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xxrainshadowsxx · 1 year

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Interpersonal Chapter 4

Heh. I'm not going to spoil anything, but things start to get spicy this chapter.

A couple weeks later, you were putting up with a particularly slow day when your computer pings with an email. You pull it up and see that it’s an invitation to some sort of event. You forward it off to Mr. Onceler, not expecting to hear about it again. He gets a lot of these requests and so far, he’s ignored every single one of them. So you’re surprised when he comes into your office moments later, asking you to clear his schedule for Thursday and Friday so he can attend.

You pull up his schedule and hasten to reschedule and cancel his appointments for those days, trying to avoid his eyes. Despite your agreement to forget what had happened, every time you see him, you’re reminded of it, and more often than not, the memory causes your cheeks to become enflamed. You’ve also caught yourself staring at him all too often, which both annoyed and confused you.

“Anything else you need from me? Travel ticket?” you ask, still attempting to be diligent with your job, no matter how awkward you felt.

“No need. We’ll just take my private jet,” he shrugs. The sentence is casual enough, but a few words catch you totally off guard.

“Wait a minute, pause. What do you mean, ‘we?’” you ask. He looks at you in confusion.

“You’re coming with me, of course,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Hope you didn’t have anything important this weekend, we won’t get back until Sunday.”

“No, that’s fine. I can come,” you mumble. “So, I’ll get two train tickets then?” You’re desperately trying to distract him and make him forget about the other thing he said that you didn’t particularly like.

“No, I told you we’ll take my plane.” Dammit. No such luck. You squirm uncomfortably.

“Do we really have to fly?” you ask desperately, abandoning all sense of pride.

He raises an eyebrow at you, looking highly amused. “We won’t get there fast enough if we take the train,” he points out. “You’re not scared of flying, are you?”

You sigh. You were hoping to avoid this topic. “I’m not overly fond of it, no,” you reluctantly admit.

He chuckles, and you attempt to glare at him, but he puts his hand over yours and your brain completely short-circuits. “Don’t worry,” he reassures you. “I’ll be with you the whole time, nothing’s gonna happen.” He begins to walk back to his own office, leaving your hand cold. “Don’t bother coming in tomorrow, I’ll pick you up at your place around nine. Plan for four days.” With that, he exits, leaving you to process your new weekend plans.

To distract yourself from overanalyzing his hand touch, you pull up the email again to try and gauge how fancy this is going to be. After you scan the invitation, you find that it’s a charity gala. Okay. So very formal. Which means you were likely going to be completely out of your element. Great.

You were also questioning why the hell he needed his PA at a gala he wasn’t even hosting, but you suppose that point isn’t worth arguing. It was very much in your job description to accompany him to events. You just hadn’t realized those events would see you rubbing shoulders with some of the richest people in the country.

Before you leave for the evening, you make a pit stop at Mr. Onceler’s desk. He’s working on some form of paperwork, but immediately looks up and puts it off to the side as you approach. You try and ignore his very obvious delight as you pull up a chair, instead doing your damndest to focus on the questions you had. “So, dress code for this? Black tie?”

“Yup,” he clarifies easily enough. “Do you have something or do you want me to bring you anything?" The question is asked with no judgment, but it nonetheless makes you squirm as you're reminded just how damn wealthy these people are, and that you absolutely don't run in the same circles.

"I should be okay… but maybe grab something just in case? I'm not exactly in familiar territory here," you say.

"It's really nothing to worry about," he promises. "Just a bunch of people trying to prove that they're more philanthropic than whoever they happen to be talking to. Just stick by me, you'll be fine."

"You say that, but you do realize the most formal event I've ever been to was my senior prom, right?" Your tone is light enough, but your words were 100% sincere. "This isn't exactly something I'm going to be comfortable at, even if you tell me it's no big deal. It's a big deal for someone like me."

"I promise, it's going to be fine," he reiterates. "All you have to do is show up, look pretty, and stay on my arm all night if you're really that nervous. I'll even pay for all your drinks."

"Oh, that's all I have to do?" you tease. Despite everything, he has managed to drastically improve your mood, and you can't resist the opportunity to slip into your easy banter with him. "Looking pretty is not as easy as you think it is."

You're fully expecting him to tease you back. You are not expecting him to snort and mutter, "Trust me, looking pretty is the least of your worries." You feel your cheeks flush crimson as you try and figure out the meaning behind that. Was that an attempt at a compliment? You really aren't sure. But before you can do more than open your mouth as you flounder for words, he beats you to the punch. "I don't want to keep you here all night. I'm sure you have packing to do."

"Oh… of course," you stammer as you collect your things and what remains of your dignity and begin to leave. You've nearly reached the door when you remember to say, "Good night, sir."

"Good night." You don't turn around, but you feel his eyes staring at you until you exit the room and shut the door behind you.

Well. It was going to be a very interesting weekend, that was for sure.

The next morning, as you wait in your living room for him to show up, there's a honk outside at 9 a.m. sharp. You wheel your hastily-packed suitcase behind you, but stop short the second you open the front door.

When he'd said he'd be picking you up, you assumed that meant he'd be driving. But you've learned Mr. Onceler is never one to do anything small, and this is clearly no exception; he's shown up in a whole ass limo, complete with a driver waiting to hold the door open for you.

"Allow me," he says when you get over your shock and manage to make your way down to the car. He relieves you of your luggage before opening the car door, and you receive another small shock when you actually do see Mr. Onceler. For the plane ride, you'd opted for comfort and were only wearing leggings and a T-shirt. He's sitting there in his usual green suit. You feel totally underdressed, which is ridiculous seeing as you're going to be on a God-forsaken plane.

"You weren't expecting me in business casual, were you?" you ask, just to confirm, as you slide in next to him.

"Nah, whatever makes you comfortable," he shrugs. "I'm just most comfortable in this." You suppose you can't argue with that, although you are questioning who the hell felt most comfortable wearing a suit of all things. That seems rude to point out, so you just stay silent as he opens a mini-fridge next to him. "Champagne?"

"At nine in the morning?" you ask with a raised eyebrow.

"Relax, if you want to be technical with it, it's a mimosa. That makes it classy," he defends, giving you that smile that always makes your stomach jump. "Besides, I thought you could use a drink before the flight. Help with your nerves and all." Once again his logic is sound, and you accept the drink he offers you without further complaint.

"How long of a flight is it?" you ask after a couple of minutes.

"It'll take up most of the day,” he replies, watching you closely to gauge your reaction. "We should get in around six, then we'll go to the hotel and not have to do anything until tomorrow."

"And what time tomorrow should I be ready?"

This one he has to think over. "I'd say seven, to be on the safe side," he decides. "The thing doesn't start until eight, but we should leave early in case there's traffic." He doesn't mention it, but there's also the implication that you might need to change to meet the standards of the event.

The car comes to a halt moments later, and a quick look out the window confirms you've come to an airport hangar. You down the rest of your drink in one gulp to avoid turning green.

He gestures for you to exit first, which you begrudgingly do. Now you're forced to confront the plane, which looks way too big considering it was only carrying two passengers. Seeing the flying metal death trap instantly makes you queasy and you stop dead in your tracks, closing your eyes and taking several deep breaths in an attempt to calm down.

"Hey? You okay?" His voice is a reminder that you aren't alone, but more than that, you're struck by the sincerity lacing his words. When you force your eyes open, he's looking at you with genuine concern and even some worry.

"I told you yesterday, I don't like flying," you grit out.

"You said you weren't fond of it. I think this goes a bit beyond 'not fond' of something," he points out.

You huff out a breath of frustration at yourself. He was completely right of course. You'd tried to downplay your fear yesterday, and now that decision was coming back to bite you in the ass. "Fine. I am utterly terrified of flying," you admit. "Once we get to cruising altitude I should be mostly fine, but takeoff and landing…" You trail off as a shudder wreaks its way through your entire body as you remember your horrible fear from the very few times you've flown.

He's still looking worried for you, but seems to have made his mind up about something: you recognize the look on his face from when he's made a particularly difficult decision at work.

He comes up beside you and slips one of his arms around your waist, holding you to his side securely but not being restrictive about it. "Nothing's going to happen. I'll be right with you the whole time," he murmurs. Normally, you'd never allow this, seeing as he's destroying all sorts of boundaries, but at the moment, you couldn't be more grateful. Any support you can get while flying is welcome, and his quiet confidence, steadiness, and reassurances are offering you an unbelievable amount of comfort.

You allow him to lead you to the base of the stairs to board the flight. He's forced to release his hold on your waist since there's only room to board one at a time, but he stays close behind you as you climb the stairs and dart to the nearest available seat in the cabin.

The interior doesn't look at all like you're used to, closer resembling a hotel suite than a commercial flight. The seat you're in is wide and comfortable, and there are no seats next to you. Instead, there's one directly across from you. That's the seat Mr. Onceler takes, allowing for that sure, steady presence to still be available for you.

However, now that you're physically on board, your fear starts to settle back in. You have to grip your own hands tightly to stop them from shaking, and you can't stop your eyes from darting over to glance out the window every few seconds.

"Stop looking outside," he gently chastises you. "You're only going to freak yourself out worse."

"I know, but I literally cannot help it," you manage to get out through gritted teeth. The plane begins to move, and you let out a whimper as your knuckles turn white as you grip the armrests.

He's now looking around frantically as well. You have no idea what he's searching for. He only stops when he looks down, his eyes fixating on something. "It'll have to do," he mutters before he grabs his own tie and begins undoing it with quick fingers. "Lean towards me," he orders.

"What are you-"

"Just lean over here!" he says with such force you can't help but obey. The second you're close enough, he wraps the tie around your eyes, effectively blocking your vision. "There. Now you can't look out the window," he says smugly as he knots the fabric just below your ponytail. You'd respond with a thanks, but now you're shaking for a whole different reason. Being blindfolded by his fucking tie feels entirely too intimate, even if it's for an innocent reason. You're also smelling pine and bergamot, a scent that over the past few months you've come to associate with your boss. You've never smelled it so strongly, and it's never smelled so good before.

"Give me your hands," he says quietly. As if acting on their own accord, your hands unclench themselves and blindly search for his. He grasps your hands in each of his own and fuck…

Whenever you'd touched his hands before, he always had gloves on. Always. But in the time it took for him to blindfold you and take your hands, he'd removed his gloves, thereby removing another barrier between the two of you.

And as dangerous, as stupid as this was, you can't find the capacity to care about these walls coming down. No, if anything you're secretly celebrating, which is ridiculous.

The plane gives a horrible lurch just then, and you're guessing it's left the ground now. You jump, your hands twitching in his before he squeezes them tighter. "Breathe," he reminds you, and you can't help but let out a horribly embarrassing, breathy little moan at his words. His mouth must be right by your ear; you can feel his breath on your neck. The fact that you can't see is pushing your other senses into overdrive, and intentionally or not, he's taking full advantage of that fact. "Relax, I'm right here, nothing is going to happen to you," he continues to murmur into your ear. And the more he speaks, the more you want him to…

He reaches behind you and removes his tie, and you have to blink a few times to get used to having your sight returned to you. "We're at cruising," he informs you. "You alright?"

"Y-yeah," you manage to gulp out as you try and calm yourself down. You'd had a visceral reaction to what he'd done, and having it end so abruptly was a bit shocking to you. You were also desperately trying to sort out exactly what had happened.

The problem with sorting yourself out was that it required being honest. And if you were being honest, that meant you'd have to come to terms with the fact that you'd wanted him to kiss you. You wanted him to kiss you so fucking badly. You were upset he hadn't. And that was so wrong of you to feel.

You shouldn't be feeling anything but friendship with your boss. But you've started catching yourself occasionally wanting more before you chastise yourself harshly. You absolutely should not have a crush on your boss. But despite your best efforts, you think you might have developed a crush on your boss.

Said boss stands up just then, and you can't help but follow his movements. "I'm gonna go take a nap in the other room. Care to come with me?" he asks as he starts making his way to the back of the cabin.

He wasn't asking what you thought he was, right? You're definitely inventing innuendos he didn't mean just because your own mind is 100% in the gutter at the moment. But best to double-check, just in case. "Are there two separate beds?"

"Nope," he says casually before disappearing into the other room.

…Was he seriously propositioning you to sleep with him?!

Before you can even wrap your mind about what just happened, he pops his head out the door. "It's a king-sized bed. There'll be plenty of room, don't worry," he says before shutting the door for the second time.

You wish you were able to put up even a modicum of resistance. But in reality, the only thought going through your head is, what the hell. Can't possibly make the situation any worse!

Besides, you actually are tired. Packing had made it so that you stayed up much later than you were used to the previous night. Getting more sleep would be good for you.

At least that was the excuse you were going to use to justify following him into the back room only moments later.

Inside, there was that king-sized bed he'd talked about, topped with a thick black comforter. Mr. Onceler was sitting on one side of the bed, and he'd changed out of his green suit into a much more understated white T-shirt and gray sweatpants.

Goddammit. You acknowledge that he's always been good-looking, but then he had to go ahead and choose now to look normal and approachable instead of a billionaire entrepreneur. And you think this more normal version of him was even better looking than before.

He looks up when you enter the room. "Do you want to change into anything first?" he offers. "I don't know if you noticed, but your luggage was brought in here before we left. You could get into something more comfortable."

"This is fine," you insist. You usually go to sleep in a tank-top and shorts, but you were absolutely not getting into any size bed with him wearing a tank-top and shorts, especially not now when you have no self-control.

You climb into the opposite side of the bed as him, staying as close as you can to the edge of the bed. You've also ensured you're facing away from him as well. "Sleep well," you mumble before you allow yourself to drift off.

"You too," you hear before you fall into sweet nothing.

When you wake up, you're snuggled up to something very warm. You're too comfortable to move at the moment, but you suppose you could open your eyes and start attempting to come to full consciousness.

But when you open your eyes, you're staring into something white, which confuses you. You didn't remember anything white on the bed. Nothing except for…

Oh. Oh no.

As you come to be fully aware, you realize you're enveloped in what feels an awful lot like arms. You don't want to confirm anything, but you have to look up.

And sure enough, there's the sleeping face of Mr. Onceler right there. Even though you'd started on the very ends of the bed, you'd somehow both migrated to the middle and gotten tangled up in each other.

Before you figure out what the hell to do, he opens his own bleary eyes. "What time is it?" he asks sleepily before seemingly noticing you for the first time. He starts right at you, wide awake now, and quickly pulls his arms back as his face turns scarlet, but you can hardly blame for that. You're sure your own face is crimson by this point as well.

"I need you to not say anything, and roll over," he requests, his voice strained and rather higher-pitched than normal.

"Why-?"

"Please, just do it," he asks again, now refusing to meet your eyes. You're still confused, but you'll do as he asks. You bring your leg up when your knee brushes against something hard and oblong-shaped.

Well. Um. That happened. And fucker ain't little.

You both freeze and slowly look at each other, both of you looking mortified. Suddenly your brain turns back on, and you jump out of bed, making a beeline for the door.

"Wait!" he calls just before your hand touches the knob. You pause, but refuse to look at him. "Agree to never speak of this again?" he pleads.

You finally turn to face him. "Agreed. This never happened," you say before slipping into the main cabin, leaning against the door and breathing heavily.

How in the ever loving fuck were you supposed to spend a whole weekend with him and act professional after that? Death take you now. It's the only solution you can find.

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the-firebird69 · 7 months

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Being For The Benefit Of Mr. Kite! (Remastered 2009)

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It sounds very very different than the live version even though it's him they used some equipment and it's stuff that they hear in Monaco believe it or not they sent back a bunch of stuff they said this guy is hotter than hell what's happening is bigger than life it's bigger than you will ever imagine he has this huge attitude for real and it's real and we keep bluffing and telling him off he keeps saying go home little boy or a little girl I don't want to us but it's apt and it's just and he's doing the right thing because he's trying to tell us something you need a system for asteroids and the max know about it all and we're in trouble and they start trying to poop and they're in hell yeah son likes this version it does say a lot of stuff about what goes on Saturday some it's not too good Henry the horse is back and he didn't die and he might be Dave AKA Dan and Charlie is Trump shrinking down and they call him Charlie then there's a huge story behind all of this it started in westborough now but this is a giant giant show what's going on in Monaco on Friday night here it's Saturday over there is going to be intense and he said Thursday will lead into it Thursday during the day they're going to go there and they party that's true too which is tomorrow so we're playing all this right on time but boy is this going to be intense it talks about the motor it talks about k&h motor and someone has it it talks about father and mother and he's talking about it saying that he can't handle it the heat is too hot and her son and daughter are in trouble these fleets should not be going after a planetoid and they need to be redirected it's ridiculous and the guy is completely out to lunch doing that then he wants to be the hero and people just don't want to hear it but they have to do this and you can hear in the song there's several versions of the car several versions of the motor and several versions of a bike and they're talking about other things too some animals or something like that monsters maybe and some girls which are vehicles but really they're going through it and they're saying the circus is going to help us not hurt us and then they said we can get away with it and they liked what they heard and they heard the code and it's going out all around and it's a big party and it turns into a big party okay like Mardi gras and they're talking to the pseudo empire and they're hoping things change and they get back and they find out that it's still the same and they keep fighting but it's it's really an amazing time with a it's like a neutral zone it's almost complete submission by the events themselves and it just does not good so he's going to get some rest but this is great

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues Hera

Yes we would think and then the actor that plays Bishop when I say is I'm not an Android I'm juicing with the Androids look like that I've had enough of this stuff these things are real and we keep doing that to ourselves so we're going to become troopers I do enjoy this I do see that he's getting crowded but he says it's his wife prodding him which is great

Bishop

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hospitalterrorizer · 11 months

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diary52

11/2-3/2023

thursday - friday

busy today again but in a better way.

i hung out with friends all night basically, we went to olive garden which was fun. surprisingly fine, it's been over 10 years since i've been there. i don't know if i would ever decide to go again, but i basically liked it i think. i didn't get to record today because i woke up late, i need to wake up early tomorrow, not to record, maybe i will, but i have an interview to get ready for, for a local magazine. for some reason they want to talk to me about my music, i guess i know why, a friend is doing this column and she likes how i dress, the column is fashion/music, like how your style informs your music or the other way or profiling you off how you look and the music you make. i'm kind of looking forward to it, even if i found out today that the photographer has dropped out last minute to leave my friend not knowing what to do beyond use her phone camera, which is maybe good enough or maybe not, it depends on the model of iphone you have basically, or if you own one of the nicer phones that has an insanely good camera. i'm also bringing my digicam from 2001 with me if she needs it. hopefully that can help out, but we will see, it can only do 1600x1200 at most, and that's not bad but i think basically every phone takes photos at a higher res, it's just that the lens on my cam is a lot nicer, the focal length is better, all that good stuff. these phone cameras are kind of woeful in a lot of ways basically, the newer ones are really good but like, the older ones seem designed to give people dysmorphia, which everyone has basically. anyways we will see about how the photography portion goes tomorrow. i am so sensitive about how i look in photos so i don't even know if i am going to look at what comes out. i'll have to if i have someone take photos of me with my camera, to send to her. i hope i don't go crazy tomorrow because of that.

anyways my day was eventful but nothing like, crazy. i dunno, that shouldn't stop me from talking about it, but it was a lot of my friend and i talking about music, mostly him talking about his current struggles, in his band, solo, his dissatisfaction with what he's been writing musically lately, the disconnect he feels with bandmates, all that stuff, and it's all his stuff so all i can say is i hope he ends up doing better soon, it's pretty sad to hear his frustrations, and how he seems to feel like he's less in control, and less able to do what he wants, and less enthused about certain things.

unrelated to the above:

i wonder if there's any good way to make anyone reflect on how they behave better. i can't figure out how to help someone know how they make me feel, or what they do that upsets or bothers me, because criticism of them makes them so upset, immediately and without fail they just kind of fall apart, becoming miserable and not really hearing what i'm saying. i guess i can come off too mean, or something, i never want to hurt anyone's feelings but i don't know how to say things like 'i don't like it when you talk over me how you do' and they'd know immediately how they do it often, and feeling like there's no way to take back all those bad feelings, they'd just become guilt ridden and need me to assure them that they're actually fine. which defeats the purpose of me saying anything, right? i don't know. it's easier to talk about it here. it makes me sad i feel like have to, i'd like to say anything, but it's more or less that they can say things to me, and i want them to, but i don't feel okay bringing anything up to them. maybe just putting it here will make me care less. or even how they bring up frustrations, like they said i was making music too loud in my friend's room w/ him, while they were working on homework, but they said it like i was doing it on purpose, and like i was making a loud noise on purpose, but it wasn't because i wanted them to be mad or not focused, i turned it down, of course, i didn't mind that part. it's part of a larger issue of not thinking about how they come across because they've never had anyone really take issue i guess, maybe i'm too sensitive. i like them a lot no matter what i guess, so maybe this just doesn't matter at all, and i am just too sensitive, and the ways i feel are stupid or something. i think because i'm too sensitive and basically stupid i end up being cold, because i can't do anything about how i feel and them wanting me to not be like that, they feel burnt. i think i am the problem here, or i want to say i am because i think i have more control over that, but i can't stop being frustrated sometimes. it's so annoying, i don't want to be frustrated.

anyway i should just go to bed soon, so

byebye!!!!!!!!!!

