#that is good news bc the entire day i have felt like that so this development is a relief
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darry dropping pony off at college
they were both really excited.
darryâs brainiac baby brother is going to college and he couldnât be prouder of him because he understands how hard it was for pony to get this far.
and ponyâs really excited because heâs finally leaving tulsa (on his terms) heâs doesnât feel guilty for wanting to leave or anything neither bc heâs only like two hours away (bet ur ass he goes to darryâs college)
as a gag gift, because soda was worried he might have nightmares from sleeping away from home (darry had nightmares his first night on campus and soda overheard his parents talking abt it. this is canon), steve and two-bit get ponyboy a stuffed horse and print out a picture of sodaâs face and tapes it to the horses head
(ponyboy takes the photo off and frames it. its the only photo he has out to the general public. itâs a great conversation starter though.
âwhoâs that?â
âmy brother, sodapopâ
âoh⌠iâm so sorry for your loss, when did he pass?â
âwhen did he-? oh, no heâs not dead. heâs just my favorite đ
â)
i strayed so far from the plot good heavens
ANYWAYS
the entire their unpacking all darry hears is, âdarry do you know them? darry why do they keep looking at me like that? darry was that youâre teacher? do you like them, should i have taken him instead?â
mans does not get a second of peace. itâs been like four years, his friends have likely been graduated and thereâs no chance in hell he remembers his teachers faces.
but as frustrating as it is, it is cute that pony keeps asking questions because it reminds him of when they were little and all pony would do was ask why
darry and the gang plan to leave well before sunset so they can make it home in time for everyone to get enough sleep b4 work the next day
steve in all his glory tells pony if he cries tn because he misses home itâs okay, he wonât even make fun of him, but pony, in all his glory, says he ainât gon cry bc heâs not a kid
he hugs soda and darry extra tight when they do leave (at the tail end of sunset. southern mfs i swear) and pony makes them promise to call him when they get home
night falls and all the dayâs excitement is gone.
pony? never been away from home on his own. it hadnât hit him until heâs getting ready for bed thatâs he in college. until then it felt like an away trip but when he wakes up heâll be at home. heâs not having a great time, he misses his brothers
but thereâs no pay phone in his room or his end of the hall so he has to go all the way to the lounge to call home
soda answers the phone and heâs real happy to hear his voice bc he had already started missing pony something fierce too. but sodas a creature of habit and only manages to talk to pony for 5 minutes before heâs yawning and has to go to bed
when darry gets on the phone pony is this close to just bursting into tears because he wants to go home
darry somehow knows. can hear it in the quiver of ponyâs voice and asks if he wants to just talk for a while regardless of how the phone bill would be that month
pony is over the moon and says yes ofc. darry has to grab the recliner so he can at least sit comfortably because ponyboy could yap his freaking ear off
they end up talking for like 30 more minutes before both of them nod off.
darryâs stretched out on the recliner and the phones dangling off the wall
ponyâs curled against the wall underneath the pay phone with his blanket around him and the phone still tight in his hand
itâs smooth sailings after that.
ponyboy wakes up to about three upperclassmen girls and one other boy staring and talking about him and one of the girls snaps a photo with her (new) polaroid. ponyâs instantly ready to be on defense but they literally do not care and despite his best lies heâs obvious he was on the phone with family and they find that really endearing and immediately force him under their wing
darryâs wakes up to soda putting the phone up and making breakfast. darryâs feeling a little bittersweet but in all heâs really happy that he could be of any help to pony because he was def getting a little worried
#thanks anon#man this was fun wth#i have to read twttin#to make sure ik older ponyâs characterization#but ykw#i think i did all right#but also even if he was the toughest greaser in the world#them girls (their socs shh) can see right through pony like heâs made of glass#and i love that for them#the outsiders#darry curtis#ponyboy curtis#sodapop curtis#the outsiders headcanons#outsiders musical
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still haven't moved on from zane in this episode (aka I hit tag limit again and am unhappy about it)
#alek insanity#not gonna main tag this but prepare for a tiny rant#home is actually really good zane characterization and its super cool to me how it holds up to this day#s1 characterization is very specific to me because the behaviors displayed by the ninja there (mostly) isnt bc thats how they really are but#its due to societal pressure. cole originally being more 'stone faced tough guy' -> 'down to earth' -> 'really sensible easy to talk to guy'#is because hes always been a sensitive guy... but he felt he couldnt express that true version of himself. thats the whole thing behind his#true potential. jay going from s1 -> s6 -> now is less of societal pressure and more teenager figuring himself out but it still applies. ish#seeing how much the ninja have changed or grown from then to now is amazing because back then they all wore masks. they didnt know each#other all that well. but theyve gained that comfortability with each other and also have grown and matured as people#some seasons / eps characterization for certain people im not a fan of (lloyds random misogyny arc in s13) but i mean the overall trend here#and then there is zane. zane in home was pretty dead on to how he behaves now (at least... when it comes to his faults?) and i dont want to#say people skim over that but i am the sf proclaimed n1 s1e2 fan and overthink every scene. zane's early characterization is some of my fav#for him period. he also goes through a ton of traumatic stuff and a ton of bad writing bouts but why he acts so 'weird' or 'distant' has#always been a thread sewn in. he changed so much he stayed the same in a way... if that makes sense. -> ohhh the ninja get mail and he#doesnt? oh he has no family? he quite literally walks away from that situation. oh the ninja are yelling in his face and asking whats wrong#with him? he literally walks away from that situation. he says its to follow the falcon but seeing how he apologized to them by not only#baking a ton of pies (cough... the food fight is what led to him leaving at first) but he also found them a whole entire new house.#zane is unable to truly value what he does for others. insert him in s11 saying he 'tried' to fufill his goal of protecting others.#everything he has ever done still isnt good enough. then the ninja tried to apologize and he didnt really... let them.#that one post about characters putting on facades and that facade being how people really see them. even in fandom. thats zane to me#the guy who lies about being upset and avoids his problems ran away after being yelled at? and he said he wasnt really mad? that is a lie!!#him being a ~360 when it comes to his character development is neat to me because he never hid behind a mask in the same way the others did#cole wanting to seem tough vs being really soft? kai wanting approval so bad he starts being selfish? kai isnt selfish usually!#he is self centered but that is a whole different thing. just wanting to fit in and breaking free of that. zane's true potential came in the#form of 'i finally know why i am not normal' instead of 'i will be my true self'. zane never pretended to not be weird#(instert book) states he literally didnt know why people got mad at him. he just existed and it was 'wrong'. the mask he hid behind was#avoidance. he was pretty open about how he actually was (most of the time). when he was upset he would audibly sigh and walk away lol#but for him saying he wasnt upset / saddened by the ninja... it felt like a moment of selflessness. if that makes sense. he blamed himself#for the monestary burning down. so he didnt deserve the apologies (ish) in the virtues of spinjitzu zane is shown as the generous one iirc#he puts the needs of others over his own. he will bear whatever burden he needs if others are happy. at that same time he doesnt allow
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how it started:
how it's going:
#jitxt#my stuff#proud owner of This Specific Photo of Kimura Takuya#not to conflate the two bc my enjoyment of yagami and kimutaku are connected but separate#but obviously it would be bs to pretend i would've been interested in smap without playing judgment#truthfully i was eyeing a magazine too but i don't like investing money/shelf space into an interest unless i'm certain it's here to stay#unfortunately kimura takuya is still only a recent interest so. something small like this is fine#though i might have to get a bromide holder to keep him safe... i know there's an aus run business that sells idol goods like that...#anyway uhhhh first picture context for those who might've missed my lore earlier:#is that post-JE pre-LJ. i didn't really care for yagami. lmao.#i saw yagami fans and it seemed like they were having fun but i genuinely didn't understand their affection for him#and so getting through LJ and starting to like yagami i was like WHAT IS GOING ON WITH ME#thinking âlol look at his lame flat ass (affectionate)â and then going âWHAT. WHAT WAS THAT.â#<- girl who realised that she sounded exactly like the yagami fans online#and so i wrestled with it for a while#and bc i was talking in my friend's discord server about my experience with LJ i have this golden screenshot#of the day i finally gave in. pretty sure i'd been looking at pictures of yagami and kimutaku for like an hour beforehand lol#AND MY MESSAGES AFTERWARDS WERE STILL DRIPPING WITH COPE ABOUT IT#said something along the lines of. that i thought they tried way too hard to make yagami seem cool#and then followed it by saying i felt genuinely upset thinking about how i could never be on a date with him#THE DENIAL IS CRAZY... JUST SAY YOU LIKE HIM#anyway i've long accepted my fate but it's still funny to think about#jichan is asked to leave the fandom for needing to play 2 games to start liking yagami#meanwhile my sister's opinion on him hasn't changed at all. âhe's alrightâ <- real quote about yagami from days ago#anyhow that's one of the main reasons i'm playing JE. so i can reevaluate that game with fresh eyes/new perspective#excuse my impromptu storytime. but i guess this whole post is about landmark moments in Jichan Liking Yagami so it's not entirely unfitting#i like yagami takayuki đ and now i like kimura takuya too đ#gave this photo a goodnight kiss last night btw
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#the day was going so well until my mom decided to be mean to me for no reason in a piblic space where i was already feeling scared and over#stimulated. i wanted to try out the skateboards in decathlon but there were too many people and i got scared. and my mom suddenly said that#the skateboard that she was going to buy for me after/on my birthday. she had decided to buy now. since we were alr in theshop and i said no#way bec i hadnt decided which one i wanted yet and i was soo panicked. and then after some time when id calmed down a bit and was gonna try#to skate anyways she started questioning me abt when i planned on peacticing and where i was gonna do it and i obviously just started saying#things that i thought she would approve of. and then she told me i didnt have the time management skills or resolve to make it work. and she#just kept on passive aggressively bullying me until i just couldnt do it anymore and i told her i wanted go leave the store bc she was#spoiling the mood. and then she started bullying me louder and she told me to stop blaming her bc she was only asking me a question and she#didn't want to waste any more money on things that i wasnt gonna do even though ive wanted a skateboard for years now and have been actively#asking her for months. and i just lost my emergy and my appetite and i wanted to leave the mall and go home but insteaf she gook us to a#bagel place that ive been trying to get her to take us even though i felt like throwing up before we even left the mall and i told her i#didnt want to go there. and my brother even told her that she was ruining things for everyone. and he still ended up blaming me in the end.#but whatever. i kept getting flashbacks to insanely traumatic moments where shed yelled at or bullied me or cornered me or tried to#embarass me in public. and this is most likely my last year at home. and my last year of childhood. and its all going to be remembered in my#brain as underwhelming and depressing and mostly horrible. and im going to leave home and never cone back and my last year at home is going#to be just as shitty as every other year and ill just have to deal with that and try to build something good and new and kind when i leave#she shouldnt speak to her own children like this. she shouldnt be looking for reasons to make things miserable for me all the time like this#i should study. my head hurts. my entire body hurts so bad#delete later
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#i am so in love its unreal. never have i ever before felt this wealth of human emotions so concentrated over the past month and a week#genuinely mind boggling how talking to logan more and more and then dating him has literally made me feel likr a new man.#not that im different or that i absolutely need him to function in my day to day life#but its the richness that being in love brought to my life that was unexpected#i had a thing with another online friend like 4 yrs ago and it never felt like much admittedly. i almost gave up dating when he broke it off#bc i thought there was something to online dating that wasnt cutting it and i didnt stand a chance at meeting someone irl#and that entire time i knew logan at least a little bit but we didnt really begin talking often until like#6 months ago maybe? and just the more we talked the more we clicked ajd i liked him so much but i was so afraid that it wouldnt be mutual#and i was so afraid that even if he is in what feels like a pretty open polycule hed never ask me out or anything#and then he did and my world felt like it exploded into a cacophony of colors and sounds and feelings and emotions#like something had been unlocked in me that hadnt been touched in years. my ability to love.#and with that came some of the most upsetting spiraling intense depressive states of my life. but it was okay. it still is okay.#its only been a bit over a month but it feels like so much more than that bc i feel like everything is so much more vivid now#i also think im beginning to take a very particular fondness to someone else in the cule but im so not stating who or expanding upon it#he also makes me really happy but i dont think im ready to take that step yet. even if it would be a dream come true.#i love what i have now and i dont want to complicate it yet.#a extremely loving and charming boyfriend and a couple of other close friends who happen to also be dating him is good. its awesome#i just. i dont know. i dont know how logan would feel abt it. i dont know abt how other guy would feel abt it.#sometimes im not even sure how i would feel abt it#aughghhhhhhhh. yeah. human emotion. love for my boyfriend who is beautiful and loving and charming and funny and talented. ueh#i dont think he reads these rambles. sometimes i hope he does. sometimes i hope he doesnt. i love him so much#i dont want to worry him with my shit constantly but it would also be nice to worry him with it occasionally#logan if you see this i love you more than words could ever describe. im so happy that ur in my life and that you chose me to be in ur own#gamey rambles#đ
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bad news: today might actually be the worst day of my life, no hyperbole
good news: i no longer want to tear out my hair and scratch off my skin and curl up in a ball and cry
#that is good news bc the entire day i have felt like that so this development is a relief#just like. fucking everything was today that could possibly go wrong#and my usual fool-proof escape mechanisms (escaping into a story/daydream) failed me#and i havent been able to write anything since yesterday which hasnt happened in over a year and feels like a part of me died#(yes that is dramatic but its also true rip its no longer a hobby but an obsession/addiction)#AND i forgot my bracelets which fucked so thoroughly with my sensory/brain that i spent the day scratching/biting at my wrist so it wouldnt#feel so Emptyâ˘. its been hours you can still see red little flecks lmao#BUT as i said its gettint better#im wearing my bracelets now and i cancelled climbing training#and my friend and i are probably just gonna train on our own on tuesdays and ditch the group on mondays#bc That Group is so draining and horrible and we literally just fucked off half an hour too early and nobody noticed (or cared) so like#yeah i already feel better abt it. its gonna be alright :))#a biscuit's rambles#i mean its not reall alright yet but its not bad anymore and i can deal#also: this post in: tumblr is my journal/therapy/mental health outlet#lmao
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wow i WILDLY miscalculated the difference between kilograms and pounds
#ok so like. going to try to bury these thoughts behind several longer tags just in case someone doesn't want to see numbered weight talk#I'm just fascinated at the difference in numbers from a year ago like it's so fucking wild and strange to us#seeing as we've always been super super underweight we've NEVER experienced this before so we wanna ramble abt it#like our weight just did not change for like 10 years there it was. uncomfortable#but like. ok this time last year we were in and out of the ER barely able to eat a single meal in a day eating mostly foods that make us ill#and we weighed about 90 lbs. so about 40 kilos#which fucking SUCKED it was like everything was going wrong with our body at once it was NOT sustainable#in January of this year we finally started medications that work for us and started getting healthier#started slowly slowly eating more like. at first we couldn't even finish a full meal now we're having multiple meals a day usually#i remember us feeling constantly so ashamed over eating such small portions it felt like such a waste of food#now we eat pretty much nearly normally i think. food sensitivities notwithstanding#and anyway we started noticing that we were slowly gaining weight which we had already entirely wrote off as IMPOSSIBLE#so it was just so insane like. holy shit we were wrong we CAN get better#we reached 120 around June-July which has been our goal weight for years and years but we gave up on it and then it just Happened#now we're hovering around 130 and we can't stop looking at our new belly pouch of fat its very nice to see there#and we decided to calculate kilos#but our brain is stupid as fuck with numbers so we thought 'oh it'll be like a high 40s number probably'#it's nearly 60 kilos#which is a really nice number to see i think we'd want to hover around or slightly above this weight#we don't want to gain too much weight too quickly bc we have noticed the sudden change has messed with our head a bit#we get intrusive dysmorphic thoughts over it bc it's just new and strange to us#but really thinking about it. properly thinking. those are just intrusive no-changes-brain thoughts#this is a good change though. we are absolutely happy over this when older headmates come back into front and find out they get SO EXCITED#like we were updating blank on system stuff and he was like yea yea standard shit for us#and then one of us mentioned our weight and he sat STRAIGHT up like 'WAIT we're chunky now???? /pos'#everyone's so proud of how far we've come it's really nice
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But likeâŚsugar daddy!Nanami bending you over his pool table and just fucking your brains outđâźď¸
đ. đ§đ¨đđ: missed writing for nanami, let's gooo!
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ââMmmph! OhhhâŚKentâOooh!â
âYes, babyâŚGod, you look so good.â
âYour fingers; youâre going tooâŚMmmmâŚâ
Being a sugar baby is a blessing in its own way. Not having to worry so much about your financial situations as theyâre taken care of in your day-to-day life can be a bit overwhelming to comprehend in the days you forget entirely; however, you canât lie that itâs not a nice lifestyle to live in. All your money troubles no longer being a constant weight on your shoulders, moved aside for you to enjoy your life as freely as you wish compared to before.
And whatâs better is that the man taking care of said troubles was indeed a miracle worker â and quite the looker. Nanami Kento, your sugar daddy, took you in when you put your online advertisement looking for a sugar daddy, and you can only thank the stars above for such a wonderful man to come falling from the heavens above to put your mind at ease.
And trust and believe that heâs done so in ways more than one.
He had you bent by his pool table in the living space of his penthouse, your legs spread for him to have your skirt lifted to your waist. Itâs easier for his hand to go to your lacy panties and slide his fingers in to meet your folds. And after a few minutes, heâs already made you a complete mess just by the thickness of his digits.Â
You squirm, gripping the billard stick that rests on the velvety skin of the pool table. âHahhhn, ohooo, stoop, donât rub thereâHicâŚ!â Your hands grip the shoulder of his work shirt.
âOh? Donât like it when I doâŚthis?â The blunt of Nanamiâs fingertips scrapes the upper wall of your vaginal walls with a curled motion, and you lament with the jerk of your thighs. âBut all Iâm doing is rewarding my baby.â
His reward was specifically targeted to what you were wearing. Your opened buttoned-up shirt exposed your recent purchase of a new lingerie set; the complex design of the intimate clothing and the bold hue of the colorâyour favorite colorâcomplimented your skin enchantingly. The blonde man behind you couldnât keep his eyes and hands off you the moment you meekly showed off the bra of the set.Â
âAnd judging by how tight youâre squeezing my fingers,â he says to your ear while another graze of your inner walls has you arch towards him. âYou seem to love this, right, honey?â His free hand was groping one of your breasts; the material of the laced bra felt pleasant to the touch along the squish of your mound.
âHoooh, ohhGod, Kento, please,â you were a whimpering mess literally in the palm of his hand; heâd made you come once already, so your insides had yet to subside from the acute height that kept you trembling to his touch. âI caanât, no mooooreâŚIf you keep up, I-Iâllââ
âWhat?â He kisses your cheek, nearly having you give to your knees. âDonât wanna cum on my fingers?â You shook your head hurriedly, enticing your neck for him to lay more gentle kisses. âWhat do you wanna cum on then, sweetpea?â
You use your hips to answer, grinding your wet southern lips on the zipper of his expensive, linen dress trousers. Yet, while he returns the motion with synced ruts to your chasm with the tent of his groin, itâs safe to say he doesnât mind the mess.Â
âThis,â you moan with more rubs on his pants. âI wanna cum on you, Kent. Please, lemme cum on youâŚâ
The sound of his chuckle has you twitching on his digits, wailing when he stretches your opening with a scissoring motion. âGood girl, asking so nicelyâŚâ With a hum, he withdraws his fingers from your warmth and brings your pricy underwear down to your thighs, brushing its garters. After bringing his trousers down and freeing his erection from his briefs, he grabs for the condom from his pocket to release from its wrapper. Once the rubber is on and fitted, Nanami guides his cock to the hole of your vagina.Â
The insertion of the cockhead has you gasping sharply, the cue stick in your grasp being the only thing you can use as security as your sugar daddy pushes every inch of his shaft inside you. You could never get used to the girth, the stretch of his limb so euphorically good, and the graze of the tip on the sensitive itches that make you hiccup. And the hilt of his pelvis meets your folds, sighing now that his entire cock is finally one with you.
