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Earth Kills Moon

Dark!Gojo Satoru x reader

Word count: 6.3k

Part two of Sun Eats Moon

Synopsis: A retelling of Sun Eats Moon in Suguru's perspective

(Warnings: forced relationships, bullying, non con touching, non con kissing)

Suguru liked you.

It wasn't even a crush. A passing interest, maybe. You were pretty. You had a nice smile. Though, he'd never directly spoken to you, he could tell that you were kind. Not in the artificial cherry most people were. Natural, like honey, never spoiling. You share the same homeroom as Satoru, and he'd always tended to be observant, unlike his friend. One thing he liked about you was how observant you were. You were constantly looking out for your friends, mere acquaintances, and everyone in your vicinity. Often, Suguru wondered if being a people-pleaser was natural or from a fear of not fitting in.

Suguru is observant. He notices the lingering gaze Satoru gives you when you walk away, hurrying to catch up with the rest of your friends. Satoru then turns back to the carton of chocolate milk you'd left him.

"Cute," Satoru says after a minute. It's more of an afterthought than anything. He pops the carton open. Suguru hears the fabric tear. He hums in agreement. The topic switches to something else, a hot celebrity maybe? Suguru can't remember. That day had been so insignificant to him. It hadn’t mattered to him for Suguru to remember anything further.

A few days later, Suguru noticed Satoru was spending a lot more time with you.

It was hard not to notice, actually. His friend attached himself to you like he'd die if he couldn’t. Satoru went everywhere with you now. Suguru caught him walking you from school, offering you rides in his new car, following you to the lunch hall. And if he couldn’t go to where you were, he’d drag you back to him. Watching you and Satoru was a bit like watching two magnets. North pole and South pole. So different, yet constantly finding the other.

“Tryna’ run away from me, now?” Satoru asks, a teasing lilt in his voice as he watches you fiddle with your bag.

You laugh, continuing to fish out your lunch box. “Just grabbing lunch.”

“Eat with us,” Satoru insists, “we found a great spot up at the rooftop.”

You meet Suguru’s gaze just then. He’d been silently lounging on a nearby desk, observing the two of you. He gives a smile. You return it. Polite. He wonders if your mother taught you to smile like that.

“I thought students weren’t allowed up there?” You ask Satoru.

The boy rolls his eyes. “So, who cares? It’ll be fun.”

You pause, right then. The tiniest of hesitation. Suguru wonders if you’re noticing just how different you and Satoru were. You, the people pleaser, meek, always more than willing to bend towards authority. Satoru was rougher, more resilient, uncaring of signs and rules. The gap between the two of you is astronomical. Could you feel it as well?

Whatever you’re thinking, it’s gone in a moment. You rise, giving Satoru another laugh. To Suguru, it sounds pretty.

“Well, have fun for me. Besides, I can’t ditch my friends. They’re waiting for me.”

With that, you give both him and Satoru a tiny wave, before disappearing out of the classroom. Suguru waves back. Satoru doesn’t. Instead, he keeps his eyes on your back until he can’t see you anymore.

“Got ditched again, hm?” Suguru teases. Satoru only groans, tossing his head back as he leans dangerously on the chair.

“Always leavin’ me for ‘em, too,” he complains, “so fuckin’ annoyin’.”

Suguru can only smile, getting up to follow his friend out the door. He can barely count how many times he’d seen this before, each with a different person. It starts the same. Satoru will cling onto you for a couple more days, and then ask you out. When you say yes, he’d date you for a few weeks before eventually getting bored and dumping you.

It’s a cruel cycle, something that’s just an inevitability with Gojo Satoru. The boy can’t stay in one place, he’s constantly moving around, never one to stop. For Satoru, Suguru was the most permanent thing in his life. Which made sense, they were pretty similar in terms of ideals.

A cruel cycle, and Suguru feels a tiny bit of sympathy for you. You were sweet, unlike the type Satoru typically went for. Honey. Natural. Truthfully, Suguru was a little disappointed as well. The type of disappointment he’d feel when someone took the last crab stick before he could. A fleeting feeling, one that ultimately wouldn’t matter.

◉

From the day they first met, Suguru knew one thing: Gojo Satoru has never been told no before.

It made sense. He was the only child to one of the most powerful families in the country. Spoiled from day one, some could say. Satoru grew up knowing nothing but wealth and prosperity. They met when they were both still in elementary school, still with high-pitched voices and large eyes. Suguru’s family was fairly affluent as well. Now that Suguru thinks back, perhaps their meeting had been orchestrated by meddling parents in order to form more connected. It didn’t matter, either way. It had benefitted all three parties, after all.

Yes, Suguru knew from the moment Satoru pointed at him and declared him his ‘best friend’, that Satoru had never been told no before.

Satoru was the Sun. The universe revolved around him, catered to him. Suguru supposed he wasn't much better considering he too spoiled his best friend in that sense. They were different. They'd been born different, coming from families who cherish them with wealth and power. Suguru supposes it was natural for them to be so intertwined. Like calls for like.

Suguru isn’t aware of the exact details, but he knows you rejected Satoru.

The boy doesn’t have to tell him. His friend is uncharacteristically quiet during that weekend. He has no interest in the arcade, or the next basketball tournament his team is going to compete in. Satoru just sits on top of Suguru’s bed, casually sucking on a carton of chocolate milk. Suguru glanced down at the abandoned PlayStation remote. He’d lost yet another game against his dark-haired friend with no complaints. Satoru didn’t even play

You’d really done a number on him, Suguru thinks to himself. Suguru would assume it’s heartbreak, but he knows his friend better than that. Something burns in his chest, but he’s pushing it away before he can figure out why. Nipping it in the bud. It was a cruel thought. A bad one. He should ignore it.

Well, it’s done. It doesn’t matter anyway. Satoru would eventually get over it. He’s not known to sulk.

He’s not there to see what Satoru tells them, but he’s there to see the effects.

It starts out small. Or perhaps just not noticeable enough. Gojo Satoru has always attracted attention, whether it was satisfactory or not. Lackeys, Satoru often calls them because they're too far beneath him to even be called equals.

Suguru notices their sudden interest in you before even you can. A harsh word here and there. Giggling at the word 'easy'. You peacefully trek on, not noticing the abuse until it turns physical. That starts at the end of Monday.

By Tuesday, they're already shoving you down each chance they get. You get surprised when it happens the first time, then the second, then the third. You have soft skin, plushy, Suguru could tell. He wondered if it was getting marked now. He wonders if you go home, peeling of your uniform, staring at the bruises of hands on your skin because you’re so fragile.

(They never go too far, not enough to completely injure. Suguru knows this because one time, one of the idiots had pushed you too hard. You’d stumbled, nearly hitting the back of your head with a metal locker. Satoru had seen. Suguru doesn’t know what Satoru did, but that particular one was gone the next time and the rest got the memo to scare, not injure.)

Satoru never takes part in this, but he keeps an eye on you sometimes. Tuesday evening comes and they both silently watch you through a window. You move through an empty hall, before they arrive again, slapping your binders out of your hands, chortling with each other. They're too far away to hear, but Suguru could bet it would sound like nails scraping against a chalkboard.

Out of the corner of his eye, Suguru watches his best friend. Satoru looks impassive, face blank as he stares down at your figure. Akin to a child watching ants burning through a magnifying glass, instilled with that innate desire to see them explode into ash.

When the lackeys leave, you bend down on the floor, collecting your stuff. Your hair covers your eyes, so he can't see your expression, but he can see your shoulders tremble. Were you-

A corral of people run to you. They lean down, picking up the stuff you had missed. You look up, your eyes are shiny but you're laughing when they say something. You wipe at your eyes, standing up as they lead you out of the hallway. Suguru had seen them hanging out with you before. They all seemed like they supported each other, supported you.

Suguru feels his frown deepen, conflicted. He doesn’t like it.

"It's not nice to pick on the weak, Satoru," he quietly says.

Satoru's eyes trail your figure out the door. He gives a small hum.

By Wednesday, your friends disappear from your side.

The abuse is getting worse, noticeable to the point where the rest of the student body is heavily avoiding you. Teachers won't raise a finger at what's happening. As much as they like to preach about their 'zero tolerance for bullying', Suguru knows they'll willingly turn a blind eye when matters involve Gojo Satoru. No teacher wants to deal with the wrath the Gojo family is more than willing to unlease for the sake of their heir.

Yet, you aren't getting it. You don't break, don't bend. He can feel the humiliation roll off of you in waves, yet you don't react. Which was strange because he knew your archetype. A people-pleaser, constantly bending over backward for other's sake. You want nothing more than to become part of the crowd again, completely invisible. You’re community-oriented. You thrive off of companionship. This ostracization must be killing you. Suguru doesn't get it until he spots your face, just once, narrowed eyes, anger.

Pride. He'd forgotten other people had that too. Though, Suguru admires it, a part of him knows it shouldn’t last.

Suguru thinks he does it because he pities you. You're a little naive. Suguru has your thought process figured out. You think if you take the torment long enough, Satoru would eventually just forget about you all together. Once he's done with you, you'd focus on picking up the pieces that used to be your life. It's not a bad plan, if you weren't dealing with Gojo Satoru.

The boy is a hurricane. Fast, unrelenting, unforgiving. Satoru won't stop. He won't stop until you're ruined and broken. Turned into a mere asteroid of what you once were.

So, Suguru decides to give you a push in the right direction.

The students have already created a wide circle for you by the time he steps in, bending down, picking up the stuff you had dropped. You're silent until he hands you his pieces. He doesn't bother responding to your timid thanks.

"Give in," he tells you, watching the way your eyes widen as you look up at him.

You're weak. Physically, emotionally. He could easily pick you up with one hand, crush your body with his fist. Satoru could eviscerate your body from existence. You don't stand a chance with him. With either of them.

His advice to you is good. Reasonable. And yet, he sees the face you make, the way you slowly get up. You won’t listen. That same burning feeling in his chest starts. It's gotten more painful.

You don't listen to him until you lose nearly everything. Just as he warned you. Friday comes. You become Satoru's. And it's a little too late for everything.

◉

Suguru doesn't think you ever learn that Satoru loves messing with you.

Or, perhaps you do, but you can't help it. You're too honest, too open. He often wonders if that's how you were raised. To be honest, open, vulnerable. Your parents must have filled your thoughts with delusions, coddling you with words of cheap motivation. The world is your oyster. You just had to reach out and take it.

Maybe now you're finally realizing, sitting on Satoru's lap, that all men aren't created equal.

Clearly, you weren't happy about it. Yet, you aren't complaining, sitting there pliantly legs firmly crossed, hands curled into tiny fists, staring rigidly on the floor. The first few times Satoru had done this in public, you were always biting your lip, tears threatening to fall. Now, Suguru thinks you just dissociate, coming back when Satoru laughs at something, jostling you in his arms.

It's a bit like watching a helpless bird on the ground, twitching and spasming after it had just collided with a glass window. Pitiful, but there was nothing that could be done. It's the inevitability of it all that makes him pity you more than anything else, really.

Every so often, your eyes would catch his. It's a quick glance, as though you were wondering if he was watching. He can barely catch it, but Suguru is observant. Much like you. It's meaningless, and your gaze returns to the floor. Your fists tighten.

Granting you mercy, Suguru stops looking at you during those times.

He's not sure how Satoru sees you. Perhaps, you're akin to a dog for him. Though, that might not be very good for you. Satoru hadn't been very good with animals when he was younger. Satoru had always been rough with any pets he came into contact with, pushing and tugging. Suguru doubted that had changed.

Satoru's is your official title. It isn't a relationship. It's an ownership. Unequal from the start. The one who holds the leash in the end, will always be Satoru.

It took a while for you to fully learn that.

Suguru didn't mean to catch the two of you. Looking back, it was probably because Satoru couldn't care less if someone was watching. Maybe Satoru was being obvious on purpose. It was a little while after school had officially ended. Suguru knew your usual routine would place you right at the library, scrolling through books. Satoru would most likely be there too, pestering you about this and that. It's the scene Suguru prepares himself to walk into.

Instead, you're wedged in between the white-haired boy and the wall, there's no space for you to do anything but sink. You're already crying (when was the last time you smiled?), trying to pull away but Satoru isn't letting you. He's gripping you by the chin, forcing eye contact. His sunglasses are off, tucked on his collar.

Suguru's close enough to hear. You're begging. Apology after apology. It's barely a whisper, but they're spilling out of you like a prayer. He can't discern the context, but he knows enough.

You made Satoru angry.

He's still smiling, but it isn't sincere. Almost bordering on mania as he tightens his grip on you, forcing you further into the wall. Suguru doesn't think Satoru has ever hit you before, but now he's wondering if quick violence was preferable to this.

"Don't be like that," Satoru chides as another squeak leaves your lips, "Where was that smile you were givin' him, hm? C'mon, pretty girl. You were wearin' it just a second ago."

"It-it wasn't like that, I swear," you continue to plead, still not realizing that it's too late, "he was giving me his notes. Please-please Satoru-"

"Wrong answer," he cuts you off, you flinch at his harshness but Suguru decides Satoru's being nice to you. He's been known to do worse, "we've been over this before, haven't we? Or did your stupid brain forget?"

You're choking down another hiccup. It takes a minute for you to calm down enough to speak clearly. Ever impatient, Satoru's hand digs into your shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Satoru," you say, "it won't happen again."

He tilts his head, waiting. You wilt under his gaze.

"I'm sorry...’Toru."

Satoru gives a satisfied hum, pulling back and Suguru can practically see your lungs sag with relief. His mania is gone, replaced by something much more lighthearted and carefree. Suguru'd seen it before, but it was certainly something watching Satoru go from one high to the next. Even to Suguru, it's terrifying to witness.

Suguru decides to make himself known right then. He comes out of the shadows, acting as though he'd just arrived. His friend lazily gives him a wave, curling an arm around your waist. You try to scrub away your tears with your forearms, unaware of how much Suguru had seen. Another mercy Suguru grants you. He doesn't acknowledge it.

The three of you sit in the library for half an hour until you're done pretending that you're studying. When Satoru walks you home, Suguru follows. He notes that you barely hesitate to give Satoru a chaste kiss on the lips, and he wonders how often his friend has demanded one from you for you to be so casual about it.

He thinks he gets it when he and Satoru are walking on the street without you. To Satoru, you aren't a dog. You aren't a pet, something that he keeps to see bark.

No, you are just Satoru's.

◉

Towards the end of the year, Suguru realizes that Satoru loves you.

He's nicer to you, now. Suguru doesn't think you've realized how softer Satoru's gotten, but the change is there. He spots less marks on you now. The biggest evidence he has is that stolen moment of you and Satoru. You'd accidentally fallen asleep during lunch break, dozing off on your desk. Satoru was right next to you, gently pushing your hair out of your face. Satoru loves you.

You've changed too. Adapted, he should say. You cry less, now. Each time he sees you, you look more and more put together. As though, you're done mourning. The final stage of grief. Acceptance.

Despite how much nicer Satoru is to you, he's still just as clingy. Suguru notices that even now, none of your former friends speak to you. No one at school does. It's an unspoken rule to not mess with Satoru's things.

Suguru can still remember the last guy who hadn't gotten the memo. A new student. Freshly transferred. Suguru had heard the conversation. The guy was hardly interested in you. It was nothing more than small talk. The pat on your shoulder had been thoughtless at least, friendly at most.

Satoru beat him until the boy was bloody and had a broken nose. A week later, he'd transferred again.

You're off limits. To everyone but Suguru.

The Earth is the only planet capable of sustaining life within this cold solar system. It's close enough to the sun to feel the warmth, yet far enough so it doesn't burn. It's strong, too. A powerful magnetic forcefield, capable of shutting down the sun's cosmic radiation. Thus, the Earth spins happily around the Sun, surrounded by a sea of dead planets.

So, sometimes when Satoru can't walk you home. Suguru does.

It was just the beginning of spring. The school year was starting to end. The school itself was starting to slow down. Teachers were getting less and less strict, less work was given out. It didn't matter. Colleges had already been picked. They were all close to the end.

You don't say much when the two of you are alone. Suguru understands. It's hard to say much of anything when you're crushed by the weight of Gojo Satoru. But Suguru could have sworn he'd seen a flicker of relief when he came to pick you up and not his friend. You're clearly happier when it's him. Suguru decides he likes how that feels. It's a quick feeling of superiority. Something that quickly disappears when your eyes flick down.

He knows where your house is, but he lets you take the lead anyway. Suguru figures it's the least he can do, give you that sense of control when nothing you do ever really does anymore.

You and him have forged a shaky companionship. He's not sure what he is to you entirely, but you seem reliant on him in some way. it’s his fault, he thinks. He wonders if it has to do with the contraception he'd given you. He can still remember the trembling hands as you took it from him, curling the packet into your grip. That day he went home and his fingers felt strangely itchy.

Does the Earth ever wonder if it can turn the Sun?

When he asks you a question, you answer. At least you aren't mute, though Suguru doesn't think he'd blame you if you ignored him. Your voice is stilted, with enough words to answer the question, but still not enough to fully sate him.

And then, you break.

Just a bit.

A tiny piece of you shatters, and you show yourself to him.

He'd been talking about something insignificant, college, his plans. Just ramblings. Somehow, Satoru comes into the conversation and he's talking about the area of his friend's college campus, how Satoru mentioned that he's looking for apartments for the two of you to stay in. And then, you're uncharacteristically scoffing.

"Right," you say, head faced down on the sidewalk as you kick a rock, "because I'm following him there."

Suguru can't help but place the sarcasm in your voice. The bitterness. He's heard it before, but it's a fascinating thing hearing it come from you. And then Suguru realizes that you accidentally gave something away.

You were leaving.

Somehow, it never crossed Suguru's mind that you were still rebelling, even now. And yet, he can't shake off the heat in your voice, your words.

You seem to realize this too, freezing.

He lets you falter for a few more moments before giving you a reprieve.

"Satoru's idealistic like that," he let out.

Your shoulders lower, and for the sake of both you and him, he doesn't press any further.

He doesn't let himself let it go, even when he drops you home, arriving to his own house. Always cold. The mansion's lights are always off. No one's ever home. And Satoru's out of town.

It's better this way, Suguru thinks as he lies in bed, staring up at the ceiling. No distractions, he can think better, as he replays your words over and over again. You were leaving. You were leaving. You were leaving Satoru.

The night passes. When Satoru comes back to town, he's joyful as always, an arm slung around your shoulders. Suguru watches the way he coos at you, saying how much he missed you. You take his affections the way you always do, with a strained smile and wavering eyes.

You glance at Suguru. Suguru stares right back.

For a moment, Suguru thinks he understands why people are so enthralled with solar eclipses. The moon is seen as an underdog in most instances. It must be thrilling when a weak satellite can cover the sun's rays. Even for just a little bit.

Suguru doesn't tell Satoru. He pushes the burning in his chest, ignoring the itchiness in his fingers. Things are better this way, right? After all, the two of you come from completely different worlds. It's nonsensical to think otherwise.

Two weeks before graduation, you disappear without a trace.

And Satoru breaks.

It's a slow dissent. It comes in stages. The boy is angry at first, searching for you at school, when he can't find you there he loses his facade and demands where you are from your parents. They can't give him a clear answer because you're an adult now and you barely told them a thing before moving out. Suguru doesn’t think they knew what Satoru was to you. He doesn’t think they ever will.

The heat fades day by day, Week by week. Satoru starts to deflate the longer you aren't in his hold, his to mangle, and grab, and keep. He stops taking care of himself. His skin became paler, cracked lips, hollow cheeks. His eyes turn into this grayish blue that Suguru can't bring himself to look at for too long. He loses weight day by day.

Suguru had never seen him react this way before. Satoru was always shining. He was the sun. Now, the center of the solar system was dying. He can feel himself dying with it.

Satoru hadn't just loved you. Satoru had been obsessed with you. He breathed you in, inhaled your essence like oxygen. You'd been a part of him; a necessity. And then, you tore yourself away, leaving him bleeding on the concrete.

Guilt. Suguru feels it in his stomach, rising to his throat, threatening to stain his clothes. It's too late to say anything now, so he keeps it huddled deep inside of him. Suguru hopes it'll never come out. He helps the best he can, being there for his friend, his best friend.

It takes a month for Satoru to start eating properly again. A few months later he starts regaining his usual physique. The gray in his eyes stays for a bit longer than Suguru likes. Suguru supposes he should take what he can get.

A year passes like that. The evidence of what you left behind fades, like bruises disappearing on skin. Suguru and Satoru become college students. Then, they graduate.

When Satoru joins the business, Suguru, his right-hand man, his second, his best friend, is right next to him. They’ve always worked well together, but that doesn’t change as they shift into adulthood. Despite how different Suguru and Satoru were, Suguru liked to think that their personalities were stagnant; unchanging even to the times.

What Satoru feels about you remains stagnant as well.

Suguru doesn’t think about you often, these days. Barely a few times a year, when he feels nostalgic enough to get out his old high school yearbook. He’d page through, spot your smiling portrait face. He’d find himself staring at you far longer than he liked too.

At first, Suguru thought Satoru was the same. Much like how one thinks about a lost toy they cherished when they were younger. The resentment would fade with time. Satoru didn’t speak about you for years.

Suguru hadn’t expected the girls, however.

He doesn’t notice the first one. He sees her, but he doesn’t internalize it. She’s hurriedly putting on her clothes after a clearly exciting night, so Suguru respectfully averts his gaze. He’s more focused on his exasperation at how Satoru had missed yet another meeting with the board. They would be less than pleased if they discovered Satoru didn’t show up because he was hungover.

The second time it happens, Suguru has a passing thought of how familiar the girl looked, despite being sure he’d never seen her in his life.

The third time it happens, Suguru realizes all the recent girls Satoru’s been bringing strike an uncanny resemblance towards you.

