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Oh sista you ate baaaaad with Don Julio even tho we all know none of us needed liquor help when it comes to that man, I am wide open sober papacito ya tú sabes 🥵🤤

Don Julio 2

Best friends brother!Rio x f!black!OC (Honey)

Word count: 3.5k

Content Warning: 18+, smut under your fingernails, p in v, creampie (bcus I have a serious problem atp), two dummies who think no one notices they’re into each other, a bit of flirting, oral (f receiving), we are in missionary today, Rio wears rings 🙃 :)

Lmk if I’m missing any idk I probably am

A/N: surprise, the Rio girlies get fed even though I don’t like this, some parts suck in my opinion but I hate everything I write so what’s new. Not proofread sorry

Suddenly she was so... aware of him, of every molecule and particle that created his form. Now, she notices his hands and the copious amount of rings he wore, how large and wide his palms were and how slender and long his fingers suddenly seemed. She took a swig from her can of Twisted Tea as she sat around one of the tables in their family's backyard. She didn't want to be here, it was too weird for her, but it was his birthday party. She'd been to all of his parties since they were kids and she figured the lack of her presence would be obvious.

She kept her distance though, only saying 'Happy birthday' and 'Here's your gift' when she arrived about two hours ago and hadn't said anything else to him since. But she couldn't keep her eyes off of him, the fantasies of what could've possibly happened that night haunt he in a pleasant way, but she just adored him from afar. Paying extra attention to whom he was talking to.

Vera.

She's a beautiful woman, Honey could give her that, she is probably the same age as him too. She'd been around the neighbourhood long ago but moved and would once in a while return home to visit. She raised her eyebrows, her eyes narrow as she attempted to read Vera's lips to know what they were discussing but she couldn't make out anything, this weird pang in her chest— possibly a smidge of jealousy, was an unnecessary and stupid feeling. She sighs and shifts her eyes to Cherry who had seemingly been watching her the whole time. Honey smiles innocently as if she hadn't just been ogling her brother for ten minutes. Cherry nods to the house, letting Honey know to meet her inside.

Honey excused herself from the table and waltzed her way in through the back door that led straight into their big kitchen, a few family members-- mostly men, were inside the living room watching football. Cherry cleared her throat, her way of announcing she was in the room. Honey spun on her heels and beamed. "What's up?"

"Nothing, I just need help bringing some more drinks out."

She shrugs and they both head down to the basement and to the wall where various boxes of liquor, both strong and light, were propped up. She reaches for the Corona's and the Smirnoff's able to hold one of each. "Can you believe Vera's here? I swear that woman gets prettier with age." Cherry states and there's that kink in her chest again. Honey nods, afraid that if she mutters anything she'll give away the jealousy but her friend continues with; "I wonder if they've been hooking up." She reaches for more Twisted Teas and two boxes of White Claw's mostly for her consumption. Honey swallows and looks at her shoes. "What makes you think that?"

She smirks. "I went into his room, just to steal one of his sweaters, and I saw something pink under his bed,"

Oh god.

"I didn't touch it but I'm assuming they were some panties."

One of the boxes slipped from Honey's hands and crashed to the floor, it popped open and all the cans of Twisted Tea rolled in their own directions. Cherry chuckled. "Are you good?"

"Yeah... yeah, I just— sorry." She stammered, she squats down to pick up those that fell in front of her while her friend grabbed the scattered ones. "Here, take this box and I'll hold some of the cans." She says and they switch. Honey feels like she can't even look her friend in the eye, her cheeks feeling warm and if she was any lighter she'd be as red as a stoplight. They head back upstairs where they meet the birthday boy in the kitchen with his head in the fridge. "What do you want now?" Cherry asks with fake annoyance. He pops up and straightens his posture just like he did when he was younger getting caught doing something bad. "Came lookin' for some more drinks." He says pointing to the boxes, his eyes locked with Honey's and she swore she lost her balance for a split second.

Her face only getting hotter, he was a continuous reminder of that Sunday morning. Cherry raised her eyebrows as her eyes played ping-pong between the two, the silence was awkward and making her uncomfortable. She'd never seen the two be this strange. She dropped the cans and the box of drinks onto the counter, hard enough that the sound would snap the two out of whatever unearthly trance this was. Honey and Rio broke their staring contest, eyes bouncing off in different directions. He helped the two put the drinks in the cooler, he had a spliff tucked behind his ear, and he took it down offering it to his sister. She dismisses him and says she has to find their father, so she leaves the two alone, Rio puts the spliff between his lips and cups the free end with his hand, with his other hand he flicks the lighter and the small flame transfers over to the paper, burning it along with the kush.

Honey just watches him from the corner of her eye when he looks up she darts her eyes forward and begins to sway from side to side. He looks over at her. "Still don't smoke?"

"I do," She lied. "Occasionally." She didn't know why she fibbed, she just did. He chuckles calling her bluff and in some strange urge to prove to her friends older that she is mature enough to smoke, she takes it from him and inhales, she holds it and chokes once before coughing embarrassingly loud. He chuckles and takes the spliff from her, he pats her back but it is no help as she continuously coughs. Now it's becoming concerning. He puts the (still) lit spliff behind his ear and ushers her back inside in hopes of getting her some water.

"I-I'm fine, I sw- cough- I swear."

"Yeah fucking right, mama." He coos grabbing her a bottle from the fridge making sure he opens it for her before handing it to her. Honey tips her head back as she downs the bottle in desperate relief. She comes up for air and sighs with contentment. "Better?" He asks.

"Mhm." She nods and suddenly realizes they're both alone. In the house. In the kitchen. Honey clears her throat and opens her palm, a silent way of asking for the cap. He hands it to her and their fingers brush for a moment, she savours it, a shot of electricity running through her veins. He finds himself blushing and quickly retracts his hand, though he'd give anything to touch her soft skin again. "Thanks." She mutters. "Yeah."

There's that awkward silence and neither of them knows what to do. "Your fault anyway." She says under her breath with quick wit. "You're the one who knows you don't smoke. Why take it?"

"Why offer it to me?" She giggles, he takes it from behind his ear again and inhales as he lets her question sit in the air. He shrugs and blows the thin smoke away from her face. "Didn't think you'd take it."

Honey rolls her eyes. "You've always been like that." He responds. "Like what?" She asks. He shrugs and takes another drag. "What?" She repeats and he continues to serve her with silence. "Well, you've always been an asshole." Honey spits back, now it's his turn to roll his eyes. "Always been like that." She says mocking his words from earlier. They look at each other as the awkward silence becomes less so, it bleeds into a comfortable feeling with each other. Rio's eye quickly falls to her lips and back up to her and she catches it. She witnesses his want for her, dare she say it's a need. And between the head buzz of both kush and liquor his mask was faltering, the longer she stared the softer his features became for her.

"I need you to kiss me..." She whispers and trails off, the statement taking the both of them by surprise, he'd ask for reassurance but the slight desperation in her voice and the positiveness in her face were more than enough. Rio doesn't hesitate. He kisses her like his life depends on it and maybe it did. His hands cup her cheeks drawing her closer to him. Their bodies pressed against each other and the kiss quickly rose from slow and sweet to hot and steamy. She slides her hands under his shirt, her fingers dance along the warm skin of his smooth back. He licks her bottom lip as a response and she gladly invites him in. Honey feels herself stumbling back as their tongues fight in the name of lust, she finally hits the counter and is hoisted on top of it.

