#i saw this scarf in our coat closet

[v-as-in-victor]

Rocking that witch king of angmar swag at terminal e

Mask was back on once I was done chugging ginger ale.

[lit3rallyll0yd]

when it snows on your first date with them

dazai, chuuya, ranpo<3

warnings: lowercase writing

a/n: expect many christmas themed oneshots throughout all december!

dazai osamu 🩹

the two of you would have a blast!!

despite dazai not being a huge fan of the cold, and would just prefer to be inside wth some hot cocco and a butt load of blankets cuddling with you-

you loved the snow, and dazai would just fulfil your wishes and go out on this winter wonderland of a date.

snowball fights, snowangels, building snowmen; no matter what you both did he would love and cherish every second of it.

and he knows you do as well!

~

you woke up cold. your feet were cold, your arms were cold, your face a bit cold, despite the two blankets that covered your entire body. you twirled around on your sheets, looking any sense of warmth you could offer yourself.

the past two minutes went by and you were still cold. you slowly sat upm your hair a mess, drool on your sheets and your PJ's all wrinkly. you looked left and right, rubbing your eye as you leaned over to look at the clock on your bedside.

"11: 35.." you mummer to yourself. as you woke yourself up by streching and stepping out of the bed, your entire body shivered as you walked toward your bedroom apartment window.

as you opened the curtains, your eyes widen to find it wide open and the sight of pure, white snow sparkled in your eyes.

suddenly a bright smile appeared on your face.

"it's snowing..."

you closed the window to warm the room up and took out your phone.

"it's snowing..!" you chanted a bit louder to yourself.

you unlcoked your phone and smiled at the homescreen. it was a beautiful picture of your boyfriend and you.

you never saw yourself dating osamu dazai; him of all people! yet here you are!

"it's snowinggggg!!" you squealed as you called him, fixing the bedsheets and waited for him to pick up.

"'m'hello?" his morning voice caused you to smile brighter, "IT'S SNOWING, DAZAI, IT'S SNOWING!!" you cheered, you swore your neighbors could call out a noise complaint in less then two seconds, but you didn't care.

dazai's laugh to himself caused you get butterfiles as you heard shuffling on the other end as well; "well, what do you know~ you're right!"

you squealed, putting him on speaker mode, hearing him yawn as you ran to your closet.

"are you ready for our date?" you called out to him and you heard him...

"what do you mean?"

you paused and went silent.

on the other end dazai bite his lip, waiting to see if you'll answer...and when you didn't he felr suddenly bad and laughed; "i'm just messin' with you, 'donna~ of course i am...however, i'm not the hugest fan of winter..."

dazai admitted and you rolled your eyes; "come on- it'll be fun! meet you at the park?"

before he could asked, he knew the park by your apartment. of course.

"not if i meet you first!"

and he hangs up...taking a whole 10 minutes to actually get ready for this winter date<3

~

"osamu..."

"y/n..."

both you and him looked at each other, your laughter threating to escape as you saw your boyfriend. there he was, standing in front of you with a black winter hat, two striped scarfs, one vest, another large brown leather jacket, a pair of baggy jeans and winter boots.

oh, and we cant forget the gloves that you can barely use your fingers!!

"osamu, you look ridiculous." you laughed.

"and you look astonishing- one of us has to sell the look, and i'm so happy it's you." he waddled up to you, and you didn everything in your power to not laugh as he kissed your lips.

"you walk like a penguin!" you grabbed his coat and laughed into his puffy chest.

he chuckled; "a sexy penguin?" "if you want to thihink that!"

you giggled, until you felt something wrap around your neck. you opened your eyes to see a black and white scarf get placed around your neck, "you'll catch a cold, love." dazai spoke close to your ear, causing you to shiver.

you smiled and thanked him; "now, where shall we begin?"

chuuya nakahara 🍷

what?- what do you mean it's snowing?

great, now your going be cold!!

chuuya doesn't mind the winter weather, he just hates seeing you cold.

however, he would still make this date the best date he can for you.

because you deserve it!

~

"y/n! it's 8 degrees out here; can you please wear the jacket i got for you?!" he called out to you as you threw the jacket off you, accidentaly, and ran toward he pile of fresh snow that wasat the park close to where chuuya lived.

he couldn't help but smile at your childish laughter; almost as if you have never seen snow in your life.

you jumped into the snow and chuuya cringed; "oh- come on! love, your going to catch a cold!!" he raced after you and helped you out of the pile of the cold snow and wrapped the jacket around your arms, dusting off as much snow as he can off from your sweater.

you smiled to yourself as he started to zip up the jacket as well, "you need to be more careful! i know you love the snow, but you could easily get sick in this weater, y/n!"

you nod as he pats your shoulders and kissed your cheek; pulling back to put on his gloves.

"okay, so we already had our lunch; are you still hun-EEHA!!"

his sudden shriek caused you to cackle out loud and almost fall backwards. ther was your beloved boyfriend hopping around the snow like a bunny as he tried to shake out the snow from his jacket.

as you were about to do it again, you looked up to see chuuya's back to you...you giggles turned into nervous laughter; did you piss him off??

"chuhuya? are you-"

your boyfriend suddnenly turned around and quickly grabbed your arm and used his gravity manipulation on you, pinning you to the snow gently and sat ontop of you.

"you've done it now~" he teased; your bidy squirming under him.

"wahait! chuuya- it's cooold! i'm sohoarry!"

"so am i; but this is deserved."

before you could react, a loud shriek followed by laughter caused chuuya to grin to himself. his hands that were holding two large snowballs were shoved up your sweater and jacket onto your bare skin, his hands that rubbed up and down your sides caused you to burst out into laughter as it tickled.

"wahait- what happened toho 'you'll cahatch a coOOHALD!!'" you shrieked again at the new feeling of cold snow on your bare back.

"don't worry babe; if you get sick i'll take care of you. but for now~...."

let's just say, side eyes were sent toward you and chuuya as you both fought like children in the snow.

~

you sneezed, feeling chuuya wrap a blanket around your shoulders. it was night, and you've caugh a cold from the amount of hours you both have been outside. your nose was red, and your ears were cold.

you sipped on your hot coco; chuuya sitting beside you.

"see;" he started as he finished ordering take-out, "told you i'll take care of you~"

ranpo edogawa 🔎

he already knew it was a bout to snow, which is why he chose today to ask you out.

he knew how much you didn't like the snow, so when you told him at was snowing he gave you THIS EXACT SMILE!!!

"then why don't we spend our date in here?~"

~

you gasped and smile widely, feeling a burst of happiness as you ran toward him and hugged him, spinning around. "lets bake cookes!! GASP, and make a gingerbread house!!"

your boyfriend laughed as he was spun around; "you've read my mind, sweetheart!!"

then the two of you went downtown. the kitchen...was a mess after you two were done. it started wth just the both of you mixing cookie batter; until your boyfrien's childish antics were summoned; and that's another reason you've fallen in love with him.

you felt a bunch of flour smack against your back, and a white smoke clouded our vision.

you suddenly started to laugh; "oh, you want to play that game?" you teased and grabbed a handful of batter and threw it at ranpo.

however he dodged; knowing you would throw back and attack.

then...turned into a food fight it did, and you an just figure out who won this one.

after the cookies were made; the two of you fed each other...and he complimented you...however he ate almost all the cookies you have baked.

althogh he helped, all he did was eat the batter and frosting.

same for the gingerbread house; you just needed 5 minutes to not have his fingers grabbing gingerbread pieces and snacking on them.

you both took a bunch of videos and photos of each other, having these memories hopefully forever!

ranpo had asked if he could watch christmas movies with you as you two went to bed, and with a lot of begged and pleading from him and with a sigh you agreed.

now here's you and ranpo, all snuggled in bed and with a click of the button you put on netflix and spent the night with ranpo.

"you knew it would snow, right?"

ranpo smirked and grinned, kissing your head.

"what if i did~"

you laughed, leaning up and kissed his lips.

"then nothing~ today was amazing!"

he smiled; "get ready for many more to come this fine winter~"

[pepperonijem]

ix. like the sun || all my love

“He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.” - Anna Karenina; Leo Tolstoy

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader Summary: ynsteve go on a date. well they do date things. but it's not a date. it's really not. Warnings:  food mentions, Christmas mention in august(?) (i know not everyone celebrates it, but i was inspired by many hallmark movies and dash&lily on netflix) Word Count:  4.3k A/N: sorry i've been gone... but big news! I'm moving to south korea next week! crazy, i know.

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It wasn’t long before the colorful November breezes slipped into an unforgiving winter, the icy bite of the cold dulled down only by the warm glow of lights hung on every tree and paper cups filled with hot chocolate. Arguably, it was the best time of the year. Arguably, it was also the worst.

“So why couldn’t you walk yourself to the cafe that’s two blocks from our house?�� The annoyed voice who sat beside you asked. He leaned forward towards the wheel, trying his best to see through the foggy windshield.

You rolled your eyes at his question, gesturing to the frosty weather outside. “It’s literally freezing,” you retorted. “And you think I would willingly choose to brave the cold when I have you and you have a car and a heater?”

Bucky relented with a sigh. “I guess you have a point,” he glanced quickly at your bundled up figure in the passenger’s seat. “Speaking of, are you warm enough?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed, popping up the collar of your coat. “I put on nearly every sweater I have in my closet.” 

He let out a laugh beside you as he turned into the parking lot of the cafe and pulled into a spot near the entrance. “Will you need a ride home?” he asked before unlocking the car doors. 

You shook your head no. “I think me and Steve and Wanda have plans, so Steve said he’d come pick me up later. I’ll see you at home,” you replied before shutting the door, nearly missing the hint of disappointment on Bucky’s face as you did. 

“Wait,” you heard him call behind you before you made it any farther. You walked back to the passenger’s side window which was now rolled down, Bucky’s cheeks turning pink as the cold entered the car. “Take this, I heard tonight’s going to be windy.” He pulled off his scarf and handed it to you before waving goodbye. You couldn’t help but smile at his gesture and pulled the scarf on a bit higher to hide the blush that crept onto your cheeks as you watched him drive away. You made sure to note the smell of his cologne that lingered on the soft fabric as you walked toward the entrance.

As you opened up the door into the cafe, you were immediately greeted by the warm and familiar smell of baked goods and coffee with the chime of the bell. Although it seemed a little more crowded than usual, with people ordering their hot drinks to take with them on their holiday shopping, a friendly wave caught your attention and you were relieved to see Wanda had found a table. 

She immediately greeted you with a grin and stood up to welcome you with a hug before sitting down across from you. “I got you some tea,” she gestured to the steaming mug in front of you. “I wasn’t sure what kind, but when I told them your name they told me they knew your order.” She raised an eyebrow at you as she took a sip from her own mug.

You couldn’t help the warmth that crept up your cheeks. “Yeah,” you confirmed. “Me and Bucky are regulars here,” you explained.

“You and Bucky, huh?” Wanda teased. “How is that by the way? I feel like you haven’t talked about him as much lately.”

“It’s… good,” you replied, rubbing the back of your neck. “It’s just weird to talk about him around Steve. After that night my dad came to visit, he gets so visibly uncomfortable if I even mention Bucky. So I just don’t.”

Wanda hummed as she processed your thoughts. “I wish I could tell you more, but it’s not my place,” she apologized.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I get it. I just wish he would talk to me. We used to never keep secrets from each other, but now it feels like that’s all there is between us.”

“Look,” Wanda began with a gentle voice. “I know I told you I was hanging out with you and Steve today… but I’m not.”

“What? Why not?” you asked in surprise. “We always go Christmas shopping together.”

Wanda looked down at her mug, feeling apologetic for not coming along. “I think it’s better if I sit this one out,” she answered. “We can go together some other time this week, but I think you and Steve should hang out today.” 

Before you could protest against Wanda’s suggestion, a quiet series of pings on her phone drew both your attention to new messages from Steve.

“Well?” you pushed Wanda who kept looking back and forth between you and the phone, unsure of whether or not she should check it. “What did he say?”

She grabbed the phone and read the messages before looking back up at you with a rueful smile and standing up to grab her coat that was hung on the back of her chair. “I guess that’s my cue to leave,” she gave you a tight hug before pulling away to hold both your shoulders. “Remember, I said nothing, and uh… you two have fun. Tell Steve I said he’s a dumbass.” And with that last sentiment, she headed for the door, her mug of coffee still full and pastry uneaten. However, it wasn’t long before the door chimed once again, and a bundled up Steve walked in with a scarf pulled up in an attempt to shield his now rosy cheeks from the brisk wind outside.

Steve scanned around the coffee shop until he saw your figure at the table and a warm smile of relief found its way onto his face. In less than five minutes, your previous coffee date was replaced by Steve, who sat down in Wanda’s place and immediately took a sip out of the mug she had left behind. He let out a scowl of disgust as the taste hit him and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“What’s wrong?” you asked playfully.

“Wanda ordered me a black coffee,” he explained. As if on cue, his phone chimed with a message from Wanda. “She said I didn’t deserve any sugar in my coffee because I’m a dumbass.” Steve rolled his eyes at the message before setting down his phone.

“Right,” you mused. “She did ask me to let you know that you are indeed a dumbass. But why specifically is she calling you one today?”

Steve looked away and you swear you could see his ever-present smile falter just a little bit before he answered. “Oh, you know… just Wanda being Wanda.” Although the answer wasn’t enough to pacify you, you figured Steve would tell you when he was ready so instead you changed the subject, curious about his life in the last few weeks since you’ve seen him.

“I feel like we haven’t hung out in ages,” you complained, taking a sip from your own mug. 

“We really haven’t,” Steve agreed. “That’s why I planned today.” The giddy smile on his face piqued your curiosity and had you wondering what he was up to.

“Oh?” you mused. “Planned, you say?”

Steve reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of notebook paper, which looked like it had been crumpled and folded many times in his front pocket, and laid it out in between both of you on the table. On the paper was a numbered list of various activities, most of which you recognized as things you and Steve had always wanted to do during the holidays. The last item on the list caught your eye.

“Letters to Santa?” you questioned with a smile. Steve nodded as he pulled the list back from you, folding it along the well marked creases and returning it to his pocket.

“Duh,” he smiled. “What kind of holiday outing would it be without letters to Santa? So should we get started?”

Usually, most people hate being in the mall around this time of year. The oversaturation of advertisements in every shop window, the mass of terrible drivers trying to weave through overfilled parking lots, and the hoards of people that filled the halls were enough to ruin the holiday spirit. But today, the mid-morning was filled with the smell of pine and gingerbread and the sound of popular holiday music over the speakers and you were glad to be here with Steve.

“Who’s the first person on the list?” Steve asked, looking over as you began to list down names of people to buy gifts for on your phone. 

“Wanda,” you replied. “She told me she didn’t want anything, but I wanted to get her something funny.”

Steve hummed thoughtfully as he paused in front of an eclectic looking gift shop. “What about one of those?” He pointed eagerly at a pair of slippers shaped like rubber fish and you swatted at him, trying to hold back your own laughter. “Come on, it’s good right?”

You rolled your eyes before walking into the store to make your purchase. Wanda would hate it, but she would also love it. Gifts to Wanda were always easy, as your goal in mind was always to get a laugh out of her. The other people on your list however, your newfound friends through Bucky, were much more difficult to pick for, until Steve assured you that similar to Wanda, laughter was the way to go. 

At the mall food court with full shopping bags filling the empty seats beside you, you and Steve found yourselves taking a well-deserved lunch break after all your shopping. As you sat together eating your food, you began to check your list, noting that there were only two names left: Steve and Bucky.

“What do you want for Christmas, Steve?” you asked. Unlike Wanda, Steve was a little bit more difficult to buy gifts for. He was one of those people who were happy with anything, so you felt an even bigger need to constantly surprise him. However, after the last few months, you found it even more difficult to decide what to get him. 

Expecting him to reply with his typical answer, “I’ll be happy with anything you give me,” you were surprised when he answered you directly. “A picture frame,” he answered decisively. 

“A picture frame?” You echoed in surprise. “That’s it? Why?” Steve let out a chuckle at the confused look on your face.

“Why not?” He shrugged. “I’m feeling sentimental, I suppose.”

You nodded in acknowledgement as you thought about what to do next. “Let’s go to an antique store,” you suggested. 

“An antique store?” Steve questioned. “For a picture frame?”

You nodded in reply as you explained to him. “I feel like getting a used picture frame is a lot more sentimental than just grabbing one from a random store, don’t you think?” You looked at the thoughtful look on his face as you continued. “It’s used, but in the best way. Someone else’s memories were in there before. It’s like you’re adding to the history.”

“Hmm,” he mused. “Antique store it is.”

You don’t know how long you spent in the nearby antique store looking at knick-knacks and the like before you finally found the perfect frame for Steve – a beautifully ornate and embellished gold picture frame. “I feel bad that you know your gift from me,” you said as you put the frame into the basket you were holding. “It’s not a surprise anymore.”

“That’s not completely true,” Steve disagreed. “You don’t know what I’m gonna put inside it.” You nodded with a pout, relenting to his logic. “It’ll be a surprise… for you mostly. The frame is for me, but the real gift is your reaction to what I’ll frame.” He gave you a playful nudge as the two of you lazily wandered through the aisles towards the cash register.

As you walked through the shelves of mismatched knick-knacks and books, the glint of gold embellishment hidden behind a collection of postcards caught your eye, making you come to a pause to check it out. You reached out to feel that the glimmering gold was embedded on a book and as you pulled it out, a small gasp escaped your lips. You had found the perfect gift for Bucky. 

Happy with your purchases, you and Steve happily made your way to the next stop on your bucket list – ice skating. It was one of the things you had always wanted to do with Steve and Wanda, but Steve always argued against it, believing that he was too clumsy to learn how to ice skate. Honestly, you were surprised that he agreed to it even now.

“I thought you were deathly afraid of ice skating?” You questioned as the two of you sat down on the bench to put your ice skates on. You looked over at him expecting to see him with fear in his eyes but you were surprised to see nothing but a smug smirk on his eyes as he finished tying up his laces.

“I am,” he confessed. “But what’s the point of life if you don’t do something terrifying every once in a while?” Honestly, it sounded as though he was trying to convince himself more than you.

“Huh,” you mused as you nodded at his response. “That’s a fresh take coming from someone who refuses to go to a haunted house with me.”

“I can’t be completely predictable all the time,” he laughed as he grabbed onto the bar on the wall to help himself up. “Let’s go?” He reached out his hand and helped you up, not letting go as the two of you made it onto the slick ice.

Ice skating was all the fun you imagined it would be, even with all the laughs, falls, and bruises. Once the two of you managed to get the hang of it, you found yourself gliding slowly across the ice with Steve still holding onto you for dear life. The sun was beginning to set, and the sky was painted with pinks and oranges, a glimpse of warmth before the day slipped into a frosty indigo. This is… nice, you found yourself thinking. Bucky would enjoy this. Before you realized it, a sigh escaped your lips.

You looked up at Steve who had his eyes trained on the falling sun and seemed preoccupied with his own thoughts. For the first time in the many years you’ve been friends, you couldn’t help but feel how far away he felt, even though he was right next to you. 

“Steve?” you asked quietly, unsure of what you were even about to ask. 

“Hmm?” he responded with a hum, his blue eyes still trained on the horizon. When you didn’t respond immediately, he looked down at you in concern. “You okay?”

You smiled and nodded before looking away from him. There are some walls that don’t need to be torn down with force, you decided. No matter how tall, all walls will eventually crumble and fall on their own, but until that happens, you would be sitting on that wall with a bird’s eye view of the sunset. The wall will fall, but in its own time. 

So instead, you pulled Steve for one last lap, egging him on for a race.

Once the sun had set and after a much needed hot chocolate break, Steve led you to a nearby village made of small houses made of plastic and warm Christmas lights, with very tall elves offering cookies every few feet. 

“Welcome to the North Pole,” a cheerful elf greeted the two of you as you walked under the canopy of red and green lights. “Santa’s workshop is just straight ahead, the North Pole office to your left on Gum Drop Lane and the Sugar Plum Cafe on your right. Happy holiday!”

The two of you thanked the elf and walked down the streets, covered in fake snow and giant pieces of plastic candy. “Wow I can’t believe this has been in our city this whole time and we’ve never been here.”

Steve shrugged as he waved back at an elf. “Well I mean to be fair, this place is literally designed for small children.”

“We can be small children for a day,” you suggested as you looked up at the tall boy who raised an eyebrow at you. “Or relatively large children I suppose.” Steve chuckled as he playfully shoved you before pointing at a nearby building.

“Well, I did promise that we would write letters to Santa,” he said as he extended his arm to usher you towards the building. 

Inside, the building, which was more of a small room, was designed to look like a cozy log cabin with decorations and giant stamps and ribbons lining the walls. Throughout the room, many tables were set up with various types of stationery paper, pens, markers, crayons, stamps, and envelopes and kids could be seen at each table excited to write out their lists for Santa. An elf walked up to you and Steve to explain how everything works.

“So you write your letter here, and usually we deliver them to Santa for you, but on this special occasion, you’ll be allowed to deliver them to Santa yourself,” you didn’t miss the wink the elf sent to Steve or the way he sheepishly rubbed at the back of his neck.

“Oh?” you asked in amusement. “Special occasion, huh?” You nudged at Steve who coughed in reply. The elf took her leave after escorting the two of you to an empty table. Once out of earshot, you immediately let out your laughter. “What did you tell the elves?”

“I told them I was going to propose tonight,” he looked down with a chuckle. “I thought it would be more special if we could give them to Santa ourselves, but they said that was only part of the proposal package.”

You laughed at his confession. “Proposal package? Who knew the North Pole was so commercialized?” Steve rolled his eyes as he slid a piece of paper in front of you to change the subject.

“Write your letter or whatever,” he nagged. You grabbed a bright marker and turned slightly away from Steve, feigning an excessive need for privacy as you wrote down your list of Christmas wishes.

Dear Santa,

I feel like I’m too old to be writing this letter, but why not? It’s been a while since I’ve done this, so pardon me if I’m a bit rusty but here goes…

For Christmas, what I want more than anything else this year is… is… This is a lot harder than it was when I was 5 years old. I guess that’s why grown-ups don’t write to you as much huh? What else is there to wish for? I wish for my friends to have a good year, mostly. I think that’s really it. I wish for Bucky to like the gift I got him. (Sorry I know that’s your job)

Also I wish for a new journal and new books. Thanks Santa! 

By the time you had finished writing your letter, you were surprised to see Steve still writing furiously on his piece of paper. You had to admit you were curious about how he could possibly be writing so much, but you didn’t want to disrupt his flow. It wasn’t until you heard the sound of someone obnoxiously clearing their throat that both you and Steve turned around to see a precocious 5 year old looking at him with disappointment.

“Are you done?” He asked with an unimpressed look. “At this rate, Santa will be on his way to Brazil before I get my letter done, old man.” Steve rolled his eyes at the kid as he knelt down with a wry smile. 

“I have one more sentence, kiddo,” he said with the fakest smile he could muster. “And you better watch how you talk to adults before you end up on the naughty list next year.” You watched the child scoff and roll his eyes and you couldn’t help but laugh as Steve exaggeratedly finished up his letter before putting it in an envelope. You grabbed his arm and pulled him away before he could cause a scene. 

“Come on old man,” you teased Steve. “Let’s go see Santa.”

Upon entering Santa’s workshop, you were happy to see that the line wasn’t very long and it was only a short amount of time before you found yourselves being escorted up to Santa by an elf. “Santa, these two have chosen to deliver their letters to you personally.” 