He rocks back and forth leisurely, careful not to have you released on him just yet. Both his hands now meet your chest, fondling the flesh of your breasts in such a loving fashion that you whimper with the pull of his dick. God, the way his tip perfectly rubs on your inner texture has your brows furrowed and eyes sewn shut, wanting to truly indulge in the sensation that piques the delicate keenness of your nerves.
âAhaaa, ohoofuck,â you jolt when he suddenly throws a rough thrust to your ass; the stick in your hand hits two Aramith billiard balls to the long rails of the table. âYesss, right there, KentooâŚ! Feel so goodâŚâ
âYeah, honey?â The weight of him on your back as he bends his frame above yours, speaking softly to your ear as if wanting you to shiver on his chest. âFeeling good?â You nod hurriedly with the tweak of your nipples under the rough pads of his fingers. âAll cute and good for meâŚWant me to make you feel even more good?â
âYesâŚDaddy,â Oh my, you used the titleâa step you were cautious to use at the moment yet albeit eager for the results. And the sand-haired man snaps his hips abruptly, causing a shriek to sneak past you without noticing.
Heâs done with the slow pacingâthe rhythm now increased to a rapid cadence that evokes more sounds to escape with every rock of your figure. Gosh, you hope you werenât leaving scratch marks on this manâs pool table. It would make you feel terrible damaging his property. However, that sounds like a worry to check back later when youâre not squealing your mind out.
ââOooh!! Fâfffshiiiit, Daddy!â Your eyes roll up at the scrape of your G-spot. âNâNot shoo faâAhhhh! Tâoo muuchâŚ!â
âBut youâre too close to slow down, love,â Nanami kisses your cheek before slithering his hand to stuff his fore and middle fingers into your mouth. You sounded too cute mewing for him while sucking on his fingers. And it doesnât help that the erratic ruts to your cunt have you shrilling even more, drool trickling down to your chin just to fall on the table surface. âCome on, sweetpea, let it all outâŚHnnmm, let me feel it.â
The piston of his pelvis smacking the skin of your ass with the thick digits stuffed in your mouth is too much to follow through, the climb of your climax becoming more complicated to avoid as the milliseconds rush away. You submit to your growing dizziness as your peak shakes you down.
The orgasm has you screaming out loud, your legs trembling with the flutter of your walls around Nanamiâs dick while he slowly plunges himself in and outward, relishing the snugness of your slit. You suck on his fingers hard, nearly choking on spit when your body is experiencing the pulses at its own pace. Your elbows wobble, giving way for you to slump down and accidentally hit an object ball with the cue stick, knocking onto another and pushing it an inch away from a pocket.
Nanami chortles, straightening himself to massage your waist through your aftershocks. âNice backspin, sweetheart.â
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PAIRING: horny!jake x succubus!reader (f)
SUMMARY: jake has always been an hyper sexual type boy, always seeking relief in the depth of night. but his hand isn't as satisfying anymore and neither are his toys, and in his moment of desperation, you appear like a gift sent from heaven (or hell).
WARNINGS: kinktober. succubus (a sexual demon), masturbating, pillow humping, riding, overstimulation, messy blow job, jake is kinda sub, doggy, missionary, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy!), cream pie, dirty talking, manhandling, (idk if thereâs a slight cnc?), slight choke kink, jake whines and whimpers (we like), cum eating, oral (m receiving), pussy licking, pet names (jakey, baby), lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.
PUBLISHED: 20th October 2024
WC: 2.9k
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a/n: i literally have 8 drafts for kinktober but iâm not sure iâll be able to finish them all (sorry). i donât even really like how this one came out but i thought i owned yâall some new fics since iâve been ia for a while. please REBLOG to spread bcs only likes donât take authors so far. thank you đŠˇ
Jake was resting on his bed, or so he tried to. His back was against the mattress, the only light illuminating the room was the one of the moon, entering from the window as if to peek to his desperation.
Fact was, he had been a painful hard on the whole day and fate wanted that he couldnât seem to make himself come.
It was true when they said that as you overdo something, you grow tired of it, because his hand had stopped working a couple of weeks before, which led him to the sex shop downtown to purchase a couple of toys.
And they worked, for the following couple of days until the empty feeling after jerking off hadnât come back.
âUghâŚâ He muttered to himself, he was desperate at this point.
His entire body felt hot with arousal, the air around him getting stuffy. It was a wonder how his hand hadnât fallen off from all the wanking he had done in the past week.
Jake was left with a raging bulge making fun of him through the fabric of his sweats, his cock so hard it was even painful to exist.
He grabbed his phone from off to the side, opening up the internet in hopes of finding something to satisfy his needs. He began scrolling on a pornography site, a small sigh escaping from his mouth as he quickly found something he liked.
It was a rather soft porn, just a âmorning sexâ one, he skipped all the intro until it got to the good part.
Jake slowly pulled down his sweats, just enough to free his cock from the restraints of the clothing.
He hadnât even worn his boxers to bed, feeling suffocated.
He raised the volume of the video, holding his phone with one hand while he started to touch himself with the other.
He was sensitive, slowly pumping his shaft up and down. As the moans of the video got louder and the boy fucked the girl harder into the mattress, he too tried to fast his paceâ and nothing.
Jake continued his search, even going to the hidden pictures of his galleries where he kept screenshots of his favourite porns of all times.
Nothing seemed to work on him, nothing brought him enough pleasure to get him off.
Jake groaned loudly and threw his phone on the mattress, far away from him.
He stared at his cock as if it had personally offended him, it stood proud and angry red in front of him.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind.
If hand didnât work, and neither did the kinky toys he got, heâd have to try the traditional way of fucking a pillow.
He grabbed the pillow from behind his head and turned around, his chest now pressed onto the mattress.
Jake rested his head on the other, smaller pillow while he raised his backside, enough to make a makeshift hole of the pillow.
He inserted his aching cock and thrusted his hips, slowly. The fabric of the pillow touching his length made him moan softly. He tried to imagine someone being under him, someone letting him rut his cock inside of them.
Just as he focused on the small pleasure he got, a giggle made his eyes widen in surprise.
Peeking from behind his shoulder, he noticed a red figure.
âWhatââ Jake turned around, covering his dignity with the pillow (as if he wasnât just grinding on it). There was no way someone had entered his bedroom, or his house in general. He remembered he had locked all the doors before going to bed, so how did you get inside?
You stood in front of the bed, looking at him with a wide smile on your face. Your skin was reddish, and you had small horns on your head, as well as a tail moving left and right, as if you were amused by the scene you had just witnessed.
âHey,â You purred, waving your hand at him âHaving fun there?â
âWho are you?â He asked, moving into a sitting position âOr⌠what are you?â
Your body was barely covered by a brown top and a pair shorts of the same colour, making your curves and body perfectly visible.
Lord, if you werenât such an arousing sight. Had he been in the right mind, and not clouded by lust, he wouldâve realised you were a succubus.
A demon that got its power from having sex with desperate men in the middle of the night, taking strength by their semen. Your body was meant to make him horny.
âDonât worry about it...â You raised a brow, as if to ask, him for his name.
Jake understood and cleared his throat âJake.â
You smiled happily âJake, what a pretty name for a pretty boy!â You exclaimed.
âI am Y/N.â You introduced yourself, placing a hand on your chest, clearly making his attention go to your tits.
He nodded in reply, his eyes ranking over your figure warily âSo.. what are you?â
You just rolled your eyes. âIt doesnât matter, Iâm here to help you.â You bit your bottom lip âDonât hide from me.â
Jake glanced down at where the pillow was hiding his lower body and let out a shaky breath.
He debated whether to listen to you or try and get some more answers out of youâ but you were so willingly giving your help to him, he couldnât just refuse you. Not after he had waited for this moment so long.
Cautiously, he removed the pillow, showing his cock that sprang free.
Your eyes widened and your mouth watered. âArenât you huge?â You complimented, loving the way it throbbed at your comment.
Just the sight of your perfect body made some precum leak from the tip, and you knew he mustâve been so pent up he was suffering.
âYou donât have a pussy to bury your pretty cock in?â You purred, slowly crawling on the bed.
âN-no.â Jake replied.
âItâs okay,â You stated, slowly pumping his shaft âYou can use mine.â
Just your mere touch made his mind grow foggy, your pretty palm wrapped around his length.
He moaned softly as you spat on it, using your saliva to lubricate the skin.
Jakeâs eyes fluttered shut, it just felt so good to finally be touched by something that wasnât his own hand, and he whimpered when your mouth wrapped around him.
It was so warm and it felt so good, the way you slowly moved up and down, bobbing your head to pleasure him.
Without even him realising, his hand had moved to your hair, grasping your locks as he thrusted upwards.
In a way, you liked how desperate he was. Your power was lowering the past few days and he was just what you neededâ a horny college student in desperate need of filling some nice pussy.
Oh, if only he knew your true intentions.
His hips began to move as he held you still, fucking your mouth like you were a flesh light. Though you felt even better.
You gagged around his length and the sound only fuelled his contorted desires. âMhâ fuck.â He moaned, his hips snapping back and forth âSo good,â Jake breathed out âSo fucking good.â
You decided to hollow your cheeks and let him use you, one of your hands moving inside your panties to lazily circle your clit. You were already dripping wet, while he was leaking precum inside your mouth, filling your taste buds with a bittersweet taste.
âIâm so close, Mâgonnaâ Oh!â He groaned loudly as he shot his thick load down your throat, his cock pulsating inside your mouth as he pushed your head down further. You palmed his balls, just adding to the overwhelming pleasure he felt.
You could almost feel him whole down your throat, you frowned as you tried your best not to gag around it.
After a couple of seconds, he let you go, his breath heavy as he tried to regain strength.
You pulled away and licked your lips, loving the sweet taste of his cum.
And as you looked down, you noticed he was already hard. You widened your eyes, a smirk forming on your lips.
But Jake wasnât as lust-high as he had been when you found him humping his night pillow, and he sat up properly.
With one swift movement he grabbed your throat, making sure not to squeeze it too tight and he pressed his plump lips on yours.
As surprised as you were, you quickly recovered and reciprocated the kiss, teeth crashing and tongues swiping one on the other.
His free hand snuck between your thighs, feeling your wetness, making him swallow your moan.
âSo wet for me, mh?â Jake murmured on your lips, helping you out of your tight shorts âLet me give you back your favours.â
You felt his finger press against your entrance but you stopped him. You certainly didnât need any prepping, the only thing you needed was him shooting his cum deep inside of you.
But that, he didnât need to know, so you just whined âNeed you inside of me Jakey, please.â
âYeah?â He retrieved his hand, manhandling you into the mattress. He crashed your head on the pillow - yes, the one he was fucking just a few minutes before - and held your ass up.
It was cute how he thought he was in charge, but you didnât mind being dominated, so you let him be.
He opened your asscheeks with his slender fingers and licked a long stripe out of your folds, making you moan.
âHurry,â You pressed your backside further into his face, making Jake slap your asscheek.
Had your skin not been already red, his slap wouldâve left an angry mark. But you liked it, so you pressed your ass against him again.
Jake groaned, slapping the same asscheek that left a burning sensation cursing through your body.
He moved up, quickly discarding his shirt and sweatpants, throwing them somewhere on the floor. âWant a condom?â You almost laughed at his question, reaching a hand to pull him close, you hissed âGive it to me raw.â
He felt himself grow even harder at your dirty talk, he pumped his shaft and pressed it against your clit, gathering all your sweet juices.
You hummed softly at the teasing, needing him to be inside of you, that thick cock to press against your cervix and making you see the heaven you werenât allowed in.
With one quick thrust, Jake slammed all of himself inside of you, knocking the air out of your lungs.
It was true that you didnât need any prepping, having done this for a living - literally - but you felt him whole, âSâdeep.â You sighed.
Jake moaned at how your walls hugged him, squeezing any drop of precum, swallowing his full length.
He pulled out just to slam back inside, gripping your asscheeks. âFuck,â He breathed out, his pace already quickening as he tried to chase both of your highs.
âYou like it deep, baby?â He asked, âYou like it feeling me so deep inside of ya?â
You nodded, reaching your hand behind to touch him, but Jake got ahold of your wrists and held both of them behind your back.
The position wouldâve been uncomfortable if you werenât so aroused, itâd been a while since you were fucked hard and Jake seemed like the best victim you had in ages.
âPussy so good,â He grunted, eyes squeezing as he felt himself near the edge âSo fucking perfect, baby.â
You tried to peek at him from behind your shoulder, and Jake noticed. He gave you a sly wink and let go of your wrists, pulling out of you to turn you around.
Your back was now on the mattress, the human spread your legs wide as he aligned with your entrance once again.
He positioned your legs on his shoulders and quickly got inside again, as if he were addicted to being in you, his balls slapped against your ass.
âBetter, ainât it?â You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him down to you to kiss his lips âI get to see your pretty face as I fill you up with my cum.â The angle you were bent was awkward but you didnât really care.
The thought made you clench around him and Jake groaned in your mouth, his cock rutting fast and deep.
The squelching sound of skin slapping filled the room, for once Jake was glad of owning a house and not an apartment, or the neighbours wouldâve had already come to complain.
He held your throat with his veiny hands, adding just the right amount of pressure to make you light-headed.
âJakey,â You breathed out, mouth agape âWant your cum, give it to me.â
Your words only fuelled his desire, he sped his movements - if it was even possible - his face contorted in pleasure as he felt his orgasm approach.
âYes, yes, Mâgonna give it to you, baby,â He chanted out, his cock throbbing âFuckâ Iâm gonna fill you up so good.â
He rested his forehead against your shoulder and squeezed your clothed breast, kneading at the soft flesh.
His movements became sloppy until with one last, deep thrust he came deep inside of you.
âYes!â You breathed out, as his cum flooded inside of you, you could feel yourself growing stronger, your powers returning.
Jakeâs movements grew slower until they stopped, his laboured breath tickled your skin.
He was tired, strangely so, he pulled out of you and laid beside you âShit, this was the best thing that has ever happened to me.â
His eyes closed as exhaustion washed over him, but you werenât done.
Oh, you were far from done.
First, you hadnât come yet and second, you needed more of his semen.
You climbed on top of him, smiling at his fucked up state. He looked so pretty with messy hair, swollen lips and red cheeks.
Jake slowly opened his eyes, widening them a little as he took you in âY/N? What are youâ Fuck.â
He groaned loudly as you fisted his softened cock, wanting him to get hard again so you could ride him.
âS-stop.â He gripped your hand but you were stronger than him now, shoving it away âShh, Iâll make you feel good, pinky promise.â
You chuckled within yourself, slowly grinding your wet pussy on his hardening length.
Jake sighed, his hands lazily holding your hips âYou need to cum, baby?â
You hummed, your fingers grazing his happy trail âMh⌠yes, will you make me?â
Jake nodded, his eyes half lidded âI can use my tongue, no need toâŚâ He grunted as you lifted yourself and held his dick up, slowly lowering on him.
As you bottomed out, you moaned, the shadow of his bulge peeking through your stomach.
You threw your head back, his cock sliding in and out easily thanks to your wetness and his previous orgasm still lingering inside of you.
âM-too sensitive baby, pleaseâŚâ You chuckled, âYou can take another one.â
His brows furrowed as you alternated between moving up and down and grinding him, his nails digging in the skin of your hips.
âSo? Can you take another one, mh?â Jake sighed, nodding his head weakly âY-yes.â
âAttaâ boy.â You exclaimed, rewarding him by riding him faster.
Jake felt all of your movements, the overwhelming sensation making his body rock with tremors âCanât⌠canât.â
âNo, you can.â You grasped his shoulders and moved your hips almost frantically, your clit brushing against his skin.
His body tensed, his feet flexing and relaxing, âFuck⌠Iâm gonna cum again.â
You bit your bottom lip, feeling your climax reach as well âMh⌠give it all to me, Jakey.â
His hands moved to your breasts as he squeezed them to the point of pain, you clenched around him and he snapped.
His cum shot inside of you, his cock throbbing painfully as he came for the third time of the night.
He whimpered when you didnât stop, trying to move you away but you didnât, you just kept moving until you saw white as well.
Your legs trembled as you reached your euphoria, while Jakeâs body collapsed whole on the bed.
His eyes slowly closed, too tired to even stay awake. He slowly succumbed to sleeping.
You smiled victoriously, feeling your powers raise even more. Standing up, you let the remaining of his semen drop out of you and stretched.
Sighing contentedly, you reached for your discarded shorts and put them back on.
âIâm feeling so refreshed!â You smiled happily, but as you turned around you saw Jakeâs slumped figure on the mattress.
Feeling pitiful, since he seemed so vulnerable, you covered his naked body with the blanket. Smiling at his face, you noticed he really was a pretty guy.
You leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on his cheek, moving some hair out of his sticky forehead.
âSee you soon, Jakey.â You smirked and disappeared, with the intention of coming back to him whenever you felt weak. Which, maybe wouldâve happened more often.
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hiii I love ur fics <3 I am OBSESSED with the prompt âcan you come get me?â bc h/c makes me đĽđĽđĽ so I was thinking:
reader has been kidnapped by the latest unsub and the team is trying their hardest to find her but all the leads keep coming up empty until one day Spencer gets a call from her and the first thing she says is âcan you come get me?â she sounds extremely upset and afraid so Spencer and Hotch leave to go find her. when they get there, she looks like sheâs been through hell so they rush her to the hospital to be checked out, all the while they canât seem to get any info out of her about what happened.
Spencer & reader could be platonic or romantic, whichever you like. (also I was thinking maybe hotchner!reader ? if that wouldnât be too many things to ask for lol)
I love how you do angst and h/c, so keep up the good work and have a wonderful day <3
can you come get me? | S.R.
who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: angst content warnings: kidnapping, hospitals, stitches, blood draws, catatonia, disassociation, brief mention of sa, ohio mentioned, general cm violence (let me know if i missed any) word count: 4.56k a/n: i have no idea how this got so long but i love the plot of it so much that i couldn't cut any of it! i'm such a slut for the "you came"/"you called" trope that i couldn't help myself! i wrote this with the idea that it would be in place of the m*eve storyline (which means our lord and savior blake is here)!! anyways anon i hope you enjoy this - i love you!
Any external sound was completely ignored as Spencer flipped through the same file for the eighteenth time that day. In his periphery, he saw JJ and Rossi nod at each other before Rossi split away, walking up the ramp to where Hotchâs office was.
It took him a moment to realize JJ had made herself comfortable by sitting on the edge of his desk. She had her jacket neatly folded in her arms as she eyed the file he had, grief filling her eyes as she registered what he was looking at. âWhat are you doing tonight?â She asked, trying to keep her voice as light as possible.
The question was entirely pointless, she knew exactly what he was doing tonight, but in an attempt to get her to leave him alone, Spencer humored her, âIâm working late tonight,â he answered simply.
JJâs smile faltered ever so slightly before she shook her head, âYouâve been working late all week, what if you come over tonight? Willâs making dinner. Garciaâs coming after she finishes her system update,â the attempt to get him out of the office didnât go over his head, but it wasnât going to work. âHenry would love to see you â maybe you could teach him a new magic trick.â
Peeling his eyes off of the paperwork, he looked up at the blonde, âYou know I canât.â He felt so close to an answer, he couldnât possibly leave.