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steamishot · 1 year

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visits

labor day weekend was okay. i of course had FOMO as my weekend was spent mostly alone. i'm doing more walking around the neighborhood and checking out local shops. i read and really enjoyed checking out the local barnes and nobles for reading inspiration. however, i would say this week is one of the most social weeks i've had here in a while (or ever).

T joined us for dinner last thursday. he's talkative and easy to get along with. on friday morning, he invited me to go to chinatown for this chang fen's lady retirement farewell. the line ended up being 2 hours long (i left after 40 min but T stayed). it was interesting to see tiktok videos being filmed in person for this event, and i got to see potluck club restaurant owners in person as well. T was nice enough to drop off some changfen at my door after he waited for 2 hours lol.

friday was my official first day of my new role. nothing really has changed so far, besides me having issues submitting my biweekly timesheet lol. it was the friday before a long weekend. since my role is new too, i imagine it'll take some time to get things going.

R arrived to NYC sunday morning, and they stopped by my apartment on labor day for a bit. they're mostly running around trying to get their apartment in place. their apartment is about 40-50 min away from us, so i don't imagine us seeing each other TOO often. though they did mention claiming me for thanksgiving and christmas since matt will be working. i also suggested that we use the bbq grills that our building provides (that we never used). i didn't really hang out with R when we were in LA, so let's see how our dynamics play out here. however, i do feel happy to have another friend here - she feels more like distant family/ a cousin to me.

it'll also be interesting to see how another LA couple assimilates to the NYC life. in this case, i feel like we're the older bro/sis. i've been trying to share what i know and refer helpful apps to them.

S got wrist surgery today, and she wanted to stop by yesterday. i had 3 visitors in one week, which is a record! lol. it was really nice to see her.

tomorrow, matt and i are headed to boston to visit K. we may even meet her bf M. i hope the socializing goes well! if so, then perhaps we can eventually have a friends trip with some people on the east coast.

later this month, G will be visiting and i'm excited for that. then i'll be flying back for B&F's wedding. overall, quite a socially busy month!

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raibebe · 3 years

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Love Is On Air

Genre: fluff & smut Words: 8.722 Prompt: radio host Johnny x secret admirer female reader Warnings: soft dom Johnny, oral (f receiving), safe sex, dirty talk

A/N: Finally: My entry for the February event of my lovely network @neosmutcollective. This is totally not the fic I planned on writing. In fact this was started way later after I realized I was never going to finish my original fic on time. Not that this one is on time... Special thanks to everyone who sent our lovely DJs some music recommendations @sly-merlin, @moonctzeny, @lenaluvs, @lucas-wongs, @burtonized and to @ncteaxhoe who helped me figure out this idea. I hope you enjoy this even though it’s wayyy too late.

You hurried home to your apartment after your last class of the day that was horrifically late because of whoever had fucked up your schedule this semester. Panting heavily, you busted into your room and threw your jacket and backpack somewhere onto your couch, diving straight for your laptop that was perched on your desk. Cursing the old thing, you waited for agonizing minutes until it had booted up and your browser was open. You quickly opened the familiar page of your university’s campus radio just in time to hear the familiar voice saying: “Hi I’m John-D, welcome to NCT Night Night.” After that both hosts chuckled lowly before Jaehyun spoke: “Tonight we’ll read some of the letters you wrote us over the week again and we will try our best to help you out with whatever problems you throw our way.” “Exactly. Right after we play this song that was suggested by evangelie_99 over on our Twitter, it’s Pluto Projector by Rex Orange County and she said that she loves our show. We’re glad you like it so much, darling. This one is for you,” Johnny softly said before the soft tunes of the song filled your little one-room apartment.

Sighing, you leaned back in your chair, carelessly toeing your shoes off. Listening to NCT Night Night was your escape at night from the stress that classes brought you. The two DJs that were on air every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday were your favorites though. Not only did they have great chemistry but they both could be incredibly funny as well as soothe all your nerves with their calming voices – especially Johnny or John-D as he was called on their show. You might have developed a slightly embarrassing crush on the fratboy with a heart as sweet as his voice from what you knew about him from his radio shows and your shared classes. Since they had started their weekly segment where they would read out letters that students could send them, you had gathered the courage to send Johnny little messages about how you were crushing on him and it had quickly become a running gag on the show. Jaehyun would tease Johnny about it every week while Johnny kept insisting that his secret admirer should just talk to him. But how could you do that? Johnny was everything one could want in a boyfriend. Not only was he ridiculously tall and devastatingly handsome but he was also smart, always seemingly staying on top of his classes and he also went to the gym regularly if his thirst traps on his Instagram stories were anything to go by. When he wasn’t giving out advice in a gentle voice on their radio program, he was out partying with his frat brothers on the weekends more often than not complaining about headaches on their Sunday show. How could you just walk up to him and talk to him? Right. You couldn’t. So you had to resign to sending him anonymous love letters through his radio show.

“Welcome back, hi,” Johnny chuckled once the song had gently faded out and you couldn’t help but giggle along. “That was Pluto Projector by Rex Orange County,” Jaehyun tried to stay on script but you could almost hear the grin on his face because of Johnny’s antics, “If you want your song to play on today’s show, please suggest something over on our Twitter with the hashtag,” Jaehyun paused momentarily and let out a dramatic sigh before continuing, “hashtag JohnDplaymelikeaviolin.” Jaehyun hadn’t even read the whole hashtag out loud when Johnny was already bursting out in laughter and how could you not laugh along with his melodic laughter. “I swear to god I am never letting you choose hashtags for our show ever again,” Jaehyun groaned while Johnny sounded like he was still dying in the background. “Don’t be mean to me Jaehyunie,” he whined and even though today’s episode was not viewable, you could vividly imagine how he was pouting. While the two friends were busy bickering and talking about what they had done since their last show, you pulled up your own Twitter to send a recommendation in.

“Aaaah, I see we’re already getting plenty of suggestions. Sly-merlin suggested us Sexy Dirty Love by Demi Lovato – a great song – and added ‘I wish John-D would actually play me like a violin.” After a potent silence, Johnny broke out in laughter again. “And this is why you won’t choose any more hashtags,” Jaehyun groaned again. “Baby,” Johnny rasped into his mic and even though you weren’t wearing headphones, it sent tingles down your spine, “Just come to our frat party on Friday and I’ll see what I can do.” “Stop plugging our parties on the radio,” Jaehyun scolded the elder, the slap audible over the radio, “Also sly-merlin has to stand in line. You still have your number one admirer who has sent in a letter yet again.” “She still hasn’t come up to me,” Johnny shared, “I can only keep up my chastity for so long. I am saving myself for this girl.” You know he was joking but you were just a simple woman and even in your secluded home, you felt heat rising to your cheeks, your thumbs stopping on your keyboard where you had typed out your song recommendation. Both DJs shared a quiet laugh before Jaehyun asked: “And you really don’t know who she is?” “I really don’t man,” his friend sighed, “Like I have my suspicions because she has to be in my major if she sees me in class that often. That or she’s a stalker which I do not want to think about. But for real, hit me up. I’ll take you out for a coffee.” “Now everyone is going to come up to you and claim that they’re her.” “I’ll take that risk,” Johnny laughed, “Maybe I’ll finally meet the love of my life and settle down.” At that Jaehyun snorted loudly. “The woman that can make you settle down gets free coffee for like a month from me.” “Watch me have a wife and kids at 25 Jae, just to spite you,” his friend snorted, “But up until then, let’s play sly-merlin’s song recommendation: Sexy Dirty Love by Demi Lovato.”

While the song was playing, you finished up your own tweet and hit post before you grabbed your bag that you had carelessly thrown away before to get out your notes. You actually had to start a project for one of the classes you and Johnny actually did share. The professor had announced that he would announce the pairings for a group project tomorrow and you didn’t want to seem like an actual idiot if your group would decide to already meet up and discuss after class. So while you listened to your favorite DJs discuss the questions and worries of whoever had sent them to their email address, you worked through the notes you had taken over the last couple of weeks, trying your best to organize them to remember the key points.

“Oh John-D, I have a very special letter here,” Jaehyun said, waving the paper in front of the microphone so it would pick up the wiggling noises. “What could that be?” Johnny asked with over-exaggerated interest. “It’s from your secret admirer, John-D. So I think you should read it out.” Just like every time, they read your letter, your heart began beating faster and faster in your chest until you were sure, it would break free from your ribcage. “Okay, here I go,” Johnny announced while Jaehyun was playing the same cheesy music he always played when they were reading your letters, “Happy Thursday, John-D. The weekend is almost in reach, keep up the energy for the last day of classes! – she’s so sweet, I’m holding up alright – One of my professors will announce the pairings he made for a group project soon and I am nervous. I don’t have many friends in the course and I’m praying that I will get good group mates I can work well with.” “Oooh, I get that struggle,” Jaehyun interrupted, “I once had to work with a bunch of stoners and ended up doing all the work for a presentation that made up 30 percent of my grade. Worst experience of my life, would not recommend. But we’re wishing you all the luck.” “But you know what’s more interesting about this story?” Johnny tuned in, “Coincidentally my professor for my literature class is assigning our group projects tomorrow as well. Say, my sweet admirer, are you perhaps in the same literature class as me?” In your otherwise silent room, the panicked squeak you let out was loud even to your ears. There was no way Johnny could figure out who you were, there were probably at least 20 more girls with a crush on him in that class alone, so you were safe. “Oooh, so maybe she’s a lit major so that’s why she’s writing love letters.” “Could be but lots of people from different majors are taking that class,” Johnny argued, “Anyways, back to her letter. But I won’t let that disturb me! I will be doing my best regardless! – That’s the spirit – I’ll work through my notes as I listen to your honey voice so I can be prepared. I’m glad you don’t do viewable radios on Thursday’s or else I wouldn’t be able to get anything done, you’re just too distracting John-D,” at that Jaehyun let out a fake gag while Johnny just giggled softly, “Thank you secret admirer, I do clean up quite nicely if I do say so myself. – On last Sunday’s episode you melted my heart when you hid in your hoodie for half the show. – God that was the worst hangover I had in a looong while, I was so miserable.”

“You should have seen him at home,” Jaehyun laughed, “I had to physically drag his whole 180-something-centimeters body first into the shower, then into the car and into the station. He is the biggest crybaby when he’s hungover.” “Don’t expose me like that, Jaehyunie,” Johnny whined loudly, “I was dared to drink a bunch of tequila and my mother didn’t raise neither a quitter nor a coward.” “No, but clearly an idiot,” the younger DJ laughed his deep laugh. “Let me read my love letter in peace,” the other grumbled, “I couldn’t follow for half the show because I was so focused on watching you. Not in a creepy way of course! – Of course not,” Johnny chuckled, “I hope you finished that essay you had to work on after the show in time and still had some time to relax. – I did, don’t worry.” That you already knew when Johnny had handed in his essay in another class you two shared just before you had handed in yours and he had thrown you a little smile that had kept you going through the whole day. “Take care of yourself and keep smiling your beautiful smile, I look forward to seeing you again on Sunday or in classes. And fighting to Jae-D as well of course! – I look forward to hearing from you again, secret admirer. I bet your group project will go just fine, don’t worry too much. If anyone is mean to you, just expose them here and we’ll fight them for you.” “Love that she acknowledged me in one sentence as well,” Jaehyun grumbled, cutting off the cheesy music abruptly. “You’re just jealous you don’t have a sweet admirer who sends you cute messages,” the other teased his friend. “Yeah, yeah, shut up and put that letter in the box under your bed.” “It’s in my sock drawer, thank you very much.”

Giggling, you listened to the two friends bicker, your chest warm with a feeling you were scared to put a name on. “Anyways, I think it’s time for another music recommendation you can still send in via our lovely hashtag JohnDplaymelikeaviolin. This one is from lenaluvies and she says: Please play Hurts So Good by Astrid S thank you. No, thank you for sending something in darling. This one’s for you,” Johnny announced and you couldn’t help but laugh a little pained laugh. That song title hit a little too close to home for your liking. The rest of the radio show went by smoothly and Johnny and Jaehyun tried to help a handful of more students with their problems that couldn’t be more diverse. From a boy who had fallen in love with his best friend which had send him into an identity crisis over to a girl who was failing her classes because she claimed the professor hated her to a freshman who wanted to apply for a fraternity but was scared because of the rumors surrounding them which the DJs quickly debunked since they both were in the same fraternity. In the end they had to cut themselves short, asking their viewers to vote on a poll they would make if people wanted a whole Tuesday episode surrounding fraternities.

“So.” “So,” Johnny copied his friend. “We’re almost at the end of our time with you guys. We couldn’t get through all of your submissions but we hope our team picked a few good ones and at least some of you could get some advice.” “As always you’re free to send us your own stories to our e-mail [email protected] to get some advice next Thursday from your favorite DJs: John-D.” “And Jae-D. Every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday on your campus radio on 127mHz. On NCT-“ “Night Night,” they said their ending together and just like every night with them, you said goodnight to your computer screen, closing the tab which draped your little apartment in silence. Sighing loudly, you looked over your notes that needed a little more work if you wanted to make a good first impression on your fellow students tomorrow. Because you couldn’t stand the silence, you opened your Spotify to play the NCT Night Night playlist Johnny and Jaehyun had made with the songs that had been recommended to them, still missing the new additions from tonight.

The next morning found you in your literature class, sitting two rows behind Johnny, staring at the back of his head while doodling on your paper rather than taking notes on whatever the professor was saying. If you were to let your eyes wander, you’d see that almost everyone in the big room was paying as much or even less attention as you were; the students in different states of excitement and anxiety over the group projects he had yet to announce. “I’m sorry professor,” Johnny’s voice suddenly cut through the room, “I’m sure you have already noticed that no one is paying attention to whatever you’re trying to teach us right now. Could you please just announce the groups for the project?” That moment you swore you would be able to hear a pin drop until your eccentric professor chuckled lowly. “I like you, Suh. I was waiting for someone to mention it,” he spoke, getting the dreaded list out of his bag, “Listen closely now, you’ll be assigned in groups of four and each group will get a specific novel to work on. Deadline will be by the end of the semester and your individual paper combined with the group presentation will make up 40% of your final grade.” That made a bunch of people, including you, gasp out loudly. A group project with this much credit to your final grade was always dreaded. “I don’t want to hear any complaints, that’s how it’s always been. Now listen carefully, I won’t repeat myself but the list will be hung on our blackboard as well.” With that being said, the professor began listing names and novels in the most monotone voice he could muster. To say you were basically vibrating off of your seat was an understatement when he got further and further down the list and neither yours nor Johnny’s name had been called yet. “And lastly, an all-time favorite: Romeo and Juliet.” You didn’t even register anything else after the professor had announced that the group featured both Johnny and you along with two other students you didn’t know. Your brain was reduced to static noise while everyone else was getting up around you to pick up the books that had already been stacked in a corner, probably by a poor TA. Only when a person bumped into you, you broke from your stupor to quickly pick up your stuff as well to hurry down to steps to where a crowd of students had already gathered.

Luckily Johnny towered over most of the other students and you could easily spot him and the rest of your group that were two other boys you didn’t recognize. “Hey, you’re the last one we were missing,” Johnny smiled and handed you over your copy of the book. “Y... Yeah, sorry for making you wait,” you stuttered, clutching the small book tightly in your hands. “No big deal,” Johnny played it off, “Do any of you have any more classes today?” When everyone declined, you all agreed that you should get a head start on your project as it would be hard to make a good project out of such an overused love story. While walking over to the student center to decide on a concept, conversation flowed easily between the four of you even though you were still really nervous to be around Johnny. God, you really hoped he didn’t think you were stupid or something just because you were nervous.

The little study session went by in a blur and only further confirmed that you were so whipped for Johnny it wasn’t even funny anymore. You found yourself attentively listening to all of his ideas and laughing at every of his stupid little jokes and only mildly spacing out while looking at Johnny when the others were discussing ideas which had led to one or two mildly embarrassing situations where you would lose track of what you were actually discussing, your mind blank of any input when they asked for your opinion.

Soon you found yourself parting ways with your groupmates, leaving you and Johnny alone because his frat house and your little apartment were located in the same general direction. “Anything fun you’re doing this evening?” Johnny asked, trying to make some light conversation to fill the silence. “No, I’ll just binge watch some shows maybe or listen to the campus radio,” you shrugged it off. While today’s show wasn’t your favorite, you quite liked the DJs soft and gentle voice. “You listen to the campus radio? I have a show on there,” Johnny smiled. “I like listening to you and Jaehyun,” you confessed, trying to fight the heat that was licking at your cheeks. “Oh.” “You seem surprised.” “Yeah, it kind of still seems weird that people enjoy listening to Jae and me rambling for hours on end. You know with him it just feels like I’m hanging out with my brother rather than work.” “Your voices are really soothing, you know,” you tried to explain what you were feeling when listing to them, “And your friendship is kind of adorable. Like we can feel how much you care about each other and you always genuinely try to help your listeners without making fun of them.” For a while Johnny didn’t say anything and you thought you had fucked it up, that he thought you were weird now. “Thank you,” he suddenly said. “Huh?” “It means a lot hearing that. We do lurk on Twitter to see what people think of our show but hearing it like this is something else entirely.” “It’s nothing,” you mused, playfully hitting his arm, “No need to get this soft.” “Hey,” he laughed, “I’ll have you know that I am 180 centimeters of walking softness despite what people might say about me.” Smiling softly you caught his eyes for the first time since you two had started walking and the way his honey eyes were smiling back at you momentarily took your breath away.

“I- My room is right around here, sooooo,” you stuttered. “It was nice working with you. Even though you were spacing out half the time,” Johnny teased, “Thinking about a special someone?” You. The word sat on the tip of your tongue, the low light of the afternoon sun making you bolder than you actually were and Johnny just made you feel incredibly comfortable. “No... No- I- I’m single.” “A crush then?” “Something like that,” you mumbled, your fingers nervously playing with the hem of your jacket. “Talk to him. Or her. Or them,” Johnny advised. “I really can’t,” you sighed, “He doesn’t even know I exist.” “Well you don’t need to confess your undying love for him,” he laughed, not knowing he was the boy in question, “Just you know. Casually talk to him. Get to know him.” “I’ll try?” “Is that a question?” “Yeah?” “Have more confidence in yourself,” he gently nudged you, “You’re nice and very easy to talk to.” “Nice... Wow.” “Shut up,” he laughed, “I usually give better compliments but I have yet to get to know you better.” “Would you... Would you even want that?” “Sure,” Johnny shrugged and your heart skipped a couple of beats, “I have to get going or everybody will already be drunk when I arrive. So... I’ll see you in class? And you’ll hear me on Sunday?” “Yeah sure. Don’t drink too much or you will be miserable all show like last week,” you giggled. “Don’t remind me,” he groaned, “I’m never going to drink tequila on a Saturday ever again.” “Goodbye Johnny,” you smiled, really liking how his name sounded when you said it out loud. “Bye,” he waved before going his way.

Once you were sure he was out of hearing distance, you let out a little happy squeak and jumped up and down excitedly. You did it. You had actually done it. You had talked to your crush. And managed to not make a complete fool out of yourself in front of him. Which was a win in your books. A huge win. With a little spring in your steps, you stepped by one of your favorite pizza places to treat yourself before heading home where you spend your evening daydreaming about none other than Johnny while watching reruns of old dramas.