“Oh?” Santa replied before taking your letters from the two of you. “Let’s see what we have then.” He opened Steve’s first as the elf pulled the two of you off to the side. 

“While Santa’s reading your letters, you can go ahead and take pictures with the Nutcrackers and Gingerbread men.” You looked over to Steve who nodded in response as the two of you got settled in the photo area to pose with people dressed in elaborate costumes. The elf taking the pictures offered each of you a copy.

“These are so cute,” you mused aloud. As you looked up, you realized Steve had left you and was back with Santa. It wasn’t long before he returned to you with a smile.

“Santa says it’s your turn,” he called to you.

The jolly old man greeted you with a smile as he handed you an envelope. “Oh, I thought you keep the letters,” you questioned.

“I do,” Santa nodded. “But this letter is for you.” You looked at him quizzingly before taking the envelope from him. It was, indeed, addressed to you. Before you could open it however, Santa put his hand over yours on the envelope, stopping you in your tracks. “It was requested that you don’t open this until you get home.” 

Before you could question the request, Steve’s voice came from behind you. “You ready to go?”

Not long after that, you found yourself unlocking the front door to the Jeon home, the whole car ride passing in a blur as you pondered the contents of the letter the entire time.

"Welcome home," you heard Bucky call from the kitchen. "How was your date?" He asked quietly.

"Hmm?" You replied, not fully processing his question, still lost in thought. "It was fine." Unable to think about anything else, you rushed up to your bedroom. In the privacy of your comforter, you pulled the letter back out and took a deep breath before opening up the envelope.

To the girl who makes the sun feel like the moon,

I know what you’re thinking. 

“This is supposed to be a letter to Santa,” and you’re right. Sort of. I wrote Santa a letter asking him to give this to you, and if you’re reading this right now, it means I was definitely on Santa’s nice list. (Which obviously, how could I not be, I’m kind of amazing. That made you laugh didn’t it?) 

Anyway, I wrote this letter to say thank you. Not just for spending today with me, but for spending nearly every today with me since that day on the playground. You’ve spent every today with me and I’ve spent every today hoping to see you tomorrow. Is that too cliche? I’ve honestly been thinking for a few weeks how to say what I want to say… words are really hard to put together you know? I know I’m usually the one who talks too much too fast, but for once… I’m blanking. You know what? There’s no better way to say it than to say it.

I love you. I always have, I think. 

If you paused after reading that, it’s okay. I had to pause after writing it. You might be wondering, “Why are you saying this to me now?” And that’s a good question. Why now? I guess it’s easier to say something to someone when they can’t say anything back. I understand now why you picked a letter to tell Bucky your feelings… this is so much less scary than saying it in person. I’m sorry. I just don’t think I could stand to see the look on your face when I tell you I’m leaving. 

Yeah… I’m moving to France next month. Early admission to a fancy art school. Crazy right? I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. But this was something I needed to figure out on my own. Looking back on our whole friendship, I’ve been depending on you to save me from everything I couldn’t face myself. I’ve been holding onto your hand, clinging to it, afraid that if I let go… that I would fall without you or that you would walk away. But now… I think it’s time for me to let go and trust that you’ll still stand by me even if I fall.

You can thank Wanda for that one. She’s wise beyond her years, you know? We should have been asking her for advice years ago. But back to what I said… I do love you. But I think that love still has some growing to do before I can say it to you in more than just ink on paper. But don’t worry… this isn’t some dramatic confession where now I tell you that I love you and that I’m waiting for you at the airport to fly away to France with me, or to choose me over Bucky. 

I’ve said all I want to say and I need to wrap it up because there’s a 5 year old behind me shooting me a death glare. But finally… I believe no matter where life takes us nothing can break us apart (Sorry… If I didn’t include a High School Musical reference, I wouldn’t be me. But the sentiment holds true.). So choose love, choose writing, and choose your happiness, like I know you want me and Wanda to do. You are brighter than sunlight, and everyone around you knows that. Like the kind of sunlight you can see even when you close your eyes.

Love you always,

Steve

[liaromancewriter]

Return to Dagger Mountain

Premise: Cassie whisks Ethan off for a romantic weekend, much to his discomfort and surprise.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Angsty Fluff. Words: 2,615

A/N: Inspired by this edit I made back in 2021. Submission for @choicesjanuarychallenge Day 31 "adventure". I'm participating in @choicesprompts and using @choicesflashfics week 17 prompt 1 (in bold)

“Grab your coat, leave a note, and run away with me.”

Ethan Ramsey absently glanced up from the computer screen, his reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. The temporary annoyance at being disturbed faded from his blue eyes when he saw who it was.

“Who am I leaving a note for, and why are we running away?” he asked nonchalantly, turning back to the screen to finish replying to an email.

After almost three years together, he was well used to his girlfriend’s grandiose statements, often designed to get a rise out of him.

Cassie Valentine swiveled his chair around and leaned in until her face was close enough for him to see the tiny blue-black flecks in her eyes. Her hands gripped either side of his chair, and she teased his lips with her tongue until he parted them slightly.

“Leave a note for whoever needs to know you’ll be out of the office for a few days. And because we can.”

He shook his head to clear the fog, somewhat disappointed to not receive a kiss. It took him a minute to realize that she’d already moved away and was reaching inside the corner closet for his winter coat and scarf.

“You know what I love about being an attending?” she said without turning around. “How I can take off after morning rounds if I don’t have anything else going on. And not having to fill out time cards. That’s gotta be the best deal.”

Still confused, Ethan stood up, the coat she’d thrown at him clutched in his hand. She started to pack up his laptop, unplugging it from the docking station and unzipping his messenger bag to slip it inside.

“Cassie, will you please stop?” he said, exasperated. And then his eyebrows snapped together. “And no, you cannot just take off after morning rounds even if you’re an attending. The day’s work is just beginning, for Christ’s sake. I taught you better than that.”

When Cassie burst out laughing, he knew he’d been had. She hugged the laptop bag in her arms as she doubled over, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes.

“You’re so easily riled, Dr. Ramsey,” she said, her chest heaving as she tried to breathe through her laughter. “Check your watch, babe.”

Ethan looked down at his wristwatch and saw it was after five o’clock. A quick glance at the twilight outside had him wondering where the day had gone.

“Oh,” he said for lack of anything else to say.

“Oh, indeed. It’s Friday, and we’re off the clock for the next two days. Our bags are packed, and a car is waiting downstairs to whisk us away for a ski getaway. Don’t ask questions; just go on this adventure with me.” She arched one brow and stared at him intently, holding out her hands as fists. “Red pill or blue pill?”

And that’s how Ethan found himself sitting in the back seat of a town car. At the same time, Cassie bubbled excitedly about their plans to return to Dagger Mountain.

“Rodney reserved the same penthouse suite,” she said. “I want to try the Old Serpentine Trail. I was bummed I couldn’t go with you last time. Maybe we can visit the thinking rock, you know, for Picta.”

“I don’t know why you hired a car service,” Ethan grumbled. “We could’ve taken my car. It’s a bit of a drive, and we probably should’ve left early tomorrow rather than risk dark country roads at night. We don’t even have skis or helmets or….”

Cassie ignored most of his diatribe. “That’s why god invented ski rentals. And I never said we were driving to New Hampshire.

Ethan realized what she meant by that when the car turned towards Logan Airport rather than the interstate and drove through a security gate shortly after. He remembered coming here once before when they took a private jet to Ines’s wedding in Hawaii.

“I know you said no questions,” he said slowly as the car pulled up in front of a hanger. People in uniforms milled about. A luxurious helicopter waited not too far away. “But I will need answers before I leave this car.”

Cassie glanced at the driver and nodded. The man exited the car and stood with his back to the door.

“It’s not that complicated, Ethan. We always talk about going skiing but never do. This weekend has perfect weather conditions, so I decided to surprise you. And yes, hiring a car service and a private helicopter is a bit much. But what’s the point of having money if we can’t indulge ourselves once in a while?”

“I get that,” he countered. “But weekend getaways in private jets or helicopters and all this….” He waved his hands to indicate the car and the scene outside. “…is not who I am.”

“Well, it is me, or it used to be once upon a time. Sometimes, I miss being able to say, ‘fuck it, let’s go to Cabo’. There’s nothing wrong with that. Some people find it romantic to be whisked away by their lover.”

Ethan knew he could make several counterarguments, but he wasn’t sure what. It was rare for him to see the Valentine side of Cassie, and a part of him wondered if it was long overdue. Lately, he’d begun to question the differences between them. Perhaps this weekend was exactly what he needed to gain clarity.

“This weekend is my gift to us,” she said, quietly taking his hand. “When it’s your turn, we can rent a Pinto and go on a road trip to Plymouth Rock.”

“I doubt my legs would fit into a Pinto, and there’s not much to see in Plymouth,” he said, holding his hand up when she started to speak. “Forget it. Red pill, right?”

Later Ethan would admit, privately anyway, that there was something incredibly efficient in traveling by air. Within an hour of leaving Boston, they were touching down at a helipad near the resort, a car waiting to take them the rest of the way.

He could still remember driving up snowy and winding country roads as a teenager. Contrary to what Rodney said, Ethan didn’t come up here on vacation but to work. Skiing lessons were an employee perk, and he’d quickly graduated from green to blue.

He tried to keep his hand in, but his studies and then life got in the way. He racked his brain, trying to recall the last time he’d skied. It would’ve been…ah…when they solved Paula’s case two years ago.

“What level are you?” he asked Cassie as the resort entrance came into view.

“Black,” she said without hesitation. “I’m so going to kick your ass out there, babe!”

He smiled in amusement, not really surprised. He imagined someone like Cassie had been skiing since she was old enough to walk. Aspen, maybe Vail every winter, or St. Moritz with the rest of the jet setters.

In another life, their paths might never have crossed.

“Aspen?” he mused in a deliberately neutral tone as they walked into the warm lobby. He wasn’t sure why he wasn’t letting this go. What did it matter now? They were equals and had been for years.

Cassie must have heard the disquiet in his voice because she threw him a considering look. She glanced sideways at the bellman carrying their bags behind them and remained silent. He thought she might not reply, but she waited until they were alone before turning towards him.

“Among other places,” she confirmed, letting her annoyance show. “My mom loves to ski, and my dad loves to sail. Max and I learned how to do both well, whether it was in the Swiss Alps or Bora Bora. Is there a point to this, Ethan? Because you’ve been silently sneering at everything since we left Boston.”

He started to argue otherwise, but Rodney entered from the small office behind the reception area.

“Welcome back,” he said, shaking Ethan’s hand with a smile. “I’m so glad to see you both. Hopefully, no medical emergencies this weekend.”

Rodney checked them in, making small talk with Cassie while Ethan seethed internally. He handed them the key cards, reminding them of breakfast and the amenities. And then, the bellman accompanied them upstairs with their bags. Ethan could’ve carried them, but Cassie didn’t give him a chance, waving at the man to precede them.

By the time the suite’s door closed behind them, Cassie was vibrating with anger. Ethan recognized he’d behaved poorly, dismissing her grand gesture as unworthy.

“You’re an ass!”

“But you love me.”

“Not right now, I don’t,” Cassie bit out. “I wanted to do something romantic, just the two of us. But all of you’ve done so far is ruin my mood.”

“I’m sorry, Cassie,” Ethan said, ignoring her stiff shoulders to wrap his arms around her from behind. “I don’t know what got into me. Let’s start over.”

He turned her around and framed her face between his hands. “I’m an idiot and don’t deserve a girlfriend like you.” He kissed one corner of her mouth and then the other.

“You missed a spot,” she said with a pout.

“My bad,” he whispered softly as he covered her mouth, keeping the kiss light and sweet, seeking forgiveness.

Their foreheads came to rest against each other, and his hands cuffed her wrists.

“I made reservations for a late supper,” she said, stepping away from him. “We should get ready.”

“Okay.”

Cassie grabbed her tote and headed towards the ensuite. She stopped in the doorway, her head cocked as she watched him over her shoulder.

“You know, Ethan, instead of focusing on how different we are, maybe you can try to remember how much we have in common.”

He heard the bathroom door lock click and let out a heavy sigh. Cassie was right. The last few years had proved they were more alike than dissimilar. But still, that inner voice inside him reared its ugly head at the most inopportune times. It had worsened ever since Cassie asked if she could go with him to visit his father every now and then.

Ethan had made himself into Dr. Ramsey, a sophisticated and cultured man who gave the illusion of a wealthy background. Very few people in Edenbrook knew he’d grown up in a blue-collar neighborhood of rundown houses with chain-link fences and weedy yards.

He wasn’t ashamed of his background but felt far removed from it. That’s not who he was anymore and never would be, except when he saw it through Cassie’s blue-blooded perspective.

Hearing the bathroom door open, he shook off the gloomy thoughts and forced a smile on his face. No matter what, he would enjoy this weekend that Cassie had arranged. Even if it killed him.

The following day, Ethan examined the brand-new skis strapped to their feet as the chair lift ascended the mountain. After much debate, he and Cassie decided to buy new gear rather than rent. He saw it as a sign that they’d use them more, maybe returning here or trying out other ski resorts in New England.

Despite things settling down last night, the silence between them was fraught with unspoken words. As they neared the top station, the chair slowed down. They took their skis off the rest, lifted the safety bar, and got into position to slide off the chair lift and onto the gentle incline.

“The Serpentine Trail is off that way,” Ethan said once they cleared the chair lift. “I think it’s more beginner, so it might be too tame for a black diamond skier like yourself.”

“More assumptions?” Her arched tone wiped the teasing grin off his face.

“Cassie…”

“I’m sorry,” she cut in. “That wasn’t very nice of me. Let’s just have a good time. That’s all I want. We can try the Serpentine, and if it’s too crowded or boring, we can switch trails. I checked the map before we left the resort, and there are several options.”

They joined the other skiers, smoothly sailing down the slope and taking a winding path around each other. She laughed joyously as he overtook her, the arrogant smirk he threw her way setting off her competitive spirit. She raced past him, spraying snow at him from the back of her skis.

The crowds made going faster difficult, and she pivoted towards a parallel trail with a blue circle marker before bypassing it to enter the black diamond slope.

Ethan checked his blind spot and raced after her. She was a demon on skis, zigzagging past trees and using short turns to cut through moguls, her excited cries ringing through the air as she gained speed. He watched her expertly leap off an incline and disappear from view.

It took him a few minutes to adjust to the more challenging trail and lack of practice. He stayed upright, barely, through the first mogul but almost wiped out on the second. Deciding to steer clear of them, he moved to the side where the snow was compressed, flat, and out of the way of more experienced skiers.

He was almost at the spot where he’d last seen Cassie jump when the skier in front of him lost their balance. They cried out loud before toppling off the steep incline, head first, rolling through the snow and coming to rest at the base of a tree.

Ethan took the jump cautiously, the doctor in him already starting the count from the moment of impact. He reached the injured skier just as Cassie skidded to a stop on the other side of the tree trunk.

She pushed down on the heel lever with her pole, released one boot, and then the other to step off the skis and crouch beside him.

“Call for help,” Ethan said.

He placed his ear against the open visor and checked for breathing while Cassie dialed the emergency number on the card she’d picked up at reception.

Ethan evaluated the patient for possible injuries and recited what he found. “Patient is breathing but unresponsive. Possible head and neck injury, broken tibia. I can feel the bone pushing against the surface.”

Cassie explained the situation quickly and succinctly, relaying their location and Ethan’s diagnosis before hanging up to help him. She didn’t want to remove the helmet but braced her hands on either side of the neck for support.

“Here.” She took off her scarf with one hand and handed it to Ethan. “The right arm is bleeding. We need to put pressure on it.”

“Observant as always, Dr. Valentine,” Ethan muttered.

“I did learn from the best,” she quipped.

Pushing the sleeve away, he cursed at the long and deep cut along the antecubital fossa. He wrapped the scarf tightly around the wound, the blood staining the expensive material.

“Remind me to buy you a new scarf when we return to the resort.”

“Buy me a drink instead,” she said. “I have plenty more scarves in my closet back home.”

The rescue team arrived shortly. Ethan let Cassie debrief them while he carefully helped load the patient onto a stretcher.

Once they were alone again, Cassie leaned against his side, their arms hooked around each other’s waists. She tilted her head back to gaze at him, laughter making her green eyes sparkle. The tip of her nose was red from the cold, and her lips lightly chapped.

“One of these days, babe, we’re going to come to this resort and not deal with a medical emergency.”

Ethan’s booming laugh and a quick kiss confirmed that he wholeheartedly agreed.

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[smol-grey-tea]

Worth and Warmth

Felt the inspiration to write but didn't feel any kind of plot or story. Just a feeling, just what's been going on around me. Had to draw from somewhere at least. Little practise.

Really wanna get into writin that Nameless Secret Ending 3. It sounds super difficult, so take this as a warmup/first attempt/first chapter?????????? Idk!!!!!

The weather's been this cold for more than a week now, but it still hypnotizes me, the way my breath blows out in puffs of steam from the top of my blue scarf, into the white air. Wrapped up in fluffy layers, the air still feels so cold, as though my fingertips, face and skin might turn white with all the snow. My nose, though, remains as red as a character from an old Christmas song that I remember I used to sing with Grandpa.

There he is. I watch him walk towards me, careful not to slip on the ice, and my jaw almost drops at the sight of him.

All of his clothes were way too big on him, especially those boots that seemed to reach halfway up his thighs, despite them being only tiny. A big woolly grey hat with a brown pompom enveloped his head, leaving only his one eye and a tuft of purple hair sticking out from the bottom of it. The rest of his face was obscured by the multicoloured scarf that reached down to his knees, poking out from the bottom of the huge black coat he had zipped up right to his nose.

You could see by the way that one end of the scarf was knotted, frayed and tangled, while the other end was almost perfectly straight, that it was the maker's first attempt at knitting, their progress clearly displayed by how the quality and consistency of the project dipped and bobbed as it continued.

He walked quite slowly, eager to reach me, but happily taking in his surroundings at the same time. His arms sat down by his sides in a way that reminded me of how a penguin would waddle along with arms held slightly away from the body.

Almost invisible in the snow, a bird hopped along his path, picking at worms and sticks with joy. It caught his interest and his eyes were trained on it, even as he walked past and it flew up into a tree. I was almost so distracted by it myself that I didn't see the divot in the ground ahead of him, and unfortunately, neither did he, as he stumbled, still with his eyes on the bird.

We both let out a startled yelp as he landed on his hands and knees on the pavement. I couldn't see before, due to his coat sleeves being too long, but his fall revealed the mismatched fluffy gloves he wore, now dusted with a light layer of snow and ice and grit.

I offered a hand to him, gloved in a pink mitten, but he silently refused it, clumsily getting back to his feet on his own.

Now stood face to face, we both smiled at each other, the emotion visible easily in the little we saw of our faces, obscured by our layers of warmth.

I didn't actually know he'd be wearing any of this. I'm not really sure what I expected either though. I guess I assumed that he would've borrowed some of Yeonho's clothes? Surely they would have fit much better for him, and besides, would have made it a bit easier for him to walk in all this ice.

Or...maybe he found them with him in that closet he'd been waiting for me in. Maybe he didn't find them, but they were there all along. Waiting with him. Waiting for a cold day like this one for me to see them again.

I looked at those clothes he wore and recalled where I remembered them all from. The hat was Grandma's. I remember her winning it at a raffle she attended with me at an event at my old school. I think one of the teachers made it.

The coat was Grandpa's. I remember how the front and the sleeves were stained from when I insisted on painting outside, in the cold, but I was in such a rush that I couldn't find my own coat, so I used Grandpa's. I don't even remember what I was so eager to paint that I just had to do it outside, at the coldest time of the year. Maybe the snow was especially pretty that day? Whatever it was, it must not have been too good of a painting. I haven't picked up a brush since.

The scarf, I now recall, was a Christmas present. It was from me to Grandma, which she taught me how to knit. I'm not sure, but I think that year, my present to Grandpa was a pine cone? That might have been a better present, considering how messy the scarf is. But it seems that it's stood the test of time better than any pine cone ever could.

We held hands as I turned towards the others, waiting by the limo, and I felt the softness of his gloves. I admit, I believe that each item has it's own story, it's own memory. And despite remembering all of the other clothing item's stories, I couldn't recall anything specific about the gloves. Even the boots I could now remember wearing while trying to catch frogs at the nearby river. But I couldn't remember anything about the gloves.

I felt his warmth through them though. As impossible as that might seem. His warmth melted through the cold and kept me company, kept me safe.

I used to think that we should try to hold onto the memories of the things we have around us, of the things that have stood by us. But maybe I'm wrong. Memories hold power. But it's not everything to be able to hold onto a memory. Maybe it's just enough to hold onto it's value.

I don't know what the gloves mean. Perhaps he'll tell me. But I know that even if I don't remember their story, I still remember their worth.

[jeanjauthor]

In addition to this...for all the people who claim atheists could not possibly be moral...?

Imagine the worst thing a person can suffer. (scroll away now if you have a vivid imagination!)

...

Let's say it's being shoved into a wood chipper while still alive and fully conscious.

Horrifying thought, isn't it?

Did you once think about God--any version of a deity--while you were horrified?

Of course not.

You don't need to think of any deity or any book of rules to know that such a thing is horrible.

There are two states of being to consider, here: shoved into the woodchipper, and not shoved into the wood chipper.

This opens up a whole spectrum of horrible versus not-horrible circumstances.

...And when you realize there is a spectrum, a sliding scale of not-horrible versus horrible? There are things that can be done to prevent woodchipper horrors.

Engineers literally developed a tablesaw that would stop if it encountered soft human tissues (or at least a hot dog) rather than continuing to saw away.

God didn't do that.

Humans did that.

Humans cared enough about preventing the horrible that they created an amazing machine.

I'd say that's pretty damn moral of them...and not once did any sort of God have to be invoked or involved.

...

Let me tell you something as a person whose doctoral thesis involved studying many different religious texts. Religions capture and codify the morals and ethics of a culture at a given point in time. Good religions review and update these moral & ethical codes in ways that improve the lives of as many people--followers and non-followers!--as possible.

The religion is the framework for these ideas, but that religion--any religion--is not these moral & ethical ideas themselves.

You need some sort of framework as a way to build up the habits and customs of people in a shared community so that it becomes natural to carry out these habits from one generation to the next.

Take the customs often found in desert-dwelling communities for an example.

Most desert-living cultures have a custom where they offer visitors something to drink. (Usually clean, simple water, but any thirst-quenching liquid will suffice; tea, coffee, juice, etc.) I guarantee you that water-offering custom existed long before the religion came along that says "(Our God) commands hospitality to visitors! You must offer them something to drink in (God)'s name, as a pious follower of (God)! If you do not do so, then (God) will curse you, and all calamity that befalls you is because you aren't hospitable enough!"

And if you forgot to offer it, an elder will come along and chastize you heavily, exclaiming, "What do you mean, you forgot to offer them something to drink? Shame on you! Are you a lackwit? You know I raised you better than that!" Water is life, in a desert. You must offer it to others when they visit you, to guarantee they'll be in a good enough mood to offer it to you, should you ever have to travel to their home territory.

(Most humans are susceptible to social pressures, including disappointment, embarrassment, shame, etc. Of course, this does not always work on sociopaths...unless they're invested in "playing by the rules (of society)" for whatever reasons they may have.)

Or to look at it another way: Religion is an organizer system, like the kind you'd find at a store specializing in selling objects to help with organizing things.