âLook, Reid, I get it, but youâve been working crazy hours for the past month. Maybe taking a night off would be good. You can start fresh in the morning,â she tried to coax him into leaving the case be.
It hadnât been a full month; it had been twenty-seven days. Almost four full weeks since you were taken. It had been one week since Section Chief Cruz had told Hotch that the BAU needed to start taking new cases, as the trail to you had run cold.
Considering you were Hotchâs daughter, that discussion had gone rather poorly. Cruz had been able to give the team leeway. Both Spencer and Hotch had fully intended on taking advantage of that leeway, and the rest of the team helped when they had the capacity.
Turning back to your file, Spencer shook his head, âIâll go if Hotch goes.â He knew there was no way Hotch would be leaving the office tonight, the only reason Hotch went home anymore was for Jack, and he was at a sleepover tonight.
JJâs shoulders slumped in abject disappointment as her eyes followed Dave as he exited Hotchâs office, the slamming of the door enough to make the lingering BAU agents flinch. âIâll see you tomorrow,â she said, defeated.
Rossi wagged a finger at Spencer, âGo home at some point tonight, kid,â he instructed.
Waving a quick goodbye, Spencer resumed making notes in the margins of the papers that were making a permanent home on his desk. He looked up when Hotch exited his office, eyes following him as he brewed a pot of coffee in the kitchenette. The two of them acknowledged each other with a nod before continuing on with the hunt.
Both of them knew the odds, that you had been gone this long and there was a good chance that theyâd never see you again. Despite that, Spencer would head up to Hotchâs office in about an hour, and the two of them would confer.
Eventually, the sun set, and a thunderstorm rolled in, the flashes of light coming in through the windows as he began to consider going for another cup of coffee.
Wiping a hand down his face, he inwardly groaned as his phone started to ring. Half expecting it to be JJ, he was surprised to find that it was an unknown caller. Clicking the answer button, he lifted the phone to his ear, âHello, this is Dr. Reid.â
There was an eerie silence on the other end of the call, if he strained his ears, he could hear the pattering of rain. He tried to greet the other person again, but when there was no answer, he started to lower the phone to hang up.
âCan you come get me?â Your quiet voice came through the receiver, effectively knocking the wind out of Spencerâs lungs.
Fiddling with his belongings, Spencer gripped your file, âWhere are you?â He asked urgently.
You sniffled, âI donât know. A payphone off of twenty-eight.â If he strained his ears, he could listen to the rain. Spencer wondered if he could calculate how far away you were by the sound of the thunder where you were compared to where he was.
His chest ached at the exhaustion in your tone, imagining you had gotten approximately as much sleep as he had recently. That is to say, little to none. Pulling the phone slightly away from his face, he called out for Hotch, getting his attention and waving him over. âY/N, can you see any mile markers or exit signs anywhere?â Spencer asked, bringing the phone back up to his ear.
âI canât see much of anything,â you admitted. That made sense, your glasses had been recovered at your abduction scene. Spencer kept them in his bag with the rest of your belongings that had been released from evidence. âI feel lucky enough that I was able to find a pay phone,â you said, and for the first time, he noticed that you were whispering.
Glancing at the inside of his wrist, Spencer checked the time. JJ had mentioned something about Garcia staying in her office for a system update â what were the odds the tech analyst was still there? Stalking out of the bullpen, he made his way to her office, Hotch hot on his heels.
After knocking on the door, her voice rang out, âEnter, mere mortal.â Once she had recognized who it was, she greeted Spencer directly, âAh, Dr. Reid, did you need a ride to JJâs?â
âCan you locate a payphone based on the phone number?â He asked hurriedly, the longer you stood out there in the rain, the more danger you might be in.
A confused look was plastered on her face, but she turned back to her screens and started click-clacking away. âMost def, boy genius. Run me the digits,â she responded, pulling up some sort of database that Spencer didnât recognize â probably for the best.
She typed the phone number just as quickly as he recited it, turning around and telling him that the pay phone in question was approximately thirty minutes away. You had only been thirty minutes away this entire time. âSend the coordinates to Hotchâs phone,â Spencer instructed, stepping toward the door. âTell the rest of the team to come in,â he continued, âitâs Y/N.â
Each stage of grief flashed across Penelopeâs face as she nodded assuredly, scrambling for her phone as she took care of notifications.
Impatiently, Hotch held the elevator door open as Spencer entered, keeping the phone up to his ear, âStay on the phone,â he told you.
A desperate whimper came from your end of the call, âI donât have any change. I found a few quarters on the ground, but I donât have anything on me.â
âStay on as long as you can, angel,â Spencer amended. âWeâre on our way.â
The rain was worse than he had initially thought, but Mother Nature was no match for Aaron Hotchner. They were only about five minutes from the coordinates that Garcia had shared, and the phone call had dropped off before they were even on the main highway. The dropped call certainly didnât help the rising tension in the SUV.
âDid she sound scared?â Hotch had asked for the nth time.
Not taking his eyes off of the map, Spencer nodded, âShe sounded like she was stranded in the middle of the woods in Virginia, in a thunderstorm, and was using a pay phone as a lifeline.â His entire body was thrumming with nervous energy as they sped down the road, âbut sheâs alive.â
He didnât miss the way Hotchâs knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel. You being alive would have to be enough of a comfort to the both of them for now, but Spencer knew what your life meant to your father.
âThere it is,â Spencer said, interrupting his thoughts with the recognition of a phone booth on the side of the road, in front of a seemingly abandoned gas station. In a moment of uncharacteristic recklessness, Spencer clambered out of the vehicle before it came to a full stop, an umbrella and jacket in tow.
Hesitantly, he approached the crumpled heap of limbs underneath the pay phone. It wasnât a full booth, it had just enough coverage to prevent the payphone from short-circuiting. You had jammed yourself underneath it, trying to keep yourself as dry as possible.
Kneeling in front of you, he swept his sopping-wet hair from his face, âY/N.â His voice was no more than a breath, he didnât dare reach out to touch you â lest you not want to be touched. A strike of lightning lit your surroundings enough for him to note the bruise that had bloomed on your cheek.
As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he watched as your lips parted in recognition, âYou came,â you whispered.
He nodded, âYou called.â His heart soared as you shuffled yourself closer to him, allowing him to wrap the FBI-issued jacket around your rain-soaked frame. âLetâs get you out of this rain, alright?â
Standing up on shaky legs, Spencer helped you walk to the SUV where your dad was waiting, shining a flashlight to help guide you to the vehicle. Based on how heavily you were leaning on him, he could tell that your left leg was injured. Despite your injury, you stepped away from Spencer to hug your father.
For a moment, Spencer felt like he was intruding on a family moment, but he recalled all of the times he had been invited to join in Hotchner festivities these last few years and allowed his eyes to meet Hotchâs.
The two of them shared an understanding look as Hotch pulled away, âWe should get you to a hospital,â he said, cupping your face with parental gentleness.
Spencer helped you into the SUV, unable to put any pressure on your leg, you depended on the handles to pull yourself up. As you maneuvered yourself, he tried to determine what your injuries were. His eyes scanned your body until he made his way back to your face, âAngel, keep your eyes open.â He felt as if he was asking a lot of you, but he didnât know if you had taken a hit to the head. Falling asleep could do more damage. âHey, Y/N?â He said, watching as your eyes fell shut and your head slumped forward. âHotch,â Reid said urgently from the backseat.
Understanding perfectly, Hotch hit the lights on the SUV and turned on the siren. Flashes of red and blue signaled to other drivers that there was an emergency.
You were silent.
As soon as they had gotten you to the emergency room, your entire demeanor had changed. Spencer guessed that you had been in fight or flight when they had picked you up from the phone booth, and now that you were getting the help that you needed, all of the fight had vacated your being.
In the white fluorescence of the hospital, he could see how drained you looked. Once the doctors got their hands on you, you refused to let him or your dad near you.
Hotch was in the hallway, talking on the phone with your Aunt Jessica while he tried to arrange childcare for Jack so he could stay with you - the leader of your care team estimated youâd be in the hospital for at least a few days.
While you had been mobile when they came to get you, your energy had left along with your adrenaline, and eventually, the best course of action was to just let you sleep. That was how Spencer ended up sitting cross-legged in a stiff hospital chair, watching over you as you slept.
Respectful of your wishes, he kept a fair distance from you, but youâd be hard-pressed to convince him to let you out of his sight. There were tubes and wires going every which way from your body, oxygen, an IV, and electrodes monitored your life. Boiling you down to a collection of numbers that showed Spencer just how alive you were.
The doctors suspected you had bacterial pneumonia, but they were still waiting on the results of your chest X-ray to make a formal diagnosis. Your presumed leg injury had turned out to be a bruised hip bone â part of a sickening pattern that reflected that of someone who had been thrown down a flight of stairs.
A knock on the window to your hospital room caught his attention, causing him to turn his head and come face to face with Rossi and Blake. Opening the blinds so that heâd be able to keep an eye on you from the hallway, Spencer stood up and joined his colleagues in the corridor.
âWhatâs the report?â Rossi asked, nodding in the direction of your room, and placing his hands on his hips.
Spencer rubbed the back of his neck before responding, âThe doctor said that all things considered, sheâs in good shape, butâŚâ Shaking his head to wake himself up, he crossed his arms in front of his chest, âSheâs sick and was beaten. Right now, sheâs sleeping. We have no idea she was running in the woods, so itâs not surprising that sheâs exhausted.â
He continued on to list other maladies that the doctors had provided, dehydration, malnutrition, one cut on your arm that needed to be stitched, and that was just scratching the surface. Dave nodded understandingly, âbut the sooner we get to ask her questions, the better.â
Shrugging, Spencer looked over at your father, and then back to you, âWhen she wakes up on her own,â he murmured, watching as a nurse checked on your IV. He didnât want to risk waking you up or asking too much too soon of you. âCan I ask you a quick question?â He lifted a finger inquisitively to the nurse who was walking out of your room, scribbling something on your chart.
The nurse hummed in response, raising her eyebrows as she waited for him to ask.
âDo you think the infection has anything to do with her silence? She might be hurting so she isnât talking?â He asked, it wasnât unheard of, when people were in a lot of pain, sometimes they coped with silence.
While the nurse might have an excellent bedside manner, the three profilers took note of the concern in her eyes. âThe silence might have more to do with her psychological well-being than her physical well-being,â she responded, it was a healthcare way of trying to appease them. Really, they didnât know much better than the members of the BAU did.
Blakeâs eyebrows shot up in curiosity, âCould it be catatonia?â
âIn order to diagnose catatonia, sheâd need to display three of twelve symptoms. Those are stupor, catalepsy, waxy flexibility, mutism, negativism, posturing, mannerism, stereotypy, agitation, grimacing, echolalia, and echopraxia. So far, she really only meets one of twelve,â Spencer answered.
Shrugging, the nurse pointed at Spencer with her pen, âWhat he said.â She looked down at the chart before continuing, âHer care team leader called for a psych consult, but we wonât really know one way or the other until she wakes up.â
Nodding, Rossi nodded in acknowledgment, âWhat else could it be?â
Pursing her lips, the nurse tilted her head to the side, âPeritraumatic disassociation is another possibility, but again, we wonât know until she wakes up.â
The waiting game began. As luck would have it, an FBI agent being abducted created a lot of paperwork, so Hotch was holed up in a conference room while Rossi and Blake worked on the profile. JJ and Morgan stayed back at Quantico with Garcia to look back at what information Hotch and Spencer had been gathering over the past twenty-seven â now twenty-eight â days.
Spencer stayed with you, tucking your blanket around you when he watched goosebumps sprout along your arms. He paid close attention to everything that the doctors and nurses said about your condition, relaying everything to Hotch via text message. They ran a kit on you, and the only solace was that there was a chance that they could DNA match whoever did this to you.
He left that last part out of his message to your father.
As soon as you started waking up, Spencer had to leave the room, watching from the hallway as medical personnel flurried around your bed. At first, he had assumed your aversion to himself and your dad was an overall aversion to men, but you didnât flinch when it came to the male doctor who was checking your vitals manually.
A nurse peeked out from the door, âAre you Dave?â
Furrowing his eyebrows, Spencer cocked his head back in confusion, âNo? Iâm not â why?â He asked, gaze flickering back into your room as you scrawled something on the piece of paper that a nurse had handed you.
âShe said sheâd talk to Dave,â the inquiring nurse shrugged, turning back into your room, and adjusting your pillow beneath your head.
Still confused, Spencer slipped his phone out of his pocket, nimbly typing a message to Rossi before returning the phone to its home in his slacks. Trying to respect your peace, Spencer remained in the hallway, leaning back against the wall as he heard the familiar sound of Italian leather boots turning the corner. âAre you sure she didnât mean Aaron?â
Spencer shook his head, mirroring the older manâs confusion, âShe physically wrote your name out. Sheâll only speak to you,â he answered, trying to hide his own pain for the sake of ridding you of yours. If you wouldnât talk to your father or himself, it made the most sense that youâd talk to Rossi. Youâve known him the entire time your father worked in the BAU.
Shrugging, Rossi walked into your room and approached you with the care of a man approaching a deer. He remained this way until he made it to your bed, and Spencer watched as he smoothed your hair away from your face affectionately.
You leaned into his touch, and Spencer didnât miss the cue. When was the last time anyone had touched you with love in their heart?
He had kissed you goodbye before you went on your run, just thirty minutes before your location turned off and your usual Thursday route turned into a hunting ground. With what you did for work, you switched paths frequently, but someone had been watching you, or at least, that was the conclusion the team had drawn.
Watching as Rossi spoke with you, Spencer noticed one anomaly â you werenât speaking to him. Instead, all of his questions were answered with blinks or scribbling on paper.
The two of you went until a nurse came in, telling the both of you that they needed to run a few more tests. Taking his leave, Rossi told you something that Reid couldnât quite make out and rejoined him in the hallway.
âWhat did you say to her? Just now?â Spencer asked, his need for any sort of contact with you becoming so desperate that heâd now accept it secondhand.
Frowning, Rossi placed both of his hands on his hips, âI called her piccolina, I used to call her that all the time when she was just a little thing running around the old BAU bunker.â Taking a moment, Rossi pulled out his little notebook and read through it. âWhite male, late twenties to early thirties, sometimes gone for days on end citing âwork,â but she never figured out what he did for work.â
Spencerâs eyes burned at the realization that you had been working your own case while being victimized, he peered in through the window as a nurse drew your blood.
âShe said he drove a dark American sedan, making it either blue or black,â Rossi continued to list off, eyes following Blake as she approached the two of you. âY/N said the car was filthy like he had been living out of it when he couldnât get to her in the woods. The car had an Ohio party plate on it with expired tags.â
Blake arched a brow at the new information, âParty plate?â She said quizzically, looking at Spencer for clarification.
Nodding, Spencer looked over at his friend, âThatâs the colloquial name for restricted license places. Theyâre given to people who are convicted of DUIs, which is actually called an OVI in Ohio. In Ohio, theyâre yellow with red print, and the only state to have something similar is Minnesota where they call them whiskey plates because they all start with the letter W.â
âWell, heâs confident. Maybe too confident, driving around with expired tags and a license plate that already puts a spotlight on him,â Blake said thoughtfully, adding to the profile in her mind. âWe should get this information to Garcia, maybe look for people who recently relocated from Ohio with those plates,â she suggested to Rossi.
Rossi nodded, skillfully flipping the cover back over his notepad and gesturing for Blake to follow him to the conference room, effectively leading Spencer to his own devices. When the nurse left to bring the vials of blood to the lab, he returned to your room, taking his seat on the edge of the room â as far away as he could get while keeping his eyes on you.
He looked up to your bed, catching you staring at him. As soon as you knew you had been caught, you turned your head to the other side, averting your gaze toward the window.
Every thirty minutes or so, Spencer moved the chair approximately five inches closer to you, by four in the morning, he had closed half of the space between you. He kept his eyes on you, watching as you stared thoughtfully at the ceiling. You had that crease between your eyebrows that told him you were thinking too hard, and he had to sit on his hands to stop himself from reaching out and touching it as if he could soothe all of your bad thoughts.
In the doorway, Rossi had appeared, garnering your attention as you propped yourself up on the flat hospital pillows. âWe got him,â Rossi announced to the room, a reserved smile on his face.
Spencer watched as you visibly relaxed on the bed, your face softened as your eyebrows relaxed. Rossi explained some next steps, but he was only half listening, he could only focus on you.
Once Dave was gone, Spencer took a leap of faith and shuffled the chair to your bedside, âHow are you feeling, angel?â He asked, taking up a muted tone.
You stared at him, blinking at him until, eventually, your face crumpled, and you leaned toward him.
Not missing a beat, Spencer stood up from his chair so that he could sit on the edge of your bed, meeting you in the middle, he gently wrapped his arms around you, rubbing small, soothing circles along your back with the flat of his hand.
In the past twenty-eight days, Spencer thought that being reunited with you could fix all of the hurt in his chest, but this, right here, was a different kind of pain. Tears sept through the fabric of his shirt just as soon as they fell from your eyes, and all of the hurt that he had felt before just morphed into a different kind of suffering.
His heart ached at the sight of you in this much pain, so much emotional turmoil that you had silenced yourself. What was he supposed to say in order to comfort you? âYouâre okay,â was wholly false, and âitâs alrightâ felt like a cruel joke. You very clearly werenât okay, and none of this was alright.
âIâm here,â he reassured you, his voice no more than a croak as he tried to swallow his own emotions. âIâm right here,â he repeated, continuing his ministrations on your back until you had cried yourself to sleep.
With your body in its weakened state, Spencer carefully adjusted you onto the bed, making sure none of your tubes or wires were kinked before settling back down in his chair and taking your hand in his.
Around the time the sun came up, your care team came through for morning rounds and woke you up to thoroughly inspect your status. Once they left you to your own devices â with the promise of food in half an hour â Spencer focused all of his attention on trying to coax you into speaking to him.
Tenderly, he dragged a finger across your forehead before continuing down the bridge of your nose, âIâd really like to hear your voice, sweetheart.â His voice was gentle, maintaining a subdued tone in the early hours of the morning.
He watched as you sighed, deflating all of the air in your lungs as you tipped your head to the side, interrupting his movements. âI asked him to do it,â you murmured, voice raspy from lack of use.
âTo do what?â Spencer asked, heart beating a little faster at the sound of your voice. He watched how you nervously gripped a fistful of sheets and looked at him. Only you werenât looking at him, it was more like you were looking through him.
You took a deep, shuddering breath before you answered, âTo kill me.â
The confession weighed heavy on his shoulders, but it wasnât regarding anything against you. It was in the realization that you had been in so much physical and emotional turmoil while in captivity that you had asked for your own death. That even for a moment, you sat in front of a killer and asked for him to end your life as an act of mercy.
Noting Spencerâs lack of response, you continued speaking, âThatâs why he let me go. I begged him to just end it and that took away any appeal for him.â
Last night. You had pleaded on behalf of your own demise last night. Carefully considering his next words, Spencer met your eyes and replied, âThat mustâve taken a lot of courage.â
You faltered for a moment, evidently not having expected those words from him, âWhat are you talking about?â
It made sense to him now, why you wouldnât talk to him or your dad. He felt like such a fool. You had been ashamed because you felt like your abductor had diminished your worth by breaking you down. Spencer knew better, âYou stood your ground. You faced your own death, and you chose that over further suffering. Dying isnât an undignified act, no matter how it comes upon you,â he reminded you, smoothing your hair away from your face as he watched your lip quiver.
âThank you for staying,â you croaked as emotion closed your throat.
