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Sweet Nothing

Spencer Reid x Fem Reader

Summary: Penelope made a friend on the internet over covid who just so happens to live in the same town Dr. Reid just got a new job... and playing Cupid is her favourite thing in the world

Warnings: strangers to lovers, meet cute, 40-year-old virgin Spencer, Virgin reader (late 20's/early 30's), picnics, food mention, lots of Taylor Swift references, first times, Spencer is on anti-depressants, oral sex fem receiving, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, sweet sex, lots of communication

Word Count: 12.6

Making friends on the internet was never easy… it always came with its own set of unique difficulties. People lie, anyone could be secretly crazy and when actions don’t really have consequences on the web, they can get crazier.

That being said, Y/N has recently made a wonderful friend in a woman named Penelope.

Penelope’s Tumblr page was pretty normal, very pink and vibrant and happy, but normal nonetheless. She’s in her early 40s, an internet veteran, an ex-employee at the FBI and known for creating a brand new, very safe, social media platform for young people. She was very easy to trust, very forward and easy to open up to as well, which made the two of them bond instantly.

And despite the age difference and the long distance, Y/N would consider Penelope to be her best friend.

She knew everything about her from her favourite colour to her hope and dreams and favourite singer… and also the fact she was a virgin well into her adult life and dying to get out there. They’ve spent most of their friendship discussing their equally awful dating lives, would-be lovers and almost hookups. Both women have tried time and time again to find love, however, nothing ever seemed to work out… until the day Penelope got an idea.

“I have a friend…” Penelope leads, something sinister in her eyes. “And he’s single and pretty cute, too…”

“Do you have a crush?” Y/N lights up thinking this is a happy moment for Penelope. “Oh my god, Penny tell me all about him!!”

“Well, no, actually… I want to set you up with him,” she explains further, in a much softer tone. “He’s so soft and sweet and a few years younger than me… and still a virgin.”

Her eyes grow impossibly wide and her jaw drops momentarily, “you’re kidding?”

“Nope.”

“Wow,” she takes a moment to soak it all in. She sits back in her chair and lets her shoulders drop as she thinks about it. And for once, Penelope is quiet too. “How much older than me is he?”

“He’s 41… which I know it’s a lot older than you but he’s what you’re looking for and you’d be so perfect for him. He’s so wonderful and he’s waited for so long to find someone who wouldn’t judge him and I know you’d love everything about him if I told you everything but I want you to meet him and find out for yourself… sorry, that was a lot.”

“No, no, that’s okay,” she actually loved when Penelope went on little rants like that. “I just don’t really have the funds to fly to Virginia right now—

“That’s another reason why he’s perfect for you, he’s moving to Reno next week!!!” Penelope can’t help but shake her hands with excitement while her voice raises at least a pitch if not 3.

“Is this the same friend who’s already from Nevada?” Her eyes light right up like a cat staring at a laser… she’s seen photos on Penelope’s personal Facebook, everything from selfies in new glasses to the parties with friends and throwbacks from working at the FBI… “doctor what’s-his-name?”

“Spencer, yeah oh my god? I can’t believe you remember him?” Penelope asks and she just shrugs, “See, this is why you’re perfect for Spencer, he talks a lot like I do, only about much smarter things but you’d be able to keep up.”

“I’d love that, actually,” she swoons, feeling slightly embarrassed about how the possibility of having a boyfriend makes her so giddy. “I’d love to listen to someone talk about what they love and just sit there and look at them…”

“Perfect, I tell you! Perfect!!” Penelope exaggerates, “he’s moving in a few days but all his things are already there. The department paid for his relocation and everything, I’m so surprised he actually decided to go this time, he’s been thinking about it forever.”

“Ask him if he wants some help unpacking when he does get here and I’d love to give him a hand,” she agrees fully, taking a leap of faith and seeing where this could go without the fear of the unknown weighing her down.

—

She shows up at Spencer's apartment 2 days after he arrives in Reno, a bottle of Welcome to the Neighbourhood sparkling cider and an assortment of muffins in her arms, thinking it would be quick and easy for him to take the muffins to work over the next few days, unlike a flower arrangement he didn’t need taking up space in his downsized apartment.

She takes a deep breath before she knocks, her knuckles are barely off the door when he opens it. She barely has a moment to prepare before she’s smacked with the realization that this man is very handsome and incredibly smart… and so, so intimidating.

“Hi,” he smiles at her. “Is that— you didn’t need to bring anything?”

She looks down at the basket she’s holding and then back up to see those beautiful brown eyes, “I know… sorry, um, Hi, welcome to the neighbourhood,” she hands him the basket with the best smile she can muster, slightly embarrassed to be so flustered by the mere sight of him.

“Thank you, come in,” he steps out of the doorway so she could walk in, he steps away from the door completely and sets the basket on a moving box. “Sorry, it’s a mess, the movers just put the boxes wherever they wanted, so I’ve been reorganizing where they were supposed to go,” Spencer explains, gesturing to the room around them.

“It’s okay, that’s why I’m here,” she’s cheery as she shuts the door and starts to take her coat off. “Can I just leave this over here?”

“Yeah, actually—“ he reaches for the closet door, “I found the box with hangers first so you could hang your coat when you got here.”

“She said you were a genius,” Y/N teases, holding her coat up so he could slip the hanger inside and hang it on the bar. She sets her purse down inside the closet too, just for safekeeping.

“I hope she hasn’t talked me up too much,” he’s honest with his fears. “I’m afraid I’m actually quite average, maybe tilted towards the strange side…”

She gives him another smile, but ultimately shakes her head, “Don’t worry, she didn’t tell me anything really personal. I only really know about you from stories she’s told me about her old job, but nothing in detail… I was just starting to get to know her when you were hospitalized before the pandemic and she was by your side a bunch so she wasn’t online and I was actually worried something happened to her 'cause she’s never that quiet.”

“Oh, yeah, that was awful,” he agrees, pressing his lips together awkwardly while he thinks about it. But then he takes a deep breath and his shoulders drop. “So I was thinking we could start in the kitchen? I’ve found most of the boxes.”

“Yeah, lead the way,” she says, following him through the front room to the living room that was connected to the kitchen by means of an archway. “Oh wow,” she muses aloud, “this is going to be nice to decorate…”

“You think?” He looks a mix of worried and confused, “I have no idea what to do with the place.”

“I’m sure once we start taking out all your things we’ll figure something out,” she knows she can make a room out of anything, it's how she decorates her classroom each September. Just with sheer will and pure hope.

“I had to downsize a lot to come here, I donated most of my books so I wouldn’t cost the department a fortune moving them out, but I still have a lot,” he shares, both proud and a little embarrassed that 50% of his boxes are for books. “I don’t have many personal things or decorations… I honestly wasn’t in my last place enough to make it feel homey.”

“You’ll be here often, though, right?” She asks, selfishly, she can already see them becoming somewhat good friends and she wants to be able to see him regularly.

He nods, “Yeah, I’m going to be working with the sex crimes unit, 9 to 5 every day unless there’s a big case,” he explains. “Like human trafficking or a pedophile ring or something, but I doubt I’ll see an overwhelming number of those right now, it’ll be nice to downsize to just a city instead of dealing with the entirety of The United States.”

“I have 4 different groups of teenagers that I teach, which is like 120 kids alone, I can’t imagine being principal and having a thousand kids to watch out for,” she can relate it back. “I’m sure this will be less stressful for you… still awful sometimes but—

“But I’m good with stress,” he assures her. “Especially this kind of stress. You know, when I first started at the BAU I had a co worker who transferred over from sex crimes in New York, she actually had a great time cause she got to kick some creeps ass every now and then.”

“Oh that’s cool, I guess,” she tries not to be jealous, knowing he’s probably had lots of meaningful relationships with women throughout his life, but that’s not going to stop him from getting to know her.

She grabs a box that says mugs and lifts it to the edge of the counter island instead of dwelling on these bubbling feelings for who is essentially, a stranger. “Which cupboard did you want the mugs to go in?”

“Uh,” he gets nervous then. “I have about 3 boxes of mugs… so wherever they fit?”

“Sounds good,” she can’t help but smile, it was cute. “Do you like to collect them or something?”

“Kinda,” he reaches into his pocket and takes out an exacto-knife, handing it to her so she can open the cardboard box. She pushes the knife out of its plastic sheath and starts to cut along the tape seam.

The first mug she pulls out is a pink octopus, “oh, this is so cute?”

“That’s Mildred,” he can’t help but smile, “I got that from Penelope on her last day at work.”

“Oh,” she holds it to her chest in a sweet hug. “I can’t wait for her to come and visit, I just know she gives amazing hugs.”

“Actually, she hugged me before I left and said that I was supposed to pass it along to you at some point…” he looks at her softly, slightly terrified. “Which is strange 'cause she knows I don’t like touching and we’ve never met before but for some reason, she knew I’d still want to hug you upon meeting you…”

She can’t help but laugh, placing the mug down on the counter, “is that an invitation?”

He nods, opening his arms and allowing her to step into his space. She wraps her arms around his middle and holds him close, feeling his large hands on her shoulder and upper back, his thumb lightly caressing the fabric of her shirt.

She stays there in the hug for a moment and then pulls back, “I’ll be sure to tell her that you passed that along.”

“Good,” he’s smiling like an idiot, bright red and flustered, falling head over heels for her already.

At least, the little voice in her head thinks so. Making her smile back at him with the same giddy hopefulness that she’s longed for most of her life.

—

He feels like the most awkward person in the whole fucking world. Hiding away in the living room to unbox something alone and give himself a moment of anxiety without having to play it cool in front of her any longer.

She’s pretty, she’s nice, she smells like honey and happiness and new beginnings… Penelope raved about her for days when she heard he was moving to Reno and now he can see why.

Y/N is amazing… it’s almost too good to be true.

She’s in his kitchen humming while she unpacks box after box of his dishes, moving around his new space like she was always meant to be here too. Like she’s a ghost or an extra piece of the pre-furnished listing. Like it was hers first.

He can’t quite place what song it is that she’s humming, but it’s nice. He wanders over to the archway and leans against it, watching her in admiration as she slides some more mugs to the back of a shelf. He knows he wants to ask her out for real. Not just as friends, not just for help or convenience but because his aura is drawn to hers and the colour they could make together has never been made before.

When she turns around to grab another mug she’s startled by his presence in the doorway, “gosh,” she gasps and places her hand on her chest to get over the initial shock. “What the heck, Spencer?”

“Sorry, it’s just…” he licks his lips and thinks it over before saying it, “It’s so nice to have you here… it feels right.”

“Oh,” she softens, he can see a weight lift off her shoulders and her eyes glimmer under the lights. “Thank you, thats the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me?”

“Would you want to go on a real date, tomorrow?” He can’t help but ask. “I know Penelope was hoping for us to date and I hate that she’s always right but, I would really like to go on a date with you.”

“Yeah, absolutely,” she makes her way around the counter and over to be closer to him. “I’d love that, what do you want to do?”

“Um,” he really didn’t think that far ahead… “can I surprise you?”

“Sure,” she gives him the sweetest, most hopeful smile that makes his heart swell.

“Is there anything you don’t like? Or are allergic to? Anything I should avoid?” He can’t help but ask. The last thing he wants is to surprise her with something that makes her distance herself from him. It’s happened too many times before.

She shakes her head, “not that I can think of?”

“Okay,” he smiles at her, stepping into her space more. “I found my Alexa that Penelope got me years ago, did you want me to put on that song you were humming?”

She looks like a dear in the headlights, she clearly forgot he could hear her when she was humming. “Oh, um… no? I don't think you’d like the song.”

“It sounded nice when you were humming?”

“It’s embarrassing…”

“What is it?”

She sighs and gives in, “Taylor Swift has this song that I listen to when I dream about the life I want and it’s been stuck in my head all day cause I’m in your kitchen… and the lyric is outside they’re pushing and shoving but you’re in the kitchen humming, all that you ever wanted from me was Sweet Nothing…”

“That’s not embarrassing,” his heart swells. “Penelope is a matchmaker, has she ever told you about all the couples she created at the FBI? She’s responsible for 5 marriages and by proxy about 10 babies.”

“Wow,” Y/N’s a bit taken aback by that. “So you’re saying she’s like Cupid?”

He nods, “Or she’s able to see fate's design a lot better than us.”

“One hug? That’s all it took?” She teases him.

“A few mugs?” He teases right back.

“Hey, you can tell a lot about a person by what they hoard,” she bites back, trying not to smile too hard.

He just shakes his head and backs up, headed back to the living room with her in tow. “Hey Alexa, what’s the Taylor Swift song that says you’re in the kitchen humming.”

“That would be Sweet Nothing by Taylor Swift on Midnights By Taylor Swift, released October—“ the British man's voice comes booming from the small speaker only to be cut off.

“Hey Alexa play Sweet Nothing by Taylor Swift,” he orders with a smirk plastered to his face.

“Okay, here’s Sweet Nothing by Taylor Swift on Amazon Music.”

Within the first few notes, he knows this is going to be their song. He extends his hand to her, silently asking her to dance even though he doesn’t really know how… and by design or some exquisite happenstance, she takes it.

With one hand in hers, his other hand lands on her hip while her extra hand is placed ever so gently on his shoulder. Chest to chest, eye to eye, they smile and sway along to the flow of the tune. Her hand squeezes around his own slightly tighter, the tune matches exactly how she was humming in his own kitchen and then he hears the lyric she mentioned.

They said the end is coming,

Everyone's up to something,

I find myself running home to your sweet nothings.

Outside, they're push and shoving,

You're in the kitchen humming,

All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing.

He spins her around making her laugh as she crashes back into his chest and holds him tighter. She wraps her arm around his middle and rests her chin on his shoulder. The music is loud, but his thoughts are louder. He wants everything this song mentions but with her. Only her. And it’s been only an hour and a bit that he’s known her. He doesn’t even really know her but he craves to.

“Do you write poems?” He asks after the song mentions them.

She shakes her head, “no, but I know you read a lot of them… do you write them too?”

He nods, “Sometimes… maybe I’ll make you one.”

“I’ll probably cry,” she admits.

Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors

And smooth-talking hucksters out glad-handing each other

And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more"

To you, I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it

She is soft-hearted. She’s sweet and kind and wonderful, too. She tilts her head to the side to rest against his own. Now cheek to cheek, he lets out a deep breath he didn’t even know he was holding. She hums along to the song, just soft enough for him to hear, not quite on key, but it’s endearing.

They’re quiet for the rest of the song and keep swaying, knowing it’s going to end soon and they’re going to have to pull away. They don’t want to… luckily the song is on a loop. It starts right back up and so they don’t pull away.

—

His place is still a mess when he gets ready to leave the next morning. After their dance, she knew she wouldn’t be able to focus on unpacking and he knew he’d be too tempted to hold her all night long… so she went home. He helped her into her coat, he hugged her goodbye and she left, taking a piece of his heart with her.

He’s not as used to Reno as he was with DC, but one look at the map and he was able to find the grocery store quite easily. He walks there because he opted not to bring his shitty car with him. He sold it with the promise of looking for a new one here in Nevada, but it was actually a lot nicer to walk in a sunny place like this. And on days when it’s not as nice, taxis exist for a reason. He really didn’t need a car, anymore.

He didn’t realize how much he missed Nevada until now.

He spent a lot of last night thinking about what he wanted to do for their date and came up with the splendid idea of a picnic. The first thing he did was call Penelope, it wasn’t too late for her back in DC, so he didn’t feel too bad, but he had to ask her some questions. He wanted everything to be perfect. She talked his ear off and then gave him an extensive list of the things she knows Y/N likes from past conversations, it turns out they’ve spent a bit of time talking about snack foods and it was finally coming in handy.

He comes back to his newly unpacked kitchen with bags of groceries, he prepares sandwiches on croissants and cuts up cheese and puts them on toothpicks with fancy slivers of meat… and he bought some new Tupperware so the meats and cheese can be in one and the fruit he bought can be in another. He bought her favourite drinks and some cute disposable cups to put them in because he didn’t have anything other than coffee mugs, which he was sure she wouldn’t mind, but he did.

He wanted this to be perfect for her.

All while he was packing their picnic basket, he listened to Taylor’s music, thanks to Penelope he had a playlist of her favourites to get himself caught up on them and ended up liking most of them himself. Especially one called Maroon. The lyrics are so powerfully written and wondrously sung, it’s as if a heart-stopping novel was put to music and all told within 3 minutes and 38 seconds. Taylor Swift is a genius, that much her lover got right in sweet nothing. What a mind, indeed.

Just a little past her apartment, there is a little park with a lovely field of flowers beside it. It’s a perfect spot for a picnic, so once he’s finished packing their picnic, he sets off on a walk to her apartment, thinking a walk to the park together would only add to the ambiance of the day.

He makes it to her place a little before 11, like he told her he would, and spends a few seconds in the hallway to catch his breath and fix his hair before he knocks. And when he does knock, it’s 3 times and he hits the wood pretty hard with his knuckles. Inside, it’s pretty quiet and then he hears her call out, “Just a sec!!”

He waits patiently for a minute or two and then she wipes the door open while putting in an earring, “Sorry, I didn’t realize what time it was.”

She’s breathtaking. She’s all dolled up and it’s all for him. He can’t believe it.

“That’s okay,” he manages to breathe out, leaving his mouth hung open as he stares.

She just smirks and reaches out for him, touching his chin and redirecting his jaw closed. “You don’t want to catch flies…”

He blushes, uncontrollably, and bows his head, bashful as ever. “Sorry, you just look beautiful… I’m not used to someone getting all dolled up for me.”

She lets out a huff of breath through her nose, settling all her nerves, her shoulders drop and she stares at him like he’s the only man in the whole world. “You’re so sweet, I almost can’t believe you’re real.”

“That feeling is mutual,” he assures her.

She finally looks down at his hands to see him holding a picnic basket. “Oh my god, are we going to have a picnic?” She lights right up.

He nods, “is that okay?”

“Okay? It’s perfect, Spencer!” She’s so excited and it’s real. She’s not playing it up or anything. She’s genuinely over the moon. “Let me just put on my shoes and grab my purse, you can wait in here.”

“Okay,” he steps inside and closes the door behind himself as she runs off into he bedroom.

It’s a small apartment. Her bedroom and bathroom are separate rooms, but the kitchen, living room and the washer and dryer are all exposed. She has it set up really nicely, it’s warm and inviting and happy and he could see himself making a home on her couch in the upcoming weeks of getting to know her. He couldn’t wait to learn about her favourite shows and movies and books. He wanted to hear all about her family and friends and co-workers, even her favourite students and the ones who irked her. He wanted to hear about it all. He wants to know her favourite colour and how she likes her pizza and her pasta and what her favourite baked good is. There’s an endless amount of personal things that he can learn, and he wants to know it all. He wants to love it all, too.

When she returns, she has her shoes on, her purse over her shoulder and a blanket draped over her forearm. “I don’t want to sit on the grass, and I didn’t think you fit a blanket in there…”

“Oh, shoot,” he looks down at the basket and realizes that was the one thing he forgot. “Yeah, we’re going to need that.”

“Thought so,” she smirks. She walks back over to the door and grabs her keys, “anything else you need?”

“Just you,” he replies without thinking it over.

“Stop being so sweet,” she nudges him, staring up at him like he hung the stars, himself.

“Or else?” He teases. It’s remarkable how easy it is with her. It just flows out of him like the script was already written between them.

She steps even closer into his space, “you get a kiss for every compliment,” she says, standing on her tip-toes, she presses her lips to his cheek for 1, 2, 3 seconds of pure bliss.

She drops back down to her normal height, a smirk plastered to her face, proud of the lipstick stain that’s almost as red as his blushing cheek. She reaches up to wipe it off but he pulls back, “don’t…” he’s adamant. “I want everyone to know you’re mine if you’re going out looking this beautiful beside me.”

“Okay then.”

—

Like a real man, Spencer insists on standing closer to the road as they walk along the sidewalk. A few moments into their walk, he transitions the basket to his right side so that his hand that’s closest to her is free and she notices it right away. She has draped the blanket over her left arm, leaving her right hand free… all but begging him to take it. But he’s shy and quiet and he doesn’t know how to just do it.

So she does.

She takes his hand in hers and interlocks their fingers, smiling up at him as they keep going forward, “have you ever been to this park?”

He shakes his head, “No… is it nice? The reviews online said it’s clean and there isn’t a lot of illegal activity there.”

She can’t help but laugh, “Yeah, it’s a nice park. Sometimes I hit up the bookstore down here and then I go read in the park. It’s nice in the summer when I have a week off between my regular job at the school and my summer job.”

“Summer job?”

She nods, “Mhm, you know, 'cause I only work at the high school when school is in session and I don’t make enough to take two whole months off so each summer I take a new job. Like last summer I worked at a daycare but the summer before that I was at a ladies' clothing store a few streets over.”

“What are you going to do this summer?” He asks, intrigued.

“I’m not sure yet… I’m still friends with some of the girls at the daycare so I might go back, but honestly, I’m also thinking of putting in my application for summer school and I might tutor some of the kids that need help graduating,” she explains. “Cause I know how hard it is to try your best and still just not get it. They shouldn’t be punished for having a hard time.”

“You sound like a wonderful teacher, I’m sure they’d really like to have you in the summer, too,” Spencer compliments. “I was always closest to the kids that didn’t do very well in school. It’s not that I pitted them or felt like I could improve them, I just liked who they were as people, more.”

“They’re lovely kids, they just get pushed to the side because they either learn differently or they can’t do the work at home for whatever reason. And they shouldn’t be punished for that, it’s not their fault that most kids nowadays have to work to help their families or become a second parent to help their younger siblings. They barely have the time to take care of themselves let alone do 5 hours of homework a night,” she rants, “I genuinely hate how the school system is currently.”

“My nephew is in high school currently and he isn’t having the best time,” Spencer shares. “He calls me for help on his math homework sometimes and it always floors me that even if he got to the right answer, if he didn’t follow the exact formula that the teacher uses then he gets a 0. There are many different ways to solve an equation, and as long as he shows his work it should count.”

“Exactly!” She raises her voice a little and startles a lady passing them. “It’s frustrating to watch them struggle with shit they’ll never use again unless they’re going into a math-dominated field. It’s not fair.”

“More kids need a teacher like you,” Spencer says, giving her hand a little squeeze.