Religions codify customs, habits, beliefs, rituals, and expectations of behavior...but they are merely the framework for all of these things.

Trust me, you'd still have your shoes, socks, pants, shirts, coats, etc, even if you didn't have a bedroom or closet organizer system, with drawers and shelves and coat hangers and scarf or tie racks.

You'd still have plenty of morals & ethics even without a religion.

[pepperonidk]

ix. (you are) like the sun || all my love

“He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.” - Anna Karenina; Leo Tolstoy

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoox f!Reader Summary: yngyu go on a date. well they do date things. but it's not a date. it's really not. the all my love christmas special Warnings:  food mentions, Christmas(?) (i know not everyone celebrates it, but i was inspired by many hallmark movies and dash&lily on netflix) Word Count:  4.3k A/N: this was supposed to be a Christmas episode... oops... it's the end of January... we're in the home stretch! One more chapter until the finale!

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It wasn’t long before the colorful November breezes slipped into an unforgiving winter, the icy bite of the cold dulled down only by the warm glow of lights hung on every tree and paper cups filled with hot chocolate. Arguably, it was the best time of the year. Arguably, it was also the worst.

“So why couldn’t you walk yourself to the cafe that’s two blocks from our house?” The annoyed voice who sat beside you asked. He leaned forward towards the wheel, trying his best to see through the foggy windshield.

You rolled your eyes at his question, gesturing to the frosty weather outside. “It’s literally freezing,” you retorted. “And you think I would willingly choose to brave the cold when I have you and you have a car and a heater?”

Wonwoo relented with a sigh. “I guess you have a point,” he glanced quickly at your bundled up figure in the passenger’s seat. “Speaking of, are you warm enough?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed, popping up the collar of your coat. “I put on nearly every sweater I have in my closet.” 

He let out a laugh beside you as he turned into the parking lot of the cafe and pulled into a spot near the entrance. “Do you need a ride home?” he asked before unlocking the car doors. 

You shook your head no. “I think me and Mingyu and Seokmin have plans, so Mingyu said he’d come pick me up later. I’ll see you at home,” you replied before shutting the door, nearly missing the hint of disappointment on Wonwoo’s face as you did. 

“Wait,” you heard him call behind you before you made it any farther. You walked back to the passenger’s side window which was now rolled down, Wonwoo’s cheeks turning pink as the cold entered the car. “Take this, I heard tonight’s going to be windy.” He pulled off his scarf and handed it to you before waving goodbye. You couldn’t help but smile at his gesture and pulled the scarf on a bit higher to hide the blush that crept onto your cheeks as you watched him drive away. You made sure to note the smell of his cologne that lingered on the soft fabric as you walked toward the entrance.

As you opened up the door into the cafe, you were immediately greeted by the warm and familiar smell of baked goods and coffee with the chime of the bell. Although it seemed a little more crowded than usual, with people ordering their hot drinks to take with them on their holiday shopping, a friendly wave caught your attention and you were relieved to see Seokmin had found a table. 

He immediately greeted you with a grin and stood up to welcome you with a hug before sitting down across from you. “I got you some tea,” he gestured to the steaming mug in front of you. “I wasn’t sure what kind, but when I told them your name they told me they knew your order.” He raised an eyebrow at you as he took a sip from his own mug.

You couldn’t help the warmth that crept up your cheeks. “Yeah,” you confirmed. “Me and Wonwoo are regulars here,” you explained.

“You and Wonwoo, huh?” Seokmin teased. “How is that by the way? I feel like you haven’t talked about him as much lately.”

“It’s… good,” you replied, rubbing the back of your neck. “It’s just weird to talk about him around Mingyu. After that night my dad came to visit, he gets so visibly uncomfortable if I even mention Wonwoo. So I just don’t.”

Seokmin hummed as he processed your thoughts. “I wish I could tell you more, but it’s not my place,” he apologized.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I get it. I just wish he would talk to me. We used to never keep secrets from each other, but now it feels like that’s all there is between us.”

“Look,” Seokmin began with a gentle voice. “I know I told you I was hanging out with you and Mingyu today… but I’m not.”

“What? Why not?” you asked in surprise. “We always go Christmas shopping together.”

Seokmin looked down at his mug, feeling apologetic for not coming along. “I think it’s better if I sit this one out,” he answered. “We can go together some other time this week, but I think you and Mingyu should hang out today.” 

Before you could protest against Seokmin’s suggestion, a quiet series of pings on his phone drew both your attention to new messages from Mingyu.

“Well?” you pushed Seokmin who kept looking back and forth between you and the phone, unsure of whether or not he should check it. “What did he say?”

He grabbed the phone and read the messages before looking back up at you with a rueful smile and standing up to grab his coat. “I guess that’s my cue to leave,” he gave you a tight hug before pulling away to hold both your shoulders. “Remember, I said nothing, and uh… you two have fun. Tell Mingyu I said he’s a dumbass.” And with that last sentiment, he headed for the door, his mug of coffee still full and pastry uneaten. However, it wasn’t long before the door chimed once again, and a bundled up Mingyu walked in with a scarf pulled up in an attempt to shield his now rosy cheeks from the brisk wind outside.

Mingyu scanned around the coffee shop until he saw your figure at the table and a warm smile of relief found its way onto his face. In less than five minutes, your previous coffee date was replaced by Mingyu, who sat down in Seokmin’s place and immediately took a sip out of the mug he had left behind. He let out a scowl of disgust as the taste hit him and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“What’s wrong?” you asked playfully.

“Seokmin ordered me a black coffee,” he explained. As if on cue, his phone chimed with a message from Seokmin. “He said I didn’t deserve any sugar in my coffee because I’m a dumbass.” Mingyu rolled his eyes at the message before setting down his phone.

“Right,” you mused. “He did ask me to let you know that you are indeed a dumbass. But why specifically is he calling you one today?”

Mingyu looked away and you swear you could see his ever-present smile falter just a little bit before he answered. “Oh, you know… just Seokmin being Seokmin.” Although the answer wasn’t enough to pacify you, you figured Mingyu would tell you when he was ready so instead you changed the subject, curious about his life in the last few weeks since you’ve seen him.

“I feel like we haven’t hung out in ages,” you complained, taking a sip from your own mug. 

“We really haven’t,” Mingyu agreed. “That’s why I planned today.” The giddy smile on his face piqued your curiosity and had you wondering what he was up to.

“Oh?” you mused. “Planned, you say?”

Mingyu reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of notebook paper, which looked like it had been crumpled and folded many times in his front pocket, and laid it out in between both of you on the table. On the paper was a numbered list of various activities, most of which you recognized as things you and Mingyu had always wanted to do during the holidays. The last item on the list caught your eye.

“Letters to Santa?” you questioned with a smile. Mingyu nodded as he pulled the list back from you, folding it along the well marked creases and returning it to his pocket.

“Duh,” he smiled. “What kind of holiday outing would it be without letters to Santa? So should we get started?”

Usually, most people hate being in the mall around this time of year. The oversaturation of advertisements in every shop window, the mass of terrible drivers trying to weave through overfilled parking lots, and the hoards of people that filled the halls were enough to ruin the holiday spirit. But today, the mid-morning was filled with the smell of pine and gingerbread and the sound of popular holiday music over the speakers and you were glad to be here with Mingyu.

“Who’s the first person on the list?” Mingyu asked, looking over as you began to list down names of people to buy gifts for on your phone. 

“Seokmin,” you replied. “He told me he didn’t want anything, but I wanted to get him something funny.”

Mingyu hummed thoughtfully as he paused in front of an eclectic looking gift shop. “What about one of those?” He pointed eagerly at a pair of slippers shaped like rubber fish and you swatted at him, trying to hold back your own laughter. “Come on, it’s good right?”

You rolled your eyes before walking into the store to make your purchase. Seokmin would hate it, but he would also love it. Gifts to Seokmin were always easy, as your goal in mind was always to get a laugh out of him. The other people on your list however, your newfound friends through Wonwoo, were much more difficult to pick for, until Mingyu assured you that similar to Seokmin, laughter was the way to go. 

At the mall food court with full shopping bags filling the empty seats beside you, you and Mingyu found yourselves taking a well-deserved lunch break after all your shopping. As you sat together eating your food, you began to check your list, noting that there were only two names left: Mingyu and Wonwoo.

“What do you want for Christmas, Gyu?” you asked. Unlike Seokmin, Mingyu was a little bit more difficult to buy gifts for. He was one of those people who were happy with anything, so you felt an even bigger need to constantly surprise him. However, after the last few months, you found it even more difficult to decide what to get him. 

Expecting him to reply with his typical answer, “I’ll be happy with anything you give me,” you were surprised when he answered you directly. “A picture frame,” he answered decisively. 

“A picture frame?” You echoed in surprise. “That’s it? Why?” Mingyu let out a chuckle at the confused look on your face.

“Why not?” He shrugged. “I’m feeling sentimental, I suppose.”

You nodded in acknowledgement as you thought about what to do next. “Let’s go to an antique store,” you suggested. 

“An antique store?” Mingyu questioned. “For a picture frame?”

You nodded in reply as you explained to him. “I feel like getting a used picture frame is a lot more sentimental than just grabbing one from a random store, don’t you think?” You looked at the thoughtful look on his face as you continued. “It’s used, but in the best way. Someone else’s memories were in there before. It’s like you’re adding to the history.”

“Hmm,” he mused. “Antique store it is.”

You don’t know how long you spent in the nearby antique store looking at knick-knacks and the like before you finally found the perfect frame for Mingyu – a beautifully ornate and embellished gold picture frame. “I feel bad that you know your gift from me,” you said as you put the frame into the basket you were holding. “It’s not a surprise anymore.”

“That’s not completely true,” Mingyu disagreed. “You don’t know what I’m gonna put inside it.” You nodded with a pout, relenting to his logic. “It’ll be a surprise… for you mostly. The frame is for me, but the real gift is your reaction to what I’ll frame.” He gave you a playful nudge as the two of you lazily wandered through the aisles towards the cash register.

As you walked through the shelves of mismatched knick-knacks and books, the glint of gold embellishment hidden behind a collection of postcards caught your eye, making you come to a pause to check it out. You reached out to feel that the glimmering gold was embedded on a book and as you pulled it out, a small gasp escaped your lips. You had found the perfect gift for Wonwoo. 

Happy with your purchases, you and Mingyu happily made your way to the next stop on your bucket list – ice skating. It was one of the things you had always wanted to do with Mingyu and Seokmin, but Mingyu always argued against it, believing that he was too clumsy to learn how to ice skate. Honestly, you were surprised that he agreed to it even now.

“I thought you were deathly afraid of ice skating?” You questioned as the two of you sat down on the bench to put your ice skates on. You looked over at him expecting to see him with fear in his eyes but you were surprised to see nothing but a smug smirk on his eyes as he finished tying up his laces.

“I am,” he confessed. “But what’s the point of life if you don’t do something terrifying every once in a while?” Honestly, it sounded as though he was trying to convince himself more than you.

“Huh,” you mused as you nodded at his response. “That’s a fresh take coming from someone who refuses to go to a haunted house with me.”

“I can’t be completely predictable all the time,” he laughed as he grabbed onto the bar on the wall to help himself up. “Let’s go?” He reached out his hand and helped you up, not letting go as the two of you made it onto the slick ice.

Ice skating was all the fun you imagined it would be, even with all the laughs, falls, and bruises. Once the two of you managed to get the hang of it, you found yourself gliding slowly across the ice with Mingyu still holding onto you for dear life. The sun was beginning to set, and the sky was painted with pinks and oranges, a glimpse of warmth before the day slipped into a frosty indigo. This is… nice, you found yourself thinking. Wonwoo would enjoy this. Before you realized it, a sigh escaped your lips.

You looked up at Mingyu who had his eyes trained on the falling sun and seemed preoccupied with his own thoughts. For the first time in the many years you’ve been friends, you couldn’t help but feel how far away he felt, even though he was right next to you. 

“Gyu?” you asked quietly, unsure of what you were even about to ask. 

“Hmm?” he responded with a hum, eyes still trained on the horizon. When you didn’t respond immediately, he looked down at you in concern. “You okay?”

You smiled and nodded before looking away from him. There are some walls that don’t need to be torn down with force, you decided. No matter how tall, all walls will eventually crumble and fall on their own, but until that happens, you would be sitting on that wall with a bird’s eye view of the sunset. The wall will fall, but in its own time. 

So instead, you pulled Mingyu for one last lap, egging him on for a race.

Once the sun had set and after a much needed hot chocolate break, Mingyu led you to a nearby village made of small houses made of plastic and warm Christmas lights, with very tall elves offering cookies every few feet. 

“Welcome to the North Pole,” a cheerful elf greeted the two of you as you walked under the canopy of red and green lights. “Santa’s workshop is just straight ahead, the North Pole office to your left on Gum Drop Lane and the Sugar Plum Cafe on your right. Happy holiday!”

The two of you thanked the elf and walked down the streets, covered in fake snow and giant pieces of plastic candy. “Wow I can’t believe this has been in our city this whole time and we’ve never been here.”

Mingyu shrugged as he waved back at an elf. “Well I mean to be fair, this place is literally designed for small children.”

“We can be small children for a day,” you suggested as you looked up at the tall boy who raised an eyebrow at you. “Or relatively large children I suppose.” Mingyu chuckled as he playfully shoved you before pointing at a nearby building.

“Well, I did promise that we would write letters to Santa,” he said as he extended his arm to usher you towards the building. 

Inside, the building, which was more of a small room, was designed to look like a cozy log cabin with decorations and giant stamps and ribbons lining the walls. Throughout the room, many tables were set up with various types of stationery paper, pens, markers, crayons, stamps, and envelopes and kids could be seen at each table excited to write out their lists for Santa. An elf walked up to you and Mingyu to explain how everything works.

“So you write your letter here, and usually we deliver them to Santa for you, but on this special occasion, you’ll be allowed to deliver them to Santa yourself,” you didn’t miss the wink the elf sent to Mingyu or the way he sheepishly rubbed at the back of his neck.

“Oh?” you asked in amusement. “Special occasion, huh?” You nudged at Mingyu who coughed in reply. The elf took her leave after escorting the two of you to an empty table. Once out of earshot, you immediately let out your laughter. “Gyu what did you tell the elves?”

“I told them I was going to propose tonight,” he looked down with a chuckle. “I thought it would be more special if we could give them to Santa ourselves, but they said that was only part of the proposal package.”

You laughed at his confession. “Proposal package? Who knew the North Pole was so commercialized?” Mingyu rolled his eyes as he slid a piece of paper in front of you to change the subject.

“Write your letter or whatever,” he nagged. You grabbed a bright marker and turned slightly away from Mingyu, feigning an excessive need for privacy as you wrote down your list of Christmas wishes.

Dear Santa,

I feel like I’m too old to be writing this letter, but why not? It’s been a while since I’ve done this, so pardon me if I’m a bit rusty but here goes…

For Christmas, what I want more than anything else this year is… is… This is a lot harder than it was when I was 5 years old. I guess that’s why grown-ups don’t write to you as much huh? What else is there to wish for? I wish for my friends to have a good year, mostly. I think that’s really it. I wish for Wonwoo to like the gift I got him. (Sorry I know that’s your job)

Also I wish for a new journal and new books. Thanks Santa! 

By the time you had finished writing your letter, you were surprised to see Mingyu still writing furiously on his piece of paper. You had to admit you were curious about how he could possibly be writing so much, but you didn’t want to disrupt his flow. It wasn’t until you heard the sound of someone obnoxiously clearing their throat that both you and Mingyu turned around to see a precocious 5 year old looking at him with disappointment.

“Are you done?” He asked with an unimpressed look. “At this rate, Santa will be on his way to Brazil before I get my letter done, old man.” Mingyu rolled his eyes at the kid as he knelt down with a wry smile. 

“I have one more sentence, kiddo,” he said with the fakest smile he could muster. “And you better watch how you talk to adults before you end up on the naughty list next year.” You watched the child scoff and roll his eyes and you couldn’t help but laugh as Mingyu exaggeratedly finished up his letter before putting it in an envelope. You grabbed his arm and pulled him away before he could cause a scene. 

“Come on old man,” you teased Mingyu. “Let’s go see Santa.”

Upon entering Santa’s workshop, you were happy to see that the line wasn’t very long and it was only a short amount of time before you found yourselves being escorted up to Santa by an elf. “Santa, these two have chosen to deliver their letters to you personally.” 

“Oh?” Santa replied before taking your letters from the two of you. “Let’s see what we have then.” He opened Mingyu’s first as the elf pulled the two of you off to the side. 

“While Santa’s reading your letters, you can go ahead and take pictures with the Nutcrackers and Gingerbread men.” You looked over to Mingyu who nodded in response as the two of you got settled in the photo area to pose with people dressed in elaborate costumes. The elf taking the pictures offered each of you a copy.

“These are so cute,” you mused aloud. As you looked up, you realized Mingyu had left you and was back with Santa. It wasn’t long before he returned to you with a smile.

“Santa says it’s your turn,” he called to you.

The jolly old man greeted you with a smile as he handed you an envelope. “Oh, I thought you keep the letters,” you questioned.

“I do,” Santa nodded. “But this letter is for you.” You looked at him quizzingly before taking the envelope from him. It was, indeed, addressed to you. Before you could open it however, Santa put his hand over yours on the envelope, stopping you in your tracks. “It was requested that you don’t open this until you get home.” 

Before you could question the request, Mingyu’s voice came from behind you. “You ready to go?”

You turned to look at him with the same puzzled look. “Uh yeah,” you replied before turning back to say goodbye to Santa. “Merry Christmas, Santa.”

Not long after that, you found yourself unlocking the front door to the Jeon home, the whole car ride passing in a blur as you pondered the contents of the letter the entire time.

"Welcome home," you heard Wonwoo call from the kitchen. "How was your date?" He asked quietly.

"Hmm?" You replied, not fully processing his question, still lost in thought. "It was fine." Unable to think about anything else, you rushed up to your bedroom. In the privacy of your comforter, you pulled the letter back out and took a deep breath before opening up the envelope.

To the girl who makes the sun feel like the moon,

I know what you’re thinking. 

“This is supposed to be a letter to Santa,” and you’re right. Sort of. I wrote Santa a letter asking him to give this to you, and if you’re reading this right now, it means I was definitely on Santa’s nice list. (Which obviously, how could I not be, I’m kind of amazing. That made you laugh didn’t it?) 

Anyway, I wrote this letter to say thank you. Not just for spending today with me, but for spending nearly every today with me since that day on the playground. You’ve spent every today with me and I’ve spent every today hoping to see you tomorrow. Is that too cliche? I’ve honestly been thinking for a few weeks how to say what I want to say… words are really hard to put together you know? I know I’m usually the one who talks too much too fast, but for once… I’m blanking. You know what? There’s no better way to say it than to say it.

I love you. I always have, I think. 

If you paused after reading that, it’s okay. I had to pause after writing it. You might be wondering, “Why are you saying this to me now?” And that’s a good question. Why now? I guess it’s easier to say something to someone when they can’t say anything back. I understand now why you picked a letter to tell Wonwoo your feelings… this is so much less scary than saying it in person. I’m sorry. I just don’t think I could stand to see the look on your face when I tell you I’m leaving. 

Yeah… I’m moving to France next month. Early admission to culinary school. Crazy right? I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. But this was something I needed to figure out on my own. Looking back on our whole friendship, I’ve been depending on you to save me from everything I couldn’t face myself. I’ve been holding onto your hand, clinging to it, afraid that if I let go… that I would fall without you or that you would walk away. But now… I think it’s time for me to let go and trust that you’ll still stand by me even if I fall.

You can thank Seokmin for that one. He’s wise beyond his years, you know? We should have been asking him for advice years ago. But back to what I said… I do love you. But I think that love still has some growing to do before I can say it to you in more than just ink on paper. But don’t worry… this isn’t some dramatic confession where now I tell you that I love you and that I’m waiting for you at the airport to fly away to France with me, or to choose me over Wonwoo. 

I’ve said all I want to say and I need to wrap it up because there’s a 5 year old behind me shooting me a death glare. But finally… I believe no matter where life takes us nothing can break us apart (Sorry… If I didn’t include a High School Musical reference, I wouldn’t be me. But the sentiment holds true.). So choose love, choose writing, and choose your happiness, like I know you want me and Seokmin to do. You are brighter than sunlight, and everyone around you knows that. Like the kind of sunlight you can see even when you close your eyes.

Love you always,

Mingyu

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Unwrap My Heart / CHAPTER 4

Rating:

Mature

Archive Warning:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories:

F/F

M/M

Fandom: Black Sails

Relationships:

Captain Flint | James McGraw/Thomas Hamilton

Captain Flint | James McGraw & Eleanor Guthrie

Thomas Hamilton & Max

Miranda Barlow & Thomas Hamilton

Anne Bonny/"Calico" Jack Rackham

Captain Flint | James McGraw & "Calico" Jack Rackham

Anne Bonny & Captain Flint | James McGraw

Eleanor Guthrie/Max

Anne Bonny & "Calico" Jack Rackham & Charles Vane

Captain Flint | James McGraw & Charles Vane

Characters: Captain Flint | James McGraw Thomas Hamilton Max (Black Sails) Eleanor Guthrie Anne Bonny "Calico" Jack Rackham John Silver (Treasure Island) Miranda Barlow Alfred Hamilton Mrs. Hudson (Black Sails) Charles Vane

Additional Tags: Christmas Romance Canon Queer Relationship Gay Sex Holidays Books Alternate Universe - Bookstore Coffee Shops Christmas Shopping Christmas Party Christmas Fluff Christmas Tree Christmas Music Christmas Eve Fluff and Angst Angst with a Happy Ending Families of Choice

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The next instant Thomas’ mouth was on his and James melted into him, losing himself in that kiss and that sensation of their bodies intertwined. When the need for oxygen brought him back to himself, James took Thomas’ hand and led him upstairs. He didn’t lead him to the third floor, where the bedroom was — that would come soon enough — but to the living room on the second floor.

As he followed James, after depositing his coat and discarded scarf in the coat closet, the lascivious thoughts that ran through Thomas’ mind took a backseat when he saw the familiar Christmas decorations out on full display to celebrate the holiday season. His heart swelled when he realized James had taken the time to sort through the boxes in the garage and put up a fair amount. When they reached the living room, his breath caught in his throat.

“You did all this?” he whispered.

“I know how busy you’ve been, what with the store and the drama and the trip to London. And I heard you the other day when you said this might be the first year you didn’t get round to decorating. You already had the tree — which looks fantastic, by the way, excellent choice — so Max told me where you keep your decorations and as a thank you-stroke-mea culpa, I got to work.”

James pointed at the tree, standing tall between the pair of sliding glass doors that led out to the patio. “Thought this one we could do together. I can’t remember the last time I decorated a Christmas tree.” He glanced at Thomas. “Might be fun. Something to do every year.”

Thomas nodded, gazing adoringly at his boyfriend. He was falling hard for James and he had no desire to stop the freefall. In fact, he welcomed it with open arms. “I love it. All of it. This is all so wonderful.” He paused, hesitating slightly. “Why do you think you owe me an apology?”

Read the full chapter and story at AO3.