Spencer hummed thoughtfully, swiping a rogue tear from your cheek, âYouâre not getting rid of me that easily.â
#criminal minds#spencer reid#criminal minds fanfic#spencer reid fanfic#criminal minds fanfiction#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid fic#criminal minds fic#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid angst#criminal minds angst#margot's requests#spencer reid hurt/comfort#criminal minds hurt/comfort
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riding miguel would literally be a sport omg the way heâd have to lift you up off his lap because your body is too exhausted
riding miguel! (nsfw)
they should considere it to put it up to a olympic sport atp cause itâs something that just takes a lot of time and work. i definitely feel theyâre some days that he would come home and heâll be more than pleased to give you a hand. but not today. heâll come so tired of all the late work that he had to indure. you didnât know how much he crave for it, to have you all by himself. and why not to try something new, now that you had some practice before why not ride him all by yourself. this time, no guidance and definitely not help. at first youâll be a little bit intimidate by it, having him staring at you, full in display, on your own bed, him observing every minute detail of your performance. it felt like your first time all over again (who btw was with miguel ofcđ¤). heâll grab you by the wrist to get close to his throbbing cock, heâs been painfully hard the whole day, thrilled just for this moment, so heâs now very impatient. âcâmon just sit on it babyâ âdonât be acting like a prude right nowâ-. he muttered as you start to accommodate his tip already glassed in pre-cum on your entrance, you had it grabbed by his base giving it slow strokes, as your going in you feel how it slowly rasps making his way into your cavities, you yelp at the feeling, mostly bcs you didnât had any prep. he usually will take his time before fucking you, heâll eat you out and stick his fingers on your tight cunt till itâs fully mixed with both of yâall juices before he can burried his length into you. but not today. he wanted to feel how you strech yourself with his hardness, how good it iâll start to dilatate and contract while his tip reach for the cervix.
as you were making it fit, you were whimper and sobbing mess and miguel could feel how tensed you were, how he was ripping his way up. âhoney. escĂşpeleâ he demanded as youâre half way in. you spit on the palm of your hand and start glazing and rubbing his shaft with the mix of your sticky saliva and arousal. you watched miguel throw his head back off, shutting his eyes. fuck heâs been fantasizing about it for so long. and mind you, you havenât reached to the base yet. abruptly you feel miguelâs hand groping your mushy hips and dragging you all the way down. it felt so violent the way you took him in one sitting, that you cry loudly at being now fulled by him. âfuck thatâs itâ he spit, you cry as you clench tightly on him, and fuck heâs having way too much fun, âahora de nuevoââhe hissed while looking proudly at how well your taking him, such a good girl. you go all the way up again, with one hand on his base trying to keep the control of it, and drop slowly until your inner thighs are crashing with his pelvis, fuck it stings badly, you feel how hard his cock is stretching your walls as well your thighs are starting to cramp and burn as itâs holds your entire body weight. you tried to support your hands on miguels defined abs but he just slapped them away, âdonât fucking try it, put em behindââyou wanted to protest be heâs already giving you that âsay it o youâll regret itâ look. you put them behind as you start going up again, and get down giving little semi circular movements, hissing as it starts to hit the right spot. âfuck.. que apretadita estĂĄsâ- you cry as heâs hitting it, over and over again, your legs burning, the way your hips are loosing the tempo making all the movements messy and desperate for a guidence.
the room has been a mixing sounds of grunts, whimpers and sobbing messes, the filthy noises of the headboard slamming and the loud sounds of skin slapping as your crushing down hard and squirming all over him. miguel throwing his head back groaning and mutting the dirtiest praises âfuckk..such. a dirty. slutâ âstop crying or iâll be worseâ. heâll constantly switch his grip between your hips or your bouncing tits, heâll twisted and squeez it. he fucking enjoying it watching your tired body starting to collapse. your pretty eyes closed, trying to endure all the pain and pleasure coming from all the parts that his hands and cock are abusing. the minutes you been on and on itâs almost miracle that you didnât faint, as he sees you getting all flustered and sweaty heâll grab you by the face, âdonât. fucking. stopââ.you can feel now his thumb digging dip in your jaw, making you gasp. you feel your full body start trembling, you try to inhale and exhale but your lower back and thighs went on shock. the exhaustion in your face as you implored and begged for miguel's help. until you just can't help it anymore and drop your weakened body on top of him. miguel inmidiatly will embrace you in warm and intimate hug, lift you up off his lap, stand up while heâs still inside you. he'll leave a trace of kisses from your collarbone up to your face whispering how good you were and now he's gonna take care of you.
pd: the stamina of this guy GOD heâs probably goes on an on all night đ¤
trad:
-spit on it
-now again
-youâre so tight
#.đĽ Ý Ëeyzaâs mail#miguel oâhara x reader#miguel o'hara#miguel oâhara smut#spiderman 2099#miguel oâhara x you#spiderverse
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Coincidentally, I booked the movers for November 19th which is exactly 1 month after I started paying rent at the new place, October 19th. Means nothing really but it's interesting to me that's the day I had to book. It could have been a month plus or minus a few days. But it wasn't.
This time next week all my furniture and belongings are going to be loaded into an 800 sq ft apartment and I'm going to be ignoring all of it, watching TV in person together with my best friend instead of online over discord for a change.
Today we went to Toronto and when we got back to the carpool lot where we meet up when I'm in my old town, they gave me a hug. I don't know why, other than that they know I love when they hug me and probably because today I was more tired and withdrawn than usual from packing/stressing and I think they just wanted to cheer me up.
I love them more than words can describe and it's absolutely crazy to me that a mere year and a half after meeting them, I'm putting my whole trust in them and moving to their property. They are the centre of my world after being so lost and alone for the last 3 and a half years. They are the only light I've had in some real dark moments. I hope I can meet new people out there and not rely on them for everything soon like I've had to this past year because I'm scared to saddle them with this burden for any longer than need to. They met me at such a low point in my life and for some reason they have loved me through it all, despite having just met me, and they have done more for me than anyone else has ever been able to. They had a unique opportunity to help and they jumped at it when they could have just... not.
Packing up this house that was supposed to be home for my kid and me is so scary and emotional. Moving to a place where my friend and their family are the only people I know, and living on their property, being entirely vulnerable and dependent on them is so scary and emotional. But here I am. Alive because of this chance to leave where I am and escape so many of the things that haunt me. Going somewhere where I'm loved. Somewhere where my flaws are all very known and yet not once has my friend revoked their love and care or told me I'm being dramatic or that I'm too much.
It's so hard to wrap my head around.
#last month dnd got canceled so we had academic hour where my friend and another from our party did homework and i just sat in#cuz im a huge nerd and likr school#my friend made a comment about how theyd known the other person for 10 years and me for only 1.5 years#but that its been a ''very intense'' year and a half#and it made me laugh cuz yeah wow we got real intense real fast#april 29 is when they asked to add me to fb and then turned their phone off for the weekend#and i spent all weekend in a bpd euphoria and joking to my kid that im so gay i want to move out to that area already#we hadnt even started talking outside of work but i was dead infatuated đ#then 11 months later they did ask me to move out there. not only to their region but to their actual farm#that will never not be funny to me. i mean the reason for moving is entirely diffrrent than it was that first weekend but.#here i go.#i dont really know how we got here or why things clicked like they did but yeah its been a short and intense friendship. thats fir sure#in 7 days im going to be there for good. my house will hit the market 3 days after that. theres no coming back. im all in.#i dont know if i have ever trusted anyone like this before. ive had multiple opportunities to move in with people i dated#one included moving to a new country. i just about went. backed out at the last minute bc i couldnt trust him.#all the times i had known the people longer than ive known this friend. but no one has ever felt as safe as this person.#so here i am.#its so scary and emotional.#personal#o
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the guy from the record
store wasn't a guy?
ellie williams fanfic
ââ chapter 1 wc: 1.9k
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you've recently discovered this record shop, the perfect place to find everything of the new kind of music you've just gotten into, rock. your friends wouldn't share this interest with you but maybe the cute guy from the store will.
ââ he/him pronous are used for ellie sometimes but it's for plot purposes i swear !!
BASED ON THE GUY SHE WAS INTERESTED IN WASN'T A GUY AT ALL !!!! i love that manga so much i needed an ellie version so i did it myself. of course this is going to be shorter and pleeaase go read it i swear you won't regret it <3 i hardly recommend you to listen to the manga's playlist too, i'll add some of the songs to this fanfic. literally all i want is my lesbians to have the recognition they deserve. ALSO green is the characteristic color of that manga so i'll be using it here too, everything will be green bc we love green lesbians.
another warning, english is not my first language so you may find some mistakes.
it's been a long day at school but at least the week of exams has ended and you've done pretty good. "i deserve a prize" you think to yourself while your feet guide you out of the building. certainly the exams drained you, the only thing you want to do now is take a long nap to catch up on sleep.
walking down the sidewalk, you put on your headphones which have been your best friends for the last few months when you discovered this band nirvana. it is in fact a popular band but in your friend group? no, not at all. your friends prefer other kind of music. pop, kpop, even jazz, but rock? impossible.
so you find yourself unable to share your new music taste with your friends. even if you beg them to give it a chance, they'll refuse it every time. this is definitely the worst, how are you supposed to fully enjoy this work of art only by yourself? they definitely don't understand what good music is, if only they gave it a chance you could-
just when the music from your headphones stopped, you could still hear one of your favorite songs smells like teen spirit coming from a... record store?
your mind is full of questions, since when has been this store here? this is just 5 minutes away from school and you've never noticed it. maybe this is the prize you deserve for having successfully passed all your exams. buying your very first vinyl will surely be the boost of serotonin you need.
you took off your headphones before getting into the store and quickly walked to check all the beautiful vinyls. the excitement could be seen in your eyes, all the vinyls of your favorite bands in one store and you're even considering finding a job, buying everything of this store is not a want but a necessity. this must be heaven.
after what felt like seconds but were actually 20 long minutes, you finally make your choice and find the vinyl that'll have the privilege to be your very first and most appreciated acquisition.
you turn around, walk towards the shop counter and just then realize how rude of you was not to greet the old man at the store. however, you don't care that much, he should understand that you were too excited to even speak and... was it an old man? did you even look at the person who was next to you the last 20 minutes?
"i'll take this" you place the vinyl on the counter before looking up at the person in front of you.
but now, you reassure one more time that you're not on earth anymore. this is definitely heaven, or maybe something greater because the angel in front of you isn't from this planet at all. green eyes, auburn hair drawn back in a messy bun, a scar on one eyebrow, black clothes with a nirvana t-shirt, an arm tattoo and a mask. this is the most gorgeous guy you've seen in your entire life and you were rude to him, you didn't talk to him for this entire time.
"i love this one" he gave you your new purchase in a bag "you have good taste" that raspy voice that'll live in your mind rent free for an eternity, you're sure about that.
meanwhile, your mind has been spinning for the last 30 seconds. a cute guy with a stunning style and majestic music taste, you've seen only his eyes but you can already imagine a life with him where you get married and play your favorite songs in your wedding.
"thanks, you too. bye" and just like that the conversation ended. you're definitely not the most flirtatious person but you didn't ask him anything, maybe it was too soon to ask for his number but not even his name? really? you can already hear your friends scolding you but at least you remember half of his face and that's enough to be delusional the following months until you find another crush.
8 in the morning and you've been talking for half an hour to your friends about this cute guy from the record store. of course they scolded you for not asking his name but your excitement couldn't be taken away that easily. no other boy from your school has ever made you feel like this, no one called your attention like he did.
"is there any possibility that you see your boy again?" dina, your best friend asked "and maybe ask him out"
"dina!" you frowned as if she had just said the craziest thing you've heard in your life "it's too soon for that. but as soon as i see him again i'll ask him his name" you started kicking your feet "and he'll fall in love with me."
dina and your bursted out laughing and spent the whole morning planning your future life with someone you saw once.
maybe you've been talking too loud or maybe she doesn't like you, but the girl next to you has been glancing at you and dina and she seemed a little too much interested in your conversation.
ellie. you've been classmates for almost a year but you two never spoke. she's like any other girl at school. she wears the same uniform as you, a white shirt and a gray skirt. she also wears these square glasses and she has her headphones on most of the time.
she seems like one of those nerds but one that doesn't participate that much in class. she comes to class, listens to the professors and goes home. you've never seen her talking to any other classmates but she seems comfortable only drawing on her notebook and listening to something on her headphones, it's not that you don't like her, but you haven't had the opportunity to get to know her.
but today she seemed quite distracted and instead of focusing on the class, she was focused on you. she seemed nervous, maybe she wanted to join the conversation and make some friends?
however, the bell rang. you were too busy talking about your new guy to try to figure out why ellie's been looking at you more than usual. you began to pack up your belongings; notebook, pencil case, some other books and, are you forgetting something?
the moment you're getting up from your seat, you can feel ellie's presence approaching you. you stare up at her for a few seconds and before you can say something, her hand reached your ear and put on one of your earbuds.
"you dropped this" your eyebrows furrowed, did she always had those pretty green eyes?
the song that you'd been listening on loop nothing at all was playing on your earbuds loud enough for her to listen to it "that song rocks, doesn't it?" and just like that she walked out the door leaving you completely confused. you're sure you've seen those eyes before, you think that maybe for a split second you stopped looking at ellie as your classmate and maybe... someone else.
on the other hand, ellie has been walking in silence staring at her feet while her mind is about to explode because the girl who sits next to her, her classmate and one of the most popular girls at school, has met and is interested in a guy who works at the record store. but no guy works there, just ellie.
she got a part time job and she's been working there for a few months but that was the first time she saw you there. you didn't recognize her though, since the style she has at her job is the opposite of the one she has at school.
probably the best option is to tell you the truth, the guy you're interested in isn't a guy and is actually the boring, nerdy girl from school, the girl you'd never talk to because that would only ruin your reputation, or at least that's what ellie thinks.
ellie thought that her job should be boring and only boring, she didn't want to have to deal with something else than that. and now that girl has a crush on her, or she has a crush on the person she thinks ellie is.
fortunately, ellie's job is calm. not many people visit the store so she spends her first hours of work tidying the place, not paying much attention to the store itself.
while cleaning at the back of the store, ellie heard the ring of the little bell on the door warning the presence of a client. she sighed and fixed her clothes before getting into the store again but got surprised when she noticed that the client was actually you.
if it weren't for the music playing at the store, the place would have been in complete silence. no one was on sight when you walked in so the sound coming from the back of the store scared you and you jumped. "you scared me, i didn't know you were here" you giggled nervously.
"have you been looking forward to it that much?" you were starting to stutter when the green eyed spoke in what seemed a flirty way. "no- i mean! the new foo fighters album" she interrupted herself "you were looking forward to it because you wanted to buy it, right?" she tried to hide her shaky voice, did she just accidentally flirt with you?
"i swear it's so good, you can hear it a thousand times and it'll still sound amazing. also, i know you like nirvana too because you bought the vinyl. you'll love it, i totally recommend it."
you were in a dream, did you just exchange more than two words with that guy? and he was showing a lot of interest it seemed unreal. you'd be a fool if you mess this up.
"i really want to buy it but uhm..." your pockets were empty, you spent all your money in that vinyl and being an unemployed student is not helpful to your situation "i'm a bit short of money right now" not to say that you're dry.
"i'm sorry but i-" yet she didn't let you finish your sentence "i bought this one for myself. you can have it and tell me your opinion when you return it."
he couldn't be more charming to you. only 5 minutes talking and you had already fell down on your knees. "thank you. you can give me your number so that i can bring it back." your hand sweating for you've finally made a move on who you thought was the guy from your dreams.
"no," no? he rejected you just like that, he didn't even a think a second to answer your question "it's just... i can't use my phone at work."
laying on the counter in front of you was a black ink pen which you quickly grabbed and started writing your phone number on his wrist next to his tattoo.
ellie looked at you stunned, she was glad she was wearing a mask because her cheeks had turned crimson. she noticed your hand shaking and that was the moment she realized the trouble she'd gotten into.
"i thought that if i wrote it on a paper, you'd lose it." the music playing in the background just made the atmosphere between you two dreamlike. you waved and smiled at him as you left the store hoping your burning cheeks would go unnoticed. not only did you have someone to share your interests with but also it was someone who you were crushing on really hard.
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â°â⤠â lee know x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni | kinktober '24: voice kink
tags : pwp (without plot), voice kink, established relationship, birthday shenanigans, kitchen setting (but no food involved in what actually⌠goes on), teasing, lee know being a little shit, as in he literally does not let you live down your voice kink, heavy petting, fingering, dirty talk (a lot), praise, use of pet names "honey" "baby". lmk if i missed any tags!
wc : 1.6k
an : ur girl finally has electricity so im MAKING IT BEFORE THE NIGHT ENDS HERE just a little something before the end of the day bc i wouldn't have wanted to miss lee know's birthday for the world <3
taglist : @love-and-deepstrays
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He would use his birthday privileges to the fullest, and you'd realize, sometimes the voice of an angel did not belong to an angel. Not that you were complaining.
"Mhm, just like that. That's it, baby, keep goingâŚ"
His voice rang through, nearly snaking all over your body, goosebumps raising on the surfact of your skin. It was smooth, and delicate, andâ
And sweet.
That was how you would describe it.
His voice was like honey in your ears as he leaned against the counter beside you, looking over your shoulder the tiniest bit just to see what you were doing. If you were actually following his instructions, if the dish was turning out right⌠The two of you had crowded over the pot in front of you as you stirred, a recipe you'd tried out from him, under his guidance.
Apparently, you'd been successful so far.
Yet it wasn't the praise that had you drawing a breath, but the way that he said it.
"Mmm⌠It smells good, don't you think, honey?"
The only thought in your head was that it was simply unfair for him to call you by the name, when you thought such a word could only be used to describe him.
Glancing over at him, you could see his eyes widen with pleasant anticipation. He wasn't focusing on your reaction, that much you were sure of. And part of you felt grateful for it.
It had been like this for most of the day. True, you had always had a special sort of adoration for his voice, and yet, today of all days, it was sincerely doing a number on you.
You couldn't have known if it was because it was his birthday, or something else entirely.
He had one request for his birthday this year: nothing fancy, nothing extreme, just⌠time spent with you. It had been busy for him and the boys, and today was one day he was allowed to kick back and relax without having to worry about his obligations for a momentâyou knew that. So you'd respected his wish, and the two of you had agreed for there to be no surprises, none of the fancy things, and you'd learn to cook a new dish together for lunch.
It was going well.
It should have been⌠aside from the fact that, on your end, you felt as if your body had been lit on fire.
Each time he spoke, each time he would give you an instruction, or a little bit of praise⌠It felt like being doused in the smoothness of it; slick, and heavy, and all-consuming. Your body felt wrapped around in his voice in all its entirety. Every word felt like a caress, and your mind would wander.
The things he could make you do with that voice⌠the things he could make you feel.
With how your knees would feel weak, it was purely a wonder how you'd managed to get through this much of the day at all.
"Sweetheart? Hiiii? Helloooo?"
Eyes wide, you jumped back with a start, seeing his fingers snapping in front of you. Your head turned to look at him in surprise, and there was a cute little frown of concern on his faceânot that it would make you feel any less sheepish.
"Spacing out?" he leaned in to peer at you, and there was a light tone to his voice this time that almost lead you to believe he was teasing. "I was saying, we can put the foil over it now and let it slow cook."
"Oh, um⌠right⌠yeahâŚ"
Gaze shifting, you nearly stumbled as you move to get the foil, and you could practically feel his amused stare burning holes into the back of his head.
You should have known.
There was very little you could do to throw him off, even if you truly tried.
Before you could do anything else, he reached over to turn the stove off, and promptly moved to corner you against the counter. The roll of foil you'd been holding dropped to the floor, and you looked at him, eyes wide.
