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GymRat!Miguel Part 5

content warning: very fluffy, PDA ➡️ something in which the reader is shy about and Miguel is hungry for, Miguel’s bday is 10/13 here, it gets suggestive so MINORS BEWARE, George O’Hara is NOT abusive in this story and he will be Mexican here idc idc idc, some mentions of food (deer meat at one point), some of the gym photos are white men (my deepest apologies, I just want y’all to have an idea of the pose 😔)

word count: 4.3k (just nod and smile. she's thicc like me😗)

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GymRat!Miguel who learns your schedule front to back. He’s always there to walk you to your classes and carry your heavy bags and purses. Sometimes he’ll meet you outside of your dorm, sometimes you’ll send him your location and he’ll come running. Now, you both walk into the lab building hand in hand and leave the building swinging hands. You used to despise those lovey-dovey couples who were stuck in their own world, but now you could understand them completely. They were still a little annoying, though.

GymRat!Miguel who makes a habit of sending you post workout pictures in the early mornings. His go-to poses are the worm’s eye under-chest, the standing mirror, the bench mirror, and the back mirror. The last one was specific to his dorm bathroom, too shy to take his shirt completely off. Your thorough praises made him feel warm, but sometimes you let more silly things slip.

“You could probably choke me with your thighs and I’d be thankful”

“Baby don’t say that. :(( I would never hurt you”

“Oh so you can want me to sit and lay on you but I can’t ask for the same? Wow. The double standards”

“That’s not fair. You should sit on me. I can take it and I want it. Thoroughly.”

“Oh! So you’re saying I’m not strong enough. Got it.”

“Baby I never said that!”

“Whatever Miguel 🙄”

“ㅜㅜ”

“You never answered me though. Will you sit on me?”

“Go get ready for class 😒”

“😞”

GymRat!Miguel who tells you that his birthday is coming up at the last minute possible. You berate him for telling you so late and kick yourself for not asking sooner, but you still manage to get a reservation at one of the fancy local restaurants.

You pull out all of the stops you could. A gift card from Smoothie King, a pair of slippers to match yours, the newest Final Fantasy game, and a muscle bunny keychain to match your muscle bear keychain. He was your big teddy bear, after all.

You handed him the gifts after the staff brought out a chocolate cake with sparklers on it while singing at the top of their lungs. The chocolate syrup read “Happy Birthday Miguel 🤎” around the plate.

Miguel’s smile got bigger as he took the gifts out one by one. He paused when he got to the cards: one a birthday card and the other a thick “open when…” manilla envelope.

The birthday card was simple and sweet. It was the other stuff you were worried about. You found these cute ideas about letters and notes to leave for your significant other. You had one for anger, sadness, needing a hug, sickness, boredom, and even one for wanting a kiss. You remember Jess walking in on you with your lips smashed against the cardstock, trying to get a bunch of kiss marks to cut out. She just sighed out a “young love” and carried on to her side of the room.

“It’s only been a short time since we’ve been dating, but Thanksgiving and Christmas break are coming up so I wanted to leave you with something for when you can’t reach me.”

Your heart is thumping as Miguel takes the cards out, reading their envelopes.

What you don’t expect is for Miguel to start crying.

You startle a bit, scared that the gift is awful, but he lets out a watery thank you, flustered from everything.

You quickly make your way to his side of the table and hug him. You wipe at his eyes and chuckle at his cuteness, telling him you were afraid he didn’t like it.

He shakes his head, breathes deep and slow to calm his emotions.

“No, I will definitely be using all of these. I really appreciate this. Everything. I’m not sure how you were able to do all of this, but I’m thankful that you did.”

You couldn’t take it. Here he was with dewey eyes and red tinting his cheeks. It was cuteness overload.

You face him towards you and lean forward, connecting his lips to yours.

GymRat!Miguel who stares at you stunned when you lean back. That was your first kiss with him. His first kiss with you and he was sitting here with his cheeks damp and nose sniffling away.

“I-” his heart picks up and he’s opening and closing his mouth. He was short circuiting.

“Can we- I mean if it’s ok, can we do that again?” Miguel stutters out.

You simply nod your head and lean in again, this time tilting your head.

The cards in Miguel’s hands drop to the table and his breathing stops. Your lips were soft and full. Another fraction of his dreams that were nothing compared to the real thing.

He could only hear his heartbeat and the soft jazz music in the restaurant when he let up for air.

This was definitely the best gift of the night.

GymRat!Miguel who doesn’t have the capacity to be embarrassed when the waiter comes and asks if you two need anything while he’s leaning down for another kiss.

He just got to kiss his dream girl. Who cares if the waiter saw him kiss you some more?

You jump when the waiter’s hands come close to you two as he picks up an empty dinner plate. You look to the waiter awkwardly to apologize and ask for the check.

This just makes Miguel want to pull you in his lap and kiss you as the entire staff goes by.

GymRat!Miguel who wants you to feed him bites of his cake. You happily agree, especially since he was the birthday boy. His eyes never leave you the whole time.

GymRat!Miguel who grabs the check before you can pick it up. He doesn’t want you to pay for the meal.

“Miguel, it’s your birthday. I picked the restaurant and reserved the seats,” you say a little whiney.

“But I want to pay for the dinner,” Miguel pouts as he holds the check out of your reach.

When he got like this, it was hard to change his mind.

“If you let me pay, I’ll give you another kiss.”

“Just one?” Miguel brings the check back to your level, squinting at you.

You sigh, “I’ll give you ten.”

“Deal.”

Miguel gives you the check with a giddy smile and you slap your card on it.

The kisses still don’t stop him from taking over the tip.

So stubborn.

GymRat!Miguel who texts Gabriel once he’s back in his dorm. He sends pictures of everything from the food to the cake to the gifts.

“Look at what my baby did for me 🤪”

“The same one you left at the party even tho you blew up my phone about her for weeks? 😕”

“Yes…I didn’t do it on purpose. Me and her talked about it already”

“jk jk it wasn’t your fault”

“No way she got you final fantasy. Dana barely got me a cupcake”

“This just proves that my gf is better”

“Tbf tho you and Dana are still in high school”

“Ohhhh my god. You turn one more year older than me and all of a sudden you have the wisdom of a sage. SHUT UP 😭”

“I’ll literally be in college next year”

“AND ANYWAY you’ve never shown me this so-called gf. How do Ik you haven’t gone insane?”

Miguel clicked the back of his teeth in annoyance. Peter walked by him with his eyebrow raised and Miguel just waved his hand.

He sent a picture he took of you from tonight. You looked amazing in that dress and your eyes were beautiful and deep. You were smiling at him from across the table.

“First you try to steal Dana from me and now you get her”

“It’s crazy how this world is so anti-Gabriel”

“What are you yapping about”

“And I didn’t take ANYTHING from you 🫵🏽”

“We were 6 and 7 and you couldn’t push her hard enough on the swings. When will you get over that?”

“It burns all the same”

“You should give me her number and I can let you experience that feeling”

“Gabriel.”

“Show her what a real O’Hara is like”

“Cabrón”

“You’re so lucky I’m not next to you right now”

“THE BIG C WORD?”

“I’m telling mom you called me that btw”

“All because I wanted to meet your gf ☹️”

“Bastard”

“I’M TELLING MOM YOU CALLED ME THAT! WTF?”

It wasn’t long before Miguel’s mom was calling his phone to berate him. He pressed the green button, air pushing out of his nose as his mom’s face filled up the screen.

Peter looked bug eyed as Conchata’s rapid fire words filled the room.

“Ma! That’s so not fair! Gabri called me a bastard!”

There was a quick pause as his mom made a face that he knew all too well. Miguel heard Gabriel yelp as a sandal made a loud impact with his skin.

Miguel heard Gabriel cry out as his mom took off her other shoe, ready to aim, “MIGUEL HAS A GIRLFRIEND!”

Miguel just threw his phone on the bed and groaned. He could hear Peter snickering from his desk.

“What girlfriend? Miguel! Where are you? Come back and answer me,” Conchata’s voice got louder and louder. “I can’t believe you two! You would think this distance meant that you two wouldn’t fight like you’re still sleeping in the same room.”

“We’re not fighting,” Gabriel said. He smirks as he gets in the camera next to his mom. “Miguel is still hiding things from you, though.”

Miguel picked the phone up again with a frown on his face. Gabriel just stuck his tongue out like the brat he was.

“Mijo, what’s going on?” his mom asked, concern in her voice. “First, it was the party and now this. Do you need to come home?”

“No, ma,” Miguel sighed. “Nothing is wrong. Everything is fine now. Great even.”

“Then why haven’t you told me about this girlfriend of yours?”

“We just started dating. It’s still very new,” Miguel chose his words carefully. Ever since his second seamster in high school, she’s been super sensitive towards him and his feelings. Knowing her, she might give you a hard time. He didn’t want that for you just yet. “I didn’t want to introduce you to her until we were more solid.”

“I think a girl that helps to organize the take down of a sorority in your honor is pretty solid,” Gabriel comments off camera.

“She did that?!” Conchata stares at Miguel with furrowed brows.

Miguel only nods, lips wound in a tight line.

“Oh well, mijo, I have to meet this girl!”

“I don’t think-”

“Let me know when she’s free to come home with you! Maybe over Thanksgiving?”

“Ma, she has her own family-”

“Ok I have to go now! I have to catch my shows. Call me more often or I’ll have to come up there!”

The room fell silent as the call ended and Miguel was met with his messages with Gabriel again.

“CHECKMATE!”

Miguel still wanted to throttle him.

GymRat!Miguel who’s super excited when Halloween comes and you want to wear couple costumes. He hasn’t done costumes since early middle school. Growing up meant realizing that some people your age want to grow up. Fast. No one wanted to dress up in silly costumes anymore or go trick-or-treating. Sure, the scary stories were fun but at that age, he wanted to eat candy all night, not teepee houses and run in the woods.

He’s hanging out on his bed chatting with Mary Jane and Peter while you get ready in the bathroom. The theater and art department collaborated together to host a costume party. This time, Miguel wouldn’t leave your side. Maybe if you had to pee, he would consider waiting awkwardly by the door. He didn’t want the same mistake to happen.

The two of you decide to go as Starfire and Nightwing grouping up with MJ and Peter who dress up as Raven and Beast Boy for a Teen Titans theme.

The costume is pretty tight but he has to admit, it looks great on his build.

You walk out of the bathroom with a cheery “I’m ready!”

It’s definitely not ideal that his suit is so tight.

The skirt is hugging your body in every which way. The cut-outs at your hips had his fingers twitching. To top it off, the diamond cut out for your chest left him internally screaming.

Peter whistled from his desk and MJ hollered about how good you looked. You smiled bashfully, doing a 360.

Miguel wanted to shove MJ and Peter out of the room to reenact what Starfire and Nightwing actually got up to when they were by themselves.

You walk up to him and flip your flaming hair back playfully.

“Do you like it?” you ask, peering up at him.

“I think he more than likes it,” Peter mumbles out in a stage whisper. MJ elbows him softly in the stomach.

Miguel spins you around, “Fuck yeah.”

Your laugh falls out of you, surprised at his curt reaction.

“Honestly, you two can go ahead to the party and we’ll just hang out here,” Miguel said, face as serious as ever as he wrapped himself around you from behind.

“No, no, no! You can do whatever you want after the party. Keep it in, buddy,” Peter says as he starts to guide everyone to the door.

Miguel keeps himself attached to you all night.

GymRat!Miguel who helps you bring your things to your car for Thanksgiving break. It’ll only be a week but he feels like he might not make it.

“You’ll see me again next Sunday, Miggy” you say to him as he’s bent over you with the biggest pout out ever.

“I’m still gonna miss you,” Miguel leans further with his forehead on yours. “Wish you could come with me.”

“Maybe over the winter break we can plan a time to meet outside of school.”

Miguel just sighs dramatically.

You decide to say fuck it and kiss him in the middle of the almost empty parking garage.

Miguel doesn’t let up now that you’ve given him an inch. He’s holding you by your hips, your face, your waist, anything to get closer. He moans a bit into your mouth as you open up.

You wrap your arms around his neck and whisper, “I really have to get on the road now, baby. And so do you.”

Miguel slumps as he guides you to your driver’s seat. You roll the window down and pucker your lips for another kiss.

Miguel obliges easily and asks, “Call me when you get there?”

“Of course,” you say.

He stands and watches you drive off, missing you already.

GymRat!Miguel who is almost knocked down when he opens the door to his home. Gabriel is wrapped around him like a koala, squeezing away.

Miguel laughs and rubs his back, relieved that he’s not heavy enough to knock him over.

“It’s good to see you too, Gabri,” Miguel laughs.

Conchata peaks around the corner and almost cries at the sight.

“My boys!” She coos while coming to the door. “George! Come help Miguel with his bags!”

Miguel waddles in with Gabriel still clinging to him. He’s glad to be home.

GymRat!Miguel who gets your call in the middle of Gabriel watching him play Final Fantasy. He pauses the game and runs to his room, Gabriel yelling at him to come back and unpause the game.

You tell that you made it home and that you’ll call him later.

You blow a kiss at the screen and he catches it with glee before you end the call.

Miguel is glad you left before Gabriel opens his door like that one big bird meme.

“Was that her?” he asks, voice excited. “Is she still on the phone?”

“Yes. No. Why are you eavesdropping like a creep?”

“I wasn’t eavesdropping! It just dawned on me a little too late that you left to go talk to her.”

“Whatever,” Miguel groaned. “Let’s just get back to the game.”

“You know you can’t hide her from me forever, right?” Gabriel says, skipping next to Miguel.

“I’m not trying to. But you being a weirdo will make me want to.”

Conchata passes by them with a laundry basket on her hip, “Who’s hiding something?”

“Nobody!” Both Miguel and Gabriel shout in her direction and run back to their game.

Conchata rolls her eyes and continues to her bedroom.

GymRat!Miguel who becomes overwhelmed on Thanksgiving Day. It’s as if every close and distant relative was here. The first floor was full of people. As much as Miguel puts on, he’s never been an much of an extrovert.

He’s up in his room taking a breather. He pulls out one of the cards you gifted him. The one for when he missed your kisses.

He opens and pulls out a letter. There’s instructions on it.

“Each shade is for a different feeling!”

There was a cute chibi doodle of you kissing him on the cheeks at the bottom of the letter. He saw that there was a shade for nervousness/being overwhelmed.

He pulls out a polaroid of you and opens the bag of glossy paper kisses. He flips one and it reads, “Breathe slow and steady 10 times. Kiss me when you’re done.”

He does as you say and brings the paper to his lips. It even smells like you. Sweet. Fruity.

He smiles to himself and takes out one more.

GymRat!Miguel who finally lets Gabriel talk to you on Friday.

“He can be a bit annoying. I’m warning you now,” Miguel says.

“Don’t say that, Miggy. He’s your brother! He’s allowed to bother you at least a little. ”

Miguel yells for Gabriel to come in and he’s running to snatch Miguel’s phone.

“Hi! My name is Gabriel, the better O’Hara. It’s so nice to finally meet you!”

“Oh my gosh,” Miguel watches as you gasp. “It’s like another Miguel!”

Miguel snickers as Gabriel groans loudly in annoyance.

“I don’t look like him. He looks like me!” Gabriel pouts.

“Well, you both sport that same O’Hara pout.”

Gabriel and you chat for a long time. Miguel had to cut the conversation short when Gabriel started to tell embarrassing stories from their childhood.

“Alright, you’re done,” Miguel says and snatches the phone back.

“Aw, but we were just getting to the good stuff!”

“Yeah!” you say. “I wanna know how you messed up the science lab in middle school!”

“Nuh uh, Gabri is running his mouth too much. Get out.”

“I can’t wait to see you in person!” Gabriel shouts as Miguel pushes him towards the door. “You can meet my girlfriend too! She’ll love you!”

“I can’t wait,” you say, laughing as Miguel struggles to detach Gabriel’s fingers from the doorway.

GymRat!Miguel who talks to you on the phone until you fall asleep. You look adorable as you’re blissful to the outside world. Your cheek is squished on your pillow.

He has the urge to bite it like it’s mochi.

“Buenas noches, mi amor,” he whispers before he closes his eyes, falling asleep to the sound of your breaths.

He didn’t know that you were still partially awake to hear him.

GymRat!Miguel who picks you up and spins you around after the break. You squeal in shock, surprised that he could pick you up in the first place.

“Baby, I lift much heavier weights at the gym. This is nothing,” Miguel stares at you as if you have two heads when you comment on it.

You’re in a daydream the rest of the day because of that fact.

GymRat!Miguel who joins you on your late study nights in the library closer to finals. You two always sit at one of the tables hidden by the giant bookshelves.

It was nice and cozy. Quiet and roomy.

It was also a great place to makeout.

Every time you got a set of flashcards memorized, Miguel would pull you in his lap and devour you with kisses. It was a great motivation and a welcomed distraction.

It always ended up getting a little too heated and Miguel would have to excuse himself to go to the bathroom.

Sometimes you would feel so delirious that you wanted him to stay so you could crawl under the table and take care of his problems for him.

That was definitely the multiple late nights talking.

GymRat!Miguel who is super bummed out by the time Christmas break starts because you two can’t find a proper time to meet.

You have to visit several other family member’s houses and his biological dad wants his family to join him and his family at some ski resort before the week of Christmas.

George O’Hara was not turning down a free vacation.

You told him to cheer up and enjoy the snow and jacuzzis. Miguel couldn’t help but to think that the jacuzzi would be better with you on top of him in it.

And when Gabriel annoys him, he didn’t mind all that much because that was his baby brother whom he loves dearly. It was when Kron, his step-brother, would run his mouth that Miguel would seriously get annoyed.

He’s been competing with Miguel ever since he caught on to the fact that his dad had a secret love child.

Right now though, he was pissing Miguel off.

First, it was fighting Miguel over a snowboard. Then, it was taking the last elk burger and not even finishing it. Next, trying to knock him off balance right as he got off of the ski lift.

It was as if he was 8 and not 20.

His final straw was when he was being a dick towards Gabriel. All Gabriel was trying to do was bring them together and Kron cursed at him.

Even Miguel doesn’t tell Gabriel to fuck off.

“What is up with you? Don’t cuss at him. He didn’t do anything to you,” Miguel unlocks himself from his snowboard, ready to leave.

“It’s ok, Migs,” Gabriel held his hand out, knowing how this could end.

“No it’s not. He’s been nothing but a dickhead to you, to us, this entire trip. I’m sick of it. Go be annoying somewhere else, Kron.”

“Dad,” Miguel shouts out. Both George and Tyler looked over at him in concern. Miguel didn’t feel like directing himself towards a specific person. “I’m going to the room, I’ll be back down for dinner.”

Tyler wanted to run after him. George was eyeing Tyler for even reacting to Miguel’s cries. Nancy and Conchata just stood in confusion.

“He, uh, he probably just needs a breather. Maybe he’ll talk to his girlfriend!” Gabriel said trying to lighten the mood.

“Girlfriend? What girlfriend? I didn’t hear about any girlfriend,” Tyler says, saddened that he was being left out.

“Shit,” Gabriel mumbled to himself.

“You don’t live in our home, Tyler. Of course you don’t know,” George says, a bit peeved.

“What George means to say is that it’s all new. Fresh! Even I haven’t met the girl,” Conchata slides in matter of factly.

“Tyler should know her, being that she was the one who emailed him with our son’s case,” George grumbled out.

Tyler turned to Gabriel, “Jessica?”

“Uh, no.”

Tyler then says your name with a fondness. As if he knew you like an old friend. “She was quite compelling with her words!”

“So the two of you know of her and I still don’t even know what she looks like. I never thought this day would come,” Conchata held her gloved hand over her forehead like she was about to faint.

“Why don’t we host a small dinner next year? We can get to know her that way,” Nancy chimes in.

“Guys, I really don’t think that’s necessary-”

“Nonsense, Gabriel. If this girl was willing to do something so brave for Miguel we have to meet her,” Tyler grips Gabriel’s shoulder tight. A grip that could rival his brother’s.

“That’s a great idea, Tyler! Nice co-parenting move!” Conchata holds her fist out for him to bump. He does it proudly and they walk towards one of the cabins while Nancy follows behind, discussing dinner ideas.

George only scoffs and stomps off to his room mirroring Miguel’s mannerisms.

Gabriel was screwed once Miguel finds out.

GymRat!Miguel who waits until Christmas night in his bedroom to open the gift you sent to him. He smiles at your cute message and unfolds the paper to so much. It’s a Spider-man lego mask, a customized hoodie with a doodle of you and him, two picture frames with the two of you from his birthday dinner and the Halloween party, and some polaroids that you warned him to look at by himself later.

His breath shuttered as he took him in. They were all of you in your dorm room. They started off innocent. You were smiling, laughing, staring at the camera. Then they got a little more explicit.

You had on a tank top with no bra. Your cleavage was on display. Some showed your entire body on the bed. Some showed your torso and hips, curvy and full.

Miguel felt faint.

His final straw was the last picture in the stack. It was a picture of you from behind, “Merry Christmas XX” written in cursive across the top. You had on briefs but your ass was still readable, peaking out from the bottom. There was an arch in your back as you looked over your shoulder seductively. What a tease.

You were going to send him to an early grave. And who took these pictures?

All Miguel remembers was shuddering, hips lifting off the bed as he held one of pictures high. He had to bite his shirt as to not startle the entire house.

After he cleans up, he spreads the pictures across his bare chest and clicks a photo with a lazy yet satisfied smile.

You respond back with voice memos, so happy that he loved his gift. You also send some sounding a bit needy.

Miguel calls you and talks with you all night.

This Christmas wasn’t so bad after all.

dividers by: @plutism 🩵

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Brother best friend | Gojo satoru

Genre : fluff , short ,

Reader who is suguru twin sister, who can't use Jujutsu but can still see curses, goes to a regular high.

An: got this idea when I was walk home from school. I bag was so fucking heavy it was almost 7kgs 😭

" suguru ~ where are you going?" The teenage boy with the sunglasses ask his best friend

" I'm picking up my sister from school "

" can I come along? " his face brighten having the idea seeing you again even though he just saw you yesterday.

Since they had nothing to do today because yaga-sensei was in a meeting with the the higher ups and other teachers, why not pick you up from school?

Every since you and Suguru came here in Tokyo you guys debate whether or not to rent a apartment . Since you go to a regular high school and Suguru to Jujutsu tech.