“Why, thank you,” she gleams. “If we weren’t in the middle of the walkway I’d kiss you again…”

“The books store is just up here, you can kiss me in the aisles… if you really want to?” he kids, but not really. She can tell he wants another kiss from her.

So she drags him into the bookstore, they tell the worker that they’re just looking and perusing the store, calling out the titles they know and rating the backs of the ones that seem interesting until they’re in the back aisle. She turns to him with a smirk, “Are you gonna make me stand on my tip-toes every time, bean sprout?”

He smirks and places the picnic basket down on the floor so his hands are free, “I could just kiss you, instead, you know?”

“You wouldn’t be so bold?” She tempts, secretly hoping he will.

He tentatively reaches out, placing his beautifully soft hand on her cheek and caressing her skin with his thumb before he starts to lean in. She closes her eyes in anticipation, just mere seconds before their lips touch and like the big bang, universes were created in the pitch-black darkness behind her eyelids. Colours she’s never seen before, feelings she’s only read on pages that surround them, and a warmth in her chest that seems so foreign… yet so right.

He goes to pull away and she leans back in, dropping the blanket in the process to kiss him again and again until his tongue slips past her lips and it's more than just a kiss. It’s the start of something beautiful. Something more than Penelope ever thought possible when her two friends ended up in the same town at the same time.

They’re brought out of the moment by the sound of a woman clearing her throat, “You actually have to buy something you can’t just make out back here.”

“Sorry, sorry.”

“I’m so sorry!”

The two of them rush out with equally guilty mugs. She grabs the first book she see’s, “We’ll take this.”

“I’ll meet you at the register,” the keeper replies rather snidely and over it as she walks away.

Looking down at the book, it’s a poetry book by an author she’s never heard of before. “You know this one?”

Spencer shakes his head, “surprisingly, no.”

She picks up the blanket again, he grabs the basket and the two of them slowly make their way towards the cash. “Sorry, again,” Y/N says, pressing her lips together awkwardly. “I don’t know where that came from, we really just wanted a book for our picnic.”

“I’ve been in love before, I get it,” she waves it off with a growing smile. “This is a good choice… it’s only 6 dollars as well.”

“I’ve got it,” Spencer steps forward, taking his wallet out of his pocket and handing the woman two 5 dollar bills. “Do you take tips or donations?”

“Always, it keeps the lights on,” she’s happy to take the extra money, exchanging one of the 5’s for 4 1’s and placing them in a jar behind the desk. “Thank you, I hope to see you back here sometime.”

“Definitely, I’d love to have a real look next time,” Spencer teases as Y/N takes the book. He places his hand on her back, “thank you.”

“Have a good rest of your day,” she adds for good measure, following Spencer towards the door.

“You too! And enjoy your picnic!” The lady calls back just before they leave.

“God,” Y/N scolds herself, “I can’t believe that happened.”

“Spencer just laughs, “It’s not that embarrassing… believe me, I’ve walked in on much worse.”

“I can imagine, I mean, Penelope told me about some of your cases,” she says with the roll of her eyes. “I really don’t know how you did it for so long.”

“Honestly, me either,” he agrees with her there. “How much do you know about me? Because she never told me much about you and I’m worried we’re not on even playing grounds…”

“Oh, not much!” She tries to sound as believable as possible. “She basically told me you’re a genius, she loves you like a little brother and some little anecdotes like you were shot in the knee once and were on crutches for months and you wear a lot of purple which I’ve also seen in the Facebook photos she has of you… but nothing super personal.”

“Okay, that’s good then… cause she’s seen me at my worst,” Spencer admits as they make their way toward the park entrance

“She was basically big brother to you guys,” Y/N teases.

Spencer manages to laugh, “Yeah, she was.”

The gates to the park are open, there are children running about cheering with one another while their parents sit on the benches and talk, barely watching on. They pass everyone and head right back to the grassy area behind the playground, past the soccer fields and take cover under a baby Willow tree that still has lots of growing left to do, however, she’s still big enough to cast a good amount of shade on them.

She lays out the blanket perfectly and takes a seat while Spencer gets down on his knees, placing the picnic basket in front of himself. All while they’re still talking about Penelope. He takes out two plastic champagne flutes and hands them to her first, then he sets out the bubbly drink he got, followed by 4 Tupperware containers. “Speaking of which, I called her last night and she told me about your favourite snacks…”

“No way?” She can’t believe it.

He simply nods, a smirk growing, “It would seem you two love food.”

“Well, it’s always late when we call so she’s seen a lot of my nightly snacks,” She admits. “Is that? No way…” She takes one of the containers and opens it up to find little croissant sandwiches. “You want me to fall in love with you? Don’t you?”

He’s startled to hear it and she can’t believe she said it. It was forward and real and incredibly honest. But Spencer nods. Of course, he nods. “Yeah, I do.”

She looks at him like that 'I do' was the big one. The most important one. And to her, it’s almost more important. “Really?”

“I’ve spent most of my life completely alone, I’m tired… and I’m not settling, not at all, no,” he stutters out and worries he’s offended her. “I just mean, I like you, you’re wonderful already and everything I look for in a person and if you loved me I’d be the luckiest man in the world.”

“Wow,” she can’t believe it.

“Sorry—

“No, no,” she reaches out, dropping the container so she could touch his knee instead, “don’t, I’m just shocked, really…”

“Really?”

She nods, “Yeah, not many people have just openly told me that they like me let alone want me to love them?”

“Me either,” Spencer admits. He’s ready to lay his whole heart bare to her. “I really want someone to love me and if that someone was you then I could die happy.”

“Not on my watch,” she manages to smile. “My love means taking care of you. My love includes worrying and obsessing and making you entirely mine… it’s driven people away before we could even start anything real, I don’t want that to happen here.”

“It won’t,” Spencer is quick to reply. “It can’t drive me away, it’s exactly what I want… and I want to love you just the same.”

“You won’t have to try hard,” she teases, smiling up at him. “Come on, get comfortable, grab a sandwich and talk to me. Tell me about yourself and watch it happen.”

“Okay,” he follows her instructions.

He gets comfortable on the blanket, taking off his shoes so he can sit crisscross applesauce and he pours them each a glass of sparkling cider. “I’m sober,” he shares first. “I had some drug problems in my 20’s and I find if I avoid all substances, except coffee, then I won’t slip.”

“Wise man,” she compliments. “I don’t drink either, mostly cause drinking alone is sad and I don’t like how it makes me feel.”

“And I picked this pinky one cause of the line in Paris…” Spencer admits which makes her peak right up. “You know, fake wine makes believe it’s champagne…”

“Oh my god, you listened to Midnights?”

He nods, “I went back to listen to Sweet Nothing and thought why not?”

She can’t help but shake her head and smile, “That’s so cute, you have no idea how cool this is for me. No one I know really likes her, everyone acts too cool for Taylor Swift and then you come in and listen to her on your own accord? That’s— that’s everything to me, Spencer.”

“I think she’s amazing, well, so far, at least,” he admits. “I’ve only listened to the one album but it was a great album, I particularly enjoyed Maroon.”

“Her track 2’s are always my favourite,” Y/N raves. “She saves track 5 for her personal favourites or songs that mean the most to her, like on Red there’s this one called All Too Well and it’s originally 5 minutes but on the new recording of Red it’s 10 minutes and it’s so good. It’s insanely beautiful.”

“I can’t wait to listen to it,” he can’t help but smile. “I love listening to you talk about her, you glow.”

“Here,” she pulls out her phone and headphones from her purse and plugs them in. “We can listen to it now if you want?”

“Okay,” he agrees, taking an earbud and placing it in his ear while she moves closer to share the other.

And for 10 minutes they sit there in silence, she eats her sandwich and he listens to the words with the most admiration. The hurt is palpable, the passion is gut-wrenching… he loves it and she can tell from the look on his face. He’s so focused and enthralled. She feels a warmth in her chest that she hasn’t felt before, something in this moment is what makes her really love him. She isn’t just infatuated, he isn’t just cute and nice… he’s special.

“That was amazing—

“I never want to feel like that,” she whispers, staring at him intently. “don’t break my heart, please.”

“I don’t plan to?”

She lets out a deep breath she didn’t mean to hold, “I’ve never dated anyone before because I can’t go through the heartache. She made it seem so fucking awful I never want to feel it.”

“It’s awful,” he admits, all the hurt he’s experienced comes forth, pooling behind his eyes as tears form. “I was in love only once. She died before I could tell her.”

“Oh, Spencer, I’m so sorry,” she can’t believe it. “When?”

“In 2013.”

“Have you been single for 10 years?”

He nods, “Basically. I tried to date before the pandemic but she wasn’t really my type, it was more convenient so it didn’t last.”

“Oh.”

“This isn’t like that,” he assures. “You’re kind and beautiful and you have a normal job and you make people's lives better… you’ve made Penelope’s life better. You are sunshine—

“Do not call yourself midnight rain I will laugh,” she cuts him off, biting back a smirk.”

“I wasn’t,” he laughs too, “but it works here, too.”

“I’m not always sunny,” she adds, making sure he knows that.

“That’s okay,” he’s fine with it, really. “Even on gloomy days, the sun is just behind the clouds.”

She can’t believe he just said that. It’s so beautiful and kind and about her? It makes her just stare at him, mouth opening to say something but nothing comes out. She doesn’t know what to say. “Oh, man… I’m going to fall in love with you so quickly.”

“Me too,” Spencer smiles, reaching out to hold her hand. He grips it tight and doesn’t break eye contact with her, “and I’m excited about it.”

—

He only lives around the corner from her which means they see each other every day for the next week. They wake up at the same time, they get coffee before work, she drops him off at the police station and then she heads to the high school. After school, she goes and picks up something for dinner and he Ubers right to her apartment to eat. They talk well into the night, they listen to music, they watch documentaries and movies and they cuddle… she knows almost everything about him and he knows almost everything about her. He’s going to meet her family in the summer, hopefully, and she’s going to meet Diana in a few weeks.

Being together is the most fun she’s ever had in her entire life.

And while they’re not going on dates to get to know each other, they are dating and Penelope is happy about it for the most part. She’s just upset she lost her nightly chats with Y/N on Zoom. They barely even text now.

When Penny finally does get Y/N on the phone, however, it’s on a night that Spencer has an intense case in Reno. The BAU are back in town… 3 women have died this week, all online sex workers, they never walked the streets and yet that’s where they’ve ended up. It’s heartbreaking.

“I called him today during his break and he just sounded so defeated, it breaks my heart,” Y/N says with her hand over her chest and pleading eyes, “it’s too bad you’re not working with them again.”

“Their new tech guy is good,” Penelope assures her, “and he’s got JJ and Luke with him so he’s fine… he’s more than fine, he’s Spencer.”

She rolls her eyes playfully, “he is fine…”

“You guys really like each other?” Penelope digs, she wasn’t going to pry and press too many questions but she can’t help herself.

Y/N nods, “Yeah… I think I love him.”

“Really?” Penelope lights right up, “Oh my god?”

“I know! It’s been so nice, we were going to go on another date tonight but, you know, duty calls…”

“How many have you had so far?”

“Uh,” Y/N doesn’t really know. “Well, we unpacked boxes last Saturday and then on Sunday we went to the park and I’ve seen him every day this week…”

“I know,” Penelope pretends to be mad about it but she can’t stay fake mad for long. She loves them both too much. “I’ve missed you.”

“I miss you too, I just like cuddles with my boyfriend more…”

“Boyfriend?”

She nods, “Yeah, I think that’s what we are, I mean, we’ve already talked about what we want and he said he wants to fall in love with me so I think that makes us boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“Spencer said that? Shy, nervous, Spencer Reid?” Penelope can’t believe it.

She can’t help but laugh, “Yeah, I guess that’s him… I don’t know, he’s a lot less shy with me.”

“Have you—

“No, no, not yet,” she waves her hands in front of the screen and looks panicked. “No. We haven’t even talked about it yet.”

“No?”

She shakes her head, “No… I mean, I want to and we’ve had some nice make-out sessions but we haven’t done anything more than kiss.”

“Wow,” Penelope is genuinely shocked. “I thought you would’ve jumped him by now.”

“Hey,” she says with a cheeky smile. “I have self-control… so does he, I guess cause he hasn’t even tried to cop a feel or anything, he’s super reserved.”

“Well yeah he’s spent 40 years being a virgin,” Penelope says without any malice, she’s just stating a fact. “He’s used to things not going there. I think you have to make the move.”

“I was thinking that too,” she doesn’t sound excited about it. “I’m just really scared even though I know I shouldn’t be when it’s Spencer. He’s going to be very sweet and he’s already told me he thinks I’m beautiful and I feel it around him… it’s just so nerve-wracking.”

“I was still a teenager when I had sex the first time and it was so scary, I wish I waited,” she really emphasizes Wish. “I wish I was mature and chose someone good and deserving and I wish he cared about me. But you have all those things right now, it’ll be worth it now.”

“I know,” she tries her hardest to believe her. “I know it’ll be okay… it’s just the anticipation feels more like anxiety.”

“Which is totally normal, but it’ll go away when it happens, believe me.”

“I do.”

—

Spencer's cause goes on another 4 days. She brings him coffee and donuts after work, she meets his friends and ex-collogues and she understands now why he had to get out of it all. Emily is just a few years older than him and fully grey, JJ sneaks out to make phone calls to her family who she doesn’t see as often as she wants and Luke is still single no matter how hard he tries. The job takes things from them.

She gives him a hug before she leaves each time, never a kiss, that would embarrass him in front of his new co-workers and his old ones would never let him live it down. So he gets just a hug. It’s long, they linger and then she goes home.

It’s weird being home without him now that he’s been there often. She misses him dearly, every day. All through the weekend, he works. And then the case ends on a Tuesday at 3 in the morning and stays up just for her. He buys them coffee, he walks to her place and he knocks on her door right at 6:30, 15 minutes after he knows her alarm has gone off.

She opens the door dazed and confused. “What are you doing here?”

“I missed my best friend.”

“Get in here,” she tugs him inside and makes him put the coffees down so she could have a proper welcome.

She cups his face in her hands and kisses him with so much force and passion, it startles him. But he kisses her back. He wraps her up in a big hug, bringing her in closer, he deepens the kiss with the swipe of his tongue and she pushes him back against her door. It’s as fiery as the first time, it’s better than the kiss in the bookstore, there’s so much more feeling in it now.

His hand roams up the flat of her back, over her shoulders and rests on the nape of her neck. His thumb caresses the skin under her ear, causing her to moan into the kiss and pull away, embarrassed. Her eyes go wide and she stutters on her way to find an excuse but Spencer just smiles, still caressing her, he brings his other hand up to cup her cheek, “It’s okay… you’re so cute.”

Her cheeks heat up and she feels bashful as all hell. “Shut up,” is all she can manage to say. “I’m still half asleep, I mean, you should be lucky I already brushed my teeth before you surprised me.”

“Mm,” Spencer hums, running his tongue over his teeth, “that’s why you’re so minty.”

She just pulls away and reaches for her coffee, “And now I can’t drink this until the minty-ness goes away, so thank you.”

“Should I go awa—

“No,” she rushes out. “No, you can stay. I can drive you home on my way to work.”

“Okay,” he can’t help but giggle a bit as he makes his way closer to her, reaching out for her waist. “You like me…”

“Shush!” She swats him away, “I have to get ready, don’t tempt me.”

“Just one more kiss? Come on, isn’t it the deal that I compliment you and you kiss me?” He begs. “You’re so beautiful and smart and lovely—

She steps closer to him and presses her lips right to his only to pull back just as fast. He cups her face in his hands and stops her from moving away too fast and peppers kisses to her lips. “Spence— Spencer!” She giggles while trying to pull away, “Seriously, I have to go to work!!”

“Fine,” Spencer sighs as he lets her go, only to pull her back in for one last kiss. “Okay, now you can go.”

She just laughs as she pulls away and heads back to her room, “Come on, you can sit in my room while I get ready.”

“Really?” He follows even though he doesn’t believe her.

“Why not?” She doesn’t see why it’s a big deal, “I’m just doing my makeup and then I have to pick an outfit and I’ll change in the bathroom?”

“Okay, yeah, sorry I just thought you meant you’d change in front of me and I didn’t think we were there yet?”

“Oh, no,” she agrees. Taking a seat at her little makeup desk, she turns to him. “When do you think we should be ready for something like that?”

“When do you want to?” He questions her right back.

She shrugs, “I don’t know… this Saturday is 2 weeks of us being together so, I mean, most couples start moving further around then?”

“We’re not most couples,” he reminds her.

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” Spencer hesitates, he looks a little nervous but he sits on the end of her bed anyway. “I’ve never had sex before… I’ve wanted to, I’ve tried.”

“I’ve never even tried,” she’s incredibly honest. “Making out is as far as I’ve gone with anyone.”

“Really?” He almost can’t believe it. “Why?”

She shrugs, “I’m over-emotional and incredibly soft. I can’t do one-night stands and I’ve never trusted anyone enough to experiment before.”

“Oh,” Spencer softens, “you feel safe with me?”

She nods, “Extremely.”

He gets up and wraps his arms around her, resting his cheek against the top of her head. She snuggles into him and holds onto one of his forearms, they both sigh. Completely content with one another.

—

They agreed to try and go further on Friday night. They both have weekends off, so they could spend the whole weekend together if they wanted to.

And when Friday comes, she isn’t nervous. It’s just a Friday.

She placed an order for Chinese food when she got home from work and texted Spencer right after so he could get it on his way over. It was closer to his place and convenient this way and he just liked to get it for them. And while he’s on his way, she takes the time to bring out some comfy blankets to put on the couch for their cuddles later and she lights some candles and turns on her fairy lights. Her whole living room is set in a soft, romantic mood with the hopes that they could do more than just cuddle tonight…

Spencer knocks 3 times to let her know it’s him and then he walks in, “Hey, so they ran out of spring rolls but they gave us egg rolls instead, is that cool?”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” she doesn’t care, rushing over to the door she takes the bags from him and puts them on the table by the door instead.

He slips out of his shoes and puts them beside hers, then he takes his bag off and places it beside his shoes, next he takes off his coat and hangs it up. He even locks her front door for her, these are all things he’s used to doing after 2 weeks of visiting. She clears her throat when he takes too long to turn back to her, “excuse me, I’m waiting,” she teases.

“Sorry,” he steps closer to her and places his hand on her cheek as he leans in for his welcome home kiss. It’s a new tradition that she loves so much and clearly he does too as she can feel him smile through the kiss. He kisses her once, twice and a 3rd time just because he can, “there, happy?”

She shakes her head and cups both his cheeks, pulling him in for a longer, more passionate kiss. His hands go to her waist, holding her closer to his body, he wraps her up in a hug as well. She pulls back with an audible “mwah,” and a smile on her own face. “Now I’m happy.”

“You’re so cute,” he compliments. “I missed you so much today.”

“I missed you, handsome,” she compliments right back. “Um, I missed you so much I was wondering if maybe you’d want to stay over tonight?”

“Oh?” He’s only slightly surprised, “yeah, I’d like that… I just need to check my bag, hold on.”

“Okay?” She’s a little confused about why he has to, but she doesn’t ask any questions. She just watches him open up his satchel and search the pockets.

“Oh, good,” he says with relief in his voice as he pulls out a bottle of pills and his toothbrush. “I haven’t told you yet, but I’m on antidepressants… I take them every night before bed.”

“That’s nothing to be ashamed of,” she says without a second thought. “Do they help?”

He nods, putting them back in his bag until later, “Yeah, I like them.”

“Good, now, come on,” she grabs the bag of food and makes her way over to the kitchen so she can start dishing everything out. “Did you check that they had everything?”

“You bet, after they forgot the red sauce last time I’m never not checking the bag again,” he says as he follows her.

They spend a few minutes in the kitchen as they fill their plates with a variety of food. Spencer opts for a fork while she uses the chopsticks provided in the bag and then they move back to the living room. They put their plates on the coffee table and sit down criss-cross apple sauce together on the floor in front of the couch. The remote is on Spencer's side of the table, and the TV is on and ready for them to pick a show, but instead, Spencer asks how her day went.

“Oh, it was okay with my juniors we worked on SAT prep and then with my 3 freshman classes we worked on their independent study unit and I’m now considered the cool teacher cause I let them listen to their music while they read,” she shares with a smile. “And then for my spare I filled in for Miss Tyndall, the arts teacher, so we watched a David Bowie doc while they all worked on different projects.”

“Sounds like a fun day,” Spencer loves to listen to her talk about it all. “You’d be my favourite teacher too.”

“I know,” she can’t help but smile. “How was your day?”

He shrugs, taking a forkful of fried rice, he covers his mouth with his hand while he talks, “It was okay, no one died so that’s a bonus.”

For the rest of their meal, they share little stories, about their day and things they heard on the news or on TikTok, funny anecdotes and memories from their separate pasts. It’s nice. She could listen to him all day and he felt the same. When their plates are empty, they both lean back against the couch and Spencer turns to stare at her with so much love in his eyes.

“I’m really enjoying my nights with you,” he shares, and in the silence, she feels it. But he says it anyway, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she says and a feeling of relief flows out of her in the form of a sigh. Her shoulders drop, and she looks over at him with a sweet smile, silent as they take in the moment. “I love you so much.”

He places his hand on top of hers, both of them are in too much of a food coma to move closer or kiss or anything. They just hold hands and stare at each other.

“I get it now,” she whispers. “I understand what she’s been singing about all these years… this feeling right here. It’s worth the heartbreak, I think.”

“I can’t tell the future, but I know I never want to leave you,” Spencer replies, voice equally as soft. “I want everything with you.”

Her heart starts to beat out of her chest but she knows she has to ask it. “Would you be my first?”

“Only if you’d be mine?”

She nods, tears bubbling behind her eyes, and she squeezes his hand. “I’d love nothing more… but I’m in a food coma right now.”

Spencer breaks out in a burst of historical laughter first, causing her to laugh just as hard and lean into his shoulder.

“Well, then it’s a good thing we have all weekend,” Spencer finally says, he wraps his arm around her and holds her close.

“Even if we don’t do it tonight, do you want to sleep in my bed with me?”

He nods against her, “Yeah… I’ve been thinking about that a lot actually. It’s really hard to leave here in the middle of the night knowing you’re sleeping alone in there when we were just cuddling right here,” he motions to the couch. “I want to wake up with you next to me every morning.”