“Hi, I’m Jae-D.” “And I am John-D. Welcome to NCT-“ “Night Night.” “John-D.” “Yes, Jae-D,” Johnny chuckled. “It’s Thursday again which means it’s time to tend to our listener’s worries,” Jaehyun read off of the script, not getting distracted by his friend’s antics, “And today is a very special episode.” “Special?” Jaehyun barely repressed to roll his eyes at his friend’s over-exaggerated acting before continuing: “Yes, since tomorrow is a day off for all students, we have decided to make this episode extra lengthy and-“ he shortly stopped to flash the camera a peace sign, “Viewable despite it being Thursday.” “Do we look okay?” Johnny laughed, checking himself out in the video that was playing on one of their monitors. “Aaaaah, the comments say we look good tonight, thank you,” Jaehyun mused.

And they really did. Not that either of them had to do a whole lot to look good but today they were both wearing white button-downs with their sleeves rolled up to expose their forearms. Jaehyun had even gone so far as to put on some fake glasses. “And if you’re following us on our Twitter you also already know that this week it’s all about love on our campus radio and our show today is no exception,” Johnny read his part of the script. “Today John-D and Jae-D are Loveholics, trying our very best to help you with your problems surrounding love,” Jaehyun completed, “You can send in song recommendations through the hashtag JohnJaeLoveholic just like taryn1026 did – I hope I said that right – but they recommended Paris in the Rain by Lauv to set the mood for today.”

The soft tunes of the song made you relax a little into your sofa where you had chosen to watch today’s episode of NCT Night Night. You had to say that you were kind of nervous for today’s episode. Just like every week you had written your letter to Johnny, telling him about your week and cheering him on for your group project. At this point it should have been pretty obvious just who exactly you were and judging by how Johnny was acting towards you, his flirting leaving you flustered after your study sessions and your group mates mildly annoyed, he seemed to already have put together the pieces. But yesterday while writing your letter you had felt extra bold (and maybe also extra riled up and horny from Johnny’s shameless flirting) and had written him a message that should confirm all his suspicions and would hopefully lead him straight to you and into your bed. But until the end of the show or at least until they read your letter, which you really hoped they did today as well, you had to wait sitting in your apartment, for once not in comfortable clothes but in a nice shirt and pants.

“That was Paris in the Rain by Lauv, recommended to us by taryn1026 through our Twitter with the hashtag JohnJaeLoveholic,” Johnny’s raspy voice filled your apartment when he leaned close to the mic, “Jae-D are you ready to make some love happen?” “I already had my love juice,” Jaehyun answered, showing his pink Starbucks drink to the camera, “And my reading glasses are on.” As to prove his point, he hiked his glasses up his nose before scratching his eye through the holes in the frame, making both DJs chuckle. For the next hour Johnny and Jaehyun tried to solve several relationship dramas as well as a very tricky friends-with-benefits situation and telling a boy to break up with his cheating girlfriend which had been a rather heartbreaking discussion. “So after this,” Jaehyun sighed, “Let’s play another song recommendation. Burtonized has sent in a very fitting song, I hope you all don’t mind a little Korean: It’s God Damn by I.M – a song about heartbreak.”

While the foreign song was playing, the two DJs stretched their backs and sipped on their respective drinks: Jaehyun still on his pink sugar concoction and Johnny already on his second iced Americano. Jaehyun must have found something funny on his phone, nudging his friend to look at him but Johnny was busy typing away on his own, only acknowledging his friend after he had typed his message. Just after that, your own phone buzzed with a message, showing Johnny’s name on the screen.

From: Johnny Are you watching our show?

To: Johnny Sure, you look good today

From: Johnny Make sure to listen closely ;)

“That was God Damn by I.M suggested by burtonized over our Twitter hashtag JohnJaeLoveholic,” Jaehyun’s smooth voice tore you from your spiraling thoughts about the winking face Johnny had sent. “Sadly our show is coming to an end even with our extended airtime.” “But John-D a very important letter is still missing before we close our show. Dare I say it could be the highlight of our show,” Jaehyun joked, already playing the cheesy music he was always playing when Johnny would read your letters. “You’re right Jae-D my lovely secret admirer has sent in another letter,” Johnny mused, arranging himself so he could read the printed out letter while being as close as possible to the mic for it to pick up the rasp in his voice, “Happy Thursday John-D, I hope your week has been more exciting than mine. I have just been going from class to class without much thought, the only high points are my group meetings for the group project we have to hand in soon – That seems very familiar, baby – But since today is all about love, I’ll tell you about a little problem I have: – get your love juice ready, Jae – There is this boy in my group. And boy isn’t really the right word to describe him, he’s a man really,” at that Johnny couldn’t hold back a low chuckle, “I’m sorry, I’ll be serious – And he is flirting with me. Has been for a couple of weeks now. And it has gotten to the point where our groupmates are kind of annoyed at us. He has also walked me home a couple of times but he never so much as touched me. At this point I am so frustrated with him. Is he just playing with me? Or is his mouth bigger than his actions actually are? He has been riling me up all day today and I was ready to let him have his way with me but he only wished me goodnight and left again, leaving me to deal with what he had done all by myself – oh wow, I,” Johnny stuttered, sharing a gaze with his friend who was only barely repressing his laughter, “Wow, okay, I hope we’re in the good for reading this out and it’s late enough,” clearing his voice and raking a hand through his hair, Johnny continued, “John-D I hope this man hears what he has done to me and will deal with the consequences of his actions. Would you play Animal by Jin Yosef and RIELL for me? Just in case this letter hasn’t gotten my point across? – Y... Yeah sure, darling. We’ll play that once our show is over.”

“So John-D,” Jaehyun grinned while loudly slurping on his ‘love juice’, “What would you advice your secret admirer to do about this problem?” “Well if I were her,” Johnny started, his gaze going straight to the camera where he knew you were watching and it felt like he was looking straight into your soul, “I’d wait for him. I’m pretty sure he can prove that his actions speak even louder than his words.” For a while it was quiet between the two DJs, safe for Jaehyun’s obnoxiously loud slurping noises but even if they would have been saying anything, you weren’t sure if you could have comprehended any words with how furiously your heart was beating. “Anyways,” Jaehyun eventually broke the silence once he was sure there was nothing left in his ‘love juice’, “I’m afraid that was it for tonight. This has been your extra lengthy episode of Jae-D and John-D and we will leave you with this wonderful song recommendation: Animal by Jin Yosef and RIELL. If you’ve liked today’s show, we’re here every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday night on your campus radio on 127mHz to listen to all of your worries on NCT-“ “Night Night,” Johnny joined in and they both waved into the camera as your song of choice started playing. The video stream didn’t cut off immediately, showing the boys gathering their things and if your eyes weren’t betraying you, you swore you saw Johnny tense up when the song turned a little more explicit. The two DJs waved to the camera one last time before the stream cut off, leaving the screen of your laptop dark.

That was when it dawned on you what you had done. Shit. With how Johnny had sounded, you probably had about fifteen to twenty minutes until he would be at your doorstep. Oh god. Shit. Taking a couple of deep breaths, you tried to ground yourself before hurriedly closing your laptop and cleaning everything that seemed messy in your little one-room apartment. That was until you heard a knock on your door.

With shaky hands, you slowly opened the door and while you knew who would be standing on the other side, you weren’t ready for how he was going to look like: Johnny was leaning against the doorway casually with his arms crossed over his chest so the tight button-down he was wearing would strain over the planes of his chest muscles but what really reeled you in was how dark his eyes looked when he raked them over your body. “Good evening miss,” he drawled. “Hi,” you breathed. “Tell me what you want so I’m not misinterpreting any of this,” Johnny all but growled, one of his hands coming up to cup your face. “I want you to have me.” If you thought his eyes were dark before, they turned into bottomless black orbs once the words had left your lips. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, baby.” “Please,” you whimpered and that seemed to break Johnny’s resolve as he pulled you close to him and all but crashed his lips into yours. The kiss wasn’t delicate in any way, shape or form with how Johnny was licking into your mouth the second a moan left your lips. His tongue was intertwining with yours messily and in no time both of you were panting into each other’s mouths. “Inside. Now,” you rasped. “All with due time,” Johnny chuckled but let you pull him into your apartment, slamming the door shut to crowd you against it, one of his strong thighs slipping between your legs like it belonged there, “If you’re a good girl and listen well, I’ll give you anything you want.” “Fuck,” you cursed before slamming your lips together again, a new neediness bleeding into the kiss as you tugged on the longer strands of hair at the back of Johnny’s neck which made him growl lowly. “Anything off-limits?” Johnny breathed into your skin as he kissed down your neck to suck a mark there while his hands were busy pulling your shirt from your pants so he could rake them over your naked skin. “Just,” you had to cut yourself off with a moan, “Don’t be mean to me.” “Never,” he promised, “You’ll be my pillow princess.” His sweet words were in stark contrast to how hard his hands were gripping your hips and how his teeth were grazing over your neck that must be littered with marks already. “Take me to bed,” you heaved breathlessly, positive your legs would give out if it wasn’t for Johnny holding you up.

Listening to your demand, he slowly started walking you backwards towards your bed until the two of you were toppling down on top of the covers, his lips never leaving your skin. Whoever had spread the rumors about Johnny being a great lover had been absolutely right, he knew just how to touch you to have you gasping for air and judging by the grin on his lips he hadn’t even started yet. “Please,” you whimpered, arching into his touch, not exactly sure what exactly you were asking for but Johnny seemed to know all the better when he freed you from your top and pants to leave you in your matching lace set while he was still fully clothed in his by now wrinkled button-up and pants. “All for me?” He chuckled and pressed a kiss right between the valley of your breasts, his big hands cupping the soft flesh to squeeze it gently. “Have me,” you gasped out and you could feel the growl he let out vibrating where you were pressed together. “I’m going to ruin you,” Johnny promised, pulling down the cups of your bra to wrap his plush lips around one of your nipples to tease the soft nub until it hardened under his ministrations, sending waves of pleasure down your spine and straight to your core where you could feel your wetness starting to seep into the fabric of your panties. “Johnny,” you mewled and arched into his every touch, his calloused fingertips setting your skin alight when he let them travel down your body to tease over your lower stomach. As if by reflex, you let your thighs fall open for him to finally touch you where you needed him the most. “Such a good girl,” he smiled, blowing cold air over your spit-slicked nipple to watch you squirm beneath him. Your remark got stuck in your throat when he finally cupped you through your panties, feeling how damp the fabric had already become. “Naughty,” he chuckled, his eyes never leaving your face as he circled your clit through the fabric, watching your eyes fluttering shut when his gaze became too intense.

“Johnny,” you sighed, forgetting all other words except for his name. “Relax, princess,” he rasped and kissed his way down your body, leaving love bites on the sensitive skin of your stomach and thighs that shook with anticipation. If you’d say you hadn’t dreamed about his lips on you like this, you would lie and you weren’t going to miss the sight of this for nothing. Fighting back the fog that had started to cloud your mind, you forced your eyes open to look down to where he had settled between your open thighs to find him staring right back at you. “Good girl,” he praised you again before pressing a kiss over your clothed sex that made your head fall back already, the anticipation of what was to come making you push up your hips which made Johnny chuckle lowly. He didn’t leave you any time to feel embarrassed by how needy you were when he hooked your panties to the side unceremoniously and licked a broad stripe up your center, tasting your arousal. “Oh fuck,” you breathed out, your hands flying down to tangle them in the long strands of his hair. Johnny worked his tongue in slow and clever strokes, leaving your mind reeling with pleasure and taking his time to take you apart piece by piece, not even paying attention to your leaking center or your aching clit. But when he did wrap his lips around your clit to gently suck on the nub, your mind almost went numb with how intense his touch was, your thighs clamping shut around him. To make it even worse, he started humming around you while prying your thighs back open, holding you down with his large hands. You felt your orgasm approach almost embarrassingly fast now that he was altering between teasing your clit with his tongue, lips and even his teeth and fucking your velvety walls with his tongue, setting your nerve endings on fire. “Johnny I’m close,” you warned him but instead of slowing down, he stretched his jaw wide to press his tongue further into you, his nose bumping into your clit in the process and with the combined sensation and his doubled effort, it took no time for your first orgasm of the night to wash over you, a scream of his name leaving your lips as you shook through it, your mind going equally as numb as your legs.

When you came back to it, Johnny had straightened up between your legs and he was grinning down at you while he was unbuttoning his shirt, his face still shiny with your arousal. “That was the first one,” he spoke darkly. “Come here,” you whined, making grabby hands for him until he took pity on you and covered your body with his before connecting your lips in a bruising kiss. You could still taste yourself on his lips but that somehow just made it even hotter.

“Want you inside me,” you panted against his lips when Johnny broke the kiss in favor of raking his teeth over your racing pulse. “Yeah?” He rasped and ground his hips down into yours, making you feel him strain against the fabric of his pants. “Need it,” you moaned at the sweet friction. “Think you can take me?” He laughed as he leaned back on his hunches to pop open the button of his pants, pulling down the zipper agonizingly slow. With wide eyes you watched him push his pants down his narrow hips, leaving him in just his navy boxers that showed the sizable imprint of his hard cock, the fabric against the head dark from where he had leaked precum. Chuckling, he stroked over the outline and just the sight alone made your mouth water. “Show me,” you breathed, spreading your thighs so he could see your needy core, clenching around nothing. “Hmm,” he hummed, dragging one of his fingers that wasn’t preoccupied with teasing himself through the mess of arousal and his saliva between your legs, only barely dipping it into you to feel the muscles trying to suck him inside. “Don’t tease me,” you whined high in your throat. “But I like seeing you squirm,” Johnny grinned but took mercy on you and sunk his finger into you up to the knuckle, gently pumping it inside you. Still sensitive from how intense your last orgasm had been, you were torn between pulling away and wanting more but Johnny made the decision for you when he pulled his finger out, wiping your arousal onto your thigh.

“Eyes on me,” he commanded and finally freed his cock from his briefs. “Fuck.” The curse left your lips without even noticing at the sight of his flushed cock, too heavy to properly stand up against his toned abs. The tip was tinted red and shiny with precum that Johnny generously spread down that whole length, his eyes not leaving yours as you watched him lazily jerk himself. “Like what you see?” You eagerly nodded your head. “Want it inside me.” “Yeah? Show me.”

Throwing all caution out of the window, you quickly sucked two of your fingers between your lips before guiding them to your weeping core to slip them inside you, letting out an over-exaggerated moan as you crooked them. “Oh you’re so naughty, baby,” Johnny groaned, squeezing the base of his cock tightly as he watched you fingering yourself and if you had even one coherent thought left in your head, you’d have the decency to be embarrassed because of how intensely he was staring. “It’s not enough,” you pouted, pulling your fingers free and spreading them to look at the slick covering them, “I’m so wet for you.” “Such a dirty mouth,” he groaned, quickly grabbing his pants to fish a condom from his wallet to roll over his hard length. “Please, Johnny,” you hiccupped, winding your legs around his waist to pull him closer to you. “Sssh, princess,” he soothed you, running his hands over your torso before bending down to press tender kisses to your stomach, “I’ll take care of you.” “Please kiss me.”

Dropping his elbows next to your head to support his weight, he covered your body with his and caught your lips in a kiss much too tender for your current situation, taking his time to explore your mouth until you were perfectly pliant beneath him. “Tell me if it hurts,” he whispered into the small space between you while he snaked a hand between your bodies to guide his cock to your core. When the head slipped in without much resistance, both of you let out twin moans of pleasure. Painstakingly slowly Johnny pushed inside you, centimeter by centimeter until his hips were flush to yours. “Breathe, princess,” he reminded you because you indeed had held your breath and had buried your nails in his biceps. “Shit, you’re big,” you cursed. “So I’ve been told,” Johnny chuckled and peppered your face and neck with little kisses while he slowly ground his hips so you could get used to him inside you.

“Move,” you demanded after a while. “What’s the magic word baby?” He grinned. “Please, Johnny,” you whimpered, clenching down on him. “Once more.” “Don’t make me beg.” “But you sound so pretty when you do,” he chuckled, only barely moving his hips. “Johnny please,” you whined, trying your best to move on his cock on your own but the angle was just not working out. “Oh, you want to do the work?” “I want you to move,” you groaned, pawing at his chest.

“But I think you’d look so pretty riding my cock,” Johnny rasped and in one fluid movement, he had sat up and pulled you onto his lap. Shit, it felt like he was even deeper now. “Come on, princess.” Whining, you wound your arms around his shoulders and pulled your legs beneath you so you could lift your hips up to make his cock smoothly slide out, the friction just right before you slowly dropped back down again, earning you an appreciative groan from Johnny. “That’s right, baby,” he praised you as you slowly found a comfortable pace, swiveling your hips until the angle was just right. Tightening the grip you had on his shoulders to use it as leverage, you began riding him in earnest, impaling yourself on his cock over and over again until your head was spinning and your thighs started to burn. “Come on, doll,” Johnny grinned, catching one of your nipples between his lips. Whining, you rolled your hips faster until your thighs began shaking. “Need help?” He just grinned, his big hands holding onto your hips to help you move up and down his cock at a steadier pace. “Please Johnny,” you hiccupped, hiding your face in his neck to ground yourself, “Please fuck me.” “Am I not doing just that?” He chuckled, filthily grinding his cock inside you. “Do it right,” you panted into his skin, “Fuck me like you mean it.”

“Then get on your hands and knees for me, baby.” He didn’t have to tell you twice, it was almost comical how quickly you obeyed his command and arched your back for him. “Hmm, that’s it,” he praised you, tracing the curve of your spine with his hands until he reached the space between your shoulder blades where he gently pushed down to make you arch even further. “So good and pliant for me, just waiting to be filled.” “Please,” you just whined again, past the point of caring about how pathetic you sounded, begging for his cock. “Say it baby,” he demanded, slapping his cock against your wet folds. “Please fuck me Johnny. Please. I want your cock inside me so badly. Want you to fuck me until I can’t even remember my own name anymore. Please I need it. I-“ your frantic rambling got cut off by the surprised moan leaving your lips as he thrust into you without any warning. “Don’t hold back baby,” Johnny rasped before gripping your hips tightly to finally fuck you in earnest, the sound of skin slapping together loud in the otherwise silent room. “God, your ass looks amazing,” he moaned, burying himself in your tight heat over and over again, mesmerized by how his cock was glistening in the low light and how easily your body opened up for him, “You’re basically made to take my cock.” You could only mewl at his dirty words and fist the sheets tightly in your hands as you tried to meet his thrusts as best as you could while you felt like you got your soul fucked right out of you.

“Feels so good,” you slurred when you felt the familiar knot in your stomach ready to snap, clenching around Johnny’s cock. “God baby, if you keep clenching like that I’m gonna cum,” Johnny cursed, grabbing you by the neck to pull you up against his chest, the pace of his hips only getting faster. “Please Johnny. Want it inside,” you whined, letting him use your body how he wanted to relish in the low moans he let out. “You want me to fill you up baby?” “Want it so bad, Johnny,” you mewled. “Then cum for me. Cum on my cock and I’ll give you anything you want.” And oh god. You had never thought that the strained sound of a couple of words could be enough to actually trip you over the edge but the rasp in Johnny’s voice had you falling apart in his arms, your orgasm ripping through you so hard it had your thighs shaking. “Such a good girl,” Johnny praised you before he let out a low guttural moan and fucked into you once – then twice – before his hips came to a halt, emptying his cum inside the condom.

For a while you two just panted loudly before Johnny gently laid you back down onto the mattress, chuckling lowly when you whined at the loss of his cock. “Shit,” you giggled while he quickly got rid of the condom, throwing it in the general direction of your trashcan. So tender you could have missed it, Johnny pressed a row of kisses down your spine until he reached the swell of your ass. “Cuddle me,” you pouted, making grabby hands at him. “We’re sweaty, princess,” he laughed but gave in when you kept pouting. “I don’t care,” you whined, fitting your head beneath his, wrapping your arms and legs around his body to cling to him like a koala. “You’re cute,” he smiled, pressing his lips to your forehead.

