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A Little Jealous || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Request - I was hoping if I could get one with Jake Seresin x reader where they're very close to each other and flirt with each other all day and makes everyone sick with their shenanigans but they secretly pine for each other... Read Rest Here

A/N: Good old miscommunication trope :) I love writing Jake. Keep on sending these amazing requests in and lmk what you think below! TY for the request @stuffingbuttsandshit

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Y/N

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“You’re being dumb, and you know it.” Natasha rolled her eyes before turning back to the traffic light the two of you were stopped at, heading towards the Hard Deck. Your usual Friday night hangout spot after yet another grueling training session with Maverick. He was kicking all of your sorry asses right into shape.

Leaning back into the seat you refused to look at her instead keeping your eyes trained out the window, “He doesn’t like me like that. He’s not a relationship guy Nat. He’s said it a hundred damn times. Why would I be any different?” Sighing in frustration Nat noticed you toying with the hem of your shirt, a nervous habit she picked up on after only you for a short while.

“Because you’re you? He told me yesterday how much he likes you.” She sighed in annoyance as she kept her eyes on the road even though she wanted to slap some sense into you. She often had to restrain herself from quite literally beating you up sometimes.

“As a friend! He likes me as a friend you doofus.” You added on knowing he couldn’t possibly return the feelings you had for him.

She scoffed while very visibly rolling her eyes at you, “Can’t believe you called me a doofus you dork.” She sighed before letting you continue the conversation, “Listen, all the two of you do is flirt. He’s constantly staring at you when you aren’t eye fucking him right on back. I haven’t seen two people get along so easily before in this line of work. Might as well embrace what you have while you have a chance.”

“Whatever. I’ll talk to him tonight.” You didn’t want to admit defeat, but you were growing rather tired of going back and forth with her on it. If there was one thing she was it was adamant, and this was the only way to get her to be quiet about it.

Her eyes lit up almost as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing from your mouth, “Really?”

“Yeah, yeah. If it comes up naturally I will.” You nodded your head thankful she was pulling into the bar already. There was a reason everybody from base went here after work, it was close. And you couldn’t be more thankful to be out of the car away from her prying eyes.

She shut the car off turning back to you, “Good enough for me. Now go in there and get your man.” She smirked knowing it’d set you off. She was right of course.

“Not my man.” You grumbled before happily hopping out of her car that was suffocating with her pressing you on the topic of Lieutenant Jake Seresin.

Of course, you’d love to take the next step with him. You practically threw yourself at the guy every time you hung out with him. But he never seemed to take your advances for what they were. Maybe you weren’t forward enough? Or maybe he just wasn’t a relationship kind of guy. You shuddered at that thought. He’d eventually be a relationship kind of guy. When he wanted to be. Why couldn’t it be with you?

When you walked through the front door and over to your usual spot you didn’t spot him right away. Instead, you spotted Bob and Rooster in the corner chatting away about something intently. Sitting down next to them you waited for their conversation to conclude before interrupting them.

“Hey Y/N.” Bob acknowledged you after a minute. You didn’t mind. Your eyes were busy scanning for Jake. Much to your annoyance you didn’t see him. Was he not here yet? That’d be off, he always beat you to the bar. Always saved a seat for you.

“Hey guys.” You nodded at the both of them with distraction written all over your face.

Rooster smiled over at you knowing exactly who you were looking for, “He’s on the other side of the bar with a friend.”

“Who is?” You couldn’t hide the blush that appeared out of thin air just at the thought of Jake. Were you really that easy to read?

“Hangman.” Rooster leaned forward challenging you, “The guy you’ve been looking for since you walked in.” Bob couldn’t help the small laugh that came from his friends joke.

“I have not.” Your eyes looked everywhere but his.

Bradley laughed, “Sure. Go on then. Go get a drink or something. Definitely don’t go looking for Jake or anything.”

You stook quickly, gracious of his out, “Am I that bad of company?” You mocked offence.

“Hardly.” He smiled shaking his head at your usual antics. Rooster had come to like you quite a bit. You were sharp as a tack, deadly in the air and kinder than they usually came. He’d be a fool not to befriend you. An asset he knew he’d need in the future, “It’s our company I fear that is not nearly riveting enough for you.”

You giggled shaking your head at him, “You’re something else Roos.” Before he could reply you walked over to the bar ordering a drink but also looking for the man who’d taken your heart so effortlessly.

When your eyes scanned the other side of the bar your heart nearly stopped when you finally spotted the guy you’d been looking for. He was sitting there talking, no laughing, with a beautiful blonde woman. Your mouth ran dry as your heart rate picked up at a rapid pace. She was absolutely breathtaking. Far, far more beautiful than you could ever hope to even come close to. If he was chatting her up so easily then how in the hell did you ever think you stood chance with man? Nat was right. You were just you.

You’d let Nat’s words get to your head and get yourself into thinking he’d actually want you. How could you have been so damn stupid? Your eyes watched them carefully as they both seemed overjoyed to be in such an intense conversation going on.

It was Penny who knocked you out of the longing stare that had your thoughts consumed so entirely, “Drink?” She asked.

“Uh, actually I’m alright. Thanks Pen.” You waved her off not wanting to get stuck here longer than you wanted.

She gave you a confused looked before turning away back to her paying customers. You walked out in a half daze thinking about the pretty blonde woman who had captured Jake’s attention whole so easily. You’d managed to avoid everybody on your way out including your ever so nosy friend. You decided to walk home, it was only about a half mile back to your apartment. You’d done it a hundred times before. You were just usually a little drunk and not so heartbroken.

In your mind it was best to simply turn your phone to silent and flip it over while you watched reruns of your favorite shows once you got home. You’d decided it was best to throw yourself a little mini pity party mourning a relationship that’d never be. So that’s exactly what you did. Ignored your phone and watched television. That was your first mistake. Your second was ignoring the knocks on the door. Instead, you turned the TV up just a little louder pretending you couldn’t hear it. Once the heavy banging on the door commenced you knew you could no longer ignore it.

You flung the door open in irritation not knowing who exactly it was but assuming it was Nat, “Would you quiet down? You’re going to get me in trouble…” The words stopped dead in your mouth as you observed Jake on the other side of the door and not Nat. Jake. Shit.

“You didn’t answer my texts.” He frowned giving you a once over scan that you would’ve missed if your eyes weren’t so trained on his. He was checking to make sure you were physically fine. You knew that.

“I turned my phone on silent. Wanted a night to myself.” You answered him before continuing with your own question, “What are you doing here?”

“Or my calls. You ignored my calls.” His frown deepened as he scanned your apartment behind you now. What was he looking for?

You sighed now, getting a little frustrated with his seemingly impromptu visit, “I told you. My phone is on silent in another room.”

That snapped him out of whatever he was doing. You usually didn’t have such a hostile tone with him. Everything with you was usually so gentle. The hostility was left for the skies, “Why? Why weren’t you at the Hard Deck tonight? Nat said you came in with her?” He looked so confused, almost hurt?

You nodded, “I did. I just felt, unwell.” It wasn’t an outright lie. Seeing Jake with that beautiful blonde woman made you more nauseous than you’d like to admit.

“Oh okay.” He frowned giving you another once over, “Are you alright?” He took a step to the side looking almost bashful. Not as confident as he normally came off. It was odd to see him so out of sorts. What was the reason? Surely it couldn’t have been you.

You took a moment to contemplate his question. You were fine, certainly. Just a little devastated for something that would never occur. A future you yearned for that would never begin. But you were fine.

“I’m alright. Why are you here Jake?” You asked once more not stepping away from the front door. Not letting him in but not shooing him away either. You’d usually let him waltz through without a worry, but something was stopping you.

“To check in. I got worried when you wouldn’t answer. You always do.” He answered without a beat. He didn’t look l

“Oh.” You nodded at him. That was kind. That was very much like him, “Sorry to make you stop by.”

He shook his head, “It’s alright.” He kept looking you over. You were playing with the hem of your shirt again. Things were awkward. Uncomfortable. You were nervous and he wasn’t saying what he wanted. Unsure of what to say you just looked down. Not ending the conversation but not making it move forward either.

“Well, goodnight.” You said after a few moments of painful silence. There wasn’t usually this much tension between the two of you. It felt wrong. There was never usually such an air of awkwardness such as there was now.

“No, wait.” He put his hand on the doorframe so you couldn’t shut the door. Not that you were planning to shut it in his face, “Is everything alright Y/N? I don’t… I don’t know what happened or what I did.” He paused giving you a genuine look of confusion and concern. A look you weren’t terribly familiar with from the man.

He was right. How would he know? You were being weird and secretive. And now that you knew he was probably dating that girl you couldn’t air out your love to him. That’d just ruin the friendship you’d grown to love with him.

So instead, you had to deflect a bit, “I didn’t want to interrupt you.”

He turned his head in confusion at that, “Pardon?”

“Uh,” Might as well spit out some of the truth, “Tonight. Was going to tell you I was heading home but then I saw you talking to the woman. She was pretty.” You added the last sentence in almost silence hoping he couldn’t detect the jealousy radiating from your body. It wasn’t easy to hide, no.

He crinkled his eyes together, “Who?”

Was he playing dumb? Could the interaction have been so minute that he didn’t even recognize just how gorgeous the woman was? You bit the inside of your mouth to hide your dissatisfied frown, “The blonde woman you were talking to in the booth?”

He cocked his head to the side. First a wave of confusion crossed his face then recognition of the interaction must’ve crossed as his once confused face turned to realization, “You mean Amy?” His smile turned to a knowing smirk once he put two and two together. Jake was anything but dumb. In fact, he was quite intelligent. It hit him as to why your mood would have turned so sour towards him so quickly.

“Amy?” You asked playing right into his hand. He had you now and you didn’t even know it.

He nodded leaning onto the side of the apartment building, “Yup. She was my commanding officer back in Virginia. We were catching up for a moment.” He nodded his head watching you as he reveled in your realization of who he chatting with. He also knew how pretty she was. Jake had thought so since the moment he had laid eyes on her all those years ago. There was a slight problem though, she wasn’t exactly into men. And she wasn’t afraid to let those around her know it. Apparently, you hadn’t picked up on it though. And Jake decided he’d tease you about it for a bit.

“Oh.” You said again as you took a step back while crossing your arms over your chest. It wasn’t exactly an invitation inside the apartment, but it wasn’t not either. Jakes eyebrows quirked up quickly as he realized he was getting somewhere with you. It was cute. You were jealous. You’d been so good at hiding any emotion he wasn’t sure if you actually liked him back. Nat had assured him that you did, and you were just afraid at showing it. Afraid of the consequences once you dove headfirst in. But this was a sign, albeit a small one.

He bobbed his head up and down while taking a small step forward, “Oh indeed.” He gave you a wry smile as his eyes traced over your face, “She was just telling me about how she and her wife were looking at adopting once they get settled out here.”

Your eyes rose in recognition of what he had told you, “Her wife?”

He took another small step forward, shrinking the already small space between the two of you, “Of three years. I was invited to the wedding. It was nice.” He grinned knowing he had you now. Your little outburst and show looked a little silly. He knew you felt embarrassed because he knew you. He adored you. He had begun to love you.

You looked down letting a small sigh of defeat out. You did feel embarrassed. Mortified actually. This is why you didn’t jump to conclusions. This right here. You stepped away from the door officially inviting him inside. He’d done nothing wrong. And even if he was flirting with a pretty blonde girl he would’ve done nothing wrong. You didn’t have any claim over him. Crap. You’d just made an unknowing mess of everything.

Jake didn’t hesitate at your invitation in. A sort of nonverbal apology he happily accepted. He sat down on the couch opposite of you giving you a smile, “You don’t look sick.” He said to you.

“I feel better.” You gave him a quick nod knowing your cheeks were beginning to flush right in front of him.

“Did your illness have anything to do with Amy?” He pressed deciding he wanted to cross the invisible line between the two of you tonight. Your acting out showed him just how much you actually did like him.

“No!” You were quick to answer, far too quick.

His little grin grew into that signature Jake smirk. The one that was often reflected at you in a much different light. Not like this. Not like he’d caught you doing something because he actually did.

“You sure about that?” He leaned so far froward you were sure he was trying to touch you now. Egg you on. Press your buttons. Cross the line. Maybe Nat wasn’t wrong? Maybe he did have feelings?

With wide eyes you shook your head, “No.”

He scooted over on the couch, so he was sitting next to you now. He reached out, placing a hand on your knee, “You seem… a little jealous?”

Your eyes were staring right at his hand that seemed to engulf your knee. You tried to answer him, really. But when you opened your mouth not a sound would come out. You shut your mouth in an instant before turning to him knowing he was right. You were a little jealous. But did you really have to admit it to him?

He leaned a bit closer to you, running his hand just a touch up your leg, before whispering in your ear, “For what it’s worth, I think it’s adorable that you’re a little jealous.”

Thankful for him giving you a little relief you finally found your words again, “You do?”

The smirk turned down into a soft smile as he saw the lack of confidence in your face. Had he not done enough to assure you of how he really felt? He’d thought he made it pretty obvious.

“I do. I think it’s really cute. Wanna know another little secret I’ve been keeping from you?” He asked you.

Your heart rate involuntarily picked up at that, “Yes.” It sounded more of a whisper than anything else. But you couldn’t quite help it. You were nervous. He made you terribly nervous.

“I think you’re the prettiest woman I’ve ever got to know.” He smiled watching your reaction. It was nice seeing you so expressive with him. You’d always been so cautious and reserved with him. Collected and calculated. But you no longer had to be. Not when he’d been so outright with it now.

“Now, I know you’re joking.” You laughed not so sure of his admission to you. But his face said otherwise.

“Have I lied to you before?” He asked knowing the answer was an easy no.

You shook your head in response, “No.”

He smiled softly moving his hand from your leg to your hand, “Why would I start now then?”

You gulped at the seriousness in his tone and through his expression. He wasn’t lying. He was out here admitting his feelings towards you. Damn. Nat was right. More than right. You were a fucking idiot.

Before you could stop the words that came out of your mouth you finally admitted to him how you’d been feeling, “I like you.”

He smile before capturing your face in his free hand, “A little jealousy always helps.” Brushing your lip with his thumb he studied your face intently, “I like you too. I like you more than you can even imagine.”

A breath of relief washed out of you as the words you’d been dying to hear left his lips, “That’s good to hear.”

He started laughing. A good old hearty laugh that filled you with your own sense of joy and giggles, “Let me take you out on a real proper date darlin’?” He asked once the shared laughter between the two of you had died down.

You nodded quickly, breathlessly as you took in his lovestruck gaze, “I’d like that.”

His other hand joined him as he cupped your face in his embrace. You were truly vulnerable as hell to him, a position you’d tried to avoid from the get-go. But you couldn’t help it. You were falling for him, fast.

“You have no idea how bad I want to kiss you right now pretty girl.”

You leaned towards him without a second thought, “Then do it.”

He thought for a second before shaking his head, “Can’t kiss you without taking you out first darlin’.”

You bit your lip knowing it’d drive him past his breaking point, “Please? You don’t have to be a gentleman tonight.”

He groaned, tightening his embrace on your face as carefully as he could, “How can I say no when you ask like that?”

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ohdeerfully · 11 days

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omg hi! I love your writing! I had an alastor x reader request for an idea I can’t get out of my head! Imagine him and the reader secretly pining for each other as besties but just can’t admit it to each other (or themselves lmao). So alastor talks to Rosie about it and she is so shocked that he likes a girl! And after some time the reader decides to go ask Rosie for advice due to her being alastor other bestie and she kinda plays matchmaker for them!

Thank you for reading this and I hope you like the idea! No worries if not tho 💖

hi love! i split this into two parts (second part is already written and posted!), i hope that's okay! reader is also i love mutual pining its so yummy

thanks for the request!

Mutual Dilemma (i)

Alastor x Reader part i part ii TW: none!

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Alastor knew plenty of things about himself and those around him—this was something of a skill he gained throughout his time in Hell as an Overlord. His all-smiles personality, at least to those that didn’t take the ‘myth’ of the Radio Demon seriously enough, earned him plenty of trusting acquaintances that provided him with constant, easy information. He was always confident in this way of things.

But you—just some seemingly ordinary demon at the Hazbin Hotel—you confused him. You made him unsure of himself. When it came to you, there were so many unknown, confusing emotions that made his mind and body swirl with discomfort. There was only one thing he could accept within himself as truth–

He hated you.

He hated you simply for the fact that he didn’t understand you, and you made him doubt himself. Alastor was so used to picking apart the inner workings of those he came across, but everytime the two of you interacted he always found his mind lost and unable to think as if he were a drunk man. Maybe you were doing it on purpose to taunt him; you were placed here by Heaven itself to torture him.

Truthfully he wanted to avoid you at all costs in order to preserve what was left of his sanity, but as time passed it became increasingly difficult as you were aggravatingly involved with the various hotel matters. You had quickly become close friends with Charlie Morningstar herself, so where she was you were likely nearby… so it was nearly impossible to not see you everyday considering his own duties to the hotel.

Currently he had sat himself on an eccentric red armchair in the lobby, hands politely folded over his lap as he observed the conversation in front of him—Vaggie, Charlie, and you were discussing some plan to attract more residents to the hotel, sitting cross-legged by a low table. The group would rarely turn to him for any input, but that matter didn’t really bother him—he was never much help, anyway.

Every now and then Alastor would catch your eyes tentatively look away from the spread of papers on the table to take a peek at him, and each time he would stare back in his usual manner; a spreading, malicious grin and slight tilt in the head, which always made you shoot back to attention to your task. He wasn’t sure why you kept looking, though, but he just chalked it up to the typical sense of fear and anxiety demons usually felt in his presence.

He didn’t fail to notice the light pang in his chest each time he caught your eyes—a weird, twisting feeling of emotion that he couldn’t recognize. He wanted nothing more than to tear those eyes of yours right out for even looking his way since they seemed to be the culprit of the discomfort; but, at the same time, it was like a mysterious force held him incapable of laying a hand on you and cursed his body with even more of those strange feelings at the mere idea of you being hurt.

It was something he never really cared to explore too deeply within himself as he was content with simply believing it would pass with time.

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You, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to explore the strong emotions that you actually were able to recognize as love; or, something similar… love was a strong word to use when referring to the Radio Demon of all creatures in Hell.

Still, it hurt your soul to see the complete and utter lack of care towards your existence in general that he seemed to hold for you. He played friends when it mattered, which was particularly in cases like this when Charlie, Vaggie, him, and you were all trying to plan something—with mostly Charlie doing the work, you were kind of just her yes-man—but otherwise he seemed to just… avoid you. Ignore you unless it came with some benefit.

Everybody knew how the Radio Demon went about relationships, and you weren’t any less wise, but it still hurt. You could convince yourself to be happy with just a friendship with the guy, but even that was impossible when any opportunity you had to get closer to him was met with that deranged grin. You couldn’t find yourself afraid of it, though, because alongside the swimming malice in his crimson eyes there was also a hint of… confusion or doubt, like a child learning something terrifying or life-changing. Of course, maybe you were just delusional.

Charlie’s hand brushed against your arm, and you realized you had just been staring blankly at the small spread of papers on the black wooden table in front of you. You blinked a few times, startled by the sudden tug into reality, but smiled once you realized what you had been doing. You sheepishly apologized before asking her to repeat her question.

“Actually…” She said slowly while holding her knees with her hands and rocking backwards. “It’s pretty late… you seem tired. Let’s call it a night?”

“Are you sure?” You asked, stifling a yawn. You hadn’t even noticed exhaustion creeping upon you, but it seemed to swing in full force when she mentioned it. “I know this is important to you.”

“And the comfort of my guests is more important!” She stated proudly, standing up alongside her girlfriend. She held out a hand to you, which you took gratefully. You grimaced at the stiffness in your legs as you stood and placed a hand against your back as you craned your spine to crack it.

“Alright,” You sighed after Charlie urged you to get some sleep again. You waved her goodbye before her and Vaggie left the room, leaving you… and Alastor. He was getting up from the armchair just as you turned around, and you quickly tried to think of something to say, desperate for a conversation. Why was your heart beating so fast? You were going to embarrass yourself.

“You better run along, now,” Alastor said when he noticed you lingering. His voice being directed at you made goosebumps run up your arms. He had his hands folded together behind his back and he bent slightly at the waist to loom over you. “Wouldn’t want to disappoint our dear princess now, would we?”

“And you?” You asked back. You knew he didn’t really sleep, you were just hoping to make conversation. He narrowed his eyes slightly down at you.

“I’ve planned a trip to Cannibal Town,” Alastor explained with closed eyes, straightening himself to stand to his full height. He opened his eyes again to peer at you—it made you nervous to be the subject of his bright red gaze. “I have a dear friend I’ve been meaning to see.”

You nodded absently in response, Rosie’s face immediately coming to mind. You were good friends with her, and knew of the mutual connection the three of you had. You wondered briefly if you should go to her about your latest troubles. Before you could think of anything else to add to the current conversation, he bid you goodnight and briskly left the room. He seemed unnaturally hurried in his pace, but you didn’t think much of it. He had a tendency to just be a bit weird.

A breath that you didn’t even realize you were holding escaped your lungs after the large entrance doors creaked shut. You opted that yes, you were going to go talk to Rosie—tomorrow. You were growing more and more aware of just how tired you were as you stood in the silent room. Plus, maybe it would do some good to sleep on your emotions.

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Alastor couldn’t comprehend the mixture of emotions in him; he was mad, frustrated, but all at the same time… endeared by you. How could he feel so much disdain and hatred for someone, yet still have some feeling of care for them? He had been able to at least reach the conclusion that he did care for you, but that didn’t explain the pit in his stomach he got every time your gaze met his.

Rosie would know, surely, or at least be able to give some insight to why he was so conflicted. She was much more in-tune with emotions and mentality and all the type of stuff that Alastor had always been so quick to push away from his care. Plus, she was the only demon in Hell that he could even open a fraction of his mind to.

It was a quick trip to Cannibal Town, his legs carrying him faster than usual. He had given a suave wave and pleasant smile to the various cannibal ladies that always swooned by his presence; something that he had never really thought twice about, but now images of you and your own smile flashed in his mind’s eye when he waved. His eyes narrowed subconsciously at the experience.

The door to Rosie’s Emporium was soon being pushed open by his hand, and he lightly stepped in, hanging his coat up on a nearby rack. It didn’t take long at all for Rosie to realize she had a guest—and even faster for her to realize who the guest was.

“Alastor!” She said cheerfully. They shared a quick embrace before she beckoned him to sit with her at a table against the wall, already prepared to start talking. She knew he only showed up when he needed something.

“My, it’s been a minute,” She observed, leaning her head on her hand. It had really only been a week at most, but Alastor decided against contradicting her.

“Truly, my darling,” He simply agreed. “I have a question.”