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Flufftober 2022 (1/31)

Author's Note: This is a series of vignettes set in a larger story that I'm currently working on. (Don't worry, Hadestown readers; I'm still working on my Elvis stories. Sebastian demanded some of my attention, and I had no choice but to oblige him.) These may seem a little rough because I'm just using them as a writing exercise to get me in the habit of writing for pleasure every day. (As opposed to school, which is less fun.) Trying to get ready for Nanowrimo next month! These vignettes (and my bigger story down the line) will be Sebastian Kydd-focused because, duh! Blame my current Elvis/Austin fandom spiral. I've been watching The Carries Diaries and found Sebastian to be a character with so much potential beyond a love interest for Carrie. He will be surrounded by original characters in these stories because I cannot deal with Carrie. I adore AnnaSophia Robb. But Carrie is a nightmare of a character. I know TCD is set in the 80s, but I'm flipping the script and setting my story in the 90s. I'm a 90s baby, plus Austin with long hair is just giving grunge vibes that I find very appealing. Enough rambling; enjoy!

January 1998

"Okay, the bus should be here soon! Everyone, out ya get!"

Even though I'd been living with my Aunt Hilarie and her family for half a year, it still felt nice to be hustled out the door by someone who genuinely cared about your well-being. Before they started shipping me off to any private school that would have me, my parents were never there in the mornings to see me off to school or meet me as I was coming home. Our housekeeper Matilda made me breakfast and ensured that I ate dinner and brushed my teeth. All the money in the world couldn't buy parents that gave a shit.

As I followed my horde of cousins out the door, Aunt Hilarie stopped me and gestured to my thin hoodie jacket. "Whoa there, where's your leather jacket?"

I shrugged. "I misplaced it over the holidays. But Aunt Hil, I won't be in the cold for long-"

Aunt Hilarie, ever the mom, ignored my protests and went to the coat closet. She pulled out one of my Uncle Jeff's peacoats and watched me as I shrugged it on. She reached out to pull my long hair from underneath the collar and buttoned the jacket for me. I felt like a little kid but in a good way. It still boggled my mind that she was my mom's younger sister. They couldn't have been more different.

"Thanks, Aunt Hil," I mumbled sheepishly.

She winked and kissed me on the cheek before ushering me out the door. My cousin Kat was waiting outside for me. She had a big grin on her face. That made me nervous.

"Found your jacket, Rapunzel," she teased, motioning to the end of the driveway.

I looked and saw, amidst the sea of my younger cousins, the neighbor Zelda Campbell. In my jacket. The dark leather clashed with her multi-colored knitted scarf and bright blue beanie, but I thought she looked perfect. Her cheeks were flushed. I didn't know if it was from the cold or the memory of the last time we saw each other. One thing I learned about living in the suburbs was how much people loved a block party. The street held a holiday party with Christmas carols and snowman-building contests. It was like a Norman Rockwell painting coming to life. Zelda and I snuck away during the festivities to the treehouse in her backyard. There we kissed for the first time. I had done far more with other people in the past, but something about that moment with her felt charged and magical. Hell, she even hung up a sprig of mistletoe. It felt like I was getting a do-over with my first kiss with someone who mattered and cared.

Kat and I crunched our way through the snow to the rest of the group. Zelda met me halfway. I reached up to tug on the zipper of my jacket.

"Where did you get this?"

She shook her head with a smirk. "I'll never tell."

I leaned down, the tips of our noses brushing. "I have ways of making you talk, Campbell."

My twin cousins Jessie and Zack made gagging noises. The perfect way to kill the mood. I shot them a warning glare before turning back to Zelda. Shoving my hands into the pockets of my borrowed jacket, I asked, "So does this mean we're official now? Going steady or whatever cheesy saying you use out here in the sticks?"

"Don't even try to play it cool, Kydd," Zelda said, rolling her eyes. "I saw you cry at the end of Titanic. We both know you love cheese."

"Can't prove it," I said, feeling my ears and cheeks burn. She laughed. Licking my lips, I asked softly, "All joking aside...are we, you know, together? I know your parents didn't like me, but I swear...I can't stop thinking about you. Seeing you in my jacket makes me think I'm not alone."

Her face softened. I hadn't yet told her what happened with Mrs. Donovan, but Zelda wasn't stupid. She knew I had been hurt in the past. She stepped closer and held out her mittened hand for me to take. Giving my hand a squeeze, she leaned forward to give me a quick kiss.

"You're not alone, Sebastian."

You know those moments in books when the characters talk about the world fading away to where it was just them and the person they loved? No one else? Kat would read those moments to me and cry about how romantic it all was. I would just roll my eyes and scoff. My parents and Mrs. Donovan had shown me that life wasn't always picture perfect. It was cruel and full of transactional bullshit. But in that moment, Zelda made it all make sense. As cheesy as it sounded, the edges of my world seemed to blur whenever I was around her. She was all I could see.

The groaning and screeching of the school bus pulled us from our reverie. I helped Kat with her two younger sisters, Maggie and Leslie, before following Zelda to the back of the bus. We sat down, and I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. Kat sat across the aisle from us and said, "God, you two are so cute together; it is disgusting."

We grinned. I kissed the tip of Zelda's nose and said, "You know, it occurs to me that I don't got anything of yours to show that I'm yours."

"Awww, we'll make a feminist out of you yet, cuz!" Kat crowed.

Zelda seemed to think for a moment before unraveling her scarf from around her neck. She draped it behind my neck and used the ends to pull me close. I kissed her and murmured against her lips, "Clever girl."

A/N: See ya tomorrow

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Open for holiday requests? Well then... ho,ho,ho🎅 Tom’s driving home frantically during holiday season and ends up getting his car stuck in a snowstorm. Reader and her family take him in from the cold and slowly he adjusts for the time being and maybe starts catching feelings???

I love a good hallmark like Xmas movie romance!

Home For The Holidays 

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Masterlist

“Spencer, look!” Lucas alerted his twin once he heard the knock. “There’s someone outside.”

Spencer got up to the window curiously and looked outside, seeing Tom covered head to toe in snow.

“It’s a monster.” Spencer shrieked as he ducked down from the window.

“It is not a monster.” Lucas rolled his eyes before looking out the window again. “Oh my God.”

“What?” Spencer asked, jumping up next to his twin to look out the window.

“Its a monster.” Lucas gasped. The boys scrambled to the door and flung it open, gasping in unison at the sight of a snow covered Tom.

“Hi. I’m-“

Are you the abdominal snowman?” Lucas asked as he let Tom in the door.

“No, I’m T-“

“Daisy!” Spencer cut him off with a shout. “Come in here!”

“Is there an adult I can speak to?” Tom asked the child as a little girl came into the room.

“Whats going on?” Daisy asked before her eyes landed on Tom. “Woah, is that an abdominal snowman?”

“Yea!” Spencer nodded. “He came right to our door.”

“I saw him out in the snow.” Lucas said proudly.

“Hey kids.” Tom spoke again. “Sorry to bother you, but I really need to talk to an adult. Are your parents home?”

“Did you come from the North Pole?” Spencer asked.

“No, Spencer.” Daisy rolled her eyes. “The abdominal snowman lives in Alaska.”

“I think he lives in Florida.” Lucas added.

“It’s actually abominable and I’m from Europe.” Tom cut in.

“Do you have magic powers?” Lucas asked.

“Yeah. I can use a phone really well. Do you want to see?” Tom tried to bait them into letting him use the phone.

“Wait!” Spencer gasped.

“What?” Daisy asked.

“Stranger danger.” Spencer realized. “We let a stranger into the house.”

“Oh no.” Lucas whined. “My parents are gonna be mad at me.”

“Mine too.” Daisy feared. “We can’t tell them.”

“Get Y/n.” Lucas instructed. “She’ll know what to do.”

“Okay.” Spencer ran out of the room, leaving Tom with the other two kids.

“Is Y/n your age?” Tom asked the children, hoping he wouldn’t have to deal with another child.

“No. Shes my cousin.” Daisy answered. “I think she’s 40. Shes really pretty though.”

“He’s right in here. He doesn’t look like the one in the movie.” Tom heard Spencer’s voice coming back. He came into the room with you, your one hand holding his and your other over your eyes.

“Okay. Can I open my eyes now?” You asked your brother.

“Uh huh.” Spencer said, and you slowly opened your eyes and removed your hand. Tom finally got a good look at you and felt all the air leave his chest.

“Uh, hi.” Tom waved awkwardly at you, taken aback by the beautiful stranger who let him on their house. You, on the other hand, were thinking something entirely different.

“AHHHHH.” You screamed and grabbed the children. “Intruder!”

“Woah woah woah.” Tom tried to calm you down. “The kids let me in.”

“Did you hurt them? Are you guys okay?” You asked as you inspected the children.

“We’re okay.” Lucas nodded, making you kiss his forehead out of relief. You picked Daisy up with one arm and held the boys close to you with your other as you backed away from Tom.

“Who are you and why are you in my house?” You demanded.

“My name is Tom.” Tom started slowly. “I’m so sorry to bother you but my car has broken down and I can’t get any service. Would you mind letting me use your phone?”

“My whole family is inside.” You told him. “Can you give me some sort of proof that you’re not chop us up and turn us into soup?”

“What kind of proof do you need?” Tom chuckled softly.

“Can you take me out to your car to show me that it’s broken down?”

“It’s really cold out here and I parked pretty far. It’s not safe for you to walk all the way out there.” Tom warned you.

“How far did you walk?” You asked, suddenly noticing how tired he looked.

“I’m not sure. You can’t see anything out there.” He shrugged. You chewed your lip and looked down at your siblings and cousin before making a decision.

“Kids, go inside and help grandma with the cooking.” You instructed. “Tell her I said you could have one piece of candy each.”

“Are we in trouble for letting a stranger inside?” Lucas asked fearfully.

“No, honey.” You assured him. “Just don’t do it again, okay? You did the right thing by coming to get me.”

The children smiled in relief before scurrying out of the room, leaving you alone with Tom.

“Empty your coat pockets” You demanded, trying to put on a brave face.

“Okay, but why?” Tom wondered as he took the contents of his pockets out.

“In case you have any weapons.” You said like it was obvious.

“There.” Tom said as he put the last of it on the table. “Pockets are empty.”

You eyed him skeptically before walking up to him and putting his hands in his pockets. You patted him down until you were satisfied.

“Okay. I believe you.” You nodded. “I’m Y/n, by the way.”

“Tom.” He shook your hand. “Are those your kids?”

“No.” You smiled. “Those were my brothers and my niece.”

“They’re cute.” Tom complimented. “They look like you.”

“Well, I have tons more in the living room.” You said proudly. “That’s why I have to keep you in here until I know you won’t hurt anyone.”

“How can I gain your trust?”

“Um, I don’t really know.” You realized. “I’ve never interrogated anyone before.”

“How about this.” Tom offered as he pulled off his hat and scarf, revealing his reddened face. “I’ll take off my stuff so you can see I’m just a regular guy.”

Your body language changed when you saw that he was a handsome guy your age. You blushed a little and looked around the room to gather yourself.

“Your skin is freezing.” You sighed as you touched a warm hand to his cold cheek. “How long have you been out there?”

“A while. I can’t feel anything below my neck.”

“You poor thing.” You sighed and rubbed his arms to warm him up. “Come on, let’s get you warmed up.”

“Wait, what about the interrogation?” Tom wondered.

“You passed. Now come on, before you get frostbite.” You laughed as you took his hand and lead him into your living room where your family was. Tom looked around the room, seeing at least 8 children and a bunch of adults. As soon as they saw you, your cousin Clementine ran into your arms for a hug. You scooped her up and held her on your hip as you addressed your family.

“Everyone, this is Tom.” You put your hand on Toms back. “His car broke down and he needs our help.”

“How cute is he!” Your aunt Linda gushed. “Look at those brown eyes.”

“The eyes? Look at that hair. So healthy.” Your Aunt Mary added.

“Nice to meet you Tom. I’m also Tom.” Your grandfather reached forward to shake Toms hand.

“And I’m Gary.” Your other grandfather shook his hand. “Nice handshake. Strong.”

“Thank you sir.” Tom smiled shyly.

“Ah, Y/n, he’s your age.” Your grandmother gasped. “What a cute couple you’d make.”

“Do you want to see my train set?” Your brother Charlie tugged on Toms hand. “I built it myself.”

“I helped.” Your youngest brother, George, told him. “I put the tracks together.”

“I’d love to see it.” Tom smiled at him.

“Can we get you something to eat?” Your uncle Jason asked Tom. “You must be starving.”

“How about a drink? Do you like hot chocolate? I just made some.” Aunt Linda offered.

“Have a seat, dear.” Your mom led Tom to a chair. “You must have been walking for miles.”

“A friend of mine owns the best auto shop in town. I’ll give him a call for you to see about your car.” Your uncle Richard said as he went to get the house phone.

“Thank you, sir. I greatly appreciate that.” Tom nodded in appreciation.

“Did you hear that?” Your mom gasped. “Manners.”

“And that accent.” Aunt Mary winked. “Oh, Y/n, he’s perfect for you.”

“Aunt Mary.” You glared at her. “We just met.”

“Oh, you must be freezing. I’ll get you a sweater.” Your other grandmother moved towards the closet.

“Make Y/n get it.” Your grandma waved her hand in dismissal. “You need to focus on the food.”

“Y/n, would you take Tom to get a fresh set of clothes? He’ll catch his death in this weather.” Your mother asked you.

“Please, don’t let me put you to any trouble.” Tom tried to stop them from going to great lengths for him.

“Nonsense. You’re our guest.” Your mother smiled at him.

“Follow me.” You put Clementine down and took Toms hand, leading him to one of the bedrooms.

“You have such a big family.” Tom commented as you reached the room.

“I know.” You smiled proudly as you got clothes out of the closet. “Every holiday is a huge celebration. It’s the only time we all get to be together.”

“That’s really great that you’re all so close.” Tom smiled as he looked at the family pictures hanging on the wall.

“Yeah. I wouldn’t trade them for anything. Here.” You handed him clothes. “You can put on anything you find and leave your wet clothes in the bathroom.”

You went to leave the room but Tom grabbed your arm.

“Y/n?” Tom asked.

“Yes, Tom?”

“Thank you. I really appreciate you letting me in.” Tom smiled warmly.

“And I really appreciate you not chopping my family up and turning us into soup.” You smiled back before leaving the room. You waited a few minutes before coming back in once you assumed Tom was finished changing.

“I found some more sweaters if none of those...” You trailed off when you saw what Tom was wearing.

“What?” Tom asked in confusion as he looked down at the sweater.

“That’s my dads sweater. I haven’t seen it in years.” You smiled softly as you ran your fingers down the material of the sweater.

“It’s so soft.” Tom chuckled as he felt it as well. “He doesn’t wear it anymore?”

“No. He um, he passed away a few years ago.” You admitted, keeping your eyes down.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I can take it off.” Tom immediately went to remove it.

“No, it’s okay.” You stopped him. “It suits you.”

“Tom! Y/n!” Your aunt Linda called from the living room. “Hot chocolate is ready!”

“Come on.” You took his hand. “My aunt makes really good hot chocolate. You’ll love it.”

Tom blushed behind your back as you lead him to the kitchen, feeling intimidated when he saw your entire family sitting down.

“There you two are.” Your mother smiled. “We were just sitting down to eat.”

“You can sit next to me.” You pulled Tom to two empty seats. He pulled your chair out for you, making you smile.

“I wanna sit with Tom.” Daisy whined.

“No, I do.” George pouted.

“You can sit across from me.” Tom told George. “And I’ll sit in the middle of Y/n and Daisy.”

“I called the auto shop.” Your uncle told Tom. “They can’t send anybody out here until the morning. Hope you don’t spending the night here.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it.” Tom shook his head. “I’m sure I’ll find a hotel around here.”

“Nonsense. You’ll never make it to a hotel. Plus, we have a perfectly good bed right here.” Your grandpa insisted.

“I don’t want to put you to too much trouble.” Tom told your family. “You’ve already done so much for me.”

“It’s no trouble at all. We’re happy to have you here.” Your other grandpa said.

“Hot chocolate, for you.” Aunt Linda placed two mugs down in front of you and Tom.

“Would you like some potatoes?” Aunt Mary passed him the bowl.

“How about some greens? I put a little brown sugar on them to make them taste good.” Aunt Linda put some on Toms plate.

“You have to try this. It’s my special recipe.” Your grandma put a baked zucchini next to the green beans.

“My wife makes the best stuffing.” Uncle Gary chuckled as he put some on Toms plate. “You’ll want to take some before the kids get it all.”

“Ooo. Make sure you get some cranberry sauce.” Your mother filled the last empty spot on Toms dish.

“Thank you. All of you. I really appreciate your kindness.” Tom smiled fondly at the table, his heart warming with gratitude.

“It’s the holiday season. Kindness is the most important gift you can give.” Your grandpa declared.

“Tom, do you want to play dolls with me after dinner?” Your cousin Ivy asked.

“No, he has to see my train set first.” Charlie spoke up.

“We could put the dolls on the train.” Tom suggested, making all the children grin.

“Did you hear that? He’s a genius.” Lucas said to Spencer.

“How long is Tom gonna stay with us?” Ivy asked her mom.

“Can he stay in my room tonight? I have stars on my ceiling.” Lucas told Tom.

“That sounds really cool, Lucas.” Tom nodded. “You’ll have to show me.”

“Are you and Y/n gonna get married?” Clementine wondered out loud, making you slap your hand to your forehead while Tom laughed.

“We just met, Clementine.” You said shyly as you pushed your food around your plate.

“Do you like pie Tom?” Aunt Linda piped up. “I made apple and cherry.”

“And I made pumpkin.” You leaned towards him to tell him.

“I like pumpkin.” Tom smiled at you, leaning in as well.

“Me too.” You giggled as you bumped shoulders with him.

“Oh look!” Aunt Mary gasped. “You two are under the mistletoe.”

You and Tom looked up and sure enough, a bustle of mistletoe was hanging above your heads. Toms face immediately flushed as he looked at you, but you were busy giving an unamused look to your family.

“Wow.” You said sarcastically. “It’s almost like someone hung mistletoe over the only two empty seats at the table.”

“Maybe it was a coincidence.” Tom squeaked.

“Uh Uh.” You shook your head. “This was no coincidence. My family did this on purpose.”

You punctuated your sentence by standing up and taking the mistletoe down, making your family roll their eyes and huff.

“We’re not gonna kiss.” You declared as you set the mistletoe down on the table. “Not like this.”

Tom perked up at your words, but appeared to be the only one that heard it. He looked around the table for witnesses, but found that your family had given up and started eating. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched you slip the mistletoe into your cardigan pocket. Tom eyes you curiously but didn’t say anything as he began to eat his food.

After dinner, Tom helped you clear the table while the kids ran off to play. You couldn’t help but smile at him as he stood next to your grandmother, drying the dishes as she washed them.

“Look at him.” Your grandmother gawked. “He’s helping me wash the dishes.”

“Y/n, if you don’t marry him, I will.” Your mom clicked her tongue, making you roll your eyes.

“Stop it.” You scolded. “No one here marrying him. We don’t even know if he’s single.”

“Well, Tom, are you seeing anyone?” Aunt Mary asked him as she put the dishes away.

“I’m not, no.” Tom answered as he kept his eyes on you. You gave him a coy smile before looking away.

“Then when are you taking Y/n on a date?” Aunt Linda asked, making you gasp.”

“Aunt Linda!” You exclaimed. “That’s enough. Nothings gonna happen between us if you’re all poking around in our business. We’re leaving. Come on, Tom.”

Tom gave an apologetic look to your family as he followed you out of the room. You took his hand and brought him to one of the rooms, presumably the one you were staying in.

“Sorry about that.” You sighed as you shut the door behind you. “They’re always trying to set me up.”

“Has it ever worked before?” Tom asked, a hint of jealousy in his words.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged and flicked your eyes to the ceiling. “You tell me.”

Tom followed your eyes and looked up as well, smiling a little when he saw mistletoe badly taped above your heads.

“Hm.” Tom played coy. “Now, where did that come from?”

“I took it from the dining room.” You laughed. “It’d be a shame to go to waste.”

“You know what?” Tom smirked as he hooked his pinky under your chin, tilting your lips closer to his. “I was thinking the same thing.”

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[gojology]

Coffee With Extra Sugar.