“For how long did you know?” “Know what?” Johnny asked, clearly confused. “That I was your secret admirer.” “I didn’t.” “It was so obvious,” you groaned. “Okay maybe I got a hunch after we started that group project. But you never said anything.” “What was I supposed to say? Oh Johnny, by the way, I’m the one who has been writing you cringey love letters for like half a year already. Please go out with me?” That made Johnny laugh, the sound melodic in the quiet of your room. “I would have said yes, you know?” He spoke lowly, “I’ll miss your letters.” “What makes you think I will stop writing them?” “Because you can tell me all that stuff in person now when we go on dates.” “We’ll go on dates?” “That’s what people do when they like each other, princess,” Johnny chuckled, “And I really like you. Both as my secret admirer and my classmate.” “Oh my god stop,” you whined, hiding your hot face in his chest, feeling shy all of a sudden while Johnny was just laughing.

“I like you too,” you eventually mumbled once it had gotten quiet again. “I figured,” he teased you. “I changed my mind,” you immediately shot back, rising from where you were cuddled into his chest but every other protest died on your tongue when you saw his dreamy expression, his honey eyes finding yours and completely ignoring the fact that you were still very much naked. “Date me,” he said. “Okay,” you answered, easily meeting his lips in a sweet kiss that wouldn’t be the last one you two shared tonight.

“Hello and welcome back, that was Middle Of The Night by Monsta X, suggested to us by raibebe through our Twitter with the hashtag JonJaeLoveTalk. We’re your DJ’s John-D.” “And Jae-D on NCT Night Night. Hello again to all of our listeners. John-D.” “Yes Jae-D,” Johnny chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Something is off today. I looked through our mail and there was no letter from your secret admirer.” “Oh really,” he feigned surprise. “Either they didn’t send anything in or our director got sick of the pining.” “I can calm you right back down Jae-D,” Johnny smiled, “Because she simply doesn’t need to send any more letters. I finally found her.” “No way. For real? And you didn’t tell me? I have to find out through our radio show? Friendship is dead,” Jaehyun sighed dramatically and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Jae-D you know you’ll always be the number one in my heart, you know that.” At that Jaehyun let out fake gagging noises that made both friends chuckle.

“No but for real. I finally found her and asked her out. It’s going great so yeah,” Johnny shrugged, “In case you’re listening baby: I’m dropping by later and bring sushi.” “This is so domestic already,” Jaehyun sighed dramatically, “Where is my secret admirer?” “Maybe you could find love as well if you stopped acting like the textbook example of a frat boy.” “What is that even supposed to mean?”

Smiling, you leaned back on your sofa and listened to your boyfriend bickering with his best friend. Boyfriend. That sounded good even though it still felt unreal. Love Letters weren’t dead after all it seemed.

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honeypiehotchner · 3 years

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Unconventional (Hotch x Fem!Reader) — part eight

I’m currently babysitting a barely 8 week old kitten so you can imagine how hard it is to type right now, but anywho! Things are about to get good ;)

Warnings: the typical ~suggestive~ comments that are about to get more frequent but that’s about it here

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You spend most of the night idly scrolling through the gallery of dresses.

Aaron took you out for dinner as promised, but due to his and your never ending piles of work, you both parted ways after eating. Not for lack of communicating, though, because he’s practically texting you every hour.

Aaron: The plan is to leave for New York by 5pm on Friday. Does this work for you?

You smile, knowing it’s the bare minimum for him to coordinate with you, but still loving it regardless.

All good with me

Aaron: Good. How are the dresses?

Expensive-looking. But pretty

This time, Aaron answers your text with a phone call.

“Yes?” You laugh. “Did your fingers get tired?”

You don’t realize how your question sounds until you hear his reply. “Oh, no. They never do.”

Your eyes widen at the remark and you go quiet, unsure of how to dig yourself out of this one.

His low chuckle vibrates through your ears. “I wanted to hear your voice. That’s all.”

“That’s...sweet,” you murmur. “Are you better now? After hearing it?”

“Mm, much. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

You continue scrolling through dresses, marking a few (there’s a small box next to each one that you can check if it interests you).

After a few moments of idle silence, Aaron speaks again. “I won’t be able to see you again until Friday.”

Your heart shouldn’t have sunk in the way that it did, so you ignore it. “That’s fine. What about the dresses?”

“You’ll have time to try them on before the event,” he assures you. “But I can have them sent to your apartment before then if you’d like.”

The idea of having expensive dresses like that here in the vicinity of Megan makes you shake your head. “No, that’s okay. I’m fine with trying them on this weekend. Meg might steal one if they come here.”

“I’m fine with buying your roommate something nice.”

“Why?”

“As a thank you for writing me so well in the article.”

You snort. “You wrote the answers because I was an idiot.”

“She still wrote me well.”

“Alright, fine,” you breathe, getting cut off by a yawn. “If you insist.”

“What would she like?”

“Anything, honestly,” you chuckle. “You could get her a coffee mug and she’d be happy. Actually, she might like a fancy dinner with Sean instead.”

“Got it,” he says.

“By the way, you’re going to have to choose which dresses I wear.”

You can practically hear his shock through the phone. “Pardon?”

“Because,” you pause, clicking on another, “I have no clue what to wear. There’s so many here, and I don’t know what’ll be right for whatever we’re going to.”

“Okay, I’ll pick them for you,” he replies, sounding a little more excited than you expected.

It makes you grin, but you say nothing else.

+++

In typical you fashion, you wait until Thursday night to begin packing for the weekend in New York.

Megan comes in from dinner with the newspaper crew, finding you in your bedroom, suitcase open on the bed with clothes all over the place.

“Are you moving out or something?” She jokes.

You spin around from the closet, giving her a sheepish smile. “I didn’t know you were back. Uh, no, but, surprise! Aaron and I are going to New York tomorrow.”

“New York?” Megan blurts. “New-fucking-York?”

“Yeah,” you chuckle, tossing a t-shirt on your bed. “He has an event to go to.”

“In New York?”

“Yes,” you nod slowly. “We’re taking his private jet-- Would you stop looking at me like that?”

“I’m not looking at you like anything!” Megan protests with a mischievous grin. “As long as you’re having fun, there’s nothing wrong with it.”

“I didn’t think there was,” you grumble quietly, stuffing some things in the suitcase.

“Nope,” she shakes her head. “This all has sugar daddy energy, just saying.”

You respond by promptly shoving a pillow at her face.

“I better get pictures,” she says after a while, hugging said pillow to her chest. “Do you know what you’re wearing to the...party?”

“Not yet,” you say. “He hasn’t even told me what exactly it’s for. But I told him he’ll have to pick out what dresses I’ll wear because I have no fucking clue what to wear. He made me pick from four hundred dresses. Four hundred!”

“Sounds like heaven to me.”

“Well, trust me, anything I don’t really like, you can have.”

“Hell yeah,” Megan cheers. “Speaking of, Sean told me Aaron is paying for a dinner date for us.”

“Oh, yeah,” you nod. “He wanted to do something to thank you for the article you wrote. He said you wrote him better than he’s ever been, and he wanted to repay you.”

Megan shakes her head with a wistful smile. “Seriously, who is this guy?”

“No idea,” you murmur. “But he’s amazing.”

“He’s incredible,” she agrees. “And you’re still onboard with the...no feelings part?”

You give her a look as you shove a few bras into your suitcase. “Feelings are the least of my worries.”

+++

Friday evening can’t come fast enough, but eventually, it does arrive.

Aaron gets to your apartment around four, which baffles you until he explains that the two of you won’t need to go through any security. Apparently, when you’re flying on a private jet, and when you’re a man like Aaron Hotchner, you can drive right onto the tarmac, right up to the plane. No long lines inside with security and no sprinting across the building to get to the correct gate.

Megan is at the apartment still when Aaron arrives to pick you up.

“Behave,” you hiss at her as you walk to the door. All she does is hold her hands up in surrender, but you know her well enough to know she won’t stop.

You open the door, greeting Aaron with a smile that he mirrors. “Hey.” He’s in a suit sans the tie, per usual, but this one is a navy blue instead of his usual black.

“Hi,” he replies. “Ready for New York?”

You grimace a little. You’ve never really flown anywhere and that thought has been idly in the back of your mind, but you haven’t let it get the best of you.

Motioning for him to come inside, you give Megan another slight look. Aaron steps inside, unbuttoning his blazer before stuffing his hand in his front pocket of his pants.

“Thanks for dinner last night!” Megan calls out from the couch. “Sean and I really appreciate it.”

Aaron nods. “Thank you, it was well deserved.”

While they’re sharing some small talk, you grab your suitcase and purse from your bedroom, rolling it out before Megan can ask any weird questions.

“I’m all set,” you announce, letting Aaron take the suitcase from you without hesitation, knowing he’d insist.

“Have fun, use protection, all that jazz.”

You turn around to give Megan the biggest glare. “We are leaving. See you later.”

“Later,” Megan sings, chuckling mischievously.

You grab Aaron’s free hand and tug him out the door and away from Megan. You should’ve known that she’d still try (and succeed) in embarrassing you.

“I’m sorry about her,” you say as you turn for the stairs. “I told her to behave--”

“It’s alright,” Aaron replies. “I’ve had worse said to me in interviews.”

“Right,” you nod.

Once hitting the ground floor and exiting the building, you see Aaron’s car waiting where it was the first time he came here to pick you up. It’s weirdly nostalgic, despite that being just last week.

“Dave is waiting for us on the plane. Steven took the weekend off, so he won’t be joining us.” Aaron pauses to put your suitcase in the trunk of the car. “I packed your dresses in a separate suitcase, it’s already on the jet.”

You move to open the passenger door and Aaron all but smacks your hand away. In reality, he grabs your hand and presses it into your chest, shaking his head sternly.

You’re embarrassed to say it makes heat flood your body.

Aaron drives with one hand on the wheel, another on the gear shift in the middle. Midway through a conversation, you place your hand on his arm, and a moment later, his hand finds its way to your thigh.

You bite back a grin, putting your hand over his.

+++

Even private jets are a lot bigger in person than you originally thought. It makes Aaron’s car look tiny, thus making you feel miniscule.

“Are you serious?” You ask Aaron while he’s parking on the tarmac. “This is yours?”

“Technically the company’s,” he says. “But I own that too, so.”

You roll your eyes. “Of course.”

You reach for the door, freezing when you feel his hand back on your thigh, squeezing this time to get your attention.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, little girl.”

You blink. “Okay.”

He narrows his eyes. “You know that’s not the correct response.”

Licking your lips, you nod. “Yes, sir.”

His thumb gently smooths over the skin of your inner thigh. “Good girl.” He leans over, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I’ll get your door. Stay right here.”

You don’t dare move a single muscle, but you don’t think you could’ve even if you tried. He knows exactly how to stun you and he does it well.

As promised, he opens your door for you and extends his hand for you to take, which you do. A few people are standing on the tarmac next to the stairs for the jet, one of which you recognize as Dave.

Aaron intertwines your fingers with his as he tugs you toward the jet. “They’ll get our things,” he explains quietly as you walk. “Dave,” he greets the man with a smile. “Ready for another trip?”

“As long as you are,” Dave says. “Are you ready, Miss L/N?”

“I’ve never been to New York, so yeah,” you chuckle, squeezing Aaron’s hand out of excitement.

“This is Captain Foster, a good friend and even better pilot,” Aaron introduces the other man with a professional nod. “He’s been my pilot for almost every flight.”

“Except the ones he schedules on my vacations,” the Captain jokes. He’s an older man, which tells you he absolutely will not give up his vacation time for anyone -- even Aaron. “It’s very nice to meet you, ma’am.”

“Thank you, you too, Captain,” you return the courtesy, despite the endless weird feeling from being called ma’am. At least he isn’t trying to address you as ‘my lady’ like Steve.

“We’re all ready for boarding,” the Captain says to Aaron. “Traffic is light and the weather is perfect from here to New York, so it should be a peaceful trip.”

“Thank you,” Aaron says kindly. Then, looking over at you, he says, “Ready?”

You aren’t sure what you expected when you boarded the jet. You knew to expect a level of luxury because you’ve learned in your short time with Aaron to expect nothing less from him. But this is…

“This is insane,” you blurt. “Is that a bed?”

“It is,” Aaron says from beside you. “I like to sleep sometimes on flights like these, especially since we’ll be arriving late. It’s only for cruising altitudes, of course. You still have to be seated and buckled during take off and landing.”

Duh, you think, but still, a bed?

“I’ll be sitting up front with Captain Foster,” Dave says from behind you, causing you to turn your head. “It’s been a while since I’ve played co-pilot.”

“As long as you don’t touch anything, you’re more than welcome,” the Captain says before looking at Aaron. “I’ll do one more look over, and then I’ll be over the speaker to let you know to strap in.”

On that note, Dave and the Captain disappear into the cockpit, leaving you and Aaron in the main body of the jet. You’re still staring with wide eyes, but you can’t help it.

“There’s also a kitchen at the back, as well as a restroom,” Aaron points in the correct direction. “I don’t usually bring a crew with me on these flights. I like to be left alone most of the time.”

“I wouldn’t want to share this space with anyone either,” you say. “When did you get this?”

He thinks for a moment. “A few years ago. This is the third jet we’ve bought, actually. The other two are used for short flights only as they’re on their way to retiring.”

“So you really do fly like...a lot.”

“Some months I’m in the air more than I’m on the ground.”

“Damn.”

Aaron lets you wander around the jet a moment longer, watching you as your fingers trail along the leather seats. Before long, though, Captain Foster’s voice is echoing through the speakers, letting you both know it’s time to buckle yourselves in for take off.

You take the seat next to Aaron and buckle in, grabbing his hand and placing it back on your thigh, grinning when he raises his eyebrows at you.

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mystic-sky · 4 years

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A fan fic of Gojo Satoru inspired by the song Heaven by Julia Michaels 😭 I enjoyed your writings 🥰🥰🥰

The moment you met him was ingrained into your brain, even years after you both parted. It had been raining that day, possibly 7:30pm, and you were held up in a cafe for shelter. You had been dosing off a bit after your classmates left you an hour or so prior. You regretted staying up so late to watch that sit-com the night before. But it was a Friday, and you didn’t have class the next day. The paper was finally finished and you proudly packed your things together. You kept fantasizing about how your efforts during the week were soon to be rewarded by slumber.

The sound of thunder brought you back to reality within the quiet coffee space.

“I guess I should sit back down,” you said to yourself. You were standing by the glass doors and ready to leave, bag over your shoulder. You held your book in one arm before fisting the sleeves of your sweater. The one time I forget my umbrella, you thought.

There was something soothing about watching the busy streets of Tokyo while rain hit the window screen. You felt yourself unwinding, relaxing in place. Sometimes your school and work life felt so hectic. It was nice to slow down from time to time and breathe.

“Man, you don’t have an umbrella? That sucks.” An incredibly tall, white haired male spoke beside you, snapping you out of your zen moment.

You turned your head towards him, and he wasn’t even looking at you. He wore a thick black sweatshirt, black jeans and dark boots. He had thick black shades on, and surely an umbrella in his hands. He had a gorgeous profile, and his jawline was extremely defined. Was he some sort of supermodel, you thought.

“Yeah, I know.” You say, sighing to yourself. You were partially offended, but mostly tired. He was handsome, but you didn’t have time for flirting. You just wanted to go home and run a hot bath. He looked like he was going to break your heart anyways.

“It says the rain is going to stop within the hour on the weather app.” He said, scrolling and tapping away at his phone. “You goin’ to the train station?”

“Oh, yeah.” You say shyly. You nervously tucked some hair behind your ears before looking straight ahead. Why the fuck was this supermodel speaking to you?

Granted, it was hard for you to stop looking at him every so often.

“Like what you see?”

You blinked at him repeatedly, earning a cocky chuckle from him.

“Wanna walk with me?” He asked, peering down at you. You looked at him, pondering if he was seriously trying to hit on you right now. Surely if you had known him, maybe walking to the station with him solely for the use of his umbrella would’ve been fine. You don’t know if it was the sleep deprivation or the fact that he truly did seem a little arrogant that stemmed your next response as you spoke.

“I don’t even know you.” You said bluntly, and you meant it disrespectfully.

“Not yet.” He said slyly. “But I’ve seen you around campus a lot.”

You stood still, pondering again if you had actually seen him before. Wait- wasn’t he in your political science class? You put a finger to your chin before finally igniting the imaginary, anxious little light bulb above your head.

“Professor Edamura’s class right?” You were such a lecture worm in that class, and the professor had yet to start group assignments. You had absolutely no need to befriend anyone in that class yet. Nonetheless, it was your largest lecture class this semester, and you only met once a week.

“Bingo.” He grinned.

“There’s like 120 people in that lecture.”

“Yeah. But I think you’re the cutest.” You stared at him, dumbfounded and blush stuck on your cheeks.

“Thank you,” you say, squeezing your arms around your book and pressing it towards your chest.

“Oh look, the rain is stopping.” He says, leaning forward and intently staring out the window.

“Well, see you Wednesday.” He smiled a cheeky smile.

You felt like a child, blushing foolishly whilst you watched him walk out and down the street.

You almost wish you hadn’t met him.

Days would go by until you saw him again. He made his appearance on Wednesday, at 2pm in Professor Edamura’s class. He sat beside you, offering you a wink before taking out his own computer beside you and your own. Aside from a greeting, he didn’t say a word until the lecture ended. You really had spoken too soon about not befriending anyone, because you had gotten slurped up into a group project with 4 other people.

“So, Friday night, we could all go to my place. I don’t live too far from here.” You wanted to meet at the library instead. Why did he want to go to his house? However, it seemed he was a rather popular guy and everyone loved him. You learned his name was Gojo Satoru. And then you lost the vote 4 to 1.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as the women in your group swooned at him as he talked. This sucks.

All of you created a group chat in which you sparked ideas for the project’s format. You honestly think the other girls in your group were just more excited they had his number.

Thursday night came, and you were in your robe and face mask when your phone went off. You blinked repeatedly, realizing Satoru had texted you directly and not the group chat.

Heyy

Hey, Is everything okay?

Yeah, I honestly just can’t wait to see you tomorrow.

You stared at the message, absolutely not having time for his shit. You didn’t respond. Rather, you went in your settings and purposely turned on read receipts and went to bed.

You wished you could’ve left him on read in real life too as you sat on the floor pillow in his living room the next evening. The other three group mates bailed, texting the chat just 20 minutes after you got there.

“Guess it’s just the two of us,” he chuckled.

“Don’t look so happy about it.” You rolled your eyes. This project was 30 percent of your grade, you wanted to punch someone.

“I can’t help it,” he says, sitting across from you on a different floor pillow. “I won’t lie. I had been thinking of asking you on a date. I didn’t think I’d get so lucky.”

“And did you text the other girls in our group the same thing the night before?” You say, nonchalantly opening your book. You didn’t even look his way.

“No, they’re incredibly annoying.” He sighed genuinely. You finally looked at him. They were pretty annoying. Because of them, you were sitting across from him with nothing separating you but an extremely expensive coffee table. The library would’ve been better.

“You’re pretty cool though. Kind of bummed you didn’t text me back.”

“Because I know what you’re up to.” You say, scribbling away in your notes.

“And what might that be?” He takes off his shades, putting them on the glass coffee table. You’d never forget the way he stared at you with his mesmerizing blue shells.

“I’m not going to fall in love with you. I don’t have time for that.” You firmly set your pencil down, looking at him.

“I don’t exactly want you to.” He chuckled. You looked at him before speaking again.

“So what do you want from me?” You say, placing your face in your palm and leaning forward a bit to look at him directly. The intense stare you had was sure to ring out the truth from his lips.

“I said I wanted to take you on a date.” He laughs. “Get to know you a bit, but ultimately take you to bed at the end of the night, if you don’t mind. You can decline, I just wanted to show you a good time.”

He just blatantly asked you to sleep with him. Somehow, you admired that. You hated people that wasted your time. At least this way, you felt like you had some power in the situation. You could decline him or not, and you knew exactly what would become of your situation-ship if you started something.

“Sure,” you say calmly, to his surprise. You shift yourself around the table, right beside his body.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” you took hold of his jaw, delicately planting a kiss. He had no idea you were so confident. He only had a girl initiate the kiss once before. Your lips were incredibly soft and pillowy. He was already hard, wondering just what your sex was like if you kissed him like this. The semester’s stress had gotten to you. You were only hoping he could help you unwind.