After a few months you decided to live with your brother in Jujutsu tech , because you barley go back to the apartment anyways and you guys can save up more money , even though you can't use cursed energy you can also do some side training with your brother and his friends

" where are you two going " shoko asked the duo

" we're off to pick up y/n from school " gojo answer with a beaming smile

" mind buying some refreshment on your way back? It's hot out here " shoko complained about the Suns heat

" sure "

" cya later , come on Suguru let's go "

" wait up, no need to rush we have plenty of time "

" look at those two guys over the at the gate! "

" wow they are so hot ! "

" why are they there tho? "

" look at their uniform, I haven't seen them around here"

" maybe they're fro. Those private schoolers "

You hear the crowd of girls say as you made your wat time the gate .

You sigh " why is it so damn hot today " you wipe the droplets of sweat of your face. Carrying your heavy bag you try to make your way out of the school. But the crowd of girls won't let you.

" excuse me coming through " you squeeze your way into the crowd but no avail.

" Suguru do you know which class y/n is?" Gojo looked at his best friends ignoring the girls behind them

" we are not allowed to enter satoru. Those are the rules of the school. No outsiders of other school are allowed " Suguru said looking at his best friend who lean back against the gate wall.

" what'a stupid rule. Honestl-"

" uhm hey! " their conversations where interrupted by two girls they both looked at her

" uhm we where wondering, if we could have both of your numbers " the girsl ask sheepishly

" sorry but I'm not interested " Suguru answered the girls then looked at gojo who still haven't answered yet

" welllll let me think " he taps his chin " hm I would like to give you my number....butttt I already have someone in my heart " the girls heart shattered and walked away feeling rejected.

" you could have straight up told them no " Suguru said to his friend

" what's the fun in that? "

" shattering a girls heart isn't fun satoru." Suguru said in a serious expression

" I'm sorry " satoru pouted earning pat on the back from Suguru

" excuse me , coming through " satoru ears purked up , hearing your voice from the crowd of of girls

" whoever it is must be totally super hottie, getting so many girls attention- "

" y/n ! " you turn around to see your brother and his best friend waving at you.

" oh I see why...." You deadpaned , so they where the who cause all the girls attention you thought.

" Suguru ~ " you wined calling out your brother which he just stopped walk and looked over at his shoulder

"Can you summon that flying stingray curse thingy, my bags heavy and I don't think can walk any further in this heat " you complained

" sorry y/n there's to many people " by people he ment the girls at your school, that's has been following the three of you.

" jeez can't they leave? " gojo said annoyed

" but my bag~" you wined slowly falling down dramatically until your on all fours

" stop acting like child will you y/n" your brother sigh help you get up by grabbing your school bag.

" come on hope on I'll carry you " gojo kneeled down

" really! Your the best! " you happily accept gojo giving you a piggy back ride.

" up we go." He lifted you , your arm around his neck as you sigh of relief

" what do you have in your bag anyways ? Stones ? "

" that damm professor said we had to bring those three big ass heavy books today and the audacity of him not showing up! "

" is she asleep? "

" yeah "

" I can feel her drool seeping through my uniform " gojo said still carrying you . They stayed silent for a while

" Suguru "

" hm ?"

" you know I like y/n right? " he turn to his friend

" like an open book."

It's no secret that gojo satoru have a crush on you. Suguru caught on the momment you step on Jujutsu high. It's was love at first sight gojo thought

" what you said earlier. About ' shattering a girls heart isn't fun ' I won't let it happen to y/n " satoru said seriously, turning to look at his best friend.

" I know, that's why I didn't stop you. If it was some other dude I would have break his bones already " that makes satoru chuckle a little

" watcha laughing about? " they both heard your sleepy voice

" nothing " they both said in sink , making you pout thinking you missed a good joke or something important.

[mynameismckenziemae]

You can’t convince me that Jake doesn’t have a pregnancy kink…..the further along the better for him

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Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Smut, pregnancy, oral (f receiving).

2 weeks. 14 days. 336 hours. 20160 minutes. That’s how much time is left until Natasha’s due date. The pregnancy had thankfully been a breeze until the last trimester when she’d been reassigned to administrative work and was bored almost to tears.

To make matters worse, Jake’s been deployed since she’s been on desk duty and was supposed to have been back 6 days ago. Not only was he missing all the appointments, the growing belly, and big kicks, but Nat’s already high sex drive kept increasing the further along she got; her fingers and toys just weren’t cutting it anymore.

Her frustration with everything; Jake being gone, her body no longer felt like hers, being grounded…it all finally bubbled over when she’d asked Simpson if there had been any word on when the squad would be coming home.

“I’m sorry Lt. Trace, you know I’m not at liberty to say,” he says, looking genuinely apologetic.

“I’m due in just over 2 weeks sir. I could go into labor at any time. I will not be happy if I have to deliver without my husband here,” she replies lowly, but then her lip starts to tremble and tears fill her eyes.

Simpson visibly gulps, uncomfortable more from her tears than her threats. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you, sir,” Nat sniffs, smiling as he walks away.

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Natasha startles awake from her nap the following evening when the door unlocks.

“Nat?! I’m home! Where are-oh wow,” he breathes when he spots her on the couch, wearing one of his old UT shirts and plain black cotton panties.

He drops his bag and rushes over, pressing his lips to hers before dropping to his knees to kiss her round belly next.

“I missed you both so much,” he whispers hoarsely, the guilt heavy in his voice.

“We missed you too,” Nat smiles, running her hand through his hair.

He lifts her shirt and his eyes darken as her swollen belly is exposed. “Fuck, mama. Look at you.”

Nat pulls the shirt the rest of the way off and smirks as his gaze rakes over her breasts hungrily.

“Goddamn. Your tits, they’re huge,” he breathes. “Can I touch?”

She nods, “Just be gentle. They’re still sensitive.”

He gently palms her left and they groan in unison when he sucks her left nipple into his mouth. He alternates between the two with gentle nips and sucks.

“Just like that, Jake. I’m gonna-“ she keens as she orgasms for the first time from nipple stimulation alone.

“Holy shit,” he pants.

“I told you they’re sensitive,” she laughs breathily.

“Guess so. How about here?” He smirks and he rubs her over the soaked cotton of her underwear. “Sensitive here too?”

“Please Jake, touch me,” she sighs, bringing her hands to her breasts to replace his.

She gasps as he fists her underwear by her hip and rips the fabric before shoving the scraps out of the way.

“Jake! Those were comf-oh, ohmygod!” She protests but it dies on her tongue as he licks a stripe through her arousal.

“I’ll buy you a hundred more to replace ‘em,” he murmurs against her pussy before tonguing her clit.

“I need-finger me baby…yeah, yeah like that,” she cries when he obliges.

He groans as he palms himself through his flight suit while he devours her, pushing them both closer to their climax.

Her back arches as her sounds of pleasure reach a crescendo as she reaches her orgasm.

A strangled groan leaves Jake when he cums unexpectedly in his flight suit as a gush of her release coats his chin

“Now take me to bed and fuck me,” Nat pants, lifting his chin.

“Uhh…let me clean up and I’ll gladly do so,” he chuckles, pink tinging his cheeks.

“You came? Just from eating me out?” She asks, eyes wide as she glances at the growing wet spot.

“Couldn’t help it. Your tits are incredible, this perfect round belly carrying my baby,” he shudders, pressing a kiss to the taut skin. “So fucking’ beautiful.”

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“17 texts and 32 missed calls?” Nat laughs as she checks her phone in bed.

“I was so scared you were in labor,” Jake says later as he rubs her stomach later, after another 2 rounds. He smiles in awe when he feels his son kick.

“What? Why?”

“We weren’t supposed to be getting back for another 3 days, but Cyclone sent the SeaHawk to the carrier to take me, Bradley, and Bob back early for some reason. Bob and Bradley got in touch with Sunny and Row right away so I knew it wasn’t them.”

Nat laughs as she tells him about her conversation with Cyclone the day prior.

“Apparently the tears worked.”

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new beginnings

chad meeks martin x reader

words: 1.8k

notes: the lack of chad fics on here is painful 😖. mentions of stabbing/scars, a bit of insecure!chad.

After the Woodsboro killings, Chad was extremely happy that Sam had suggested moving to New York. The thought of leaving all of his past behind was something he couldn't wait to do, and moving away for college heightened his excitement.

Trailing after his twin sister, Mindy, Chad carried both of their bags. "Care to tell me why you can't carry this, again?" he asked, fixing the strap of the gym bag that was full of clothes hanging from his shoulder. "Come on, big boy. You got this; it's just a few boxes," Mindy teased, pretending to flex her arm muscles as she had seen Chad do many times.

"Plus, Sam is also helping. And you're cheaper than a moving company, so..."

"Still? You could help." He let out a sigh of relief when Mindy finally reached her dorm room, knocking twice before a shorter girl opened the door with a grin on her face. "You must be Mindy! Come in," the girl stepped aside, and Chad followed with an awkward smile as he was offered help with the boxes. "Don't mind him; he's just here to help with the heavy stuff," Mindy said, sitting on the sheet-less bed next to the one with baby pink bedding.

Leaving the boxes on the floor and giving a wave to his sister's new roommate, Chad made his way to his own dorm, having to carry boxes once again.

"Hey," a small voice caught Chad off guard. Turning around to face you, he said, "Do you need help with those?" You pointed to the bags still hanging from his shoulder. Chad was momentarily stunned, taken aback by your sudden appearance.

He quickly composed himself and gave you a grateful smile. "Uh, yeah, that would be great. Thanks." You took one of the bags from him, surprised at how heavy it was. "Wow, you really packed a lot in here," you remarked, struggling to keep the bag from slipping out of your grip. Chad chuckled, "Yeah, I might have overpacked a little bit."

He fell silent; Chad wanted to be cautious about who he let into his life. He really, really wanted to. He would never admit it to his friends from Woodsboro, but he could barely sleep at night, and sometimes, when he showered, he looked down at the scars on his side and felt his breath catch in his throat for a second, wishing they'd disappear.

"Where'd you go?" you asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Huh?"

"That thing," you used your free hand to point at his face, "you seemed out of it for a bit. I was asking where you're staying." Chad seemed to think for a second, falling silent once again. "Just down the street."

He had promised himself he'd be careful with who he let into his life; his sister kept reminding him over and over again about being wary of everybody, even his own roommate, who he hadn't even met yet.

Chad made his way towards his building, and you followed behind, thinking of ways to strike up a conversation. Silence made you feel uneasy, and Chad had a frustrated look on his face. "This is me, thanks for helping me with the bags," he said quickly and reached for the things you'd helped carry. "See ya," he muttered, turning around and pretending to look for the keys, knowing damn well that wasn't his building.

"I could help you get everything up there, if you want."

"It's fine." Chad was nice; he knew he was. But Mindy's words kept repeating in his head: "Do not trust anybody, not even your own shadow." A little lie couldn't hurt anyone, could it? Seeing that Chad was practically ignoring you, you reached to tap his shoulder. "If you don't need anything else, I'll let you get settled in. I'll see you around? I think?"

He nodded. "Sure, yeah." You could sense some kind of discomfort on his face, even though his voice sounded cheerful. Chad waited for you to be far enough to quickly pick up his things again and go to his actual building, feeling incredibly guilty by the stunt he'd just pulled.

"You're the dumbest person I've ever met," Mindy texted after Chad sent a two-minute-long voice message explaining what had just happened. "Kudos on the not trusting strangers thing, though. So glad to see that somebody actually listens to me."

He heard the sound of keys jiggling together, then the front door closing. "You scared the shit out of me, man," he said once he saw the curly-haired guy holding a bunch of bags. His roommate gave him a confused look, clearly seeing Chad relax after seeming so tense at his entry.

It had been a couple of hours since he'd settled in; it was already dark outside, and his roommate, Ethan, was lying on his bed watching what seemed like a YouTube video on his phone. So, Chad decided to go for a walk to clear his head. He paced around for a bit, not really knowing where he was headed, but the group of students walking in front of him made him feel more at peace.

"Hey, you," you said, walking out of your own building with a notebook in your hands. "Going for a walk?" He nodded. "Yep, just needed some fresh air," Chad replied, noticing the notebook in your hands. "Are you a writer or something?"

You chuckled, glancing down at your hands. "Sort of. I'm studying journalism, so I'm always jotting down ideas." Chad made a move to hold out his hands, urging you to ask more about what you had written down on the page that was showing. "Do you mind if I join your walk?"

"Sure," Chad said, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of things do you write about?" A warm smile formed on your face as you walked alongside him. "Everything, really. I think if it's written well, anything can be interesting."

Chad nodded, his eyes wandering over the bustling streets of the campus. The city lights illuminated the night sky, creating a vibrant backdrop for their conversation. As he walked beside you, Chad couldn't help but feel a strange sense of comfort in your presence. He had been so guarded since the Woodsboro incident, but something about you made him feel at ease.

"You know," Chad began, choosing his words carefully, "I'm sorry if I seemed off earlier."

You glanced at him, empathy shining in your eyes. "Oh! It's okay, moving can be very stressful. Where are you from?... Sorry, I forgot to ask for your name," you admitted, a bit embarrassed that you had started babbling and rambling to a boy whose name you didn't even know. "Chad," he replied, "I'm from-" he seemed to think, "Michigan. I came with my sister and my friends."

"That's very nice, Chad. I hope you all settle in just fine," you patted his arm, and Chad felt like he'd never been more relaxed. "I'm Y/N. If any of you need anything, you know where to find me." You pointed back to the building you'd just come out of, and Chad recognized his sister's dorm window from afar.

His gaze met yours, and Chad

 felt a flicker of hope within him. Maybe opening up to someone, even a stranger, could be a step toward healing the wounds that haunted him. As you kept walking, Chad started to open up a bit; his closed-off persona had merged into a charming one, and he didn't seem to mind that he'd turned off his overthinking so quickly.

"Wanna sit for a bit?" Chad offered. He let you sit down on the bench first and then positioned himself next to you, so close that he could feel the goosebumps on your arms. You didn't even know if it was because of the cold or because of how close you were sitting.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, taking in the atmosphere of the campus at night. The cool breeze rustled the leaves in the nearby trees, and the distant sounds of laughter and music from a nearby bar filled the air.

Chad broke the silence, his voice gentle. "So, what made you choose journalism?"

You turned to him, a hint of excitement in your eyes. "I've always been fascinated by storytelling."

Chad nodded, his gaze fixed on the campus courtyard. "It sure sounds fun. I used to pretend I was a famous news reporter when I was little." You barked out a laugh, and he felt a smile playing on his lips. "I'm sure there's a video of me and Mindy dressed up and giving updates on sports games."

You held the same smile he did. "I'd love to see that, God." Chad chuckled. The conversation flowed effortlessly as you shared stories about your childhood, comparing anecdotes as if you'd known each other for ages. The more you talked, the more Chad found himself opening up.

"Moving here was my chance to start fresh, to leave behind the weight of the past. It's liberating, you know?" You nodded, understanding the sentiment all too well. "Absolutely. Sometimes a change of scenery is exactly what we need to grow and find ourselves."

Chad wouldn't tell you about his motive behind moving to New York, not yet at least. So he didn't correct you. Despite the darkness he carried from Woodsboro, he was determined to move forward and build a new life for himself.

Before you knew it, almost two hours had passed, and the night had deepened. The campus had quieted down, and the distant sounds of music had faded away. Chad glanced at his phone, surprised by how late it had gotten, and read over the goodnight texts from the group chat with his friends.

The conversation started to dwindle, but neither of you seemed eager to part ways just yet. The connection you had formed felt too precious to let go so easily.

"We should probably head back," Chad finally said, glancing at his watch. "It's getting late."

You nodded, understanding the need to call it a night. You chuckled softly. "Yeah, it's been an amazing conversation. Thanks for keeping me company."

Chad smiled. "No, thank you. It's been a while since I've had such a great conversation with someone. You've made my first day here much better than I anticipated."

The sincerity in his voice touched you, and you felt a connection deepening between you. There was an unspoken understanding, a sense that you both had found something special in each other's company.

You both stood up from the bench, a slight reluctance in your movements. Chad hesitated for a moment, then gathered the courage to ask, "Hey, would you like to grab food together sometime? I'd love to continue our conversation."

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you nodded. "I'd like that."

'Okay. Maybe you're not THAT dumb,' Mindy texted once she saw her twin brother walk her neighbor to the door.

[helloescapist]

Hello. I read your Shinobu in a relationship post and honestly I'm speechless at how in depth it is. Wow! Can I ask for more? I need more. Like perhaps more info about them quarreling? The gifts. Or or they are newlyweds and reader got badly hurt and forgets about her. Will her live be stronger and how will she deal with it? Thank you so much!

SO, because of how much I love the “reader got badly hurt and forgets her”. It just pierces me through the heart, and it, it just deserves its own individual attention. I love it. I really do. So, this will be a two-part answer. With the second part to follow later (I'll come back and link it when it's up as well as put it on the masterlist as well!).

Quarrelling and Gifting Headcanons | Shinobu Kocho

Word Count: 2270

Setting: Shinobu Kocho x gn!reader

Content Warnings: SFW, we beat around the bush.

[image is not mine]

It’s so important to note that, Shinobu really will avoid unnecessary conflict in her relationships. It’s not that she’s afraid of a fight, or even the risk of “losing”. Because to be honest, she doesn’t think she will lose the argument. Rather, she really just feels that they can be completely avoided. Which is… ironic as conflict tends to find her.

Let’s be honest, as adorable and sassy as her remarks often are, they have the tendency to rub others the wrong way.

When it comes to disputes of any kind, Kocho has a strong preference for facts, rather than allow her emotions to run the discussion. She knows nothing good will come of doing that. In an attempt to keep the smile on her face, and further suppress her frustration (This woman has stomach ulcers I swear), she will focus her attention on the overall picture. How this argument will play into the enormity of your relationship. Is it something small such as mistakenly utilized a decorative towel?

The practically of her brain screams in agony. It. Is. A. Towel. Therefore, her usage is appropriate, but for all that her logic wails at her, you really do adore those cutesy towels. She’s sorry. She’ll take better care next time to leave your prized serviette be. A dispute over who’s turn it is to tend to the dishes? No, she distinctly remembers that she did in fact scrub them the night before, but, she’ll note the small bags under your eye. The languid movement, and stifled yawn. You had made her dinner despite your fatigue from work, and she knows you hate the task.

She’ll do it.

Now, let’s be clear. Shinobu is not a pushover, nor is she a placemat. You will not often find her compliant, but you will discover that she does try to understand your perspective. To notice when you’re sore from having carried too heavy of a burden, exhausted from running errands, or whether the heat has gotten to you. She will take this with a grain of salt, and accept that you are human.

However, she will go to great lengths to ensure that the same dispute, does not happen twice. You may see a chore chart in your near future, or she may simply request enacting a rule that states, whoever doesn’t cook will do the washing, and your decorative towels will be accompanied by more practical towels. She will keep implementing solution after solution until one is successful.

That being said, in every relationship. There comes a point when you will be tested. Blows will be traded, petty remarks, and snippy behavior, and a fight is just unavoidable. (Shinobu knows, as she tried her damnest to dodge it).

To be in a bond with the Insect Hashira is to know that these blows are not common place. They’re rare, and far and few between. In fact, your love has likely avoided such a dispute for a noteworthy passage of time. You had even begun to wonder if she was capable of expressing anger. When it happens, you were likely knocked entirely off kilter. D-Did Shinobu raise her voice?

Understand that it will never be anything small that has drawn the preserved woman’s ire. As I have mentioned, she is a woman of solution, and prefers to mull things with rationale. With great consideration. But just because she is not as trigger happy as other partners, does not mean her patient is limitless. There are a few things that could make your relationship tense.

You may find yourself humiliated by Kocho’s inability to keep her tongue and cheek in check. To an extent, she understands that you have to play into your boss’s ego. She will tell herself time and time again that it is all a part of the corporate ladder (both in the modern world and the taisho era), but there will come a point when an ignorant employer will push her too far.

It may be that they pushed off their duties on you for yet another time without the slightest clue as to how to perform the task, and yet to continue to berate you for the smallest of infringements. It may be that once again, they have pronounced your name wrong at a social gathering, or they have allocated the blame to you of an incorrect order even though it is clearly their own hand writing. Regardless as to how you arrived here, her tongue has betrayed her. It has written a carnet you cannot afford.

“[YN]. It’s pronounced, {YN},” while she glowers at the man. The cut of his eyes, shocked that she would dare to do correct a man of his station. A social gathering to promote a new item at your place of work, a tea shop having already driven you ragged for the month. The buffoon of a man so incompetent that he could not work off the necessary mathematical equations to determine the quantities to order, so he had pushed all of his duties on you. Late nights dragging you through the mud. Questioning your competence, degrading you so openly. Unashamed of his own ignorance, far too content to place the burdens on you. To play you the very fool he was, and while she had tried to convince herself that it was necessary, you loved your job. You were not in over your head; you understood the importance of boundaries in your work life. Oh, she had tried, she really had, but to have heard the botched symbols roll of his tongue, butchering your name to the owner of the tea shop. "Excuse me," his voice appalled, a note of warning flicked across his tongue. Completely ignored despite the obvious widening of your eyes, and the touch of your hand against her arm. Lightly tugging. Far too late for that, the rage immolating from every pore of her being. Her teeth gritted, her pragmatic existence whispering for her to cool her temper. To remember her place, to remember your job, and the attention from others she has garnished. Alas, it’s too late. Amongst tea shop attendants, business owners, and members of the community, she had drawn the line in the sand. Stood her ground, as she hissed. “[YN]. You should be well aware of how to pronounce it. You have only had them working like a dog the past few days.” The insistent tugs and coos that you attempted to reassure her were wasted. She was too far gone. Somewhere between insisting he prove his competence, revealing his competence, and fallen curses that near shattered her teeth in her attempt to restrain, Shinobu had realized. She had gone too far.

Shinobu will recognize that her temper had gotten the better of her. That she not only (successfully) told off your boss, but in a public setting amongst your peers, community members, and even strangers. She’s (sort of) embarrassed. While the Insect Hashira still feels that she was correct—the man obviously deserved a tongue lashing, she can acknowledge that it was neither the time, nor the place.

She won’t apologize for how she felt, but she will apologize for how she had conducted herself.