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 | Whew! I finished this after 1 hour and holy crap this is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written, I hope you like it. I’m literally sweating. 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 | Gojo Satoru x Teacher Fem! Reader 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 | 2,314 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | None! 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 | Gojo Satoru, the man who didn’t ever get rejected, got rejected by you. Unknowingly having a teensy tiny (or maybe not) crush on him, Nobara gets you to go on a coffee date with Gojo. Through the jumble of mixed feelings, you accept, and find yourself in a position you never thought you’d be in. One-shot.     Often times, you found yourself enjoying a nice cup of coffee with extra sugar after teaching the exceptionally unusual teens that Gojo had forced onto you. One was unlike any other, Sukuna’s vessel. Even with the threat of death looming over his head, he was one of the happiest teens you knew. Bouncing around, reminiscent of Gojo in a way. The most remarkable thing about him though, were the eyelids below his very own. Marking Sukuna’s existence on the boy’s body.        The other boy, named Fushiguro, had a troubled backstory. His father was the only one to have a complete lack of cursed energy. Maybe that was why he was always brooding, he always seemed to be off in his own land.     As for the only female, she was your favorite student. Nobara was albeit, a bit cuckoo, but that’s what you loved her for. Outside of the educational setting, she made an amazing shopping buddy and had an endless bucket list of things to do in Tokyo. Headstrong, stubborn. Happily willing to give you any sort of advice in men, even though she didn’t seem to show a particular interest in them. You told her all about the weird stuff that Gojo would do around you, and she always said that he might have a thing for you, but you never believed it until now.     The latest event had been when you were lounging in one of the spare rooms at Tokyo Jujutsu High, drinking another cup of coffee after the extreme levels of stress and torture that was training the trio. Gojo had casually strolled in, loudly announcing himself as he slid the door roughly shut.          “Oh (Y/N)! I was looking all over for you!”         “Really? I wasn’t. Leave me alone, I’m not talking to someone who calls himself a teacher and then dumps a buttload of crazy teens onto me.” you calmly replied, sticking out a pinky whilst sipping your coffee. Although you found your eyes to be glued onto Satoru.        He dramatically stuck a hand onto his chest, leaning backward just a little as if he had been told he shouldn’t have ever been born. “Me?! Oh no, I wasn’t dumping the kids onto you sugar. I’m a busy guy, being the strongest sorcerer and all.” he gloated, grinning a little.     You grunted before pulling out your phone.     “Pay attention to me, why don’t you?” he muttered softly, digging his hands into his back pockets.     Did you hear that right?    Clearing his throat, he loudly sat down next to you, even though there was another chair on the other side of the table. Crossing his legs, he began to speak.     “So, (Y/N), I felt really bad for dumping the kids onto you, and I thought, hey! Why don’t I take you out for a meal or two? You know we don’t really know each other out of work and I’ve been meaning to talk to you more-”     “No.”     “Why not?” combing his hair with his hands, he almost looked sad, but you knew where it was going to go. You had seen Gojo date girls for 2 weeks and break up with them after. It’d be weird to date a co-worker for an astounding total of 2 weeks and then immediately get broken up with afterwards. Besides, he was probably horny and hadn’t found a girl willing enough to talk to him back, even despite a face and body that looked like it was sculpted by the Gods.     “I know what you do with girls, just fuck with them, not looking for that.” You scrolled through the article you were reading, something about some 11 year old child getting their cancer removed miraculously, probably a super nice jujutsu sorcerer.    The silence grew between you two, Gojo’s eye shifting to you when you weren’t looking, and your eyes shifting to him when he wasn’t looking. You almost wished you were a bit friendlier.     “Right.” he mumbled to himself, before getting up and walking to the door. You felt something bad growing inside of you.    Looking back at you one last time, he shut the door.     “I’m telling you, (Y/N), Gojo-Sensei was trying to ask you out, ARE YOU THAT DENSE?” snapped Nobara, who was busily lecturing you about how you had seriously fucked up.     “I didn’t know!” you whined, “I thought he was just being stupidly friendly! It didn’t cross my mind!”     “Gosh, woman, men aren’t hard to work. Gojo is 100 times easier, hand him a box of candies and he’ll probably whip out a ring. All you had to say was yes!”     “...What if I didn’t want to say yes?” you shot back.     “Hah, shut up, I’ve heard the way you’ve described that man, acted as if he descended down from heaven”    You definitely didn’t have a crush on him, but you did let your mind wander sometimes, in some indecent areas sure, but wasn’t that true for everyone?    “Okay, and what do you want me to do now? Want me to just.. Go talk to him and ask for the chance back? That’s embarrassing, and as I said, I don’t have a thing for him.”    “I’ll snag that chance back for you, but you seriously owe me one. I’ll even get Fushiguro and Yuuji on board, but they’re almost always doing stupid stuff and I have to convince them with the weirdest shit to get them to cooperate.”     “Nobara, no cursing first of all, there was no reason to, plus I don’t NEED the date, why are you even-”     “Oh shut up.”     The next day, you found yourself urgently rushed to a coffee shop by a poorly disguised Nobara, Yuuji, and a less then willing Fushiguro. You scanned the shop, the scent of coffee so strong it wafted out of the interior. Gleaming windows with, “Kento and Coffee Inc.” proudly painted on the window.     Wearing a white t-shirt and a long trench coat, with a long plaid skirt, you found yourself self-conscious. Were you too overdressed? Nobara had told you that you were supposed to dress in a cute “dark academia” (whatever the heck that is, she showed you a few pictures of it online though.) style of fashion.     “Don’t worry! Just follow whatever I said earlier, I’m an amazing Cupid and I just know there’s something between you two! I’ll be in the corner, watching you guys, just don’t mess up!” Nobara chirped, handing you a red scarf to borrow from her closet.     You hastily threw it on, taking a deep breath in and breathing out. Trying to casually stroll into the coffee shop.    There Gojo sat, casually dressed in a black t-shirt. A pair of circular black shades perched on his nose, lazily eating a cake pop.     Your heart skipped a beat, even though he probably didn’t even try with the outfit he wore, you still found him absurdly attractive.    He jumped up, “Oh fuck, I thought everyone ghosted me.” he looked at you, tilting his head slightly as if he was confused. “I thought Yuuji and the crew were gonna be here too. Didn’t ever show though, do you know what happened to them?”     “O-Oh, um, yeah, I think I heard that Yuuji and Nobara got distracted and was going to some newly opened sushi restaurant instead. Fushiguro didn’t wanna thirdwheel or something like that.”     You swore you saw him smile slightly.    “So it’s just you, and me?”    You looked around, hoping to God that Yuuji would pop up and tell the world about his love for Jennifer Lawrence.     “It would.. Appear so.”    He clasped his hands together, beckoning at the cashier at front. “I’ll go get some coffee for us, any idea what you want yet?”     “Uh, just coffee with extra sugar.”     “Gotcha.”     You found yourself staring at his hands, playing with the hem of his pocket as he walked up to the small line. His fingers were impossibly long, and you couldn’t help but realize how veiny and large his hands were.     Snapping yourself out of your daze, you grumbled, taking the trench coat off, it had suddenly gotten hot. Pulling out your phone, you pretended to read, but in actuality you found yourself ogling his impossibly tall body, and how undeniably hot his voice was.     It was alright to find him attractive right? Sure, you hated a lot about him, like, like... Well, you couldn’t think of anything off the top of your head right now. But you for sure knew you hated him.    Yuuji snickered, “Gojo’s girlfriend is getting flustered, look at her cheeks.” He giggled, pointing at you. Fushiguro slapped Yuuji’s pointed hand down, hissing at him, “You’re going to fuck over this operation. Didn’t your mom ever tell you to NOT point?”     “I don’t even have a-”     “SHHHHHHH!” Nobara shushed them, gesturing to Gojo now walking over to the table where you were sitting.    He slid the chair out and sat down, grunting as he did. He looked down at you. “So, anything new with the kids?”     You gulped, a warmth flooding to your cheeks, the way he looked at you made you feel weird, and you couldn’t find yourself to make a cheeky remark.     “U-Uh, um, no, uh, Fushi-, I meant Yuuji, he’s doing as good as usual... And uh, Nobara’s doing pretty good too! Fushiguro’s just... Uh, you know, haha” you giggled nervously, “acting as normal.”    He laughed, “That’s Fushiguro, guy doesn’t even crack a smile. Yuuji’s a special one isn’t he? No idea how he acts all cheerful even though he knows he’s gonna, you know.”     “Guy doesn’t deserve it.”     “I know.” you pursed your lips, not wanting to talk about such a serious topic.     Seemingly noticing your discomfort, he turned his head over to the cashier who was now loudly shouting, “Order 132! Order 132! Two regular coffees with extra sugar, 2 donuts, 4 cake pops, and a slice of cake!”     “That’s our order~, what good timing!” Gojo sang, immediately springing up to fetch the coffee and the absurd amount of sweets Gojo had ordered.     “Gojo-Sensei sure does have a sweet tooth.” Yuuji pointed out, looking at Gojo casually walking back and handing you your coffee.     “Yuuji, did you seriously just notice that?”     “Yes. Why? Do you look at Gojo-Sensei eat? You’re really weird Fushiguro.”     Fushiguro let out a sigh, and Nobara giggled, but now all their attention was focused at the pair, drinking their coffee.    “So, uh, any idea why the kids invited us here?” he said, playing with his strikingly white hair. Your stomach did backflips, it looked so soft. Wait, fuck, why were you even thinking these things?

   “Uh, yeah, something about.. Um,” FUCK. You were supposed to say you didn’t know.    “Something about... Putting us on a... Blind date?” You mumbled sheepishly, Nobara crumpled on the table, murmuring about how stupid you were.     Shit, fucking shit, you weren’t supposed to be honest. 

   “Really now?” Gojo inquired, lifting an eyebrow and putting his arm on the table, leaning his face onto his hand. He took a bite out of his donut.     Now your face was really burning, why were you acting so strange?     Could it be true?     You had a crush on Gojo Satoru?     At first, you wanted to reject it, but the feeling settled in. It made more sense to you then not having a crush on Satoru. The feeling of regret when he tried asking you out, the many times where you found yourself ogling when he was naked, the amount of dreams you had about him.    You really did have a crush on him, huh?    You stammered, a rush of self-confidence flooding into you, “Fuck it.” you breathily mumbled, “I like you, Satoru.”     The doubt settled in as soon as Gojo looked at you, wide eyed, mouth slightly agape. Nobara was even shocked herself, she had never seen you as headstrong as this.    Fushiguro and Yuuji were in an intense discussion about their preference in women, well, more like Yuuji, Fushiguro was ignoring him, looking at the wall instead of the surprising twist in the date.    “You like me, (Y/N)?”     “Fuck, yeah, yeah I do.” you looked at his shades, oh how you wish you could see his eyes right now.     A slow grin spread across his face.     “I like you too, (Y/N).”

   Nobara, now quietly cheering and shaking Itadori and Fushiguro gesturing to you two, chewed them out for not seeing the events building up to the climax. 

   “Really?”

   “Yes, really, sugar.”

   Everything felt unreal, you had never thought you would find yourself in this position ever, was this a dream? You tried pinching yourself.

  He snickered, “No (Y/N), this isn’t a dream. I really do like you.” he rubbed the back of his neck, readjusting his crooked shades. “I would even say I’ve liked you for a while.” 

   It had never dawned on you that he wasn’t being flirtatious just to be flirtatious, he was actually actively trying to

get you.

“I can’t wait to tell the kids this.” he grinned to you, smiling widely. “Fuck, this feels like a dream to me too. I didn’t think you actually showed any interest in me.” 

   You couldn’t even be cheeky back, you were in a state of euphoria. 

   “Actually sensei.” you turned to look who was talking, Yuuji was excitingly bouncing up and down. Fushiguro looked like he wanted to be launched off a roof.     “We set up the blind date.” Nobara smiled, looking at the pair. “You know, I’ve always seen the romance and chemistry between you two, and you guys finally worked it out like adults!”   

    Why did you get the feeling that she was mocking you too?       Regardless, you had walked into the coffee shop single, and you walked out with the guy who had stolen your heart for years now, without you even realizing.     All thanks to Nobara.      

[brownflower23]

I’m Fucked Up

(Spencer Reid x Reader)

*Mature Content Warning*

Summary: Reader notices new strange behavior of Spencer, who usually keeps their interactions very brief. She later finds he's struggling to resist bringing her into his world of pain and pleasure.

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"Merry Christmas doll!" Rossi smiles opening his front door. "Merry Christmas Rossi!" You giggle receiving his warm hug. You were nervous, this was your first annual team Christmas party. Following Rossi into the large living room, smiling and waving at everyone.

Emily walks up to you holding two drinks. "About time Y/N! Here you've got some catching up to do" She smiles handling you the glass. "No problem." You laugh and quickly down the drink.

After making small talk for a while, you then went to make another drink. Entering the kitchen to see Spencer doing the same. "Hi, Spencer." You greet softly, trying to not be awkward and he glances up at you. "Hi." Is all he answers quietly after clearing his throat, you noticed he did that a lot when he spoke to you, which didn't happen often. He quickly looks back down to his glass and then stepped away from the counter letting you get to the drinks.

Spencer was nice, but you always felt like he kept you at a distance since you joined the team. He wasn't rude, but not friendly like he was with everyone else. You had only been on the team 5 months, so you figured he just took a while to warm up to new people.

You begin fixing your drink, and you could feel eyes on the backside of your body. You hear a deep strangled breath from behind you, it almost sounded like a growl. You froze, not sure what to do. Was that Spencer?

"Time for secret Santa!" You hear announced from the living room by Penelope. Turning around hesitantly on your heels to look, but there was no one else in the kitchen now. You walk to the next room, seeing Spencer now sitting on a couch with the group. Maybe that wasn't him, strange.

"Looking good tonight Mama." Derek exclaims glancing up and down at your fitted black skirt. You had dressed a little sexy tonight for the party. You roll your eyes back at him, knowing he was always like this. You didn't think anyone else notices, but as soon as Derek said that Spencer's eyes shot straight to him. His expression wasn't pleasant, to say the least, his eyes were hooded, jaw clenched. You had never seen Spencer like that before, especially to his best friend. He may not feel well.

You quickly sit and try to shake off the situation. Hotch begins pulling the presents from under the tree and announced each person's name.

"Y/N" he smiles and passes the medium-sized wrapped box. "Thank you" you smile back and then begin to unwrap the box. There was a beautiful red silk scarf sitting in the white box with a note. Time to find out who your secret Santa is, it had to one of the girls with such great taste.

I hope you can put this to good use . -Reid

You glance over to Spencer, he was already watching for your reaction. "Thank you, it's very nice." You offer a small smile but he only nods back. "You're welcome, Y/N." He said your name so smoothly, it gave you a shiver. Maybe you had enough alcohol you think to yourself.

The next day at the office walking in juggling your bag, coffee, and files. Saying your morning hellos, you walk near Spencer's desk. "Good morning." You announce admiring the man in front of you. He slowly looks up and his eyes linger around your neck. You decided to wear the scarf he gave you last night. He swallows hard and then came up to look into your eyes. "Good morning, Y/N." there is was again. The second time he said your name, it made your insides contract. Trying to keep your composure you quickly make it to your desk, letting out the sigh you were holding.

What the hell was happening? You just need to get through this day and get home so you can think. Around two o'clock, you could feel your energy depleting so you went to get coffee. Walking into the break room, your breath catching as you saw him. He looks up hearing someone enter.

His demeanor shifts seeing you, you awkwardly get your coffee as quickly as possible. "Shit" you mumble realizing you forgot the sugar, and coffee was disgusting without sugar.

You start walking back down the hallway toward the break room, and suddenly feel a hard grip on your arm. You were pulled into a closet, that had absolutely no light. Your heart feels as it was about to come through your chest. As your eyes adjusted to the dark, you make out the figure in front of you. It was him.

"What are you doing Spencer?" You whisper still trying to calm your heart. He places a hand on each side of your face against the wall behind you. "Is something wrong Y/N?" He sounds completely different, husky almost. Hearing it made your knees weak. He steps closer, you could feel his breath on your neck.

"I like you in this scarf." He huffs and you felt him twirl the edge of it with his long fingers. "Wwwhy did you pull me in here?" You stutter confused, this wasn't like him. "Did you not want me to?" He replies, pausing from your response. "You're just kind of scaring me, Spencer." You whisper back and he instantly put space between you and him.

"I'm so sorry y/n". He apologizes and then ran out of the room. What the actual hell was that? You stay in the dark room for a few minutes trying to process what just happened. What came over him? He usually avoids being close to you. He can't just walk away like that.

You cross your arms over your chest, and quickly walk to his desk to demand answers. Once at his desk you find that he and his bag were gone.

You finally get home, and just want to relax. After taking a shower you slipped into an underwear set and then hear a knock at the door. You rush to wrap yourself in a robe and to answer the door. "Who is it?" You question holding the handle. "Me" you hear a hesitant male voice say. Your stomach twirled.

You slowly open the door, seeing him standing there awkwardly. His head was low, looking much more casual than usual. No vest just a black button-down shirt and a loose tie.

"Hey, Spencer." you say softly, still very confused about earlier. "Hey. Look I'm sorry about earlier okay. I just lost control and I shouldn't have pulled you. I hope you don't hate me." He rambles out, with a deep breath looking away. "I don't hate you, Spencer." You offer a small smile to try to make him feel better. "I was just really confused, I still am actually." You continue.

"I'm sure you were, I'm sorry. I would never usually do that. You just get to me Y/N, okay? I'm having trouble controlling myself around you. I'm sorry, it won't happen again." He finally admits why he acts so strange around you. He turns to leave the doorway, surely not wanting the have this conversation longer than necessary. What he didn't know was that you had always been slightly interested in him, but he would never give you a chance to get close to him.

"Is that why you never look at me?" You ask with a glimmer of laughter in your voice, causing him to halt his escape. He slowly looks up to your eyes, staring, but not saying anything. Now that he was finally looking at you for more than three seconds you noticed how gorgeous his eyes are.

"What do you have trouble controlling wanting to do to me?" You question softly watching his body tense at your words, you wanted to push your luck. "If I tell you, you'll hate me." He whispers sounding strained. "Why?" You ask again still obviously flirting, it couldn't be that bad. He huffs slightly. "I can't tell you out here." He replies lifting an eyebrow. As if asking are you going to let me in. Were you going to allow the opportunity for something to happen? Both of you knowing where it would lead.

You slide over in the doorway allowing him to enter, the smell of him coated you as he passes. You shut the door and turned to see him looking around kind of awkwardly. "I'm sorry, do you want a drink or something?" You offer and he nods yes.

You leave to get the drinks, trying to figure out what was about to happen next. "Thanks" he mumbles taking the beer after you return, chugging it. You both sit on the couch silently, you could cut the space between you two with a knife. Okay then. "Are you going to tell me?" You finally break the silence, looking down at your fingers, playing with the glass bottle. You heard a loud sigh.

"I'm fucked up y/n." He blankly states causing your eyes to shoot up to him. "We all have our days." You shrug, not breaking the hold he had on your eyes. "No, you don't understand. You're amazing and so sweet. The things I want to do to you." He looks so serious. "Then why don't you help me understand?" You whisper a smirk playing on the edge of your lips.

"Stop. Don't do that." He blurts, abruptly getting off the couch making you jump. "Don't do what?" You yell back following him as he walked toward the door.

Suddenly he spins around slamming your back against the wall, holding you by the shoulders. "You don't yell at me, do you understand?" He hisses. His usual caramel eyes were a burning dark brown, his demeanor was like a different person. His jaw clenched, chest heaving. You stood there shocked, trying to control your own breathing.

"Okay." You whisper. He shook his head with a frustrated groan like it wasn't the answer he wanted, but you were confused. "You're sweet too Spencer, one of the nicest guys I've ever met. So what the hell are you talking about?" You groan, getting frustrated with his game. You heard him chuckle at your words shaking his head slightly. You stared at him, waiting until he finally gave in.

"Fine, I'll tell you. I want to control you, hurt you, make you scream, beg for me, completely dominate you." He outright growls staring into your eyes.

You were shocked. Hurt you? What the hell. He could see your confusion and softened his grip on your shoulder. "Not so sweet now, huh?" He mumbled removing his hands from your shoulder. Now you understood. Why he didn't want to tell you, why he said you would hate him. The look in his eyes now almost resembled regret, like he had messed up his shot with you. 

Although, you just wanted to understand him more than anything, and you were a pretty open-minded person. "Why would you do that?" You mumble looking down between your bodies. "To give you the most pleasure you've ever received." He confidently replies. Wow.

"Hurt me?" "Yes, for both of our pleasure. I know it's a lot and confusing. I promise it will never be more than you can handle." He explains like he was trying to sell you something. Your mind trying to take it all in, were you actually considering this?

"How would you know what is too much for me? We've never slept together" You ask after a moment of contemplating. You could see a slight glimmer of hope shoot through him, like when he realized he'd solved a case.

"I have a word that would instantly stop me, commonly known as a safe word. I would never hurt you in any way you didn't want, and I would always take care of you." He spoke gently, giving you a very vague explanation. This was normal to him. You could feel the heat coming off of his body.

"What is the word?" You ask out of curiosity. "Walter, it's my middle name and I hate it. You don't have to do this though Y/N. I don't know if you would want a relationship with me, but I promise it would be the best of your life." He panted, staring down at your lips, biting on his own as he towered over you.

Spencer was not normally such a confident person, so his confidence in his sexual abilities intrigued you. "What happens if I say yes?" You answer with a nervous knot in your stomach, finding yourself staring at the lip he was biting.

"Do not tease me. It is taking every ounce of my control not to bend you over right now, and show you how to behave." He challenges back, voice becoming more raspier, positioning himself closer to you.

"Then do it." You reply back without skipping a beat, not sure where the new confidence came from. He looked surprised. "Are you sure? Do you know what you're asking for babygirl? There is no going back once you take me there." He huffs, the nickname making your shutter. You can see how hard he was having to restrain himself.

"Dominate me, Spencer." You whisper, and without another second passing his hand roughly wrapped around your throat, he leaned his lips down to yours. You were taken back by his hand choking you, but his firm yet passionate kiss led you through it. Your fingers tangle through his soft messy hair, him groaning as you tug.

He separates your kiss, lowering slightly and lifting you from the bottom of your thighs. You wrap your legs around his waist, remembering you were only in underwear under the robe when you felt his warm body against your core. He attacked your neck with kisses and bites, definitely marking you. "Mmm Spencer" You moan out, and seconds later feel a hard slap on your right ass cheek. You wince at the pain, he did say he would hurt you, it wasn't overbearing though. "You will call me Daddy or Sir, do you understand?" He requests with a stern tone in your ear, you nodded eagerly. "Answer when I ask you a fucking question." He growls again with another slap to your ass. It was hard enough to make you yelp but soft enough to not make you cry. He was good.

"Yes, daddy." You panted. "Good girl." He chuckles, running his hand over the cheek he just hit, soothing the sting. "Are you okay?" He asks searching your eyes, not like he was just talking but genuinely, giving you one last chance to run. "Yes, I'm okay I promise." "Just follow my instructions exactly and you'll be rewarded, okay?" You nod, honestly, you were more than okay. You always wanted to experience something like this, that pushed you to the edge.

He nods back at you, and reattached his lips to your neck, his fingers gripping into your ass through the thin underwear. "Where's.. bedroom?" He asks through muffled kisses. "First left.. in hallway. " You manage to mutter, he began walking still holding you in his strong arms.

Once he made it to the bedroom he lowers you to your feet. "Trust me okay?" He whispers, you nod. He slid his fingers to the insides of your rode pushing it off your shoulders to the floor. "You're so beautiful y/n" he compliments looking over your body just in underwear. You blush slightly, thinking that someone as gorgeous as him would think so.

"I bet you look gorgeous with that pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock." He huffs in your ear, your eyes grew huge hearing him speak like that. Running his tongue over your earlobe, you moan at his words making him chuckle. "Get on your knees now." He commands, you falling into a kneeling position instantly. He smiled down at you approving. You have never moved on command for anyone, what is he doing to you?

You watch as he rolls up each of his sleeves slowly then pulling loose his tie roughly, anticipation killing you. He slowly moves to his belt buckle, removing it and his pants, kicking them off. He looks down at you again, smiling seeing you were biting your lip. "You want daddy's cock in your mouth don't you?" He asks, catching you off guard. You had never talked so dirty before, but it was definitely turning you on.

You also wanted to impress him, you had a slight idea of how this kind of relationship worked from movies. "Yes sir, I want to suck your dick" You reply, playing his game, which judging by his eyes he loved. "Such a good girl." He grunts and pulled his dick from the restrain of the boxers. You gulp at the size.

He steps closer to you, your mouth opening almost as a reflex for him. You took your hand and stroked over his length before taking him to your lips. He hisses as your warm mouth took him in, bobbing your head quickly.

"Fuck. You have no idea how much I have dreamed of that mouth around my cock. How many times you made me touch myself after seeing you at work. You wanted this didn't you baby." He groans, you couldn't believe what he was saying. He masturbates thinking of you?

"Yes, I wanted it." You reply between strokes. You swirl your tongue, wanting to please him as much as possible. "Now I'm going to fuck your mouth for making me wait so long." He growls, you felt his hand wrap to the back of your head into your hair. He holds your head in place while he pumped himself into your mouth faster. You began to gag, but closed your eyes and make yourself relax.

You look up at his face as he went faster, tears starting to run down your face. You loved it. His hisses and moans were the sexiest sounds you've ever heard. "Oh fuck y/n" he yells out as his hips started to jolt out of his control. He met your eyes, his expression had softened, you loved seeing him in such a euphoric and vulnerable state. His eyes continue to roll back in his head, the sight completely soaked the panties between your legs.

"Swallow for me y/n" he groans but before you could answer you felt his warm liquid squirting down your throat. He cussed out slowly riding through his orgasm, you licking every drop from the tip of his dick.

His eyes reopened looking at you very pleased. "Stand up baby girl." You slowly lift wiping the tears and liquids from your face. He kisses you sweetly holding the sides of your face, you take the opportunity to unbutton the rest of his shirt feeling down his toned body.

"I think that deserves a reward baby." He whispers, your body stood on end with excitement. "Please." You breathe out before you knew it. Shit, he had you wrapped around his finger, and he knew it. "Mmm knew you'd enjoy this." He chuckles and then pushing you to the bed.

Your legs land slightly parted, giving him a clear view of your most intimate part. "Why are your panties so wet y/n?" He asks licking over his bottom lip. "Because you make me this wet." You answer honestly. "Such a good fucking girl" he devilishly smirks. Next, you hear the cloth of your underwear rip making you gasp. "Sorry, they were in my way." He shrugs while lowing himself closer to your glistening pussy.

His comment made you laugh, which turned into a loud moan as his tongue attacked your clit with precise movements. "Oh shit." You cry out, you never had a man please you with his mouth this well. He groans in response to your cries. You tangle your hands in his hair again, rocking your hips against his face. You look down and watch his tongue engulf you, his eyes stay focused on you.