It’s not anything too obvious, but all of them would look a bit like you. Most would have your skin tone, your hair. One had your eyes, not the color, rather the shape of it. Satoru had kept her around the longest.

Suguru doesn’t say anything about it. Part of him wonders if Satoru is even doing it on purpose.

Suguru loves Satoru like he would his own brother, but his recent hobby was starting to get on his nerves a bit.

“So much work,” the man complains, “Why can’t we just send all this off to Ijichi?”

“He has his own work to complete,” Suguru reprimands, “the sooner you stop complaining, the sooner we can finish.”

Satoru rolls his eyes but moves to another page of meaningless paperwork; Something that would be scanned into their system and then tucked away into a random file cabinet. They currently sat in Satoru’s grand kitchen, lounging on the barstools after Suguru had pounded Satoru’s door in. Satoru had let him in with an irritated look, complaining that it was the weekend and he had ‘stuff’ to do.

“He’s my assistant,” Satoru retorts, “my work is his work.”

“The reason why we’re in this mess in the first place is because you kept pawning off your job to the poor man in the first place. You’ve given him wrinkles from just the stress of being in your vicinity.”

“That’s insulting,” Satoru counters, “my presence is nothing but calming.”

“You do the exact opposite, actually. A black hole that sucks the soul out of everyone who hangs around you.”

“You hang around me all the time and you don’t have wrinkles.”

Suguru smiles. “It’s because I don’t respect you enough to listen to anything you’re saying.”

Satoru’s about to respond, when another voice interrupts him. Alluring, feminine.

“Satoru,” she coos, “When are you getting back here?”

From his seat, Suguru has a clear view of Satoru’s bedroom. Only her head is peeked out, and Suguru notes her bare shoulders. Your eyes, and your lips this time. She’s tilting her head, mouth curved in a coy smile.

Of course. Suguru can only roll his eyes. There’s that same burning feeling in his chest. During the years, it hasn’t really gotten any better.

“Coming, coming,” Satoru calls back, “just a minute, babe.”

“Stuff to do, hm?” Suguru drawls with amusement. Satoru flips him off.

"Worry 'bout yourself," Satoru says, "when's the last time you got any, huh? Honestly, when's the last time you've taken a break? A vacation?"

"I can't," Suguru replies, "I'm always stuck babysitting you."

“I’ve been waiting for half an hour, ‘Toru." The woman interrupts. "Can’t you just do it later?”

Suguru hadn’t even noticed it. He brushed it off, barely hearing their conversation as he shuffled around the papers.

Satoru had.

He hums. Straightening his back.

“Yeah, I’ve changed my mind. You should head on home.”

At first, he thought Satoru was talking to him. Then, he hears the woman’s annoyed huff.

“Hold on, you’re kicking me out?” She asks.

“Yeah, sorry,” Satoru says, not sounding very apologetic, “I got a lotta’ stuff to do and you’re not gonna wanna stick around.”

His tone is light, but Suguru can’t help but place a sense of annoyance in them. The anger. His posture is stiff, almost like he’s primed for a fight.

‘Toru. She called him ‘Toru.

You used to call him ‘Toru.

“Seriously, I-”

“I hate repeating myself: Get the fuck out.”

There’s silence, and then Suguru can hear her mutter to herself as she shuffles inside the room. She comes out minutes later, not quite dressed, but presentable. She shoots Satoru a glare, to which he only waves off. The door shuts with a noticable thud.

“Back to work,” Satoru says, “do you feel hot? The AC has been acting up, lately.”

He carries on like that, back to normal, as though he wasn’t about to snap just a few minutes ago. Suguru follows suit, not aknowledging the outburst, much like he doesn’t aknowledge most things regarding you.

Later, Suguru laughs about the hypocrisy of it all. Satoru brings home physical reminders of you, but he refuses the remnants of you. The most intimate parts, he’d kept hidden away from his life, yet he still wishes to touch, to feel. He wonders how you’d feel if you knew that Gojo Satoru is wrapped around your finger, even now.

◉

Satoru had done something yet again. It's always something with Gojo Satoru. Suguru should have left him to deal with the legal team himself, but here he was, trailing beside the firm’s directors as the man droned on and on how well Mr.Gojo would be well taken care of how here our clients are family. He forces himself to push away that feeling in his chest, scorching his throat. He was getting sick of the constant blabbering. He’d glanced away for just a second.

And then he saw you.

You, not some remnant, not some picture, not someone similar. You. He knew it was you. A little older, a little taller. You’d switched the high school uniform for a blouse and a pencil skirt. Suguru stares. He’s tempted to say your name, seek you out, as though you’re old friends-

He reels himself back in.

You disappear through a frosted glass door, completely unaware of his gawking. You hadn’t seen him. Good. The firm’s director didn’t notice his pause, carrying on as though nothing happened. Suguru smiles and laughs at the horrible ice breakers, but he also steals a glance at the name of the door you went through.

Later, Suguru looks up Higuruma Hiromi. A well-established lawyer. Worked at the firm for nearly a decade.

You are his sole paralegal.

Law. He had never considered it for you. Now, he thinks it’s a little fitting. He can’t help it. He looks you up. You have no social media, most likely from a remnant fear, but he finds where you went to college, what your area of study was, where else you’d worked, your life. Questions he’d had for nearly a decade he finally has an answer.

Honestly, Suguru was a little mad it was all so easy.

He can’t see the entire scope of your life, but he knows you were happy after high school, away from Satoru. You seemed happy when he caught that glimpse of you. There was a slight smile on your face, you never did that with Satoru around.

Satoru’s a little pathetic, a thought he has to concede to. He’s still hung over you, while you clearly hadn’t thought of him in years.

Suguru stares at your picture a little more.

The burning feeling comes back again. Hotter, melting.

Oh.

Suguru is disgusted by you.

You, that bitch loitering in Satoru’s bedroom, that greedy firm director. Disgust, that sick feeling crawling down his stomach, seeping into his bones. He’s disgusted by the weak.

He’s even more disgusted when they think they can defeat the strong. Decieve them.

You always thought you were better than Satoru, better than Suguru, even from the beginning. Even when you rejected him. Even when Satoru’s goons were torturing you, you still thought you could get out of it somehow. Even when Satoru had his hand on your shoulder, claws sinking into your flesh, you were still looking for a way out. It was like watching a rat trapped in a cage, pathetically sniffing around for an exit.

The weak could never escape the whims of the strong. It was a truth of the world, something he’d always known and yet it’d take a decade for him to put the words together. The weak could never make a fool of the strong.

You are weak. A mere satellite floating along, before getting trapped in the Earth’s gravitational force. Suguru could crush you with one fist. Satoru could evisirate you to atoms.

Does the Earth ever wonder if it can turn the Sun?

“I’ve put together a legal team that will represent you.”

Suguru places the neat stack of documents onto Satoru’s desk. The white-haired man barely gives them a glance. Suguru knows Satoru won’t ever look at them, even when your name is hidden somewhere within the sheets, along with Higuruma’s. Suguru wonders how long it’d take for Satoru to figure it out. It’s a shame he won’t be there to see it unfold in real-time, but perhaps, once Satoru puts the pieces together, he’ll thank him.

Here, in the present, Satoru types away at his computer, barely paying attention to Suguru’s words.

“Oh, great,” Satoru says off handedly, “thanks, man.”

Suguru sighs.

“Uh, I love you?” Satoru tries again.

“Never repeat those words to me ever again,” Suguru responds, “I wish you’d be a bit more interested in this, considering it’s your fault the company is in this mess in the first place.”

Satoru gives a hushed hum of agreement. Suguru smiles.

“In other news: I won’t be here next week.”

That catches his best friend’s attention. Satoru gapes at him.

“You’re quitting?”

“No, idiot. I’m taking your advice. I’m taking a few weeks off. I already put it in the calendar that you never check so why did I even bother.”

“A vacation? You never take vacations, even when I beg you to,” Satoru squints at him, “What’s the occasion?”

Eventually, Satoru will figure it out. For now, Suguru wants to enjoy this.

“I worked hard this year. I should reward myself, shouldn’t I?” He reasons, “oh, and I have a surprise for you showing up in a week or so. Let me know what you think of it.”

“A gift? For me?” Satoru beams. “You really do love me.”

“Don’t push it.”

If Satoru was the Sun, then Suguru supposed he would be the Earth. Close enough to receive the star's radiance, but with a strong enough magnetitic field to shield from solar winds.

If Suguru was the Earth, then Suguru supposed you would be the Moon. A tiny cratered satellite he tugs along with him, forever in sight of the burning sun.

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Fire Is The Devils Only Friend

Chapter Six

There was no such thing as making it on your own with a high profile boyfriend. That was why she kept her relationship a secret. But then after a PR fuck up, her boyfriend is forced into PR relationship and she's left on the side lines, missing him

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When Carlos came home, the house was quiet. He called out his girlfriend's name, but she didn't respond. "Piñón!" He shouted, but the dog didn't come running up to him.

It was fine, no reason to panic. She was probably just asleep, stayed up to watch the Grand Prix and was now curled up in bed with Piñón. Carlos left his bags in the hallway and set off towards the bedroom.

But the bedroom was empty and her things were gone. "Cariño!" Carlos shouted, panic in his voice. "Piñón! Baby! Where are you!" He ran from room to room, desperately searching for the two of them.

He must have ran past the fridge three times before he spotted the note. Stuck to the fridge with a magnet from their Bali vacation. Carlos pulled off the note and put the magnet back.

Carlos,

I love you. I will always love you, but I can't do this. Maybe it's because I love you that watching you, kissing and proclaiming your love to another, is so hard.

I took Piñón to my mothers house. You can come pick him up.

She didn't sign it, didn't leave her name at the bottom of the letter, just the address. Carlos couldn't help the strained sob that left his lips, the paper crumpling in his hands.

But he had no time for this. He wanted her back, and he was going to get her back. Grabbing the ring box from his underwear drawer and ran out to his car, driving off before the door was shut.

Carlos broke several speed limits on his way to her mothers house. Several times he nearly crashed; it was a miracle that he rang the door bell in one piece.

As soon as it rang, he heard Piñón barking from inside. He waited, hand holding the ring box in his pocket as he waited for the door to be pulled open.

"Oh," said her mother as soon as she laid eyes on Carlos. "I'd say it's nice to meet you, but I don’t think it is, is it?" She said, lips pulled tight.

Carlos had dreamed of this moment, the moment he'd get to meet her parents. He thought he'd either be asking for permission to marry her, or showing off the ring he had slipped onto her finger. The ring that was currently in a little black box in his pocket.

"Please, I need to speak to her," he said, squeezing the box.

She rolled her eyes, called for her daughter, and stepped away, leaving Carlos alone.

It was Piñón he saw first. The dog pulled on his lead, trying to get to his master. But she held his lead between her delicate fingers. "His bed is inside," was all she said as she passed the lead to him.

But Carlos didn't take the lead. "Cariño," he said, but she shook her head.

"Don't, Carlos," she whispered. "Didn't you get my notes?"

He swallowed thickly. "My love, I..." He sucked in a breath, pulled out the ring box and got down onto his knee.

"Oh, Carlos. Don't do this," she whispered, her breath shaking. "Please don't do this."

"Marry me," he said as soon as she had finished speaking. "Marry me. I'll leave Ferrari, I'll stop driving if I have to. I just need you in my life."

Suddenly the door was open fully and she was walking Piñón past him. She opened the door of his Golf and placed Piñón inside. She stroked and kissed his head. "Be a good boy," she whispered against his fur. "Be the good boy I know you can be."

She closed the door and walked back inside, grabbed his bed from the living room and shoved it into Carlos's arms. "You can never begin to understand what you mean to me, Carlos. But I can't do this. I tried. I really tried because I couldn't imagine living without you. But even that is too much of a burden on my heart.”

Carlos didn't stand up, not until she had shut the door in his face. But, even then, it took him a minute to stand up. It was only when Piñón began barking from the car that he stood.

His legs were shaking as he stood up and climbed into the car. He shut the door and immediately took off, unable to even stand being on her driveway.

For the last year, all either of them had known was each other. Carlos still had the ring, but he couldn't imagine giving it to anybody but her. When Carlos got back to the house, their house, he put tge ring box back into his underwear drawer. No, that wasn't right. It wasn't their house. It was just his.

Carlos pr have a lot he needed to rebuild from. Just a broken heart. She had nothing. Nothing but her book. She had nowhere but her mothers to live and nobody she could to about this with.

For over a month, Carlos didn't sleep peacefully. How could he when his bed was so cold?

He remembered the first time he invited Rebecca back to his room. Carlos hated himself. As he laid beside her naked body, he hated himself. Because she wasn't her. She would never be her.

Eventually she moved on. It took just over a year, twelve and a half months until she went on her first date. Even then, she couldn't help but think of Carlos, think of the man she had almost married.

Another best seller came out a year after their breakup. Carlos read it. Again and again he read it. In the garage he read it. Laying beside Rebecca, he read it.

There was one time where the cameras caught Carlos crying, tears falling onto the pages of her book. The picture circulated everywhere, but she never saw it.

And, at the end of the year, Lewis Hamilton contacted Ferrari, expressing a desire to drive for the Italy based team. Carlos didn't know this, not until he got the call that his seat was filled.

She was his soulmate. Everything he had put her through in an attempt to keep his seat, and it had all been for nothing.

He had lost her over a seat he didn't have.

Now, he had nothing.

FIN

a/n: oh my god its done. I can't believe it's done. Once again I'd like to thank @darleneslane for letting me bring this series to life

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Partition

Nanami Kento realises his grave mistake of pushing his wife away. He'll do anything and everything to get her back.

Ex husband!Nanami Kento x Reader

CW: NSFW, hate sex, Nanami being a piece of shit, mentions of divorce, angst with a happy ending, creampie, unprotected sex, choking, hair pulling, oral sex (m receiving), squirting, overstimulation, stalking if you squint, degradation, car sex, misogynistic undertones, coming from Nanami. (Not really in this part)

Part 1 of 3

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You’re not sure how things went wrong. You try to understand it all, as you lower yourself into the warm bath, with a glass of freshly poured wine in your hand. Eyeing the flickering candle across from you, the memories of your marriage with Nanami Kento come flooding back. The man who was once loving, doting and there for you became cold, neglectful and absent. When he first started to change, you brushed it off as a bad day at work, but a bad day became a bad week, which became bad months until you’d simply had enough. It was not what you had signed up for. While you take sips of the red wine that he had actually bought you as a last minute birthday gift, you reminisce on the beginning of your marriage. You remember how he promised to take care of you, how he promised to love and cherish you, until death do you apart. What a load of bullshit.

It was laughable how you’d even trusted his words and trusted that you could live happily ever after. But what was not so amusing was Nanami’s reaction to him finding divorce papers on his desk on a random Thursday evening. He didn’t even bother to fight for your love, he’d signed the papers and left them on the refrigerator, held down by a souvenir magnet from your honeymoon in Italy. All it did was remind you just how unempathetic the bastard really was, and how much of a fool you were to even say yes in the first place. You were a fool to give up on your career and to serve as a housewife for this man, just for him to come home late without notifying you, just for him to let the food that you’d spent hours cooking for him to get cold, just for him to forget your anniversary and, evidently, your existence. Nanami did not honour your sacrifices, instead, he took them for granted and so a divorce is where it got him. You’re at least happy that the divorce was smooth. Nanami had given you a lot of his money. It’s not like he needed it anyway. You’d moved out pretty quickly into your lonesome apartment, which was much different to the large mansion that you were living in with your ex husband. Once again, you were an attorney and a single woman, ready to live your life alone.

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While you seemed to be taking the separation better than most, Nanami, on the other hand, was starting to realise the error of his ways. When he’d come home from a long, treacherous day of fighting curses and dealing with annoying colleagues, such as Gojo Satoru, there was no warm welcome waiting for him. There was no warm food there for him. And there was no warm pussy ready for him to fuck. Everything was cold. The house was cold, but never as cold as Nanami was to his own wife. Kento sighed, taking off his shoes and his coat, hanging it up before he walked into the living room. The house was empty. There were no more pretty flowers or pictures of you both decorating the room. There wasn’t even a rug anymore. You had taken it into your new apartment when you moved out. A loud banging on the door brings Kento out of his thoughts. “Nanami! You forgot your stupid umbrella.” Gojo shouts through the letterbox.

“Fucking idiot..” Kento mumbles, turning around to open the door for his ‘friend’.

“How rude!” Gojo exclaims, laughing. He stops joking when he sees how dull the house actually looks. “What the hell happened here? The place looks like a horror movie setting.” Gojo jokes, pushing past Nanami.

“Idiot, get the hell out of my house.” He mumbles, watching as his friend takes his shoes off.

“This place needs a woman’s touch, Nanami.” Gojo states. “I guess you are really suffering without your ex wife.” He adds, his tone laced partly with pity and partly with worry.

“The house looks fine. And it’s none of your business. Idiot.” Kento lies. It was more than obvious that Gojo was right. The house was missing warmth, love and creativity ever since you’d left. There were no hot meals waiting for him and Nanami did not have the patience to cook for himself, the empty takeout boxes on the coffee table acting as evidence. “I’m staying for dinner.” Gojo decides, not giving Kento the chance to refuse. He only sighs, turning the TV on. “Just order something.” He tells Gojo, who is busy trying to turn the TV on. When he finally does, a reality TV show comes on, which definitely does not seem suited to Nanami’s tastes. “You watch this shit?” Gojo laughs.

“She usually watches it.” Gojo already knows who he is talking about.

“Well she used to.” Nanami sighs. The truth is, Nanami had not changed the channel since you’d left. He would just imagine you sitting on your shared sofa, playing with his blonde hair after he’d had a long day. He’s lost so much without even realising.

“You clearly miss her.” Satoru declares. Nanami looks up to meet his eyes. “You should call her. Ask her to meet for proper closure.” Gojo advises his colleague.

“I already got closure.” Kento states in return.

“Bullshit. Signing papers and agreeing on who takes what is definitely not closure. Did you even apologise to her? Did you even tell her how much she meant to you?” Gojo asks, starting to become annoyed. “You’re acting like you know everything again.” Kento starts to grow irritated.

“I do know everything. I especially know the feeling of regret.” Satoru affirms, putting the TV remote down. “If you don’t try then you’ll never get the chance to have what she gave you again. You’ll never get over it, meaning you won’t experience love like that again. And then you’ll just be a grumpy old fuck forever, and that’s no good for you or me.” He continues, joking on the last part. Nanami only sighs in response. He knows that his friend is right but he refuses to admit it. “Did you order yet?” He asks, hoping to change the topic. Although, he soon realises that he’d made a grave mistake. And he was going to try everything to fix it.

This is just a little teaser i guess for an upcoming short fic. Hope you like it.

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everything feels right (since you came along)

| ingrid engen x reader | fluff | 6.2k | inspo: fallin' all in you by shawn mendes and golden by harry styles | a/n: this one's been in the works for nearly a month now...definitely challenged me but we got there in the end. thanks for the req! hope this is to your liking! Idk if managed to capture ingrid's personality or not but i can at least say i tried ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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You loved challenges. Or at least that’s what you told yourself, convinced yourself was the truth. You took pride in tackling difficulties in your life, facing any and each issue head on. So when you showed up to the training grounds of the FC Barcelona team, you didn’t really understand why you were so nervous.

Wiping your sweaty palms on your shorts, you contemplated why you had accepted the offer. Here you were, six thousand miles away from your childhood home and one thousand away from your second home, alone, in a country you had visited less than a handful of times, on a mission to prove yourself. You hadn’t really didn’t thought this through, had you?

Mentally kicking yourself for doubting yourself and then for being so socially awkward, you shook your head. You had this. You didn’t become a top class midfielder by doubting yourself. You hadn’t put in all this effort only to question if you deserved this opportunity.

Shaking your head, you pushed the negative thoughts of your mind, rolling your shoulders in a successful attempt to gain some confidence before finally grabbing your bag from beside you and stepping out of your car.

Mentally hyping yourself up, you had just barely shut your car door before an unfamiliar voice reached your ears, the smile on the speaker’s face nearly audible.

“Hi! You’re the new signing right?”

Turning your head around, it took everything in you for you to hide your shock (and awe) at who stood in front of you.

“I- uhm, yeah- I mean yes, yes I’m the new signing.” Stammering, you willed yourself to act at least somewhat collected.

“Well I’m glad we get to finally play with you and not against you, speedy. If I remember correctly, you and Leah had given us enough of a tough time the last time we played you.” Thankfully, the teasing tone didn’t go over your head, a smile appearing on your face at the friendly nature of the other midfielder. She began to walk past you, looking over her shoulder and slowing down, silently beckoning you to join her.

Taking long strides, you quickly caught up to her, falling in step beside her as you both crossed the parking lot.

“To be fair, your guys’ attacks weren’t any easier to stop by any means. Especially those of the sneaky number 11. Seemed like she had magnets on her feet and the ball with how fluidly she moved across the pitch,” you smiled back, the nerves in your body lessening slightly.

“I like you…you’re going to fit in well.” There was a smile on the taller girl’s face, a fond shake of her head further supporting her belief.

“I hope so,” you whispered. Unfortunately for you, your voice came out more panicked than you intended, the nervousness clear from the way it slightly shook.

Stopping in her tracks, the blonde turned towards you and put a hand on your shoulder, your footfall also pausing.

“Hey…listen to me, you didn’t just walk into here demanding a spot on the team. You earned it. And don’t be nervous about the girls either, they’re all really nice, I promise. Just relax, be yourself, vale?”

You nodded in response, inhaling deeply to try and calm yourself.

“They’re all really excited to meet you, ever since you were announced. Mapi’s actually already been talking about how you and her could master breaking multiple defences with your speed and her passing.”

You grin this time, warmth spreading in your body at the fact that the girls were already accepting you into the team. Letting Alexia lead the way, you followed her as she led you through the halls.