"Wait..." She mumbled but it fell on deaf ears as his lips met hers again, she moaned into the kiss and gently pushed him back. "Someone's gonna see us." She laughs breathlessly. It was a miracle no one did already. He wraps her legs around him and lifts her off the counter. "You sure about this?"

She nods and he carries her up the stairs while making sure the coast is clear. He takes her to his bedroom, the place where it all started, and closes the door and locks it. "How long do you think it'll be before anyone notices you gone?"

"Who would notice?"

She playfully flicks him against his temple. "You are the birthday boy remember?"

"Worry about it later." He huffed and before she could get another word out he shut her up with another kiss. His hands shift her dress up around her hips, the cold air of his room creates prickles against her mahogany skin. He rests her down on the bed, her back contacting the very soft comforter and the memorable mattress. The best damn sleep she ever had was on that thing. His lips travel to her jawline and along the side of her neck. She turns her head giving him more access to her sweet spot he so seemingly remembers.

Her toes curl at the teasing, the anticipation, for once she wanted to skip foreplay and just go straight to it. Her eyes flutter as he sucks on her supple skin in hopes he'd leave a mark, another thing to spark her memory of him. Honey softly moans when his fingertips play with the strings of her thong, pulling them down and exposing her wet and needy pussy. She gasps at the friction from the band of his boxers rubbing against her swelling clit. Her eyes wander the room and land on his doorknob, she squints and giggles. "What?"

"Are... are those my panties hanging from your door?" She snorts. He quickly turns his head and blushes. "Maybe."

"You want these too?"

"Don't tempt me." He says before attaching his lips to her neck once again. She lightly scratches at his back. and whines as her aching hole clenches around nothing. He finally undoes his jeans, and the sound of his belt hitting the floor only adds to the tension, she almost whimpers when his shirt is next to go and his body is on display for her and her only. Rio's hands waste no time caressing the back of her legs as he pushes them back, his eyes so fixated on her swollen sex, he places his thumb on top of her clit and rubs slow circles on her sensitive nub. She sighs with pleasure as her eyes close, his thumb soon trails down her slit collecting her slick.

His middle and ring fingers follow the same path before they find their way inside her. "Oh." Honey mewled as they planted themselves deeper, her eyes slowly rolled to the back of her skull when he started playing with her pussy. He pushed his fingers in and took them out at a languid pace. The sounds of her wet pussy squelching with every pump of his fingers erupted through the room, bouncing into his ears and running straight to his dick as if it couldn't get any harder. He had to make this quick before anyone got suspicious.

"I promise mama, next time I'll take real good care of you." Rio coos in her ear before pulling away and ridding himself of his pants and boxers.

Honey softly whines and clenches at the promise of a next time. She watched his painfully hard dick spring out and hit his lower abdomen with a hard this. Her eyes slightly widened as if was her first time seeing him. Wondering how she took all that. "You scared now?"

Honey sat up on her elbows and shook her head, she looked up at him through her fresh set of lashes. She slowly spreads her legs wider. His eyes fall between them and his tongue swipes his bottom lip. "Next time..." He softly repeats to himself as a reminder. "Next time..." He pulls her to the end of the bed and drops to his knees in front of her, he can't wait until next time. He just needed a little taste.

His head disappears between her thighs and she's greeted with the warmth of his tongue between her swollen lips she glitches at the contact but soon relaxes when a kiss is pressed against her clit before it was followed up with his tongue once more. Her eyelids fluttered. He was practically making out with her pussy, wet and sloppy sounds made themselves known-- thank goodness the music could drown them out. Gasps and whines leave her lips, her toes curl, her body rendering her powerless against his regime, especially when his thumb starts to tease her hole with small circles.

His hands ran over the back of her thighs and hooked in the space provided behind her knees. She's writhing under his touch, her hands gripping onto his sheets for dear life. "Oooooh, yeeeesss." She slurs lost in her pleasure.

Rio smiles at her continuous babbling, half the words he could barely make out himself. Honey's moans were going straight to his dick making him harder than ever it was almost painful. He, unwillingly, pulls away and she lets out a frustrated sigh. He smacks her thigh and shakes his head. "You're getting what you want, mama, relax. Yeah?"

He gives her no time to respond before he guides himself inside her heat, she's beyond wet and sticky, he knew he wouldn't last. Her back arches with every inch he puts inside her, she cries out as her hand quickly flies to his lower abdomen. "Fuck, wait..." She protests, swearing she can't take anymore.

"Honey, if you don't move that hand." His tone let her know it was a warning, she whines as she takes her hand back. Her jaw slacks so much it touches her chest, he's in and he's in deep. He retracts only a little bit before going in for more. He drives his hips into hers at a tantalizing rhythm. Honey's head falls onto the soft mattress, she lays there and all she can do is take what he's giving to her like a good girl.

A string of poetic and vulgar moans leave her system, telling him how big he is, how deep he is and how good he's making her feel. He can only respond with his grunts and praises, leaning over to bury his head in the crook of her neck, whispering some of the filthiest things she'd ever heard. "That pussy is soaking for me, huh? Guess it wasn't the Don Julio, after all, you fucking like this?"

All she can do is nod, the air from her lungs has been knocked out. The bed is rocking, creaking to the beat of his strokes, the small fear of being caught or heard had dissipated and her sole focus was on the man on top of her. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Her nails dig into his flesh while his teeth graze over her neck, his tongue gracing the same area. Rio pounded into her until he felt her tighten around him, he looked at her to catch her love faces. The way her jaw drops and her eyes roll to the back of her head, her eyelids fluttering from the intense pleasure and the euphoric feeling. And he just keeps going. Dragging it out, making sure she lets out everything. All of it. But she can't take it anymore, it feels good but she's so sensitive from the explosive orgasm, that her hand goes back to his lower abdomen.

And Honey gasps out of shock when her hands are suddenly pinned to the bed and above her head. "I told you to move your fucking hand didn't I?"

"Fuck! Baby, I can't take it." She pleads. "But you took it so well last time mama. I remember it."

Her eyes gloss over. "Telling me you don't remember? The way you kept asking me, begging me for more. For me to go deeper, for me to fill you up all the way."

She nods lazily, though she can barely tell what she's agreeing with. "Yeah? So, you can take it. Look how well you're doing right now."

Rio mumbles into her neck, he lets go of her hands and they immediately hug around his neck. "There she is." Her heels dig into his lower back, she wanted it deeper if it was possible. "Fuck me, please." She whines and it's barely a whisper. He pushes himself deep and stills his hips. "You asked so nicely darlin'." He rasps.

She's pinned between his body and the mattress, she could feel a devilish smirk against her skin before he isolates his hips— rotating them sloooowly. He's losing it too, just trying to keep his cool but he was at his tipping point. His tip nudging against her g-spot and her lush walls contracting around him. "You wanna cum baby?" She whispers and now it's his turn to nod as he loses his words. "You can cum inside me." She purrs feeling another orgasm pulling through. Rio plunged into her, she's coating him with her sticky pleasure. He stills once more and soon he's pouring everything into her, she giggles lazily. "Mmm, so warm."

He chuckled and shook his head planting a passionate kiss on her cheek. And they lay like that for a while, vibing in their post-coital glow— sweaty, hot and satisfied.

But as time passes they realize they have to go back before anyone truly notices anything. He cleans her up and himself and then begins to get dressed, in silence, which feels awkward. Neither of them knew what to say.

