#rey oneshot

[g0niki]

camera's on ── y.jw p.js

pairing: bf!jungwon x afab!reader x classmate!jay

word count: 3.4k+

content: no protection (wrap it up 😓), oral (m&f receiving), light mxm (ooo they're both boys,,ooo and they're kissing), exhibitionism, jay is a little mean, jw is a little dumb, recording. i think that's it

a/n: another late-night banger, wrote this at like 4am and barely proofread it because i'm just a girl 🤷. lmk if anyone wants a part two!

“shit shit shit-“ won wasn’t giving you a single break, his hand rested on top of your head as he pushed your head down into the pillows. his hips repeatedly thrust in and out of you, knocking the air out of your lungs each time as you stare back at your reflection through his phone camera. 

the camera quality was shitty, blurry, and shaky, jumping any and every time won’s pelvis came in contact with your ass, but to won you looked angelic. he didn’t care how ‘bad’ it was, he could see your face red and stained with tears while also being able to see how good you took him. what he did not like was just how much the setup would come crashing down, like now. 

“wait wonnie-“ jungwon throws his head back in frustration, already knowing what words were going to come out of your mouth “it fell again...” won pulls out, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips as he crawls off the bed again to grab the small device, hand running through his hair in frustration. you sit up, pulling the blankets up to cover your figure. 

“we can try again another time…”  jungwon holds the phone in his hand now, his hand coming up to push your hair back and cup your face. he sees the slight pout on your face, knowing you haven’t gotten the chance to finish yet. he looks down at his erection, not as hard as it was before but still there. 

“let me finish you off baby,” tossing his phone to the side and tugging the blanket off of you. he grips your thighs and tugs you to the edge of the bed, kneeling between them and immediately getting to work. his tongue pressing flat against you and licking from top to bottom before inserting his muscle inside you and using his right hand to massage your clit. another failed attempt at completing one of his sex list goals, but that doesn’t mean he was going to leave his princess high and dry once again. 

jungwon continues to practically make out with your cunt. burying his face in your warmth and moving his fingers from your clit and to the outside of your entrance, gently pushing two of his digits inside and feeling around the space. you can hear the slurping sounds he makes, knowing it’s messy and that his face is coated in your essence yet unable to bring yourself up to look. too overcome with the feeling of ecstasy and throwing your head back as your back arches up. 

jungwon’s hips rutt against the edge of the bed, trying his best to match up with the pace of his fingers and trying to imagine the feeling of you clenching around his fingers being around his member instead.  

the feeling of his fingers curling up inside you finally sending you over the edge as won digs his hips into the mattress a couple more times, lapping at your cum to properly finish himself off. the warm cum oozing out and spreading against the bed sheets and his stomach. 

he might not have gotten the recording, but at least he still has you gasping for air in front of him. 

【☆】★【☆】

jungwon was in a bad mood and everyone on campus could tell. his hand gripped the strap of his backpack tightly, tight enough for the vein in his arm to pop out, his eyebrows pinched together in annoyance, and the inside of his right cheek was caught between his teeth. 

most of the time people would say hi and ask won how he was doing or stop him to exchange a couple of words, but anyone with working eyes could tell not to speak to the boy at that moment, let alone look at him. 

 jungwon tosses his bag onto the ground next to the table his friends are all studying at, all of them pausing their work to look up at him as if he had his head screwed on backward.

“who the hell spit in your coffee this morning?” sunoo scoffed, closing his book and setting his head on his palm to glare at jungwon. “that was unnecessary, interrupting our peace.” jungwon watched as sunoo rolled his eyes and sighs, jake nudging the sassy ginger. 

“cmon bro he’s clearly having a rough morning.” jake gives him a sympathetic smile, ruffling sunoo’s hair to get him off of jungwon’s back. “what’s got you like.. this?” the aussie looks jungwon up and down, taking in his messy look and the bags under his eyes, “you don’t even look this bad during finals.”

jungwon plops down onto the chair, rubbing his eyes and groaning out loud. “personal issues.” trying his best to keep the situation slightly vague. the answer wasn’t enough, sunoo and jake gave him a look that said ‘like???’

“recording issues,”

“recording… like a camera?” jungwon shoots sunoo a look, coming off harsher than he meant it to be, the ginger putting his hands up in response “jeez i’m just making sure, didn’t know you had a pole up your ass today.” 

“sorry hyung… it’s just really bothering me.”

“i was going to tell you to give you that junior jay’s number, but it seems like you don’t need my input.” sunoo looks away to check his nails,  not bothering to further explain himself. 

“who’s jay?”

“you know? the videography major from america.” jake ignores sunoo’s attitude and continues the conversation for him, filling in jungwon. “i’m sure he could help you with camera shit.” 

that’s how won found himself in front of the creative arts building. a sticky note in his hand with the room number 6-107 and the name of one of his seniors. the building being the polar opposite of his majors with a sleek and cool design, making him feel as if he stepped foot onto a completely different campus. 

after a couple of awkward interactions and asking people if they had seen this mysterious jay, jungwon was finally pointed towards a guy. his golden blondish hair sitting messily as he clicked away on his laptop, a nice looking camera sitting next to the device. 

park jay… or jongseong. he’s not sure which one he should be calling him but his legs are dragging him right over to the older boy. 

“i need your help.” jungwon stood over him, he’s eyes sharply looking at the blonde and waiting for him to look up.  jay’s head slowly looks jungwon up from bottom to top, making eye contact and raising his brow, licking the corner of his lip before speaking up. 

“do i know you?” jay minimizes his tabs, jungwon watching as the editing apps close one by one and the only thing left is jay’s camera roll, many thumbnails displayed on the screen in front of him. “and my services aren’t free.” 

despite jay having to look up at jungwon, won is still a bit intimidated. jay’s aura is suffocating, having him swallowing down the lump in his throat to continue the conversation. 

“yang jungwon. i just had a couple of questions about camera setup…” 

“i guess i could spare some tips, what camera are you using?” 

“my phone...”

“… do you have a tripod?”

“no…” jay blankly stares at jungwon, shutting his laptop and beginning to pack his things into his back. 

“you must take me for some kind of joke.”  grabbing his now-packed bag and slinging it over his shoulder done with the current conversation. 

“wait wait wait i’m serious i swear. i just… haven’t gotten my start.” jay sighs deeply, his eyes stabbing jungwon with a piercing glare. 

“do you have good lighting?” jungwon pauses for a second and thinks back to his room, he had some poorly strung-up led lights as well as an accent lamp in the corner of his bedroom.

“maybe…”

“you don’t have a camera, don’t have a proper setup, and you might have a lightbulb. what kind of project is this?” jay’s voice sounded flabbergasted, unable to understand jungwon’s vision from a videographer’s point of view, whatever the fuck jungwon was planning to record was going to be trash. 

“a personal project.”

“well, then what the fuck is in it for me?” 

“… not much.” 

jungwon had no idea how he managed to do it, but now jay was standing in his bedroom, analyzing the environment, walking around the bed, and looking at the room. turning around to stare at jungwon with a look of judgment. 

“are you trying to film a fucking porn?’ 

“whaaatt nah, nothing like that…” jungwon’s hand scratches the back of his neck, eyes avoiding the other boys.

“sure, what’s the focus point?”

“… the bed”

“alright, porn it is.” 

“it’s not porn. it’s wrestling!” jungwon winces at his bad cover-up, if it wasn’t already obvious (clearly it was) he had just blown his (non-existent) cover. 

“listen, every videographer has dabbled into pornography. there’s no shame, anyways i’d say this angle right here is best for a still shot.” 

“what about close-ups-“ and before won could finish his sentence the sound of the front door shutting could be heard through the small apartment and the sound of your voice shouting down the empty hallway to him. 

“baby, i’m home- oh we have guests??” jungwon doesn’t miss the way you quickly scan jay’s figure before leaning in to give won a peck on the lips, quickly pulling away and excusing yourself. “practice was long, i’m gonna go wash up.”

“she’s a dancer?” jungwon doesn’t fail to miss how jay keeps his eyes on you as you walk out, hands in his pockets before he resumes his conversation with won. “consultation fee is usually $100, but since you and your girlfriend are hot and you’re desperate, i could go for $75.” jay leans on the door frame, watching as you walk out of the bathroom in your shorts and sport-bra, grabbing the towel you seemed to have forgotten. 

“… great, i’ll pay you this weekend.” won also didn’t fail to watch you run across the hallway to grab your favorite fuzzy towel, and he certainly didn’t miss jay calling the two of you hot. 

“this weekend? you can’t be fucking serious.” jay pinches the space between his eyebrows, swearing he could feel his brain thumping against his temple dealing with the younger. 

“or, my girlfriend and i could give a different form of payment?” 

【☆】★【☆】

you weren’t expecting your boyfriend to sit you down on your bed after your shower, nothing but a towel wrapped around you while the guy you had briefly seen earlier set up a camera in the corner of your room. you weren’t put off though… the way his sharp eyes looked over and he adjusted the camera every few minutes was enough to have a puddle forming between your legs. 

“jay’s going to be helping us with that bucket list baby?” jungwon’s sickeningly sweet voice came from in front of you, his hands rubbing your thighs as he squatted in front of you, the now identified jay working behind him. “you’re already doing such a good job and being so pretty for the camera.”

“camera’s on, just start when you’re ready.” even his voice was enough to send shivers down your spine. 

“why don’t you take this off pretty?” jungwon tugs on the end of the towel, slipping it from around your form and dropping it onto the floor. his hands return to your thighs, dragging up to your waist as he raises himself to be leveled with your chest. kissing your left boob before taking your nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the hardened nub. 

“why don’t you make some noise for the camera, don’t make me feel like i’m wasting my time here.” jay’s harsh words paired with jungwon lightly biting down on your nipple has you letting out a high-pitched sound of satisfaction. “just like that.”

jungwon’s pushing you back and lifting your legs onto his shoulders, moving down to kiss your cunt. “put on a show for hyung? we want to make this worth it for him baby.” he marks the inside of your thighs up, leaving you to pull at your hair in frustration, the build-up not being nearly enough for you. 

“please wonnie, please i need more.” 

“i don’t think the camera is picking that up, say it louder pretty.”  jungwon laughs against your cunt, pulling back and looking over at jay, the obvious bulge between the blonde’s legs on display. “jay hyung, why don’t you bring the camera closer, she’s dripping like crazy.” 

jay moves the set-up, bringing the camera close as won moves out of the way, giving the perfect view of your cunt glistening and dripping down onto the bed. you can hear jay groan, looking up to see him straining against his slacks. 

seeing jungwon and jay stand next to each other and glare at you through the screen of the camera setting something off inside of you. 

“can i be the director for a moment…” you speak lowly, unsure of if the two of them would let you get your hands on the camera, but pleasantly surprised when jay hands the device over to you. jay and won continue to stand over you, watching you fumble with the camera and flip it around towards them, the visual of them looking down on you making you cower and turning you on all at once. 

“what do you want us to do angel?” jay smirks at you, chuckling lightly as he watches you fumble around with the camera.

“take off your shirts…”

“what do you say, angel?”

“…please?”

“good girl.” you watch as the two of them grab the backs of their shirts and tug them over their heads, the contrast in their skin tones complimenting each other nicely. 

“could you kiss too… please?”

“you remembered your manners, good job.” jay turns to face won, grabbing your boyfriend’s chin. you had never seen your boyfriend look so gone before, you usually had an idea of what he was thinking but with his empty eyes and jaw slightly dropped down you were sure you knew exactly what he was thinking. he wanted jay just as much as you did. 

“you okay with kissing me, pretty boy?” the way jungwon dumbly nods back at jay makes the older suck air through his teeth. “fuck, you two are making me so hard right now.” pushing his lips against your boyfriend’s roughly, you gasping behind the camera and pushing your knees together, trying your best to hold steady and keep the two of them in frame. 

without you having to give any further direction jay is pulling jungwon in by his waist, won raising his arms to tangle his hands in jay’s hair, messing up the strands that were once neatly styled. 

jay’s deep groans mixed with won’s whines drive you crazy, the two of them dragging their covered-up cocks together, the layers between them making them push against each other desperately.  

you put the camera down and reach for won’s belt trying your best to help only to feel a slap against your hands, jay’s hand roughly grabbing the hair on the back of your head and tilting your head up to look at him.

“what do you think you’re doing?” 

you freeze, lip slightly quivering as you struggle to respond. 

“i- i’m helping..” you hear jay tsk, shaking his head at you. 

“jungwon, she isn’t even recording. wasn’t that the whole point of this? I might as well pack my things up and leave.” 

“apologize y/n. you’re disappointing our guest.” the switch that flipped in won’s mind had you reeling. just a moment ago he was almost as out of it as you were, you couldn’t even begin to figure out how he could bounce back in a split second. his hand reached towards your face and pinched your cheek, slightly shaking your face in a teasing way. “what do you say to jay hyung?”

“i’m sorry. i’m really sorry jay.”

“how about i prop the camera up and then you can show me just how sorry you are? you’d like that yeah?” he massages the back of your head, soothing the spot he tugged on before picking up his camera and walking back over to the tripod. “help won out of those pants.”

you drop to your knees immediately getting to work, taking off won’s belt and dropping the pants to his ankle, massaging his achingly hard length through his thin boxers. you could see his member jump through the flimsy material, spit building up in your mouth at the thought of having it lay heavy on your tongue. 

you’re unable to stop yourself from leaning in and sucking on the tip, the soft material between your mouth and his skin doing very little to stop you, the spot growing darker as you suckle him. 

“nu uh, i need my payment first.” jay softly pushes jungwon out of the way and sits on the mattress, beckoning for the two of you to come over to him.

jay pulls his pants and underwear down, letting his irritated tip meet the cool air and slap up against his stomach. your eyes go wide, he’s thick and long. a prominent vein up the side that you’d kill to feel inside you.

“come on now, wrap those pretty lips around me.” jay spreads his legs and makes space for you between him, letting you settle between him before pulling your hair back into a loose ponytail. “say ‘ahh’” and the moment you do the most satisfying grown is leaving both jay and won’s mouths. your face flushes, proud of yourself for getting both of them to react in such a way. 

jay taps his member against your tongue before pushing in with no warning, enjoying the way you gag around him and your throat clenches around his tip. you struggle to take him properly, tears building up in your eyes as you look up to him and practically plead for him to let you up. 

jungwon groans beside jay, kissing up on his tan skin and marking up jay’s neck after every couple of kisses. you wanted so badly to join won and help, but the feeling of jay cock continuously thrumming against the back of your throat has you losing focus and your eyes rolling back. 

“she can’t even do it on her own, why don’t you help her out won?” you pull off for a quick moment, keeping only the tip in your mouth to suck on as you watch won bite down onto jay’s neck, the older boy hissing, his length twitching in your mouth as he does so. “come on she’s waiting for you.”

won uses his thumb to wipe the spit from his lower lip, wrapping both his hands around jay’s length and pumping the older boy, waiting for you to continue bobbing your head up and down. 

“fuck, i’m seeing stars right now.” 

your tongue comes out the trace the underside of his member, jay’s thighs clenching underneath your hands as you push yourself to take more, won’s hands getting everything you couldn’t reach. you watch as won slightly opens his hand, letting a glob of spit slip out of his mouth and drip down onto jay’s cock, adding more to the messy mixture of precum and your spit that’s already glazing jay’s member.

you couldn’t tell if the slick sounds were because of your mouth or jungwon’s slippery hands but you do know jay was loving every moment of it and you were going to have to watch back this tape later.

without any warning your throat was being coated with a warm release, jay tugging you off as jungwon milked the rest out of him, letting the last couple of streaks paint your lips and lashes. 

“show me my cum angel.” you open your mouth, one eye-opening as the other stays shut, trying to prevent the cum from getting in. jay spits into your mouth, watching as his clear liquid mixes with the pearly white one. 

“pretty, i want a taste too.” your boyfriend’s hand came around your next and pulled you up to him, lips meeting and his tongue scooping jay’s fluids into his mouth, groaning at the taste of both you and his senior.  swallowing down the bit of liquid he was able to get into his mouth. both you and won gulped it down before facing jay and showing him both your tongues, proof of it being all gone. 

“fuck i need this on tape-“

and then you hear three beeps from the corner of the room. 

“never mind, the camera just died...”

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[hapinesbuterfiy]

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lets talk about rafe x fangirl!reader...

you love being a fangirl and all of the late release nights, hundreds of dollars spent in merch and concert tickets, and the constant hours of waiting in ticketmaster queues that came with it. having an insanely rich and obsessive boyfriend who would spend millions to make you happy had it's perks!

it took rafe a while to get used to your antics, never did he ever think he would be waking up at 2am to queue for a concert, but who else would be accompanying his girl? certainly not anyone else, he wouldn't have it. at first, he attempted to persuade you to buy actual seats instead of pit tickets with the "proactive person" approach. "are you fuckin' crazy? you're meanin' to tell me that you would rather sleep on the filthy fuckin' streets outside the venue waiting for hours when i could just buy you an entire box of seats? you're fuckin' insane." he stomps around your bedroom while standing above you, unable to fathom the lengths that you're willing to go to for a good view at a show. "rafe it's not the same you just don't get it! i need to be at the barricade there is literally no point in going if lana del rey can't watch me sob in front of her while singing pretty when you cry." he rolls his eyes at your remark, shaking his head in disbelief while sucking in his bottom lip. "yea—yea fuckin' barricade my ass, you shithead. lucky i wouldn't fuckin' make you go alone." you perk up, kissing his cheek in excitement. "thank you!" you've got him wrapped around your pretty little finger.

you're passionate, to say the least! why would you spent countless nights sobbing to grainy eras tour live streams after taylor swift plays your favorite songs without you there alone when you could be doing it with rafe by your side? he thinks you're insane for crying over a song, giving you his best fake sympathy act each time it happens, which is practically every time she has a concert because her entire discography is yours. you try your best to make out words through your sniffles and sobs, "i hate taylor swift so much. why would she bring gracie abrams out to play i miss you i'm sorry without me there?" you continue to choke on your sobs and manage to pull yourself even close into his chest. "she's so mean i hate her rafe." he tries his best to console you but can't help but laugh at your disheveled state and the snot coming out of your nose over a song, he is rafe, after all. "baby— i don't know what to tell you. maybe she'll like play it again when you see her, i don't fuckin' know." he wipes your face with his thumbs, as he continues to laugh at you reaching out for his phone to take a video of you so he can make fun of you later for it.

you practically control the aux cord in his jeep, as his girlfriend it's basically your job to make sure he has good music taste! plus the same future songs that he plays over and over again are starting to become unbearable. "so this is thank u, next, it's literally ariana's best single like i swear i would not be the same person without this song it's so me core." he parts his lips in frustration, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. "the fuck do you mean that's so me core? are you tryin' to say somethin' here?" he tries to pretend that he isn't enjoying it but you can hear him mumble "thank u, next m' im so fuckin' grateful for my ex." your eyes light up as you land a playful slap to his shoulder "see i told you it was a good song, you're too stubborn!" he completely disregards you, turning the volume up even higher so that you stop chirping in his ear.

you're a handful and a tad bit loud, but rafe secretly enjoys putting with your shit. you're his princess and if that meant he had to book an entire trip to italy just so you could go see harry styles for the last show on love on tour just to make you happy, he would be doing so!

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I’ve Got My Eye On You | Spencer Reid x F! Reader

Summary: A piece of Spencer Reid died the day Tobias Hankle kidnapped and tortured him. Seeing your friend in desperate need of help, you take it upon yourself to keep an eye on him and help him every step of the way, no matter how hard those steps may be. Inspired by “Say Yes To Heaven” by Lana Del Rey.

Content warnings: mention/discussion of addictions, narcotics references, withdrawal description.

wc: 9.3k

Also cross-posted on Wattpad and AO3. Link to my masterlist for everything else I’ve posted

a/n: thank you to all who take time to read my stories. I appreciate each and everyone of you, and you all deserve the softest forehead kisses.

- - - - -

"Spencer I know what Tobias did to you, and I want you to know that I'm here for you. You're one of my closest friends and I don't want you to feel like you have to handle this on your own. It's not your fault, and what he did to you was wrong, please don't blame yourself. And please let me help you, I know you'd do the same for me. I can't lose you to this, you mean too much to me and you deserve to be free of this torment." Your throat constricts with emotion and you can't help the single tear that rolls down your cheek.

"I've tried to stop but I can't." Spencer's voice cracks through his tears, beckoning you to lift your head to meet his gaze. His eyes are tear-filled and his grip on your hands tightens. Sniffling, you nod your head, prepared to take on this challenge with him.

- - - -

A part of Spencer Reid died the day he was kidnapped by Tobias Hankle. You noticed it like day turned to night. After he had been rescued, there was a hollowness in his eyes you had never seen before. The rest of the team seemed quick to move on and it's like they almost disregarded the horrors and trauma Spencer endured.

But you were not as quick to forget, nor did you brush it under the rug. You had taken note of the needle tracks left in his arms when he was rescued, and you were keenly aware that narcotics addiction is one hell of a beast to slay. And so you took it upon yourself to keep an eye on him; you were not about to lose one of your closest friends, and it became obvious that nobody else was going to be there to support him.

As you look across the bullpen to the man who occupies your thoughts you reminisce about the Spencer you knew before the tragedy. He was bright-eyed and innocent, socially awkward but charming in his own way. And while many of those things are still true, he's changed.

You've noticed how he's taken on a much more serious tone on cases, how he's becoming more skeptical of people. And you don't miss how his fingers find their way into his pockets during stressful conversations or how he's developing a short temper. Alarm bells sound off in your head and you wonder how the others could be missing this. But you know if nobody else is going to intervene and help him, then you will.

Spencer turns around with papers in his hands and you avert your gaze quickly, not wanting to be caught staring at him. The clock lets you know it's time to go home and the other team members head out the door with farewells. You politely say your goodbyes to them but hang back intentionally.

The bullpen is occupied only by you and Spencer now. It's not unusual for either of you to work over, but this time you're not staying for the paperwork. While Spencer wraps up his work you feign busyness, you don't want him to become skeptical of you. This plan had been mulling over in your mind for a week now, and you've just now been able to find the courage to act on it.

Twenty minutes pass before you see Spencer start wrapping up his final report, and so you casually begin packing up as well. What a coincidence that you two finished at the same time. You stand from your chair and shrug your coat on, preparing for the crisp air that awaits you outside.

"Hey, if you want I can give you a ride home. The buses stopped an hour ago and it's pretty cold out." You softly break the silence between the two of you. Spencer stops in his tracks and you see the conflict on his face. You hope he takes you up on your offer, your entire plan kind of hinges on it. After a few fleeting moments of contemplation, he nods his head.

"Sure, that would be nice. Thank you." He gives you a small smile and you let out a breath you were unaware of holding. The two of you walk side by side out of the building and into the cold air, where your breath turns to white clouds.

"How'd your reports go?" You ask, trying to keep a conversation flowing. Your stomach turns in nervousness and you remind yourself of what's at stake so as to not back out of your plan for fear of rejection or failure.

"They went okay." His answer is too short for your liking. As you buckle your seatbelt you notice how his hand finds it way into his coat pocket. Your heart drops, but you remain casual as you start driving towards his apartment.

"So do you actually think we're going to get a full weekend off?" So far your plan is going almost as well as you had hoped, and you count down the minutes before you'll arrive at Spencer's building. He sighs in the seat next to you,

"Maybe. I think I heard JJ and Hotch talk about a no-contact weekend unless it's an absolute emergency." He turns his head to look out of the window and you swallow your nerves. You only hope that he's not trying to read your body language.

"So any fun plans this weekend then?" You come to a stop at a light and look over to Spencer. From the soft glow of the street lamp you see how tired he looks, and your heart aches for your friend.

"No. You?" His answer is simpler than the ones he usually gives you; conciseness is also a new development it seems.

"Nothing particularly fun." You honestly answer before pulling up to the curb next to his apartment. Pushing back all doubts that float in your mind, you know the time has come and only hope that things turn out well.

Spencer goes to reach for the door handle, uttering a thank you, but you reach out and grab his bicep to keep him in the car for just a few more moments. Your heart thumps in your chest as he settles back into the seat and looks at you with curiosity. Taking a deep breath, you decide to just rip the bandaid off and be straightforward with him.

"Spencer. There's something I want to talk to you about." Your eyes meet his, faces only illuminated faintly from the street.

"What is it?" There's no trace of skepticism in his voice and it gives you a boost of hopefulness. So far his short temper hasn't effected your relationship with him, but you know full well that this conversation could change that.

You and Spencer had developed a good friendship over the years. The two of you were hired around the same time and so it was easy to bond over being the newbies on the team. And after a few years the two of you had been able to build a strong bond based on trust and respect; he was one of the few people you know you can count on. You trust him with your life and now you hope he trusts you with his.