You shifted over his body, straddling him against the bottom of the sofa. You’d give him exactly what he wanted.

“You better be good at this, or don’t even bother looking at me after we finish this project.” You break from his lips.

“Oh princess, I don’t ever disappoint.” He smirked. You were alarmed at his strength when he lifted both your bodies off the ground. He sucked in your lips, kissing you firmly as he brought you to his bedroom.

That night, he gave you the best sex of your entire life. He wasn’t lying about not disappointing you.

You remember the day you guys finally had to present your project, which didn’t come out too bad. Satoru had seduced the girls who didn’t show up on Friday into doing majority of the work. You remember him telling you that they deserved it after you attempted to nag him for messing with them like that.

“You and me worked hard last Friday night, right princess? So what’s the big deal?” He whispered into your ear while you all gathered in front of the lecture. You presented your part that you did on your own with constant red hues plaguing your face. You wish he waited to say that after the presentation. Now, you were worked up again. The events of skin touching skin had been stuck in your mind.

You couldn’t get his extremely large hands and hot body out of your head. For something that was supposed to be a stress reliever, the thought of his sex lived on within you and it was getting annoying. He caught up with you after you rushed out the room as soon as class ended.

“You have time before your next class?” He peered down at you, grinning a sexy and devilish smile.

“Why?” You ask.

“Let’s go grab a bite to eat, on me. I promise really do work harder than I like to show off. The thing I did for the project isn’t really my character. I just didn’t like how the other girls were going to push all the work on you.”

He sounded genuinely sorry for the situation.

“It’s fine. They deserved it anyway. They never replied to me when I texted them. If it wasn’t for you using your ‘sexiness’ to make them get busy, we would’ve gotten a shitty grade for sure.” You used air quotes around the word ‘sexiness’.

“You think I’m sexy?” He said smugly.

“Of course that’s all you picked up from the entirety of what I said.” You rolled your eyes, and he laughed a hearty laugh.

“Obviously,” you say quietly, he almost didn’t hear you.

“You’re so fucking cute,” he said, laughter dying down. You had this annoyed blush on your face as the both of you walked. You did end up going out to eat with him. But somehow, you also ended up fucking him in the restaurant bathroom right after.

His hands squeezed your hips as you pressed you ass closer against him. You never realized you could feel so full. He slammed his length into you, while you shamelessly watched yourself pant beneath him in front of the mirror.

“You’re such a pretty girl, look how pretty you are. I wanna see your face again when you cum.” He coaxed you whilst gripping your neck.

“Don’t be so loud though, then we’ll get caught. You don’t want this to end do you?”

Your juices were running down your weak legs, and you were holding back pleasure filled squeals while he rammed himself into you. It had been a while since you had been fucked so well aside from last Friday. And something about the thrill of someone knocking on the door, which wasn’t even locked, helped you find your climax during that 10 minute session.

You called out his name as you clenched around his length, causing him to throw his hand over your hot mouth.

“Shhh,” he shushed you as he lifted your body towards his own.

“We won’t be able to do stuff like this in the future if you’re so loud.” His hot breath poured into your ear. Your knees were burning, but the pleasure in your core was enough to over shadow it. You were ashamed to admit it, but you were cumming again onto his dick.

“Satoru, my legs...” you muffled against his hand.

“I’ve got you sweetheart, don’t worry.” His thrusts were quickening and you felt him twitch inside you. He released himself into the rubber he wore before removing his member from you. You collapsed your upper body onto the sink for support.

He was incredibly sweet somehow, sliding your jeans and panties up for you.

“Can you walk?” He asked.

“I can manage.” You say, stumbling back against his chest. He caught you whilst you buttoned your jeans.

“The look on your face is priceless.” He said, looking at you in the mirror. You were a disheveled blushing mess, but somehow you were scowling at him for making you cum in such a short time.

“You can hold my arm for support,” he watched as you fixed what you could of your top and hair.

“Shut up.” You said, wrapping yourself onto his arm and exiting the bathroom.

Sex with him was filled with plentiful moments like this. He would spontaneously show up around you, asking to hang out. It helped out a lot, considering you were less stressed and chirpier, your friends noticed. A little bit of dick does everyone good sometimes.

You did your best to keep it strictly sex related, and you felt like he was casually following whatever you wanted to do. He was a decent friend, listening to your qualms about school and your other friendships. He took in a lot of stories and life situations from you, but he rarely ever talked about himself. You had slept with him countless times by then, but you really knew nothing about him. The thing that made it worse is that he started to sex you more passionately, stirring your feelings in a bunch.

He towered above your body in the dark moonlit room. It was another Friday, and you were lost in his sex yet again. He was so close, kissing and sucking your lips til they were sore and bruised. He dragged his mouth against your neck and down to your chest. You didn’t know what had gotten into him, but he was keen to keep the space between you as close as possible. You hadn’t see him all week, and you both didn’t have any classes together this season. The spontaneous adventures became more planned due to your busy schedules.

He inserted himself into your warmth, making you arch your back and press your breasts to his chest.

“Fuck, I missed you.”

Your entire head was hot from the whisper he made into your ear. You wished he wouldn’t say things like that. It was starting to fuck with you. You let out a moan as he filled you up completely, grinding your sex towards him from underneath.

“It looks like you missed me too,” he chuckled. Your sex was loud and wet. You couldn’t lie to him even if you tried— your body wouldn’t let you.

You found yourself moaning how much you missed him as he rolled into you endlessly throughout the evening.

“I know baby,” he placed sweet kisses against your face and neck, “I know.”

You chose to block this specific memory out whenever you told your friends this story. He had sexed you like he loved you that night and you had too many orgasms to count.

You awoke in the morning with him clinging to your naked body. It really wasn’t the first time something romantic like this had happened but it was the first time you felt provoked to say something.

“Satoru...” You said against his hair. He grumbled a groggy hum into your neck. You didn’t know if this was the right time to say it, but you were tired of the subtle hints of affection he had been mixing in with all the lust.

“It’s getting hard for me to keep this relationship strictly sex based,” you begin.

“I really do want to get to know you more. But sometimes you throw me these mixed signals and I get confused.”

He sat up, bringing his blue gaze towards yours.

“Then we should stop.” He said bluntly. He wasn’t asking you either.

“We should,” you sort of agree, confusedly.

“I had a feeling this was going to happen.” He said, tearing himself from you.

“But it’s cool. I’ve got somewhere to be. You need a ride home?” He asked. You nodded. That morning for the first time in a long time, you both got dressed together in solitude. There was no banter, no joking around and none of the occasional compliment or kiss.

He drove you home, in comfortable silence on his part. When you both of reached in front of your house he finally spoke.

“Don’t look so down, honey. At the end of the day, you were just a warm body to me. Cheer up though, you served your purpose.”

You could’ve cried but you knew exactly what this was from the beginning. Was it possible he was starting to feel something? And this was his way of running from it? You stared at your lap. There was no point of trying to read too hard into it now.

“Thanks for the ride.” You say, shutting the door. He watched you walk into your house. He hadn’t known you were so sensitive considering the persona you’d been giving him since the very beginning. He would never be able to apologize to you for it either— he had too much pride.

He never texted or called you after that. Not that you were surprised, you knew he wasn’t the one for you. He was too secretive despite his outgoing nature. An experience it was, you thought it was fun. You did your best to look at the situation as optimistically as possible.

Whenever you saw him on campus, you didn’t even bother looking at him. You walked right by him. He knew better than to speak to you. One day you were sitting in the cafe you first met him in. It was raining just like it was last year. You knew he saw you scribbling away through the glass window. He entered anyway, with a brunette attached to his arm. She laughed loudly as she pressed her breasts to his bicep. You casually sipped your iced coffee, eying him briefly before returning to your work.

He was pretty ballsy.

“You okay babe?” Suguru slid his large hand over yours, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You hummed in delight, watching him take hold of your hand and press your knuckles to his lips.

“When you’re done, how about we go to that Hibachi place you like?”

You held back an excited squeal at the dark haired male in front of you.

“I’d like that a lot.”

part 2

#gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo smut #gojo sensei #jujutsu kaisen #jjk angst #jjk #jjk smut #im sorry but just because they're your fav does not mean im gonna write the relationship all lovey dovey #fictional characters are not exempt to toxicity #but I love the song so much I couldn't write it any other way

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missskzbiased · 3 years

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Eggy First Date

Summary: You can’t seem to catch a break this week. You’ve run out of eggs, visibly stained your living room carpet with grape juice, and worst of all: your laundry machine has broken down. Such an event has resulted in you awkwardly shuffling your dirty clothes to the nearest laundromat, but hey, at least the boy using the machine next to you is cute!

WC: 2,3 K

Requested: By Stayndays <3 Thank you, Buddy!

Genre: Slice of Life, Fluff, Humor (?)

AUs: College, (Implied) Classmates to Lovers, Crushes, Kinda Friends to Lovers

Pairing: Yang Jeongin X GN! Reader

Rebloggable Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Warnings: Mentions of food, Language (Crap/Shit)

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Yep… Turns out it’s impossible to fix one’s life in a few hours.

You should have known better than letting everything pile up like that, but now it was a little bit too late to be sorry. As your phone insisted on reminding you ─ alarm shouting for anyone to hear ─, your parents should arrive at your apartment in about two hours. It didn’t sound too bad when you put it like this, but when you think in perspective, it’s kinda easy to see why you’re screwed up…

The first problem: You have no eggs.

It may not sound that alarming, but you promised your mom to flex your culinary skills and bake her favorite cake as soon as she came to visit you. Funnily enough, when you tried to fix some scrambled eggs on Tuesday ─ a hopeful attempt to eat anything other than cup noodles ─ you had to drop half of them to your recently cleaned floor. In other words, not only you had to clean your floor again but you also had only four eggs to make your lunch and survive the week… Which meant you ran out of eggs by Wednesday.

Now, you didn’t have to be a genius to know that having no eggs meant no favorite cake for your mom… And as much as having no cake didn’t sound like the end of the world, it was only the beginning. No cake meant questions, and questions meant answers, and answers meant you would have to either tell them the truth or lie to them… Unfortunately, you couldn’t tell them the truth or else you would expose your Thursday’s mistake, but we’ll get to that later.

That being said, you were left with two options: Lie to them ─ and risk being caught ─ or buy fresh eggs to bake her a cake. It was needless to say that you went with the last one. However, by Wednesday night ─ when, despite having no eggs, you had finals to worry about ─, buying your groceries after your exams, on Friday, sounded like the perfect plan. And it kinda was… At least for the next 24H that followed it, before you managed to screw everything up on Thursday.

The second problem: Grape juice.

You were stressed out, alright?! You had only one more day to go with your exams and it may or may not have gotten to your head. So drinking grape juice on the couch ─ since you had no actual food to eat and have been feeding on liquids ─ while watching a 20 minutes episode of Brooklyn 99 was a good way to relax. Perhaps, you should act more like the nonfunctional college student that you were. This way, you would be studying in your room instead of missing the coffee table as you laughed; spilling your juice on the carpet.

Of course, it couldn’t be a normal carpet that was totally replaceable… No, it had to be the very own carpet your grandma gifted to your father when he moved out… It happened to be the same one her mother gave to her when she moved out as well! Of course, it had to be this one and not the stupid carpet on your bathroom that meant absolutely nothing. It had to be the carpet your father gifted to you while saying that this new journey full of responsibilities ─ also called miserable college life ─ would be blessed by your previous generations or whatever!

Basically, you just drowned your whole family in cheap juice that tasted like purple! Because of a joke! A joke that wasn’t even that good! It definitely wasn’t worth it.

Whatever was the necessary skill to remove a stain from a carpet, you didn’t have it. And you didn’t have the time to learn it either. So, as a desperate student, you did the best you could: Blot the liquid with a wet cloth, pour about half of the ocean over the spot, mix the most random stuff you had, soak the carpet overnight, and go off to sleep so you wouldn’t botch your finals.

The third problem: The Rise of the Machines.

When you got home after your exams ─ no eggs, ‘cause your mind was too focused on saving the carpet ─, you were still hopeful that everything was going to be okay. The Internet blessed you with the ultimate knowledge to remove any stains from a sacred carpet and you followed each step as if your life depended on it. Because it did. You did such an amazing job that the spotless area turned into a clean spot on the dirty carpet… And that, dearest friends, was the real problem.

It was exactly 10:27 PM when you decided to shove your carpet into the washing machine and go downstairs to buy a burger on your friend’s stand. It was about 11:13 PM when you got back to your place, happily fed and unworried about your life. It took you less than a minute to have all of your happiness fading away as you saw that the foam spilled over the floor, bringing you a sad realization: Your washing machine had failed you.

In other words, you had a damp, dirty carpet to save, a dozen eggs to buy, a cake to bake, and a lie to keep in the next… Twelve hours or something. And you needed to sleep for at least half of that time. But that was okay! Everything was fine… You had six hours to fix your entire life tomorrow, right? Yeah… Except that not really, no. Because obviously ─ how didn’t you see that coming? ─, your phone had decided to not wake you up the next morning.

The fourth problem: Your parents.

The two hours ahead of you could mean twenty minutes or even a second… Knowing your parents, they could be standing right in front of your door, ringing your bell and asking themselves why you weren’t home. The answer would be because you were at the laundromat next to your building, which wasn’t the cheapest one but it was the closest thing you had to a miracle right now. Well, it would be, if the washing machine actually gave a shit about your struggles.

As the water slowly spilled over your carpet ─ instead of being gushed to soak the damn thing ─, you let your shoulders drop and a sigh escape from your lips. You didn’t know if you felt more relieved for finally having things working out or defeated for having to go through all of this. The exhausted eyes you met in your reflection were a good hint, though, and you got closer to the glass door to rest your forehead on the cold surface and take a small break. At least ─ as long as your parents didn’t arrive before the drying cycle ─, they would never know about the truth and everything should be just fine… You wouldn’t need to worry about being kicked out from the family.

“Crap” You grumbled, mindlessly knocking your head on the door on repeat.

“Tough day, huh?” The soft voice was familiar, but the warm hand preventing you from hitting the glass again wasn’t. You frowned before turning to check if you weren’t going crazy. To your misfortune, the cute boy smiling sympathetically at you was exactly who you thought it was “That’s bad for you” He pointed out, chuckling as he watched you snapping your head away from his hand.

“Hey!” You blurted; face burning to the thought of him seeing you like this. Why everything had to go so wrong in your life?! Why did Jeongin have to see you wearing the most sloppy outfit you could ever wear? Your hands flew to your hair to try and fix the nest on top of your head “What’s up?” You huffed playfully; hitting his shoulder lightly in the most unnatural way that you could.

Way to go, Y/N! Humiliate yourself in front of your crush!

“Just washing some stuff” He shrugged, pointing to the machine next to yours, “You don’t usually come here, though… Well, at least, I never saw you here before” He mused, arching his brow “Are you following me around now?” He whispered teasingly, cupping his hand around his mouth as he smirked at you.

“What?! No!” You panicked, widening your eyes and floundering your hands in the air “I’m not, I swear!” You insisted as he stared at you mockingly, “If anything you’re the one following me! I live nearby! Where do you live?! Is it even close?!” You defended yourself vehemently; poking his chest as you visibly lost your mind.

“I’m joking, jeez!” He chortled, rubbing his torso “Calm down, Y/N… It’s your neighborhood, I know” He reassured you, squeezing your shoulder and chuckling as you relaxed under his touch “I was just trying to make you feel better” He explained; hand sliding to pat your back “What’s up? Did you mess up on your exams?” Jeongin asked; tone wandering around curiosity and worry.

“No… I did just fine” You sighed; getting him to tilt his head in confusion ─ he’s so cute scrunching his nose like this! ─ while you smiled at him, getting back to your senses.

It was just Jeongin, for Lord’s sake… He was your classmate! He had seen you look way worse than this before, if you were being honest. Which wasn’t that reassuring now that you think about it… But anyway! He had seen you drooling all over your desk, and snoring, and looking like a zombie! There was nothing to worry about… Even if he kinda is really cute and you kinda have a crush on him.

“Wanna talk about it?” He offered friendly. Did he really have to be this kind and bubbly while smiling at you? Couldn’t he be a little bit less cute? Or just look like a normal human being while doing his laundry? Like having messy hair… Or messy clothes… Or dark circles under his eyes… Or just not look this fresh and perfect and… “Y/N?” He called unsurely, waving his hand in front of your eyes.

“Sorry” You rushed to say, ducking your head between your shoulders “I... I mean, there’s a lot going on in my mind now” It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it wasn’t quite the truth. You were just thinking about him, but he didn’t need to know that, “Mom and Dad are going to come and visit me today… I promised to bake her a cake, but I ran out of eggs” Now you were just spilling whatever was on your mind, hm? It probably didn’t even make sense for him.

“And you thought doing your laundry could get you some?” He joked confusedly, laughing as you pouted at him.

“No…” You whined, kicking him lightly “I knocked my grape juice on the family’s sacred carpet… So I’m trying to make it look okay or else my dad is going to kill me” You explained further, pinching the bridge of your nose “But they’re coming and I still have to buy those damn eggs, and bake this damn cake, and wash this damn—”

“Hey, hey” He shushed you, holding both of your shoulders to prompt you to look into his eyes. They held a thousand million stars… But that wasn’t really the point “Everything’s good, okay? Why don’t we go to buy some eggs, then you go and bake your cake?” He suggested calmly, massaging your skin as he smiled reassuringly “I can take care of your laundry… Mine is here anyway” He chuckled, seeing the way your eyes lit up to his plan “I can get it to your house before they get there… They’ll never know” He promised.

“No way” You chirped; hands jolting to his face and grabbing his cheeks firmly “Jeongin” You said seriously; eyes unwavering as you stared right into his “You’re my hero” You stated matter-of-factly, enticing a wide grin from him “I owe you my life, I mean it” You concluded, quickly letting go of his face.

What were you doing?!

“Ask me on a date and we’re even” He joked.

“Don’t be silly” You rolled your eyes, pretending not to be affected by his friendly banter.

“Fair enough… So go out with me on a date and we’re even” He smirked; eyes glinting amusedly as you let your mouth fall agape to his request. You took a while to react properly, and the growing silence seemed to get into Jeongin’s head, “I mean… I’d like to if that’s okay with you…” He shrugged, gulping down nervously “I’ve been wanting to… I was going to ask… I was just waiting for…” He floundered, clearing his throat to make it less obvious.

“Well, if it makes us even…” You fought back your smile, watching as his anxiety dissolved into relief before he beamed at you “I guess I’d love to go on a date with you...” He laughed wholeheartedly, taking your hands in his “What about next week?” You suggested coyly, enjoying the warmth of his touch.

“What about now?” He grinned like a fox.

“Have you listened to what I said before?” You chortled “I have to buy some eggs and –” You began to enumerate on your fingers, but he giggled playfully, interrupting you.

“You know what’s funny?” He smirked “My dream was to buy some eggs with you as a first date… I don’t think we’ll ever get this chance again” The corner of his lips twitched; dimples showing as he looked fondly at you “Shall we?” He asked in mocking politeness, extending his arm for you to take.

“I must say you have such a weird taste…” You hummed, studying his extended arm amusedly “But you’re cute, so it’s all forgiven” You shrugged, chuckling as he locked his arm with yours and took the lead to find a grocery store nearby.

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annie-mit-ie · 3 years

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Glimpses: Part 6 (Kathryn Hahn x Fem!Reader)

Part 1 // previous chapter <<< >>> next chapter

Summary: The Garden

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Hello there and sorry for the long wait! I wanted to move even further in the story but since this part already has 2.5k, I felt like it would be okay for me to end it here and continue with a new one tomorrow (that I plan to post within the next 2 days). It’s 2.40am, so, as always, if you find any mistakes - keep them :)

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You stare at you screen, mouth gasping wide open. Other than breathing, you don’t feel like you are capable of doing anything at all. Your phone shuts off again and you see yourself in the reflection of the now black screen, a look of disbelief plastered all across your face.

You look at the picture again and admire the breakfast contents for a short while before laying the phone aside to think of a proper response. People always say that you are supposed to wait for a little while, stay mysterious, seem unavailable. But thats just not who you are. She is thinking about you.

