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head in the clouds: part vii

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Rory thinks she’s forgotten how to function like a normal human being.

She feels stuck in a dream-like daze, mind replaying the events of the other night on loop. It seems as though every time she thinks about it, she remembers more. Remembers fingertips skimming along her jawline only to tangle in her hair, a hand planted to the small of her back holding her close, being pressed against a warm body and feeling as though this was the only thing that was right in the world.

She’s so consumed by these thoughts that she keeps forgetting that she has to visit real-life sometimes. This morning, she over-poured her coffee, not realizing until it was spilling over and burning her fingers. She put butter onto her bagel instead of cream cheese, texted Gigi instead of her mom, and nearly put salt instead of sugar into Gigi’s tea.

It goes without saying that her roommate is not impressed.

“Girl, what is up with you lately?” Gigi huffs at her latest transgression: she’d handed her the wrong set of keys this morning which led to her being locked out until Rory could get back and let her in.

Gigi kicks off her shoes at the door and heads straight to the kitchen to wash her hands and grab a glass of water. Meanwhile, Rory lingers, taking her time in actually stepping inside because she knows what is about to happen next and she’s not sure how to explain it all to her best friend.

Gigi notices because of course she does, watching her warily as she steps in and hangs her bag. “What happened?” she asks simply, presumably unable to take the silence anymore.

Rory averts her eyes, already trying to plan an escape to her room. But deep down she knows that she’s not getting out of this conversation, so the current game plan is to buy enough time until she can figure out what to say. “Nothing.”

Gigi clears her throat, quickly stepping in front of her to give her a serious look. “Don’t play with me, Rory. What happened?”

She responds with a shrug, still not making eye contact. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Her attempt to get around her friend turns out to be futile, Gigi effectively blocking her off and sending her a glare this time. “Rory, I swear to god, if you don’t tell me now then I’ll get it out of you somehow and you know my methods aren’t always pretty.”

Rory knows better than to mess with her. Gigi is persuasive when she wants to be but she’s known for getting to the bottom of things in unconventional ways and Rory did not want to take her up on that offer. So she sighs, trudging towards the couch and plopping down into it, wishing distantly that it would just swallow her whole.

“It’s Niall, isn’t it.” That is not a question, and Gigi makes it clear when she stands in front of her, hands on her hips, glass of water still clutched in one of them. “What did he do?”

Rory realizes that she doesn’t know how to explain because she has no idea what actually happened. They were drunk, Rory said some dumb things, Niall kissed her, and then everything after that is a mess. She’s spent every waking moment attempting to unravel the tangled strands of memory that are jumbled up in her mind but still can’t wrap her head around what exactly went wrong. She doesn’t know why he abruptly left afterwards or why he won’t respond to her texts. As usual, everything was great until it wasn’t, and now nothing makes sense.

“Rory, jeez, can you get out of your head for five minutes and talk to me?” Gigi is eyeing her with concern now, sitting on the couch next to her, and Rory sighs, wishing once again that she could just evaporate into thin air and not have to deal with her nosy friend at the moment.

“He kissed me.” It feels strangely rousing to say it out loud, like it really happened and wasn’t just a figment of her imagination.

Gigi gasps, clearly shocked and confused because she slides her glass onto the coffee table to give Rory her full attention. “Seriously?” she asks, and Rory nods, a sigh filtering through her lips once again. “Then why on earth are you so upset? Isn’t that what you wanted.”

And it is what she’s wanted. For as long as she’s realized how attracted she is to him, all she’s wanted was to kiss him. But Niall’s reaction afterwards is still playing on loop in her head, like a broken tape. “Yeah, but,” she huffs, feeling too many things at once and unable to articulate any of them, “now I feel like everything is weird because after it happened he like...left so fast and...now he won’t answer my texts and…” She groans exasperatedly, sinking deeper into the couch, hugging a pillow to her chest. “I don’t know.”

Gigi is silent, taking in her words, and it’s a long moment before she speaks again. “Have you tried going over to his place?”

Rory shakes her head, but the idea did occur to her, especially since they didn’t share lifeguard shifts today. “Should I?”

At that, Gigi gives her a small smile, placing a reassuring hand over hers. “You like him, right?”

Rory’s cheeks fill with warmth. She likes him so much she forgets how to breathe around him. “Yeah,” she whispers, hugging the pillow closer.

“Then go and tell him.” Gigi gives her hand a squeeze. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

Rory scoffs, pouting. “He can reject me and say that he regrets everything that happened.”

Gigi’s smile softens as she shakes her head. “You know, I have a feeling that there’s an extremely low chance of that happening.”

It only takes a few more moments of cajoling for Rory to huff in agreement, and she heads to her room to get out of her lifeguard clothes and take a quick shower. She washes the chlorine from her skin and gets changed into a comfortable but nice outfit, meticulously applying her favorite lip gloss for good measure. As she’s emptying her bag for her phone, she finds her sketchbook.

A tired sigh works its way through her at the sight of it. She has yet to find inspiration to draw something good, and is beginning to think that she’s maybe lost her touch. She used to be able to draw all day. No one could ever pry her sketchbook from her hands. And now, she feels as though she hasn’t created anything special or unique in a long time, simply mindlessly dragging her pencil across the pages on some days.

Or so she thought.

Because when she opens the book now, she finds that she has been inadvertently creating something meaningful after all. Spilled across page after page is a summary of her entire summer. At first glance, it may not be as obvious, but she sees it with each flip through the book. Niall’s hands curled into Spike’s fur as the cat curls into his lap; Niall’s fingers caught mid-movement drumming a tune onto his water bottle; Niall emerging through the water of the pool, water stretched like jelly over him as he hasn’t yet broken the surface; Niall in the middle of a laugh, blurred fairy lights hanging over him like stars.

Niall.

He’s everywhere, scattered across the pages of her sketchbook, and despite the fact that many of the drawings don’t include his face or identifiable features, it’s all of him. Rory came back to Hightstown because it’s tradition, because she wanted to move past last summer, because she wanted to find inspiration for her drawings, the artist in her clawing at her chest, waiting for release through her fingers. And she realizes now that her inspiration has been right in front of her the whole time.

Rory remembers wondering whether it was possible for her to be able to just draw her feelings, that perhaps that would be easier than trying to put them into words. And now she sees that she has. All summer she’s been drawing her feelings, been pouring her heart out throughout the pages of her book, without even recognizing it.

And suddenly, she knows what she has to do.

***

Rory shoves her sketchbook into her bag and walks out of her place with a fire in her eyes. She’s a woman on a mission and she’s going to set everything right tonight.

There are 19 days left of summer and it’s time to tell Niall how she feels.

***

Rory is fuming.

It’s still insufferably hot out at the pool today, but it doesn’t compare to the hot ball of anger simmering within her, a slow, boiling roll that is threatening to burst and spill over. The feeling only grows the longer she looks at Niall, sitting in the lifeguard chair across from her on the other side of the pool.

At least he has the gall to look nervous at the way she’s glaring at him through her sunglasses, a scarlet flush spreading down his neck to his chest. His fingers are not rhythmically drumming against his water bottle today. Instead, he haphazardly taps against it, a messy staccato that is clearly not set against a song or tune.

Rory bitterly thinks that it’s good that he’s nervous. Because she could scream at him she’s so angry. Because he kissed her and now he’s ignoring her and she hasn’t been able to get ahold of him long enough to ask why.

She’d gone over to his place last night, armed with her sketchbook and all of her unspoken feelings, ready to tell him that she’s spent the whole summer falling for him and that she couldn’t stop. A nervous lump had formed in her throat, growing larger with each step she took towards his place, and by the time she had made it to his door, she felt like she could pass out with how much she couldn’t breathe.

But the nerves quickly evaporated, being replaced with concern and then frustration, because no matter how long she knocked, he would not open the door. She checked through his windows and even called out his name only to receive no response. And because she didn’t want to cause a scene or draw attention to his place because of Spike, she then had no choice but to return to her place with her tail between her legs, humiliation stinging at her.

Still, she was more concerned than upset, wondering if he was okay, wondering if perhaps it wasn’t his intention to ignore her but something else was going on. She wouldn’t know until she saw him though, because her texts and calls were going unanswered as well.

It wasn’t until she arrived at the pool for her shift in the morning that the multitude of emotions swirling within her threatened to erupt into a full blown rage. He’d completely avoided her when she’d tried to get his attention and he isn’t behind her in the rotation and Rory is so annoyed that she could scream.

Because...what did it all mean? Did he regret everything? Did he wish he could take back that moment that he kissed her and suddenly it was as though all the stars aligned and everything was so right? He had to have felt it too, the way everything seemed to click into place, the way nothing else could ever compare. He had to.

And Rory couldn’t lie to herself and deny that the anger was a mask for the drop of discouragement she felt in her stomach whenever he averted his eyes from her gaze. She couldn’t ignore the way she could feel her heart beating in her throat every time she envisioned confronting him only to be rejected. She couldn’t--she wouldn’t be able to handle it. If he told her that he regretted kissing her then she knew her heart would break into a million pieces.

As the day goes on, she feels her anger simmering away into dread, into apprehension, and suddenly she’s afraid to even confront him at all. Her mind is telling her that perhaps it is better if he doesn’t have to reject her, that perhaps it is better if she just takes the hint and moves on. And they don’t have to talk about it. And they can just pretend this whole summer never happened.