“Well I didn’t doubt it.”

Alastor hummed, leaning back in the chair as he tried to form a coherent explanation. How was he to describe a situation he couldn’t even begin to understand himself? Rosie was ghostly silent as she waited, her pearly teeth only slightly peeking between the light smile on her lips.

“That one demon at the hotel—a mutual friend of ours—the one that's always hanging out with Charlie and–”

“I know them,” Rosie cut him off with a waving hand, urging him to get to the actual point. There was a new, sneaky curl in her grin as he spoke with a nearly undetectable stammer in his otherwise smooth voice.

“Well… for the longest time now, it’s like I feel… weird, around them. A weird feeling in my gut that I’ve never felt before. It enrages me, and I want nothing more than to just kill them and get it out of my mind, but, at the same time…” He trailed for a moment. He felt a little embarrassed, truthfully though he would never admit it, that he was practically rambling on about some random demon. He felt like a middle school boy.

Rosie’s hand had found its way to her mouth as he spoke, blocking what Alastor assumed was either a shocked open mouth or a wide smile she didn’t want to share. She inhaled sharply, composing herself, before placing her hand back onto the table.

“Well, I’ll be. I never thought I’d see the day that the Radio Demon…” She paused for a moment and pursed her lips, carefully thinking about the next few words as if what she was going to say would blow his mind into a million pieces. Alastor furrowed his brows and tilted his head to the side expectantly and confused.

“Alastor… do you have… a crush on them?”

A comical record scratch effect sounded from Alastor’s cane as his shoulders stiffened and smile tightened all at once. He looked almost offended at the idea, but at the same time there was an odd look of uncertainty in his expression.

“What? No.”

Rosie laughed aloud at the shocked and almost angry looking expression on his face, ears flattened to their fullest extent as he struggled to maintain his cheerful demeanor. His mind wasn’t exploded into a million pieces, but his whole self-perception was definitely damaged.

Alastor, although upset, thanked her for the help, excused himself, and stood quickly to leave. He was thankful that Rosie was understanding and didn’t try to convince him to “talk it out” or anything. The only thing she said was an invitation to lunch at a local shop the next day if he wanted to talk to her more—she would be there just in case.

Truthfully, Alastor had already started suspecting the romantic feelings building inside of him before Rosie confirmed the idea; he had just refused to fully acknowledge or even begin to accept them.

He, Alastor—The Radio Demon—had no room in his soul for trivial things like romance. Even in life he had refused to pursue the experience. So why were you suddenly an exception to this? Why did you make his heart boil with a confusing mixture of love and hate; why did your presence make his chest feel heavier and why did you, of all creatures in Hell, make him nervous? Not even the strongest Overlords that had gone against him made him nervous.

Alastor walked back to the Hotel at a snail’s pace, dreading the return and dreading the sight of you. Now that his suspicions of emotion were confirmed by Rosie herself, he wasn’t sure how his nerves would react. Would he finally snap in frustration at how you affected him and just kill you? Part of him hoped to, but another felt ill at the mere thought.

It was late when he got back, and to his luck you were evidently asleep. He paused for the briefest moment as he passed your hotel room door, eyes trailing over the knob before he caught his senses and hurried to his own quarters.

The familiar tranquility of his personalized, swampy room with twinkling fireflies and light cricket noises helped him clear his mind as he found a cozy spot to sit and ruminate. Maybe he would go see Rosie for lunch tomorrow.

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part ii

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97keanu · 11 months

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Dave Lizewski x goth!Reader

Premise: Dave sits next to you in History, he's been secretly pining for you for ages, but he's been too scared to ask you out since you're so pretty and your goth exterior is very intimidating for him. To his surprise, he and you are paired up to finish a history assignment this weekend. Truth is, you thought he was cute too...

Tags: 18+ characters/pining!Dave/extremely nerdy and loser!Dave/hard exterior soft interior!reader/reader who despite having a crush on Dave does NOT want to admit it(tsundere!reader)/Mutual pining/mini slow burn into eventual smut/virgin!dave/submissive!Dave + switch!Dave who ends up taking control/reader on top/oral(both parties)/face sitting/edging/no condom/raw/doggy/cuddling/aftercare

A/N: Finalized version 7/8/23, fully edited. I am glad so many of you liked this and I am hoping to return to this couple in the future!

Taglist: @lazyneonrabbitt

(Ask to be tagged in upcoming one offs of Dave if you'd like!)

Imagines of these two: here and here

Jennifer's Body AU reader x Dave here

UPDATE!!! Read the direct sequel here

It's a normal Friday afternoon and Dave sits, staring out the window and daydreaming about this or that for his last class of the day. Class hasn't started yet, and what pulls Dave out of his daydream is you. You with your all black clothes, black lipstick and dark style. You walk into class as if its nothing, and every time you do Dave feels butterflies fill his stomach. He still can't believe how lucky he was to get sat next to you, even if he's way too intimidated to say anything to you.

You sit down next to him and you keep your face neutral. You know how mean this highschool has been about your style, so these days you hardly give them anything. And after you broke some jocks finger for trying to touch you in the 10th grade, people leave you alone for the most part. To your face at least. You know they probably snicker when you're not looking, but at the very least you can go on autopilot through out the day and go home to where you can really be yourself.

Dave has no idea about this, he thinks you're just the most confident chick in school, and he is in no way in your league, at all. It doesn't stop him from day dreaming about it though. He goes home and thinks about you at night, thinks about what it would feel like to actually ask you out. He's practiced saying it in the mirror a few times even, but when you sit next to him in class it's like he can't even make his voice say "Hello" let alone "Can I take you to the movies this Friday?". What kind of movies would you even like? God, its hopeless. He's doomed to sit next to you pining until senior years up and he never sees you again.

Today you sit next to him as always, headphones blaring The Cure while you ignore the world. You do steal a glance towards the guy who sits next to you in History, and quickly glance away, your dark lashes fluttering. You try not to interact with him because you know if you do, it's going to be obvious you like him. You can't help it, something about the way he's obviously so flustered by you, his big blue eyes gazing at you behind those nerdy glasses, it does something to you. Something the other students would notice and probably pick on the both of you for. Imagine it, the social outcast goth girl and the loser nerdy boy? No way, it's something you're not willing to risk after being bullied from your last school. No, its better to not think about it. Keep your headphones in and look forward, pretend you see nothing.

Your history teacher begins class, so you put away your headphones and get ready to start class. As you put them in your bag, you catch Dave's eyes. He looks like he almost wants to say something to you, and you furrow your thin and arched brows, giving off a "why are you talking to me" energy without even trying to really. It's almost second nature at this point for you, and when you see his cheeks heat up, you feel your heart jump, a mixture of feeling bad for how you come off and a hope for what he might have wanted to say. His hand nervously slides his glasses back up, his big blue eyes blinking away in embarrassment, the words unsaid falling flat in the air and your history teacher gaining the attention of the class.

You turn from Dave, obviously conflicted about what transpired, even if it was brief. It was one of the few times you two interact, but somehow when you sit next to him for this hour long class, it's as if you are interacting. You can almost feel the space between you two, and the times when his foot or your leg gets too close, bumps, barely touches, it's almost electric. It truly makes it hard to focus on class at times, but for the most part if you really fixate on what the teacher is saying, you can get by. From the looks Dave gives you at the end of class usually, he didn't hold up as well for the most part.

"This seating arrangement really was a mistake..." You muse silently to yourself inside your head, a small sigh escaping your lips.

Your teacher begins describing the next history assignment for the weekend, it's supposed to be something about fake "interviewing" someone from the history lessons from so far, or something, you're catching about half of it, but you know they pass out a more detailed paper later.

Meanwhile, Dave is beating himself up for, once again, not being able to ask you out tonight.

"C'mon man, you should have just said it!" He curses himself mentally. "Worst she could say is no right? God...with her, she might actually bite my head off..."

He's practically sweating next to you, his hand nervously tapping the table between you two lightly. Your hand, inches away is trying to take notes on what the assignment is supposed to have because you absorb it better when you actually write it out. As well as an excuse to not focus on Dave's nervous fidgeting beside you.

Dave is biting the inside of his cheek trying to game plan if he can save this, ask you at the end of class, when the teacher says something that makes his stomach drop, but his heart flutter.

"Alright, so that's the basis of the assignment, however, I would like for you to work with your table partner outside of class this weekend and choose which of you will be the interviewer and the interviewee..."

"Holy shit!" Dave could practically jump out of his seat from excitement and fear. This means he doesn't even have to actually ask you out, now you two are forced to spend time together this weekend!

"Holy shit..." You think to yourself. You feel entirely tense, as if you need to run out of the room right this instant, and your cheeks are hot under your makeup. This means you have to spend time, alone, with Dave this weekend. The truth was, you weren't even dreading it because you hate him, even if you try to convince yourself that. No, the truth was...you didn't know if you keep the charade up if you were to spend that sort of time together. Surely, surely...he would notice the crush you had been building for him for the past few months...

The teacher dismisses the class early, letting everyone figure out how they're going to make time this weekend with each other. You could turn to stone, in fact maybe you have because to your surprise it takes Dave's squeaky, unsure voice to call you name to get you out of your trance.

"Yes...Dave?" You turn, almost ridgid, but trying to be neutral, if not kind. Dave is obviously shocked, this might be the most attention he's ever scored from you!

"Well, since we're paired up, I was uh..um..." His doe eyes dart down as he speaks, finding the right words. "I was wondering if you wanted to come to my house after school to work on it?"

You can't believe it, he wants you to come over, now? No way, you can't even hardly bring yourself to move from your seat, let alone find your way over to Dave's house. You find your head giving the smallest, most timid of shakes as you stare at him with disbelief of the situation.

"Oh! Uh yeah no it's totally cool.." Dave senses the rejection and is obviously red faced as he scratches the back of his head, moving those mop of gorgeous dark curls around. "It's so sudden, you probably have big plans for a Friday night, huh?"

The way he's so obviously trying to make this work begins to melt at your icy heart. You shake your head again and immediately Dave is trying to stammer out more, but you finally find your words and work everything out.

"No, that's okay, Dave, I actually, um... I could come to your place around 7pm if that's okay?" Your usually confident self feels a bit wavered as you ask. Dave's eyes shine so brightly you think he may burst, the color in his cheeks different than before.

"Oh, that's totally awesome! I'll give you my address!" He says, with unusually less attempts to speak than normal, he must be really excited about this. You gulp at the thought, and as Dave takes a pen and rips off a piece of notebook paper, you do the same. You write down your number, in case you two need to talk at all between now and then.

You can't help yourself, you put a little black heart next to your number. It's like something has possessed you, you can't even stop yourself. "God...this is just the start..." A part of your subconscious whispers somewhere...

If you thought Dave was over the moon when you agreed to come over tonight, he's downright estactic when he sees you pass over your number.

"This is...for me??" He stares at you, mouth agape, and doesn't even realize what a dumb question that was, but you can't help but find it endearing.

"For if I get lost or something comes up..." You trail off with reasons, but you know you truly just wanted to give him your number despite your reservations. Dave totally thinks the reasons are valid though, he scrambles to put his number on the paper he passed towards you with his address.

"Oh, that makes sense here, lemme just..." His tongue pokes out the corner of his mouth as he scrawls his number. He passes it back to you again, and your cheek heat skyrockets as you see he's also put a heart. He seems pleased with himself and shy about it at the same time, as if this is a secret between the two of you.

You begin packing up after that, and look at him with your lips pursed, unable to reciprocate all he's giving you right now. As you walk away he calls out.

"Alright, see you tonight then!" And you're almost sure the whole class has eyes on your back while you walk quickly from the room, eyes down. You just hope no one decides to dig their grimy fingers into the sliver of hope that this just might work out in the way you're terrified of...

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The sky has started to turn dark, amber meeting violet in wispy clouds above. You're looking about for the address Dave wrote down, but his writing is comparable to chicken scratch. You find the house you think is his, and decide to text the number Dave also wrote extremely poorly underneath the address. You take pause, staring at the heart he returned on the piece of paper, and wonder if you should go through with this. It's not like you can just back out either, both your grades rely on this.

"It's just studying..." You breath out into the chilled brink of nighttime air, and text him you're here.

You are surprised how soon Dave is bounding down the stairs inside before opening the door with a big smile.

"You're here! Awesome, I just got pizza ordered, it's inside!" He does everything but pull you inside, he's so excited.

You feel some of your fears evaporate as you cross the threshold of his house. It's very homey, something your house always lacked. You feel like while its not pristine, it's meant to be lived in, a place where life goes on inside. You can't remember the last time you felt that way about a place, maybe your grandma's house, once upon a time...

Dave ushers you into his kitchen where he's got pizzas and snacks laid out. You can't help but feel like this is turning out more date than study when you see the set up. Your stomach builds with butterflies as you realize he's done all this just for you. You who has ignored him, at times being borderline mean, but of course you would have had to give him the attention he deserved to have truly been mean. That would have been more than you ever had given him by a mile. "Shit..." You think to yourself as you consider the situation.

"Yeah, I figured ya know, you might be hungry and it uh, it t-takes brain power to uh do a study...study date...." He stammers out as he sees your reaction, totally trying to wring out the study from 'study date' the way you do from a wet cloth.

You can't help it, you're flattered despite yourself. No one has ever been this kind to you since you moved to your new school in 9th grade. A part of you is desperate...desperate for this attention, for this connection you so clearly don't deserve. And with a sweetheart like Dave of all people. You feel a lump in your throat, but nod, agreeing with his words. His anxiety seems to have subsided as you do, and he beams a grin at you.

"Yeah! Here lemme grab this," he takes the pizza and a can of soda for each of you with ease. "And we can head up to my room to get started?"

His room. Oh god...

Your legs follow despite everything in you feeling absolutely undeserving of this kindness, your combat boots thunking on the kitchen tiles.

He takes you upstairs to his attic room and you are surprised. As much as it's a teenage boys room, it's also quite clean, and looks really comfortable. He sets you guys up on the bed and pats a place next to him. You settle down next to him, and he flips on a TV across from the bed. You wonder how you went from being here to study, to having pizza and movie.

"I just thought we might like to watch something while we eat..." Dave says in a nervous mutter as he sees your face.

"Okay..." You say, taking a slice of pizza and nibbling a bite. With all the butterflies in there, you don't think your stomach can hold much more than a slice right now. The two of you settle into his bed, munching on slices of pizza and watching some action flick Dave's put on...

After you two are done eating, Dave moves the food stuffs out of the way, and it's just the two of you on the bed. Somehow much more intimate now that there's not a pizza box between you two. You try to focus on the movie, but you can feel Dave glancing at you for much of it.

Dave can't help himself, you just looks so gorgeous, your dark eye make up is so sharp and bold, the thought of you taking control of him, of you pushing him into his bed and using him up keeps running through his thoughts. He even tried to jack off before you came over so he wouldn't be a total horn dog, but here he is, imagining what it would be like to lean over and kiss your black lips. God...he couldn't even ask you out properly, and the only reason you're here is because of the school assignment. There's no way you would be here otherwise. "I'm such a loser..." He thinks to himself, his eyes darting away from your face when you glance over and catch him staring. Instead his eyes land on your hand, laying in between the two of you on the bed, your finger nails black like the rest of your attire.

"Maybe if I could just..." He thinks, imagining himself being bold enough to take your hand, to test the waters to see if something was there. It would be enough that he could see if you have any interest, but wouldn't be as awkward as what he wants to do, which is lean over, take your delicate face in his hands and look you in the eye before kissing you as deeply as he can. Yes, holding hands would go over better than that, he has to tell himself. He feels shaky as one of his hands reaches up to push his glasses back into place, focusing himself to complete the task of holding your hand. The movie plays on...

After what seems like ages of Dave having an internal debate, he raises his hand slowly, deliberately, making a move towards your hand. You seem to be caught in the movie right now, the film is nearing it's climax as you two sit beside each other. If all goes wrong, he'll just pull his hand back and pretend he didn't mean to move it there. "Yeah, like that will work..." The voice in his head chides. It's too late now, he's already practically doing it, his hand hovering over yours before slowly dropping it down, the heat of his hand meeting yours, before softening into a hold.

You let out a small gasp, but don't pull your hand away. Dave is at a loss for words, he doesn't know how to explain it away, he IS holding your hand, and it's clear he doesn't mean it in a friendly way from how red his cheeks get. All you can do is stare at him right now, it's like time passes by in molasses, sticky and sweet. You can't believe it, he's really making a move on you...

What surprises you more is the fact that when your body catches up to your brain, you're moving towards him with fervor. Your other hand comes to the side of his face and you're crushing your lips against his. The movie is forgotten, as well as your inhibitions. Your lips tingle when they meet his, and you can't help yourself, somehow his small innocent touch has caused the dam you built inside yourself to stay away from him to collapse. You're working your lips into his like he's the air you breathe, and Dave is so caught off guard he's letting you, moving along with you as his guide.

"Oh my god, she's kissing me...I'm kissing a girl!" Dave thinks to himself, totally blown away, his eyes wide at first before melting into your kiss, his glasses only sort of getting in the way.

"God...I can't help it...he's so nerdy and sweet, I need to know what his body is like..." You think to yourself, your hands moving wildly into his mess of curly hair, gripping and tugging him into your kiss.

It's the type of kiss that almost hurts its so wanted.

You find yourself pulling away for a moment to catch your breath, and you see your black lipstick smudged both on Dave's pouty, plump from being kissed lips, as well as your own from the reflection of his glasses. You look as if you've totally given in, your eyes filled with a desire you've never seen before. You look back into Dave's vibrant blue eyes and see he's completely at your will.

"P-please...don't stop..." He whispers, those eyes of his pleading for you to continue. God, you want to fuck his brains out right here, and at this rate you think you will.

What surprises you next is Dave taking a bit of control, his own hands wrapping around your waist and bringing you on top of him, his hands grabbing into your gothic hair style, and your lips colliding once again as Dave let's out a whimper into your kiss. You can't help but moan back, the sound a dull vibration between your lips. Dave kisses sloppily, he wants you so bad and he's never kissed a girl before, that much is clear. You bite his lower lip to slow him down and take control, his body jumping from the bite, and where your legs straddle him you can feel his hardness against you as he bucks. God, he's like putty in your hands.

Dave can hardly contain himself, his hands roam your body freely, at some point one of his hands finds it's way under your skirt, gripping your hips and running along your stomach. He doesn't want to go too north or south without your permission, scared to run you and the pleasure you're giving him off. You can tell, and moan in a way that signals your frustration, before releasing your hands from where they're knotted in his curls and grabbing his wrists. You guide his hands underneath your shirt and sit up on him, letting him explore your breasts over your bra as you slip your shirt off and quickly discard it on his floor. As you look down, Dave's eyes are wider than ever, totally encapsulated by your body, his mouth hanging open and stained with your dark lipstick.

"God...you're so sexy..." He mumbles, not even sure what he's saying, just that he's in total awe of you. He's wanted this for so long he feels like he's accidently just convinced himself that you're really here, really doing this. It's as if you're a dream come to life instead of actually straddling him on his bed.

You reach back and undo your bra, the straps sliding down slowly before you pull your bra over your head, your breasts falling out. Dave doesn't need to be told to grab them, he's getting the hang of this. He feels the softness of your chest before exploring your nipples playfully. You smirk down at him as your hips ride him fully clothed.

"Would you like to taste them...?" You say slyly, almost savoring his reaction, knowing how excited he is. All he can do is nod eagerly and say 'Please'. You lean down and let Dave cup your breasts, pulling one of them to his mouth and sucking hungrily. He has dreamed of this moment, thought of it before bed with his cock in his left hand. He never thought he would actually be here, playing with your nipples in his mouth, switching sides so your other breast doesn't feel lonely.

You continue to grind against him, his already hard cock feeling as if he will cum just from you dry humping him. You can feel it twitching, aching to be released from his pants. You slide down his body, his mouth popping off your breast with a soft pop! before he gives out a whine that he wanted more. He looks down at you as you reach his pants, and playfully stare up at him with your devilish, make up smeared smile. Somehow knowing he's messed up your perfect goth make up is turning him on. He even finds himself imagining if he could ruin it more by cumming on your pretty little face. He wonders if you would ever let him and groans as you begin pulling his pants down and letting his cock free.

You're surprised not for the first time tonight, and not for the last. Dave's cock is huge! You had no idea this little nerd was packing so much heat, it's way longer and girthier than any cock you've seen up until now, and even putting your black manicured hand around it is making your hands look so small in comparison. Dave seems almost shy about his cock, he shifts nervously as you gaze at it, mouth slightly agape at his size, and Dave wonders if you don't like it.

"Is it...okay?" He finally squeaks out from nerves, and your eyes dart back up to his, dragging out of the trance the sight of his cock put you in. You begin to stroke him and nod.

"More than okay..." You say as you feel your cheeks heat up, your mouth watering just thinking about sucking him off. You hear Dave whimper out from your touch, his back arching into you, his hips bucking for more already. He feels so sensitive, as if your touch is too much.

"Please be careful...I don't know how long I can last..." He warns you, and the idea that you get to edge him until you want him to cum has your legs clenching from the wetness unraveling there. You can't believe how your body reacts to his, it's as if every little thing he does has your stomach coiled and shivers running up and down your body. You look him in the eyes as you place your mouth over the tip of his thick cock.

He closes his eyes in pleasure just from that, and you pause. You know you'll be doing a lot of stopping and starting, going so slow, just to keep him from blowing his load early. Dave is glad once again that he has already cum a few times today, if not he would have definitely came from you dry humping him earlier. He moves a hand to your hair, holding and petting you as you begin to go deeper, bobbing up and down in a rhythm that keeps him on his toes. He can't believe how hot and wet your mouth is, and you leave black rings on his cock as you go.

You suck his cock with purpose, finding out what gets him going very easily, and putting a stop to it before he goes too far. He's a whining mess, breathing hard and husky, his voice coming out in a quiver as he speaks your name, begging you. When you think he's had as much as he can take right now, your lips satisfyingly pop off his cock, and you look him in the eyes, his cock beside your sweet face.

"Now that I've tasted you Dave...I think it's your turn to taste me..." Dave's eyes are heavy with want, but they widen as he realizes what you're getting at. Truly, you can't even believe you're so eager for him, but you've fought it for so long you can't anymore. You know what you want in this instance, and your body isn't letting your brain ruin this for you. You take off your bottoms, leaving you naked before him, his eyes grazing your body with need.

You put your knees on either side of his face, and Dave looks up at you with those gorgeous blue eyes as he stares up from under your pussy.. You worried a bit if he would shy away from it, some men can be afraid of eating women out, especially their first time doing it. But Dave has literally imagined over and over what it would be like to have you sit on his face and to eat you up like his life depended on it. And he does just that.