Keeping a gentle hand on his arm, you want him to know that what you're about to say is coming from a place of love.

"You know I care about you, right?" You start off your rehearsed lines, careful to pick your wording just right so that he doesn't feel attacked or judged. His head nods almost instantly.

"Of course." He says, and you see the authenticity clearly in his eyes. But they're not the eyes you've come to know, you see within them the anguish he's going through.

"Spencer I know what Tobias did to you, and I want you to know that I'm here for you. You're one of my closest friends and I don't want you to feel like you have to handle this on your own. It's not your fault, and what he did to you was wrong, please don't blame yourself. And please let me help you, I know you'd do the same for me. I can't lose you to this, you mean too much to me and you deserve to be free of this torment." Your throat constricts with emotion and you can't help the single tear that rolls down your cheek.

Though you had practiced these words several times over the week, saying them out loud makes this situation all too real for you. The reality hits you like a brick wall that if Spencer doesn't get some help, his life may be on the line.

Spencer's jaw sets tightly and you see his eyes follow the tear down your cheek. Your lower lip quivers as you try to keep your composure, but once you see his jaw waver, your façade cracks. Soon enough, you and Spencer are crying together, both of you gripping onto each other's hands like a lifeline.

His hands shake as they grab onto yours, enveloping them completely. You know the tremors aren't from nerves, and it causes you to cry harder. All you want is for him to be free of this addiction.

"I've tried to stop but I can't." Spencer's voice cracks through his tears, beckoning you to lift your head to meet his gaze. His eyes are tear-filled and his grip on your hands tightens. Sniffling, you nod your head, prepared to take on this challenge with him.

"You don't have to do it alone. I'm right here with you, every step of the way." You rest your hand on his cheek, letting him know that your words are true. And though you have a long road ahead of you, you know you'd walk across fiery coals every second of your life for him.

- - - - -

The road to recovery is one full of bumps, twists, and turns. You knew that this would be difficult, but you had severely underestimated just how challenging it was going to get.

As soon as Spencer had accepted your offer of help, you had done everything you could to educate yourself about narcotics addiction and how to support someone who is seeking recovery. An interesting fact you had come across was that the withdrawal symptoms for Dilaudid addiction typically cease quicker than other drug withdrawals, but they're more intense. And this had never been clearer than it is right now.

"Is there anything else I can get for you?" Your hand brushes hair out of Spencer's eyes as he lays on the couch, drenched in sweat with shaking hands.

He had been running a fever for a few hours now, and developed nausea and anxiety recently; all normal and expected symptoms but that didn't mean they were easy to handle.

"Some space." He snaps back quickly, and you try hard not to take it personally. Irritability is also an unfortunate side effect of withdrawal.

With a sigh, you back away from him and walk over to the window, which has frosted over with fresh snow. Due to the holiday season, Hotch gave everyone two weeks off to celebrate Christmas and also New Year. Spencer had asked you to stay with him during these two weeks so that he could quit, and of course you said yes.

It's not like you had family plans anyway, the team is more of your family than blood relatives at this point. And before you arrived at Spencer's you had delivered gifts to the rest of the team, peddling a story of how you're going on a vacation during the break, so that they don't contact you. And how you wished you were on a tropical island sipping a fruity drink somewhere instead of watching your best friend writhe in pain.

Turning your head slightly to look over at him, you see his trembling hands ball themselves into fists over and over again, a likely coping mechanism for the torment he's experiencing. From the research you've done, you know the worst is yet to come.

- - - - -

Hours later, in the middle of the night, you hear Spencer make his way to the bathroom. Seconds later you hear him get sick and you check the watch on your wrist. According to your estimates, he's likely hitting the peak of withdrawal symptoms.

Sighing and rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you cautiously enter his room and see the bathroom light on. Spencer's hunched over the toilet, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat that's dripping down his temple. Upon hearing your arrival, he looks over to you in the doorway and you've never seen a more pleading look.

Instead of just standing and staring, you move to run cold water over a cloth and place it on the back of his neck. Another wave of sickness comes over him, and you kneel beside him, rubbing circles on his back to try and bring some sort of comfort to him.

After the nausea has ceased, he collapses back against the wall. You take the cloth from around his neck and gingerly wipe away the sweat and clean up around his mouth.

"It's okay Spence, you're doing great. I'm proud of you." You whisper and place a kiss to his forehead, and you mean every single word.

You sit beside him and his clammy hand finds yours, and he holds it tight. Your eyes travel up his arm, seeing the faint marks from previous needle injection and you hope that they fade quickly, he doesn't need a constant reminder.

"Did you get rid of it?" He asks suddenly, startling you out of you focus. His head is tipped back against the wall and his eyes are closed.

"I got rid of it all. Nothing is left here." You confirm to him with a gentle squeeze of his hand.

Earlier when you arrived the first step was for you to destroy the vial of Dilaudid and all the needles he had so that when this stage of withdrawal came around he wouldn't be able to give into the intense cravings.

"I need it." He says, eyes opening and staring into yours. Spencer's eyes are glazed over and watery. You shake your head, encouraging him to keep going.

"No, you don't need it. This is the peak of the withdrawal Spence. A few more hours and things will get easier." You recite the information you remember from your research.

As if he's suddenly disgusted with you, he drops your hand and looks away, pushing his own hair out of his face. His jaw tenses and his foot starts tapping against the floor.

"Get out of here." His tone is harsh, and your heart drops, but you listen to him.

Without a word, you leave his bedroom and close the door behind you. You know that the withdrawal is wreaking havoc on his mind and body, but it's hard to watch and hear your best friend behave so differently.

You go to take a seat in his couch, and reminisce on the good times the two of you shared here. There were weekend nights spent completing puzzles and making cookies together, and other times you just lounged around while he read. The connection you two shared was an easy going one, there were never any expectations and you two were just content with each other's company.

You can't wait to have those nights back, and you know they may not happen for a while. And that's okay, as long as Spencer was getting better that's more than you can ask for.

- - - - -

One week had passed and thankfully Spencer's condition improved greatly. His hands no longer tremble, he doesn't break out into cold sweats anymore, and his personality is beginning to shine through again. Sure, there are still some bouts of anxiety and irritability, but overall you couldn't be happier with his progress.

While you wait for him to get up for the day, you make him some pancakes and bacon. His appetite had also made a reappearance. The maple smell wafts throughout his apartment and makes your tummy grumble.

The sound of Spencer's bedroom door opening cues you to turn on the coffee pot, so that he can have some fresh coffee with his breakfast. You place his favorite mug beside the pot and flip the bacon, estimating another two minutes before everything is ready.

"Good morning." Spencer's raspy morning voice says from behind you. He walks around you, mindlessly placing a hand on your waist as he squeezes past you to get to the coffee pot.

The warmth of his fingers on your waist in the cool air of the apartment sends a wave of heat through you before taking residence in your cheeks. Spencer had touched you a hundred times before, but his touch had never elicited a response from your body like this before.

"Good morning, how'd you sleep?" You ask, trying to distract yourself from whatever it was your body was doing.

After pouring steaming hot coffee into his mug and dumping a small ton of sugar into it, he leans back against the counter. Unable to help yourself, you glance over at him and see his unruly hair and take note that he's decided to wear his glasses today. Another wave of warmth radiates through you.

"Good, I didn't wake up once throughout the night." He says with a small smile, sipping his coffee. You match his smile, happy to hear that he's made another improvement.

You turn the burners off on the stove and motion for him to help himself. He sets his mug down on the counter and you turn to get yourself ready for the day. Not that you're going anywhere, you just prefer to feel a little put together. Plus, this gives you a reason to get away from Spencer's observant eyes. What if he noticed something was weird with you this morning?

Mind occupied with dissecting your own feelings, you manage to toss on a sweater and some comfortable sweats, not even bothering to see if they match or not. No, your brain is too wrapped up in decoding why your body had reacted the way it did to Spencer's touch.

In all the years you two had been friends, he had touched you like that before to get past you, he had held your hand after particularly hard cases so you could fall asleep on the jet, and yet none of those times made you feel like he just had in the kitchen. So what exactly had changed?

The question plays itself over and over in your mind as you rejoin him at the dining table for breakfast. Only the soft ticking of the clock and the occasional scrape of a fork across a plate can be heard. It's typical for the two of you to share your mornings relatively peacefully, letting each other wake up for the day. It's a calm routine, one you know you'll miss after this is all over.

"Are you ready to get back to work next week?" Spencer breaks the silence, finishing off his bacon.

"Yes and no. I'll miss the free time, but it'll feel good to get back out there. What about you?" You admit that you're not completely ready to get back into the swing of things, you've found that you quite enjoy spending your days with Spencer.

"I'm just ready to be back to myself." He says, a soft smile on his face. You nod knowingly,

"You will be, Spence." You fight the urge to reach across the table for his hand, afraid of how your body may betray you again, so instead, you offer him your most genuine gaze. But it hardly conveys the sincerity you want it to.

"I still crave it, and I know that once I'm back out there I'll want it even more." He tells you with a sigh. Unfortunately, craving the drug of choice is a lasting side effect, especially for those experiencing stress.

"That may be true but you've worked so hard to get here. And I'll be there for you, never forget that. If it ever feels like it's too much, come to me and we'll work through it. I promise." Spencer's eyes look slightly enlarged from his glasses, and it only allows you to see their beauty enhanced; it's like you could spend hours swimming in them.

"I know, thank you." His voice drops to a whisper, and you know he means it. Spencer has never been very good at expressing his feelings or emotions, but you know him well enough to understand the depth of his sentiment.

The two of you spend the rest of the day together tangled in blankets to keep warm. Spencer chooses to read while you only pretend to read, your focus is stuck on Spencer for some odd reason. Your back is up against the couch's armrest which gives you a clear view of Spencer overtop the book you're "reading".

You can't help but to admire the delicate crease in between his eyes as he scans the words on the page, or appreciate the soft curl of his hair that falls to his shoulders. Of course these are all things you had noticed before, but it's like you're seeing them in a new light, like it's all new. An unfamiliar feeling blooms within you but you're unable to put a finger on it.

You're sure it's nothing more than caring for you friend. Right?

- - - - -

The first day back to the office comes sooner than you would've liked. Last night you spent the night alone in your own apartment, just like any other night, except it felt oddly empty and cold. And this morning when you woke, you had almost expected to see Spencer sitting at your dining room table with a cup of hot coffee in his hands. But instead you were met with a barren table, the sweet smell of coffee nowhere to be found.

When you reach the office building you're thankful for the distraction it offers. Everyone is in good spirits from the extended break, and even you find yourself excited to get on another case. The team congregates in the briefing room, and Spencer strolls in at the last second and takes a seat next to you like always.

You turn to greet him and notice the dark circles underneath his eyes and your heart drops to your stomach. It's only been one night alone, surely he didn't give into temptation. But to your relief, he gives you a sly head shake and a thumbs up, as if he could read your mind. Perhaps he also didn't sleep well last night.

JJ presents the case as usual, and Hotch tells the team to be wheels up in thirty. You know you'll have to review the case file on the jet, your mind was anywhere except the case and you hope that you're able to get your head in the game before the team lands and starts working the case.

- - - - -

It seems your wishes for a clear head go unanswered. The team had successfully caught the unsub, but you felt guilty because you know you were distracted the entire time. Sure, you helped out where you could and still did your job, but you know that your analyses were not as thorough as usual.

Instead of being fully dedicated to the case, you kept glancing over to Spencer every few minutes and found your thoughts seemingly to revolve around him. Sometimes he would see you looking and other times not. But when he did catch your eye, a bundle of nerves within your stomach would ignite themselves, leading you further into your mystery.

There's just no good reason for you to be reacting like that to something as simple as his gaze. It's perplexing you, a puzzle you can't quite seem to put together. Nothing had changed between you two, there's no clear reason why you would begin having these feelings.

"Meeting for drinks tonight?" Garcia walks into the bullpen as the team arrives back, in a chipper mood as always.

You wait to see how others answer, not particularly in the mood to go. You would much rather go back home in silent contemplation or maybe see if Spencer wanted company. Seeing as how bars weren't really your scene, it was common for you and Spencer to find something else to do together. Usually you two would end up agreeing to a movie or going for dinner somewhere.

"Sure." Morgan answers first, slinging his jacket over his shoulders. Emily and JJ agree as well and you watch as Penelope waltzes over to Spencer.

"How about you my favorite resident genius?" She nudges him with her shoulder. As if on instinct, he looks over to you. You know his mind is going down the same path yours is, deciding whether or not to go. To answer his silent request, you simply shrug your shoulders.

"Uh, yeah sure." He eventually answers, loosening the tie around his neck. A part of you is grateful he said yes, you know this will give you plenty of opportunities to distract your mind.

The team enters a familiar bar, providing some comfort though the environment is anything but tranquil. Everyone takes a seat around a table, chattering about the case and everything else that comes to mind.

"What's up with you tonight?" Morgan asks, nudging your arm. With a sigh, you shake your head and look at the drink swirling in your glass.

"I don't know. I guess I just feel a little off." You admit, but fall short of the whole truth. You should've known, working with profilers, that one of them was bound to pick up on your unusual behavior. Giving you a knowing nod, Morgan brings you in for a side hug,

"Happens to the best of us sometimes." He says, and you nod, knowing he's right. During your time on the team you've seen everyone experience a lull of some sort. Maybe that's what this all is, just some weird mental lull.

The rest of the night goes off without much excitement. That is, until everyone is about ready to leave. As you grab your jacket off the back of the chair you notice Morgan lean in to whisper something in Spencer's ear. You watch as their eyes flit across the bar to a woman who's staring right back at Spencer.

A nauseous feeling rises within you, but you force yourself to be quiet and watch as Spencer smiles to Morgan before crossing the bar to talk to her. In all your years of knowing Spencer, this was out of pattern behavior if you've ever seen it.

"Come on pretty girl, I think our boy is finally catching on." Morgan wraps his arms around your shoulder and guides you out of the bar. The last thing you see is the woman wrap her arms around Spencer's neck.

The walk home is so much colder and lonelier than it usually is.

- - - - -

Months later, you realize that the feelings Spencer gives you aren't going away. In fact, you think they've only become more prevalent with each brush of his fingertips and each smile he gives you. But, you've done a good job suppressing them so far for the sake of the friendship. After all, you and Spencer work closely together during cases and still keep up your routine friendship activities.

Or at least, you did up until three weeks ago.

Something happened around three weeks ago that you haven't been able to put your finger on. Spencer's been distancing himself from you little by little, but it's glaringly obvious to you. At first it was skipping a planned movie night and then it was taking a rain check for dinner at his favorite Thai place. And then during cases you'd noticed how he doesn't joke with you as much and that he almost avoids your gaze.

Sitting at your desk, you look across the bullpen and try to zone in on the conversation Spencer is having with Morgan. It seems Morgan has become Spencer's confidante of choice these days. And while you want to respect Spencer's choice, you can't help but wonder why he doesn't come to you anymore. A piece of you feels hollow without Spencer around as much as he used to be.

You considered that maybe you had simply become too attached to his presence during his detox, and that you're overthinking everything. Maybe this is all just in your head. You try to convince yourself of any other explanation, but a nagging voice in the back of your head tells you that it's something wrong with you, that he just doesn't want to share a close relationship anymore.

Later in the day, you find Morgan in the break room and decide to get some answers. As casually as you can, you join Derek in finding a snack.

"Can I ask you something?" You keep your voice quiet, and give Derek a look to let him know that this isn't one of your jokes. Standing straighter, he nods.

"Of course pretty girl." You pick at the skin around your nails before you can force yourself to say the words.

"Is Spencer okay?" You tread lightly, unsure of how much Derek is willing to give you.

"Yeah, he's fine. Why?" Derek's eyebrow quirks and you sigh, knowing you have to come clean to him or he won't let it go.

"It's just that he doesn't hang out with me much anymore and he hasn't been talking to me. We used to go out at least once a week and we always talked. I don't know if I did, or said, something." You meet Derek's eyes reluctantly but see no traces of judgment in his expression. He reaches out and puts a hand on your shoulder.

"I don't know if I'm supposed to keep this under wraps or not, but I think you deserve to know. He's been, um, putting himself out there lately." Your eyebrows scrunch together, not following what Derek is trying to say.

"Putting himself out there?" You ask for clarification but a pit of dread begins forming in your stomach. Derek licks his lips and offers you a sad smile, the pit of despair grows.

"It seems that he's becoming quite popular with the ladies." Is all Derek has to say before it sinks in. Your mouth goes dry and you suddenly lost your appetite for your snack. Pushing yourself off the countertop, you give Derek a rushed thank you before retreating back to your desk.

Spencer's sitting at his own, filling out paperwork and you can't help but to look at him in a different light. If you concentrate hard enough, you think you can see traces of bruises on his neck. They're faint enough that you wouldn't really be able to tell they're there unless you were looking for them.

Your heart hurts with the realization, you miss your friend dearly. After helping him detox you were sure that there was nothing getting between your friendship, but you guess other women seem to have won his favor.

Images of Spencer's lips on other women makes your skin crawl. This behavior just isn't like him. It's almost as if he's traded one addiction for another.

Your blood runs cold as the thought crosses your mind. In your studies of addiction during detox, you had read about addiction transference and how people who are prone to addictions can sometimes trade off. In Spencer's case it seems like he's traded the needle for sexual gratification.

While his dependence on Dilaudid was easy to pinpoint and treat, sex addiction is another beast entirely. This kind of addiction gets brushed under the rug by a lot of people, and commonly isn't seen as an issue. And truthfully, if it was anyone but Spencer, you may not have even noticed or cared. But as images of his hands on other women's bodies, his lips attached to their neck, their hands traveling his body flood your mind, you realize that you care a lot.

The realization dawns on you that you're actually feeling jealous of these faceless and nameless women.

- - - - -

Your patience is tested two weeks later, when the team is out celebrating another victory. And instead of Spencer sitting beside you or Morgan like usual, he's across the bar talking to a beautiful woman.

Through your jealousy you try to figure out when Spencer became such a social person, it's unlike the man you became friends with. Never would you have ever imagined that Spencer regularly seeks out women to spend his nights with. But here you sit, watching as he leans in and whispers something in her ear.

Your face runs hot and you tip back your glass, desperate to go numb. You had known Spencer was partaking in this lifestyle, but it's something entirely different when you're face to face with it and be forced to actually acknowledge what's happening.

"Woah that's your fourth already. You good?" Garcia asks from beside you, nursing her second drink. Ripping your gaze away from Spencer, you give Garcia a wide smile.

"Never been better." The sarcasm drips from your voice. You slip from your seat and go to the bar, your steps only slightly wobbly.

Purposely, you take a spot beside the woman Spencer's talking to, partially to eavesdrop and partially to get the bartender's attention. The woman beside you giggles insufferably at something Spencer said, causing you to tap your fingers against the bar top impatiently waiting for the bartender.

After you finally get another drink in your hand and turn to go back to the team, your eye catches Spencer's. His gemstone eyes meeting yours is enough to cause your heart to stop beating. Your lips fall apart, suddenly overwhelmed with sadness. You miss Spencer so much.

But unfortunately he doesn't keep your gaze for long, as the woman beside him runs her hands up his chest. Fighting the urge to get violent, or get sick, you give him a half-hearted smile before returning to your spot.

Perhaps you should've cherished your time with him more. Maybe you shouldn't have taken for granted your movie nights, shared dinners, or days spent underneath the same blankets. You certainly should've been more appreciative for his friendship. And now that all of that is gone you feel lost.

Drowning your sorrows with tequila, you understand that it's not just jealousy that fills you. You had actually fallen in love with your best friend. And now you're destined to watch him love other women.

You only wish it could be you.

- - - - -

"Rough night pretty boy?" Derek teases Spencer across his desk. Your eyes look over just in time to watch Spencer adjust his sweater and rub his eyes.

"Something like that." He answers, a faint blush creeping up to his cheeks. The wave of emotion that washes over you is the perfect storm of sadness, grief, and anger.

Unable to handle hearing their conversation, you abruptly get up from your desk and carry your paperwork back to Garcia's office. You know her office is like a safe haven, and truthfully, you're hoping she can brighten your dreary mood.

Knocking on her door lightly, you hear her invite you in. Like a child coming to their parents' room, you peek in before entering all the way. Screens are lit up across her desks and it looks like she's completing ten tasks at once.

"Are you busy? If this is a bad time I don't have to-"

"Nonsense, come here." She interrupts you and clears off a space for you to put your things. At least you can still count on Garcia.

You sit next to her and open the folder, half of your report already written. As you go to put pen to paper again, Penelope speaks up.

"Are you gonna tell me why you're here?" She has a knowing tone. Your pen taps against the desk a few times as you decide on what to tell her.

"I just needed a change of scenery" Your voice isn't very convincing, and you know she doesn't buy it from the look on her face.

"Okay and now the truth?" She asks, voice light yet firm. Relenting, you decide that it's not fair to yourself to keep your emotions bottled up, where they'll inevitably erupt.

"I guess it's just that, it's silly really, but I think I just miss Spencer." You attempt to downplay the severity of your feelings. But Penelope, in her typical fashion, presses you for more because she knows there's more to the story than you care to let on.

"He's right out there." She points out and you shake your head.

"Yeah but he's not him, if that makes any sense. We never hang out anymore and we rarely even talk to each other. And we used to be so close. But maybe he just outgrew me." You think out loud, fingers playing with the pen in your hand to try and distract your mind from all the racing thoughts.

"Outgrew you? Not a chance, he adores you." She says like it's a fact, but you have trouble believing it.

"Maybe he did some time ago, but he's adoring other women now. Lots of them." You can't hide the disdain in your voice. Every time you think about someone else with Spencer, it makes your blood boil. The selfish part of you wants him all to yourself, you want more shared mornings together and you crave more afternoons spent next to one another.

"Well, that may be true, but, I know him well enough to know that he still cares about you. I see the way he looks at you from across the room. Have you tried talking to him about it?" Of course Garcia would offer a logical and mature way to handle the situation. And you're thankful for her level head, because the way you want to deal with the situation involves dragging a woman by her hair out of his apartment.

"I don't even know what I would say that wouldn't make me sound like a kid who saw their friend playing with someone else at recess." You drop your pen on the desk, frustrated with your feelings. Penelope puts a hand on your shoulder, and you look up to meet her eyes.

"You've been friends for years now, I think he probably misses you too." She tells you, a soft look in her eye that lets you know she's being genuine.

"Maybe." You shrug.

"Finish your report and before you leave for the weekend talk to him." She spins around in her chair and gets back to work, allowing you to finish your report in peace.

Her words play over and over in your mind, and you realize that she has a good point. There's no way that after being friends for so long, and going through a detox together, that he just doesn't miss you either. You know Spencer well enough to know that he's a creature of habit, he likes routine; and lately he hasn't had much of one.

Feeling more like a bad friend for not checking in on him, you talk yourself into seeking him out at the end of the day. He's not responsible for your feelings, and you shouldn't have taken his actions so personally. Spencer is your friend first, and you've been neglecting your end of the friendship. Though, a voice in the back of your mind reminds you that he has as well.

Soon enough, the end of the day rolls around and you turn your report into Hotch. Thankfully Spencer is still here, collecting his things before heading out. It seems everyone else has left for the most part. With a deep breath, you swallow your pride and walk over to him.

"Hey." Your voice is meek and much weaker than you had hoped for. Startled by your presence, Spencer turns around. Your eyes meet his but trail down his neck, where there are sure signs of bruises. But this isn't about you, you try to remind yourself. This is about making sure your friend is okay.

"Hey." He greets you back, shrugging his coat over his sweater. There's an obvious tension between you two, and so you just decide to rip the bandaid off.

"Is everything okay?" You ask, making yourself keep your eyes on his face. Spencer's eyebrows crease together,

"Everything is fine, why?" He acts as if your question is coming out of left field. Finding it difficult to come out and say what you really mean, you shift your weight from foot to foot.

"It's just that we haven't really talked much lately and I just want to make sure that you're okay." You tell him truthfully.

"I'm fine." He tells you and glances down at his watch.

"Any fun weekend plans?" You ask, knowing full well that his answer could ruin your mood for the rest of the night.

"Um, yeah. I'm supposed to meet a friend tonight. But, you could come over tomorrow if you wanted to? Or we could go somewhere?" He offers, and a smile finds its way to your face.

"I'll be there tomorrow, I'll send you a text when I'm on my way." You tell him, satisfied with your plans. He gives you a quick nod before leaving the office to go meet whoever it is that he has plans with. You doubt that he even knows her name.

But you take some comfort in knowing that you'll be able to spend time with him tomorrow. And maybe, just maybe, it'll be exactly what the two of you need to smooth things out and go back to how things used to be.

- - - - -

You awake with an unusual happiness, excited to see Spencer. It's been months since the two of you actually spent any time together and you're eager to get over to his apartment to see him. Last night you had told yourself that no matter what he may be doing, that he's still one of your closest friends and that you still need to be there for him.