But then she thinks of her sketchbook, laying on her bed back at her place, where she left it after flipping through it again this morning, and she realizes that the memory of this summer, even if they left it like it is right now, would never leave her. It would haunt her, in her dreams, in her sketchbook. Those drawings would always remind her of what could have been. And she doesn’t want that. She doesn’t want an almost. She wants something real.

This thing with Niall...it’s the most real thing she’s ever experienced. Whenever she’s with him she feels like she does when she’s drawing, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, like she’s alive. Whenever she’s with Niall, everything feels right.

She frowns when she looks at him now, sulking into her lifeguard chair. All she wants is to talk to him and she doesn’t know what to do.

The hours of their shift seem to stretch on for an eternity. With each passing moment Rory feels more and more restless. She’s never hated having to stay in one spot for such a long period of time more until right now, as every single emotion under the sun courses through her. From dejection to annoyance to confusion to uneasiness, Rory feels like she’s lived an entire lifetime in the hours she’s spent sitting there staring at Niall.

Someone blows the whistle to signal for adult swim and they rotate again. It’s the last rotation of their shift and it just so happens to be Rory’s break. Normally, when this happens, she simply gathers her things to get ready to head out. But today, she waits. If the way Niall had been wriggling in his chair every time he made eye contact with her was any indication, she knows she’ll have to try and get to him before he can slip away.

So she waits in the secluded entryway of the locker rooms, left alone with her thoughts and tangled web of feelings coursing through her. She wonders now what she should say, how she should act, what her most prevalent emotion is. She tries to only think about all of the things she wants to say to him instead of what he might say back. If she continues to conjure up every single worst case scenario in her mind then she’ll only psych herself out and never approach him at all.

“Rory,” someone hisses, and when she snaps out of her thoughts she finds that it’s Alejandra speed-walking towards her. She’s wearing an expression that looks like a mixture of concern and bewilderment. “What is happening? Did you and Niall break up before you even got together?”

Rory sighs, frowning to herself. Of course she noticed. “It’s complicated,” is all she can think to say, because she doesn’t know how else to explain. Then, she brightens slightly, an idea coming to her. “Can you help with distracting everyone else while I grab him? He always walks to the Shacks with Zafar and Shane and I really need to talk to him.”

Alejandra grins at her, eyes lighting up. “Of course.” Then, a sort of wistful look falls over her features as she clasps her hands over her chest. “Anything for young love.”

And so, they wait. Alejandra and Gigi are similar in the sense that they have this uncanny ability to just pull information out of a person, so Rory ends up divulging bits and pieces to her as they keep lookout for Niall. Alejandra calls her an idiot for not running after him the same night he kissed her and Rory pitifully huffs that she was drunk and too stunned to function.

They bicker back and forth for a few more moments until they spot him, freezing and glancing at each other, conviction written all over their faces, and it’s barely a moment until they’re both rushing out of the locker room. Rory doesn’t have time to second guess herself. She hasn’t even yet planned what she’s going to say because it’s seconds before Alejandra is intercepting the boys, distracting them with a conversation about someone needing help procuring a keg for a party, buying Rory enough time for her to grab Niall’s hand and tug him away.

“What--” he stumbles out, tripping slightly over his feet with how abruptly she pulls him, but allows her to lead him anyway when he realizes what’s happening. “Rory--oh--”

“Shhh,” she gets out. She has no idea where she’s taking him until she sees the pool supply shed nearby and tugs him towards it. “Just follow me.”

Her voice escapes her more curtly than she intends and she can feel Niall’s steps hesitate behind her as a result. “Rory I’m really sorry,” he blurts out just as she’s getting the shed door open. She gives him a look only to find his eyes widened as he watches her nervously, following her inside like a wounded puppy, and she’s barely closing the door behind her before he starts babbling. “I didn’t mean to like, avoid you or anything but I was so nervous that you were going to be upset and--” He pauses to acknowledge whatever expression she throws him, holding his hands out cautiously. “Okay you are upset and that is completely valid because I’ve been a prick--”

“Niall,” Rory huffs, belatedly realizing that perhaps she didn’t need to stress over what to say to him since he seems to have thought of everything for her.

“--and I swear it was never my intention to come across as a jerk because I’m really not like a stereotypical ‘Shack guy’ who has no regard for other people’s feelings--”

“Niall, I know--”

“--it’s just that I really wanted to kiss you all summer and I was drunk and I don’t really know what came over me and I’m so fucking sorry if I made you uncomfortable in any way I swear I’m not the kind of guy to try and take advantage of you or anything and I was really nervous that you’d think poorly of me and never want to see me again because I was impulsive and stupid and--”

“Niall, seriously, just--” Rory is overwhelmed with all the words he’s throwing at her and she wonders if he’s going to stop and breathe anytime soon because she’s been holding her breath throughout this entire exchange and she can really use some oxygen to her brain right now, but he just keeps going.

“--I was only avoiding you because I didn’t know how to face you after everything and I didn’t know if I’d ruined our friendship and I know you’ve already been through a lot and I didn’t want to be another dumbass that fucked with your feelings but then I realized today that that’s exactly what I’ve done and I’m so sorry, I really--”

“Jesus Niall, shut up!” Rory finally takes a breath to clear the thoughts running wild in her mind, scrubbing her hands over her flushed cheeks to try and cool them down, eyes clenched shut as she tries to regain her focus. She doesn’t even know where to begin after everything he’s just said, all of her emotions tangled in a knot within her, but when she opens her eyes to look at him, taking in his wide eyes and heaving chest and a scarlet red blush that traveled the length of his neck only to disappear into the collar of his long-sleeved white tee, she realizes that for once, she should stop thinking about everything so much. She should just listen to the strong and sure sound of her heart, tugging her in the direction of this boy who has turned her whole world around in the matter of a season. Taking a singular step towards him, bridging only a fraction of what feels like an expansive gap between them, she breathes, “I’m not upset with you.”

Niall watches her like she’s just told him she can pluck the sun out of the sky, those bright blue eyes swirling with a storm of emotions much like the way she’s feeling, and he, too, takes a deep breath. “You’re not?” he whispers, as though the wooden walls surrounding them are not allowed to hear.

Rory shakes her head. She feels alight with energy, a warm sensation flowing through her, a fuse ready to blow at any moment. “Well...I was. But not because you kissed me. For what happened after.”

Niall is looking at her like she has the ability to break him, vulnerability coursing through him, and she doesn’t know what to do with that, the power he’s given her by placing his heart in her hands. Because if he hadn’t kissed her, they wouldn’t have been here now. Rory might have never broached the subject and they might still be tiptoeing around their feelings for each other.

“I just--” She, once again, has no idea what to say, wishing that she remembered to bring her sketchbook so she could just show it to him and he can see her heart laid bare across the pages. “I can’t stop--” The words are all lodged in her throat, desperation and longing and want thrumming through her veins, her whole body shaking with it, goosebumps rippling over her skin the longer she looks at him. Niall, for his part, watches her hesitantly, hopefully, and, like always, she’s consumed by him.

All she can think about is kissing him, the last memory of his lips on hers activating a desire within her that’s unlike any she’s ever experienced. She wants so bad that she can’t even remember how to breathe anymore, all of the emotions that have been at war inside her for the past few days welling up until she’s nearly moved to tears. And she can’t take it anymore. It’s clawing at her, the way she feels for him, ripping at her chest in desperate need of release. So she’s not even thinking when she closes the gap between them to wrap her arms behind his neck to pull him into her, crashing her lips to his.

She kisses him so hard it knocks the wind out of her, and she’s gasping for breath as he moans softly into her mouth, his own arms wrapping around her to hold her closer, tilting his head to kiss her deeply. She feels like she can’t be close enough, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt along his shoulders, tugging him towards her as she pours her entire soul into this kiss.

It’s more frenzied than the first time, more desperate, like they have something to prove, like this could be the last kiss they ever have. Niall holds her like she’s made of glass, hands smoothing up the ridges of her spine, delicate touches of warmth that seep into her skin and tumble around in her chest. His lips trail down her jawline, leaving a searing hot trail towards the hinge where he rolls the skin there gently between his teeth, a shuddery sigh working its way out of her throat. He retraces the path of the sound, pressing feather light kisses down her neck and over her collarbones and back up again until he’s hovering over her lips.

“Rory,” he breathes, but she can’t help the way she pulls him into a long, languid kiss again, her fingers tangled into the soft hairs at the nape of his neck. She thinks perhaps that he’s like a better version of coffee or alcohol, highly addictive and a habit she would not mind forming. And she’d keep kissing him if he didn’t have something he just has to say to her, pulling away from her lips again. “Rors.” His voice is hushed and raspy around the edges, and when she peels her eyes open she finds that his are blown out into a darker, duskier blue. He’s watching her like he did after the first time this happened again, like he’s somehow terrified and elated at the same time.

The look he gives her has something flaring up high into her chest and all she knows is that she cannot lose him now that she has him. “What?” she asks, the word escaping her in a ragged whisper. Her hands move to hold his face, fingertips skimming across his warm, flushed skin as she searches his eyes to find whatever it is that has him hesitating. “Tell me, please.” She’s begging but she doesn’t care. She doesn’t want him to slip through her fingers. This is the only thing in a long time that has her feeling like the whole universe has somehow clicked into place for her, and she can’t let him be an almost. “I can’t do this back and forth,” she says, shaking her head desperately, “so tell me what’s on your mind.”