The warmth that fills her stomach is a mixture of extreme happiness but also anxiety… it’s almost too good to be true. She pulls away and looks up at him with fearful eyes, “is it normal to fall in love this fast?” The words just tumble out of her.

Spencer shrugs, “I mean… I’ve always heard the saying ‘when you know, you know’ and I’ve read a lot about love at first sight and the way we pick our mates based on familiar facial structures that make us feel safe… and I’ve been in love before and I never met her—

“But I understand why you loved her, she was the only person in your life other than your mother to truly take care of you and listen…” Y/N cuts him off, remembering the night he told her all about Maeve.

“Yeah, and from the first day I met you, you’ve done the same,” Spencer reminds her. “You brought me muffins so that I’d have something to eat before work and you wanted to help me unpack and every day since you have cared for me more than anyone I know. Onto of that you’re beautiful and easy to talk to and you’re not only wonderful to me, but to everyone, you know. It wasn’t hard for me to love you, I’m just surprised you love me.”

“Why?”

“Well, for starters I’m a 42-year-old man who’s spent the last 20 years of my life hunting serial killers and I had a drug problem and I’ve killed people and I was in prison… you know everything and you still love me?” Spencer really can’t believe it.

“Mhm, I love you because despite all that shit that’s happened to you, you still have a sweet smile and a big heart and the best mind I know,” Y/N confirms everything he needed to know. “I love you because you’re you. There’s no other reason.”

He cups her cheek and looks at her with the softest expression known to man, “I’m going to love you forever.”

“Show me?” she whispers, pleading with her eyes to know just how much he loves her.

“Do we just leave our plates here?” He teases, going to stand up.

“I guess we can put them away,” she agrees, she moves to her knees and gathers up her own plate while Spencer does the same with his.

They meet again in the kitchen, placing both plates in her dishwasher, she turns to the leftovers and starts to pack them away while Spencer moves back over to his bag. He grabs his phone and something else while she’s not looking and he opens up Spotify. He doesn’t have many songs saved to his account, just some classical music and the most important song… Sweet Nothing.

She turns to him within milliseconds, “Spence?”

He places his phone on the counter and hands her a little rock, one he picked up on his walk over to see her before work last week. He never had the time to give it to her between all their kissing and her getting ready for work. “Here… it’s only May but I can get you another rock in July.”

She doesn’t want to speak or she’ll cry, but she manages to say: “okay,” as she takes it from him and steps into his space to dance again. In her kitchen this time…

She rests her head on his shoulder, his arms around her waist, they sway to the sound of the music and hold each other close. And then he kisses her shoulder and the side of her neck up to her ear. He cups her face in his hand and stares into her eyes, “bedroom?”

“Bedroom,” she agrees, taking his hand in hers, she leads him back into her room and turns on just the one table lamp she has beside her bed, “should we light candles and stuff?”

“Do you want to?”

She shrugs, “I don’t know, isn’t that what people do when they have special sex?”

“Special sex?”

“You know, first times, birthday sex, anniversary sex… emotional sex,” she redefines what she meant and surprisingly she isn’t embarrassed.

“Candles would be nice, then,” Spencer agrees with a smile. “Do you have condoms? Are you on the pill?”

She smirks, “I bought some condoms on Tuesday after work.”

He watches her open her bedside table and take out the box of condoms and a lighter, she hands him the condoms, “Here.”

“Thanks,” he reads them over, latex-free, real feel, they’d work perfectly.

While he’s reading over the box, she lights a few candles in her room and he takes a seat on the side of her bed, watching her. When she returns to him, she stands between his legs and rests her hands on his shoulders. “You’re sure?”

“Absolutely,” Spencer smiles up at her and reaches out to hold her hips. He plays with the hem of her shirt, “how do you want to do this?”

“Can we strip down to our underwear and get into bed and kiss for a bit and see where it goes?”

“Of course, yeah, that sounds good,” Spencer agrees, he pushes up her shirt and she lifts her arms to help. Spencer has to stand up to pull it all the way off and then he looks down at her in her bra. “wow…”

“Thanks,” she smirks, shaking her head as she reaches for his shirt to undo the buttons, “they’re just boobs…”

“Just boobs,” he repeats with a small chuckle. “I’ll have you know everything about you is spectacular.” And with a rush of confidence, he cups both breasts with his hands, he runs his thumbs over where her nipples are hidden under the fabric and she has to bite her lip so she doesn’t moan.

“Do you like that?”

She nods and pushes his shirt off his shoulders until it's discarded on the floor. “Yeah. I don’t think you’ve ever noticed but… your hands… I watch them when you talk and when you’re tracing a page as you read really fast and you use two fingers instead of one and I’ve wanted you to touch me from the moment I saw you.”

“Mmm,” he turns her around and motions for her to get on the bed and she moves quickly, she’s resting her head on the pillows when he’s suddenly hovering over her.

He runs his pointer finger from her chin, down her neck and between the crease of her breasts before cupping them both again and places kisses on her exposed chest. She arches into the contact and his hands follow both her arms until his fingers are interlocked with hers. Holding them over her head as he kisses her neck and shoulder.

“So beautiful,” he whispers, “how’d I get so lucky?”

“We have a great mutual friend, remember?” She teases,

He groans “Don’t mention her when I’m about to go down on you…” he says as he nibbles at her skin and it makes her moan, grinding her hips up against him, she wants him so bad but she still has her pants on. He sits on his knees between her spread legs and undoes the button as she lifts her hips, helping him glide them down her legs and off. He tosses them to the floor and goes right back in, gripping her by the hips he leans down and kisses her stomach… something she never thought any man would do.

He wants her just as bad as she wants him and it’s prevalent in the way his eyes are blown out as he looks up at her, pleading with his eyes, all he says is “Can I?” And she nods. He pulls her underwear down and tosses them off only to lift one and kiss from her ankle and all the way up to her knee and then he dips in closer, smothering her inner thigh with kisses and nips and then he sucks a deep purple mark into her skin, lapping over it with his tongue before blowing on it softly.

“Holy fuck,” she moans as he gets closer to her pussy and all she wants is his hands on her.

Almost like he reads her mind, he moves to the other leg and hurries along until he’s kissing right along where her underwear used to meet her thigh. Then, he spreads her pussy and licks a broad stripe along her cunt. He presses a kiss to her clit next as she bucks her hips into the sensation, “Oh my god, Spence?”

“Shh,” he whispers, looking up at her from between her legs like a man starved. “Just enjoy it, I’ve always wanted to do this.”

She’s so turned on from the teasing alone, and then he adds a finger, he gently circles it around her hole before inserting it slowly, seeing how much give she has before he takes it all. The feeling of his tongue on her is unlike anything she’s ever felt before, he’s soft yet rough and sweet yet disgusting with the noises he’s making. She can’t help reaching out and gripping his hair as her hips lift from the bed again. With only one free hand, he pushes her back down against the bed and she whines. When he adds a second finger, the stretch isn’t too much to handle, he’s so much better with his hands than she figured he’d be as he finger fucks her. His tongue on her clit and freehand trails from her hip up to grip her tit as he grinds against the mattress, he’s so into it she’s worried he might not get to really fuck her.

“Spencer,” she pants, “holy fuck Spence, please, oh my god,” she can barely make it through the sentence when his fingers curl and her legs tremble.

“Cum for me,” he growls against her and her body listens as she jolts forward and she feels the rush flow through her bloodstream.

“Oh!” she cups her breast and arches her back, oblivious to how he watches her while still lapping at her clit.

When it gets to be too much for her, she grips his hair tighter and pulls him off, “fuck me, now… please?”

“Is it an order or a suggestion,” he teases as he kisses back up her body with his glistening and wet lips, “well?”

“Please?” She looks at him with the sweetest, most fucked out expression. “That was amazing, baby.”

“Fuck,” he groans and drags himself off the bed so he can push his pants and boxers off in one fell swoop. Now, only in his mismatched socks, he doesn’t really have the time to take them off as he reaches for the abandoned box of condoms at the foot of her bed.

She watches contently as he hastily rips it open and rolls it on before he gets back on the bed. He gets right back to where he was, between her legs, he places his hands on her knees and soothes them down her inner thighs, “you sure?”

She nods, “I’m ready.”

“Okay,” he says with a deep breath, readying himself in the meantime, he grips himself at the base and pushes the head into her, inch by inch, he watches as her mouth opens in a silent gasp.

“My god…” he coos, “it’s like you were fuckin made for me.”

She’s speechless, reading out for more of him, she’s desperate for his touch. Her hands land on his hips, his skin is so soft and warm and then they’re flush together. He bottoms out and stills, he drops down so that they’re chest to chest and she cups his face instead, “Hi…”

“Hi,” he manages to laugh, holding himself up with one arm, his other hand pushes her hair back off her forehead and stays there. “I love you.”

“I love you,” she says as she pulls him in for a kiss, tasting herself on his tongue, he collapses onto her and wraps his arm around her, angling her hips up as he starts to thrust.

The kiss gets hungrier, and they moan into each other as he picks up the pace, really fucking her just like she asked him to. She has no idea where this side of him came from but she can’t explain how much she likes it, the hand that was once in her hair is now pushed into the pillow, bracing himself as he hovers and fucks her deeply.

She absentmindedly runs her hand along his forearm and takes his hands in hers, interlocking their fingers before he holds it over her head again and fucks into her with vigour. Her legs wrap around him, every trust grinds his pubic bone against her clit and she’s still so sensitive, she’s so incredibly close that all she can do is sloppily kiss him and moan into his mouth.

His hips snap faster and faster as he fucks her and she can’t hold back anymore when she tosses her head back and sucks him in more. “Oh my god,” and “Holy fuck,” is all she can say, making him smirk.

He’s trying his hardest to keep his composure, breathing quickly, it’s the best workout he’s ever had trying to keep the pace and please her right. “I might,” he says between pants, “I might last a while… cause my meds—

“I don’t care,” she uses her free hand to cup his cheek again, “I want to stay here forever, holy shit.”

“Yeah?”

She tosses her head back again, “Oh my god, yeah!”

He just laughs and it’s the sexiest thing she’s ever heard. She’s right there at the edge when he retrieves his hand from behind her back and rubs his thumb over her clit, “you can cum, if you want.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” she says, running her hand down his chest and looking between them to see what he’s doing, “I want to finish with you.”

His grip on the hand she’s holding gets tighter, he’s sweaty and losing stamina and nowhere close to being done. “Do you want to switch positions?” She asks, “It’s okay?”

“Can we?” He slows to a stop, “you’re okay with that?”

“Spence, I love you,” she reminds him, “It’s fine, it’s better than fine, actually… I’ve heard all my friends talk about dudes who last 5 seconds, this is more than I ever expected.”

“I’m just anxious, you can see why I take them,” he gets all blushy and bashful as he lets go of her hand, pulls out and sits back up on his knees.

She sits up too, taking her bra off in the process. She tosses it to the floor and his jaw drops when he sees her naked chest, “fuck..” He mumbles under his breath.

“Here, you sit up against the headboard,” she suggests, moving out of the way so he can take her place.

Once he’s settled she straddles his hips and takes his cock in her hand, angling it toward her entering as she sits upon it. Once he’s fully inside she drapes her arms around his shoulders and smiles at him, “We can do it this way… now you’ve got a face full of tits.”

His hands soothe down her bare back down to her hips, he licks his lips as he looks at them and helps her glide her body against his. “My god,” he all but moans, watching her boobs jiggle as she starts to really ride him.

“You’re so deep,” she moans, tossing her head back again to free up her neck, he pulls her in and kisses her from her shoulder up to her ear, lighting sucking at her earlobe, he brings his hand up to cup her cheek and ends up gripping her hair at the nape of her neck and pulling her to the side so he can messily smother her in kisses. “No marks, I have teenagers to teach, ‘member? They’re fucking ruthless.”

“Mhm,” he mumbles, too into it to really care, his other hand reaches down to thumb at her clit, he’s getting close and she wants to finish with him.

He finally does cup her face with the hand that was just in her hair, he caresses her cheek with his thumb, pulling her back in for a kiss that’s all tongue. She moans into his mouth, running her hands down his chest, she uses his as leverage to keep pushing back before grinding down on him, he’s right against her g-spot and so fucking deep she can feel him everywhere, “Spence,” she whines, pulling back from the kiss, “are you close?”

“Uh-huh,” he pulls her back in, kissing her deeper, he wraps both his arms around her back and lifts her up, laying her back against the bed and slams his hips into hers over and over.

Her back arches again and she opens her mouth in a silent moan, it’s so good she can barely breathe. She reaches out for him, gripping his biceps, he attacks her neck again, covering her in sloppy kisses and hot breath. His pelvic bone grinds against her clit, again and again, bringing her right to the edge again until she finally peaks, moaning, she arches her back as her orgasm rushes through her but he doesn’t stop. He fucks her through it, chasing his own high.

“Fuck, I love you, I love you so much,” he mumbles, through his last few thrusts, and then he stills with a groan, filling the condom, he drops down against her.

they’re a ball of limbs, holding each other so close she doesn’t know where she ends and he begins. He buries his face in her neck, still kissing her, she holds him tighter, “I love you so much, too, Spencer.”

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sellenite · 5 months

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Girl you're FEEDING the Choso simps with your cherry blossom series! I love it sm, and I was hoping you could do a fluffy normal!AU?

Maybe Choso can be a TA/Tutor for an upper division college class and Reader is a senior in undergrad. He can tutor her in office hours, they become friends, then eventually hang out once classes are over?

(I'll let you decide if there's NSFW in there ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

pairing: TA!Choso x fem!reader contents: fluff, no smut (but implied at end), Choso and reader are both a little shy/awkward word count: 2.9K notes: I thought this idea was so cute, and I had some fluffy ideas for college AU Choso and reader so I hope this is what you were looking for <3 SFW :)

Choso Kamo wasn’t exactly what you would call a “social butterfly.” He never had been much of a talker, even before the twins passed away. But as his undergraduate years floated past him, he had failed to make so much as a single lasting friendship—driven firstly by grief, and second by natural introversion.

When Eso and Kechizu died, Choso had just started his freshman year of college. It was a stupid accident; the two of them driving home from a late football practice—a practice he would have been there to pick them up from if he were home—when they got hit by a drunk driver. They were cruel and pointless deaths, and Choso had a difficult time accepting them.

He didn’t go home after that summer; there was nothing left for him there. His mother had long since forgotten about him, too busy with her new husband and her new family. But he supposed the one good thing his mother’s remarriage gave him was his half-brother, Yuji. Yuji was the only person Choso had left, and he called him almost every week between his graduate studies.

Choso was on a pre-medical track with a specialization in hematology—the subject just seemed to come naturally to him. He felt he owed it to Eso and Kechizu to do something with his life, to help people if he could. It had been hard work—and he had near-permanent circles under his eyes to show for it—but he found an odd comfort in suffocating his misery with never-ending lab assignments and exams. However, his solitary habits left little room for friendships to grow; Choso found most of his undergraduate—and now graduate—nights alone, either with a textbook in hand or on the phone with Yuji. He was envious of his half-brother in a way; making friends always came so naturally to him.

Choso had learned to adapt to his loneliness until he didn’t notice it anymore. So his professor was more than a little shocked when he saw Choso had applied for the teaching assistant position. To be fair, he surprised himself as well, but he was putting himself through college and some financial help was better than none at all. And that was exactly how he had wound up being your Clinical Hematology TA. The laboratory class was known for being difficult, but it was one of the last remaining requirements you needed for your biology degree.

Choso wasn’t the best teacher—you didn’t think anyone would argue against that—but it was obvious he knew his stuff. He never needed notes—let alone the skeletal slideshow projected onto the laboratory whiteboard—when the professor had him lead lectures or experiments, but he was so soft-spoken. The subject of hematology he knew as if it were his closest friend—in an admittedly lonely way—but public speaking was far from his area of expertise. You often found other students zoning out or easily drowning Choso’s voice out with their own quiet chatter.

You followed along the best you could though. Sometimes you found yourself a little confused when Choso’s already-quiet voice would grow more muted, as if he were speaking to himself rather than to an entire class. But you still found yourself listening to Choso diligently. He was charming, in a sad, quiet sort of way you thought. He had an aloofness about him that made him seem somewhat intimidating to you at first; he didn’t talk to anyone unless there was a question, and he didn’t linger for a moment longer after the professor dismissed him at the end of their lectures.

But you felt that was more to him than the cold front he seemed to put up, and every once in a while you could see cracks in his stoic mask. You could see it in the way he sometimes let out a long sigh when he wasn’t needed in class, his deep brown eyes gazing out the window, distantly. The way he always seemed to rub over the same silver ring he always wore on his right hand when he was presenting. The heavy circles under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept in months, half-heartedly covered by smudges of charcoal eyeliner.

Your simple observations began to turn into questions—How old was he? Did he go out on the weekends? Who did he hang out with? What kinds of movies did he like to watch? Did he have a girlfriend?—until (unintentionally) you realized you may have developed more than a small crush on your TA. But you had carried out most of the semester thus far without talking to him, so you doubted anything would change. He was your TA, you were his student; it was best to leave it at that, was it not?

Choso was the TA for your specific class, but there were other graduate students that the professor had to teach in his other time sessions. However (as with most of your other college classes), all TAs had office hours open to students no matter the section they were in. Choso had gotten used to his usually being empty. He didn’t mean to seem cold, or off-putting; it was just in his nature to be quiet. Yet, unfortunately, his modest tendencies led most students to seek help from some of the other, friendlier TAs.

Choso still made sure he was present during all of his office hours, though—it was kind of the job, anyway. But being as he spent most of them alone (sometimes the professor would be present as well), he had started using the time as a dedicated study hour. He found his way to the hematology laboratory and unlocked the door, preparing for yet another hour spent alone in the sterile room. At least there are windows, he thought to himself; he couldn’t remember the last time he had spent more than twenty minutes outside at one time.

But just as he was beginning to pull out his own work, he heard a soft knock at the laboratory door. His brows furrowed in confusion as he looked up, almost forgetting from how many sessions he had spent alone that students were supposed to be at these. You opened the door slowly, a little cautiously even, slightly poking your head in. And you couldn’t help the reflexive way in which your eyes slightly widened and a faint blush spread across your cheeks at the sight of Choso sitting alone at the front desk of the classroom.

“Oh! Hi, I’m Y/N… I’m in your Clinical Hematology class…” You started to introduce yourself, feeling more flustered than you had hoped or expected you would be now that you were talking to Choso one-on-one.

“I know,” Choso said back—maybe a little too quickly, he worried. “I mean, I’ve seen you before… You usually sit by the window, right?” He asked you, in that deep yet soft voice of his.

You mentally kicked yourself for the way you felt your heart fall into your stomach as a small smile formed on your lips. He knows me? You thought to yourself as you nodded back to him, stepping into the classroom a little more.

“Yeah, I do,” you smiled warmly at him, recovering some of your nervousness. You watched as Choso slid a notebook back into his backpack.

“Well… Is there anything I can help you with today?” He asked you politely, and you suddenly remembered the reason you had come to office hours in the first place. You felt your cheeks burn slightly and you hoped that Choso (somehow) wouldn’t notice. You nodded again as you swallowed a lump in your throat, sitting down in the chair opposite the teacher’s desk. You couldn’t help but notice how pretty (albeit tired) his eyes were up close, the brown of them so warm that they almost looked red when the light caught them right.

“It’s this upcoming lab report,” you started gently, trying not to get distracted by all of the beautiful details you never had the honor of seeing—the dark purple color on his nails, his long eyelashes, the way the right corner of his mouth tipped up ever-so-slightly as you sat down… You pulled your lab notebook from your backpack, placing it on the table between the two of you. “I have all of my data from the experiment, but the numbers just aren’t adding up…”

Your visit to Choso’s office hours confirmed two of your suspicions: not only was he intelligent, but he was also much kinder than many might assume at first glance. (And he was incredibly beautiful—with particularly nice hands—but there had never been a doubt in your mind if either of those things were true.) He had this gentle way of explaining things, checking in to make sure you understood before he moved on to anything else. It made you feel like he had done this a hundred times, even though you were confident that he didn’t have particularly busy office hours. You had—somewhat ashamedly—only been able to nod along as he explained where the calculations in your data had gone wrong, nervous that if you spoke your voice may waver and reveal that you were harboring a not-so-secretive crush on him.

And when the errors in your calculations revealed that you would need to rerun the experiment again, not only did Choso offer to help you get set up, but to be your stand-in lab partner, too.

Choso moved around the room with ease, gathering the blood samples and necessary equipment as if he did this every day—which in a way, you supposed he did. He guided you gently, explaining in his soft voice where you had gone wrong, helping you to learn from your mistakes. He was currently looking through a compound microscope at a red blood cell sample, adjusting the magnification to be at the correct level.

“And if you look here…” He began as he lifted his eyes away from the lens, sliding the microscope toward you. “You’ll see the irregularities in the shape of the cell membrane…” You began to lower your eyes to the microscope, moving to place your hand on the side of the base—without bothering to look—when you were met with warm, soft skin, instead of the cold plastic of the instrument. You quickly (although reluctantly) removed your hand from Choso’s with a small gasp.

“Oh, um, I’m so sorry!” You let out a nervous laugh, looking up at Choso bashfully. You gestured to the microscope a little awkwardly. “After you,” you finished as calmly as you could muster, only to wince at yourself when you remembered that Choso didn’t actually need the microscope anymore—he had just been passing it to you.

Choso shook his head and smiled at you as an emotion you had never seen on his stoic face flashed through his eyes; something akin to amusement, or—if you dared—maybe joy. “No, I insist,” he said with the gentlest trace of a smile gracing his lips. Your eyes lingered on each other’s for a moment longer than necessary before you gave a quick nod and a “Thank you,” before you turned back to look through the microscope. Choso cleared his throat as you bent down to rest your eyes against the lens.

“Um, as I was saying…” Although he would never admit it, he had only realized when your palm faintly rested on the back of his hand how long it had been since he had touched anyone, since anyone had touched him. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been hugged, let alone hold someone’s hand or kissed them. He was thankful you had been looking through the microscope after that because he could feel the heat in his cheeks reach a blistering height. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts of you and your touch from his mind the best he could as you straightened up from the lens.