Without having to give him any pointers, he grabs your hips and presses your pussy onto his face, his tongue going to town right away. He begins with your clit first, sucking the whole thing right away, and you actually have to cry out, your thighs almost crushing his head.

"Sensitive! Wait!" Is all you can say, and Dave seems to get the memo, beginning to swirl his tongue around your clit, playing with it before lightly lapping at it, sometimes with his tongue pointed, others with it flat and tasting all of you. Dave is grateful he ever cared to look up online how to do this properly, even though at the time he never thought he would ever get to use this knowledge.

You're surprised when he even begins to tongue your wet hole, playing with you there before dragging his tongue back up to play with your clit. He isn't perfect at it for his first time, and you likely won't cum from just this, but god does his tongue feel good down there. Dave is definitely not embarrassing himself in this catergory. He even presses your hips, pushing your pussy further on his face, practically suffocating under you from time to time, before releasing himself, his hot breath tickling your pussy. He looks up at you every so often with such a submissive look you can barely believe it. He loves being beneath you, you taking from him just how you like it. His cock is still hard and twitching, you reach back just to give it a feel and you can tell his cock has calmed enough you could probably get on top without him spilling in you right away.

"I want you inside me, Dave..." You whisper down at him, as you pull your pussy off him and he opens his eyes, completely drunk off your pussy, your wetness glistening on his lips.

"Anything you want..." He replies, his eyelids heavy and pleased with everything so far. He wants to make sure you're satisfied.

"In that case, I'm going to cum on your cock Dave...I need you to hold out til I'm finished..." You're voice is so soft, but commanding at the same time, which Dave is crazy for. You can see he's nervous about it still, worried he will disappoint and cum too early, but he nods with determination.

You move down, and position yourself over his red, hard cock. You look him in the eyes as you slowly lower yourself, his tip gliding in, stretching you out already.

"Fuck...." You moan out, your eyes closing as you take him inch by inch. He is completely enamored, watching you closely, and so confused as to how someone as hot and intimidating as you is fucking herself on his cock. You bite your messy lip as you find yourself struggling to fit him all, he makes you feel so full. When you finally do, you let yourself sit there for a moment and take it all in, enjoying the feeling of being so completely filled.

"God, Dave...your cock is so big..." You murmur out and Dave can't believe you think his cock is big, he never realized that, he knew it wasn't small but somehow he had convinced himself he wasn't that big either.

Eventually, you begin rocking your hips, moving up and down as you both gasp from pleasure. You use your hands to steady yourself on his chest while your other hand begins to touch your sensitive clit, working it until it feels amazing, heat flooding you.

Dave holds onto your hips and helps you move on him, sometimes going slower to stop himself. He wants to fill you up so badly it hurts, his stomach and muscles are so tight, his arm muscles clenching and showing themselves as his big hands guide your hips. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer by the minute.

"Dave, you're going to make me cum..." You whisper out as you begin to feel it. Dave looks at you with worry, and asks you something you forgot to talk about before getting wrapped up on the heat of the moment.

"If you cum, I'm going to cum...do we need a condom?" He says, his brows furrowed. You thank god you are on reliable birth control right now.

"It's okay, I have birth control, go crazy..." You say off handedly, not expecting much change in reaction.

Somehow, hearing you tell him to 'go crazy' starts something in him. He almost hesitates, but there's something he really wants to try. You can tell by the look on his face that he is planning something, and with a slight nod you silently tell him to go for it.

Dave quickly lips you off his cock and effortlessly tosses you onto the bed face first. You gasp out, the power dynamic shifting in that moment. You didn't know he was that strong...

He grabs your hips and ass and pulls them into his cock, easily slipping back inside your wet folds and pushing himself so deep you had no idea he could even do that. You moan out his name and grip the pillows beneath you, suddenly feeling like the submissive one now.

"Fuck, Dave..." You breath out and shudder as he fucks you so deeply you can hardly breath right. "I didn't know you could be this...dominant..."

Dave almost chuckles at your comment, but he agrees silently. Something about you letting him fuck you like this has emboldened him, he grips you harder, playing with your ass as he goes. Squishing and squeezing it, enjoying the feel of it in his hands.

You move so one of your hands can be under you, fumbling for your wet clit once again. You moan out Dave's name loudly as he fucks you deeply, your ass bouncing against his thighs with satisfying slaps. Dave can feel you clenching as you get closer, and it's so hard for him to contain himself. He wants to spill inside you so badly, his face scrunches up from the thought, he has to bite his lip to think of something else, even if it's the pain of biting.

"Please...I can't hold on much longer..." He says between heavy breaths and calling your name.

You focus, finding the sweet spot and so lost in his cock fucking you that suddenly your legs are locking up as your pussy clamps down on his cock, your climax spilling over the edge as you moan Dave's name. Dave pounds you harder as you do this, needing to to keep up as you clench around him so tightly it makes it hard to fuck you. Almost as soon as you reach your peak, Dave is thrusting his final thrusts into you, his cum welling up and shooting off inside of you, making a total mess of your pussy. You cry out as he does this and Dave groans loudly, his body shaking and his cock twitching as it finishes releasing.

When he's done, he stays there for a moment before carefully pulling out, his cum dripping onto the bed, and the tip of his cock so sensitive he has to rush to pull the end out so it doesn't hurt.

Dave doesn't even care anymore about being shy with you, he pulls you onto him and snuggles onto your hair, taking deep breaths.

"That was amazing...I can't believe you let me do that..." He whispers into your hair, he could almost cry from how emotional and raw he feels right now, but he holds it back as best he can, not wanting to cry during sex even though you wouldn't have held it against him anyways.

He holds you for a long time, and during that time you can't even speak, the afterglow of your breath and sweaty bodies speaking for itself. You never wanted to let Dave in, and now here you are, full of his cum and sore from his cock, while you lay naked in his bed, cuddling. You end up blocking out any negative thoughts, and realize that it was so worth it. You move and snuggle into his neck, petting his chest, and musing lightly into his skin.

"I'm glad I came over, Dave..." You end up saying, because that's how you feel about all of this. Dave pets your hair and laughs lightly.

"I'm glad you came over too..."

There's no way that history project is getting done tonight.

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kaleldobrev · 11 months

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I Dream of You

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: Dean dreams of a life with you, but do you?

Word Count: 1.7k

Warings: Couple Curses (4x), Mutual Pining, Fluff

Authors Note: I don’t know why, but I love writing some vulnerable fluffy Dean so much | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

Dean rarely remembered his dreams if they weren’t some kind of nightmare; they were usually the most vivid, most reoccurring. On occasion though, he would get a dream that wasn’t full of bloodshed, loss, and torture. Those were his favorites, because they involved you and him having a life together; something he knew he’d never have.

His favorite dream involved you sitting in a rocking chair on the porch, a glass of iced tea sitting on the table next to you. You were reading one of those mystery novels you secretly loved, already half way done with the book even though you had just picked it up the night before. You were barefoot, and wearing one of his flannels – the color of it changed with every iteration of the dream. He was mowing the lawn, sweat dripping down his back and face, while you sat in the shade of the porch. He would catch you every so often peering over your book to watch him, quickly going back to looking at the pages when he caught you. When the two of you made extended eye contact you would mouth, “I love you” to him.

The dream was always too short, but it was enough for him. It was enough for him to want that: you, that life. But it was something he knew he’d never get. You were so close yet so far from this reach.

He woke up staring at the ceiling. The spot next to him was empty like it usually was, but sometimes he would dream of you sleeping there next to him. He had dreamed of waking up with his arms wrapped around you, kissing your shoulder, your neck, your cheek, your temple…your lips. “Good morning beautiful,” he would say to you, before you would smile and reply back, “Good morning handsome.” Dean clutched the sheets of his bed, wanting that moment to be real.

Getting up from his bed he made his way to the kitchen, not even bothering to look at the time. Whatever the time, he was up now, and knew he wouldn’t be getting back to bed anytime soon.

Walking into the kitchen he saw you. Your hair was unbrushed and in your pajamas; on your laptop sitting cross-legged on the chair. Your water bottle sitting next to you on the table. You looked up at him and smiled. “Hey Dean. Can’t sleep either uh?” You asked.

Dean shook his head. “I don’t even know what time it is.” He admitted.

You looked down at your laptop and looked back to him again. “2:33.”

“Fuck.” Dean replied.

You unscrewed your bottle and took a sip as Dean came to take a seat across from you. “Did you have a nightmare? Or is it just one of those sleepless nights?” You asked. You knew Dean was very prone to nightmares, and you hated that he had them so often. He would always look so tired the next day, drained. You were accustomed to nightmares as well; this life would do that to you. When you had first met him, Dean denied having nightmares, saying that there was nothing that kept him up at night. But over the years, he began to confide in you all the nasty details and you would just listen. Telling him to be as graphic as he needed to be. You didn’t want him to hold back, especially if it was going to make him feel better. You knew how rough this life and nightmares could get. Like Dean, you too had grown up in the life.

“Sleepless night.” He replied. You were happy that it wasn’t a nightmare for once. “I want to sleep but have a lot on my mind.” His thoughts were of you.

“What’s on your mind?” You asked. You always asked what was on his mind. You were his best friend after all.

“Just thinkin’ about what life would be like if I stopped hunting.” At first, he was going to lie to you, tell you he had been thinking about all the things he needed to get done, or wanted to get done. But he knew you’d see right through him; you knew his tells.

“Oh yeah?” You were intrigued. Having these conversations with Dean were some of your favorites to have because you felt like you got to know another side of him, a deeper more gentle side. On the outside he looked slightly intimidating, rugged. But deep down, in reality, he was one of the nerdiest men you had ever met in your life who just wanted someone to love him the same way he loved them. For as long as you had known him, you had feelings for him. The feelings changed over the years from lust to love. You knew Dean didn’t feel the same way about you, and you were okay with that. You were happy to at least have him as a friend.

When you weren’t having nightmares, you were dreaming of a life with Dean. Dreaming about doing mundane things that old married couples do. Going grocery shopping, shopping for a new TV for the living room, or cooking one of your moms’ recipes. Your favorite dream that you had was the two of you in the kitchen. Baking supplies were on the island in front of you: bowls, measuring cups, cake mix, eggs. You had a notebook out with a cake recipe that you had wanted to recreate for a while but never got the chance to. You had started adding ingredients to the bowl when Dean would wrap his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Badass hunter turned baker who knew?” Dean would say to you before leaning in and giving you a kiss on the lips. The kiss was where it always ended; but that was all you needed. The dream was short, but it was one you cherished and never wanted to let go of. You knew you’d never get a life with Dean; he was so close yet so far from your reach.

“It’s just little things you know? Mowing the lawn, drinking a beer on the porch, watching a Jayhawks game on the TV.” He grinned for a moment. It’s just little things you know? Mowing the lawn with you watching me, you and I drinking a couple of beers on the porch, watching a Jayhawks game on the couch together. Is what he really wanted to say. All his plans involved having a life with you.

“Are you by yourself in these or…are you with someone?” You asked, a little afraid of the answer. You didn’t want to pry too much, but you were curious.

Dean thought about your question, unsure if he was willing to reveal the truth to you or not. You had been in his life for years, always being by his side no matter what he said or did. You were there when he had the Mark: being one of the only people to calm him down, you were there when he was a demon: being a somewhat willing prisoner when he took you away from the Bunker, you were there when he came back from being gone for months while he was possessed by Michael: being the only person he would talk to about it, not even Sam. He trusted you, more than anyone. Needed you more than anyone. He didn’t want to lose you. But he needed to be honest, maybe he could spin it to being friends if you had rejected him. “I’m with you.”

You felt your breath catch, your heart started beating fast. Tears started to well up in your eyes. You had no idea why you were emotional. “Really?” You couldn’t help but give him a soft smile.

“Really.” He looked at your face, trying to find some indication that you had felt the same way. He didn’t know if the smile or tears in your eyes were a good or bad thing. “Don’t cry Sweetheart.” He said, taking his thumb and wiping away a rogue tear that fell to your cheek.

“I’m just…I dream about that too actually.” If he was being honest, you might as well be honest too.

“Really?” Your comment took him by surprise. He had no idea that you had similar feelings. But it had made him feel better knowing.

You nodded. “Yeah. I uh, dream about the two of us doing mundane things together. Like going grocery shopping or watching some shitty horror movie on TV while we have Chinese take-out.”

“Like an old married couple?” Dean asked, slightly grinning. He had liked the sound of that: being an old married couple with you. His response made you laugh a little, being an old married couple were your exact words.

“Yeah, like an old married couple.” You replied.

“I have this, dream sometimes. You’re, you’re sitting on the porch reading one of those mystery novels you like, and I’m just mowing the lawn.” He paused for a moment, picturing the dream in his mind. “Sometimes, I would catch you peering from your book to look at me. And, one of those times, the two of us would lock eyes with each other and…”

“And what?”

“You’d…You’d mouth…Fuck.” He didn’t want to say it.

You gave him a confused look. “I’d mouth fuck?” That is not what you thought his dream would come to at all. You had thought that it would be more romantic than that.

Dean shook his head. “No, no. I. If I say it, there’s no going back.”

“No going back? Dean.” You rested your hand on top of his. “If you tell me, I’ll tell you.” You had a feeling about what his next words were going to be, why he seemed so afraid to say them. Three little words that would drastically change the relationship between the two of you.

Taking a deep breath Dean looked at you. “You’d mouth, I love you.” A part of him regretted saying it to you. But another part of him needed to say it to you. These feelings of wanting you, dreaming of being with you had plagued him for years.

A smile formed on your lips. “Do you ever say it back to me?”

He nodded. “Always.”

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dustofthedailylife · 1 year

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"A Dream Of You"

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Summary: Dreams were something the citizens of Sumeru didn't know for a long time. Alhaitham was one of the ones who has never experienced dreams either. So when he experiences it for the first time he is conflicted. Because he dreams of you.

Pairings: Alhaitham x (gn!) Reader

Tags: fluff, pining, a bit suggestive but SFW, minor Sumeru Archon quest spoilers, Alhaitham is whipped for you and doesn't want to admit it

A/N: Whoops, well this was meant to be a short brainrot, now it turned into an entire one-shot/drabble. Either way, hope you enjoy ♡

As soon as the Akasha no longer functioned many people in Sumeru experienced dreams for the first time in their entire life.

Magical and beautiful imagery comes to life through the synapses of our brains; telling us entertaining, romantic, disturbing, frightening, or sometimes bizarre tales. They feel so magical one could be inclined to mistake them for reality as they often seem to portray exactly what our hearts yearn for.

Alhaitham is no stranger to the concept. He knows about dreams. He has read about them a plethora of times in books and manuscripts before. But they were no more than that - tales. Records of people who've experienced them firsthand before.

He finds the concept intriguing but given the fact that he and everyone else in Sumeru were unable to dream before, he hardly wasted any time thinking or researching about them. Maybe he was too rational for it as well. He's not the type of person who has his head up in the clouds all day. He prefers living in the present and dealing with matters he actually needs to deal with instead of ones he doesn't.

At least that is what he thought before he dreamt for the first time.

And he dreamt of you. Of your warm lips molding against his, your hands tangled in his hair and roaming across his body, bodies pressed flush against each other. His arm around your waist, your mouths waging a passionate war of shared breaths and tasting every inch of skin. Both of you; lost in the moment, love blooming deep within the core of your hearts and taking root.

And then he wakes up.

A thin sheen of sweat covers his forehead. His skin feels damp. The sound of his own heart resonates loudly inside his ears and it feels like his head is swimming.

Still drowsy and next to himself he sits up in his bed and cards through his gray locks. He doesn't know what happened and has no rational explanation for it at first. Until it occurs to him that this must have been one of those dreams he read about.

Just why had it been you who appeared in it?

He knows you from the Akademiya. He sometimes sees you in the library or walking down the halls of his Darshan. He has never actively sought out conversations with you though. He kept a safe distance, only throwing glances at you from time to time. Noticing the way your lips curve when you smile, the sound of your voice smooth like silken sheets. He doesn't know why he has grown so addicted to your imagery but decided to stay away for his own sake, as the feelings in his chest when he was near you were beyond any rational explanation.

He brushes it off as his mind playing tricks on him and that there are no possible rational explanations for dreams and the feelings they invoke.

But this wasn't the last dream he had of you.

Every night his mind shows him the same imagery of you, pinned underneath him, your head resting on the plush pillows on his bed, his hands caressing every inch of your skin, tongues in a fervent battle with each other.

It felt so real. The yearning in his chest grows bigger with every dream about you up to the point he actively starts to avoid you when he sees you during the day. He longs to go to sleep every night, secretly hoping he gets to see you again, feel you again. And every time he wakes up again, asking himself if what he experiences is normal. But he had no one he could seek out for help and he doesn't want to talk about it with anyone either. Is something wrong with him?

He tends to the only resource he trusts - books. Turning the entire library upside down for literature about dreams, reading into symbolicism, causes, literally any rational explanation for what is happening to him.

Why does his heart beat faster around you outside of his dreams now too? Had it always been this way? Could dreams possibly make him fall for someone? Impossible, what he sees at night was just a figment of his imagination, something his subconscious made up, it wasn't real. So, why?

He reads through book after book and discards each one - seemingly unsatisfied with what they explain. It was impossible. It doesn't make any sense to him. He would never be so irrational about something, would he?

"[...] There are several theories on why humans dream but no one knows for sure. Some researchers consider them a form of psychotherapy, others see them as a mere interpretation of signals from the body during sleep and some say they serve no purpose at all.

The general scientific consensus in recent years is that they represent our deepest unconscious wishes and desires and help us process them. [...]" *scribbled through in frustration* Madness! I do not desire this... do, I?

- An excerpt from: "Why we dream - a scientific research into the depth of our minds."

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hellfirexclub · 2 years

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Eternally

a/n: Omg so I'm really excited for this fic and ac loved writing it, I've been too obsessed with Aemond since hotd came out to not write about him. This is the first non ST things on my blog so sorry to the people that only follow me for that but I hope you like this either way!

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader.

warnings: 18+, smut, mutual pining, missionary, oral (m giving), creampie, choking, fingering, breeding kink if u squint.

Summary: You are a handmaiden to Queen Helaena that Aemond is secretly in love with. Little does he know you feel the exact same way about him. Shameless smut! Technically a one shot but I left it open bc I always do oops.

Aemond had never been a man to care about such trivial things as romance. Once he did, back when he was a child and he was filled with innocence about what his life would become, but he’d never admit that to himself now. When Aegon and Helaena were betrothed Aemond wished that his mother would also find a wife for him, someone he could love truly and dedicate himself to. Then came the night that changed the trajectory of his life, the night he lost his eye. While before he’d imagined that maybe one day a woman would love him, after the accident he became bitter and disgusted by his own appearance, convinced that no one would ever want him now. This was only reinforced by the memory of the maester’s hushed voice in his chambers after the accident, saying to his mother that his face was ruined for marriage now as he pretended to sleep. He sees the way the girls in court sneer at his eyepatch or the fear that some of them look at him with. Whatever they felt, it was never kind towards him. So he dove into his studies and into training to fight, telling himself and everyone around him that he didn’t care about any other trivialities. And he was true to this for a very long while, until he met you. Aemond didn’t care for any of the servants, they were below him and so why should he bother to even acknowledge them? How he could be so wrong. He vividly remembers the first time he ever saw you, about a month before his siblings were to have their first child. Alicent had arranged for a new handmaiden for Helaena specifically to help look after her children, and you had gratefully accepted the job. That same evening you’d arrived you were made to help the heavily pregnant princess to the dinner table with her family, and when Aemond saw you walk in beside his sister he almost dropped his cup of wine. Your beauty was absolutely mesmerising, unlike any other woman he’d lain eyes on before, even with your hair unkempt and the serving girl’s robes adorning your body. How could such a divine creature be a lowborn servant, he thought, you looked as though you belonged in a gown with jewels. He didn’t take his eye off you the entire night, studying the way your body moved and the delicate features of your face, your nerves very apparent on it. You’d kept your head down most of the night, not looking at anyone besides his sister out of respect, but there came a moment when you accidentally looked up and directly met Aemond’s eye. You didn’t grimace nor sneer at his features, you looked into his eye boldly and without fear, a small, kind smile playing on your lips before you remember yourself and look back down to your hands. And if Aemond thought he was hooked on you before, now he was obsessed. No woman had looked at him like that since he lost his eye, hell he doesn’t remember a woman looking at him so kindly even before he lost it. His heart beat heavy in his chest, a longing filling his body that makes him down the rest of his cup of wine and slam it back down in asks for another. Much to his dismay he noticed that his brother was also taken by the sight of you, his drunken eyes roaming your body greedily, and that filled Aemond with a hatred and unease. He swore to himself that night that he wouldn’t let you end up like all the other handmaidens in the castle, fucked like a whore by Aegon and then dumped as though you’re nothing.

Helaena became fond of you very quickly and didn’t care that you were just a servant to her house. She trusted you and took solace in your company considering so few would ever care to listen to her ramblings. You would sit beside her bed and listen to her dreams happily, even sharing your thoughts and ideas on them with her. You listened to her genuinely and cared for her, and to her that makes you a true friend no matter your status. Aemond too noticed the way you cared for his sister and in his eyes it only made you more perfect. Such a kind and beautiful soul. Aemond’s affections for you only grew as the years passed and he found himself in his sisters company more often just so he could spend time with you as well. It also meant he could keep his brothers prying hands away from you, as Aegon had made it clear with his looks that he was interested in you. It was his actions this very evening that started everything, when he dared to touch you whilst you poured some wine for his wife, his hand discreetly slipping from your lower back to your ass, but of course Aemond had noticed. You looked extremely uncomfortable and it made Aemond want to leap across the table and take his brothers head then and there. You quickly scurried away when you were dismissed, and after everyone had left the table Aemond sought out his brother for a private ‘chat.’ He ambushed Aegon in a dark corridor as he walked to his chambers, slamming his brother forcefully into the wall and holding his blade to his throat.

“If you try and touch y/n again you will find this dagger cutting through your neck, brother.” Aemond snarls, eyes hardened as he keeps his face inches from his older brothers.

At first Aegon was taken back by his younger brother’s uncharacteristic outburst of emotion, he’d never given a fuck about his activities before. But as he looks into the burning eye of his brother, it becomes very clear why he was actually intervening with his behaviour this time.

“Ah I see how it is, brother.” Aegon tells him, a smirk playing on his lips as Aemond’s jaw tightens. His eyes twinkle with twisted delight at the telling face of his brother, snickering as Aemond pushes him harder against the wall, rock scratching against his back despite the layer between them.

“Swear to me you’ll leave her alone.” Aemond pushes, wanting conviction that his brother will do as he asks.

