reply, “Why would I be upset about spending time with you?” She didn’t know what that meant.

And one time, on her and Spencer’s first “date” they were about to part their separate directions, and Y/N had no idea what to do with her body or her hands, Spencer wrapped her into a hug, and she swore she felt his lips brushing against the top of her head.

She really didn’t know what that meant.

Which is why she continued to let Penelope and Luke have their fun trying to decipher her and Spencer’s social cues. She knew as soon as she was about to enter to ask about lunch, Penelope was not exactly quiet and Luke wasn’t any better, but she let them believe they were being sneaky.

Besides, maybe if they found the answer they could let her know.

When the team returned from lunch she couldn’t help but continue to contemplate this issue further, Spencer hadn’t really said anything to her at lunch. Were they still just friends? Were they dating but not telling anyone? Were they going to tell anyone?

“Y/N! Are you excited to hang out tonight?” Spencer asked.

Hang out. So it definitely was not a date. . .

“Of course! Right after work right? Your place?”

“Yep! It’s a date,” he smiled and walked away, leaving Y/N in a state of confused panic. What was this? For someone so logical and scientific, Y/N wished that Spencer Reid would just tell her the kingdom, phylum, class, order, family, and genus of their relationship.

Maybe then she could stop dissecting it to try and figure it out.

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As Y/N stood outside Spencer’s apartment building, she struggled to muster up courage to go inside. It’s not that she was nervous to hang out with Spencer, it was just Y/N knew she needed to have the “what are we” talk with him for her own personal sanity. And she just wasn’t sure yet what his answer would be.

She had made her way into the building and gotten to Spencer’s floor when she ran into the man of the hour himself.

“Oh there you are! I was about to come down and get you,” he said.

Y/N glanced at her phone, “I’m sorry, am I late?”

“No, no, no. You’re perfect, I just got excited.”

That confused Y/N even more, she couldn’t decide if that leaned more towards friend or date territory. However all of her anxieties were forgotten for a moment as soon as she entered Spencer’s apartment.

Almost all the lights were off, except for several strings of lights shaped like stars, strung in different directions across the room. In the corner were several folded up blankets and sheets, and pillows were spread out across the room.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it, although if I’m being honest I don’t really know what it is . . .”

“13 months ago we were on a case, the one were the unsub was killing couples when they went out camping so that no one would look for them for days, and you said that you used to go camping all the time but you didn’t think you could go anymore. So I bought stuff so we could go camping together, right here.”

Y/N was left almost speechless, “I- I don’t even know what to say, Spencer this is incredible.”

He beamed, instantly satisfied with that answer. “I tried to find a tent, but all of the stores I went to said I should order one online . . . I figured it would be more fun to build a fort instead.”

Spencer brought over the supplies he had bought and gathered, various sheets and comforters, pillows, his leather couch cushions, sleeping bags, a large collection of clothes pins, and some more lights. Except Spencer left a single bag in the pile, the only one from a craft store.

“Do you want me to grab that one?” Y/N asked.

“Oh um, no don’t worry about that one. I saw something stupid on that site JJ and Garcia really like while I was passing JJ’s desk. . .  Pinterest? Yes that’s it. And I tried to make it but even though I memorized the instructions I couldn’t get it to work. . . I kind of just gave up and threw everything in there.”

“Can I try it?”

He nodded, and Y/N got up and glanced into the bag, in it was a push light, warm toned tissue paper and a couple empty paper towel rolls, all stuck together, but also somehow falling apart. Y/N couldn’t help but smile, “Were you trying to build me a campfire Dr. Reid?”

“Well you said that your family used to have this big bonfire every year, and that it used to be one of your favorite traditions until you couldn’t handle going anymore, so I thought I could make one that would be a little safer for you. Turns out that you actually need four PHDs to be good at crafts though.”                    

“Spencer this whole date is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me . . . Thank you.”

“Of course, I really want you to enjoy yourself when you're around me Y/N.”

“Spencer, I’ve never not enjoyed myself when I’m around you, and you were with me when I got shot. You’re my favorite person, you do know that right?”

He blushed, “You’re my favorite person too Y/N.”

So the two lovers built a blanket fort, draping sheets over string lights and shoving the inside full of pillows and blankets, giggling the entire time. Y/N taught Spencer the simplicity of DIY projects, and how sometimes the directions needed to be adjusted slightly based on personal preferences and ability. Soon the pair were cuddled up together on the ground, no other space to be except for right next to each other, as the rest of the fort was covered by snacks, pillows, their homemade campfire, and Spencer’s vinyl record player.

“Did you do this on purpose? Making me be so close to you?”

“No, I would never, it’s not my fault this area is so small . . . “

“Mhm, although I’m sure a genius like you could figure out how to make an adult sized fort, I’m very glad you didn’t,” she said, giggling and squishing herself closer to him. They smiled and kissed each other, before Spencer spoke.

“You make me so, unbelievably, happy. I never thought I could feel like this until we met Y/N.”

Y/N smiled even bigger, “Spencer I really, really like you,” she paused, it was now or never, “but um, what do you want to call this, like what we’re doing.”