After they get dressed, Rio sneaks out first just in case anyone is inside the house— especially on the lookout for his sister but when he confirms the coast is clear he knocks on the door twice to let Honey know they are fine. The small action causes her to smile to herself. "I have to fix my hair." She softly says and hears a muffled, "Take your time, baby."

Her heart leaps and the little girl inside her begins to glow which causes her cheeks to heat up and if she were any lighter she'd look like a tomato.

After making sure she looked decent she creeps out of his room and closes the door quietly, but as she heads to the top of the steps she hears, "Honey?"

You've got to be kidding.

She quickly spins on her heels and smiles, seeing Cherry in the door frame of the bathroom, she reaches to turn off the light and crosses her arms right after.

"Hi, Cherry."

Her friend's eyes dart between her and the bedroom door. "What are you doing in Rio's room?"

Honey's throat had suddenly run dry and her brain had flushed all the excuses in the world. She had nothing to say. What could she say? It wouldn't be believable regardless. Her mouth opened with the incentive to speak but nothing but croaks of awkwardness.

"Are you-"

"Honey!" A sudden call comes from downstairs. It's Rio looking up at them from the first floor. "Have you seen- oh there she is. Honey and I were looking for you. Bring your big heads downstairs I'm cutting the cake."

She could feel a bead of sweat forming at her hairline. "I'm getting the second slice!" Honey childishly announces bolting down the stairs. "No! I am!" Cherry follows suit and they both bolt down the stairs. Honey slows down allowing her friend to pass her. She squeezes his arm as a silent thank you and he nods at her.

Everyone is outside and gathered around the table waiting for the three of them to arrive. Cherry and Honey stand with the birthday boy as their mom lights the candles.

"One... two... three."

They begin to sing, and while everyone is looking at him he can only pay attention to one person. Honey. She giggles and puts her head down trying to hide her ginormous smile. Everyone else was too busy singing to notice, but Cherry... oh Cherry noticed. Something was going on and she needed to find out.

Now.

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bloodynereid · 7 months

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Reapers & Ravens

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pairings: jordan li x oc

tw: canonical violence and gore, allusions/talk about sex, alcohol and drug consumption and misuse (i don't condone the actions of the characters so remember to drink wisely), A LOT of mentions of death, iffy morals?? - if there are any more pls lmk

description: the story of a girl. a girl cursed by compound v to live a life without touch.

a/n: hiii and welcome to the first chapter of my new fic. I haven't written a multi-chapter fic in a while so be patient with me. some little disclaimers: as of the moment of writing this chapter i have only seen the first 3 eps of gen v so if something doesn't work plot wise with future eps i will try to come back and change it, secondly i do not support chance perdomo's actions - i felt like this needed to be stated cause his character andre will be a prominent part of the story and i would change it but he literally is the only one that really makes sense in his role in vic's backstory. vic's wonderful roommate was created all thanks to one of my mutuals (not sure if you want me to mention you by name) so all credit goes to them for gemma. FINALLY i hope you enjoy! the second chapter should be out soon and i'm always open to feedback so lmk your thoughts either in the comments or in an ask. love you and ty for taking the time to read my fic - my a/n will not be this long all the time i promise.

19 years ago…

A little girl lay peacefully in her wooden cot, the walls surrounding her were painted in a beautiful pastel lilac and a snowflake mobile lay spinning above her little head. The night was serene, the wind rustled the leaves of the great oak outside the girl’s window and a soft lullaby was echoing through the room.

The girl’s mother smiled down at her perfect bundle of joy as she laid the pads of her fingers right against the soft silky skin of her daughter’s hand. Everything was perfect for another few seconds before the mother started to feel herself fade away. She deliriously looked down at her hand where she suddenly saw her skin going gray.

The baby’s eyes flew open and she let out a happy gurgle as her mother started to wither away in front of her just because she held her daughter’s little hand.

“I love you my darling girl.” Were the last words that came out of the mother’s mouth before her soul was taken far far away. Too far for her daughter to follow.

The second that the tingly feeling that the baby experienced faded away she let out a loud cry. Her mama wasn’t moving and she looked all wrong. The little girl cried and cried and cried until finally the door to her nursery flew open.

Her papa filled the doorway as he let out a horrified gasp before kneeling next to his wife. His dead wife.

“Victoria, what have you done?”

Present Day…

I pressed skip to the song playing on my phone and shifted my gaze to the flashing scenery, music resonating through my headphones as I was being driven to Godolkin. It was absolutely insane that I was actually doing it. I was actually going to GodU. The whole situation just felt so unreal. Distantly I heard a voice calling out so with practiced precision I moved my headphones away from my ears.

“Sorry, could you repeat that?”

“Of course Miss. I was just saying that we’re nearly there.”

“Ok thanks Rob.”

I sent him a smile and replaced my headphones before taking a moment to examine my newest pair of gloves, the carefully crafted design on top of the white leather made me smile. Dad didn’t really pay that much attention to me ever since the incident™ but at least he seemed proud of me for getting into GodU. He had gifted me these gloves after stuttering out that they had once belonged to my mother.

I promised myself that I would try to wear them as much as possible since I barely had anything to remember her by anymore… other than the power my parents decided to inject me with. Life-force absorption isn’t all that common, as my relatives put it: ‘those powers… they’re a curse!’

Everything that touches me dies basically. It’s how my mother died and it’s how I kill plants and sometimes people (by accident I swear). I absorb their energy and it sort of works like a drug - I get a shot of life. Other people aren’t so lucky, they slowly turn into a gray statue and die.

Sometimes I’m able to stop before they're totally gone but with the potency of my powers they’re kaput by just 3 seconds of physical touch. I know it sucks, I can’t even shake hands for Christ’s sake!

“Miss? Miss?” I’m shaken out of my string of thoughts when I heard Rob’s voice echoing through the interior of the car.

“Yes yup sorry.” I took off my headphones and quickly shoved them into my canvas bag before looking out the window. There stood Godolkin University, the end goal of all my relentless studying and hard work.

“We have arrived. Are you okay Miss?”

“Yes I’m more than okay Rob. Thanks for driving me.”

“Of course, do you need any help with any of your boxes?” He asked as he unlocked the car and we both stepped out into the warm September air.

“It should be fine but thanks Rob really. I’ll see you at Christmas?”

“Definitely Miss Oaks, have a good semester.” He finished placing your 3 boxes and suitcase onto one of the many trolleys and sent me a smile.

“Thanks.” I gave him a little wave as he got back into the SUV and drove off. Turning to the big metal gates I took a deep breath to steady myself. Time for the start of the rest of my life.

Okay maybe I really should have asked Rob for help with these idiotic boxes. I’m a goddamn super hero. Why was I struggling so much with this? I was already regretting this as I walked past the Lamplighter School for Crimefighting, failing to push both the trolley and my suitcase.

“You look like you need some saving from a gracious prince.” I heard an eerily familiar voice as I looked up from my tortuous task. Andre Anderson. An old friend whose friendship was sort of forced on us by our dads, who happened to have been in the same class at Godolkin.

“Andre! Fucking hell I’m so glad to see you, please help me. I’m dying here.” I said dramatically as I sunk down to the ground next to all my stuff.

“You know you should consider majoring in Performing Arts if you keep up with that.” Andre said with a smirk but he still started to help by pulling my large suitcase towards the freshman dorms.

“Haha. You know I’ll be joining you at Crimefighting, my powers will probably render any makeup artist dead.”

“Oh please become an actress I would love to see that.” I narrowed my eyes at him and lightly punched him in the arm as he took a sip of his latte.