"Ugh feels so amazing" you sigh letting the feeling overtake you as his fingers dug into your thighs spreading you more for him. You couldn't believe Spencer Reid was in between your legs right now.

"You taste so good baby girl" he moans between your legs. You felt the tingling sensation start to cover your body, and the familiar warming in the base of your stomach. "Oh fuck." You scream as he pushes you over your edge, making your whole body shake in the best way possible.

You finally come down from the high with a smile on your face and look down at Spencer. His lips were still wet with your liquids, but the pissed expression on his face scared you.

He crawls up the bed until he is right above you staring down at your face. "Did you enjoy that?" He coos but not in an amusing matter. "Yes, it was amazing." You whisper reaching for his face, but he roughly grabs your hand and pins it to the bed.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it because you're about to pay for it" he spat and then pulled you off the bed with him. He rests on the edge of the bed, yanking you face down across his lap. "You're a greedy little girl y/n" he informs with an unsettling calmness. You couldn't even respond not knowing what he was talking about. He began rubbing a hand over your bare ass, you had an eerie gut feeling of what was coming next.

"So now...I have to give you a punishment. Okay?" He continues, the ending sounds more like a question. He was asking if you were okay with him punishing you. Did you want him to seriously hit you? There was only one way to find out.

"Yes" is all you say, and brace yourself for what was next. "You do not cum unless I tell you to." He hisses and you felt the same smack across your ass, but this time harder, more intense now that he had permission. Then again and again. After the sixth slap, you could feel tears forming in your eyes, but moans also tried escaping your lips.

"Are you going to cum again without permission?" He asks with a glimmer of amusement in his voice, delivering the seventh slap. "No,I won't." You said with a shaky voice. Eight. "I know you won't babygirl, but your ass is so pretty. Nice and pink with my handprint." He huffs, giving a ninth spank, you are so close to having use the safe word. "Please, sir." You plea for his mercy as his hand came down again. "I think you've learned your lesson." He finally stopped and massaged over the ass cheek he was just abusing, making it feel better. It still stung, but you almost liked the feeling. You were proud of your self for taking ten hits.

"You did so good baby." He praises while shifting you up and into his lap, laying your head on his chest. He brushed his fingers through your hair softly, letting your breathing even out. You look up, finding him staring down at you with such adoring eyes. In that moment, you had never before felt so loved and safe. The way he commands you, but he still sweetly made sure you were okay with everything he did.

The feeling he gave you made your head spin, it was like nothing else. Was this the kind of relationship you craved? All you knew was that you're now entrapped in Spencer Reid, and you didn't ever want to let go.

After a few minutes, he laid you back onto the bed. He then got up and walked out of your bedroom door. He isn't leaving, is he? For some reason, you couldn't imagine not being with him right now. He can't leave after that. You start to panic until you saw him coming back through the door.

He was holding up in his hand the red scarf that he had bought you, he must have seen it before on your coat rack. You giggle seeing him. "I am going to restrain you, okay, if you try to get loose I will punish you. Understand?" He asks waiting for your response. You nod eagerly "I understand." He begins tying both of your hands above your head to the headboard, you wondering what he has in store for you. "And yes, this is exactly what I meant by good use." He answers what you were wondering with a smirk on his face. Gosh, this boy.

After he was happy with the restraints, he walks to the side of the bed laying beside you. Running his fingers over your stomach, making you squirm. He quickly removes your bra, greedily looking over your breast. "You know since you just took your orgasm last time without asking, you do not get to cum this time while I finger your pussy. Understood?" He informs causing you to groan not knowing how you would be able to do it. You wouldn't want another punishment, right?

"Yes, daddy." You answer softly, and he smirks knowing it would be torture. Lowering his fingers slowly between your legs, to what belongs to him now and he knew it. Your body jolts as his finger sunk in, your wet entrance accepted it eagerly.

"Fuck your so wet for me baby." He groans adding another finger. "I only get wet for you daddy." You moan, maybe you could persuade him to let you finish. "That's right babygirl. ONLY MINE." He growls and pumped his fingers faster making your back arched off the bed, while your head flung back into the pillow. "Oh shit daddy." You whimper every time the palm of his hand would bump your clit.

You then felt warm wetness around your nipple, looking down to see Spencer's perfect lips around one of your breasts as he still worked you with his long fingers. He tugged at your nipple and curled his fingers at just the right spot making your body shake with the need for release.

"Please please I want to cum daddy" you cry out scratching into your bedsheets. You pull at the scarf, wanting so bad to orgasm. "Why should I let you?" He taunts speeding up his fingers as fast as he could. "Because I will be a good girl, please." You whine, not knowing how much longer you would last. You felt his fingers retract, and you heard a whimper of disappointment escape your mouth.

"Don't look so sad baby." He laughs at you and pulled the hand restraints loose and then continued "I promise you're about to cum harder than you ever have." He smirks and then he positioned himself between your legs, you bit your tongue trying to contain your excitement.

One hard thrust filled you completely, making you take all of him. You yell out at the pain and pleasure all at once. He pauses for a second letting your muscles become molded to him. "Shit your so tight y/n" he growls with hooded eyes watching you take him. He then lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and began pounding into you roughly, the position hitting your sweet spot over and over. You clawed into his back hard, surely drawing blood but he didn't seem to care. You felt a hand grasp around your neck once again, and the sensation made your eyes roll back.

"You like being choked don't you, dirty girl " he hisses, slightly tightening the grip on your neck. "Yes I love when you choke me daddy" You groan out barely able to speak, not just trying to please him anymore, but you honestly liked it. He was right when he said it was the most pleasure you have ever received.

He moans at your words, feeling he wasn't going to last much longer. "Rub your pretty clit for me, baby." He commands through clenched teeth, sounding so rugged and sexy. You did as instructed, rubbing fiercely making your legs start to shake.

"Daddy I want.. I need to cum please" you beg, feeling the knot in your stomach. "You want to cum all over daddy's cock babygirl?" He groans watching you beg was something he would never forget. "Yes please let me cum on your cock." You plea, trying desperately to hold it.

"You want me to cum in your tight pussy y/n?" He asks as his hips began to thrust wildly. Your eyes flash open in shock, looking up to Spencer biting his lip looking at you with such passion. You had never let a man finish inside before, but you wanted all of Spencer.

"Yes, cum in your pussy sir." You cry out, determined to pull him over with you. "Yes my fucking pussy." He moans out loudly, fucking you as fast as he could now.

His stroke hit just the right spot as your fingers moved faster and faster, your breath hitched and you became light-headed from the amount of pleasure. "Cum for me babygirl." You could barely hear over your cries of pleasure but as soon as you heard him your body responds. Your insides contract around his cock as he groans out your name letting his head fall back, his climax spilling over into you.

He slowly rolled through both of your orgasms, both of you panting despite for air. He gently removed himself from you, falling in the bed next to you. He guides you into his arms and softly snuggling into his chest.

"Are you okay baby?" He asks once his breathing evened out. You smile at him calling you baby even though you weren't having sex still. "I'm okay." You answer, still feeling your body tingling trying to process everything that just happened.

"Do you need anything? Ice, lotion, water?" He questions again making you giggle. You just shook your head no. He sat up looking at you with a serious expression. "Look, part of this is me taking care of you after. I'll always take care of you. Please talk to me, did I scare you?" He sighs.

"No Spencer you didn't I promise, I liked it a lot." You assured him, he let out a breath of relief. "I didn't hurt you too badly?" He asks rubbing the side of your face. "You hurt me just right" you giggle. "Well that's just the beginning sweetheart" he teases kissing the back of your hand.

"I actually might need something." You announce after thinking for a few minutes. "Anything." He answers looking concerned. "I think I need help taking a shower." You shyly admit. He chuckles at you. "Can someone not feel her legs." Teasing you more. "No, you made them go numb daddy." You tease back.

He moans lightly "Don't get me started again, I don't think you could handle that yet." He warns helping you up. "Maybe I will" you wink stepping into the shower pulling him with you.

Returning to work was awkward, to say the least, having to keep your relationship a secret. Spencer making sly remarks that only you would understand just to watch you squirm. Teasing you around every hidden corner didn't help either.

The team had just been assigned a new case and everyone was at the circle table going over the different files. "Y/n give me that file." Spencer said from across the table, concentrating on the papers so his voice sounded stern.

"Yes daa..." You freeze catching yourself and his eyes going wide looking at you. You try to play it off. "Dr. Reid " you stated with a couple of fake coughs, trying to make it sound like a mix of words. The redness of your face would surely give it away. You hand over the file keeping your eyes down.

"Oh hell no, we are not about to act like that didn't just happen." Derek pries with that smile, looking between you and Spencer. Spencer just smirks shrugging his shoulders and returned his attention to the paper in his hand. The whole team gasped at his subtle confirmation, you instantly hid in your hands. How were you going to survive being Spender Reid's woman.

[binniesthighs]

hellooo i have read your Han fic and it's so gooooooood you really know how to portray the one and only Han Jisung omgggg. can i ask for a seventeen smut? if it's okay with you. since I'm into Jeonghan these days i really want to know how will Jeonghan react if you two arw bffs since high school then one day things changed, both of you began being so touchy and flirty then he challenges you if you can resist him omgggg like he is so cocky and confident aaaaaah BYE-

aweee thank you so much! I love love love writing for the one and only Han Jisung!! thank you so much for your patience as well anon I’m soooo sorry that this took me an age to get out, but I hope that ya like the product hehe 💕

yjh was here | reader x jeonghan |

Pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x yoon jeonghan

Genre: fluff n’ smut

Tags: friends to lovers, bit of a comfort fic, bestfriend!jeonghan, cockyandflirty!jeonghan as we love him, lowkey mutual pining, mingyu, wonwoo, soonyoung side characters, coworkers au, mentions of food and mild food dares, mentions of alcohol+getting drunk, mentions of divorce (past), marking, reach-around teasing (r receiving), fluffy unprotected sex, body praising, spicy truth or dare, cuddles

Word count: 4.4k

Yoon Jeonghan had a habit. It wasn’t the worst of habits, but it was the kind that would clutter up your life. Often, you would wonder why he would do it, and why he hadn’t stopped: not even after you had mentioned it so many times.

It had started in high school. High school, that eternity away now. Luckily, your past was riddled with memories of him, and all of the little things that you had shared together; lunches, late nights studying, throwing littler paper wads at eachother from across the room. He would pull at the tie around your neck that was a part of the school uniform just to get a rise out of you. Jeonghan would nap during class, and you would be the one to wake him up with the flick of your finger. On cold walks to school, he would lend you his scarf, and on hot summer nights you’d stay out searching for snacks until sleep drew your eyes down, and he’d let you lean on him the whole walk home.

yjh was here

He wrote it on the first exam you had ever failed in your whole life.

Conversely, he had gotten nearly a perfect score. He was annoyingly good at everything he did. That, or he was just really good at cheating his way through things. When you thought about it, it was likely the latter that was more accurate.

At first you thought it was a joke. It was as if he was taunting you for failing miserably at mathematics II. You were never good at math anyway.

The second time he wrote it was when you had fallen asleep in class. It wasn’t a common occurrence. He’d call you a baby for being scared to fall asleep during class for fear of being startled awake by the teacher. However, this was the week that had been the longest for you: the week that everything fell apart.

Even into your mid twenties, your mother still would never tell you why your father had left that week and you never saw it fit to prod more.

He had written it on a scrap piece of paper after getting you a strawberry milk and leaving it for you on your desk.

yjh was here

Since then, he had taken the opportunity to write it everywhere he could manage. Suddenly his little scribbles filled up the margins of your notebooks; on post-it notes--he’d even etch it onto the skin on your arm in soft blue pen ink. Later, when the two of you had gone on to college, he would sneak into your dorm to write it everywhere he could find. No matter how many times you would erase it from your little whiteboard by your desk, he’d always manage to write it over, noticing immediately that it was gone.

Today, you had noticed that he had slipped it into your legal folder, among other more boring and business-y things and you had no idea how it had gotten there. It must have been sometime the day before, as he had written it on a napkin from the catering company.

yjh was here.

In all the many years that he had followed you from place to place, you must have amassed hundreds of his little notes. You kept the ones that he would give you at work tucked away in a desk, often forgetting that they were kept there until you would stumble upon them, tugging a little smile at your face. The rest of them you kept at home in a little box in your closet, even deeper away, never really knowing why. The act of simply having them was satisfaction enough, in fact, you never really minded a little clutter.

☆彡

With eyes drooping, you scratched away on your yellow note pad, writing a string of nonsense words that sounded important from the presentation. The red setting setting sun reminded you that it was your least favorite time of day: the time where the last work hour of the day would appear to stretch into twenty. Under the table your scratchy cotton work-pants felt even more scratchy than usual. Somewhere above you, the penetrating white fluorescents buzzed like flies.

With a little tap on your shoulder, Yoon Jeonghan was sitting next to you as he always was. Compared to him, you felt as if you looked like an utter mess. Just as he was annoyingly good at everything, there was never a day that he came into work looking less than perfection. Today it was a tweed two piece with a pressed shirt underneath as well as a navy tie adorning his beautifully slender neck. Around his face befell his deeply dark strands of hair which pricked the edges of his rounded wire glasses.

“This is so boring.” He had mouthed to you, adding a pout to the end of his sentence.

You formed the sound on your lips, “Shhhhh”

“I’m just saying!”

“Pay attention.”

You turned your head back to pretend to care about what your boss had to say. Every fifteen seconds or so you would nod your head to make it appear as if you were diffusing the information he was giving out.

Another tap on your shoulder and Jeonghan displayed his pen to you to draw your attention to the margin of your quarterly report print out.

you look really beautiful today, he had written

“Stop it!” You accidentally hissed, garnering the attention of your nosy and equally bored coworker sitting across from you.

This time you mouthed out the words, “No I don’t.”

“~yessss~” Jeonghan curled out his words with his tiny creeping smile

Your knee bumped into his under the ginormous desk.

“Pay attention, ‘Han.”

“Is there something you would like to add L/n?” Your supervisor’s voice cracked in the silence of the room.

“N-no sir.” your head bowed in repentance.

He elder man tsked in a little sound with his teeth. “I know that we’re getting to the end of the day folks, but let’s just get through this all so we can get home...”

Jeonghan’s tweed pants made a little screeching sound against the fabric of yours when you bumped him again under the guise of the desk.

“Screw you.”

Your friend met your remark with a wink, biting the cap of his pen while his eyes wandered down to show you another little message:

yjh was here

and I’m excited for tonight

☆彡

Wednesdays were customary somaek nights where each of you and your coworkers would gather in your cruelly tiny apartment with their own separate dishes for all to share and forget about the troubles of the midweek. As the year was winding down, it was these nights that would get you through the week. With the bodies of the five of you in your tiny living room cramped around your low-set table, you had almost forgotten that the heating in there barely worked.

With each of your coworkers entrance, they would bring in the smell of autumn with them, and the chill of the air outside. On each of their long coats, bits of leaves would cling to the edges of the fabric. Each Wednesday there would be a royal mess to clean up after, but it was Jeonghan who would often stay after to help you. The two of you would end up in your cruelly tiny kitchen, throwing soap bubbles at each other’s faces drunkenly with socks sliding all over the wooden floors. Jeonghan would write another note to stick on your refrigerator, then he would take you by the hands to twirl you around to some unbearably cheesy sounding OST.  

Perhaps it was the way that your head would get fuzzy from the soju and beer, but you loved the way that he would twirl you; it was almost like a waking dream.

“Nobody worry! Nobody! Worry!” Soonyoung burst through your door, case of beer in hand. “I’m not late, I’m actually early! Don’t you know that it’s trendy to appear an hour into the party?” When Soonyoung spoke, he had a habit of speaking with his whole chest.

“Took you long enough,” Mingyu whined, popping in another strip of galbi.

“You don’t enjoy our presence, ‘Gyu?” Wonwoo’s mouth upturned into a teasing grin.

“N-no,” The biggest man babbled, “It’s just that...Wednesdays are somaek evenings.”

“--Then I am here to help you out my friend.” Soonyoung plopped himself right down on the floor with the poof of his blond hair popping from his beanie. “Ahhhh this all looks so delicious.”

“You better pay me back.” You griped while serving him a plate of the assortment.

“Have I ever mentioned how much I love you, Y/n?”

“Nearly every time I do something for you? You still owe me from the last time we went to karaoke.

“--And for covering for your ass last week...some hangover that was, huh?” Jeonghan scooched over his leftover rice to you.

Soonyoung scoffed while twirling his bottle of soju in the air, the admiring the little tornado swirling inside. “-Was worth it though. We always have fun don’t we?” In his affection, he threw his arms around you and Wonwoo beside him.

“-Food’s gonna get cold.” Wonwoo poked his finger in the general direction.

With his full glass raised in the air after a minute of preparation, Soonyoung lead you all in a toast, cheeks already rosy. The second that your glasses collided, liquid came downpouring to the table, but none of you seemed to mind. Before you could bring your drink to your lips, you caught yourself having a moments pause, watching all of your friends before you. If you could have, you wished you could fold up little moments like these as well to put in your drawer to see when you would feel down.

Jeonghan caught your wistful sigh, sending you a wink. In many ways, you knew he must have known your thoughts.

Under the table, his hand brushed up to your crossed knee, letting his hand linger. He let his hand rest there for a moment, as if he was soaking up your essence in the moment. He had never done it before, but his thumb gently rubbed at your knee, and it felt like a waking dream.

☆彡

The night had ticked on, and you and grown more tired than you had expected by pass of the clock hand. As the night would normally progress, drinks would be had, then each of you would take turns updating the others on what you had been doing or working on. All of you would gather advice or support if needed. There had even been times when you would even provide a shoulder for one to cry on, although that didn’t happen most times.

Others, like today, the five of you would simply sit and enjoy each other’s presence with the window slightly cracked open to let the autumnal air cool your burning bodies. Jokes would be cracked every once and a while until yawns would escape your mouths. By then, another joke would be made about how you were all getting to old to be staying up that late.

Jeonghan played with your hair as you had leaned into him, swirling your final glass of soju in your wrist. While you were hot yourself, the heat from his body was still calming, and the way that his chest would rise and fall was a bit like a lullaby.

“I’m falling asleep, we should head out,” Mingyu clapped Wonwoo by the back.

“Another one for the books.” Soonyoung sighed, then rose up with a stretch of his arms, wrinkling up his white button up and loose tie.

“Sweet dreams everyone.” You shift off of your best friend, shuddering a little at the lack of contact, to close the door after them.

“I’m looking forward to next Wednesday!” Soonyoung beams with a little salute, then bows before shuffling away.

“What time is it?” You yawn out the words, rubbing your eyes.

“Too late. We still need to go in tomorrow, remember?”

Dirty dishes clink in your hands as you bring them to your sink. “We really should start doing this on Fridays.”

“I don’t wanna start cleaning just yet, can we stay here for a while?” Jeonghan spreads his arms out, beckoning you to fall back into him. You laugh a little at the motion.

“Why so touchy? We haven’t done this in so many years...I can’t remember the last time...”

You oblige him, nuzzling right up to his chest once more. He smells a bit of the somaek, but mostly of his usual scent: that cheap cologne that you had bought him about a year ago. You had mostly gotten it as a gag gift, but he had worn it every day since.

“Must have been in high school.” His words are long and breathy.

“How come we stopped?”

Jeonghan takes a minute to answer you, and you wonder if he’s fallen asleep. Instead, he raises a hand to rub at your arm lightly, just as he had done with your knee.

“Dunno. We got older?”

“What does getting older have to do with it?”

You watch in the silence as his thumb continues to rub over the fabric of your long-sleeved button down.

“--Do you want to play a game?” Jeonghan says at last.

“A game? What do you mean?”

“For fun. I’m trying to find something to do so we don’t have to do the dishes.”

“Okay,” You perk up slightly, still not removing yourself from his encircled arms. “What kind of game?”

“Truth or dare?”

“Psh what are we, back in high school?”

“Seeing what we are doing right now, wouldn’t you say so?” The words escape Jeonghan’s mouth with a growing grin.

You ruffled to top of his head, messing up his perfectly primped hair. “...Fineeee. You going first or me?”

“I’ll go. Truth.” Jeonghan pulled you back into him, settling your back flush with his chest.

“Okay, truth: did you really mean it when you said that you liked Minji’s power suit? I know you thought it looked tacky.”

Jeonghan’s breathy laugh miffed up your hair. “I’ll say anything if it keeps me in the supervisor’s good graces.”

“HA. I knew it.”

“Which do you pick?”

“Mmmm-truth.”

“Not dare? You’re no fun.”

“I said truth!!!”

“Fine, fine.” His slender arms squeezed at your body to situate you better in between his legs. “When was the last time that you brought someone over to your place?”

“Yo-you mean like “brought someone” over?”

“You know what I mean.” In his voice you could nearly see his mischievous smile.

“I’ve told you about all of them so I don’t know why you’re asking. It’s been about a year.”

“A year? Really?”

“--Nope! You don’t get to ask any more questions. Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” Jeonghan said without a moment’s hesitation.

Your eyes wandered the room for his perfect punishment. “Ah! Take that soy sauce, the one with the wasabi bits in it...and drink it.”

Your friend sighed, but took the tiny cup in his fingers to down it all in one shot. He shivered a little and you could feel his face scrunch up, but he held his reactions back best he could.

“That was such a high school dare. You really haven’t changed.”

“I thought it was funny.”

“Truth or dare Y/n.”

“Truth.”

“Ughhh truth again?”

“ ‘Hannnn--”

“Just say dare! I promise that I’ll go easy on you.”

“Fine then. Dare.”

“I dare you...to take your shirt off.”

“What?!” Your head snapped back to send him your deathly glare. “Are you being serious right now?”

“What? It’s nothing that I haven’t seen? Are you forgetting that we’ve been friends for nearly our whole lives? That and college you were someone who would go to parties and take your shirt off. Remember that?”

“...yes.” You felt heat rise in your cheeks. “Fine then.” In one motion, you pulled your shirt over your head, jumping a little once you felt Jeonghan’s hands help tear it off your arms. You hesitated to lay back, but his arms made a decision before you could, and pulled you back into his chest. Now, it was the skin of his fingers on your bare arms that you were painfully aware of.

“T-truth or dare?” You squeaked out.

“Truth.”

“No fair, you made me do dare!”

“I already did a dare. Truth.”

From the other side of your room, your refrigerator clacked with the sound of ice cubes falling into their tray. On the door, dozens of multi-colored post-it-notes had been suck there with clear tape.

“...Why is it that you’re always writing me those notes? “yjh was here?”“

“Hmm.” He breathed out. “I had a feeling that you might ask me that one.”

“...And?”

“--Because I like to. And...”

Your anticipation hung tangibly in the air. You didn’t quite know it, but you had been waiting for his answer for so many years, you had lost count.

“...And I like seeing them around you. -Reminds me that I’m a part of your life. Kind of like how we exist together. They’re little reminders for you as well...to know that I’m around for you.”

“Jeonghan...” You wouldn’t have expected it, but tears singed the corners of your eyes.

“Truth or dare?” He cooed into your ear.

“D-dare.” Your voice shook, realizations flooding you like rain.

“I dare you to take off your pants. Can you do that?” His voice had dropped, low and gravely.

You nodded your answer, and took to unbuttoning your pants, shimmying them off where you sat on the floor. As soon as your bare legs were exposed, he had found a new place to rest his hands; you never would have guessed for them to be so beautiful-looking there.