Just last week you had read an article about this phenomena and it being a new, additional love language. „This made me think of you“ is apparently the new way of telling someone you like them. Just as that thought crosses your head, you remember Alex is probably still on her phone right now and you should hit her with the news and figure out a good response together. She picks up the call immediately.

“Sweetheart!“ She greets you with a beaming smile, as always. “What’s up?“

“She texted.“ You say and wait for her response.

“Who?“, god, you can’t with this girl sometimes. Why is she so slow? “KATHRYN. She finally texted me!“ You exclaim in excitement, a little too loud.

Alex looks at you with wide eyes, frowning, as she scrunches up her nose trying to comprehend what you just said. “Oh… Ooooh. OH.“

“Exactly…“, you say and smile about her antics. “What are we gonna do now? You gotta tell me because I certainly don’t know!!“

Alex shakes her head. “Well, first of all, you gotta let me know what exactly she said in her message?“

She was right, you totally forgot, putting her on hold, you take a screenshot and shoot it her way. “It’s actually nothing special but somehow it’s very cute at the same time and I really need us to find the BEST response to that.“

The next few minutes consist of Alex pitching short puns to you, cute phrases and just simple acknowledgements, but nothing seems to fit. Especially since you yourself haven’t decided yet if you wanna start of flirty or not. You end up choosing the safest option and type „This looks beautiful! Hope you enjoy! xx Y/N.“ as a response. You aren’t quite please with it but, at the same time, you don’t wanna rush into things as long as you don’t know what was happening.

For a few minutes, you talk to Alex and ask her about her day and all, until she has to pick up dinner for her people - it’s Thursday after all and Thursday nights are family nights. She hits you with a “Go get her, tiger!“ and laughs at your face before she hangs up the phone.

Not expecting a reply from Kathryn anytime soon, you toss your phone on the sheets and lie down on your back to look at the ceiling that is plastered in those fluorescent stick on glow stars - a childhood sin. Just as you are about to close your eyes, the phone lights up again.

“Thanks :-) Sorry I didn't get back to you sooner. Lot’s of work related stress. You wanna come over and have a glass of wine in my garden on Saturday.“

Saturday… What was Saturday? You know very well Kathryn has an event going on this Saturday, but maybe you were just wrong. Excited you shoot her a quick response, letting her know it’s all fine and that, of course, you would like to see her again.

Unsure if it is a date or a casual hang out, you decide to already start planning an outfit in your head - just in case it is a date after all - as you walk downstairs to join your mom for lunch.

Saturday morning went by way too slowly as you sort through the possible outfits you came up with. You had yelled at Alex right after having lunch with your mom and the both of you shot outfit ideas back and forth all Friday before you sat down and watched The Goonies with your mom. It’s one of your comfort movies and you were really glad your mom chose it because that meant you didn’t have to concentrate on something new.

She still doesn’t know about the „you and Kathryn“, but not because you don’t trust her enough or anything. No, simply because you don’t know what exactly is happening - so why worry her? The whole situation is weird to talk about with Alex, why would you make it worse by including your mom.

Still, you decided to not lie to her and actually told her that you’ve recently met someone new and you are spending at least Saturday with her. It felt only fair to let her know. Your mother was smart enough not to ask any further questions, though. Maybe she realized that it was still a touchy topic for you - who knows.

You finally decide on what to wear and put on your favorite summer dress. It’s black, flow-y and has sun flowers all over. You don’t really know how long you’ll stay, so you pick out the blazer Kathryn loved last weekend, as well. Sighting, you find your way to the bathroom where you loosely tame your hair and put on some light make up. Just like last time you’re going for casual but not too casual. You look at yourself and smile. This dress really does make you feel beautiful!

A notification chimes through the room - it’s Alex reminding you that it’s about time to go outside so Kathryn’s driver can pick you up. You really didn’t want to have him drive you, but she insisted and since you were invited over for wine anyway, it really didn’t make any sense to take your car in the first place - especially since you’ll have to get home somehow, preferably tonight.

The driver is already there as you leave the house after kissing your mom on the cheek as you passed her on your way through he kitchen. “Good Afternoon, Miss Y/LN“, he greets you politely, as you take a seat in the back of the car.

The ride isn’t too long and you swore to yourself you would pay attention where you were going but the nervousness took over and so you’re spending the time on your phone, texting Alex and making sure your make up is okay and your hair is nicely framing your face.

Kathryn’s driver looks at you through the rear mirror: “Your first time over at Kathryn’s, hm?“

You look up and your eyes meet for a short second as you nod. “Don’t be intimidated by her. She is the nicest person I’ve ever worked for. You’re gonna love her.“ If only he knew. It actually makes you feel better, though. You don’t want to admit it, but you are very much intimidated by Kathryn and can’t wait for the first nervousness to wash down once again.

As you drive up to the house, it looks exactly like what you expected it to look like, while, at the same time, it looks completely different. She lives in the Hollywood Hills, but not where all the famous pop stars live. Her house is surrounded by plants. It looks calm, secure even and not at all like an actress lives in it. The yellow walls are welcoming and warm and the lack of modern architecture is balm for your soul.

The driver offers to open the door for you but you decline and, right as you step out of the car, the front door opens. Kathryn looks at you with the happiest face and opens her arms video to wrap you up in a big hug. “Y/N! I’m so glad you made it! Welcome!“

She looks at her driver. “Thank you for bringing her, Peter! I’ll see you later. Agnes will let you know when we have to leave, please take some time to yourself until then.“ Peter nods and starts the engine.

You look at Kathryn. Her eyelashes are highlighted by the slightest hint of mascara while the rest of her face appears to be completely natural. She is so beautiful. You’re close enough to her to be able to tell she is indeed not wearing any make up. Her hair is halfway up, flowing over her shoulders, and she is wearing a beautiful orange blouse, similar to one she had worn in one of her shows before, combined with blue jeans.

Even as you turn around, her lips don't lose their smile and she puts a hand on your lower back as she leads you into the house. You enter a long hallways that leads straight into a beautiful garden, much bigger than what you had expected. In one corner, there is a seating arrangement consisting of a seemingly quite comfortable corner couch and a wooden table. The rest of the garden is open and full of bushes and trees and you can’t even tell where it ends. A wine bottle in an ice bucket is already waiting for you, accompanied by two glasses, one on each side of the couch. “I like your dress, Y/N.“ Your breath hitches since a compliment was the last thing you would’ve expected.

“Thank you!“, you say with a bright smile, as you blush slightly which doesn’t go unnoticed by her.

She winks at you, “Always, hon.“

Right as you are seated and she gets comfortable on the couch after filling your glasses, the door to the garden opens and a woman with long red hair dressed in all black, who is wearing a headset as she is holding a clipboard, walks towards the table. Her hair, loosely braided and tossed over one shoulder, is decorated by a pair of big sunglasses that are sitting on top of her head. She looks stressed as she looks up from her clipboard.

“Kathryn! I am sorry to interrupt, but I just need to let you know stylists are gonna be here in maximum three hours. You have to eat something before that.” Looking at the wine on the table, she adds: “Do you want me to order pizza or anything for you guys?“

You look back and forth between the two of them as you are trying to figure out who that woman is and what exactly they are talking about. Kathryn nods to every word that’s being said, completely focused on the woman. “Yes, Agnes, you’re right. Thank you. Please order the usual, we will share.“

She shoots you a smile. “You trust me?“ You nod eagerly, and you mean it, even though you are quite picky when it comes to food. Agnes looks at you and back to Kathryn before excusing herself with a polite smile. “Three hours, Kathryn, MAX.“

“Oh SHUSH.“, Kathryn laughs wholeheartedly as she picks up her glass of wine, prompting you to pick up yours as well. “Let me say something: I am very glad you accepted today’s invitation and I am sorry it’s gonna be stressful, but I’m sure it’ll be worth it and you’ll have a great time.“

You look at her confused. “Great… time?“ Obviously you would be having a great time while hanging with Kathryn, but the way she phrases it sounds like something other than sitting in the garden is happening.

“Did I… not tell you?“ Kathryn sets down her drink and scans you with worried eyes.

Your stomach drops for a moment as you shake your head slowly. “Oh silly me! Listen, I have been so busy ever since we’ve met. I got cast for a new movie had to meet with different producers all week and then they told me to attend the awards this weekend, which I thought were only held digitally and I must have totally forgotten to let you know that that was a thing. Agnes and Jennifer do a really good job at organizing things for me, but sometimes“, she taps her head, “this old friend is not doing it anymore.“

She looks really sorry and you have to admit you are very stressed right now and actually you feel like you might panic any moment, but just as you are about to worry too much, she places a hand on your forearm. “I would very much enjoy just spending three hours with you while I enjoy what was supposed to be my day off, but I would also like to take you to these MTV movie awards with me tonight, I you want to tag along.“

You are flashed by the offer and immediately want to say yes, but remember what you are wearing. “But… Kathryn.. I can’t go looking like THIS.“ She looks you up and down, her hand still placed on your arm, and you just know she wants to tell you again that you are beautiful, you can see it in her eyes, in the way she smiles at you. She doesn’t though and that makes you doubt that this could ever be more than just a hangout.

Your thoughts are immediately washed away, as a warm smile is playing around her lips. “Don’t worry about that, dear. After you told me that you are in the middle of your studies and you live alone with your mom, I figured fancy evening wear might not be something that you have currently lying around just like that. So.. we figured something out for you as well.“

She moves her hand over your arm and takes your hand in hers. “You don’t have to come, though, if you don’t feel like it. Don’t worry! I didn’t buy anything. I borrowed them from one of those fancy shops.“ - she didn’t. But you don’t need to know that.

Even though the thought of attending an event like that gives you anxiety, you already know what you want to do and softly squeeze her hand as you nod while a small smile creeps onto your face. “I would love to, Kathryn! Thank you for inviting me.“

It’s time to let go of her hand, but she doesn’t seem like she wants the connection to stop just yet, so, obviously, you don’t end it, either. Instead, you lock eyes with her and stay in position for as long as she allows you to. You don’t know how much time has passed until you catch yourself as your eyes dart down to her lips after she sticked her tongue out for a split second to moisten them.

For a short moment, you feel like Kathryn is getting nervous but this can’t be, can it? To loosen the tension that has built up, you laugh and let go of her hand to grab your drink again. “Let’s raise these glasses to a great night, shall we?“

She joins in and locks eyes with you once again, a sheepish grin on her face, while she slightly raises one of her eyebrows. “Well… I’m certainly glad you’re here with me tonight.“

#Kathryn Hahn #kathryn hahn x reader #Kathryn Hahn fan fiction #Kathryn Hahn x You #groupie #Groupie Au

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avidreider · 4 years

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okay, i’ll admit it. (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Summary: Reader confronts her boyfriend Spencer about her insecurities and his answer wasn’t what she was expecting.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

This is my first go at fanfic, so let me know what you think if you choose to read!

CW: Just relationship insecurities, mild angst (with a happy ending), mentions of the deceased Maeve.

***not my gif***

You were ecstatic that you reached this milestone with your boyfriend, Spencer. Together for two whole years, that is something that no one was expecting from the genius who was usually unlucky when it came to romance. You were hopelessly in love with Spencer. I mean, why wouldn’t you be? He was everything that you ever dreamed of. Not that you guys didn’t argue; you were human, of course you did. It was usually about something minor and silly; you using up all of the hot water so that he had to take a cold shower, or him not doing the dishes or helping you clean your shared apartment until you nagged him into it, normal things that long-term couples argue about. Those arguments were ones that were resolved quickly. But for the past week (the week after your anniversary), you had been having deeper arguments that seriously needed resolved. It started Saturday night when he got home from a tough case. A man lost his girlfriend to a female suicidal unsub, which brought back all of his buried feelings about Maeve. You knew what happened with Maeve since Spencer was one of your closest friends before you began dating, but you never understood the severity of how it affected him. You personally didn’t see why it would affect him the way it did. He saw awful things everyday and even though he established a relationship with her, he had only met her once, and all they did was talk on the phone, write letters, and share information on their lives. He thought that he had lost Emily, who he cared for deeply and worked with every day, so it didn’t make much sense that Maeve’s death affected him more than Emily’s ‘death’ did. However, his team had notified you how badly he was hurt, so you made a conscious effort to never talk about Maeve with Spencer. Well, until Saturday.

“I don’t know why you nag me so much when I get home from a tough case, Y/N! I am only human, even though people joke that I must be a robot! I have feelings, and you would think that you of all people would try to tend to them!” Spencer had shouted at you after all you did was approach him several times to ask him to stop reading his book so that you two could cuddle on the couch.

“Spencer, you see terrible things all the time, and I try not to nag you when you get home, ever! I didn’t realize that seeking your attention and affection was such a bother to you!” you retorted.

“I don’t see how you can want my affection when I am so obviously thinking about a woman that I’ve loved and lost before our relationship began.” Spencer said, while not being able to look you in your eyes.

“Well apparently it isn’t that obvious, because I hadn’t known that you were thinking of her.” you said.

“Y/N...,” he began, “I’m reading the book that I told you she gifted to me. I told you about the case when I called you last night, which almost directly mirrors the events that led me to lose Maeve. How could it not be obvious that I’m thinking of her?” he asked.

“I am sorry that you are hurting right now. But the fact of the matter is, I am your girlfriend. Me. And I’m right here, and I’m alive.” you said weakly.

“That was incredibly insensitive, Y/N.”

“HOW?! How was that insensitive, Spencer?! It’s the truth! You met Maeve once! You only talked on the phone or in letters! You didn’t even know her. You knew whatever she told you, but that’s the extent of it. You don’t know what type of person she was. Her ex ‘stalked her,’ so she claimed, but you don’t know if that is entirely true. She may have been crazy or a bad person just manipulating you! You didn’t live with her! You just don’t know! But I am right here, and you know me better than I know myself, or so I thought, and I love you! I’ve bought you books before, too, but you don’t obsess over them the way you obsess over that one! It doesn’t make sense to me, Spencer, am I not good enough for you?” you said as tears fell from your eyes.

“I can’t believe you,” Spencer muttered, totally unmoved by your tears. “I love Maeve more than anything in the world, Y/N. And you weren’t there, you aren’t in my head and you don’t know how I feel. You don’t have the right to question the depth of those feelings. And if you’re done belittling my dead girlfriend, I’m going to bed,” and with that, he went to the bedroom.

You couldn’t help but notice he didn’t assure you that you were good enough. You also noticed that he called Maeve his ‘girlfriend’ rather than his ‘ex.’ You chose to sleep on the couch that night.

The next morning, Spencer refused to be the one to break the silence. He truly thought that you were in the wrong for being so harsh when discussing Maeve, but he didn’t recognize the insecurity and pain that was reflected in your statement. So you spent the remainder of the weekend avoiding each other, and when he left for work on Monday, you decided to give him the cold shoulder just as he was doing to you. You didn’t answer his calls or texts, even though they were few and far between compared to how he normally does.

They didn’t have a case all week, so they used the opportunity to catch up on the mountain of paperwork that had accumulated at the BAU, but Spencer was home well before dinner each night. On Wednesday night, he looked up from his book to you doing the dishes after a silent dinner, and asked “Are you just never going to talk to me again?”

Your temper flared and you spit back, “Why would I? You told me that you love Maeve, but yet you haven’t told me that you love me since before you left for the last case. You act like I’m not good enough for you anymore. You said she was your ‘girlfriend,’ when I thought that I had that title. You’re over there reading that stupid book while I’m doing all the damn chores. So what exactly do you want me to say to you?”

“I meant to say that I loved Maeve, Y/N. And she wasn’t even my girlfriend. That was just the best word I could think of to describe our relationship. And the book is not stupid.”

“No, Spencer, the best way to describe your relationship would have been EX-girlfriend.”

“The book isn’t stupid. Maybe you just don’t understand it.”

“You’re right Spencer. I’m just too stupid to understand it, right?”

“Y/N I didn’t mean---”

“Oh don’t try to back track now, Spencer. You said what you felt, right? I’m just your stupid replacement apparently. I’m sorry that I can’t be more like Maeve for you,” and with that, you stormed out of the apartment. You weren’t sure where to go, so you wandered aimlessly, expecting Spencer to follow you. He didn’t. You ended up walking to Emily’s, and told her all about your fight with Spencer.

“Y/N,” Emily said, “I think that you need to tell him how much it upsets you that he’s still hung up over Maeve. I know you are hurting, but he can’t read your mind.” You thought about her words as she drove you home. When you arrived, Spencer was already in bed. You slept on the couch yet again.

On Thursday evening, you cooked dinner as usual, and did the dishes, as usual. You were feeling exhausted, so you got comfortable on the couch after the nightly chores were done. Spencer looked up from his desk and said, “Why don’t you sleep in the bedroom?”

“Are you planning on sleeping out here, then?” you asked.

“Y/N, we can still sleep in the same bed.”

“Not if the whole time you’re wishing it was Maeve lying next to you rather than me.”

Spencer actually closed the book as he looked up to you and spoke, “I have never wished it weren’t you. I just wish you weren’t so dramatic. The world doesn’t revolve around you, Y/N. I’m allowed to have thoughts about others.”

“Okay, Spencer. You’re right. My feelings don’t matter,” you say through tears as you head toward the bedroom. “Oh, and by the way, Spence, my world DOES revolve around you. And I would never want you to feel this way.”

Spencer joins you in the bedroom after he thinks you’re asleep but he’s on the phone with someone. You try not to be obvious as you listen to the conversation.

“I know, I know, I just wish she were a little more understanding. I do love her very much, and want a future with her, but it just seems like she’s angry that I had feelings for another woman before her... I hate not talking to her though. She’s my favorite part of the day... I hope she stops being mad at me soon... Okay, see you tomorrow, bye,” he hangs up as he crawls into bed. You feel somewhat guilty because you aren’t necessarily mad at him... You’re just upset.

On Friday morning, you feel Spencer kiss you goodbye even though it’s obvious he still thinks you’re asleep. That melts your heart, so you decided that you needed to try to resolve things. You had the day off from the hospital, so you headed into the bullpen of the BAU, but as you do, you notice something that throws you off. Spencer was laughing and playfully ‘fighting’ with JJ. You knew that he had had a crush on her, but you thought it was in the past tense. But after what was before your eyes and the events that unfolded over the weekend, you weren’t so sure. He caught your eye and stopped his actions immediately. That only increased your suspicions. You approached him with the lunch you had brought for him and set it on his desk in front of him.

“Hi,” you said shyly.

“Hi. What’s this?” he questioned.

“I thought that I would bring you some lunch today. It’s from that new Thai restaurant. I hope you like it,” and with that, you decided it was best to just head back home.

He opened the bag and discovered that you had written him a letter.

Dear Spencer,

I am sorry about what I said over the past few days. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings or disrespect Maeve in any way. It’s just that I have been feeling really insecure lately, and I feel like you don’t love me the way that I love you. I know that your job is emotionally and physically exhausting, and I want to support you in any way that I can. But I have emotional needs too. You have barely wanted to even touch me this week, or even talk to me. And I’ve noticed that any time you read the book she gave to you, you seem to resent me or forget that I even exist. I understand that I am not as smart as you or that I’m not as pretty as what you deserve, but I do love you and would do anything to make you happy. I hope that you feel the same.

Guilt washed through Spencer as your words and actions began to make a lot of sense. He pulled out his phone to call you, but you didn’t answer. So he sent a text that read, “Hey sweetheart. I just read your letter. I am so sorry that you are feeling that way. Please come back so that we can have lunch together.”

Your response was simply, “I already ate,” even though that was a lie.

Spencer texted back, “Okay, well let’s go grab coffee or ice cream, or both if you want. :)”

“That’s okay Spencer, take JJ instead.”

He called again, and you quickly pushed decline. A frustrated sigh left his lips, and he pushed ‘call’ one more time.

This time, you answered, “What, Spencer?”

“Are you seriously upset that I was talking to JJ?”

“Not talking Spencer, flirting. You were flirting with JJ, and you know it. You think that I forgot that you were in love with her too? I am sorry that I am not enough for you, but maybe you should just dump me instead, okay?” and with that, you hung up.

He was angry with himself for not realizing why that felt that way. The way you had been acting all week was obviously because you felt insecure. You weren’t trying to hurt him, he realized, you were just hurt yourself. When Spencer came home, he saw you running around the house cleaning and putting away laundry. “Baby, can we talk?”