After picking out a nice outfit and ensuring your hair looks nice, you send him a quick text that you'll be there shortly. And of course, you never go empty handed, and so you pick up the plate of cookies you had made last night for him.

The trip over to his apartment seems to take less time than you remember, and you make your way up the stairs until you find yourself outside of his door. You knock on his door and wait for him to answer, but a minute passes and you hear no movement on the other side. Thinking that maybe he was in the bathroom or something, you wait another minute and then knock again. This time you hear movement.

The door swings open and you smile, but it quickly drops once you see who has answered the door. Her makeup is smudged on her face and she's still in the dress she probably wore last night. Feeling sickness rise in your throat, you wordlessly turn to leave.

"Hey what are you doing? Who is it?" You hear Spencer come to the door, but you don't bother to look back. You don't want him to see the tears in your eyes. You blink the blurry tears from your vision so you don't trip and make an even bigger fool of yourself, and you get halfway down the hall before Spencer is calling your name. But you act like you don't hear him.

Just before you reach the stairwell, you feel a hand on your shoulder. You stop in your tracks and a breath catches in your throat. Looking back, you see Spencer with disheveled hair and beyond him, his friend he met with last night. The sight of her in his doorway makes you shrug his hand off of you, disgusted to think about where those hands may have been just moments before you knocked on the door.

"Where are you going?" Spencer's voice is quiet, but you can hear the hurt and curiosity in his words. With a sniffle, you look from the woman back to him.

"I'm going back home, I didn't mean to interrupt your plans or whatever." You say, words cold and curt. Turning back around, you're determined to go back home, but Spencer stops you again.

"Please don't go. Come in, please." He practically begs. And as if she just got the hint, the woman leaves down the opposite end of the hall, heels in hand. You glare at her retreating figure before turning your attention back to Spencer.

"Fine." You agree and follow him back inside his apartment.

His floor is littered with the outfit he wore to work yesterday. Tie slung across the back of the couch and shirt tossed in front of the bedroom door. Nausea washes over you and you try your best to keep your facial expression neutral. The plate of cookies finds its place on his countertop and you stand with your hands in your pockets, feeling oddly out of place in an apartment that used to feel like your second home.

"I'm sorry about that, I um, I didn't see your text." Spencer closes the door behind him and walks over to you. Trying your best to appear calm and collected, you shrug.

"It's okay." You say, feeling like it's anything but.

A silence settles between the two of you and you almost regret your decision to come over. You watch as Spencer tries to quickly tidy up the place, throwing dirty clothes into his bedroom and tossing trash away. As he makes his way through his apartment you realize that you two hadn't made any real plans, just that you would come over. And while that used to mean movies and relaxing, you know that it just wouldn't feel right tonight.

"Listen, if now is a bad time we can always reschedule." You offer and go to move towards the door.

"No! No it's okay, I want you to stay." He says, throwing the last piece of garbage away. You sigh, realizing that you're probably not leaving here without some sort of confrontation.

"So how have you been? We haven't really talked in a while." You ease into conversation, hoping to coax Spencer into opening up. He rubs the back of his neck and his eyes dart around, looking anywhere but at you.

"I've been okay. And you?" The conversation feels like one between two acquaintances, not friends.

"Yeah I've been okay. Just worried about you." You somehow find the courage to tell him your true thoughts. After all, you figure you can either tell him or simmer in your own feelings.

"Worried about me? Why?" His eyebrows scrunch together. Feeling like his gaze is too intense, you look over at the counter and let your fingers trace the lines of granite.

"I know what you've been doing Spence. And it's none of my business but, don't you kind of think it might just be a trade off?" Sure, this might be out of line and too bold, but your concerns are real.

"A trade off?" He asks, taking a step closer to you. Standing firm, you nod your head.

"Spence you put down the needle and started picking up women. Just take a second and think about it Spencer." Your eyes find their way back to his. The image of the woman opening his door gives you newfound confidence.

You watch as he closes his mouth and thinks, instead of retorting right away. It's almost as if you can see the gears of his mind turning and churning the information and analyzing his actions over the past few months. After about five minutes, he looks back up at you with his mouth slightly agape.

"It's just addiction transference." He confirms what your suspicions had been for weeks now. And Spencer isn't stupid, he knows he needs to hold himself accountable, and you're thankful he is, or this conversation could've take a far more drastic turn.

You watch as his face falls and he buries his head in his hands. Your angry resolve begins to crumble, and the love you have for him reblossoms within you, washing away any other feeling. Walking over to him, you place an unsure hand on his back to try and bring him some comfort.

"It's okay." You whisper, rubbing circles on his back. With a sigh, he looks back up to you. His soft, caring eyes look into yours and you finally recognize him. This is your Spencer.

"How could I not have seen this? It's plain as day and I let myself fall into another addiction. I was doing so good while you were here and then-" He cuts himself off abruptly, as if he said something he hadn't wanted to.

"And then what Spencer?" You push him for an answer, desperately needing to know what he was going to say.

"And then you left and I felt so alone." He admits and you can almost feel your heart stop beating in your chest.

He stands back to his full height, towering over you. Your blood runs hot in your veins as you stare into Spencer's eyes, searching for an answer.

"I know I've been a really bad friend lately but, do you think we could go back to how we were?" His voice is tender and vulnerable. Your mind was already made up the second the question left his lips.

"Of course, that's what friends are for." You say, despising having to describe yourselves as friends.

But at least you have your Spencer back.

- - - - -

"Come in!" Spencer's voice carries through the door and you let yourself into his apartment.

The past two weeks have been good, albeit a little rocky between the two of you. Spencer had stopped picking up women after a few failed attempts at stopping, but you can tell that his mind is itching for another fixation.

You step into his apartment and close the door behind you, seeing Spencer already on the couch, movie ready to play. He had let you pick out the movie this time, which is a rare occurrence but you didn't question it.

Sitting beside him, you relish in the familiar smell of the blankets. One of your demands is that he wash all of them before tonight, and he happily agreed. With a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table in front of you, you snuggle underneath your blanket and watch the movie, but you can almost guarantee that you'll fall asleep before the end.

The movie is about halfway over when Spencer spills his drink on his blanket. He balled it up and threw it in the washer to deal with later, and as he resumed his spot on the couch, you offered half of your blanket.

Scooting closer, you gave him a generous share of your blanket, and you don't miss the way his hand rests on your knee. Suddenly your attention is no longer on the movie.

He keeps his hand on your knee, until he slides it up your thigh. Breath catches in your throat and you glance at him from the corner of your eye. He's still watching the movie, he probably doesn't even realize what he's done.

Spencer's thumb lazily draws shapes on your skin, causing you to shiver. He must've noticed, because you can swear a grin spreads across his face. His hand dares to go a little higher, and this time you're able to find your voice.

"What are you doing?" You keep your voice soft. Spencer doesn't miss a beat, and he licks his lips before answering.

"I'm just watching the movie." He answers with faux innocence. Not buying his explanation, you cock an eyebrow.

"Spencer." You say, urging him to tell the truth. A part of you is worried that he's unable to help himself and is just trying to satiate his need for satisfaction.

"I'm not allowed to love on my friend?" His voice is raspy, eyes dark in the dim light.

"You can, I just, you never do this to me." You stumble over your words, the feeling of his warm hand on your skin making your brain short circuit.

Without another word, he pulls you closer to him. Your shoulders are touching, faces inches apart. With this proximity, you're sure he can hear your heartbeat.

"It's nice having you here. It doesn't feel right when you leave, it feels empty." He whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His fingertips graze your neck and you shudder.

"I miss being here all the time with you." You admit, feeling particularly vulnerable. The way he looks at you is almost enough to make you melt.

"Then stay." He says, hand coming up your arm and resting on your cheek.

"What are you doing?" You ask again, brain foggy from his touch.

"You want to know something?" He keeps his voice deep, and you nod silently.

"All of those women had one thing in common." He says and almost causes you to retract from his hold. But he follows up quickly, sensing your aversion to the topic.

"They all looked like you. But, none of them could ever begin to compare. I was searching for you in each one of them but came up short each time." You're breathless with his confession, and you allow your hands to reach up and rest on his shoulders, begging him to stay close.

"Why didn't you tell me?" You ask, keenly aware that your noses are almost touching. Spencer's eyes flick from your eyes to your lips,

"Because I didn't want to lose you. I couldn't live without you in my life, and if you didn't feel the same way then our friendship would've been in disrepair." He says and it's ridiculous to you, the thought that you didn't feel the same.

"I watched you with those other women and wished it was me. I wished you would've said yes to me, not them." You come clean, one hand trailing up to the side of Spencer's neck. This time it's his turn to shiver.

"Having you would be like having a piece of heaven." He says, and before you know it, his lips are on yours.

The two of you are warm from the blanket and from burning desire. His hand keeps you close and you grab onto the front of his shirt. Spencer kisses you with a hot need, his lips desperate to know yours intimately.

One of your hands releases his shirt and tangles in his curly hair. The brown curls still as soft as you remember.

Spencer's lips leave yours and start placing wet kisses on your cheek, to your jaw, before landing on your neck. You gasp with pleasure, eyes fluttering shut.

"Just like heaven." He mutters against your skin before finding your lips again.

When he pulls away, you can feel your swollen, wet lips and your warm cheeks. Spencer looks equally as flustered, but it's the most alluring thing you've ever seen.

Resting his forehead against yours, he takes your hands into his own. This time they're free of tremors, they're warm and inviting.

"This is me saying yes to you, if you'll have me. I've realized that nothing, and nobody, will ever be able to satisfy my heart the way you do." He states, pulling back to watch your reaction.

Squeezing his hands, you nod,

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for you. I've had my eye on you since day one." You admit, leaning in for another kiss.

Spencer wraps his arms around your waist, keeping you pressed flush against him. Your fingers find their way into his curly, and now disheveled hair, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

The feeling of his lips on your skin is indescribable, each kiss lights your love on fire.

- - - - -

Morning rolls around, sunshine breaking through the curtain in Spencer's bedroom. You roll over to face him, eyes heavy with sleep and love.

Your eyes are met with his, and as you take in his beauty you think you can see the hollowness in his eyes begin to fade. A small smile finds its way to your face as you reach out and run your thumb over his cheekbone.

"What are you smiling about?" He asks with a grin on his own face.

"Nothing, I'm just proud of how far you've come." You say, gingerly caressing his face. He hums with contentment, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

"I'd be nowhere without you." You can feel the authenticity in his words, and you know he never had to thank you for anything. You bury you head into Spencer's chest and take in his warmth, appreciating the moment with him.

Being held in his arms, you know that you would do everything over again and again if it meant that Spencer found a piece of himself again, that he's been able to heal from the damage Tobias inflicted upon him. You told him you'd be there for him every step of the way, and those words have never been more true.

You're glad you kept your eye on Spencer Reid.

[keksflunsch]

Ah, another old picture x'D Gosh, I might need to redo that one. I lost my file somewhere inbetween and the quality is low as hell because of that.

BUT this is also the cover of the Oneshot I wrote about Warden Ingo returning to Modern Nimbasa.

If you are interested, here is the link to the english version:

And the german version:

[yenalogyy]

All’s Fair In Love

A student was found groaning on the ground, having just fallen victim to a prank pulled by one of his peers. He collapsed after dodging what appeared to be a baseball hurled down the hall, which struck him in the face.

His friend, who was beside him, approached and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. It's nothing," he replied as he slowly rose from his fall. Meanwhile, the individual responsible for his mishap was seen laughing, peering from near the stairs.

"Rei-ah, don't you think you're taking your pranks too far on him?"

"He deserves it. I suggest you also keep your distance from him, Kazuha, for your own good."

She then left, as Kazuha scoffed at the bully's behavior towards her friend.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Kazuha asked, concern evident in her voice as she took a good look at him.

"I'm alright, Kazuha. But are you okay? She just threatened you," Y/N replied, feeling apologetic for the trouble caused.

“She didn’t mean anything by that threat. We’ve been friends since we were children, so I’m sure she’s just saying things. But I don’t understand why she’s acting like this towards you…”

“I guess I did something earlier for her to pull this prank on me.”

“Aren’t you mad? I can tell her off for you if you want me to.”

“No, you don’t have to do that. I wouldn’t want your long friendship with her to be ruined just because of me.”

“But doesn’t it- oh no.” Kazuha took his right hand after noticing blood dripping, possibly from a scar due to the fall.

“Let’s get you to the nurse’s office,” she said, holding his hand firmly and leading him towards the infirmary. Other students couldn’t help but stare in envy, with some even gritting their teeth or biting their thumbs. Y/N couldn’t help but let out a small grin, feeling as if he was the luckiest student, forgetting the whole ordeal that had occurred.

“Excuse me,” Kazuha called out, but there was no answer.

“Looks like the nurse isn’t here. Sit down, let me stitch you up.”

He sat in the chair in the middle of the room, as Kazuha rummaged through the cabinet.

“Zuha-ya, you know you don’t have to do this, right? I can do it on my own.”

“It’s my fault that you ended up like this, Y/N. If only I were more straightforward in telling her to stop.”

“I’m telling you it’s okay, Kazuha. Really.”

Kazuha had her head hung low, while dripping a small amount of alcohol onto a piece of cotton.

“Zuha-ya. Are you-“ He looked at her with teary eyes before wiping her tears away.

“Ya, don’t be like this, Zuha-ya.” He helped her wipe her eyes.

“Let’s talk about something else. Oh, Valentine’s is coming up.”

“That’s right,” she said as she applied pressure to the bleeding area to stop the bleeding.

“And I’ve been taking classes.”

“Classes? What do you mean?”

“A chocolate making class. The local bakery near my place opened up a short class specifically on making chocolates.”

“Does that mean-“

“Yup. I won’t say who though,” she giggled. He let out a small chuckle, feeling a bit down that she might have someone she was interested in.

“I hope he’ll like the chocolate I make. I’m gonna put my heart into it.”

“I’ll be cheering for you then,” he replied, as Kazuha put the finishing touches on his bandage.

“Thank you, Kazuha. Tell you the truth, I've actually known her longer than I have known you.”

Her eyes widened, shocked at the fact.

“Really?”

__________

"Ain’t this nice. Greeted by a fellow rival on my way home," Rei muttered to herself.

Caught up in a conflict with students from a rival school, Rei found herself outnumbered and outmatched. The altercation escalated quickly, and as tension mounted, Y/N happened to pass by the area and noticed the brewing confrontation.

“I’m fine. Just leave,” Rei snapped, her pride initially resisting Y/N's intervention.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” He replied calmly, refusing to back down.

Grateful yet prideful, Rei hesitated but eventually accepted his assistance as a means to escape the confrontation unscathed.

After reasoning with the confronting students, they eventually dispersed without further trouble. The presence of a nearby police station and the outnumbered situation worked in their favor, discouraging any further aggression.

As Rei prepared to leave, he noticed the injuries left by the altercation and took her by the hand, leading her to a nearby convenience store. Rei attempted to break free from his hold but found herself unable to resist. She watched him closely, intrigued by his unexpected kindness.

“Stay still,” he instructed gently, applying band-aids to her hand and cheek.

“Thanks… I guess. I’ll be on my way then,” Rei mumbled, feeling a mix of gratitude and confusion.

"Are you sure? What if they come back for more?" He asked, genuine concern evident in his voice.

“My place is just around the corner. I’ll be fine,” Rei assured him, grateful for his concern.

Despite their brief interaction, Rei never learned his name or much about him. However, the encounter left a lasting impression on her, sparking a curiosity and admiration for the mysterious student who came to her aid.

__________

“That’s the whole story. I haven’t talked to her since then, and once I did, well… you know how it is from that point on. Would’ve never guessed that she’d be the violent type. But I suppose I might’ve done something for her to be like this.”

She stood still, looking far out of the window, pondering to herself.

“What is it, Zuha-ya?”

“It’s nothing.” She chuckled. “Your story just reminded me of how we first talked to each other before.

“Yeah… can we not talk about that, please?”

“Oh, so you’re saying it was an unpleasant first meeting?” She scoffed.

“No no no, it’s not like that, it was just embarrassing for me, you know?”

“I’m joking~. Besides, I find it cute actually. I remembered you asking me whether I mind sharing a book with you or not, but as it turns out…”

“But you’re actually happy, right? The fact that I was trying to make a move on you?”

“Wha-? Oh, trying to get back at me for teasing you is it? Let me take off the bandages I put on you.”

He immediately pulled his hand away from her reach, as the two giggled at their first interaction.

“Looks like you’re all good to go. If you’ll excuse me, I will go and have a word with Rei first.”

“Wait, Zuha. Promise me you won’t be so hard on her?”

“I wouldn’t.” She let out a weak smile, before going out the door.

And in a flash, Valentine’s day had arrived.

_________

A/N: Which ending do you guys prefer? Kazuha’s, or Rei’s ending?

[linkemon]

You're in the wind, I'm in the water (Dan Heng x Reader)

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ᴅᴀɴ ꜰᴇɴɢ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ, ᴅᴀɴ ʜᴇɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴡɪɴᴅ. ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴡɪɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀꜰᴀᴄᴇ, ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛꜱ ᴏᴡɴ ʀᴇꜰʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴅᴀɴ ʜᴇɴɢ ᴡʜᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴊᴇᴄᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ɪɴᴄᴀʀɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴀꜱ [ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ].

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:

ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛꜱ ɪɴ xɪᴀɴᴢʜᴏᴜ ʟᴜᴏꜰᴜ.

ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ɪɴ ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ. ɪ ᴛʀʏ ᴍʏ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴘꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇᴅ.

Dan Heng felt as if the last few days had passed like a kaleidoscope. A colourful mirage of emotions he didn't want to feel. Events that took all his strength out of him. Memories that weren't his and yet they haunted him like the ghosts of the elders in the Scalegorge Waterscape. 

Only now, sitting by one of the waterfalls, did he get the impression that he finally had a moment of peace, torn away by the clawed claws of an evil fate. The quiet sound of the water was nothing like the voices of the soldiers who had encountered the mara a few days ago. 

It took him a long time to realize a simple fact — he chose a place where HE would come. A typical source of water from which he could draw strength. He smiled bitterly and turned his back. There was no point in running away from here. Even if the beauty surrounding him suddenly turned ugly, leaving an unpleasant aftertaste. 

His stay in Xianzhou Luofu turned his life upside down. The past had long legs. He ran as hard as he could but in the end it was faster. It caught him in a place he didn't want to return to. He wished that the wind playing in the branches of the twisted trees would blow away all thoughts from his head. Especially the one he had doubts about. 

[Reader]. She flooded his mind like a wave. He rejected his past. He drew a line between himself and Dan Feng. The title of Imbibitor Lunae was no longer his. He was sure Bailu would do just fine. She kept Luofu safe. He left all the residents in good hands. He told everyone his name was Dan Heng. Many still saw him as a previous incarnation. And even though it hurt like old wounds, he rejected their opinions. The express crew were his family and they didn't care about the sins of who he once was. Only their opinion mattered. At least that's what he thought.

Jing Yuan, although he wasn't like Blade, stuck to his previous name quite stubbornly. At least he was aware that the general was doing it out of habit, not out of pure hatred. Something he couldn't say about the old Yingxing. [Reader] was neither of them. She called him Dan Heng from the very beginning. Sometimes he wondered if they met after all of this, if she would still hold on to it. If she hadn't stood next to Sushang that day and met him first as an archivist, would she still have had reservations? Although he wasn't Dan Feng in her mouth, he was Dan Feng in her eyes. He had seen it in every conversation they had ever had since the truth came out and she managed to recognize him. 

Her eyes traced the pointy ears and followed the emerald horns even when they weren't there. She involuntarily talked about the things that Dan Feng loved. She recalled the times when he was still next to her, becoming embarrassed rather quickly when she realized what she was doing. He would interrupt anyone else who was doing it. This double standard only existed with her and it was eating him from the inside. 

Dan Heng bit his lip. He was like a gust that sometimes met the water. He rushed over the surface and saw his reflection but he was not a lake. What a strange feeling it was to be and not be loved at the same time. [Reader] loved his reflection. He could show it for a short while for her but no matter what he did, he couldn't become water because he was wind. 

It wasn't that he wanted to become Dan Feng. He hated his previous incarnation. Who he was and what he did. His predecessor followed him step by step, reminding him of himself and not letting him be who he wanted. But why did [Reader] have to be in love with him? In that hidden part of himself that he never wanted to become. 

This love was like a sea current. The swift current seemed to carry him away without any hope. And maybe because it resembled water, he wondered if it was his feelings, or maybe the remnants of the attachment of a former self that he had tried so hard to let go of. After all, they had known each other for such a short time, and he, as he deeply wanted to believe, was not a man who would give his feelings to anyone he came across. On the other hand, March immediately noticed that he was in love and said it was obvious. So maybe it was him after all? 

Dan Heng from [Reader] didn't sound like Dan Feng. Even if it was hiding behind it. Maybe he could pretend to be like him? He turned back towards the waterfall and looked at his reflection. Ripples in the water obscured his vision.

He wouldn't. He didn't want to be him. Never. Even for her. 

So maybe she could pretend? After all, he looked similar and had a fraction of his former power... 

He shook his head. Not at this price. Neither of them would be happy. 

At least he had memories. Even if they weren't his. Glimmers of light amidst the dark void of forgotten days. Sometimes they came back involuntarily. He hated the echo of Dan Feng's laughter, even though he felt like the joy was his own, but he loved [Reader's] laughter. Her silhouette looming somewhere under his eyelids. The same one that came back to him when they sat on the stairs after sunset after a hard day's work. The warmth of her lips, once so close, now within reach but at the same time eons away. How easy it was to lose himself in this old reality that was not his own. In that which interspersed his nightmares with sweet peace.

But these were stories of bygone days from several hundred years ago and he had to constantly remind himself that they did not belong to him. 

The sound of familiar footsteps sounded on the path. The wind brought the sound of trampled leaves. He didn't need to turn around to know who was standing there. Of course she figured out where to look for him. This was the place HE would came to. 

— Dan Feng. 

This was the first time something like this had happened. Until now, she had always been careful not to use his pre-reincarnation name. 

Maybe it was the sight of him surrounded by a familiar waterfall. Or one of the memories gnawed by the teeth of time, which now came to life in her eyes. He couldn't find it among the dark depths of his memory. If it existed, it belonged only to her. It was probably even better that way. This made "Dan Heng, not Dan Feng " easier to leave his mouth.

He wasn't ready for the regret that appeared on [Reader's] face. Nor for a tear that gathered in the corner of the eye, only to quickly disappear under a hard-blinking eyelid in confusion. However, he did not expect the feelings that spread around his heart even more. Jealousy, sadness and nostalgia of days gone by. He never found out if they really belonged to him. They were floating somewhere on the transparent surface of water, touched by the gust of wind.

[kykyonthemoon]

Once upon a time, there was a jasmine garden in Elysium.

Once upon a time in Elysium, there was a garden, two hearts, and one life.

This story sets in an alternative universe.

ಇ. Zayne x MC (Female Reader)

ಇ. Warnings and tags: major character death, angst, hurt, emotional hurt, a little comfort, mental and health issues, childhood friends

ಇ. Word count: 3k

ಇ. Masterlist

ಇ. Request

ಇ. See the end of this post for author's notes.

She was sent to Elysium from a very young age.

It was a special place, for special children like her. She was unwell, and she was aware of it. She was concerned before being brought here, but she later felt fortunate because not every ill child could afford the luxury to stay in such a wonderful place.

There, she received treatment for her heart disease. She made a second home, where medical experts attended to her with great care and tenderness. She made friends, not many, and most were just short and intermittent periods of time before they were taken out of the gate and disappeared forever. Still, she had a vast garden with grass reaching to the horizon and plenty of vibrant blossoms for companionship.

Then, some time after arriving at Elysium, another friend came to stay in room number ten next to hers.

With cautiousness she opened her chamber door a little. Through a tiny crevice, she caught a glimpse of a towering lad who appeared to be a few years older than her. He dressed discreetly and in many layers despite the fact that the weather had gradually turned to summer. His pale face revealed both panic and restraint not to let it overwhelm him. His fists clenched over the handle of his suitcase, and she could see little snow-white particles presenting on those hands.

The man who accompanied him was a familiar doctor. She had seen him come here a few times but had never spoken to him. She heard something unclear in the exchange between him and the chief nurse. Her attention was drawn to the peculiar kid who would become her peer in the next room. At last, as if he sensed her keen interest from a distance, he lifted his head slightly. And then, his eyes found hers.

The friend in room number ten was extremely quiet. He did not sit and eat with the other children, instead sat alone in silence at the corner with the least amount of sunshine and the fewest number of people. He did not participate in daily activities like the rest. Most of the time he locked himself in his room, or perhaps was confined there. He did not converse with anyone other than the special nurses who were solely responsible for his care. Occasionally, the doctor, who was also his father, paid him a visit. But he frequently departed looking incredibly haggard, with little cuts on his hands or face.