She can see the way he gulps by how his throat moves. He leans into her touch, a hand coming up to close around her wrist, holding her to him. “I like you, Rory,” he murmurs, gaze locked to hers, and a surge of euphoric butterflies flutter within her at his words. “So much. And, I don’t know if this makes me selfish...” he averts his eyes for a moment and she pulls him back to her, holding onto his every word with bated breath, his eyes a blazing, electric blue now, a magnetic current keeping them tangled within each other. “And I know that summer is ending...but, I don’t want to be just one night, or one summer to you.” He brings his other hand up to her wrist too, pulling her hands down to hold them against his chest. “I don’t want ‘just friends’ with you. I want--”

“Rory!” There’s a commotion happening outside the storage shed, the voice calling out her name muffled from the barriers between them. “Niall! Where are you guys!?” Rory sends Niall a puzzled sort of look because the voice sounds a lot like Gigi’s, but then she gets distracted by the gorgeous pink flush of his skin and ruby red of his lips that her brain momentarily stops working. “Rory,” the voice calls out again, and she begrudgingly untangles herself from Niall and heads towards the door.

If it is indeed one of her friends then she’ll probably throw something at them because now is not the time nor the moment to be interrupting. She pulls the door open, stepping out slightly as she searches for who is causing all the ruckus only for her eyes to land on her roommate. Gigi sees her too, immediately running over, and Rory doesn't have time to lament at her terrible timing before she’s relaying the worst possible news.

“They’re doing room checks!” Gigi is huffing as though she’s just marathoned there, her hands pressed to her knees as she attempts to catch her breath. “Leslie called me to tell me. She was trying to reach you.” She then looks towards Niall who has somehow appeared by her side, and Rory glances at him only to spot the disheveled look of him. If Gigi notices the state of the two of them then she doesn’t mention it. “They’re heading over to the Shacks first. I think they’re looking for the cat.”

“Shit,” Niall and Rory mutter at the same time, and just like that, they’re off, the moment they shared a few minutes ago being filed to the back of their minds as this new issue takes precedence. “What do we do?” Niall asks Gigi as they follow her up the path that leads to the Shacks, panic coloring his voice.

Gigi brushes a stray strand of her hair back into her head band, huffing exasperatedly. “I have no idea. But apparently Leslie has a plan.”

Rory wastes no time in fishing her phone out of her waterproof bag and thumbing through her recent calls for Leslie’s number, calling her immediately. She can feel Niall’s nervous energy radiating in waves off of him and it makes her infinitely more on edge. Leslie answers and Rory blurts out, “What are we going to do?”

Leslie must hear how stressed she is because she calmly says, “Okay, just relax. I’ve got a plan. Who’s with you right now.”

Rory glances at her friends, who are watching her anxiously. They’ve all stopped walking at this point. “Just Gigi and Niall.”

“Good.” There’s a commotion on Leslie’s end and it almost sounds like she dropped her phone. Rory can make out Harry’s voice on the other end as well as a few expletives paired with the words hurry and heavy, or something along those lines. “Right,” comes Leslie’s voice again, and she sounds a bit out of breath. Rory puts her phone on speaker, with the lowest volume possible, and they all huddle around it. “I’m with Harry. We’ve got Spike and all of his stuff and are heading over to yours and Gigi’s place. Tell Niall to go to the Shacks so they can check his apartment right now and you guys head to your place.”

Both Rory and Gigi look up at Niall, whose skin is now flushed for an entirely different reason, and he widens his eyes at them. “You promise Spike will be safe right?” he asks into the phone.

“Yes, I promise,” Leslie says reassuringly, and Rory doesn't know how she can stay so calm when they’re currently in a very stressful situation.

If the managers find Spike then not only will they all get in heaps of trouble, but they’ll return him to Mrs. Dreyfuss, and who knows what she’ll do to them and Spike. She says none of this out loud, though, instead sending Niall the most comforting smile she can muster as she encourages him that Leslie knows what she’s doing and that he shouldn’t worry. “It’ll be fine,” she says softly, giving his fingers a squeeze, frowning to herself at the way his responding smile doesn’t meet his eyes. “I’ll text you to keep you in the loop.”

She and Gigi watch him nod and hesitantly continue down the path that will lead to his place before they sigh to each other and turn to head in the opposite direction.

“Are you gonna explain this plan or what?” Gigi asks into the phone, rather impatiently, but Rory is too busy trying to bat away all the worst case scenarios that spark in her mind.

Leslie explains that after the managers check the Shacks, they’ll head over to the Residences, and since Gigi and Rory’s place are near the entrance and will be among the first to be checked, Harry and Leslie will hide out until that happens and then give them Spike once the managers move on. Then they’ll head over to their places to meet up with the managers for their own room checks.

It all sounds very straight-forward. And if all goes to plan, then they will have nothing to worry about and Niall will get to keep Spike. But Rory can’t help how nervous she is at it all. It’s one thing to keep a cat, which Niall stole--or saved depending on how one looked at it--hidden from everyone, but it’s a completely different game to do whatever it is they’re doing now.

Rory and Gigi quickly get to their place and wait. This turns out to be the worst part, the waiting, even though they both know Niall will be fine and that Spike is with Harry and Leslie. They pass time by making tea and alternating between watching TV and scrolling through social media.

Rory tries not to obsessively check her texts but she can’t help it. She thinks back to the beginning of the summer when she told Niall she would not help him hide his stupid stolen cat, and now she’s here, doing that exact thing. She’s grateful, in this moment, that Gigi, Harry, and Leslie were able to step in and help out as well, because she doesn’t know what they would have done if it was just her and Niall keeping this secret.

Finally, her phone buzzes with a text. Niall’s name flashes across her screen with a message that reads: All clear. Rory lets out a sigh of relief, even though this is far from over.

Harry sends her a text a few moments later: Heads up, they’re heading up to your place.

Sure enough, it’s not long until there’s a knock at their door, and Gigi sends her a nervous look before she goes to answer it. Someone from HR walks in and explains that they’re conducting a random room search. They both invite them in and watch as they look around, the HR rep explaining that this is all procedural and they’re not looking for anything in particular. At that, Rory and Gigi glance knowingly at one another, because in the years they’ve been working summers at Hightstown, they’ve never had a room search before.

After a few moments, the rep seems satisfied with the state of their suite and takes their leave. Rory and Gigi politely see him and his entourage out before hurriedly shutting the door and running for Rory’s phone on the coffee table, which is already ringing by the time she gets to it.

It’s Harry: “We’re at your back window!” he gets out quickly, and Gigi rushes towards the window in her room, Rory not far behind her. She’s grateful that they have a ground floor suite because this would have been a problem otherwise.

After a brief struggle, Gigi gets the window open, and Leslie gingerly hands her the half-open duffel, Spike’s head poking out the slightest bit. Even from the tiny gap Rory can see him frowning at them. “Careful,” Leslie grunts as the bag clears the window, “he’s a heavy one.”

Rory helps with sliding the bag into the room before facing Leslie and Harry, both of them sporting red cheeks and huffing for breath slightly. “Thanks guys,” she says, smiling. “No one suspects anything, right?”

Harry shakes his head, smiling back. “Nah. The only thing they found at some places were people’s weed stashes, but other than that, I think we’re in the clear.”

Leslie nods, sending Rory a reassuring grin. “Take care, alright? We better get going. When everything cools down we can help with getting him back to Niall’s.”

Rory waves at them and, just like that, they’re off, running over to their own places before the HR rep shows up. When she closes the window and draws the curtains, she turns around only to find that Gigi has managed to get Spike out of the bag, the cat meowing in what sounds like annoyance at the both of them, perpetual frown intact. Rory looks at Gigi, both of them still jittery from the rush of adrenaline caused by this whole thing, and they can’t help but laugh at how bizarre this all is.

“You’re a whole load of trouble, aren’t you,” Gigi says to Spike, crouching down to run her fingers across his fur, earning a purr from him. “But you’re cute so I guess you’re worth it.”

Rory laughs again and they both lure Spike to the living room where they all curl up on the couch, heaving a huge sigh of relief. While the day is not yet over, they’re in the clear now, and that’s all that matters at the moment. She reaches for her phone to shoot a text to Niall letting him know that everything went to plan.

Spike doesn’t seem to be in the mood for cuddling, instead nuzzling into a corner of the couch and promptly falling asleep, probably tired from the day’s adventures, so Rory and Gigi busy themselves with warming leftovers for dinner. They laugh to themselves for a while, and Gigi remarks that this is perhaps the most eventful summer she’s ever had at Hightstown. Rory readily agrees, glancing over to the couch where this large, frowny, but impossibly cute cat is peacefully slumbering.

Now that the whole Spike situation has been dealt with, Gigi quickly segues into talking about the elephant in the room, waggling her brows at her roommate as she teases her. “So,” she starts, twirling her fork around a lump of spaghetti, “what were you and Niall doing in the pool shed.”

Rory huffs at her, rolling her eyes but smiling nonetheless. Her heart flutters in her chest as she recalls Niall’s words from earlier, that he likes her, that he’s wanted to kiss her the whole summer, that he wants more with her. “Nothing,” she mutters into her plate.

Gigi simply laughs, loud and hearty, and Rory blushes at the sound of it. “You are so whipped for him.”