“Sure,” you replied while you were hanging up his work clothes.

“Do you want me to help with that?” he asked, as he pointed at the laundry basket.

“I mean, they are YOUR clothes. You never seem to help me around the house though until I ‘nag’ you first, so you don’t have to help if it will be that big of an inconvenience for you.”

“Y/N, I am so sorry that I am hurting you. I guess I didn’t even realize that I was. I am so incredibly sorry.”

“Do you love me? Or do you love Maeve? Or JJ? I honestly can’t handle being a second, or I guess, third, option anymore.”

“There are different levels of love, baby. I used to have feelings for JJ, but I love her as if she were my sister. I did have a crush on her, but I also had a crush on you before I had you. And that’s a crush that never faded like the one with JJ did. And okay, I’ll admit it. I did love Maeve. I saw a future with her that I didn’t dream of before her. I felt like there were so many opportunities that were lost once she was gone. But you are my future now. Sometimes I do wish I could’ve saved her, not because I don’t love you, but because I failed to protect her. It was hard to adjust to life without her, but I did. But on the way home I was thinking about you. If I had lost you the way I lost her, there’s no way I could ever recover. If you had even left me because I’ve been neglecting your needs, I don’t know what I would’ve done. I also love my mom, of course, and I love my team. But, Y/N, I am so unconditionally and irreversibly in love with you. I am so sorry that you’ve been feeling insecure. But honey, you are so much more than enough for me; No woman in this world can hold a candle to you. You are brilliant, beautiful, funny, and so, so, sexy,” he adds as he plants kisses on your neck.

“I love you, Spence,” you say in between panting breaths.

“I love you more than anything, Y/N. And please, tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it. I don’t want you to feel like this anymore. You want more help around the house? I’ll fold the laundry, I’ll do the dishes, I’ll vacuum. I will never again say no to cuddling after a case. I wanna give you the world, baby.”

“You’ll do ANYTHING?” you ask. Spencer nodded.

“Can we go get that ice cream now?” you asked with a smile.

Spencer gave you a chaste kiss and replied, “I’ll get the keys.”

This was my first time writing fanfic so I’m sorry if it was bad but I got the idea and had to write it down. If you read it let me know what you think!

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vibraniumwing · 4 years

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come on, weasley.

a fred weasley x reader bulleted imagine wherein the reader takes the red-head to a muggle nightclub and shows him the way to have fun without any magic involved.

WARNING: mentions of alcohol, a bit of grinding and hinting of smut (no nasty nasty winkwonk)

A/N: i had this idea a few months ago and this has been long overdue but the inspiration kicked in again after listening to a few classic party songs. wrote this song while listening to cobra starship’s you make me feel & rihanna’s s&m

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okay so let’s be real, being a half-blood meant so much more to you because well,, , you get the best of both worlds.

a muggle mother who’s very fascinated with the wizarding world and a magical father??

darling your childhood was the definition of fun

you had quidditch with your father during saturdays and had the whole sunday to wander around muggle london with your mother (or the other way around)

you have an older sister who sadly didn’t get to inherit any magical powers

but she paid no mind to that and enjoyed the muggle world.

and of course after all that you’ve experienced at hogwarts, your sister wanted to show you what you missed out on.

of course, includes parties.

that comes in handy when your boyfriend is a pure-blooded wizard who didn’t know a smack about how muggles work.

you love fred weasley immensely

yet his innocence when it comes to your own technology makes you laugh everytime.

“what on earth is that?”

“freddie, my sweet little innocent wizard, that there is a playstation.”

“what does it do?”

bless his heart-

ANYWAYS

it was a thursday night when you recieved a phone call from your sister

“hey i’m going to this nightclub tomorrow, would you and your wizard boyfriend want to tag along?”

you stared at your ginger boy who was still trying to figure out how to play mario kart

srsly bless is innocent heart im crying

“see you tomorrow night then.”

you jumped on the couch next to the male which broke him from his focus

which led to him being 5th place once again

he looks at you with furrowed eyebrows

“what?”

“you made me lose, baby!”

“i apologize freddie. *insert apology kiss here* anyways, we’ll be going out tomorrow night”

“i think i deserve more kisses- wait what? what’s going on tomorrow?”

“i’m showing you how we, muggles, have fun during a friday night.”

and that’s how you ended up pulling fred along the pavement towards a nightclub in central london

“how can you run in those high shoes, y/n?’

“it’s a pain honestly but it puts the look together. now are you ready?”

he simply nodded, eyes looking over the neon lights that had the name of the nightclub.

the both of you bumped into your sister and her date

“finally the both of you arrived, let’s have some fun!”

you held on to your boyfriends hand tightly, squeezing it gently.

“ready, fred?”

“ready as i’ll ever be, i reckon.”

with a simple wink, the bouncer let the four of you enter.

fred immediately winced at how loud the music was, not used to the bass jumping though the walls

“is it always this loud in here?!” fred said-wellhonestlyheshouted-into your ear, which you gave him a quick nod.

“are you ready to have some fun?!”

“definitely!”

and that’s your cue to pull him over to the bar and grab a few shots before heading over to the dancefloor

“a tray of vodka for us, please”

you had the honor of teaching fred how to “pre-game” before a night out

so the alcohol was coursing through the both of you.

your drinks soon arrived and you motioned him to take a shot

after taking the swig he looked at you and cringed a bit as he bit on the lime

“definitely stronger than firewhiskey, am i right?”

as lady gaga’s just dance started to fade, cobra starship’s you make me feel good started to play

“oh my god i love this song! c’mon fred, let’s dance!”

fine taste in music, y/n. i applaud you

you tugged at his hand and he slowly gave in

he followed you to the sea of people on the dancefloor

you started moving along the beat, you stared at him with a bright smile

maybe it was the alcohol that gave you this sudden surge of confidence

but as the chorus neared you started to sing along

“...i’m the baddest baby in the atmosphere, tell me what you want so we could do just what you like”

“yOU MAKE ME FEEL THAT”

you sang along with the crowd as they started jumping around, dancing along

and as much as fred would love to join

he was staring at you in awe

at how sexy you are with your cheeks slightly flushed from the alcohol

how you seemed to be in your element with parties

“freddie! dance with me!”

your voice interuppted his thoughts, tugging on him once again as he started to groove with you

admittedly his moves were a bit awkward and lanky

but give the man a break

when did wizards have such loud parties like this

you wrapped your arms around him loosely as you started to sway your hips

causing him to drape his hands over your waist lazily, a woozy grin on his lips as he watched you move along with him

as the break of the song played

the sea of people seemingly calmed down

which surprised the ginger

“look freddie, my love, this is the best part”

and the song started to play again

the people started to jump and dance around again

you turned around and jumped along with them

and like a switch

fred started to dance along and let loose

which delighted you so much

as the song ended, the both of you stared at each other breathless

“that was absolutely mental, y/n”

“is that a good thing?”

“of course.”

as if on cue, rihanna’s s&m played

ah yes, the song i’ve been singing outloud since i was 9

“this is absolute banger, fred!”

not the only thing being banged tonight

eW WHY DID I EVEN INCLUDE THAT AKDJFNJSKF

with that being said, you turned around and started to dance again

your hips swaying side to side

causing fred to hold your waist as he tried to match along with you

which of course you took as a sign to go even closer

like you were c oughs grinding coughs him

“what’s this dancing called?”

“grinding, my love.”

as he also realized the meaning of the song that was being played

“now, are you giving me a sign, baby?”

it was safe to say your night ended quite eventful

or i do say so myself ;)))

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley fluff #harry potter #fred weasley imagines #vea writes

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Fake dating II part 1 II Lucas Wong

pairing: Lucas Wong x reader

this is going to be a small series. there are probably going to be three parts.

You just got home from working the whole day, when you see the mail that you got today. You walk towards the mailbox and pick up the mail. The first thing you see is a letter from you high-school. Before even being back inside, you had opened it.

Dear y/l/n y/n,

With this letter we would like to invite you to your high-school reunion. Everyone from your year is invited. Your are welcome to bring a plus one to the event. The event will be held in the high-school’s gym, Saturday next week. The event will start at four o’clock, but the doors will open half an hour prior to that.

Please let us know if you have any questions. See you in a week!

Greetings, Gam Ji-ae the head of the school

The first thing you think about, is that you’re not going, what ever happens. You are not going to give your old classmates the satisfaction to see how you ended up, while they probably have their live together. Walking towards the kitchen you put the letter in the trashcan and start heating up some left overs from yesterday. As you sit down to have dinner, you get a facetime call from Ten. ‘Hey! Did you also get the invitation?’ Is the first thing he says to you as you pick up the phone. You answer him saying that you indeed get the invitation but that you’re not planning on going. ‘What! Why not? Would you not want to see how everyone ended up?’

‘Ten, I don’t. They will just look down on me because I work at the local flower shop, while they work at some big companies. It looks like all that they said back then had an impact on me. I’m not going. End of story. Now talk to me about something else, please.’ Ten nods slowly and then start to tell you about his day at work and about his colleagues.

‘So Lucas, YangYang and I went to have lunch and then- wait, did I tell you about Yangyang? I probably didn’t. So let me explain who Yangyang is. He is-‘

‘I know who he is, Ten’ you interrupt him. And he nods, continuing his story about his lunch this afternoon. ‘But I don’t know that Lucas guy’ you interrupt Ten once again. You are already used to not knowing who your best friend is talking about, he always forgets who you know and who you don’t know. After Ten is done explaining all about Lucas, he starts talking about Gam Ji-ae, that one popular girl from your high-school, who somehow always hated you. She is the one who bullied you back then, she also gave Ten a hard time for being your friend.

‘You know she is the head of the high-school right now? She is the one organizing the reunion’ He excitedly tells you, without catching his own mistake. You just keep quiet until while he talks all about what he learned from an old classmate. ‘He told me she is indeed doing pretty good, but she has had no luck in the love department, doesn’t even have a boyfriend yet.’ You also don’t have a boyfriend, but somehow Ten forgets about that part and still keeps rambling on. ‘We should go to the reunion, to show her that we did end up better than she would expect. I can bring Da-hee.’ Ten, who is full of excitement now, tells you without think twice about his words.

‘Would love that Ten, but I’m not better off than she would expect, I’m exactly where she expects me to be. Alone, working day and night to make ends meet.’ I say without much emotion in my voice. ‘I’m not like you Ten, I don’t work at some big company and have a dance studio on the side with my significant other. I work at a local flower shop and come home to an empty house.’ I get a bit angry at Ten even though he didn’t mean it like this.

‘I’m sorry y/n, you know I don’t mean it like that. You love your job, that’s why you don’t need something on the side. You know I need my dance studio with Da-hee to feel that way.’ Ten quickly apologizes. You just hum to let him know you heard him. Your mouth being full with food, you can’t do much else. After swallowing the food you were eating, you murmured something under your breath. Thinking Ten wouldn’t hear it. ‘That’s is actually a good idea y/n, just show up to the reunion with someone and tell everyone he is your boyfriend. You two could like fake date for just a day!’ Ten tells you and he gets more and more excited with the second. Like he thinks it would actually work.

‘yeah sure, because that would work’ I say sarcastically and finish my last piece of food.

‘I actually think it would. What if I find you someone you would like as a friend, but is willing to play your boyfriend for a day. Will you accept it if I find a perfect match for what you need in this situation?’ Ten tries to convince you. You start thinking it wouldn’t be so bad if Ten did indeed found someone that perfectly matches your wishes, you could fool everyone for a day.

‘okay, but you get one chance. So think wisely.’ You say and then you guys say your goodbyes. Ten needing to prepare for the dance class he is teaching and you needing time to rethink the decisions you just made. Picking up your plate and utensils, you put everything in the dishwasher.

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It’s now Thursday. Ten has send pictures and descriptions of different people he knows all week, but none of them seem good enough. That is until now. He sent you a picture of Johnny, another colleague you don’t know. But this one is good looking and has a higher place in the company. He is the best choice you have right now. So with this thought in mind you text Ten back. Letting him know, Johnny will do.

Okay, I will meet him. Ask him to meet me tomorrow for dinner. And we will talk things over.

Nice! He will meet you at the restaurant near my place where we always go to. He wants you to wait outside for him, he finishes work at 5 so he can be there at 5.30. So make sure you are there! You got this y/n.

Okay, now go back to work before Yangyang needs to cover for you again.

With that you end the conversation you two had. Your break also ended, which means you need to go back to work. It’s been quiet all morning, so you don’t expect a lot of people for the rest of the day. If your lucky you can finish early today.

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It’s Friday night, you are ready for you dinner with Johnny. You have been waiting for almost 30 minutes when you realizes he isn’t coming. Angry with Ten for even suggesting this boy, you grab your phone from your bag. Ready to call Ten. That is until someone you don’t recognize introduces himself. ‘Hi, I’m Yukhei. If been waiting on the other side of the road and I see that your company also ditched you. Would you mind if we just have dinner together? I don’t want to go back home already and tell my friends that I got stood up.’ He tells you after shaking your hand and staring into your soul with his beautiful eyes.

‘Yeah why not, I think you are right about my date not coming. That doesn’t mean I can’t have fun. Let’s go eat.’ I say and the boy, who introduced himself as Yukhei, smiles from ear to ear. ‘I’m y/n by the way.’ You tell him as you forgot to introduce yourself in the first place. Yukhei just nods and grabs your hand, pulling you to door of the restaurant.

‘Hello, I would like a table for two please.’ He tells the host and she places us at a table next to the window. We both say our thanks to the lady after sitting down. She places the menu’s down and we take a look. ‘for me a sprite please, y/n what about you?’ Yukhei says and you look up from the menu. You hadn’t actually thought about what you would like to drink, so you just shrug you shoulders and let Yukhei choose a drink. ‘We would like a sprite and a coke please!’ Yukhei tells to the staff of the restaurant. ‘Is that okay?’ he then quickly asks you, he seems a bit worried. You nod your head, letting him know it’s all good. ‘So y/n, what do you do for a living? With who were you gonna meet up? Any weird hobbies I should know about.’ Yukhei questions with a smirk on his face.

‘Well, I work at a flower shop pretty close by, it’s not my own, but down the line I could be the one to own it. I don’t think I have any weird hobbies, although my best friend tells me it’s weird that I like to give my friends their own special flower which I think fits them perfectly. And I was going to meet up with a guy my best friend wanted to set me up with, at least something like that. But it is a long story. What about you?’ I tell him, getting shy about the last part because Johnny stood you up. You also finally got enough courage to look at him. Until now you just gave him a few glances, because from what you could see he already looked so handsome. You didn’t dare to really look at him. Now that you really looked at him, you just notice how handsome he is.

‘Well, I work parttime at a big company, the time I have left I spent on my fashion line. So that is like one of my weird hobbies, I design clothes and I hope someone likes them enough to buy my designs. I was supposed to meet up with a good friend of mine, but she got caught up at work. But now I’m here, with you, so it doesn’t seem as bad.’ Yukhei says laughing at the end of every sentence. To be honest with yourself, you don’t remember much of what he said. This is probably because you were staring at his beautiful face, his dark brown locks perfectly framing his face, and his eyes a chocolate color. This man is all you could ever dream of and so much more. ‘earth to y/n. Hello. What are you thinking about?’ He asks you, but you don’t realize until his big hands wave infront of your face. ‘wow! My hands are almost as big as your head. Didn’t expect that’ he then says and continues to giggle about it.

‘I’m sorry I wasn’t listening, just got distracted. It did hear something about a fashion line, please tell me more about that!’ you says, trying to bring back the conversation. In the meantime your drinks are being served and the two of you decided on what you would get for dinner. Yukhei tells all about his fashion line. It’s something on the side, since he works parttime he has enough time left to design the clothes. He has a friend, Hendery, he makes the designs into real clothes. They both wanted to make fashion their fulltime job, but it didn’t work out yet. So until it does they work parttime at some big company. The conversation between the two of you keeps flowing during the whole night.

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‘So then I met Yukhei, he was being the so sweet all evening, even insisting on paying for me. O gosh, Ten he is so kind.’ You gush to your best friend, taking sips of your tea in between. You and Ten are at a café, for a short catch-up session before you two need to get ready for the reunion.

‘You sure he isn’t super handsome instead of kind?’ Ten asks you, laughing at how you’re acting. Normally you don’t let a boy get to your head as much, but somehow Yukhei has been on your mind ever since he said hello last night. You just sigh at Ten and stare at him. ‘Okay, I’m sorry I said that. But I know he is handsome.’ Ten slips up and you look at him confused.

‘You know him? Ten is there something you need to explain to me?’ you ask suspicious of your best friend. ‘You know I hate you lying to me, so you better just tell me everything there is for me to know.’ You let your friend know, you want the truth.

‘Okay, so I told you about my colleague Lucas right? Well Yukhei is his Korean name. And he is the one I actually wanted to set you up with. But I know you wouldn’t accept anyone I would choose, so that’s where Johnny came into play. I’m sorry, but you know, someone needs to show those girls that we made it. And me having a beautiful girlfriend isn’t doing that. You, on the other hand, having an handsome boyfriend is exactly doing that.’ Ten says very fast, so fast that you can barely hear what he is saying. But somehow you manage to understand everything he said. You nod knowing he is right, you need to show them you aren’t a loser anymore. They need to know their words and actions didn’t hurt you, you still managed to be happy. ‘Now that I think of it. Did you even ask Lucas to be your fake date? You didn’t tell me.’ Ten asks you and you almost choke on your drink. How could you forget! The reason of the date and all and you forget to ask. You start searching your bag for your phone. When you find it, you open up your contacts. ‘You should call him, otherwise there is the possibility of him reading it to late.’ Ten tells you and you sigh.

‘Okay, then shut up please.’ You say and dial his number.

‘Hello, this is Yukhei.’

‘Hello, y/n here. How are you? I really enjoyed yesterday and my friend, Ten, told me that you know what my date yesterday was actually for. So what I’m actually asking is if you want to go to my high school reunion later today?’ You ask, holding your breath. Scared of his answer.

‘yeah sure, it’s not like I have something better to do. Ten told me to keep the day free, so I guess that’s okay for me.’ He answers you.

‘Okay thank you! I will text you the details if that’s okay.’ You say to him, ready to say goodbye.

‘Yes please, I will pick you up at your house, if that’s okay with you. See you later!’ he says and you can practically hear him smile. You hang up and look at Ten, who is smiling from ear to ear.

‘oh shut up!’ is all you say as you hit his head.

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drxwsyni · 4 years

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Petrified (pt.4)

Yandere Erasermic x f!Reader

SERIES MASTERLIST

a/n: oooooh boy this took a hot minute to write, but i finally forced myself to finish it. and we reached 600 followers recently too!!!! i can’t believe there’s so many of you guys like holy heck. i hope you continue to enjoy what i have to offer :)

4.8k words

Warnings: reader experiences mild anxiety

As much as every ounce of your being begged to escape the confines of your small apartment and return to work, there were certain...motivators, holding you back.

For one, you presumed it’d be safest to heed the words of a medical professional―at least for the time being. Your condition had greatly improved since Friday, disregarding some lingering head pain, and now your self-preservation and common sense seemed to be functioning properly at the moment. In that regard, resting was likely the better idea.

As for the other thing keeping you home...perhaps it would be healthier not to think about it.

You felt ashamed, having been so undeniably intimidated by a couple of men who were simply being kind enough to drive you home last night. However the sensation didn’t come as a shock once you had taken the time to think the ordeal over.

It’s just what came naturally―your brain internalizing experiences, shaping them into something that should scare you.

Any rational person would laugh at your behaviour.

They’re heroes. Clearly what happened was just them expressing harmless concern.

And yet the more you tried to convince yourself of their innocent intentions, the harder it became to ignore the gut feeling that still lingered the morning after.

However, you knew how your brain could be sometimes―refusing to move on from initial impressions despite having rationalized the topic as a whole.

Hizashi was just naturally drawn to affection as a way of showing distress. There was no other meaning behind his lingering touches or endearing nicknames―just concern.

As for Shouta, well he always seemed to be a stern man. It was likely that it just manifests a bit more when he’s worried, it’s just the professionalism in him.

There was no need to stay so fixated on the subject when you could be using your time to catch up on hobbies that you’d greatly neglected as a result of your occupation. Having no reason for doing anything else, a little self-indulgence was practically your only choice.