Sometimes, the boy's room grew cold so unnaturally.

It was in the middle of the night, while sleeping soundly on her soft bed, surrounded by the warmth of freshly laundered blankets and her beloved plushies, she was suddenly awakened by the noises echoing from the other side of the wall. She was startled awake by noises echoing from the other side of the wall. She heard clanking and yelling, but they appeared to be muffled by something. Then, ice began to coat the wall that separated room number nine and ten.

She got up. Bare feet met the ground, freezing. When she opened the door to step out, a group of night nurses raced into the adjacent room. The door opened. The scene within had frozen her.

That child was encased in a thick sheet of ice that extended from his palm, forming a cocoon around his writhing body on the ground. A nurse had to use her fire Evol to shatter the ice before two others dragged him out. On his chest was an ice blossom that resembled crystal. It damaged him, and she saw only the anguish he was experiencing.

“Go back to your room.” Someone chased her away. Before the door to room number ten closed, she vaguely saw the nurses pinning him down on the hospital bed, with his wrists and ankles bound securely.

He did not show up the following day, or the day after that. Her room was no longer frigid, but every time she lay down on the bed, she wondered how he was doing. Was he still in pain? Was he still cold? Was he lonely?

She got up again. She grabbed the little white and red snowman plushie in her hand, then walked out. It was midnight. She knocked on the door of room number ten.

There was no response. She knocked again. Then again. There was a gentle noise within, letting her know that the boy was still present. But he did not open the door or answer. She placed the snowman in the aisle and murmured:

“I'll give you this plushie. If it hurts too much, just hug it, okay? Warm Snowman will help you overcome the pain and cold.”

After that, she dashed back to her room. She kept the door open, at times peeping out to check if he had accepted the gift. A long time later, when her legs started to get weary and her eyelids heavy, she caught the door to the adjacent room open. A pale arm grabbed Warm Snowman and brought him inside.

She grinned with delight. That night, she had quite a good sleep.

One day, she caught him in a corner of the garden, where a lot of jasmine bloomed. He sat on the grass, gently reaching out to touch a branch. As soon as he saw its green hue covered by a thin layer of ice, he quickly withdrew his fingers.

That was when she decided to come forward and start a conversation.

"Hello there." She spoke a few words to introduce herself. He simply sat and listened, without commenting. The longer he remained silent, the more determined she became to get him to speak. "Do you like jasmine?"

He nodded. For some reason, he always felt attracted to those pure white flowers.

“I planted them.” She said with a look of pride that she could not hide on her face. “Since I first came here, I have helped the gardener cultivate a lot of flowers. I'm the best gardener here, they say.”

She laughed. He merely glanced at her, his face showing a little surprise.

“Hmm… May I ask the reason why you're staying here?” She could not suppress her curiosity any longer.

He glanced down at his hands, then quickly concealed them in the pocket of his thick coat.

“Let me guess…” Even if he did not say it, she had a general idea what was going on with him. “Is your illness related to the ice Evol?”

He nodded slightly.

“Hmmm… Then I don't know how to help you. I have a heart disease..." She pointed to where her heart was beating. “There's something in here… It makes me unwell…”

Both were silent for a long while. There were melodies from the birds in the dew-still morning garden. Finally, he spoke to her for the first time:

“Do you… wish to get better?”

“Hmm?” She tilted her head slightly. “What a strange question! Of course, nobody wants to be sick... It would be great if we could live healthy and happy for the rest of our lives..."

"…Understood." He whispered. The tranquility of the garden was broken by the nurse's call to him. Before departing, he gazed back at her and said:

“My name… is Zayne.”

Since then, she became a friend of Zayne’s. The two often ran out to play in the garden, where they handily assisted the gardener in caring for the plants. Zayne had opened up more, at least to her. Soon, summer came, bringing with it an abundance of wildflowers that blanketed the plains around Elysium's garden. They both sat there enjoying the brisk air.

She made him a wreath from plants and flowers, said:

“Zayne, please lower your head a bit.”

Even when seated, he appeared considerably larger than her. Zayne bended slightly so she could lay a colorful garland on his jet black hair. He stated:

“Flowers each have their own meaning. Do you know?"

Daisies represented friendship, simple delight, and good wishes.

Queen Anne's Laces represented calm and sanctuary.

Jasmine represented pure and devoted love.

Zayne weaved her one out of solely white jasmine. He put it on her hair. The afternoon wind carried the fragrance of flowers and grass. He shared with her his future plan:

“In the future, I will become a doctor.”

“Like your father?”

"No." Zayne halted for some time before continuing. “I will be better than that. I will be able to cure other people's ailments... To cure yours."

“What about you? Zayne is also unwell, right?” She persisted in her naïve inquiry.

Zayne glanced at her, the corners of his lips curled slightly. She realized he was smiling.

"You come first."

At last, Zayne's wish came true. Even if it separated him from her for a considerable amount of time.

Room number ten had been vacant since Zayne's departure. He passed through the grand gate of Elysium, and like every other friend who had left before, she was afraid he too, would not come back.

Ever since she met him, she started to fear staying here all alone. Forever.

Even though he lived so far away, he sent her flowers every week. Every time the gardener came to see her, she always brought a bouquet of fresh flowers and announced so loudly: "Flowers for the young lady in room number nine!" which made the girl giggle a lot. She created new garlands from his gifts. She knew all too well that he was trying his best, to become the best, so he could heal her; yet, she hoped he would first cure himself.

Many years had passed, and when they met again, he was Doctor Zayne from Akso Hospital.

He was considerably taller than she had imagined a boy would be. But she would recognize him immediately no matter where he was or what the circumstances were. She would recognize the brilliant eyes but always glanced down in such a humble manner. She would recognize the scarred hand that she once held dearly like it was a life of her own every time his Evol got out of control. She would realize that his eyes always searched for her the moment he entered the room; and then when he found her, the corners of his lips would expand into a delicate grin.

He accompanied her on another stroll around the Elysium campus, stopping to admire the jasmine bushes and greet the gardener. He sat calmly, listening to her fascinating stories about the other patients here after he had left. She remembered each and every one of them, since after many years of calling this place home, she had learnt how to care for ill children like herself. And she told him, how much she was missing the friend in room number ten!

As the day gradually ended, Zayne held out a bag of jasmine seeds in front of her. He said:

“This is for you. Please help me plant a lot in the garden, okay? When you completely recover from your illness, they will bloom in time to congratulate you."

"Yes. I'll plant— Oh wait..." She came to a quick halt as she realized what Zayne was implying. “You said, when I completely recover?”

Zayne smiled. He looked much fresher than she could remember.

“Yes. You shall be cured. I have found a method for your condition.”

She was so ecstatic that she nearly sprang up and spilled the seeds.

On the day of her operation, Zayne clutched her hand tightly outside the operating room. He reassured her:

“You will be okay. You will recover. Once you're healed, live well like the way you've always wanted, okay?"

She felt no fear at all, since his warm touch had always kept her safe.

“When I get better,” she said. “I want to weave a wreath with Zayne. I want to get out of here and start a new life… Zayne… Do you wish to come with me?”

Zayne did not respond right away, instead staring at her in silence for a while. So long. With tenderness he bent down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

“When you wake up, I will always be here waiting for you.”

She awoke in a modest, familiar room. A tap on the door outside , and a few seconds later, the gardener's face appeared.

“Flowers for the young lady in room nine.”

She smiled and took the bouquet of fresh flowers from her hands. The jasmine flowers welcomed her with a fragrant hug.

“Are they from the seeds I planted?”

"They are." The gardener spoke while sitting in a neighboring chair. “But how are you feeling now?”

“Much better. Tomorrow I can leave Elysium right away! But… have you seen Zayne?”

“Zayne?” The gardener's expression conveyed astonishment and dismay. The girl asked again:

"Yes. Zayne? I haven't seen him since after the surgery."

“They haven't told you anything, have they?”

The gardener's concerned demeanor scared her. “What happened to him?”

The gardener remained silent for a minute, as if she was deciding which words she should say to the girl.

“Zayne… is gone. He is no longer here.”

“No longer in Elysium? Where did he go? If I travel to Akso Hospital, can I see him again?”

The gardener swiftly grasped her hand. Her voice was quiet and tearful:

“They hid it from you, poor girl. But since you're better now, maybe I should tell you the truth, so you can move on with your life..."

Zayne never returned to Elysium.

He was dead.

After finishing his studies and becoming the youngest Chief of the Cardiology Department at Akso Hospital, Zayne threw himself into researching ways to treat special hearts such as the one in her chest. Since her protocore contained too much power, it drained her heart and damaged her health. For a long time, there was no cure for this kind of ailment. Being transferred to Elysium was simply an attempt for her to spend her very last days in peace.

Zayne did everything to save her. He succeeded. But the price was too great, for both the girl and him.

After years of traveling around the world searching for a cure for her,he overlooked his own issue. When he realized the consequences, it was a little too late. Zayne accepted everything and had it all planned out well in advance, before his time came.

One day, they discovered him collapsed over his desk. The body, frozen. Icy. The warmth was drained by the ice flower blooming in the middle of his chest. In his hand still a bag of seeds with her name on.

After many years of research, he had found a way to cure her and it was also his will.

He never returned to Elysium. Yet his heart did. It was pounding in her chest, reminding her of all the good old days spent with him, telling her that he forever stayed. With her.

Nobody knew how she got over this loss, only that she lingered in room ten for several days. Zayne had never come back. She never saw him again. The days leading up to her operation were a dream. An illusion. Had she gone mad? Yet everything seemed so real! His voice, his warm embrace, his steady hand and his tender kiss… Why did everyone tell her it was not real? He was no longer real?

Perhaps; him, this room, the jasmine garden, and Elysium, they all existed only in her head.

“Poor girl, stop wasting your time here. Zayne gave you his heart so you might begin a new life, but you instead chose to slowly let it die here?”

The gardener's words echoed in the empty room, jolting her awake from her unending nightmares. She was hurt, severely, as if someone had carved a large hole in her chest that could not be filled. Yet they also put in that Zayne's strong heart, it helped her regain control of her power, it gave her another reason to live on.

“I'm sorry… I just… I just don't want to leave the place where he once existed…”

Elysium was a place filled with memories of her and Zayne. She wished not to step out of that gate. She wished not to start a new life without him.

She made her own decision. She would fulfill Zayne's wish, as well as hers.

Many physicians concluded that, while her body had recovered, her mind was still not stable. Others saw her as insane. Perhaps so; she would embrace the notion that she was insane, if it meant she could find him in all the things she did day by day in this place.

She saw him in the early morning, when she was the only one awake in Elysium, bare feet gliding across the grass to the jasmine garden and realized how long he had been there. She saw him standing in the middle of a group of children holding hands, forming a bustling circle of laughter. She saw him in every wreath of wildflowers she weaved, every plushie she placed in front of the children's rooms. She saw him sharing a nice cup of afternoon tea with the gardener. She saw him, in every breath she drew.

Room number ten greeted a new patient, a boy quite similar to him from the past. She was no longer in room number nine but had transferred to the staff area. She was then a trainee nurse and gardener. The children treated her with tremendous fondness. She was in charge of both children in rooms nine and ten. One day, she caught the girl in room number nine saying this to the boy in the adjacent room:

“If you're in pain, hold onto this snowman, okay? My nurse gave this plushie to me. She said that if I hugged it, I would feel less pain."

Her eyes stung as she watched the two children holding hands, walking back to their rooms. Perhaps she caught Zayne's familiar figure walking right beside them. Then, with a turn of his head, he sent his warm smile at her.

Author's notes:

The original plot of this story came to me after getting the flower wreath from Zayne's Promise. It was a soft romance between a young master and his little gardener. Somehow, it turned out to be the story you've just read.

Elysium is a place related closely to Akso Hospital. It's where patients with special cases (mostly untreatable) are sent to so that they can leave this world in peace. Elysium sounds a lot like "asylum", which was also my first intention to make the fic darker. But I like the way it turned out to be.

Since Foreseer myths mentions countless of jasmine blooms represents countless lives of Zayne and MC, it would be nice to consider this "Elysium" life to be one of those too.

Was this real, or was this all in MC's head? I shall leave it to my dear readers to decide.

Thank you so much for your support <3

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Yujin's Wake Up Call

Author: This is a simple short story nothing too special and something that came to my mind that I want to write. If you want to see more of my stories check out my Masterlist.

Author's POV

It was another busy day at Starship, the IVE girls recently returned from their world tour and they were indeed exhausted after travelling the world for the past several months.

Yujin especially was tired along with the girls but she was disheartened when she heard that they would be visiting a patient with cancer as part of the wish foundation.

"Can you girls go for me? I'm too tired," Yujin asked and Gaeul rolled her eyes.

"Are you serious, Yujin? I get that you're tired from travelling the world but our manager says will be getting a whole month break afterward and we can do whatever we want from there," Gaeul pointed out and Yujin groaned.

"Yeah, and also our fans mean alot to us, and what about you?" Rei asked and Yujin scoffed.

"What are you on about? I'm only being nice because I have to and I hate that I have to be fake!" Yujin complained and Gaeul shook her head in disappointment.

Sadly, Yujin can be lazy at times, she'd be often caught slacking in dance practices when off camera, and you can bet every dollar that she tried every excuse you could think of to get out of her work.

This would annoy her members especially Gaeul and they'd always be fighting and arguing with one another.

"Yujin, do not start this shit again... We've been over this how many God damn times already?! When are you ever going to change?!" Gaeul angrily asked and Yujin rolled her eyes.

"When management doesn't constantly make us work to death," She answered spitefully.

"Well, if you do not behave, Ms. An Yujin, you will be one sorry woman, do you hear me?" Gaeul coldly warned but Yujin shrugged it off.

Because of how she always tends to act, the crew and management, and even her own members don't like nor respect her, but she doesn't seem to care.

Yujin also tends to have bad habits of drinking and smoking too much and Gaeul always catches her vaping when she's not supposed to.

Wonyoung and Yujin's friendship began deteriorating as she was fed up with her antics and was disheartened to see her friend changing for the worse.

One quiet night, Yujin snuck out of the dorm without waking up the girls and sat on a bench to smoke and drink.

It was quite foggy and there were hardly any noises to be heard besides the slight sounds of the breeze which was perfect for her.

"Perfect. No one to bother me," Yujin muttered as she takes a sip of soju.

"Excuse me," She heard a feminine voice asked and she turned to see a unfamiliar woman.

Yujin jumped in surprise as she didn't notice the woman approaching her.

"W-what do you want?" She nervously asked.

"Oh, sorry for startling you, it's quite a foggy night is it?" She kindly asked.

"I guess you can say that..." Yujin muttered to her and took a puff from her pod.

"Shouldn't idols be limiting how much they drink and smoke?" The woman asked as she sat down next to her.

"Why is it your business?" She snarled and the woman frowned.

Seeing Yujin's attitude, the woman just stared at her intently and then gave her a cold demeanor.

"I'll tell you why you're here... It's because you're lazy, useless, and a pathetic excuse of an idol," The woman coldly said and Yujin was taken aback.

"Who the fuck are you to judge me?! I can't help but get overwhelmed sometimes! Maybe if you were an idol then you'd understand!" Yujin retorts and the woman shook her head.

"Tsk. Overwhelmed? Only because you just have to visit a special patient? Is that your only excuse? As someone who has a chronic heart condition, you disgust me," The woman angrily replied and Yujin was now lost for words trying to come up with the words.

"I-" She was about to say but was cut off.

"Shut it! Did you know I was once an idol like you? I couldn't practice or sing on some days but I still give it my all! Unlike you, who has a management who at least cares for you and would get you the help you need... My management never cared for me, if they don't see me as efficient... Poof, they will simply get rid of me like I'm sort of a piece of garbage meant to be disposed of," The woman explained her story and Yujin gulped in fear.

"Every day I have to work through excruciating pain! The only person who ever cared for me was the custodian who works here, and I have to keep working no matter what just to survive, and here I see a spoiled rotten you always coming up with excuses just to get out of work! You leave me speechless... Do you have any idea how lucky you are?" The woman coldly asked with a tear shedding from her eye and Yujin tried to shrug off the feeling of guilt but no matter how hard she tried... It lingered inside of her but she refused to show it.

"There are many other idols left forgotten in the winds of time and talents wasted, they would give anything to be in your position yet you couldn't care less... It's pitiful," She finished and Yujin was boiling deep inside.

"And who the hell are you?!" Yujin asked her and the woman grinned.

"Consider me your wake up call, An Yujin, I hope one day you realize the error of your ways... Goodnight," The woman bid goodbye and got up from the bench.

Yujin watched as the mysterious woman walked into the fog and vanished out of sight.

After that, Yujin was left angry and confused, she wondered who the woman was as she had never met or heard of her. She quickly concludes her drinking and smoking session and goes back inside the building.

When she got into the corridor she finds the janitor Jake sweep mopping the floor.

"Hey, Jake!" Yujin called out and he paused.

"Yes?" Jake replied and Yujin sighs.

"Do you happen to know a woman who was an idol here? She claims to have a heart condition but... I don't know she's making it up or not to trick me into making me feel bad," She asked and Jake frowned before looking down.

Jake goes into his pocket pulling out a picture of the very same woman that Yujin encountered earlier and her eyes widened in surprise.

"Is this the woman you're referring to?" Jake asked as he showed the photo.

"Y-yes, that's her alright, who is she?" She curiously asked and he deeply sighed.

"Her name is Jennifer Jung, she was once a trainee here, she was also the sister of Jessica and Krystal Jung, but she had a severe and chronic heart condition... I tried my best to help her when management wasn't looking but it wasn't enough, she perished five months into her training," He explained the story and sighed once more.

Yujin froze in terror and shivers were sent down her spine as she could hardly believe that she was talking to the spirit of Jennifer this whole time.

She didn't know what to make of it but Jake didn't see her as a crazy person and he already figured she saw Jennifer. Yujin returns to her dorm and Jake continues his janitorial duties.

After that night, Yujin was a changed woman much to everyone's surprise, she eventually quit smoking and stopped drinking as much, although she mostly kept to herself, she stopped complaining and followed their schedules.

Yujin and the girls visited the hospital patient without issues or trouble much to management's delight and they were happy they were able to deliver someone's last dying wish.

Sometimes Yujin felt the urge to return to her old habits but refused and kept going no matter what. Yujin would never forget that encounter that night.

She never saw Jennifer again but on some foggy nights, she felt her presence was near but never again would she take anything for granted.

[czennieszn]

the magic of christmastime | l. castellan ❆

part 2: we're like snow on the beach

child of aphrodite reader (Y/N) x luke castellan (fluff, angst)

It's snowing in Camp Half-Blood, the morning you and Luke are going to NYC. Like the snow that settles on the beach of camp, you two are so extremely different. Yet when paired together, it feels unreal yet so perfect at the same time. Yet will that perfectness last forever? You think to yourself, as Silena Beaurguard's unusual warning keeps nagging at the back of your mind.

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You knew life was going smoothly when you had woken up after a night with no nightmares. Zero. Ziltcha. Nada. You were eternally grateful for the lack of dreams because the last thing that you needed was a looming shadow of a thought plaguing your mind like a sorrowful afterthought on such an eventful day. To cut to the chase, you were extremely excited.

Brushing your teeth, you felt a grin started to creep up your face. It seemed silly, at first. You and Luke had been dating for a while, yet you still got excited for dates? That was the magic of dating Luke, you felt warm and safe in his presence, always giving you flutters in your stomach and making you stutter when you spoke. Noticing your unusually chipper mood (as well as the blooming blush across your face), Silena nudged your shoulder as she gave you a cheeky grin.

"What's got you smiling like that? Or rather, I wonder who?" She teased you. Of course, it was Luke who was the cause behind your adoration, but she still liked to tease you. 

You must have had a noticeable blush on your face because Silena laughed out loud, catching your expression. You tried to put a grimace on your face, trying to deflect her teasing, but the edges of your mouth refused to do so and curled into a laidback smile.

"I'm going on a field trip today with Luke" you carefully started. "Mhm," Silena waited.

"To New York City".

"Oh!" Silena gasped, surprised. Sure, it was known to camp that you and Luke had dates at least once a week, and sometimes, almost every day (once you were finished with cabin duties of course). But it was the first time that you two were leaving camp together. Alone, just you two. Albeit, still together, but with the freedom from annoying campers and annoying authority figures. 

Safe to say, you were literally knawing at the iron bars of your enclosure (yes, a joke, you weren't locked up) to get alone time with Luke.

"And Chiron and Mr. D just let you go?" Silena questioned.

"Yeah… last night Luke and I asked and it took quite a bit of convincing, but they gave us permission to go," you responded.

"Wow, that's…pretty nice," Silena dejectedly said. Her head hung low as she avoided your eyes while spitting out her toothpaste. That was pretty unlike her, to not look you in the eyes while you two spoke.

What's wrong?" you said, noticing the fault in her voice and her abnormal behavior. As she continued to avoid eye contact, Silena hesitated before answering your question.

"It's just that, there have been so many dangerous things going on. So many dangerous monsters are regenerating quickly after being sent to Tartarus. To be frank, I'm quite scared for your safety," Silena quietly said. She fiddled with the silver chain bracelets that adorned her wrist. Unsure if what she said was too harsh to you, you could see her gulp nervously.

"We will be safe, I promise," you urged. Before you could continue, Silena looked up and cut you from justifying your departure.

"Honestly, it is a bit irresponsible that Chiron and Mr. D are letting you leave camp, I mean. Is that the best decision?" Silena was now getting heated. "Can't you guys just have another one of your dates at the lake or in the mountains, or something? Just within camp boundaries, of course," Sensing her concerns, you tried your best to alleviate her stress. 

"We are senior counselors, we can take care of ourselves. Thank you for your concern, Silena," you soothed her. (Or at least tried, it wasn't soothing because you still had some toothpaste in your mouth. You probably looked and sounded silly, as you were still eye-crust-ridden and half asleep.)

"It doesn't matter that you two are senior counselors, it's still unsafe out there!"  Silena said, and you could hear a slight shake in her voice. Quickly spitting out your toothpaste, you could see that she was genuinely upset and worried. 

Her face was etched with lines of disappointment and dissatisfaction clouded her vision. Hugging her, you could hear her voice hitch as she tried to swallow her worries. She was nearly about to break down and cry in your arms. You knew that same god-awful feeling of holding your tongue at the roof of your mouth to prevent the tears from escaping you. 

Trying your best not to smudge her eyeliner, you took your freshly manicured nails and wiped a spare tear that fell from her right eye. "You're my sister, you know that right?" She quietly whispered.

"I know, Silena," you whispered back, squeezing her arm.

"And I would rather die than let anything happen to you," Silena buried her head in your neck.

"I know, Silena," you whispered again.

"Please, please, please promise me that you won't be distracted and that you will stay safe," she continued, her voice muffled as her head was tucked in the cashmere fabric of your turtleneck. (I know she was crying but if she got a bit of snot on my turtleneck I would be moderately pissed off)

"I promise you," you hugged her tighter. 

She looked up at you, her voice now clear. "There will come a day where Luke won't even be able to protect you, and you have to stay safe and protect yourself. You hear me?" Silena said as the tone of her voice suddenly became even. It scared you because you had no idea what she was talking about. But to appease her from droning on about her sudden, strange insinuation, you nodded vigorously. 

"Promise me please?" She said, her voice now back to an uneven tone.

"I promise you, Silena. I will stay safe, I will protect myself," you said. You couldn't tell what was wrong with her, but you knew that she needed a hug.

"Okay, I trust you," she said as she released you from the tight embrace you had held her in. Just like a light switch, her demeanor changed from the expression of a worrisome mother to the cheery smile she always had on her face every day. The quick change was unnerving, and your smile faltered from your face. 

What the hell, you thought. Is she genuinely okay? The question died on the tip of your tongue, as you refrained from asking her that. Yeah, that's probably the last thing she'd want to hear right now, as you knew she still didn't want to talk about her most recent breakup with this guy from the Hypnos cabin.

"What do you plan to do in the city?" Silena asked, snapping you out of your inner monologue. You were extremely disconcerted, as she had pretended like she wasn't two and a half seconds away from having a mental breakdown in front of her. 

Masking your confusion on your face, you answered her. Gods, you two were such great pretenders. Little did you know, Luke was a great pretender as well.

Babbling on about the stores you planned to go to and the foods that you hoped to try, you could visibly see the tension leave Silena. Her shoulders started to sag as she became comfortable and her voice when responding to your inquiries started to relax. Once she laughed, you were at ease. 

The girl talk seemed to go on for a while, and you quickly realized you needed to meet Luke at the Dining Pavilion for an early breakfast. Bidding Silena a quick goodbye and an extra-special extra-tight hug, you gathered your belongings and neatly put them in your purse.