“Hey!”

“You deserved that.”

“Ok maybe I deserved that. So Vic, what are your first impressions?”

“It’s huge for one thing.”

“That’s what she said.” I rolled my eyes at his immature sense of humor before stealing the latte out of his hand and taking a sip, only to scrunch my face.

“What the fuck do you put in this? It’s literally pure sugar.”

“Hangover cure.” He said with a shrug as he stole the latte back. “You should come hang tonight. I can introduce you to everyone.”

“Mmh sure. I think you mean getting me into trouble.”

“When have I ever done something like that before?” Andre asked as his eyes twinkled.

“Oh just about every time I hang out with you.” Stopping in front of the freshman dorm room Andre looked at me and tried to make his usual puppy eyes.

“Please.”

“Fuck fine. You need to stop doing that.”

“Why? It works every single time.”

“I’ll see you later then?”

“Definitely, enjoy being around the freshers.” Andre gave me a military salute making me roll my eyes as I started dragging all my stuff into the building.

Weaving my way through a shitton of supes was way harder than I expected, at least I had a jacket on or a few of them would be very dead right now. Finally and by finally I mean, FINALLY I found my room, I clutched the handle of the door and pushed in when I realized I definitely had the wrong room. Two girls were already all set up in the room and swiveled to look at me weirdly.

“Uh hi? Shit I’m sorry, I'm in the wrong room.”

“Wait! Are you Victoria Oaks?” asked the shorter blonde one.

“Uh yes?”

“Holy shit I follow you on Insta hi! I’m Emma and this is Marie.”

“Oh cool hi.”

“I can’t believe you’re on the same floor as us. Want to go check out the Golden Boy’s workout? We’re going to head down in a few.” Right, okay, I should make friends. So time to compromise.

“Uh sure? What exactly would we be doing?”

“Oh you’ll see.” Emma says with a mischievous smile.

“Righttt that sounds incredibly ominous but I’ll see you in a few. I’ve got to go put down all my stuff.”

“Ok see you!” I smile and retreat back into the busy hallway but not before catching Marie’s remark.

“Who is she exactly?”

“DO YOU LIVE UNDER A ROCK?” Emma replied loudly, making me snort. Taking a deep breath I once again clutch the handle of the door across the hall and push it open to see a girl lying on the bed closest to the door. She smiles up at me and bounds over to the door in an instant.

“Hi! You must be Victoria. I’m Gemma, nice to meet you.” She says before extending her hand. I carefully move my gloved hand over to hers and shake it.

“Hi, it’s a pleasure to meet you too.” I took a moment to scan her appearance, she was absolutely stunning. Her red hair trailed down her shoulders and her smile seemed to light up the very room. “You’re so beautiful wow.”

“Aww thank you so much! You are absolutely stunning as well, like this blonde totally suits the whole vibe you give off.”

“Is it a good vibe?”

“Oh definitely.”

“Ok whew I was worried for a second there.” We start laughing and Gemma helps me sort out all my stuff in the huge boxes.

“Actually with the talk about appearances would it be okay if I ever shift into you? I love being able to get to know people more through their faces and stuff but only if you’re cool with it.”

“Shifting? You mean like shape shifting.” I ask as I look over to her curiously, picking up yet another pair of gloves which I placed on one of the shelves in the closet.

“Yup!”

“Oh I wouldn’t mind at all, that's such a cool power!” Her entire face brightened as her hair slowly started to shift and match the shade of my bleached one.

“Brilliant! Thank you. So… what’s your power?”

“Oh umm here let me show you.”

Carefully taking out one of my older plants out of the box I place it on the window sill and pull off my leather glove. Within just a few seconds of my fingertips placed on top of the delicate leaves the plant withered away and died. I could feel the zap of energy encase my being and I smiled. Life absorption feels incredible, it’s so encompassing. You quite literally feel full of life. For a second as I turned around I could see the blood and energy from Gemma’s cell move around her body but I shook off the stupor.

“Wow. Can you just do that with plants or?”

“Uh no people as well. Anything alive that touches my skin just dies.”

“So you can’t do human contact?”

“Nope, unless I want them dead.”

“What about sex?” I chuckled at her slightly incredulous tone.

“I think you need to reevaluate what you consider sex.”

“Oh okay wow” Gemma laughed and we continued to set up my plants on the windowsill and chatted about our favorite movies, surprisingly enough we had pretty different tastes but there were a few that we had in common - like our love for Clue. That was when we heard a knock on the door, Gemma looked at me with a clear question in her eyes.

“I met our dorm neighbors a few minutes ago and they invited me to go see Golden Boy train.”

“Ooo I’m so coming with you.” Gemma shifted her hair back to red and waltzed over to open the door as I finished placing my last plant pots.

“What’s the deal with his workout sessions anyway?” I ask as she pulls open the door to find Emma and Marie standing sort of awkwardly outside.

“Oh he’s like super hung, and when he blazes up his clothes all melt away.” Emma answers my question but when she catches sight of Gemma her jaw drops.

“Right, uh Marie and Emma meet my roommate Gemma.”

“Holy fuck you’re so hot.” Emma says, almost as if the words involuntarily jump out of her mouth.

“Why thank you, love, you are as well.” Gemma flashes her a dazzling smile.

“Alright then enough flirting. I have been promised to see some hot supes. Let’s go!” I exclaim as the little group makes their way towards the arena. Hanging back so I was walking next to Marie, we watched the two girls flirt.

“Oh that’s going to be very interesting. I don’t believe we’ve talked much yet, but I’m Vic. It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too. Emma gave me a full on lecture on why I should know who you are but I kind of zoned out halfway through.” I let out a laugh at her admission and gently nudged my shoulder with hers.

“Oh don’t worry, it’s kind of nice having someone who has no idea who I am or who my dad is.”

“I’m glad, everything is so…”

“A lot, I know. My dad homeschooled me for the last few years of high school so being among this many people, especially supes can be overwhelming. If you ever need to chat or just need someone to hang out with, I'm your girl.” Marie gave me a grateful smile, “So what are your supe powers?”

“Blood manipulation.” My eyebrows shot up and I looked at her with astonishment.

“Holy fuck that’s awesome. I basically drain the life force of any living being.”

“Really?”

“Yup so don’t touch my skin unless you’re covered up.” I throw up jazz hands to showcase my gloved hands which elicits a short laugh out of Marie.

“Got it. You’re really nice by the way. Everyone here seems so like aggressively in your face.”

“Yeah I know. I’ve had to live around supes my whole life, it really isn’t at all like Vought or the movies say.”

We finally arrive at the arena and I take a seat next to her, Emma is sitting next to Marie and Gemma is still trying and succeeding at flirting with the blonde. Leaning over the railing I peer out into the main arena and spy Andre making his rounds with the group.

“Yo Andre.” I scream out into the stadium making him turn around, trying to find me in the crowd. The people seated around us had now turned to look at me as I smiled down at him. He smiled back and tilted his head towards where Golden Boy and some other dude were gearing up to fight, inviting me to come down.

“You sure?”

“Yeah get down here.” I turn towards my new group of friends and say: “You guys okay if I go down?”

“Since when do you know Andre Anderson? You know what don’t answer that question go, go, go. Tell us everything when you get back.” Gemma and Emma urged me out of my seat as Marie kind of sat there awkwardly but with an encouraging smile on her face.