It was a a few short minutes later that the two of you were standing outside the locker rooms, loud yelling and laughter audible even through the thick walls and shut door.

“Excuse them, they can be a little hyper sometimes…” Alexia stated, head shaking fondly as she opened the door and ushered you in.

Entering the room however, the whole immediately quietened, almost as someone took a remote to the room and hit pause.

You were met with over a dozen smiles, a handful of the girls waving at you as you looked around the area.

Nervousness taking over your body again, you bashfully smiled back, raising your hand and giving a timid wave.

Almost as if she was sensing your nervousness, Alexia stepped up from where she was behind you and addressed the team.

“As you all are aware, we have a new teammate joining us today, I know you all will be welcoming but still, do your best to make her comfortable and please don’t be weird around her, at least for today.”

Shooting you a soft smile, Alexia headed towards her own locker, wordlessly gesturing for you to do the same.

Glancing around, noting the only open locker being beside number 23, you hesitantly made your way over. Standing a mere few feet away from her, you waited as she looked up from tying her laces. You had met Ingrid a few times before, it came with being friends with Frida. Your interactions with the other midfielder were limited, yet, unbeknown to the Norwegian, you’d always been mesmerised by her confidence and beauty, admiring the way she so easily glided between teammates and fans.

Nodding in question when you met eyes with her, you raised your eyebrows, silently asking about the locker beside her. The taller girl answered in the same manner, shuffling over, shooting you a gentle smile, one that you returned with ease.

Settling down beside her, you murmured a small hello, too shy for anything else. Caught up in unpacking your kit bag, you failed to notice the admiring gaze that Ingrid sent your way.

Deciding to take initiative, the Norwegian spoke.

“Glad to have you here. It’s going to be fun playing Frida now, at least I can be the one bragging to her about our fantastic mid-line.” Head snapping up from where it was buried in your bag, in the midst of looking for a hair tie, you tried and failed to hide your surprise.

“I- uh, huh?” You squeaked. Disbelief rolled through you. Not only did the Barcelona girls just accept you into the squad without the least bit of doubt, Ingrid, class midfielder Ingrid, pro at reading attacking plays Ingrid was complimenting you right now. You couldn’t tell if life was real right now.

Stopping your internal fan-girling, you spoke again. “I mean, you guys have an amazing mid-line, an amazing team all-around really. I don’t think I can improve perfection.”

“Considering I nearly hated playing against Arsenal last season, I’d beg to differ.” The dark-haired girl shot you a cheeky smile, unknowingly melting your heart.

“Fine, fine. Just know I’m just as excited to be here. And if it counts for anything, games against you guys were some of the hardest.”

“Team of champions right? More so now that you’re here.” You couldn’t tell if the other girl was trying to turn you to mush or make you feel comfortable, but whatever she was doing, you didn’t want her to stop.

You could only respond with a smile and a “hopefully”, your heart beating too fast at her compliments to string any other words together.

The two of you silently finished getting ready, your hair still loose. Following the rest of the girls out together however, you both at the back, you were failing miserably at putting your hair in a bun, it too short to stay without something holding it in place.

Noticing your struggle, Ingrid took her spare elastic off her wrist and handed it to you. “You know you could just ask one of us? And definitely me?”

A sheepish smile on your face, you took the hair tie. “I do now.”

And as you walk out together, Ingrid asking if you’d like to partner up for the day, you couldn’t help but feel even more relaxed, the homey and welcoming nature of the club (and of course of the brunette beside you) bringing you a sense of calmness.

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It seemed like nervousness was becoming a common theme for you here in Spain. You were currently sat in the team bus, waiting as the rest of the team filed in. A pre-season game saw you all travelling out to Buñol to play a friendly against Levante. It wasn’t the fact that it was a pre-season that had you so worked up however. Just before leaving, Jonaton had pulled you aside, quietly informing you that you would be starting, news that came as a shock to you.

Since joining the team a slight over a month ago, you had barely played as a sub, much less as a starter, still trying to get a feel for where you fit in and the high on-field intensity of the team, so the decision had you dumbfounded. You assumed it was so that the coaching staff could figure out where to play you and how to best utilise you without the stress of it being an important game, but unfortunately for you, the once low-stress game had now become the main root of your anxiousness.

Headphones blasting, you noted as the doors to the bus finally closed, the last few stragglers taking a seat. It was then that the seat next to you was finally filled, your new bus-buddy appearing with her signature smile shining.

You couldn’t help the grin that took over your face, overriding your inner turmoil, the taller girl’s smile infectious.

“This seat taken?”

“Ingrid,” you shook your head in amusement, “do we really need to do this every time?”

The girl in front of you shot you a teasing wink before sitting down, a playful ‘yes’ escaping her lips.

The first day that the team had to travel, you had apprehensively boarded the vehicle, unsure of who you would sit beside, very much aware that there was a system to this, regardless of what team you were on. You had anxiously looked around, slowly stepping further down the walk way until you had made eye contact with Ingrid, her waving a hand to beckon you over.

Walking up to her, you had asked her the exact same question as seconds ago, and the Norwegian had just fondly shook her head, tilting it to the side. “I saved it for you.”

Your head had ducked down in embarrassment, endearment causing a slight blush to coat your cheeks, before you had taken a seat beside the brunette, her passing you one of her earbuds before relaxing into her own seat.

Since that day, it had become a sort of ritual between you two. You had only had a few bus rides since but each one consisted of either of you reaching the bus, sometimes together, and claiming a set of seats in the middle. When the other would eventually join, headphones would be shared or connected, the both of you more than excited to share your love of music, bonding over your versatility in styles.

So, as per tradition, Ingrid sat down beside you and you passed her your phone, letting her set up the shared airplay for herself.

Your thoughts being drowned out by the music humming through your earbuds, you let your head rest against the window, your leg bouncing fervently, partially in beat to the music but also due to your unease. Really, your whole body was thrumming, nervous energy almost palpable by the girl beside you.

You weren’t sure how long passed, the two of you sat in a comfortable silence, the chatter of the team fading to mere background noise. All you were aware was that between the handful of genres and songs the both of you had queued up, at least seven had passed, your nervousness not lessening like you had hoped it would.

Turns out, it wasn’t just you that was keeping track of your kangaroo leg. Ingrid was nearly losing her mind seeing you bounce up and down. The blurry motion of your limb just barely managing on, seeming as if it would fly off if it hadn’t been attached to your torso. She wondered why you were so hyper. It was only a friendly game after all.

Taking a deep breath in, she reached out to you, placing a gentle hand on your thigh, just above your knee.

The touch snapped you out of your thoughts. You turned to look at the Norwegian, a wry smile on your face, an eyebrow raised in question.

“Your leg. It keeps bouncing. What’s the reason?”

Eyes widening, you contemplated telling Ingrid about what Jonaton told you. He didn’t say you couldn’t tell anyone right?

“Uhm- Jonaton just told me a little while ago that I’m starting. I think he wanted to give me the bus ride as time to prepare, but if anything, I think it just made me more anxious.” You let go of the breath you were holding, your chest easing just by telling the girl beside you.

“That’s good! Right?”

“I think so? I’m just worried I’m not gonna play well y’know? Even though it is just a friendly…”

“I think you’ll play great, really. Just pretend that it’s one of our practices and that we need to kick Patri’s butt so she doesn’t get too big-headed,” the brunette joked, hoping to get a laugh out of you.

It was a successful attempt, a slight smile appearing on your face.

Shoulder’s relaxing, you took a deep breath in, Ingrid’s relaxed demeanour bringing you a sense of calmness.

It didn’t last long however, your heartbeat reaching its earlier speeds as you realised that the dark-haired girl hadn’t moved her hand yet. You quickly peeked at where it was resting on your thigh, sneaking a glance at Ingrid as well. It seemed that the Norwegian hadn’t noticed where her hand was placed, and you didn’t want to bring it to her attention, too afraid she’d take the grounding touch away.

A small smile on your face, heart racing for all the right reasons, you let yourself get comfortable in your seat, eyes closing, revelling in the touch and ground presence of your person.

~~~

“Your cheeks are a bit too red for a team photo…everything okay?” You knew the taller girl meant it out of concern but you couldn’t help but flush more at her statement, finding the concern etched on her face endearing.

“I- yeah, no I’m okay?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?” This time Ingrid turned to face you, taking the time to really check in with you while the photographer was still busy directing the rest of the team where to stand.

You could feel your face heating up now, starting to fan yourself to make it die down just enough that you wouldn’t look like a tomato in the photos.

“I’m okay. Sorry this is nerve-wracking.”

“It’s okay. It’s very easy. I promise. All you need to do is smile and look good, and you are already really pretty, so I wouldn’t worry.”

Ingrid’s words brought another wave of heat to your face, you now ducking your head down in order to avoid anyone seeing you so red.

Laughing at your reaction to her statement, the Norwegian smiled, proud of herself for eliciting this response. Choosing to put you out of your misery, the older draped an arm around you, leading you to where she was supposed to stand, photographer’s positioning be damned. Her arm resting on your shoulder, she pulled you in beside her, shooting anyone who tried to question your new position a glare.

You knew she meant well, but with her arm around your waist, Ingrid had just increased the already bright blush on your face by tenfold, resulting in you nearly looking like you’d been poorly sunburnt. Just with the knowledge that she chose to comfort you, chose to wrap an arm around your waist where no one else could see but you and her, your smile became electric, shining brighter, true happiness reaching your eyes.

~~~

Your first game with the team had been a success, if you were to say yourself. You hadn’t got much playing time, only being subbed in for the last twenty or so minutes, but with the team already up 3-0, the lack of pressure to play well allowed you to focus on connecting with your team. Sure, practices had given you the opportunity to learn how to fit in on the field, but mid-game? That’s where the real test was. And you were pretty sure you passed it, most, if not all, of your passes connecting, no fouls or cards your way, and you almost assisting a goal if it hadn’t been deflected last minute by the keeper. All in all, you were happy.

The team could tell, having witnessed your restless form on the bench throughout the first and second half, and in the locker rooms during half-time, where you chose to stand, shifting from foot to foot until Ingrid had pulled you down to sit beside her, the sides of your bodies flush together in order to fit on the cramped bench.

So seeing you now, chasing Ingrid and Aitana after they had dumped their water bottles on you, your own in your hand spraying reckless behind them, was a refreshing sight. Even Lucy, someone you had been lucky enough to play with on the Man City team, hadn’t seen you this relaxed post-game ever. If you asked her, she’d tell you that she was glad you fit in well with the youngsters on the team, and especially with the Norwegian you had dubbed ‘your extrovert’. The sunshine personality of the tall girl had brought out a more care-free you, evident by the way you were being piggybacked around the sidelines by a now-drenched Ingrid as Aitana trailed beside you both, the three of you interacting with fans.

By the time you all had made it into the change rooms, there was a content smile on all of your faces, you leaning into Ingrid as she quietly ushered you to change, the both of you whispering and laughing, unaware of all the fond smiles directed at you.

Yeah, if Lucy had anything to say, she kept quiet, adoring the sight in front of her, glad you weren’t putting too much pressure on yourself like you normally would. Mentally making a note to thank the Norwegian another day, she turned back to her kitbag, hearing your shared giggles fill the space near her.

~~~

“So what you’re basically telling me is that you’re addicted to coffee?”

You were currently out in the streets of Barcelona, the taller girl having nearly dragged you out after practice so she could show you her favourite cafes around the city.

“No. I just love the way it energises me and I know what good coffee tastes like.” “Meaning you’re dependent on coffee to get you through the day and you’ve tried enough coffee to be able to identify the imperceptible difference between good and bad brews?”

“Alright, now you’re just spinning my words.”

You merely shrugged in response, a teasing smile on your lips. “I’m not doing anything.” “You’re so annoying.”

“Yeah, yet here you are spending time with me?”

“I’m not answering that.”

You stopped in your tracks forcing Ingrid to stop too since your hands were intertwined.

Turning back to face you, she cocked her head to the side.

“Okay, what now?”

“I win.” “Oh my god, you’re insufferable. Listen, I’ll make you a deal…if you can tone down the annoyingness to zero, I’ll get you an extra pastry.”

“Tempting. You do love my annoyingness though...”

Rolling her eyes, Ingrid couldn’t stop her smile. “Sadly I do love it.” I might just love you.

“You have a deal. A pastry sounds heavenly right now.” Leading the way, you tugged on the brunette’s arm, the eagerness in your step at the promise of food taking her heart away and putting it in your hands.

~~~

“Why do you do this to yourself? And by choice?”

“Because it’s fun, and trust me, Alexia said the view at the end of this one is great!”

The two of you were currently up at half past five am, on a hike recommended to you by the two-time golden boot winner. You had somehow managed to drag Ingrid to do it with you, promising her a picnic and that you’d buy the coffee for the next week. (You didn’t know it, but Ingrid would’ve done it with or without the promise of coffee or food, happy to just be in your presence).

So here you were, about 1 third of the way done through the one and a half hour hike, the taller girl trailing behind you, questioning just why it was you of all people she had to fall for, silently of course.

The sun was set to rise at just slightly past seven, giving the two of you plenty of time to set up the breakfast picnic that you were currently carrying in your backpack. Though, you’d have to make it up there, and at the rate that the usually excitable and energetic Norwegian was gruffing at, you weren’t sure if a completion was in the cards today.

Calling out behind you, you thought it would be worth a shot to bribe the midfielder even further.

“If we make it to the top before….,” you checked your watch calculating the time, “fifteen before seven, we can have a movie night tonight, and I’ll let you pick whatever stupid horror movie you probably want to watch. How’s that for some motivation?”

Turning around to face the brunette, you waited for a response, her having stilled in her movement at the offer.

“Two movies, I get to pick both, and it’s at my place so that we can make a pillow fort.”

You were just about to agree to her terms, well-aware that she was as much of a child when it came to day to day activities as you were when the other girl beat you to it.

“Oh, and I get to pick the takeout,” you were met with a smug look, Ingrid confident that she was going to be the clear winner in this bargain, knowing how excited you were to do this hike.

“Ingrid…”

“I don’t mind turning back around?”

“You’re so stubborn, you’re lucky I’m the one who suggested this…” You couldn’t believe the cheekiness of the girl in front of you, laughing to yourself and shaking your head.

“Deal you dork. Now c’mon, we have a hike to finish and a time to beat.” Reaching your hand out, you let her take it, intertwining your fingers and pulling her in beside you, hands swinging in the limited space between your bodies.

Of all the people you could’ve taken a liking to here in Barcelona, in Spain, hell, the whole world, of course you had to choose the human golden retriever beside you. The one that was so perfectly stubborn, so energetic, and your anxiety-reducing, lovable, ray of sunshine here in the city. If you didn’t know any better, you’d spend the next few minutes of whatever minimal darkness there was in the sky looking for a shooting star, hoping you could have her in your life forever, preferably with a different title if the universe was feeling particularly kind.

~~~

“You do realise you can just ask her out right?”

Caro’s whispering brought Ingrid out of her trance. The two of them were sat in Alexia’s living room, the team deciding to hold a movie night under the pretence of a bonding session.

The midfielder had been staring at you, at your curled up body on the floor leaning what looked to be uncomfortable against the front of the couch. You had your legs pulled up to your chest, arms crossed above and head resting on the back of your folded hands. There was no way that could be comfortable and Ingrid knew it, longing to be able to just tuck you into her side, let you rest as she held you through your nap.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ingrid shot back, voice a murmur, careful not to draw the attention of the other girls in the room.

“So the puppy dog eyes, always partnering up with her, sitting beside her, sharing your music with her, coffee dates and all have just been because you’re friends? Ingrid…she might be blind but we aren’t. I’m not.” Caro leaned away from Ingrid, not extremely worried about the other girls hearing her. They all knew, could see the heart eyes you two had for each other. It just seemed that while the both of you communicated extremely well on the pitch, the same excellency did not translate to both of you off the pitch.

Ingrid’s heart raced slightly just at the thought that you might return her feelings. Trying to remain cool though, she dismissed Caro’s (accurate) assumption. “No. We’re just friends. She doesn’t like me like that.”

“So you do like her.” The finality in Caro’s tone has the dark-haired girl frazzled.

“I-no. I never said that.”

“You didn’t deny it…”

“I-no…listen, it’s-“

“Ingrid…just ask her out okay? One of these days, while you both are together, like you two always now seem to be, just ask her out. I don’t think the team could take any more of you both shooting heart eyes at each other when one of you aren’t looking.”

Head hanging down in embarrassment, Ingrid blushed at just how obvious she had been. Really though, she couldn’t blame herself. No one else ever had her smiling like you did. No one else brought butterflies to her stomach even close to what you brought each time you’d walk into the room.

“Are you sure?”

“About you two being obvious? Yes. It’s sickeningly sweet.”

“No, about her liking me back…”

“Oh. Yes.” The tone of finality in Caro’s voice wasn’t lost on the tall girl, her heart racing at the idea of you liking her back.

“Also, please could you get her to a more comfortable position? I rather not see her hunched over from back pain tomorrow…”

Cheeks hurting from just how much she was smiling, Ingrid went to gently shake you out of your slumber, pulling you up to a half-sitting, half-leaning position beside her in the limited space. In your sleep daze, you didn’t realise what was going on, your body focused on going back to sleep, and so you let yourself be pulled up and sat down, cuddling into the warmth beside you, blissfully unaware.

The two of you stayed like that for the rest of the night, you eventually waking up to the unabashed teasing of your teammates and the sight of a blush adorably coating your cuddle buddy’s face.

~~~

It was a few weeks later that a team dinner found the both of you sat beside each other, the rest of the team becoming accustomed to you two nearly doing everything as a pair. Even with something as insignificant as photos for social media, you both would always be stood by one another, Ingrid’s arm often slung over your shoulders, your own wrapped around her torso. So really, no one batted an eye when you both simultaneously scooted your chairs closer to each other, bursting out in laughter when you realised your shared action and timing.

And as the dinner went on, the two of you only jumping into the conversation once in a while, more content to be caught up in your own world, in your own little bubble, the team couldn’t help but tease you when you would chime in, exasperated at the fact that neither of you had admitted your feelings for the other. If they had it their way, the pair of you would have been locked in an equipment room together ages ago. Luckily for you however, Alexia had long warned the other girls not to meddle, a soft spot in her heart for the both of you.

Now though, the captain may have just slightly regretted that decision. Witnessing the two of you be so tuned in with each other, likely appearing as a couple to those that didn’t know you, all the blonde wanted to do was let the younger girls put their plan into motion.

“You know, I have a feeling it’d be a lot easier to tolerate you two if you just asked her out.”

Ingrid had just barely stepped away from the table to head to the washroom when Alexia quickly slid into the seat beside you.

“Huh what…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh come one, you guys are so lovesick all the time. She shoots you heart eyes when you both get ready for training and you don’t stop smiling when she’s beside you. Honestly the sweetness is making me sick, it’s annoying. Ask her out, make it easier on us.”

Alexia sounded absurd to you. “She doesn’t like me like that.”

“Says who? You both are always touching in some sort of way. She always goes out of her way to stand beside you. And don’t deny how she always practically hugs you in photos.”

“She’s touchy with everyone.”

“Lo dice en serio? When’s the last time she gave anyone her hoodie? She gave it to you right away after you spilled water on your shirt.”

“She would’ve done it for anyone,” you argued. You couldn’t believe Alexia was really talking to you about this. You knew some of the girls like Aitana and Patri had been teasing you two about this but you’d never thought Alexia would join in. And so what if it was true that you did like Ingrid. She just liked you as a friend.

“So you’re telling me she would’ve told anyone that they look good in her clothes?”

Alexia’s words evoked your face to redden, mouth opening and closing a few times, words evading you.

“Listen, it’s not like that.”

Alexia hummed, turning to get up from the seat. “She’s probably coming back soon. You believe whatever you want to believe…”

You pouted at her statement, watching her as she walked across the table back to her seat just in time for the topic of conversation to appear in the vicinity.