You spedwalk to the Pavilon, noticing you were a bit late. You arrived there soon, noticing that it was only Luke, you, and a few other older campers who had gotten up for an early breakfast. A girl from the Athena cabin waved to you, and you smiled, waving to her back.

Noticing a new presence, Luke looked up from his eggs. His demeanor changed from stoic, deep concentration, to a laidback smile that rested on his face. Walking over, his arm wrapped loosely around your waist as he squeezed it. You could see his face up close, his bright brown eyes twinkling like flying saucers from another planet. His face was angled to the sun, and you could see specks of green in his eyes. Like an aurora borealis green, he looked breathtaking, as he was beautifully sculpted by the Gods. Gods, you had never seen someone so beautiful they were lit from within.

"Good morning, Princess," he drawled, whispering in your hair. Your hair tickled your ear, and you shuddered, knowing the effect he had on you. Smirking -as he also knew the effect on you- he continued his greeting. "How was your sleep baby?"

Gods of Olympus, you loved his morning voice. It was deep and raspy, and it never failed to give you butterflies. Every day that you spent with him made you feel youthful, forever a teenager who was stupidly in love.

"Not bad, no nightmares," you excitedly responded, putting one hand on his chest. He automatically flexed, feeling your palm on his sweater. Such a silly boy, but that's why I love him.

"Mhm," he said, and you could tell he was still under a drowsy spell. He's so cute when he's tired.

"You tired, babe?" You nudged him awake. He shot up, widening his eyes as if to show you he was not dozing off on your shoulder.

"Nope, not at all!" he sassily retorted. You just looked up at him and smiled. Grabbing your hand, he led you to the Hermes table that he sat at. Looking around, you scanned the area for Chiron or Mr. D, knowing that they would immediately lecture you once they saw you sitting at the wrong table. You two had done this before, sitting at each other's tables when you weren't supposed to, but you never got caught. If you two got caught today, it would be the absolute worst.

"Sorry I was a little late," you said as you sat next to Luke. Breakfast had already been set in front of you, courtesy of Luke asking the dryads to prepare both of you breakfast. He knew what you liked to eat, and what you couldn't stand eating. Taking a bite out of your avocado toast with tomatoes and eggs, you smiled at the satisfying crunch. 

Thinking into the enchanted goblet, you wished to have hot cocoa. Magically, it appeared in your cup. A winter day deserved a winter breakfast.

"Did you sleep in because you were dreaming of me? It's not the first time it's happened you know" Luke raised an eyebrow, and you playfully smacked him on his chest. You knew exactly what he was talking about. 

A while back, a child of Hypnos was stalking your dream (as a child of Hypnos can magically appear in one's dream, that is so not fair!), and blabbed to Luke you were having a dream about him. Quite frankly, it was embarrassing, as Luke had confronted you the morning after having the dream. Your relationship was still pretty new, and you remember you turned a deep shade of beet red after hearing Luke's accusation while he smugly crossed his arms and smirked.

"No!" your face burned red although the accusation wasn't true. He pointed at your reddened cheeks and it took all your willpower not to smack him in his chest again. (Damn, his chest is hard!)

"I was talking to Silena, she was worried about me leaving camp," you said.

"Oh," Luke responded, suddenly very intrigued by his hard-boiled egg. Paying no mind to the flicker of emotion that crossed Luke's face, you continued.

"Yeah, she was worried and acting really strange for some reason. If this happens again, I might want to bring it up with Chiron," you continued.

"Why, did she say some weird stuff?" Luke curiously asked as he began to rub circles on the small of your back. Soothed, you were tempted to repeat the conversation verbatim to Luke, but you decided otherwise, remembering what Silena had said.

"No, not really. Just told me to be careful of monsters, and all of that stuff," you trailed off, hoping Luke wouldn't notice that you had hesitated to answer his question. 

But he had noticed. He had noticed that you suddenly stiffened up and stilled when he rubbed circles on your back. Something that he deliberately did, to catch you if you lied. He noticed that your eyebrows were furrowed when answering him and that you nervously twisted the gold ring your mother, Aphrodite, had given you. He noticed that you chewed on a piece of toast, longer than usual, almost choking on it after he had asked you that question. 

He noticed everything about you, the one thing that you had grown to love would soon be the thing that you would quickly loathe. He knew you too well, and he saw and felt everything that you felt.

What you did notice though, was the change in expression on Luke's face. His face hardened for a quick second, and you couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"Penny for your thoughts," you questioned, sipping your warm hot cocoa.

"I just can't wait to spend the day with you, Princess," Luke said. For a moment, his smile didn't match his words. As if he realized that the image he was projecting to you didn't match the image he curated for you, he quickly brightened his smile. Luke stared at you, hoping you didn't notice his smile. He internally sighed in relief as he realized you were busy chugging the goblet of hot cocoa, too thirsty to even look at him.

"I can't wait to spend the day with you, Luke," you genuinely smiled. 

You two quickly ate the rest of your meal in silence, wanting to get the most out of the day. It was only seven in the morning (a bit too early for your taste), but you felt so alive. Looking forward, you two had the perfect view of the ocean. Although Camp Half-Blood was surrounded by protective magic, Mr. D had allowed certain weather events, such as snow, to be allowed through the barrier. This resulted in magical moments where you could see the soft snow settle on the grass of the lawn.

From your view, snow slowly fell and settled near the ocean, creating snow on the beach. The feeling that you get from being hot and cold at the same time is like looking at the snow on the beach. Snow mixing with the sand, it looked like an unreal scene, something that only happened in movies. As you two ate breakfast, the snow started to come down harder, clouding the beach in a white powder. 

Strangely, you didn't feel that cold because Luke was by your side.

In a way, you realized that you could describe Luke and your relationship as an analogy to the snow settling on the beach: It was undeniable that you and Luke were falling for each other at the same time, barreling all your love towards each other at an accelerating speed. You two crashed together in fury kisses, passionately worshipping each other every day, but especially every night. Every time you two kissed, it felt like a cataclysmic, unreal, and faded moment where you realized that you both felt the same way for each other in the same moment. It was so unreal that it felt like your little moments together belonged in a museum of emotions that were impossible to experience with someone else. Something that you only saw in the movies or on a farfetched television show. There was a nagging bit in the back of your mind that constantly reminded you that you didn't deserve to be loved. Every day, Luke dispelled that notion, feeding you love with every conversation and kiss.

Just like snow on the beach, you two were extremely different from each other, so far on other ends of the spectrum. You two were weird, but fucking beautiful together, like snow on the beach. Complimenting each other, you almost made a perfect whole.

"You ready to go to New York City, Princess," Luke said, snapping you out of your daydream as you swallowed the last piece of turkey sausage. 

"Of course, only with you," you reassured him with a cheeky smile.

In that moment, you two were frozen in time like a photograph. Laughing, you held onto his bicep as you two walked on the sandy beach to reach the barriers of camp. The snow mingled with the sand and you looked down and smiled as if you won a contest. You couldn't help it though, you had won the best prize, the love of Luke. To hide your smile would be dishonest, and you couldn't ever do that.

I was inspired by the lyrics of Snow on the Beach sung by Taylor Swift and Lana Del Rey. A lot of the latter half of the story is pulled from Genius.com and their analysis of the lyrics of this song. Hope you all enjoyed part two!

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[tjaejt]

Big men, who you swear you could beat in a fight but in reality it wouldn’t take an ounce of strength from him to completely crumble you to pieces whenever he wants. His big and beefy body being able to crush your bones under a few seconds. Taking action and simply folding you under them whenever he hears your statement of you being way stronger than him. Palms bigger than yours, fingers longer and thicker, comparing yours to his, your fingertips reaching just about past his second knuckles, him holding your wrists together above your head, knees next to you on both side of you as his weight pushed you further and further into the mattress and not being able to get out of his grasp no matter how much you’re tossing around; or scooping you up and throwing you around anytime and everywhere he wants. And don’t even get started on the oh but i’m bigger body type. These men literally does not give a flying fuck about it, he will do it anyways.

Big and soft men, who would never hurt you from their will since causing hurt to you in any form or shape could make him lose his mind. Also protecting you from everything that means a possible danger to you, showing no mercy to anyone who in fact isn’t you. And when it comes to times when you get hurt and the cause is indeed him, he internally eats himself up from the inside about how could he been so thoughtless when he promised to himself all he will give to you is pure love and affection. It takes a few caresses on his cheeks and a couple of kisses and he’s already melted in your arms, only focusing on you and the thought of beating himself up is completely forgotten.

Big, soft and mean men, who could tease you all night, ‘till dawn, because what could you do? Punch him? Yes, you could try but we all know it’s nothing against him. So you just patiently wait there, looking pretty, while they’re mercilessly play games with you. These men can also rail you until you basically and literally see stars, going at a relentless pace without faltering the hold they have on you. Nails bruising your hips, thighs and waist every single time you’re together and by now you just learned to handle it in silence. You did try to warn him about it and they learned from it for brief 5 minutes at max, then lust covered their vision once again and got back to his usual behavior, we could say that he almost snapped his hips against you even more greedily this time. But even then, they don’t do this out of will… most of the times..

And it gets even ‘worse’ when your pretty fingers doesn’t even reach around his girth, struggling there with both of your hands, sitting between his muscled thighs and choking you with every inch you take further into your mouth. Him fucking into your mouth, not giving you any breaks or time to collect yourself, he doesn’t bother to stop himself and by the time, he’s the one who guides your head up and down on him. Tears collecting in the corner of your eyes, ready to spill. Oh how much he loves to see your face contorted like this, your cheeks flushed deep red and lips swollen. It could be almost enough to make him come just from that sight, feeling him twitch in your mouth and in response a muffled moan escaped your throat, sending vibrations through his body, up his spine, making him throw his head back immediately. His palms almost stuck in your hair, gripping and pulling on your well-cared locks like his life depended on it but you just couldn’t feel it from the ache of your jaw, the pain was stronger and by the time he could finish, all your nerves went numb.

So in conclusion, was he stronger than you? Yes. And will you ever admit it? Well, probably no. ♡

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[g0niki]

taste tester── y.jw p.js

pairing: bf!jungwon x reader x jay

word count: 1.9k

contents: no protection (wrap it up 😓), oral (m&f receiving), light pussy slapping, finger sucking, slight exhibitionism, light size kink, jw is a little mean🫶

a/n: I haven't written in a long time and quite literally wrote this at 3am, feedback and comments would be appreciated! i am very nervous to post this.

jungwon had jokingly mentioned having a threesome with jay on multiple occasions before, and every time without fail you had said no… but at this moment you were reconsidering.

jay's in the kitchen cooking up something for you and won since you're the only ones home at the moment, won showering and leaving you to watch jay with a focused pout resting on his face as he cuts up the meat and throws it to a bowl on the side. 

you never really understood what your boyfriend saw in jay, sure they were close but he wasn’t all that... 

ok, jay was all that, he is all that. the way his hands moved as he worked on the meal was making you feel some kind of way, your thighs slightly rubbing under the table imagining him holding you down so firmly and having you squirming... so maybe you wanted jay to join... just once though!

you wouldn't even have to tell won, coming out of the bathroom hair wet and clothes hanging off his body loosely, jungwon isn't an idiot,

jungwon can immediately tell just what you're thinking by observing you from afar, knowing that you're having conflicting thoughts at the moment, he'd come up from behind you and wrap his arms around you, kissing your neck and speaking into it 

"feeling hungry pretty?"

the pet name alone was enough to let you know exactly where his mind is, gulping down at his tone. he'd place one last kiss on your throat, sitting down next to you and lightly patting his lap, definitely up to no good. 

"cmere I’m cold" he'd use a pouty voice,, to anyone else it would seem like he's being his usual clingy self but this alone was enough to make your mouth dry. you could never say no to sitting on your boyfriend’s lap though, immediately scooting over and sitting on top of him, he'd wrap his arms around you and rest his chin on your shoulder, pulling you back against him.

"look pretty, isn't jay hyung so nice to us" oh you were fucked "should we watch him cook?"

won pushing your hair behind your ear and lightly biting on it causing you to push your hips back on him.

"be quiet, wouldn’t wanna break his focus" You can hear the fake pout in his voice, feeling his hands massage your thighs as he now kisses your shoulder, letting his tongue trace against the bare skin and lightly sucking now and then.

"look at him, trying to do us a favor yet all you can do is squeeze your pretty little thighs shut and stare. it's rude to not help."

you wanted to bang your head on the table in front of you,, won being so close to touching you over your shorts yet continuously teasing you right behind jay's back. 

"jay's missing out on the best entrée right here." finally, won's hand is lightly tracing your clit. your thighs squeezing around his hand desperately and a small sound leaving your throat, his glancing over his shoulder to check on you.

"sorry.. hit my knee"

"be careful,, dinners almost done"

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

needless to say, that was the quietest dinner you had ever experienced, thighs sticking together as you picked at your plate. jay watching you with an eyebrow arched up, he knew you were picky but you usually loved it whenever he cooked.

"something wrong?" 

his voice slightly makes you jump, unable to even look at him in the moment.

"yeah, what's wrong pretty?"

and of course, jungwon had to play dumb, you could see the smile he was biting back and as much as you wanted to be upset with him he was so badly turning you on.

"nothing just-" and before you could finish your sentence won's hand is back against your thigh, tracing shapes against it "nothing." 

jay leaves it at that.. picking up his plate and walking over to the sink still just as confused as a moment ago but not willing to press any further.

"actually, y/n had a question for you hyung!"

you had never wanted to strangle your boyfriend more than right now.

watching as jay turned around and fondly stared at the two of you.

"yeah, what's up?"

you were out of words, staring with your mouth open not able to play off the situation.

"tell him, baby, you know what we talked about, ask him."

jungwon pushed you closer to the topic, a smile on his face as his hand continued to brush against your thigh, usually, this would be comforting but in this moment your heart was sinking, and you were throbbing.

“y/n, you can ask me anything you know"

and hearing jay be so ready to cater to you was almost enough to get a sob to leave the back of your throat.

"ask him pretty, or i will." the small smile on won's face was enough to send shivers down your spine, goosebumps coming up all over.

"jay... would you want to help us out.." and gosh you felt like you could hear your voice quivering as you asked, you had never been more nervous than right now. 

"... with?"

"don't play dumb hyung. I can see you holding back right now."

your stomach sank. won definitely knew a lot more than he let on, you had never heard him be so harsh towards jay before and it was leaving you soaking. 

"just look at her hyung, look at how she needs you, how badly she wants us."

hearing won talk about you like you weren't even there was honestly a bit overwhelming, you could feel your face and ears getting how wanting to do nothing but hide behind your hands and forget this was even happening. 

"let her say it won, talk to me y/n."

you were going to have to swallow your pride for this one…

"could you fuck me.."

"look at me when you're talking. ask again."

"could you fuck me." and that was all the two of them needed to hear. 

within minutes they had you back in the room, clothes nowhere to be found as you were pressed up between the two of them.

"isn't she so pretty hyung,"

won was behind you holding your legs open and letting jay enjoy the view, jay twisting your nipples and watching how the light touch caused the puddle between your legs to grow even more.

"you weren't kidding when you said she was sensitive."  

hearing the brief mention that jungwon had discussed you with jay before sending your mind into a spiral. laying back as won moved from behind you and onto the chair next to the bed. 

"why don't you put it in hyung, i wanna watch."

you'd never seen won like this before, he looked almost ravenous, his mouth almost watering as he watched. you couldn't take your eyes off of him, taken aback by his current state.

"you too pretty, watch while he puts it in." 

won's hand coming behind your head and forcing you to look down on yourself. jay lining up with your folds and cursing out above you.

"she looks so small, you sure she can take it?"

"even if she can't she will."

and that was enough for jay to push into you, the slight stretch making you bite down on your lip, he wasn't very different from won in size but he was thicker. won's hand holding your own as you both watched jay sink inside you.

"look at that pretty," and god did jay feel good inside you. his hands gripping your hips tightly and pushing them down into the mattress as he took a deep breath.

Won” fuck i'm gonna break her won." 

"do it, she likes it" 

won gently pushing your hair out of your face, moving around so that he was now above your head. 

"don't you pretty?"

you had your eyes pressed together tightly, entirely overwhelmed by everything, and won's dick standing above your head was not helping in any sort of way. 

"you think you could multi-task.”

you couldn’t even answer at this point, jay roughly thrusting into you and using you like a toy, rambling on about how good you feel and he could've never imagined being able to be inside you.

won now holding both your wrists and watching as jay pounded into you, your release dripping all around him and your back fighting to arch against jay's push on your hips.

"pretty open for me before i make him stop."

the idea of jay stopping now was enough to make you sob, jaw immediately falling slack for won. 

"there we go,"

won immediately filling your throat and admiring the slight bulge he made in your throat.

"look hyung, everything about her is just sooo small" jay reached up to trace the bump in your throat causing you to clench around him.

"fuck don't do that i'll cum" jay moved his hand from your neck to slap down on your clit and making your body jolt. won hadn't done that before but you'd be asking him to do it again.

won wrapping his hands around your throat and fucking into you is all too much, you rapidly clenched around jay cumming for who knows what time and causing jay to fill you up with no warning.

"shit, my bad-"

jay pulled out watching his fluid seep out, using his fingers to scoop some up and bring it to his lips.

"fuck won you've gotta taste this."

won pulled out leaving you to whine,  but you quickly shut up after seeing him take jay's two fingers into his mouth, eyes rolling back at the taste of the two of you.

"fuck, it’s missing something.” 

won immediately moving to take jay's previous spot between your legs and quickly shoving himself into you, not taking your sensitivity into mind, his only objective being to fill you up even more. 

jay moved down to your stomach and worked his way up, finding his nipple in your mouth and sucking around it while his right hand fondled the other.

you could’ve sworn won was using all his strength on you, your body bouncing up and down as you tried to take even just a second to breathe, fighting to not scream. your hand coming up to jay's head and pulling onto his hair causing him to bite down on your tit.

"be nice,” he growled between his teeth.

jay pulls back to admire his work and watches jungwon finish the two of you off, taking himself into his hand in hopes of finishing himself off another time. 

"jay you better hurry up because i'm almost done."

won bringing his hand down to play with your clit in hopes of finishing you off alongside him, his thrust getting shallow and sporadic yet doing just enough to have you spilling around him, the noises leaving your throat being enough for jay to finish all over your abdomen and won filling you up nicely.

won pulling out slowly trying not to overstimulate you even more than you already are, lowering his face down to your cunt and licking up as much as he can.

he pulls you into a kiss, swapping the fluid between your mouths as jay watches with his jaw agape. 

pulling apart breathless 

"mm, tastes much better."

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[uselesssomebody]

𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕛𝕦𝕝𝕪 (𝕝) - neighbor!joel miller x reader (pre!outbreak)

complete masterlist | joel miller masterlist

"𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕛𝕦𝕝𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕠𝕣 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙, 𝕞𝕪, 𝕞𝕪" - you can be the boss | lana del rey

words || 𝟠.𝟛𝕜

summary || in which the reader gets real friendly with one of her neighbors

next part || fourth of july (II)

a/n || in honor of that one deleted dvcree edit. may it rest in peace ➵ i became ghastly ill when i tried to write so apologies that it took a while. ➵ this is set before the events of the show, back when joel and sarah were still both alive and in austin, texas. i've never been so i dunno how accurate my descriptions are, or my accents, either. don't hate them please ➵ there is an age gap in this story !! if that makes you uncomfortable, i have many other non-age-gap fics you can browse on my page. reader is like 27 and joel is like 36. he's not old, though he is mentioned as such because he's old compared to her. also canonical dilf ➵ thinking of putting out a sister blog but with darker fics? what're we thinking, guys? ➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!

warnings || fluff/smut ➵ unprotected sex ➵ piv sex ➵ oral (m receiving) ➵ fingering ➵ overstimulation ➵ facial & cum ig (tell me if i miss anything)

austin was hot.

she was sure that was one of her first thoughts as she’d stepped off the plane, quick to push her suddenly-heavy locks out of her face. lugging luggage and a young teen with her certainly didn’t make it better, but the light gust of fresh air when she stepped out of the airport left her sighing deeply in relief.

flagging down a taxi was simple enough, but getting her sister to help place their suitcases in the trunk was not.

“nicole - please get off your ass and help me!” she said it in such a sweet voice, that her harsh choice of words seemed to both mildly bewilder and amuse the driver.

no one called nicole ‘nicole’, except, of course, her big sister - and even then, only to frighten her. to everyone else she was just nicky and, if they were real close, nick.

swallowing sharply at the implied warning - the use of her full name - she did, indeed, get off her ass and help push the last suitcase into the trunk.

they piled into the backseat, the cool of the a.c. soothing the light flush on the sisters’ skin. she’s quick to give the driver the address, and he nods, setting off.

neither of them had imagined ever moving back to austin, but here they were.

it’d been about 13 years, as far as she remembers, and the scenery had changed significantly. more people bustled around the streets than there had been before, more businesses had seemingly popped up, and everything seemed fancier.

nicky wouldn’t have noticed the change, having moved alongside her family at the ripe age of a year old, but her significantly older sister could.

she still remembers how her parents had sat her down - on a pretty summer evening before her freshman year. they’d mentioned many things - how the family was due for a new start, how austin wasn’t so feasible for them anymore, and so on. the only thing she’d heard was change and loss.

and that's what it was for her. her whole life turned upside on its head, as the family of 4 made the move across the country to the cold state of michigan. and that’s where they’d stayed - for the rest of her childhood, and then her adulthood, too.

her parents had been young when they’d had her. very young, and she sometimes sensed the sadness that she caused them because of it. they never tried to be outward about it, and her life had been as happy as she could have realistically wanted it.

and, though she loved her young sister, she knew that she became less important in the eyes of her parents after nicky’s birth, taking the back-burner to make space for the family’s golden child, conceived with careful planning and meticulous care - as opposed to the case that she’d been.

now, though, being much older, she didn’t let that bother her, though she never felt particularly at home in michigan. in fact, the last place she’d felt at ease had been austin, and when her father had stated that he couldn’t continue to find renters for their old property there, and was thinking of selling it, she was quick to discourage him, swaying him by stating she’d be more than happy to stay there, renting under her parents. they’d been excited at the notion of being able to keep the house, she was happy to get out of there, and nicky was… well, she was, frankly, devastated at the thought of her big sister being several states away.

regardless of the tense family dynamic, the both of them had remained steadfastly bonded, with her providing the role of a caretaker as much as she was a sister to nicky when her parents found themselves unable to relate to or understand their young daughter. nicky’d begged for weeks to travel with her sister, and her parents had been - to put it lightly - hesitant, worried that the big change would affect their daughter’s development.

nicky was outgoing, for sure, and she had her friends and her school - but she knew all those came and went. the only rock she’d truly had in her life was her sister, and the notion of losing her had been too much to bear.

she’d gotten ill after that first week it was announced - it was as much a physical sickness as it was a psychological one - and the wallowing she had done at the advent of the news had only spurred the sickness to be harsher.

her parents had had to reprioritize after that, finally grasping the profound effect the separation might have on the two.

and that’s what led them here - just a few blocks away from her childhood home.

nicky wasn’t sure how exactly she felt about the suburban environment after their last few years in an apartment at the heart of the city, but when she looked over, she could see her sister’s happy - nay, giddy - face. that was definitely a big plus.

she had practically fallen out of the car in her excitement, and she spent just a minute marvelling at the fact that building hasn't changed a bit from when she last saw it.

it had transported her back to her teenage self, and, lost in the moment, the taxi driver wondered if he should remind her of her bags and his fare. nicky, who had been less of a help on the ride here, started unloading them herself, and it took until the second suitcase for him to help her.

“just give her a minute,” she mumbles, making him laugh lightly. hearing the conversation, she snaps her head back, realizing that most of the bags were already on the pavement.

“oh! sorry,” she fished into her wallet, producing his fare, which he accepted with a nod and salute. she smiled, the two sisters thanking him and waving him off, before turning back to their place, “excited?” she mumbles it to nicky.