You wrapped up the experiment fairly quickly after that, but the awkward yet sweet moment lingered in both of your minds throughout the rest of the meeting. You helped Choso clean up the lab, returning all of the equipment to their proper homes as you thanked him profusely for helping you. He only nodded, a sincere smile on his face as he assured you it was no issue at all. And before you left he called out to you:

“Don’t be a stranger,” a soft, sheepish smile on his face handsome face.

And a stranger you were not. You started going to Choso’s office hours once a week, under the pretense that you wanted to make sure you were prepared for the professor’s weekly exams. Choso never pointed out that you didn’t actually need his help, and he would “tutor” you for a couple of minutes before the conversation inevitably shifted onto more personal topics.

You found out that Choso had a younger half-brother named Yuji. That he didn’t go out most weekends because he kept himself busy with his studies. That his favorite food was tonkatsu ramen with extra pork, and he liked watching horror movies, something he and Yuji did together a lot. That he used to be afraid of the dark when he was a kid, but he never let it show because then his younger brothers would be scared too. The weeks passed and you grew closer to Choso, exchanging little bits of information about yourself until a genuine friendship had blossomed. He eventually told you about his younger brothers, the twins, Eso and Kechizu. How they passed right after Choso started college, and how their deaths had shaped him—in a sad sort of way—into the man he was now.

You had expressed your sympathy, of course, but there was also a quiet respect you held for Choso after hearing his story. He had seemed so calm, unshakable on the outside. To think he had been dealing with so much pain in secret, and for so many years… You didn’t know whether to cry or commend him for his strength. He had opened up to you more than once that day, also revealing how much he had retreated from the outside world after his brothers’ deaths. And how now, he was embarrassed to admit that he didn’t have very many friends.

“Well, I would argue that one is as good a place to start as any,” you assured him with a bright smile, and Choso’s heart swelled. After that day you invited him to hang out with you for the first time. It was just a few days after Halloween, so why not watch a horror movie together? Choso accepted with a boyish grin that spread slowly across his face, the widest smile you had ever seen grace his lips.

The first time you kissed Choso, you were both a little drunk. You had taken him to one of your friend’s parties, an early celebration to welcome in the approaching holiday season. You and Choso had retreated to the kitchen to take a shot together; your suggestion, as you were secretly looking for the liquid courage to finally make a move. But, ironically enough, Choso had the same thought in mind that night. So when you locked eyes underneath the mistletoe strung from your friend’s ceiling, there wasn’t a moment’s hesitation on either end as your lips met. The kiss tasted faintly of pine—that earthy flavor of gin—and tart cranberries, and your mouths were warm and soft against one another’s. The kiss wasn’t hungry, despite the alcohol—maybe a little sloppier than you normally would have kissed—but it didn’t lack any tenderness. The crushes you harbored for each other had flourished over the last few weeks, and the dreamlike satisfaction of tasting each other’s lips for the first time wasn’t something you wanted to rush.

Your first kiss quickly led to your first official date; a dinner celebration in honor of the completion of the semester for both of you. The first snow was just starting to fall as Choso ushered you onto the crowded subway car with him, exploring the city after your meal. Your cheeks were tinged pink from the cold as you huddled close together, chest-to-chest, giddy off of the feeling of your new relationship. Choso’s large palm found your smaller hands, holding your cold fingers to keep them warm as you strolled through the streets searching for hot chocolate. The snow collected on your lashes as it fell, and Choso stopped you more than a few times to brush gently his fingers across your cheek and tell you how pretty you looked. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this way—if he had ever felt this way—about anyone.

“Like an angel,” he said softly, admiring the before he stole a sweet kiss from your smiling lips. The snow fell around you, softly illuminated by the streetlights as he pressed you to the side of a building lining the empty alleyway. You giggled between soft kisses and gentle touches over your winter coats, suddenly unaware of the chill of the air around you. The touches grew needier as your fingers laced into the soft strands of Choso’s hair, his strong body pressing you further against the wall as his hands slid ever so slightly underneath your coat. You broke the kiss to catch your breath, leaning back against the brick as you traced the deep scar that ran over the bridge of his nose—when you asked him he said he had gotten it when he was younger, too long ago to remember. You smiled up at him somewhat mischievously.

“You know what? I just remembered that I have hot chocolate at home…”

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genderkoolaid · 2 years

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"In my interviews with women coworkers, they expressed both curiosity and concern about their colleague's decision about genital surgery. One woman noted, "I've asked him about, as I like to put it, 'What is going on downstairs [with his genitalia]?'" Almost all of the women also brought up their questions about chest surgery. "I can just imagine it and think, why would I want to cut my breasts off? It just strikes me as mutilation." Another woman said, "I was kind of horrified, at first, about the chest surgery.... I think it was a similar feeling that I would have to a friend getting breast implants. You just don't want them cutting themselves up." Women also expressed hesitation about accepting transmen as men. One woman noted, [His gender] feels like a middle-of-the-road thing for me. I mean I have a lot of gay male friends, so I feel like in some way there is a similar characteristic.... At the same time, it feels like friendships I've had with women. So, it just doesn't feel the same as just a typical straight guy that I am friends with." Another woman said, "It is not like I see him as a girl. It is more just that knowing about this transition, it is a kind of an aura I pick up on." Their hesitation related to how to locate transmen in a male/female system. Heterosexual men presented themselves as placing less emphasis on the reality of transmen's gender—though one man noted that he felt self-conscious at times when interacting with his colleague. "[I worry] if there is anything that I should or shouldn't say. But it is just kind of a small background thing for me." Men also had questions about surgeries, particularly genital surgery. However, while women's concerns were baldly inquisitive, men framed their concerns as relating to an interest in "science" or "biology"—highlighting the social strictures on a heterosexual man expressing interest in the body of another man. One man said, "I think the whole [transition] process is interesting; Just the whole biology of how it happens." Another man added, "I had some specific questions.... It was more like from a scientific approach. Transgender surgeries just fascinate me from a scientific approach." As heterosexual women have a right based on sexual desire to be interested in men's bodies, they expressed less hesitation about direct questions. Heterosexual men, in contrast, adopt a "forgetting" strategy in which they do not publicly address the transition after the initial announcement unless it is in joking interactions. Describing this strategy, one coworker gave his impression of how other men in his workplace approached his colleague's transition: "They would rather forget. The problem is they've got only two categories. They've got 'normal' and they've got 'freak.' In order to avoid having to deal with a freak, they put him in normal." As heterosexual men typically hold the most workplace power, treating transmen like "normal" on an organizational and interactional level creates the increases in authority and respect that some open transmen report. Further highlighting this point, transmen who report being neutralized, policed, and tokenized were the most likely to work under heterosexual women and gay men. I am not suggesting that heterosexual men have fewer qualms about transmen's gender identity. Rather, I posit that when an open transition is given workplace support, heterosexual men feel more social pressures to "forget"'about the transition—as questioning another man about his body makes them potentially suspect in a way that heterosexual women; lesbian women, and gay men are not."

— Just One Of The Guys? Transgender Men and the Persistence of Gender Inequality by Kristen Schilt (2010), pages 126-127

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underthenightskydreamsneverdie · 1 year

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Sharing is Caring, Chapter 2

Summary: The trio have a threesome....do I need to say more?

Word count: 6.8k

Warnings: Obviously contains sex, 18+

Parings: I feel like this is covered in the summary... Sebastian x MC x Ominis

A/N: I cannot believe this is finally finished, it feels like it took forever. Want to tag a couple of absolute babes who really helped me with this: @accioquill, @freesiriusblack, @cranetreegang, @roohuh, @nightlydream, @sebastian-and-ominis-share-me

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You had no idea how Sebastian had done it, but a week later Ominis sat across from you at breakfast. You felt Sebastians leg shaking under the table, sharing your nervousness, the silence between the three of you awkward for the first time in your friendship.

“So, are you boys ready for the charms test tomorrow?” You would say anything to break the silence at this point. “Maybe we could study in the library later?”

“I could go for a review of the materials.” Sebastian chimed in. You both stared at Ominis anxiously, hoping he would say something, anything.

“Yeah, okay.” He got up and left without another word.

You looked at Sebastian, feeling defeated, tears welling up in your eyes. He wraps an arm around you pulling you into him, his other hand coming up to wipe away the tears. He gently positions your head on his shoulder and kisses your forehead.

“He’s hurting, love, it's going to take time for him to be himself around us again.”

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As the weeks passed Ominis finally started to feel comfortable around his best friends again. Things were almost back to normal. Almost. He still longed for MC in a way he knew he shouldn’t, but he pressed the feelings down inside him, determined not to let them come between the trio.

He still couldn't be alone with her though. He tried his best to be sociable but whenever Sebastian wasn’t there to carry the conversation, he found it easier to distance himself. The few times they had accidently touched left his head spinning, an incredible ache in his pants and every even slightly sexual thing she had ever said in front of him playing in his head.

He hadn’t touched himself in weeks, not since the day Sebastian had come to him, confessing he knew why Ominis had been acting so cold towards him and MC. An immense shame washed over him as he listened to his best friend in the world tell him it was okay, he wasn't mad, just curious when it began and wishing there was something he could do for him, any way to make it easier for Ominis to be around them.

History of Magic was an absolute nightmare these days, forcing himself to take up the smallest portion of the desk they shared as he could, thinking it best to limit the chances of anything happening. He knew he was hurting her, Sebastian coming to him more than once telling him she had cried at his cold shoulder treatment. Worse than knowing he had made her cry was knowing that Sebastian wasn’t truly angry with him for it. He understood, asking only that Ominis do his best.

The last time Sebastian had come to him, nothing but love and worry for them both in his voice, Ominis swore he would try harder, do better. When Sebastian asked if he wanted to join them in Hogsmeade in a few weeks he quickly accepted, eagerly asking if they could go to Honeydukes. In his next History of Magic class he sat normally, taking up his full half of the desk. He even talked to her.

“MC, I’m sorry I yelled at you a few weeks ago. I was angry with myself and took it out on you. It was wrong of me. I apologize.”

The smile he heard in her voice as she forgave him made him feel as though he had accidently fallen asleep in the sun by the lake, the warmth spreading over his entire body, piercing his heart. So overcome by her graciousness, he sought out her hand and gave it a little squeeze, a smile spreading on his own face.

Still smiling as he left the classroom, he was greeted by a familiar voice.

“What has you so happy, Ominis? Did Leander fall out of his seat again?”

“Forgiveness is a powerful thing, my friend.” Ominis assumed he understood as a hand clasped his shoulder, a soft “Thank you, Ominis” reaching his ears.

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Today is the day, it’s going to happen today.

Sebastian woke, a nervous excitement filling him, barely able to keep a giddy giggle from leaving his mouth. Finally, after months of hard work and patience, the trios friendship was back to normal, or normal enough for him to risk putting his crazy plan into motion.

The more he had thought about Ominis’ confession of wishing he could be with MC intimately, the more Sebastian had come around to the idea of sharing the love he felt for her with him. His mind had often wandered back to fourth year, when one night in the Undercroft he asked Ominis if he had ever kissed anyone.

“You know I haven't, Sebastian.” The pressure of a first kiss was one that Ominis had struggled to overcome, even though there were a few girls he might consider kissing.

“What if we kissed? That way we could at least say we’ve kissed someone.” Sebastian had meant it as a joke but deep down he wasn’t sure it was one. There was on one else he trusted like Ominis, on one else he was close enough to.

“Sebastian, you really think I want to ki-”

Sebastian crushed his lips against his bestfriends mid sentence, before either of them had time to think about it. He pulled away just as quick. “There, now it’s over with, no pressure to have a perfect first kiss.”

“You do realize every time you kiss someone new it counts as a first kiss, don’t you?”

“Then I guess you’re stuck being my one and only Ominis.”

Both boys had doubled over laughing at the idea.

Sebastian let out a little chuckle thinking about it now, almost three years later, and got out of bed, no longer nervous. Either this day would go the way he hoped or it wouldn’t, but at the end of it he would still love Ominis and MC, nothing would change that.

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Waiting at the gate of the castle, you fiddle with the fringe of your scarf, nervous about the day ahead. You hoped Ominis would be in a good mood today, having only recently started speaking to you again, desperate for a few hours of fun together, missing the usual witty banter that flowed so easily between you two.

Hearing Sebasitans loud laugh, you look up, dropping your scarf back into place. Turning around you saw them. Your boys. Sebastian looked insanely cute as always, his large smile making your cheeks flush. Ominis looked handsome, he always did, but today it was different somehow. The flush in your cheeks turned into a full blown blush as he greeted you.

“Good morning, MC. Are you excited for our outing?” His voice held sincere joy, a small smile even breaking out on his face.

“Of course! I’m guessing our first stop will be Honeydukes?” You respond, taking his arm.

“Hey, don’t I get a hello, MC?” Sebastian grabs your waist, tickling you and placing a quick kiss on your cheek, taking your empty hand and lacing your fingers together.

“Good morning, Sebby.” You return his kiss, standing on your toes to reach his cheek. “Should we get going?”

You slowly make your way to Hogsmeade, enjoying being between them, chatting about classes and students, Ominis sharing the gossip he’s heard. By the time you make it to Hogsmeade Square, the sugary smell from Honeydukes already reaching you, it feels like the rift between you never existed.

An hour later, your arms overflowing with treats, you stumble into The three Broomsticks, Sebastian guiding you to an empty booth in the corner.

“Butterbeers all around, coming right up.”

As he walks off you scoot closer to Ominis, taking his hand. “I’ve missed this, Ominis. I’m glad we’re friends again.”

“MC, we’ve always been friends, I just haven't been a very good one lately. I am truly sorry for that, I hope you know how much I mean that.”

“Of course I do, Omi, and it’s understandable given how you feel about me.”

You knew you’d said too much, but there was no taking it back now. Ominis’ brows shot up, opening his mouth to respond, a deep blush spreading across his face.

“MC, I...”

At the same moment, Sebastian returned, placing three Butterbeer mugs in front of you along with three shots of Firewhiskey. Ominis closes his mouth, pulling his hand from yours. You frown at the action, looking over at Sebastian as he slides in next to you.

“How did you get the Firewhiskey?”

“You of all people should know how good I am at sweet talking, love.”

His hand lands on your thigh, giving it a quick squeeze as he smirks at you. You pick up the small glass of Firewhiskey, downing it before you have time to think twice. It burns its way down your throat in a pleasant way, much more pleasant than the embarrassment and annoyance coming off of Ominis. Sensing something was up between you two, Sebastian gave you a look before speaking.

“Everything alright?”

Before you could even open your mouth, Ominis responds, spitting his words at Sebastian.

“I can’t believe you told her how I feel, Sebastian! I told you that in confidence.”

“Ominis, I’m sorry, but we would never have resolved it if I hadn’t. She took it a lot better than you think, anyways.”

“Wait, what? You don’t hate me now, MC?”

“No, Ominis I don't hate you. I don’t even feel awkward about it. In fact....fuck, this is hard to say...Maybe, if you’re down for it, there’s something we could...do about it...the three of us, I mean.”

Ominis’ jaw dropped open. You reach for your Butterbeer, your face turning red, and chug the whole thing before speaking again.

“Sebastian, would you get me another one, love?” You look over at him, his eyes wide. “Sebastian!” He shook his head, breaking out of his stupor. He gets up without a word and walks to the bar. Turning to Ominis, you quietly ask if he’s okay.

“I’m...what exactly do you mean, MC? Please, I need you to be clear with me.”

“I mean what you think I mean, Ominis. Finish your drink, and maybe another, we’ll head back to the castle, and see what happens. That’s the best answer I can give you.”

“Sebastian, he knew about this before now, surely? Was this his idea?”

“It was a mutual idea, we came up with it together. Now, please Ominis, let's not talk about this anymore right now. I just want to enjoy your company, a girl and her best boys out for some fun on a lovely day.”

He flashes you a smile, taking your hand as Sebastian returns to the table, another round of Butterbeers in his hands. “Okay, Little Dove.” Your eyes widen at the pet name, having never heard him call you that before.

The three of you spend the next hour drinking and pretending your minds weren't on what you had confessed. As you finish your third round, a nice buzz having set in, you sigh, letting your head fall onto Sebastians shoulder.

“I’m ready to go, boys.” Sebastian rips you out of the booth, his eagerness for what might happen showing. You gather your goodies, taking Ominis by the hand. As you silently make your way through the crowded Hogsmeade streets, your mind wanders and you study the boys. You can feel the excitement and hesitation coming from both of them, settling around you like a dense fog.

“Are things awkward now?” The words come out louder than you meant, startling them.

“No.”

“Of course not.”

Their tone betrays them, and you chuckle as you respond. “Liars.” You pull them to the side of the path. “Talk to me, loves, what’s wrong?”

Ominis turns his head away from your voice, a frown on his face. You bring your hand up and gently turn his head back to you, lowering your voice.

“What is it, Ominis?”

“Are...are you sure you want to do this, MC? What if -”

You interrupt him as you bring your lips down on his, your hand tightening around his jaw, holding him in place.

“What is it with the two of you and kissing me before I can finish my sentence?” His voice is slightly raised but there’s a smile on his face. He lowers his voice, a touch of caution in his tone, trying not to get his hopes up. “I’m still not sure about this, but I’m willing to go along for now.”

Sebastian steps closer, gently bringing his lips down on yours, hugging you to him, whispering in your ear. “Don’t forget you have the power to stop this at any time, MC. It's all up to you and I’ll support you no matter what, love.”

You break away from him, a loving smile on your face. Reaching for Ominis’ hand once more you pull them both in the direction of the castle.

“Come on boys, let's see what kind of trouble we can get ourselves into.”

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Sebastian leads you through the passage to the Undercroft, his hands on your waist, kissing you passionately. He knew the effect drinking had on you, taking full advantage of your needy state to spur on Ominis’ desires, hoping it would entice him to stay. Your hand never left Ominis’, ensuring he couldn't get away, until you heard the gate close behind him. Dropping his hand, you bring your arms up to wrap around Sebastains neck, moaning against his lips. His hands grip your thighs, picking you up, your legs wrapping around him instinctively.

“Fuck, I want you, Princess. I love when you get needy like this.”

He walks you over to the sofa a few feet away, setting you down gently, pulling at your shirt. “Take this off.” He rips his own shirt off, tossing it to the floor with yours, hands eagerly tracing over your exposed skin. “Take your skirt off too, I want to see more of you.” You shuffle around on the sofa, trying to get your skirt off, letting out a frustrated sigh. Sebastian pulls you to your feet, nimble fingers slipping under the waistband, pushing the skirt down until it falls to the floor. You kick off your shoes, dropping them next to Sebastians, quickly pushing the pile of clothing to the side with your foot. Sebastian spins you around, pressing your ass against him, a low groan escaping him at the contact. His cock bulges in his pants and he rocks his hips, seeking out friction.

“Baby, you’ve got me so hard. If I don’t get out of these pants soon, they're going to rip.”

Rolling your eyes at his dramatics, you hear a chuckle come from Ominis. You turn your head to look at him. He’s leaning against the closest stone column, only three feet away, his wand in his hand, its tip glowing red.

Sebastian sees you looking, and pressing his head to your shoulder, speaks in a voice just loud enough for Ominis to hear.

“He’ll join when he’s ready. In the meantime, will you suck my cock, Princess? You look so fucking beautiful when you do.”

He takes a step back, quickly undoing his pants, pushing them to his ankles, his thick cock springing free. You’ve seen it close to a hundred times before, but you still got excited, dropping to your knees, ignoring the chill of the stone floor in your anticipation. He pulls the pants off, tossing them with your growing pile of clothes, coming to stand in front of you, hands tangling in your hair. You lean forward, giving his pink head a little kiss, something he always told you only made him harder, before opening your mouth all the way. He lets out a low groan as you take him into your mouth. You bob your head, sucking him for a few minutes, moaning around him, knowing he loves the feel of the vibrations., when you hear footsteps behind you. You think it’s Ominis finally coming closer, but instead he’s pacing, an uncomfortable look on his face.

“Ominis, what’s wrong?” Sebastians voice is soft with concern.

“I shouldn't be here for this. I-I'm sorry I just can't.”

“Ominis, wait, please.”

“No, Sebastian, I can’t - you know how I feel - I shouldn't have even come down here with you two. We’ve all been drinking, we’re not thinking straight.”

You pull your head back, Sebastians cock coming out of your mouth with a wet pop. “I’m thinking straight” you say, feeling a lot more clear headed than you did moments ago.

His head turns towards your voice as you stand and walk to him. “Please, MC, don't tease me about this, you’re absolutely sure you want this?” he whispers softly, sensing you in front of him, head dropping. “I couldn’t take it if you changed your mind.”

“I would never, Ominis. I think we all want this.” You stand on your toes to press your lips gently to his.

“We do.” Sebastians breathy voice sounds from behind you as he presses his body into yours. His hand reaches for Ominis’ arm, traveling to his neck. Gently leaning over you, he presses his own lips to his best friends with a softness you didn't expect. Ominis lets out a small muffled gasp. His face reddening, he pulls back, a shocked look on his face.

“I’m sorry, Ominis, I shouldn’t have -” He’s cut off as Ominis leans in, bringing his lips back to Sebastians hungrily. A small chuckle escapes him as they slowly break apart after a few long moments, a soft smile on his face.

“That was much better than the last time we kissed down here.” He lets out a small sigh “This day is taking quite a few interesting turns, isn’t it? Well then, if my ears haven't deceived me, I’m wearing far too many items of clothing compared to the two of you.” His voice drops, his lust rising to the surface. “Help me fix it?”

You quickly reach for the top button of his shirt, Sebastians arms squeezing your sides as he reaches around you for the lower buttons. As Ominis’ shirt falls open you lose all focus, pushing the shirt off his shoulders, drinking him in.

“You're staring, love” Sebastian chuckles in your ear, happy to tease you for Ominis’ pleasure.

“I don't mind.'' Ominis says softly, hands coming up to search for your bodies, one landing on your hip, the other on Sebastians chest. He seems content to stand this way forever, but you want more. You need more. Standing on your toes you place kisses on his shoulders, working your way down, you pepper his soft skin with increasingly needy kisses, stopping only when Sebastian presses himself even closer against you. You can feel his need, his hard cock poking your back.