Surely she didn’t reciprocate your feelings right? You would have been able to tell. If anything you both just got on really well and she appreciated that…right?

~~~

“You’ve been quiet. It’s not normal.”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you turned to look at Ingrid.

The two of you were currently walking down the streets of Barcelona, the dinner having wrapped up only a short while ago. You both had (after a lot of back-and-forth) agreed that you’d walk the taller girl home, you joking that precious cargo should always be escorted.

“Just thinking…”

“About?”

“….stuff?” You answered, the statement more a question than a solid response.

“Well that doesn’t sound concerning.” Ingrid looked over at you, eyebrows perked up in question, waiting for you to continue.

Eyes shooting away to look ahead, you willed yourself not to make eye contact, choosing to continue walking.

It was after a couple of minutes of silence that you finally found your bearings and decided to take the chance.

“You think that if, hypothetically speaking, if we were to date, would we be good? Like good together? ‘Cause everyone keeps saying it and…” Gaze drifting to see Ingrid’s shocked expression beside you, you quickly backtrack, embarrassment coating your cheeks. “I- uhm, forget that I said anything. It was a stupid question. It doesn’t matter anyways.”

Body slightly stiffening, you forced yourself to pretend like you hadn’t just made a complete and utter fool of yourself.

The pair of you walked quietly for a bit, both lost in your thoughts, too afraid to voice out your want for the other. Letting the hum of electricity from the dim streetlights and warm glow of the stars and moon soften the stifling silence, you let your mind wander into what the potential outcomes could be of this night. You could very well end up in a situation where Ingrid liked you back, yet that seemed so unlikely, too perfect for it to be true. What you were more concerned about at the moment was whether you’d lose a friend, one of the only people that brought you comfort in this new city and club.

Stuck in your musings, you didn’t realise when you were nearly outside Ingrid’s home, The sight of the familiar street nearly breaking you out of your thoughts, yet not distracting you enough. It was then, as you approached the front of her house that the Norwegian’s soft voice pulled you out of your own troubled thoughts of how much of an idiot you were.

As Ingrid stopped in front of the gate, you could feel your heart starting to pound increasingly harder. You really didn’t want to lose her as a friend. You didn’t know what you’d do. You hadn’t met anyone as energetic as her before, her sunshine personality drawing you in, trapping you in a warmth of light that you didn’t want to escape.

You knew you couldn’t fully tell her, but the way your heart would skip a beat when she’d casually drape an arm over your shoulders had you smiling. How she’d drag you throughout the numerous cafes she’s discovered in her time in the city, never failing to make your day. You were absolutely smitten if you were honest, and the thought of her not wanting to be friends after becoming aware of your feelings absolutely broke you.

Noticing your dazed expression, Ingrid grabbed your fingers with hers, the both of you now standing hands held, out in the night, almost like two fools ready to partake in playground activities. Her intent behind her actions however was successful, pulling you out of your thoughts and into the present with her.

Taking a deep sigh in, your eyes now looking up expectantly at her, Ingrid jumped off the cliff she’d been resting on since you joined.

“I’d like to think we’d be pretty good together.” You swallowed hard at her words, eyes growing wide, too afraid to say anything. “You aren’t the only one who’s thought about it…”

This time, it was your turn to be shocked. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Sorry- what?”

She took a deep breath beside you, eyes now barely meeting yours, instead staring past you.

Peeking over at you to assess your reaction, Ingrid let out the breath she was holding.

“I think…and I’m sorry if I make this weird…but I think- no I know I like you, like more than a friend. I think I always have, ever since you shyly sat beside me in the locker rooms that first day.” Sensing she had your attention and that you hadn’t yet nearly lost your mind at her, she continued. “I’ve liked you for a while now, I just didn’t want to make things weird between us…I don’t want to lose you as a friend though. So if you don’t feel the same please just let me know, because I don't know how much longer I can hold back the urge to be with you all the time.”

“You are pretty much with me all the time though, so I don't know what you’re holding back on.” You spoke, hoping your voice didn’t betray the smile on your face. You stood, staring at the ground, kicking at the little pebbles at your feet.

Ingrid looked up at you slowly, an incredulous expression on her face. “Is that all you have to say?”

Meeting her gaze, you revealed the smile that you were hiding. “I think…I think we should go on a date tomorrow. What do you think?”

“Wait- really?” Laughing at the surprise on Ingrid’s face, you stepped in a little closer.

“Yup,” you said, popping the ‘p’, a smile bright on your face, even in the dim light. “You and me and the cafe around the corner you like so much…I’ll swing by around nine?”

And as Ingrid eagerly nodded her head vigorously, you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around her midsection, a chuckle espying your lips at her enthusiasm, nervous butterflies in your stomach finally, for the first time since you moved here, settling down into a comforting hum full of hope and happiness.

It felt good to be nervous, you liked this kind of nervousness.

Pulling the Norwegian close, a hug full of promises and a ‘see-you-later’, you couldn’t help but believe that maybe this move wasn’t so terrible after all.

(Future you would agree, a handful of years down the line, as you’d inevitably drag Ingrid on another hike, promises of date nights and cuddles a misdirection as you’d finally reach the peak, the brunette seeing the beauty of another sunset before turning to see the sight of you on one knee.)

#ingrid engen x reader #ingrid engen #ingrid engen imagine #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso x reader #fluff #my writing #fic req #efr #not properly proofread but fuck it im posting #woso #woso one shot

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IDK HOW TO REQUEST BUT CAN YOU PLEASE DO SOMETHING OF JOCK TAKING READER ON A DATE TO THE PARK OR GARDEN

I hope you enjoy this! Thanks for requesting! <3

description: yandere jock x gn reader, going on a date, fluff, yandere fluff, named him Ethan, I wonder if it’s too plain, omg also I’ve noticed I haven’t made anything yandere of him.

You dressed up, something you hardly did unless it was something required or you were going out. You anxiously looked in the large mirror you had, wondering if the outfit looked good on you.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket, you took it out to see who it was and it was Ethan, the jock that you got close with over the weeks passing. Even if he used to bully you, he redeemed himself, insisting that he would no longer treat you that way.

You answered to hear his excited voice boom about how he was outside and to come out whenever you were done. You told him you were almost done and you started rushing after the call ended.

You grabbed all the necessities for going out, repeating the items in your head to make sure you had everything. You locked the door behind you as you left, nervously entering the passenger seat of his car.

Ethan had asked you out on a date the last time the two of you were at school and you accepted. You honestly would’ve never guessed that he was interested in you.

“You look so cute! Why have I never seen you wear that?” He scanned the outfit that you chose. Something you never wore in front of him before and he loved it!

“I don’t know, if you like it.. I’ll wear it more often!” You smiled, lighting up from his compliment.

The two of you made your way to the park, you could already see the dogs that were being rowdy with their owners. A little dog yipped at the two of you when it was walking by. The two of you entered the park, finding a good bench to sit on.

“How many dogs do you have?” You looked at him when he was gushing over a cute dog that went up to him. The dog was wagging its tail, circling around his feet and awaiting pets. It seemed like he was a magnet to them.

“None, I’ve always wanted a giant Pit-Bull. All of them are such cuddle monsters, or maybe even an Australian Shepard even if they got a fuck ton of hair to deal with” He pet the dog’s giant head, rubbing the side of its face until it was called away by a loud whistle.

“Really? You’ve had 3 dogs approach you already and I haven’t gotten a single one” You smiled, enjoying the view while you spoke. This park had a lake in the middle of it, to view from the high hill tops and side walks alongside it.

“It’s all about patience, or just using a high pitch voice to call one over” He did exactly what he told you when he saw an adorable golden retriever pass by. A quick “Hey little guy” in a high tone got the dog to jump into Ethan’s lap.

He laughed, unable to push the dog away from lapping at his face. The dog’s tail wagged at a fast rate, enjoying the attention it was getting.

“I’m jealous” You viewed the sight of him getting another dog’s attention.

“Here bud, go into this lap” He pat your thigh, trying to attract the dog to you. Your cheeks felt a little red from his hand on your thigh, but you were quickly distracted from the dog voluntarily slipping into your lap.

The giant weight of the golden fur ball was on you as you pat its head and gushed over the fluffiness of its fur.

Ethan adored your joy filled expression so he took a selfie of him putting a peace sign and you further in the picture petting the dogs head. He’d definitely post that on his ig when he got home.

“Honey! Oh my gosh, I was wondering where she went” The slightly frantic owner clipped her dog’s collar back on with a leash.

“Your dog is so sweet!” You brushed off the yellow fur from your clothes.

“You gotta see how many times I have to drag her away from strangers!” She laughed, seeing how Honey still wanted to play with the two of you.

“Hope she doesn’t run into anymore! Good luck” Ethan grinned. The owner was already being dragged away by her dog before she could say bye. The dog probably wanted to go meet new people.

Ethan suggested the idea to go eat some Chinese food from this store he loves going to. He also knew a good place to relax while eating, but it was a surprise. You agreed with the idea, curious about what he meant by “ultimate surprise”

He ordered the food, insisting to pay even though you had pulled out your card. He immediately gave his card after the amount was told. You pouted sighing, he decided to comfort you by patting your head like you were an upset cat.

“I should pay after-all! I invited you remember?” He pulled at your cheek, enjoying the now calm look on you. You looked endearing when you were pouting too.

“That’s true” You helped grab the other white bag that held the delicious food the two of you were about to grub on. As soon as he took you to the surprise place that he insisted had to be secret.

Once he drove to the area, you looked around wondering where you were. You had never gone here before, it looked like a place to walk around. Sort of like another park, but it looked much nature filled than the last.

He made you close your eyes as the two of you walked further into the place. When he told you to open them you saw a plethora of beautiful flowers. The trees were in full bloom and the flowers seemed to dance around with the small winds that pushed them.

“I know you like hanging out in the garden area because nobody really goes to it so I thought you’d like this!” Ethan put the bags of food on the nearest picnic bench. It was wooden and sturdy so it wouldn’t break even if it looked a little overgrown with plants at the bottom.

“There’s so much..!” You looked around, fully absorbing the view of the colorful plants and flowers. The trees were humongous, leaves softly flew in the air while you watched the tree.

“Pretty view right?” He sat on the bench, patting the place next to him. He set out half of the food while you sat down. You helped unpack the rest and the two of you ate.

You pointed out the squirrels running around and playing, even the birds were chirping at each other, having no fear in trying to steal your food. Everything about the place was so alive, you’d definitely come back.

There was hardly any other people too! He must’ve picked out the perfect time that hardly held any people.

He admired how you intently scanned the nature that ran around while still eating your food. He scooted closer to you, leaning his big frame alongside yours.

“You tired?” You asked him, assuming he was leaning against you to rest your eyes.

“Nope, just wanted to be closer to you” He brought his food closer, sitting upright to continue eating. His thigh was touching yours, a perfect proximity for him. Even if it made you a little nervous at how close he was.

Ethan scarfed down the food quicker then you did, it was delicious and still warm in his mouth. You ate slowly, having to nudge him away every-time he tried to steal a spoonful. After seeing his sad pout you gave him some.

Today had made you happy, or maybe it was him that made you cheerful on how you spent every hour with him. You liked him, a lot. Every passing thought that involved him asking you out on another day made you giddy.

After the sun was setting, he brought you home, dropping you off at your door step.

“See ya at school?” He grinned, content with the amount of time he got to spend with you today. It was always important to him to treasure the time the two of you had.

“Mhm, see you tomorrow!” He always made your stomach twist with strong feelings, and right now your stomach was filled with a fluttery feeling.

And thanks for today, Ethan” You placed a quick kiss on his cheek, having to stand on your tippy toes to reach it.

“No problem…!” He waved, running off to his car after you shut the door.

The two of you unknowingly shared the same strong heat on your cheeks. He was sat in his car cupping his cheeks, feeling the warmth. He couldn’t believe you kissed him!

You were in your house rolling around in your bed, embarrassed and squealing at the fact that you managed to kiss him!

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #male yandere #pls request #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #gn reader #yandere jock #yandere fluff #fluff #yandere oc #yandere dating #soft yandere #soft fluff #yan fluff #ethanmyoc

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Can't Stay Away, Can't Look Away - Steve Raglan/William Afton X Female Reader

Title: Can't Stay Away, Can't Look Away

Steve Raglan/William Afton X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Pete the Chef OC and Marie OC

WC: 2,917

Warnings: A bit of obsession, maybe stalking maybe not?, Reader is a waitress and is mentioned wearing a skirt for work, teasing, flirting?, serial killer stuff mentioned very briefly, Reader has very brief negative thoughts, age gap, mini angst, and fluff

The uniform beat of the clock was the only sound in the room as it ticked away. It seemed to echo throughout Steve Raglan's office. The silence was unnerving, and the ticking of the clock seemed to be a constant reminder of the fact that time was indeed slowly crawling forward with each minute that passed.

Sitting in his swivel chair, Steve glanced over some client files, occasionally humming to himself as he used his feet to turn himself in his chair; side to side. Letting out a silent sigh, he closed the dull yellow file and sat it on his desk with the others. Pushing up the bridge of his gold-framed aviator glasses, Steve looked up at the clock. Upon reaching his scheduled lunch break, he pushed himself off the chair before grabbing his coat and shrugging it on. Adjusting his tie as he left his office, he walked down the hall, passing other offices before exiting the large building.

It was a bright afternoon, though Steve hardly noticed as he made his way down the sidewalk, a certain confidence in each step. As he walked, he passed by the local flower shop, which stood beside a small bookstore, before crossing the street and the busy intersection to pass by the park. This was a part of Steve's routine, every weekday since about a couple of months ago. He always left his office at the same time for lunch, passed the same shops and stores, and entered the same diner for that said lunch.

Pushing the glass door open, Steve walked in, only to sit down at his usual spot. Though the restored diner from the 1960s was practically in new shape, the edges of the red leather booth where Steve sat were beginning to peel from age. The menu board was still hung up behind the counter, along with other posters, antique metal signs of cars, and other things that had been in the diner longer than Steve cared to really care about. The jukebox in the corner was softly playing a song, ‘Put Your Head On My Shoulder,’ a song by Paul Anka. The walls were a pastel blue, red, and white, with some white tile detailing here and there.

Going to the diner was routine for him, as said before, he went there every weekday to get his lunch. But he didn't go because the food was out of this world, or to appreciate the aesthetic of the place or anything like that. No, he came for you.

You were a waitress at the tiny diner, dressed in the typical 1960s waitress attire, you scurried to the awaiting people, pouring their drinks and serving their food. Sure, there were other waitresses there, but they weren't you. No, there was something special about you that made Steve want to come there every day for the sake of seeing you. You were beautiful, with bright, sparkling eyes, and soft lips that spoke words so sweetly. You just gave off a feeling that made you stand apart, an aura of warmth and affection. So Steve took a liking to you. And he couldn't understand why he did, no matter how hard he tried. He just felt drawn to you. Like magnetite to a magnet.

Walking out of the backroom, you froze, seeing Steve sitting in his usual booth, hands clasped, looking out the window. Letting out a breath you didn't even know you were holding, you felt your heart begin to race. Oh, what that man did to you, even just his presence alone brought a smile to your face. Brushing down your waitress skirt, you didn't bother to grab your notepad and pen from your skirt pocket as you walked over. You knew his order well. Well enough that you had it memorized; a BLT and a cup or two of black coffee.

Stepping in front of the table, the man looked up, your smile softened slightly, "Good afternoon, Steve. Do you want your usual?" You asked, and what you had asked him practically every day since he came into the little diner a couple of months ago.

The man gave you a small grin back, his clasped hands shifting slightly, making you look down at the movement; his sleeves were pushed back above his elbows, strong forearms exposed. Steve noticed your gaze, his eyes glancing down at your mouth as you bought your bottom lip in between your teeth, "Good afternoon, Y/N. Yes, I would like my usual." He answered, his words making you look back into his blue eyes before you cleared your throat nervously.

You gave him a nod, bits of stray hairs falling in front of your face as you did so, "... Alright, I'll make sure that it arrives soon." With one last look at him, brushing the stray hairs behind your ears, you headed towards the kitchen.

Steve watched you go, staring after you until you disappeared around the corner into the kitchen. He sighed quietly as he leaned back in his seat. Meanwhile, you leaned against the wall near the kitchen door, letting out a breath as you pressed your hand on your chest, feeling your racing heart pound and hammer against your chest. Taking one last breath, you got a hold of yourself, pushing through the large kitchen to find Pete, the chef.

Peering past a metal counter, you smiled at the old man who was mixing some sort of salad, "Hey, Pete," You grinned, "We got a seven and a black coffee." You spoke, gaining the man's attention. Pivoting his weight to his hip, he placed a hand there, tilting his head as he took in your expression; but mostly your eyes. He could tell that something was going on.

"He's here, isn't he?" Pete asked, watching your face flush, as you glanced and looked everywhere but at him, his grin widened.

"Yeah, Pete, he is. Can I please just get his order? Please, no teasing." You begged with a slight whine to your voice.

Pete, an old man in his sixties, had been working at the diner since he was in his twenties; and had been sort of a cool uncle figure to you, only shrugged his shoulders. Turning back around, he began to prepare Steve's order. "Sure thing, dearie," He replied softly, chuckling lightly. "You should probably head over and get him his coffee, don't want Marie to get to him before you do. She won't be so merciful."

Nodding your head you rushed out of the kitchen, heading behind the counter, passing Marie, who only grinned as you passed by her. Pouring the black coffee, you let out one last breath, mentally hyping yourself up before you walked back over to Steve.

He raised his head, meeting your eyes as you carefully sat the coffee down in front of him. "Thank you, Y/N." He spoke, giving you the same small smile that made you want to melt.

"You're welcome, Steve. Is there anything else you'd like while you wait? We just added a blueberry pie to the menu this morning." You asked, but the man just shook his head, his intense gaze unmoving as he gave you a small toothy grin.

"No, I'm alright."

Nodding, you gestured back to the kitchen, "I'll, uh, go check up on your food then."

Rushing back to the kitchen, you found Marie inside, Pete still working on the bacon portion of Steve's order. Marie turned to you, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. "He's here." She sang in a soft sing-song voice, smirking.

Throwing your hands up, you huffed, "Yes, that's quite obvious. He's here every day at twelve-thirty on the dot." You retorted.

Marie laughed, shaking her head, "I just find it funny is all."

You furrowed your eyebrows, watching as Pete began to chop up a tomato. "What's funny?"

"That you get so flustered around him." She answered, making you look down at your feet.

Marie had been your best friend since you were both in high school. She had been in the same few classes with you, and the both of you had gotten along great, even going to the same college. Later, you both tried going your separate ways, but this town had some pull on the both of you - so you both ended up working at the diner after a while of job searching. She was usually the voice of reason, the one you looked up to whenever you had a difficult question or task. She really was a great friend.

"I try not to be." You answered simply, turning to Pete, "Is his sandwich ready?" You asked as the man nodded, stabbing the red foil-tipped toothpick in the center of the bread; topping it all off.

“This might be the best one yet.” Pete marveled, staring down at his sandwich with pride, but without another word, you grabbed the plate with the BLT and pushed the kitchen door open.

Walking over with his food, you felt your irritation fade away as Steve looked up, his grin growing. Placing the food down in front of him, you noticed that his coffee cup was empty. Gesturing to it, you spoke, "Would you like a refill?"

"Yes, thank you," He spoke, watching as you quickly grabbed the coffee pot from the counter across from him, pouring more of the coffee into his cup. "How has your day been, Y/N?" He asked, you had been preparing yourself for today's conversation.

"It's been alright," You said, your voice soft. A nervous chuckle escaped you before you continued, "Just trying to keep busy. How's everything with you?" You asked, hoping to change the subject a bit.

“The same as usual, I'm afraid." He answered, similar to what he told you every time you asked him how he was.

"Well," You cleared your throat, "I'll let you eat. Let me know if you need anything, okay?" You asked, smiling slightly, giving him one last look before walking back to the counter.

"Of course..." He muttered, mostly to himself, watching as you slid behind the counter with your co-worker, grabbing a rag and beginning to clean the marble with it.

Looking down at the table, his sandwich seemed to stare right up at him. Picking it up with both hands, he bit into his BLT, taking a moment before letting his eyes wander the room before they settled on you once more. Watching as you talked with your co-worker, a smile on your face and hers. The co-worker occasionally glanced over at him, making him turn back to stare at his table, chewing his sandwich slowly. Straining his ears, he tried to listen in on your conversation.

"He's staring at you again," Marie spoke under her breath, "It's kind of creepy."

Hitting her arm with the rag, you lightly glared at her, "Don't be rude. Or too loud… He might hear you…"

"What?" She asked defensively, "It is, he's looking at you like a creep."

"And what about that? Should I be worried?" You challenged, raising an eyebrow as you went back to rubbing at the counter in front of you. “I think it’s sweet,” You muttered, and Marie didn’t seem to notice.

Sighing, she shook her head, crossing her arms, "I mean, maybe? Who knows? Maybe he's some serial killer."

You sputtered a laugh, raising your hand to cover your mouth, "You're ridiculous, Marie. He may be a bit… Antisocial, but that does not mean he’s some crazy murderer.”

Marie sighed again, glancing back over at him, "He’s still staring."

"I doubt it." You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. "I'm not someone to stare at."

Marie stared at you, raising her eyebrow, "Girl, you're gorgeous. Shut up. And he is, look."

Rolling your eyes at her, you worried on your lip as you glanced over at him, noticing that he was indeed staring at you. It wasn't hard to notice that fact, with how much his eyes were locked onto yours, especially when you could almost feel them piercing through you. Your cheeks flushed with heat, as your stomach twisted and flipped. You dipped your head, biting into your lip with a bit more force so as not to let the growing smile slip onto your face.

"I might do something risky," You muttered, your voice soft, breathless. Marie noticed, raising both her eyebrows this time in surprise. “I’ve been thinking about doing it for a while…”

"Oh, wow, he's really got you wrapped around his finger, doesn't he? You're whipped."

You shook your head, twisting the rap between your hands, straining your fingers slightly with the force, "No, I'm not."