“It’s very presumptuous of you to make demands of a King,” Aegon spits back, chest pushing up against Aemond’s as he tries to shove his brother away. Aemond’s grip is strong and he keeps Aegon against the wall, the dagger pressing against his neck in their motions and spilling a small drop of blood. Aegon grimaces before sighing sourly and looking into his brother’s eye. “I’ll leave your little bitch alone.” He spits, his hand coming up to rub his neck when his brother releases him and steps back. Aemond glares at him a moment more before striding away, leaving his brother to stew in his anger. He makes his way straight to Helaena’s chambers, hoping to find you there.

Aemond nods to the guard as he arrives, pushing the heavy doors open and gracefully shutting them behind him. As he’d hoped you were here with his sister, folding her towels as she spoke to you.

“Hello dearest brother,” Helaena calls out to him softly. “Where did you go to with such haste after dinner?” She asks curiously, remembering watching him thunder down the hall as she’d gone to retire to bed.

“Just some business I had to attend to. It’s dealt with now” He says briskly, his eye on you as you smile sweetly at him.

“I see,” She replies simply, a small smile on her lips as she turns back to you. “Is my bath drawn y/n?” She asks you, placing one of her soft hands on your shoulder.

“Yes my Lady, shall I escort you in?” You ask her politely. Helaena only raises her palm at you with a kind smile.

“That’s alright thank you, I shall see myself in,” She says, eyes twinkling as she nods at you and then her brother before making way towards her bathroom, muttering quietly as she left. “Fealty’s sworn cannot be unbroken, no matter how tightly bound the string of fate.” Once Helaena had shut the doors behind her Aemond approached you, trying to choose his next words carefully.

“I wanted to see to it personally that you were alright after dinner today” He tells you, as you look up at him with round eyes. He doesn’t specify what he means but you know instantly what he’s talking about, and your heart warms that he’d even taken notice.

“That’s very kind of you my Prince but I am just fine.” You respond with an appreciative smile, though Aemond knows you only feel obliged to say that to him. You were always so prim and proper, not wanting to get into trouble by saying the wrong thing.

“Whatever the case, I had a word with my brother and I believe he will be leaving you alone from now” He says assuringly, a softness in his uncovered eye as it looks sincerely into yours. Your eyes light up at his words, taken aback that the Prince himself would have taken such action for you, and against his King brother no less.

“Thank you Aemond,” You say softly. “My Prince.” You quickly add with a low bow, not allowing yourself to address him with such informality just because you could barely think over your heart beating so loudly in your chest. The Prince’s own heart softens at you using his name informally even if just for a moment. It sounded like a choir of angels to him, and you both smiled at each other dreamily until you were pulled from this moment by the shrill calls of your name from another maid. You curtesy respectfully towards Aemond, nodding at him before you scurry out of the room to see what was needed of you now. Aemond’s heart aches as he watches you go, your thin gown and long hair flowing angelically behind you. It’s not right, he thinks, that you aren’t sworn to him so that no cunt could ever call you away from his presence. If he took you as his wife he would never let a moment go by that you weren’t by his side. He sighs heavily at this impossible desire, mouth pinched as he curses the circumstances. He had half a mind to go to his mother now and demand she let him marry you, threaten to abscond if she didn’t allow it, hell he’d put a knife to her throat too if it meant securing you. But Aemond was too clever for such approaches, not to mention there was nothing he could say to ever get someone to agree to this. He was a Prince, who was due to marry whomever his family saw fit to secure alliances for their cause. Under no circumstance ever could he be allowed to actually marry you, unless the two of you really did run away. Aemond wonders if that would be so bad. His idiot brother got to sit the Iron throne as King despite Aemond being the better fit, simply because of the circumstance of their ages. It seems royal life would never be fair to him, so why should he wait around for them all to decide his life for him? Aemond makes his way back to his own chambers, needing some time to himself with his thoughts. He oft liked to read, take his mind away from the bustle of life at King’s landing, particularly now they were on the verge of war. But tonight his mind just would not calm, thoughts of you plaguing him until he forced himself up from his table with a sigh. He opened his door a crack, making his guard jump as he stood to attention to listen to Aemond’s demands.

“Will you send for y/n, Sir Derric? With urgency.” Aemond asks his guard, looking at him intently with his one cold eye.

“Would you not prefer I call for your own handmaiden my Prince?” The Knight asks hesitantly, instantly regretting his words when he sees the venomous anger that takes over the boy’s features.

“If I did, I’d have asked for that, wouldn’t I? But instead you think to question the demands of a Prince.” Aemond says dangerously, knowing this will scare the man to do as he asks with no further questions.

“I’ll go find her right away my Prince.” Sir Derric responds quickly, bowing apologetically to his Prince before running off swiftly. Aemond smirks to himself as he strides back to his bed to await your arrival. Only a few minutes pass until he hears voices outside of his door, Sir Derric swinging it open to announce your arrival. You looked happy, but a little bit surprised that Aemond had asked for you specifically to come. You bow to him as you enter before standing up straight and smiling widely at him, your eyes twinkling with joy as you await Aemond’s words.

“Sorry to have asked you here so late, my own handmaiden appears to be otherwise occupied” Aemond lies, circling his bed to stand before you.

“It’s no bother at all, I’m always happy to serve you my Prince.” You respond with a sweet smile. Aemond swallows at your choice of words, wishing he could ask you to serve him as he truly wanted.

“Would you mind helping me undress?” Aemond asks, raising his arms expectantly. His words instantly make heat rise to your neck, your heart beating faster as you oblige and approach the taller man.

“Of course.” You respond softly, reaching up his broad chest to unbuckle the clasps on his tunic. It occurs to you as his hot breath fans over your face that you’ve never been this close to the Prince before, and you can feel your heart pounding loudly in your chest as your hands move across his chest to pull the tunic from his body. You can feel his eye on you as you continue with his undershirt, watching the way your breath catches when you slip it over his head and your hands graze his bare chest. He hums in amusement, a low grunt of a sound that makes your knees weak. You avoid Aemond’s heated gaze, sure that if you met it you wouldn’t be able to hide how you felt any longer. You quickly replace his top with a loose, white bedshirt, exhaling through your nose as run your hands over his chest, smoothing the clothing into place. Finally you knelt before him to take off his boots, as Aemond usually just wore his day breeches to bed, removing them delicately as his eye burns to memory the sight of you on your knees before him.

“Thank you.” Aemond speaks to you, daring you to meet his gaze. He knows you wouldn’t risk the disrespect of not doing so, and he needs to see if your eyes burn for him the ways his do for you. You raise your head to meet his eye and it studies your face, noting the hazy look on your features and the indent in your lip from where you’d been biting into it. Was this his doing?

“It’s my pleasure Aemond.” You say, more breathlessly than you’d have liked, standing to attention and curtseying slightly to the taller male. Aemond’s heart rate picks up more at your response, wondering if that slip of his name was because he’d had an effect on you. Stubborn as always Aemond bitterly shakes the notion out of his head, having forgotten himself and the fact that no woman could love the beast he is. His chest tightens as he looks over at you, now bent over and retrieving his worn clothes into a woven basket. Such divinity could never want his touch. Aemond climbs into bed with a sigh, still watching you fondly as you scuttle about his room.

“Would you fetch me the book on my table?” He calls out to you. You quickly oblige and hand the book to the Prince, standing patiently at his bedside as he flicks it open, intent on finding the page he was last on.

“Do you want me to remove your eyepatch as well before I go, my Prince?” You ask him politely, your brows raising slightly when you see his eye widen at you in shock. It was a simple question, but it had taken Aemond aback because he’d never been asked it before. He’d never encountered someone who wasn’t scared to see the scar that lay beneath it.

“I-uh. That won’t be necessary.” He responds, heart thumping in his chest at the stutter he’d let out. Aemond didn’t often like to show such vulnerability, but it feels like you just draw it out of him.

“Surely it’s not comfortable to sleep with my Prince?” You continue, genuine concern for him in your voice.

“I don’t sleep in it,” He answers with an amused chuckle. “I just usually take it off myself, as other people tend to find the sight too frightening.” He says, his words laced with solemn. Your heart aches to hear this, angry at everyone that had contributed to him feeling this way.

“Well I’m not frightened.” You say firmly, shocking both yourself and Aemond, your eyes soft as you smile at the boy. Aemond’s heart races at your boldness, at the unwavering gaze you held on him. He could see nothing but sincerity in your eyes.

“Are you sure, little one?” He asks teasingly, breath bated as you nod with certainty back at him. With that he motions towards his eye, giving you his permission to take it off of him. You slowly raise your hands to his gorgeous face, your own face dangerously close to his as you carefully pull the eyepatch from his head. Aemond holds his breath as your eyes fall upon his, your mouth opening in awe as you catch sight of the glistening blue jewel that lies in place of his lost eye.

“Beautiful,” You whisper softly as you inspect the gem, making Aemond’s heart leap from his chest. “May I…?” You begin to ask, but trail off nervously when you realise that you may be overstepping. But Aemond quickly nods at you, too touch starved to care if he seemed desperate. He lets out a breathy sigh when your delicate finger meets his scar, his chest filling with nervous warmth as you softly trace the detail on his cheek. Aemond melts into your touch, too long starved of any affection like this, shivering in pleasure as your finger gently runs over his Sapphire. Aemond decides as you stare at his face in awe that he doesn’t care about formality anymore, about what to say and what not to. Certainly not that you’re just a servant girl. Right now all that existed to him was you before him, seeing him as he is and calling him… beautiful.

“Do you mean that?” Aemond asks, voice strained as his eye burns into yours for an answer. You shyly bite your lip, afraid of saying too much and getting yourself in trouble. But this position you were already in with the Prince had crossed boundaries, fuck if you didn’t just tell him the truth.

“If I may be so bold, my Prince, I think you’re a very handsome man, and no scar could ever detract from that.” You reply softly, eyes burning with pure desire for the man in front of you. This was all Aemond needed to hear for his heart to skip a beat, his cheeks flushing as you continue to gently stroke his cheek with your thumb. You thought, despite what others think of him, despite what he’s told himself for the last 10 years of his life, that he was handsome. Aemond feels a rush of confidence from your words, heart racing wildly as he raises a hand to cup your cheek, making your eyes widen in surprise. Your own heart begins to beat faster as Aemond stares at your lips silently, panting as he slowly closes the gap between your faces, unable to hold himself back any longer. Aemond pulls you into a desperate, hungry kiss and finally everything felt right in the world, your soft lips lighting a fire in his stomach. Aemond groans into your mouth as you kiss him back just as hungrily, gasping when he grabs your hips and pulls you onto his lap in the bed. You moan against his lips as you feel his length in his loose breeches, already hard and straining against you, subconsciously beginning to grind against him. Aemond hisses, throwing his head back in pure pleasure as he feels your warm pussy rub against him through the thin fabric, his hands finding your ass and grabbing roughly to pull you flush against him.

“My Gods, you don’t understand how long I’ve wanted you like this,” Aemond growls out as he grinds you against him harder, obsessed with the soft mewls you let out and the way you shake on top of him from how good he made you feel. “How badly I’ve needed you since I first fucking saw you, all those years ago.” He grunts softly, his lips finding your neck making you whine and rock against him as he presses his teasing kisses down your throat. When Aemond reaches your cleavage he looks into your eyes for permission, smirking at how much of a mess you already seem to be for him before pulling your flimsy dress down and exposing your perfect tits to him. Aemond lets out a strained moan at the sight, cupping the soft expanse of them gently and drawing some soft mewls out of you. “You’re more beautiful than I could ever have imagined.” Aemond mutters, more to himself than you as his wild eye roams your uncovered breasts. Heat rises to your cheeks, and arousal to your belly as Aemond teases your nipples with his fingers and tongue. Before you can even think Aemond is flipping you onto your back, clambering on top of you hungrily as you gasp and pant beneath him.

“Shh my darling, you don’t want anyone to hear us, do you?” Aemond teases breathily into your ear, making you shiver against him.

“No my Prince.” You whisper shyly to him, swallowing hard as you try and contain your moans.

“Please, just call me Aemond.” He breathes, longing in his voice as his hands slip up your skirt, caressing your bare thighs desperately. He waits for a moment before he moves his hands any further, raising a brow at you to ask if it’s alright with you for him to continue. You chuckle at this, heart warming that he would still ask despite seeing how desperate you clearly are for him.

“Aemond, you can do whatever you want with me. I’m yours, completely.” You tell him sincerely, biting your lip as the boy only moans loudly in response. To hear you say you are his is the final straw, that takes Aemond last strand of sanity. He ravenously pushes the skirt of your dress up, breath catching his throat as he lays eye upon your wet cunt.

“Fuck, you’re dripping wet.” Aemond growls, jaw clenching tightly from the progressive primal desire he had to pin you down and fuck you senseless. Your body just responded so perfectly to him and looked so perfect beneath him, Aemond knows this is all he’ll ever want the rest of his life.

Your head falls back into his pillow as he lowers himself between your legs and buries his face into your cunt, dying to know what you taste like.

“So fucking sweet. Like the nectar of the Gods.” Aemond moans earnestly, the vibrations against your cunt making your toes curl. He eats you like he hasn’t had a meal in weeks, his nose pressing against your clit in a way that makes you see stars. Without warning he gently slides a finger up your wet slit, teasing your clit with his tongue and relishing in the breathy moans you let out. He growls as he tries to press a finger into you and feels the tightness of your cunt wrapping around it. You’re going to feel like a vice grip around his cock. He slowly fucks you with his finger, intent on stretching you out at least a little bit for his cock as the last thing he’d want to do is hurt you.

“Please Aemond.” You whine out, frustrated and hips bucking into his face. He looks up at you, that gorgeous angular face looking angelic between your legs, smirking as he licks your wetness off his lips.

“What is it my love?” Aemond coo’s out to you teasingly, eyes narrowed with lust as he watches your chest rise and fall with your heavy breaths.

“Please, I need you to fuck me.” You beg him, unable to take his teasing any longer. Aemond chokes out a growl, feral hearing you beg him to fuck you. He quickly pulls off his bedshirt and breeches, his sizeable cock slapping his stomach and making your mouth drop open in shock.

“What? Never seen a dick this big darling?” Aemond ask you with a smirk, eyes dark as he pins your arms harshly above your head and slides his cock against your dripping entrance. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure it fits.” He groans, eyes rolling back as he feels your wet heat against the tip of his cock. He pushes himself into you, white hot pleasure erupting in his belly as he feels your velvet walls clenching around him. You whimper at the stretch of his big cock and Aemond strokes your hair to sooth you, shushing you gently. “You’re taking me so well.” Aemond coos, voice strained as he wills himself to go slowly for you. He groans as he bottoms out in you, legs shaking from the way your cunt pulses around him. Your legs wrap around his middle tighter and Aemond takes that to mean that you’re ready for more, not wasting a second before starting to thrust into you slowly. Aemond had only had sex once before but he doesn’t remember that feeling anywhere near as good as you do right now, soaking his cock and clenching tightly around him as you are. His hair falls into his face as his pace picks up, unable to keep himself from seeking more of your warmth, his silver hair forming a halo around his gorgeous face. He marvels at your cunt taking all of him, dick twitching as he watches it slip in and out of your slick.

“Harder Aemond.” You moan loudly, earning a guttural grunt from the man above you who’s hips instantly start snapping faster into yours. Aemond growls as he pounds you harder, loving the fucked out expression on your face as he ruins you. Lost in his pleasure he wraps a hand around your throat, earning a breathy whine from you, squeezing it gently as he stuffs you full of him.

“Fuck you like that? I felt your cunt clench around me,” He groans, eyes darkening as you nod and moan when he squeezes your neck even harder. “Ask and you shall receive.” Aemond fucks you punishingly hard, groaning with each thrust into your tight heat, feeling himself get closer to his edge. His thrusts are frantic, balls slapping against your pussy and covered in your slick, and he has to raise a hand to cover your mouth for how loudly you were moaning.

“I’m getting close.” He grunts out hoarsely, panting heavily as he pushes some sweat leaden hair out of his face. He knows he should pull out, it occurs to him as he feels his orgasm about to envelope him, but your cunt felt like it was just drawing him in deeper, begging to be filled up by him.

“I’m going to fuck my bastard into this perfect cunt,” Aemond snarls, eyes rolling back in his head as you tighten even more at his words.

“Yes! Please fill me up Aemond!” You beg out, practically sobbing with pleasure as Aemond loses his last grip on sanity and pounds you into his mattress, grunting loudly as his seed spills into.

“Oh fuck,” Aemond whines softly, pushing himself further into you as your tightness milks every last drop of cum out of his cock. “You’re mine.” He says breathlessly, pressing his forehead against yours as he pulls out and engulfs you in his arms, hugging you flush against his naked body. You smile gently up at him, out of breath and legs numb.

“Eternally, my Prince.” You respond in a soft whisper, humming contently when Aemond pulls you into a passionate kiss. When you both part his thumb rubs your bottom lip, eye studying every inch of your gorgeous, blissed out face.

“You look divine.” He says, awe in his voice as reality sets in that he really, truly just got to fuck the love of his life. And then more clarity comes, in the fact that now he certainly couldn’t live without you. He needs you in his life, as his wife, to love and to cherish for the rest of his days. He couldn’t stand to let you continue to serve, to watch from the sidelines as his brother and any lord at the table fawns at you. No, you were his now, eternally. Aemond chest tightens as he holds you closer, conflicted by what he should do next. But for now, as you cuddle against his chest, all Aemond wants to do is stroke your hair and enjoy this moment with you. What will come after is for him to fret about another day.

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Title: Photos

Synopsis: In which Gojo doesn't get a reply from you in 6 hours, only to find out that you're sick and takes care of you.

Character: Gojo Satoru x reader

Series: Let's Meet in the Spring (SaShiSu x reader)

Notes: Pure fluff, very domestic and soft Gojo, some pining & unrequited love, cute moments, cursing and light suggestive themes. He calls you 'sweets'.

AU where Geto didn't defect, Geto & Shoko makes an apperance.

Gojo Satoru loves taking photos. Anything that suits his fancy, or whatever he finds interesting, cute or fun, he'll take a photo of. Due to this, he has thousands, if not millions, of photos stored in his phone, and by extension, also online storage in case his phone storage becomes full, as well as a hard drive collection sitting prettily in his home.

Even though he has a number of photos and is more than happy to share, he'll never ever tell a soul about his collection of photos of you. At least not seriously.

You're one of his favourites to take photos of, the others being either Geto & Shoko, or his students that he teaches now. That's a lie, you're his favourite to take photos of but he'll never admit it, even though everyone has already seen him take photos of you whenever and wherever.

This bitch is whipped.

The number of photos of you was just as much as you would expect, and made up over 40% of the photos he took. A lot of photos were actually just you, be it something he secretly took or one where he said something and you were reacting.

He thought you were the cutest, and wanted to immortalise that in the form of photos. If anything, when he looked back on the ones he took, he would grin and relive each moment.

Gojo once counted them and nearly laughed at himself for taking so many photos of you, remembering back to his days in high school when he would hang out with Geto, Shoko and you and take many photos to commemorate each and every little thing. These days, he took photos of you whenever he saw you, sometimes even sending them over to you as a way to get your attention.

So, when he didn't get a response from you for a whole day, he visited your house after teaching his students, wondering if you were sick. It wasn't normal for you to ignore his texts or calls, especially since you knew how persistent he was in getting a response from you. He'd waited a maximum of 6 hours before he came to find you.

Geez, Gojo needs to calm the fuck down.

Using the spare key you got him in case of emergencies, he let himself into your apartment, wondering why all the lights were out. Were you not home?

Humming lightly to himself, he made a beeline to your bedroom where he did a light knock out of politeness, before just going in after 5 seconds of not getting a reply.

He once caught you changing and you threw a shoe at him because he didn't knock.

When he saw you, you were still in bed, breathing laboured and showing signs of a fever. Gojo stood at the door for a moment, before leaving and taking his shoes off at the entrance, coming back to the bedroom and going into the bathroom to prepare a few things.

Now, Gojo Satoru wasn't good at treating the ill, but he was aware of how it worked, and took care of Megumi & Tsumiki since they were younger. So, taking care of an adult was probably easier, especially one where he was close friends with and has been since over 10 years ago.

When he came back with a cold wet towel and some medicine, he placed the medicine by your bedside table and proceeded to put the towel on your forehead. It was then that he noticed you were hugging a large whale plush toy, specifically the one he had won for you a long time ago.

His heart nearly jumped out in joy right then and there from how cute you were, so much so that he wanted to take a few photos to commemorate the occasion, in which he promised he would after getting you some water and food.

He grinned to himself, feeling his chest warm at how you were treasuring his gifts, and he couldn't help but feel giddy.

He got some water and heated up some congee you had seemed to make the day prior, almost as if you knew you would get sick. Bringing them into the room, he opened your curtain slightly so there was some light in the room, opening the window so that there would be some fresh air.

That's when he took some photos of your sleeping form from different angles, and once you started stirring from the light, he came over and shook you awake, taking a video of the whole interaction.

You weren't in your right mind when you opened your eyes, so when you saw a phone in front of you and Satoru's face with his blindfold behind it, you nearly slapped the phone out of his hand, groaning at his antics yet again.

Gojo was lucky that he knew what you were going to do, quickly moving the phone away as he continued the video.

"I'll take care of you!" He promised, sitting by the side of your bed. He stopped the video and put his phone away when you gave him a funny look, one that just made him laugh. He did tone down his volume as he said a couple of other things about medicine and food, placing his large hand on your forehead.

It was cooling to you, and you let out a light sigh at the feeling, relaxing your shoulders.

"Sweaty." He chuckled when you weakly hit his arm, not having enough energy to move. "Let's get some food in you. Can you sit up?" His voice was soft.

You mumbled something under your breath, and once you stopped hugging your favourite plush toy, you pushed yourself up into a sitting position.

Gojo grabbed the tray he prepared and placed it on his lap, absolutely having no intention of giving it to you to eat yourself. He was going to feed you, whether or not you liked it.

"It's the congee you made yesterday." Satoru mixed it before bringing a spoon to his lips, blowing on it to make sure it's not too hot for you.

You wondered if you were dreaming, since Satoru was here taking care of you. You only remember him taking care of Megumi & Tsumiki, but you didn't even know if he was the one nursing them back to health.

You couldn't recall the last time you were sick, but you could also remember someone taking care of you then, but you had no idea who. It was probably after you had first learned how to use your cursed energy after your output channels were released.

"Say, 'ahh'," Gojo brought the spoon to your lips, prompting you to open it and take in the soup as you lost your mind in your hazy and half coherent thoughts. "Perfect temperature, right?"

You nodded absentmindedly, staring at him as you waited for the next one, not even realising you were doing it. He could only smile at your expecting expression and continued doing what he was doing.

"What's on your mind, sweets?" He asked, getting the last part of the congee. He brought it to your lips, pushing the spoon gently against the plush of your bottom lip to get you to open up.

Oh, how he wanted to kiss them.