I carefully picked my way down the stands and vaulted over the fence to get over to the sidelines of the fight. I poke at Andre’s shoulder as I fall in next to him as I watch the fight playing out. Golden Boy was obviously winning and wow Luke Riordan really had some moves.

“Oh hey Vic. It’s earlier than I expected to see you.”

“Well I did want to honor you with my presence more than once today.” I sent him a sarcastic smile which made him respond by pushing my shoulder.

“Wow Andre I can’t believe you have more friends than us, I feel betrayed.” I turned to the source of the voice and there stood a beautiful blonde, who had a big smile on her face. Little butterflies exploded in my stomach - how was everyone so damn attractive?

“Cate, darling, I hate to break this to you like this but I have a lot more friends than just you guys.”

“Oh how will I live knowing this information?” Cate said with a dramatic gasp and pretended to faint into Andre’s arms. He just pushed her up and they stuck out their tongues at each other.

“You guys are going to be perfect for each other. Cate Dunlap meet Victoria Oaks.”

“Hi! Nice to meet you.” I say as I extend a gloved hand only to be met with a similarly gloved hand, only that it was covered in brown leather instead of white.

“Oh my god, your gloves! I love these designs, you have got to tell me where you get yours. My collection needs adding to.” She says excitedly as she quickly shakes my hand and turns it over to inspect the handiwork. We continue to nerd out about gloves as the fight finishes and Andre throws Golden Boy some clothes, before they head over to us.

“Hi sweetheart you did great out there,” Cate throws her arms around him and they make out for a few seconds as I kind stand there awkwardly with Andre.

“Do they usually do this?”

“Yes. There is so much PDA I’m surprised they haven’t had sex in front of us yet.” Andre’s voice was raised in volume a little at the end which caught the attention of the couple.

“Oh right, Luke meet my new best friend, this is Vic.” Cate said as fixed her now slightly messed up lipstick.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you Vic. Andre has told us a lot about you.”

I cringed but shook my head trying to forget about the many instances the idiot had nearly gotten us arrested and the one time he did.

“Yeah well, I hope it’s all nice things because any time I do spend with this guy somehow ends with us breaking a law.”

“Oh we can relate. I remember this one time…” We started making our way out of the arena as Luke started to recount one of the insane adventures that Andre managed to string them into. It felt nice to actually be part of a group again and it was easy. Way easier that I thought it would be.

After a few hours of touring the grounds and eating at Vought-a-Burger, I finally trudged back to my dorm absolutely exhausted. Not that it wasn’t great getting to know Cate, Andre and Luke but the whole day had absolutely drained me.

When I finally opened the door to my room I was surprised to find Emma sitting on top of Gemma’s bed reading some random fashion magazine.

“Uh Emma?”

The girl basically jumped out of her position on the bed and whirled to face me. Suddenly her entire body shifted and there stood Gemma, looking rather embarrassed with a sheepish smile on her face.

“Look, I asked her if I could change into her body! This wasn’t without consent and she’s just so stunning and it’s the-”

“Hey hey, Gem. Chill, I get it, you have a crush on our neighbor.” I smiled a little teasingly as I tried to reassure her. Thankfully Gemma’s panicked look faded and was replaced with a grateful smile.

“Sorry.”

“It’s all good, you guys would look great together.”

“Do you think that Emma might actually like me?”

“Oh Gem, I think anyone would be lucky to have you. From the few hours that I’ve known you, you're genuinely one of the sweetest people out there. And that’s saying something cause you’re also a supe.” I gave her a small smile before opening up my arms to signal for her to hug me. She flew into my grasp and I was careful not to let my exposed face anywhere near her.

“Thanks I needed this.”

“Hey I’m here anytime, just don't touch any skin.” I sent her a teasing smile when she finally pulled away. “How about we have a chill night in? There’s this new show I’ve been meaning to start.”

“Great! We can have our first girl’s night.”

“Fuck yeah! I’ll just get changed into my pajamas and grab some of my snacks from the stash.”

After spending the night doing absolutely nothing except watching Yellowjackets and raiding snacks from the vending machine after my relatively large stash ran out, Gemma and I woke up sugar hungover. Somehow we managed to make it down to the cafe and bought some coffee, which was thankfully enough to wake us up.

“So you heading over to Performing Arts?” I finally asked Gemma after the caffeine started to kick in.

“Yeah, Marie and Emma said they were going to meet me there as well so…”

“Can you believe we’re actually doing this?” I ask as we slowly walk out onto the common, I readjust my favorite pair of black gloves, knowing that if we were doing any sort of combat sessions at Crimefighting I would probably end up damaging my mom’s ones.

“Nope, it’s still surreal that I actually got accepted.”

“What are you talking about? You literally have some of the most interesting and versatile powers.”

“Yeah but I’m on scholarship, if that somehow falls through…” I smiled at her reassuringly as we stopped at the fork in the walk.

“Look you’re super fucking smart and you have more control over your power than most of the supes I know. Gem, you’re going to be great and never let anyone tell you otherwise.” Gemma smiled at me after she thanked me and we both went our separate ways - time to see what orientation was going to be like.

I navigated through the slew of students making their way through the halls of the Lamplighter School for Crimefighting when I suddenly bumped into someone. Thank whatever entity out there that I had just thrown out the remainder of my iced coffee.

“Shit sorry- Oh.” I caught the eye of the person I had bumped into as I helped them gather the assortment of books, all Brink’s for the looks of it.

“Right yeah, it’s fine just be more careful next time.” The person just kind of ran off after I helped them with the books. Strange and kind of rude but also so very attractive. I smiled at myself, if bumping into people meant getting to meet more enticing supes then this year was going to be incredible.

“Hey! Hey! Victoria. Vic. Vicky.” I finally stopped and turned to look at Andre who had been relentlessly pursuing me for the past few minutes. Orientation went well and I got to meet some of the other supes - mostly it was just for selfies but still.

“You know I hate when people call me that.”

“Well it was a last resort, you weren’t stopping.”

“You don’t think there may have been a reason behind that? Maybe my dad is dying and this is the last chance I get to hear his voice.” I remarked in an overly bored tone, I could already tell from Andre’s whole face that he was about to invite me to do something illegal… again.

“I know for a fact that isn’t real since it hasn’t been on any gossip sites-”

“Wait since when do you frequent gossip sites?” I ask incredulously as he somehow starts to lead me towards the opposite direction I was going in the first place.

“Not the point. You’re coming out with us tonight.”

“Do I get a say in the matter or?”

“Nope, go get changed into something hot and meet me in front of Lamplighter in half an hour.”

“Excuse you, but I always look hot. Thank you very much.” I say scoffing but we both know I’m silently agreeing with his plans - like always.

“Oh I know darling. Now hurry up.” He pushed me softly (as softly as a supe could push someone) and I made my way to my dorm.

“Hey Gem. Good day?” I said as I threw my bag on the bed and started to look through my outfits, I needed something that would cover all exposed skin - I really didn’t need another incidental death on my roster.

“Yup! We really should plan out more ways to- wait what are you looking for?”

“Andre invited me out with his friends you’re welcome to come if you want.”

“Nope it’s okay. I’ve got some auditions I need to tape.” She said with a smile.

“You sure?”

“Yeah I’m not really in the mood for partying tonight, orientation was a lot.”

“Tell me about it. You can use my bedroom if you need any extra space by the way.” I shouted out from behind the wall as I laid out the different materials that made up my outfits - it was a mismatch of blacks, whites and reds. Cute.

“Thank you! Holy shit you look fucking incredible.” Gemma remarked as I walked back into her bedroom now wearing my going out outfit.