"You're whipped. Smitten. Absolutely enamored. You've got the hots for this guy." She continued to tease, making you let out a deep sigh, tossing the rag down on the counter. "What are you planning to do exactly, hon?" She then asked, noticing that she really wasn't helping you in this situation.

"I might give him my number." You muttered, taking a quick glance over to see him finishing his coffee; plate clean. You couldn’t help but admire his side profile, taking in his perfect features. His dark hair, sprinkled with gray, looked so soft. It looked like it would be great to run your fingers through it. Your hand moved to the front of your head, pulling on a loose strand of hair before returning it behind your ear. You wondered, as you stared at him, if his beard would be soft or rough... “Oh God...” You murmured under your breath.

Marie took a step forward, placing a hand on your arm, snapping your gaze back to her, "Hon... Uh, you don't have to listen to me… But isn’t he a bit too old for you?”

You tilted your head at her, confusion etching onto your face, "Too old?"

She nodded her head, "Yea, y'know, he's like forty or fifty or somethin'. There’s a pretty big age gap between you two.

Blinking your eyes rapidly, your lips parted slightly, sort of speechless. "Marie... I don't care how old he is... I don't care about age gaps. If I was like eighteen, then yeah, that would be a problem to me, but I am twenty-five... I just... I don't know… As long as we are two consenting adults… I- uh…" You trailed off. “You’re stressing me out.”

“I’m sorry,” Marie smiled sweetly, patting you on the shoulder gently, "Don't mind me then. I just want you to be a bit cautious… That is, unless he's super rich, then I say go for it.” You shook your head, letting out a small chuckle, before nodding your head towards the man in question.

"I should check on him. His lunch break is almost over." Marie watched you go, sighing before she left for the kitchen. Walking over, Steve sat his empty coffee cup down, looking up at you with a small grin, a strange glint in his eyes. "Ready for the bill, Steve?" You asked.

"I believe so," He sighed, grabbing into his jacket pocket beside him to grab his wallet. "Same as always?" He asked, and you hummed in confirmation. Pulling out a twenty dollar bill, he handed it to you. Your fingers brushed his as you took it, trying to ignore the sudden tingling feeling in your stomach at the contact. Stuffing the ten in your pocket, you pulled out a ten dollar bill. But, Steve only shook his head, “You keep that.”

Nodding with a small, grateful smile, you nodded, “Thank you, Steve.”

Shaking his head, he stood, "You don’t have to thank me. Your service was excellent, as always." He said simply, slipping his arms through the sleeves.

"Thank you," You muttered softly, blinking rapidly before you stuffed the money into your pocket, quickly opening your notepad and writing something down.

Steve watched you curiously as he adjusted the collar of his coat before you ripped the paper from the small notebook and handed it to him; unable to meet his gaze. He opened it slowly, his eyes reading and rereading the number - he could only assume it was your number - that you had haphazardly written down for him; though you were quick to write it, it was still neat and Steve could read it easily. Looking up at you, you finally managed to glance back up at him.

Folding the note, Steve slid it in his pocket, "I'll see you tomorrow?" He asked simply, watching as you nodded. He hummed, glancing around the features of your face before he found himself raising his hand, brushing the stubborn wisps behind your ear, the tips of his fingers lingering a second too long on the softness of your cheek before he pulled away. Your eyes widened a fraction, your lips opening slightly as a small, inaudible gasp left you. Steve swallowed thickly, swiftly turning on his heel before he lost what little control he had over himself, walking out of the diner, the door shutting behind him.

Standing there, you stared after him, letting out a sigh. What was that? Not that you were complaining. You slowly raised your hand, brushing your fingers along the same trail that he had touched moments ago, feeling the warmth. He had been so gentle and careful and... So warm. It felt good. You couldn't help but smile lightly. You hoped that he'd call you.

And he would. You'd be hearing from him soon. Very soon.

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Chapter 4: Tangled Hearts

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With big steps, Aaron left the school building, his heart pounding in his chest. He was almost running to his car, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. Forcefully, he closed the car door and gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. He leaned his head against the steering wheel, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm the storm of desire and frustration that raged within him.

His mind replayed the moment in her classroom, their faces mere millimeters apart, their lips nearly brushing. The intensity of their connection was undeniable, a magnetic pull he couldn't ignore. But he was angry with himself, furious that he had let it go so far. He knew he desperately wanted to kiss her, to feel the softness of her lips against his, to give in to the attraction that had been building between them. What was he thinking, allowing himself to get so close? They had almost crossed a line that could change everything. He needed to be better than this, stronger than his desires. He had Jack to think about, his responsibilities as a father taking precedence over anything else. With a frustrated exhale, he started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, determined to put distance between himself and the temptation that Y/N represented.

He took the long road home, the minutes ticking away as he drove, the rhythm of the road helping to soothe his racing thoughts. He needed this time to clear his mind, to distance himself from the near-miss with Y/N that had shaken him to his core. He replayed their close encounter over and over, each time feeling a mixture of longing and frustration.

As he pulled into the driveway, Jess's message about dinner being almost ready pulled him back to reality. Taking a deep breath, he turned off the engine and sat in the car for a moment, collecting himself. He was a father, a role model, and he couldn't let his personal turmoil affect his interactions with Jack or Jess.

With newfound determination, he stepped out of the car and walked into the house. The smell of dinner cooking in the air was comforting, a reminder of the stability he needed to provide for his family. Jack was in the living room, looking much better than the day before but still showing signs of fatigue.

"Hey, buddy," Aaron greeted him, crouching down to his level. "How are you feeling?"

Jack gave a small smile. "Better, Dad. My tummy doesn't hurt as much today."

"That's good to hear," Aaron replied, ruffling his son's hair gently. "You rest up, okay? Dinner will be ready soon.

Aaron stepped into the kitchen, where Jess was setting the table. He quickly washed his hands and went to fetch Jack so they could all sit down to dinner. The weight of the day's events still hung heavily on his mind.

While they were eating, Aaron found it hard to fully focus on the meal. His mind kept drifting back to the close encounter with Y/N, the nearness of her lips to his. He tried to shake off the distracting thoughts, but it wasn't easy.

"Hey, are you listening?" Jessica's voice broke through his reverie.

He blinked, looking up to meet her gaze. "Hmm, sorry, what is it?" he asked, trying to push aside his distraction.

Jessica raised an eyebrow, her concern evident. "You seem distracted. Is everything okay?"

"Just work," he replied with a halfhearted smile, hoping she would buy his explanation.

She nodded understandingly. "I was just asking about the meeting with Jack's teacher. How did it go?"

Aaron took a sip of his water, buying himself a moment to collect his thoughts. "It went well," he answered, his voice a little strained.

Jessica smiled, seemingly satisfied with his response. "That's good to hear. She's a very caring teacher. I met her a couple of times and she seems wonderful. It's important to have teachers who genuinely care about their students."

"Yeah, it is," Aaron agreed, though his gaze momentarily drifted away as he battled the inner turmoil of his conflicting emotions. He then looked back at Jessica. "How was your day?"

She launched into a detailed account of her day, and he listened attentively, grateful for the distraction. As they continued their conversation, Aaron made an effort to engage more fully, pushing aside the thoughts that had been preoccupying him. After all, he was at the dinner table with his family, and that was what truly mattered at that moment.

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After Aaron left Y/N's classroom, she was left in a state of emotional disarray. She sat back at her table, arms crossed, and her face buried in the back of her hands. Her feelings were a tumultuous mix of desire, confusion, and a hint of regret. She was dangerously close to tears, her heart heavy with the weight of what had just transpired.

Her mind raced with thoughts that they had crossed a line they shouldn't have, that things had become infinitely more complicated. But as much as she scolded herself for letting it happen, that wasn't the real reason she was on the verge of tears. What she wanted to cry about was the rush of emotions she had experienced when Aaron held her in his arms. The tenderness of his touch on her cheek, the nearness of his body—it had felt like a fleeting taste of something she craved, something she might never have again. She couldn't deny that being that close to him, feeling his warmth, had felt incredible. But the knowledge that it might have been a one-time occurrence weighed heavily on her heart, tearing at her from the inside. Her thoughts and emotions were a jumbled mess, her heart torn between longing and a growing sense of self-disappointment.

And so, as the minutes ticked by, Y/N sat alone in her classroom, wrestling with her emotions and the realization that she had let herself cross a boundary that she might never be able to come back from.

Feeling lost in her thoughts, Y/N hadn't noticed her phone vibrating in her bag, and therefore the calls from Lizzie trying to reach her. Lost in her internal turmoil, she was completely unaware of the world outside her classroom.

Just as Y/N's emotions threatened to overwhelm her, the door to her classroom creaked open. Lizzie's concerned voice filled the air, "Y/N? I've been looking everywhere for you. You promised me a ride did you forget?"

Y/N's head snapped up, her tear-stained face revealing the raw vulnerability she had been trying to hide. She blinked at Lizzie, her vision blurred, but the concern and kindness in her friend's eyes were unmistakable. Before Y/N could respond, Lizzie's eyes fell upon Y/N's tear-streaked face, and without a second thought, Lizzie rushed over to her side. She immediately wrapped her arms around Y/N in a tight and comforting hug, her heart full of concern and care.

"Honey, what happened?" Lizzie's voice was gentle, her words a soothing balm for Y/N's distressed heart.

Y/N sniffled, as she spoke, "I... I don't even know where to begin."

Lizzie's grip on Y/N's shoulder tightened gently. "It's ok, I'm here for you. Whatever it is, you don't have to face it alone." Without a word, Lizzie wrapped her arms around Y/N, offering a comforting embrace. Y/N's shoulders shook as she allowed herself to finally release the emotions she had been holding back. The tears fell freely as she clung to her friend, grateful for the solace and understanding that Lizzie provided.

Lizzie's embrace tightened even more as Y/N opened up about what had been tormenting her. "Hey, hey, it's okay," Lizzie soothed, her voice a gentle reassurance. "Take a deep breath. It's going to be alright."

"We almost kissed, Liz," Y/N said, her voice quivering with a mix of sadness and frustration. "I almost kissed Aaron." Her tears flowed freely, each drop a testament to the weight of her feelings.

Lizzie's hand moved to Y/N's back, rubbing soothing circles as she listened attentively. "Okay, it sounds like there's a lot more to the story. Why don't you tell me what happened?"

Taking a shaky breath, Y/N began recounting the events of that afternoon. The closeness, the shared moment, the overwhelming emotions that had gripped them both. She wiped away the tears that had fallen, her voice trembling as she continued to confide in Liz. "I feel so unprofessional, Liz. I mean, what kind of teacher nearly kisses a student's father? And in school, no less. It's ridiculous, and I should have had more control over myself."

Liz's comforting hand remained on Y/N's shoulder, a silent gesture of support. "Hey, it's okay. These things happen, and feelings can be unpredictable."

"It's not just about the situation. It's about the pull I feel towards him. I've been trying so hard to focus on my job, to build a future for myself, and now all of that is at risk. If I lose this job, it would be devastating. I love my students, I love what I do."

Y/N let out a sigh, her shoulders sagging with the weight of her emotions. "And that's not all. I'm scared, Liz. Scared of how he sees me now, scared that he thinks less of me. I'm scared of losing this job, but I'm also scared of how I'm... how I'm falling for him."

"O sweetie...", Liz gave her a reassuring squeeze.

"He couldn't even face me Liz, he hates me" Y/N's voice wavered, her heartache evident. "I don't blame him. I just... I don't know what I was thinking."

Lizzie's voice was gentle but firm, "Y/N, listen to me. I've known you for a long time, and I know that you're kind, caring, and thoughtful. Whatever happened, I'm sure Aaron doesn't hate you." Y/N let out a sigh, her fingers wiping away another stray tear. "It's just... I've had my share of bad experiences in the past, Liz. You know that. I've been hurt before, and sometimes I feel like those insecurities still hang over me." Liz nodded in understanding, her voice gentle. "I know you've been through a lot, Y/N. But remember, not everyone is the same. Aaron is not your past, and you're not the same person you were back then." Y/N looked down, her hands twisting in her lap as she tried to gather her thoughts. "I just wish I could have controlled my feelings, kept things professional. This job means so much to me, Liz. It's not just about my students, but it's also about proving to myself that I can succeed." Liz's expression softened even more. "Y/N, you are succeeding. You're a wonderful teacher, and one moment doesn't define your entire career. And as for Aaron, I can't predict how he'll react, but I do know that you're a caring and genuine person. Emotions can get complicated, especially when there's a connection. But it doesn't mean you've messed up beyond repair. Maybe he left because he was overwhelmed too, not because he hates you."

Y/N wiped her tears with the back of her hand, her emotions still raw but Lizzie's words offered a glimmer of hope. "I love you, Lizzie. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Lizzie gave her a small smile. "You'd do just fine, but remember that I'm here to support you no matter what. And if Aaron is half as good as you think he is, he'll understand that emotions can be complicated."

With Lizzie's understanding presence, Y/N felt a bit lighter, a bit less burdened by her own thoughts. The tears were a release, and now she knew that she had a friend who would stand by her, even when emotions were tangled and complex.

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Wrapped in an intimate embrace, her laughter filled the air, a sweet melody that warmed his heart. "You're holding me too tight," she playfully chided, her voice a gentle caress against his naked chest.

Drawing her even nearer, he shifted to face her, their noses touching as he peppered her cheeks, forehead, and lips with tender kisses. "I can't get enough of you," he murmured between each kiss, his words infused with affection.

They were tangled in the sheets, her soft skin pressed against his, sending waves of electricity through his veins. The scent of her hair surrounded him, intoxicating and familiar. Their laughter intertwined, a symphony of shared joy that echoed in his ears.

But then, from somewhere far away, a ringing began. At first distant, it grew progressively louder, a discordant intrusion into their private world. The sound pierced through the dream, shattering the illusion of their intimate cocoon.

Jolted awake, he blinked against the darkness, disoriented by the abrupt transition from the dream's warmth to the chill of reality. His heart raced, the remnants of the dream still clinging to his senses. Yet, the dream's allure slipped through his fingers like sand, leaving him alone in the chilly early morning air. With a sigh, he reached for his phone and saw JJ's name flash on the screen. The dream and its warmth dissolved as the cold realization of work settled in.

It was close to 5am when the team gathered in the office, their faces reflecting the seriousness of their profession. Papers scattered across the tables, photos of crime scenes pinned up on the board, and a palpable sense of focus hung in the air. JJ, Reid, Morgan, Rossi, Prentiss, and Garcia were all present, ready to dive into the details of the new case.

As Aaron walked in, his usually stern expression was even more severe, and his steps were heavy with an unspoken weight. No one commented on his mood; they knew better than to pry into his personal matters. They all had their moments of emotional turmoil, and the unwavering support they showed each other was a testament to their bond.

"Alright, everyone," JJ began, her tone authoritative yet tinged with empathy. "We've got a new case, and it's a serious one. There have been a series of kidnappings in a small town in Albuquerque. The victims are all children around the same age. The parents have reported strange symbols left at the abduction sites."

Reid chimed in, his fingers dancing over the keyboard as he displayed images of the symbols on the screen. "The symbols are a combination of archaic symbols and more recent graffiti. They don't seem to have any direct religious or cult-related significance. It could be the unsub's attempt to confuse us."

Morgan leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he studied the images. "Any witnesses? Any commonalities between the victims?"

Garcia, fingers flying over her keyboard, answered, "Most of the abductions occurred in the evening when the kids were playing outside or walking home from school. No witnesses so far. The kids don't seem to know each other, and they come from different backgrounds. There's no apparent connection."

Rossi crossed his arms, a contemplative expression on his face. "We need to find out more about the symbols. Are they a message, a signature, or something else entirely?"

Prentiss added, "And let's not forget that the longer these kids are missing, the higher the risk of harm."

Aaron listened to the team as they discussed possible profiles, strategies, and leads. "Alright, everyone. We don't have a lot of time. Wheels up in thirty minutes. Let's get ready to head to Albuquerque."

As the team dispersed to prepare for the flight, Aaron stayed back for a moment, his gaze lingering on the board with the photos of the victims and symbols. He took a deep breath, his internal struggle evident in the way he clenched his jaw. He knew that his focus needed to be on the case, on the children who were in danger, but the complexity of his own emotions threatened to consume him.

With a determined shake of his head, Aaron forced his personal feelings to the background. He couldn't let his team down. He had a job to do, and the lives of innocent children were at stake. As he joined his team to get ready for the flight, his thoughts shifted entirely to the task ahead, leaving his own turmoil momentarily behind.

The jet's interior was dimly lit as the team settled into their seats. The low hum of the engines provided a soothing background noise, and the gentle vibrations of the aircraft were enough to lull some of the agents into sleep. The fatigue was palpable, etched into their expressions after being abruptly woken in the early hours of the morning. It was a routine they were all familiar with, yet it never became any easier. Yet, among them, Aaron seemed to embody a deeper sense of turmoil. His usually stoic demeanor was marked with a heaviness that went beyond the lack of sleep. The feeling of his dream still lingered beneath his skin, a phantom touch that tugged at his thoughts.

Upon their arrival, the team wasted no time diving into the case at hand. The briefing room buzzed with the hum of conversation as they went over the details, photographs, and evidence collected so far. However, the initial optimism of solving the case quickly began to wane as they encountered unexpected challenges.

The evidence was scattered and disjointed, seemingly leading them in conflicting directions. Clues that should have provided clear paths toward the unsub only seemed to complicate the investigation further. Frustration crept in as profiles were analyzed and discarded, theories formed and debunked. The team's collective expertise seemed to hit a roadblock as the case defied their attempts to decipher it.

Aaron Hotchner's usually sharp mind was also feeling the strain. His lack of sleep from the previous night combined with the emotional turmoil of the dream left him mentally fatigued. Despite his efforts to focus, his thoughts occasionally drifted, and he found himself grappling with inner conflicts that further hindered his concentration.

As the hours passed, the team's exhaustion became palpable. Dark circles formed under their eyes, and the atmosphere in the room grew heavy with the weight of their frustration. The realization that this case was far more complex than they had anticipated began to set in, and their initial optimism gave way to a sobering sense of determination.

With the clock ticking and the case slipping through their fingers, the team would need to rally their resources, harness their expertise, and uncover every possible lead to make sense of the puzzle before them. As the day turned into night, they worked tirelessly, pushing their limits to crack the intricate code that held the key to solving the case.

Friday marked the third day since their arrival in Albuquerque, and the mounting stress was taking its toll on Aaron. The emotional turmoil he had experienced earlier in the week seemed to have intensified his usual work-related stress. He found himself on edge, his patience thinning, and his temper fraying at the edges.

During a tense discussion with the team about their latest lead, Derek's suggestion inadvertently triggered Aaron's short fuse. "I don't think that's the right approach, Hotch," Derek said, his tone firm but well-intentioned.

Aaron's response was sharper than he had intended, particularly screaming "Morgan, we're running out of time. We need to think critically, not waste it on wild goose chases."

The room fell momentarily silent, the tension palpable. The team exchanged glances, taken aback by Aaron's uncharacteristic outburst. Even he realized he had crossed a line. He could feel their eyes on him, a mix of surprise and concern. Without a word, Aaron stood up and stormed out of the room, leaving behind a sense of unease. Derek, always attuned to the dynamics of the team, knew something else was at play here. He excused himself from the meeting and followed Aaron down the corridor.

As he caught up with Aaron, Derek placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Hey, Hotch, you mind telling me what's eating at you? I've never seen you snap like that before."

Aaron's shoulders tensed, but he knew he couldn't hide his emotions from someone as perceptive as Derek. He let out a sigh, his frustration mixing with a tinge of vulnerability. "It's... personal stuff, Morgan. Nothing that should affect the case."

Derek raised an eyebrow skeptically. "You and I both know that's not true. We're a team, Hotch. We've got each other's backs. If something's bothering you, it's better to talk it out."

Aaron hesitated, his gaze distant as he wrestled with his inner turmoil. "It's just been a rough week, Derek. Some personal issues got under my skin, and I let it affect my focus."

Derek leaned against the wall, folding his arms across his chest. "And keeping it bottled up isn't going to make it any better, my friend. We're here for you, whether it's about the case or something else. We're a family, man. So, what's eating at you?"

Aaron's voice was steady as he began to explain, his words carrying a mix of frustration and something deeper. "A couple of months ago, I met Y/N at a parent-teacher conference. She's Jack's teacher."

Derek nodded understandingly, showing Aaron he was listening.

"The night we met we talked and talked and I ran into her a couple of times while picking up Jack. All of these were brief interactions but last weekend, we ran into her again at the park. We spent the afternoon together and had lunch" Aaron's gaze turned distant, his thoughts fixated on the memory.

Derek's eyebrows lifted in curiosity. "And?"

Aaron let out a breath, his voice tinged with a hint of self-deprecation. "And I felt a pull towards her, Derek. A magnetic pull I couldn't ignore." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "I haven't felt that way for someone since...", he didn't have to finish his sentence, Derek knew what he was about to say.

Derek's eyes widened slightly, and his surprise was evident. "Hotch, are you saying..."

Aaron continued, his voice lowering. "I spent more time with her, talked to her about Jack. And then, on Monday, she brought Jack to the office because he was sick. She took care of him and drove him personally to Penelope. I was grateful, more than I can express."

Derek nodded, encouraging Aaron to keep going.

"But then something happened," Aaron admitted, his tone heavy. "I met up with her at school to thank her personally but as I was leaving, there was a moment. A moment when it felt like... like we were both on the edge of something. Like we were about to cross a line."

Derek's gaze was steady on Aaron, his expression thoughtful. "And did you?"

"No," Aaron said firmly. "I stopped it. But it's been eating at me, Derek. I just... I can't stay away from her," Aaron admitted, his voice heavy with conflicting emotions. "But I know I need to. We can't be together, it's wrong. I'm a mess, and I let it affect the way I talked to you earlier."

Derek studied his friend for a moment before speaking, his tone gentle. "Aaron, I get it. But you can't control your feelings. And maybe there's a reason why you're drawn to her."

Derek's presence was a reassuring anchor for Aaron as they stood in the hallway, but his worries were far from over. "I just... I fear that I messed things up completely," Aaron admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "My actions created an awkward atmosphere and even though I know she would never do anything to upset Jack intentionally, I still worry that he might sense something is off."