You didn't even flinch at the nickname. Normally Satoru called you by a variety of pet names, but 'sweets' was one he called you since you were young. It was cute, you had to admit, and you let a small smile grace your lips.

"Reminds me of someone else taking care of me before..." You close your eyes for a moment, trying to remember, but to no avail. You weren't able to bring back any other memories from that time.

Gojo looked at you for a moment, then laughed lightly as he put down the tray on the side. "You don't need to try so hard to remember."

You hummed in response, feeling your lids get droopy from the food. "Satoru, did you come from work?" You blink slowly at him, trying to fight off your sleep and hazy mind.

"Yeah, you didn't respond to me in 6 hours so I'm here." He took out his phone and added, "Didn't know you were sick though."

He quickly sent a message to Ijichi to let them know you were sick and if there were emergency missions that needed him, to get someone like Suguru or Shoko to help them recover.

"Sorry...was gonna let you know..."

"Well, I'm here now." Satoru grabbed the water and medicine, giving it to you, "Take this before going to sleep."

You obliged and allowed him to support you, before he's making you slide back down into bed. He even grabs your whale plushie and places your arms around it with a grin. He gave the plushie a pat on the head, then placed the cold towel on your forehead.

"Get some sleep, I'll be here." He lightly tapped your nose, and hearing you hum in response, he closes the curtain and goes out with the dishes.

Then, he does whatever he needs to do and allows you to rest.

Gojo is never one to do anything like housechores, normally getting someone else to fill in for him. For example, Ijichi to get his dry cleaning done for him, clean his house etc. It just falls onto someone else.

But, there were exceptions. For you, he would be willing to do the laundry and wash the dishes, heck, he'd be more than happy to cook you a full course meal if he could see you smile at him every day. He would even be happy to do them if it meant you were to stay next to him just a few minutes longer.

Finishing up the dishes, he sighed to himself, having a look at the photos he took not too long ago. It was cute, he had to admit, but this marks the rise of yet another album in his collection - one where you hugged the plushie he gave you.

God, how he wished that was him in your bed right now.

He shouldn't be taking pictures of sick people, but when it came to you he just couldn't not. He probably came off creepy to other people for having so many photos of you, or even mistaken as a lovey-dovey couple, but they didn't know that you two have known each other for ages, and was still close to this day. You didn't care too much as long as he kept it to himself and your other shared close friends.

He knew very well that you may not feel the same, but he was content in staying by your side, even though his fingers twitch with the want to hug you close and never let go, maybe pepper your face in kisses and make you whisper his name after your lips lock.

Gojo Satoru sighed, sinking down onto the couch as his imagination went a little astray. By taking some time out of his day, he could relax a bit. He was going to come over today anyway, but he just made it earlier since he didn't get a reply from you.

"Shoko, what do you cook for a person who's sick?" Gojo immediately asked the question when she picked up after the first ring, making her raise her brow on the other side.

"Is [name] sick?" She asked, immediately catching onto his intentions. When she heard a light hum from him, she sighed, "Make sure they get enough liquids. Make something light and easy to digest. Congee, or even soup noodles work. But not instant noodles in soup."

Gojo laughed at the last part, saluting to nobody in particular, "Yes ma'am! Thanks."

And then he got to work. He did a google search for whatever he needed, and set up a plan to make the food before you woke up. Since you only had congee, that's not enough to fuel your body back to normal. So, he was going to cook!

When he checked your fridge, he noticed you didn't have vegetables, so he needed to go buy some. Checking other areas like the bathroom and some of your items, he realised you were running out of stuff.

"Since I'm going out anyway, might as well buy some other stuff too." He murmured. He had a lot of things related to you memorised in his mind, such as which skincare you used, the stuff you normally had in your pantry, as well as a whole bunch of other stuff he has memory storage for.

His memory storage for you is unlimited, unlike his Limitless technique.

He paused for a moment, one thought in his head when he caught himself doing whatever he can for you while you're incapacitated.

Man, I'm down bad.

Gojo Satoru just sighs to himself as he heads to your room. He gently crouches down and places a hand on your cheek, rubbing his thumb in circles on the apple of your cheek, "Sweets, I'll be gone for just a moment to get some groceries and stuff. If you need me, just give me a text or call."

He watches as you stir for a moment, eyes slightly opening as you lean into his touch, unintentionally making his heart leap out of his chest at such an intimate gesture. You let out a groggy 'ok' before falling back to sleep, facing his palm.

Gojo reluctantly pulls his hand away, feeling his cheeks warm at the way you leaned into his hand. He let out a little exhale before leaving, wishing he had taken off his blindfold to see you more clearly.

When he's back, he stocks things up and makes the food, double checking on you to make sure you're still resting while he makes something with nutritional value. After all, he's able to do anything so why not cooking? At least when he tried it at home, it was edible and didn't taste bad.

Once he was finished, he plated it up and put two bowls at the table for both yourself and him.

Satoru headed into your room yet again, this time your face was shoved into the plushie, the towel on the ground. He wanted to laugh at the scene, and immediately took out his phone to take a photo. He'll probably show you later once you've fully regained your conscious state.

"[name], I've made food. C'mon, let's eat." Gojo sat by the side of your bed, leaning in and slowly pulling the plushie from your strong grip.

You let out a strangled groan, hugging it tighter to yourself, making the larger man chuckle.

"If you don't wake up, I'll carry you." He threaded his hands through your hair, gently giving it a scratch.

He didn't receive a response, so he bundled up the doona around your legs, sliding his arms under your neck and shoulders and under your legs, lifting you up with ease as you felt yourself weightless.

You didn't have much strength to fight what was going on and all you could do was look up at Satoru with squinted eyes, trying to adjust to the light as he brought you outside to your dining table.

"Awake now?" He grinned at you, leaning down to bump his forehead against yours.

You closed your eyes when he bumped your forehead, then rested your head against his shoulder, waiting for him to set you down after bringing you out with pretty much everything on top of your bed.

As he set you down, he plucked the plushie away from you, putting it in its own seat as he wrapped the blanket around you so it didn't fall.

You were a little better than before, but still feeling not 100%, so seeing the bowl of steaming soup noodles in front of you and him made you look up at him with a tilt of the head.

"I didn't know you could cook..."

"It's got all of my love for you in it." He grinned. He had to add a flirty remark since you didn't have much of a reaction, to help lighten up the atmosphere.

Except he wasn't just giving you a flirty remark, he really did try hard to make it taste and look good.

He gestured towards your bowl, "Have a try. Should be delicious."

You wanted to roll your eyes at his comments, but you couldn't deny that you were feeling grateful he'd made time out of his busy day to take care of you and make something. Taking a spoonful of the soup, you took a small sip, letting the taste engulf you. You took another sip, and had some of the noodles and vegetables, chewing slowly as you took in the flavours.

You expected a deeper flavour, but actually, it was the opposite, and was light but flavourful. You could tell he put a lot of effort into it and wanted to applaud his efforts.

"Yummy." Was the only word you said as you continued eating. You ate a lot slower compared to before due to your fever, but that didn't stop Satoru from watching you, quickly getting a photo after grinning to himself. "Why are you taking photos of me when I'm sick." It was more of a statement than a question, but you continued eating anyway.

Satoru put his phone face down on the table and started eating his, shrugging as he answered your question, "Just to add to my collection of photos of you."

You normally would've scoffed at his flirty comment, maybe even hit him, but at this moment, you didn't want to do any of that since he was doing his best for you while you're sick.

"Thanks, 'toru." Your words came out softer as you finished off your noodles. You gave him a smile, "For taking care of me."

Satoru took a moment to bask in your vulnerable state, seeing your flushed cheeks, slightly hazy gaze, and soft voice. He visibly gulped, but masked it by finishing off the noodles with a comical slurp, "What will you do without me?" He managed to say.

"Probably suffer and die from starvation and dehydration." You let out a dry laugh.

"Not when I'm around, you don't." Gojo drank the rest of his soup, letting out a burp as he rested his elbows on the table. "So, how did you even get sick?"

"I don't even know...maybe yesterday's date?" You sighed, drinking some of the soup. It was so delicious, you wanted more even though you could only taste half of it because of restricted tastebuds.

"Date?" Satoru could feel his heart drop at the mention, the creeping of dread coming up from his toes. His tried keeping his voice constant.

Was someone else going to take you away from him?

You nodded, "My parents actually organised it." You let out a light sigh as you tried to remember what happened, with your fuzzy memory. "Was a blind date...some single guy they work well with. I think I met him once? Before the date yesterday..."

"You know other men?" This came out sounding like a joke, but the slight edge in his voice could be easily detected by you.

Was he jealous? You had no idea, your mind must be pulling tricks on you. There's no way Gojo Satoru would show that he was jealous over a guy who you've just met maybe twice.

Satoru plastered a smile on his face, but he was definitely not feeling happy at having found out this information.

"'toru," You shook your head, "It was just a formality. I'm not meeting him again."

Satoru let out a sigh, pouting as he rested his cheek on his palm. "If they're not better than me, I won't approve."

It tore through him to say those words to you. But, at the same time, you had different standards to him, and what he constitutes as 'better than him' was someone who was stronger, nicer, kinder and treats you better than him. As if there was anyone like that apart from him. But for you, he didn't know. Was it the same as his? Or was it someone who was better looking than him? Better personality than him? Wasn't a sorcerer? The possibilities were endless.

It might even be Suguru?! But he'd rather lose to Suguru than to some nobody. Even better if you couldn't pick between him and Suguru - you could have them both and he wouldn't mind sharing.

"'toru, they're not going to take me away from you. You're one of my best friends. I don't think they'll beat that." You let out a low chuckle, your eyes starting to get heavy.

All of a sudden, he felt a little relieved, yet bummed. He loved you so much he could give you his heart on a diamond platter, but would you accept it if you knew he gave it to you? He had absolutely no idea.

All he could do was spend as much time with you and hope you would pick up on the signs and eventually, return them.

Satoru could see you starting to get sleepy from the food, but he also knew it was bad to sleep right after eating, so he tried to make random conversation while trying to keep you awake for another half hour.

Finally, when it was about time, you fell asleep on his shoulder while watching some TV program you weren't interested in. Satoru knew right away when you fell asleep, and once you did, he swept you off your feet and carried you back to the bedroom, setting you down before getting your favourite plushie to hug.

He sat down next to you, bringing the plushie to your side under the covers, bringing your arm around it.

But what he didn't except was that the arm went from around the plushie, to around his waist, as you hugged yourself closer to him, bringing your other arm to encircle him.

"Don't go...'toru...you're warm..." You mumbled into him, tugging him closer.

Gojo just stared at you in surprise, lips parting as he stared for a moment, then let out the brightest smile, not caring whether or not you were sick.

"Didn't know you were so clingy." He teased, taking off his blindfold. He took off the jacket he wore from work, folding it on the side with his blindfold as he slid under the covers with you, thanking every God internally that this was happening. He was also thankful you had a Queen sized bed, big enough to accomodate him as long as he bent his legs.

He readjusted your arms so they wouldn't be sore after waking up, draping one over you as he pulled you into his chest, pressing the top of his chin to your head. He could feel you nuzzling into his chest slightly, taking in his scent from the tight black shirt he wore to make sure it was him, before falling asleep.

Gojo felt his face bloom in colour. It wasn't every day you cuddled so intimately, but when it did happen, he was always trying to make sure his heart didn't beat as erratically as it did when he hugged you back in high school. But, it always gave him away, and he felt you hum in your sleep as you settled on top of his heart.

You low key liked listening to the erratic beating of Satoru's heart whenever he was hugging you.

Satoru could only just smile as he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, mumbling a 'sweet dreams' before falling asleep himself.

The next day, you woke up completely fine and well rested, but the man next to you, Gojo Satoru was sick and slightly feverish, most likely due to the close proximity from sleeping together in the same bed during the time you were still feverish.

You sighed, trying to pry his arms off you. He was a serious cuddler and in sleep, even worse. It was always hard to get out of the bed if he was cuddling you. The same goes for Suguru, and Shoko was the chillest.

Satoru groaned, making a shiver go up your spine at his morning voice. "Don't wanna move..."

"'toru, you're sick. I've got to take care of you since it's my fault."

"Are you saying you won't take care of me if it wasn't your fault?" Since he had his blindfold off, his blue eyes looked at you pleadingly, like a abandoned kitten who wanted your attention. Paired with his slightly red cheeks, nose and slightly puffy eyes, it was incredibly hard to resist the man.

"I-I mean this time it's my fault so I will. Not that I won't." You felt his forehead and pushed his hair back, slowly treading your hands through his hair, earning a hum and blush from him. "Ok, I really got to prepare things. I'll be back."

You somehow got him to let you go, and you went to call Suguru straight away since he was able to move Satoru around if need be. Also because he needed a shower and you weren't going to shower him, even if you've done it a few times before when everyone was dead tired.

As you wait for Suguru to come, you make sure you get something whipped up for Gojo, including some freshly cooked food and some sweets as a dessert if he was able to finish all the good stuff. Then you freshen up, and get Gojo's toothbrush (SaShiSu each has their own there since they're over so often) to brush his teeth while you continue waiting.

"Sit up for me 'toru." You bring your hand behind Gojo's muscular frame, using as much strength as possible to push him up into a sitting position. He just sits there as you brush his teeth, allowing himself to be pampered by you.

"Wow, I can't believe you're even brushing his teeth." Suguru makes his entrance known as he puts down a bag of convenience store items he bought on the way. You didn't even hear him coming through the door.

He comes over and motions for you to let him do it, in which you oblige and take care of the items he bought over, voicing a grateful 'thanks'.

"Have you had breakfast yet?" You ask Suguru, watching as he half drags Satoru into your bathroom.

"Nah, can you make me something too?"

"Sure! I'm going for savoury, that ok?"

"Sounds good."

As you prepare everything for your best friends as they're washing up, you call Shoko to see if she's also available. However, she wasn't as she was working the night shift and was going to prioritise sleeping. You were a little bummed, but that was ok, there's always next time.

As you prepare food, you can hear Suguru and Satoru bickering in the background, along with the hot water running.

As you're bringing the food to the dining table, you realise Satoru didn't bring his phone to the bedroom with him. So, you opened it up to check if he had any messages from Ijichi, but you didn't end up checking if he had any pressing messages, instead seeing his phone screen with a photo of you sleeping and hugging the plushie he gave you, him on the side doing a peace sign and a happy expression.

You wanted to laugh at the photo, but it was plucked out of your hand by him as he pouted at you, a redness dusting his cheeks as he came to hug you and be a cuddle bear after washing up, changing into some clothes he'd left at your place.

"Your hair's wet!" You complain, feeling his cheek against the crown of your head as he nuzzled into you, the water droplets making you and the floor wet.

Suguru used a towel from behind you, drying it with a sigh. "Sorry, he escaped."

Just as Suguru was about to pull away, Satoru let go of you, grabbed Suguru and sandwiched you in between them as he hugged his best friends.

You all hear a 'click' come from the door, making you all turn your heads at the sound. It was the sound of a camera, and it turned out to be Shoko! She had come even though she said she prioritised sleeping, and took a photo of the cute situation on her phone.

"Cute." She smirked, showing the picture to you all. She looked at the food, then at you all, before her eyes landed on Gojo, looking him up and down. He had a slightly dazed look with slight redness in his cheeks and nose, not similar to what he was normally.

Shoko sighed, "But seriously, Gojo you need some rest, you're sick."

"But I want to hug them!"

"You're sick. Eat first. Then medicine. Then sleep."

"...yes ma'am."

A/N: GOD I NEED A GOJO IN MY LIFE Actually i need all of them Pls pine for me too I'm on my knees beGGING????

Also, Shoko did end up eating some food as well since there was some extra food you made 😀

If you want more in the series, check out the Let's Meet in the Spring (SaShiSu x reader) Masterlist!

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myoongiverse16 · 1 year

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Hi theree, can I request a Hunter x female reader where the reader want to cuddle but hubter doesn't wanna cuz it's hot and his senses and stuff, but he eventually gives in? Sorry this is so cringe😆

Can I Be Your Pillow?

A/N: Thank you so so much anon for my first request! I’m sorry it took so long! Life has been super crazy! 🥹 I hope you enjoy!

Summary: You and Hunter have confessed to each other but nothing has happened. You don’t have your pillow you love to hug anymore. Hunter takes that as an opportunity to get closer to you.

Genre: Fluff upon fluffffff

Warnings: some mutual pining, cuddles and kisses 🥰

Mando’a key: Osik=Oh Sh*t, Di’kut=Idiot, Dank Farrik=Dang it

It was a normal day on the Marauder. Normal meaning multiple missions that put your lives at risk. But that’s just how it was being in this squad and you knew that. It’s what you loved about this weird group of people called a family. You loved the danger, adventure, and company of others. But there was one in particular whom you loved spending time with the most.

You couldn’t help but fall for the stout and stoic man. As much as you loved his build and attractiveness, the reason you were head over heels was because of his soft demeanor on the inside.

You couldn’t help but notice the wall he built when you first met, that slowly crumpled away as you got to know each other. He became more vulnerable around you, showed more care when you were put in danger, and gave you words of affirmation when you felt inadequate. And when Omega came into his life, you fell for him more as you saw him care for someone as though they were his own.

When you both finally admitted your feelings for each other, it was more of just a mutual “liking”. After that, not much happened. This saddened you because from all the research and daydreams of romance in your head, you pictured already kissing and hugging Hunter.

To your dismay, none of that had happened in the two weeks since you’ve confessed your feelings for each other. Also, you were confused as to what you were anymore.

Were you still friends? Were you more than friends? Were you dating? Were you not dating? If not, did you want to be dating? You had no clue and you didn’t really want to bring up the awkward conversation of formally asking him if you were in fact a couple. You were torn. So, you made small attempts to flirt with him.

It started with you subtly brushing your hand against his when you handed something to him and when you walked alongside him. Then you would nudge him and smirk at him. For some reason, those didn’t phase him.

So you tried verbal attempts. You threw in some, “looking good sarge.” As well as a few winks and you often put your hand on his shoulder as you stood over him when he would sit in the cockpit. None of that had worked.

However you did notice one thing, he would flinch and stiffen up every time you touched him. It was very subtle but you noticed it.

This confused you. Did he not like you anymore? Was it something you did or said to him? Did you make him uncomfortable? Gosh, that was the last thing you wanted. But, surely he would confront you if he didn’t feel the same, right?

Wrong.

Hunter all this time had watched you from afar, even before he had confessed his feelings to you. Too afraid to touch you, afraid his senses would get in the way of a potential relationship. So, he observed. And gosh, did you radiate a scent that drove him crazy. When you had looked at him and touched him, he flinched because he was petrified.

But, he secretly loved it. That feeling, the brush of your hands, the nudges, made him feel nervous and fiery. It got much worse when you started to flirt with him verbally. You never noticed but he would turn and become a blushing mess. His hands would get sweaty and everything would just become so kriffing hot.

He could sense how you felt about him from those stupid attempts to flirt that actually worked. He was just too much of a coward to admit that he felt the same way. How much he wanted more. Until one fateful day.

You had just finished an excruciatingly painful mission that caused you to be on the run constantly and all you truly wanted was to rest.

But, once you laid down on your bunk, you knew something was missing. You had always had an extra pillow on your bunk, but since Omega had arrived, you had lended it to her. This pillow was purely used for snuggling and it was gone.

You sighed, sat up, and pursed your lips. Looking around the Marauder, everyone was fast asleep on their assigned bunks. Everyone except the Sergeant you had come to adore.

Dank farrik.

Letting out a huff, you quietly made your way to the cockpit, as to not disturb the other sleeping figures. As you had thought, Hunter was sitting in the pilot’s chair watching the blue streaks pass by.

“Something on your mind?” Osik. You rubbed a hand behind your neck as Hunter spun his chair around. You cleared your throat.

“Yes, actually,” you bit your lip. “I-I was wondering if you had um, a spare pillow?” You mentally slapped your forehead at your stuttering. You had worked with this man and his crew for almost 6 months now and you were nervous? Di’kut.

Hunter raised a brow thinking the same thing. Does she not like me anymore?

“Sorry, I gave mine to Wrecker,” he furrowed his eyebrows. “How come you need another one?” You looked down shyly.

“Well, I, you see…” you sighed. “I need it,” You looked up at him. “To fall asleep.” He nodded his head.

“Oh.” There was an awkward silence. You sighed and was about to leave the room when Hunter cleared his throat and stood up abruptly.

“Hey,” he bit his tongue, contemplating. “Could I be your pillow?”

Your eyes widened. Where the kriffing hell did that come from?! Hunter even surprised himself with that statement, he didn’t think he had the guts to ask you.

“S-sure.” You mentally facepalmed at your stuttering yet again. He smiled at your response.

You spun around and walked to your bunk, your body warming up as you could feel Hunter’s presence behind you. You stopped at your bunk and turned towards him. You bit your lip.

“How do you plan on doing this?” He chuckled nervously. You noticed a hint of blush creeping up his face.

“Well, I, uh,” he cleared his throat. “I figured that you just needed something to, uh, hug. So, I am offering myself as that something.” You stifled back a laugh at his awkwardness. You smiled.

“Well, okay.” You plopped on to your bunk and shifted against the wall, making sure there was enough room for Hunter. Hunter stiffly laid on your bed, looking up at the ceiling.

By now his senses were out of control, you were right there. You smelled amazing, as always, and he could feel the heat radiating off of you. This made him sweaty and he couldn’t bear to look you in the eye.

You on the other hand were just happy that Hunter finally made some sort of move on you. You played with your fingers then finally turned to him.

“So….” You smiled nervously. He turned to you and chuckled.

“Umm…how do you want to do this?” He asked. You giggled.

“I was actually about to ask you the same thing.” Hunter breathed a laugh and smiled. Gosh, you loved that smile. The laughing ceased and you stared at each other for a few awkward seconds.

That is until, surprisingly, yet again, Hunter made the first move. He hesitantly reached his arm towards yours. He began to gently stroke your forearm, getting used to the feeling of touching you. You watched in wonder as he moved his hand to your waist. He finally looked up at you and you stared into his dark brown eyes.

He smiled and pulled you closer to him. You were shocked, your dreams were practically coming true right before your eyes. You gently placed your head on his chest and looked up at him in astonishment. He looked down at you. When you thought nothing could get better, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips. You reciprocated and he placed his left hand on your face to gain better access.

When you two finally pulled away, your faces were both completely red and hot. You stared at him for a few seconds then placed your head in your hands and breathed a laugh. Hunter chuckled.

“What is it?” You peered behind your fingers and smiled.

“Nothing, I just wasn’t expecting that.” He laughed. He moved your hands away delicately and placed both of his around your face.