"Baby," he drawled, his voice laced with pure, unobstructed mirth. "What's gotten into you?"
Your back was tightly pressed against the counter. His arms were on either side of you.
You were caged.
And, well, you could try, if you wanted to.
You could try to lie.
But that was it: try. And that trial would be unsuccessful. Every fiber in your body was telling you that it would be.
You wondered if there had ever been anyone who was successful with it when it came to him.
"M-MinhoâŚ" you breathe out his name, swallowing thickly.
"Yes, baby?"
He was unfair.
His breath ghosted over your skin as he leaned in closer, closer, just so you could hear him right next to your ear.
He knew.
"M-Minhâ"
"You're soooooo obvious, you know."
When he spoke again, his voice dropped an octave lower, and you could practically hear the grin in his voice. Your only response was a helpless squeak. Your eyes shut closed. There was absolutely no way you'd be escaping this.
He continued to speak.
"I can't believe you're getting turned on by this⌠It's my voice, right, honey?" he laughed softly. "Ahh⌠what've you been thinking about?"
Your cheeks heated up, and shook your head. "Th-that's⌠I'm not going to say it!"
"No?"
"No!"
A lick at your earlobe, and he did it againâlower. "Are you sure, baby? It's my birthday, you know⌠I thought I get to do what I want?"
An involuntary shiver shot up through your spine, and you couldn't help it anymore. The soft moan that left your lips was barely there, but it was there.
And he heard it.
"Tsk, tsk. Guess I'll have to speak your thoughts for you, then."
You truly, truly wouldn't have needed to look at him to see his eyes crinkled up in amusement, the corner of his lips turned up into a slight smirk.
"How aboutâŚ"
His lips moved to your neck, placing a trail of kisses down to your collarbone.
"My hands all over you⌠grazing over your skin, aaalll the places I know you loveâŚ" As if intending to follow through with his words, his hands snaked under your shirtâhis shirtâto trail over your body.
The whimper you let out earned you a hum of satisfaction.
He continued.
"No? Not enough?" he smiled. "Hmm, then⌠Were you also thinking aboutâŚ" His hands moved lower, lower. Moving with his words, they found the waistband of your panties and slowly began to pull them down. "This, maybe? My fingers teasing your pretty little pussy?"
Your breathing became shallow.
Your eyes glazed over as you met his gaze, and he had the audacity to chuckle.
The truth was that he was barely touching you. Even as the pads of his fingers traced every outline of your body, even if they squeezed at your thighs, even as they moved tantalizingly closer to where you needed them the mostâ
That wasn't it.
He knew that.
It was why he stood grinning at you, teasing you with his touches, and⌠speaking.
"Ohh⌠Or, maybe that's not it. Maybe my baby was thinking about being fucked by me." His voice took on a melifluous tone, low, and sweet, and perfect, and it was enough to coax a moan from your body. "Yeah? Having me bend you over the counter, slide my cock into that perfect pussy of yours⌠Is that it?"
He leaned in again, this time focusing his attention to your other ear, as he brought his voice to a whisper.
"And that's not all I'd do. 'Cause I'd have my lips pressed against your ear just like this, giving you slooww, teasing thrusts while I tell you how much I need youâŚ"
Without much of a warning, his fingers slid into your hole, the sensation of being filled combining with the pure sense of euphoria his voice was drenching you in, and you moaned. Louder this time, with nothing to hold you backâyour head threw back in pleasure, and his laugh⌠his fucking laugh.
You couldn't even begin to understand how worked up he had gotten you by simply hearing him speak, and as he lifted your legs onto the counter to spread you more clearly for him, there was little in you to refuse.
Instead, you caved.
"Y-yes!" you cried out, hips bucking into his hand. "Y-you and your goddamn voice⌠s'not fair, Minho!"
He grinned. "It's not fair? But you look so pretty like this, honey. It makes me so happy I can reduce you to⌠this⌠with just⌠my⌠voiceâŚ"
As he spoke, he once again lowered into a breathy whisper, air hitting the shell of your ear as he thrustâunfairlyâin time with his words.
"Hnnâ M-Minho-!"
"Mhm, just like that. That's it, baby, keep goingâŚ"
The same words.
The same exact words.
They rang clear in your head, the added sultriness to the way he said it now only making you keen with pleasure.
"Ahâ I-I'mâŚ! I'mâ"
"Close, baby? Yeah? Wanna cum?"
Sweet.
That was how you could describe it.
Like honey to your ears, smooth, and alluring, andâ
And perfect.
With a cry of his name, your hips stuttered, orgasm crashing through your body like waves on a shore.
All the while, he whispered soothing, sweet, sweet nothings into your ear, before he pulled out his fingers to suck them clean.
"MmmâŚ" He grinned at you. "Like icing on a cake."
You were in his arms in barely a minute, squealing as he lifted you up from the counter:
"Not done yet, honey. I gotta claim my birthday present properly."
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⢠james potter x fem!reader
⢠summary: modern restaurant au; it's your first day on the job and james is your trainer . Ýâ âš . ÝË . Ý 2.4k
⢠warnings/tags: is profanity a tw pls lmk actually, coworker!james, coworker!marauders, accidentally wrote an anxious!reader, trying out that headcannon where remus is a bit of a hothead, only lightly grammar checking this series bc i just wanna have fun w it
⢠the new hire masterlist ⥠main masterlist
note: here, bc i gotta chill and write something light for once. i think this will be an ongoing fic. also im not beating the mentioning tea in ever fic allegations anytime soon how does this always happen.
âWelcome in! How many in your party?â
âOh! No, Iâm Y/N. Itâs my first day.â Your fingers pitter patter nervously on the host stand.
âYouâre the new waitress!â the bubbly hostess exclaims, âIâm Mary! Itâs so nice to meet you. Stay right there, Iâll go get the manager.â
She disappears into the busy restaurant, leaving you rocking back and forth on your heels nervously.
Mary, you repeat the name in your mind, recalling what she looked like so that you wouldnât forget who the name belongs to. You had a thing with learning namesâyou just hated forgetting them. It felt so humiliating to have to ask someone to remind you of their name. One time, you worked with someone for months and their name lived on the tip of your tongue the entire time. Luckily, they quit before it ever came up.
âThere she is! Ready for day one?â The manager, Nate, greeted as he followed Mary back to the host stand.
Not in the slightest. You always hated first days, with all the pressure to make a good impression. Not to mention itâs only the start to the slow climb over the learning curve. You hold out hope that everyone will be as nice as Mary seemed, it would make today a lot easier.
âReady as Iâll ever be,â you say, straightening out your black shirt. The dress code for this job was essentially the color black from head to toe. You used the lack of a formal uniform to your advantage, expressing your personal style as much as you could within the confines of business casual.
Nate clapped his hand together, âRight, first up is a tour and introductions. I have all your paperwork already, right? So, after that weâll get you in an apron and find someone for you to shadow.â
âSounds good,â you try sounding cheery and excited, only for you to start worrying about whether or not you sound too eager.
âSo, front of house is up first. Youâve already met Mary, our lovely hostessââ
Marry wiggles her fingers at you as a playful wave while she takes a phone call, âYes, we do takeout!â
âYou donât need to worry about the host stand, but Iâll show you the book so you can get a feel for the sections and how we operate. Weâll only give you a small group of tables at firstâŚâ
You try to commit everything Nate says to memory, wanting to do well here. You really need this job. Rent isnât cheap, especially without roommates. And you really donât want a roommate. Plus this place pays their servers well, so you want to be good at it. You really really need to listen to Nate if youâre gonna be good at this.
But, jeez, Nate seems like he loves to talk. Heâs going on and on and on and youâre fighting back a yawn when Mary swoops in like a hero, telling Nate she needs the book back to make a reservation.
âSure, I think youâve got the idea of it anyway, right?â Nate asks.
You blink, âOh, yeah. Sure do!â
Shit, you think. You totally zoned out.
âGreat, let me show you to the bar,â Nate says, already walking away.
Another reason why you really want to work here was for the ambiance. Itâs a contemporary place with a grungy interior, all while remaining slightly upscale for restaurants in this area. Another upside was the live music. If youâre gonna be working, at least let it be somewhere nice with good music.
âSirius! New serverâs here,â Nate interrupts the bartender whoâs in the process of mixing up a cocktail. You introduce yourself with a shy smile as you study him, trying to make a permanent link between his name and face in your mind.
Sirius the bartenderâmischievous gray eyes and long black hair. He wears half of it tied up in the back of his head, surly to avoid having it fall in his face while he mixes drinks.
He puts the shaker down and rolls up the sleeves of his satin black dress shirt, âHey there, doll, yâalright? Natey not being too boring for ya?â
âAlright, back to work, Sirius.â Nate says, sounding snappy.
You follow Nate to the back of the restaurant.
âThis is the kitchenââ
âWho the fuck rang in scallops? Weâve been 86 scallops all fucking day.â
âDonât look at me! Was probably James, the bloody dolt.â
âThis seems like a bad time,â Nate spins on his heels and ushers you out of the kitchen quickly, âWhoever trains you will get you acclimated to the kitchen later. Thatâs Remus, just so you know, head chef.â
You nod, not having anything else to say as you begin to worry everyone wonât be as nice as Mary.
You want to take a moment to commit Remusâ name to memory like you had Sirius and Maryâs, but you only caught a glimpse of him. Still, you were sure you wouldnât forget who the name belonged to now that youâve had such a lovely first impression.
Next, Nate takes you down a hall, past the bathrooms, to show you his office and the staff area complete with a rickety table for breaks and some lockers. In the corner are two plastic bins with fading sharpie scrawled across the front of them: CLEAN and DIRTY. Nate reaches into the âcleanâ bin and picks out a slate gray apron.
He hands it to you, and you try to tie it the way the server in the kitchen had it. Nate starts leading you back out into the dining room as you continue to fiddle with the ties.
As you dart around the restaurant, the âfast-paced environmentâ detail from the job listing is really starting to materialize, and this was only the tour.
âRight, now where are my bloody servers.â Nate mutters under his breath, âSlacking off by the host stand, of course.â
Thereâs two servers at the host stand: a girl with red hair hanging in two braids on either side of her face and a tall boy with glasses. Theyâre huddled with Mary, looking like theyâre sharing hot gossip.
You and Nate make it to the host stand at the same time as the other server from the kitchen.
âHey, team!â Nate says, but it falls on deaf ears.
âChefâs fuckinâ pissed at you,â she says to Glasses.
âWhat I do!?â He asks, whipping his body out of the huddle. Mary and the red-haired girl keep talking without him.
âThinks you rang in some scallops,â she shrugs, blowing a strand of blonde hair out of her face.
âWhy would I do that? Weâre 86.â
âYeah, but I forgot,â she says nonchalantly, leaning her back against the host stand.
âAnd you let him think it was me!?â
âOh yeah, obviously. Anyway, I should probably go tell my table theyâre not getting their scallops.â
âServers!â Nate interrupts loudly, finally making your four new coworkers quiet down. You feel all eyes suddenly train on you. You smile through the uncomfortable sensation of your stomach lurching.
âWe have a new member joining our team today. Please give a warm welcome to Y/N.â
âHi,â you flash a smile to the new faces in front of you.
âWelcome!â The red-haired girl returns a bright smile of her own, âIâm Lily, I love your earrings.â
âMarlene,â the blonde says plainly.
And finallyâ
âHiya, Love. Iâm James,â the one with glasses says coolly as he rests an elbow on the host stand. He exudes confidence, and it makes you want to shrink into yourself.
You try to study the three of them to commit names to faces.
Lilyâfiery red hair, kind eyes, and a fair complexion with a sprinkling of freckles.
Marleneâyou like the way her blonde hair is cut into a shag. She also kind of intimidates you, so you really want to remember her name.
Jamesâglasses, tousled dark hair, very attractive. That last part probably wasnât a necessary attribute to help you remember his name, but it was true. He has a tall, toned frame that wouldâve made him seem intimidating if not for the way his eyes transformed into the physical embodiment of sunshine when he smiled. Were your hands getting sweaty?
âAlright, great. Introductions are done, now I need someone to be a trainer.â Nate claps his hands together, waiting for a volunteer.
âI have to go give a table bad news, so-â
Nate cuts Marlene off before she can hastily run away, âWasnât gonna ask you anyway.â
James is eyeing you, sizing you up it seems, when he pipes up, âIâll do it.â
Marlene snorts. âWerenât you saying an hour ago that Nate better not dump the-â
âI have no idea what youâre talking about, Marls,â James says through clenched teeth, glaring sideways at her.
You felt like quitting on the spot, thinking that you were obviously a burden on these people. Being a burden to James, specifically, felt particularly embarrassing. It had your face heating up.
âGreat! Thanks James,â Nate says, âY/N, youâre in good hands. Iâll be in the office if you need anything. The rest of you, get back to work!â
With a reluctant groan from Marlene and a ânice to meet youâ from Lily, the small crowd disperses. All except for you and James.
âIâm sorry you got saddled with training me.â
âAw man, no! Marlene was just-â James cuts himself off with a sigh, âFine, I didnât think Iâd want to train today. But I changed my mind, so donât feel like youâre a burden or something, alright?â
James seems pretty genuine, so you digress. Not without a joke first, though.
âJust remember you asked for it later when you get tired of me.â
âI have a feeling thatâs not gonna happen,â James says, a certain playfulness dancing in his eyes.
As a new party walks into the restaurant, James leads you toward a nearby order station so that youâll be out of the way.
âSo, youâre gonna wanna forget everything Nate told you,â he says as you walk, âIâm gonna show you how we actually run this place.â He shoots a boyish smirk over his shoulder.
âThat shouldnât be very hard, I donât think I was awake for any of it,â you admit with a chuckle.
âOoh, Iâm gonna like you!â James swings his body around when you reach the order station, âWe love Nate slander here. Behind his back of course.â
âThatâs worrisome,â you say, trying to find a comfortable way to lean against the terminal. You end up just standing up straight, âHe seemed kind of nice.â
âYou ever work in a restaurant before?â James leans toward you, looking coy, and you do your best not to shrink away from him.
âYeah, I was a hostess.â
âYou ever been friends with any of your old managers?â
You think about it for a minute, âNo.â
âExactly,â James leans back and you feel your shoulders relax at once. âHeâs alright, but heâs still the boss. Plus, itâs good for server morale to have a common enemy.â
James earns a laugh from you, and he smiles brightly as if itâs the biggest honor.
âSo, when do you get off?â
âIâm closing, I think.â
âNate has you closing on your first shift? Diiiiick move.â
âHe asked first and I told him I could handle it.â
âHe shouldnât have asked.â James insists, then he waves it off as if deciding whatâs done is done, âThatâs alright, youâll be able to stick with me. But in light of that, Iâll make today easy for you. You can watch while I take orders, and Iâll show you how I ring them all in here,â James pats the POS terminal, âAnd you can help me get bread and refills out to tables mostly. I wonât make you take orders today âcoz itâs a bit rowdy in here, but maybe if weâre sat with an easy table weâll see how youâre feeling.â
You nod along, not having anything to say, not that you had the chance. James is a fast talker and youâre beginning to notice how full of energy he is. Itâs a tad amusing, and itâs beginning to show on your face.
âWhat?â James asks, eyes flicking down to your growing smile.
With a slight shake of your head, you say, âYou a big coffee drinker?â
âYâknow, I get that a lot,â James reaches into the underside of the order station, and pulls out a canned beverage, âBut Iâm partial to these.â
Your face scrunches up as James takes a sip of what you like to call battery acid in a can.
James makes a big show of acting refreshed, emitting a long sigh when the can leaves his lips, âNot your cup of tea, I take it?â James raises an eyebrow.
âMy cup of tea would be actual tea. Or coffee-â
âCoffeeâs any better?â
âA million times, yes.â
âI beg to differ.â
âYou canât be serious.â
Jamesâ eyes light up like youâve just handed him a prize, âYouâre right, thatâs the bartender. âAve you met him?â
It takes you a moment to register what he means, and then youâre rolling your eyes, âOh, Iâm gonna hear that joke a lot from you arenât I?â
âYouâre gonna hear that joke all day from everyone, Love, itâs a house favorite.â
As youâre about to quip back, Lily squeezes between you two to ring in some food.
âJames, enough flirting. Some of your tables are starting to look pissed,â she says, tapping on the screen quickly to get the order in.
âIâm not flirting,â James protests, but the wink he shoots you begs to differ.
Lily takes a break from noting modifications for a sandwich order to look at you, âJames is always flirting, youâll learn to ignore him.â
James is looking at you over her shoulder, shaking his head and swirling his index finger by the side of hers, mouthing âsheâs crazy.â
As Lily resumes removing tomatoes from the order, she catches James in the act and swats his hand away, âSeriously, James, theyâre starting to flag me down because they havenât seen you in ages.â
James clutches his hand close to his chest. His eyes flit between you and Lily, a mock-horrified look on his face that communicates âsee, I told you sheâs crazy!â
âWho?â he asks.
âYour tables, you dunce,â Lily hisses, but there are notes of humor in her voice.
James bares his teeth as grimaces and checks his wrist for a watch that doesnât exist, âBollocks, look at the time. Come Y/N, Iâll show you how to turn an angry table into a happy one.â
You have to stifle a laugh as you follow James to his tables, mentally adding him to the list of reasons why you really want to work here.
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you know you got me in your pocket - okkotsu yuuta
word count: 13k warnings: light swearing. reader has a cursed technique that has to do with healing but i donât explain it bc iâm lazy. summary: the path from friends to lovers may take time but it is a simple, true love they share more info: ultimate friends to lovers fic this IS the template a/n: loosely based on this fanart i found on pinterest and also the song always forever by cults bcuz i love that song its so friends to lovers coded ___
[ you and me, always, forever ]
Unlike most cases of friends who harbor crushes for each other but never seemed to figure it out, (y/n) had taken a liking to Yuuta the day they met. Sheâd known right away that there was something about him that drew her to him like a magnet, something adorably mysterious, strangely alluring, and completely thrilling.
Seeing him on campus wasnât a surprise. Gojo had told her about his recruitment, and upon giving her further detail sheâd lovingly told him it was more of a kidnapping. Heâd laughed. And since then nothing had really changed. She continued her studies with Shoko in the infirmary, only occasionally seeing the Six Eyes when he needed a new audience to bother, and in fact, sheâd almost forgotten the news of a new student her age.
Itâs not like there were many instances where she could be reminded. She didnât see the other students at Jujutsu Tech often, since they spent their time training to be sorcerers, while her cursed technique was more equipped for the behind the scenes of jujutsu society. Â
So when she feels a heavy presence of cursed energy looming through the front gates, the hair on the back of her neck stands up, and sheâs unusually drawn out of her studies to scan the area for the source of the prickle traveling down her spine.
If she didnât know better, she might have just assumed it was just Gojo. But it only takes a split second for her to identify this as someone else entirely. Sheâs not sure if her shiver is due to fear or intrigue, but either way she just has to learn more, doesnât she?Â
And so you could imagine her surprise when she finally catches the sight of the sorcerer carrying all of this cursed energy, dragging along the main path on his way to the main building. She canât recall his name right away, but she assumes heâs the new kid that Gojo had told her about a week or so prior.
Sheâs far enough away that she doesnât get a good look at him, but she can see enough from where she sits amongst the trees. Heâs not at all what she had been expecting.
He didnât look like the piece of shit egotistical douchebag that she had assumed heâd be when Gojo had told her about him.
And if she couldnât feel the cursed energy radiating off of him even from this far away, she mightâve thought he was a non-sorcerer altogether.
His shoulders sagged like gravity was heavier on him than most people. He moved slowly. His sneakers scraped along the pavement. His hands were fiddling with each other anxiously, fingers catching and pulling and twisting over and over.