He reaches for the clasp of Ominis’ belt as he brings his lips down on the blondes once again, moaning with need. You shoo Sebastians hands away and undo Ominis’ pants yourself, pulling them down to release his cock. You let out a loud gasp as you lay eyes on him. Above you the boys break apart, Ominis’ eyes going wide.

“What?! Is it okay?!”

You press your butt against Sebastian, hoping he’ll get the hint to back up, you need to see this new toy at eye level. Sebastian laughs as he backs up, giving you plenty of room. You drop to your knees enthralled by Ominis, even tilting your head to check out his balls.

“Will someone please tell me what is happening?!”

“Everything's fine Ominis, MCs just too busy falling in love with your cock to speak at the moment.”

“Oh, really? Is that so, MC?”

You answer his question by taking him into your hand, squeezing his length softly before tilting your head and running your tongue along the underside of his shaft. The moan that comes from him is everything you hoped it would be, slightly high pitched, a little whiny, and not at all like the proper, buttoned-up boy you had come to know.

You feel a tug in your chest and look back at Sebastian, your hand reaching for his. You loved him so much, could never do this without him, and no matter how the day ended you knew this would only bring you closer, make you stronger. He takes your hand, squeezing it to tell you he understands and feels the same. You share a soft smile before turning back to Ominis.

Your arms snake around his thighs, giving his ass a quick squeeze purely because you can, you lick your lips and greedily wrap them around his cock. While you bob your head on him, his hands find their way into your hair, running through the strands softly as he moans. Within minutes his hands slide down to grip your jaw, holding your head still as he thrust himself in and out of your mouth at a rapidly increasing pace. You open your mouth wider and stick out your tongue, trying not to gag when he hits the back of your throat, his moaning getting louder.

“Fuck, Little Dove, your mouth feels incredible.” His warm cum fills your mouth, slipping down your throat as he slows his thrust, letting go of your jaw. You pull your head back, taking large gasps, desperate to fill your lungs again, the sound of it clearing Ominis’ lust fogged head.

“Oh, god, MC, I’m terribly sorry, are you alright? I don’t know what came over me.”

“I’m alright, Ominis, don't worry. You lost yourself in the moment, it happens.” Standing up you kiss his lips gently, but he pulls away, still unsure.

“I’ve wanted that for so long but that wasn’t at all how I imagined our first time going. MC, I’m truly sorry.”

“Ominis, I think we’re all going to have a moment like that today, losing ourselves in an action we’ve wanted to happen for a while.” Leaning forward, you say softly in his ear, “Mine will be when I finally have your cock inside me. I’ve been thinking about it for months.”

“Oh, yeah?” he replies playfully, a deep blush spreading over his face, before kissing you deeply.

Sebastian stands a few feet away, watching you, thinking about the moment he hoped to lose control of himself in. He didn’t dare speak it aloud, knowing it wouldn’t happen today, if at all, but he still clung to hope that one day Ominis might let him have his body too.

Not one to be left out of any sexual activity, he steps forward, coming around behind Ominis, wrapping his arms around him, warm hands running up and down the other boys chest. Ominis moans at the sudden contact, leaning back against him. You watch them intently, enjoying the sight of their boundaries being shattered, their friendship turning into something more.

“She’s amazing, isn’t she, Ominis? You want to go another round, maybe return the favor for her?” As he speaks the words, Sebastian slides his hand down Ominis’ body, gently brushing it over the other boys now slightly soft cock before reaching for you. His hand traces over you, expertly navigating your body, before slipping a finger into your wet folds. You moan softly as he pushes a second finger into you, pumping his hand slightly before pulling them out and bringing them to Ominis’ lips, gently pushing them into his mouth, whispering “taste her” into his ear.

“There’s more where that came from, Ominis, she’s sopping wet for you.”

You watch as Ominis’ eyes close slowly, reveling at the taste of you, a soft moan coming from his lips as Sebastian pulls his fingers out of his mouth.

“Right, I think it’s time we got more comfortable.” You watch Sebastian search his discarded clothes for his wand, pulling it out and saying the spells to transform the room into the haven you two had built together for moments like this.

You take Ominis by the hand, leading him to the large bed now in the middle of the room. You sit on the edge then fall back onto the cool silk sheets, hair flying out behind you, arms raised up next to your head. Sebastian lies next to you, gently resting his head on your arm.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful, baby.” He runs his hand over your abdomen and chest, unable to resist squeezing your breasts. “Ominis, get in here and touch her before I lose control and need to have her all to myself.” His last few words come out as a growl. He's desperate to have you, only holding out to let Ominis go first.

Your eyes flick down to where Ominis stands at the end of the bed. You bend your legs, resting them on the bed in front of him. He leans forward, hands finding your knees. His hands run down your thighs, his touch featherlight, before slipping under your ass and pulling you closer to him. He takes a minute to enjoy the feel of your soft skin on his before getting to his knees, his nose less than an inch from your folds. Next to you, Sebastian lifts his head to watch your reaction to Ominis’ first move, but the move doesn’t come.

“Ominis?”

“I’m sorry, my dear, I’m a little nervous, truth be told.”

As he speaks his breath hits your aching folds and you moan, your back arching, your hands seeking out Sebastians hair. You grab a handful, pulling his head closer. “I need him, Sebastian. Help him.” you say in a desperate whimper.

Sebastian lets out a laugh at how needy you are, gently prying your hand out of his hair. “Don’t be nervous Omi, the worst that MC can do is suffocate you between her thighs, but even that's quite enjoyable.” You roll your eyes and smile at him as he laughs. “Bring your face closer to her, just start by kind of kissing it, then add a little tongue to the mix. You’ll know what she likes by the delicious sounds she makes.”

Ominis follows his advice, pressing his lips against you, the feeling enough to make you see spots. You lay your head back on the sheets with a sigh, quickly followed by a loud moan as Ominis’ tongue runs over your clit.

“Oh, she liked that” comes his muffled voice, before he eagerly does it again.

“Fuuuucck, Ominis.” Your hand slips between your legs, settling in his soft blonde hair, tugging at the strands and gently pressing his head closer. He lets out a soft moan at the sensation. Beside you Sebastian shifts around on the bed. You turn your head to face him, a questioning look on your face. He bends and kisses your forehead “I’m okay love, but I’ve got to see him eat your pretty pussy.” He moves to the edge of the bed, leaning against your leg, his head bent to see Ominis’ ministrations. As Ominis’ tongue laps at your soaking folds, you hear Sebastian whispering to him, all thoughts of what he could possibly be saying at a time like this disappearing a moment later as Ominis slips a long, slender finger inside you. You let out a surprised gasp, followed by another low moan as he adds another finger and immediately curls them. You can’t help but moan his name as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, his tongue swirling around your clit.

With the few brain cells you can pull away from the fog of your coming orgasm, you wonder if this really was a good idea, Sebastian and Ominis pleasuring you together might just kill you. As your legs begin to shake, you decide it would be the best possible way to go. You grip Ominis head, pulling him closer with need, your hips bucking, you let out a string of incoherent moans and curses, begging him not to stop. You hear Sebastian moaning loudly too and look down to find Ominis’ free hand wrapped around his cock, absentmindedly stroking it. The sight is enough to send you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you hard. You tremble under Sebastians heavy arm, not knowing exactly when he rested it on you, your back arching, Ominis’ name tumbling from your mouth in a pleasure filled scream, joined by the low groans of Sebastians release.

As your orgasm subsides, you reach out to stroke Sebastians hair, his head suddenly appearing within reach, still softly moaning. As you lay in your post orgasm high, Ominis pulls his fingers from you, eliciting a soft whimper from you. You watch through heavy eyelids as he stands, making it no more than two steps before Sebastian is up, arms wrapping around Ominis, bringing his lips down upon the other boys. You watch them kiss, Sebastian moaning into it, Ominis opening his mouth, letting Sebastians tongue in for a minute before they break apart.

“Sebastian, as surprised as I am by how much I'm enjoying kissing you, you’re not the one I want to be kissing right now. I need her, Sebastian. Please say you’ll let me have her.” His voice is heavy and needy, almost begging for permission. Sebastian presses another small kiss to his lips, a soft smile on his face.

“It’s her you really need permission from, not me, but I appreciate you asking me, Ominis.” He untangles his arms from Ominis’ waist. Ominis comes to lay down beside you, taking you into his arms, kissing your face, he presses his forehead to yours.

“Well, Little Dove, what do you say? Do you want to continue?” His voice was sweet, genuinely concerned for your desires.

You shift around in his arms, climbing on top of him, your dripping slit perfectly situated above his cock. You chuckle softly at the groan that escapes him as you grind your hips against him.

“You’re not leaving this room until you’ve been inside me, Ominis.”

That was all he needed to hear. Pulling you down to him, he runs both hands over your body, memorizing you, before lining himself up with your entrance. He kisses you softly as he slowly pushes into you, his low groan mixing with your breathy sigh.

“Fuck, Ominis...” The rest of your words melt into moans as he begins to thrust his hips slowly.

“Does he feel good inside you, baby?”

You let out a small gasp, having almost forgotten Sebastian was here. You nod your head, your eyes struggling to stay open as you look at him, unable to control your moans, a slight blush overtaking your face at how much you're enjoying being fucked in front of him, by his best friend. He laughs at your reaction.

“Don’t be shy now, love, I’m enjoying it too. Tell me how he feels, find the words for me, Princess, I need to hear them.”

“I wouldn’t mind hearing them too.” Ominis’ words are muffled as he kisses your neck, gently running his tongue over your skin.

All you can get out between your moans is “more”, Ominis’ deliciously slow pace emptying your mind. You know that isn't enough, but Sebastian will understand what you want, you look him in the eyes and repeat the word, letting out a sigh of relief when a look of understanding flashes across his face. He chuckles, leaning down to Ominis, whispering in his ear. He gives you a wink as he sits up again, scooting closer to the edge of the bed behind him. Ominis wraps his arms around you tightly, suddenly rolling over, pinning you to the bed underneath him. You let out a loud moan as his cock slips further inside you, Sebastian reaching out to put your leg over Ominis’ shoulder, the way he knows you like it. Ominis increases his pace, little moans slipping from his lips.

“Little Dove, you never did tell us how my cock feels.”

He punctuates the last few words with harder thrust earning him a few pleasurable whimpers as he hits that perfect spot inside you.

“Exquisite, Ominis, it feels fucking exquisite. Keep going just like that, Merlin, that feels so good.” You weren’t sure exactly how much of that had come out coherently, you were moaning so much, the new sensation of his cock in you quickly propelling you towards another orgasm.

“Exquisite perfectly describes you as well, Little Dove. Gods I never want this to end, but you feel so good I won’t be able to hold out much longer I’m afraid, darling.” His words came out breathy around his own moans, slightly muffled as he bent his head to press little kisses to your leg on his shoulder. He kept on with his steady pace and hard thrust, quickly losing control. As his pace stutters, you wrap your leg around him.

“I want you to cum inside me, Ominis. Will you do that?”

The question alone is enough to take him over the edge, a wish he’s had for almost a year now coming true, a high whine slipping from his lips as he thrust, his load spilling inside you.

“Fuck, Little Dove, that was incredible. Did you finish, darling? No, well let me fix that.”

You reach up, cupping his face in your hands, and pull him all the way down to you. Both legs now wrapped around him, you kiss him deeply as he resumes his soft thrust. As your orgasm hits, you moan his name into his mouth, arching your back as much as possible with his weight on you. When the last waves of your orgasm subside, he rests his head on your chest, breathing heavily before pressing soft kisses to your chest and stomach. He slips himself from you, both of you sighing longingly, wishing he hadn’t, and collapses face down on the bed next to you, an arm thrown over your waist.

You lay between your boys as your breath calms. You know Sebastian is beyond ready for his turn, his hard cock pulsing against your thigh as he kisses your neck, groaning in your ear.

“Baby, I can't wait any longer, I’ve got to have you right now.”

You nod against his roaming lips. “How do you want me, lover?”

“I think you know, MC.” He gives you a wink, a huge grin on his face as he shoots out of the bed, coming to stand behind you. You roll over, sticking your ass in the air just the way he likes, and wait for the spank you know is coming. Confusion rocks through you as the sound of his hand hitting flesh reverberates around the room, but you don’t feel anything. You look over as a startled “What the hell, Sebastian” comes from the blonde next to you.

“Yeah, what the hell, Sebastian, that was my spank.” You stick your lip out in a pout as he laughs.

“Sorry, Princess, you’ll get yours next. I didn’t want Ominis to fall asleep before the show was over. I think he’s going to enjoy this next part.” He hands Ominis his wand, wanting him to get as full of an experience as he can. “Come get in front of her, Ominis. Yeah, just like that. MC move forward a little, I want your face right above his cock.”

You crawl towards Ominis, settling between his legs, your breath blowing across his cock, making him smile. You let out a low groan as Sebastian brings his hand down hard on your ass, a smile spreading across your face as he calls you a good girl. Sebastian gets into place behind you, lining himself up and pushing into you without another word, a loud moan coming from both of you. You adored the way Ominis’ slightly lengthier cock felt inside you, but there was something about the way Sebastian stretched you that felt like utter bliss. You were only slightly embarrassed to be moaning his name before he even started moving. He brings his hand down on your ass one more time as he begins thrusting hard and quick, his thighs slapping against you, his grip on your thighs hard enough to bruise. You bend your head as he continues, moaning softly, now realizing why Sebastian wanted Ominis in front of you. He must have the perfect view of the two of you. With your head buried in Ominis’ hip, you both knew it would only be a matter of time before your hand came up to stroke his cock. You curse under your breath, sometimes hating how well Sebastian knew you. Sebastian lets out a low groan as you take Ominis into your hand, unable to resist the temptation.

“That’s my girl, my little slut.” He chuckles but his tone holds nothing but love and devotion for you. “Stroke his cock, MC. Is it everything you imagined it would be?”

Though he was pounding into you hard, making it difficult to think about anything else, you knew from experience he expected an answer. “It’s better. Bigger than I thought it would be, I like the curve it has...Fuck, Sebastian, that feels so gooood.”

“Your pussy feels amazing, Princess, so slick from Ominis’ cum. Come here, I want you closer.”

You let go of Ominis’ cock, his quiet moaning stopping with a sigh, pushing yourself up as Sebastians arm wraps around your torso, pulling you to him. His other hand leaves your hip, tangling in your hair, pulling your head back onto his shoulder. He leans down, sucking at your neck as he speaks to you, his thrusting slowing only a little.

“Are you glad we did this, love? Me too. Should we do it again? I agree.” He raises his head, smirking at the large red mark already blooming on your neck.

“And you, Ominis?” You both look at him, stroking his cock to the sounds of your fucking, clearly enjoying himself, a large grin on his face.

“If you’ll have me, I would love nothing more, my dears.” Still holding his wand aloft, he waits patiently as Sebastian untangles his limbs from you, pausing his thrusting, much to your disappointment.

“Come here and kiss us, Ominis.” At his words you stretch out your arm to pull him to you. When he is steady in front of you, Sebastian leans forward to kiss him, whispering “Of course we want you” against his lips.

“We’re really doing this, aren’t we. There’ll be no going back now, I suppose, not that I want to go back.” Ominis’ voice shakes a little as he speaks and you bring your hand up to cup his cheek.

“We’re really doing this, Ominis.” You lean in to kiss him, the kiss somehow making it feel official.

“Right, now that we’ve settled that, do you mind if I finally cum in you, MC? I thought we should talk things over before the post-orgasm haze overtakes us, but I can’t hold it in much longer.” He kisses your cheek as he begins his hard thrusting again, not waiting for an answer, his arms wrapping around you.

You pull Ominis back to you for more kisses as Sebastian pounds into you, your moans getting lost in his mouth. As Sebastians pace begins to falter, his head on your shoulder, you break away from Ominis.

“Cum for me, Sebastian, cum inside your princess.”

He lets out a deep groan at your words, letting go as his orgasm rocks through him, your name coming from him in a high-pitched whine, the highest you’ve ever heard from him.

“Fuck, Sebastian, I’ve never heard you hit that note before.”

“I wanted Ominis to have you all to himself the first time, but the waiting nearly killed me, watching you with him only making it worse. I’m going to be more involved from the get go from now on, Ominis.”

He was breathing heavily on your shoulder, still squeezing you to him, planting small kisses on your skin. “You’re so sexy, Princess. I love you. I know you didn’t finish, but I’ve got to lie down. Give me five minutes and I’ll have you coming on my tongue. Did I mention I love you?” He pulls out of you and falls onto the bed next to you. You gently push Ominis down the opposite way of Sebastian, before crawling in between them, the three of you snuggling close together.

“So, you call her Princess?”

You let out a laugh as Sebastians face grew red, thinking it an odd thing to be embarrassed about after everything that just happened.

“Yes, Ominis, I do. Because that’s what she is. My goddamn princess.”

“Well, your goddamn princess is ready to cum again, so let's go, Sebastian.”

“Something else to know about MC, Ominis, she’s insatiable just like me. You’re in for a wild ride with us.”

“I’m starting to realize that, Sebastian, and I’m more than ready for it.”

#sebastian x mc x ominis #ominis x mc x sebastian #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow smut #sebastian sallow fanfic #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis smut #ominis x mc #ominis x reader #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #sharing is caring

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Could Gale ever be Poly?

Situationally. Yes

Am I the person who wrote an entire post about Gale being a jealous (rightfully so) man? Yes.

But hear me out, in the aftermath of BG3, as long as we took everyone's "good" route. I could see him eventually agreeing to a 3rd. Not just any but very specifically Astarion. And while this is partially bloodweave brainrot I assure you I have considered it.

It wouldn't be easy for either of them, and realistically Tav. But Gale would start out as the main, Astarion and Tav are just BFFs. Astarion learning that love can be without strings.

They invite him to Waterdeep, away from the city and it's memories but also towards a potential Vampirism Cure/Day walking spell that doesn't involve becoming Cazador. Because Gale would be the most qualified to find that cure. And I bet his tower is easily traversed in the daylight hours without risk to Astarion.

It could just stop there, the three of them happy.

But we're discussing a triad.

I think the first crossroads towards romance would actually be Gale/Astarion. Astarion would still be himself and while his innuendo and flirting is generally accepted as just Who He Is and no one pays it mind. Maybe Gale off handedly agrees to whatever entendre that is proposed, as a challenge or just truly "yes I would agree to doing this dirty thing you've joked about." Astarion would be

at first. Mostly from shock but then he'd dwell on it. Tav and Gale aren't shy with touch, with each other or him. He's regularly hugged and cuddled, sometime's he's even the initiator. It's not uncommon for Gale to emerge from his study after hours to find them curled up on the same couch each immersed in their own thing.

Gale's probably the first one to be surprised by his own lack of jealousy when he happens upon the scene for the first time. But it just becomes the norm. And when Tav is off working on their own thing it eventually becomes common to find Gale and Astarion knee to knee in the study, each with excessively large tomes, leaning over one another because they're both working from BOTH books.

So that first time Gale is blatantly like "yeah lets do that" Astarion is struck by the fact that... he actually might want to. But he's reluctant because Tav's (and admittedly Gale's) friendship is unexpectedly more important that anything as fleeting as 'romance' or 'lust'.

But Tav is 200% on board when the conversation get brought up by Astarion (in the 'ahaha you wouldn't believe...' way). They love both these idiots, albeit in different ways, and wouldn't mind. Even if it was just Gale&Astarion.

But it would never be JUST those two because of how deeply both men care for Tav. Whatever they build to becomes normal. Maybe all three sleep in the same bed, Astarion position on the outside so he can sneak off when he's done resting. Maybe they just constantly find each other making overlapping decisions about future adventures or where to look for a rumored cure.

Part of the reason why this works is Gale and Astarion are not dissimilar. They face their trauma with different takes but it's deeply embedded in who they are and how they'll approach life forever more. While Gale is 100% willing to try and give Astarion more autonomy than he's ever dreamed of, believing that 'if you love something set it free' line. Astarion would spend a lot of time trying to get Gale to see and accept that while he made mistakes he was far from the villain in his story. Tav would spend most of that time trying to run around thwarting miscommunication and reigning in Astarion's god-killer urge despite also wanting very much to punch Mystra.

So while I think both men deserve to be 100% the center of someone's affections, I also believe they could eventually find a healthy trio dynamic.

(and also do whatever the faerun equivalent of an eiffel tower is to tav regularly)

#bg3 #gale dekarios #astarion ancunin #bloodweave #kind of #bloodweave adjacent #bloodweave x tav #bg3 spoilers

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mewtwo24 · 8 months

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Sasaki and Hirano, Compare/Contrast Brainrot

Okay like I saw a post about Sasaki and Hirano’s friendship and I just. Started thinking about it and now I can’t stop. Especially after reading Hirano to Kagiura.

I feel like they’re messed up (repressed is probably what I actually mean) in the same way but in opposite directions and that’s why they like…get along, but in the strangest manifestation of that phrasing? They care about each other almost from a periphery, from the vantage point of someone who understands, but, since they’re also still figuring it out, they don’t know quite how to interact with or guide the other?

And it’s killing me because--idk if it was just me--I kept going feral over every single time I was reading the manga and Hirano would go “oh yeah I do [insert fuckign batshit intimacy] with my roommate, this is a normal senpai/kouhai thing to do” and Sasaki literally always reacts with:

“.” (Huh. I don’t think that’s normal but who am I to judge these things. Let’s ask the local social barometer.)

“Hey Hanzawa, this [reiterates what Hirano said word-for-word] isn’t normal is it?” (Translation: “this would be inappropriate to do with Mya-chan even though I’m clawing at the walls just thinking about it”)

And Hanzawa, bless his heart, who is only a fraction more normal about social interaction than everyone else is just like:

“.” [W H A T]

“Sasaki, what. Of course you shouldn’t be doing that. W H Y ARE YOU ASKING ME THIS”

AND THIS HAPPENS MANY TIMES IN THE SPAN OF TWENTY CHAPTERS. I CANNOT EXPRESS ENOUGH THE HILARITY BUT ALSO CONCERN IT INSPIRES TO WATCH.