“I actually wasn’t planning on this either,” he frowned. “I’m sorry I’ve been kind of distant. I just wasn’t sure how my abilities would deal with being so close and intimate with a person,” he paused and smiled. “But now I know that it makes me feel incredible.” Your smile widened.

“I understand, thank you for telling me.” Hunter looked at you with complete adoration.

He pulled you close and wrapped his arms around you. He held onto you like there was no tomorrow, but at the same time held you like you were the most precious thing on the planet. He leaned down and whispered in your ear.

“Thanks for letting me be your pillow.” You could hear the smile in his voice. You were very satisfied that you found a new pillow to cuddle.

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Special

11/16/2022

Pairing: Andrew (Hozier) x fem!reader

Word Count: 3,500

Warnings: rpf, language, mentions of alcohol, slightly smutty daydreaming, mentions of online dating disasters, slander, pining, mentions of past heartbreak, fluff

Summary: Andrew has been secretly in love for a long time. Will he finally find it in himself to confess his feelings to his beloved?

A/N: It took me quite a while to finish this, but it was important to me that I did. I've been struggling with my writing for some time now and maybe it shows. Still, this one is special to me and one of the most personal stories I have ever written.

Picture by Joshua Newton via Unsplash (edited)

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Andrew could feel the cold creeping up on him from behind his back. What had been supposed to be the last night of summer had turned out to be the first night of autumn instead. Probably sensing the crisp bite of nightfall approach, someone had lit a fire hours ago, back when the sun had still been powerful enough to deceive the rest of them for a little longer. The oak logs, now turned into embers of glowing red, still gave off enough heat to keep the whole group outside way past midnight. Not that he would have needed the fire to keep him warm though. Her sight was more than sufficient to drive away the chill in an instant and provide him with enough heat to turn his cheeks pink whenever his eyes lingered for too long and his thoughts began to wander.

He could have easily sat through the night without their bonfire if only she was there with him. He had to admit though that the fire suited her well, unveiling her full beauty to him once again in all its splendour, like the day he had finally realised he was in love with her.

Dark shadows and golden lights danced across her face, caressing her soft skin with the tenderness of a lover’s touch. With every flicker of the flames, the glossy sheen of her painted lips twinkled enticingly, as if he would have needed the sight to remind him of the countless times he had yearned to taste them. What drew him in most though were her eyes, they always did. But it was here, in the glow of the fire, that they shone like they did only in the rarest of moments, when she allowed her feelings to breach the surface of her usually so reserved demeanour.

The fact that he hadn’t seen her in quite a while only added to the effect she had on him. It must have been a good year ago, but the memory was still as vivid as if it had only been a few days. Andrew would never forget the darkness he had seen in her eyes that day. And he would never forgive the one who had put it there. The one she had called her lover back when lightning had first pierced Andrew’s defenceless heart. The one that sat right here by the fire among all their friends, like Judas among the apostels. Maybe even worse.

With the heed of each and every single one of Argos’ ninety-nine waking eyes, Andrew had watched them all night, searching for even the slightest signs of discomfort on her side, or worse, of phoenix rising from the ashes, but so far nothing alarming had passed between them.

Andrew had always admired former lovers who were able to turn failed romance into friendship, but seeing these two on friendly terms, watching her laugh about his witless jokes as if he hadn’t almost broken her heart beyond repair, made him seriously reconsider the veracity of that belief.

“Oh come on, not again,” someone broke his train of thought with their whiny complaint about the empty cooling bag. “I’m not going all the way up into the kitchen again to fetch you lazy fuckers more booze.”

Immediately more and more voices joined in, eager not to leave their comfortable spots by the fire and walk through the cold and dark of the garden—all but one, and he knew even before her lips had parted that she would take it upon herself to get the supplies from inside the empty house.

“All right,” she uttered with a soft sigh as she stood, “someone hand me the bag. I’ll go.”

Too quick for his brain to catch up on the movement, Andrew found himself on his feet as well and lunged towards the bag, beating her to it without any effort thanks to his long legs.

“I’ll come with you.”

He had feared she would protest, fastening his grip on the handle just in case she would try to yank it out of his hand while telling him she was plenty able to find the way to the fridge by herself. But she didn’t. Instead she just smiled up at him before her lips formed a silent thank you and Andrew was very grateful that his feet somehow remembered how to move on their own.

All evening a thousand questions he wanted to ask her had spiralled through his head. How was she doing? Had life treated her kindly since he had last seen her? God, he hoped it had. Still a part of him wished that didn’t extend to her love life as well and even though he knew it was childish to hope that her heart was still unclaimed because he wanted to make a home in it himself, he did.

But he probably never would. Especially not since telling her about the feelings he had nursed for so long seemed impossible if he wasn’t even able to start a simple conversation now that they were alone. Maybe it was for the best though, seeing that she obviously wasn’t too keen on starting a conversation either.

It hadn’t always been like this, awkward and unfamiliar, as if they had never talked whole nights through, deeply lost in their own tiny universe where everything orbited around music, poetry, literature, mythology, politics, philosophy and all the other topics the rest of the gang found too profound for a night of drinking and light entertainment. He had lived for those moments, loved to pick her marvellous brain until, if only for a brief point in time, he was able to see the world through her eyes.

And now he was standing here like a bloody fool, holding the bag for her in silence while she loaded bottle after bottle of cold brew into it. She was so close to him, her unique fragrance filling his senses every time she stirred the air between them when she turned. It was almost completely blanketed by the sharp stench of smoke. Almost. But not to him. He had memorised her scent like his favourite song, ready to recall every single note of it from memory even after all this time. Yet he seldomly allowed himself to do so. It made him careless, made his mind wander off to a place in which he imagined how she would feel, skin on skin. He wondered if she would taste just as good, her salty-sweet aroma still fresh on his tongue as their bodies became one in heated passion. He longed to feel her breath crawling up his neck as she moaned his name in pleasure, yearned to be wrapped tightly in the warmth of her—

“Andrew?”

The touch of her fingers gently pulled him from his fantasy, away from her and still back to her, back into the bleak reality of the kitchen with its buzzing fridge and cold neon lights.

“Huh?” he muttered sheepishly, his brain still unable to form a coherent sentence after what it had just dreamed up.

His irritation seemed to amuse her, a soft giggle breaking through her concern for a split second before she became serious again.

“Are you all right?”

“Yeah. Sure.” He tried his best to sound convincing, but he knew she could read him like a book and so he was quick to add, “How about you?”

“Me? I’m not the one who zoned out for a moment.”

“True.” He smiled down at her, warm and soft. “But that’s not what I meant.”

“Oh.” For the blink of an eye the smile she had shot him in return faltered, and when it steadied on her lips again, it wasn’t quite the same anymore. “I’m good. Fine, actually. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well, I just thought…you know…with him being here and all…”

“Ah, I see.” Her hand found his arm and gave it a gentle squeeze before gliding down the length of it and Andrew thought he could feel her touch in his very bones. “It’s very sweet of you to worry about me, but there’s really no need to. After all it was a mutual split.”

Actually, he remembered their breakup a little differently, but if this was the narrative she had chosen to hold onto, he wouldn’t be the one to crush it for her. But when she pulled her hand away from his, it was her who felt the need to correct that statement.

“Okay, maybe the split itself wasn’t that mutual, but I know now that we had it coming for a long time. And I’ve made my peace with it.”

“That’s good to hear.” Andrew felt the awkward silence lure in the darkness that awaited outside the kitchen and still he needed another moment to gather the courage to ask the one question his heart feared the most and was still desperate to find the answer to. “So…um…are you…is there someone new in your life?”

“God no!” He hadn’t expected that reaction at all and even though he didn’t find his fears confirmed, there was something about her eyes and the tone of her voice that made his heart heavy for her. “I put that hope to rest rather quickly after I started online dating.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Part of him truly was because no matter how much he had wished for her to be single, he would never have wanted it to come at the cost of more hurt.

“No, don’t be. Some of the shit I’ve been through is actually quite amusing in retrospect. Come on, I’ll tell you a few stories on the way back.”

It had taken them quite a while before they could hear the laughter from the fireplace drift over to them again. They had stopped a few times on the way, mostly because he had temporarily forgotten how to walk in the face of the things she had told him. But no matter how he looked at it, amusing was far from the word he would use to describe most of the things she had endured. Disbelief had alternated with rage up to a point that he himself felt awful for even sharing the same sex with this scum.

After what he had just learned, Andrew couldn’t blame her for losing faith in love, not in the least. If anything, he was surprised how well she seemed to handle everything she had been through. In his eyes it was more than admirable. Of course he had known before that dating was seldomly an easy thing, but until now he had never realised what risks it held for women in a world almost entirely shaped by men.

“Promise me you won’t tell the others, okay? I wouldn’t want them to know. Especially not…”

Despite the darkness he could see her eyes shimmer with embarrassment. What for, he didn’t know. She had nothing to blame herself for.

“Of course. I promise. Cross my heart.”

A slender finger moved across his chest in two strokes to support his words and his childlike gesture made her smile. He had hoped it would. What he hadn’t anticipated however was her next move, and as her palm found the very spot he had just marked with a cross, his heart sank into his feet. There was nothing he could do to prevent it from speeding up, forced to stand and watch her catch on to it any second now while he felt its powerful drum underneath the thin layer of skin that covered his neck.

“So, you still seem to get along with Y/N exceptionally well. Any chances for a reunion then?”

Her hand fell away, his fear of getting caught forgotten immediately, when she turned towards the voices. The little group that sat around the fire was still veiled from view by a few thick bushes, but the teasing tone was enough to imagine the grin on the talker’s face. Andrew and the woman by his side were far from grinning though.

“Not in a million years. We split for a reason, you know.”

“Yeah, I totally understand. She’s kind of…special.”

“You can say that again.”

Even in the dim light that reached their hiding spot from the fire, Andrew could see her face fall. Fascinated and petrified alike by the myriad of emotions that flickered in the treacherous gleam of her eyes, he wished he could do anything but watch disaster unfold right in front of him. He might have thought of something, anything, had he known that they were far from finished with their humiliating ordeal.

“Might be the reason online dating isn’t going too well for her.”

“Honestly, I can’t say that comes as a real surprise.”

The conversation was far from over, but Andrew didn’t care anymore. All he cared about was the pair of wide eyes that seemed to stare right into the darkness of the cosmos as her body stumbled back a few steps.

“Y/N?”

The bag fell into the grass with a thud, the bottles inside clinking dangerously, but all he heard was her trembling voice that mumbled an absentminded excuse.

“I…I’m really tired. I should probably head home.”

And with that she just turned, the hint of an apologetic smile on her face, and let the shadows swallow her. For a second he just stood there, frozen in place by the rising panic inside of him, until the faint noise of a shaky breath carried over to him on the breeze.

“Wait.”

But she didn’t. Of course she didn’t. And why would she? He had done nothing to stop those eejits from their slander and he couldn’t blame her for assuming it was because he secretly agreed with them.

“Y/N, stop.”

His feet had begun to move at last, hurrying after her as fast as the slippery grass allowed until he could make out her silhouette only an arms-length away and reached for her.

“Please stop.”

His voice was soft, but his hold on her wrist wasn’t. He couldn’t let her walk away from him, not like this. Not before he had told her—

But the moment she turned to face him, the words died away in his throat as he took her in in the faint moonlight, two watery lines cascading down her cheeks like streams of stars. Words would not be enough to make them stop. It was foolish, a gesture born from sheer helplessness in the face of his beloved’s despair, but there was no falter in his hands when he pulled her in and sealed her lips with his own.

It wasn’t at all what he had hoped their first kiss to be like. But at least for a second he could feel her return it, her hands coming up to his chest, fisting the thick denim of his jacket, before she pushed him away.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

His honest bewilderment seemed to be completely lost on her. Instead her chin began to tremble dangerously.

“Don’t be kind to me because I’m sad. Your pity just confirms they are right.”

“Pity? You think this was a gesture of pity?”

Her silence was answer enough and Andrew could see her retreat into her shell again. Soon, she would once more shoot him that apologetic smile and flee the scene, without ever knowing that in this very moment, pity was the last thing he felt for her.

“What about this then?”

This time, he knew exactly what he was doing. Fully prepared to be pushed away again, to be yelled at or be slapped in the face, he leaned down. Gentle fingers cupped her cheek and he took it as a good sign that she didn’t shy away from his touch. He waited, one last moment for her to stop him, but she didn’t, and so he closed the last gap between them.

This was what it should have been like the first time. Soft and tender, full of affection, every fibre of his being filled with her until he didn’t know anymore where he ended and she began. Through the haze of his rapture he faintly noticed the soft press of her body against his, unwavering arms wrapping around his neck, and he pulled her closer, securing her in his arms while she moaned her sweet approval into his mouth.

He could have kissed her like this forever, but he still had a point to prove, a statement to make, and so he pulled away.

“Still think this was a pity kiss?” he panted against her lips and when her answer didn’t come, he pulled away further to look at her. He had hoped to be met with the familiar warmth of her eyes, but he found her gaze fixed on his jacket instead, where she watched her own hands adjust his collar.

“Even if it was—”

“It wasn’t.”

“Still,” she paused for a second, “what they say is true.”

“So? What’s wrong with being special?”

“I think we both know they didn’t mean special in a good way.”

Andrew sighed as his palm found her cheek again. “Maybe they didn’t.” He gently tilted her head and waited patiently until she finally decided to look at him. “But I do. I mean it in the best way possible when I say you’re special to me, Y/N. They may be right, you are complicated. But aren’t we all in our own way? That’s how nature has created us, as absolutely unique individuals, beautifully complicated. None of them may understand this, measuring you by society’s grotesque norms instead, but to me you are easy to love.”

“Andy, I…”

“It’s okay, love. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same about me. I just wanted you to know.”

This was it. He had said what he had wanted to say. Now she would try her best to be gentle in her rejection, thank him for his honesty and leave. He would probably not see her again after tonight.

“Fuck,” he mumbled as his forehead sank against hers, “I should have told you a long time ago.”

“Maybe, yes. Then again, I don’t think you could have chosen a better moment to tell me than this exact one.”

His brain had no time to process what she had just said, distracted by the hands that found his trembling form again, one gliding into the warm space between his shirt and jacket, the other smoothing along his cheek and into his hair to hold him in place. As if he would ever even consider parting from her in a moment like this. And then he could feel it again for a heartbeat, the feathery touch of her lips on his, ethereal and unreal like a fleeting daydream.

His next words came in a whisper against her own, anxious if he lost their touch, he might wake from this dream after all. “Do you still want to get out of here?”

“Desperately.”

“Will you let me walk with you then? Just to make sure my special girl gets home safe and sound.”

“I think,” she said quietly, her breath leaving a honeyed due on his lips, “that’s the best idea you had tonight.” Slowly he moved, still reluctant to part from her, and it was only when he had secured her hand safely in his own that he dared to pull away and began walking. “Your best idea apart from that pity kiss, maybe.”

“I told you, woman, it wasn’t a pity kiss.”

It was too dark to see her now, the moonlight shielded from them by the thick branches of a fir tree that hung above. And so, there was nothing he could do but squeeze her hand to make his protest known.

“Bollocks,” she huffed teasingly as she squeezed back, causing Andrew to stop in his tracks.

“Do I need to show you again?”

“It surely won’t hurt.”

She squealed in surprise as he wrapped his arm around her middle and manoeuvred her backwards. With a soft groan, her spine was pressed into the gnarly bark of the tree while her head landed securely against the back of a large hand that shielded it from impact.

“Kiss me, Andrew,” she breathed into the expectant silence, her fingers finding his lush curls again and guiding him towards the source of her heady whisper. And he did. Until he could feel the world around him starting to spin. He could have blamed it on the lack of oxygen or the darkness around them that heightened his senses, maybe even on the mere fact that this kiss had seemed so utterly unthinkable by the beginning of this evening, but he knew too well that it was the woman in his arms who made this kiss the most special he had ever shared. A kind of special he vowed to always cherish and never take for granted.

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Nightmares (Crosshair X reader)

This was based on the following request:

Hey I was wondering if I could have something nice and sweet with a soft crosshair×f reader....maybe she had a nightmare and had big anxiety so crosshair is trying to calm her down? Idk I love rough crosshair as much as soft crosshair lol!

This fic is for you anon and this may be slightly out of character for Crosshair but hey ho! Let's go!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.5K

Crosshair had been secretly pining for you stay in his arms after your friends with benefits arrangement. Not that the sex wasn't incredible, it left him elated and exhausted in equal measure.

And yet, after every encounter, you would make excuses and leave. He didn't want to plea for you to stay, it wasn't in his nature. Pulling yourself away from. He would try to make you stay, by wrapping his arms tight around you. Every time he did this, he secretly hoped that you would melt into his arms and stay there the whole night. The two of you comforted by the feeling of the other in their arms. But you never did.

If we were being truthful, it began to irritate him after a while. It irked him to his core. How could he express that wanted more than the current arrangement, if you ran away after the astonishing sex? You'd perfected the motion of rutting into each other, of tongues dancing in a passion union. He tried becoming more affectionate during the sex, hoping you'd get the hint. Hoping you'd understand the things he couldn't say. He would brush his knuckles over your cheek gently, stare longingly into your eyes, slow the pace so he could play with your body more sensually, making everything gentler. He would hold you close, melting into you as he thrust into you.

But you couldn't stay.

Not because you didn't want to and not because you weren't sure if Crosshair wanted to stay. You knew now that he wanted you to stay. You didn't stay because you didn't want him to know about the nightmares. You had them every night and you didn't want to share that with the man you'd slowly fallen in love with.

So, pained, you left. After every delectable encounter. Even though he is trying to convince you to stay and the feeling of his arms around you want to cling to him through the night. Share the intimate space and feelings together.

But you couldn't stay.

Until one night, Crosshair had been on top of you, propped up on his elbows. This time he had to say it. He took the risk and pressed his forehead to yours. Slowly, he lowered his lips to yours, placing a gentle kiss upon them. It was a whisper of a kiss, so soft and light that you weren’t sure he had done it. It was different from the usual fire you felt when you were together. As he stared intently at you, now softening inside of you, he kept his face close to yours as whispered, “stay.”

“I can’t,” you said, and it was almost a plea. A please to not let him see that side of you. He kissed you again, this time it was firm and passionate. Then he whispered it again, “stay with me.” With those soft eyes staring at you with a burning desire, you could hardly say no. Even though you wanted to.

So, in that moment, you caved. Tonight, you’ll stay. Nodding your head, he smiled softly and rolled off of you, body pressed against the wall. You positioned yourselves so your head lay on his chest, his head resting atop yours. One of your hands entwined with his over his chest. You had to admit that you adored the sensation of being together.

You couldn’t help but fall asleep in the arms of this grumpy yet sweet and caring man. You fell asleep listening to his heartbeat. Crosshair was delighted, he tried to hide his smile and he rested his atop yours. It was the comfort and pleasure he had craved for a while and finally you were here, in his arms. He sighed softly, grasping you closer with the arm that was lazily grazing against your skin. It tickled but you found yourself comforted by the sensation. You listened intently as his heart rate slowed and his fingers grazed slower and slower until you both drifted off to sleep.

You were in Palace of the Jedi. Your lightsaber was glowing a hazy blue in the darkness of the hall. You’d hidden yourself in an alcove. You’d heard it over and over again. Order 66: The assassination of all the Jedi. That included you. You took a deep brearh as you considered the quickest route out of the temple.

You began to sneak down the corridor, hoping you wouldn’t encounter any clones. You were not so lucky. A group of troopers spotted you and began firing. You countered their shots, carefully aiming them back but only to injure, not to kill. One by one they fell to the ground. There were two left and so you lurched yourself forward, sliding across the floor and slicing the legs of the clones.

You continued running, trying to escape. When you managed to get through the doorway, you noticed him. Anakin. Your dear friend who has slaughtered younglings. Your dear friend who had turned to the Dark Side. As you looked at him, anger in your eyes, he looked at you with an angered pain. Our Anakin was still in there.

“You will die here,” he sneered at you, “you are weak. You were always weak. You will not get in the way of my new Empire.” His lightsaber suddenly alight, he began to circle you like prey.

You woke with a start. As you always did. Bolting upright you began panting heavily, feeling trapped in the memory. Your lightsaber snapped into your hand as you called for it. Luckily, you only kept it in your hand and did not light it. Your breathing was out of control. He will find me again, he’ll kill me, these thoughts circuited out your brain. Nothing else was getting in.

Crosshair heard you call out to the friends you lost in your sleep. He heard you mention Order 66. Your yelling and cries had awoken him and he tried to hold you closer but your body was rigid in fear. He stroked your hair gently, hoping it would calm you.

When you sat up suddenly, Crosshair mimicked your action, gently placing his arm around your shoulder. He had moved the second you yelled out. He reached for the lightsaber in your hand, whispering gently in your ear, “your safe. Just breathe.” As he repeated those words gently, eventually your grip on your lightsaber slacked and he placed it to one side.

He slowly guided you to sit at the edge of the bed, he crawled between your knees. The solid floor causing him to wince slightly at the contact. He knew that the upright position should help you. But his eyes were trained on you, your eyes were glazed over as if you were still dreaming, you were mumbling the word stop over and over. You began to rock back and forth slightly, suddenly clutching at your sides.

Crosshair placed your hands in his and asked you to breathe with him. In and out. In and out. In and out. You both repeated the breathing for a short while until you stopped shaking and rocking. Yet, your eyes remained trained on the floor unable to look at him. He removed one of his hands from yours and reached up to brush it against your cheek.

“Was it a nightmare about Order 66?” He asked and you nodded.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He queried cautiously and slowly. His deep voice vibrating through his body. You shook your head rapidly. His fingers were now playing with your hair as he gently stroked the side of your face, over your ear where he tucked your hair. Whilst he was doing this, something clicked into place in his head,

“You never stayed before because of your nightmares.” This wasn’t a question. Just a mere statement that was breathed out as he looked at you. Your eyes finally met his, and yours began to fill with tears.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffled, “I didn’t want you to see me like this. I always wanted to stay but I couldn’t let you see this. I’m sorry.” Crosshair’s heart lurched at your confession and tears.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. I want to help you if you have nightmares.” Crosshair sighed softly, his hand landing on your shoulder, where he rubbed small, feather-like circles on your bare skin. “I care about you. I don’t want you to be alone, particularly when you’re hurting.”

“I care for you too, Crosshair.” You whispered softly.

"I knew my attempts to make you stay weren't that subtle." You couldn't help but giggle slightly and shortly at this.

"N-no, I picked up on those signals a long time ago." You retorted gently. He offered up a small smirk and brushed his knuckles of tear stained cheek once more. He reached up and placed a small kiss to your forehead.

Realising he had nothing further to say, Crosshair crawled back across the bed and lay on his back. You simply watched him as he did so. When he opened his arms for you, you crawled back to him, laying with your head on his chest. You were still shaking a little, but you slowly calmed as he stroked your back gently. He was warm and comfortable but he had become stoic and calm to in equal measure. You couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking about and so you asked him what was on his mind. He dipped his head down to look at you and you were already looking up at him.