Perhaps she was letting her curiosity make her naive, but any fear she might have felt when he first entered the courtyard dissipated as she tracked his awkward movements towards the school. Awkward. It was the perfect way to describe her first impression of him.
He hadnât seemed to notice her during her assessment of him. And this was proven when their paths did properly cross.
It had happened late one evening, shortly after Yuutaâs initial admittance to Jujutsu Tech. It only took one text from Shoko for her to be out of bed, in her uniform, and on her way to the infirmary. Apparently, Yuuta was also racing around campus, for whatever reason, and thatâs how he (almost literally) ran into her.
âOh!âÂ
His greeting was just as awkward as her first impression of him. She canât help but laugh a little bit. Heâs clearly flustered, his eyes wide and his mouth not making any proper words, and the large knife in his hand looks severely out of place.
But he must see her look straight at it while heâs trying to figure out how to politely ask who the hell she was because heâs never seen her before- because suddenly he remembers how to speak.
âThis isnât mine!âÂ
He doesnât mean to shriek, but he feels like he should explain why heâs running around at night with a knife. It doesnât dawn on him at all that sheâs used to people casually carrying weapons around, and this little knife isnât even close to being a concern for her.
Nonetheless, she goes along with it. She should be rushing to the infirmary, but something keeps her put before him.
âOh?â She tries not to laugh as she takes in his heavy wince. âWhile I find your courage outstanding, Iâm not sure this is the place you want to go stealing peopleâs knives,â Sheâs only teasing, but it does nothing to relieve the panic on his face. âYou know, cause people around here donât need knives to kill you,âÂ
Yuuta swallows, and (y/n) finally gives him a break and shakes her head as she laughs to herself.
He expresses his anxiousness in small shuffles of his feet, and he tries to laugh along but the sound is strained and nervous. If she knew him better and understood him, she likes to think sheâd tell him to lighten up, but that feels like a bold step, so she tries to ease his anxiety with more subtlety.
âYou didnât spook me with that knife,â She clarifies. âIâd be more scared of all that cursed energy youâve got, if anythingâÂ
âO-ohâÂ
âBut Iâm not,â She tells him, matter-of-factly.
He gives her a look like heâs not sure if he should believe her. With the way the other students had reacted when they first met, heâs surprised she doesnât have him in a chokehold right now. Instead, she stands before him without a defensive stance, and she gives him a small smile.
âBut⌠what are you doing out this late?â She canât help but have curiosity about what he was doing there in the first place. âArenât you all going out on an assignment first thing in the morning?â
Normally, she didnât listen much when Gojo rambled on about his teachings. However yesterdayâs lessons with Shoko had been few and far between, so when her old friend stopped by for entertainment, she boredly listened along while he bragged about taking his class on a group outing. She supposed that little piece of information became useful for small talk now.
âYeah, well,â Yuuta sighed, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. âI was supposed to return this earlier, but I forgot, and now IâŚâÂ
His words trail off, along with his eyes as he turns to stare at the floor out of embarrassment.
âI got lostâÂ
âItâs Makiâs, isnât it?â She asks knowingly, even though sheâs not familiar with this knife.
Yuuta nods.
âIâll show you the wayâ She says, gesturing for him to follow her, and walking off before he could really comprehend what she was offering. His sneakers squeak on the linoleum floor as he rushes after her a few seconds delayed.
He takes a minute or two before he finds the courage to say something.
âThank you,â He settles, peeking over at her from the corner of his eye. âIâm Yuuta, by the wayâÂ
She turns to give him a beam as she replies, âI know,â
It has a lump forming in his throat, his chest filling with something warm and akin to bashfulness. Heâd never seen her before, and he was certain he would have remembered if theyâd met, especially since she was so pretty, but she appeared to be his age too, and he wondered why she hadnât been around for any classes, or training sessions.
âIâm (y/n)â She introduces herself after a beat passes. Yuuta wants to say something more, but he doesnât know what to say, so he doesnât say anything at all.
He fidgets with the knife as he follows her through the corridors. Itâs a large building, and the longer they walk, the more heâs grateful he hadnât gotten more lost than he had. It takes a few minutes until she finally stops at a door, and slides it open. Yuuta recognized it as soon as itâs contents were revealed.
Every inch of the walls were filled with weapons. Racks with blades and staffs of all shapes and sizes, shelves of an assortment of more alternative weapons, heâd been in here when Gojo had given him a speedy tour on his first day. Although now that heâs not being rushed from room to room, his gaze travels around the small space, taking in every deadly tool here.
âYouâll get used to itâ (y/n) speaks, and heâs drawn out of his reverie when she plucks the knife from his hands to put it back in itâs proper place.
âI donât think Iâll ever get used to any of thisâ He mumbles back, eyes caught on a rather daunting gun propped up among other things.
Nunchucks and knives were one thing. He was pretty sure that was an AK-47. Heâd only ever seen those in movies.
(y/n) chuckles softly, amused by how out of place he seemed. For a guy with more cursed energy than he knew what to do with, she found it interesting how juvenile he came across.
Not that it was a bad thing. It was sort of⌠refreshing, if she thought about it.
âYou will,â She assured him kindly. âItâll feel weird for a while, but, yaknow. Eventually everyone settles in, right?âÂ
He tears his eyes away from the machine gun to see that sheâs giving him a small smile, and he doesnât know her very well, or at all, but he can tell that sheâs being genuine.
âI guessâ
He doesnât know what else to say.
âWell, I have to get going to a lesson,â She explains, jerking her thumb back towards the door. âYou good to get back to your dorm? I probably wouldnât get in trouble if I explained I was just helping the new kidâÂ
Yuuta nods, the movement awkward, and shaky.
âYeah, Iâm good, I thinkâ He doesnât sound so sure, but (y/n) assumes the best way for him to learn his way around is to get lost just a little.
âAlright, Iâll see ya around then,â She gives him a wave as she ducks out of the small armory. âGood luck with your assignment tomorrow!â
Her voice carries as she jogs through the corridors to quickly get to where Shoko was waiting, leaving Yuuta to linger, a bit dumbfounded and bewildered by the whole interaction.
He supposed heâd gotten her name, but he still had no clue who she was. Heâd have to make a better effort to reach out next time their paths crossed. She was the first person here to give him a semi-warm welcome, after all.
When (y/n) arrived at the infirmary with a brighter-than-usual smile and the remnants of a blush on her cheeks, Shoko eyed her curiously, but didnât outwardly call her out on the strange demeanor.
[ say youâll stay, never be severed ]
The next time Yuuta does see (y/n), heâs sitting alone at a picnic table in the courtyard with only the company of his lunch bag. He sees her walking out of the building with a bag on her shoulder. Sheâs clearly on a mission, but he finds himself calling out to her and waving his hand anyways.
He assumes sheâll give him a polite nod and keep heading on her way, but she stops in her tracks to turn his way, waving back, before sheâs actually walking over to him.
Itâs embarrassing to admit, but Yuuta panics a bit. He had yet to form any solid enough friendships with the other students in his year, hence the lunching alone out here, and he had a worry that soon she would also see him as a loner and an outsider, and sheâd avoid him too.
But as she approaches the wooden table, she gives him a smile so friendly he could never believe it was forced.
âHey,â Even her voice sounds kind. âYou eating alone?âÂ
âUh-â Yuuta glances around as if looking for an excuse, but the bento box in front of him and lack of any other person around is evidence enough. âYeahâ He replies sheepishly.
Here it comes, Yuuta braces himself, the beginning of her thinking heâs a loner. He shouldnât have even held onto that scrap of hope when sheâd walked this way, but here he was, holding his breath.
âWant company?â
His head turns back to her, assessing if she really meant it, and seeing that small smile still curled on her lips, he gives her a short nod.
âYeah,â He answers. âYeah, thatâd be⌠niceâÂ
Her small smile turns into a grin as she sits on the bench across from him, setting her bag on the table.
âHow are you settling in?â She asks him kindly, and he gives a weak shrug of his shoulders.
âI guess⌠as well as I can,â He says honestly, and she nods back in understanding. He pushes past the urge to sit in silence where he knows he canât say the wrong thing, and continue talking to her. Sheâs nice, he tells himself. Sheâs nice, and I want to make friends here. I want to be happy here. âI think everyoneâs a little afraid of me, to be honest,â He admits. âOr theyâre annoyed with how behind all of them that I amâÂ
âMaki can be a little stand-offish,â (y/n) thinks aloud. âAnd Inumaki is hard to get to know at first. But heâs a really nice guy once you do get to know him. Just donât be nervous when heâs silent. Heâs a goofball,âÂ
Yuuta takes her advice to heart, hoping that she could give him all the keys to friendship heâd been lacking. He nods earnestly.
âAnd so is Panda,â She continued. âBut itâs been awhile since thereâs been someone new around here. That doesnât really happen for usâÂ
âReally?â He asks, and she nods.
âYeah. Most of these people have known each other since they were young. Or at least are aware of each otherâs clan politicsâÂ
âI seeâ Yuuta mumbles, feeling yet again like an outsider. (y/n) can tell this information doesnât sit well with him.
âI think itâs nice,â She says boldly, and truthfully. He stares at her like she just said something ridiculous. âWhen the only people you get to see every day are people youâve known your whole life, it can be sorta lonely,â She admits with a small chuckle. âItâll be nice to get to know someone new,âÂ
She leans over the table a bit, setting her elbows down so she can rest her head in her hands.
âIf thatâs not too forwardâ She says with a bashful smile.
Yuuta blinks once, twice, before shaking his head with certainty.
âItâs notâ He says, fast.
âGood,â (y/nâs) beam brightens. âWant to have lunch with me again tomorrow?âÂ
He nods again, his nerves starting to melt away, letting him smile back at her.
âWill you be in class tomorrow?â He asks hopefully. Maybe now heâll finally have someone he can sit with, even if heâs still too shy to strike up a conversation, at least he wonât feel so alone all the time.
âOh,â (y/nâs) lips quickly fall to a frown. âIâm actually not one of Gojoâs students,â She tells him, and it makes her sad to see him deflate so fast. âIâm training in the infirmary, with Shoko. Have you met her?âÂ
Yuuta shakes his head.
âI donât think soâÂ
âWell Iâll introduce you sometime,â She tells him. âBut I donât have a decent enough cursed technique to be a sorcerer, so Iâm studying under her in order to go more into the⌠background thingsâ She explains.
âI see,â Yuuta tries not to let his disappointment show, so as not to make her feel bad. He focuses instead on getting to know her better. âSo youâre working in, like, the medical field then?â
(y/n) nods her head from side to side.
âSomething like that,â She chuckles. âItâs mostly watching Shoko use her technique to heal injuries after rougher assignments. I donât get to use mine too much, but Iâm starting to learn how to heal myself, so thatâs a start, I supposeâÂ
âThatâs cool!âÂ
(y/nâs) eyes blink wide in surprise.
âYou can heal yourself?â
âI mean, I healed a papercut onceâ She laughs bashfully. In comparison to Shokoâs reverse cursed technique, doing a shoddy job at patching up a small slice on her finger seemed like a joke. But Yuuta grins like heâs never heard anything more interesting.
âYouâre lucky,â He tells her, and she raises a brow at him, wondering if this was all some elaborate prank where heâd wind up laughing in her face at how weak she was compared to everyone else, compared to him. âThatâs a really useful ability. Thatâs not background at all. Itâs helpfulâÂ
As she processes the kind words, (y/n) wonders if this is why sheâd felt drawn to him when they met a few nights ago. Underneath the shy exterior Yuuta displayed was nothing but kindness, and warmth. She could feel it in her cheeks, and in her chest. Her heart even stuttered a little.
âI mean, I barely have a handle on it,â She admits. âI donât think Iâve been all that helpful to anyoneâÂ
âBut youâre learning, right?â Yuuta shrugs a shoulder in understanding. âI guess thatâs sorta how I feel, too,â He realized, dropping his gaze to his forgotten lunch as he thought about it. âI just want to beâŚâ
He trails off, but (y/n) waits with eager anticipation for him to continue his thought.
âUsefulâ
His voice is quiet, and his expression is unsure as he looks back up at her. Suddenly feeling like that was far too pathetic of a thing to say to someone that heâd like to become friends with. But before he can backtrack and supply a better word, like strong or courageous, sheâs grinning.
Her face nearly splits in two as her beam stretches from ear to ear, all teeth and twinkling eyes to match. A small laugh escapes her before she starts to nod passionately.
âThatâs exactly how it feels,â She agrees, filling him with relief so strong itâs visible in the way his shoulders relax. (y/n) notices, but doesnât say anything. Something warm and fuzzy nestles in her chest, and she has a good feeling about this new friendship blossoming.
Truth was, (y/n) got along fine with the other students here, but theyâd only cross paths on occasion and she couldnât say that she was necessarily close to any of them, simply on good terms enough to catch up in brief passing with one another. The disconnect between her studies and the rest of the sorcerers-in-training around here was a trench of a gap, and if she was honest with herself, it could prove to be a little lonely.
Shoko was a great teacher, she was kind and involved, but she was still a teacher. Gojo was⌠about the same, with just a bit more peskiness to him when it came to involving himself. But it was all in good nature, he knew that she was a bit isolated here.
But then Yuuta came along. And even just this short interaction had her glowing with excitement at finally forming a connection with someone. He probably thought she was just being pleasant since he was the new kid and heâd been eating lunch alone, but it couldnât be further from the truth. She had a genuine interest in him that had started innocently enough, but she had a feeling it would only blossom into something more.
âI think that weâre going to be-âÂ
Sheâs about to voice this thought, about to tell him that she knows in her heart that theyâll make excellent friends, but her timing was just a tad too slow, and she was interrupted by her phone ringing.
With the intention of silencing it and ignoring the call for now, she gives him an apologetic look before pulling it out of her pocket, only to huff when she realizes itâs not a call she can just silence.
âSorry,â She frowns. âItâs Shoko, I should take this, sheâs probably got something for me back at the labâÂ
âItâs alright,â Yuuta smiles as he shakes his head in understanding. âI get itâÂ
âThanks,â (y/n) grabs her bag as she jumps up from the table, disappointed to cut their time short, but excited to see what Shoko would have in store for her today. Before she can race off, she pauses, one hand gripping the strap of her bag and the other occupied with the phone thatâs still ringing. âLunch tomorrow though, right?â She double checks.
The pink that dusts Yuutaâs cheeks is undeniable, and it makes a smile bloom on her face, too.
âRightâ He says with a shy nod while he rubs his clammy hands over his knees.
âAlright,â (y/n) nods back, and sheâd like to think sheâs smooth, but sheâs blushing just the same. âIâll see you tomorrow then, OkkotsuâÂ
She takes off before she can see his face turn from pink to red, his enthusiasm for having plans with a friend- a cute friend- shining in the heat of his cheeks. Â
He spends the rest of his lunch period trying to think of things to talk to her about tomorrow, questions to ask, stories to share. He racked his brain for fifteen minutes before going to class, where he then gets a little lost in space as he wonders about it some more.
[ you know you got me in your pocket, you donât just have to wait around ]
When (y/n) feels that lingering fuzziness in her chest turn into something more, it was shortly after sheâd spent the better half of an hour telling Shoko that her friendship with Okkotsu Yuuta was just that. Friendship.
âIf you say so,â The woman shrugged a shoulder as she pulled the gloves off of her hands, getting ready to wrap up the day. âJust sayinâ. You talk about him a lotâÂ
(y/n) gave her a look, blindly tossing her own latex gloves into the trash.
âHeâs my friend, I like talking about him,â She explains with nonchalance, even though her heart stuttered in her chest a little bit, as it did every time she mentioned him. âAnd Iâm also a boring person. Thereâs not much to talk aboutâ
âThatâs not true, but whateverâ Shoko brushes off the lame excuse, and (y/n) rejoices inwardly that the topic can be dropped before Yuuta actually shows up in a few minutes. Â
Like most days, they had plans to meet up for lunch, except today theyâll be spending it with the rest of the first years. After a couple of months, Yuuta finally felt like he belonged here, and had made decent friendships with his peers. This morning he had texted her to ask if it was alright if they joined them.
[yuuta] : panda offered us seats at the lunch table with inumaki and maki too. do you want to have lunch with them?Â
[yuuta] : ok if not!! just wanted to extend the invitation !!
It had made (y/n) smile when that second text popped up so quickly on her phone after sheâd opened the first right away. She could practically see him back pedaling just in case she wasnât comfortable with a larger group for lunch. Of course she was, sheâd typed back an agreement with a little smiley face within a few seconds of reading the texts, but it was sweet that heâd stick to their usual plan of just the two of them.
Donât get her wrong, (y/n) had grown to really cherish the time the two of them spent together. She got to know Yuuta very well during their lunch breaks, and during a few hangouts after lessons and training, too. She was happy to see how much he opened up once you got to know him, and she loved learning more about him every day. He was kind, and funny in that nervous sort of way, and he picked up on things quickly. Â
The couple of times (y/n) had spent her breaks from the infirmary on the bleachers to watch him train with the other first years, sheâd seen a drastic change in his abilities with each session. It wasnât often that she was able to slip away long enough to get all the way to the bleachers, watch for a bit while having a snack or catching up on some reading, and then get back to the infirmary before Shoko called her out on trying to ditch her lessons. Still, she was always impressed with how fast of a learner Yuuta was. Whether it was with cursed energy or with a bamboo staff to practice wielding a proper katana, he seemed to be comfortable with learning how to fight.
In fact the last time sheâd watched him, he looked so natural she could have assumed heâd grown up in jujutsu society just like the rest of them.
When he does make an appearance at the infirmary, Shoko notices him outside the door first. With a smirk, she nods her head to get (y/nâs) attention.
âYour friend is here,â She says with a teasing lilt in her voice, despite her face remaining as stoic as usual. Â
(y/n) gives her a look before turning around to see him waiting politely outside. When their eyes catch, she gives him a smile and waves at him to come in.
âPicking you up for lunch, hm?â Shoko hums. âWhat a little gentlemanâ
(y/n) shoots her another look, this time as if to say be nice when Yuuta walks in. Heâs still wearing his sheath, but the awkward smile and nervous fiddling of his hands makes a sword on his back look out of place. For some reason, (y/n) has always found his simple juxtapositions adorable.
Despite having met Shoko before, a few times, actually, Yuuta always gets anxious around her. It was probably her quietly peculiar aura, something (y/n) had grown used to after so much time spent with her, but in comparison to Yuutaâs teacher whoâd never learned to revel in peaceful silence, it could be intimidating.
He gave her a small wave and nod in greeting. Shoko smirked back at him before turning to (y/n).
âYou two get back before too long, alright? No funny businessâÂ
Yuuta visibly paled, his mouth opening to make an explanation that wasnât coming to mind and left him standing there gaping. (y/n) rolled her eyes as she grabbed her bag, hoisting the strap over her shoulder as she waved Shoko off.
âBye Shokoâ She said with a half-playful glare, before grabbing Yuuta by the sleeve and dragging him right back out the door before he even got the chance to say hello.
Itâs not until theyâre out in the hall that he finds his voice.
He tugs at his collar to relieve some of the heat from his neck.
âHow were lessons today?â He settles for the safe topic of conversation. Predictably, (y/n) lets out a small laugh. She always seemed amused when he was uncomfortable. He had yet to understand why.
âGood,â Sheâs kind to him today, not teasing him for his flustering. At least not beyond that little smirk that makes her eyes glint when she looks at him. âYou?â
He nods his head from side to side.
âMaki kicked my ass,â He said sheepishly. âBut I did get a hit todayâ He said in a quieter voice, but there was still a hint of pride in his voice. (y/n) beamed at him. She understood this was a meaningful accomplishment.