Rory rolls her eyes again, but this conversation reminds her of one they had at the beginning of the summer, sitting at this very table, of Gigi teasing and Rory glaring and it’s interesting how the summer has developed since that moment. She endures a round of good-natured joking from her roommate as they finish up dinner and tidy the kitchen. She can’t even retort like she always does because she’s still processing the day’s events and Gigi isn’t even wrong about anything anyway.

They talk for a few more moments--sans teasing this time--before Gigi heads to her room to grab her clothes, announcing that she’ll be taking a bath. She always spends forever in the bathroom so Rory decides to make herself comfortable on the couch, switching on a movie before getting distracted with a knock on her door.

She freezes, glancing apprehensively in the direction which Gigi disappeared to only to hear the shower turn on. When it’s clear that she is the one that will have to deal with this, she sighs to herself, slowly making her way towards the door. As her fingers close around the knob, she gulps nervously, hoping that it’s someone she knows and not the HR rep again.

She hesitantly cracks it open, peering out through the small gap only to find that she needn’t have worried at all, her favorite serene blue eyes blinking back at her, and just like that, her heart slows to a calm beat. “Hey,” she breathes, opening the door fully for him.

Niall smiles in that soft, bashful way of his and it makes her heart skip a beat. “Hey.” He steps in and she closes the door behind him, turning around only to find that he’s standing incredibly close, the warmth of his skin radiating towards her, and she’s suddenly reminded of how it felt to be all wrapped up in him, how his lips were on hers not even a few hours ago, how much she craves him still.

“Spike’s in the living room,” is what comes out of her mouth, even though she really wants nothing more than to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him into her again.

He nods, sweet smile intact as he lets her lead the way. Once he spots Spike on the couch, he quickly makes his way towards him, hands nuzzling against the cat’s face as he murmurs, “My Spikey boy. You’re safe now.” Spike purrs happily against Niall’s touch, closing his eyes almost blissfully as he stretches against Niall’s lap, and Rory can’t help the way she smiles fondly at the sight.

Watching Niall laugh softly with the cat, his demeanor gentle and pleasant, she’s reminded of how much she likes him, of how just the sight of him can have a wave of comfort wash over her. She remembers now how he spilled his own feelings to her earlier, wide and honest eyes watching her hopefully, and she hasn’t yet gotten the chance to tell him her truth.

This changes tonight. She knows that she can’t let him leave without coming clean, without letting him know that she cannot, for the life of her, get him out of her head. Not after she now knows how it feels to be held by him like he’s afraid to break her, not after she now knows how it feels to be truly consumed by him, his lips on hers, his hands brushing across her skin.

She hurries to her bedroom to grab the sketchbook that’s still resting on her covers, her heart beating a million miles a minute. Anticipation thrums through her skin as she makes her way back to the living room, mind running wild at the thought that this is finally happening, that she’s finally doing this, and there’s no way she’s backing down now.

She finds him where she left him, perched on the couch with Spike, and when he sees her approaching, he smiles at her, standing up with his hands shoved nervously into his pockets. She’s not sure what look she’s wearing but when she gets closer, his eyes soften a bit, smile faltering only slightly. “Everything okay?” he asks, voice soft and gentle in the silence of the living room.

Rory takes a deep breath, nodding nervously. She doesn’t know what to say so she just unceremoniously hands him her sketchbook. Niall looks at her quizzically before he takes it, his hands brushing against hers as he does. “Open it,” she says, voice nearly a whisper. Her heart is beating as though she’s just run a marathon.

He wordlessly flips it open, mindlessly going through the pages, eyes lingering on every single one. She sees the exact moment realization dawns on him, his features softening as he takes in a breath. He trails his fingers across the one of him and Spike, one she drew the night she agreed to help him with his whole stolen cat situation, and he looks up at her, blue eyes brightened up like the twinkling stars in the night sky.

And then, the words just flow out of her. “I like you, too,” she says quietly, twisting her fingers together. “I think I always kinda knew, but I didn’t really think much about it. Our friendship made me so happy that I guess I was too afraid of potentially ruining it.” Niall places the book down on the couch, Spike having long wandered off somewhere, and steps into her space, eyes never leaving hers. “But now…” she breathes, voice catching slightly in her throat as he presses a hand to her lower back. “I realize that I don’t want just friends with you either.”

Niall’s smile grows impossibly wide at that, his fingers reaching out to brush her hair behind her ear before he gently caresses her face. And this time, when he leans in to kiss her, it’s soft and tender and perfect. It’s not a frenzied, desperate kiss, but one that feels like a promise, like a beginning, like everything Rory has ever wanted.

And she wouldn’t change it for the world.

***

This is how it starts, this new chapter of their lives, this new era in their relationship.

This is how it starts and there are only 18 days of summer left.

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It's Better When The Sun Goes Down — Nanami x Reader

This is a piece for the Anilysium Server NSFW Collab! Make sure to check the masterlist to see other writer's works! This month's prompt was: "I can't hold back anymore"

I'd like to dedicate this fanfic to one of my dearest and closest friends. I'm not a Nanami simp myself, but they are. And I have fun writing for Nanami, and also I love writing angsty things and flawed characters. Reg, I hope you enjoy this as much as you enjoy my more casual writing.

(it's pink bcs youre Chancho)

Word Count: 5.4K

Warnings: Mentions of breakup and heartbreak, alcohol and drug consuption, public sex, ghosting, lots and lots of angst. This does not have a happy ending. This is also non proof read bcs I kinda left it to the last minute I'm sorry, I'll go back and edit it when I am not in a rush dcj nd

Summary: Nanami’s return to the Sorcerer life wasn’t so bad. It could be better if Gojo wasn’t determined to get him back with his ex. As Nanami tries to get on good terms with them, things get out of control, only to end up where it all began.

I made this playlist while writing, in case you wanna listen to it while reading. Preferably listen to it without the shuffle, but you can hear it on shuffle, no biggie.

Nanami had forgotten how painfully unbearable Gojo could be. His return as a Sorcerer had been nothing out of the ordinary for a Sorcerer's standards. Missions here and there, or watching over some of Gojo's students. But God, he had surely stepped out of the line this time.

He couldn't even begin to explain how much he hated his current situation. Fighting by your side for the first time in years felt like rubbing hot oil on an open wound. The uncomfortable ignoring the elephant in the room between you two, as you two tracked and fought what felt like a million Curses.

When the adrenaline was at its peak, it felt almost nostalgic; though he'd then remembered everything else and immediately made his own reality bitter and awkward. Overshadowed by the advantage of years of experience ahead of him made him resent you even more. He knew it was childish and pointless to keep remembering everything that happened between you two, but that bittersweet memory would most likely keep him at bay.

You were still strong, witty, fearless, reckless and quick to act and defend yourself. The way you moved looked more swiftly and coordinated than you did back in your student days. Almost as if you were a professional dancer. He hated every bit of it. He couldn’t stop looking at you, thinking about you, and the possibilities of what you two would have become.

After the mission was over, no words were exchanged between you two. Aside from the: "Are you alright?" He told you as you simply gave him a thumbs up as you caught your breath drenched in sweat. An entire ride in an uncomfortable silence, until he reached the school and you got out of the car.

"Thanks. You did a great job. Keep it up" You said. Cold, and straight to the point. Closing his car door before he could reply. And soon, you were gone.

As Nanami tried to get his mind off the mission, Gojo made it difficult. He called him to ask for the details of the mission. He seemed amused and intrigued, as clearly you hadn't told him shit. And honestly, he could understand why. Gojo was meddling on things that weren’t his business, and things that had died a long time ago.

"Why are you interrogating me, Gojo?" He asked as he pressed hisnfingers on the bridge of his nose. "Ask your underling…"

"Because that jerk left for the bar as soon as they arrived" He explained. "And I know better than to annoy a drunk [Name], It took me a while but...I finally learned my lesson" He chuckled. “I knew they could hit hard, but damn, I had a big ass bruise…” Nanami could almost hear his stupid grin.

"You make it sound like it's a recurrent event" Nanami pointed out, slightly surprised as he didn't know you were a drinker.

"Oh, Nanami-kun, you really know nothing huh?" Gojo said, smiling widely as he had managed to manipulate Nanami into asking.

"Know what?" Nanami hissed as he now swore he could hear Nanami creepily grinning at his phone.

"No, nothing!” Gojo said as if it were nothing; trying and succeeding at peeking at Nanami’s curiosity “I'm not gonna talk over depressing things on the phone. Gotta go, bye! Kith kith, Kento-kun" Gojo sang and hung up, as he smirked, proud of his little mischief. He sighed deeply as he stretched in his bed. "Soon, those two will be back together" he smirked to himself.

Nanami hissed a curse under his breath as he locked his phone and threw it on his bed and went to the kitchen. If he had understood well, Gojo had just hinted at a possible drinking problem. He tried shaking his mind off of it. You couldn't, could you? You weren’t a drinker...You weren’t the last time he saw you. You were able to party and have fun without having to intoxicate yourself.

You were wild, cheerful, unpredictable. Everything he was not. And that’s what had made him fall in love with you back in your school days. You were so laid back, he could feel it permeating into him when you two hung out. The few times he’d broken rules was because you’d been the bad influence, however, you somehow managed to get away with it, and leave him with some distant memory in which he felt actually glad to be alive. He usually felt like he was walking on a cloud stuck in time, being present and enjoying the little things that made his everyday memories.

He’d really screwed up after breaking up with you...if he could call that a breakup... His life took a dramatic turn. And then, he turned his back to this world, and got immersed in the gray life the average man in Japan had. Away from what he's familiar with, away from his friends, away from you.