More detailed analysis under the cut, I just can’t stop laughing at the way the manga compares them:

Sasaki fascinates me because, as I take stock again, it feels like he’s got this dread when it comes to change (e.g. Ogasawara and his gf dating--thus changing his relationship with both of them, asking Miyano out--risking losing him, confessing that he’s dating a boy to his sister--risking her enduring and fervent disapproval). So much of his younger teenage angst was related to being reluctant to start or do things, and while it’s easy to assume laziness, I don’t think that’s the case? He says in the manga: “There’s nothing I can do, so how am I supposed to know what I want to do then…?” I get a sense that this trapped feeling contributes to his dissatisfaction and stasis more than a refusal to do anything at all. I don’t think he lacks capacity; he’s proven to be exceptionally clever and even studious when he feels motivated.

Considering the lack of interest his parents had in his life (let alone his hobbies/skills) and his sister’s overbearing scrutiny, I feel like it makes sense he’s struggled so much with his self-actualization. I feel like he perceives it as being caught between hot and cold extremes constantly; like no matter what he does, he’ll either receive indifference or loud chastising. So why bother at all? It would explain why he likes Miyano’s temperament so much, considering the latter quite literally is defined by his normalcy and even keel. When Sasaki wants to move forward in their relationship, Miyano seriously considers both their feelings, and thoroughly weighs the realities of what it would mean to be together before replying. While Sasaki wants to be closer to him, I think so much of his willingness to wait was the fact that Miyano wasn’t evading him. Miyano was being honest and thorough about meeting him halfway, without insulting his feelings or flat out ignoring him.

(Side note: I fully agree that Sasaki’s sister is a positive influence in his life, in that she actually gave a damn when he was downspiraling and miserable, and pointed out that all kids need limits and guidance. But she is loud and forceful about her acknowledgement, and I feel like this is very grating to Sasaki. For better or worse, it’s clear he has a hard time with such a direct and intense approach about what he should think and feel, and about what he needs. Sasaki shows indications of a kind of mindset where he thinks he needs to shoulder all the tough and heavy things alone, so it makes sense to me that he would be uncomfortable with his sister proclaiming how he is lost or bereft of attention/discipline.)

I think there’s also the fact that Miyano witnessed Sasaki at his most vulnerable--and instead of lashing out--offered him help and sympathy, real warmth and patience. Sasaki has always meant a lot to me as a character, maybe because he resonates in such a poignant way. He’s somebody who has lived under such emotional extremes, and as a result deeply values a sense of normalcy. Where one could argue Miyano is unassuming and ordinary, I think that’s part of why Sasaki likes being with him. With Miyano, he doesn't have to guess at the distance between them; Miyano is earnest and careful about those differences, and is very direct about addressing them with reciprocity.

Now then, Hirano. I know very little about Hirano’s home life other than his being an only child. But to be honest, that does tell us a bit--paired with his subtle social anxieties. I will never forget Sasaki saying to Miyano ‘that’s because Hirano plays favorites with his kouhais’ about the gap between his behavior towards his younger classmates versus everyone else. While Sasaki’s petulance is uproarious, there is something to that. (I also love how this exposes Sasaki, lowkey, because he’s basically saying that he’d only do that with his favorite people, aka Miyano. But otherwise he could never be bothered to care about a rando, and that’s hilarious.)

I think Hirano--because he doesn’t really have a sense of how he’s supposed to relate to other people--tends to follow the same strict guidelines you might see in a rule book (DISCIPLINE COMMITTEE COUGH COUGH). Supposing he was taught--or simply feels responsibility towards younger kids as a result of reflective parental neglect--it would explain why he feels this rigid need to treat kouhais like little siblings. At first glance, and honestly when you consider his general aloofness, it doesn’t make much sense that he has a mothering sensibility otherwise.

Now then, because I realized this while writing and I have to inflict this on everyone else in rapid succession, this would explain his initial staunch discomfort with Kagiura’s affection. In the context of Hirano’s lifestyle/mindset:

Hirano → relationships with people? Don’t understand that, refer to following flowchart:

→ younger = responsibility, must protecc

→ same age = keep them in line

→ older = respect (but only if I feel like it HAIR DYE NOISES INTENSIFY)

Mind you, I don’t think this is limited to his platonic/friendship relations. I think this permeates into so many other aspects of his life, since sociality is inevitably a focal point for all human life. If he feels an uncharacteristic leniency and profound affection for Kagiura, then it must be because he's a kouhai he wants to protect, nothing more. He has no other reason or definition by which to ascribe to those feelings. Hirano doubly insisting he can’t be attracted to men is because he’s been so inundated in the widespread social signals, the social rule that has been long standing--and remains a pretty powerful message even now--that it’s unlikely (and that’s a gentle term) he’s attracted to another man.

After all, He is So Good At Being A Normal Young Man. He’s in the discipline committee. He gets excellent grades. He’s a kind and helpful senpai. He keeps his classmates in line. Of Course He Likes Women, What Do You Mean Gay.

He’s basically that meme like: “'Men can be attracted to other men' actually statistical error. Average men only feel attraction for women. Sasamiya is an outlier and should not be counted."

Both Hirano and Sasaki hate change/unpredictability, but I really love how complex their differences are in regards to how they experience that and feel that. Sasaki hates change, but he’s not necessarily emotionally repressed? He’s able to express what he feels for Miyano because he feels it so strongly, and it comes naturally when he does. In fact, it’s so natural that he becomes impulsive--and that’s why he gets so anxious about moving too far or too fast by accident. He has the overthink override, where if the attraction is too strong he simply Can’t Shut Up About How Much He Loves Miyano or stop hugging/kissing him.

Hirano hates change in the sense that he’s so ensconced in this idea that This Is Normal Human Behavior, that he completely loses sight of how he actually feels about anything--because he rejects/suppresses anything he can’t coherently define in a scripted, linear way. And being asked to tread that unstable, unsteady ground is tantamount to throwing a cat in water with no warning. This is why it’s so sad but also HYSTERICALLY FUNNY to see him like “wym I have feelings for Kagiura. It's perfectly normal to start yelling with all the wounded rage of a scorned housewife over my kouhai not letting me wake him up for morning practice. That is what it means to be a senpai.” Because he has no blueprint for how he’s supposed to express a love that goes deeper than friendship (with a man no less), he defaults to these overly simplistic structures that can’t support the complexity/maturity of such adult human feeling and exchanges. They worked for him just fine before, so why won’t they work for him now?

Relegating Kagiura to the role of kouhai makes it easier for Hirano to conceptualize why he cares so much for him, but it also limits the scope of his view. He’s using it as an umbrella term in a sense: of course he doesn’t find every little thing about Kagiura infuriating/boring/troublesome. Being the older person means being responsible and chill about everything. But that’s the thing. He’s not indulging Kagiura the same way he indulges Miyano, despite him qualifying them the same way. With Miyano it’s super clear Hirano really does just see him as a baby duckling, someone to treat gently and usher around. His behavior around Kagiura is so astronomically different in comparison, it’s nearly comical to try to compare them:

It’s Kagiura’s birthday. Hirano, who probably hardly remembers people’s birthdays, deadass went around asking every person he was close to (like, 5 ppl) for advice. He agonized over it for days on end. He gets Kagiura tickets to a basketball game and an alarm clock, and spends the entire day with him. He asks Hanzawa if he can use party poppers to celebrate Kagiura on the day of, and to get around the rules when he’s told no he has everyone go hog wild with them at the Christmas party in a loophole maneuver to celebrate. Reminder to myself and everyone reading, this is BEFORE he even hears a word about Kagiura’s feelings.

THIS IS BEFORE EITHER OF THEM ARE IN ANY KIND OF INTIMATE RELATIONSHIP. HIRANO, WHO IS MR. “i only study or drag people to baby jail, what do you want,” SPENT ENTIRE DAYS PAINSTAKINGLY PLANNING ALL OF THIS. FOR KAGIURA’S BDAY. AFTER ONE OFFHAND COMMENT FROM KAGIURA OF LIKE mannnn having an xmas bday sucks ass, they just try to lump it tg with holiday presents booooo :///

That Hirano conceptualizes Kagiura as a kouhai has been established. But another angle that’s equally crucial is this equation:

Hirano → adore person? Devote Every Minute To Being Nice^TM

→ hate person? angry cat hissing sounds/smack with paper roll

→ mild dislike? Lowkey grousing/sarcasm/dismissal

→ neutral? (this is most people btw) refer to earlier chart for appropriate social etiquette

This is pretty much where Hirano gives himself away. Because even in his most inflexible rules for himself, we’ve never seen him convey so much feeling for anyone around him so helplessly. It can be argued that he might have in the past, but honestly, I doubt it. The feeling is so confusing and new to him that it leads me to believe so much of his difficulty accepting what he feels is related to its unfamiliarity. He can’t trust it as real precisely because he can’t control or neatly define it. (This made doubly disconcerting by the fact that he doesn’t have a typical social structure to work from either. If his parents, for instance, are anything like Hanzawa’s, it’s possible his conception of love between a couple is about devotion to remain together to fulfill a sense of status/purpose to create a new life. He would have zero concept of love that comes from the very depths of a person’s emotional being, a call and response that is as instinctive as it is fulfilling.)

Sasaki feels an intense desire to be close to Miyano, and thus acts accordingly because he trusts his feelings. On the other hand, he has trouble measuring the distance between himself and others. (e.g. he thinks he will lose his friends if they date, his sister acts like a parent but is also a kid and that makes it hard for him to know how to interact, he struggles to convey himself properly to Miyano when he brings up escalating to dating). Hirano, on the other hand, doesn’t realize the intensity of his affection and heartfelt proximity to Kagiura because he’s so busy tying himself up in knots over what he’s supposed to feel and think that he doesn’t trust his feelings. Rather, he is only given away by how obscenely his actions expose him. Comparatively, he has less trouble measuring the distance between himself and others when it comes to anyone but Kagiura.

(Perhaps obviously, Kagiura has Sasaki’s whole ‘if I don’t hug/kiss/bark at him I’ll die’ emotional expression and Miyano has the cautious measuring of distance between people and difficulty accepting gay like Hirano.)

God they’re both so quintessentially queer it hurts me. One can’t shut up about his love, and the other literally cannot open his mouth and express his feelings or he’ll die.

NARRATIVE FOILS EVERYONE

(Also unsure if it’s me but wow. They are so. Autism. And that also kills me akhfjldghjgdsfhkdfjhg)

#hirano to kagiura #sasaki to miyano #hirano taiga #sasaki shuumei #kagiura akira #miyano yoshikazu #hanzawa masato #if anyone manages to read through this i salute you #i just couldn't stop thinking about the two of them #mind you this is only what i noticed on a first reading of the manga #i can't guarantee i won't breach containment again upon a second reading i apologize in advance #AUGHGHGHGHGH [myriad agonized noises]#truly the sasamiya-verse exists to inflict emotional dmg on me #also all my love to everyone who's replied to my posts with such kind words/affirmations????#im not really used to fandoms that like analysis alhlgdhdkskhjasf #i found my people? it seems

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gyusimp · 4 months

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modern Gyutaro x reader (fluff) who has like A TON of money and spends it on buying him things he always wanted/surprising him with a little too much presents.

°•Gyutaro x Rich reader Headcanons•°

I wrote this on a break at work and I just realized that you actually requested a Modern AU and I didn't remember 😭 pls forgive me, if you want other headcanons in a Modern AU please let me know and I'll fix my mistake but don't hate me lol

• You were the daughter of a great businessman in Japan, there were not many wealthy people at this time so everyone who knew who your father was treated you with immense respect, worthy of royalty. Your dad is a businessman looking to expand his income in several branches, not just one, so when he had the crazy idea of opening a tea house in the Yoshiwara Entertainment District everything was a success just like his other businesses.

• You had an entrepreneurial spirit just like him, so instead of settling for the allowances you received from him, you preferred to get to work and help him in each of his new businesses no matter what it was and thus generate your own profits at his side and his new success in Yoshiwara was no exception.

• You helped manage the house and organize the girls who worked there. Everything was very normal until after a few months you found out that there was a rumor of a creature that sneaked through the walls of brothels to steal pretty girls and turn them into its food. You didn't believe this children's story until one night you were face to face with that creepy creature with jutting bones, messy greenish hair, an imposing gaze and a merciless smile. The way you begged for your life before him seemed interesting and very different from what he was used to seeing so you awakened something inside him that made him let you live.

• Eventually you returned to see him again and again until with each of his visits the fear faded and you were able to slowly trust the other until you formed the strangest friendship you had ever had.

• Gyutaro was the Upper Moon 06, at first you didn't understand it but he explained how everything worked. You told him about you and he about him until the bond between the two of you grew closer and closer. Knowing more about Gyutaro and the shortcomings he had in his past made you feel the need to give him absolutely everything that he was deprived of in his human life, both material and emotional.

• His affectionate greetings towards you increased and made your and his heart race, every time he came you gave him things like expensive outfits to show him how handsome he was, pretty haoris to cover him from the cold and complete collections of books so that he might have a new hobby, even very expensive fragrances that he would never wear.

• All of this overwhelmed Gyutaro and made him think that you were a bit stupid wasting all your money like that. Not so much about wasting those things on a demon because someone like Douma would maybe use all those gifts, but about wasting your money on someone as insignificant and unpleasant as him. You noticed that he didn't reject your gifts at first but then he started to "forget" them after his visits and that made you feel a little bad. You asked him if he didn't like the color of that shirt or if it wasn't his size, if that perfume didn't match him or something like that and there he told you to stop wasting your money on him.

• It was new for him to receive so much attention from someone, positive attention and it confused him a lot but in the end he managed to explain everything to you and in the end you felt a little more relieved.

• You wanted to win over Gyutaro because you were starting to like him but you didn't want him to be misinterpreted as if you wanted to buy him, you were just someone who was very thoughtful with the people you loved and your pocketbook allowed you to give very unique gifts. But now you had to go a little slower so as not to overwhelm Gyutaro, so you would save the exaggerated and expensive gifts for later, although you couldn't help but give the boy a beautiful bouquet of flowers every time he came to see you and paint a noticeable blush all over his face when you handed it to him.

#gyutaro x reader #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #Gyutarofluff

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navnae · 1 year

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@messrs-weasley i don’t know if you’ve seen this but this is the prompt that you asked for, hope you enjoy :)

Eddie never said much when things bothered him, usually he’d brushed it off and move on with his day especially if it was anything that didn’t involve him. With that being said, he’s learned the dynamics of the group and how everyone interacted with one another. Nothing out of the ordinary when it came to a friend group but he noticed something that kind of got under his skin. Steve and Dustin’s dynamic is what really stood out to him and it wasn’t because he was close with Dustin but it was the way he spoke to Steve that caught him off guard. Eddie knew that they’ve known each other long enough to say these jokes that were kind of low which he understood, that was the normal part of their friendship. Overtime Eddie started to pick up on how naturally if Steve said something that was too far he wouldn’t hesitate to apologize despite Dustin saying way worse in the process. Eddie would sit there wondering how would all of this play out and did everyone just let this happen, turning a blind eye. That wasn’t all though when Eddie started hearing the constant jokes about Steve’s intelligence that’s what really bothered him.

Eddie couldn’t believe the things that Steve would let Dustin say and even the whole group in general. He did take into consideration that majority of them were younger but for the ones who weren’t what was their excuse. Everything time it happened Steve wouldn’t say anything sometimes he would even add on to it, none of it was right in Eddie’s eyes. So he made it his business to be the one to give Steve props for honestly anything that he did and the response he got was truly upsetting, Steve wouldn’t feel comfortable with any positive feedback without thinking that Eddie was going to play it off as a sarcastic joke. He’d leave Eddie standing there after letting out a nervous laugh. Eddie couldn’t stop thinking about it and he didn’t know why it made him so upset. Obviously Steve could defend himself and he knew how to handle things on his own but Eddie wouldn’t allow himself to brush it off like everyone else. He continued to do it until it became natural for him and Steve. His heart would skip a beat whenever Steve would look at him after doing something, before Eddie could say anything Dustin would chime in immediately taking the situation into a joking matter.

This time he pushed it very far. Emphasizing that Steve kept making the same mistakes over and over again when a fetus wouldn’t have this much trouble with a simple task. The group laughed softly, creating that exact environment that Eddie tried desperately to stop because it wasn’t healthy for anyone involved. Eddie looked at Steve who wasn’t engaging in any of the jokes and rolled his eyes. The longer the jokes continued Eddie felt his blood boil and he was trying to bite his tongue but eventually he just snapped.

“Henderson,” Eddie said a little louder than he expected catching everyone off guard. Steve watched the scene unfold with wide eyes because he’s never seen Eddie look this upset. “Enough.”

His words were sharp while his voice was low and firm. Everyone in the room didn’t expect Eddie to say that. Dustin had this look of guilt on his face once he realized that he was pushing it a little bit and he really respected Eddie, he wouldn’t call him out for anything if he it wasn’t for his own good. Without much being said both of them got on the same page.

“Sorry.” Dustin said softly as he looked directly at Steve. To say Steve was baffled would be an understatement. His eyes would cut to everyone in the room not knowing what to say because this was a very rare moment for him.

“Uh… I forgive you.” Steve said before smiling at Dustin and he smiled back. Eddie smiled to himself while seeing them share this moment, he hoped that in the future everyone will start understanding that there are limits to things even if it’s coming from a good place.

They created this inside joke that Steve was under Eddie’s protection and if anyone said anything about him they’d feel his wrath. Eddie felt like they were over exaggerating, the only time he’d step in was when he really felt the need to other than that everyone could function normally like always. After that day Eddie noticed Steve kept staring at him as if he had something on his mind and he wanted to say it. One day while the group was hanging out the arcade letting the kids have fun with all the games that they wanted to play. Eddie sat at one of the tables helping himself to a slice of pizza that was calling his name, while everyone played the games he spent most of the time sitting down watching them enjoy themselves and that was enough for him. As he took small bites out of his pizza he didn’t realize that Steve was making a bee line towards him and sat down right next to him, basically shoulder to shoulder. Eddie jumped slightly not expecting Steve to be so close when was enough space for him to slide over.

“Can I help you?” Eddie asked with his mouth full of pizza. Steve made a face before he started laughing.

“Gross,” Steve said while nudging Eddie away as he playfully opened his mouth revealing a little too much. Both of them started laughing uncontrollably making people give them dirty looks but they didn’t really care. When their laughs faded Steve kept a smile on his face as he watched Eddie eat. He bit his lip thinking about how he was going to start this conversation, Steve shifted in his seat once he finally got the courage to speak up. “Can I ask you something?”

“You just did.” Eddie joked earning another nudge from Steve. He let out a sarcastic laugh nonetheless he couldn’t deny the joke was funny.

“Alright smart ass, can I ask my question now?” Steve asked. Eddie didn’t have single a clue about what Steve was going to ask him. A part of him wasn’t looking into it so deep but the other part was freaking out.

“Shoot.” Eddie said before taking one last bite out of his pizza then putting it down on a paper plate. He turned to Steve giving him all of his attention now.

“That day when everyone was joking around with me and things got a little out of hand. You stepped in to say something even though I’ve never asked you to, why?” Steve furrowed his eyebrows. He was genuinely curious about how Eddie was going to answer him.

Eddie had a feeling that this question would asked he just hoped that it wasn’t Steve would ask him. The short answer is that he didn’t like Steve getting low blows when it wasn’t necessary. In all honesty Eddie couldn’t say why he felt the need to put himself out there when it came to Steve. Anyone with a brain could put two and two together that he liked Steve way more than a friend. Of course Eddie wasn’t going to say that, he isn’t that crazy.

“I guess it’s because I didn’t like watching you get put down. I don’t know, maybe a few years ago I wouldn’t have given a shit about anyone saying what they want to you. Now-“

“You do?” Steve sounded surprised by the idea of Eddie caring about him. Eddie opened his mouth to say something then he looked away from Steve. He thought that he probably said to much and Steve would catch on that he likes him a little more than he should. Steve took Eddie’s silence as an answer, he couldn’t help but smile. “You actually do.”

“Is it such a crime that I don’t enjoy watching you get treated badly? Obviously I care about you-“ Eddie rambled until it was too late. Steve raised his brow not expecting Eddie to say that.

“Oh.” Steve said quietly. He thought Eddie would tease him or flip him off as a response, Eddie actually admitting that he cared about him made him see things in a different perspective. This wasn’t a twisted joke or a moment in time where the harsh punchline was going to be made.

Eddie cared about Steve.

Silence fell over them and they just watched the kids play arcade games along with the older teens. Eddie wanted to disappear because his face wouldn’t stop heating up every second and with Steve being this close it made things a whole lot harder. He’s always been an impulsive person, always saying everything that came to his mind even when he knew the results would be bad. With all these thoughts running through his head he completely missed the feeling of something grabbing his hand. Eddie looked at his hand before meeting Steve’s gaze, his heart felt like it was going to explode.

“I never got to say it at the time but thank you.” Steve whispered as he squeezed Eddie’s hand softly. Even with all the butterflies flying around in his stomach Eddie managed to smile at Steve like he was the most amazing thing he’s ever seen.

“You’re welcome.” Eddie whispered back. They noticed the group coming back towards them and Steve moved his hand slightly. Both of them smiled to themselves, their cheeks turning a light shade of pink in unison.

I want to add that if you don’t like this trope or headcanon please ignore this post :)

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aroace-kodama-sakuko · 5 months

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Three aspec-friendly j dramas recs

Koisenu Futari Sex content: none (there's one flashback that references a past experience, but nothing explicit. It's also not in a positive light.) Romance content: none Rep: the two protagonists are explicitly aroace. They're adults: the focus isn't on discovering their identity (Sakuko does that in episode one), but on how they live life defeating the norms and on their developing qpr (which they call "Family (subject to change)").

Konya Sukiyaki Dayo Sex content: none Romance content: some (one of the two protagonists is allo and has romantic interests and a relationship) Rep: one protagonist is explicitly aro. She never comments on her sexuality, but she never seems interested in sex either. The two protagonists live together and develop a qpr (they don't call it that, but it's clear they don't consider their bond a "normal" friendship).

18/40: Futari Nara Yume mo Koi mo Sex content: none (implied in the past since there's a pregnancy) Romance content: present Rep: the two protagonists have a considerable age-gap (18 and 40) and they refer to their bond as something that "has no name but definitely exists". It's pretty much a qpr, but they're both allo and they both develop separate romantic interests. There's also a secondary aspec character (I love her); there are no explicit terms used, she only says she's never been in love (and probably never will). I noticed hints of this character's identity since episode 1 and I think all of them fit the aroace profile, but she doesn't comment on sexual attraction or lack thereof (she is surprised to know her friends have had sex, though, and that screams asexual to me). All in all, platonic relationships of every kind are very important in this drama. Be warned for the pregnancy and motherhood though if that's not your thing. (And for romance.)