Another situation that you may find yourself in a dispute will come of Shinobu’s own social battery. Bare in mind that while she is willing to engage in the occasional social event, especially if you are a social butterfly, she is still an introvert by nature. She needs time between each outing to recharge her own social batter, and if it’s not given, you will find Kocho snippy. Even a little petty.

When the poison wielder is up for the social interaction, she works over time to ensure she sticks to social expectations. They don’t come naturally to her, and if you recall, she often spills her own thoughts without even realizing that she had insulted someone. This will only be amplified if her social batter is overtly drained.

Except, she’s no longer trying to behave.

She will look your friend dead in the eye and ask why they insist on clinging to you. Do they not realize that as lovers, you would like time alone together from time to time. Third wheel.

Yet again, she needs a moment to realize why you’re upset—she’s dating you not your friend. Ugh, but your friends matter to you. [insert the annoyed groan]. Okay, she was wrong. She handled this poorly. She’s sorry, Shinobu will try another approach next time.

She’s aware that her turn of phrase is not always… the nicest.

And lastly, Kocho is not attached to drama. Overtly emotional situations, and individuals can often times be draining for her. It requires a bit more of herself to follow your train of thought in these situations. She’s tired, but for the most part, she will accept your emotional needs—that’s what a partner does.

However, intentionally setting herself into drama induced scenarios such as power struggles, fighting for your attention, attempts to elicit jealousy as her lover, etc. These will never end well. You will find her tongue sharp, poised, lethal, and ready. Emotional Manipulation of even the smallest level is difficult for her to sort through, but to discover you had outright forced the situation on her will have her seething.

Such situations such as intentionally allowing her to believe that you have slept with another person, will elicit unburden rage. She will rely on the facts, you. Manipulated. Her. She will withdraw, cold calculated. Lethal.  You’re sorry? Yes, yes you will be. Atonement is the only solution.

It’s war.

She is emotional, irate, and irrational.

Even if it means taking herself out, she will drag you with her.

In a fight or flight response, she loses all sense of herself. Backed into a corner, Shinobu’s insticts to survive is what captivates her. Drags her to make impulsive moves, to decimate all in her path to safety. She… hates this about herself. Her carelessness for self-preservation.

In more explosive situations (like genuine abusive, yandere behavior), the Insect Hashira runs the risk of simply cutting bonds. Severing ties, burning bridges in her rage. Pack her things in the middle of the night, disappear into the moonlight.

You will never see her again.

She saw the problem and provided a solution.

Ultimately, that’s Shinobu’s goal. A dispute is really just a problem masquerading in emotions. She feels that as your lover, it is her duty to help find solutions. To ensure the success of your relationship. Her affections will drive her to deeper lows and higher highs than she could have ever imagined, than her spirit will even confess.

That being said, even in times of heated disputes, if you are able to maintain your wits. TO remain logical and reliant, calm despite her storm, you will find that Shinobu is almost always, willing to compromise.

Gifts from Shinobu I believe would very. They may feel extremely diverse, and often times, completely unrelated. H-How could the same person who had affectionately gifted you a small stuffy of a Japanese macaque monkey also gift you… a fish head? Or perhaps the better question is, why did she give you a fish head?

You will find that no matter how far apart you are from one another, Shinobu’s thoughts are always with you. You are always on her mind, the small ways you fiddle with your hair. The touch of light across your cheeks, the small way you bite your thumb when you’re thinking--- you are always present in her thoughts regardless of her task. Because of this, she will bring you some of the most… obscure tokens of affections from her travels.

She had gifted you a delicately weaved snow monkey stuff because while she had been passing through, she happened to come face to face with one in the bath. The relaxed way the little one’s features grazed in the onsen. It’s small puff of hair, and the way the anima’s eyes closed in deep satisfaction to meet the warm water---- ah how cute, you often made such a face in the bath. When she would wash your back.

When Shinobu passed by a food stall in a port region on her way home, she could not help but notice the lavish cloth. The blonde who’s speech was unfamiliar, and overtly friendly seller at that, drew her attention. You had recently taken an intrust in foreign books. Spoke of how lovely the details had appeared. She brought one of his confections, a cake? He had delicately wrapped the sparkling treat in cloth, a translator ensuring that the symbol a roze—no, rose had significant meaning in his culture of romance.

Picked up a new pair of sandals for you, delicate little weaves of flowers carefully placed into the making. You express that it really wasn’t necessary, a simple replacement shoe would have been more than enough, but she’ll disagree. The color is the exact shade of pink that blossoms on your cheeks when she praises you.

The Lavender hair pin that she has placed into the intricate wave of strands of hair. The embellishment admittedly flashy enough to draw Tengen’s attention, blow glass and meticulously crafted. A special order that she had placed upon your anniversary, the small touch of her smile as she places it into your hair. “Do you know what lavender symbolizes?”

The Fish head in all of its peculiarities. While it’s true that that it’s usage avoids unnecessary waste, her medical book had expressed that it would increase your serotonin levels, and assist in sleep. She had noticed the way you tossed and turn at night, drifted from bed to warm your self water in the hopes that sleep would follow. Shinobu will prepare a fish head for you, and wish you sweet dreams.

Her gifts while… unique all serves a purpose. Her devotion to you.

Secured in every package.

Part two of Request: Wisteria Bound Promises

[thefoxtherapist]

“Oh come on!” Sunwoo called out to you, your name falling from her lips with a laugh as she held her hand out to you. You merely adjusted the shopping bags in your hand, taking hers within yours. “I want to check out the Athleta, I need new leggings.” She at least slowed down, swinging your arms as she tried not to tug you.

“You need new leggings?” You teased her, glancing down at the navy blue leggings she was wearing. “I would never have realised.” You continued, looking back up at her properly. Sunwoo stuck her tongue out at you, but a smile crossed her face as she finally got you into the store. Definitely an athleticwear store, it was right up her alley.

Sunwoo released your hand, making a beeline for a display of cargo pants. “Not leggings!” You called to her, laughing after. The woman merely waved you off, picking up a dark grey pair and holding them up to her lower body. She hummed before turning to you, quirking an eyebrow wordlessly.

“I think you already own that pair..”

“Do I?”

You adjusted the bags again, taking your phone out. It took you a minute, but you finally found it, turning your phone towards her. Sunwoo squinted at the image of herself, yeah, she definitely was wearing the same pants. “At least you’re consistent!” You swiped the photo away before turning off and pocketing your phone once more.

“응, 그래!”

You merely smiled fondly at the woman as she put the pants back on the rack, instead she opted to pick up a stark white pair. Well.. At least that was new. “I’m hungry, go look at your leggings.” You gestured with the bags towards the large display. Sunwoo swung the pants onto her shoulder, taking your hand once more. 

“Nah let's get these and get you something to eat.” Her stomach growled. “And me!” Sunwoo giggled, her laughs infectious. It took a minute, but you made your way to the cashier, letting go of her hand so she could pay. “I’ll just put ‘em in my bags! Thank you.” She took the receipt from the cashier and turned towards you.

“Right, almost forgot you only invited me to carry your stuff.”

“Hey! Some of that is yours, too. And we got those shoes for Jamie. And the hair ties for Tala…” She trailed off as she stuffed the pants into one of the bags. But instead of continuing, she took some of the bags from you. “Wow! You’re super strong.” Sunwoo feigned the heaviness of the bags to compliment you, not at all subtle, but very appreciated.

Now getting to the food court was certainly a task. Her attention easily drawn to every other shop window, blue eyes glancing over various mannequins or shelves of items. These sorts of shopping trips weren’t a frequent experience since her most unfortunate incident in Venice. So you stopped, too, letting her survey the displays before she ultimately remembered the task at hand and all but ran back to your side.

It was endearing though, the way her hand would immediately find yours once more, fingers interlacing. “Look what I got Omen.” Her voice was quiet as she said his name, but she held up a tiny black cat keychain she’d, presumably, gotten from the store she just left. It was incredibly cute, with bright blue eyes that reminded you of the man in question. She squished it a little bit and you nodded your head in approvement.

“Should we get something for everyone? Or is that too much?” 

Sunwoo hummed, thinking over your question as she clipped the cat keychain to her bag for safekeeping. “I can’t think on an empty stomach.” She admitted, white bun bouncing as her eyes settled on the nearby food court and her pace quickened. You weren’t entirely sure what to get everyone even if you did choose to but.. Eh, she was right. Food first, thinking later!

Getting food and finding a spot to sit was a surprisingly easy task, taking turns watching the bags and ordering your respective meals. Once you sat down on the booth across from her, she adjusted her sitting position, legs resting on your lap as she sat back in her chair. She looked content, relaxed. It was nice to see given the recent hecticness of life.

“Thanks for coming with me.”

She turned her attention to you, finally seeming to take a breather. “As if I’d turn down an opportunity to hang out with my girlfriend.” Your words seemed to boost her ego as she all but grinned at you, visibly proud of it. “Eat before it gets cold, you hate when your food isn’t the right temperature.” You gently patted her leg before focusing on your own food.

You’d have to try to find the time to do this more often.

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"I WAS ENCHANTED TO MEET YOUUUUUUUUU."

You were stuck at the rooftop for at least half an hour now because things won't just go in your favor. Because of such, you decided to play your Taylor Swift playlist and sing while ripping your vocal cords.

Unfortunately for you, your mini-concert had to stop when a red-haired gentleman approached you. "Miss, are you okay?" He offered you a handkerchief.

To the red-haired fellow, he rarely cared about people around him. But when he noticed you singing your lungs out with Taylor Swift's Enchanted song while crying near the railings, he decided it was time for him to step into your trance.

"I— How long have you been there?" You asked, realizing that your tears have fallen because of the deep meaning of the song reaching your heart.

He shrugged, "I guess it's safe to say I was here before you even started your performance?"

You took his handkerchief and flashed him a sheepish smile, "Oops, sorry. I'm fine. Thank you for asking!"

"It's okay. Just let it all out," he was shocked by his own choice of words. Since when did he care about strangers? He continued, "Going through a hard time?"

He sat beside you and offered a hand. "Diluc."

"Y/N," you returned the kind gesture.

OMG, by New Jeans. He's so pretty. Ackkkk. It was hard to internalize that you might just be experiencing a Wattpad moment right now, and this man in front of you might be your future husband.

Realizing that he asked a question, you quickly wash those thoughts away. You laughed, "Don't worry about me! I'm just really a big swiftie."

Diluc hummed, "I see. That's good, then."

The two of you went silent for at least a minute. You used that time to carefully study his features and noticed how fluffy his hair must be.

You pat his head, "You're a good stranger," you smile. "Unlike the guy I met at the bookstore the other day."

Diluc chuckled at being called a "good" stranger. "That's the first time I heard someone say I look amiable. So, who's the "bad" stranger you met the other day?"

You told him what happened the other day, how arrogant the guy was, and how you got a pdf copy of a book.

"Next time you need a med book, approach me in my unit. My roommate is a med student just like you," Diluc inquired, and you thanked him afterward.

Diluc, who hated small chit-chatter, found comfort in talking with you. "You remind me of someone," he spoke out loud. Very unusual of him, he must say.

"Really? Who?"

"That's a story for another day," he stood up from his seat and brushed off the dust in his pants. "Come on, are you not going downstairs yet? I'm afraid the next song in your playlist might make you want to jump off the rooftop."

You whole-heartedly laugh at his serious-sounding comment. "You're so funny," you dramatically wiped off the fake tears in your eyes. "But, I can't go down yet cause the elevator keeps malfunctioning, and I have to bring these down."

Diluc looked at where you were pointing: there, he saw a pile of medical books, notebooks, pens, and pencils stuffed in a bag. "That's... a lot."

"Yeah. My guess is the easiest way to go down with all this crap is to jump off the rooftop, yeah?" You joked.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

You immediately felt guilty when you realized how genuine and serious his question was. "Yep, don't worry 'bout me!"

"The people you have to worry about most are those who say you don't need to worry about them," Diluc zipped and picked up the heavy bag effortlessly. "Let's go. What floor are you on?"

Wow. "Was that a flex?" You jested. "I'm on the 13th floor."

"A coincidence. I also happened to reside on that floor," Diluc said and led you both to the staircase.

"You sure you can carry that from here to that floor?"

"We can ride the elevator once we're down a few floors."

"Okay. Thank you, Diluc."

"It's nothing."

NOTE i would literally faint if someone as pretty as diluc offers me their handkerchief ?? would straight up just ask them to marry me

SYNOPSIS When you experience struggles in the world of studying medicine and science, your Twitter moot is always there for you. On the other hand, an acquaintance enemy of yours never fails to bothers you. They have such contrasting personalities, yet a familiar feeling of comfort whenever you talk to them. Or is it uneasiness?

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There was a mix up in my end bestie, so I hope this was alright, I love you too 💚 @larabiatasstuff

You were nearly done bringing the last box of your things up the stairs to your new flat, you decided to move away when life was getting to stressful for you and you needed a change of scenery. You were just about to reach the last few steps, you were exhausted from going up and down them so many times, and you were staring to feel a little dizzy. You thought your foot was about to land on the last step, but you miscounted by one, and you felt like you were about to fall over flat on your face. "Woh!" Came a mans voice as you feel a pair of strong arms grab you, pulling you up so you didnt hit the floor. "Are you alright miss?" You were very suprised to see the man who was holding you, he was gorgeous! He had beautiful short silver hair, light blue eyes, a welcoming smile, and good lord he was tall! He towered over your short frame, he had to be at least 6 ft 4, 6 ft 5? "You look a little dizzy, are you ok?" "Yeh I'm, I'm fine. Thank you for catching me, I seem to have lost my footing" "Its no problem" He gentle let's you go and you instantly rest your hand on the wall, still needing a moment to catch your breath. "You must be my new neighbor?" "Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Cash" "I'm Y/N" You both go to shake eachothers hands, and again, your suprised at the sheer size of his compared to yours, and they looked so strong too. "If you needed help with all those boxes you could have knocked on my door, I would have been happy to help you" "Ah that's ok, I'm still new and I didn't want to disturb anyone" "And in doing so it appears you've worn yourself out, I take it your stuff isn't set up yet? Can I make you a drink in my apartment? It's the least I can do" "That would be lovely, thank you"

He invited you into his flat and made you a glass of ice cold fresh lemonade, it was just what you needed. You stayed and chatted to Cash for nearly an hour, he was such an interesting person to talk to, and he really enjoyed learning more about you too. Time had gone so quickly talking to him that you didn't realise 2 hours had gone by. "Wow is that the time? I'm sorry Cash but I have to get my stuff unpacked" "That's ok Y/N, just give me a shout of you need any help with anything, or just want some company" "I'll do that, see you later" For the rest of the afternoon and evening, you had been working hard to set up your rooms and put everything where you wanted it to be, it took a lot longer than you had hoped. When you were finaly finished, you ended up falling asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light. The next day, you had popped out to the local food shop which was practically across the street from your flat, and you had grabbed quite a few things you needed for your fridge and freezer. You entered the building and were just heading up the stairs with your heavy bags of shopping, when you hear footsteps coming up quickly behind you. "Y/N what are you doing?!" "Oh hey Cash, I'm taking my shopping upstairs, why do you sound so shocked by that?" "Are you honestly asking me that? Y/N, your carrying all those bags of shopping by yourself, and I can see how heavy they are because their turning your fingers red. Let me help you" "Cash you don't need to, I'm a big girl and can do it myself" "That as may be, but I'm not going to allow you to do that while I'm around. Now come on, let me take some of those" You couldn't help but smile at him, this was a very sweet gesture.

You put the bags down and allow your fingers to stop hurting for a moment, and Cash reaches out and instinctively picks up the heaviest ones. "Cash of that's to heavy for you, I'm happy to take-" "No need to worry Y/N, let's get these upstairs shall we?" He started walking up the stairs like he wasn't holding anything at all, you couldn't help but feel impressed, you both got up to your flat and you let him in too, he loved the way you had your place set up, he thought it was very stylish. You put all your shopping away while you both chatted and grew a closer bond, it felt like you had gained a bestfriend in him and you had only known him for 2 days. He was so similar to you, in his likes and dislikes, and how you grew up and became adults. You asked if he'd like to stay for a coffee and he happily agreed, you spent nearly 3 hours just talking and drinking coffee on your sofa, it was wonderful. During that time, Cash invited you to his place for a dinner, as you still hadn't worked out your new oven yet, and you were more than happy to do that. That evening, you went next door and had an amazing time with Cash, he was a great cook and you laughted together, more than you've laughed in a long time. Over the next 2 months, you and Cash were inseparable, you loved hanging out together and were always there to support eachother. You both told eachother your issues and problems, and there was always a shoulder to lean from both you and him. You weren't sure at the time, but you thought there was something different, in how you felt about him. From day one you thought he was handsome, but was there more to this? One evening when you were hanging out at Cash's place, you were having a drink and putting the world to rights, when out of the blue, you receive a text from an old friend in your phone. "Oh, sorry Cash I've just got to read this. It's from Lindsey, and.....Oh no..."

"What's wrong Y/N? You look like you've seen a ghost" "That was uhh...my old friend Lindsey. She umm, she let's me know if my...my ex is nearby" "Your ex? Y/N your as white as a sheet, he's more than an ex isn't he?" "....Yes....he used to....he used to abuse me" "He what?!" "Verbally and physically, he would do anything he could to bring me down, literally! most of the time. He wouldn't be happy until I was curled up in a ball on the floor, too scared to move. He used to say...it was him showing dominance" "That b#stard did this to you?!" "Amongst countless other things..." "Y/N I am so sorry you went through that, you didn't deserve it"

"I know, it's just hard having to think about it you know? He was one of the reasons I moved up hear, to escape the whole situation" "I take it he wasn't happy about that?" "Your right, I got a restraining order put on him, but according to this text Lindsey sent me, it ended two days ago, and he wants to come and talk to me" Cash can see you shaking, and you look terrified, he gently takes your hand in his and gives you a warm smile. "Look at me Y/N, I know we started off as just neighbor's. But I feel like I've made a life long friendship with you, and I hate the thought of you going through this on your own. I promise that I won't let him hurt you again" "Cash I can't let you get involved with this, he's a psycho! I don't want you to get hurt because of me" "Its to late for that, I'm afraid your stuck with me. Plus, I may have a few tricks up my sleave" "What do you mean?" "Remember when I told you I used to work in the police force? Well I have a buddy who helps out in domestic abuse cases and if I give him the right information, he can get a permanent instead of temporary restraining order placed on him like that! (Clicking his fingers) You wouldn't have to worry about him bothering you again" "Cash, you'd really do that for me?"

"Of course I would, you have evidence from a second party that the restraining order is finished and he wants to approach you, and I'm a witness in seeing that you are physically scared of him approaching you, it's all useful things we can tell the police to get a permanent ban on him and keep him away from you" "Cash I....I don't know what to say" "You don't have to say anything Y/N, just your smile is thanks enough" You couldn't help the happiness flow though you when he told you all of this, you pull him for a tight hug and whisper in his ear how thankful you are for his friendship. You cant see it, but Cash is smiling as stroking your hair, loving that he can be this close to you. Before you and Cash went your separate ways, you both had discussed and got out the necessary paperwork for filing for this permanent restraining order, and he had all the information he needed to go to his police friend the next morning. The next day when you awoke, you didn't feel anxious or worried at all, because of Cash, you felt safe. You happily went about your day as you normally would, going to work, grabbing some things on the way back and going back to your flat. However something was about to change.... You opened your door to put your bags inside, and you were about to close it when all of a sudden, a mans foot blocks the foor from closing, and the foor bursts towards you in an aggressive manner, pushing you to the floor with a loud thud. "Hey! Who the hell are y........oh god....Harry!" "Hey there good looking, did you miss me?" You scramble to your feet and back away from him, he just closes the front door behind him and stares at you in a menacing way. "Get the f#ck away from me Harry! Get out of my home!" "Hey hey, there's no need to shout Y/N, you remeber what happens if my girl misbehaves?" "I'm not your girl Harry!" "Ah well you see, you are. That little paperwork issue isn't a problem a more" "That paperwork issue was a restraining order! You couldn't legally come near me!" "But I can now...cant I...." "Please, I am begging you, just leave me alone"

"This is your own fault Y/N, if you hadn't have fought back and made me angry, you wouldn't have to be punished right now. So the choice is yours. Come back to me and just have to hide a few bruises...or I'll force you back! And you wont be able to show your face to the outside world for weeks!" "F#ck you Harry!" "So we're gunna do this the fun way then?" He quickly advances on you, but you manage to duck out of the way for a moment and hit him in the head with a frying pan. "Ggaaahh! You stupid little b#tch!" He smacks the frying pan out of your hands and grabs you by the throat, pinning you down on the floor. He is knelt on top of you and you can't get away as he squeezes your throat, your panicking as you can't breath. His eyes are filled with anger and your desperately clawing at his hands to get them off of you, but he very easily overpowers you. You we're scared that this was the end, until your front door is smashed open and in runs Cash!

He lunges at Harry and throws his whole body against the wall with a loud smacking sound. Cash is straight down beside you, helping you sit up as your coughing and gasping for air. "Oh my god Y/N! Just breath ok? Your ok now" "Cash! He-He wouldn't stop-" "Shhh shhh it's ok, I'm not going to let him near you" Harry stands up from being thrown, and as you see this, you desperately cling to Cash's arms as he holds you. Cash helps you up and stands infront of you to keep you safe. "Well, your quite strong aren't you? I'm impressed. Now, do me a favour and leave me and Y/N in peace eh? We have some unfinished business to take care of" "Over my dead body will you ever touch her again" "Oh is that so? And you really think your going to stop me taking what is mine?" "Not just me, but the law too" "You do realise my restraining order on her had expired right? So I can do whatever I want" "The old restraining, yes"

Harry looks confused at Cash's comment. "I'm sorry, what?" "Your OLD restraining is finished, but the new one has been reinforced this morning. You see I have many friends in the police force, and they were able to pull some strings down at the office. And from the time this paperwork was signed, at 8 o'clock on the dot, you have a permanent restraining order against Y/N, and if you violate that by coming within half a mile of her, you will be brought into custody. And if you intimidate or physically harm her in anyway, you will go directly to jail and have to serve a minimum of 10 years. And from what I just witnessed, it seems you have done exactly that" "Oh yeh? And what proof do you have big guy?" "Funny you should ask actually, you see this little thing hear?" Cash says as he points to a button on his shirt that looks bigger and more out of place than the rest. "This is a miniature body camera, and it caught the entire assult from when I opened the door, so yes, this is proof right hear" Harry is getting so angry, he saw this as his chance to pull you back into his web, and Cash has stoped that from happening. "F#ck you man! Y/N! All you have to do is say this is a lie to the police and you can have me back! Come on what do you say babycakes?" You look him dead in the eye, and tell him. "I hope one of those big men in jail makes you their b#tch" Cash smirks, he's so proud of you and gives your hand a reassuring squeeze to help you feel safer. "Well....in for a penny, in for a pound!" Harry runs right towards me and Cash, Cash moves you back and he and Harry start to fight eachother in your flat. Many punches were thrown, mostly at Harry, but he did get Cash a few times too, one right in the face, causing what looks like a split eyebrow that's starts to bleed. "Harry leave him alone!" "Shut up b#tch! I'm not finished with you yet!" But before harry could try to get you, Cash pulls him back and kicks him right in the balls, winding Harry, and Cash grabs both his wrists and locks his hands in cuffs against the radiator.