And now, apparently, you had a drinking habit. He wondered if he had caused it, or if he was one of the reasons behind it. The guilt started creeping in. The same guilt and regret he felt after ghosting on you. Not being able to bring himself to properly end things with you.

The guilt he’d managed to swipe under the rug for so many years creeped back out, and followed him around as the afternoon went by. After having a shower, changing into more comfortable clothes and in a lame attempt to cook dinner, he decided to test his luck. He put on a dark button down shirt and decided to go to the bar closest to the School. He felt the naive hope to find you there. However, if you had an actual problem, then his chances to see you there were higher.

Such was his surprise to find you there, trying to get rid of some insistent guy who kept talking to you despite your very obvious lack of interest. Before you could spot him, he watched you aggressively turn to the guy and talk to him in a rather rude tone. Sounding almost like a moody sailor as the guy’s face soon was washed with horror and disgust and walked away. As you turned your face back to your drink, your eyes scanned the bar, finally spotting him.

“Oh god” You whined as you pulled the glass to your lips. “It’s too early to be this drunk…” You hissed.

“Mind if I sit here?” He asked, pointing at the chair in front of you.

“Tell Gojo to go fuck himself…” You snapped at him as you stood up and stumbled your way to the bar asking for a refill. Nanami looked at you, feeling slightly sorry for your tipsy state, as he’d never seen you like that. And he knew being mad and drunk was never a good combination. As you turned around with your glass and made your way back to your table, you gave him a slightly repulsed smile. “You’re still here…”

“Gojo didn’t send me here, if that’s what you’re thinking” He replied.

“He might as well have manipulated you into doing so, has that crossed your mind?” You said with a sassy tone as you sat back down. “Why are you still standin’?”

Nanami took that as an invitation as he ignored your last comment, trying to refuse the idea that Gojo had manipulated him.

“Rough day, huh?” He said as you nodded and stared at your drink.

“Look, Kento. I’m glad that you’re back. I really am. You’re strong, and you’re smart…” You began. “But I’m gonna cut the chase, I’m kinda annoyed too. Ever since you got back, Gojo has been sticking his snobby nose into my business” You explained. “Many of the missions he sends you in, I’m supposed to be there as well, but manage to get busy by then and not go”

“So you’re actively avoiding me?”

“Yes” You replied bluntly. “Mostly because Gojo is trying very hard to bring us back together. But no, I learned my lesson the first time” You said taking a sip to your scotch, feeling it smoothly sliding down your throat, no longer feeling the burn from the alcohol.

“I haven’t apologized for that…” Nanami began.

“Don’t” You interrupted him. “It’s better this way”

“Are you sure? Because you still seem to have an issue with it…” Nanami said, managing to read you like an open book like he always did. He still had that ability.

You glared at him, angrily as you opened your mouth to snap back at him, but your mind was foggy and a big portion of your brain was focused on the little details surrounding him. His black shirt, the first buttons undone. His thick wrists, one of them hiding underneath a fancy looking watch, his blond hair pushed back, his sharp features...And god, his smell. The smell of his cologne luring you in like a fly to honey. Since any words made it to your mouth, your next step was to take another sip.

“You’re drinking too fast” He pointed out.

“None of your business” You said standing up and taking your wallet out and leaving a few bills on the tale. “I’m out” You said coldly and walked out of the bar.

Nanami sighed, frustrated that he hadn’t managed to get anything out of interaction. Aside from the pretty clear fact that you disliked him. However, he didn’t think of the possibility of you resenting him so much because you still had feelings for him.

As you walked out of the bar, the chilly wind hit the back of your neck, making you shiver. You cursed, knowing it was going to make you feel drunker faster. You made your way to the school with long steps, trying to make it to your dorm before your last drink made it to your head. Despite the cold wind, the hot tears in your eyes in a way kept your face warm. As you tried to keep yourself from crying, you heard steps behind you.

“Wait” You heard Nanami’s voice calling behind you as you stopped on command, against your own will. You swallowed the lump on your throat and managed to keep the tears still in your eyes, as you refused to look at

him. “At least let me walk you home. You can’t walk on your own like this…”

“Oh, so now you care?” You said turning around and looking at him, giving him a smug smile. “You’ve changed” You scoffed bitterly.

“Please” He said, knowing better than trying to argue with you.

Your stare on him softened, as something within you urged you to say yes. To have more time with Nanami and maybe cling to the bittersweet memories you were constantly reliving since his return.

“Fine” You said, very much to his surprise. He smiled and walked closer to you with the gentle smile that had been haunting your dreams as of lately.

“C’mon. My car is not far from here…”

You stopped coldly as he mentioned a car. Taking a second look at him, you wondered how much he’d changed. He’d become an adult through and through, hadn’t he? While you were still a mess...Or so you thought. To Nanami’s eyes, you were a far better sorcerer and warrior than him. And he envied you for it.

“Are you actually going to take me to the school?” You asked, suddenly growing suspicious of him, as you’d had plenty of experiences with strangers on the street and knew better than going into someone’s car in a drunken state.

Not that you didn’t trust Nanami. You didn’t trust yourself drunk.

“I was actually thinking of taking you somewhere for dinner and then to the school” He said.

“Not hungry”

“No, but you’re drunk. It’ll sober you up, and tomorrow morning you’ll thank me when you wake up without a hangover” He said as he walked towards his car.

“I don’t have any more money on me” You lied, looking for an excuse to avoid spending any more than necessary with him.

“I didn’t ask you if you have money” He said boldly as he managed to make you smirk for the first time since his return.

“Smooth, Nanami. You’ve grown” You said as you followed him.

The walk to his car felt like your chest burnt far more than the alcohol ever did. It felt bitter, it hurt and was nauseating. Was it really it, or was it the alcohol finally catching up with you? Like flashes of instant memories being erased from your memory, the drive to a restaurant felt like a poorly edited foreign film. The car felt like some intense themed park ride as you felt dizzy with the alcohol whispering everything you missed about him. It was gross and it was sickening.

The Ramen sign on the outside on itself managed to sober you up a little by taking your mind off Nanami. As you followed him, clumsily standing on your feet, you sat on one of the tables and tried to make sense of the dancing letters in the menu. More flashes of memories were taken off your head, as you wondered what was happening and how drunk were you for you to start blacking out.

“Not good…” you muttered under your breath.

“Did you say something?” Nanami asked.

“No. Nothing”

“How are you holding up?”

“I’m not”

“You’ll feel better in a bit. Don’t worry…” He said softly as he sipped from a soda you didn’t know he had. When had he ordered it? You looked in front of you to the nice surprise that you had one too despite not knowing how or when. “I ordered some ramen for you. Something spicy...It’ll sober you up faster”

You chuckled as you looked at him.

“And how do you know that?” You asked with a cheeky tone as he smiled softly.

“Went drinking a lot with friends from work” He said. “I learned a few things here and there”

More brief black outs kept lazily painting a rather miserable painting in your memory. As you ate your ramen, you found yourself relaxing more and more. Was it the hot spicy broth? In the beginning, the balck outs weren’t getting any less frequent, however, as the night went by, you found yourself sobering up like he said. Soon, the black outs were gone, however you were still somehow locked in a haze. Although it made sense. The amount of booze as well as the short time, it was going to take a lot more than just one hot bowl of spicy ramen to get you back to a sober state.

The conversation kept flowing comfortably as both of you ate. It was reminiscent of the old days, nostalgic and somehow morbid. As the both of you tried to grasp at the old days when your worries were limited to school work. Catching up like old friends who hadn't seen each other, as if you didn’t have hard feelings for each other.

After having finished your food, Nanami paid for both of your meals and went back out into the cold night. The sky black, stars hidden by the streetlights as you made it to his car and finally noticed the silver color in it.

As he drove back to the school, you noticed he took a small detour, instantly setting alarms in your head.

“Where are we going?” You asked, your voice considerably serious as he noticed the change in tone from the pleasant talk they were having in the restaurant.

“There’s somewhere I’d like to go…” He said as he briefly looked at you and gave you a tender smile.

That smile made your heart uncomfortably skip a beat as you hated the effect he still had on you. You didn’t dare to ask any further as you slowly recognized the route he was taking. As he slowly took one of the roads towards the edge of the city close to the coast line. He stopped in a rather deserted place, as he got off the road and stopped the car.

Despite the lack of light, aside from the few streetlights, you knew exactly where you were. A whole in your chest opened dramatically as you felt your eyes tear up and happy memories attached to the location flooded your mind.

“Kento…” You said chuckling bitterly.

“When I said I wanted to apologize, I meant it…” He said as you clenched your jaw and looked out your window, avoiding his stare.

“And I told you I didn’t want to talk about it…”

“You’re still upset about it, I get it. And I don’t blame you” He began as he felt his heart beating hard in his chest. “Look at me, please”

You wanted to say something to him. But you knew you would break down crying as soon as you opened your mouth. You took a deep breath and without saying anything you looked at him. His dark brown eyes gazing into yours, as he was looking at you with a rather pained stare.

“You remember this place, don’t you?” He asked.

A bitter laugh escaped your lips as you clicked your seatbelt, getting it off.

“I’m done” You said dryly as you opened the door and got out of the car.

“No, [Name]. Please, wait” He said as he mirrored your movements and excited the car walking around it.