#aro #ace #koisenu futari #konya sukiyaki dayo #18/40: futari nara yume mo koi mo #18/40 #aroace rep

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class1akids · 3 months

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could you explain to me bakugou and todorokis friendship bc I don't really understand it.

I imagine bakugou would remind shoto of endeavor which would stear him away. Especially bc at the start it wasn't just talk specifically with deku. And I feel like todoroki of all people would recognize bakugou as a bully . Not to mention what bakugou said to todoroki before the sports festival (and while yes I know deku said the same thing, it pissed todoroki off and todoroki only responded positively when deku said something affirming).

And from bakugous side, todoroki made him insecure bc from bakugous perspective he was effortlessly better than him in every way and we saw with bakugous apology to deku that this feeling never went away. Bakugi was always challenging deku and todoroki only while he was "normal" to the rest of the class b deku and todoroki were the only ones that made him feel threatened. And then when bakugou started changing (the same time endevour did) he realised just how simlliar he is to endeavor and that's who he will become if he doesn't change his mindset. And sharing similaraties to todorokis abuser I can imagine would deter him from that friendship even more as it would enhance his quilt.

Now I will admit I don't understand bakugous character as well as other which is why I maybe struggling to understand this friendship.

You are actually explaining quite well their starting points. Out of everyone in the class, they are definitely not friends at first (well, neither of them have friends at the start and neither of them think they want friends - fools). As they both grow and change, their perspective changes too and it's a bit of a slow burn, but I'd say they are already more or less friends by the end of the remedial classes / start of the Endeavor internship (though Bakugou still furiously denies it), and they are definitely good friends by post-PLF War, when Izuku leaves UA.

As you say, initially Todoroki is someone who shakes Bakugou's confidence and increases his insecurities further by focusing on Izuku rather than him as "rival". While Shouto barely acknowledges Bakugou's existence. Even after Shouto beat Deku, he keeps thinking about him, because he challenged him at the core of his ideals, while Bakugou is unable to reach that part of Shouto yet.

So the SF final happens the way it does - a failure for both of them in a way. Bakugou walks away thinking that Todoroki looks down on him and is angry about it, while Shouto senses that he hurt Bakugou, but he doesn't really know what to do about it.

Things slowly start to change in the Forest arc, with Shouto's clumsy attempts to interact with Bakugou, then them being paired in the fight against Moonfish which gives them more insight into each other. And Shouto being a co-instigator of the Bakugou rescue, their move in the dorm, and quickly they are at the licensing exam which they both fail.

Then the remedial classes start - and while we only saw a single class, this is something they did every week for months, just the two of them, going to that class, having to go through the humiliation together. It's a forced proximity where they first annoy each other, but they also give each other a safe way to work on themselves and on the difficult relationships they need to fix for their own growth.

Bakugou has quite a few similarities with Endeavor, but there are also big differences: there is no power imbalance between them and Bakugou never abused Shouto. In fact, Bakugou's attitude is completely wasted on Shouto - he's never intimated of him. But observing Bakugou, seeing his strong points - like his great battle tactics, perseverance, quirk mastery, ambition - gives Shouto a chance to observe these characteristics his father also has, and disentangle them from it belonging to Endeavor, to seeing their value and seeing them as tools he could use for himself without becoming his father.

On the other side, Bakugou gets to interact with Todoroki, who has a lot of similarities to Izuku. Underneath his blunt demeanour, Shouto is also ridiculously kind to the people who hurt him and most importantly, he's an abuse victim too. He can be both at the same time - insanely strong, someone Bakugou sees as equal, and also someone who is a victim of abuse. And because Bakugou didn't hurt Shouto, interacting with him, trying out his little steps in empathy is not layered with guilt like his complicated interactions with Deku.

With distance, it's easier to navigate Shouto's mess, but watching the Todoroki family also provides a perspective on his own - a warning in the shape of Endeavor of what he doesn't want to be.

I think from Shouto's side, it's clear that he's been considering Bakugou as his friend for a long time by the end of the remedial arc. Bakugou is a tsundere (so his characterization includes being uncomfortable with squishy feelings like friendships, and is always hiding his motives and intentions). But it doesn't fool Shouto much, because he's someone who primarily looks at actions not words.

But in any case, after the war, Bakugou drops a lot of his attitude and becomes more authentic about his feelings, including more openly friends with Shouto.

I think choosing to support him on their last night before the final war, making him laugh on what may easily be the last night of their lives is a meaningful proof of the long way they have come together .

It's a friendship that the story spent a lot of time with (compared to a lot of the other, easier bonds where characters sort of become friends somewhere in the background and then are just hanging out), working out their relationship from the rocky start, being there as partners and witnesses through some of the biggest lows of each other's lives, getting their licenses together, experiencing milestones and emotional moments together, seeing each other grow and change and stumble through fixing the relationships they struggle with.

I think for us, in the tdbk/bktd part of the fandom, this difficult journey, the ways they fit and the ways they are different is all part of the draw of this dynamic. Also, they are also just truly funny together. There is a hilarious energy of their odd duo and I guess it's something either you are into or not.

Some people prefer sweet / soft friendships, while Todoroki and Bakugou are definitely a cat and dog kind of friendship (even by HK's own illustrations) with its own particular vibe and energy.

#c1a asks #todoroki shouto #bakugou katsuki #bnha meta #todobaku #bakutodo #todobaku brotp

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Can you do a Matsuno Chifuyu request with friends to lovers trope of Emma daring the reader to do a run and jump into his arms in front of the boys cause Emma’s sick of their pining?

Chifuyu matsuno |°- friends to lovers - g/n pronouns used

two friends, friends that just so happen to make the other's heart run a hundred beats a minute. friends, that talk about the other to their other friends enough to make a 60/60 marked essay. friends, that secretly make fake scenarios of the other before drifting off to sleep. things that just happen when two people get closer than others. that's normal, right?

"-oh yeah, and chifuyu will be there" Emma mentioned, she and y/n were making their way over to the basketball courts where they would meet with the boys, something about them having a small competition because someone wasn't able to have an agreement. and the two were invited for motivation, to cheer on or something.

just the mention of chifuyu made y/n feel fuzzy, their heart grew warm but at the same time, they felt a type of feeling that can only be explained as 'pining' the feeling of being warmed yet also saddened when realising the true meaning of their feelings. they're in love and is longing for him, but also understand that nothing can be done.

"wait he's gonna be there?" it was more of a repeated statement than a question, of course, chifuyu will be there, y/n just still needs to adjust to her thoughts and feelings. constantly being in denial.

Emma is aware of it all, so aware that it's starting to almost claw at her skin from irritation because all she can hear is y/n yapping about chifuyu and their friendship and how much her guilt and sadness eats them up. don't get Emma wrong though, she listens closely and takes everything into consideration however sometimes it may be a bit too much, it's like listening to a friend talk about their crush for the 20th time of the day but only keeps mentioning the same thing over and over.

though a little plan has settled into Emma's mind as well as a little devious smile. she knows y/n likes Chifuyu as more than a friend but this pining has gone way too far and y/n is in need of a little push otherwise this constant loop will never end. y/n would only be taking 360 turns thinking it would lead to somewhere only to end up in the same position.

Emma and y/n were nearing the basketball courts that's on the side by a park. a few people were around such as those who were walking their dogs or taking their toddlers out to enjoy the sun but it wasn't like anyone would disturb the basketball game that the toman boys were playing.

despite there being others in the court the first person that y/n had her eyes on was chifuyu. his blonde hair slightly rising up and falling as he tried to throw the ball into the net but missed making his face cringe a little at himself, but when he turned around to fit back into the game he couldn't help but notice y/n at the corner of his eye making his full focus to leave for a short moment.

it was as if he was struck with a sword in his chest due to their beauty, despite them being at a fair distance he could still make out their eyes that always makes him feel almost lost. though that trance was rid of after Baji slapped the back of his shoulder to get him back into the game, "they'll be watching, try and pay attention" baji knew what he was setting up in chifuyu's mind, though it couldn't be decided if that caused anxiety or determination knowing that y/n will be watching him.

before going back to the game chifuyu smiled and did a quick wave at both Emma and y/n before having his eyes back to the basketball and who's around.

Emma slightly nudged y/n with her elbow closely, "what if... you randomly hug him?"

"hug who?" -y/n

"I shouldn't need to specify, you know who" looking at y/n with slightly raised eyebrows knowing that the person is obvious enough

"...but we usually hug?? I don't see what the difference would be" not exactly enthused by the whole situation, always thinking about him and their friendly relationship causes some sort of desperate feeling to grow inside of her heart, like it's slowly breaking but at the same time also repairing itself with the good and bad feelings.

though talking about hugging him is causing y/n to feel a little giddy as if they haven't done that in ages. even though they have, probably last week

"no but I mean, unexpectedly... jump into his arms! that sort" Emma however had a wide smile on her face, she wanted nothing more than to see y/n get out of this confusing state and see them both finally make some sort of move.

"what?! I can't do that"

"yes you can! you mentioned you've hugged before, what's the difference?" mocking her previous statement

"no no there is a difference though, what if he doesn't like that and I ruin things?" a slight feeling of panic drove over them, just picturing out the scenario of them running up to him to put their arms under his arms and around him but it only being a one-sided excitement is giving themselves embarrassment. can't help but always think about the worst.

"oh cmon you're being dramatic, Chifuyu is the last person that would brush off a hug- especially from you!"

the boys were running around the court dribbling the ball while y/n and Emma stayed outside of the fenced area. occasionally the two would cheer for the opposite teams though it seems as if Emma's team has a higher advantage all because of draken's height. though Mikey and chifuyu on the other team have the speed making the scoring constantly switching.

(Mikey is ranked first, and Chifuyu ranked third in speed from the official rankings)

Sometimes Peh would yell at someone on his team for not being able to dribble the ball which becomes entertaining for y/n and Emma but not so to the others cause it just ends up being a petty argument, though I guess that'd be expected since he's the reason why the game has started in the first place.

"hey, I dare you to jump into Chifuyu" -Emma

"nu uh doesn't mean I have to" y/n shaking their head trying to protest the idea. it still seems like a bad idea though it doesn't mean that the idea wasn't growing onto her.

"don't nu uh me... I bet you want to~" She got closer to y/n to try and playfully pester them a little in hopes of them giving into the idea, "You'll run up into his arms and he'll be taken off guard a little bit but then swiftly gives in and wraps his strong arms around you-" Emma couldn't continue any more because she started to laugh at her own little sarcastic comment,

"what kind of fanfic did you take that from?" both of them having a small fit of laughter picture Chifuyu and y/n in different scenarios but they all came from cringy fanfics that they had previously read together out of boredom at a sleepover.

though in all honesty that's probably how it would play out... maybe. that dare was still playing over y/n's mind.

"I dare you, no buts or if's, it's final"

"why does it matter so much" y/n pouted a little

"it matters to me because-" *gasp* the final point of the basketball game between the boys were scored and the winning team was Mikey's. also the team that Chifuyu is in.

Emma nudged y/n almost frantically, way too frantically. and the both of them cheered on, even though Emma previously was on Draken's side she should still celebrate her brothers' victory. Even though the game on the outside seemed something minor and fun, for the guys it was competitive.

a minor disagreement between Peh and baji so the others chose to battle it out with a game. though halfway through those who had nothing to do with the disagreement, forgot what everything was about and just played like it was a regular game.

"this is your turn, go hug him" Emma leans to the side of y/n to quietly nag. though at that very moment it seemed as if y/n had their strings pulled because after hearing Emma's voice and making eye contact with Chifuyu, it was almost like a direct calling.

or maybe because on their side Emma gently gave y/n a push in the direction of the open gate of the fenced court, her balance got a little unsteady but after that push, it seemed as if the dare was non-negotiable.

slowly walking up and through the open gate soon enough turned into a little awkward run to then being a full-on run with a smile that just screams 'I don't know what I'm doing but I'll pretend I do' running straight towards Chifuyu. nothing else mattered to y/n at that moment, just him and needing his embrace.

he was casually standing around trying to catch his breath after all the running and jumping with the basketball, his body had grown extremely hot and sweat had built up on his forehead that Chifuyu then wiped off with the back of his arm sliding along to the back of his hand.

despite being on the winning team it hasn't really made him feel some emotion about it other than being glad it's over.

he's never once forgotten that y/n was there, part of the reason why his performance got a little worse than how it was in the beginning because his mind kept going back to her. he was like a little kid again trying to impress his crush from afar but kept failing because of a constant repeat of nervousness.

though without him knowing he never once disappointed her, the only reason why he keeps thinking that was because he's trying so hard to reach them but just doesn't know how to without wussing out.

the brief eye contact that they make always creates some sort of spark in-between them. it starts off as a small sparkler but then into a firework that shoots up but doesn't end up exploding. that's the situation they've always been in, hypothetically.

though this time it's different, it has to be, right? the eye contact broke but it felt different unlike any other time, it can't exactly be explained other than seeing it for yourself,

the other toman boys focusing on their loss/win of the game, while y/n got closer and closer his heartbeat quickened unsure of when they'll stop but upon seeing them not slow down he took his hands out of his pockets out of slight panic and as if preparing for collision,

"wait wai-" he panicked about how close they got to him and how they didn't stop, he didn't expect them to just jump up at him, but he didn't hate it.

y/n had gotten closer and without saying anything they jumped up at him and wrapped their arms over his shoulders and around his neck, he stumbled back a bit due to the sudden weight on him but he didn't think twice about holding them in place so that they won't fall off. one arm under their thighs and the other arm over their waist.

It caused the both of them to get butterflies in their stomach, it also felt like the butterflies were transferring through each other by how close they were pressed against.

chifuyu had a happy but awkward smile on his face, he's happy and excited but was unsure of what to say or do at the moment.

"wu- you alright?" he let out a small laugh too before looking over at y/n's face to see if they were in fact okay

"of course I am, just wanted a hug" they made eye contact and it was as if their shared smile was mouthing the same thoughts. 'I want this to last forever' but neither said anything.

though one thing that hadn't registered fully until this very moment is that everyone is watching, and if they weren't before when they firstly latched on, they certainly are now.

"oh shit, everyone's probably watching" Y/n quickly looked to the side and sure enough people were eyeing the two of them with their whispers and laughter, y/n quickly looked away from the group and showed movement of wanting to get back down to the ground however he didn't allow that.

"it's fineeeee, let them be jealous" he replied in an almost whisper with a small tease and his embrace squeezed a little signing that he didn't want to let go.

y/n's face started to heat up a little at the reply and didn't dare to look back up but instead hid their face by his neck. though that didn't mean that Chifuyu was getting all bold, nu uh, he was getting frantic in his mind thinking if he said the wrong thing.

but after noticing the group walk past and happily cheer him on even though it also kind of seemed like an average teenage boy mocking, it made chifuyu loosen up a little knowing that what's happening currently, is good. he didn't need to be reminded of that though but he just needed the reassurance either way.

"you guys should do that more often, it'd help the pinning" Baji quickly mentioned while walking past, he had a proud, toothy smile knowing exactly what he said to both of them.

y/n looked up a little after hearing those words and caught Baji's eye for a second before he left Chifuyu and them alone in the basketball court.

after the group left a few more seconds and he had finally let her down whilst asking a question,

"what made you do that?"

y/n was unsure of what to respond with, say something like 'i just wanted to' or say 'it was a dare'? which one seems more suitable currently?

"it was, um, a dare"

unaware of what y/n has now caused to spin in chifuyu's mind, saying that seemed to be an okay response, i guess it is the truth. though chifuyu didn't exactly take that lightly, in his mind he now has the thought that he's a side thing that can put targets on him for them or anyone now when it comes to dares, the moment seemed so put together and genuine that thinking about it now is just making his smile to weaken a little.

"oh, a dare" he's trying to keep his tone right but it seemed to go down a little as disappointment, even his eyes were avoiding them.

upon hearing his tone and taking a look at his face, y/n couldn't help but let out a panicked gasp, which definitely got his attention making his eyes fall back onto them. it clicked in that the previous response to his question could have been taken the wrong way, but looking back that probably shouldn't have been a questioned response since saying 'it was a dare' after doing the most butterfly-causing act is never the right response. what was y/n thinking?

"but it's not like I didn't want to though! I guess in a way Emma just suggested it" They quickly spoke up about it and explained a little, after some thought to this, it made his smile turn upwards again.

They both took a seat on the concrete floor with their backs against the fence, the court grew completely empty and the sun was almost setting making the sky to be a mix of yellow, orange and still a bit of blue. the rest of the group either went home or to someplace else.

"hey what did Baji mention before? about the pining" y/n mentioned out of curiosity.

"oh uhhh, that's..." he tried so hard to find any sort of right words to save himself here but he couldn't find any, his mind was so full yet he could hardly think and it almost seemed as if it was actually blank rather than full.

y/n saw chifuyu stumble on his words, avoid eye contact and the way his fingers would curve a little making his nails scratch the concrete floor a little. he was nervous, and yet this made y/n almost giddy because they knew exactly what pining meant, they knew exactly what Baji meant and they took in every expression and movement that Chifuyu made when they hugged.

"what if we went out?" y/n randomly blurted out making chifuyu to turn his head in an instant and make his previous, rushing thoughts silent.

"what do you mean by that?" chifuyu looked at them slightly confused, yet hopeful. going out can mean plenty of different things, but there was only one that stood out the most in his mind.

"like I don't know, just us two but..." they were going to continue on but by this time they were unsure of how to phrase it without maybe saying the wrong thing

"so, a date?" having a hopeful tone and smile, y/n shared the same smile and for a few seconds, silence lingered on by, but it was good silence, the type of silence that happens between two people before laughing or saying something that makes the friendship stronger.

"yeah, a date"

or, instead of making the friendship stronger, they make something new bloom. a relationship.

♡----

#tokyo revengers #fanfiction #matsuno chifuyu #chifuyu x reader #baji keisuke #chifuyu #tr chifuyu #chifuyu matsuno x reader #friends to lovers #emma sano

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imaginestuffs · 2 years

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Love Letter Confessions- Eddie Munson x Reader

word count:6,068

warnings: just fluff, she/her pronouns are used. language.

Summary: Robin and Steve finally convince the reader to reveal her feelings for Eddie after months of them pushing her. She decides the best way for her to confess is through a letter, and see if he can figure out who it's from.

(gif not mine!)

Robin Buckley was your best friend, and honestly, that wasn’t always a great thing. Especially when she would nag you about telling Eddie that you loved him. Today was no different as you sat on the counter of Family Video, none of you wanting to be there but needing the money. It didn’t help that Steve was there to accompany her pushing. “You need to tell him, (y/n),” Robin said from the Romance section. You rolled your eyes. “Robin, I’ve already told you that I can’t,” you said. “And why is that again?” you heard Steve ask from behind you. “Because he wouldn’t reciprocate those feelings. I just know it. I mean we’re practically polar opposites,” you told them. “That’s why you would work so well,” Robin said and poked her head around the corner. “Not gonna lie here, I think you and Munson would be good together,” Steve said and you turned to look at him. “First of all, that’s crazy, and second I don’t understand why you guys want me to be too embarrassed to ever show my face again,” you said and hopped off of the counter. “Do you even realize how he acts around you? He’s sickeningly sweet around you. It makes me want to vomit,” You heard Robin say. “He’s just being nice like any normal person would be,” you said and walked behind the counter to shove Steve away from the computer so you could do inventory. He threw his hands in the air and sighed. “You know, I was doing that,” he said and you nodded. “I’m well aware, but you mess up most of the time and then Keith gets upset so I have to fix it,” you told him, and he ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

“You’re trying to change the subject, and it won’t work,” Robin called again and you pinched the bridge of your nose. You had begun to have enough of her giving you crap about this for months and so you decided to make it stop. “Fine, fine. I’ll do it, but I’ll do it my way. Now will you please shut the fuck up?” you huffed. Robin walked out of the section she was organizing with a victorious grin. “I knew it’d work,” she said and you shook your head. “Hey, you’ll be fine, and if something happens we’re here for you ok,” Steve said and laid a hand on your shoulder. You turned back to look at him with a small smile. “Thanks, Steve,” you said. “Of course,” He said and quickly kissed your head. When the inventory was finished it was just about your time to clock out. You sighed in relief, “Thank God,” you muttered as you clocked out and went to grab your things from the back. “You leaving already?” Robin asked. “Yup, I’ll see you tomorrow ok,” you said and walked past her but not without kissing her cheek. You passed by Steve on the way out and kissed his cheek as well. “Love you guys,” you tossed at them and they both just chuckled. “Love you too,” they called.

“Do you think she’s gonna tell him?” Steve asked. “I have a good feeling,” Robin answered with a smile on her face. “Now c’mon let’s bore ourselves to death with mundane tasks,” She said and Steve sighed.

The whole drive home was filled with you rattling off random ways to tell Eddie that you loved him. “This is so fucked up,” you said and sighed as you pulled into your driveway.

You quickly walked into your home and greeted your parents before heading to your room. You walked in and set your bag down before flopping onto the bed with a groan. “Why does this have to be so difficult?” you asked yourself.

“It’s just confessing your love to the cutest, coolest, and honestly the sweetest person you’d ever met. No reason to be scared at all, that wouldn’t ruin the friendship you have with him,” your voice was muffled by your pillow. You lifted yourself up into a sitting position on your bed and just felt like you couldn’t move. Your eyes caught sight of your notebook on your desk and it sparked an idea. You moved from your spot and sat at your desk, the yellow glow from the lamp illuminated the journal in front of you. You grabbed a pen and sighed heavily as you stared at the page. “Ok, ok, just spill it. You get this one chance, just do it,” you tried to motivate yourself.

Before you knew it your hand began to move as your words floated across the page. It all seemed to happen in a blur. When you finished you tore out the page and placed it in an envelope with his name on it, daring to place a small heart next to it. You smiled triumphantly as you looked down at the small letter in your hands, now all you had to do was slip it into his locker. Which would be an easy feat seeing as he usually showed up late so you could do it before classes started.