“incredibly,” she said it with a faux-bored expression, but even she could appreciate the extra space this house would provide them.

she walks up the patio steps, slotting the key she’d so delicately carried the entire journey here into the lock, and hearing the distinct click it made when it opened.

the sound of a new beginning.

it'd been a few weeks, and everything was shockingly alright. the house felt more like home to her than anywhere she'd ever been, and though nicky was still adjusting, she felt infinitely better in a somewhat unfamiliar environment with her sister, as opposed to a familiar one without her. the house had three bedrooms, and nicky’d happened to pick her childhood bedroom out of the two offered to her, and, though nicky hadn't realized yet, she could see the love she’d put into the bedroom when she was younger: chipped wallpaper where she’d put her posters, a faint ring of liquid on the windowsill from where she'd kept her potted plant, the creak of the bed whenever someone would sit on it.

hey, she never said it was perfect, and they'd been quick to make their way to the furniture store closer to the city to find some new things for the place. all she was glad about was that there was no need for renovations in the old house.

they'd found a lot of time to spend together; having moved early into the summer, they'd hoped nicky would get acquainted with the change before going to school. that’d also left her to be a somewhat bored teen, so she did what she, as a younger sibling, did best: annoy her sister.

of course, she didn't mind, simply happy they had a chance to hang out, something that had been harder to do for her between work back in michigan, and her school. currently, she was also taking a break, having left her job, and having a new one lined up in another month.

that left ample time for them to catch up on all the movies and t.v. they'd had to watch, and for the older sister to teach nicky a thing or two about good music. she couldn't have her sister entering high school with a bad taste of music - it'd be blasphemous. she'd been brushing up on her housekeeping abilities as well, so the time also consisted of teaching nicky of how to cook, and keep everything in the house in order to minimize the risk of damage.

that time had begun to dwindle as of recent, with nicky being out of the house more often. she'd come into her sister's room sporadically, in order to ask her permission to meet with a friend. she'd tend to say yes, considering her sister was old enough to handle herself, though she was always a little shocked at the speed at which nicky made friends.

on one fine morning, she finally sat her down.

“so, who's this friend you've been spending all your time with?” it'd been in the middle of breakfast, and nicky'd become frozen, spoonful of cereal sticking out of her mouth. she’s quick to realize the awkward position, pulling the spoon out of her mouth, and hastening her chewing in order to answer the question more quickly.

“you haven't met her? oh my god, you absolutely have to. she's been showing me around the place - apparently she knows all the coolest spots, cause her and her dad - they've been living here for, like, forever, and-” the sudden onslaught of information made the older sister practically recoil, before it was replaced by an amused chuckle.

“well, mom and dad were worried about how well you'd adjust, but it seems like you're doing just fine.” nicky smiled too, though it was a little sheepish, “so, where did you say she stayed?” she was still slightly confused as to how nicky had met her, as she'd never exactly strayed very far from the house.

“oh, she lives next-door. didn't I mention?” the information was jarring for a moment, as it seemed a massive oversight on her part to not even notice her adjacent neighbors, but she suddenly found herself remembering something. there had been a young girl coming out of the house next door with a bag slung over her shoulder, and her hair pulled back and under a visor to protect her from the blinding texan sun. she’d been out to attend to some of the plants she had bought for the porch, and she had looked up when she’d heard the girl’s crunching steps on the somewhat gravelly pavement.

she’d smiled and waved at her, and she’d nodded back, just slightly confused by the encounter. of course, due to the nature of it, she’d promptly forgotten about it by evening, but she was quickly coming to realize that this must be the girl that nicky was talking about.

“wait - she’s the one with the big hair, wears band shirts?” nicky nods enthusiastically, and she smiles approvingly. the young girl seemed sweet enough, and she was more than happy that nicky had already found a friend.

the next week, nicky had been begging that they invite sarah over for dinner. it’d been a chill weekend anyways, so she was definitely not opposed to the idea, but she was quick to extend the invitation.

“okay, okay - invite her over on sunday. tell her to invite her parents too; it’d be nice to meet the neighbors.” nicky was quick to shake her head.

“parent, it’s just her and her dad.” she corrected herself quickly.

“right, ‘f course. invite him over too, then.” nicky nodded excitedly, rushing over to her room to get on the phone with sarah along the street.

that sunday, she did join the sister’s for dinner, but, as she’d been ushered into the house by two friendly smiles, she seemed to putting off a phrase at the tip of her tongue.

“s’everything ‘lright, hun?” she was quick to notice her guest’s guarded appearance, as she’d sat on the couch with nicky.

“hmm? oh, yeah, yeah. it’s just - my dad’s working tonight, so he couldn’t make it.” she waved her off.

“oh, don’t worry about that, we’re just happy you’re here!”

nicky echoed the sentiment, and the two young girls spent their time talking and laughing, a couple miscellaneous snack bowls spread over the coffee table as sarah became more comfortable. they’d migrated to the dining table when they’d been served dinner. she didn’t tend to cook for guests, so she attempted to pull out all her makeshift stops and, considering the end product, she was quite satisfied with the result.

no one was more excited than nicky and sarah, though - the both of them practically scarfing down the delicious meal. the conversation had turned to include all three of them, and sarah was beginning to reacquaint the both of them to austin, while they entertained her with stories of their time in michigan.

though they’d tried their very best, neither girl came all that close to finishing all the food she’d set out, so she was quick to package it up, sending sarah on her way with the food as a nod to her father’s missed opportunity.

“are you sure? i mean, i don’t know if i can take this-”

“yes, you can. unless you don’t think he’ll like it-”

“no! absolutely not, he’ll love it, it’s just-”

“sarah.” the faux-strict tone made sarah’s face crack into a smile, before she nodded, tucking the packet under her arm as she turned to say her goodbyes to nicky.

once she’d left, she pounced on her older sister.

“isn’t she great?” startled, she laughed, before nodding.

“definitely.”

june passed quickly, and, by july, she’d finished the paperwork for the house, for her job, and for nicky’s school. she was glad to know that it was the same one that sarah went to, and, with the added comfort of her sister spending increasing amounts of time exploring austin, she’d sat her cramped joints down in front of the t.v., vying at the chance to enjoy some trashy reality or game show.

though the sun still provided sweltering heat, when she left the kitchen and living room windows slightly ajar, she could feel the hint of a breeze work in place of their energy-consuming a.c. - which she’d turned off for that exact reason.

she turned her head from the t.v., the contestants on the screen continuing to speak with the host, and she let her eyes drift over the sliver of scenery that she could see through the half-obstructed kitchen windows. some of her neighbors had put up american flags. some were old, new, tattered, printed, there was even one that seemed to be homemade. of course, she knew this behavior was really only reserved in this neighborhood during this time of year, as the texans prepared to celebrate the 4th of july.

reminiscing of her own experiences with the holiday: going swimming with friends, eating good meals, and the occasional barbecue at a friend’s place - she was caught off guard when she heard the doorbell ring. it made her jump, but she quickly composed herself, standing up and brushing off her clothes.

she ran her fingers through her hair and, hoping she looked presentable, she opened the door.

it was her neighbor on her other side, a woman by the name of martha. she was a little older - her and her husband - and they were absolute sweethearts. in fact, they were the first to greet the new neighbors, back on their second day here. she was looking up at her with an excited smile.

“martha, hi! what can i do for you!”

“well - i was just wondering if you’d join us: we’re having a little barbecue tomorrow for the 4th, and i’ve invited a few of the neighbors. we’d really love to have you and nicky.”

she was just a bit taken aback by the invitation, but she didn’t hesitate in her response.

“of course, we’d be happy to be there! shall i bring anything?”

“no, of course not, dear. we’re hosting, just bring your little one.” she let out a light laugh, agreeing. martha bid her a quick goodbye, and headed in the next house’s direction - the millers.

perfect, she thought, nicky’ll have some fun too, then.

july the 4th, and a neighborhood barbecue. it’s a nation-wide phenomenon, then.

nicky’d been significantly more excited than her, once again, proving herself to be the more social one. nevertheless, as the younger girl got ready the next morning, her older sister spent her time finishing a tin of muffins. martha’d assured her she didn’t have to bring anything, but it almost hurt her soul to show up empty-handed. if she’d calculated correctly - and she’d hoped she’d done - she’d made just about enough for the whole group.

by 11:30, they were both ready, and she’d placed two boxes of them in nicky’s hand, while she carried the other two. the both of them made their way over, and she noticed the large group mingling in their yard and backyard. she could see martha’s husband, john, commandeering their large grill, a corona in his hand. she looked around for martha, and caught the eye of the woman as she turned away from greeting another guest.

“oh, you two ‘re here, perfect.”

“hey, martha. look, i know what you said, but-” martha gasped in delight at the boxes as she neared and noticed them, lightly taking them off of her.

“they look great; you haven’t stressed making them, have ya?”

“no - no, it’s my pleasure, really.” martha smiled at her, a mix of graciousness and happiness, before turning her attention to nicky.

“hey, nicky. how’re ya holding up?” nicky nodded.

“good, pretty good. thanks for having us.” she waved her hand at the notion, ushering the both of them inside.

for the first hour, she got acquainted with martha’s husband, the smiths from across from them, and marriots from down the road. they were all very curious about michigan and she, in turn, curious about how much exactly austin had changed since she’d last been here. at the same time, nicky was talking to a pair of twins a year younger than her who lived about two houses down. they were pretty cool, and were going to the same school as her, so they were filling her in on some of the school-wide drama: stuff sarah never cared so much about.

speaking of which, by about 12:30, she hears sarah’s voice greeting someone, and she turns her head, waving at her. behind her is her father, two packs of cold ones in his hands, that he sets down as he greets the hosts. sarah’s quick to detach from him, saluting him goodbye, as she instead makes her way over to nicky and the two other girls.

nicky's older sister had been enraptured in a conversation about the new dog the marriots were getting next week, when she felt someone come up to her.

john had brought joel over to the group, and he integrated without interrupting the story, letting mr. marriot express his excitement for the miniature pinscher they were getting. once he was done, he notices the newest member of his audience.

“hey! joel, how’re ya doin’?” his words turned the attention of everyone in the group, and she realized that this was the coveted joel miller: the man she missed for that one dinner. she turned her head to look at him, flashing him a friendly smile, but it almost froze on her face as she drank in his appearance.

good god, was he fine. messy hair that he’d pushed back, a full beard and an intense gaze. jesus, he was piercing straight through her, his eyes boring into hers while his mouth reflected a polite smile. she averted her gaze for a moment, before john is quick to introduce them.

“and this is joel; him and his daughter live right next door to you guys.” she nods, reaching over to shake his outstretched hand.

“nice to meet you; you’re sarah’s dad?” he nods, smiling at the mention of his daughter. she made the mistake of looking up to catch his gaze, and she felt her breath hitch. the moment passed as she released his hand, but, when she looked back up at his face for a half-second, as ms. smith began talking about her daughter, she swore she saw a smirk in the corner of his mouth.

the lunch had been lovely, and the company had been better. she’d heard stories of four neighbor’s dogs, and seven neighbor’s kids, and then stories of john and martha’s holiday the previous winter, and she felt much closer to the entire neighborhood. nicky had been bustling between her and her friends the entire time, as had sarah, but with her father.

speaking of whom - joel was interesting. he seemed just a bit tired, and maybe bit quiet compared to the others, but he had managed to find a keen amusement in making her squirm. and how could she not? this attractive, sweet, hot, funny, hot, gentlemanly, hot single dad was meeting her eyes every few moments with a gaze that made it look like he wanted to make her forget her name.

did she mention he was hot?

as was she, after a few hours of this strange back and forth, where the both of them seemed to be enraptured in the conversations they were in, but couldn’t seem to take their attention off each other.

jesus christ - he’s your neighbor. and he’s 10 years older than you. and he’s got a daughter who is best friends with your sister!

she jumped when nicky had come up to her, shocked by the feeling of practically materializing her sister.

“hey, i was wondering if i could go over to sarah’s place? i’ll be home in the evening.” nicky seemed a little tired of the party, obviously not the absolute best scene for a teenager like her.

“huh? oh, um - is she and her dad okay with that?”

“i’m alright with it,” a deep voice came from behind her, and she whipped her head around. joel had a kind smile on his face, and he was looking over at nicky, nodding.

“oh, thank you mr. miller! i appreciate it.” nicky smiled back up at him, before looking at her sister with practically puppy eyes.

“alright, nicky. be home by 5.”

“by 6, see you!” nicky rushed off before she had a chance to argue, and she opened her mouth, stuck between bemusement and amusement at her gall. joel laughed behind her, a deep, quiet noise. she didn’t realize how close he was to her, feeling the vibrations of his body in her own. she turned to properly face him, taking a half-step back to allow herself a more comfortable angle to look at him.

“nicky’s always so excited to hang out with sarah, and i can see why: she’s really sweet.” he smiled at the compliment for his daughter, his eyes holding a far-away quality that indicated his reminiscing of her.

“yeah - yeah, nicky too. sarah’s always harpin’ me to be able to go out with her.” he took a breath as he snapped back to look at her, “you’re new to the neighborhood then.” she smiled.

“yeah, we just moved in last month.” he nodded, gesturing around.

“it’s not a bad place, when you’re used to it.” there’s a joking twang in his tone.

“it’s not a bad place, even when you aren’t.” a light chuckle fell from him, as he took another swig of his beer. she could feel the proximity heating her up, so she brushed some hair out of her face, “i think i’ll step out for a moment. d’ya wanna join me?” she gestured to the door, and he shrugged.

“why not.”

the yard was more empty now, as people had begun leaving the gathering, or entering the house as the food had dwindled. though, still placed on the table, were a few of the many muffins she had made. she walked over, him in invisible tow, and she took one, handing it over to him.

“do me a favor, tell me what you think.” he seemed a bit confused, but obliged her, eating the muffin with great care. maybe exaggerated, but the expression on his face made her laugh, so she didn’t mind.

“this is great! martha went all out for these.” she nodded at the praise, him oblivious that it should have been directed towards her.

“martha definitely did. those were mine, though.” he looked back at her, in a mixture of impress and awe.

“well - you’re as good a baker as you are a cook, then.” she laughed at the reference to their lost dinner.

“oh, you did get it from sarah. perfect, what’d you think?”

“i thought that i regretted missing the chance to meet you then.”

suddenly, she felt the conversation had veered away from her ability to make food, and more towards - well, her. she went to retort, but heard her phone’s tone go. she snapped her head to her pocket, mumbling an apology as she did so.

it wasn’t anything important, thankfully, but it did give her an opportunity to check the time and, true to belief, it seemed that, very soon, she’d have overstayed her welcome.

“shit, it’s later than i thought.” she looked up at him, almost apologetically.

“you’re heading home?” though she wasn’t a master at reading faces, she could almost swear there was a hint of disappointment on his.

“well, joel, you’re a hard man to get a hold of. so, mind helping me bring these boxes back?” she gestured to the four boxes, and, in her own roundabout manner, made the bold move of inviting him over.

was it even bold? he lived a few meters from the place anyway. he smiled though, and, in his own gentlemanly manner, agreed immediately. he grabbed three of the boxes before she could stop him, and she almost sheepishly took the last box back up the street with him, pausing for only a moment to unlock the door to hers, before ushering him into the place.

he seemed almost hesitant to step too far in, but she waved it off, telling him to make himself comfortable as he set the boxes down.

“want anything? water, beer? something to eat?” he held his hand up, shaking his head, but did indulge in sitting at her dinner table. she ignored his gesture, taking out two cans for the both of them, before sitting in the seat beside him. he didn’t seem to mind, though, taking the cold beverage gratefully. it made her smile: at least the heat was affecting the both of them.

she took a long, almost wincing sip of hers, having almost forgotten how strong the liquid tasted in her mouth.

“sarah mentioned you’re a contractor?” it was a feeble attempt at reigniting their conversation; truly, she just didn’t want him to leave yet. he seemed to notice that notion, as he took a moment to answer, looking up at her between sips.

“yeah, yeah. me and my brother.” it was new info, and she nodded, rubbing at her nose lightly as she concentrated on the tab of the can, “so, how’d you find the place - the people?”

“they’re - uh, they’re really nice, i guess. everyone seems really friendly.” he nods.

“sure, sure. i’m sure it’s a little annoying though - everyone’s a bit older, right?” she looked up at him, and he had an unreadable expression on his face.

“well, i don’t mind older.” she maintained eye contact as she saw his smile twist, lip curling into a smirk, one he tried to hide behind his drink, “in fact, i think it’s better. older guys tend to be more mature - put together, you know?”

“guys?” his face betrayed his shock at her directness, and she suppressed a laugh.

“well, that is what you’re asking, aren’t you?” he held a hand up in surrender.

“and if i was?” she stuck her tongue into the side of her cheek, surveying the space between them.

“well, mr. miller. i’d tell you to stop beating around the bush and just take what you want.” he set his drink down with a light thud, something more desperate swirling in his eyes.

“and what would that be?” he wanted her to iterate exactly what she thought would happen.

“you tell me.” she didn’t give in, hoping the older man would break before she would.

he didn’t need much convincing, though, placing a firm grip on her arm, and pulling her closer to him, leaning forward and taking her cheek in his much larger hand.

“you’re asking too much of me, sweetheart. what’d the neighbors think?” his breath fanned over her face, and the tone of his voice indicated his teasing nature.

“what?” he laughed against her, shaking her body, before he gestured to the window just adjacent to him.

“only been here a few weeks, and already seducing one of your neighbors? it’s bold - i’ll tell you that much.” his cologne - a soft, but distracting smell - was overpowering her, and she couldn’t exactly think clearly as he sat so close to her.

“joel.” it came out as more of a plea than she had maybe wished, and he smiled, his eyes flicking across her face, “should we go upstairs?” she detached from his eyes for just the slightest moment, to look up at the staircase leading to her room.

“if you want to, sweetheart.”

fuck. being called sweetheart? by him? she was done for.

she led him up the stairs, her steps just slightly shaky as she walked up.

what was she doing? him, she supposed.

her bedroom was messier than she’d hoped as they walked in, but she didn’t have time to dwell on that as he pulled her towards him while she shut the door behind her, pressing his lips to her ear as her back hits his thick chest.

“you sure you want to do this?” his voice is huskier than it had been before, and it made her let out a shaky breath.

“please.” he smiles against her soft skin, turning her to face him. she doesn’t waste a moment, leaning closer to his face as he pulled hers closer to him, capturing her lips in his own.

his beard tickled her chin, his breath warm on her face as she closed her eyes against him. he tasted like an interesting mix between the barbecue, her muffins, and the beer he’d been drinking, creating a festive, american aftertaste in her mouth.

the kiss made her moan against him, as her hands finally began exploring the man in front of her. his shirt was flimsy against his torso, and that made her almost more inclined to pull it off of him, as she placed her hands under the thin fabric. he broke the kiss with an amused exhale, pulling her hands out from under it with a smile playing on his lips.

“think you owe me something, first, sweetheart.” she looked back up at him in confusion, but, noticing the fingers at the ends of her own top, she as quick to pull it off of herself. even he seemed a little shocked by her eagerness, but that didn’t stop him, pulling her into him with such force that the both of them fell onto her bed.

he sat back up in a heartbeat, redirecting her thighs so that they straddled his own, pulling her towards him. the angle left her neck at eye level with him, and his nose traced the skin of her collarbone, the ghost of kisses leaving a trail up her neck as she wrapped her fingers in his scruffy hair. she let herself get lost in his touch, the softness of his lips on her chest, the sharp sting of his teeth occasionally grazing her skin, the harshness of his fingers against the skin of her thighs.

before she - or he, for that matter - could get too carried away, she pushed away from him lightly, reaching back down to tug at his shirt.

“you got what you wanted, now come on-” he laughed as he pulled the offending cloth off of him, and she sighed happily at the sight.

god, he was hot. she pushed him further back until he was laying down, and attached herself to his jaw, placing chaste kisses in a similar manner he’d done, tracing the edges on his beard with her lips. he kept his hands firmly on her sides, squeezing gently as she made her way down his body, over his chest, where the hair tickled her nose, making her smile. then, over his stomach, until she’d gotten dangerously close to his rapidly hardening cock.

he gripped her tightly, making her squeak in shock which, surprisingly, did nothing to quell his arousal.

“you’re-”

“let me, c’mon.” she said it as though there was a measure needed to persuade him. that definitely wasn’t the issue; rather he was worried he’d finish far too quickly for the mature older man he’d portrayed himself to be.

but how could he not - this fucking gorgeous woman with her head between his legs looking up at him with those eyes. fuck, those eyes.

“please, joel?” he’d grunted in that moment, releasing his grip, and she had a smug smile on her face as she unbuttoned his jeans. he couldn’t see it though, his head thrown back as he tried to even his breaths.

she wasted not a moment to tease him, tracing the outline of him lightly through the thin fabric of his boxers. he’d groaned her name - almost in warning, and she smiled as she relented, pulling him out from the confines of the cloth.

she hadn’t exactly been proud of her expression in that moment - akin to an actress on a certain screen, if you caught her drift - except hers wasn’t a fake one. older men had always been a hit or miss for her in terms of dick size, but this one seemed to be the fucking hit.

he’d recovered in time to catch that look, leaning on his forearm to be able to reach his hand over and push her hair out of your face.

“shocked, sweetheart?” she didn’t take her eyes off him.

“excited, more like.” she pulled her hand lightly up and down his cock, spitting in her hand before continuing. the added lubrication made him moan through his teeth, and she didn’t give him a moment of reprieve, readjusting so she was at the perfect angle to lightly lick his tip.

he practically shuddered at the contact of the wet muscle on him, a hand going to weave the hair falling over her face away, and gripping her head maybe tightly than he intended to, as she placed feather-light, open-mouthed kisses from the top to the bottom of his cock. he didn’t say anything, his appreciation for the act moreso communicated through the squeezing and releasing of her hair, and his shuddered breaths and quiet, almost broken moans.

deciding she didn’t want to wait any longer, she wrapped her lips completely around him, taking him deeper and practically feeling him twitch as she sunk lower on him. he guided her movements slightly with his grip on her, pushing her down as he let loose to the feeling, and pulling her up lightly as she came too close to unraveling him.

breathing in deeply through her nose, she pushed down further on him, swallowing to suppress her gag as she felt her nose being tickled by the hair at his base.

“fuck, sweetheart.” the curse left his mouth almost aggressively, as he twitched behind her lips. her throat constricted around him, and she resurfaced, breathing heavily to make up for the lost air. he looks down at her, taking in her cock-drunk appearance as she sighed between his thighs. she lazily pulled her hand up and down his cock, as she caught her breath, “come up here, baby.” through both of their pants, she made out his request, getting up so that she was sitting on her knees, as he also rose to rest better against the headboard. he gestured her to some closer, and she placed a knee of either side of him, practically crawling up his legs.

the shorts she was wearing were his biggest obstacle at the moment, and he was quick to pull her up by the front of them, unbuttoning them in the process. a squeak emitted from her, shocked by the manhandling, and he was quick to pull them down her legs. her hands cover his, the both of them almost desperately taking them off and, once he’d finally done so, he focused his eyes to hers, his fingers sliding up her thigh and to her cunt. he traced her lower lips lightly, and she could feel her thighs tense, her breathing hitching.

noticing her reaction, he smiles, pulling her lips to his, and kissing her as he traced up and down her slit, placing the ghost of pressure on her clit. she almost jumps at the sensation, but the firm grip his other hand keeps on her hip stops her.

“don’t run away now, sweetheart.” it’s a whisper into the space between them, and she wordlessly nods, her hand going to his biceps and gripping as he applied more pressure, “tell me what you want.” she looked up at him, a mix of disappointment and frustration at the request.

“i…”

“you?” she cleared her throat, averting her gaze, and he used his free hand to direct her chin to look at him, “what d’you want?”

“i want you to fuck me.” she felt almost ashamed saying it, but he smiled in pride - a smug smile.

“we’ll have to get you ready, first; don’t ya think?” he dips the tip of his finger into her and she shudders again, her hips jumping lightly, causing him to squeeze her. she nods, humming, too focused on the movements of him fingers to properly answer. taking pity on her, he obliges, pushing a finger into her, and curling it up.

“oh, god.” the sensation makes every muscle in her tense, the sexual frustration piquing at the feeling, and simultaneous lack thereof. her head falls into the space between them, and he places an almost comforting kiss to the top of her head, before beginning to move his finger.

initially, he moved it in and out of her almost exploratively, as if he was trying to determine what exactly made her tick. it resulted in soft moans and cut-off breaths, before he heard something akin to a whimper when he’d found a particular spot inside her.

he pushed another finger in, making her noises only grow, gripping him tighter. he started moving in and out of her at a more rapid rate, his fingers curling, to the point where she was moaning so loudly that he was worried the neighbors would hear regardless of their relocation.

he took his lips to hers again, hoping to muffle her noises, and it worked, her mouth focused on feverishly returning his passion that she managed to swallow the majority of her moans. though, it didn’t help when she felt the knot inside her begin to tighten, her hips grinding against his fingers.

“y’gonna cum, sweetheart?” she couldn’t speak, worried she’d be too loud if she opened her mouth, so she nodded frantically, pushing more quickly against him as she chased her high, “that’s it, baby, cum for me, cum for me-” his encouragement almost made it easier, and she did cum, in something akin to a burst: her body fully stilled, as did his movements, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head, the hint of a squeal leaving her parched mouth. her voice sounded almost broken because of the intensity of it, and she practically leaped off of his fingers, unable to take the overstimulation as he had begun to move again.

“sorry - fuck, it’s too much, sorry-” he shook his head, assuring her immediately.