“Of fuckign course I know where I am, Kento” You barked as you walked away approaching the door. “I know where I lost my fucking virginity, okay?” You barked as you stopped coldly and looked at him, tears finally streaming off your face. “Look, I’ll make us a favour and summarize this conversation. Yes, you’re a fucking asshole for just taking off one day and completely disappearing. Yes, I’m still mad about it. No, I won’t take your apology. No, I don’t care about whatever shitty excuse you have for me to listen to you. You bringing me here out of all places isn’t going to change shit…” You spat all in one breath as you stopped and took a deep breath.

“I loved you, Kento. I really did. And it hurt to have you just dissipate like you were a hallucination or something...You were my first kiss, my first love, my first everything! And one day I lost all of that. You ruined sex for me!” You yelled angrily. “I could never hold, kiss or sleep with anyone, because at some point I’d see your stupid face, and then be incredibly underwhelmed because I would not enjoy sex. I can’t feel anything anymore, Kento...The only way I can actually enjoy those things is by getting drunk or high” You admitted. “I can’t walk into bookstores, nor eat sandwiches or diet coke, nor drink tea because all those things remind me of you. And yes, it’s lame that all these years later I still care about those things. And this is why I can’t forgive you” You cried, as your voice shook.

Nanami’s heart broke little by little at each one of your words. He knew he’d screwed up and had hurt you deeply. But he wasn’t aware of the actual impact. He clenched his jaw as he felt his chest tight and a lump on his throat. Now the drinking problem made sense. Gojo had painted it like you were an alcoholic, but it wasn’t exactly the case. So you’d gone to the bar to get it off with some stranger, probably pretending it was him.

The dizzying pain and weight of his mistakes blinded him for a second as he walked towards you as you kept bitterly complaining. As you tried to walk away, you made a very poor effort as he caught up with you and cupped your face in his hands, bringing you closer to him and shutting you up by pressing his lips against you.

The sudden surprise made your heart stop. Your mind turning numb and blank at once as you struggled to bring yourself to push him away. However, truth be told, you didn't want to push him away. The poor attempt to push him away was more than obvious. The strong fighter you were, barely making any physical effort. Nanami's hands wrapped around your back and pulled you close, squeezing you against him as he sighed into the kiss.

Finally kissing him back, you locked your lips against his desperately, eager to taste the lips you've been dreading in your dreams. Clinging to him like he was going to disappear again, a soft whimper escaped your mouth. Your chest pressing against him as he felt his own world getting blurry.

He broke the kiss pulling away as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“You have no idea how much I missed you” He whispered as you clung to him.

“I-I…” You stuttered, the words tasting bitter before they even made it to your mouth. “Fuck, I want you, Kento” You growled as he pulled you in, kissing you hungrily again.

His hands posessively clinging to you as he slowly guided you back to the car. One step at the time as you both melted in a hungry sour kiss. As you ran out of breath, you pulled away, gasping for air as you gripped his collar in your hands.

“I can’t hold back anymore” You said as you pulled away and grabbed his hand, walking back to his car.

Your words unleashed a shiver down his spine as his heart skipped a beat and raced like crazy, as his pants started feeling tighter on his crotch. He chuckled softly as he realized his own judgement seemed to have disappeared with that first kiss. And before you could even make it to his car, he gripped your hips and spun you around as he bumped his forehead against yours.

“I can’t either” He admitted as he guided you to the car’s hood and pulled you over it. Ass you sat on the warm hood, he got between your legs and you wasted no time wrapping them around his waist. He grunted softly feeling your crotch against his as you pulled him closer to seal your lips together.

As you soon were absorbed by the dizziness of your rising heat, his hand went to your bare thighs as he slowly caressed your skin, going up and lifting your skirt up in the process. A soft moan slid into his mouth as he gripped your ass softly and squeezed it. The way your skin got covered in goosebumps and how you jerked your hips made him moan in response.

It felt good, and intoxicating. The driving desire burning his insides. The feeling of desiring to taste you all over and have you shaking underneath him. God, he’d missed that particular rush of adrenaline. His body reacting to the deeply buried memories now loose. He felt like he was in the best high he’d experienced. Lightheadedness and presence in the moment, he hadn’t felt this alive in so long.

Your hands were slowly undoing his buttoned shirt and were quick to explore his warm skin. He pulled away from the kiss, gasping as he looked at you. Your devilish smile matching your hungry stare. You leaned forward kissing his neck, nibbling on his skin every now and then. His hand gripped your hair tightly, pulling it lightly, making you look up at him as he stared at you.

He leaned forward, kissing you once more, this time a lot more slow and a lot more tender. It was sweet and it was slow and it took you by surprise. You felt his sweet kiss begging you, still holding on to the feelings you both decided to drown unsuccessfully. It almost hurt. It was the kind of kiss that told you how much you missed and needed each other. How much you regretted the mistakes you’ve done.

As you melted against his lips, his hands slowly slid your panties off. You helped him lifting your hips a little but as you giggled against his lips.

“Eager?” You said with a playful smirk.

“You have no idea” He replied as he took off your panties and shoved them in his back pocket.

His hand made it back to your thigh, slowly going up until he palmed your hot sex. Stealing a gasp out of your mouth, he teasingly ran one of his fingers through your dripping slit, making him smile satisfied.

“I’m not the only one, huh?” He said as you looked at him with lustful eyes.

You took his glasses off and set them aside. You were about to go back to kissing his neck when he slid one finger inside of you effortlessly. A rather loud moan escaped your lips as you shut your eyes closed feeling your entire body tingle in a way you hadn’t felt in years. You smiled satisfied as you continued kissing his neck. Slowly, he got another finger inside. The delicious stretch of his second finger prompting you to bite his neck softly making him growl your name softly. His fingers explored the whole he knew so well, as he found your sweet spot almost by muscle memory. More moans came out of your throat sounding like music to his ears.

“Fuck, Kento” You hissed as you took off your top, not caring that you were outdoors and by the road. Up to this point, you were so pent up, you simply craved him like you’d never craved anything before.

Nanami wasted no time and kissed your neck, going down to your neck, gently biting your skin every now and then. Sucking delicately on your skin, leaving marks that wouldn’t last long. He pulle dhis fingers out of you, clinging to your body desperately. As you laid on the car’s hood, you devoured him with your lustful eyes, begging him to get on top of you. Wearing just your skirt by this point, Nanami groaned at the plain sight of you.

He undid his belt and his pants. Your hands playfully teasing your own body in an attempt to drive him crazier and crazier. He cursed under his breath as he couldn’t take it any longer. He pulled his painfully hard erection out of his pants. You watched hi, intrigued, stretching your hands towards him, gently gripping his dick. His breath hitched and you smiled proudly.

Nanami leaned over the car hood, slowly getting on top of you, his shaft resting on your belly as he looked at how much deep could he go inside of you. His tip almost reaching you belly button, as the idea alone made a shiver run down his spine.

"Please, Kento" you gasped, need dripping from your voice as you caressed his dick

He growled softly as he pulled away softly, aligning against your entrance and slowly going in. You gasped, pushing your head back and pressing your hips against his making him go deeper.

Hissing your name, he jerked his hips, his tip.kissing your cervix as sudden rush of pain jolted through your body, followed by pleasure. You dug your nails in his shoulders as he thrusted back and forth, hitting all the right spots. The sound of his gasps and grunts hypnotizing as you got wetter by the second. His length coated in your juices, echoing in lewd wet noises.

He was rough. He usually was. Back in student days, he was particularly rough. As quiet and collected as he seemed, he sure got his stress out if his body through wild sex.

Relentlessly pushing against you, stretching you in such a delicious way only he knew how. Strong and aggressive movements as your walls swallowed him whole every time, breathless moans escaping your lips with every push. The cool wind kissing your skin, only enhancing his warmth.

As you felt your orgasm progressively approaching, the realization of how addicted you were to him hit you. He was everything you desired. And it was wrong. Before the feeling of uneasiness started to sink in, a sudden electric rush ran through your body. Painfully and soothing, as you tightly clenched around himbsoon numbed your mind.

As you came around him, your walls sucked him in tightly, as he was right over the brink, your velvet flesh pushed him off the edge. He didn't have time to pull out. And honestly, he didn't want to pull out. The way your walls milked him felt delicious. As he rode you through your orgasm, filling you up as his head felt dizzy and the world was spinning faster than usual. His hot seed coating your insides, as you shut your eyes closed, feeling the very last of your orgasm fading away.

He pressed his forehead against yours. Loud pants echoing.

However, the world didn't quite return to its regular focus.

The rest of the night went by in a fuzzy hot mess of events. You returned to his apartment and kept feasting on each other, making up for the lost time. Both of you incredibly starved and needy, you desperately went at it over and over again. It was a rather long night. As you feared, no one made you feel as he did. All of him was addicting. His smell, his voice, his warmth, his skin...It didn’t matter how many strangers you fucked, or how drunk or high you were, he felt just right. He made you cum so easily, it seemed ridiculous everyone else couldn’t.

But you knew it was far more than that.

You were still deeply in love with him. No wonder why he had that effect on you. Just hearing his breathlessly gasp was enough to have you soaking wet and under his mercy. Between sweet kisses, fake promises and sweaty sex, he quite literally fucked you to oblivion. Until either of you could take it any longer and you two fell asleep in each other’s arms. It had been a long tiring night, as you knew many of your muscles were gonna be sore the next day. Your chest painted in red and blue bruises.