"That's where your gunna stay until the police get hear #sshole!" "F#ck you! She's mine!" It seems Cash has had enough of Harry, and he punches him so hard in the face that he knocks him out. "Cash! Oh my god, your hurt" You say running over to him and resting your hands against his face. "Its alright Y/N, I'm fine" "Your not fine, your bleeding!" He looks at you calmly, gently taking your hands away from his face and holding them in his own. "Y/N, look at me. It's just a little blood, I promise I'm ok"

He can see tears falling down your face, and he sweetly wipes then away, then he sees the red marks on your neck. "Your poor neck, your must be in pain. Come on" He gently takes you to the kitchen and puts some ice in a tea towel, placing it against your neck. "Hhsss!" "Sorry Y/N, but this will help with the pain ok?" "Thank you Cash" Before either of you could talk, 3 police officers walk through the door. "Cash?" "Michael! I'm so glad your hear. Did you see everything that happened through the camera?" "I did, and that's why we're hear. Where is this #sshole?" You and Cash point to the corner of the room where Harry is chained to the radiator, and Micheal and his officers approach him. "Hey there Harry" "Huh? What? Off-Officers! You need to arrest that guy! He assaulted me!" "Oh really? Like you assulted that young woman over there? That we all happend to witness through his camera?" "........Oh sh#t...." "Let's take him in boys" Micheal and the other officers take him away, but Micheal just checks in with you both before he leaves. "Don't worry miss L/N, he has broken the terms of the order, and he will be going straight to prison" "Thank you so much, you have no idea how much I appreciate this" "We're just doing our jobs maam, and Cash, I take it your going to keep an eye on her?" "Without a doubt Micheal" "Alright, well if you have any further questions please feel free to give us a call and we will help you with whatever you need" Micheal says his goodbuys and leaves you and Cash in your flat. "Oh Cash, your still bleeding, just sit hear a moment, I'll get you cleaned up"

You rummage around in your cupboards and find the first aid kit, then you come back and sit with him on the sofa. "This isn't necessary Y/N" "Cash, Harry hurt you and I am going to help you" You wipe away the blood from his eyebrow and start getting out what you need from the box. "Besides, it's my fault your hurt anyway. I should do anything I can-" "Woh woh Y/N, what makes you think this is your fault?" "He was hear for me Cash, and if it wasn't for me you would never have been in this position" "Y/N, none of this is your fault" "You say that Cash, but I-" He cuts you off by taking your hands in his, and giving you a kind look. "I promise you this Y/N....nothing that has happend today is your fault. Harry was the one who attacked you, Harry did this to me. You did nothing wrong, and until you belive that, I'm going to keep reminding you of that, ok?" You exhale in defeat, you couldn't argue with him. "...Ok Cash, let me just finish this up" You take out something to help seel up his cut on his eyebrow, and put a plaster over it too. "Is that any better Cash?" "Its great Y/N, thank you. Now, let's help you out" "With what? I'm fine" "Oh yeh? Say that to your neck with red marks around it, and your hands that are still shaking. Hear, pass me that tea towel" You hand him the iced towel and he delicately places it against your neck, moving it around and over the tender parts. His free hand is resting against your face as he looks at your neck, trying to concentrate on making you feel better. You couldn't help but smile at him and look deep into his blue eyes, how could you get so lucky to have a friend like him?

He saw you looking at him and he smiled. "Is it feeling any better Y/N?" "Yes...thank you Cash...for everything...I don't know how I can repay you" "If anything, I should be repaying you. Literally repaying you! Look at what I did to your door" Its only then that you notice your door was smashed into and is now hanging by its hinges. "Oh wow! I didn't even realise" "I know a hardware shop around the corner, I'll grab you a new door and replace it for you. That is, if your ok staying hear for a little while? Or would you like me to stay?" "Its ok Cash, you can go. The danger has been taken away so there's no need for me to feel unsafe" "Ok Y/N, you have my number if you need me yeh? I'll be right back" He stands up and places a kiss on your forhead very sweetly, it makes you smile so much that your cheeks get warm. He gives you a smile before leaving your flat and heading down the stairs. The whole experience that happened with you, Harry and Cash was a big thing for you to have to go through, but you were happy that Cash was there for you. You took this time to try and calm down and have a drink of water, once you felt more normal and the marks on your neck had nearly gone, Cash came back with a brand new door for you. You kept him company and helped him put the door back on, he even managed to get you to laugh a few times, really helping you feel back to normal. That night, you had a brand new door, no more anxiety or worry with Harry and you had your bestfriend by your side.

You were both finishing dinner in the living room when you both sat together quite close on the sofa. He put his arm around your shoulder and held you a little closer. "How are you feeling Y/N?" "I'm great Cash, how about you?" "You know me Y/N, being around you always makes my day better" "Even after getting into a fight this afternoon?" "Ah that was nothing, he crumbled like a little b#tch" He makes you giggle and you look back into his eyes. "You've saved me in so many diffrent ways Cash, I want you to know that" "I do Y/N...I do..." Your heart starts racing and you can't stop looking between his eyes and his lips. In this moment, all you wanted to do was kiss him like there was no tomorow. He swallows hard as his eyes fix on yours and his hand slowly comes up to your face, gentle running his fingers against your cheek. He slowly leans in and both yours and his eyes close in the anticipation, you can feel his breath as he gets closer, and before you know it, the warm soft feel of his lips is what you feel against yours, his lips lock with yours in a slow and sensual kiss. His kiss gets gradually more passionate, adding a little tounge and holding you closer to his chest, you loved every moment of this. His hand accidentally brushed against your neck and it made you wince in pain and pull away from him. "Hhsss ouch" "Oh I'm sorry, I'm sorry Y/N, I didn't mean to do that" "Its-Its ok Cash..." The moment ends up feeling a little awkward between you, and neither of you know what to do or say.

"I..ummm..." "I'm sorry Y/N, I think I'll...I'll let you get some rest. You've had a long day and you need some sleep" "....ok...can we maybe talk tomorow?" "Yeh...I'd like that..." So he stands up and makes his way out of the door, you both share an awkward smile before he leaves your flat. Oh no what was that? Why did you have to wince at him touching you like that? You were in pure heaven when he was kissing you, you were so annoyed that it stopped. You sit there and stir in your feelings and thoughts, what were you going to do? How can you go back to normal after that happened?......but now that you think about it, did you WANT it to go back to normal? You had never been kissed like that before and Cash was perfect for you.

You spent nearly 20 minutes thinking about what you were going to do or what to say, until a voice in your brain just said (f#ck it!) If he didnt like you the same way he wouldn't have kissed you back, so just go for it! You stood up and stormed straight out of your flat and towards Cash's front door. You were about to knock on it, but the door swings open and he is standing right there infront of you. He looks like he was in a rush, was he about to do the same thing your doing? Did he feel the same? You didn't have a chance to say anything as Cash took you into his arms and kissed you like it was the most important thing in the world. You hold him against you as he kisses you even deeper and the whole moment gets more and more steamy, he leads you inside and presses you against the door after it closes, pressing his body against yours, you can feel how hard he is already. You pull at his shirt and it falls to the floor, then he does the same with yours. He has pure lust in his eyes as he gets on his knees before you and starts taking off your trousers and underwear, all while your unhookikg your bra. As soon as your wearing nothing at all, his hands cup your breasts and his lips lock around your nipples as he starts to lick and suck. You cant help mouthing the word (f#ck) as he does this, even weaving your fingers into his hair as he kneels before you, practically worshipping your body. He stands up and kisses you again, picking you up and holding your legs around his waist as he pressed you against the door, you kiss him once again as he carrys you to his bedroom, he sits down in the bed still with his boxers on, but you could feel how desperate he was to be free from them.

You pressed your body against him and kissed him as he laid flat on his back, moving his hands over your back and thighs, grinding your hips against his ever growing and hardening cock. He put his arm around you and held you close as he spun you around and lead you on your back instead, with him behind on top of you and pressing his muscular chest against your bare breasts. "Your so beautiful Y/N, I need to taste you..." He starts to run his lips and tounge from your mouth all the way down from your breasts, navel and towards your sweet spot. You look down for just a moment before he buries his face inbetween your legs and devours you like you were his last meal. You couldn't help gasping at this sensation, it was so f#cking good and you never wanted it to stop. His hair may have been short, but holy hell you held onto it like your life depended on it, the whole moment was making you feel like you were about to explode. You couldn't help the escaping gasps and moans as it built up more and more, and before you knew it, you were screaming out in pleasure from the leg shaking orgasm! But he didnt stop there, no matter how out of breath you were or how much you were shaking, he kept going, and he ended up giving you another 2 orgasms just by using his tounge. you felt like your lungs had been squeezed out by how much you screamed with pleasure, you had a tear running down your cheek, but it was a happy tear.

He finaly resurfaced from between your legs, looking extremely pleased with himself. "You have no idea how long I've wished to make you scream like that, god I need to feel you" "Then take me Cash, just like you've imagined, make me yours" His eyes spoke to you, understanding love, lust and hunger. He pulls your hips as he sits with his back against the bedframe and brings you into his lap, that's where your able to slide right onto his thick, girthy cock. "Oh f#ck Cash, your so big" "This is all for you beautiful, I belong to you" And without wanting to waist any time, you start moving your hips back and forth, feeling him inside you and his cock was hitting all the sweet spots you wanted it to. Being in the lotus position with him was so f#cking good! You could look deep into his eyes, kiss him like never before, all while he holds you against him and thrusts up into you. You both go like this for a little while, but you never wanted it to stop, then you could feel the sweet release building again. "Oh f#ck! Oh god!" "That's it Y/N, cum over my cock" His words brought you over the edge, and just like that, it happened again. The shaking came back as extacy was flowing through you, all while Cash continued to thrust up into you with no mercy. "Oh my god Cash..." "Don't worry gorgeous, there's plenty more for me to show you...." Then he proceeded to f#ck you more and more throughout the night, in every position you could do, it was the best night of your life! Once you both finished you laid in bed physically breathless and utterly exhausted, just like Cash. You smile at eachother and let out a breathy laugh. "Holy sh#t Cash, that was incredible" "I couldn't agree more Y/N, that was way better than I imagined it would be" "So?....you've been imagining me like this, for how long?"

"Honestly? Since the first time I saw you smile. Your smile bewitched me, and I'm so glad it did" "I can't deny, I see you in the same way, I was worried you just wanted to be friends" "I think it's safe to say that after our time in my bedroom, that it's more than a friendship hear" "Your right, my god that was great! I've never know multiple orgasms before, I thought that was just a myth" "It was enjoyable watching you have them gorgeous. Do you maybe wanna go for another round?" "Another round? After your performance I may need to refuel" "How about we go to the kitchen and find something nice to snack on? I've got lots of things.....including whipped cream...." "Oh Cash, you are insatiable" "I finaly have you where I want you, and if you'd like to, I can show you my talents again? This time...with a little whipped cream...." "I cant resist you Cash" "Well then, let's go to the kitchen shall we? I'm hoping to enjoy many things tonight, with you being the main course..."

[countessofravenclaw]

The 2023 writing Advent calendar: Day 10

10. Family

“Welcome!” Simon’s mother Carla exclaimed as soon as Simon and Ambar walked through the door into Simon’s childhood home. They had come to spend the Christmas with Simon’s family in Mexico.

“Great to be here.” Simon hugged both of his parents. “Are we first to arrive?”

“No,” Simon’s younger sister Rika was leaning onto the kitchen’s doorframe. “You’re never going to be first at something Simon.”

“School let out early Racheal?” Simon asked as he hugged his sister, “It’s it weird to see you without Maria attached to your hip.” 

Maria had moved to Mexico city for college to study at National Pedagogic University in Mexico City, while Rika, he twin sister had stayed at Cancun and went to culinary school. The current plan was that she and Maya—Simon’s older sister—would atke over Simon’s Dad’s, Diego’s restaurant eventually with Maya’s husband. Simon’s younger brother Julio was still studying in the states, while Rico had been working for years as a communication’s manager for a small startup at Cancun. 

“Julio is coming in two days, but he’s spending the eve with Lina’s family.” Carla explained.

“He’ just trying to suck up with his future in-laws.” Rika rolled her eyes. 

“You think so?” Simon raised an eyebrow.

“What do you wanna bet over him proposing?” Rika crossed her arms. 

“Dedications on our next album?” Simon suggested. 

“Why would I want that?” Rike roller her eyes, “You’re name still sucks by the way.”

“Thanks for the imput,” Simon rolled his eyes back— “Wow, wow, wow, what are you doing?”

While he had been arguing with his sister, Ambar had apparently taken it to herself to start dragging their luggage inside. 

“It’s fine,” Ambar remarked. 

“No,” Simon shook his head and grabbed the bag’s handle from her. “You’re not lifting anything heavy.”

“Doctor said I’ll be fine,” Ambar said while running her hand over her over six month pregnant belly. 

“But I’m saying you don’t need to carry anything,” Simon countered before turning to his mother, “Help me out here?”

“Rika, how about you take Ambar to the living room,” Carla suggested, “Show her the tree and how about you tell her about the dinner and all you have done. I’ll join you in a second as Simon and Dad can handle luggage.” 

“You have to tell me—” Rika asked as they walked into the living room in Simon’s house. The daily was very clearly into decorating as all bunch of  handmade garland were hanged on the wall, “—do you have a name yet?”

“We’re not going to tell you,” Ambar shook her head.

“Why not?” Rika whines, “That’s my niece.”

“We haven’t told even her godparents.”

“What are you talking about?” Simon walked into the living room with his parents. 

“Just a little name guessing game,” Ambar laughed. She turned around and looked at the tree. “Which one of these are the ones that caused you to make the tree fall down while drying them, with Luna?”

“He has told you about that?” Diego asked. 

“Luna wa sthe one who wanted to tell that story…” Simon responded while looking at hat tree. “Guess.”

Ambar scanned the tree. Lot of the ornaments looked handmade, but most of them were beautiful. All Simon’s sisters were relatevily artistically talented, so those had to be their hands work. Simon’s hand belonged on guitar strings, a paintbrush didn’t stay in them that well. 

A bauble that was painted bright pink and blue caught Ambar’s eye. The color splotches were very mismatched and the golden stripes running though the “design” screamed one person and one person only. 

“This is Luna’s.” Ambar picked the ball of the tree and showed it to Simon, “If I am wrong…”

“You don’t need to bet anything. That is very correct,” Carla nodded, “We have offerent to ship it to her many times but she doesn’t ant that.”

“Well, it’s a good thing for you to have a memory of her,” Ambar sat down next to Simon on the sofa. 

“She is impossible to forget,” Diego remarked. “How is she nowadays?” 

“She just gave birth to her and Matteo’s daughter,” Simon explained.

“You didn’t tell us you had a new godchild,” Carla looked at Simon.

“That’s cause Stella is not our goddaugter.” Ambar responded, “We didn’t win the draw… No, she went to Luna and Matteo’s best friends.”

“We have two mutual godchildren from out friends right now.” Simon explained, “Lucas and Aurora.”

Suddenly they heard the door open. 

“Uncle Simon!!” Valeria and Garen ran to the living room. 

“Hey guy!” Simon hugged them both at the same time. 

“Well, i see we finally got you to join us for Christmas,” Maya laughed as she hugged Simon. 

“I have wanted to come many years,” Ambar hugged Maya as well, “Now I had the baby leverage.”

“And you use it right,” Maya nodded, “How are you doing?”

“Managing,” Ambar nodded back, “She loves kicking. Maybe she will play soccer one day.”

“Both of mine do,” Maya shrugged, “In other words… Good luck. Simon better take care of you.”

So, I'm say this here. You may have noticed how these might have more typos than my normal works (which still have typos, I do the best I can) because these are drapples so I don't really proofread these properly

[hogwarts9]

The hangout

@slytherincursebreaker

Aishwarya was walking down the corridor looking at a list on her hand when she accidentally hit someone.

" Oh sorry I.....oh its you!" Aishwarya said seeing the French beaubaxton boy, Nathaniel. " je suis vraiment désolé monsieur" She said.

" it's alright madame Merha. May I ask where are you going which caught ur mind to not watch where ur going?" He said and she blushed in embarrassment.

" Just some important shopping I have to do. I be heading to hogsmeade soon" She said. "The only wizardry village of all Britain. I always wondered what they have there but I have been busy with things."

" Mmm if you like I can take you with me. You can see around the place and I can finish my shopping, kill two birds with one stone." She said and he ponders. "Fine but if its boring I will leave." He said

"Deal monsieur Nathaniel.....you should wear a coat it gets chilly these days. I will wait for you at the courtyard. " She said before leaving.

Meanwhile later at the courtyard, she is in a full blown panic. She going somewhere alone with him She is worried if it's not going to be good. "Come on Aishwarya, relax this is not a date....u can take him to the bookstore for all those books and quills....then to the sweets shop maybe skip the prankshop no.....he could get pranks for his Siblings. Maybe end with butterbeer or tea.....I should ask him which he pefers."

" Warm butterbeer sound good" He said which surprised her and she jumped back "Nathaniel you scared me how long were u?"

"Just arrived shall we go?" He said "yes we shall." She said taking him to all the places in her list for shopping but they spent most of the time in Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop for all the fancy inks and quills and especially Dervish & Banges with all the strange magical items that he even bought some.

"Wow all my shopping is done with few extra" She said standing outside the shop waiting for Nathaniel.she used her magic to store her things into 3 bags. He comes out but before she could react he took her bags.

"Heh what are you doing?" She said. "Carrying your things..." "you don't have to do that they are not heavy."

"Sorry but I don't want u to be distracted again and bump into an unsuspecting person." She goes more red "Oh shut up" She said as they walk through the crowded streets. She moves through the crowd then gets pulled close to someone.

"Nathaniel? What are u?" " Well I don't want to be lost without my guide. The crowd is getting too much here"

" Well we can't always do this you can hold my coat as we wal..." She then felt him holding her hand. "This is more secure way to stay close."

She looked at him and just laughed before giving him a smile. "OK...let's go gets some butterbeer." She said as they walk away.

[nezushi]

kill kill murder kill (<- being physically underestimated at work)

[neopuppy]

Swim (M)

Preview: “You haven’t seen Jungwoo since before he left, right?” Sungchan inquires, turning to face you.

“Ah..” you begin to nod. Chest tightening, recalling the vivid memory. Sneaking out late the night before Jungwoo would depart to study abroad. “I never seem to be around when he’s come home for a visit.”

Sungchan grins, nudging his elbow into yours. “It’s almost like you’re purposely avoiding him.”

You let out a laugh, pushing the lump in your throat away with a heavy swallow. Avoiding Jungwoo? After confessing a crush you’d compressed for years? The confession he thanked you for before saying goodbye? The cringe worthy memory that constantly replayed in your mind for two years? You weren’t simply avoiding Jungwoo. You were dead set to forget his existence.

Pairing: Jungwoo x female reader

Word Count: 7k+

Genre: best friends older brother AU, brothers JungChan, pwp, mutual pining, fluff, M/F, one shot

Smut Warning: oral(receiving), choking, sensory deprivation, unprotected sex(the usual)

IB: Chase Atlantic- Swim

a/n: Jungwoo month🥳💞

“Ooh! Banana kick!!” Sungchan rushes toward the kitchen table ready to abolish a bag of his favorite snacks. Tossing a few pieces of candy near you as you take a seat. “Choco Milkis, you love those don’t you?”

“Don’t eat those. I bought those for your brother.” Sungchan’s mom smacks his grubby hands away from a basket of treats. A mixture of candy, snacks, flavored milks.

“I can’t have just one?!” He talks back, earning a light hit to his shoulder.

“You know he barely gets to come home. The foods are different in America. All he whines about when he calls is how much he craves fresh Maeuntang.” She sets down a bag overflowing with groceries, smiling ear to ear. “Mom’s cooking is the best, so he says.”

“It’s true. He’s crazy for studying abroad. I won’t even bother applying to Uni over 20 minutes away.” Sungchan smirks. Batting his eyelashes for some favoritism.

His mom stares down with a knowing grin, reaching for a pack of sweets to toss his way.

“These charming boys I’ve raised so well.” She coos, scrunching up her nose. The upper half of her face resembles the older of her sons more so. Reminiscent traces in her sharp eyes and high cheeks.

“You haven’t seen Jungwoo since before he left, right?” Sungchan inquires, turning to face you.

“Ah..” you begin to nod. Chest tightening, recalling the vivid memory. Sneaking out late the night before Jungwoo would depart to study abroad. “I never seem to be around when he’s come home for a visit.”

Sungchan grins, nudging his elbow into yours. “It’s almost like you’re purposely avoiding him.”

You let out a laugh, pushing the lump in your throat away with a heavy swallow. Avoiding Jungwoo? After confessing a crush you’d compressed for years? The confession he thanked you for before saying goodbye? The cringe worthy memory that constantly replayed in your mind for two years? You weren’t simply avoiding Jungwoo. You were dead set to forget his existence.

“Ohh, you’re going to be so surprised when you see him!” Sungchan’s mom interrupts full of excitement. The few times Jungwoo has a chance to visit clearly brings her immense joy. “He’s always changing his hair color. Surfing on those California beaches every weekend. He’s grown so much, I hardly recognize him as my little baby anymore.”