“Why thank you. I haven’t been out clubbing for a while so I thought it would be best to go big.”

“Always the best choice. Make sure you don’t get too smashed okay?”

“I will try. Byeee.” Her laughter echoes into the hallway and the door shuts behind me. I flash the security guard a smile before leaving the freshman dorm building and making my way to the Crimefighting school.

“Oh god please don’t tell me Andre has dragged you into one of his schemes.” I say when I catch sight of Marie standing next to Cate, Luke, Andre and someone I had a vague inkling that I’ve met before.

“Vic! You came!” Cate smiled and pulled me into a little hug when I was close enough to the group.

“Hi guys.” I said with a smile before turning to the stranger of the group. “I don’t believe we’ve met yet, I’m Victoria.”

“We have actually, I’m Jordan. You bumped into me this morning.” A giddy smile slowly spread out over my face.

“Oh right, you were the hot and mysterious person I nearly killed this morning. Pleasure to meet you.” A dusting of blush appeared on their face and we held eye contact which was annoyingly broken by Andre’s screech of:

“You nearly killed someone AGAIN?”

“Ok dude chill it really wasn’t that bad.” I roll my eyes at his antics and thankfully the exchange gets interrupted by Luke.

“Come on, we don't want to be late.” Luke said after removing his arms from around Cate and heading over to the driver’s seat. Andre makes a whole thing of opening up the passenger seat for Kate and I get into the back seat with Jordan sliding in next to me.

The entire car ride was spent awkwardly avoiding whatever feud Jordan and Marie had going one and trying to get everyone better. Cate and I talked more about our glove choices, mine were black with a red heart detail and hers were stunningly sculpted brown ones. The playlist was (thankfully) controlled by Jordan, which ended up with music that could have been stolen from my own playlist.

When we finally got to our first destination, my jaw dropped - I had only been to Seven tower a handful of times. Mostly to deal with lawsuits from accidental deaths, there were surprisingly few of them for the amount of death that seemed to follow me everywhere. Luke and Cate managed to get us up on the roof, and I couldn’t help but wonder if Homelander could literally hear us up here. Better not to think about that.

So I took a hit of coke after Andre passed me his little vial - drugs were a way to kind of quell the murderous impulses my power demanded plus they were fun to do when around friends. Doing coke alone does not have the same effect - trust me.

“Hell yes! I forgot you did this stuff.” Andre said as I spied Luke wandering off to talk to Marie.

“Eh sometimes. I usually stick to weed or shrooms. The harder stuff messes with this whole thing when I’m hungover.” I said as I raised my hands to try and illustrate my point, wow okay this was strong stuff. I could quite literally already feel the haze starting to form around my brain.

“What exactly is your power anyway?” Jordan asked as we continued to do some more bumps.

“Oh well basically everything I touch dies.”

“So your skin is poisonous?”

“No, I absorb energy or rather life force. Here.” I wander over to one of the randomly placed potted plants and take off my glove, only to place my fingers on the red petals. The plant started to shrivel up and die about a second later.

“Awesome.” We were both clearly starting to feel the effects of the coke. We started to laugh as we made our way back to the main group.

The next stop on our little unsanctioned outing was some fancy club that Andre had been raving about the entire drive over there from the tower. I lean against one of the golden walls as I watch Cate do her thing.

“We don’t have one but you don’t give a fuck. Right?”

“I do not give a fuck.” The doorman leads us straight into the club and I smile widely at Cate.

“You are such a fucking badass.”

“I know.”

After getting some much needed drinks I lean back against the red seats and stretch out my arms. This many people were making me antsy and drugs and alcohol can only settle so much of my power.

“So yeah, basically this fucking idiot decided we should have a lightsaber duel in the middle of Grand Central and someone must have called the cops cause they randomly pulled up and we were arrested for ‘disrupting the peace’.”

The entire group burst out laughing and one of the many stories I had from when Andre and I would hang out as teens - we sort of drifted ever since he got to GodU but it felt just like old times.

“Alright, alright, enough embarrassing stories about our arrests. You guys in?” Andre asks as he holds up a bag of Molly and Jordan snatches it from his hold.

“Is that cocaine?”

“Nah we finished all the coke. It’s Molly. Vic?”

“Ooo yes please.” Jordan smiles charmingly and passes the little bag over to me.

“Hey I don’t really fuck with powder. But I do microdose shrooms.” Luke says with an almost triumphant tone as he also pulls out another bag.

“Hey where do you get yours from? I need a good dealer now that I’ve moved from LA.” I ask Luke before passing the bag containing Molly back to Andre.

“I’ll send you my guy’s number.”

“Thanks man.”

“So, what do you say, freshman?”

“Uh-”

“Hey Marie, you don’t have to - we are not trying to peer pressure you but… it’ll be funnn.” I smile widely and wiggle my eyebrows making her laugh, Cate also joins in on my teasing and she relents.

“Yes, let's go Marie.”

“Whooo. Come on, let's dance.”

That’s when I suddenly feel a little part of me sober up, fuck. It was a bad memory - the last time I danced was homecoming. A really sweet guy had asked me out and of course I had said yes. It was one accidental touch of my cheek against his and a few seconds later he laid dead in the middle of the dance floor. I ended up changing to homeschool after that whole incident, there had been issues across the years but overall this was one of the worst.

“Vic?” I shake out of my stupor as I look up at Cate extending her hand in invitation.

“Nah I don’t dance.” She must have seen something in my eyes cause she smiled softly and retracted her hand.

“Ok, just know you’re missing out on a great time.” She pulled Marie off towards the dance floor and I took a sip of the whiskey I had ordered.

“Any reason you’re not dancing out there? I remember all those clubs we sneaked into and you fucking killed it everytime.” Andre asked as he leaned back against the cushions.

“Andre, darling, that’s not proper club conversation. I’m going to go get another drink, you guys want anything?”

“I’ll come with you.” Jordan exclaimed as they sprang up from his seat and started following me towards the bar. I could quite literally feel the smirk that Andre and Luke had on their faces. Suddenly I heard a small pop next to me and I turned to see that Justin had shifted.

“You want anything specific?” I asked with a slight tilt of my head.

“I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

“Wise choice.” I winked at them and leaned over to wave to the bartender. He, obviously trying to flirt, ended up giving us a bunch of free vodka shots and 2 whiskies, the top shelf stuff.

“So how are you liking GodU so far?”

“It’s greatish. There’s so many bloody supes.” Jordan just raised their eyebrows at me as she helped me carry over the drinks.

“Oh I definitely know what you’re talking about. Have you met Rufus yet?”

“No?” I look at them in question and she looks at me with relief.

“Pray that you don’t.” We dissolved into laughter for a second time that night and finally set our drinks down at the booth.

“Well don’t you two look cozy.” Luke remarked.

“You changed? Why?”

“Cause I fucking felt like it. And more free drinks.”

“Here here.” Luke agreed as we each held up a vodka shot.

“To the Seven.”

“No way.” I look at Luke in minor awe, he actually got a place in the motherfucking Seven.

“I literally just told you.”

“Yeah well you do know that I’m an open book, plus you have to invite me to the tower sometime. I crush so hard on A-train… imagine that man in bed.”

“And that is exactly why he won’t be inviting you.” I added after taking my shot.

“It’s the least surprising surprise ever but congrats. You deserve it. When are you leaving?”

“More like when do you get to be number one?”

“Please, the trustees think I’m too confusing. I’ll never get number one.”