âThatâs awesome!â She cheered for him. âYouâll knock her down next time for sure,âÂ
He thinks she could be messing with him, but when he looks over at her, her beam is nothing but genuine. He laughs quietly, not as sure as she was, but appreciative of the sentiment nonetheless.
âJust make sure to invite me next time you spar,â (y/n) continues. âI want to be there for the big dayâÂ
Sometimes, she has a way of speaking that makes Yuuta wonder why she doesnât really hang out with anyone but him. She wasnât exactly a soft person, he supposed it was this line of work they shared, but there was something inherently friendly about her. Heâd noticed it the first time theyâd met, of course, and ever since he couldnât ignore it if he tried. For whatever reason, she seemed not only to care about him, but she actually believed in him, too. More and more, Yuuta began to wonder why.
Inumaki, Panda, and Maki are already at a table with their lunches before them when Yuuta and (y/n) arrive. Panda notices them first, grinning and waving a paw for them to join.
â(y/n)! Long time no see!â His voice holds pure joy upon her arrival, âHowâs the infirmary?âÂ
âOh, you know,â (y/n) smiles as she shrugs her shoulders. âBlood. Bones. Repeat. I canât complainâÂ
Panda and Toge are sitting on one side of the table, Maki on the other, and (y/n) happily sits beside her. Yuuta follows shortly.
âYuuta told me next time, heâs going to knock your ass out,â She says boldly. Maki raises a brow, her chopsticks stilling over her dish. âYouâll let me come watch, yeah?âÂ
Makiâs eyes shift to Yuuta, a glare behind them that has him straightening in his seat. Maki smirks at his discomfort, and when she turns back to (y/n), she grins ear to ear.
âI do love an audience,â She agrees, her smirk stretching into a grin at the idea. She looks back to Yuuta, whoâs focused intently on his rice. âYou two have been gettinâ real chummy, huh?â
(y/n) simpered at the comment. Yuuta tucked his chin against his collar in hopes that they wouldnât notice the way his face bloomed with heat.
âTuna, tunaâ Inuamki giggles as his elbow bumps into Pandaâs arm, and he too begins to chuckle as they watch the pairâs reactions to Makiâs simple observation.
â(y/nâs)- uh- sheâs-âÂ
âYuutaâs a great friendâ (y/n) speaks before Yuutaâs stammering can be laughed at any further.
âMust be, to make you finally come hang out with usâ Panda says as he tries to quell his amused chuckling.
âIkuraâ Toge mutters.
âYeah,â Panda nods in agreement with the cursed speech user. âWe didnât think you liked us anymoreâÂ
Yuuta peeks over at (y/n) in his peripheral vision, but she plasters on a smile and shakes her head to disagree.
âBeen busyâ She says simply. There is no follow up, no explanation or excuse. She pops a grape into her mouth and leaves it at that.
Their lunch continues on as expected. Catching up, teasing, swapping food. Thirty minutes seem to pass faster than ever. And despite enjoying himself amongst his friends, Yuuta canât help but hyperfixate on that small, odd interaction.
It appeared as though (y/n) and the other first years had gotten along just fine. Even mirroring old friends. But he couldnât help but feel like something was off, that things hadnât always been this way, that there was a rift he hadnât been present for. He knows better than to question it straight away, so he matches energy and remains friendly the rest of the break.
But after telling his classmates heâll meet up with them shortly, he lingers at the table while (y/n) packs up her things.
âThat was niceâ His voice feels stiff. He clears his throat.
(y/n) looks up at him as she pulls the strap of her bag over her shoulder, a soft smile curling on her lips.
âIt wasâ She affirms.
Yuuta shifts his weight from foot to foot as he tries to find the right thing to say next. (y/n) watches this, and waits, patiently, for him to continue.
âI mean I⌠I like having lunch just⌠us,â He says, slowly, afraid of sounding too forward and insinuating something that could be off putting to her. âBut Iâm glad you wanted to hang out withâŚâÂ
He struggled to find the right thing to say. (y/n) tilted her head at him curiously, before providing the words for him.
âYour friends?â She suggests with a small smile.
Yuuta blinks, color spreading over his cheeks before his smile mirrors hers, and then he nods.
âYeah,â He concurred. Â
It must have been a rush of courage that compelled him to say what he did next, because as soon as he said it out loud, blood rushed up his neck and into his cheeks.
âYouâre a great friend, too, by the way. Iâm glad you were here. Or, well, are hereâ
She laughs, not because what he was was funny, but because she was overcome by delight by his words that she simply couldnât contain it. Her fingers curl tightly around her bag, her heart flutters with something sickeningly sweet in her chest.
This was that something more. This wasnât just silly eagerness towards a new friend. This much more. It was heavy. It filled her heart until it burst and flooded her body with warmth, traveling down her spine in ticklish sparks, and ending in the tips of her fingers and toes. It almost felt like cursed energy, the way it buzzed through her excitedly, on itâs own accord, but she knew better.
This was infatuation. She was infatuated with Yuuta. She had feelings for Yuuta.
âIâm glad youâre here, too, Yuuta,â She speaks with every genuine bone in her body, now reinforced with that tingling feeling that has her soft smile turning into a full blown grin. âReally gladâ She repeats softly.
He should feel embarrassed because he knows heâs blushing and heâs having a hard time holding eye contact with her, but for some reason, he doesnât feel embarrassed at all. Instead he smiles, bright and beautiful.
âI- I have to-âÂ
âYou have class,â (y/n) laughs bashfully, turning away in an attempt to calm her warm cheeks and dopey grin. âYou should go before youâre late- I- I should go before Iâm lateâ She stammers over her words, which is unlike her and more like him.
âRight, yeah,â He nods in a jerky motion as he starts to turn to leave, realizing he was going to have to run now if he wanted to make it on time. âBut Iâll- Iâll see you after? Maybe? Or do you have plans already we can just wait till tomor-âÂ
âAfter lessons worksâ (y/n) agrees.
âOkay- okay, yeah,â Heâs still beaming, giddy with excitement now. âAfter lessonsâ He repeats.
(y/n) giggles as she begins to make her way back towards the infirmary, in the opposite direction as him. She gives him a small wave as she takes off, and Yuutaâs stunned in place for a moment before realizing that his tardiness was going to get him into trouble.
When (y/n) bursts through the infirmary doors with a string of excuses and pink cheeks, Shoko doesnât say a word. Not that she has to, her face says it all.
Yuuta is not spared in the same way. When Gojo asks where heâs been, Panda is happy to supply what- or who- had kept him occupied. He was teased relentlessly for the following fifteen minutes, but it didnât bother him too much. Sure, he was a little awkward at handling it and brushing off their assumptions. He just hoped his classmates wouldnât meddle and tell her about it later.
[ just come here and we can settle down ]
If Yuuta ever underestimated anything in his life, it was Gojo Satoruâs joy in meddling.
Itâs a few weeks after the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons. Jujutsu High is still under reconstruction, but itâs getting somewhere. The gardens are being replanted, the courtyard isnât just a pile of rubbish anymore, and slowly but surely, everyone is healing.
Especially thanks to (y/n), who had mastered her cursed technique. Just in time too, as there were a lot of people that needed help.
Maki was finally recovering after pushing herself through physical therapy at a rate faster than (y/n) had ever seen in anyone before. She was more amazed than surprised. She would never underestimate that young womanâs abilities.
Toge was just starting to use his voice again, despite all of his friends telling him to just keep his mouth shut even if he was speaking in onigiri ingredients. His sore throat still made his words sound choked and raspy, but he communicated with his friends nonetheless.
There were many other sorcerers that had gotten hurt that night, but just as her friends had, they were recovering, physically and mentally, from that horrible night.
Today the sun was shining. It was still a chilly January day, but something about the clear skies drew (y/n) to linger on the steps of the main building. She studied them beneath her boots. Now that they were clear of snow, it looked as though a different color of stone was selected for their redesign. Not too different, it was still a light brown, almost like sand, but different enough that the longer she stared at them, the more she could pick out the other differences between these and the old ones. Â
âDitching lessons?âÂ
Her eyes drag slowly away from the stone steps to see Gojo Satoru scaling them towards her. His long legs had him next to her in a matter of seconds. Truthfully, Shoko had said she needed a longer smoke break than usual today- which was only unusual because ever since christmas, sheâd been taking longer smoke breaks, sheâd only just mentioned it today.
âNot really. Maybeâ (y/n) replied indecisively.
âIâm still a teacher you know,â Gojo laughs at her honesty. âI could get you in trouble~âÂ
The grin on his face tells her that there was absolutely no bite to his bark. He just liked to pretend to be an adult sometimes. (y/n) gives him a half hearted smile in amusement. His grin weakens at the way hers drops as soon as she stares down at the stairs again.
He already knows whatâs on her mind. He was a better teacher than even he gave himself credit for.
âSo he told you about Africa, huh?âÂ
Her head shoots back up, brows furrowed in a sad expression as she frowns at him. Â
Yeah, he told me about Africa, she thinks, bitterly, even the thought making her mouth go sour. She gnaws at the inside of her cheek roughly.
âI know youâre close. Iâm sorry that itâs happening,â Gojo sighs. He stuffs his hands into his pockets. âKidâs got real potential. He might even be stronger than me,âÂ
Just like his grin, his smirk speaks volumes. (y/nâs) not sure if he really believes that, but she can tell he believes in Yuuta.
âSpecial Grade Sorcerers arenât what they used to be, huh?â He asks, and sheâs not sure if itâs rhetorical, so she just shrugs her shoulders, and directs her gaze downwards again.
Her throat burns. Was that tears?Â
âIt wonât just be Africa,â Gojo says, slowly, like heâs trying to be careful. Sheâs never known him to tread lightly. He must really worry about her feelings. She wonders why. âOnce heâs mastered his techniques, the geezers are gonna throw him at every curse they can sniff outâÂ
âI knowâÂ
Her voice is small, but it holds enough certainty for Gojo to understand that she doesnât need to be told what Yuutaâs future has in store.
âSo,â Gojo takes a different tone as he kicks the toe of his shoe into a step. âYouâre not bothered that heâs a young widow, hm?âÂ
(y/nâs) face contorts into something strange and confused as she looks at him again. She could almost laugh, if she wasnât so disturbed by her teacher prying into her personal life. She could tell him to buzz off, but itâd make no difference. Heâd probably just pester Shoko for the details and that would be even more embarrassing.
âI donât even know what to-âÂ
âHe cares about you a lot too,â Gojo says before she can finish. (y/nâs) features relax as her eyes widen a little. He looks out into the courtyard as if something interesting was happening over there. âBut Africa will be good for him. And heâll be back soon enough. Iâll try ân pull some strings to have him visit, or somethingâÂ
Her impulse to say something snarky and get him to move on from the topic disappears. Instead, she gives him a small nod, before tucking her cold fingers into the pockets of her coat.
âThat would be nice,â She tells him, quietly, but surely. âThank youâÂ
Gojo grins from ear to ear as he turns back to his. She has a feeling that under the white bandages, heâs winking dramatically.
He leaves without another word, leaving (y/n) a little bewildered by the sudden exit. But then she sees another figure ascending the steps, and suddenly the cold isnât the only thing making her cheeks pink.
Yuuta gives her the same smile he always does when he crosses her path. Whether in passing or when heâs meeting up with her to hang out, his lips curl into the warmest smile sheâs ever seen. Even as clouds creep across the sky and snow begins to fall, she starts to feel toasty in her hat and coat.
She lies and tells him she has a few minutes to spare even though sheâs been gone from the infirmary for a good twenty minutes now. As they take a short walk around campus, her mood lightens up. Â
They donât talk about Africa. Only good things. A funny meme sheâd seen, how Toge will be by the infirmary later because he refuses to keep his mouth shut to heal properly. Maybe that wasnât so much of a good thing, but Yuuta is laughing as he tells her about the pile of bloodied tissues accumulated at Togeâs desk. Despite the twinge of guilt for laughing at their friendâs discomfort, she canât help it. Yuutaâs happiness is infectious.
This must be what swooning feels like, she thinks as she stares up at him while he tells her about his day. Itâs a silly story, maybe even kind of boring, but she hangs onto every word with eager anticipation at what he would share next. He could read her the goddamn newspaper and sheâd sit there with her head in her hands and give him her undivided attention. Yeah, this is probably swooning.
âWhen do you have to be back?â Yuuta cuts off his rambling about training when he realizes theyâve been walking for some time now.
âOh,â (y/n) shrugs sheepishly. âProbably ten minutes agoâÂ
His eyes widen and he stops in his tracks, and before he even speaks she knows heâs about to apologize for taking up her time, so with a small laugh she shakes her head at him before he says a thing.
âDonât worry about it,â She says, urging him to keep walking with her. âShoko needed some extra time today. I donât mind if Iâm a little lateâÂ
âYouâre sure?â He double checks, because he doesnât like being responsible for getting her behind schedule. Nonetheless, he catches up to her as she keeps walking along the path.
Little does he know, if he asked her to ditch the rest of the day with him, she would take him by the hand and sprint off campus.
âPositiveâ (y/n) replies.
They continue to walk in the snow and talk about anything but Africa. An unspoken agreement that it could wait.
[ oh darling, itâs alarming, to think of us apart ]
Eventually, they have to talk about Africa.
It comes up the morning Yuuta leaves.Â
Itâs early enough in the morning that itâs still dark. Panda had helped him load his bags into Ijichiâs car, before giving him a quick goodbye so he could go back to bed. Maki and Toge lingered a little longer, even in their pajamas. But at some point Maki cursed about how early it was, gave her new friend a friendly- but not light- punch to the shoulder, and returned inside.
Toge and (y/n) were equally quiet, although for their different reasons. Eventually Yuuta couldnât fill the silence anymore, and they were out of time to stall.
To his surprise, Toge gave him a quick hug. Just enough to give him a kind pat on the back and an eager âsalmon!â certainly wishing him luck on his big assignment. Yuuta thanked him with a grin, proud to understand what he really meant.
Then he turned to (y/n), whoâd barely moved an inch since sleepily walking out here. Heâd insisted to everyone last night that they could say their goodbyes then, but sheâd stood her ground that sheâd see him off today. The others agreed.
Her arms were wrapped firmly around herself, and the smile on her face was sad when his eyes met hers. Even when she tried to brighten up, to properly display her pride in him, she just couldnât quite do it.
Toge watched as they stared at each other for a moment, neither one of them finding anything to say. For a minute he thought it might be awkward, and he figured he should probably leave now. Â
It only took Yuuta one step forward, his arms barely outstretched, before (y/nâs) finding the energy to leap towards him, crashing into him. Her arms are thrown around his neck as she hugs him tightly. As she tucks her chin against his shoulder sheâs willing herself not to cry, because she knows it would make him feel bad, and that wouldnât be fair. Yuutaâs surprise has him hesitating for a second before heâs hugging her back, hoping to hold on just as securely as sheâd latched onto him.
âText a lot,â When sheâs certain her voice wonât crack, (y/n) finally speaks. âAnd call, tooâÂ
Yuuta chuckles. His eyes close as he rests his cheek against her head. Sheâs never hugged him before, but heâs decided from this one that sheâs the best hugger in the world.
âThe time difference is-âÂ
âI donât careâ She mutters, and itâs punctuated with her arms squeezing around him a little tighter.
He returns the affection.
âOkayâ He murmurs.
When they have to part, she lets out a shaky breath, and plasters on the widest smile she can. She hopes he can see the tears in her eyes. He does.
He gives her and Toge a wave before finally opening the door to the backseat. He doesnât say goodbye. Instead he settles for, âSee you laterâÂ
(y/n) manages a little wave back. Itâs not until the car pulls away and is out of sight before a tear falls. Sheâs quick to wipe it away.
Her and the cursed speech user walk back towards the main building together. He gives her a sympathetic look. She gives him a weak smile.
âYeah, I know,â She sighs, drying her eyes once more and taking a deep breath in the hopes of not crying again.
He smiles back, but unlike hers, itâs bright, and cheeky. He draws a heart in the air with his fingers. She wants to roll her eyes, but she lets out a watery laugh at the action, and she knows her face is heating up with evidence of the truth.
âSomething like thatâ She mumbles. They donât say anything else before parting ways to go back to their rooms.
By the time she collapses back in bed, sheâs too awake to think about sleeping a little longer before her lesson with Shoko. Pulling out her phone for a source of entertainment, she finds she already has a notification at this ungodly hour.
[yuuta] : try not to miss me too much :) iâll be back before you know it
Tucking the blankets up to her chin, (y/n) settles into bed with a small smile. Yuuta wasnât often cheeky. And when he was, it was always followed by a nervous laugh and bright pink cheeks. Behind the shield of his phone he clearly has a leap in confidence. She even laughs a little as she types back her response.
[ you and me, always, forever ]
Yuuta had some mixed feelings about going to Africa.
On the one hand, he was ecstatic. He had finally climbed the ranks in this new life that he thinks could make everything make sense. He felt a new sense of responsibility along with his new sense of self, and he knows that this debut of his in Africa was the next big step forwards. Heâd prove himself, heâd push himself, and heâd come home stronger than before. Heâd make his friends, and his teachers, proud of taking a chance on him.
On the other hand, his new purpose, this new sense of self that he was still discovering, felt so much more worth exploring when she was there too. Yuuta wasnât as naive as some may make him out to be. He knew what love felt like. He recognized that the ticklish feeling in his chest when she laughed, he was familiar with the buzz in his fingertips when she walked too close and her hand brushed over his. He knows when heâs lying awake at night and sheâs the one who crosses his mind that itâs no coincidence.
Yuuta knows that his heart holds much more than platonic regards for one (y/n) (y/l/n). He knows that he adores her. He knows that his heart longs for her in a way that couldnât possibly be platonic. The fact that theyâll have to be apart for some time makes him sad. It makes him lonely.
Even now, after seeing her twenty minutes ago when they said their goodbyes, he already missed her. He couldnât help but text her right away, the desperation for keeping in contact pumping through him like ice, making him feel wide awake even at five in the morning. The thought of losing touch over the next few months of him being away makes him sweat. Â
Heâd have to make sure to keep in touch, he makes a mental plan to always text her first thing in the morning, and last thing before he goes to sleep. That way, even if he got busy throughout his day, heâd always have the time for her. He wanted her to know that heâd always make the time for her.
Yuutaâs heart is racing, the adrenaline a toxic mix of excitement and anxiety. Had he eaten a proper meal this morning he mightâve thrown up.
Just as heâs contemplating rolling down the window for some fresh air, his phone pings.
[(y/n/n)]: i take it you miss me already, yuuta?
Itâs a silly little emoji, but he swears sheâs sent him her heart in digital form and it leaps right from the screen and into his open palms. He's smiling at the screen and responding with a reaction image heâd snagged from Toge just a few days ago.
[ you and me, always, forever ]
Gojo follows through on his promise. Yuuta comes back to Jujutsu Tech for a small break after two months in Africa.
He gets to campus earlier than expected, surprising his classmates in the middle of a lesson. Luckily today the lesson was rating the different flavors of kikufuku from a new shop Gojo had found, so he hadnât interrupted anything too pressing.
Itâs shortly after his early arrival that he asks the question that his friends think they should have placed money on him asking. Maki mutters something to Toge about how she wouldâve won had they done so.
âWhereâs (y/n)?âÂ
While he stares at them with a dumbfounded expression, his friends laugh. Loud cackling thatâs intended to make him feel embarrassed, but heâs more confused than anything. Even Gojo joins in once heâs not distracted by his leftover treats and Panda merrily tells their teacher that Yuutaâs already sick of them.