“Wow, surfing?” You feign astonishment. Carrying on an act that you could care less about Jungwoo. No, you did not have his Instagram post notifications turned on. No, you weren’t grateful his page was public so you could watch his story updates from some burner account. “I didn’t even know he could swim.”

“He couldn’t.” Sungchan adds. “Mom’s right, he’s grown up a lot. Still not taller than me though.”

He pops chips into his mouth proudly. Chewing as he talks. “Here we thought he’d just enrolled into one of the best STEM programs, but I guess the air over there’s different. He’s always bothering me to visit, teach me to catch waves or whatever.”

“You both should take a trip out there one day!” His mom pipes up again. Smiling to herself as she cuts up vegetables for the fish stew. “Jungwoo stays ready for summer now. Always posting at the beach. The sun must be much stronger there, I’ve never seen him so tanned.”

You have to catch yourself from mumbling a ‘me either.’ It’s not as if shirtless photos haunted you daily. Heaven forbid Sungchan ever figured out your passcode, finding an album full of screenshots of his older brother half naked. Even worse if he knew how much time you’d spent lurking through his following list. Finding peace of mind that every girl in there seemed to already have someone.

Not that you should care. Not that you had a complete meltdown the day Jungwoo posted videos at a tattoo shop. Joking about how he should get a tiger inked onto his back.

Worse. He left with both of his ears pierced. Eyeing himself in the self facing camera as he spoke.

‘I don’t know if I can pull off both? What do you guys think? Ah, this is a new Jungwoo though! I am older and wiser. I have confidence these days. What that has to do with getting both of my ears pierced, I’m not sure.’

He busts into a fit of giggles, dropping his phone, ending the impromptu story.

“Yea, moms always yelling in his comments to use broad spectrum sun protection. Knowing Jungwoo he probably cheaps out and throws on any lotion he has on-hand.” Sungchan proceeds to tell you. Disrupting your rushed unraveling thoughts.

“That’s why I send him care packages full of skincare and vitamins. You two didn’t surpass me in height by middle school by missing any nutrients!”

You grow quiet, entirely zoned out. Sungchan’s conversation with his mother fading to background noise.

It’s bad. It’s really bad. Harboring feelings for your best friends older brother that refuse to go away.

Bad enough to concoct an idea to sprain your ankle. A brilliant excuse to render you immobile for the next couple of weeks. Mono? Do people still catch mono easily?

“You’re coming over tomorrow right?” Sungchan interrupts your mindless nail biting. Flicking your tongue over a ripped hangnail as you meet his giant bambi eyes.

“Huh?”

“To finish watching the rest of Alice in Borderland.” He taps at his phone screen displaying the time. “A little too late to cram the 4 last episodes in now.”

“Oh, yea yea. Sure. I’ll come over earlier tomorrow.” You brush him off like its no big deal.

“Great! I think hyungs already caught up too. We can finish the series all together.” Sungchan lifts two thumbs. Excitedly geeking over your plans.

Wait. Tomorrow. Jungwoo would be home?

Shit.

———————————————————

It will be fine, you repeat over and over again. A calming mantra to convince yourself to act normal. Why would you have any reason to not? It’s not like you were about to see the boy who broke your heart in less than a minute.

Besides, it’s not as if Jungwoo even remembers that night. Why would he? His life seemed picture perfect now. At least through social media, where you consumed his day to day activities. Gripping at threads of his maturing personality the best you could.

There was just no way he’d waste time wondering about you. Not between surfing, mingling with many new cool strangers, trying new foods, spontaneously piercing his ears..

Heat blooms over your cheeks before you can even process Jungwoo’s presence. Standing at the Kims doorway entrance like a lost dog caught in the rain.

Jungwoo’s laugh rings like a carousel. It’s familiar and comforting. A memory you want to add to a filing cabinet in your mind reserved for special occasions only. The darkest times that need an anchor to keep you sane. A power behind such a care free boisterous laugh, one that only Jungwoo seemed to hold.

He’s got Sungchan in a headlock, the two of them tossling around in the hallway entrance for some reason. The last thing you’d expected to see as you entered, knowing the door would be unlocked for you already.

“Cat got your tongue?” Sungchan smiles, arching a well groomed brow your way. Turning to expertly lift his other brow at Jungwoo. “Maybe yours too.”

Jungwoo looks perfect, even as his cheeks flare attempting to catch his breath. Ashy grey, almost smoky blue tendrils flop around his forehead. The cool dark tone bringing forward luminosity in his flesh. Pink blush blends from his cheeks to the tip of his nose, melting down to swollen spit slick lips.

Your knees lock, prepared to betray you. Thankful for the door frame pressed down the middle of your back keeping your balance steady.

“Ah, it’s been awhile right?” Jungwoo breaks the now awkward silence first, smoothing his palms down his thighs. Probably sweaty from rough housing with his brother. Not because he’s nervous to see you, nothing like that..

Sungchan lets out a huff near him, shaking his shirt free of wrinkles. “It’s not like either of you make much of an effort to see each other anymore.”

“You really are much more tan now!” You abruptly spew. Side sweeping Sungchan’s commentary. Jungwoo steps closer to you, your neck bends up more than you recall. He’s even taller now, broader. Shoulders wide enough to cinch his waist in even more. Long and lean like he’s about to portray the male lead in a romance manga.

“A lot can change in two years.” He looks you over imperceptibly. Forming a shaky smile when his eyes end on your face. “It’s really good to see a familiar face again though.”

“What am I?!” Sungchan jumps in before you can get a word in edgewise. “Should be grateful you get to see this stunning face every time you come home.”

“You had toothpaste on your chin when you picked me up at the airport.” Jungwoo exposes, clicking his tongue in annoyance. “People were laughing.”

“That sounds like Sungchan.” You add. Following the two further inside who seem to fall back into their old antics easily. Smacking at each other as they throw out more offenses.

“You had toilet paper stuck to your shoe! That’s why they were staring!” Sungchan defends. Plopping down on the single seater, leaving you no option other than to sit side by side with Jungwoo. A love seat, small enough for just two.

Jungwoo’s laughing, reaching over the arm of the couch to pull on Sungchan’s cheek. The two missing the battle thats broken out inside your head.

‘If my hips are this wide, and the cushion is that small, and Jungwoo’s gotten bigger..’

“Sit down so we can start the episode!” Sungchan scolds you, chucking a throw pillow at your side.

Note to self: kick his ass later.

Jungwoo pats the space next to him, sinking down lower. “I’m surprised you’re watching this? I thought blood and murder made you squeamish?”

You shrug, squeezing in nearby him. Burning from where your shoulder brushes his chest. Knee pressing to his thigh like a magnetic force. “I got over that years ago.”

“Oh well.” Jungwoo smirks a bit. Throwing an arm around the headrest behind you. Long fingers dangle too close to your cheek. Fanning the flames of heat that rise up your chest. “We have some catching up to do.”

“Can you two shutup? I’m trying to practice my Japanese.” Sungchan waves a hand in your direction. Squinting and leaning forward to read the translated subtitles. Lips moving together as he follows along with the show.

Jungwoo’s arm slips down around your neck. Cozying all the more into your side, enough to leave a small gap between the couch and his other side. “We’ll have to whisper.”

A playful smile plays at his lips, wiggling his eyebrows up. Finger lifting to his mouth with an airy light ‘shhh’.

Fuck.

Your spine goes rigid, locking your thighs together for extra room. It’s no use, Jungwoo’s always been touchy compared to Sungchan. Whining whenever you ran from his hugs as kids, until you shouted how much you hated hugging.

He sulked for a month over that. Mumbling an occasional ‘who hates hugs?’. You, that's who. Fearful he’d feel your heart pounding out of your chest at such a close proximity.

Maybe he was too nice to mention how flustered you looked when he’d pull away. Only tugging you in closer with both arms wrapped around yours, dragging you to follow him around the neighborhood.

He was always a bit outlandish and overly friendly. That’s how you met after all. Jungwoo found you hanging at the park on the monkey bars with tears staining your face. Fingers painfully clinging as your feet dangled.

Many failed attempts at making your way across the playground set landed you here, alone. Braving the bars yourself that day to prove you could do it without the help of anyone's shoulders under your feet. The other kids wouldn’t get a chance to make fun of you for being a scaredy-cat after this.

“Do you need help?” Jungwoo kicked his bike to the side. Running over the fake laid out grass and sand to get to you. Concern bunching up his cute little face. Eyes large, peaking way between his thick straight bangs as he gazed up at you.

“Go away! I’m fine!” You cried, kicking a foot out at him. Nearly losing your hold on the bar. Fingers turning moist and slippery after 5 minutes.

“Ah, you little brat!” Jungwoo dodges your sad kick. Clicking his teeth and moving closer. “You’re going to fall and hurt yourself, you know?”

“Don’t call me a brat!” You squeaked out breathlessly. Letting out another embarrassing cry as one of your hands slips. Jungwoo shakes his head below, moving to stand right in front of you.

“Look, I’ll catch you!” He tries to sound nice, softening his speech. “Think about how much trouble you’ll get into if your parents find out about this.”

He had a point. Your mom only agreed to letting you play outside because other kids had been around and you begged to make friends with the neighbors.

“You promise to catch me?”

Jungwoo smiles wide, missing his two front teeth. Swinging a pinky through the air. “Pinky promise!”

With a loud shout that feels never ending, you let go. Falling and landing in his hold. The boys breath knocked from his chest, staggering a bit and breaking into a laugh.

“Ah, you big cry baby. All that drama for nothing.” He giggles, using the ends up his sleeves to clean your cheeks of drying tear tracks. “I’m Jungwoo by the way. Did you just move? I’ve never seen you before.”

and that’s how you ended up attached at the hip with the Kim brothers. Jungwoo was quite the chatterbox, eager to inform you of all his interests. Mentioning he has a younger brother about your age.

From that day forward you’d meet with Sungchan and Jungwoo almost everyday. Learning how to ride your bike without training wheels thanks to Jungwoo who insisted ‘that’s for little kids only, are you still a little kid?’

Granted, you were, but anything to impress your cool older friend. Even trying your hand at the monkey bars again. Completely worth it when Jungwoo hugged you hard enough and spun you right off your feet. Using part of his weekly allowance to buy you an ice cream from a mart nearby on the way home. Sungchan grumbling about how hyung never got him ice cream over no damn monkey bars.

How could you not fall in love with him.

Jungwoo’s head rests on your shoulder at some point. Whispering about his favorite characters, who he thinks will survive. Everything he says jumbles together, unable to concentrate on anything else besides his hand rubbing up and down your arm. His minty breath fanning your neck, or the way his nose knocks against the column of your throat when he sits up to grab his phone.

Sungchan groans, cursing and sending his brother a death glare. Jungwoo reaching for the remote to pause right as the episodes about to end. Giving you the opportunity to take a deep breath when he finally makes distance between your bodies.

“Mom asked me to water her flowers before it gets too late.” He reads off a text message. Standing up with a stretch of his arms. “Hasn’t even been a day yet and she already has me doing chores.”

“Ha ha sucka!” Sungchan grabs onto his shoulders, jumping around him to the backyard door. “Finally! It’s like I’m a damn cleaning boy around here sometimes.”

You trail after them again, ending up sat next to Sungchan with your feet cooling in the pool.

Watching as Jungwoo holds a watering can in one hand and a gardening hose in the other. Weighing his options for which would do the job faster.

“Stare much?” Sungchan grumbles. Softly pinching your waist to refocus your attention.

“Huh??”

“Hyungs changed a lot, yeah?” His chin nods in Jungwoo’s direction, standing a little far off with only the water hose in hand. “You still have a crush on him?”

Snickering you pinch him back, attacking his fluffy cheek instead. “I never had a crush on him!”

Sungchan grunts, attempting to bite your fingers off. “My eyes work great, you know that right? You’ve been in love with Jungwoo since we were kids.”

Hearing those words come from Sungchan catches you off guard, enough for him to pick up on. Smirking, his brows bounce up and down.

“Why would you say—..”

“Come on. Am I not your best friend?? I’m supposed to know these things!” Sungchan shrugs. “Also, maybe read it in your diary, I think about 7 years ago. But damn, you’re still scribbling his name over and over again hmm?”

“You little shit!” You shriek. Grabbing at his shoulders to tackle him into the pool. Sungchan erupts with laughter, catching Jungwoo’s attention.

“You left it out for anyone to find! Kept writing my last name next to yours! But all you kept writing was ‘OOOO JUNGWOO I DREAM OF KISSING YOUR POUTY PINK LIPS EVERY NIGHT.’ I had a right to worry!”

“That was none of your business!” You choke out, hoisting your body on top of him for a better hold. Realizing soon enough you’d end up fully dressed and wet if you keep this up. “You’re the worst! Why am I even your friend!”

“Probably just using me to get to my brother!” Sungchan mocks.

“What’s going on over here?” Jungwoo’s standing nearby. Hands on his hips scanning over the awkward position you’ve ended up in. Straddled on Sungchan’s thighs with his palms squeezing your hips to stop you from slipping off.

“Hyung!” Sungchan’s voice cracks, startled. Quickly glancing back and forth between you and Jungwoo as if he’s been caught. “Shit! This isn’t what it looks like!” His nose scrunches up in disgust. Shoving you off to fall back with a loud splash in the pool.

“Dude! Why would you do that??” Jungwoo scurries to the pool ledge extending his arm for you. As if you can’t swim or something… probably because you can’t. Of course he remembers that.

“Sungchan!” You gargle, spitting out nasty chlorine water. “You’re dead!!”

“Oh man.” He squirms, jumping up too fast. Missing the assault of water hurled at him. “Gotta go!”

“Here, take my hand!” Jungwoo calls out, directing you to the ladder on your left side. Large palms encompass your waist to lift you out. Drenched and dripping water everywhere. Soaking through his shirt as you land against him.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry. Your brothers such an immature little..” you voice trails off. Jungwoo taking a step back, unable to rip his gaze off the way your tops sheered. Attached to your body like a second skin.

“Uh..I’ll grab you a towel!” He turns running off too fast before you can tell him it’s fine. Taking the time to wring your top out.

Note to self again: kick Sungchan’s ass until he cries.

Jungwoo comes back, insisting you change into something dry before you head back home. Obliging as he makes a move to dry you off. Squeezing some of the pool water from your clothing. He drapes the large towel around your frame. Rubbing up and down to warm you up.

“You and my brother like, a thing now?” Jungwoo breaks the tense silence thats fallen between you again. Earning a shocked gasp of disgust.

“A thing?! With that cretin!”

He smiles widely, muffling a laugh. Silky hair shaking about, sparkling eyes softening.

“You’re right, what was I thinking?” He muses, swiping his two front teeth over his bottom lip. Jungwoo sweeps wet tendrils away from your face. Swooping the hair behind your ear, melting you with a barely there touch.

“You can do better.” He lowers to a serious tone. Ending with thinned lips and a furrowed brow.

“What.. what do you mean?”

Jungwoo keeps your gaze for a while. Maybe a minute or so, feeling like an eternity nonetheless. His pupils bounce, drifting around your features. The crinkles on his forehead dissolve within seconds, appearance relaxing. Even his shoulders loosen. Only now noticing how tensed he stood before you.

“Remember my friend Jaehyun?” He brings up with a lost look in his eyes. “Uh, he’s having a get together tonight. Bunch of my friends from high school will be there. You and Sungchan should tag along.”

“Tonight? Oh..”

“There’ll be drinks.” Jungwoo adds. Standing up straight with a drop of his arms. Realizing he’s started petting up and down your back.

“I don’t really drink.”

“Oh..” he pouts, sucking his lower lip in to hide it. “Well..”

“But yea, sounds great. Meet you guys here later?”

Jungwoo claps his hands together eagerly. Directing you back inside to change into one of his t-shirts, smelling of freshly washed laundry. It’s a soft cotton material, just a bit oversized. Making your stomach do backflips as you walk home. Sneaking inhales at the fabric on your shoulder until you feel nauseous.

It hadn’t even been a day and Jungwoo was driving you crazy already.

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You have to wonder how you ended up in this predicament. Jaehyun’s ‘get together’ turned out to be more of a jam packed party. Easily losing track of Sungchan and Jungwoo when you entered and they both screamed out something at the same time. Unintelligible over the loud bass vibrating throughout the walls.

“Bathroom!” Jungwoo shouts again. Throwing his arm in the air above a crowd of people gathered wall to wall.

“Wait!” You tried to run after Sungchan. Stuck in the swarm of bodies sweating pressed together. Too many fumes of alcohol, body odor, herbs and such filled your senses.

“Heyyy!” An arm swings around your shoulders. Tugging you deeper into the crowd, pushing past people, leading you through to the kitchen. “Sungchan’s little friend, I remember you!”

Jaehyun Jeong blows out, breathing the distinct taste of liquor over your lips. With ease he brings you to a keg filling up a red cup before you can utter ‘no thank you’.

“Jungwoo said you’d be coming.” He smirks, with added bounce in his brow. Plastic cup placed in your hand clinking against a glass bottle he’d been holding on to. He makes no effort to conceal his gaze, drinking you up head to toe. Dimples sinking in deeper as he does so. “No wonder he sounded so nervous.”

“Excuse me?” You ask. Distracted by the golden bubbling liquid in your cup. Pressing your lips together to mask disgust from the strong scent emitting.

“You’ve grown up a lot since I last recall.” Jaehyun slurs a bit. Snaking his arm around your waist until you’re pressed to his side. “Ah, he should have taken his chance when he had one.”

“What are y—“

“Jaehyun!” Jungwoo’s stomping between the throng of bodies making the kitchen almost claustrophobic. He looks annoyed, even angry. Ramming through with wide shoulders hard enough for people to drop their drinks. “The hell do you think you’re doing?”

Shoving at his friends shoulder roughly, enough for Jaehyun to stumble back a bit. Jungwoo takes in the awkward position you’ve ended up in. Somehow finding you stuck in someone's hold yet again. Beer splashes from the cup you’re gripping. Jaehyun pulling you in tighter. Chest flush against your back sending a chill down your spine.

“Jungwoo! Dude! Did you get taller?!” Jaehyun’s cheeks brighten up. Smile reaching past his eyes. Unaware of how inebriated he is, he steps forward smashing your body between his and Jungwoo’s as he embraces him. Going on about how he can barely reach him anymore.

Jungwoo grunts from the impact, spacing his hips away from your stomach with balled up fists. The cup in your hand jerks around, spilling down the center of your dress.

“Damnit Jae” Jungwoo grumbles. Pushing his drunk friend off your back whose too oblivious to notice what his actions have caused.

“Your little girlfriends all grown up! Better watch out cause I’m single again you know.” Jungwoo stiffens, trying to ask if you’re okay. Glaring at Jaehyun past your shoulder, he leans over to grab a stack of paper towels. Mouthing a ‘shut up!’ at his friend.

“Let’s go outside, there’s too many people in here!” Jungwoo nods to glass sliding doors exiting toward the backyard. Helping you turn, throwing a middle finger up to his friend as you head out.

“I swear everyone has a pool around here except me.” You follow him outside. Pressed together too uncomfortably for how warm of a night it is. Spring brought rolling heat waves this year, misery whenever a space lacked central air.

“That’s why you never learned how to swim.” Jungwoo smiles softly. Hand paused as he attempts to clean beer from your dress. “Uh..these are for you.”

“Oh thanks.” You groan trying to dab off the evident stain forming. Disgusted by the pungent scent of cheap alcohol stuck on you. Skin sticky underneath where beer and sweat have melded together. “I should just go. I smell like shit now.”

Jungwoo’s brows wrinkle together, upset. Mouth opening and shutting trying to come up with an excuse to stay. “I-I..can raid Jae’s room for a shirt you can change into?”

Letting out an exhausted sigh you shrug, thinking over why you even bothered trying to look nice tonight. As if Jungwoo cares, evidently all you are is ‘Sungchan’s little friend’. Wracking your brain repeating Jaehyun’s mention of a girlfriend. Of course Jungwoo had someone, why you clung to a shred of hope still was beyond your capability to understand, clearly.

“I’m just going to head out.” You mutter under your breath. Dropping the wad of filthy paper towels into a trash can full of plastic cups. “I’ll see ya around.”

“What? No! I’ll walk you!” Jungwoo sticks to your side. Palm scorching where he places it on your lower back to direct you through the backyard exit.

“You really don’t have to! All your friends are probably so excited to see you!”

Jungwoo slows down a bit as you enter the street. Jaehyun’s families house all the way at the center of the cul de sac. The walk over no more than 13 minutes or so. It’s not as if you’d get lost on your own.

“Are you not excited to see me?” He mumbles the question. Dropping his hand from your back to bury into the pockets of his jeans. Shoulders bunching up as if to hide himself.

“What? Of c-course I am!” You stammer a bit anxiously. Glancing around swiftly realizing you’re alone with Jungwoo. No Sungchan around to cut the tense atmosphere with idiotic commentary. “I just..don’t you want to catch up with your friends?”

“You’re my friend.” Jungwoo clears his throat. Rolling his shoulders back into a rod-like stance. Walking with a confident stride along next to you. “..and we haven’t talked much in.. what? Two years now?”

“Yea..” you whisper. Biting back the urge to throw in a ‘whose fault is that?’ Like a sweltering punch to his gut.

“We have a lot to talk about.” Jungwoo interjects. Snapping his fingers ahead of you. “Like.. you still can’t swim?!”

“Hey!” Your loose hands slap at his flat stomach. Nearly choking on your spit from how hard his abdomen felt. “It’s n-not that easy!”

“Ah, see if I was here all summer I could teach you, easily.”

“What makes you think that? I’m terrified of being submerged under water for longer than a few seconds.”

“You also used to be scared of heights.” Jungwoo reminds you with a wink. “Until I helped you conquer those monkey bars. Just like I caught you back then, trust me I’d never let you drown in a 10 foot pool.”

“..you remember that?”

Jungwoo’s eyes shoot open in offense. “What? Of course I remember! If you hadn’t been wailing like a sloth, how else would I have found you hanging for dear life 5 feet off the ground.”

“Like a sloth?!”

Jungwoo laughs mimicking your childish cries and the way you kicked at him. “Come on! It was so cute! Who knew you’d end up latching onto me like velcro after that.”

“Yea yea..”

6 blocks later, you fall into a comfortable silence. Jungwoo’s arm swings by yours over and over again, walking you home. Fingers skim between yours until he sucks down a deep breath. Threading between your digits to clasp your hands together. Adam's apple visibly bobbing up and down, flitting his eyes up to the sky. Steps treading lightly as he comes to a stop in front of his house.