It was possibly one of the best night sleeps he’d had. In such a long time. The uncomfortable hole in his chest didn’t feel so wide now. Just like you, he didn’t know how much he actually needed you until now. His regrets, his guilt, the thoughts haunting him on how much of a jerk he’d been when he simply took off...All those feelings went away for a night. As he tasted the wonders of the universe under your skin. Feeling ecstatic and euphoric for the first time in years. However, nothing could’ve prepared Nanami for what he was about to experience when he woke up.

“What the hell is this?” Gojo asked as he waved around the folder you’d left a few hours earlier in the Headmaster’s office.

“Why the fuck do you care?” You said as you grabbed it, ripping it off his hands.

“You’re seriously leaving for Kyoto?” He whined.

“So my transfer was accepted? Great!” You said sarcastically as you opened the folder and saw the Headmaster’s seal at the bottom.

“What about Nanami-kun?” Gojo replied as the very last string of your patience snapped.

“Oh, fuck you, Gojo! You tried to force us back together, but it’s not going to happen” You snapped. “I’m done. I’m done with him, and I’m done with you sticking your nose in my business”

“Do you really think that running away will solve anything? You’ll still be depressed as hell”

“The less I know about him, the better” You said as you turned around, hot tears blurring your sight as you headed with long steps towards your room. “I don’t trust myself around him…” You whispered. “He’s my weakness Gojo, I can’t let that happen…” You said coldly.

You’d left that morning very early, before Nanami woke up. And you left leaving no trace of you ever being there. Unintentionally doing the same he did. It was unintentional because you hadn’t done it out of spite. Your thought process had been simply. You preferred to not have that conversation and simply leave without him noticing. You had had the exact same thought process Nanami had had all those years ago.

You didn’t waste time and soon started packing your things to leave for Kyoto right away.

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I'm surprised I haven't seen anyone draw parallels between Feyre leaving Tamlin for her Mate to Elain leaving Azriel for her Mate. (Ignoring the fact I hate Rhysand, the books obviously want me to think he's the best person ever so I'll just pretend). Because that's what I see happening.

Elain and Azriel are so clearly rebounds for one another. Elain's still grieving her human love and life, and Azriel is still hung up on Mor. They're both quiet and available, so they jump to each other. That's it. The Azriel POV was purely about what he wants. How he wants to fuck her and taste her. He's just sex to her.

Even if E/riels had a more convincing case, it's not like SJM hasn't pulled a SIKE on us before. If she goes anywhere with E/riel, she'll undoubtedly pull it back. SJM doesn't take Mating bonds lightly, and she's stated that she loves Lucien. And if anyone deserves the happiness of a bond, it's him.

Feyre and Rhys, and Cassian and Nesta, all had relationships/lovers before Mating. Elain "liking" Az now, (which we're not even clear on), doesn't really mean much.

I'd like to hear your thoughts! You're so good at this, and you always explain my thoughts so perfectly. Love and light 💕💕💕

honestly there are quite a few feysand/elucien parallels that people either don't see or choose to ignore.

rhysand was first presented as a villain to feyre, the same could be applied to lucien just bc of his envolvement with tamlin (that he wrongfully gets blamed for btw idk why e/riels love blaming tamlin's mistakes on lucien). feyre was engaged before she went to rhys, elain was engaged before she met lucien. both were/are? still hung up on their former fiances. feysand as a couple represents the night, elucien would represent (at least in part) day. it's literally night and day with them. they're similar but also wholly their own pairing, it's fascinating to me.

anyway i think i will use this ask to spill some of my e/riel opinions sorry about that! alright let's start off with this controversial statement: i don't think e/riel was ever meant to be endgame.

i've seen it said a few times over the years that sarah changed her mind about elucien and while that's possible bc she also previously changed her mind on lucien and nesta one has to ask themselves..... if she wanted to write a mate bond rejection why didn't she stick with her original plan of lucien and nesta being mates? she's said herself that they wouldn't work but she chose to change lucien's mate to someone who compliments him better, and it's to feyre's other sister no less. that tells me lucien is important and powerful, he's mated to one of the sisters, one of the key players of the entire series.

another point is we can assume (and we could be wrong, let me put this here before someone yells at me or vague blogs about it) that sjm had an elucien endgame in mind when writing acowar, right? and when she was touring for that book hadn't she already started work on acofas? and we know that she's never on social media, so if she had an elucien endgame in mind when she wrote all of the supposed e/riel "evidence" where does that leave us?

drama. tension. conflict. angst.

i think that's what it all comes down to. people will say that elucien was a front while e/riel is the true endgame but... it all seems a bit easy, doesn't it? e/riel is right in your face while elucien is silently brewing in the background. what if the bait and switch isn't elucien, but e/riel?

sarah has shown us before that she likes to use her characters as ways for her other characters to end up with their endgame matches. for example, without tamlin, feyre wouldn't have met rhys. and moving over to throne of glass for a second, if not for chaol, aelin wouldn't have met rowan. and in turn, if aelin hadn't given yrene the money she needed in tab, chaol wouldn't have met her.

are the e/riel scenes romantically coded? yes, probably. i'm not saying they aren't, some people picked up on it but i personally didn't get that vibe myself, especially in acowar, but acofas kinda blurred the lines a bit. but even then, i didn't think they'd work out and i still don't understand the arguments that are supposed to be in their favor from that book. elain says she doesn't want a male so that excludes lucien but not azriel somehow? that line means she doesn't want any fae, she wants a human man, she wants graysen. then we have lucien saying he can't even stand to be in the same room as elain which i never read as a "oh i hate this person" kinda way. no, it's bc the whole situation between them is awkward and it obviously makes both of them uncomfortable. it doesn't help when literally all of the inner circle is constantly around them, and being in the night court in general doesn't give them the privacy to get to know each other.

some people like to ask why build e/riel up at all if they're not going to be together? one thing i've always loved about sjm's books is how she can write relationships. now, let's say you meet someone irl and you like them, eventually maybe fall in love with them, and fail to notice how they're not good for you. maybe everyone around you can see it, but you don't. you want a relationship and you're in a decent one, it should work out. like they're not a bad person, this relationship just isn't right for you in the long run. why waste your time? it's life. sometimes things are good for you at a certain point in time but not later on. sometimes you just end up in a relationship that was never good for you. sometimes you fall out of love with someone. you're constantly learning and adapting to things and that's my stance on e/riel. i think they're both looking for companionship and they're the "safest" and most available option.

taking it back to acofas, azriel was relived to not have to get elain a gift and was still gazing longingly at mor. now in acosf he's avoiding talking about her while wanting to fuck elain and getting defensive when helion mentions mor. he's not over her. he's not going to just completely forget 500 years of pining bc elain showed up, especially when they haven't even helped one another to move on. if they had, we would have seen the proof of that. not just "oh she's hot we both want sex", that doesn't make a healthy relationship.

as for elain, she's been taught she has to act a certain way her entire life. she has to downplay her trauma and emotions to appease others so they don't worry about her. maybe she's even had visions involving lucien that upset/scare her somehow and she's reaching out for something else. i think they're both lonely and desperate (at least on az's end) for someone that they ultimately are drawn to the wrong people.

as for the lack of elucien development... this is how i see it. if they're endgame, why would sarah have all of their big moments happen off screen or as a throwaway line in acosf? elain is getting a book, we know this, and with how much of the story is tied to lucien and how much is left unresolved with him, we can also assume he'd get a pov at some point. so imo it makes sense for the fact we got little to no development for them in acosf. no, she wants a huge wedge between them so we can watch them come together. the payoff will be that much sweeter. kinda similar to how she put a wedge between nessian before acosf, sure they had more development in acowar than elucien but i think that's bc sarah knew they'd get the first spinoff. she had to give them that development whereas elucien can wait, a bit longer. it's frustrating yes but i do think we'll get something in acotar 5.

maybe i'm an optimistic fool, maybe sarah did at one point have an endgame in mind for them, but i find it hard to believe she wouldn't see how wrong they are for each other in the long run. she's very good at showing us how well characters fit together with just a few lines.

#sorry this envolved into my rambling lol #i swear i was going to talk more about the feysand/elucien parallels bc i made a list awhile ago #but i forgot some of it so here we are 😬#BUT YOU'RE SO SWEET!! im glad someone enjoys my random thoughts lol #thank you i truly appreciate it 🥺💕#acosf spoilers #a court of silver flames spoilers #asks #aquafaith

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Old Expectations Die Hard (Dashie x Reader Fanfic)

Chapter One: Weird Circumstances

You know your life is complicated when the friend you always complain to says "you never have a dull moment do you?" I sigh as the weight of the world seems to make it impossible to breath. You see recently things have been rough. I lost my job and my fiance all in the same day, that itself was an unbelievable story. I was so upset and strung out on thoughts of what to do that once i got home early from work i didn't notice the extra car in the driveway. i stepped into my home and my own floors felt as if they'd given way when i saw the guy i thought i'd be spending my life with in bed, with my sister... my sister and i hadn't been on good terms for a while and for a good reason! The drugs she took either made her unreliable and selfish or crazy and murderous. He, of course, pulled the its not what you think, id never hurt you, it was a mistake, and honestly i could write a book out of the excuses i heard in the time of two minutes but maybe another time. Needless to say i left. I never thought about going back and to be honest my sister looked more hurt then i was. I took a job in California a few weeks ago and moved in with my friend (BFF Name). They always seemed to know what to say and honestly i truly believe They knew me better then i know myself.