âThatâs not it!â The poor boy puts his hands up in mock defense as he jumps to explain himself. âI just want to tell her Iâm back-âÂ
âSheâs in the infirmary, geniusâ Maki crosses her arms, but her displeased attitude crumbles when a smirk tugs on her lips. Yuuta forces a smile, but itâs awkward. His nervous energy begins to shine through his excitement about returning home.
Itâs not long after this that heâs delivering a string of excuses before darting out of the classroom and running to the infirmary. Was it a little embarrassing to race towards her like this? Yeah, but there was barely anyone on campus right now anyways, so no one had to know just how eager he was to see her again.
Even though every bone in his body was practically vibrating by the time he made it there.
He peers through the small windows on the heavy doors outside the hospital classroom, making sure it was safe to enter before he barged in. As soon as he looks inside he sees Shoko leaning against the cabinets. (y/n) was standing in front of her, her back to the door, but she was easily recognizable to him. Before he can knock to make himself known, Shoko catches him in her line of sight, and gives him an uncharacteristically wide grin.
In fact itâs so unusual on her face, that (y/n) perks up in the midst of whatever conversation they were having, curious to see what could've caught her interest so much.
Okkotsu Yuuta was not at all what she might have expected.
He gets to watch her light up in real time. He hears her excitedly squealing from the other side of the door. And somehow, even though itâs been a whole two months since heâs seen her, the ten seconds it takes for her to fly through the doors and into his arms seems to take too long.
She crashes into him so hard he stumbles to balance his footing. Sheâs laughing and bouncing and rambling on, âIâm so happy youâre here! Youâre early! I wouldâve helped you with your things! Have you settled in? Have you eaten? Should we go get some food? Iâll order food! And we can stay in!â Sheâs talking so fast that he catches about half of what sheâs saying. He only chuckles, not having the heart to tell her he can barely understand her.
Her arms squeeze tight around his neck before she finally lets him go. With twinkling eyes and a smile so wide it must be sore on her cheeks, Yuutaâs slowly melting heart completely dissolves.
âYour hairâs differentâ She tilts her head at him while she admires the way his slightly longer hair is styled around his face. She lets her curiosity get the best of her, reaching a hand out to gently push a strand away from his forehead. Â
Yuuta hadnât really given any thought to his hair. He canât remember when exactly it had gotten too long, when heâd parted it differently so it wasnât a hindrance, but now heâs second guessing the change in style as if that change had been a conscious choice.
âBad different?âÂ
Thereâs a small giggle in the back of her throat that she canât help when his brows furrow at her. Heâs so cute, she thinks her heart could melt right here.
She shakes her head at him in a small motion.
âNo,â She assured him. âGood differentâÂ
A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips, a proud little smile, like heâd gotten her to admit her deepest, most well kept secret.
âGood different?â He repeats, his voice dripping with mirth.
She rolls her eyes and crinkles her nose, but thereâs no hiding the warmth in her cheeks and the way her dimples show when she smiles, even when she ducks her head from him.
âShut up, Yuuta,â She pushes his shoulder but just as quickly grabs him by the elbow. âNow come on! The dayâs almost over already and we have so much we need to catch up on!âÂ
She forgets her bag in the infirmary as they wander campus together for a while, making pitstops to get him unpacked for his short visit and to snack up before they make their simple plans for the evening. Conversation never ceases, even when sheâs trying to place a takeout order over the phone, she finds herself remembering various little stories and jokes that sheâd tucked away in her memory to share with him. Â
Thereâs been a change in him. It wasnât just the training that treated him well with lean muscle, it wasnât just the haircut, or the way heâd learned to wield his katana like it was an extension of him. It was confidence. It was happiness. He didnât stutter over his words nearly as often. When he spoke he was sure of the things he said. He would still blush when she got close enough or whispered something exceptionally sweet to him, but he was better at holding eye contact, and grew quite comfortable with reciprocating the small affections. Maybe that was just it, he was finally comfortable here, and with himself.
Time flies faster than it had when they were apart. The afternoon turns to evening which turns to the middle of the night. Theyâre still sitting on the common room couch, side by side, lost in their own little world as a forgotten movie plays in the background. Some of it had been watched when theyâd eaten, but the takeout boxes on the coffee table are empty now. Yuutaâs yawning and (y/nâs) eyelids are heavy as she tries to keep her attention on him while he tells a story, his voice getting lower and his words coming out slower the later it gets. Itâs not until heâs slumping into the uncomfortable cushions of the old couch that they even think to check the time.
When they do decide theyâve been up for too long, they make their way sneakily back to their rooms, hoping to remain as silent as possible. But anyone who was up at this hour would hear their hushed laughter and aggressive shushing. Yuuta bids her goodnight with the promise of taking everyone out for breakfast in the morning, but before he drops her off at her door, they share one more embrace.
She means to keep it quick, she really does. She knows heâs tired, and maybe a little annoyed with all of the affection today, but she was so happy to have him back that she couldnât help but want to keep him close forever.
Yuuta doesnât seem annoyed in the slightest. He hugs her back tightly, and makes no move to let her go anytime soon, so she doesnât, either. They stand that way at her door for an unknown amount of time, each waiting for the other to pull away first.
It takes some time, but eventually she shuffles out of his hold and gives him a bashful little smile followed by, âIâm really glad youâre home, YuutaâÂ
The tension lays itself on thick, making sure to smother Yuuta until the back of his neck feels hot and his heart beats so hard in his chest heâs certain sheâs going to notice and tease him for it.
âMe tooâ He manages to murmur back. Â
Heâs lucky heâs able to return her sweet âgoodnight!â too, because his throat is tightening on itself and he thinks he could start choking just standing there.
When he drags himself back to his own room and his heart calms down- just a little bit- Yuuta decides heâs going to have to do something about that tension before it kills him.
[ you and me, always, forever ]
âThis is getting ridiculous,â Maki declares before kicking open the classroom door. Her two friends follow in behind her. âItâs actually going to make me sick. I think we should just say something alreadyâÂ
âDonât kick doors down Makiâ Panda sighs, but his warning goes ignored.
âSalmon,â Toge shrugs his shoulders, raising his hands to be palms up, as though indicating what else is there to do?
âWell for starters, we get the idiots to talk to each other,â Maki states, picking up the notebook off her usual desk. Â
It was the whole reason they came back to class so late in the day, seeing as this particular notebook had the notes from their lesson earlier. It was important she made the trip back for it before they started their study session. She did take the better notes of the three of them.
âApparently all their time together isnât getting anywhere,â She huffs. âI swear, all he does is talk about her. Heâs bound to have something good enough to confess already, right?âÂ
Toge giggles into his collar.
âEase up a bit, theyâll come around to it when theyâre ready, wonât they?â Panda tries to be the voice of reason. Â
Thereâs a pause for silence. And then Toge and Maki are cackling so hard they have to hold their stomachs to relieve the twisting knots of their muscles.
âItâs been months!â Maki hollers through her mania.
âSalmon!âÂ
âI mean, how much more of this can you guys take?â She doesnât give them the time to answer her question. âI canât stand listening to him ramble on and on about her. Did you know the one phone call I got, he talked about her the whole time?âÂ
âYouâve mentionedâ Panda mumbles, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head.
âTuna tunaâ Toge agreed, before making a crude motion with his hands that had Maki bursting into laughter again.
Maki rolls her eyes, before grabbing her missing notebook from her desk and stuffing it into her backpack. Sheâd been holding back on intervening on these two for months now. At first, she didnât care enough. If (y/n) and Yuuta wanted to dance around each other like children with crushes then that was their business. But now the romantic tension was so thick it choked her up to be in a room with them. The lingering stares, the flirty giggles, the blushing- gah- she couldnât stand it.
Donât get her wrong, she didnât hate love, and she didnât hate either of them for being in love. She hated wimps. And these two were being the wimpiest people sheâs ever seen for not fessing up already.
Also, wasnât she just being a good friend for getting two dumbasses in love to admit theyâre in love with each other? She did want them to be together after all, they were good for each other.
âI think itâs sweet that he loves her so much!â Panda argues. âI donât mind listening to it. (y/nâs) really nice. They deserve each otherâÂ
âOh, yeah, they deserve each other,â Maki agrees but her tone drips with something hostile. âNo shit, do you not see how much she stares at him?âÂ
Togeâs snickering gets louder. It wasnât often there was gossip among the small group, there wasnât exactly time for it. But this was rather entertaining, and watching two of his friends trip over themselves with how hard theyâd been crushing on each other had been the cherry on top.
âWell, yeah,â Panda finally lets out a small laugh. âActually, the other day I was talking to her, and I donât think she heard a word I said,â He chuckles as he recalls the way her eyes glazed over and a dopey little smile took over her face. âI donât know how he hasnât noticed itâÂ
âSalmonâ Toge scoffs.
âYeah, heâs more oblivious than she isâ Maki agrees.
âBut I donât think we should do anything about itâ Panda tries to reason.
âTheyâre never going to make a move if we donât say something,â Maki huffs. âCanât they just get it over with already? How hard is a confession anyways?âÂ
âLike youâve ever confessed to anyoneâ Panda throws back at her with a proud grin.
Toge makes a sound of delight to see the gossiping turning into something much more interesting.
Maki glares at the both of them before snarling.
âThatâs it!â She declares, throwing her bag over her shoulder. âIâm going to go tell them right now. Whoever I find first is going to hear great news today!âÂ
âMaki donât!â Panda hollers, marching after her out the door. âItâs not our place! Thatâs an invasion of privacy!âÂ
Togeâs enthusiastic babbling of rice ball ingredients follows them out into the hall, eager to see where this was going to go.
The classroom door slides shut behind him, and the sounds of their heavy, quick footsteps drones on until theyâre too far to be heard. Itâs not until the room is completely silent that a small exhale of relief is heard, under the large desk that Gojo pretended to use during his lessons.
âI think weâre in the clearâ Yuuta whispers, once heâs absolutely certain that no one is left in the room.
He drops his hand from over (y/nâs) mouth, where sheâs been gnawing on her bottom lip for the last six minutes in fear that their classmates were going to notice them hiding under there.
âReally?â She asks in a teasing tone of voice. âBecause it sounds like theyâre looking for usâÂ
Yuuta huffs in defeat, a look on his face that completely contrasts her own. (y/nâs) brightened, grinning from ear to ear and giggling under her breath. Â
Theyâre squished into the small space so when she giggles he can feel her breath fanning over his neck, and even though he wants to grab her by the shoulders and make her come back to reality- which is that their friends are on a rampage right now to get them to confess to each other, something theyâd just done minutes before theyâd stormed into this very classroom- but he canât. He takes one look at her, with her starry eyes and cute smile and he accepts whatever fate has in store for him.
(y/n) had surprised him here, happily announcing she wrapped up her lessons early so that they could spend the afternoon together. He only had a few days left until heâd be shipped off to Africa again, so sheâd worked diligently today to be sure she could give him every spare minute of her free time. Somehow theyâd wound up in the classroom alone. Â
One minute Yuutaâs going on about how excited he was to hang out with her and the next thing he knows heâs accidentally letting it slip that heâd like to have her all to himself all the time. He realized instantly that heâd said something a little too romantically charged because suddenly sheâs staring up at him with those damn wide eyes and a smile full of secrets.
He mustâve said something right though, because one thing led to another and she had an iron grip on his collar while her strawberry gloss smeared all over his mouth.
(y/n) smirks now as she reaches her thumb up to his lips now, wiping away a subtle speck of pink glitter that had been left behind there. Her face heats up as she recalls how carried away sheâd gotten just minutes ago. Until their friends showed up and nearly caught them in the act. Â
Had Maki kicked down that door just a minute earlier, they surely wouldâve been caught in their scrambling. More specifically, they wouldâve caught the awkward way Yuuta had lifted (y/n) off the desk heâd just set her on, only to hustle them both under the desk, the only half-decent hiding place in this whole room.
âYouâre kidding,â Sheâd mumbled when he drew his knees to his chest and beckoned her to duck under with him. She crowds into the space, but not without scolding him. âTheyâre definitely going to-â He covers her mouth with his large palm, effectively quieting her, just as the door slams open.
Now she knows they should be scrambling out of here, before they were eventually caught- again- but she stays put in the tiny space where their legs are sore and cramped together.
âSo you talk about me to all your friends, hm?â She muses, leaning in impossibly closer to give him her best shit eating grin. It easily has Yuuta blushing from his neck to his ears as he turns his head to relieve himself from the heavy eye contact.
âYeah yeah,â He mumbles, tugging at his collar in an attempt to soothe the heat. Just as the embarrassment settles in, he whips his head back to meet her stare with a wild look in his eye that actually catches her off guard. âBut youâve been staring at me!â He says.
She opens her mouth to defend herself, but the proof had been hollering in this very room just moments ago during Makiâs fit. Panda had happily supplied the damn evidence.
So she shuts her mouth, and now Yuutaâs beaming at her with victorious pride. Â
âSo itâs true!?â He asks excitedly.
âYou already know that, jerk,â She rolls her eyes at him, but itâs filled with affection. âYouâre the one whoâs in love with me!â She says with a jab to his chest.
Yuuta catches her hand with his before she can pull it away, making her pleased little grin fall to something softer. Heâs able to watch in real time as her eyelashes flutter when her glance darts down to his lips, and when she looks up at him again, itâs with color in her cheeks and a sweetness in her gaze that has him turning to putty.
What was meant to be a half-hearted jest based on something Panda had said that she wasnât exactly meant to hear now hangs in the air between them so heavy it feels like gravity grows in strength. Her heart is pounding in her chest. Her hand feels hot in his. And now she sits with baited breath and wide eyes as she waits for him to say something.
Yuutaâs smiling, his free hand coming up to the nape of her neck, sweeping her hair away before pulling her closer. She tilts her head towards him, but he stops just before their lips could graze over one another.
âYou love me too?â He whispers.
He phrases it like a question, but he already knows it to be true. He just wants to hear her say it.
Her lips quirk into a sweet smile as her eyes flicker between his, lashes heavy, pupils blown wide in her irises. Sheâs the most beautiful thing heâs ever seen, and the thought of getting to love her and be loved by her has his heart racing so fast heâs almost forgetting that heâs asked her a question because all he wants is to kiss her.
âOf course I do,â She murmurs, her soft lips ghosting over his, eager to feel them against hers again. âThink Iâve always loved you, Yuuta,â She adds in a quieter voice. A carefully protected deep adoration in her heart, now bestowed upon his. âThink itâs always been you and meâ She hums softly, taken away by the warmth in her chest and the butterflies in her tummy.
She could sit here and whisper sweet things to him for hours, maybe even forever.
His thumb strokes under her jaw in a gentle motion, caressing the junction at her jawline and neck. He looks radiant, smiling down at her like nothingâs ever made him so happy. This spurs her into wanting to say more sweet things, but before she gets the chance, heâs slanting his lips over hers.
She melts into him in every sense of the word. Her free hand reaches for his shoulder, before sliding around his neck so she could lean into him further. The small space theyâre still hiding in only shrinks as she tries to get closer to him. Both pairs of their legs are too long to keep bent under the desk, so she sticks one leg out, accidentally kicking the chair in front of them but she pays it no mind. She just focuses on getting closer to him, hooking her other leg underneath herself to give her better leverage and a tiny bit more space to scoot closer.
Her hands are on his collar again as soon as he grabs her by the hips. He gives them a gentle squeeze and she giggles softly into his mouth, breaking their kiss for only a moment. They share wide smiles and lovesick eyes before leaning into each other again and sealing their lips in a heated and much more passionate kiss.
They donât think at all about the noise of the chair clattering across the floor or the distinct sound of their giggling as they get swept away with one another. In fact they completely forget that theyâre only in this position because theyâd been trying to keep hidden. Both too consumed with memorizing the feeling of each otherâs lips. Â
Itâs a sweet moment, really, the first time young lovers get to explore the way the other kisses. Gently, with timid, inexperienced brushes. Or hungrily, with eager, heated desire. Taking their time was a luxury theyâd thought they could finally afford.
But this time when the door opens itâs with stealth. It slides in silence, and the steps that creep in are also with slow precision, so as not to make even a creak in the floorboards.
All that can be seen by the three intruders are the three legs jutting out from under the desk. A familiar pair of Converse and one familiar Mary Jane with a heart shaped buckle kicking gently about on the floorboards, rocking with delight.
The hushed sound of lips smacking only ceased when there was a giggle, one of them or both of them, murmuring between kisses and giggles like a pair of school children.
Thereâs a few things that are audible, murmurs of âI love you so muchâ or âyouâre so prettyâ repeated between them like mantras. This continues for a minute until one of the three takes a heavier step than he means to with his paw, and the room goes completely silent- save for the lewd âsmack!â of a pair of lips seizing upon hearing the tell-tale sign of a lurker.
Maki and Toge glare back at Panda, who sheepishly grins and shrugs his shoulders.
(y/n) and Yuuta stare at each other in horrified shock. They donât get the chance to come up with a plan of attack before someone is on top of the desk with a squeak of sneakers. And then Toge is bending over the surface, staring wide eyes at the two in a rather compromising position- (y/nâs) leg is thrown over Yuutaâs lap and being kept there by a firm hand, her hands are still balled up in his unbuttoned collar, their lips are thoroughly swollen sheâs effectively transferred most of her lip gloss onto his mouth, and chin and neck- thereâs nothing innocent about them. Toge stares between them both before he lets out a whistle, giggling as he hops off the desk again.
Yuuta winces as he quickly releases his grip on (y/nâs) leg so they can both scramble out from under the desk and up to their feet. Itâs ungraceful, uncoordinated as they awkwardly untangle to clamber upwards. Yuuta hits his head on the hard oak loud enough that they both wince, (y/n) quickly inspecting the instant bump that forms at the occiput of his skull.
âNo way!â Maki breaks the tension first, her jaw hanging open as she grins in amusement at having caught the two of them here. âYou were hiding out in here the whole time!?â
âTuna!â Toge shoves his finger in their direction in accusation.
âKissing!â Panda gasps, his paws over his face.
âWhy didnât you just say something,â Maki huffed. âWalked around for ten minutes for no reason. Waste of my timeâ She grumbles as she crosses her arms.
âUh, sorryâ (y/n) said sheepishly.
âYeah, sorry,â Yuuta pipes up. âIt was just⌠uh⌠awkwardâÂ
âYouâre awkward!â Maki barks back with a dismissive wave of her hand. âJeez, glad you got it over with finallyâ She bids them her blessing with rough words before spinning around and leaving the room without saying anything else.
Panda gives them a bright smile and nod of his head, his own friendly way of telling them he was happy for them.
âHope youâre happyâ He tells them out of the kindness of his soul before excusing himself as well.
âSalmon!â Toge agrees with a grin and friendly wave before also leaving.
All the lurking around theyâd done, only to give them space as soon as they caught what they needed to.
The remaining pair turned to each other, gaping mouths turning into shy smiles as they slowly burst into laughter together. What was supposed to be a slow introduction of new feelings to explore had now been on display to pretty much everyone they knew. Shyness began to wash away as there was no more use for it. Yuuta reaches for his hand and (y/nâs) fingers intertwined with his as though theyâd familiarized themselves there before. She smiles as he uses her hand to pull her closer to him, until the toes of her shoes barely bump into his.
They donât say anything, they donât need to. (y/n) knows what he means when he cradles her face in his palm and smiles down at her. He knows what she means when her nose crinkles and her free hand reaches to hold onto his collar once more. Their âi love yousâ had almost always been silent, and they would forever understand it in its unspoken form.
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this is for @staygoldsquatchling02â for being excited about my rotting brain full of yuuta fluff a/n: yâall i got soo carried away with this-
xoxo ~ jordie
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