“I have to be honest.” Jungwoo’s gaze averts to your feet. Continuing to swing your hands about nervously. “About what Jaehyun said earlier..”

“Oh..” your fingers twitch. Slowly drawing away from his hold. “About your girlfriend?”

“I don’t have a girlfriend!” Jungwoo’s grip tightens. Yanking you too close on accident from panic. “He..fuck, this is harder than I thought it’d be.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to explain yourself to me..”

“No no! It’s just..” Jungwoo stutters between deep breaths. Nose twitching before he sets his gaze on yours. “I’m an idiot! When you told me you liked me..”

“Please, let's not bring that up.”

“No, listen!” Jungwoo grabs your other hand. Looping your arms around his slim waist. He cups your face just as you’re about to duck. “I wanted to say this back then. I wanted to tell you the truth! I’ve always liked you, more than I should.”

“Why would you say that?” You ask, trying to move away again. Chest caving in when Jungwoo’s arms flex to keep you in place.

“Because you were still too young.” He proceeds to confess, extending his fingers to rub circles over your chin. “It didn’t feel right still.. I wanted to wait.”

“You couldn’t have told me that?? I’ve berated myself for two years over how stupid I was.”

“I’m sorry. I should have called, but I didn’t want you to wait for me..” Jungwoo sighs. Hunching lower to graze the tip of his nose down the crease formed on your forehead. “I said I would.. I felt so dumb after that. That the girl I pined over in secret for years had to tell me she likes me. I’m a coward.”

“Do you mean that?” You still hesitate. Jungwoo’s lips are only centimeters apart from yours. Every breath he takes plays at your lips like soft sugary cotton candy. Tempting and sweet, dissolving too fast, leaving you craving for more.

“Mean every single word.” He licks at his top lip. The back of his tongue catching on your cupids bow. Breath lodging at contact. “Sorry I—“

Pushing up on your toes, your lips smash against his. Sloppier than you’d dreamt of your first kiss with Jungwoo to go. Gathering his shirt between your palms, you deepen the kiss. His words fading into sounds of wet smacking. Mouth hung open for his tongue to penetrate, taste around the inside of your mouth.

It’s different kissing someone you like, knowing they like you back. More feral, trying to burrow deep inside Jungwoo’s mouth. Fill his throat up, lick everything down to his insides. The two of you struggling to take in air between your noses fighting for space. Twirling your tongues together building up to vibrating moans.

Jungwoo’s palms lower, gripping at your waist, making way down to your ass. He’s groaning louder, pelvic bone near your stomach. Angling his hips to meet your torso. His cock hardening already, rushed to fast excitement from years of holding back what he’s wanted to do for so long now.

“Fuck. That’s..” Jungwoo sucks in your lower lip. Mumbling words between. His own now plump, coated in residue of gloss from yours. “God I’ve waited to do that for so long now.”

Me too, you think, licking at your top lip to savor his faint taste. Breath still minty from sucking on altoids on the walk home. Lips pillowy, soft enough to land on and immediately drift into deep slumber.

“Do you..” He keeps moving up your face. Peppering kisses along your brow bone, cheekbone, the bridge of your nose. “Wanna come inside for a bit?

You nod more instinctively, letting Jungwoo lead you through the front entrance of his house. Quietly shushing you as he tiptoed ahead past the living room where the TV blared loudly.

Giving a cautious look down the hallway, he gestures for you to get inside his room. Clicking the door shut as quietly as possible, making sure to lock it, just in case.

“We have to be quiet..” he returns to your mouth. Pressing distracting hot wet kisses, shifting you to walk backwards until the backs of your knees meet the edge of his bed. Your stomach flutters, sinking down with Jungwoo climbing onto your lap. Taking control over your weakened movements with his palms settling on your neck. He gives you a light squeeze as he draws back.

“Can you do that? Can you stay quiet for me?” He questions you sincerely. Rolling his hips in a circle against your lap to feel how hard he is.

“I’ll be quiet, promise.” You whimper. Dropping back with Jungwoo’s palms pushing your shoulders back. Head landing on stacked pillows that expel a faded scent of shampoo and roses. Dizzied by how Jungwoo’s everywhere. Unbuttoning your dress. Caressing his way down to your underwear.

He sits up twisting the hem of his shirt with a thumb. Throwing it off somewhere just as quick. Instagram photos served no justice to his physique up close.

With a gulp you reach to trace between the crevices of his defined abdominal muscles. Belly button twitching as you rub down the thin trail of hair disappearing past the zipper of his jeans.

“Is this really happening?” You hear the words, it even sounds like your voice. Jungwoo picks up your hand dragging your fingertips across his swollen lips. Chuckling when you stare at him in a drunk daze.

“Doesn’t feel real yet, right?” He swoops down, licking between your breasts down to just above the elastic of your underwear. Teeth biting at the fabric to shimmy them free from your lower half.

Frustrated by your panties sticking to your core, Jungwoo wastes no time to rip them down. Pussy folds attach to the material sinfully. Enough to drop his face between your thighs with a growl.

“Fuck fuck.” He practically cries sucking on your clit. Tongue expertly rolling your engorged nerves side to side. Stimulating each one with his slippery mouth. “Tastes so good. Just like I knew you would.”

Jungwoo’s growls reverberate up to your sternum. Thrusting down and riding his tongue to breech past your tight entrance. You thrash up commanding him to wiggle in deeper. Breathing in through his nose against your clit. His face shakes, shooting pangs of pleasure down your limbs.

“Jungwoo!!” You whimper. Wrinkling your eyes shut to control a cry from breaking free.

“Shh, my parents will hear you.” He grabs a throw pillow, demonstrating for you to bite down on it. Shoving the corner at your lips until you’re inhaling nothing but cushion. Drooling copious amounts of saliva trying to control your need to scream.

Jungwoo returns to lap between your folds, sucking eagerly at each. Working his tongue between the crevices and dips. Coating your cunt with saliva, wadding up spit to lubricate you even more. As if wetness hadn’t already seeped down past your rim to his bedding forming a massive dark spot beneath your ass.

His arm darts out to the bedside nightstand, withdrawing a shiny small familiar packet with some effort. Taking a hold of his wrist you shake your head with a demanding ‘no’.

He stops with surprise, tugging the pillow from your mouth. The lower half of his face beaming with all types of wetness. “Are you sure?”

Quickly whispering exchanges that you’re both clean, you settle him between your spread open thighs. “Need to feel you. All of you.”

Holding onto the base of his length, Jungwoo prods at your folds. Directing the tip of his cock side to side teasingly. Having to slap your hand across your mouth when he shoves half-way deep suddenly. Slipping through your gushing heat. It’s loud from the lack of your vocals. Squishy and wet, squeezing out around his thick penetrating size. Fat enough to ache all the way to the bottom of your spine. You bite at the inside of your hand to suppress a cry.

“Feel good? Doesn’t hurt right?” Jungwoo whimpers against the shell of your ear. Stirring his lower half experimentally, stretching your cunt open. Hips pull back, thrown down at a frantic pace. Pointed thrusts filling you up each time. Grunting through his teeth from how hard you make it, pussy clung on his length with each drawback.

“Mmmpphh..” you nod best you can. Clasping your hand over your mouth to the best of your weakened ability. Balls smack against your ass roughly, Jungwoo taking your lack of response as a ‘no’. Using all of his lower half to slam in faster, deeper. Struggling to hold back his groans from how tight your walls wrap around his length in a suffocating manner.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven.” He whines. Tone coming out more pitchy than he’d like.

“Jung-jungwoo..” you mewl, releasing your jaw to beg for a kiss with pouty lips. Moaning as his nose knocks into yours roughly. Too lost fucking you in earnest to make the kiss good. Kitten licking messily at each other between your teeth clinking.

Knuckles dragging along wood interrupt your moans. Echoing around the room with a strike of fear. Panicking instantly with widened eyes, you shake like a leaf caught in the wind. Jungwoo splaying his palm over your mouth with a ‘shhh’ before you can get a word out.

“Hyung? Did you get home okay?” It’s Sungchan’s muted voice behind the door. The door handle sounds a bit as he tries to open the door. Your hips squirm, grasping at Jungwoo’s slender waist nervously. Requesting with a pathetic pleading stare for him to not say anything.

Jungwoo grunts, throwing his lower half against yours with heightened speed. The bed creaks with each shift of your bodies, twisting your stomach in knots. Your back springs up in arch, clenching around his length. Sungchan knocks again- “Hyung? Is everything okay? Did you drink too much?”

Jungwoo’s nostrils flare, applying pressure to your jaw. Using his hold over your mouth to aid his thrusts. Burying inside to the hilt he slows down to an excruciating grind until your eyelashes fan up in a shudder.

“I’m fine Sungchannie!” He gets out, ending in a growl. The tip of his cock kissing at your cervix with a change of angle. Your thighs squeeze, kicking at his calves for mercy. Whimpering under his hand as he only rolls his hips full of intent, wishing for you to break. Gargling up a much too loud moan when he hits just right.

“Shhh…w-what did I tell you baby?” His hands slips, shoving his thumb between your parted lips. “Just need something to suck on to keep you quiet don’t you?”

You nod rapidly, neck straining to wrap your lips around his digit. Laving and slurping up the wads of drool trying to escape from the corners of your lips.

“So good, listening like a good girl should.” Throatily groaning, his other hand wraps around your neck. Leveraging his upper half, crushing around your throat.

The constricting grasp on your throat floods down to your gut. Spiraling the familiar feeling of climax. With a bite down on his thumb your hips twist up. Pulsating around the size lodged deep inside you.

“Fuck!” You cry around him louder than you’re supposed to. Unable to stop a few tears from dripping down your temple. Crushing waves of intense orgasm roll up your spine. Leaving your legs trembling all the more as Jungwoo’s thrusts grow erratic chasing his own release.

Sloppily pumping in balls deep, only managing to pull out just as the tip of his cock begins to leak. Exploding hot white ropes of cum to the middle of your torso. Some landing right in your navel. Squirming under his heaving figure from how it tickles.

“God that was..”

Jungwoo collapses flat at your side in a daze losing his train of thought. Chest rising at a speedy pace trying to catch his breath. Silently muttering curses to himself. A sense of something stronger than relief washing over the both of you. He pats at the bed in search of your hand, slinking his fingers back between yours. Resting for a few minutes as you both enjoy the steamy thick airs embrace.

“I should leave, before everyone wakes up.” You mumble sleepily. Post orgasmic high finally coming down. Tingly all over still enjoying how the cum dried up on your stomach feels. “I can already picture your moms interrogation.”

Sitting up, you button shut your now even dirtier dress. A shower too tempting with alcohol and other bodily fluids rubbed on your skin.

“That’s true.” Jungwoo drapes one of his jackets around you, helping your arms slot inside before quietly leading you to the hallway. “You know I don’t plan to keep this a secret right?”

“What.. what do you mean?”

“I mean, I’m telling my mom, and Sungchan.” Jungwoo smiles large. Stroking up and down your sides before adjusting your weight to press against him. “Actually, I’ll be texting Jaehyun first, and slotting my foot up his ass next time I see him.”

“Going to tell him you spent the night with your little girlfriend huh?”

Jungwoo huffs a laugh, pecking your forehead and nodding. A door at the other side of the hallway opening disrupts your banter.

Sungchan’s stepping out of his room, eyes still half shut and crusted over. Waking up this early only to relieve his bladder. Yawning and ruffling his bed hair as he looks around before double taking. He lands on you with a look of horror, fully realizing you're trapped in Jungwoo’s arms. Jaw slowly sliding lower and lower until everything clicks together.

“Aw man, not my brother and my best friend.” Sungchan grimaces, fake gagging. Jungwoo only holding you closer to his chest, dropping his nose against your throat, holding back a laugh. “Come on guys! You were fucking last night weren’t you?! God, that’s nasty! I’m traumatized now! Gross.”

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Yandere Camilo Madrigal x Fem! Introvert! Reader

Tw: Yandere Behavior, harrassment, stalking, suggestive themes,kidnapping implied, +18, minors DNI, female reader.

Type: Oneshot. Reader is a very introvert person who tends to isolate herself and barely goes outside unless is extremely necessary.

A/N:  Hope you enjoy this little ff, I wanted to write something for Encanto since I watched it. Sorry if Camilo is kind of ooc. Camilo is aged up here.

You were what some people would call a shy person but in reality you're an introvert, you don't really enjoy all of that social interaction that comes with living in a Latinamerican little town, specifically Encanto.

So you were very surprised when you found out that certain shape-shifter has fallen for you and your social awkwardness.

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Everything started a day your mother told you to go buy some ingredients for the dinner at the mercado, she gave you enough money and some bag to gather all the items you needed. Your house was not so far from the mercado and you went there walking, no need to ask some neighbors to give you a ride or anything like that, but as you guessed there were people who was surprised to see you outside since you are barely seen in the streets, rarely at parties o any kind of reunion.

"Wow has been a long time since I last saw you little y/n!" Said one of your neighbors.

"Yeah, mom needs some ingredients for dinner, see you!" You said laughing a little and kept walking your way to buy groceries.

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Once you were done with shopping you had three bags full of vegetables and some spices for your mamá, you thought about to ask Luisa Madrigal to help you with them since you saw her nearby a few minutes ago, but you were to shy to ask and you have never spoke with any Madrigal at all. So you grabbed your bags the best you could and made your way home. You were about to turn in the corner of the mercado when suddenly bumped into someone dropping your bags in the process, you didn't know who was these young man who looked just about your age so you said in a barely audible voice:

"Oh! Lo siento, I didn't see you!"

He looked a bit confused, because he didn't recognize you, and he would remember a pretty face as yours for sure, but he recovered for the surprise quickly.

"Don't worry hermosa! It was my fault, here let me help you with your things.

He wanted to ask you if you were new in the village or you were visiting your relatives, but he refrained 'cause you looked like you were about to faint right there due to carrying those heavy bags and, unbeknown for him, you were embarrassed for your clumsiness and awkwardness in front of a cute guy like him.

So when you finally had all your things gathered and before he could offer his help to you, you quietly said goodbye to him and rushed all the way back to your house.

He was upset, he wanted to know your name and make a little conversation with you. Deep inside his mind he knew it was weird to develop such a big crush on a girl he just happened to meet by accident, but he felt attracted to that quiet and shy voice of yours, you were so cute! And let's not talk about your flushed cheeks that can be compared to a pair of apples with how red they looked.

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When you got home you gave the things to your mom and went back to your bedroom and keep on doing your favorite indoors activity without giving to much thought to the incident with the curly hair man.

》》》

A few weaks have passed, you were at your home as usually helping your mom with the chores and doing your own stuff. Usually you will feel secure and calm at your house, but lately you feel like being observed, uneasy, like someone is watching you with predatory eyes, plus some of your stationary, toys and even some clothes disappeared and you were starting to worry. You didn't say anything to your family, afraid they would think you started to go crazy for the lack of social interaction, but also because you thought it was just you getting sick or something .

But what you didn't know is that you got yourself a staker. You'll see, Camilo felt like he need to know you better, you were different, usually when people spotted him they would ask him to do something for them or help with chores, but you seemed like someone nice and caring, and he wanted someone taking care of him for once and not the other way around, he wanted you for himself. So he started to get information of you from your neighbors anytime they asked him to help them. So he found out where you live, who you live with, your name, your family members names, he even shape-shifted into a friend of your mom to go inside your house, he now knows which one is your room.

He would watch you in his free time, he even avoided helping people in the village just to see you at your house. One night he entered to your room through the window, you look so cute sleeping, your beautiful h/l h/c sprawled all over your pillow, he couldn't resist, he caressed your soft cheek and pressed the lightest kiss on your soft lips. He occasionally will take something for his little altar in his room dedicated to you. He loves you, and he loves your personality and the fact the you keep yourself away of the other men in Encanto. He couldn't wait to introduce himself to you and have you all for himself.

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Dolores knew something was wrong with her brother, she could hear him sneaking in the middle of the night to a unknown place into the town, she wanted to confront him about it, but she was afraid of how he would react, he changed a lot, he wasn't as helpful with the villagers and was actively avoiding his duty. He also was secretive about a lot of his room. So she decided to let him be. Maybe she was looking a little to much into it and it wasn't cause of concern.

》》》

Camilo was angry, he wanted to make that guy that approached you regret his mere existence, how dare he touch you and talk to you so freely. So he planed something special for you tonight.

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Currently you were in the village plaza because you were celebrating along with your family and neighbors the foundation of Encanto, but you decided to get a seat in a bench near by while you eat some arepas, suddenly a handsome boy, maybe one or two years older than you took a seat next you and started a conversation with you, he began to get a little flirty and put a arm around your shoulders, you started to get uncomfortable but you didn't wanted to be rude and make things weird either.

You were about to excuse yourself out of the situation when the young man you bumped into that time at the mercado approached you both with an angry expression on his face and shouted to your unwanted companion:

"Hey! Don't you ever get near her again! You are making her uncomfortable!" Then he grabbed your arm carefully as if you were made of glass and started walking away from the bench. He took your hand and tried to talk to you, saying his name in the process, Camilo Madrigal.

You felt weird about this guy, you just met him once and he acted like he was your long time friend, he took you to enjoy some food that Julieta, his aunt made and to play some games.

He never left your side all night long and he offered to take you home, you accepted because apparently your family decided you were in good hands with a Madrigal and left earlier. They were sound sleep by the hour you get back.

To make you even more suspicious, it seemed like Camilo knew very well the way to your house, because he didn't asked once your address nor for directions.

When you both reached your front door and were about to open it and enter your house, Camilo grabbed your hand and turned you to face him and without a warning he kissed you right on the lips, you were surprised and frozen in place due to the sudden action.

When he let your lips go he locked eyes with you and said in a whisper:

"You have no idea how long I have waited to do this. I don't want to let you go, I hate the way that guy was looking at you. I don't want other to see you. To have you."

You didn't know what to say, he certainly wasn't sane, he barely knew you and here he was telling you he was jealous about you. You gathered all your courage to speak.

"I'm sorry Camilo, but you are not my owner or anything of the kind, I don't know you and we haven't talked before until tonight."

He felt betrayed and angry, but he understood that all the interactions you both had happened when you were unconscious and he couldn't bare the idea of harming you and taking is anger out on you. He smiled sweetly at you and said:

"Don't worry, mi amor. We have a lot of time to get to know each other"

Suddenly you felt a sting in your neck, and started to felt light headed. The last thing you saw before fainting was Camilo's voice:

"Nobody will take you away from me. We are going to be happy together, mi vida."

[bubbleteaimagines]

He cheats and gets someone else pregnant

Haikyuu Boys Drabbles

The one where you finally realize your worth and don’t forgive a cheater

SUNA RINTARO

It was inevitable, he supposed. You weren’t a dumb person- you’d figure it out soon enough. You’d pick up on the signs- notice how much he’s been going out lately and staring at his phone. Laughing at things you hadn’t sent him, becoming distant, slowly but surely.

Suna knew you’d find out.

He just wasn’t expecting it to be soon.

He had come home one evening and took a shower like normal. While he washed up, he made the terrible mistake of leaving his phone in the kitchen, thinking that there was no way she’d text him. Their relationship was dwindling, after all. Suna was beginning to let the guilt get to him.

After 3 long months, he finally realized what he had wanted. He wanted you, forever and always. He wanted to marry you and spend the rest of his days traveling and experiencing new things with you.

Unfortunately though, he figured it out too late. A boys mistake, thinking that the grass was greener on the other side. And he’d soon pay the price for that wishful thinking.

While you were cooking dinner, you couldn’t help but notice how often his phone was going off. It kept dinging every few seconds, quickly causing you to become irritated.

Suna’s phone never went off that much, and so you thought surely it must be the boys. They probably added him into a group chat, you figured.

Oh how wrong you were.

The minute you walked over to the device and picked it up, you could truly feel your heart break. Searing pain burst through you like a rocket, a gasp leaving your lips as you scrolled through the messages.

8:53 PM

Unknown: Suna? Do you think we could talk?

Unknown: I know you said that you were going back to Y/N, but I...I’m pregnant. And it’s yours

Undeniably, you were shocked and confused. Pregnant? Who was this that was texting his phone? And why the hell did she think she was pregnant by your boyfriend?

A sickening feeling began to bubble in your stomach. Putting the phone down, you clenched your fists and took deep breaths.

In and out, Y/N. In and out.

Surely there was an explanation for this, right? You’d ask Suna as soon as he got done showering, and he’d laugh and tell you how this was all a misunderstanding. Some prank by Atsumu, wanting to get him back in his own cruel way.

But...

One look at his face, though, and you knew everything.

“Tell me you didn’t,” Your bottom lip trembled as you stared at Suna, his eyes widened as he looked at the phone in your trembling hands. Once again, it pinged, but you didn’t even have the energy to look. The only thing you were focused on was your heavy breathing, and the fact that you were becoming light-headed as Suna stepped forward.

“Y/N, baby, I can explain.”

As soon as those words left this lips, your entire world shattered. Letting out a sob, you dropped the phone and used your hands to cover your mouth in horror.

“So you did.”

Suna became panicked as soon as you started crying, holding onto the kitchen table to keep yourself from falling over. The pain that you felt was indescribable, not to mention the absolute betrayal. You had given everything up for Suna- and he repayed you like this?

“Y/N/N, please,” Suna was begging as he moved closer, trying to embrace your crying figure in his arms but you pushed him away, sudden anger taking over you.

“Don’t touch me!” Suna flinched as your damn near threw him off, backing up so far from him. The look in your eyes nearly killed him as you made eye contract, “I don’t want your filthy hands on me now that I know where they’ve been!”

“Y/N...-”

“Shut the fuck up Suna!”

You could no longer control yourself as rage began taking over your body, slowly but surely replacing the tears. The more you processed it - the more you looked at that bastards face and realized that he had went and knocked someone up while you were at home, cooking his dinner - the more infuriated you became.

“I cannot fucking believe you. Like are you serious right now?! I spend all day, all fucking day waiting for you Suna. I cook your food, I run you baths, I do everything I can to make your life less stressful and then you go and do this shit?”

“Baby just listen me, it’s not like that, okay?Whatever you saw- it’s in the past! Me and her- it meant nothing. I realize that now. It’s me and you baby- just us. That’s all I want,” Suna felt tears trailing down his cheeks as he desperately pleaded his case. Desperately grabbing at you, trying to hold you as if that would make everything okay. As if a simple “I’m sorry,” could fix what he broke.