“Well what do you want this to be? Because I want you to be my girlfriend.”

She smiled, “I want you to be my boyfriend.”

“Well then that’s what we’ll be,” he said, kissing her on the forehead.

“Well you do know the team, particularly Penelope and Luke have the exact same question.”

“Well I think more than Luke wondering if we’re dating, I think he’s just wondering if Penelope will date him. . . So I say let them have their fun for a little while, before we tell everyone.”

She smiled, “Perfect. They’re profilers, they’ll figure it out eventually.”

“Well, I think we should watch a movie. . .  Although I mostly enjoy my cinema in Russian, tonight is about you and I don’t want to give you a headache. What’s your favorite?”

“You’re going to laugh at me.”

“I promise I will not laugh at you darling.”

“High School Musical 3.”

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So Y/N spent the rest of that night explaining the plot of the first two High School Musical movies, then explaining why the third one was the clear winner, and then finally showing Spencer the third one off of her phone, where she had it saved to her cloud for emergencies.

And although singing and dancing adults pretending to be teenagers was not exactly Spencer’s favorite genre, he loved how happy the series as a whole made Y/N. So he latched onto it, and learned as much as he could about it.

One particular scene however, in one of the earlier films, seemed to make Y/N extra excited, as she spent the longest amount of time talking about it. So Spencer decided he knew exactly what to do to prove to her he was in this relationship for the long haul.

Spencer could tell she was anxious before their date, and it didn’t take him long to guess that it was because she didn’t know how serious everything was to him. Yet, he didn’t want to be too obvious that he wanted her to be his, because if he had assessed wrong he would make a complete fool out of himself.

But when she asked him, she seemed so nervous, so small, he knew he had made a mistake in waiting, and now he wanted to make it up to her.

So as she was walking in the next day he caught her. “Y/N!”

“Hi Spencer! What’s up?”

“I have a present for you. . .” he said, handing her a small box wrapped in shiny gold paper.

“For me? Why?”

“Oh you know, just because. . .”

As Y/N unwrapped the box, Spencer got more and more nervous… What if she hated it? What if she thought it was stupid or too soon or didn’t get it or-

“Oh my god Spencer I-”

“You know what it’s stupid, I don’t even know why I got it for you. I can return it and find you something you’ll actually like-”

“I love it Spencer, it’s perfect. Will you put it on me?”

Spencer hooked the chain around his new girlfriend’s neck, the small “S” pendant shining in the light.

“It’s like Gabriella’s. . . I love it. I can’t believe you would care to remember something like that…”

“Of course I would remember that. I have an eidetic memory. Did you know that although the original purpose and origin of initial jewelry was largely unknown, they date back to the 14th century?”

“No, I just mean… It’s very thoughtful Spencer.”

He smiled, “Well I’m sorry to kill the mood, but I really have to go to the bathroom. I drank 3 cups of coffee this morning and I was standing here waiting for you for 18 minutes and 4 seconds before you came in.”

She laughed, and then hugged him, “Well don’t just stand here! Go!”

Spencer ran off, leaving Y/N to walk into the bullpen alone. As Y/N was making her way to her desk, she was stopped by none other than Penelope Garcia and Luke Alvez, Penelope up front, Luke standing a foot or so behind her, ready to back her up.

“Y/N! We know your secret, you and Spencer are secretly dating. . . We figured it out this morning. You can’t hide from us anymore,” Penelope said, Luke nodding behind her.

“Well yeah we’re dating, but it’s not a secret.”

“What? Excuse me? You haven’t told anyone!”

“Yeah but we haven’t really made any effort to hide it? We told everyone about the time we went to the movies?”

“Yeah but- Um, we just thought we were being sneaky. . .” Penelope said.

“You might wanna get a little better at that guys, the Bat Cave is not soundproof.”

“Dang it, I really need to work on that…” Penelope said. “Well Luke Alvez, I suppose our quest has been conquered.”

“See! We were right, I told you I’m great help,” Luke said.

“Oh don’t get it too twisted, this was almost all me.”

After a moment of playful banter, Y/N stopped them “So when are you two going to start “secretly” dating huh?”

“Uh hmph, I don’t know what you talking about. I would never,” Penelope said.

At that moment, Spencer returned from the bathroom, and came up upon Y/N hugging her from behind and leaning to rest his head on her shoulder. “What are we talking about?”

Penelope threw her head back in defeat, “Nothing, 187, we were just talking. . .”

“Don’t you think Luke and Penelope would make the cutest couple Spencer?” Y/N smirked.

“You know what? Yeah I do!” Spencer played along, “Have you guys ever thought about that?

Luke was beaming behind Penelope, while she looked like she was trying to hide her enthusiasm. “No actually I haven’t,” she said.

“Well you definitely should,” Y/N said, giggling as her and Spencer walked to his desk.

“Hey, wait come back here! What does your necklace have on it?” Penelope asked, half running after them, Luke closely behind her.

“Whatever you want Penelope, whatever you want.”

“I want to wear his initial On a chain round my neck, chain round my neck Not because he owns me But 'cause he really knows me”

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