“it’s fine, sweetheart, you’re fine. ‘re ya ‘kay?” his accent came out more aggressively as he checked on her. she’d placed her hands over her face in an attempt to cool its warm flush, trying to catch her breath, as she nodded shakily.

“i’m - i’m, fuck, yeah, i’m fine.” she practically stuttered through her gasps, and he found it endearing, giving her a moment to compose herself. he adjusted the way she sat on him for her to be more comfortable, him fingers kneading the flesh of her thigh gently, hoping the contact would ground her.

it worked, with her taking her hands off her face after a few moments. her eyes had a far-away look to them, but she had a sheepish smile on her face.

“that was - uh, it was really good.” he smiled at her reaction, but it dropped after a moment.

“we can - we can stop, if ya want, sweetheart. if it’s too much-”

“no!” her response was so aggressive that it made him look at her in light amusement, “i mean, no. i don’t want to stop.” he surveyed her with an analytical eye.

“are ya sure?”

“joel, please?” she’d moved closer so her cunt sat inches from his cock, her warmth radiating onto him.

“i-” he went to say something, but seeing her flushed skin, her lust-blown eyes and the plea to fuck him, he seceded.

he pulled her up by her thighs, so she hovered over his cock. she used her hand to hold it steady, before he helped her lower onto him. it took a try or two, with his cock bumping against her clit and making her jolt. his tip caught her entrance in just another moment, though, and she took in a deep breath as she sunk onto him.

“fuck-” his response made up for her wordless one, her face contorting in pleasure as she tried to handle the size of him in her.

“joel-” she needed a moment to adjust, and it seemed as though he’d realized even before her.

“take your time, sweetheart.” she took a deep breath, sinking into joel’s arms further as she felt his thumb over her clit, trying to make the process easier for her.

finally, she mustered the strength to grip onto his shoulders, his hand finding a firm place on her waist, as she strained the muscles in her thighs to lift herself up. she felt a moment of aching emptiness, before she sunk back down on him, his cock catching practically every sensitive spot inside of her, making her moan.

it was a bit laborious, but along with his own effort, they came to a working rhythm seamlessly, and her moans began to be matched by his grunts at the feeling of her warm cunt, enveloping and twitching around him. she felt fucking amazing, and the warm breath of her gasps spurred him to push against her with just that bit more force. her eyes widened, her moans breaking as her breath caught in her throat. she felt her muscles turn to jelly with each thrust, practically being held up just by his hands. her head falls against his shoulder, her breath stuttering. his pace didn’t relent, though, with him readjusting just slightly to do the brunt of the work, fucking up into her as she tried not to let the pleasure consume her.

“joel - joel, you’re, oh, fuck-” she became a mess of mumbles as she attempted to just take it, but she felt her second orgasm oncoming, and way too quickly.

“c’mon, c’mon-” even joel wasn’t really registering what he was saying, focusing on feeling her cunt pulse again, like it had around his fingers. she didn’t make him wait too long, as her mouth fell open and her body tensed, clamming up as her orgasm crashed over her. his name came out in a squeak, and he resisted the urge to moan too loudly by attaching his lips to her neck, taking in the feeling of her pulsating cunt.

she slumped against him, desperately trying to catch her breath, before she was reminded her was still inside her. he helped her off of him and, before he could do anything else, she kneeled back in front of him, positioning her face right in front of his cock and stroking him to completion, his warm cum falling over her face in ropes.

“jesus christ, sweetheart.” he had to physically turn away from her, worried he’d get hard again at the sight, and she let out a tired laugh at his reaction. she rose from the bed after a moment of catching her breath, turning into her bathroom in order to clean herself up. it only took a minute or two, and by the time she’d walked back, joel had managed to pull his jeans back over him, and was desperately searching for his shirt. it was just by her feet, and she could give it to him.

but did she want to?

both of their heads snapped up when they heard the sound of the front door opening.

nicky - she’d come back at her sister’s previously preferred time, 5, and that had become increasingly problematic.

“shit-” she threw his shirt at him, and he caught it with one hand, trying to adjust the button of his pants with the other, “what do we-?” she questioned, as she pulled her shorts over her legs and shirt over her own head.

“just say ya were showing me around?” he suggested, and, through a shaky breath, she nodded.

“smart - smart, uh, do we-?” she gestured to herself, hoping she looked presentable, and the both of them gave each other a once over in approval that neither looked too disheveled, before they opened the door.

of course, those post-orgasm should never be told to rationally judge anything, as nicky and sarah could tell something was off from practically the moment their family members stepped out of the room.

“nicky? you didn’t have to be back so early, you know.” she said it quickly, without thinking, and, upon seeing joel’s what the fuck? expression, she realized how bad it sounded. nicky had, too, her brows furrowing as she turned to sarah, who simply shrugged in similar confusion.

“i’m sorry?” she watched as her sister - and then, to her surprise, mr. miller - came down the stairs.

“that’s not what i meant.” her sister mumbled, a sheepish smile on her face.

“dad, what’re you doing here?” sarah looks at her father quizzically, and he opens his mouth to speak, as she does at the same time.

“just - showing me around-”

“i’m giving him a tour!” they spoke over each other, and she glanced to look at him in slight embarrassment. he was trying his absolute hardest to keep from chuckling.

“anyways, sarah, we should get going. you two have fun?” sarah still looked between the both of them inquisitively, as nicky bore a glare at her sister, as if asking a question telepathically.

“lots of fun, dad.” it’s got an awkward delivery, so he coughs in an attempt to dissuade the tension, turning to her once more.

“it was nice meeting you, then - the both of you.” he smiled at nicky as well, before reuniting with his daughter.

“of course! it was great to see you again, too, sarah.” she mentioned, as she opened the front door for the both of them.

“see you around, sarah. good evening, mr. miller.” nicky spoke from behind her, and the millers nodded in goodbye. the front door shut with a click behind them.

there was a moment of silence between her and nicky, as she leaned against the door, before nicky broke into a big smile.

“i can’t believe you did that.” panic flashed over her face, and she whipped her head to face nicky.

“huh?”

“he’s so much older than you. and my friend’s dad, c’mon!” she sounded annoyed, but the exaggerated nature indicated that it was fake. she immediately tried to deny her sister’s completely true assertion, but the younger girl practically laughed in her face. she rolled her eyes at the reaction, brushing her off.

“shut up, nicky. he’s not even that much older than me.”

only a few meters away, sarah was trying very hard to suppress her own laugh.

“she’s really nice, right, dad?” joel, who had a faraway look in his eyes, hummed in response, prompting her to continue, “nicky’s sister. she’s really nice.”

“yeah - yeah, she is.” joel shrugged, unsure of how exactly to respond to his daughter. he looked down at her, and she had this glint of mischievousness in her eyes.

it worried him.

as he ushered her in when he’d unlocked the door, she’d made a beeline for her room. though, before she made her way up the stairs, she turned back for a moment, looking at him.

“and dad? you’re shirt’s on backwards.” she doesn’t wait for his response, walking up the stairs. shocked, joel looks down at his shirt, where the tag was practically looking him in the face. he sighed, closing the door behind him.

“shit.”

[twilghtkoo]

summary. you’re watching a new anime and you happen to fixate on a certain character that looks like your boyfriend…

pairings. jungkook x reader (f)

genre. fluff!!! suggestive?? implications of sex towards the end

warnings. uhm jungkook cosplaying as suwa rei :o let’s imagine jungkook’s sides are shaved but he has that haircut from his boxing live?? ok?

note. this is my first jungkook work and i just watched the recent ep of buddy daddies and IMMEDIATELY had to write this bc it hit me that rei and kook have the same hair *screams* also y’all remember jungkook had the shaved sides??? YEAH. YEAH.

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“please!”

“no.”

“pleeaase!”

“noooo.”

you huff out a breath. “and if i run away and marry him?” you say questioningly, crossing your arms.

jungkook lets out a chuckle, not minding you any business as he prepares himself a late night snack, ramen.

“ok baby, go ahead.” he nods without any thought, stirring the seasonings in the pot carefully.

do you watch anime all the time? yeah, when you have the free time. he does too. sometimes both of you even cuddle together on the couch and binge watch a new show he or you have mentioned. you take a liking to certain characters, he can see a pattern, and gush over them occasionally during a scene where they pop up. for instance, you both are watching chainsaw man. he doesn’t know how, but you fell in “love” with the character aki. are tsundere men you’re type? is he tsundere?

“kook,” you spoke out, using your upper strength to push yourself off to sit on the countertop.

he hums in response.

you sigh, “baby, i just want to see what you’d look like. come on, a bad ass, game lover, hitman.” you expressed, he doesn’t have to look at you to see that you have those hopeful, beaming eyes. because he knows. he falls for them every time.

jungkook’s ramen is done and he takes the pot off the burner with a cork pot holder in his other hand to sit at the table. “why do you want to see me dress up as him so bad? you’ve never asked me to dress up as any of the other characters you’ve liked.”

you bite your lip, nervously. “yeah, cause i know you would’ve said no and i was too shy to ask. but kook, you’ll literally cosplay this man to a T!” imagining your boyfriend dressed up as suwa rei, from buddy daddies, an anime you recently started. one that popped up on your tiktok and you had found the plot quite interesting.

you realized you’re being ignored when jungkook slurps up a mouthful of noodles and is making angry noises as he chews.

huffing and jumping down from the counter. “fine, i’m going to assume you are thinking about it right now and don’t want to make your cute girlfriend said so i’ll ask you again later.” you ruffle the top of his messy, curly head and leave the kitchen to let him eat peacefully.

you had honestly forgot about it, a couple hours have passed and you’re finishing up an assignment you completely forgot that was due tomorrow as soon as you step foot into the class. you were in your room, sitting on your bed, back resting against a pillow against the headboard as you were quickly typing half-assed answers.

you assumed jungkook was showering, hearing the water running and some noises echo out from the door. he wasn’t crying for help, so all was good and you continued your work.

“babe?” jungkook calls out from the bathroom.

still typing but responding nonetheless, “yeah?”

“can you close your eyes?” your fingers pause above the keyboard, your head turning towards your bathroom door as you spot his feet’s silhouette.

you told your head, confused. “why?”

“just do it.”

“okay,” you do as you were told. “i can no longer see.” you responded, making jungkook giggle slightly which made the corners of your lips turn upward a bit.

after a few seconds of silence you hear the door open.

you hear him huff, “ok, open them now.” he mumbled, loud enough for you to hear.

slowly opening your eyes as you are met with your boyfriend standing before you, his hair slightly damp from the shower he just took, assuming he towel dried it. he’s dressed neck down in a black blazer paired with black dress pants that hug his muscular thighs. a white collar underneath with the grey little waistcoat and a maroon tie. to top it all off, his hair is up, he even remembered to let out a strand dangle, his shaved side burns being revealed.

jungkook is tugging his lip ring with his teeth as he nervously eyes you crawl off the bed with your mouth slightly open. he’s never really been into cosplaying, not sure if he could pull it off like the people he’s seen on social media, but he wants to pull it off in front of you.

“do i look silly?” his hands are tugging at the ends of his blazer, your eyes following it as you gasp with a hand over your mouth.

he even has gloves on.

jungkook’s eyes widen, “what? i look bad? do i look–“

you shake your head, quickly cutting him off as you admire the man in front of you right now.

“no, no, god no, kook. you look fucking hot.” making sure to emphasize the last word. you extend your arm to hold onto the fabric of his clothes, all of a sudden your legs feel like jelly.

he’s quick to hold onto you, tugging you against his front. “careful baby, this suit is designer.” he tells you, smirking. oh, now he’s confident.

“ugh, fuck you. god why are you so hot!” you push yourself away from his hold, voluntarily face planting onto your bed as you kick your feet in frustration.

you hear jungkook chuckling behind you as he slides his hands into the pockets of his pants. “don’t you want to take pictures? this won’t happen again…” jungkook sings out. he’s highly amused on how him dressed up as your favorite character has you acting all frustrated. perhaps, sexually frustrated??

immediately your heard perks up as you frantically search for your phone.

“can we have sex when you’re done playing photographer?” he asks during mid-shoot, continuously posing for you, even trying to mimic rei’s hard glare he has all the time.

“duh.”

[ilovelovewithallmyheart]

Back When We Were Younger

TW: Mentions of drowning, throwing up and fight scenes

“𝘿𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙢.”

𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙩. 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙙. 𝙃𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙙, 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙫𝙪𝙡𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚.

“𝘽𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚.”

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Fate is a strange thing. The stronger it tries to force two people apart, the more those two people are bound to be together.  Even as misunderstandings last and the years pile on, Gojo and Y/n are bound to meet once again. And once they do, something beautiful blossoms in their neglected garden.

Hey guys! It's the author here. I'm imploring you guys to give this a read. It's actually really, really beautiful. I cried a bit while writing the end. There's so much angst, and it all gets tied up in a little ribbon in the end. So please read it all!

If you guys have any requests for one-shots, please request!

Word count: 6k

Time to read: 30 minutes

Okay i swear I'm terrible at writing one shots but it's so so so worth it!

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“Don’t marry him.” 

His face was set. Hard. He took off his blindfold, making himself look more sincere and vulnerable.

“Be with me.”

*12 years ago*

“What’s your type, Geto?” Shoko suddenly asked. 

The entire second-year class was sprawled out on the floor, tired and flattened out by Yaga’s training program.

The entire class seemed to cease breathing due to how sudden the question was.

Geto chuckled warmly. “Where did that come from?”

“C’mon Geto answer the question!” Gojo swatted Geto from his position on the floor.

“Gojo, you answer too.” Y/n giggled. 

“Huuuh!”

Shoko smiled knowingly at Y/n. As Y/n’s best friend, she knew about Y/n’s decade-long crush on Gojo. 

A fruitless crush that was terribly one-sided.

Even after all these years Gojo was still childishly clueless.

“Hmmm.” Geto’s deep voice seemed to rumble. “I would say…someone that is intelligent. A girl that is witty.”

“BOH-RING.” Gojo cupped his hands to his mouth like a megaphone.

“I prefer a tall busty woman with a big ass.” From Y/n’s spot on the floor, she saw Gojo wink and lick his lips at Geto. 

This was the most Y/n ever found out up to that point about Gojo’s type. 

And, to Y/n’s absolute dismay, she was definitely NOT tall, busty, and nor of big ass.

A beat paused, broken by Shoko making an understanding sound. “Yeaaah? I never took you for that kind of guy.”

Another pause, in which Shoko tried to catch Y/n’s eye. Y/n smiled at Shoko jokingly, but Shoko knew Y/n well enough to know that she was crushed.

“What? Every guy wants that kind of girl!” Gojo put his arms up in defense, further adding to Y/n’s bad mood.

Great. Now he basically just said that I’ll die unloved.

Y/n stole a glace at Gojo. He looked deep in thought, his cerulean blue eyes fixed on the ceiling.

“Powerful.”

“Hmm?” Y/n queried.

Gojo turned his head to look a Y/n. 

His feet were pointed to the right of the room, while Y/n was facing left. Nonetheless, their heads were still right next to eachother, only inches apart. “I’ll only date women who are stronger or on par with me in power.” He grinned, and Y/n couldn’t help smiling too. The limited space between them caused a roaring in Y/n’s ears and she quickly turned her head away before Gojo could see her bright red blush forming.

The words suddenly sunk in.

“Bruh.” Y/n died inside.

“Dude-“

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA” Shoko busted out laughing.

“At this point, you’re better off dating yourself.” Geto wheezed, and Gojo good-naturedly laughed as well.

Y/n was the only one not laughing. As the weakest sorceress in the class, this was not a laughing matter. 

Y/n wanted to leap out of the classroom window and drown herself in the river in the moonlight.

“Girls’ turn.” Gojo pressed, after everyone settled down.

Shoko sighed. “I’m not that romantic.”

“Oh come on Shoko!” Y/n whined. Shoko sighed again. “Someone that…is rich.”

“Eyyyyy that’s my girl.” Gojo sat up, and leaned on his arms. Shoko immediately shot up too, glaring at Gojo with intense hate. “Never call me that again.” 

Gojo and Shoko always bickered, and that set them off once again. Over the loud yelling and back-to-back quips, Geto sat up too and moved closer to Y/n. They were the grounded duo, the people that were the most sane. “What about you, Y/n?”

Y/n sat up slowly. The thing is, her type was the complete opposite of Gojo’s character. 

“Someone that can settle down with me and start a family.” She smiled at Geto, appreciating him. Y/n was often forgotten in the class, not having any characteristics that were cool. She blended in with the crowd. But Geto would always seem to find her, even when she was surrounded by a thousand other people.

Somewhere in the back of Y/n’s mind, she still believed that Gojo could settle down with her.

Geto looked up in thought. “That first year seems like a good match. The blondie. What was his name…Kento Nanami!”

Y/n immediately looked over at Shoko. From day one she was preaching that she should go out with Nanami. Shoko winked.

Y/n turned back to Geto. “You think?” She laughed and blushed a little.

Gojo saw Shoko’s wink and stopped arguing. Then he turned to Y/n and saw her blush. A few seconds passed when he could feel a deep falling sensation in his chest, then it was gone.

**

For the next few weeks Y/n felt disturbed. Gojo’s type deeply ruined her peace. She needed closure, something that she could tick off on his list to make her feel better. She could try to do squats, but that was about it. Her cursed technique was a lost cause.

Changing the shape of air.

What a lame excuse for a technique.

It was a Saturday night and Gojo was off in Tokyo doing God knows what. Geto locked himself in his room, probably reading a poetry book and Shoko was out with friends.

Y/n was in the training room. She had nowhere else to be. To pass the time Y/n played around with her technique a little bit. She condensed the air tightly and pushed the mannequins around, the air block being invisible. That was the thing with her technique. No glory to it at all. It was all invisible, and her cursed energy was invisible too. 

“I’ll only date women who are stronger or on par with me in power.”

How can I become stronger? How can I stop being so weak?

“You need to push yourself, Y/n. Force yourself to do things out of the realm of possibility.” Yaga always said.

“I need to push.” Y/n concentrated on her words. 

PUSH.

She literally condensed the air even tighter than she used to. The air was so tight it was super solid. “I wonder…” She thought aloud. She sharpened the end of the block. Made it thinner.

Then, she sent it clean through the mannequin’s neck. It fell to the floor with a thud.

“Holy crap.”

She tried it again. And again. Slice, slice, slice. All the mannequins were now headless by a range of different air weapons. Knives, swords, katanas, multiple weapons at once too.

For the first time in Y/n’s life, she felt powerful. 

**

It was all so easy. She could slice the necks clean off the curses without any effort, and they never even knew she was there. They didn’t even know what killed them.

Y/n felt the power surge through her. She knew, deep down, that she was powerful. More powerful than Shoko. More powerful than Geto.

That final push was all that she needed to unlock the chamber that held her full potential.

And it terrified her.

A person so used to having nothing was now granted everything. 

Y/n didn’t think of herself as a masochist, but she hid her power. Pretended to be the same. She didn’t want things to change. 

She also knew deep down that if she revealed her power, Gojo would finally see her. 

And that was the real masochistic part of Y/n. 

She didn’t want to be seen that way by Gojo. A person only with power. She wanted him to fall for her, not with the power she held.

In the Kyoto sister exchange event, she purposefully got out early and pouted about it in the end. She purposefully stuffed up her one-on-one fights. She purposefully didn’t say a word when Gojo proudly announced that he mastered his domain expansion, knowing that she mastered her's months ago.

She felt wrong about skipping out on hard missions, like when Gojo and Geto had to escort Tengen’s Star Plasma Vessel.

(SEASON 2 SPOILERS AHEAD)

She felt terrible when the mission failed. A lingering thought in her mind reminded her that if she was on that mission, the Vessel wouldn’t have died.

She felt horrible when Gojo lay on the floor, about to die.

She hated herself for allowing Yaga to usher her and Shoko into a safe room when she should’ve been out there fighting.

And she always blamed herself for Geto turning over to the dark side.

*2 months later*

Y/n sat on the veranda late at night eating ice cream mochi. She couldn’t sleep. The guilt wasn’t as bone-shattering as it was, but it still throbbed from time to time. And this was one of those nights.

Gojo was still strong. He still put on a brave face for her and Shoko.

And Shoko and Y/n never spoke out about those nights when Gojo went missing and returned with his clothes all ruffled and hickeys on his neck. That was his coping mechanism.

“Isn’t it strange, Shoko?” Y/n said vacantly to Shoko one night. 

“What is?” Shoko watched with narrowed eyes as Gojo sauntered back to his dorm, clearly drunk and dishevelled. 

“Isn’t it ironic how one person’s coping mechanism is the one thing causing another person to not be able to cope at all?” Y/n thought about that sentence from time to time. And she thought about that sentence while she ate her mochi. 

Gojo was at that point in his relationship where he never even came back at night at all. He never spoke of her, never brought her out to meet Y/n and Shoko. She wasn’t ever mentioned. There was never a name. Y/n just referred to her in her head as ‘the other woman’.

On that mochi feast night Lana Del Rey’s ‘The Other Woman’ played on Y/n’s spotify shuffle the exact moment Gojo swayed through the Jujutsu Tech Gates. (recommended that you play it while you read)

“I wonder what she’s like.” Y/n said softly to herself. A burning sensation filled her chest, the same one that always came when she thought about the other woman.

He walked drunkenly over to his dorm while the music played.

♩The other woman has time to manicure her nails♩

♩The other woman is perfect where her rival fails♩

♩And she’s never seen with pin curls in her hair anywhere♩

In order to get to his dorm, he needed to pass Y/n’s dorm. He staggered towards her and she clenched her fists.

♩The other woman enchants her clothes with French perfume♩

♩The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room♩

As Gojo turned right to his dorm building he swayed and fell.

Y/n immediately sprang up to help him.

She lifted his limp body off the floor and cradled his head. She observed his outfit. A button-up that was buttoned up wrong, jeans that were zipped but not buttoned, a red angry hickey on his neck and red lipstick marks all over his mouth and chest.

He looked at her through heavy lids, his beautiful, beautiful blue eyes roaring with the ocean’s waves.

♩And there are never toys that’s  scattered everywhere♩

“Gojo, come on, stand up.” Y/n attempted to heave Gojo upwards, but he groaned in protest. Seeing Gojo in that kind of state with another woman’s lipstick all over him made her want to pick him up and throw him into the river, and then drown herself alongside him.

♩And when her old man comes to call♩

♩He finds her waiting like a lonesome queen♩

Y/n gave up on trying to move him and just sat with his head in her lap. She stared into his eyes and he dimly stared back. She sighed. “Did she kick you out? You usually stay at your girlfriend’s house all night.”

A glint returned to his eyes. He grimly smiled. “She’s not my girlfriend.” He replied in a thick voice. The first thing he said all night. “And it’s none of your business.” A harsher cut to his words sent a fresh wave of despair to wash over Y/n.

♩’Cause to be by her side♩

“You forgot to turn your Infinity on” Y/n realised with a start. She glared at Gojo. “That was stupid and reckless of you.” The first time she touched him. And it was because he wanted to get touched by the other woman.

“No,” He murmured lowly.

“I never have my infinity on when I’m with you.”

♩It’s such a change from old routine♩

Y/n’s mouth parted in shock and her arms lifted hesitantly. Strength seemed to return to Gojo’s limbs and he stood up and looked at Y/n before turning to his dorm.

Y/n was still on the ground as she watched Gojo walk to his dorm, his back to her.

♩The other woman will always cry herself to sleep♩

♩The other woman will never have his love to keep♩

♩And as the years go by, the other woman will spend her life alone♩

The next week came and Y/n felt even worse about Geto, and now about Gojo. She was confused about what he meant by his infinity, and even more so when Gojo acted like nothing happened. She was staring at the moon as it slowly began its ascent into the sky.

‘The Other Woman’ was playing again, and was just about to end.

It felt like a knife was stabbed into her heart and twisted left and right at what she saw next.

Gojo.

Leaving the high school with another buttoned-up shirt, this time with a wrapped-up gift.

♩Alone♩

*10 years later*

Y/n left the Jujutsu world as soon as she graduated. She left as a grade 4 sorcerer, meaning she wasn’t of any use to the higher-ups anyway. She got a job as a pharmacist and had been living peacefully and happily ever since. She still contacted Shoko occasionally, but she cut all contact with Gojo.

She never attempted to contact him, and he never attempted to contact her.

It was better that way, Y/n believed. He was a ghost of her sorceress past, a dark and twisted part of her life that she decided to leave behind. Y/n never bothered to think about her feelings about him. In the past 10 years, her feelings for Gojo didn’t fade, truthfully. They were beaten down and thrown to the side, ignored for a decade.

In truth, she had seen someone lately. A gorgeous tall man called Asahi who was the CEO of a technology company. She didn’t think anything of it. 

It wasn’t that big of a deal.

He’s just a billionaire, that’s it.