Instead, you found yourself laughing bitterly and fought the urge to smack him in the face. No, you decided you’d have more dignity than that. You’d pack your stuff, peacefully, and leave this asshole here to rot.

“Whatever.”

That was quickly decided in your mind and within seconds, you were shaking your head, scoffing as you pushed passed him and practically ran to your shared bedroom.

“Wait-! Y/N, what are you doing? No, no, no, no!” Suna panicked even more when he followed you and saw that you were hurriedly packing your stuff in a suitcase. It was messy, and you barely had half of your shit but you decided that it’d do. At least until right now. At least until...well, you didn’t really know anymore.

You and Suna, you guys were supposed to be each other’s forever. You were supposed to be endgame, but as it turned out, Suna ruined that before you could even get a ring.

You scoffed again at the prospect of ever marrying him. Now, you began to think about why you even wanted him in the first place. How did you not notice the signs? The lack of effort for weeks until Suna suddenly warmed up again and began treating you like you were his world.

How did you not catch on? How did it completely slip your mind that you were dating a cheater, until the facts suddenly smacked you right in the face?

“What does it look like I’m doing, Rintaro,” You rolled your eyes, zipping the suitcase and then booking it to the bathroom. You quickly grabbed your body wash, all your hair products and then your toothbrush. You lazily threw them in a another bag and then stood up, glaring at Suna who tried to block you from exiting the door.

“Move,” You stared him down, venom lacing your words. “I don’t fucking have time for this.”

“Baby, please,” You flinched as he reached out to touch you, to stroke your cheek with the same hands that had touched her. They were slightly wet, presumably from wiping his tears away, but all you could think about was that you weren’t the only one he had been coming home to. You weren’t the only one he had been fucking and touching.

The thought made you absolutely sick. You were sure that if you didn’t get out now, then you’d puke all over your- his expensive furniture.

“You have to listen to me,” Suna silently cried, his body shaking as he stood there, begging for the one person he needed in his life to stay. “I told you- she means nothing. I don’t want anything to do with her, I only want you, Y/N.”

“And the baby?” Dammit. You couldn’t help yourself. Once again, your anger began to fade as tears gathered in your eyes.

Suna had a child. He had a fucking child with some stranger he’d known less than six months. She was carrying his blood, something that was supposed to be your moment. You were supposed to give him his first child. You were supposed to be the one he shared that part of life with, not her.

“I- what?”

From the looks of it, you’d almost think that Suna didn’t know. His eyes were wide, his whole body stopping as he stared at you incredulously.

And then it hit you.

He didn’t know.

He didn’t even know that she was carrying his baby. He was completely clueless. Both of you were blindsided.

At this, you couldn’t help it. You did laugh, a bitter sound that sounded almost like you were mocking him.

“Wow Rintaro. How fucking stupid could you get?” You let out a watery chuckle, shaking your head as a tear ran down your face. “If you’re gonna cheat and fuck someone else, then at least be smart enough to wear a condom.”

“But I...that’s impossible,” Suna whispered, mostly to himself. “I don’t...I mean she can’t possibly...how did you...?”

“She was blowing up your phone while you were in the shower. How did you think I found out?” You gave him a fake smile. “For someone that doesn’t like putting in a lot of effort, you sure did put a lot into making sure you fucked this relationship up. And then your own life too.”

You hated to say it, but you silently enjoyed the way Suna was going to suffer. At the very least, it was absolutely what he deserved for cheating in the first place. Now, his life was probably going to be ruined. His career, his dreams, everything he had planned...

It was gonna go down the drain.

And you for one were grateful he wasn’t dragging you down with him.

“I...” Suna was at an absolute loss for his words. His whole body slumped, seemingly going numb as he just stayed in the doorway, looking shocked. It gave you the perfect opportunity to push past him, a small smirk on your face despite the searing pain in your heart.

You knew it was serious when he didn’t even try to stop you when you opened the front door.

“I left your phone on kitchen floor. Maybe you should call her. I’m sure you’d like to know more, seeing as it is yours. For your sake, I hope it’s a bouncing baby boy. That’s what you always wanted, right?”

You spoke one last time, making sure to rub salt in the wound before taking a final glance at the man you loved.

He looked broken, a sheer sobbing mess as he still stood in your bedroom door. A part of you couldn’t help but feel bad. You couldn’t help but want to go over and embrace him, dropping everything and tell him that things were gonna work out.

That was the part of you that still loved him.

But the other part...

The other part of you told you that it’s what he deserved. He cheated, and now he has to live with the consequences. Loosing you, and becoming a father at the age of 20.

That was the part of you that gave you the extra push. That was the part of you that gave you the strength to close the door, forever walking away from the man that broke you and the empty house that held all of your dead dreams.

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BOKUTO KOUTARO

You didn’t believe it. Or more like, you didn’t want to believe it. You didn’t wanna shatter your fantasy world, one that you had been living in for four years.

You didn’t want it to break, because if it did...

You didn’t know what you were going to do.

For the last four years Bokuto had been your world. Your absolute rock, your sunshine on a cloudy day. He made you laugh, he made you feel welcome and special like nobody else had before.

Surely...your Bokuto wasn’t capable of this. Surely didn’t...he couldn’t have...

You didn’t even wanna think about it. Bile rose up in your throat every time you thought about it...his lips on hers. Caressing her and holding her the way he was supposed to only hold you.

You didn’t wanna think about it, but yet-

You had no choice as you stared at the pregnant woman before you.

“I’m sorry,” She had tears in her eyes as she sat on your couch, sobbing while simultaneously holding her belly. While holding his baby.

She had come to you only a few hours before, taking you by complete surprise. Never in your life did you ever think you’d come face to face with your boyfriend’s baby momma.

But that’s exactly what had happened.

Apparently, she and Bokuto had both had a one stand a few months ago. It was when he had traveled to Tokyo for a game and you stayed behind because you had school.

It was the one weekend you weren’t there to support him. One weekend...and you had lost him forever.

“It’s not...it’s not your fault,” You told her somewhat awkwardly, although you didn’t really mean it. She had slept with your boyfriend, after all. And now she was pregnant, claiming the baby was 100% his.

That wasn’t even the worst part though.

The worst part was that you couldn’t even be mad at her, because she didn’t know. It was a one night thing. She had told you Bokuto had left in tears the next morning, rambling on about how she meant nothing and that he had you to come home to.

She claimed that he regretted it the minute he realized what happened. Crying out about how he was going to propose and then rushing out without so much as a goodbye.

Oh how stupid he was to name drop you.

You almost wished he hadn’t, because that was how she had found you. After finding out that she was pregnant, she tried to reach out to Bokuto only to realize that he was telling the truth. He’d been with you for four years.

But did that really even mean anything anymore?

“It’s just- I just-” The girl shook her head. “I just want you to know that I never meant to hurt you. If I had known...if I had any other choice...”

“Actually, I’m sort of glad you reached out to me. Thank you for that. That was good on your part, seeing as I doubt he would have told me,” You smiled numbly, not capable of feeling anything at the moment.

It was like...your entire body was on shut down mode. It had become numb, desperately trying to block out the pain you were sure that was coming. And you, for one, were absolutely grateful. You didn’t wanna think... you didn’t even wanna fathom how broken you were gonna be.

So you didn’t. Instead you kept your thoughts quiet and relished in the numbness.

“You know...” You laughed bitterly, sadly shaking your head as you sighed, “Bokuto’s always wanted a kid. He kept begging me a few weeks ago to have one, but I said no. We’re both so young, you know? We had our whole lives together.”

You hadn’t meant to make her cry even more, but that’s exactly what your words did. They cut a knife through this random girl’s heart, causing her pain that she had stolen that from you. Bokuto, he had taken that from you as well.

“I’m sorry,” Once again, she apologized, but you weren’t much focused on that. Instead, your attention snapped towards the front door as you heard keys jingling outside. With a sharp push, your stomach dropped.

Bokuto was home.

“Hey hey hey! Babe whose car is that-”

Bokuto’s smile suddenly dropped as he walked into the scene, your dull eyes and the girl’s tearful ones ones trained on him. Immediately, his whole demeanor began to crumble down and he nervously looked between the two of you, his shoulders dropping.

“...outside. What’s this?”

“Bokuto, I believe you know her,” You were eerily calm as you pointed towards her, showing no emotion as Bokuto’s eyes flickered to her stomach. “This is Kayla. From Tokyo, right? I think you guys have much to discuss.”

Bokuto was at a loss for words as you rose from the couch, gesturing for him to take your seat. But instead of listening, he decided to make things difficult and run after you like a lost puppy as you made your way to the bedroom.

“Babe, babe wait! Y/N, please baby I can explain. I can explain, I can explain, I swear! Just let me, just please let me-”

“Bokuto,” You stopped him, holding up your hand and shaking your head. “I’m not in the mood, really. Just go talk with her alright? She came all this way to find me, so it’s rude not to.”

“But baby-”

“Go,” You suddenly became firm, gritting your teeth as you stared him. For a second, you took a small pause, and then Bokuto heard the words he never wished to hear his in life. “And don’t you ever call me that ever again, Koutaro.”

“K-Koutaro...?” Bokuto stuttered slightly, reeling back at the use of his first name. “But baby...y-you never call me that. Ever.”

“Oh yeah?” You couldn’t help but laugh on how clueless he was. I mean honestly, you never thought that Bokuto was stupid but now...“Well what the hell else am I supposed to call you? Read the fucking room Bokuto. Your pregnant fucking mistress is sitting on my couch, crying her eyes out and you’re worried about me calling you by your first fucking name? Get a god damn grip.”

For the first time that day, emotion began peaking out from your eyes. Pure anger bubbled up inside of your body, finally manifesting after holding it in for so long.

It felt good, in your opinion, to finally feel something. A delayed reaction, sure, but late was better than never.

“B-But-”

“Shut up,” You rolled your eyes at his trembling form. “I don’t wanna hear anything else from you. So go talk to her. Figure your shit out while I pack mine.”

“No!” Panic was evident in his voice as he suddenly grabbed your arms, preventing you from entering your bedroom. Shocked, you siteuggled in his embrace but Bokuto was extremely strong.

“What the hell? Let me go!”

“Y-Y/N! Baby y-you can’t leave me! You can’t! What about our plans? What about forever and always, you and me?”

“Did you think about that before you got drunk and fucked her?” You snapped harshly, causing him to whimper. “Exactly. So don’t come pulling that bullshit out on me, Bokuto. You’re the one that ruined that.”

“But-” At this point, he was searching for something, anything to make you stay as you shoved him off and then stormed in your shared room. “But baby I- we had this whole plan...I was gonna propose! Please, I...I even got the ring! Here I’ll prove it to you!”

While you were busy running around the room throwing all your stuff together, Bokuto suddenly dashed to the kitchen and retrieved a box he had been storing for a special occasion. He completely ignored the girl that was sitting on his couch, not even sparing her a second glance as he rushed back to you and dropped to his knees.

“See?” He hurriedly opened the box and desperately grabbed your hand, slipping the shiny diamond on before you could even protest. “I had it made for you, Y/N! Pure diamond, princess cut. It’s even engraved with your name baby! Please...”

You had to admit, you wanted to break down as Bokuto began to cry, looking awfully small as he kneeled by your feet. To make matters worse, he kept kissing your hand and mumbling tearful apologizes that yanked at your heartstrings.

By now, your initial exterior had began to crumble. Pain began to surround your heart, squeezing it so bad it almost felt like you were burning. A swell of tears gathered in your eyes, and you almost, almost gave in.

You almost sank to your knees and cried with him, almost pulled him into your arms because you didn’t wanna let go. You loved Bokuto, you truly did, and you wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of your life with him.

He was a good man, that probably made an honest mistake. He was everything you had ever wanted. And you were so tempted...so tempted to give in. Until you realized that you deserved better.

“I’m sorry,” Sniffling slightly, you yanked your hand out of his grasp and shook your head. “But I need to go. I can’t stay here anymore Bokuto...you ruined this. You ruined us, and now you have a woman in there carrying your child. You have the family you’ve always wanted. Don’t ruin that too.”

Hastily, you leaned down to press a bitter kiss on his forehead and then stood back up. Bokuto sobbed as he watched your figure retreat, standing high despite the heartbreak.

It was then that he realized that even though you were letting him go, you’d be just fine. You’d pull yourself together eventually, you were strong like that. You didn’t need him, but god, what about him?

He wasn’t sure if he could survive without you. He could barely even breathe and you hadn’t even walked out yet.

Was this what it was going to feel like from now on? Empty, hollow...meaningless?

“Please.”

One last time, he cried out of you. He begged you to stay.

But you knew you deserved better than that.

“I’m sorry.”

And with that, you left him behind. Forever.

[chevalrie]

DESIGNER HORNS

summary.. itto drops by your house with art materials

featuring.. itto and his longing for rainbow horns

cw.. itto being an absolute cutie, gender-neutral! reader, not proofread

vigorous knocking on the door while carrying two paper bags on the other hand, ITTO tries calming his nerves down as he continues knocking on your door to relieve his excitedness, sometimes switching up his knocks to be more rhythmic and with beat that he bops his head to while waiting for a response.

"itto.. it's five in the morning.." you yawn, covering your mouth, a tear forms at the corners of your eyes as you yawn. itto has woke you up from your slumber not too long ago with his on-the-spot composed knocking beat, but the way the stars in itto's eyes shine at you, twinkling happily, can't make you stay all grouchy at him. calling him ecstatic will be an understatement though, he looks over-the-top thrilled! or greatly enthusiastic! maybe even his nerves skyrocketed far past the asteroid belt! he's almost like firecracker, ready to explode in excitement, he is closest to be the manliest he in the entire world! thinking about being the manliest man on earth made him a lot more giddy but brushes it off cooly with a smug smirk on his lips.

"sooo," he chimes, "i brought some stuff.. it's- they're amazing! i don't even know where to start!"

"come on, numero uno, spit it out or you're out the door." you tease, starting to feel more awake than earlier. "i don't care how you put it, consistent topic or what, you look like you're going to explode so just splat them all on the concrete floor and spill it!"

"okay okay, first off! i'll give it to ya' for calling me the numero uno," he places his hands on his hips, head high and proud with his winning toothy smile.

"second! that was terrible, it would've been better if you said.. umm, i'll tell you later instead! and finally, the grand final-ayyy," he waves his hands on the brown paper bag, as if performing a magic trick, "i brought, different sized paintbrushes!" he emphasizes the diff in the word different and reveals the pack of brown colored paintbrushes of various brush sizes. it honestly looks pretty expensive, whatever this oni has in mind must be very very devoting to the point he'd buy expensive paintbrushes.

he then waves the pack of paintbrushes over the bag to perform another amazing magic trick of his "aaaaaand rain. bow. paint." he almost squeals at the end. pausing in between rainbow to give it a more dramatic effect while he stutters his hands to pull it out for, again, the dramatic effect. it wasn't heavy, it never was, he did all those to impress and wow you.

you let out a snicker, thinking to yourself how is someone supposed to be scary and dangerous, feared by everyone be this adorable? you need answers.

"so, numero uno," you take the paintbrushes, and the rainbow paint in your hands, reading the cautions and ingredients since you have a slight idea of what this big guy wants to he done. "is this your way of proposing to paint you something? i mean, this would be special treatment since you can just come to me — the amazing painter of all of inazuma — and squeeze in without an appointment!" you tsk and poke him on the shoulder playfully. "i hope you aren't abusing your power as my friend, hm?" you raise a brow.

"of course not! everything should be fair, uh-uh!" he then sheepishly adds, quickly, "buuttt, i do prefer if you uhh would squeeze me in, i mean- i am called numero uno for a reason!" he awkwardly lets out a small laugh that then became a cough.

there's definitely no fairness in that, you smile mischievously.

"sure sure, so, you like rainbow horns, correct?" he nods eagerly, almost as if he grew puppy ears.

"yup! i'll be the coolest looking dude on the streets, dont'cha think?" he grins proudly, very proud of his idea of rainbow horns. "oh! and-and, do you know those stuff where you write on the black paper with a stick and then rainbow's will show?? yeah! i also want to try that too! maybe even design these bad boys with those rainbow outlines on the black!"

you nod, "don't you think we should try rainbow horns before stepping up the next level? we could trip in the process, ya'know?"

"yeah-yeah, you're right! just make me look more eye-catching!"

© chevalrie 2022 | do not plagiarize my work, modify, translate, repost on other platforms without my consent. all rights reserved.

[scuttling]

Happy Accidents

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 6,300 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Art, Neighbor Hotch, Shy and Oblivious Hotch, Flirting, It's soo sappy I'm sorry, Oral sex, Unprotected sex Summary: Aaron's new neighbor is out of his league for so many reasons: she's young, beautiful, artistic, unique, free-spirited, the kind of person who turns heads when she walks down the street. It's no wonder he ends up falling in love with her. *Requested by anon Link to A03 or read below! Against all of his better judgement, Aaron is kind of creeping on his new next door neighbor.

He is absolutely the type of man, any other time, to approach a woman he’s interested in and introduce himself, look for a way to connect, some common ground, but this is no ordinary woman.

She is out of his league in so many ways: young, beautiful, unique, free-spirited, the type of person who turns heads when she walks down the street. There’s not a chance in hell she would look twice at an old, stuffy, monotone suit with a seven year old son and perpetual bags under his eyes. That’s not him feeling bad about himself, it’s just the way the world works.

The first time he saw her, she was getting on the elevator while he was getting off of it, and they’d bumped into each other; she was wearing a short, flowy dress, and she’d smiled at him, apologized, eyes sparkling, smelling like she’d spent all day in the sunshine. It was the only time since Haley he’d ever entertained the idea of love at first sight.

She keeps to herself most of the time, gives off the air of being really cool and mysterious; their paths have crossed a few times since then—at the bank of mailboxes downstairs, in the hallway they share, once during a false alarm fire alarm—but he enjoys watching her paint more than anything.

They have balconies next to each other, and one night when he was tending to his herb garden—Jack enjoys watching the plants grow, and picking the herbs, Aaron likes to eat them—he spotted her standing on hers, facing away from him, in cut off jean shorts and a baggy t-shirt, barefoot. She’d been painting the city, the sky, with the sunset glowing behind her like she was the work of art, and he actually felt an ache in his chest, the feeling of missing someone he’s never really met.

Since that night, he’s started taking his work outside in the evenings after Jack goes to bed, and sitting in near silence while she paints, hums—sometimes songs he knows, sometimes songs he doesn’t. The first time he goes out before she does, she says hello when she drags her easel out, so he starts to say hello to her when she beats him there, too, but that’s pretty much the extent of their interaction. One evening when Aaron and Jack are getting home from dinner, she is lugging a canvas bigger than she is through the hallway and Jack almost runs headfirst into it; when he looks up, he exclaims about how big it is, and pretty—it’s covered with colors, something abstract and cheerful, and even if he’d seen it on the side of the road, he would have just known that she painted it. (That may be a good indicator that he’s getting in a little too deep.)

“Wow, that’s the biggest painting I’ve ever seen! And so many colors,” Jack says, awed. Aaron puts his hands on his shoulders to keep him out of her way; they’re already bothering her enough, when she’s clearly trying to get that giant thing home.

“It’s pretty cool, isn’t it? I carry bigger pieces around at my studio, believe it or not,” she says to him, poking her head around the side to look at him.

“You have a studio?” His eyes are wide with interest; his favorite subject has always been art, as evidenced by their refrigerator, which is covered in drawings. She offers him an even brighter smile.

“I do! It’s not far from here; it’s called Live in Color. There’s a big rainbow painted on the side.”

“That’s so cool; it must be awesome to have your own studio.” Aaron loves that Jack seems to be so passionate about this, but the way they are obviously holding her up has him feeling awkward; he tugs gently on Jack’s backpack.

“That is really cool, bud, but we should let her go. I’m sure that’s heavy.” She smiles, shrugs.

“It’s no trouble. Hey, actually, we have some children’s art classes at the studio, and you look like you’d fit right in with the Green group—ages 7-9?” She looks up at Aaron, who nods. “Maybe we can talk dad into bringing you down sometime. We do painting, drawing, and crafts, it’s really fun.” She’s still looking right at Aaron, gives him a little wink, and he swears to god he gets butterflies in his stomach.

He’s a grown man. A federal agent. With butterflies. It’s insane.

“Oh man, dad, please? Can I take classes at her studio pleeease?” Jack tugs on the sleeve of his suit, and he nods, smiles down at him.

“Yeah, absolutely, Jack. We’ll go down and get more information tomorrow?” he offers, to both placate him and finally free the poor girl from the conversation; he nods excitedly, and she smiles, looks sweet, genuinely happy Jack is so excited to take the class.

“Cool, I look forward to seeing you guys there. Actually, if you give me one sec, I can grab my card for you.” She passes them, carrying the canvas and looking effortless while she does it; she props it up against the wall to get her keys out, unlocks her door and heads in, pops back out with a business card in a vivid watercolor yellow. “It has the address and phone number for the studio on the front, and I put my cell on the back; I figured it couldn’t hurt, considering we live next door to each other. Now you know who to call if you ever have an art emergency.”

He takes the card from her fingers, flips it over just to see the handwritten name and number; he knew her script would be lovely, and it is, easy and flowing and natural. It suits her. He tries not to grin, or flush, or otherwise be awkward about the fact that she just gave him her phone number, however innocently.

“Thank you. We’ll see you tomorrow.” They turn to head for their apartment, and she clears her throat; he smiles a little, turns back, and she’s leaning casually up against the canvas with her arms crossed.

“You know my name now. What’s yours?” She’s just being polite, but he gets the goddamn butterflies again.

“Aaron.” She smiles, something beautiful and a little wild.

“Okay, Aaron. See you outside.” From then on, most of their free time, be it evenings or weekends, is spent at the studio. Aaron isn’t the only parent who sticks around—it’s an art class, not a daycare, he doesn’t feel right just dropping Jack off and leaving him there—and he’s also not the only parent, it seems, who is aware of his beautiful young neighbor.

“She’s incredible, right?” another dad says to him one evening, over by the coffee. Aaron looks him over briefly—it’s a job hazard, he sizes up everyone, but he already has a weird feeling about this guy. “I’ve been bringing my kid here for a month just to look at that little ass running around. My wife just thinks our daughter is just really into art.” He says it with a laugh, like that’s a ridiculous concept. Aaron feels himself start to boil.