"I'm thinking about your nightmares. About Order 66." He said softly, still stroking your back. He was silent for a moment before he added, "no matter what comes our way, I'll always protect you."

"I know." You murmured into his chest as the heaviness of sleep began to wash over you. Eventually, you both fell back to sleep. There were no more nightmares that night.

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wrenreid · 2 years

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Better Off Broken PART TWO

this is the second and final part to better off broken, so click the link to read that first

synopsis: Spencer Reid finally gets a chance to meet his little boy’s teacher after always being away on a case for all the other opportunities. Though, the single father Dr. Reid was not expecting his son’s kindergarten teacher to be a charming young woman who might possibly make him forget the vow he took to swear off romantic involvements. (dual point of view). (not edited so excuse errors)

content warnings: past relationship trauma, a little bit of self deprecation, 18+ scenes, fluff…

Spencer and I have been texting quite a bit lately. It’s usually just to catch up and talk about Atlas, but it’s still nice.

I want to ask him out on a real date, but I’m not even sure how I would go about that. We’ve only known each other a month and a half, and I don’t even know if he feels the same way I do. I’m not sure if I want to know.

If I don’t know how he feels, I can keep this little fantasy in my head where we’re secretly pining after each other.

But every time we text or he comes into my classroom when he’s picking Atlas up (which has only been twice, but it still happened), I think about asking him out, just ripping the bandaid off.

I feel something between us, a type of connection, but I don’t know if he feels it too. We get a little flirty sometimes (or at least I think it’s flirty), but it never goes past that. It’s always just a few smiles and some slightly suggestive - not in a sexual way - words, but never more than that.

The Valentine’s day party is coming up, and Spencer has already told me he’ll be there. I’m excited to see him again, but I worry that I’ll make it obvious that I like him. Although, maybe I should make it obvious. Maybe I should ask him out that day. It would be pretty ballsy. I think I’m just going to fucking do it.

—————

“Are you excited for the Valentine’s day party, Atlas?” I ask my son as I lace up my red converse.

He’s already dressed and waiting for me by the door, per usual. He nods, checking his watch. This kid is so much like me, it’s scary.

“Since it’s not until later, I’ll drop you off then I’m going to pick up some supplies just in case Ms. Y/n needs more, okay?”

“Okay,” Atlas says with one nod of his head.

“You’re a man of many words, A,” I chuckle softly, a bright smile on my face. I adore this little boy with every ounce of my being.

Atlas waits for me to finish getting ready then he grabs my hand and we head down to my car. Eventually, I’ll get us a house. I’ve been saving half of my paycheck every month for things like that. Maybe I’ll buy a house in the suburbs close to the school. I think Atlas would like to have a backyard to himself. Not that he’s the type of kid to play outside in the dirt, but he likes to read outside and listen to the birds chirp.

I convinced Atlas to wear a red button up today just to be a little festive. He agreed even though he usually wears blue on Tuesdays.

I drive him to school and make sure he gets to the building okay before I head to the store. I’ve never stepped foot in a Hobby Lobby, but I want to help Y/n just in case she needs it.

I grab a bunch of little Valentine’s day decorations for the kids to put on their boxes. I definitely look silly doing this, but I don’t mind.

“These for anyone special?” The young lady at the register asks me as she scans the items.

“I-uh no. They’re for my son’s class,” I say, but my cheeks turn the color of the red hearts. They’re technically for Y/n, and she is someone special. But I barely admit that to myself, let alone out loud.

“You’re a dad? There’s no way, you look so young,” she chuckles softly, twirling her hair around her finger.

She’s flirting with me. I used to not be able to detect things like that, but I’ve gotten better at reading people. Being a behavioral analyst helped with that.

“Thanks,” I say nonchalantly and pay for the decorations. I leave quickly then head to the grocery store to get some cookies for the class.

Eventually, it’s time to head to the school for the party. I’m one of the first parents there.

“Dr. Reid,” Y/n smiles and takes the box of cookies I bought. “You are just a helpful man, huh?”

I grin softly. “I do the best I can.”

“Nice tie,” she looks up at me, taking my pink tie in her hand. I resist the urge to tell her to pool me down by it then kiss her right then and there. Good thing I’m a professional at self control now.

“Thank you,” I chuckle slightly.

Eventually, all the parents that could make it are here and we start helping the kids decorate their card boxes.

Atlas and I made cards last night for all his classmates. We put little heart shaped suckers into the animal themed Valentine’s Day cards.

It takes nearly two hours for all the kids to finish decorating their boxes, the classroom is a mess of paper, glitter glue, felt hearts, and more. The kids go around, slipping their cards into everyone’s boxes.

Atlas seems to be having a good time. He decorated his box as neatly as he could. He’s very particular about things.

Eventually, the kids clean up a little bit and school is let out. The parents say goodbye to Ms. Y/n and the other parents, and it’s just me, Atlas, and Y/n in here.

“The parties always make my room a wreck,” she laughs softly, brushing her hair out of her face.

“We can help clean up,” I say.

“You don’t have to do that. I’ve got this,” she assures me.

“Hmm. Nope. I think we’re going to help. Aren’t we, Atlas?”

My son nods. “Mhm.”

Y/n chuckles, shaking her head. God, I’ve got to stop staring at her.

“Fine, but no complaining since you wanted this, Dr. Reid,” she points an accusing finger at me.

I raise my hands in the air innocently. “Yes ma’am.”

Atlas and I help her clean up for at least half an hour. Kids are messy.

“Thank you so much,” Y/n sighs, tossing her hair out of her face. “You’re an angel.”

Little does she know she looks like an angel, and I’d like her to show me heaven for a night.

I blush, and look down at my shoes. “I’m always happy to help.”

“Atlas did you have fun?” She asks.

“Yes ma’am,” he nods, a slight smile on his face. He’s holding his decorated box.

She smiles at him. “Good!” Then she turns her attention back to me. “I have something for you.”

“For me?” I raise my eyebrows.

“Mhm. But you’re not allowed to look at it until you get home.”

“Well, now I’m intrigued,” I chuckle.

“No cheating, doc.” She grabs something from her desk then slips it into my front pocket.

I can’t help but notice the smell of her hair and tingle at her touch, even if it was through clothes. It’s been way too long since I’ve been touched. Lily was the last person I even kissed.

And as much as I want to pull Y/n into me right now, I have a promise to keep. A promise to myself and to my son.

“Do not open it until you’re home,” she says again, stern voiced.

“Okay, okay,” I laugh softly.

She grins up at me. “Drive safe.”

“You too. Are you leaving right now, we can walk you out?”

“No, I’ve got to do some lesson planning. But thank you for the offer,” Y/n says sweetly.

Atlas and I make it home about fifteen minutes later, and he sits down on the couch with a book.

“What are you thinking for dinner, bud?” I ask him, looking in the fridge for what I could cook later.

“Spaghetti,” he tells me. “What did the note say?”

“Note?” I know what he’s talking about, but for some reason I feel the need for him to clarify.

“From Ms. Y/n.”

“I haven’t read it yet,” I tell him.

“She said to open it when you get home. We’re home.”

I laugh a little. He’s a very straight forward young man.

“I’ll open later, buddy,” I say, looking over at him sitting on the couch. Well, I look at the back of his head.

I take the beef out of the freezer for it to thaw then join my son on the couch. The note in my pocket is burning a hole through the fabric of my pants. I’m pretty certain I have an idea of what it says, and I’m not ready to reject her.

After dinner, while Atlas is in the shower - he showers on his own, but keeps the door open so I can hear if he needs me - I take the note out of my pocket. I unfold it and my heart both flutters and drops at the same time.

It doesn’t take me long to decipher the “code” of the note. She wrote the words “Will you go on a date with me?” using elements from the period table and only putting their atomic mass. She’s definitely using my love for chemistry to win me over.

It’s the cheesiest, most nerdy Valentine’s Day card I’ve ever seen. I would absolutely love it if six years ago I didn’t swear off relationships and dating. I do absolutely love it actually, but I can’t agree to what it asks.

As much as I want to ignore it and pretend like she didn’t ask me this question, I know I have to let her down sooner than later. It’s the gentlemanly thing to do.

After I get Atlas to bed and I’m in my pjs, I call her. My stomach is knotted tightly. I hate myself for this.

—————

“Spencer, hey!” I answer the phone once I see his contact pop up on my screen. “You must’ve read the note.”

“I did,” he admits, but the tone in his voice makes me want to figure out a way to take the note back through the screen.

“And?” I question, my intestines tying themselves in knots.

He sighs. Shit. “Y/n… I- I can’t.”

“Right,” I laugh awkwardly. “You know, just- uh forget I asked. Which I guess technically I didn’t ask, the note did.” More awkward laughs spill out of me. “Anyway…”

“It’s not as if I don’t want to. I just can’t. I hope you understand?”

“Yeah, no, sure. Totally,” I ramble. Oh my God what am I saying? “It’s all good.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, and it makes me want to slam my head into the headboard behind me.

“No!” I practically yell into his ear. “No worries. It’s okay.”

“Okay…”

“It’s getting late, huh? I should probably go to bed. Goodnight.” I hang up before he can even get the ‘G’ sound out in response.

Embarrassing. As. Fuck.

How the hell am I going to see him again and not melt into a puddle of humiliation right in the spot?

And what the fuck does he mean by he ‘can’t’? He said it’s not that he doesn’t want to. So he wants to, but he can’t? What does he have a girlfriend I don’t know about? I feel like I would know if he did.

In my head, before I have him the note, this went a lot better. He got home and read it then called me right away with a date and a time he’d pick me up. I’d wear a pretty dress, one that I haven’t been able to wear in forever because I haven’t had an occasion to do so. He would wear a suit like he was the first time I met him. We’d both agree to not have sex because it’s too soon, but he’d kiss me at the doorstep, maybe for a little too long.

But movies, books, and tv are fucking liars because instead of that, I got a “I can’t.” What the hell kind of story is this?

I lean back into my bed and let out a dramatic sigh. I shouldn’t have asked him out. We could’ve just stayed friends.

I just thought I wasn’t alone in the attraction. I thought he felt something too. Apparently I am really bad at reading people. Good think he’s the profiler, and I’m not.

But hey, if I ruined our friendship at least it wasn’t a long standing one. We’ve only been friends for almost two months.

Still, I’ll be sad to see him go. He’s nice to talk to. He’s smart, intimidatingly so, and he’s the most gentlemanly person I’ve ever met. Every time we talk, he asks how I’m doing, and I know it’s not just a formality, he genuinely cares. And hell, he’s not a bad sight to look at. Okay, he’s a very pleasing sight to look at.

Maybe I was mistaking friendly feelings for the romantic kind, but we’ve been flirting for at least a month, so I thought we shared a mutual liking/attraction to each other.

Perhaps he’s the type to flirt with people and it mean nothing. Maybe he’s just one of those guys who’s friendly and accidentally flirts. I may never know because the only time I’ve seen him interact with other women was in the classroom, and he obviously wasn’t flirting with the moms.

But in order to not lose our friendship, I can pretend like I wasn’t embarrassed out of my mind as long as he can pretend I never asked him out. It can just be something we sweep under the rug and leave there to suffocate.

The next few weeks are still awkward, but Spencer and I still talk, well text. Written communication is much less confrontational than verbal.

Spencer: Do you want to grab lunch on Saturday? I need to talk to you.

Oh fuck, here we go. The awkward “You’ve ruined our friendship, and it’s not the same anymore” talk. I know this one all too well because my I had to have it with one of my old best friends.

We were friends for years and years, then out of the blue, he kissed me. Honestly, I always thought he was gay because he never had a girlfriend, but apparently it was because he liked me - or was in love with me as he claimed.

But we were best friends, and I couldn’t see him as anything else. He made a point to not talk to me after I rejected his kiss, and if we did talk, it was full of short, choppy sentences on his end.

Eventually, I had to give him the aforementioned talk. It was painful for both sides.

And now I feel it coming from Spencer.

Good thing Spring Break is now approaching, and I won’t have to face him or Atlas for a whole week, not that any of this has to do with Atlas.

“Y/n,” Spencer starts. His sitting across from me at the cafe we chose to have lunch at. He looks amazing in the sweater he’s wearing, and I really wish I could put a bag over his head so I couldn’t see him; but then again I’d still see his body and his body is just as pretty as his face.

“Spencer,” I say awkwardly, trying to force out a little laugh.

He starts to talk at the same time I’m trying to say something else.

“Go ahead,” he says. Always the gentleman.

“No, you go,” I insist. “You said we need to talk, so you can talk.”

He sighs softly, some of his hair blowing back from the air. “I’m sorry.”

This time I do laugh a little. “You’re sorry? Sorry for what?”

“I’m sorry I made this so weird.”

“You made this weird? I’m the one who asked you out. If anyone made it weird, it’s me,” I say with another chuckle.

This time he joins me in the soft laugh. Spencer shakes his head. “No, no. You didn’t. I just didn’t know how to handle things after that. It’s on me for being immature about it.”

Stop making me fall for you, you asshat. “It’s not big deal. Really,” I say with an assuring smile.

He smiles back, and I’m pretty sure I could be blinded by that pretty of a sight. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I nod. “We can just pretend it never happened. I would say forget, but one of us has an eidetic memory.”

Spencer grins, rolling his eyes. “Well, that one sounds like a real pain in the ass.”

“He is,” I chuckle.

We’re back. I think.

He laughed too, and for a minute, we hold eye contact. Something in those hazel eyes tells me he wasn’t lying when he said “It’s not as if I don’t want to.” Because if I know men at all, and I’m pretty sure I do at least a little bit, it looks like Spencer definitely wants to go on that date, maybe more than that. His eyes rake down to my v neck of my top.

“Anyway,” I say with an awkward chuckle, breaking whatever the hell just happened between us. “How’s your sabbatical been?”

Spencer’s eyes snap back up to mine. “It’s been great. It’s really nice to get to be with Atlas, but I am ready to go back to work next week.”

“Next week already? Wow, time is flying by.”

“Yes, yes it is,” he nods. “Before we know it, the school year will be over”

“Oh God, don’t say that,” I laugh softly.

“I’m not ready for Atlas to be in grade school. How is he getting so old?” Spencer says, shaking his head with disbelief.

“It’s crazy how years go by so fast,” I agree. “I’m not ready to not have him in class. You didn’t hear this, but he’s my favorite.”

Spencer grins. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

—————

So I am a fucking dumbass. That’s the conclusion i’ve made after 40 years of being considered a genius.

I’m a dumbass because six years ago I made a promise, and now I want to break it. No, I crave to break it.

This woman is making me crazy. She’s consuming my mind, and the only way to not think about her is to distract myself with something else.

Which means it’s a good thing I’m back at work now. I’m on the jet, flying to Missouri and sitting next to Emily and Luke. I’m staring out the window and thinking about two things: Atlas and Y/n. Which seems to be my entire mind lately.

Atlas is at school, and Florence, his nanny, will he picking him up and taking care of him until I get home. I trust her, have for years, but every time I’m not there, I worry my mind off. Hell, I worry my mind off when I am there.

And then there’s Y/n. Y/n who every time I see, I want to grab her face in my hands and press my lips to hers. Y/n who I’d be willing to risked getting shamed upon for being with my son’s teacher just to be with her. Y/n who I can’t have because I can’t have anyone.

Maybe my promise was a good thing because I sure as hell don’t deserve her. She’s too good for me. In every way.

Maybe Lily was right to leave me. Maybe I’m too much or not enough. Y/n deserves better than what I could give her.

“You okay over there, kid?” Luke asks, eyebrows furrowed as he looks at me.

I glance over at him and nod. It’s a little funny how they still call me kid when I have my own child. That’s beside the point though.

“You sure? You look like you’re contemplating existence.”

“Maybe I am,” I shrug with a short laugh.

He looks at me even more worried.

“I was kidding, Luke.”

“But something’s up. I can tell,” he says.

“It’s not a big deal. I’ll get over it.”

“If it’s got you looking like this, then it is a big deal,” Emily chimes in.

I look over to my right, giving her a thin lipped smile. “It’s nothing.”

“You’re such a liar.”

“Fine,” I groan. “It’s… a woman.”

“Oh my God. The good doctor has lady problems?” Luke laughs.

“And that’s why I was being quiet,” I roll my eyes.

“Ignore him, go on,” JJ says.

The entire jet is now interested in my issues. Great.

I take an exasperated breath. “I like this woman… really like her…”

“That doesn’t seem like an issue,” Emily says questioningly.

“Unless she doesn’t like you back?” Luke asks.

“Well, she asked me out,” I inform them.

JJ raised her brows. “Yeah, I’m really not seeing the problem here. The girl you like asked you out. Isn’t that a good thing?”

This does probably sound stupid. They don’t know the reason why I haven’t dated anyone since Lily. In fact, I don’t think they know the real reason why Lily and I broke up. Im sure they figured it out though.

Morgan knew. And it’s times like these where I wish I still saw him every day because I think he would understand what I’m trying to say right now.

“Because I can’t be with anyone.”

“What does that mean?” Rossi asks.

“I can’t date anyone. It’s just… I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Because of Atlas?” JJ asks softly. “Because I know he’s young, but he’s mature. I think he would understand if you started dating someone. He’d understand that she isn’t his mom, but you care for her.”

JJ’s a mother. She gets this. Part of it at least.

“I can’t bring someone into his life that may not be there permanently,” I say in a low voice. “I don’t want him to be sad because I brought someone into his life that isn’t going to be there forever. He’s different. He doesn’t process things the way other people do.

I can tell by the way they’re looking at me that they know I’m not just talking about Atlas; I’m talking about myself. I let someone in that isn’t here to stay. I’m not sure if I can handle someone leaving again. Not after there’s been so many: my dad, Elle, Gideon, Emily more than once, and then Lily.

I hate the looks of sympathy my friends/coworkers are giving me. I want to hide away and push this out of my mind.

“Spencer,” Tara says gently. “You can’t not allow yourself to be happy just because there’s a chance at potential heartbreak. That’s just how life works. We let people in, and they either stay a part of our lives or they don’t. And nine times out of ten, when they don’t it’s a good thing.”

“Are those real statistics or guesses?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Spencer!” Emily rolls her eyes, but laughs a little.

“Sorry,” I chuckle. “Okay. Can we stop talking about my thing now? Let’s change the subject.”

“If you promise to think about it.”

“Think about what?” I ask.

“Letting her in. Giving it a chance,” Tara tells me.

I nod my head that’s that. We change the topic.

—————

It’s Spring Break, and Spencer and I haven’t talked in a week and a half. I’m not sure what’s up with him, but I don’t want to brother him in case he’s working.

So instead, I occupy my time with books, friends, and iced coffee. The usual, really.

I wish I knew what went on inside Spencer’s mind. At least about me. His words say one thing but his eyes say another.

He says he can’t and that we’re just friends, but when he thinks I’m not paying attention, I catch him looking at me for a little too long. I catch his eyes raking down my body. With any other man I’d be a little offended, but I want him to undress me with his eyes. I want him to picture me without my pretty blouses and cute pants. I want him to enjoy the thought.

I’m starting to think about him way too much. Maybe I’m touched starved or suffering from attention deprivation, but I want him even more now than I did before.

But I don’t just want him for his looks or for his sex appeal. I want him for him. Because he’s a great person, and I think he’d make an excellent boyfriend.

But maybe he doesn’t want a girlfriend. Maybe he just wants to stay single or focus on Atlas, which is totally understandable. Or maybe he’s had a bad history with relationships; I may not be a profiler like him, but I kind of sense some relationship baggage. And then there’s the possibility that he just doesn’t like me, but (not to sound cocky) I doubt it.

Maybe I should just quit pining over him. Men with emotional baggage aren’t exactly the best in relationships. They’re projectors. I don’t think Spencer would be this way, but I don’t really know do I?

The much needed week off is way too short, and I’m back in the classroom with the kiddos. After math and science, I let them tell me and each other what they did over the break.

Atlas says his daddy was gone to work, but he seems happy when the kids say his dad being an FBI agent is really cool.

Speaking of his dad, I wonder how he’s doing or if he’s back home. We haven’t texted in a while, and I’m starting to feel like I’ve done something wrong. I decide to text him to see what’s up.

—————

Y/n’s name and number pop up on my phone screen, and I can’t help but smile a little. I’ve missed her.

Y/n: Hey, what’s up?

Spencer: Just waiting for school to get out. I got home late yesterday, so Atlas was already in bed.

Y/n: Awh I’m sorry. I’m sure he’s excited to see you. And this is going to sound a little silly but I almost thought you ghosted me.

Ghosting: When a person cuts off all communication with their friends or the person they're dating, with zero warning or notice before hand.

I know this slang term from being around the younger generations so much on cases.

A ping of guilt jabs me in the chest. She thought I was blowing her off. I find myself not wanting her to feel any type of sadness ever again.

Spencer: What? No, of course not. I’ve just been busy.

Y/n: If you want to get together to catch up, I’m free this weekend?

Spencer: I don’t think I can this weekend. I’m taking Atlas to the zoo. He likes animals.

I realize it may sound like I’m blowing her off.

Spencer: Next weekend may work for me though. If the offer still stands?

Y/n: See you next weekend:)

I smile to myself.

I haven’t been that busy. Well, I have but not too busy to not text. The truth is, I’ve been avoiding her a little. I still don’t know what to do about the promise and me liking her, so I’ve been pushing her aside. I feel bad, really bad, but I don’t know what else to do.

For all I know, she’s probably lost interest in me by now. I turned her down, and I know some people are able to move on really fast after that. What if she’s already seeing someone else?

Now, a ping of jealousy jabs at my chest.

God, I’m a mess.

“So how was work?” Y/n asks me, a friendly smile on her face. A smile I have grown to adore.

“It was good. This case took a little longer than expected, but overall it was successful,” I inform her.

She nods, taking a sip from her coffee.

“How was your work?” I ask.

“It’s been good. The kids are progressing, some more than others, but that’s how it always is,” she says.

Just as I’m about to say something else, she says, “I think the school is talking about moving Atlas up to second grade next year, but you didn’t hear that from me. They’re planning to call you and see what your thoughts are.”

“Really?” I grin softly. “Wow. I mean he’s already younger than the kids in his class, but I suppose that’s a hypocritical reason for me to say no. I was 12 when I graduated.”

“High school?” Her pretty eyes widen at me.

I can’t help but chuckle. “Mhm.”

“Damn, Spencer. I knew you were brilliant, but damn. That’s five years younger than I was. Five whole years,” she laughs with disbelief.

I blush, enjoying the slight praise she’s giving me.

The lunch goes on, and the two of us talk about whatever our words lead to next.