It was just one date. 

But one date turned into two dates. 

Two dates turned into three.

Three dates turned into four.

Four dates turned into a casual stay at the Peninsula Tokyo (one of the most expensive luxury hotels).

It came to a point where the relationship was becoming serious, and it scared Y/n. At the point they were headed…it was a clear road to marriage. She couldn’t even count the number of dates they had gone on anymore.  And she had no idea why she wasn’t excited.

The next date was to an expensive restaurant in Tokyo, the day before Christmas.

Y/n got ready beforehand. She put on a red dress, and black heels and styled her hair in curls.

(Jujutsu Kaisen Zero Movie Spoilers Ahead!!)

She did a quick once over in the mirror and was overall happy with what she looked like. She got two notifications on her phone.

Asahi:

Can’t wait to have dinner with you. Are you a fan of soft-shell crabs?

Y/n smiled and replied:

That sounds great, but that’s not on the menu?

She checked her other message. Little did she know that that message would change her life forever.

Shoko:

Right now. Shinjuku. Urgent.

Y/n’s heart dropped to her stomach. This could only mean one thing. Jujutsu chaos. And if Shoko asked for help from a Grade 4 sorceress, it was urgent. Y/n didn’t even change out of her dress. She found a Fox mask to cover her face and urgently sent a text to Asahi cancelling the date.

Public transport wouldn’t get her there in time. She had a hunch. So, with her red dress billowing behind her and expensive heels click-clacking she jumped from roof to roof, her curled hair streaming behind her in the moonlight.

Meanwhile, Asahi got her text and sadly clutched the small black box containing a diamond ring inside. 

**

The skyline of Shinjuku was horrid. Dozens of low-level curses flew in, blocking out the sky. Gruesome and oozing, Y/n watched in terror, her feet rooted to the spot. She shakily stepped to the ledge of the roof and watched as Jujutsu Sorcerors and students alike fought with all their might. The night breeze made her shiver in her dress.

Then, taking a deep breath, she created hundreds of blades in the air, more than she had ever done before.

“Oh?” A student said, from down below. “Kaeru, is it just me, or did the air just get really thin here?” 

Y/n took a deep breath.

Then she pushed the blades forward, stabbing and decapitating hundreds of curses all at once.

Students dodged in terror as the bodies plunged from the sky, while Sorcerors stared in amazement.

 “Who did that?” 

“Was it Gojo?”

“I can’t detect any cursed energy,” Nanami mumbled. He easily dodged the severed head of a curse. He inspected the head but found no trace of cursed residue.

He scanned the skyline, and his eyes widened. A woman, in a red dress with a mask on.

(I just made this bit up, so the spoilers are over for the movie!)

A fresh wave of monsters appeared. This time, they were even more powerful than the rest. “Special grade.” Y/n’s eyes widened in horror. Giant, deformed curses stumbled in, grabbing sorcerers and ripping them apart. The blood of a young student splayed out onto the streets. 

Y/n remembered Geto, and how she failed him. She remembered being young and weak. Then she remembered her power.

She jumped off the roof and summoned a large blade to slice through the giant’s head in a second. She then landed on the giant’s head as it hit the ground. More giants stumbled in. “EVERYONE GET BACK!” Y/n roared. Registered Sorcerers ushered the students and themselves back in awe. Nanami took off his goggles, his jaw slack.

Four special-grade giants thundered in, their roars cut short by their bodies being sliced to shreds spontaneously by a range of hand movements made by Y/n. The slices fell to the floor with a large thud and Y/n was covered in Curse Blood. The crowd of sorcerors were silent. Y/n panted heavily, then turned to the crowd. “Does anyone know where the really deadly curses are?” 

“Who are you?” A student asked. Y/n shook her head. Nanami cleared his throat. “With Gojo.” She turned towards him. Her eye twitched behind the mask. “And where might he be?” 

“The roof of the Shinjuku Center Building.” 

Y/n nodded. “Thank you." Then she was off.

She thundered down the streets. 

“With Gojo.”

She mentally prepared herself to meet him again. That night with the mochi was the last time they actually spoke one-on-one. 10 years ago. 

He won’t know it’s me, right? 

A boom erupted above Y/n, and debris rained down from above. She looked up and saw a cockroach curse with a dozen eyes attack Gojo relentlessly. She saw him dodge and attack. She’d observed Gojo training enough times in the past to know that he’d tired out. His attacks were less sharp and the dodges required more energy.

She created air platforms ascending to the roof and began climbing up. Gojo was too focused on the battle to notice her. Y/n paused for a moment. Gojo looked different.

He was taller, but more muscular and less lanky. His face was sharper and less soft-looking. But his eyes, they were always and forever the same eyes that she fell in love with when she was seven.

The cockroach lunged at Gojo and he didn’t react fast enough. Springing into action, Y/n jumped in front of him just in time to push the cockroach back with an air barrier. In a spur-of-the-moment decision, she decided to show off. She stuck a dozen sharp hooks into the cockroach and it bellowed out a scream. Then she extended out her arms in a sharp movement and the hooks dislodged, ripping out the flesh of the cockroach’s head into hundreds of pieces. It fell to the floor in a splat. 

Silence.

She was panting, hard. She turned backwards to see Gojo with his eyes wide open. They darted over to the cockroach’s corpse, then fixed on Y/n. He looked like he just saw a ghost. Y/n felt her hands itching to rip the mask off her face. She clenched her fists and jumped off the building.

Gojo stepped over to the ledge of the building and watched her disappear into Shinjuku’s streets.

Y/n.

**

On Christmas day (the next day) Asahi proposed to Y/n at their rescheduled dinner.

She said yes.

**

On New Year’s day, Y/n was working the overnight shift at her pharmacy. Technically, it was already the New Year. Y/n looked at her watch: 2:24 am.

She sighed. No one ever came to the pharmacy at this hour. Idly, she examined the diamond ring Asahi gave her. It sparkled in all of its 18 carats. She couldn’t even fathom how much that would’ve cost. 

In truth, she was happy that she was getting married to Asahi. She just wasn’t…thrilled. As a little girl, she pictured her wedding a billion times; the excitement, the giddiness and pictured that she would wake up next to the love of her life for the rest of her days. It didn’t feel at all like how she pictured it. It felt normal. To be fair, maybe the reason was because she always pictured Gojo next to her on that wedding aisle.

The bell on the pharmacy door rang suddenly. She immediately put her ring in her pocket. She didn’t want to lose it or have it slide off her finger.

“Welcome to-“ Her voice faltered at the end.

“Happy New Year Y/n.” Gojo was dressed in a warm coat, his hands tucked into his pockets. He had sunglasses on, even though it was the dead of night.

Y/n couldn’t believe that Gojo was there, at her small pharmacy. 

“Happy New Year Gojo.” She smiled and put on her best clueless voice. “Man, I haven’t seen you in 10 years!” She let out a slightly hysterical laugh.

“I bought this on the way here.” He placed a stuffed toy cockroach on the counter. Y/n stared at the cockroach, gobsmacked. 

Is he trying to be funny?

“Oh haha!!” Another hysterical laugh. “That’s random.” She smiled and grabbed the cockroach, fiddling with it, refusing to look at Gojo. She could feel his eyes boring into her.

He yanked the cockroach out from her arms.

“Thank you.” Gojo’s voice was sincere. Y/n finally looked up.

“Thank you for saving me, Y/n.” He placed the cockroach back on the counter. “Haha from what?” She realised regretfully that her voice sounded extremely strained and fake. Gojo smiled wide easily. “How did you get so strong? It was SUPER cool what you did back there.” He hoisted himself up on the counter, and faced Y/n.

He’s going to be here a while.

Y/n smiled. 

“I was always like that.” Gojo’s smile was immediately wiped from his face. “I just…didn’t reveal it.” “Ohhh, really?” He looked deep in thought. “You know, you could be as strong as me!” He dangled his legs childishly. Y/n scoffed and swatted Gojo’s legs. “No way.” 

“Yes way.” he grabbed Y/n’s shoulders. “Why were you in a dress though?”

Y/n hesitated but decided to go for it. 

“I was supposed to go on a date with my fiance.” She smiled painfully. Gojo’s arms went limp and fell from her shoulders. Y/n swallowed a lump in her throat. “Would you like to see the ring?” Gojo regained his happy face with difficulty. He nodded.

She took out the heavily diamond-clad ring from her pocket and handed it to Gojo. He stared at it in his hand. “Wow haha Cubic Zirconia! He couldn’t get diamonds?” He smiled like a puppy at Y/n. “No, it’s 18-carat diamonds.” His mouth twitched. “Haha, he must be rich then!” He didn’t look like he was laughing.

“Yeah, he’s a part of the Asahi family.” She took the ring back and put it in her pocket. A vein was popping in his forehead. “Yes, but I’m a part of the Gojo Clan.” 

Y/n smiled blankly at Gojo. “yes…I know.” She deadpanned.

He got off the counter abruptly. “See you later!” He smiled sweetly again.

Y/n nodded cautiously, unsure of when ‘later’ was.

On the way home, Gojo punched a bronze statue to the floor.

**

Three days passed with no Gojo. 

Y/n didn’t have work that day and decided to stay and chill at her apartment. The cockroach plushie from Gojo was placed on the couch.

The doorbell rang, and Y/n got up to answer it. “pizza pizza pizza!” she muttered happily. She opened the door, and there stood Gojo. He had to tilt his head down to fit in the doorframe. She frowned. “You’re not pizza.” 

“No I’m not.” He still smiled. “Come on, I’ve planned a fun day ahead!” He grabbed Y/n and sped out of the building. “Where are we going?” Y/n stumbled after him. He looked back and grinned. “Our old high school!”

**

“Wow, I’ve missed this place” Y/n looked around the old high school. It looked exactly like how it used to 11 years ago. Nostalgia hit her like a train. The river that she felt tempted to drown herself in at least twice a day, and the famous dorms. She stared at the spot where Gojo collapsed and fell, then carried on.

“I teach here.” Gojo stuck his tongue out playfully. “Oh wow…” 

Gojo guided her to their old classroom. She flashed back to that moment 11 years ago when their class was on the floor, talking about their types. Back when everything was rosy. “Why did you bring me here?” Y/n asked. “Because,” Gojo sat on the teacher’s desk, “we are going to catch up.” 

“Where were you for 10 years?” He took off his blindfold. 

**

They ended up talking for the entire day. 

Everything felt like how it was when they were teenagers. Laughing easily, remembering funny moments. They ended up on the floor just like that day.

A bug landed on Gojo’s chest and Y/n quickly swatted it away. “Oh.” She observed. “What?” Gojo hummed. “Your infinity,” she frowned. “It isn’t on.” He turned to face her. “I told you. When I’m with you it’s never on.”

She smiled. “I remember that.” Y/n was glad Gojo could remember it too. After he acted like nothing happened, Y/n thought that was just her imagination. The butterflies that she knew all too well fluttered in her stomach.

Shoko walked through the halls and spotted the two of them, sprawled out over the door. She grinned. “Oh, Shoko! You’re here?” Gojo patted a spot on the floor next to him. Shoko gave Gojo a knowing look. She knew that Gojo was aware she was on campus. He just wanted alone time with Y/n.

“Isn’t this just like old times?” Y/n commented after Shoko lay on the floor with them. No one mentioned the absence of Geto.

“God, back then I was insufferable.” Shoko laughed. “I can’t believe you’re engaged to a billionaire Y/n.” Y/n texted Shoko the day before about it.

Gojo laughed. “I know.” Shoko glared at Gojo.

“Back then, I was really short.” Y/n stared up at the ceiling. “You were. I used to pat your head all the time.” Shoko chuckled tenderly. Gojo stayed silent.

“Back then, I was head over heels for Y/n.” Gojo said softly.

“Honestly, I still am a little bit.”

Shoko sucked in a breath. Y/n’s stomach DROPPED. She shot upwards and ran out of the class.

Shoko sat up too and slapped Gojo. “I can’t believe you said that to an engaged woman!” Gojo sat up too. “What? I said back then!” He put his arms up in joking surrender, but a deep frown settled on his face. 

“And then you said you still like her!”

Shoko glared at Gojo. “Back then, Y/n was head over heels for you too! She’s been in love with you since you were seven!” Gojo’s arms dropped. 

“So…all those nights in front of the dorms,” he looked at her, “when I went into the city and she was watching…” his voice was soft and his face was ghostly.

She nodded grimly.

“did Y/n still like me…?”

 Shoko nodded.

“until when?” Gojo held his breath.

“she never stopped.” Shoko looked at him. 

“Even now?”

Shoko glared at him. “Yes.”

*Last night*

Shoko and Y/n stayed up late talking about Y/n’s engagement.

“I can’t believe you got over Gojo. I thought you never would.” Shoko said over the phone. The line crinkled. 

“I never did.” Y/n sighed. “I just ignored it because I knew I could never get over him.”

Shoko was speechless. “So do you still like him?” 

“Yes. But nothing will ever happen and I’m getting married” Y/n sounded like she was on the brink of despair.

“Do you love Asahi?” Shoko asked. “Yes.” Y/n replied.

A pause.

“Do you love him more than Gojo?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever love someone like I love Gojo.”

*Present Day*

“I don���t think I’ll ever love someone like I love Gojo.”

Y/n was furiously running down the steps of Jujutsu Tech.

The clouds gathered together to let down a torrential downpour from the heavens.

I knew this was a mistake. I knew and I came here anyway.

Gojo loves me.

He loved me in the past.

Then why did he-

“Y/n!” Gojo ran after her. He easily caught up to her and grabbed her shoulder. 

“No, no, no.” Y/n could feel tears in her eyes. “Don’t you dare touch me. Don’t you dare-“ Her lip trembled. 

“Don’t you dare tell me you love me after making me watch you go to that girl in Tokyo!” Her voice was thick and her eyes filled with tears. 

She quickly went down some more stairs but Gojo caught up.

“You never told me that-“ He tried, his arms trying to grab her.

She slapped his arm away. “That doesn’t matter!” She practically growled.

“Geto was gone, okay? I was broken, and I-“ Gojo began, following Y/n down the stairs.

“So were we all!” Y/n cried. She tried not to slip in the rain. “I thought Geto leaving was my fault!”

She paused on the stairs, looking angrily at Gojo. He stared at her, shocked. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Gojo asked, pain written all over his face. 

“Because you were out getting gifts, and presents for your girlfriend-“

“She was never my girlfriend-“

“And coming back drunk and messy-“

“That gift was meant for you!”

Y/n stopped. She looked at Gojo with furrowed brows.

“I was going to ask her if it was a good gift for you. If you’d like it. We never emotionally connected, okay? Hell, I - I don’t even remember her name!”

Y/n went dead silent.

*11 years ago**

Gojo remembered that night perfectly. 

It was a memory he revisited often.

He was blindingly drunk, and when he stepped through the school gates he saw Y/n, sitting listening to music.

When he fell and his head was in Y/n’s lap, he honestly thought he died. 

She was so beautiful. Her hair, her eyes, it was all in the moonlight. He could basically see the kindness and compassion in her eyes. She looked like an angel. Gojo wouldn’t mind dying if she was the angel greeting him to the afterlife.

“Did she kick you out? You usually stay at your girlfriend’s house all night.” He smiled at the ridiculousness of the thought. 

Why would I date anyone when there’s Y/n?

“She’s not my girlfriend.” He didn’t want her to concern herself with the woman he went to. Y/n was too good for that. “And it’s none of your business.”

Y/n hands were on his chest, and they felt so warm. Gojo knew he could stay there happily forever. She rebuked him for turning his infinity off the entire night, but it was never on when he was with her. Just if she wanted to touch him.

He kept holding onto that chance. He kept waiting for that day to come, so it was never on.

The next week, he bought a necklace for Y/n, followed by a handwritten note.

I hope she likes it.

Gojo never gave it to her. For some reason, Y/n distanced herself from him.

And he never heard from her for the next 10 years. He wanted to text and call. He knew where she was, what she was studying, where she worked. He always checked up on her, making sure she was safe. 

But Y/n looked happy with her new life. Gojo didn’t want to take that away from her.

When Y/n flew back into his life, he thought it was a sign. His feelings for her were back, now stronger than ever. And he was determined to make sure she never left him again.

**Present Day**

Y/n spluttered. Her jaw was clenched. She searched Gojo’s face, then replied. “I’m leaving now, okay? I’m getting married, and I can’t be doing this. My fiance wouldn’t like it.” She turned and left.

“Screw what your husband wants! What do you want?” He stepped forward, but Y/n conjured up a wall. She paused. “it doesn’t matter what I want. It hurts too much to be with you.”

She left him there, in the rain.

*8 months later*

It was Y/n’s wedding day. 

She spent those 8 months plunging her entire soul into wedding planning to drown out her misery. 

The wedding was nothing short of glamorous. Asahi made sure of that. The venue was huge too - Asahi had a lot of friends. He told Y/n to invite everyone she knew as well, even if they weren’t super close. She hesitated to send Gojo an invitation but decided to send one anyway. 10 years of knowing him and loving him couldn’t be undone in a single day, no matter how painful that day was.

Asahi and Y/n decided to have their ceremony in the Asahi company’s skyscraper at night. There were professional hair stylists and makeup artists prepping her for the ceremony. After they were done, Y/n slipped on her wedding dress.

She was absolutely adamant that she had a classic wedding dress. None of the ruffles and lace and 7-foot-long veil nonsense. A beautiful white silk dress with a wide neckline and a cinched waist. Perfect for Y/n, and it made her look stunning. 

She still couldn’t fathom that she was getting married. That this was the beginning of forever. She couldn’t believe that she was getting married, and not to Gojo.

Suddenly the chandeliers were too bright. The roses in the room too fragrant. The skyscraper too cramped.

She quietly slipped away to the rooftop as the guests started arriving. 

On the rooftop, the bustling sounds of the city soothed her. The night breeze gently caressed her red face. She could finally breathe again. 

She hoped she wasn’t making a terrible mistake.

Her sorceress instincts were telling her there was someone on that rooftop with her. And she knew exactly who it was.

“creeping on me on my wedding day Gojo?” Y/n joked. He stepped out from the shadows. He smiled. He was wearing a tuxedo, and he looked good. More better than good. It caused a twist of an unexplainable emotion in Y/n’s heart.

Y/n smiled, causing a stab of pain in Gojo’s heart. “Thank you for coming to my wedding Gojo. I’m sorry about what happened the last time we met up.” Gojo’s strong facade slipped. He was trying to be strong for Y/n. He didn’t want to ruin her day. But just the thought of Y/n, his girl, being gone forever…

“You look really beautiful, Y/n”

Just stick to the plan, Gojo.

He swallowed a lump in his throat and brought out a wrapped gift box from behind his back.

Y/n stopped breathing.

“is this-?” She softly picked up the box.

“From all those years ago.” Gojo confirmed.

The gift box that Gojo was supposed to give Y/n 11 years ago. The wrapping was old and crinkled, taped messily together.

“You kept it all this time?” Y/n’s eyes were glassy. He tried to act casually. “It means a lot to me. I couldn’t just get rid of it.” He nodded his head over to the box.

“Come on. Open it.” He grinned. Y/n nodded slowly, tore open the wrapping and opened the box. Inside the box was a smaller box with a note. “Read the note after you open it.” Gojo nudged. 

Y/n opened the box, and inside was a beautiful golden necklace with an eye-shaped pendant. Inside the eye was a gleaming sapphire stone, the exact same colour as Gojo’s eyes. “It’s beautiful.” Y/n stared at the necklace in awe. “Read the note.” Gojo took a step closer to Y/n.

The note was clearly old. It was crinkly and was written on lined paper. The handwriting was messy and boyish, giving Y/n a stab of nostalgia.

An eye necklace, because I’ll only ever have eyes for you, Y/n.

Y/n wanted to throw up and cry. This note pierced her heart and sent what felt like a dozen weights to fall on her shoulders.

Why would Gojo give me this gift knowing that I still love him?

“Why did you give me this Gojo?” Y/n asked with tears in her eyes. “You know I’ve loved you for so long. You know I still love you. So why, on my wedding day?” Y/n was borderline begging, asking for a reason to not believe the note. To not surrender her heart to Gojo.

Stick to the plan, Gojo.

Stick to the plan, Gojo.

He clenched his fists.

Screw the plan.

“I love you Y/n. I’ve loved you since, god, probably longer than you. And I know everything is messed up now because I didn’t have the guts to tell you, but I’ve never stopped loving you. Not in those ten years we didn’t speak, and I know that I’ll never stop loving you. I knew immediately that it was you in that red dress because I never stopped believing in your cursed energy. I never stopped believing in you Y/n. And I never stopped believing in us. That’s why I always had my infinity off around you. And that’s why I’ve kept this necklace this long.”

Y/n was heaving with sobs.

“So please, Y/n.” He looked so vulnerable. “Don’t marry him.” He took off his blindfold, his beautiful cerulean eyes searing into Y/n’s soul. A decade of staring into those eyes flashed in Y/n’s mind. A decade of loving him.

He looked so, so vulnerable. He looked just like the Gojo Y/n fell in love with all those years ago. Boyish and soft.

“Be with me.”

Y/n hugged Gojo so tightly as if the world depended on it. She held him so tight as if the sky was crashing down on her and he was her only safety net.

He buried his head in Y/n’s hair. 

“Yes.” She sobbed. “I’ll follow you wherever you go.” 

Gojo’s body seemed to collapse. His chest suddenly started shaking. 

He let go of Y/n and cupped her face in his hands. The amount of love he felt for her felt bigger than the whole world. He didn’t know that a human could love that much. His heart swelled so big.

“Gojo…what should we do? I’m supposed to get married tonight. I can’t just leave.” Worry crossed Y/n’s face, and Gojo wanted to wipe that worry right off her face. He wanted to wipe off and eliminate all the pain he had caused her. 

“Yeah, we can.” Gojo grinned. “What do you mean by-“

Gojo suddenly had Y/n in his arms bridal style. “Where are you taking me?” Y/n felt breathless. “To the start of forever.”

He then jumped off the skyscraper with Y/n in his arms.

[formerlyz]

I found a really cute pose/comic base (attached under the cut) earlier and I had to. Kazuki just really likes when Rei steals his hoodie ❤️💙

[leysgrimes]

PLAYING DANGEROUS (Rick Grimes x fem!reader)

note: Y/n is a hyperfeminine girl in a zombie apocalypse who’s fallen in love with this charming man Rick Grimes. PS. this is my first post&smut! i hope you like it

warning: smut, 18+, minors DNI!, pet names, alexandria!rick grimes.

+ yes i do accept requests!!<3

¡ DO NOT repost, copy, translate my projects !

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You were on your bed staring at the roof with your hand on your stomach until you heard footsteps coming towards you, Rick steps out of the bathroom with his cop suit that Deanna gave him.

That was a fast turn on for you, since you’ve never seen him like this before, he walks toward you and stops at the edge of the bed, you get closer and sit in front of him, Rick was still standing looking at you from above loving the way you were down there looking at him with those beautiful doe eyes.

He puts a hand in your chin to hold eye contact “you look so good in that suit officer” you said and it felt like a whisper, he smirks moving the hair that was on your face.

“Officer?” he asks tilting a little bit his head and you nod, he makes a sign to open your mouth and slowly puts his thumb in it moving it, ‘till you gag a little bit, he smirks, “you’re so sensible, i love it” he then removed his thumb and focuses to your neck moving his hand right there and slowly putting you down and going on top of you kissing your neck and bringing his hands on your hips.

You close your eyes as he starts to kiss every inch of your soft skin, you moan making him chuckle going back up and removing his jacket as you’re watching while biting your soft lips.

He then focuses on you again, but now he starts kissing your lips, every second that kiss becomes more passionate; Rick pulls away and moves to your ear “darling…i’ve got to go, Deanna is waiting for me” he whispers…breathless, as the both of them know that he didn’t want to, but you wrap your legs around him “you can’t leave now” you whisper giving him puppy eyes, since you were in a dress it was easier for him as he starts rubbing your clit making you moan louder “fuck…” he smiles and goes down as you had him between your legs as he takes off your panties and adds two fingers inside of you.

Your eyes closed and head tilted backward as your walls squeezed his fingers. Signs of an impending orgasm emerged, the swell of bliss making its way up your core.

Your expression quickly changed to one of disappointment when Rick's fingers left your hole, the sense of emptiness outweighing any pleasure “wha…” without letting you finish your sentence he starts to suck your clit making your back arch as you started crying and moaning his name putting your hand though his hair going in rhythm with his movements.

As you came he goes up and kisses you making you taste a little bit of yourself then he gently puts back your panties on again.

You get up and adjust the jacket that he rapidly put on, you look up and smile kissing his lips “I hope Deanna is patient, you’re making her wait for so long already” you say giggling as he rolls his eyes and give you a last forehead kiss before leading his way to the door as you watch him leave.

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