You went to sleep that night feeling nervous but nonetheless a little bit excited. When you woke up you saw that you had a bit more time than usual so you slipped the letter from the envelope before you fully sealed it. You wanted to make sure you were happy with it. You read it over and over again and tried to decide whether to leave just your initials or your full name. You decided to leave your initials so that even if he didn’t figure out it was you he would at least know.

You heard a horn honk from outside and grabbed your bag before heading out the door. You opened the back door to Steve’s BMW and greeted your friends. “Hey guys,” you said and shut the door. “So, are you nervous?” was the first thing that came out of Robin’s mouth. “Are you kidding me? That’s the first thing you say?” you asked with a sigh. “Well, are you?” Steve asked this time. “Ok, fine, just a little bit. I told you I’m gonna do it my way so that makes it a little less nerve-wracking,” you told them. “Oh, and what is your way?” Robin asked and turned to you with a raised brow. You waved the letter in front of her. “Aw that’s so cute, a love letter,” Robin said, and you rolled your eyes. “You wrote Munson a love letter?!” Steve asked in shock. “It’s not a love letter ok. I just told him how I felt, that’s all,” you said and stuffed the letter back in your bag. “That’s definitely classified as a love letter,” He said. “Oh, shut up,” you said and tugged a tendril of his hair. “Hey, hey, hey, don’t touch,” he said. You and Robin laughed as he scowled at you.

You arrived at the school and swiftly made your way out of the car. “Bye, Stevie, see you later,” you said and playfully blew him a kiss. He rolled his eyes. “Bye guys,” he said before driving away. “When are you going to give it to him?” Robin asked like an excited puppy. “You’ll just have to wait,” you said and nudged her playfully. She sighed, “You’re really not gonna tell me?” she asked exasperatedly. “Nope,” you said and split off from her to go to your locker. She went to hers, and while you had the chance you snuck over to Eddie’s to slip the letter into it. You felt your heart pound and your stomach turn as you quickly made your way to class.

Your heart felt like it was going to give out as you sat down next to Nancy whom you shared your first class with. Your hands were shaking as you got out your pencil and flipped to the right page in your notebook. “Are you ok?” You heard Nancy ask and you turned to look at her. You nodded your head, “Yeah, I’ll tell you what happened later,” you told her and she looked at you in curiosity. “Is it bad?” she asked. “Depends on what the outcome will be,” you said and tried to give her your best smile. She raised her brow and just before she could ask another question the teacher walked in. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and did your best to pay attention.

All you could think about was how things would end. It could end in bliss or utter tragedy, and you were doing your best to cling to the former. Though you didn’t want to get your hopes up, plus you knew he might not know it was you. Although he’s most definitely smart enough to figure it out, and that was what you were scared of.

The class ended and you gathered your things before walking out with Nancy. “So are you gonna tell me?” she asked with a smile. “Ok, c’mere,” you said just as Robin walked over to you. You sighed heavily as she followed you to the bathroom. You locked the door behind you, “What’s going on?” Nancy asked. “She’s telling Eddie how she feels today,” Robin blurted out and you placed your head in your hands. “Robin,” you scolded. “Sorry,” she said. Nancy looked at you with a sly smile. “Finally, when are you gonna do it?” She asked. “I wrote a note and I slipped it into his locker before class,” you said as your cheeks burned. You shut your eyes and shook your head, realizing how silly it sounded. “You’re kidding me! You cop out!” Robin exclaimed. “Shut up Robin,” Nancy said and smacked her shoulder. “I didn’t know how else to do it, I got scared last night so I decided to do it that way,” you said and wrung your hands nervously.

“It’s not a cop-out, at least I’m telling him,” you shot back at Robin. “How did you sign it?” Nancy asked. “I might’ve just put my initials,” you said and screwed your eyes shut. “(y/n), what? He might not even know it’s you,” Nancy said in shock. “I know, I know, but he’s smart enough to figure it out I’m sure,” you tried to rationalize it. “Are you sure?” Robin asked. You pinched the bridge of your nose, “Yes, Robin. I’m sure, he’s much smarter than you may think,” you said and sighed. “Whatever you say, but I’m giving him hints,” she said and your eyes widened. “No, no you’re not,” you said eagerly. “C’mon we can drop small hints here and there,” Nancy said, trying to convince you that it was ok. “Whatever, I know I can’t stop you. So, fine, do what you want just don't outright say it ok?” you asked tiredly. “Deal,” They both said.

You unlocked the door and walked out. Just across the hall was Eddie’s locker and there he stood with your letter in hand. You stopped in your tracks, and the girls looked at you strangely. They looked in the direction you were looking and smirked.

“I have to go,” you said and tried to move away but Robin kept you in place. “We have to see his reaction to it,” She said quietly. “You can do that by yourselves,” you said and went to walk away again. “Fine, but we’re telling you all about it at lunch,” Nancy said and you sighed before practically jogging away.

“He looks confused,” Robin said and Nancy chuckled. “Yeah, he kind of does,” she said as they tried to inconspicuously watch him. As soon as the confusion came it went and was replaced by a small smile. He let out a soft laugh before slipping the note into his pocket. “Oh my gosh, he’s keeping it,” Robin said excitedly as she grabbed Nancy's arm. “Do you think he’ll figure it out?” Robin asked Nancy, “I don’t have a doubt honestly,” Nancy replied. “Really?” Robin asked as they walked down the hall to their next class. “He’ll figure it out quick, especially with how she’ll act around him,” She said and Robin nodded. “True,” she agreed. “I can’t wait to tell her he kept it,” Robin said before they both entered the classroom.

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Eddie walked into school that day no later than usual. And as usual, he looked forward to seeing you in the few classes you shared. See he had had a crush on you for about a year and was just too scared to tell you how he felt. He thought you were too good for him, and honestly believed you’d never see him that way.

He got to his locker as students began to flood the halls after the first period. He sighed as he opened his locker already ready to see you and ditch. He knew he couldn’t though especially since he needed to graduate this year.

He noticed a piece of paper flutter out of the locker and onto the floor. His brows furrowed in confusion as he picked it up. His confusion furthered as he saw his name on the envelope accompanied by a heart. “What the hell is this?” he muttered to himself as he turned it over to open it.

The envelope was finally unsealed and he reached for its contents. He pulled the letter out and unfolded it. Your neat handwriting was splayed across the page.

“Dear Eddie,

I know this is a bit weird, but I think you’re so cute and cool by the way. You’ve always been so sweet to me, and I’ve kind of loved you for forever. I’m not sure when it happened, but one day I looked at you and it felt like everything fell into place. You’re not a freak, you just stand out in the best way possible and I just thought you should know that I think you’re really special and you should too. See you around,

Love, (f/i) (l/i).”

His eyes brightened as he read your words, and he felt his chest grow warm at the sweet confession.

He glanced around the halls trying to find a glimpse of who wrote it. He had no idea where you were and it honestly made him giddy. He couldn’t wait to find you, of course, he read your initials and was mentally ticking people off his list of who he knew.

He reread the note over again and let out a soft laugh before shaking his head and slipping the paper into his pocket.

He thought the handwriting looked familiar but he couldn’t place the name. Little did he know, he had a handful of the notes you wrote for him from your English Lit class that he tended to ditch more often than not.

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You walked into the cafeteria, your eyes falling on Eddie and a blush blossomed on your cheeks.

Eddie felt eyes on him and looked over to see your soft gaze on him. He smiled and waved at you, your eyes widened and you smiled back before sending him a wave too.

He thought you looked adorable.

You wore a green and blue striped turtle neck, your light wash jeans that you had painted flowers on the back pockets of and your favorite pair of converse. You had your signature butterfly necklace on and your grandmother’s ring she had given you on your first day of high school. You wore it every day since then and now you were a senior.

He watched you turn away and smiled at the flowers on your back pockets, before he could stop himself he spoke up. “Hey, (y/n)!” he called loud enough for you to hear. Your head whipped around and you noticed him waving you over. You turned to look at Nancy and Robin in a panic. They smiled and waved you off excitedly.

You quietly made your way through the crowds and finally approached the table. “Hi, guys,” you said softly. Eddie smiled at you and patted the seat next to him. “You wanna sit?” he asked. “Um, yeah sure,” you said nervously and seated yourself next to him. “How is the lovely lady today?” He asked with a big grin. You blushed and looked away. “I’m just fine, how are you?” you asked and looked up at him. “I’m doing great right now, thanks for asking Sweetheart,” he said happily. “You seem extra happy today,” you said silently hoping it was because of your letter. “Well, I found a lovely note in my locker this morning, and I am dying to figure out who it’s from,” he admitted to you. “Oh really, that’s cool, I hope you find out who wrote it,” you said and drew patterns on the tabletop. “You ok?” he asked and reached a hand up to brush the hair away from your face. You felt your heart stop and your breath hitch in your throat. “Yeah-yeah, no I’m-I’m fine,” you stuttered over your words. “You can talk to me,” he said and you could see the earnestness in his brown eyes. “I’m ok, I promise,” you said with a small smile.

“Do you want to see it? Maybe you can help me figure out who it is?” he asked and you felt your stomach turn. “Oh, um, ok,” you agreed and sat up a bit. He grinned widely and took the note from his pocket and handed it over to you. You unfolded it and reread what you had written. You fought the urge to cringe at what you had written. Though you saw it this morning it seemed a little more cringy now that he had seen it. “See the initials, I’m still trying to work through people I know,” he said as he watched your expression closely. You let out a soft laugh, well whoever it is definitely likes you don’t they?” you asked nervously. “Apparently so,” he said and shrugged a bit.

He looked at you and suddenly something clicked in his mind. Was he really that dense? He looked at the initials and looked back at you. You, of course, had the same initials. “Can you think of anyone?” he asked, curious as to if you would admit it was you. He knew that handwriting. It was yours, he remembered how you interchanged cursive and print.

“I can’t think of anyone off the top of my head right now, but if I think of someone I’ll let you know,” you said and handed the letter back,” he sighed slightly. “Alright, well thanks,” he said and you smiled softly and gave him a nod. “Huh, you have the same first initial,” he said, trying to coax it out of you. He noticed you freeze up a bit and he tried to bite back a smile. Before anything could be said the bell rang. He saw you let out a sigh as you grabbed your things. “Hey, wait up. We can walk to class together,” he said and stood up with you. “Oh-oh, ok,” you said nervously and he smiled brightly at you. You couldn’t help but smile back, his joy just seemed to be contagious and that was one of the many things you loved about him.

Before you could pick up your bag he had it in his hand. “I’ll carry this for you,” he said. “You really don’t have to,” you said, a blush still ever-present on your cheeks. “I want to,” he said and tossed an arm around your shoulder. You felt a heat pool in your chest as the weight of his arm draped around your shoulders. It was a comforting weight, and you couldn’t help but lean into it. He noticed you relaxed and smiled down at you. “Thank you,” you said and looked up at him with a small grateful smile on your face.

“Do you need a ride home today?” he asked and you felt your heart hammer against your chest. “You don’t have to, I can just catch a ride with Robin and Nancy,” you said. “Doesn’t Robin have to go to work, and Nancy usually stays for the paper right?” he asked and you cursed in your mind. “Right yeah, slipped my mind,” you said and tried to laugh it off. “No pressure ok,” he said and you just nodded. You thought of what Nancy and Robin would say and you decided that you were just gonna do it. “I would appreciate it,” you said and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “Then it’s settled, I promise I’ll get you home safe and sound,” he said and you shook your head with a small laugh. “I didn’t have a doubt that you would,” you said and felt him squeeze your shoulders. You were just lucky that you had the day off.

You walked into the classroom and went to take your seats in the back as usual. “Don’t think I’ve been this early to this class,” he admitted and you laughed. “Well there’s a first time for everything isn’t there?” you asked and looked over at him to see he was already looking at you. “Yeah, I guess there is,” he said.

The class had begun and you would whisper to each other now and then. He would make quiet jokes and you would have to hide a giggle behind your hand. In some weird way, you felt closer to him that day. You didn’t know if it was because you finally confessed or because he was making even more of an effort to get you out of your shell.

Suddenly a note was slid onto your desk and you smiled when you saw the messy script.

“Are you bored?” it asked and you smiled in amusement. “In this class? Always,” you wrote back and sent it over to him. He looked at the note and looked at your handwriting and immediately it was confirmed for him. The note was from you.

He chuckled softly. “What’s your favorite flower?” he wrote down. You almost let out a laugh at the question he already knew the answer to. “It’s (y/f/f). I thought you knew that?” you wrote back. He smiled. “Oh, I did. Just thought I’d make sure,” he said and mentally cheered that his memory was correct. He made sure to store that away for later. He had an idea, and would it take him ditching a class or two? Yes, but for you, it was worth it.

The class ended and you gathered your things. Once again Eddie took your bag for you and tossed his arm around your shoulders. “You almost made me laugh way too loud, you know that right? I could’ve gotten in trouble,” you said and playfully smacked his chest. He laughed and tossed his head back.

You admired him and it seemed that a never ceasing smile had made its way to your face. “I just love your laugh so much,” he said and you blushed brightly. “C’mon, don’t joke around,” you said with a small smile. “I’m not joking. I could listen to it for the rest of my life,” he said and you felt butterflies in your stomach.

“Don’t seem so surprised, you have a nice laugh,” he said and you just leaned into him. He rubbed his hand up and down your arm.

You got to your English Lit class and he handed your bag over to you. “I’m ditching the last 2 classes you wanna come?” he asked with a mischievous grin. You shook your head and laughed. “I think I’ll stay Eds, I’ll take notes for you though ok?” you said and smiled at him. “Thanks, you really are the best,” he said and you chuckled again. “I try,” you said and he laughed. “I’ll see you after school ok,” he said and you nodded. Feeling emboldened by your time with him you wrapped your arms around him in a hug. He was startled for a few seconds before reciprocating. He could smell your perfume, and your shampoo smelled of Eucalyptus and spearmint. He held you for a few more seconds before you let go. “Bye, Eds,” you said and waved before walking into the classroom.

He stood outside the classroom for a few more seconds with a big grin and soft blush on his cheeks. He never thought he would get to experience this, but it was happening and he was damn sure he was gonna make it permanent.

He made his way out the doors and to his van as quickly as possible. The destination he set was for Bradley’s Big Buy. He remembered that they sold flowers there and he was determined to find your favorite flower. He would go anywhere to find it before school let out.

He scrambled out of the car and into the store immediately making his way to the flowers. He looked everywhere for them, even asked for help but they weren’t there. He sighed and dragged a hand down his face in frustration.

“You could probably find them at the flower shop around the corner honey,” the kind older woman told him. He looked at her with hope in his eyes. “Really?” he asked. “Yes, I’m sure,” she said with a smile. “Thank you so much,” he said in a rush as he headed for the exit.

Making his way to the van he checked his watch to see that he had about 20 minutes until he had to be back at the school. “Shit, this better be quick,” he mumbled as he put the car in gear and pulled out of the parking lot. He did as he was told and went around the corner, keeping his eye out for the little shop. He saw the sign and quickly parked.

He entered the shop and was immediately hit with the scent of all things floral. Roses, tulips, chrysanthemums, and lilies. Everywhere he looked there were bunches and bouquets of flowers. He sighed heavily before deciding it was best to ask the woman at the counter.

He stood out in the midst of all the flowers, and it was almost funny. The woman looked at him and smiled, “Hi, may I help you?” she asked. “Um, Yeah. I was-uh-I was wondering if you guys have (y/f/f)’s?” He asked a bit awkwardly. She smiled under the impression he was, of course, asking for a girl.

“We do, they’re right over here. Would you like help choosing?” she asked nicely, maneuvering around the counter to guide him.

“That would be great honestly,” he answered and she let out a soft laugh.

She walked him through all of the different selections and arrangements. There on the second shelf was a small bouquet with a perfect ratio of (y/f/f) and other ones he didn’t know the names of. The woman saw him staring at it and smiled brightly. “Do you want that one?” she asked and picked it up. “It’s perfect, for her,” he mumbles under his breath, and the woman swears she felt her heart melt. She remembered what it felt like when she was first with her husband.

She could see the look in his eyes and it reminded her of how she looked at her husband even now after all these years.

“You can have them,” she said with a large smile on her face. “What?” he asked in surprise. “You can have them. Free of charge. I remember what it’s like to fall in love. I’m sure she’ll love them,” she said and he looked at her with wide eyes. A grateful smile graced his lips, “Thank you so much, really. I appreciate it,” he said and she waved him off. “No need to thank me, no why don’t you go give them to her,” she said and handed them over to him. He took them and admired them for a few seconds. He looked at his watch and saw that he had about 5 minutes to get back to the school. He waved at the woman and thanked her once again before rushing out of the shop.

Eddie scrambled to his locker to find a piece of paper. He found a barely used notebook and grabbed a pen. He quickly scribbled what he wanted to say on the paper before slipping it into your locker and going to wait out in the parking lot for you.

You stepped out of the classroom, letting out a sigh of relief at the fact that it was the end of the day. You walked to your locker and put in the combination. The door swung open and out slipped a piece of paper. Your eyes followed it as it fell to the floor and you swiftly bent down to pick it up. It was folded up and had your name on the front with a messily drawn heart next to it. Your breath hitched in your throat as you came to the realization that Eddie must have figured it out. You felt your heart hammer against your chest as you unfolded the lined paper.

“Dear (y/n),

I’m not great with words, but I thought that if we’re confessing right now, then I might as well write a letter too. I think that you’re beautiful and so smart. You, Sweetheart, have captured this heart and honestly, I can’t remember a time that I didn’t love you. And if it’s ok with you, I’d like to love for as long as you’ll let me.

I’ll see you after class,

-Eddie”

You read the note with a big smile on your face You chuckled and shook your head, he really was the sweetest. You never could understand why he underestimated himself because he was one of the smartest people you’d ever met. And contrary to his belief he was better with words than you’d ever be.

A giddiness built up in your chest at the thought of him returning your feelings. Grabbing what you needed from your locker you closed it up again and took a deep breath before heading to the exit. The letter sat in your flower-covered pocket. Robin and Nancy walked over to you. “We haven’t seen you all day, what’s going on?” Robin asked. “I’ll tell you guys later tonight, I’ve got to go,” you said and gave them a wave and a big smile as you walked out the doors. They looked at each other and nodded both agreeing that they needed to see what was going on. They followed you to the doors and mingled amongst the fleeting crowds of students. They watched as you quickly made your way across the parking lot. Eddie leaned against his van with a small bouquet of your favorite flowers. “Oh my god,” Robin breathed out. “It worked,” Nancy said with a smile growing on her face. “I can’t wait to tell Steve,” Robin said and let out a chuckle.

Your head was down, trying to hide the blush on your aching cheeks, hurting from smiling so much. You looked up to see him smiling at you, he could tell you were blushing and it made him smile more. You stopped in front of him and he could tell how happy you were, and it warmed his heart that he could make you feel that way.

“Hey Sweetheart,” he said, “Hey Eds,” you said and he chuckled at how shy you were being. “I got these for you, I know you like (y/f/f) so I thought you might want some,” he said and you laughed softly. “I love them, thank you,” you said and took them from him holding them close to your heart. “When did you figure it out?” you asked slowly becoming more comfortable than shy. “Lunch, plus I remembered your handwriting switching from print to cursive in the middle of words,” he said and you shut your eyes and shook your head. “I have got to get that under control,” you said to yourself and he laughed. “I don’t know, I think it’s pretty cute,” he said and you giggled. “It’s really special,” he spoke again and you smiled. You remembered what you had written. “Yeah, well, as you know I think you’re pretty special,” you said and tapped him on the chest with flowers. “Just so you know, I’m pretty sure you’re the only one who thinks I’m cool,” he told you and you shook your head. “No way, the boys think you’re the coolest person alive, I swear,” you said and chuckled. “Sure,” he said sarcastically and looked away fighting a grin.

“I’m very sure,” you said and tilted your head and raised a brow. “Very sure?” he asked and took a step closer to you. “Very, very sure,” you said softly and looked up at him. “Well, I’m very very sure that you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met,” he said and reached his hand up to push your hair away from your face. He took the flowers from your hand and set them on the hood. Turning back to you he tentatively placed his hands on your waist, giving you space to pull away.

You did the exact opposite and stepped forward and softly placed your hands on his face. He smiled down at you and held you tighter. Leaning down he stopped just before letting his lips touch yours. “I love you by the way,” he whispered before placing his lips on yours. You smiled into the kiss before completely melting into it. You let your hand move from his face to the back of his neck lightly pulling him closer. You could feel his arms wind around you and his curls softly tickled your cheeks. He pulled away slightly and smiled down at you, “If you couldn’t tell. I love you too,” you breathed out and he let out a breathless chuckle. “I think I may need one more kiss to believe you,” he smirked at you and you rolled your eyes before bringing him back into a short-lived but oh-so-sweet kiss. He gently lifted you off of your feet, you let out a surprised yelp and held onto him tightly. You chuckled when he set you down and placed a soft kiss on your cheek.

“I think we have stalkers,” he whispered to you and your brows furrowed. He pointed behind you and you turned around to see Robin and Nancy staring. They realized they had been caught and tried to look away but it was too late. You pinched the bridge of your nose, “of course, it’s them. They’re so nosey,” you shook your head. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder. “I think they just care,” he said and you smiled over at him. “Sometimes they go a bit overboard, but I love them,” you said and rested your forehead against his temple. You glanced to the side and noticed the boys looking too. “Looks like we’ve got some stalkers,” you joked and he turned to see the boys looking. He flipped them off and you chuckled. “You love them,” you said and kissed his cheek. “They can’t know that,” he joked and you chuckled. “But they definitely do,” you teased and he poked your side. You jumped and he laughed. “You’re probably right, but not as much as I love you,” he said and you smiled brightly. “I love you too Eds,” you said and he kissed your head. “How about we go and watch some movies at my place?” he asked and you nodded. “That sounds great,” you said and you grabbed the flowers before he opened the door for you. “Can we kiss at stoplights?” he asked with a sly grin. “If you put on your seatbelt, then yes, yes we can,” you said and he sighed. “Alright, I’ll obey the law. Just for you,” he said and buckled his seatbelt. You laughed and he admired you with your eyes closed and your head was thrown back. “Every stoplight?” he asked and you chuckled again. “Every stoplight,” you confirmed and picked up his hand to kiss it.

And as promised you kissed at every stoplight.

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