“Hey, Atlas,” I call for my son then pat the couch cushion next to me. “Come here.”

He puts his action figure down and joins me on the couch.

“I have to ask you something.”

“What?” He looks up at me curiously.

“So you know how I told you promises are meant to be kept?”

He nods, looking at me as if to ask “Where is this going, Dad?”

“So Daddy made a promise a while ago, and I’m not sure if I should still keep it.”

“It depends on the promise,” he says. Not what I was expecting. “Would breaking it hurt anyone?”

“Not physically, but there’s a potential that it might emotionally later down the road,” I tell him.

Atlas ponders on that.

“But it may not. And it may make me very happy.”

“If it makes you happy, then I think it’s okay. But I don’t know, you did promise.”

Exactly where I’m at on this situation, kid.

“What if I did a trial run, huh?” I ask. “I break the promise just for a little bit, and if it goes well, the promise is long forgotten.”

“But, Daddy you said you don’t forget anything.”

“Metaphorically forgotten,” I correct myself.

He nods. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

Atlas nods again. “What was the promise?”

“How about I tell you if it’s metaphorically forgotten?”

He furrows his eyebrows. “Fine. Can I go read now?”

“Yep,” I nod and ruffle his wavy hair.

I’m going to talk to her soon. I’m going to break, well, bend the promise. If things go smoothly, then it’s broken for good. But if not, then I’ll put a bandaid on that damn promise and never bend it again.

That’s a lot of pressure.

Good thing Easter is coming up. Y/n isn’t having a full easter party for the kids and parents, but I know she’s doing something for just the kids. So I have a plan.

—————

I’m done with this shit. I know there’s something between us, and he can’t deny it anymore. He can turn me down again, but he can’t say there isn’t some type of spark going through the both of us.

Text time I see him, I’m going to tell him to quit being a child and start owning up to it. It just may be a little difficult to be stern when he’s so goddamn pretty.

There’s a knock on my classroom door just as I’m packing up to leave. I just cleaned the room since Easter eggs and plastic grass was scattered across the floor.

I open the door. Spencer. Well, maybe this is my time.

“Hey,” he says with a soft grin.

“Hey, where’s Atlas?” I ask.

“I just dropped him off for a play date with Henry and Michael…. we need to talk.”

“Yes we do,” I say. I decide to go for it. “Me first. Spencer, you can’t keep pretending that there isn’t something between us,” I gesture from me to him and back to me with my pointer finger. “You can reject me all you want, but I know the truth. I like you. I want you. And I know you feel something like that too, so can you please just for one minute stop with the ‘I can’ts’ and ‘We’re just friends’ bullshit, because that’s what it is. Bullshit. And I know you’ve probably been through something that’s made you this way, but it’s okay to let people in. Actually in life, we kind of all have to suck it up and let people in.”

He laughs softly. Actually laughs. My face turns beat red, and I’m both embarrassed and angry. This isn’t funny.

“Are you done?” He asks, and I kind of want to strangle him for that.

“Excuse me?”

“I mean,” Spencer chuckles, licking his lips. “Is that all? Because what I’m about to do has to do with what you just said, but I don’t want to cut you off.”

For a moment, I think he’s going to kiss me, but instead he hands me something.

“What the hell am I supposed to do with an Easter egg, Spencer? Do you know how many of these I’ve cleaned up today.”

He chuckles again, running a hand through his hair. “Open it.”

Expecting to find chocolate, I open the pink and yellow egg. There’s a folded up piece of paper. I unfold it, and a grin grows on my face when I read it. I shake my head, laughing softly.

The note reads:

Yes, I will go on a date with you.

And there’s a drawn on Easter bunny to the side of the sentence. He definitely drew it himself.

“You know,” he says, “if the offer still stands.”

I fight the urge to scream “Yes!” in his face. “I don’t know. Usually response times take less than an hour. This one took two months.”

Spencer’s face turns red, and he chuckles nervously. “Do I not get a grace period?”

“I suppose,” I say dramatically. “Only because you’re so cute.”

The red of his face deepens. “Oh yeah?”

Butterflies. Everywhere.

“Mhm. Now ignore what I said earlier because I’m a little embarrassed.”

Spencer grins. “Hmm no. It was kind of hot.”

I walk up to him, my arms resting on top of his shoulders. “Oh?”

“Mhm. Badass,” he nods, smiling down at me.

I stare up at him, my breath getting caught in my throat when I see him lean down closer to me. His face is not even an inch away from mine. He’s still hesitant, still anxious.

It’s me who closes the gap between our lips. I may have been the one to kiss him first, but he takes the lead. His lips are crashing into mine as if he’s been waiting for a long time to do this. I know I have. His hands are cupping the sides of my face, and I feel like he’s devouring me, but I like it. I like how hungry he is. I like being craved.

We don’t even care if a custodian or the principal comes in right now, all we care about is this kiss, is each other. Lips, teeth, and tongue collide together, and my heart is skipping so many beats I might go into cardiac arrest.

I’m the one to pull away too. I look up at him, and his eyes stay closed briefly until he meets my gaze with a smile.

“I’ve wanted this since we met,” I whisper, licking my lips, tasting him.

“Me too.” His words are just as soft as mine.

Spencer is backing me toward my room, but he doesn’t stop kissing me. His hands unbutton my blouse as we move. We finally make it to my bedroom, and neither of us care to shut the door. I live alone, so it doesn’t matter.

We’ve been dating for nearly two months now, and we haven’t had sex yet, not for any particular reason just that we haven’t had the opportunity to. But tonight, with Atlas with his friends and summer break having just started… well, here we are.

The rest of our clothes come off in between kisses and touches. We’re eager, craving each other.

Spencer sits down, watching me take off my panties and kick them to the side. I grip onto his shoulders and swing my leg over him, straddling his lap. Our mouths find each other again, like they’re finding their way home.

The touching and teasing from both parts gets to be too much after a while of his fingers crazy the bundle of nerves inbetween my legs and my hands playing with his length.

Soon enough, he’s slipping on a condom, and I’m lowering myself onto him. We both let out moans as he enters me.

I bite my lip, trying to be quiet. It’s been too long since either of us have done this.

Spencer grabs my chin gently and forces my teeth to release my lip from its confinement.

“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you,” he says, his voice so low and raspy that my already pulsing core gets butterflies.

I begin rocking my hips back and forth slowly, and his hands caress my body wherever they feel fit. Both of our sounds are filling the apartment, and we don’t even care if we’re disturbing my neighbors.

After a while of slow movements, Spencer decides to take control. He pulls me close to him, my chest right in his face, his arm wrapped around my back. His other arm leans behind him, stabilizing the both of us. He bucks his hips up quickly and harsh, making my moans grow louder. Spencer‘s mouth takes hold of my nipple, and the sensation is amazing.

My hands roam his back, nails scratching down it.

“Shit, Y/n…” he says breathlessly. “I’m about to come.”

I whine, tugging at his hair. “Me too.”

The two of us finish, one right after the other. After we’re all cleaned up, and our breaths are mostly caught, we lay down in my bed. Spencer’s head rests on my tits, and my nails scratch his back, this time lightly.

“That was amazing, beautiful,” he says with a smile I can’t quite see but I can feel.

I grin, blowing my sweat-laced hair out of my eye. “It was incredible.”

—————

In the morning, Y/n touches my face gently. “The five o’clock shadow you have going on right now is so sexy.”

I blush, a grin plastered on my face. “You in nothing but a t shirt is so sexy.”

Y/n smiles and rolls her eyes.

I spent decades building up these walls, and it only took her a few months to get through them. For six years, I was so scared of being hurt again that I almost missed out on this. I’ve learned that healing isn’t not getting hurt again, healing his knowing that you may get hurt again and still allowing yourself to live a happy life. It’s accepting what happened to you, and not forgetting but forgiving whatever self-blame you hold in your heart.

I’m on the healing journey, and Atlas is too even if he doesn’t know it, and I’m glad Y/n is here with us. I’m glad I was able to break the vow I took years ago. I guess some promises are better off broken.

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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I Saw Her First | Shelby Brothers x Reader

(It’s tough finding gifs for these, but this one kinda fit I guess)

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Shelby Brothers x reader (headcannons)

Summary: How the Shelby brothers would react to their brother having a crush on the same woman as they do.

Warnings: a little bit of fighting and maybe a bad word or two

Word Count: 977

A/N: so this is my first time doing proper headcannons. I hope that I’ve done it correctly. Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in stories similar to this one!

———

-Arthur-

• it's Tommy who tries to come in and catch the eye of the girl Arthur's had his sights on for the longest time.

• this is right after Grace up and left, and (Y/N) was there to offer him some solace.

• Tommy takes this as his way to maybe find someone who truly cares about his feelings and well-being, since that's what he thought that Grace was doing.

• and so he attempts to make his move and romance her into going on a date with him.

• Arthur's none too happy when he finds out that this has happened.

• he's been secretly pining for (Y/N) for months now, and although they spent a lot of time together, he never got up the courage to ask her out.

• so he's absolutely pissed when (Y/N) tells him (yes she tells him because they pretty much tell each other everything) that his brother had asked her on a date.

• he goes to find Tommy immediately and does not care that he's speaking with another Peaky boy when he finds him; he just starts yelling at him.

• and the Peaky boy sees himself out of the conversation immediately because he's not about to get caught in the crossfire.

• heated words are exchanged before Arthur rears back and punches Tommy in the face.

• this makes a wrestling match ensure; the two Shelby brothers rolling around on the ground while hurling insults at each other.

• Polly's the one who comes in to break it up (of course) and when she asks what this is all about, Tommy's the one to tell her — "Arthur's pissed because I'm able to admit my feelings for (Y/N) and he's not"

• and Polly just clicks her tongue and shakes her head at the two men. "Arthur just grow some balls and ask her out. I know you've been after her for bloody months. You know that he's got feelings for her, Thomas, therefore she's off limits. Now we need the both of you out here, the books are backing up," she settles the dispute, shaking her head as she leaves the room.

• Arthur and Tommy send a glance in each other's direction, silently deciding to call a truce before they leave the room.

• that night, Arthur was able to admit his feelings for (Y/N), who, not surprisingly, returned them to him. All it took was a fight with his brother to realize that he could be with her.

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-John-

• with John, it's Finn who tries to move in on (Y/N).

• this is later in the timeline of the series, so Finn's like fifteen/sixteen years old. He’s acting just like every other boy his age does...and his sights are set on (Y/N).

• (Y/N) and John had been talking for a bit, but they don't have a label or any super serious feelings towards each other. They've been good friends for a long time and have only now decided to shift from platonic to romantic.

• so Finn knows (Y/N), and she's always been rather sweet to him because he's the baby of the family and just...how can you not be sweet to the boy who always seems to be left out?

• and so one day Finn approaches (Y/N) and tells her that he's interested in her. And she's shocked because first off, there's a bit of an age difference between them, and secondly, she's literally talking with his older brother.

• she feels flattered though and tells him that although she has love for him, she doesn't see him in that light.

• and then she goes to tell John...who's immediately ready to go rip his younger brother a new one.

• but (Y/N)'s able to stop that too — she assures him that she only sees Finn as a younger brother and could never imagine being with anyone other than who she's with at the moment *cough* John *cough*

• John becomes overly happy by her statement and formally asks her to be his girlfriend right there.

• of course she accepts, and then she may or may not have to hold John back from going to find Finn so that he could rub it in his face.

——

-Tommy-

• with Tommy, I'm thinking that John would show interest in the girl that he's been seeing but hasn’t made things official with yet.

• they (John and (Y/N)) both have the same sense of humor, and they’re always trying to one-up each other’s jokes and whatnot.

• John’s also there for (Y/N) when Tommy’s off on business...he sees that she gets sad whenever his brother goes, so he’s happy to be there to fill the gap and bring her cheer.

• when Tommy notices John getting a little too close to his girl, he becomes rather jealous.

• of course, he storms into where John is in the betting shop and launches a tirade about him closing in on the woman he’s been interested in.

• and John’s like “woah, pump the breaks here” and then admits that while he had been interested in (Y/N), he wasn’t going to make a move because he knew that she was already being pursued by Tommy.

• when (Y/N) finds out about Tommy’s little jealous episode, she finds it funny.

• actually, she and John often joke about it when they’re around Tommy as a way to push his buttons.

• this happens after Tommy asked her to officially be his girl, and every time after their finished with it, she leans over, puts her hand on his thigh and presses a kiss to his cheek before saying: “we’re just teasin’ you, baby,” with the most innocent look on her face.

• and Tommy just purses his lips and shakes his head because there’s really nothing that he can do...not until they're alone, at least.

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shadystarlightgentlemen · 2 years

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Gravity Falls Headcanons

Bill calls Ford, Icarus

Ford calls Mabel ‘sunshine’ and ‘princess’

Dipper sometimes sneaks out the house with Stan to go star gazing on the roof, they just talk about anything and everything

Mabel knows Fords hand size and makes him handmade gloves for when he’s self conscious about his hands and/or in public

Stan had a pet parrot when he was in high school

He named him Mr. Pickles

Stan tried to go to college a few time but either chickened out or had to skip town because the police were catching up

He eventually gave up trying

Ford had a fling with McGugget in college

Dipper and Robbie usually don’t get along but one time when Wendy was gone for a family trip, Dipper invited Robbie over to the shack for a horror movie marathon and they actually had fun (and also figured out that Robbie likes romcoms)

Mabel makes a new sweater everyday, sometimes makes one based on a person (she made a sweater for Lazy Susan made entirely out of cat hair) or a feeling she had that day (she once made a sweater entirely out of glittery fabric because she said she ‘felt like the crab from Moana’)

Pacifica and Mabel are dating but have to hide it from Pacifica’s parents because their homophobic (though if you ask a few of the guys around town, they’ll say Preston is a ‘wild cowboy’)

The Pines family tends to stay very far away from saying Bills name for the sake of each other except on certain days where they gather together and trauma dump to finally get the weight off their shoulders and just hug each other while watching Disney movies

When Bill would posses Ford in their early days, he would be violent but very flirtatious. This caused some old feelings in McGugget to return and eventually ask Ford out on a date, which he accepted but it never went further

While he was in between dimensions, Ford has been held hostage countless times and almost became a king of an entire planet

Filbrick abused Ford and Stan, mostly verbally and sometimes physically

Sherrie was a very protective brother but unfortunately wasn’t around when Stan and Ford started getting abused by their dad so when he came home after being in the military and he found out what happened, he nearly beat the shit out of Filbrick and gave Ford a serious talking to

Wendy is full on gay panic

She dated Robbie at first because she liked him but when high school started again, she quickly realized that testosterone was not her cup of tea

Wendy’s a lesbian, Stan’s bisexual, Ford’s panromantic and asexual, Dipper’s questioning, and Mable is pansexual

Bud and Stan used to date

Stan’s always wanted kids but once he was kicked out, he was never able to settle down and he was always afraid that he’d screw it up or be kicked out again

He still wants kids but he doesn’t think he deserves it anymore and with his age, he doubts he’d be able to land anyone with kids that are still kids

Besides, he’s got Dipper and Mable, his hands are already full during the summer (though he won’t admit it, he wishes he could keep them forever, he loves them so much and cries every time they leave)

Stan goes with Ford into the woods to see mythical creatures every chance he gets, wanting to make up for lost time

About a week before Mable and Dipper leave, the Pines family has a day where they all go out and sleep under the stars, telling fun stories of the summer and relaxing

After Gideon accepted Mable doesn’t like him, he and Mable became best friends and have countless makeovers, sometimes with Pacifica

Wendy teaches Dipper how to live in the woods and protect himself from wild animals

Ford takes Mable on small adventures to have mindless fun (he won’t admit it, but he’s considered her as his favorite from time to time)

Stan teaches Dipper how to box

Stan secretly threatens any bullies Dipper and Mable may have by just standing out in their front yard and ducking away when their parents come to check only to reappear doing something crazy like petting one of his fake attractions

Ford used to help Stan through panic attacks during school and would fight, albeit lose, kids that would talk down to Stan

#stanford pines #stan pines #mable pines #dipper pines #bill cypher #gravity falls #grunkle ford #grunkle stan #headcanon #gravity falls headcanons #making this made me sad #i miss them #gideon gleeful #bud gleeful #preston northwest #pacifica northwest #pacifica and mable #wendy courderoy

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manofmanymons · 3 months

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may you share some takuma x kaito hcs i am in drought and dying

Yeesus do I need to start writing about them again is the takuma x kaito fandom okay al;kfjdaklj I thought was getting too annoying about them but maybe not???

first things first in case you missed any of the other times I rambled aggressively about them

here's the most recent time someone asked about them <3

here's a post from that time someone (multiple someones? all the same anon? I'll never know) was asking about marriage hcs 💍

here's a time I was just randomly babbling about them :P

this isn't a hc but just a scene that haunts my brain a lot >w<

this post talks about multiple ships but they're in it 💃🏻

here is a short fic that's like 90% just me shoving hcs in your face 📝

and since we're already shamelessly self plugging here's the first thing I ever wrote about them teehee

OKAY SO

GETTING TO THE ACTUAL POST NOW LMAO

several pre-relationship hcs

Dracmon knows the idiots are crushing on each other before either of them figures it out. Agumon can tell that there's something different about the way Takuma talks about Kaito but he's not sure exactly what it is.

Y'know that scene where if you pick the wrong dialogue, Kaito will get all pouty if Takuma says people would like him more if he softened up his speech or looks a little? I imagine Kaito might briefly worry about if Takuma would actually like him better that way. In the end he doesn't change, obviously, but the realization that he likes someone enough that he considered changing for them for even a second gets him angry and a little embarrassed. How dare Takuma make him have Stupid feelings.

Literally every single one of their friends (and most of the kemonogami) knows Kaito has a crush on Takuma. They have the restraint not to make fun of him for it, but they very much ALL know. They'll even try to subtly (why does that not look like a real word) play wingman for him, making excuses for why those two should be alone together or asking Takuma about his thoughts on romance and if he likes anybody. Takuma only realizes that's what they were doing in hindsight years later. Kaito never notices even though he's the one they were trying to help lmao.

At least some of them have bet on how long it would take them to get together.

Fuck it I don't talk nearly enough about idiot pining Kaito. He likes Takuma so much it's embarrassing. Miu has sent pictures to their friends' secret groupchat that doesn't have Kaito or Takuma in it of the stupid way he smiles when Takuma texts him. Ryo caught him on video trying to strangle Takuma for calling him adorable once. He will secretly replay the part of the video where Takuma calls him adorable when he's alone because he likes hearing it. Lowkey sped past the cute, silly "butterflies in your stomach" kind of crush straight to the "my heart hurts when you're here yet aches worse when you're gone" kinda head over heels. He would die before admitting it, even to Dracmon. We love a boy who's just a tiny bit pathetic alkdja

I swear I'm not tryna be hardcore delulu playing the game with ship goggles on but like...Every time I think about that time where he gets mad at Takuma for being too close to Miu, but instead of complaining about him being too protective, Miu remarks that it looks like he really wanted to spend time with Takuma, it just kinda reads like he was perhaps a little bit jealous. Most mentally sane and emotionally stable way of expressing that you want your friend to pay attention to you.

I think it's hilarious that Kaito's voice is so goddamn deep for a 14 year old. I also think it a contributing factor to Takuma's crush on him. Like "wow that guy sounds cool."

Anywho, established relationship part

For the first few years post-canon, they keep going back and forth between who's taller. Takuma doesn't really mind either way, but Kaito hates being shorter. Solely because of how funny his reactions are, Takuma will jokingly call Kaito "little" whenever he's taller, even if it's only by 1cm. "My precious little boyfriend," "my little love," etc. Kaito hates this. He does not hate how happy Takuma sounds when he's saying it.

Usually when they're in public, people assume they're friends. Kaito is unbothered by this. Takuma does not like the way people look at his boyfriend. Again I really don't think he's the jealous type in the sense of ever legitimately worrying about anyone stealing his bf away or minding it when Kaito spends time with Not Him, but I could see him getting irritated if anyone openly stared at or god forbid flirted with his bf in front of him. Bc like real talk for a second, outside a shitty small town, you cannot tell me that no one aged 13-17 would crush on Kaito just from looking at him. Way too many angsty teens in the world.

Freaking cat boy constantly lies on top of whatever Takuma's working on and falls asleep.

They are secretly both the "would you still love me if I was a worm" boyfriend.

Bf who overthinks x bf who rarely thinks things through

Obsessed with Takuma constantly thinking of 2-4 different ways to respond during conversations being how he actually thinks and not just a game mechanic. The patience it takes for Kaito to cope with being stared blankly at for 10 seconds after asking for a kiss bc Takuma's too busy wondering if he should ⬅️ tell him he doesn't need to ask next time, ⬆️ just kiss him, or ➡️ ask if he's sure he wants one. As if Kaito didn't already feel dorky enough for asking. "Why would he ask?" HE'S ALLOWED TO PROPERLY ARTICULATE WHAT HE WANTS SOMETIMES INSTEAD OF WAITING AROUND FOR TAKUMA TO MAKE THE FIRST MOVE OKAY BUT HE WAS STILL SCARED OF DOING IT WITHOUT ASKING FIRST

Dracmon really does trust Takuma a lot and is more or less the captain of this ship. He still threatened to kill him if he ever hurt his partner when they first got together. Even when your bestie can turn into a mechanical dragon with cannons, something about a 10+ foot demon pointing a gun at you and telling you he would not hesitate if you screwed this up will really set ya straight.

Most of the time they hang out, they do whatever Takuma wants to. It sounds bad, but Kaito just really hates making decisions and really likes being around Takuma regardless of what they're doing. It took Kaito confirming this for Takuma's mom to stop getting on him about it though.

As close as they are, Takuma knows and doesn't mind that there are some things Kaito is always going to want to do with Miu instead of him, and Kaito knows and doesn't mind that there are some things Takuma is always going to want to do with Minoru.

Uhhh they are,,,very silly. Kaito high key one of those kids who decided he was too old for a lot of things when he was still really young, so sometimes Takuma has to force him to act his age and/or make up for lost childhood. Of course, Takuma himself has a tendency to think he's older than he actually is, but sometimes Kaito sounds so much like a tired adult that even he knows that's not normal.

Kaito has a lot of biases regarding how dumb he thinks romance is that he has to get over now that he's in a relationship. He's about to call someone else's big romantic gesture stupid until Takuma comments on how sweet it is and he has to go "yeah, real cute" instead. He's trying his best guys he really is.

...Several love songs have wormed their way into his playlists since dating Takuma. Some were even there since back when he just had a crush. Many are a result of Takuma sending him songs and saying "this made me think of you." Don't tell anyone. He only listens to rock and metal, he swears.

Sorry besties I cannot think of anything else rn I'm sure there's more but I'm eepy

#digimon survive #kaito shinonome #takuma momozuka

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