“They put you in the orientation video.”

“Yeah so they can suck their own dicks about how progressive they are.”

I listen to each of them debating the merits and the downsides (mostly Andre) of getting ranked number one when I start to feel it. Goddammit. Every life force around me seemed to pulse. I could see literal life running through each person’s veins and the conversation started to grow further and further away.

Quickly fishing in the pocket of my jacket I pulled out a few tablets of the experimental drug Vought was testing out on well… just me. I place one of the cylindrical neon green pills on my tongue and wash it back with another shot of vodka. A few seconds later everything went back to normal and I watched Luke and Andre have a whole bro moment. It was actually quite touching.

“By the way I forgot to mention but you’ve looked so fucking hot tonight.” Jordan turned to look at me with a slight smirk on their face.

“Oh you haven’t seen anything yet.” She winked and I felt a blush start to color my cheeks. Okay game on baby.

We all end up dispersing after a while and I start walking around all the warm bodies, being extra careful to avoid my face touching anyone’s exposed skin. That was extra hard when you’re in a club so I decided to just take a step out onto the balcony. Spying through the doors, I took in breaths of sobering air and watched as Jordan easily flirted with a group of girls.

Fuck Vought and fuck my dad for this stupid power. I turned towards the ivy growing over the balcony railing and without a second thought I ripped off my gloves and pressed my palms to the stems.

Life thrummed through my veins, I sucked it in deeper and deeper until I finally reached the roots of the ivy. I felt them start to rot away and die as my power crept into every crevice and cell. Stealing away vitality. Suddenly I was wrenched away from my ivy killing by high pitched screaming. I leave for a single second…

Quickly pulling on my gloves I looked into the chaos that was created over a woman’s body whose throat was punctured by a tiny metal hummingbird. Andre you fucking idiot.

Calculating how to get out of the club without actually having to go through the chaos I saw a few window sills that would easily get me close enough to the fire escape on the next building.

Using my supe strength I jumped between each sill until I was near the fire escape. Taking a few deep breaths in and out I jumped and let gravity take over. It was a few seconds of bliss before my entire body slammed against the hard metal railing with a resounding bang. Goddamit sometimes I wish that I got pain tolerance when I was injected with V.

The next few steps down were easy and I was able to get to street level and disappear into the night without getting noticed. My phone dinged as I started putting on my headphones and I looked down to find that I had been added to a group chat:

(possibly Cate Dunlap): vic you good?

you sort of disappeared

we’re on our way back to GodU.

Me: yup all good

god Andre u need to be more careful.

A.A.: u don’t think I know that

u need us to pick u up?

Me: that would be appreciated

*you have now enabled geotracker with the group*

(possibly Jordan Li): see you in a bit!

Waking up after a night out was a bitch. Carefully maneuvering out of bed without activating my headache too much was even more of a challenge.

“You good there?” I heard a shout loud enough to rattle my very soul reverberating through the room.

“Fuck Gemma a little quieter please.” Her laugh twinkled in the air but even it's usually nice sound zapped my brain.

“I thought supes didn’t get hangovers.”

“Yeah they don’t- it was all the people.” And the experimental Vought pill I felt like saying.

“Oh shit yeah sorry.”

“Right, I'm going to have a shower.” Gingerly grabbing my shower essentials I picked my way through the already busy hall. Communal showers sucked.

Thankfully, 3 coffees later I finally started to feel a little more like myself. Andre had made me promise last night that I would have to help him with some power drink promotion. So off to commons I went, the sun seemed to burn my eyelids so a pair of slim blue lenses adorned my face. The shade perfectly matched my gloves.

What I didn’t expect to find outside the school of crimefighting was Luke. Completely flamed out and Andre stepped closer and closer to him. My eyes widened and I started running - the blue gloves were torn off and I nearly collided with Marie when Luke (thank the universe) stopped flaming out.

“What… Marie, what is going on?”

“I- I found him murdering Brink.” If my eyes widened any further I was pretty sure my eyeballs would quite literally jump out of my head.

“WHAT?” I turned towards Luke again to find that he had started walking away from Andre, muttering apologies under his breath. I could identify that crazed look in his eyes. He knew he was cornered and he didn’t want to run anymore.

Luke started flaming out and suddenly flew up into the sky… only to make himself completely explode. Blood, guts, muscle, bones and brains started raining down.

The ‘materials’ that managed to touch my uncovered face and hands thrummed with power. That was strange. It was as if they were still alive somehow. The cells oozed energy.

My power started to immediately absorb whatever life-force the cells had remaining and then I felt a foreign kind of ache. It felt like a cold burn spreading all over my hands and my face, bringing my palm up to my face. I was surprised to see a tiny flame start to sputter on.

What the actual fuck?

did you know that human cells can stay alive for hours and sometimes even days after you die? so yes the ending makes sense - I did research. also Vic has never "absorbed" another supe before - her mom was human.... so we shall see how that affects her hehe.

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romanarose · 2 months

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Tommy Time Fics!

I've been told by multiple people I'm the reason they thirst for Tommy Miller so I figured I'd compile a list!

A place for all Tommy Miller related fics that'll I'll keep in my TLOU master list so everyone can see. I'll keep mine way at the end.

THIS IS AN ONGOING LIST! If you got recs, let me know and I'll add them!!!

These fics may contain varying degree's of dark, all the way to non-con. Media consumption is your responsibility and all fics are labeled properly.

It's pretty hard to find fics with JUST Tommy so a lot of these are Tommy/Joel

By @toxicanonymity

Toxi has helpfully made a whole list of all her Joel x reader x Tommy fics!!! some are stand alone, some are part of a series, all are fantastic. I don't think there's one I haven't read

See also: Bird of Prey: Tommy x reader. Raider Tommy, I need him so badly you don't get it.

By @aurorawritestoescape Bad Blood Series: Tommy Miller x reader x Joel. A rare fit where Tommy is the focus! darkish reader wants to fuck her step dad Tommy, and step-uncle Joel is along for the ride.

By @katiexpunk

Run the Table: Joel x reader x Tommy. Pool table sex <3 that's all you need to know

By @koshkamartell

Training Day: Joel x reader x Tommy: DDDNE. Joel doesn't like your attitude, Tommy helps keep you in check.

By @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin 3 amazing pieces!!!

Stay With Me- Tommy Miller (fluff)

Snowed In- Joel Miller, Tommy Miller (dark) DDDNE TW: NONCON

Blackout- Tommy Miller (dark) DDDNE TW: DUBCON

by @thetriumphantpanda

Two for the Price of One: Joel x reader x Tommy. BREEDING BREEDING BREEDING!!!

By @noxturnalpascal Plenty of Time: Tommy Miller x m!OC. Based on a now deleted series, but if you liked Maintenance Man Joel, you'll enjoy this!

By @justagalwhowrites Run Rabbit: Joel x reader Tommy. Our fav trope, RAIDERS!!!!! The sexual tension hnnnngggg

By @romana-after-dark / @romanarose The Wrong Way series: Joel x reader, Tommy x reader DDDNE. Tommy and Joel are raiders and you're sold to Joel, but Tommy takes a liking

Blessed be the Fruit Series: Joel x reader ft. Tommy. Handmaid's Tale AU. You're Joel's handmaid, but lucky for Tommy, Joel likes to watch. (Tommy chapters later)

Yes, Uncle Tommy?: Tommy x reader ft. Joel

PLEASE KNOW I DIDN'T INTENTIONALLY LEAVE ANYONE OUT, I JUST HAVE A VERY POOR MEMORY WITH WHO WROTE WHAT!