“You shouldn’t be disrespectful. She’s doing a great thing here, for the children; she’s not doing it for you to ogle her.” He feels a little hypocritical, because he is also looking, but not like this guy. He knows guys like this. He puts away guys like this.

He glances over at Aaron, looking a little taken aback that someone actually commented on his behavior, then rolls his eyes.

“She doesn’t need you to defend her honor, buddy. She wouldn’t run around here in those overalls if she didn’t want us looking. It’s job security.” She’s wearing the overalls tonight, denim shorts with one of the straps unhooked, a t-shirt underneath, but it’s not as if she’s performing a striptease. She just looks like an artist, covered in drips of paint, smiling as she looks at the kids’ pictures over their shoulders. Aaron really, really hates this guy.

“In my experience, women usually dress for themselves; they probably have pockets, easier to keep things at hand that she may need, and it’s warm in here, so she’s likely dressing for comfort. She’s certainly not dressing for you.”

As if she can sense the tension, she looks over at them, flicks her eyes over Aaron, then the other guy, and walks over with a soft smile on her face.

“Hey, Aaron, Jack really wanted you to see what he’s working on.” She reaches out a hand, wraps it around his wrist and guides him over to Jack’s table. “I figured I’d save you,” she says when they’re out of earshot. “That guy sucks. He’s always saying creepy things to me and Alaina.”

“You should ask him to leave if he makes you uncomfortable,” he says, looking down at her with worry. “I can do it.” She shrugs.

“I would, but his daughter really does enjoy the class, and it’s not fair to her that her dad’s disgusting. It’s nothing we can’t handle.” She squeezes his wrist lightly. “Thanks, though. Hey Jack, show dad your project.” He peers over his shoulder, and it’s a pink and orange skyline, much like the one he saw her painting that first time on the balcony. “I asked the kids to paint my favorite thing today, and that’s sunset.”

“I saw you painting this one night,” he says, and then he feels abruptly like an idiot. She just smiles at him though, nods.

“Yeah, I’m a sucker for a beautiful sunset. It makes you feel like, just because the day ends, it doesn’t have to mean things are over; it’s just one of life’s beautiful natural transitions. And the colors are to die for: peach, coral, jasmine, rose, tiger’s eye.” He finds himself unexpectedly touched by her description, smiles softly to shake himself of the emotions.

“The way you see the world is extraordinary. To me it’s just kind of… orange.” She returns his expression, but softer, and squeezes his wrist again; he didn’t even realize she was still holding it.

“Sounds like you need some art in your heart. I give lessons for adults, too; you could even come over and paint with me on my balcony, some time. Special neighbor privileges.”

The thought of being with her on her balcony while she paints is almost overwhelming, which he finds funny, considering he currently sits no more than twenty feet away. There is an intimacy about it, while they both do their work in the cool, quiet breeze, but standing like this, close enough to touch, with the late day sun on her face while she talks about colors… he’s not sure he could handle it without falling in love.

She pats him on the back, moves on to another child, and he tells Jack what a great job he’s doing; his face is lit up, so happy, and regardless of the neighbor, he’s glad they stumbled upon this hobby.

When they pack up to leave, the jerk from earlier comes up to him, leans in to speak in a hushed voice. “You should have just told me you were fucking her. I would have backed off.” He blinks, but the guy and his daughter are walking out the door before he finds himself able to do more than that. About a week later, he goes over for that lesson almost by accident. Jack is at Jessica’s for the night at his request, and Aaron was planning to order takeout and have a paperwork cramming session, but when goes out onto the balcony, phone in hand to place an order, his neighbor is standing on hers like she’s waiting for him.

“Hey. I saw you don’t have Jack; I made some pasta with vodka sauce, if you’re hungry. I always prepare too much.” He sets his phone on the table, walks over to the railing to get a little closer.

“Uh. Sure. I have fresh basil growing here; trade?” She smiles, nods.

“Yeah, sounds delicious. I’ll be right back.” She ducks inside, returns a few moments later with two dishes of steaming, saucy pasta, sets one down on her table and gets right up against her railing, hands the other over to him across his. “That one’s for you,” she says, handing him an orange plate, and he sets it down, picks a few good looking leaves from his basil plant and tears them up, drops them on top. “And this one’s for me.” She reaches, holds a green plate over the gap between their porches, and he adds some basil to it before she pulls it back, takes a deep sniff. “God, it smells so good and fresh. Thank you, Aaron.”

“Thank you, it looks great.” He goes to sit at his table with it, but she scoots her chair closer to the railing, closer to his balcony, so he does the same. They make easy small talk while they eat, mostly about Jack, a little about her studio and his work.

“FBI, huh? I can definitely see that, with your suits, and your… neutrals.” She cringes when she says it, and it makes him laugh.

“I’m sorry I can’t wear paint covered overalls to the office,” he teases, and she shoots him a playfully affronted look, grins.

“You love my paint covered overalls—and for the record, you’d look great in them. You should find a pair. Preferably not black.” He flushes a little at that, but she doesn’t notice, just finishes up her pasta with a sigh of contentment. “That was so good, thanks again for the basil.”

“You’re welcome; thanks for feeding me something other than the takeout I planned to have.” He stands up, gestures to his apartment. “I’ll wash the plate and then hand it back over.”

“Why don’t you just bring it over and come paint with me for a little while? If you want,” she tacks on, and for the first time she seems a little nervous. “I’m not trying to be pushy, I just think it would be fun.”

It’s not that he doesn’t want to; it would be amazing to watch her paint up close and personal. He’s just also afraid he’ll pass the point of no return if he does it, and he can’t handle any more heartache. He only very recently got to a place where just waking up in the morning no longer causes him agony.

It’s the look on her face, though, soft and sweet and open, that makes his decision for him.

“Yeah, okay. I’d like that.” She grins.

“I’ll unlock the door.”

She’s dragging out her easel when he walks through the door; her apartment is stark white walls with vibrant furniture, artwork, canvases propped up against every bare spot along the wall, paints and brushes and charcoal and pencils on every surface. It’s exactly what he would have expected, warm and lived-in and comforting, very unlike the mostly black and gray interior of his own apartment. She smiles when she sees him.

“Hey! Can you grab that tray of paint on your way out?” she asks, and he picks up what looks kind of like an ice cube tray filled with many different colors, carries it out to the balcony with him. She has a canvas propped up, a little larger than a computer monitor, and she’s gotten started, but he can’t tell what it’s going to be just yet. When he hands her the paint she looks down at it, peers around the edge of the canvas like she’s comparing something. He’s so intrigued, curious about the way her mind works, what she’s thinking.

“What are you painting?” he asks when she picks up a brush, sets it down, picks up another. She smiles at him.

“Well, we’re painting that.” She points to the street, where there’s a rusty, pale blue antique car parked—he says that loosely, because it looks broken down—in the alley. Aaron chuckles softly.

“We’re going to paint that? It’s a little… grim.”

“Yes. It’s part of a series I just decided to create: ‘Beauty in the Ordinary.’” She sighs, and he’s surprised to see that her eyes are a little wet. She wipes the back of her hand over her eyes. “You know Bob Ross, right? Everyone knows Bob Ross.” He nods.

“Yes; the guy who paints the happy trees on PBS.”

“Right. I used to watch him growing up, and I vividly remember something he said once, about needing both darkness and light in life and in painting. ‘You have to have a little sadness once in a while to know when the good times come. I’m waiting on the good times now.’” She sniffles, exhales softly. “I’m waiting on the good times too. Sometimes looking at things like this car, and forcing myself to find something beautiful in it, is the easiest way to get through the day. Does that make sense?” He swallows hard when she looks up at him, because aside from Jack, she has been the lightest part of his life since the first time they passed each other on the elevator.

“Yeah, it really does.” She shoots him a soft, slightly sadder smile, and then explains about the paints a little, shows him the difference in the brushes, lets him feel the weight of them, the textures of the bristles.

She starts painting the car—the background is mostly finished—and he’s more than happy to watch, to hear her talk about her process. She asks if she can use his forearm to mix paints, and he turns it over, wrist up, tries not to smile too hard when she puts some dark blue on him, then white, mixing them and then comparing them to the car on the street. He looks down at her, the concentration on her face, the softness in her eyes, and is met with the sudden desire to brush a line of paint over her nose and make her laugh and kiss her breathless.

“Okay, your turn,” she says when she’s about halfway done with the car. She puts her hands on the backs of his arms, pulls him in front of the canvas so she’s between him and the railing. “You’ve been watching me, so you know what to do.” He has been watching her, but not necessarily for her technique, so he’s a little nervous; he dips the brush in the blue paint but hesitates to make a stroke. “I have faith in you, Aaron. Here.”

She wraps her fingers around his hand, guides him toward the canvas, and together they make a wide, curved line, rounding out the bumper. It doesn’t look half bad.

“It gets easier once you understand the relationship between specific paint, specific brushes, and your hands,” she says softly, and she helps him paint another line. “Are you having fun? You look stressed,” she teases, and he makes it a point to relax his face.

“I’m having a lot of fun,” he says, looking down at her; they make eye contact for a long moment, and she leans a little closer, and he leans a little closer, and then he accidentally dabs a blob of blue onto the canvas. He pulls back, grimaces, deflates. “I made a mistake. You can’t erase paint, right?” She laughs softly, takes the brush from his hand.

“No, you can’t erase paint, but as Mr. Ross would say, ‘There are no mistakes, only happy accidents.’” She gets her fingers close to the tip of the brush, makes a few quick movements, then grabs another brush, dips it in green. When she pulls back, there is a little blue flower growing out of a patch of grass where his blob used to be. He exhales, a little amazed.

“If only the mistakes we make in life were that easy to fix,” he says, and she nods.

“Yeah, that would be nice, but a lot of the time we find a way to turn them into beautiful things eventually. Are you willing to give it another shot?” He says yes, and she guides his hand for a while, then just hovers near it, then just instructs him on what to do. It’s dark before their painting is finished, and she carries it inside to dry, then takes him to the kitchen sink to scrub the paint off of his arm.

“Thanks for having me over; I had a really good time,” he murmurs as she dries his clean skin. She looks up, smiles softly, nods her head.

“I had a really good time too. I’m glad you came over; you’re welcome to join me any time.”

He says goodbye, heads home, looks at his stack of work with a groan, and brews a pot of coffee. He’s in for a long night, but he wouldn’t change his evening for anything. Life is much the same for the next few weeks: school and work, Jack’s art class at the studio a couple times a week, painting on the balcony on the weekend, with and without Jack. When Jack joins them for the first time, she pulls out a big box of markers and thick sheets of paper and he draws elaborate scenes while they talk and paint together. When Aaron makes mistakes, she’s never upset, just turns them into perfect little details that end up being his favorite parts of the paintings.

“What ever happened with your ‘Beauty in the Ordinary’ series?” he asks one evening while they’re painting some ocean waves. “Did I cause you enough trouble with the car to give up?” She looks down at the ground, looks a little shy, then shakes her head and smiles.

“No, you didn’t make me want to give up. I’ve been working on it at the studio. You’ll see it when it’s all done, I plan to hang them there.”

“Looking forward to it,” he tells her, and then Jack tugs on her shorts, shows them the picture he drew of the ocean, too.

Later that week, the team takes a case, and on the day he’s set to come home, Jessica drops Jack off at the studio with the plan that Aaron will pick him up when his flight lands. Due to some weather between where the team is and home, they get a little delayed; he doesn’t want to make Jessica head back out that way almost immediately after dropping him off, but he’s not sure who else he could ask to pick Jack up. It’s almost a stupid length of time before it dawns on him to call the studio.

“Life in Color, this is Alaina.”

“Alaina, hi, this is Jack’s dad—” He has his whole spiel prepared, but she cuts him off.

“Oh, sure, hang on a sec, she’s right here. It’s Jack’s dad,” she says, but it sounds further away, like she’s trying to cover the receiver. After a moment, his neighbor picks up.

“Aaron, hi. Jack said you were working.”

“Yeah, I was, and I’m supposed to pick him up after class, but our flight was delayed.” He doesn’t know how to ask for help with Jack; even with all the time they’ve been spending together, she still makes him a little nervous. Luckily, he doesn’t have to figure that part out on his own.

“Hey, that’s no problem. If it’s okay with you, I’ll just take him home with me. I’ll order pizza, we’ll draw, and you can just stop by when you’re home and pick him up.” He breathes a sigh of relief, runs a hand over the back of his head.

“That would be perfect. Thank you—I’ll owe you one.”

“You don’t owe me anything. Hanging out with your mini me is reward enough; he’s painting something special for you today, won’t let me see it.” That makes him smile, and he feels so warm at the prospect of picking him up from her bright apartment, seeing his artwork, her smile. After a long, draining day like this one, it’s exactly what he needs.

“I’ll have to remain in suspense until tonight, I guess. Can you let him know I said hi? And thank you, I’ll see you later tonight.”

“Of course. We’ll see you then.”

It’s late, after nine, by the time he makes it home. He doesn’t even take his bags inside, just drops them outside his door and knocks softly on hers. She answers with a smile, ushers him in, asks him if he’d like a drink and gets them each a beer.

Jack is in her room, asleep, so they have a little time to chat; she asks about his flight, his case, and he asks about the studio, and she gets a little shy when it comes to that topic, clears her throat.

“Um. I have Jack’s secret project, if you want to see it. He said I could show you.” He’s not sure why that would make her nervous—at least, until he sees it.

The background is all watercolors, a gradient of rainbow colors starting with pink at the top and ending with a soft purple at the bottom. Over that, in black marker, he’s drawn the three of them, with a big heart around them.

“Tonight’s theme was the thing that makes you the happiest, and he said he’s the happiest when the three of us are on the balcony together. It was… really, really sweet.” She looks up at him, brushes a hand over the crown of her head. “If I’m being honest, that’s when I’m the happiest, too.” He takes the picture from her hands, runs his fingers over it, and smiles, feeling a warm ache in his chest—not like before, not like losing someone he’s never really met, but like finding something he never really planned on.

“That’s when I’m the happiest, too,” he agrees, and when he looks up, she looks determined, like she does when trying to find just the right shade of paint. She takes Jack’s picture out of his hand, sets it on the counter, and then pulls him down by the lapels of his suit, kisses him long and slow. His hands move to her waist, keeping her close, and eventually she pauses for breath, looks at him again, and then wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him some more.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the first time I saw you—tall and dark and serious, striding out of the elevator. So intriguing, mysterious,” she breathes when they separate again. “I wanted to know everything about you.”

“Are you kidding?” he asks, huffing a laugh. “I’m boring, but you are so vibrant, so full of life; I felt like you were everything I wasn’t, and I wanted to know you so badly.”

“You know me now; would you like to keep getting to know me?” It’s one of the easiest questions he’s ever been asked; he nods, and she beams, and he lifts her into his arms and carries her to the couch, drapes himself over her while she leans back against the cushions, pulling him closer.

They make out like neither of them have a care in the world—god, how long has it been since he’s made out with someone?—her fingers scraping through his hair, his hands on her bare waist when her shirt rides up, and she’s in the process of pushing his jacket off his shoulders when they hear a sound from the other room that startles them apart. Jack.

“I’ll go check on him,” Aaron says, and when he goes into her room Jack is still snuggled up on her bed sound asleep. It looks like some canvases fell over, though, and he stoops to pick them up, then spots the car they painted together. He turns and she’s right behind him, skids to a stop. “I thought you said these were at the studio?”

“They were,” she says, and she looks nervous again. “But I changed my mind about hanging them there. They felt too personal.” He runs his hand over the car and sees where she’s coming from; this one feels personal to him, too.

“Can I see the rest?” he asks. “Only if you want to show me them.”

“You’re the only one I want to show them to,” she says with a soft smile, and she grabs a few more canvases, carries them into the light of the living room. “Beauty in the ordinary, remember.” He remembers, could never forget.

She turns one over, and it’s a kitchen sink, and in the kitchen sink is an orange plate with a fork resting on it—like the plate she’d given him with the pasta on it. She turns one over and it’s a man’s hand, holding a paintbrush, with pale blue paint on his forearm. The next one is a little herb garden on a balcony; the next one is a view from above, of a sandy haired boy with markers all around him. The last one is an open elevator—ripe with possibilities.

When he looks up at her, she’s got tears in her eyes, and one slips down her cheek.

“So, I think I’ve found my good times.” She smiles through her tears, and he takes her face in his hands and kisses the salt from her lips. “I love you,” she says when he pulls back to wipe her face with his sleeve, and he kisses her softly, again and again, and tells her he loves her, too. The next weekend, Jack is at Jessica’s for a sleepover, and Aaron has been enlisted to help with an art project. He walks next door, knocks lightly, and enters the living room; he is met with a very deep, passionate kiss and a smile, and instructions to help move the furniture out of the way.

“I’m really curious what kind of art requires this much floor space,” he says, shoving her couch back against the wall, and she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, a move he has been unable to resist since she did it the first time they had sex. She knows it’s a weakness, exploits it, and he loves every minute of it.

“You’ll see, but I promise you’re going to like it.” When they clear the floor, she grabs a large, rolled-up fabric canvas and lays it out in the middle of the room, then drops three bottles of paint—one is yellow (jasmine), one is orange (peach), and one is kind of pink (coral? He’s still not sure.)—onto it. “You can obviously say no if you want, but I wanted something over my bed with the sunset colors, and I found this…” She steps closer to him, runs her hands down his chest, guides him down for a kiss so delicious he loses his train of thought. “It’s sex art; we put the paint on the canvas, and on ourselves, and… you know, go at it. What do you think?”

He thinks he really, really loves art now, even more than he thought possible.

“So we have paint-covered sex and then you just hang it on the wall? Like regular art?”

“Yep, I got the supplies I’ll need to hang it; letting it dry will probably take the longest. I figured we could shower while it’s drying, maybe go for round two, if you’re up for it.” She moves her hand to his waist, slips it inside his shorts, and he pulls her closer to his body. “Are you up for it, Aaron?”

That is an understatement.

Undressing happens extremely fast, because this is really sexy and they’re kind of in a phase where they can’t keep their hands off of each other anyway. She pulls her hair up onto the top of her head to try to minimize the amount of paint in it, and then she pours paint on the canvas, turns around and drizzles some on his back and tells him to lay down.

“I think we should probably change positions often so we get a lot of motion on the canvas; I apologize to your old knees in advance,” she teases, but she soothes the sting of her words by pouring paint on herself and then laying between his legs and licking at his dick. “Do some stuff with your hands; I want to see those big handprints on my wall,” she murmurs, and he groans, puts his palms down in the paint and drags them through it.

She leans up a little, sliding her knees through some yellow paint, sucks him fully, deeply into her mouth for couple of minutes, and then stretches forward and puts an orange hand right in the middle of his chest; the look in her eyes is playful, and he reaches out with one finger, hooks it under her chin, and guides her off and up so they can kiss.

“Your turn,” he says with a smirk, and then he gets her onto her back and ducks between her legs, hopes she doesn’t grab for his hair like she usually does. He rubs his pointed tongue over her clit, waits for the mmm it always elicits, and looks up at her, covers each of her breasts with a paint-covered palm and squeezes. “Leave handprints for me,” he leans up and reminds her, kissing her stomach, and she plants her hands, then presses up and grabs his shoulder, smearing pink down his back. “Oh, you wanted more of that?”

“Don’t tease me, the paint will dry,” she whines, and he spreads her thighs wider with his elbows and licks her pussy quickly, until she’s squirming against the canvas and panting for more. “Come here, come here.”

He’s not ready for that, though, paint or not, wants her to come from this; he takes his hands off of her, dips them in the paint again and presses down, then puts his hands under her ass and brings her closer so he can fuck her with his tongue, quick and deep and slick.

“Aaron, Aaron, god.” She slides her hands down his arms, over his neck, digs her nails in when she comes moaning like music.

While she catches her breath, so gorgeous, she sticks her arms out like she’s making a snow angel, and he catches her while she’s off guard and turns her onto her stomach, puts his hands on the smears of paint he’s already left on her ass, and slides inside.

“Oh my god; I was trying to impress you with this sexy art project, but you’re rocking my world.” She’s breathless, pressing back into his thrusts and painting with her entire body. God, he loves her mind.

“You know I always take your projects very seriously,” he says, leaning forward to whisper in her ear, and she groans, laughs.

“Yes you do. From the side? Let’s lay diagonally.” They shift, and he hooks his chin over her shoulder, kisses her neck and huffs hot against her hair. “Hmm, love it like this,” she sighs, and she reaches back to press her hand to his hip, holding him while he moves inside her. “I love you.”

“Love you. I want you to finish on top of me,” he instructs with a wet kiss to her throat, and she nods against his lips.

“Yeah, next; I’m getting close.” A few more strokes and she gets up onto her knees, lets him lay back, propped up on his arms, and climbs on top of him; she kisses him slow and dirty and then runs her hands over him, sits back on his dick and glides up and down. “You wanna come like this too? I owe you a little world rocking,” she says with a flick of her tongue over his bottom lip, and he nods, squeezes her thigh.

“It’s the least you can do after making me move all the heavy furniture.” She rolls her eyes but kisses his chin, down his throat, and bounces harder on him, all delicious eye contact and moans. “Mmm. Just like that, baby, come for me.”

“Fuck. I will, I will.” She wraps a hand around the back of his neck, kisses him kind of rough and with lots of tongue, and then tips her head back and climaxes, clenches, wrings his orgasm out of him so quickly it’s almost jarring. “Oh, yes Aaron. So good,” she mumbles, and then he lays back, out of breath, and she slides out of his lap and lays beside him, out of breath too.

After a moment, she looks over at him, smiles, and swipes a pink fingertip over his cheek.

“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done with anyone. I’m glad I got to do it with you.” He rolls on top of her, presses a kiss to her nose, and nods.

“Me too. You know,” he adds after a moment, “my bedroom could use some artwork, too.” She grins, wraps her arms around him and squeezes tight.

“You’re right; I think we should do yours in blue: liberty, that’s dark blue; periwinkle, that’s light blue; maybe steel gray, too.”

“You’re the expert. I’m just your paintbrush.” Her hands smooth up his back, and contentment washes over him like a warm breeze.

“Hmm. I like the sound of that. Want to get cleaned up?”

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