Derek pushed off the wall, his voice firm. "Look, you can't control what you feel, but you can control how you act on it. Just be honest with yourself and her. And remember, sometimes taking a chance is worth it."

"I hope you're right," Aaron said, a mixture of hope and uncertainty in his voice.

Derek patted his shoulder reassuringly. "I've seen you handle tougher situations, Hotch. This might feel overwhelming now, but it's not the end of the world. Just remember, you're a good father, a good agent, and a good person. Just don't shut yourself off completely. Life's too short for that."

Aaron managed a faint smile, appreciating Derek's encouragement. "Thanks, Derek. I needed that."

"Just looking out for you," Derek said with a grin. "Now, let's get back to work."

He couldn't shake off the realization that these feelings for Y/N were the first he had experienced since his divorce. It was unexpected, a mix of vulnerability and longing that he thought he would never feel again after losing Hailey. The thought of opening his heart again had felt like an unconquerable challenge, yet here he was, facing it head-on. It was both terrifying and exhilarating, a testament to Y/N's impact on his life and he was willing to confront these emotions, even though they seemed to complicate his already complex life.

As they headed back to the rest of the team, Aaron felt a renewed determination. Talking things through with Derek had given him a sense of clarity and a reminder that he wasn't alone in his struggles. The case still demanded their attention, but Aaron knew that he could face it with the support of his team by his side.

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As the team delved deeper into the case, their collective determination and skill began to pay off. Clues led them to a remote location where the unsub was hiding with the abducted children. The tension was palpable as they approached the abandoned warehouse.

With a plan in place, the team moved swiftly, positioning themselves strategically around the area. Aaron, despite the weight of his struggles, was fully focused on the task at hand. As they breached the warehouse, chaos erupted. The unsub, desperate and cornered, held a knife to one of the children's throats, using her as a shield.

The room was filled with shouts and tension as the team tried to negotiate with the unsub and secure the children's safety. Aaron's heart pounded in his chest as he calculated his moves. He could see the fear in the children's eyes, and his determination to protect them surged.

In a split second, Aaron lunged forward, deflecting the knife away from the child with precision. A brief struggle ensued as he wrestled with the unsub, determined to subdue him. Adrenaline surged through his veins as he fought to overpower the desperate man.

During the struggle, a powerful blow landed on Aaron's eyebrow, and a searing pain radiated through his head. The world spun for a moment, but he shook off the dizziness and focused on restraining the unsub. With a final burst of strength, Aaron managed to pin the man down, disarming him.

Breathing heavily, Aaron looked around the room. The team had managed to neutralize the threat, and the children were safe. The relief that washed over him was immeasurable, knowing that their efforts had paid off and that they had successfully rescued the abducted kids.

As the authorities arrived to take the unsub into custody and tend to the rescued children, Aaron leaned against a wall, catching his breath. His eyebrow throbbed but it was a small price to pay for the successful operation and nothing a couple of stitches couldn’t fix. Despite his struggles, he had remained steadfast in his duty to protect the innocent.

In the aftermath of the mission, the team shared a moment of relief. Their collective effort had brought about a positive outcome, and Aaron felt a renewed sense of purpose, knowing that he was part of something bigger than himself.

As the sun began to rise, casting a warm glow over the scene, he couldn't help but reflect on the events of the past days. While his emotions remained complex and tangled, the knowledge that he had made a difference, both as an agent and as a father, provided a sense of solace.

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The crunch of fallen leaves underfoot echoed through the quiet park as Aaron walked alongside Jack. The weekend was a rare oasis of calm in the whirlwind of their lives, and he intended to make the most of it. And after a week of back-to-back cases, he and the team deserved a quiet and peaceful weekend.

The vibrant hues of red and orange leaves created a picturesque backdrop, enveloping the surroundings in a warm autumn embrace. Despite the tranquility, Aaron couldn't help but find his gaze repeatedly drifting to the running trail. Each time someone passed by, his heart skipped a beat, a silent hope that perhaps Y/N would appear among them. He knew it was unlikely, a product of his own yearning more than anything else.

Jack's laughter brought his attention back to the present. His son was chasing after a fluttering leaf, his infectious joy filling the air. Aaron smiled, grateful for these simple moments of connection, moments where he could just be a father, shielding Jack from the darkness he faced in his job.

As they continued their walk, the sun began its descent, casting a warm glow that painted everything in hues of gold. The park was a sanctuary of sorts, a place where they could escape the demands of their responsibilities, even if only for a little while.

Aaron's thoughts drifted back to Y/N, like an unbidden refrain. He wondered what she was doing, whether she was also enjoying her weekend, and if the thought of him ever crossed her mind. The memories of their encounters replayed in his mind, each one sparking a mixture of emotions that he was still grappling to understand.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm amber glow across the landscape, Aaron found himself looking towards the running trail once more. Jack tugged at his hand, a question in his eyes. "Dad, can we go play on the swings?" Aaron nodded, his fingers brushing against his son's hair affectionately. They made their way towards the playground, laughter and the sound of children's voices filling the air.

The weekend was a brief respite, a chance for Aaron to find solace in the simplicity of fatherhood and the natural beauty around him.

After a quiet weekend spent together, Aaron helped Jack take a bath, pack his schoolbag for the next day, and get ready for his bedtime story. That's when he turned to his dad and asked, "Dad, are you sad?" Children are often more perceptive of their surroundings than most people realize. Aaron, however, didn't expect Jack to pose such a question while he was helping him get ready for bed on Sunday.

He paused, his fingers stilling as he helped Jack fasten the buttons of his pajama shirt. He looked down at his son, caught off guard by the question. Jack's eyes, so innocent and perceptive, gazed up at him with a mixture of concern and curiosity. "Sad?" Aaron repeated, his voice soft as he knelt to meet Jack's eye level. "Why would you think that, buddy?"

Jack furrowed his eyebrows dramatically, imitating what he had seen on his father's face. "You have this face," he explained with a serious expression, making Aaron chuckle.

"Well, I'm not sad," Aaron began, his voice calm and reassuring. "But sometimes, people can get a little stressed and overwhelmed. And you know, feeling sad is not a bad thing, right? We need all kinds of emotions. But it’s important to talk about them"

Jack considered this for a moment, his young mind processing the information. "So, you're not sad?"

A soft warmth spread through Aaron's chest at the question. "After such an amazing weekend, how could I be sad?" He ruffled Jack's hair playfully. "But you know, if I ever do feel sad, I promise I'll tell you. And you promise to tell me too if you ever feel that way." Jack's eyes lit up with enthusiasm as he eagerly extended his little finger. "Deal! Pinky promise!" Aaron chuckled, linking his pinky with Jack's. "Pinky promise." It was moments like these that reminded him of the simple beauty of his relationship with his son – an unbreakable bond built on trust, understanding, and the willingness to share both the joys and challenges of life.

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Throughout the rest of the week, Y/N did her best to put the events with Aaron behind her. She channeled her energy into her work, finding solace in the routine and challenges of teaching. Every time she caught sight of Jack at school, a mixture of emotions washed over her. It pained her slightly to know that her actions might have created some tension, yet she couldn't help but feel a deep affection for the young boy. To keep her mind occupied, she filled her weekend with various activities. She explored new hiking trails, lost herself in the pages of a good book, and even indulged in baking some of her favorite treats. Amidst the distraction, though, her thoughts would occasionally drift back to Aaron. As she tried to put the pieces together, she realized that her heart was caught in a complicated dance between logic and emotion.

The next school week unfolded in a relatively ordinary manner, devoid of any special events or unexpected encounters. Y/N found herself navigating her routines with a sense of quiet determination. While a part of her missed Aaron's presence, she also felt a twinge of relief knowing that she wouldn't run into him on the schoolyard. Days passed, and the routine of classes, lesson planning, and interacting with her students continued as usual. There were moments when sadness washed over her and a of her wanted to believe that Aaron's silence wasn't a definitive rejection, that perhaps he would reach out and they could have an honest conversation about what had transpired. Days turned into a week, and the silence from Aaron remained unbroken. With each passing day, her hope began to waver, and a sinking feeling settled in her chest. The absence of any communication felt like a confirmation of her fears – that he wanted to distance himself, that he regretted whatever moment they had shared.

As Y/N walked towards the school entrance that Thursday morning. It was a routine she had followed countless times before, picking the kids up in the morning and wishing them goodbye in the afternoon.

What she hadn't anticipated was the sight of Aaron standing by the school gates, engaged in a seemingly serious conversation with Lizzie. Her steps faltered as her eyes fell on him, her breath catching in her throat. His presence sent a jolt of emotions coursing through her – surprise, and a trace of anxiety. She watched as he listened intently to Lizzie, his expression somber, and a lump formed in her throat.

Then, unexpectedly, his gaze lifted and met hers from across the schoolyard. For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still as their eyes locked, emotions unspoken but deeply felt passing between them. The distance felt both unbearable and sacred, the weight of their unspoken history heavy in the air. And then, with a barely perceptible nod towards Lizzie, Aaron turned and walked away, disappearing from her view.

As the schoolyard buzzed with activity around her, Y/N realized that she had been standing still, lost in her thoughts. Her attention shifted to her side, where Jack and his classmates were waiting patiently. She mustered a small smile for them, her heart still racing from the unexpected encounter.

Liz turned around, her expression mirroring the seriousness that had marked Aaron's face earlier, but as she approached the group of kids, her countenance transformed into a warm and welcoming smile. Y/N watched as Liz walked over to her, her heart pounding in her chest with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

"What did you tell him?" Y/N whispered to Liz

Liz simply shook her head, her lips pursed in a tight line as she held Y/N's gaze. She didn't utter a word, but her eyes communicated volumes – the unspoken promise to keep whatever conversation she had with Aaron confidential.

"Liz," Y/N's voice carried a hint of urgency, a plea for honesty.

Liz's response was a simple locking of her lips with an invisible key, followed by a reassuring smile. With a quick glance at the children, she turned and began leading them into the school building, leaving Y/N standing there with a mixture of curiosity and worry.

Later in the day, the kids were working on a writing assignment as Jack approached Y/N "Hey, Jack," Y/N smiled warmly as he approached her. "What can I help you with?"

He held up his worksheet, his brows furrowing in concentration. "I don't know what to write for this part."

Y/N leaned down slightly to look at the assignment. "It looks like you're supposed to write about your favorite place. Do you have a favorite place?"

He nodded, his eyes lighting up. "Yeah, the park with my dad."

"That is a great favorite place," Y/N replied, encouraging him to continue.

Jack hesitated for a moment before asking, "Can you help me write it? I want it to be really good."

Y/N's heart swelled at his request. "Of course, Jack. I'd be happy to help." She pulled out a chair for him and motioned for him to sit down. "Tell me all about the park with your dad."

As Jack began to share his thoughts, Y/N couldn't help but smile. The way he described their outings, the laughter, and the games they played, painted a vivid picture of their special moments together. She helped him put his thoughts into words, guiding him gently through the writing process.

Once they finished, Y/N read over the assignment with him, her heart warming at his words. "You did a fantastic job, Jack. Your dad is going to love reading this."

Jack beamed with pride, his eyes shining. "Thanks, Miss Y/L/N. I'm really glad you're my teacher."

Jack watched Y/N's face for a couple of seconds, his young eyes taking in her expression with keen curiosity. Finally, he spoke up in his small, earnest voice, "You have the same face today."

Y/N's eyebrows lifted in surprise, her lips curling into a gentle smile. "Same face as who, Jack?"

"Same face like dad," Jack replied matter-of-factly, his little finger pointing towards his own forehead as if mimicking the frown he had seen on Aaron's face before. "He was making the same yesterday. I thought he looked sad, but he said he wasn't sad. He said people get stressed and being sad is okay."

Y/N's heart swelled at Jack's innocence and his attempt to make sense of the world around him. "You're absolutely right, Jack. Your dad is a wise man. Sometimes people do get stressed or overwhelmed, and feeling sad is a normal emotion."

Jack nodded, taking in her words with the earnestness of a child who was eager to learn. "Yeah, and he said we should talk about our feelings if we're sad."

"That's very true," Y/N agreed, her smile softening. "It's important to talk to someone we trust when we're feeling sad or overwhelmed. Sharing our feelings can make us feel better."

Jack's face lit up as if a light bulb had gone off in his head. "So, are you sad, Ms Y/L/N?"

Y/N chuckled lightly, touched by his concern. "A little, Jack. But just like your dad said, sometimes grown-ups feel sad too. It's all part of life."

He regarded her with wide eyes, absorbing her words. "But you'll be okay, right?"

Her heart warmed at his care for her well-being. She reached out to gently ruffle his hair. "Yes, honey. I'll be okay. Thank you for asking."

Jack beamed, his worries seemingly eased by her assurance, and returned to his seat, leaving Y/N to her thoughts. She watched him with a fond smile, grateful for the innocence he brought into her life. As the day went on, she found herself reflecting on the past week, particularly on how she had managed to control her emotions, especially in front of her young students. However, the encounter with Aaron and the conversation he had with Liz had thrown her off balance. She couldn't help but wonder if her emotions had been visible on her face and if her worries and curiosity were transparent to those around her.

As she organized some papers on her desk, her thoughts inevitably wandered to Aaron once again. She wondered if he was feeling the same way she did if he was affected by their last interaction. But her inner voice quickly intervened, scolding her for indulging in such thoughts. "Get over yourself," she chided herself silently, "he is a hardworking FBI agent with more important matters to worry about than you."

Y/N decided to redirect her thoughts and focus on her students. In an effort to create an engaging classroom environment, she initiated a spelling game that had the entire class cheering excitedly.

As the day progressed and the time for dismissal approached, Y/N noticed Jack approaching her again. She offered him a warm smile as he handed her a folded piece of paper. "What is this, Jack?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued. Unfolding the paper, her heart warmed as she saw a series of stick-figure drawings depicting kids playing soccer. The drawings were accompanied by bold blue letters spelling out "Soccer Game on Saturday."

Her heart swelled with affection for Jack and his thoughtfulness. "Did you draw these, Jack?" she asked, a smile gracing her lips.

Jack nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! My team's having a soccer game on Saturday," he exclaimed, his voice full of enthusiasm. "And soccer always makes me happy. So if you ever feel sad, Ms. Y/L/N, you should come and watch us play."

Y/N's heart swelled at his innocent offer. She was touched by his kindness and the genuine concern he showed for her well-being. It was moments like these that reminded her why she loved her job as a teacher so much. The connections she formed with her students were truly special.

However, a small pang of uncertainty tugged at her. She hesitated, wondering if accepting Jack's invitation was the right thing to do. She glanced toward the school building, her mind wandering to thoughts of Aaron. Would he be uncomfortable if she attended the soccer game? As she gazed into Jack's big, sparkling eyes, a warmth spread through her chest. His unwavering trust and earnest invitation were impossible to resist. At that moment, she realized that she couldn't deny him anything, especially when his genuine desire to share his happiness with her was so evident.

A soft smile formed on her lips as she replied, "Thank you, Jack. You're so thoughtful. It sounds like a lot of fun and I'll be sure to keep your invitation in mind, okay?", she said not denying but also not confirming right away that she would attend to his soccer game.

Jack's eyes lit up with excitement, and he beamed at her. Jack beamed at her response, his excitement undiminished. "Yay! That would be awesome, Ms. Y/L/N. I can't wait for you to see us play!"

Later that day, Y/N found herself at home, her mind still preoccupied with the invitation Jack had extended to her earlier. Picking up her phone, she hesitated for a moment before setting it down again. It was the fifth time she had contemplated reaching out to Aaron, torn between the desire to attend the soccer game and her uncertainty about how he might feel with her there. She paced her living room, a nervous energy settling within her. Maybe it was the comfort of her own space that was enabling her to muster the courage she needed or perhaps it was the glass of wine she had indulged in that gave her that extra push. Either way, she finally decided to take action.

Sitting down on the couch, she composed an email to Aaron. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment before she began to type, explaining that Jack had invited her to his soccer game on Saturday. She kept it simple and straightforward, not wanting to overthink her words. Once the email was written, she hit send and then promptly threw her phone on the other end of the couch.

For the rest of the evening, Y/N deliberately avoided her phone, like it was the plaque, casting occasional glances toward it as if it was a ticking time bomb. The fear of his response weighed on her mind, and she second-guessed her decision to reach out. As the hours passed, her phone remained silent, and the lack of a response gnawed at her. It was a strange mixture of relief and disappointment—relief that she didn't have to confront his answer just yet, and disappointment that his silence left her in a state of limbo.

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Sitting in a sheriff's station in North Carolina, Aaron's mind was preoccupied with the details of the new case they had just taken on. He had barely had a moment to catch his breath after dropping Jack off at school before the team was called in for another assignment. As he focused on the case at hand, his phone suddenly rang, and he recognized the familiar ringtone. Assuming it was Penelope sending over new leads or information, he reached for his phone with a sense of urgency. To his surprise, it wasn't a message from Penelope but an email from Y/N. His heart skipped a beat as he saw her name in his inbox, his curiosity piqued. He opened the email and read the simple yet heartfelt message. “Hi. Jack invited me to his soccer game on Saturday. I didn't accept as of now and wanted to ask beforehand if it would be okay for me to attend?” Aaron's brow furrowed as he read the words, his mind racing to process the meaning behind them. It was unexpected, to say the least. He hadn't anticipated her reaching out to him about something like this. His thoughts momentarily drifted from the case at hand to the decision he now had to make.

He leaned back in his chair, staring at the email for a moment before opening his voicemails, a habit he had formed over the past week. His finger hovered over the saved voicemails, and he clicked on one with a sense of anticipation. As Y/N's voice filled the room through the speakers, his heart skipped a beat. It was the voicemail she had left when Jack got sick at school and she couldn't reach him. He listened to her concerned yet caring words, a mixture of yearning and nostalgia washing over him. It had become somewhat of a ritual for him, replaying that voicemail each day. Hearing her voice brought a bittersweet comfort, reminding him of her presence even when she was physically distant. He missed her more than he had expected, her absence leaving an ache in his chest that he couldn't quite shake off. He closed his eyes for a moment, allowing himself to get lost in the sound of her voice. The warmth of it wrapped around him like a soft embrace, and he found himself yearning for the connection they had shared. It was both a soothing balm and a torturous reminder of what he couldn't have. He knew he needed to navigate these feelings carefully, for both their sakes and for Jacks.

He didn't want to forbid her from going, even though the conversation he had with her friend Elizabeth was still prominently etched in his mind. But he also didn't want to disappoint Jack, who clearly had a special place in his heart for Y/N

After a moment of contemplation, he decided to respond. He kept his message short and to the point, typing out that it would be fine if she wanted to come. He included the address and the time, ensuring that she had all the necessary details. As he hit send, he felt a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty. The decision had been made, and now he could only wait to see how things would unfold.

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Y/N took more time to get ready than she cared to admit. She stood in front of her mirror, adjusting her outfit and nervously fixing her hair. As she finally left her place and walked to the location of the soccer game, her heart started to race. The field wasn't too far away, and the brisk walk helped calm her nerves. But as she got closer, she couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and anxiety.

From a distance, she spotted a group of little kids in red uniforms running around, their laughter echoing in the air. Among them, she saw parents gathered, cheering on their children. But what she hadn't anticipated was seeing Aaron there, a clipboard and whistle in hand, seemingly in charge of the young soccer players.

Her heart did a little flip as she watched him interact with the kids."God, why?" Y/N mumbled to herself, her thoughts becoming a quiet, introspective conversation. "Why is this man getting more perfect every time I find out something new about him? How does he manage to be a good dad, good at his job, and coach little kids in his free time?" She let out a soft sigh. She couldn't deny that seeing him in this setting only made him more endearing, and she found herself wondering how he managed to juggle so many responsibilities. Her heart skipped a beat, and she tried to shake off the nerves that were threatening to take over. After all, she was here for Jack and the soccer game. She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and joined the gathering, ready to enjoy the afternoon and support the little soccer players.

She positioned herself beside a group of parents, her uncertainty evident in her body language. Unsure whether to approach Aaron or not, Y/N quietly observed as the kids began to warm up for the game. The atmosphere was lively, filled with the energy of excited children ready to play. Suddenly, her attention was captured by Jack's exuberant voice as he spotted her. He darted toward her with an infectious smile that tugged at her heart. Seeing him in his soccer uniform, all she wanted to do was pinch his adorable cheeks.

"Ms. Y/L/N! You came!" Jack's enthusiasm was genuine, and Y/N couldn't help but smile.

"Of course, buddy! Wouldn't miss it for the world," she replied, her voice carrying warmth and affection.

As her eyes met Jack's, she noticed Aaron walking over. It was the first time they had spoken in over a week, and the air seemed charged with unspoken emotions. She noticed the now fading scar over his eyebrow, and the sight of it made her heart ache slightly. She wondered what had happened, but she pushed aside her curiosity.

"Hi," he greeted, his voice soft and sincere, his eyes holding a mixture of gratitude and something else that Y/N couldn't quite decipher.

"Hi," she responded, her own voice a blend of warmth and a hint of hesitation.

Behind Aaron, another man emerged. His presence exuded a sense of wisdom and experience, with salt-and-pepper hair and a welcoming smile. As he approached her, he extended his hand in a friendly gesture.

"Hi, I'm David Rossi," he introduced himself with a light-hearted tone and a chuckle. "Assistant coach."

Y/N shook his hand with a genuine smile. "Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Y/N Y/L/N."

The name seemed to register with Rossi, his eyes narrowing slightly as if connecting the dots. "Y/N? As in Y/N, Jack's teacher?" His gaze shifted between her and Aaron as if considering something intriguing.

Aaron's expression remained composed, as he answered, a slight warning in his tone Rossi immediately understood, "Yeah, Y/N's one of Jack's teachers."