“I choose dare.” He breathed onto your bare neck.

“I-I dare you take off our shirt too.” Your face felt furiously warm as you uttered the words and he did exactly as he was told. The sensation of your skin on his skin then sent your head spinning with just how close you had been in that moment, closer than ever before.

Jeonghan’s hands explored your bare legs with a touch as soft as butterfly wings. His light touches sent an aching pain to your sex as it had never felt so needy and neglected.

“Truth or dare my love?”

In an attempt to hide your frustration, you could only form the word, “T-truth?”

“Hmm...truth...” Jeonghan began to kneed into your legs, digging his nails in every so slightly. “Have you ever kept secrets from me?”

“Secrets? Why-why would I, I don’t-mmph-have any secrets to keep from you.”

“I think that’s a lie Y/n.”

Indeed it was a lie. You had kept secrets from him. Two secrets to be exact; one of them being near the precipice for the whole universe to see.

“I’ve kept secrets from you, you know.”

“What?”

“Do you dare me to show you?”

Your anxious breath caught in your lungs, full of confusion but even more excitement. Jeonghan’s hands crept slowly up to your hips.

He repeated, “Do you?”

“Ye-yes. I dare you to show me.” Your eyes had closed feeling his hands draw even farther up your body.

Your best friend surveyed your whole chest with his hands, swirling around as much skin as he could touch. He was careful not to tickle you, but rather give every ounce of your being his careful attention. For a moment, his fingers grazed over your nipples, but went to cradle your neck in his hands. He turned it to the side to expose the beating vein there, and placed the slowest and most tender kiss upon it. From the feeling of his fleeting lips, you whimpered at the sensation.

“Dare.” You managed with a dry mouth. “I dare you to touch me...anywhere you want...please...”

Jeonghan chuckled slightly into your neck. “I just had my turn, but...I’m listening.”

Your entire body keened under his fingertips, writhing messily between his legs. This time, he was careful in touching you nearly everywhere: your chest, your nipples--pinching them slightly--and down your legs, to your inner thighs where he traced up to your underwear, now wetting a little with your arousal.

“Tell me the truth.” He bit into your skin. “Am I one of your secrets?”

Your answer was given to him in the form of you forcefully tearing from his grip to push his legs together so that you could straddle them. The way that his shoulder blades flexed under your firm grip was dizzying. Your eyes fell to his lips: your secret.

“I dare you to kiss me,” You breathed onto them.

“I thought that you’d never ask.”

Jeonghan was smiling as he pulled your lips into his, and he never quite seemed to stop. Every bit of your love for him spilled into his mouth where you found the comfort from him that you had craved for years. You had felt first kisses before, but nothing was quite like this one. With Jeonghan who you had known for so long, you were thrilled to get to know him in this new and different way, and you wanted to absorb every little bit of it: the way he would caress the sides of your face so gently, or the way that he would angle your neck to meet his lips. You would never have guessed to feel so complete with him like this, but it also made all the sense in the world. It was you that he wanted, and you that he wanted to stay next to through all those years. He had never let you go, and you had never let him either.

In between kisses, you found both of yourselves giggling hysterically.

“Are we really doing this right now? Are we...?” You bit a laugh into his lip.

“Yes. I think that we are.” He engulfed you in his grasp. “I’ve wanted to do this for years, Y/n.

Jeonghan scooped you up, moving both of your bodies to the couch where he clinked with his belt buckle to remove his pants. “You really do look beautiful. Everyday. I’m not just saying that.”

You practically clawed at him to lay his body on top of yours, then wrapped your legs around his waist to align him with your own. In your unadulterated intoxication of him, you hopelessly grinded up into him, seeking some kind of stimulation from the mashing of fabric together. After a little scoff, Jeonghan’s hand cascaded down your body to rub at your throbbing sex, marveling in the way that you had soaked though your underwear just a little.

“Wow. This is how you feel about me?”

“Do you want me to say sorry?”

“No--it’s just...I wish that I had known sooner.”

Your lust brought his lips back to yours as you kissed him over and over and over, trying to make up for all of the times that you wished you had done before. His touch on your sensitive skin sent you mewling onto his tongue.

“Can I make you mine now?”

As for your response, your widened legs told him exactly what he needed to know.

In one swift motion, he had tugged off his own briefs, letting free his deliciously hard cock, sparkling at the head with his pre-cum. Looking at him like this, all for you, was like a walking dream.

Jeonghan gathered spit from his tongue to glide over his dick, then teased your impatient entrance while he watched your face contort into the most beautiful shapes he thought he had ever seen. He entered you slowly, letting each of you take in the moment as if you could forget it the next. Once you were together, his brows twitched a little as his closed eyes focused only on you. He filled you up perfectly, as if you were made for him--which you had convinced yourself that you were. Jeonghan buried his face in your neck to suck into the skin, marking you as his.  

Your orgasm built much quicker than you had intended, and soon you were begging him to make you cum--which he gladly did. Your heels dug into his back upon your release which gathered more heat between your two bodies. Jeonghan didn’t skip a beat as he chased his own orgasm, fucking you into your own overstimulation and leaving you to melt under him.

“Jeong-han.” You gasped out his name through your teeth as your body quaked from the snap of his hips.

“oh god,” He uttered, tangling his fingers deep into your hair, then smashing his lips back into yours. “you’re so good for me my love...so good...”

Jeonghan let out little grunts as he came and filled you deeply with the warmth from his cum. As he throbbed within you, you knew it really was him you were made for. He lingered inside your walls as your bodies shook together with the aroma of sex fogging the air. After a while, it didn’t take long for both of you to be laughing contentedly into each other’s mouths once more.

Your best friend reached for your hand to bind all of your fingers to his. "No more secrets.”

☆彡

“Do you want the sweatpants from the top shelf or the rack?” Jeonghan called to you through your cruelly tiny apartment. “Wait...i-is this...?”

Once he had returned, in his hand he held the aged strawberry milk carton with the little cartoon fruit on the side and the scrap piece of paper wrapped around it. In the other was your little box of notes.

yjh was here

“I can’t believe that you’ve kept it this long. Why--”

“--I’ll tell you why...it’s my second secret.”

Your best friend cocked his head. “...Second?”

“Ever since that day, I’ve known, Yoon Jeonghan. I love you.”

☆彡

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three’s company.

Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral Reader

a/n: and here we are! the final installment of the ajf 100 arc. this takes place right after mosley lane in season five, and from here on i promise we’ll see some happier days :) i can’t thank you all enough for coming on this adventure with me, as hard and fraught as it was. 

an ajf fic arc that happily stands on its own! (the pieces stand alright on their own as well, for the most part!) one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven

words: 1.6k warnings: none!

summary: “let us not burden our remembrances with a heaviness that's gone.” - william shakespeare, the tempest

masterlist | a joyful future masterlist | requests closed!

“You’d never believe it, Hales. The sass on your kid these days is unreal.” A laugh leaves you as you lean forward, resting your elbows on your knees. “He pulled one right out of your book the other day with Aaron when he told him it was time to come in out of the snow...” 

It’s just one of those Saturdays where you needed to talk to her. Not for any particular reason, but just knowing that if this was any other timeline, the two of you would sit out in the breakfast nook in the big house, watching the snow fall and the sun set as the February evening wore on. 

There’s a crunch of snow under day-off boots behind you, but you ignore him and continue talking, just as you would if she were here. 

“We miss you. I think the weirdest thing so far was skipping your Christmas present. Had it all wrapped and everything and then I remembered you wouldn’t be there.” You look up, taking a little breath. “Had a good cry about that one.” 

“It is getting better though, all things considered…” You trail off, not sure what to say. Sharing silence with a headstone is a little less companionable than the alternative. 

It wasn’t a lie, though. The grief didn’t overwhelm you now like it did those first weeks. It sometimes clocked you at the oddest of times, drawing a few tears (or more than a few) or a little smile. 

Sometimes, both. 

You huff a little laugh to yourself. “We had a really good case outcome last week. Found three kids who’d been missing, got them all back to their parents. It was just one of those that reminded us why we do it, you know?”

Aaron sits beside you without a word. 

“And you’d be proud of Aaron, Haley. He’s saddling the rest of us with the paperwork and going home early, most nights. It’s kind of impressive. Though, I know it’ll wear off and he’ll be back on his bullshit soon enough.” 

There’s a snort from beside you, and you finally acknowledge him. 

“Tell me it isn’t true and I’ll take it back,” you say, looking over at him.

He shrugs. “Can’t. But then again, you’d never lie to Haley and you’d never lie to the dead, so we’re two for two, there.”

You smile at him for a moment, gesturing vaguely to the headstone. “We were just catching up.”

“Of course. I thought it would be one of those days.”

“Where’s the kiddo?” You look over your shoulder, halfway expecting Jack to be playing somewhere in the snow. 

“Helping Jess with dinner.” He addresses Haley’s headstone. “Hear that, Hales? Your son is helping with dinner, now.”

You both pause, acknowledging the laughter you know you’d get if she were here. 

Looking over at him, you wryly note, “Yeah, see, Jack might be helping with dinner, but you still aren’t. What’s your excuse?”

“I have been sent to bring you to the apartment for dinner by request of my son and my sister.”

You tut at him with a little smile “Nice to see Jess has been promoted.”

He rolls his eyes. 

+++

The first time the entire team gathers at Dave’s after the New Year is a refreshing return to something that feels halfway normal.

You’ve got Henry in your lap so JJ can actually eat something. He’s messing around with one of the rubik’s-cube-like toys Spencer got him for Christmas. To everyone’s delight, the novelty of them has yet to wear off and they’ve saved the entire Jareau-La Montagne household a couple of meltdowns. 

“How’s he holding up?” JJ asks between bites.

You glance over at Hotch, on the floor with one leg outstretched and the other tucked underneath him. Jack’s holding his attention, explaining some advanced maneuver with his army men. “He’s doing alright. Better every day, I think, but there will always be bad days.” 

She hums. “And Jack?”

You shrug, catching Henry’s toy before it can fall from your lap. “He’s still adjusting, of course, but Jess is doing a great job at keeping up with his routines.” 

“Actually, that’s really all kids need at Jack’s age, other than socialization and physical affection,” Spencer says. “The retention of a consistent routine is key to development after the toddler stages of childhood.” 

You toss a grin over your shoulder. “Thanks, Spence.” 

He shrugs. “It’s just true.” 

JJ huffs a laugh and puts her napkin on the table. You pass Henry back to her, and he’s more than happy to tuck back against her chest. 

Dave, a kitchen towel thrown over his shoulder, takes your plate. You follow him back into the kitchen, turning the water on and starting on the silverware while he tackles the glasses. 

“Everything okay?” He asks. 

Your brow furrows. “Yeah. Why?”

He glances over his shoulder. “Just not used to seeing you so far from Aaron, is all. Fifty feet is quite a far distance for a shadow to cover, don’t you think?” 

With an eye roll: “Give me a break, Rossi.”

He raises his soapy hands as if to surrender, but you know he’s not even close to done. “I’m just sayin.’” He relents after a moment. “There’s only so much the rest of us can do for him.” 

“What do you mean?” You direct your question at the dishes, remaining studiously focused on your task. 

Unlike you, he pauses, turning square to face you. “For a pair of profilers...You know what? It’s not worth it.”

+++

Aaron stamps the snow off his boots and hangs his coat and scarf on the hook by the door, fresh from an afternoon of errands and paperwork at the office. 

Belatedly, he realizes he missed the fort in the living room when he first came through the door. The couch cushions and dining chairs have all been arranged in an elaborate configuration, supporting the duvet stolen from Aaron’s bed and a fair few flat sheets from the hall closet. All the linens are secured with carefully knotted neckties, or pinned together with some spare clothespins you found God-knows-where.  

Creeping forward, he picks up the corner of what he imagines is a door flap by design. 

In the dark of the fort, he finds you and Jack curled together on your sides around the portable DVD player. Jack’s out like a light - his little hand pressed against his cheek where it rests on your arm. You’re awake, waiting for him. 

Aaron finds your eyes. You smile a little and keep your voice at a whisper. “He’s only been sleeping about twenty minutes or so. He wore himself out playing architect, so I figured a quick nap wouldn’t keep him up too late.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Aaron assures you in a whisper with an equally small smile. “I’m just glad he had fun today.” 

“Yeah.” You arc an arm over Jack’s shoulders and brush at the feathered hair on his forehead. Returning your gaze to Aaron, you playfully (and quietly) ask, “Want to join us for another movie, or are you too old for stuff like this?”

He shakes his head, a real, genuine smile on his face. It’s the first one you’ve seen in a while and it warms you beyond measure. 

When he stoops inside, he rests his head on your calf and his hand on his son. You gingerly stretch for another DVD, and Aaron takes over the logistics after you hand it over - replacing the disk, lowering the volume, and starting the next movie. 

In the quiet darkness, you think of Haley. A few tears slip out of the corners of your eyes, landing between your temple and your arm. You don’t dare move for fear of waking Jack, but it’s as if Aaron can read your mind. He lifts his head just so, finding your lashes inexplicably wet in the light from the screen. 

Your eyes flicker down to his and your close-lipped smile is shaky. 

His eyes narrow. What’s wrong? 

Nothing. You shake your head just a little. I just miss her. 

You watch the inside of his lip pinch between his teeth as his mouth presses into a thin line. 

A trembling breath leaves you as you refocus on the screen, your fingers playing with the hem of Jack’s sleeve as he sleeps. 

Aaron watches you for a moment. He thinks perhaps you are the only person alive who understood what was between him and Haley - the love, the tiffs, the history. Somehow, you managed to see right through them, right through him, right through her, to the heart of it. 

He’s sure you love his son like your own. He remembers the desperate way you held his son when you found him in that trunk. It was that day - when he saw the panic flash across your face when you realized you hadn’t seen Jack, hadn’t found him - he realized that you’d kill, risk life and limb, drop everything, for Jack. 

That day tested you as well. If you thought too long about it, you could still taste the metallic tang of anger in the back of your mouth when you thought about Foyet getting his hands on Jack. It was that overwhelming flood of emotion that brought you to the same conclusion. 

Now, the secure weight of Jack in your arms lulls you into a kind of bone-deep peace. 

You let your eyes close, falling into the sheer comfort of the moment. After a few minutes, Aaron follows suit.

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It Was You (Part Three)

A/N: Jensen and Y/n are childhood best friends. When his agent informs him that his image could use some improvement for a role, will she help him? Or will her feelings get in the way?

Surprise! I know it’s late (at least by my standards), but ta-da! Part Three a day early!

Read Part One here, and part two here.

A holiday (Christmas centric) Jensen x Female!Reader Best Friends to Lovers series for @spnchristmasbingo​​. This chapter and others will fill the square of ‘fake dating’, and this one specifically fills ‘Christmas Pajamas’. Un-beta’d, so all mistakes are mine. Header created by me with images from Google. Chapter word count: 2790

Series Warnings: angst-ish at times (if you squint), but mostly all the fluff.

I consider this an AU, as Jensen is single in this fic. This is completely a work of fiction, and I wouldn’t want his reality to be any different, this is purely for entertainment.

You pushed the image of his wink from your mind as you finished up breakfast while Jensen called Stacy and set up a meeting for the three of you. She sounded particularly excited that he had taken her advice, and more so that you were on board. You spent the rest of the morning goofing off with each other as you normally would, singing along to the radio while you cleaned up from your meal and resting a bit before your meeting. When you decided to hop in the shower, Jensen retreated to his own apartment to freshen up.

You dressed for the cold weather once again, opting for a pair of dark wash jeans and boots with thick socks underneath. You layered yourself with a sweater and your peacoat, opting for a scarf and gloves to shield yourself from the cold, but left your hair down to cover your ears as best it could.

Jensen returned to your apartment about an hour after he’d left before escorting you to his SUV in the garage to shlep you across town to Stacy’s office, where she met you with a warm smile. You’d met her plenty of times before, as Jensen considered her a friend after working with her for so many years.

“Y/n, it’s so great to see you again. You look beautiful.” She gushed, causing heat to rise to your cheeks. “And may I just say, you’re making my job a lot easier today.” She added with a breathy laugh.

She welcomed you and Jensen to take a seat opposite from her at her desk before diving right into the semantics. It was pretty simple – you and Jensen were to start posting even more on social media, even suggesting that you share some old pictures of the two of you from your childhood to reinforce your story. She was okay with Jensen’s suggestion of not announcing a relationship explicitly and said the gossip would be enough to keep up the facade of the two of you being together. Her next idea, though, made you shift a bit in your chair.

“I would love it if we could get some paparazzi shots of the two of you with some PDA at some point. Nothing explicit, of course. Maybe just some hand holding or something, you know, to get the fires going.” She proposed flippantly as she shuffled some papers on her desk.

After you shared a look with Jensen, he shrugged and simply replied, “We’ll see what we can do.”

“Alright, then. Jensen, I’m going to ask you this as this is your decision, but do you feel we need to sign a non-disclosure agreement with Y/n? Normally, I would insist, but seeing as you two are such good friends, I’m not going to.”

Jensen waved his hands, “Not necessary. I trust Y/n with my life, so there’s really no need. She’d never do anything that would warrant one.”

You reassured her as well, “I wouldn’t do anything to hurt his career, no matter what. We trust each other to handle this appropriately.”

Stacy seemed satisfied as she nodded and stood to straighten her black blazer, “Well, I think that covers my end of everything. I do think this’ll help. Granted, Jensen is an agent’s dream when it comes to image, really. He’s scandal-free and always has been, but the bachelor title can be weary in the eyes of a casting director at times, particularly for the role of a young father. I’ll keep pushing forward with communications with the producer and I’ll call you when I hear something.”

She reached over her desk as you and Jensen stood from your chairs and shook both of your hands before showing you out and wishing you a good day. As you left her office, Jensen placed his hand on the small of your back. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t done before numerous times, but when he left it there as you walked down the sidewalk to the parking area, you couldn’t help but wonder how much of it was just for show now.

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The next week was spent in relative normality. You and Jensen spent time together, as you always did, but now being sure to post more frequently to social media. Jared popped over early in the week before his flight back home to Texas so you could fill him in, since if anyone needed to be “in” on the charade, it was him. He’d be the first one calling Jensen if he’d heard any rumors, so he was thankful to be included and happy that it was you and not someone else. Jared understood, for the most part, and empathized with how difficult management could be at times.

“You guys can definitely sell that chemistry you’ve always had, so I think it will work.” Jared shrugged, but you didn’t miss the implication of your shared chemistry with Jensen, causing you to take a long sip of your water as he continued. “I’m not sure how they would’ve suckered some rando into faking it with this guy.” He teased, making Jensen huff in amusement and shove him lightly.

Giggling from your seat in Jensen’s apartment, you delighted in witnessing their brotherly bickering.

Jared stood from the chair at Jensen’s island to bid his farewells, “Well, y’all let me know if I can help in any way. My flight leaves at 5, so I’ve got to run, but I’ll see you guys next week.”

Yours and Jensen’s flight back together to Austin wasn’t until a few days before Christmas and Jared wanted to get home a bit earlier. The two of you would see Jared at his Christmas party before making your way to Dallas, where your families still lived. Jared and Jensen shared a quick hug before Jared scooped you up in his arms, pulling you tightly into his chest, “Now you let me know if I need to kick his ass for anything, you hear me?” he whispered in your ear.

Another laugh escaped you as you poked his side before he gave you a quick peck on the cheek and made for the door, waving as he exited. 

“Alrighty.” Jensen exclaimed, clasping his hands together after he saw Jared off, “I’ve got some plans for us tonight.”

You settled in front of him, gazing up at him with a questioning squint, “Do you now? Do I get to be privy to that information?”

“You sure do. C’mon, let’s go.”

He whisked you out of the door quickly after helping you into your coat. You walked with your arm linked in his, the gesture completely natural at this point in your lives, down the bustling streets of downtown Vancouver as you window shopped and grabbed some coffee at the café before he pulled you to your next stop, the artisanal bakery that made your favorite treats. He grabbed all the necessary ingredients to make hot chocolate and pushed you from counter to counter instructing you to grab whatever your heart desired.

“Tonight, we are cooking an amazing dinner of spaghetti – and yes, before you even ask, I’m making my grandmother’s sauce – and then, we’re getting in our most festive pj’s and having another Christmas movie marathon as we shove our faces full of cookies. Sound like a deal?”

You nudged him with your hip as the basket swung from your arm, “Ackles, you’re a man after my own heart, aren’t you?”

Grabbing a bag of chocolate covered truffles from behind you, he threw them into your basket with a grin, “I’m just trying to woo you, Y/n. Should I be so lucky.”

If only he knew.

After spending way too much on chocolate, decadent candies and other treats, you went back to your apartment to grab your Christmas pajamas that were given to you as a gift last year from Jensen’s parents. They had made the whole family dress up in matching sets for their annual Christmas eve dinner with both of your families, and it made for the most relaxed evening as you all gathered around their outdoor fire-pit for dinner instead of the formal table setting you’d experienced in so many years past as it was a tradition for both sides, with Jensen’s and your parents alternating hosting each year. The pajamas were red and had snowflakes all over them and you decided to grab your polar bear bootie slippers from your closet to bring also. You changed quickly and pulled an oversized shawl around your shoulders before creeping back down the hallway, praying that one of your neighbors didn’t peak out to see a grown woman rushing down the hall in snowflake jammies.

Letting yourself back into Jensen’s apartment, you heard a loud chuckled as soon as you shut the door. He had emerged from the short hallway that led to his bedroom wearing his pair of the same print, but he was barefoot.

“Great minds, huh?” he quipped with a wide smile, still laughing as he ventured into the kitchen.

The two of you made dinner together and ate at his island, talking about all of your family’s traditions for this time of year and gushing about how much you were looking forward to being home for the holiday. You’d head straight to Jared and Gen’s home in Austin from the airport and spend the night there so that you could attend their holiday party and drive to Dallas the next day. You were so excited to see your family, and Jensen’s. They were sort of a package deal, becoming one large family over the years. You adored his parents, and always had. His home was your escape and yours was his, and each set of parents treated the two of you as one of their own. You’d spent many nights having dinner with the Ackles’ and he had a standing invitation at your table, courtesy of both of your parents and your sister. She was fiercely protective of both of you, taking to Jensen as if he was her little brother since he was born. In fact, the shared family tradition of Christmas Eve dinner began because she was afraid that you would miss Jensen too much if you went a few days without seeing him. She threw an enormous fit one evening when you started to cry, and she had it in her mind that it was because you weren’t with your best friend. You were only three, and at the time your sister was six years old, and so the tradition came to last. You would gather together, eat, and open gifts with everyone piled into a small space to exchange. This year, they had elected to do a secret Santa and you were lucky enough to draw Jensen’s mom.

You each finished up your meals and cleaned up the kitchen before plopping down on his large, u-shaped sectional that faced his entertainment center that house a huge TV and showcased his DVDs, record player and collection of albums and 45’s. You were fortunate to live in the same apartment complex as he did, though Jensen’s paychecks were obviously a bit larger than yours. He had refused to allow you to be in a separate building from him when you moved from Texas to Vancouver, so he found one that was secure enough for someone with a bit of fame but wasn’t too overpriced that you couldn’t afford it on your salary. He even offered to pay a portion of your rent to ensure he wouldn’t be too far away, but thankfully this building had worked out for both of you. It had a doorman and was as secure as it could be, so you took the one-bedroom apartment on the same floor as Jensen’s two bedroom. His was larger, but you had a better view in your opinion.