California gave me the biggest culture shock I've ever had. I came from Mississippi, the bible belt and the most rural part of the world. California was sooooo different then what i was use to. The weather is awesome. There's lots of jobs for technical people, at least until you're 45 and then you're considered ancient and you can't possibly know anything when some 23-year old out of Stanford tells you that they know it all. (a little bit of sarcasm there) It's a great place to start a new company, money is available as is talent. The risk of starting a company is lower since you can always find a new job The politics are insane, if you aren't towing the progressive party line you should just STFU. If you even once say that Trump has done something positive, or that Obama did something negative prepare for the wrath. Read the stuff behind the recently filed lawsuit against google for a taste of what it's like. Seriously, don't say a word. The state if structurally bankrupt, although the finances look good because so much stuff is off of the balance sheet. The public pension liability dwarfs the "good" part of the budget, and some day it is coming home to roost. Watch out when it does. The cost of living is absurd, really absurd. I'm not talking just a place to live but gas, electricity, haircuts, milk, pizza, you name it. The traffic is absurd too. (can you tell i like the word absurd) The public transit, although usually on time, is a mess. People are pigs, they throw trash everywhere, the cars are overcrowded almost all the time.

I've got to say, from how much it sounds like i hate California, i actually don't. Mainly because its so far away from my original family, leaving really helped me start to grow up and feel like maybe i was getting a hold of my life again. Only problem has been getting to my new job on time. I work as a barista and a waitress at a brunch place a good minute away from the apartment. The money is good, otherwise i wouldn't waste my time with the commute everyday. i keep being late to work because i still haven't adjusted to how terrible traffic is and so my boss was "nice" enough to switch me to the later shifts. The hours are long and boring because my shift starts in the middle of rush hour to the slowest hours at the end of the day meaning you have to find things to keep yourself busy with. the only good thing is, we can wear pretty much anything we want as long as its black. all i wear is dark colors so i didn't have to spend any extra money on a uniform and i didn't have to wear the same thing everyday. Today i decided i wear a v-neck shirt that with an emperor waist (body forming) with black skinny jeans and my regular converse. i decided against driving to work and decided it would be far smarter to catch a bus to the nearest destination. My (hair color) hair was done is a fishtail messy braid, i always liked this style because it made me look like i had a head full of hair when in reality i thought i was going bald.

My personality was a little odd, you see some days i felt like the beautiful nerd who has no confidence and wants to hide away in a hole. other days i feel like a model from Victoria secrets, of course those are the days i get the most tips. today was honestly a mutual day, where id rather be at home in my bed asleep, or listening to music. The bus finally stopped a block away from my job and i sighed obviously not wanting to go into work. surprisingly there wasn't nearly as many cars as there usually is around this time but i wasn't complaining. i walk in to see that most of the downstairs was empty but whoever was upstairs definitely had a loud mouth. i walk to the back in order to clock in and i bump into melany ( the girl im shifting with). "wow you actually got here on time! Maybe the boss's mood will cheer up." i huffed a little. "yea, i dont know why i thought id need a car in California, say whats with the low level of customers? its NEVER this slow." she looked at me in disdain, "some guys reserved the entire upstairs and we had to make this huge table out of all our tables up there, glad im not gonna be the one fixing it later." i rolled my eyes, i hated when a huge family came in and they just had to move everything around because little johnny wants the sit next to suzzie and suzzie HAS to sit by her parents bc she likes to throw her food on the floor, all fake names but a real situation ive been in before. "well have they at least been fed so that i only have to clean up after them?" she shook her head while hanging up her apron. "nope, they've only ordered their drinks and they are getting those onto trays now." so today was gonna be like every other day. "guess i better go help them take those upstairs then, have a good rest of your day." i walk away and slip on my apron, grabbed one of the trays of drinks while another waiter grabbed the rest of the drinks. Once i got upstairs, that's when i met him...

Chapter Two: Last Will and Testament

He was sitting on the far end of the long table of people laughing and joking. everyone seemed to be loud and all had their own inside jokes. This guy, he stuck out. i changed my attention to the task at hand, finishing this shift. i hated when people moved all the tables and seating around. all the waiters and waitresses have to go back behind them and look at the layout of the floor to put them all back exactly as they were before. it was a struggle and because of this nobody actually wanted that job so usually the manager gives it to her least favorite workers and i happened to be one. "who all had coke?" nobody answered me so one of the men bellowed out the same line and somehow was able to get a show of hands. i walked around handing out drinks, catching the lingering smell of strong liquor. i could tell by the end of tonight they would all be wasted and loud. please, just don't make more of a mess then you have to, i thought to myself. i had one drink left on my tray, "sweet tea?" the guy i saw before at the end of the table waved his hand and i dreaded going over there, i always seem to make a fool of myself when it matters.

i make my way slowly down the table with the tray under my arm and the tea in my hand. i lean over to sit his drink on the table.."here's your t-" *CRASH* while joking with one of his friends his elbow crashes into my hand sending the tea flying all over me and the cup crashing to the floor, thank god i wore black. he turned around and looked more horrified then i did. "i'm sorry! i'm so sorry!" his voice was deeper then i imagined it'd be. "no, it my fault i'm sorry ill get you a new one." i turned away to hide my embarrassment and walked away really just trying to get away from the situation. i could tell from the silence behind me that all eyes were on me. i ran to the back where the lockers were for the service. i went to the bathroom and stripped the sticky clothes off throwing them aside. i sat on the toilet trying to catch my breath, my social anxiety had struck me hard. a feeling of worthlessness and dread fell over me like a blanket. after the past few months i've had just one day without something terrible happening would mean the world to me. i heard a knock on the door, it was melany, she walked in with a towel from the kitchen. "hey, i heard what happen upstairs are you ok?" i covered my breast trying keep myself as unexposed as possible. "oh yea im fine, im just cold, and sticky, and... covered in tea." melany and i made eye contact and both laughed just to lift the dread in the air. "let me guess, all the guys are getting a kick out of watching me fumble again huh?" i said a little less concerned and more annoyed. she rolled her eyes "they are boys, they get a kick out of picking their own nose. we both slid to the floor beside each other, she hands me the damp towel. i get most of the sticky off as possible, throwing my hair up to make it look less clumped together by the sugar. "i have an extra black t shirt in my locker but i don't know how it will fit you. your breast are at least a size larger then mine." i shrugged my shoulders, "who cares ill make do. thanks for your help melany." she smiled her weird anime girl smile and ran to get the shirt from her locker.

ill have to admit, she was right about the size thing. it was far to small around the chest area but the rest fit fine. after the incident my boss stuck me down stairs wiping tables and sweeping the floor, i dont mind though because i get to experience the day coming to an end with a beautiful sunset over California. i secretly kept the the window to watch as the sun fell from the sky. the sky seemed to burn and darken while the clouds began to glow with the last bit of sunlight left. the sky filled up with burning Burgundy and faded orange and yellows, the tallest buildings seemed to reach for the skyline as if it were a sunflower moving to the last drip of sunlight. moving here had been hard, and this had become one of the things i looked forwards to. living in the apartment with my friend was nice, buts its not the same as coming home to someone you use to lay with every night. sleeping alone seemed so much colder and emptier then i remembered from childhood. my mother would be so disappointed in the way i turned out, in the places id gone and the decision to spend my life with someone who was most obviously the wrong one. she would have told me to slow down and to take my time, that growing up wasn't everything. she would have said love isn't something you just wake up and have, its something you make. i wasn't anywhere close to where i thought id be by now, and i could see that. it tears at my heart everyday, not being able to see her or any of my family. sometimes it felt as if they'd all died in the fire that night.

i suddenly heard a boom of voices making their way down the stairs, i hadn't realized how close to closing time it had become. all of them walk out stumbling and laughing at their own jokes, seems they all got a good bit of drinking in, all except one. The guy i ran into on accident seemed as sober as ever, designated driver i think, he was much taller now. he seemed muscular but in such a fitting way for his body. his teeth sparkle because their so white, his smile complimented him best. his high cheekbones made his chocolate brown eyes his best feature. His skin was glowing with a sweet honey hue and before i could notice that i was staring he turned his head. his eyes met mind before i could think twice and that's when i felt the heat rise to my cheeks. weather it be from embarrassment or silly school girl shyness i didn't know . i turned my face away but it was too late, i turned my face a little just to catch a glimpse of him before he made his way out of the door and that's when i noticed his cheeks had gone from a burnt caramel to a rosy color. i felt my body shiver at the thought that maybe, just maybe he found me as attractive as i found him. i shook the thought from head realizing they had began locking the place down. as i helped close up shop and wash dishes i couldn't help but to let my mine wander to all different kinds of thoughts, funny thing was they always fell back to him and his rosy cheeks. i couldn't help but smile as i felt my heart race at the thought of him, even though id made a fool of myself today i was glad i hadn't ruined my chances. Even if he'd never get with me or i wouldn't ever see him again, i'd still take it as a compliment that he even looked my way.

before long we were all outside laughing and talking about today. The manager locked the doors and said his goodbyes. i turn to walk towards the bus station when i see a man standing aside awkwardly between the restaurant and the parking lot. suddenly my eyes adjusted and once they did, the joyousness butterflies came back and the blush suddenly reappeared on my cheeks..

There are lots more chapter after this if you are interested you can find them here

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