Rossi's playful grin widened. "Well, Jack has been talking about you non-stop. Seems like you've made quite an impression on him."

Aaron cleared his throat, breaking the brief moment of interaction, and nodded toward the field. "Alright, it's time to start the game," he announced before walking away to fulfill his coaching responsibilities.

"Good luck, Jack!" Y/N called out with a supportive smile as Jack dashed off to join his team. She playfully made a crossing-fingers sign, her heart warming at the sight of the excited children.

As the game kicked off, a sweet and almost comical scene unfolded on the field. Aaron and Rossi, both fully immersed in their roles as coaches, seemed to be a picture of dedication. Their shared enthusiasm and camaraderie made them a dynamic duo. Y/N couldn't help but watch, admiring how their interactions reflected their genuine passion for the kids and the game.

With each cheer from Aaron and Rossi, Y/N found herself joining in, her voice blending with the chorus of encouraging words from the parents and spectators. As the game progressed, she became more and more invested, her heart swelling with pride for Jack and his team.

As the kids took a break and gathered around for snack time, Jack and Rossi made their way over to Y/N. She smiled at Jack, trying to push aside the uneasy feeling that had begun to gnaw at her when she noticed the woman by Aaron's side. Her laughter rang out, and the sight of her hand on his arm felt like a small sting in Y/N's gut.

She forced herself to focus on the conversation with Jack and Rossi but the woman's confidence and stunning appearance only seemed to amplify Y/N's own insecurities. She had never considered herself the jealous type, but seeing Aaron with someone else, even in an innocent scenario, stirred up emotions she hadn't expected. Y/N felt a pang of pettiness as she watched the woman continue to touch Aaron's arm and flirt with him. She knew it was irrational to feel this way, but she couldn't help the surge of jealousy that prickled at the back of her mind. The woman's boldness and the way she seemed to have Aaron's attention only added to Y/N's unease. Rossi, with his years of profiling experience, was perceptive enough to catch the shift in Y/N's demeanor. His knowing glance met hers, and for a brief moment, Y/N felt a sense of embarrassment wash over her. She cleared her throat, attempting to shake off the irrational feelings that had taken hold of her. As Jack continued to chatter away, unaware of the undercurrents swirling around them, Y/N forced herself to smile and engage in the conversation She stole a quick glance in Aaron's direction, feeling an unfamiliar sense of competition for his attention.

As Aaron approached with the woman trailing behind him, Y/N couldn't help but notice the way the woman seemed to cling to him, almost like a lost puppy seeking attention. Y/N's stomach twisted uncomfortably at the sight, but she refused to let her unease show. She was determined to maintain her composure.

Aaron turned to Rossi and asked if he could assist with carrying the snacks and drinks from the car. The woman beside him seemed poised to jump in and offer her help, but before she could utter a word, Y/N spoke up, her voice calm and composed.

"I'll help you," Y/N addressed Aaron directly, her eyes fixed on him as if daring him to object. The words were directed at him, but her gaze seemed to cut through to the woman beside him, a subtle challenge in her expression. Y/N's stance was one of quiet assertion, a declaration that she wasn't going to back down or let anyone else stake a claim. Aaron seemed momentarily surprised by Y/N's offer, and a hint of appreciation flickered in his eyes. With a nod, he accepted her help, and the woman's expression shifted from eagerness to something resembling disappointment.

As Aaron and Y/N walked away to gather the snacks, Rossi watched them with an amused smirk playing on his lips. His gaze shifted down to Jack, who was watching the scene unfold with a knowing glint in his eyes. A small smile curved on Rossi's lips as he leaned down and spoke to the young boy.

"You noticed too, huh?" Rossi chuckled, his amusement evident in his tone.

Jack's face lit up, and he nodded enthusiastically. "I invited her," he admitted, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

At that confession, Rossi couldn't contain his laughter. It bubbled up from deep within him, a hearty and genuine sound that filled the air. He ruffled Jack's hair affectionately.

"Well, it seems like your plan is working, buddy," Rossi said, his laughter still lingering in his voice. "And you know what they say about meddling in matters of the heart, right?"

Jack nodded, his smile widening. "That you need to be careful because it's tricky business?"

Rossi chuckled again. "Exactly. But hey, sometimes a little nudge in the right direction can't hurt."

Walking up to the car, a comfortable silence settled between Y/N and Aaron. He opened the trunk and efficiently retrieved a bag filled with fruits, sandwiches, and granola bars, passing it to Y/N before gathering juice boxes and water bottles for himself.

"I didn't know you coached his team," Y/N ventured, her voice breaking the silence.

Aaron glanced at her, a small smile playing on his lips. "I'm really new to it. I don't really know what I'm doing, to be honest," he admitted with a chuckle.

Y/N's lips quirked up in a smile of her own. "You seemed really professional to me," she replied, her tone teasing yet sincere.

Aaron chuckled, his eyes meeting hers. "Well, I'm glad I managed to fool you then," he said, his voice light and warm.

As they continued their conversation, Aaron found himself realizing even more how much he had missed her presence. Her laughter, their easy banter, and her smile

"You have a good assistant," Y/N chuckled, referring to Rossi.

Aaron nodded, a small smile forming on his lips. "He is. He's not just a colleague, but a good friend as well."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, "Another FBI agent? The third one I met so far" she said, recalling her interaction with Penelope.

Aaron chuckled softly. "Yes, another one. We seem to be everywhere." Their conversation flowed easily, and Aaron found himself talking to her about his experiences coaching the soccer team, Y/N shared some anecdotes from her time in the classroom. It was a comfortable exchange, one that felt so easy and right. As the game continued, Y/N couldn't help but notice that Aaron seemed more relaxed. The weight that had seemed to hang on his shoulders was less prominent, and his smile reached his eyes more readily. It was a sight that made her heart skip a beat, and she silently reminded herself not to read too much into it. Y/N joined the parents in clapping and cheering, her eyes alternating between Jack and the other kids on the field. Even amidst the excitement, she couldn't shake off the niggling feeling that Rossi had sensed her jealousy earlier. As the game reached its conclusion and the kids gathered for high-fives and pats on the back, Y/N found herself standing beside Aaron again. She stole a quick glance at him and couldn't help but notice that he was looking at her too, a warmth in his eyes that sent a flutter through her chest. With a final cheer from the parents, the soccer game came to an end, leaving the kids with smiles of victory and accomplishment. Y/N's heart felt a little lighter, and she found herself genuinely grateful that she had decided to attend the game.

As the soccer game came to an end and parents began packing up, Y/N felt a mixture of relief and contentment. She was relieved that the woman who had been flirting with Aaron earlier was nowhere in sight. Her attention shifted when she noticed Aaron putting a large training bag over his shoulder, a clear sign that he was ready to leave. Seeing Aaron getting ready to go, Y/N takes it as her cue to say her goodbyes. She walks over to Jack, giving him a warm smile. "I had a great time today, Jack. Thanks for inviting me," she said genuinely, her eyes meeting his. Then she turns her attention to David Rossi, offering a friendly smile. "It was really nice to meet you, David," she says politely.

Rossi's grin was infectious. "Oh no, you're not leaving just yet, my dear," he said with a chuckle, his tone warm and inviting. "Soccer games always end with pasta and wine at my place."

Y/N's cheeks flushed slightly, and she shook her head. "Oh, no, really, I don't want to impose," she replied, feeling a bit uncertain about intruding on their plans.

Rossi waved his hand dismissively. "Nonsense! It's not an imposition at all. We'd be delighted to have you."

Before Y/N could protest further, Jack spoke up, his voice excited. "Yes please Uncle Dave makes the best pasta!"

Caught between the warm invitation and the genuine smiles of both Rossi and Jack, Y/N found herself unable to resist. She let out a soft laugh. "All right, then. I'd be happy to join you."

Rossi's grin widened. "Excellent! You won't regret it, I promise."

As they walked toward Aaron's car, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. The day had taken an unexpected turn, and while she still had some reservations, there was a glimmer of excitement in her heart about the evening ahead.

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The four of them piled into the car and drove over to Rossi's house. Upon arrival, they found themselves in the kitchen, where Rossi immediately started cooking, chopping ingredients and humming a tune.

"Alright, my friends, now it’s time to witness the magic happen," Rossi declared with a grin, his chef's apron adding a touch of theatricality.

"Magic, huh?" Aaron quirked an eyebrow, exchanging amused glances with Y/N.

"Magic in the form of a delicious meal, my dear friend," Rossi replied dramatically, waving his knife with flair.

As Rossi continued to cook, Y/N, Aaron, and Jack took seats at the kitchen counter, their anticipation evident. Rossi was in his element, regaling them with stories of his adventures, embellishing each tale for comedic effect.

"Back in the day, when I was just a little Rossi, growing up in the heart of Italy, my nonna was the queen of the kitchen," Rossi began, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips.

Y/N and Jack leaned in with interest, captivated by Rossi's storytelling.

"Nonna had this way of making every dish feel like a warm embrace," Rossi continued, his voice tinged with fondness. "I remember one summer afternoon when she decided to teach me how to make her famous lasagna. Now, let me tell you, Nonna's lasagna was a work of art."

Jack's eyes widened with excitement. "Did it taste better than regular lasagna?"

"Oh, it was a league of its own, my boy," Rossi chuckled. Y/N couldn't help but smile, enchanted by Rossi's vivid description.

"And as we worked, Nonna shared stories from her own childhood, her voice filled with the wisdom of generations," Rossi continued. "She told me how cooking was more than just a skill; it was a way of passing down love, tradition, and a piece of ourselves to those we care about."

Rossi's gaze seemed to drift into the past, lost in his memories. "Nonna's lasagna was a labor of love, taking hours to prepare and cook. But when it finally emerged from the oven, bubbling and fragrant, it was like a taste of home."

"That sounds amazing," Y/N said softly, touched by the sentiment.

"It was, my dear," Rossi agreed, his eyes shining. "And to this day, whenever I cook, I can feel Nonna's presence in the kitchen. Her love and passion for food were passed down to me, just like her cherished lasagna recipe."

Jack looked at Rossi with wide eyes. "Do you still make her lasagna?"

"Every now and then, I do," Rossi replied with a smile. "And every time I take a bite, it's like sharing a meal with Nonna once more. And voila!" Rossi exclaimed, placing a beautifully plated dish in front of each of them. "A taste of my culinary wizardry."

Aaron, Y/N, and Jack exchanged impressed glances as they took in the beautifully presented dishes. Rossi's cooking was as delicious as it was visually appealing.

"Alright, my friends, let's not forget the most important ingredient of any good meal," Rossi announced with a flourish, producing a bottle of wine.

He poured the wine with a charming smile. The atmosphere was relaxed, and the conversations flowed effortlessly. Aaron and Y/N found themselves engaging in light banter, teasing each other in the process.

As the evening progressed, the camaraderie between the four of them grew stronger. They shared stories, traded jokes, and reveled in the simple joy of being in each other's company.

Eventually, the plates were cleared, the glasses refilled, and they settled into a comfortable rhythm of conversation. The night was a testament to the power of good food, great company, and a lighthearted atmosphere.

"Ah, my friends, it's nights like these that remind me why good food is meant to be shared," Rossi mused, raising his glass in a toast.

"To shared laughter, great company, and the magic of a well-cooked meal," Aaron added, his gaze locking with Y/N's for a moment. As their glasses clinked and laughter filled the air, the worries of the outside world seemed to fade away, even if it was just for that moment.

Jack's yawns became more frequent, and he began to rub his eyes. "I think someone's getting a bit sleepy," Rossi noted with a grin.

"Yeah, he had quite the active day," Aaron replied, ruffling Jack's hair affectionately.

Rossi turned to Aaron. "You know, you're welcome to let him crash in one of the guest rooms. We've got plenty."

Aaron considered the offer. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely," Rossi confirmed with a wink. "It's not like I haven't had a house full of guests before."

Aaron looked down at Jack. "Hey, buddy, do you want to sleep here tonight?"

Jack's eyes blinked sleepily. "Can I, Dad?"

"Of course," Aaron said gently, sharing a soft smile with his son.

"But!" Jack's sudden energy surprised everyone. "Uncle Rossi has to read me my bedtime story."

Rossi chuckled. "Well, I'm honored, young man. I'll make sure you have the best bedtime story."

As Rossi and Jack made their way toward the guest room, they exchanged a sly fist bump and a wink. It was as if they had a silent agreement, a plan to set the stage for Aaron and Y/N to be alone and have a chance to talk, without realizing they were being nudged together.

As the sound of Rossi's voice reading Jack's bedtime story floated from the hallway, Aaron turned to Y/N, his expression a mixture of emotions. Y/N stood up and started carrying the empty plates and glasses over to the sink and Aaron immediately did the same.

"So... thanks for coming today. Jack was really happy to see you," he said cleaning off the plates.

Y/N smiled, feeling a sense of comfort in the relaxed atmosphere. "I'm glad I could make it. He's such a sweet kid."

"Yeah, he is," Aaron agreed, his gaze softening.

As the laughter from the other room continued, Aaron and Y/N started washing the dishes. The dim lighting and the comfortable ambiance of the kitchen seemed to encourage their conversation.

"I hope you know that I never meant to make things awkward," Aaron began, his eyes searching hers.

Y/N gave a small nod. "I know, Aaron. It's just... well, it's a complicated situation."

"Yeah," he agreed with a sigh. "And I want you to know that I value you as Jack's teacher, and I don't want anything to affect that."

Y/N appreciated his honesty. "I feel the same way. Jack is a wonderful kid, and I wouldn’t let anything jeopardize my relationship with him."

After a moment of silence, while his hands were still buried in the bubbles of the dishes, he said, "I just wished I could rewind and undo what happened." He seemed lost in his own thoughts, not noticing the impact his words had on Y/N.

As Aaron's words hung in the air, Y/N's heart seemed to shatter into a million pieces. The plate she was drying nearly slipped from her grasp as the weight of his statement hit her with full force. She set the plate down and wiped her hands hastily, fighting to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill.

Not daring to meet Aaron's eyes, she managed to say, without her voice trembling, "I should leave now, it’s getting really late." She felt an overwhelming urge to escape, to distance herself from the pain she felt welling up inside her. She couldn't bear the thought of him seeing the hurt in her eyes.

As she moved to grab her coat, her hands were shaking. "Thank Rossi for the great meal, everything was perfect." She needed to get out of there, to find a moment of solace where she could let her emotions out without anyone seeing.

Aaron was caught off guard by her sudden change in demeanor. "Wait, why the hurry?" he questioned, a mixture of confusion and concern in his voice. "Wait I’ll drive you home." He moved to follow her, not understanding what had shifted so abruptly.

"I’ll get a taxi," she replied, her voice distant as she left through the door. Without looking back, she left him standing in the entryway, a swirl of emotions racing through his mind. He watched the door for a moment, his heart heavy with a sense of longing and uncertainty, unaware of the depth of pain his unintended words had caused.

Jack was already sound asleep, but Rossi remained in the background, giving Aaron and Y/N some space to talk. When he heard the front door close, he quietly left the room and found Aaron standing in the entryway, a kitchen towel in his hands. "What happened?" Rossi asked with a concerned expression. "Did Y/N leave?" Aaron looked up, his face a mix of confusion and frustration. "I don't know. We were cleaning up, and we talked about what happened last week." Rossi's brows furrowed. "What did happen last week? Was that the reason you were so out of it the whole time?"

Aaron let out a sigh, briefly closing his eyes as he recounted the events. "We almost kissed," he admitted, the weight of the words heavy in the air. "And we’ve been avoiding each other ever since, and it has been awkward. And I told her that it wasn’t my intention.”

Rossi raised an eyebrow. "And what did she say?"

"Nothing," Aaron replied, his confusion evident. "She agreed. I just wanted her to know that I didn’t want things to go like this."

Rossi's expression turned incredulous. "Wait, Aaron, how did you phrase it?"

"I just told her I wished things went differently."

Rossi's frustration was palpable. "No, tell me word for word."

Aaron frowned, trying to recall the exact words. "I said, 'I just wished I could rewind and undo what happened.' "

Rossi practically facepalmed, his patience running thin. "Aaron, you are a complete idiot," he said, his frustration seeping into his words. "How did you become a unit chief for god's sake? Do you realize how bad that sounded?"

Aaron blinked, his brows furrowing in confusion. Rossi shook his head in disbelief. "You just made it sound like you regret what happened like you wish you could erase it. No wonder she left upset."

Realization dawned on Aaron's face, and his shoulders slumped. "God, I didn't even realize. That's not what I meant at all."

Rossi sighed, his exasperation softening into understanding. "Aaron, you need to have a serious conversation with her, and this time, make sure you're clear about your feelings. She's not a mind reader."

Aaron nodded, feeling a mix of embarrassment and regret. "You're right. I need to fix this right now," he grabs his keys and asks Rossi, "Can I leave Jack with you?"

“Go loverboy!”

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Y/N felt so stupid, so dumb. The tears welled up in her eyes almost immediately as she sat in the back of the taxi, the reality of the situation crashing down on her. How could she have believed that he felt the same way? The weight of disappointment and embarrassment was suffocating, and she didn't even realize she was crying until she felt the dampness on her cheeks.

Inside the safe walls of her apartment, she stumbled her way to her bedroom and collapsed onto her bed, burying her face in her pillow. The fabric absorbed her muffled sobs, providing a brief respite for the emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. How could she have let herself get carried away with the idea that he might have had the same feelings? The pain of rejection felt like a physical ache in her chest, and she couldn't stop the tears from flowing freely.

Lost in the sea of her own despair, she didn't know how long she had been lying there, letting her tears soak the fabric of her pillow. But suddenly, the ringing of her doorbell and the persistent knocking on her door shattered her isolation, jolting her back to reality. When she opened the door, her heart clenched painfully at the sight of Aaron standing on the other side.

His normally composed expression was full of concern and worry as his eyes landed on her tear-streaked face and puffy red eyes. Without hesitation, he took a big step toward her, his instinct to comfort her overriding any sense of restraint. Embracing her in a tight hug, he held her as if trying to shield her from all the pain that seemed to surround her.

"Y/N," he said softly, his voice laced with genuine concern.

She felt a mix of emotions surging through her - the surprise of seeing him at her door, the lingering hurt from their earlier conversation, and the warmth of his embrace all colliding within her.

"Aaron, what are you doing here?" she asked, her voice quivering as fresh tears welled up in her eyes. Part of her wanted to push him away, but another part wanted nothing more than to sink into his embrace.

He held her even tighter, his voice gentle as he spoke into her hair. "I'm so sorry. Please don't cry anymore, please."

His touch, his soothing words, and the overwhelming sincerity in his voice melted away the walls she had built around herself. She couldn't hold back her tears, her emotions spilling out uncontrollably. He continued to hold her, one hand caressing her hair while the other arm was slung around her body, providing a sense of security she desperately needed.

"I'm such an idiot, please," he murmured, his breath tickling her ear. "I didn't mean it like that, okay? I don't regret what happened between us."

Her fingers clung to the fabric of his shirt as she buried her face in his chest, her tears dampening the fabric. Her breath hitched, and she pulled back slightly to look up at him, her tear-filled eyes searching his face for any sign of deception. The sincerity she saw in his gaze sent a shiver down her spine.

"Then why did you say… why did you say you wished you could rewind and undo it?" she asked, her voice trembling as she fought to make sense of it all.

He brushed his thumb gently over her cheek, wiping away a stray tear. His touch was so tender, a mixture of comfort and apology in the gesture.

“I meant that I wished I could change how I handled things," he said, his voice earnest and regretful. "I avoided you, didn’t apologize for what I did, and let things become awkward between us. I wished that I would’ve had more courage to stay that day, to kiss you, and to tell you how crazy I am about you. I let my own fears and concerns affect the way I handled things between us."

As his fingers lingered on her cheek, his touch seemed to caress her heart, and her eyes met his. There was so much unspoken between them, so many feelings that had been left unsaid. His hand moved from her cheek to cup her face tenderly, his touch gentle yet filled with a longing that she could sense. It was a touch that mirrored the night they had shared that almost kiss at the school.

"You don’t know how much I've wanted to kiss you since the first night we talked," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. The vulnerability in his words sent shivers down her spine, and she felt drawn closer to him.

Every word he spoke hung in the air like a promise, a confession of the emotions they had both been grappling with. She found herself inching closer to him, her heart pounding in rhythm with the raw honesty that he was offering. Her breath caught as her gaze flickered to his lips, the memory of that almost kiss flooding back.

"Then why didn't you?" she whispered, her voice carrying a mix of curiosity and yearning.

He hesitated, his gaze locked with hers, his thumb tracing circles on her cheek. "I didn't want to rush into things, especially with Jack involved. And I let my own past experiences cloud my judgment. I'm sorry for how my words came across. I don't regret what almost happened between us. And I don't want to let my fears hold me back anymore."

As his gaze bore into hers, it was as if time stood still, and all that mattered were the emotions that hung between them. She reached up, her hand covering his on her cheek, and their fingers intertwined.

"Then show me," she whispered her voice a plea, her eyes searching his.

Without another word, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a delicate, tender kiss. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a promise of things to come, and a reassurance of the feelings they shared.

Their kiss ignited with a fervent intensity that took them both by surprise, fueled by the desperation, longing, and desire that had been building between them. It was as if their pent-up emotions had found an outlet, and they surrendered to the magnetic pull drawing them together.

His fingers, once gentle against her cheek, now tightened with a mixture of urgency and possessiveness. The hand that had caressed her face found its way to the nape of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair. His touch was both a declaration and a plea, a silent admission of his longing and a desperate desire to bridge the distance that had kept them apart.

Their lips melded together, the initial softness giving way to a hunger that spoke of unspoken yearning. His lips moved against hers with a demanding fervor, a silent affirmation of the emotions that had been simmering beneath the surface. Their tongues danced in a dance of discovery, a symphony of passion and curiosity that left them both breathless.

Desperation lingered in the way they moved as if each touch was a lifeline they couldn't bear to let go of. Her fingers found the fabric of his shirt, clinging to him as though afraid he might slip away. Their bodies pressed closer, almost instinctively, their breaths mingling in the space between their lips.

His grip on her neck, while firm, was not forceful; it was a connection that radiated a sense of protectiveness, a silent vow to keep her close. As their kisses deepened, his hand slipped down to the curve of her waist, pulling her body flush against his. Her hands explored the contours of his back, fingers tracing the lines of his muscles as if memorizing his form. With each touch, their need grew, the intensity of their kiss mirroring the emotions that had been swirling within them for so long.