He had set up all of your bounty from the bakery on the coffee table and made a bowl of popcorn, your steaming mugs of hot chocolate nestled between all of the goods.

“C’mere.” He gestured, encouraging you to curl into his side.

He pulled his cell from underneath his leg and snapped a few photos of the two of you smiling for the camera. Then, he grabbed a handful of popcorn and held it to his mouth, taking another picture with it spilling from every corner and cascading toward his lap as you laughed at his funny expression. His eyes were wide as he made a ridiculous face, but it was always one of your favorite sides of him. He had many, to be sure, but that man could make your sides hurt with laughter at any point in time when he was simply carefree and looking to be a jokester. It was one of the many things you loved about him – his ability to make you laugh like no one else could, but he was also the sweetest man you’d ever met. You settled back into your spot underneath his arm, taking the bowl from his hands as he tossed his phone on the cushion next to him and picked up a few stray pieces of popcorn, tossing one at you. You threw it back, but he caught it and pitched it into his mouth with a victorious grin. You rolled your eyes playfully before munching on some yourself. He laid his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close, pressed his lips to your hairline and kissing you on the side of your head.

“You should’ve taken that picture… that would’ve gone over well.” You half joked.

He raised an eyebrow in your direction with an inquisitive glint, “You think? Should we do it?”

Shrugging, you nodded indifferently. Again, it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary that you were doing, but it would make people talk, so he grabbed his phone once more and repeated the kiss. This time, you smiled but didn’t look directly at the camera, letting your eyes flutter closed until he pulled his mouth away. When you looked up at him through your lashes, you heard another click.

Showing you his screen, he thumbed through the few he’d taken, the last two made you suck in a sharp breath. He left his eyes and mouth slightly open and had a huge smile as his lips attached to the crown of your head, the crinkles around his eyes accentuated slightly and he was looking off into the distance. The last one he took made your heart swell. It looked like two people in love, staring into each other’s eyes. You were both smiling but giving each other such looks of adoration that even you would buy it, and you were in on the rouse.

It was easy to be with him. Your relationship was not give and take, but mutual exchange and the type of comfort you can only have after knowing someone for so many years. He knew you in a way no one else ever would, and you had been through every up and down together. When he’d left for L.A. to pursue acting, it hurt all that much more because it felt like that would all be lost. You were grateful that even after those few years, everything fell back into place as soon as you were near each other again. Success and fame hadn’t changed him, at least the him that you got to know. He was still the same man you’d always known and had matured with, the boyish charm he’d always had and the distinguished charisma that he’d grown into combining into who he was today.

He elected to post the first few photos, captioning them #matchingjammies and #nopopcornforyou @y/i/h, looking for your approval and causing you to chuckle against him before he put his phone down once again. “We’ll save the others.” he mentioned casually.

It wasn’t long before you’d picked your way through as many treats as you could, both satisfied that your sweet tooth had been satiated. About halfway through your second movie, you were resting your eyes once again coiled against him, comforted that everything smelled like Jensen.

It wasn’t until the credits rolled of The Grinch that he noticed you were sleeping. Your head was nestled against his chest, with your knees pulled to you tightly and the blanket tucked beneath your chin.

This time, Jensen scooped you up and carried you to his bedroom, holding you close to his chest and ignoring his spare bed down the hall. He pulled back the covers and tucked you beneath them before removing his button up pajama shirt and climbing in himself, leaving him in his pajama pants and a fitted white t-shirt.

He could have woken you up but, frankly, he didn’t want to. Something told him that he couldn’t bear to have you go home to your apartment, not just yet. He wanted another night of sleeping next to you, of holding you close and feeling you beside him. The thought caused him to wonder, even in his sleepy mind, if he could continue to pretend any longer.

To be continued...

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sequel to empty dreams!

pairing: draco malfoy x y/n (slytherin)

summary: you struggle dealing with the breakup with blaise and draco's secret crush becomes painfully obvious. after one night of drunken confessions, your relationship with draco is pushed to a breaking point. 

contains: 4.1k+ words of angst, fluff, and a sprinkle of ~tension~. a few curse words. 

song recs: up in this - blackbear & tinashe (for the party scene), tomorrow tonight - loote

The alarm clock went off at precisely eight o’clock in the morning. 

You groaned as you rolled around in bed without opening your eyes, throwing your hands around trying to locate the alarm. The clock’s screeching got louder the longer it was ignored and you heard it hop around the dorm, waking up the rest of the girls.  

“Someone please stop it before my ears start bleeding.” You gave up trying to look for the accursed clock, hoping someone else would help out. 

Daphne covered her ears with her pillow and gingerly kicked the leg of Pansy’s bed. Pansy’s hair was in a ruffled braid as she sat up slowly and groggily pointed her wand to the direction of the noise.

“Bombarda.” A dark jet of magic blasted the nightstand where the clock had hopped behind with a loud bang, completely obliterating the clock along with the nightstand and denting the stone floor underneath it. 

“Pansy!” You yelped, rushing over to check how much damage was done. The corner where the nightstand previously stood was now pitch black and covered with soot. A small pile of burnt wood let out soft billows of smoke and a tiny piece of the enchanted clock trembled on top of it. 

“We said stop it, not destroy the entire room!” You said incredulously. Daphne chortled while clutching her pillow to her stomach, bending over in fits of laughter. Pansy started wheezing too, fully awake now, “Sorry, it was the first spell that came to mind! And it worked pretty well, didn’t it?”

All three of you laughed until you were borderline crying, finding the situation extremely hilarious.

It felt nice to laugh with your friends because it seemed like all you were doing lately was cry and wallow in your misery. A month had passed after Blaise broke up with you, and you swore you saw his eyes linger on a Ravenclaw girl when the houses shared classes. 

You were assaulted with a plethora of emotions everyday, ranging from anger and jealousy, to heartache and gloom, to disappointment and bitterness. You hated that Blaise had this effect on you, and you especially hated that he seemed completely fine. 

After finally getting the laughter out of your system, you walked over to clean up the messy corner. It was clear that the nightstand and the alarm clock were damaged to the point of no return, so all you could do was get rid of the remnants and scrub the area with your wand. 

You finished freshening up the area with a content smile and backed away in time to hear someone knocking hastily at the door. Daphne dashed off her bed and skipped over to open it. 

You were all surprised to see Draco standing at the doorway. The tall platinum-blonde boy wearing a clean white tee with baggy gray sweatpants was peering anxiously in the room, as if he was expecting to see some terrible monster. 

His outfit triggered a memory in the back of your head, reminding you of when you accidentally cuddled with him thinking he was Blaise. You blush a little at the memory, remembering the feeling of him pulling you tighter and his head resting on yours. 

You then unintentionally reminisced about the many nights where you sneaked into Blaise’s bed. “Can’t think of anything without reminding myself of that asshole,” You thought bitterly. 

Draco briefly met your eyes and you noted the gray-ish blue hues. What you didn’t notice was his quick glance over your pajamas and his slight blush. 

“What was that noise?” Draco asked inquisitively, casually leaning against the doorframe since he couldn’t enter the room. You all share amused glances. 

“Pansy blasted our clock to smithereens.” You disclose and couldn’t help but giggle at the statement. It somehow sounded sillier when you said it out loud. Pansy threw her pillow at you, embarrassed that her antics were being put on blast. 

“What’d I tell you mate, I knew Parkinson was the source of the noise.” Theodore popped up behind Draco, smirking at the three girls. Pansy crossed her arms indignantly, “And I knew we couldn’t go an hour without hearing some snarky remark from Nott.”

You and Daphne roll your eyes, not ready to hear their bickering this early in the morning. 

Draco let out an amused breath from his nose, “Alright, if there’s nothing wrong I’m gonna go change into my Quidditch uniform. We’re going to make the Gryffindors wish they were never born.” He winked playfully at you before turning around to head back to his room. You felt heat rush to your face at his cheekiness. 

“Draco paced outside the room for like ten minutes before knocking, by the way,” Theodore grinned, walking backwards with his hands in his pockets so he could face you all while talking. “Poor bloke looked like a first-year standing outside a girl’s dorm.”

“Shut up, Nott!” Draco yelled from the Common Room. 

You all chuckled lightheartedly, enjoying the joking atmosphere. Today was Slytherin’s quidditch match against Gryffindor and even though you dreaded seeing Blaise play for the first time after you two broke up, you couldn’t help but give in to the contagious excitement radiating from your friends. 

You brushed through your [y/h/c] hair and took your Slytherin jumper out of the tall mahogany closet. You smiled at the sight of Daphne and Pansy chattering excitedly as they put on makeup and silently declared that you wouldn’t let Blaise ruin your perfectly good day. 

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You shivered as you held on to Daphne and Pansy, pushing through the crowd of other students to get to the front of Slytherin’s Quidditch stand. Theodore stood in front of you three and helped part the way, mumbling to himself, “Can’t believe I’m the only guy in the bloody friend group who isn’t on the Quidditch team.”

You laugh lightly at his remark, pulling your heavy coat tighter and tugging your green and silver scarf to cover the bottom half of your face. The winter air was biting and merciless, blowing your hair in various directions. 

“What a terrible day to have a Quidditch match.” Daphne complained while attempting to keep her headband from moving out of place. 

“I really hope the guys will be okay.” Pansy looked at the gloomy sky worriedly. You follow her gaze, frowning at the weather. Then you see peeks of green enter the field right before they soar into the air. 

You all whoop and cheer the loudest you could for Slytherin’s Quidditch team. The team passes the stand briefly and your eyes meet Blaise’s brown ones. Your heart dropped at the indifference they showed. He used to blow cheeky kisses at you and even perform goofy tricks on his broom just to see your amused expression. Now his eyes are devoid of showing any emotion towards you, as if you two never dated. 

Theodore winced, clearly feeling the tension. Pansy slapped him lightly on his arm, not wanting to bring any attention to the situation. 

You couldn’t stop the tears from pricking your eyes or the feeling of your throat closing up. Daphne pulled you a little closer and rubbed your shoulder in a comforting manner. You gave her an appreciative smile before standing up a little taller and straightening your jumper, remembering your determination to not let the sight of Blaise ruin your day. 

Tears fill up your eyes but you lift your chin up defiantly, wanting to gain some control of your emotions. You look up to the flurry of green that was the Quidditch team just in time to see Draco zooming past the stand. He gave you all a little wave before directing a wide-toothed grin at you. Your friends noticed this and teasingly rattle you, exclaiming at this special treatment. 

Your friends have been more than supportive after the breakup. They made sure that you didn’t dwell on negative thoughts and that they were always there for you when you needed to vent your emotions. However, Draco was especially sweet. When you all visited Hogsmeade together he made sure to pay for your butterbeer and all of your snacks from Honeydukes. 

“You know, if you really like these types of gummies tell me, because Mum gets them imported from Germany.” Draco says in his best attempt at a casual tone and gestures to the small pile of gummy worms he was helping you carry. He shifts them for better balance and looks down to meet your eyes. 

You pursed your lips and smiled at him. “Mrs. Malfoy must have great taste then.” 

Your eyes crinkled at the fond memory and you quickly wiped away the tears sliding down your face, forcing a wide smile on your face. You joined in with the boisterous cheers and resolved to focus on the game that was about to start. 

...

The impact of Slytherin’s victory against Gryffindor was pervasive. 

No one could focus in class, whether they were giddy about the win or sulking about the loss. Even the professors were not immune from the effects; a third-year swore they saw Snape offer a glimmer of a smile when he was talking about the Quidditch win. 

As the night rolled around, students in the hallways discussed excitedly in hushed murmurs about the insane party that was bound to happen in the dungeons tonight. Admittance would be extremely selective, if not impossible, for students in other houses.

Draco and Blaise sauntered down the fleets of stairs to the dungeon, obviously about to be the stars of the party. Draco unbuttoned the top few buttons of his white long-sleeve shirt from his uniform and had his green tie hanging loosely around the collar along with black slim-fit pants. Blaise also wore his white button-up shirt but rolled up his sleeves and tied his dark jumper around his neck. 

After they reached the end of the last set of stairs, Blaise stopped short of the entrance and leaned against the stone wall. Draco raised an eyebrow quizzically at his actions.  

“I invited the Ravenclaw girl that I told you about. She’s pretty fit, don’t you think?” Blaise smirked and turned his head to check if anyone was coming. 

Though he knew Blaise tended to be pretty careless, he didn’t expect him to have such little compassion for your feelings. Draco snorted in disbelief, “You do realize that Y/N’s going to be at the party, right?” 

“So? We broke up like a month ago, so it’s not like I’m cheating or anything,” Blaise crossed his arms defensively, eyeing Draco with curiosity. “Why do you suddenly care so much?”

“Because she’s our friend! You can’t just treat friends like this, Blaise!” Draco frustratedly threw his hands up in the air. 

Blaise fixed Draco with a stare without saying anything for quite a while. “I think you fancy her.” He finally concluded.

Draco blushed, but didn’t deny his claim. 

“It’s okay, mate. I mean, you don’t have my ‘blessing’ or anything weird like that, but I wouldn’t hate you if you made a move on her.” Blaise shrugged, half amused and half nonchalant. 

Draco let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding. He leaned on the stone wall across from Blaise and the two remain in that position for a while, both deep in thought. 

“I really did like her. Y/N, I mean.” Blaise looked up the stairs, avoiding eye contact with Draco. “But it’s not about that. And to be honest, I don’t think I’ll ever settle down.” He stared into the distance at nothing in particular. 

“So I guess I didn’t want to waste any more of her time.” Blaise gave one final shrug before spotting the Ravenclaw girl he invited walking down the stairs. He smiled at the sight and began to walk up the stairs to greet her before looking back at Draco. 

“See you later?” Blaise flashed a wide grin at Draco. Draco couldn’t help but return the grin, recognizing the obvious delight on Blaise’s face. 

“Can you at least try to avoid flaunting her in front of Y/N?” Draco requested.  

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll do my best.” Blaise rolled his eyes and proceeded up the stairs, leaving Draco to enter the dungeon alone. 

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Meanwhile, two Slytherin girls from the same group are having a similar discussion.

You and Daphne were adding final touches for the party as muffled sounds of bass-heavy music seeped in your dorm room. Pansy had already left to god-knows-where accompanied by Theodore, so it was just the two of you. 

You swiped on lipstick before skillfully smudging the edges. Daphne glanced at you briefly as she brushed through her hair, obviously wanting to say something. 

“Daph, you’ve been looking at me at a rate of about five times every minute, and I’m very flattered, but please tell me what you’re thinking about.” You finally face Daphne in the large vanity mirror you were both looking at, curious about whatever was occupying her mind. 

Daphne sighed and set down her vintage hair brush. She contemplated before choosing her words carefully, “I think...Draco might fancy you.” 

You set down your lipstick on the counter, not sure how to respond. You also have felt the signs that Draco’s actions weren’t exactly platonic, but you avoided facing it because you didn’t know how to. 

It’s not like you didn’t find Draco attractive. Honestly, there probably wasn’t a single girl or guy in your house who didn’t find him attractive. There was something about his disdainful yet charismatic personality that set him apart from everyone else. 

But the breakup was only a month ago and it was still way too soon for you to catch feelings for anyone else. 

“I think I’ll just deal with it when I absolutely have to.” You sigh, checking the mirror a final time to make sure everything looked right. Daphne didn’t push a response from you and put on a layered silver necklace.

You admired how your dark green spaghetti strap dress accentuated your curves while still looking casual. She looked fit as well, wearing a dark green button-up crop top with a white tennis skirt. You both had black tights on to better fit the dress code of the party. 

You initially wondered if you were overdressed but you kept the tight dress on since you wanted to leave an impression on some people.

"Ready to go?” Daphne tilted her head towards the door of the dorm, smiling mischievously thinking about the night ahead of them. 

You returned the smile and headed in the direction of the thumping bass, adrenaline rushing through your veins. 

“Let’s get fucking wasted.” 

...

The party truly lived up to the hype, with hundreds of people jostling each other in the common room. The entire space reeked of sweat and alcohol, and the music was almost deafening. 

You sit alone on a wooden table with your legs crossed as you sipped firewhiskey, taking a break from dancing. Your brain buzzed from your drinks and you lost count of how many shots you’ve taken. The place was so packed that you barely saw anyone from your friend group throughout the entire night. There were quite a few tipsy boys who asked to dance, but you coolly declined all of them. 

It took a very specific type of person to catch your attention. 

A crowd near the fireplace hollered, apparently egging on someone from the Quidditch team. The group of people in front of you part momentarily and you catch a glimpse of a tall boy with white-blonde hair chugging down alcohol. 

Draco finished the bottle and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. The students around him proceeded to take shots to accompany his feat. As if he felt you staring, he turned and met your eyes. The crowds of dancing people seemed to move in slow-motion and the music sounded muffled for an instant as you two simply looked at each other, neither person breaking eye contact. 

His eyes went wide taking in your appearance and you felt your heart involuntarily skip a beat as his eyes glance over your body. You saw his Adam’s apple bob down as he took a gulp and you couldn’t help but feel a boost of confidence. 

He set the bottle down and dismissed the people around him, making his way through the crowd in your direction. You slowly grazed the rim of your cup with a lazy finger while maintaining eye contact with Draco. His jaw clenched as he approached you slowly, stopping about two feet away.

“Hey, Y/N.” He cleared his throat slightly.

“Hey, Draco.” You put down your cup and looked up at him through your lashes, enjoying your impact on him. 

“You look...stunning.” He let out breathlessly and kept respectful eye contact, fighting the urge to look down. 

“You don’t look too shabby yourself.” You tugged on his loose tie to pull him close enough for your noses to almost touch. You knew you were being reckless, but the alcohol in your bloodstream emboldened you and demanded you to act on your desires. 

Draco almost tripped before pressing his hand on the wall behind you, trying to avoid falling on top of you. 

“Y/N, you’re drunk.” He could almost taste the alcohol wafting off of your body since he was barely five inches away from your face. 

“No shit, Sherlock.” You reply in a lilting tone. You kept your hold on the tie and admired the color pairing and expensive material in a drunken haze. Draco’s eyes flickered down to your pouty lips, suddenly very conscious of the proximity and his hammering heart. 

You finally let go of his tie, amused at his flustered expressions. Draco stood up and straightened his tie, his porcelain face tainted with shades of pink. 

“Hm, who would’ve known that the Slytherin prince could be so hot and bothered?” You teased and reached out your hand to ruffle his already messy hair. 

He held on to your wrist before leaning down to smirking at you, suddenly gaining back his usual assertiveness. “I can be whatever you want me to be, princess.” 

You were about to give a snide retort before you spotted a familiar face entering the common room. 

Blaise held the hips of a girl, whispering in her ear as they made their way through the crowd. 

Draco noticed your change of expression and slowly let go of your wrist. He turned around and realized what had caused the change. You froze on the table, unable to look at anything else but the sight of your ex-boyfriend with a new girl. 

Tears blurred your eyes and you saw the memories of Blaise dancing with his hands on your hips overlapping with the cruel reality of him dancing with another girl. He had clearly moved on, yet you were still stuck on the past. 

You abruptly chucked your cup of firewhiskey at the floor and leaped off the table before Draco could stop you. You stormed towards Blaise, overcome by the urge to confront him. 

His back faced you and he had his arm around the Ravenclaw girl’s waist as he chatted loftily with some Slytherins. You tapped his shoulder and he turned around, looking a little surprised but otherwise unbothered. 

“Fuck you, Blaise.” Tears started streaming down your face and even though you knew your mascara would be smudged after you finished talking to him, you didn’t care. There was so much more that you wanted to get off your chest, but it took such a toll out of you just to utter those two words that you could only say them in your head. 

Fuck you for making me feel special. Fuck you for breaking up with me and rubbing it in my face with another girl. Fuck you for being so goddamn emotionless when I feel like I’m shattering inside. 

Blaise finally had the decency to look a little apologetic, “I’m sorry, Y/N, I didn’t know you would care this much.” The girl eyed you curiously, making silent assumptions. 

You suddenly felt overwhelmed at the awkwardness of the situation. The people around you went silent, observing the interaction apathetically. Feeling ashamed at your outburst, you flipped Blaise off and headed out the common room.

You stepped into the stone hallways of Hogwarts and took in a sharp breath. The freezing temperature was unforgiving against your bare skin and you were rash enough to not bring a coat. You hugged your sides and stubbornly took a few steps up the stairs. 

“It’s kind of dumb to not wear a coat in this weather, Y/N.” You felt the warmth of a heavy garment over your shoulders and you look over to meet Draco’s stormy gray eyes. 

You scoff, embarrassed that he had to watch everything but grateful that he decided to follow you out with a coat. 

“You’re kind of like my Prince Charming, you know?” You gave him a closed-mouth smile as you wiped the tears off of your face. 

“I’d be honored to be your Prince Charming.” He grinned as he tucked his hands in his pockets and matched your pace up the stairs. 

You two walked together down the hallways in silence until Draco asked where you were going. 

“I want to see the flowers,” You confessed sheepishly, pulling the coat tighter so it wouldn’t fall off you. You lifted up the side of the coat and sniffed softly. 

“You always smell good, Draco.” You complimented and looked over to check his expression. 

He blushed and muttered under his breath in a noise level that only he could hear, “You too.” 

...

You hummed happily as you laid down on the springy grass. The grass was wet with condensation, but you really didn’t mind. Draco acted like it took all of his willpower to lie down and winced when he felt the grass dampen his clothes. 

The enchanted wisteria tree extended down its flowers to gently tickle your faces and the star-studded sky peeked through the branches. Silver beams of moonlight glimmered in the darkness, giving the entire garden a tranquil ambience. 

You laid there in the grass for a while, feeling your brain sober up and your emotions calm down. Draco, on the other hand, was starting to feel the full effects of the bottle he downed earlier. 

"I’m sorry for everything Blaise put you through.” His cheeks were pink as he turned his body to face you, propping his head up with a bent arm. 

You stiffened, not ready to talk about Blaise. 

“Draco, I really don’t want to talk about that right now.” You hugged the coat and shivered despite the thickness of the clothing. 

“I just wish..” His eyes stopped on your face fleetingly before turning back to lie on his back. He didn’t finish his thought. 

The long strands of wisteria flowers shake as a sudden gust of wind blew through the garden. A dark gray cloud hid the moon, surrendering you both to the dark and chilly night. 

You begin to get up, wanting to go back to the common room since it was getting even colder and the sky looked like it was about to rain. 

“Y/N, wait.” Draco sat up and held onto your hand, his cold metal ring pressing lightly into your palm. You turned your head to look at him in a puzzled manner. 

You two locked gazes as rain started to drizzle, wetting your hair and coating your skin with a fine mist. 

“Give me a chance.” He finally let out. His stone gray eyes were full of silent determination and yearning, and you could tell it took a lot out of him to say those words.

Your heart ached at his genuine request. You longed to trust him and let him take care of you, and almost wished that he could’ve asked before the entire mess with Blaise occurred. But now irrational doubts clouded your mind and you couldn’t find the courage to accept his plea. 

“How am I supposed to know you won’t be like Blaise?” You whispered, gently withdrawing your hand. 

How am I supposed to know you won’t lead me on with false promises and leave me a broken mess of what I used to be? 

“But how would you know if you never tried?” He said almost timidly, his blonde hair slick and messy. You shook your head with a heavy heart and took off the coat to place it delicately next to him. 

“I’m sorry, Draco.” 

And with that you left him lying in the wet grass, alone except for the heavy coat that smelled like a mixture of both your perfumes. 

a/n: i decided to end this part with some good ol’ angst. 

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