It was still early, at least for your standards―knowing full well that your lifestyle kept you in bed longer than the average human.

You kept searching for things to do here and there, never staying on one task for too long. First it was cleaning the kitchen, then attempting to read a long abandoned novel. You tried finding something on t.v to watch, but everything only offered you the same empty feeling of boredom. Nothing could pique your interest long enough to hold you to one pastime―and for good reason.

There was a message from Hizashi that remained unopened on your phone since you woke up.

It felt ridiculous, being so hesitant to look at the damned message. Even after telling yourself that there was nothing to worry about, you couldn’t bring yourself to read it. So when you heard the familiar ping not once, but twice in succession while organizing your magazine collection, the feeling of your heart sinking into your stomach did not come as a surprise.

The device was still on your nightstand where you disregarded it last night, and subsequently neglected it this morning. Even through the walls of your bedroom you could still hear the notifications go off.

Inwardly cursing, you had a faint idea that continuing to block out the intrusion would likely lead to more issues between you and the two men. Not that it should, everyone forgets to answer their phone here and there. But you weren’t an idiot―even if it was just paranoia, the consequences of ignoring the messages weren’t something you particularly wanted to think about given the recent behaviour of the heroes.

As expected, the screen was lit up in wait for your return.

From: Hizashi

morning sunshine! just checking up on ya, how r u feeling?

9:17 am

ya doing okay? didn’t pass out again i hope ;)

12:53 pm

if ya keep leaving me hangin i’m gonna get worried songbird…

12:54 pm

Ah yes, you thought, he’s as coddling as normal it seems.

You figured it’d be wise to send a reply before he bust down your door to make sure you were still alive in person.

You:

I’m alright! Just slept in a little :)

12: 54 pm

The response that came instantly was almost a little inhumanly fast.

From: Hizashi

oh thank god, don’t need a repeat of last friday

12:54 pm

You:

Yeah, definitely not. Thanks for checking up on me though!

12:56 pm

From: Hizashi

lemme know if ya need anything picked up, probably not a good idea for you to be going out rn

12:56 pm

Naturally, you wouldn’t let him do that even if you did need anything. God knows how much trouble you’ve been so far―no need to cause more.

You:

Sounds good, I’ll let you know if I do.

I’m actually in the middle of cleaning right now so how bout we talk later :)

12:57 pm

The more you conversed with him, the harder it became to think about anything other than the embarrassing experiences you had with the man. It was probably best if you gave up the conversation, knowing you’d have more than enough time to chat when you regrettably were forced to eat dinner with him and his partner.

Thankfully, he seemed to be okay with the proposition as well.

From: Hizashi

aww alright, don’t work urself too hard sunshine!

12:58 pm

Too bothered to give a proper farewell, you turned your phone off, leaving it on do not disturb to avoid further distress.

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You’d spent the rest of the day tidying up here and there. It turns out focusing solely on going to work only to come home for rest had left your apartment shamefully messy. Every now and again your thoughts would drift back to the two intrusions in your life as of lately. It was invasive―not being able to leave well enough alone. You weren’t physically near them they still plagued you with anxiety, even if it was just barely recognizable.

Dinnertime came soon enough, and you’d spent it mindlessly scrolling through social media. The feeling of wanting to chuck your phone across the room was fleeting―but present―as you momentarily laid eyes on a post having to do with Present Mic and his radio show. It would seem not even in your perceived distraction could you distance yourself from the thoughts and feelings related to him and his somber counterpart.

The night went on, slowly but surely. For better or for worse you let yourself get lost in the endless play-through of television. Some shows you’d seen before, others you hadn’t. It didn’t really matter when the only purpose they served was to keep your mind on something that didn’t have your hair falling out from stress.

Eventually you felt your mind become foggy with exhaustion once again―and you couldn’t be more thankful.

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Wednesday was spent doing many of the same things as the day before. Cleaning―so much cleaning. Turns out you’d missed a lot yesterday, and the lighting of the somewhat early morning sun was more than enough to highlight all the dirt and grime that had yet to be scrubbed away.

So you got to work, feeling rejuvenated with a good night’s sleep.

By the time you made it to six o’clock you felt thoroughly beat, and in the best way. You spent your time eating thinking about the work day you would have tomorrow. Sure, you were aware that it’d only bring the all too familiar sluggishness to your body. But you were a people pleaser, so really that sensation didn’t matter at the end of the day. What mattered was the motivation you felt that spurred you to work―both the verbal and nonverbal praise those who purchased the fruits of your labour gave.

Expectedly, when you woke up Thursday morning, although it was closer to the afternoon at that point, there was a spring in your step as you readied yourself for the day.

As always the comforting smell of fresh greenery in the air was much appreciated as you stepped into the floral boutique. Your coworker greeted you with open arms, regarding your seemingly healthy recovery. It was nearing the end of their shift, and therefore soon to be the beginning of yours, so you headed to the employee designated portion of the building to make the few preparations for the start of your night.

Naturally, you were quickly subjected to the whims and demands of customers when you took your place at the front counter. Given the monotonous time you spent away from any meaningful stimulation, the activity was appreciated.

You were assorting foliage left right and center, the company you worked for obtaining quite the substantial amount of earnings in the process. The time went by steadily, you working diligently alongside of it. Request after request was met, not even the few unsavoury interactions phased you all the much amidst the bustling atmosphere. A few familiar faces entered the shop, to which you greeted with a comforting warmth only good service could provide.

It felt good to be caught up in routine, making the nearing end of it only the more bitter. But it still came, and you were going through the motions of tending to the final arrangement with somewhat slowed movements as a result of your quirk usage.

The awaiting customer hastily took the finished product before paying and exiting the establishment. People tended to be in a bit of a rush at this hour, likely due to the lateness of the night. You disregarded the occurrence and settled for cleaning up for the rest of your shift.

There was sweeping and disinfecting to be done, along with tidying up the assembly station and checking on the greenery room one last time. You went through the tasks absentmindedly, having done them countless times before. The routine was like second nature, allowing your thoughts to go over the events of the workday.

You were giving a final once over of the plant life when the high pitched jingle of the front door bell rang out through the shop.

Really? At this hour you’re trying to buy flowers even though it’s literally closing time?

Giving a sigh of frustration you stepped out of the room and headed to the front. But low and behold, it was not in fact an incompetent customer waiting to be served.

“Did you even consider staying home for the whole week?” The erasure hero was leaning against the front counter when you entered the room. He was smirking ever so slightly, almost as if he knew that both of you were aware that you wouldn’t stay away from work. His tone was even teasing, making your frustrations go away only to be replaced by a slight feeling of flusteredness under his intense gaze. You didn’t know whether you preferred this side of him or the side that made you want to curl into a ball after being berated by unyielding lecturing mixed with interrogation.

“Hello to you too. I’m sorry if you're here for flowers cause it’s pretty much closing time.”

Just then Hizashi walked out from behind a display stand, making his way next to Shouta. “Not quite listener! Just wanted to make sure you were still up for that repayment we talked about.”

Ah yes, like you could forget that any time soon.

“Of course. Still not sure how it makes up for things but since you insist...who am I to say no?” You were behind the counter, taking stock of today's earnings as Shouta continued.

“I suppose it’s not really a traditional form of repayment, but we promise you’ll enjoy it. To be honest we don’t have company over often, so it’ll be a nice change of pace for us too.”

It was a relief to see that their behaviour wasn’t nearly as hostile as it was a few nights ago. Frankly, you just barely got out of that situation without breaking down from your highly anxious nerves.

“Ya finishing up there songbird? We’ll give you a ride home.” Joyous as ever, Hizashi was all too eager to put you further in debt.

Expectedly, his partner was quick to agree to the proposition. “That’s not a bad idea. Not to sound patronizing, but it really is dangerous to be out by yourself at this hour.”

You wrapped up the assessment of the register’s contents, closing the drawer and locking it up. “Thanks for the offer, but I refuse to impose on you two anymore. Besides, walking home can be kinda therapeutic―at least when I’m not tired out of my mind.” You gave a slight chuckle at the end of your statement, having long gotten used to that recurring condition at the end of the day.

“We weren’t asking, (y/n). You're still recovering, even though you probably won’t admit it. And I won’t beat around the bush―you’re too vulnerable in this state.”

It would seem Shouta’s previous attitude was just for show. Does he ever get tired of being so serious all the time?

It was like second nature at this point―direct confrontation leading to an initially mild panic that would soon snowball into a full blown breakdown if the occurrence persists.

You kept up the friendly appearance nonetheless.“I just think I’d prefer―”

“It’s no problem, sweetheart. You know we don’t mind helpin’ ya out. Besides we still gotta work out when you’re comin over, yeah?” The blond’s smile did little to calm the growing apprehension you felt.

Just be a little more stubborn. Some people need that extra reminder.

“It’s fine, really. I’ll just message you for the details and―”

“(Y/n).” It made your stomach churn―the lowness in the erasure hero's voice. He wasn’t having it. For a moment you pondered whether he’d ever really care about what you had to say.

“Just finish closing up, ‘kay hun? We’ll wait right here until you’re done.” Hizashi kept his eyes on you in wait for a response, or even an action that would show you’d comprehended what they said. And of course you had―you just desperately wished they’d never said it in the first place.

You felt ashamed, and it was becoming an all too familiar feeling when you were around the two men. But it was just who you were, met with compassion but only getting dejected by it. You were uncomfortable, there was no denying that. Backed into a corner that shouldn’t exist, but does because you didn’t have the will to change the situation into your favour.

Despite your distress, the part of you that put others before yourself prevailed.

“Okay, I guess. Just―um...gimme a few minutes please.” You wondered if they could even hear your reply, given that even to yourself it sounded almost non existent. It didn’t matter. You were fleeing to the employee room without bothering to find out.

You stood in front of your locker, hands shaking in the slightest as you got changed―apron off, jacket on, backpack slung over your shoulder. The coolness of the thin metal offered some relief, you keeping your hands atop the closed door for a moment to calm your rapidly beating heart.

At least you’d get home quickly, you thought.

As they promised, the two were waiting in the seating area at the front of the shop, quietly making conversation with each other. The sound of your footsteps alerted them to your presence.

“Ready to rock and roll?” Hizashi stood up from his seat, his partner following suit.

You gave the room a quick once over, making sure everything was where it needed to be. “I think so.” A quiet ride back home was what you hoped for, but there was more to be discussed, much to your dismay.

Shouta held the door open for the two of you, letting you pause to lock up when you had all exited. “How was work today?”

The closeness of his voice as you turned the lock into place made you jump slightly, but you did your best to ignore the temporary fear. “Fine, I suppose. Like any other Thursday night…” You tried to hide the underlying anxiety with a smile, but you couldn’t tell whether or not it did the trick. Giving the front door an experimental tug to make sure it was locked, you turned back to let the two lead you to their car.

You felt a hand settle on the small of your back―Shouta’s hand―as he walked with you while Hizashi remained on your other side, slightly ahead of you. “How’s your head doing, is the medication working?”

The two walked at a casual pace, but to you it felt unbearably slow―what you wouldn’t give to just walk home without the admittedly unwelcomed company. “It still hurts a bit every now and then, but the pills keep the pain at bay for the most part.”

By now you were approaching their car which was parked on the side of the road, the blond opening it for you to step in. Shouta took up the responsibility of driving once again, Hizashi in the passenger's seat.

“Ya gettin’ enough sleep?” You were sitting behind the driver's seat, letting Hizashi have the opportunity to comfortably look back at you while he talked.

“Probably more than enough.”

You heard Shouta start the car before he responded. “That’s good to hear. It’s unfortunate that your work keeps you out so late though.” The car started forward, and you were thankful that at this rate it’d only take a few minutes to reach your apartment. You kept your eyes trained on the passing scenery to avoid any awkward eye contact.

“So when do ya think would be a good day to come over. I’ve got my radio show on Fridays and weekdays don’t always sit too well with teaching ‘n stuff.”

“Yeah...Fridays definitely won’t work for me either. Honestly I don’t really get much time for myself outside of work.” Not that you weren’t used to this reality by now, but every so often you wished your life allowed for just a little more free time. If anything, the horrid state you found your apartment to be in when you were forced to stay home would surely attest to that.

It would seem that Shouta agreed with his partner’s statement, “How about this Saturday? I can come pick you up at around 5:30.”

You contemplated whether it was even worth arguing over letting him give you a ride to their place. And then you remembered exactly what landed you in their car in the present.

You probably wouldn’t get very far with that fight.

“That should be fine.” It was only in your nature to want to offer some form of compensation. You knew that this whole ordeal was meant to be you repaying them, so you should at least try to cater to that reality. “I can make something to bring so you guys don’t have to do all the work. Cooking isn’t really my strong suit but I’m a pretty decent baker―maybe I could put something together for dessert?”

“Nah don’t bother with that babe. We’re supposed to be treating you, remember?”

“Exactly, and I doubt any of us will have room for desert. Another time maybe.”

“Yep! Besides, you being there’s all the sweetness we need.” You didn’t have to look at Hizashi to know the grin he had on his face as he threw around careless sentiments like his literal partner wasn’t sitting right next to him.

The car was pulling into the parking lot of your apartment complex. To be honest you didn’t know how to respond to the nonchalant compliment, “Ah...yeah. Just let me know if there’s any change in plan I guess.” The vehicle came to a stop, you pulling your backpack into your lap while unbuckling the seatbelt.

“Don’t stay up too late, okay?” This time you didn’t make the mistake of looking at Shouta as he talked, for fear that his glare would burn holes through your skull. Instead you pretended to fiddle with something on your bag while responding.

“Yeah, thanks for the ride.”

The car door unlocked, letting you step outside into the brisk fresh air. Before you could close the door you heard Hizashi calling out to you, hand placed behind the headrest of his partner’s seat as he turned to speak to you. “We can give you a ride home tomorrow after work if ya’d like. Shouta’s got nothin’ going on―it’d be no trouble.”

“No,” that was definitely not something you needed, “I’ve got something I need to do after work actually, but thanks for the offer.” There was nothing to attend to after your shift, but they didn’t need to know that. Lying was never something you were the best at, and you hoped the shakiness in your voice didn’t give too much away.

“Alrighty then songbird, just thought I’d ask.”

“Have a good night (y/n).”

You smiled at the blond facing you, “Thanks, you too.” Before they could get another word out, as at this point you felt they would take up more of your time if possible, you shut the car door. Once again giving a small wave before you entered the building, you found it all too hard to contemplate how you’d politely weasel your way out of this newly developed relationship after the ensuing Saturday night.

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Friday came and went as expected. Waking up with the familiar sluggishness plaguing your body, moving past the sensation to go about your duties―everything falling into place as routine. Meeting the demands of love-stricken individuals was as taxing as normal, but it was all you had to make you feel like you were contributing something valuable to society. At the end of the day it was worth doing questionable things to your health.

The slightly less honourable motivation in the form of decent tips was always an added bonus. Your co-workers mentioned a few times that somehow you always ended up with a higher profit than the rest of them. It made you feel slightly guilty, but the usage of your quirk was likely the reasoning behind the occurrence.

Nights like these always ended with more earnings than normal―given the sheer volume of customers compared to the typical weekday traffic. Right now you took solace in the reward as you usually do at the end of your shift, thumbing through the few generous bills you received.

Satisfied with the haul, you completed your mental checklist that you’d formed over time to ensure that all tasks were completed by the end of the day. Your keys felt heavy in your wearied hands as you locked up, turning on the heels of your feet in the direction of your awaiting apartment.

You’d be lying if you said you were surprised to see that the two mildly invasive heroes hadn’t checked in to see that you were actually busy after work. Not that you wanted them to―having to lie once again wasn’t in your best interest. Still, the phenomenon that was their recurring presence had not gone unnoticed. More often than not you found your thoughts drifting to past experiences with them, and therefore regrettably resurfacing some unpleasant feelings.

For now however, you did your best to fixate on other, less mentally damaging things. In light of recent events you chose to take the long way home, inwardly shuddering as you passed the alleyway which you ever so carelessly ventured into exactly a week ago.

Maybe you were just hyperaware due to some lingering paranoia, but you could’ve sworn you could make out rustling in certain places around you―places that shouldn’t exactly be making that much noise.

Behind you. No...above you? Or was it both―the sounds distinct but lacking just enough to throw off your comprehension to make a full analysis of their origin.

Forget about it for God’s sake. You’re tired. It’s been a long day and you’re anxious because you got jumped just seven days ago in the same area.

But you could hear it.

Shifting in the shadows. Muffled but there all the same.

Footsteps?

The possibility had your heart rate growing faster by the second.

Not footsteps, just your mind playing tricks on you. You’re okay.

Unconsciously, your pace grew quicker, the patter of your shoes hitting the pavement sounding off below you. In the midst of your panic riddled thoughts you failed to register that you’d reached your destination.

An audible sigh escaped your lips as you observed the towering building with gratitude.

You kept up the hastened strides, reaching your apartment in good time. The time between stepping through the threshold of the abode and when your head hit your pillow was a blur―but really those monotonous details weren’t all that imperative.

As much as you wanted to get a good night's sleep, your subconscious had other plans. You reached the state of deep slumber that you desired, but it was riddled with offending nightmares.

Dark looming figures in the corner of your eyes, disappearing when you tried to get a good look at them. Running from something that placed a deep set fear into your very being, despite not having even seen what the atrocity was.

It left you to wake in a cold, sticky feeling sweat. Disheveled and disoriented, the time didn’t quite matter―wanting only for the feeling of trepidation to dissipate so you can return to a hopefully more peaceful sleep.

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Keys clattered loudly on the glass countertop of the side table in the entryway as Shouta haphazardly emptied his pocket’s contents. The sound of a running shower could be heard on the floor above him, making the presence of his boisterous partner known. He removed the heavy combat boots of his hero costume and lazily sauntered to the shared bedroom.

By the time he got there the shower had turned off, and he occupied himself with changing out of his attire for something less restricting in wait for the blond to make an appearance.

He’d just finished getting settled when Hizashi exited the attached washroom to their bedroom, hair still damp and lightly soaking the t-shirt he’d thrown on. “Well, don’t keep me waiting’”

The voice hero leaned against the headboard of their bed, “She didn’t have any plans, I watched her walk straight home after her shift and she never left the apartment either.”

Hizashi’s usually persistently bright smile faltered, “Ah...she probably forgot about them or something.”

“Do you really believe that?”

The disappointment was evident in the blond’s face, “Would she really just lie to us like that, even though we’re tryin’ to help her?”

The erasure hero sighed, “She’s self-destructive, it wouldn’t be the first time we’ve seen her put herself in danger without second thought.”

“God, Shou’―and she’s always shakin’ like a leaf. I don’t even think the poor thing realizes she’s doin’ it either.”

Shouta looked to the ceiling for a moment as if searching for an answer that would please his partner, “We can try and bring it up with her―see if there’s a reason behind all this.”

“And what if she lies to us again, huh? I can’t keep watching her hurt herself babe.”

At that the erasure hero stood up from his position on the bed, making his way over to the washroom in hopes of a shower relaxing his nerves. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Let’s just see how dinner goes first, okay?”

“But what if she never tells us what’s goin’ on? I mean she’s already avoiding us for christ’s sake, what’s to stop her from―”

“If anything happens we’ll deal with it ‘Zashi. I don’t want to hear anything more of it until after we sit down with her, got it?” He paused at the doorway as emphasis, waiting for his partner's agreement on the matter.

“Yeah okay, sorry.”

“Don’t be, I care about her too, remember?” With that he closed the door before his partner could add to the conversation.

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When you did finally wake up from that hellish night, almost entirely riddled with disturbing dreams, you were left with a lingering feeling of dread. A pit in your stomach that remained persistent no matter how much you tried to think of something other than the incomprehensible yet sickening scenarios that unwillingly played out inside your head.

Looking at your phone didn’t help you settle into a more agreeable state either.

It was just past midday―giving you roughly five hours until you had to pull yourself together to sit through what was hopefully the last encounter with the two heroes.

For now however, you listened to the sound of the birds chirping outside your window―it was always easier to get lost in your surroundings than actively trying to solve your own issues.

Maybe by the time you had to leave you’d feel better. But even if you didn’t, the dull ache of ailment was always persistent in your life in one way or another―so what was one more problem?

End of Part 4

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