The air was charged with electricity, their connection intensifying with every stolen breath and every brush of skin against skin. It was as if they were in their world, a realm where the past held no sway, and the future was an open canvas waiting to be painted. And as they finally pulled away, their lips swollen and their breaths heavy, it was with a newfound clarity and an unspoken promise that their journey was just beginning.

As they looked at each other, their eyes held an unspoken promise of the affection and connection that had finally been acknowledged. Their laughter bubbled up from deep within, a release of the tension that had built up between them. It was the kind of laughter that resonated with the sheer happiness of the moment, the weight of their emotions suddenly feeling lighter.

His laughter turned into a chuckle as he buried his face in the curve of her neck, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. She could feel the vibrations of his laughter against her skin, the sensation sending a rush of affection coursing through her veins. Her fingers gently brushed through his hair, a gesture of comfort and tenderness that mirrored the affection in their laughter.

He raised his head, his eyes meeting hers with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. It was as if he couldn't believe that he was finally holding her, that the distance and hesitations had evaporated into thin air.

As she gestured toward the couch, he followed her lead, his heart racing with a mixture of exhilaration and contentment. The soft cushions embraced them as they sat down, their bodies settling into a comfortable rhythm as if they had always been meant to fit together this way.

She positioned herself sideways, snuggling under his arm, her warmth seeping into his side. Her knees found a spot on his thigh, her head resting on his shoulder. The closeness felt natural, a seamless connection that they had both yearned for.

His arm wrapped around her waist, drawing her in even closer. His other hand on her arm, his fingers tracing soothing patterns. With every touch, every gentle caress, the barriers they had constructed around their emotions seemed to crumble further. The contentment that radiated from their beings seemed to fill the room, an atmosphere of ease and serenity.

Her scent, a subtle blend of warmth and comfort, surrounded him, wrapping him in a cocoon of familiarity and solace. He couldn't help but press a soft kiss to her hair, a gesture that held a promise of protection and affection.

At that moment, as they sat entwined on the couch, laughter still echoing in the air, they both felt like they were floating on a cloud of happiness. The weight of the past, and the uncertainties of the future, all seemed to fade into insignificance as they basked in the simple joy of being together. And as they remained wrapped in each other's arms, they knew that this was where they truly belonged.

With their bodies nestled together on the couch, and the gentle atmosphere surrounding them, it felt like the perfect moment for them to open up about their feelings. The sense of vulnerability was there, but it was coupled with an understanding that this was a safe space for their emotions.

Breaking the comfortable silence, Y/N softly spoke, her voice carrying a mixture of honesty and tenderness. "I missed you, Aaron. The past week... it felt like a void without your presence."

He tightened his hold on her just a bit, his fingers instinctively tracing patterns on her arm as he replied, his voice tinged with sincerity. "I missed you too, more than I imagined I could."

Aaron gave her a gentle squeeze, relishing the warmth of her presence beside him, and continued, "I was a mess last week. I snapped at Derek, my colleague at work, without any reason," he chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Basically, I was not fun to be around."

She giggled, pulling away slightly to look up at him. "Oh, I can relate. I annoyed the hell out of Liz the whole week with my bad mood. She's a saint for putting up with me."

Aaron smirked with a playful gleam in his eyes. "She is definitely something," he replied with a slight undertone, and at that moment, Y/N recalled Aaron and Liz talking at the school gate. Curiosity piqued, she asked, "What did you and Liz talk about at school the other day? She wouldn't tell me."

A hint of a mischievous smile tugged at the corner of Aaron's lips. "Well, your friend Liz told me not to play with your feelings. And she promised me that if I ever made you cry again, she would find me and make me regret ever even looking in your direction."

Y/N's eyes widened in shock for a moment, then she burst into laughter. "Oh my God, she threatened you!" She couldn't contain her amusement, and her laughter filled the air. Aaron joined in, his laughter a harmonious accompaniment to hers.

Once their laughter subsided, Y/N wiped a tear from her eye and playfully nudged Aaron's arm. "Well, I have to admit, I'm glad she's got my back." Aaron grinned, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of amusement and fondness. "Oh, you have no idea. I felt like I was facing off against a seasoned profiler during our conversation."

Y/N's laughter bubbled up again, and she shook her head. "Honestly, I never knew Liz had such a protective streak in her."

He reached over and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering against her cheek. "I think it's safe to say she cares about you a lot. You know I was gonna come talk to you eventually. Explain how I feel but I guess Jack’s invitation beat me to it”, he chuckles.

She leaned into his touch, her heart warming at his words. "And what were you going to tell me?"

He sighed softly, his gaze never leaving hers. "I was going to tell you that I realized that I couldn't keep away from you any longer. The emptiness I felt when you weren't around was too much to bear. And when I thought about the possibility of losing you, of not having you in my life... I couldn't let that happen."

Her fingers intertwined with his, their connection grounding them in the moment. "I'm glad you didn't let it happen," she said softly, her eyes reflecting the sincerity of her words.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her forehead in a gentle, affectionate kiss. "Me too," he whispered, his voice a soothing melody that resonated deep within her.

Amid the echoes of their laughter, Y/N's gaze softened as she turned to Aaron, a question forming in her mind. "Aaron," she began hesitantly, "what do you think we should do now? I mean, how do we navigate this? There are things like my job, and our situations, that might hold us back."

He met her gaze, his expression earnest. "I know we have a lot to talk about, and we will, but please, just for tonight, let's pretend that there are no obstacles in our way. Let's not think about the complications or challenges. I just want to hold you, kiss you, without constantly considering all of that… just for tonight."

His words held a mix of vulnerability and longing, a desire to capture the present moment without the weight of the future. Y/N felt her heart skip a beat, his sincerity resonating with her own desires. For a moment, she allowed herself to let go of her worries and fears, focusing solely on the connection between them.

A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she reached for his hand, intertwining their fingers. "Just for tonight," she whispered softly, her voice carrying an unspoken promise. And as they sat there, holding each other, the weight of the world seemed to lift, leaving behind only the warmth of their connection and the hope that maybe, just maybe, the obstacles ahead could be overcome.

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Baby You Can Drive My Car - DRW

Hi friends! The boy's posting that picture earlier of them at the racetrack, ironically, nearly caused me to drive into a pole. This is entirely unedited and typed in a rush, but I absolutely could not stop myself, because... good god, Danny could run me over and I'd thank him.

Anybody notice the zipper sticking out of Danny's suit at the bottom? Implying it can unzip from there? I'm so normal about that little fun fact.

Words: 3.4K

Summary: Danny looks ridiculously good in the racing suit, and you show him just how good.

Warnings: Language, oral sex (m receiving), semi-public, Danny being unfairly gorgeous, that's about it

Cars were never of much interest to you. You could appreciate a cute old fashioned Volkswagen, and you loved car rides with your boyfriend, but that had more to do with his hand on your thigh as the wind tussled your hair, and the abandoned dirt roads outside Nashville that you went for some fun in his backseat. But the moment any of the men in your life started rambling about models and motors, you were tuned out faster than a radio playing pop music at Sam’s house. You weren’t necessarily ignorant to the subject, not when you’d grown up surrounded with auto enthusiasts like your granddad and father, but cars just never sparked your interest.

Daniel Wagner, however, singlehandedly may very well change your mind.

The boys’ time in Bahrain was just as magical as you’d hoped and expected it to be. Such amazing people showing the very love and community that made you so proud of the guys for inspiring. And Danny made every moment offstage with you just as incredibly magical, as he always managed to do. Even something you found as dull as racecar driving.

One of the things you loved about Danny was that he was the perfect balance of masculine and boyish, without being too much of a douchey bro-type guy. You knew he liked cars, and he spoke about his interest in a way that made your heart rush with affection. And who were you to complain that your sweet boy wanted to take you driving in his porsche? Especially when he looked so ridiculously delicious leaning his toned arm against the sleek black door of the car, eyeing you up so hungrily. Cars didn’t interest you, but Danny driving them certainly did.

You hummed to yourself as you came back down the steps between the bleachers of the racetrack after a trip to the bathroom. You’d left your sweet drummer in the management office area when you’d escaped for a bathroom break, drawing out a sweet goodbye kiss as long as was socially acceptable. His eyes crinkled with playful affection, and he murmured softly to you, “Hurry back, babe,” as he gave your ass a playful swat. You’d giggled and spun around, leaving him to sign waivers and listen to details about racing that, frankly, bored you to tears.

But as you returned now, you nearly dropped your phone as your eyes looked up, landing on your boyfriend. The four guys posed against the railing that separated the seats from the track, Josh hopped up of course, and Jake posing suavely as he leaned back beside him. You giggled slightly at Sam, the only one sporting a pink version of the suits they sported.

Your eyes kept coming back to Danny though, like a magnet. His large, callused hand easily gripping the globe of the helmet, the other hanging as he leaned an elbow on the rail beside his best friend. His heavenly mane of curls draped effortlessly down his shoulders, and his eyes dark and mysterious as he stood still, the boy’s photographer snapping away. You stood frozen for several minutes, drinking him in shamelessly. Hell, he was yours to ogle, you may as well.

Finally, the camera returned to it’s travel bag and the guys broke into laughter and jokes once more. Danny’s bright smile returned, lightly backhanding Sam as he no doubt teased him for the colour of his suit. Sam’s eyes found you before Danny’s did, and you would have noticed the smirk on his face if your own weren’t glued to your boyfriend’s. He tapped Danny’s shoulder with his fist, nodding behind him toward you, and Danny turned to look over his shoulder, finally noticing you.

Realizing you’d been caught drooling, you blushed and swallowed, all of a sudden noticing how flustered you were. Danny’s pleased smile could’ve brought you to your knees, and you nearly folded as he bit his lip, suggestively raising his brows at you, a silent “Yeah? You like this?”

You smiled bashfully, approaching him with your wrists held behind your back, a light skip in your step. You cleared your throat softly, looking up at him once he was in front of you, “Hi.”

He smirked wider, and his hands came to rest on your hips, his eyes raking up your body. “Hey,” he playfully returned. “Somebody got a staring problem?”

You giggled shyly, resting your hands on the material covering his chest. “I’m not allowed to appreciate my boyfriend?” You batted your eyelashes up at him.

He quickly glanced behind him, making sure nobody was still listening to your exchange, before turning back to face you with that naughty twinkle in his eye.

“I think you’re appreciating a little more than usual,” he observed coyly, letting his hands slip slightly down over the curve of your ass, stepping closer to your body.

You simply shrugged, letting out a flustered giggle. “You look good,” you said softly, rubbing his chest through the suit.

He raised a brow at you, his eyes lifting nonchalantly to gaze around the room as he quietly said, “And you look like you wanna eat me alive.”

As his eyes landed back down on yours, he looked far too smug for your comfort. You blushed, stepping closer, if only to hide your flushed cheeks. “Maybe I do,” you mumbled.

He hummed deeply in his chest, squeezing your ass quickly, his reply rumbling near your ear, “Be a good girl, and I might let you.”

Your breath hitched, and you could feel his lips twisting into an amused smirk, but he simply smacked your ass lightly, gave the apple of your cheek a playful bite and pulled away, winking at you before turning and following the rest of the guys towards the track.

That fucker.

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You took a seat right up against the barrier, ensuring a front row seat as they readied up. You snorted, watching Jake and Sam’s slapstick comedy-like interactions, bickering over helmets and such. As the guys approached their assigned cars, Sam put an end to the argument with a skillful wet willy in Jake’s ear, tearing off to take cover behind Danny. You snickered, quickly filming the interaction to laugh with Danny later in the hotel, but you ended up focusing the camera on your boyfriend long after Sam had moved on. The screen magnified the mouthwatering sight of Danny shaking out his curls, then pulling the helmet over his head. He tugged at the racing gloves, opening the door of the car and slipping in.

You swalloed, shaking your head at yourself. Yeah, Danny was gorgeous, but why were you thirsting so hard over this?

You decided he might like some cool footage of himself whipping around the track, and so you started a new video as you watched the guys have their fun.

After the best part of an hour, they’d pulled to a stop in front of the barricade, hopping out as the whooped and hollered excitedly. You giggled at their adrenaline buzz, always finding them all so cute when they were all excited like this. Four puppies, honestly.

Then you caught Danny’s eye, as he sat in the drivers seat, having merely opened the door but not moving out. He was already watching you with a dangerous smirk crossing his face. Your heart fluttered, and you bit your lip as he nodded towards him, silently beckoning you down there. You took a breath and quickly hopped the barricade, descending the stairs and strolling towards him with an extra sway in your hips.

If Danny thought you looked like you wanted to eat him alive, he should see the look on his own face.

His eyes, dark and wild, lasered in on your body as you approached him, and as soon as you reached the car, he growled softly, “Get in and shut the door.”

Your eyes widened and you checked around you, seeing the Kiszka’s backs as they retreated into the office area of the facility, the door closing behind them. Danny and yourself the only people left in the track, you looked back at Danny questioningly but sat in the seat beside him, pulling the door closed behind you.

The second you turned to face him, he leaned over the console and his lips met yours in a rush. You whimpered quietly, your hand coming to cup his sharp jawline, instantly melting into his frenzied kisses. His lips were rough against yours, his hands reaching to grip and paw at your thighs and hips. His lips curled into a dark smirk against yours, and his tongue slipped between both pairs of parted lips to brush against yours. He moaned quietly through your open mouths, his hand sliding up under your shirt and scraping those rough fingers you adored along your belly and up your side. You shivered under his touch, breaking away from his searching mouth for a gasp of air, fluttering your eyes open.

“Danny,” you panted, a teasing lilt to your tone, “What’s gotten into you?” You ran your thumb across his smooth cheek, feeling another rush of heat in your belly as he shamelessly undressed you with his dark eyes.

He bit his lip, muffling a needy whimper, “Dunno,” he confessed, “Guess the adrenaline, and then I kept thinking about the way you were lookin’ at me before.” Your nose brushed against his as he teased his face close to yours, your brow furrowing with growing desire as he spoke. “Just wanna make a fucking mess of you… right here, in this car.”

You whined softly, your eyes darting all over his face. “God, baby,” you breathed, kissing him quickly, “I want that too, but… we can’t, the car… the guys,” you looked over your shoulder, double checking you were still alone. He grabbed your jaw, forcing your gaze back on him.

His voice deeper and breathier, he looked directly into your eyes. “Windows are tinted, and they’re getting a drink in the casino.” He licked his lips, brushing them against yours as though he couldn’t get close enough to you. You felt his hips shift in the driver’s seat, his thighs brushing and squeezing his growing erection. “Need you so bad, please babe,” he breathed.

You tugged his lips to yours by his hair, your hand at the back of his head. He kissed you frantically and you moaned against his lips, barely breaking away as you nodded quickly, whimpering, “M’kay.”

He let out a sigh of relief, quickly running his hand up your shirt and cupping your breast through your unlined bralette. His thumb rolled over your nipple as you kissed, moving his lips down your jawline at your quiet whine. Your free hand that wasn’t tangled in his silky curls ran down his chest slowly, your nails making the meshy material of the racing suit whine as they dragged downwards. It came to rest over the hard bulge in his crotch, earning a growl from deep in his chest. You squeezed it needily, moaning rather pathetically as Danny pinched your nipple and sucked at your neck in teasing retaliation. He chuckled darkly at your reaction, his dark eyes finding your as he pulled away from your neck.

Wordlessly, he held eyecontact as he guided your hand on his crotch slightly over, where he smirked as you found the zipper with a shaky breath.

Your eyes dipped downwards then back up to his. “It… it zips from there too?” you whispered. He nodded, simply smirking so smugly at you. You bit your lip, your brows knitting together as you breathed, “…fuck…”

You wasted no time, quickly pulling that zipper upwards, abandoning it at his abs in favor of slipping your hand inside. His sweats blocked your access though, and he snickered at your frustrated huff, lifting his hips for you as you wiggled them down slightly. “So many fucking layers,” you grumbled, then finally, pulling his cock out over the waistband and spreading open the hole you’d made with the zipper. He shuddered slightly as your hand wrapped around his base, so achingly hard and hot. You ran your fist up and down his length slowly, your lips parted in a shaky breath.

“Fuck sweetheart,” he sighed, shifting and slumping down in his seat a little. His hand reached down and pulled the small adjustment lever, moving the seat back a few inches for more room. You let out a breathy giggle, looking up at him. “What? You want something?” you nodded to the extra space between him and the steering wheel.

He smirked, giving you a playful eyeroll. “You want it just as bad as I do,” he smugly teased.

You blinked innocently, squeezing him tighter before swiping your thumb over his little slit at the tip. “Want what?”

His eyes watched your hand’s movements for a moment, biting his lip hard as you teased at his tip. Then he looked up at your face through his lashes, “To suck my cock.”

You closed your eyes before he could see them roll back.

Focusing back on his lustful face, you licked your lips. “Wanted to get on my knees for you the second I saw you earlier,” you confessed.

He groaned, leaning back into the seat further, as though in invitation. “Fuck babe,” he rasped, “go ahead, then. Make me feel good, make me cum in that sweet mouth.”

You whimpered softly, brushing your hair to one side and leaning forward across the console. His abs tightened and he gasped softly as you licked at his tip. His hand gathered up your hair, holding it back out of the way. He would tell you it was for your sake, but you knew he loved to watch himself sliding in and out of your throat.

You hummed softly, taking the head into your mouth, letting your tongue slide over his sensitive underside as you sucked gently on him. He groaned softly, shifting impatiently. “Oh fuck yes…”

You giggled around him, making him jerk slightly, letting your fist pump him as you suckled teasingly on his velvety head. Releasing him with a wet noise, you peered at him through your lashes. “Feel good baby?” you said darkly.

He hissed, watching you squeeze and twist your fist the way he’d trained you. “Yes, so fucking good for me,” he breathed, pushing your head back down. You moaned at his forcefulness, that aggressive side of him that rarely made an appearance but was oh so fucking hot when it did. You took as much of him as you could in your mouth, beginning to work up a rhythm. Up and down, slicking up his length with your spit and the accumulating precum leaking from his tip.

Danny’s jaw fell slack, his head falling backwards against the headrest as his hand followed your bobbing head, your hair his leash on you, controlling your speed. You moaned against him, feeling his head nudging your uvula, triggering your gag reflex. The wet cough you let out egged him on even more, as he grit his teeth and stared darkly at you as you descended even further around him. “Good girl, fucking choking on my cock,” he growled, shifting around slightly as he rolled his hips into your mouth with your movements. Not quite fucking your mouth, just toeing that line.

You nodded around him, filthy wet slurps echoing in the otherwise silent car. You let your hand that was resting on his knee slide up and down his thigh, squeezing at the muscle as you held your head down, swallowing around him. You gagged and pulled off him, jerking him quickly in your mouth’s absence.

Finally getting a good look at him, you panted softly. His eyes glazed over and dark as night, watching you through hooded eyelids, and his curls slightly frizzed from tossing his head against the headrest. He focused on your swollen lips, his jaw clenching in time with his fist tightening in your hair.

“Did I say stop? Fucking suck me,” he growled through gritted teeth.

With a shove that would have been easy to resist if you wanted to, you moaned as his hot, slick cock slipped back into your mouth. His words sent a rush of heat straight to your core, and your thighs shifted together for friction.

He chuckled, although it sounded shaky in his current state. “Wish I could watch you grind that pretty pussy against the seat.”

You whined pathetically, sloppily bobbing your mouth around him as you rhythmically squeezed and jerked his base. He groaned, biting his lip before sighing. “Mmm, you like that idea, huh?”

You nodded around him, resulting in a filthy slurping noise, pulling off him momentarily with a broad lick up his length. You gasped out, “I could cum just from this, I swear.”

He let out a feral sounding grunt, looking down at you hungrily. “You could cum just from sucking my cock? Fuck baby that’s so hot,” he whined, his panting getting heavier.

You groaned into him, angling him so his tip pushed into your cheek with each movement. He watched with his jaw hanging open as his cock stretched your cheek, his brows knitting tightly together in the centre of his forehead. “Oh fuck,” he gasped, his eyes squeezing shut as his head fell back.

You pulled back, jerking his cock frantically, filthy wet fapping noises sounding everytime your fist met his pubic hair. “Fuck my throat Danny,” you begged breathlessly, a whine coloring your words.

He grunted, nodding his acquiescence. With a tightened fist in your hair, his other hand held your jaw and he began thrusting his hips up into your face.

“You’re gonna have to swallow, baby,” he reminded you, sounding delicious fucked out. “Can’t get cum in this car.” He managed a breathless chuckle. You moaned softly against him, nodding your understanding. No problem at all. As if you’d waste a drop anyway.

His hips sped up, fucking into you desperately now, chasing his peak. “Ohh… Uh-“ He cried, holding your head in place as your tongue worked him while he thrusted. “Fuck… ohhh my God, fuck, I’m cu- OH fuck, I’m cumming,” he whined loudly, bucking into your mouth with reckless abandon, shallow quick thrusts filling your mouth as you moaned into his thick length. Then with a final, animalistically growled cry, he pushed deep into your throat, holding you there and spasming slightly with the intensity of his orgasm, spurting into your mouth as you swallowed and gagged around him.

You pulled off as soon as he was through the peak of it, stroking him to work him through it as he came down from his high, both of you panting heavily. He let out a feeble whimper as he jerked away from your hand, becoming sensitive in his afterglow. You released him gently, pressing a kiss to his softening cock. Straightening out, you stretched your back, then smiled lovingly as you leaned into your boyfriend. He smiled lazily, pulling you into his chest and kissing your hair sweetly.

Once he caught his breath, you pressed a kiss to his warm neck, nuzzling into him affectionately. He hummed contentedly, whispering into your hair, “Thank you baby…” He kissed your temple, “you’re so good to me.”

You giggled softly, lifting your face to look at him. His eyes had gone back to that soft, affectionate glow, his soft smile absolutely melting your heart all over again. “I love you so much,” you told him softly, gently cupping his jaw and running your thumb over his cheek.

He turned his head so his lips were under your hand, and he kissed your palm while holding eye contact from the corner of his eye. Facing you straight on again, he smiled brightly, mischief dancing in his eyes. “So should I buy one of these suits?”

You groaned dramatically, playfully holding your hands over your heart. “I don’t think I could handle it.”

He giggled, tucking himself back into his pants and zipping up. “Have I changed your mind about cars then?”

You bit your lip, eyeing him up. With a teasing finger tracing down his chest, you cocked your head thoughtfully.

“Mmm… not yet, I’m gonna need more convincing.”