Please lmk if you have Tommy fics!!!

thank you all so much!! I'll be adding as time goes!

(also if you only write on ao3, that's cool too! send me the link and ill put it on!)

If you'd like to be removed for any reason, let me know!

#Tommy miller #Tommy miller x reader #the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #thou hbo #Gabriel luna #hbo the last of us #hbo tlou #tommy miller fanfiction #Tommy miller smut

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shina913 · 2 years

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The Boyfriend Experience | JJK

The Boyfriend Experience: Jungkook

The BFE: Masterlist

Pairing: Escort!Jungkook x Fem!Reader

Rating: M

Genre: Fake!dating; fluff; light angst; SFW (generally)

Warnings: Sexually suggestive conversations and tones; cussing; alcohol consumption; boyfriend-for-hire; some kissing; JK is very touchy here

Word count: 9,355 words

Summary: 💬 He’s a confident man who takes pride in his appearance, but also in how he treats other people. He loves to have a good time, but still holds strong values on being respectful and well-mannered. Chivalry is not dead!

A/N: Ackk--okay so...I didn't mean for this to be super long but it just worked out that way! I really wanted a sweet, encouraging, JJK story. I'm also projecting a bit because...I'm a little frustrated at my job. Anyway, I hope you'll like it. It's smut-free but I hope you'll still find it endearing?😬 I do love how the boys are encouraging to fans, especially on their social media posts and such so I wanted to highlight that a bit here. I still added hints of thirst...because I'm me. 🤷‍♀️

A/N2: Thank you to my sis @internetjunkdrawer for beta'ing and being so supportive even as I kept switching up this story for the Nth time.

A/N3: If you want to read about JK and all of his sexy glory, there's always Coquet 😘

A/N4: LMK if you catch a couple of easter eggs here!

‼️IMPORTANT: Although the narration will include Jungkook's name, OC/Reader will not address him as so because she booked him under an assumed alias. Weird, I know but--let's just go with it 😉

You were proud to be a self-made woman. You had a steady corporate job, an actual retirement fund, and a decent apartment with a bedroom and a kitchen. You didn’t have any responsibilities other than your bills and yourself.

Things could always be worse, you thought. On the other hand, things could be better.

You valued your independence. You wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. But you couldn’t deny that you had some days when you would feel pressure to lock things down with a partner or significant other.

The company you worked at was not only headed by predominantly male staff but the two women who were in upper management positions were married and had children.

Although you had a great track record, you’ve been stuck in the highest mid-level position for a few years. Recently, you’ve helped bring in new contracts, additional revenue; not to mention that all of those clients raved about you.

You’ve worked very hard and were fully expecting a promotion before the end of the year. You knew it had to be in the bag!

Today, you had a scheduled lunch date with your former coworker, Miri Jang, whom you haven’t seen since she left the company. You talked about coming so close to making it to senior account manager in the last couple years but for some reason, kept falling short.

“I think it’s my time, Miri. It should be,” you remarked.

“Not to burst your bubble, YN but don’t hold your breath,” Miri responded cynically.

You laughed. “Are you kidding me? I had the best performance this last quarter and the one before that! I could totally represent the company in front of big-name clients!”

She gave you a deadpan look. “To be the face of the company, you have to be relatable.”

Your eyebrows creased in confusion. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Miri inhaled sharply. “I was told once, ‘We need to foster a warm, welcoming environment to attract more lucrative clients to partner with’.”

“My clients like me just fine,” you retorted. “I haven’t heard otherwise!”

“Riiight…But at the end of the day, it’s a…” she gestured air-quotations with her hands, “‘Family-run company’, YN. They think that single employees are more likely to switch jobs more frequently because they see them as people who don’t believe in long-term commitments. But if you had a family? There’s a bit more incentive there,” she explains.

Much to your own family’s chagrin, you were unapologetically single. They think that if you aren't well on your way to being a wife or a mother by a specific age, there must be something wrong with you. And if you aren't looking for a partner, your parents would take matters into their own hands and arrange one for you.

You’re beautiful, smart, and have a great personality so…why aren’t you married or in a committed relationship?

Your biological clock is ticking!

It all gets very old and stale after some time.

You give her a quizzical look then shake your head in denial. “That doesn’t seem to add up.” You were unconvinced that your singlehood was an obstacle. If anything, you have more leeway to put in time and effort since you don’t have any other commitments other than your job!

“So you’re telling me that I need to be married or have children to secure this promotion?” You were incredulous.

Your former colleague threw her head back in laughter. “Of course not! At least, they can’t legally ask you to do that. They’re simply saying that being in a committed relationship or having a family helps with relatability,” she leered.

Come to think of it, most people from your cohort who were recently promoted were married and/or had children. Still–that can’t be legal, could it?

“If you ever want to take your talents elsewhere, my company has openings. We can definitely use someone like you on our team. Child-bearing hips not required,” she smiled and winked at you.

You went back to your office after that lunch date with your ego slightly deflated.

So you needed somebody in your life…to show that you were committed to your job? It sounded like bullshit and a small part of you wanted to prove Miri wrong.

The company’s year-end celebration was coming up. You initially planned on going alone, per usual. But with your recent discovery, you now needed a contingency plan. This event not only invited existing clients but it was also a huge networking opportunity.

It wasn’t like you didn’t try to bring a date to any of these company events. It’s just that there weren’t any good candidates for you. You weren’t dating anyone seriously–at least, not serious enough to bring them to company or family functions.

The only friends that you have were either unavailable or uninterested in accompanying you to the year-end party.

Until…you had a stroke of genius: hire someone to pose as your significant other for the evening.

Sure, you could have gone on dating apps or picked someone up at a bar–but those options might prove to be too complicated. If you were going to take a risk, you’d rather it be a calculated one.

******

“Do we have to have sex?” You ask Jungkook point-blank. He is an escort…and while that was usually on the table, it wasn’t what you were hiring him for.

“No.” He says simply. “This is why we have conversations like this. We need to come to an agreement about what you need or what you want.” He paused to regard you intently. He narrowed his eyes slightly, zeroing in on you. With one look, he escalated the temperature from warm to white-hot…just like that.

Geez, YN. Control yourself. Focus!

Downloading the app and creating your profile was easy. But getting your foot in the door–that was a whole other story. You had to sign an NDA before you could even gain access to this backroom speakeasy.

It was an exclusive club. One where you needed to be referred to by a current member. You got the idea from one of your high-value clients–with lots of disposable income and a frequent patron.

But even with the referral, not everyone is accepted that easily. You’d have to pass a background check and a health check, for your safety and the escorts’.

And my god! Once you were in, it was like being in a candy store. You could browse the app and explore escort profiles–which are recommended by compatibility based on your preliminary intake. Each profile had a photo and contained brief bios, personal interests, and ‘specialties’. It made you slightly uneasy, but this was better than getting a friend to do this for you. At least these guys were professionals.

On the app, you can schedule a ‘mini-date’ with an escort of your choosing. You would meet them at the secret club room–which was housed in the back of a high-end restaurant. Very unassuming, you thought, but it was an ingenious cover story.

This backroom had mood lighting illuminating the space. It was darker, quieter, more intimate. Each escort was on a mini-date, which was mostly one-on-one. You spotted a woman talking to two males. Either she was being greedy or she was having trouble deciding.

One of them looked sweet–he was touchy but not in a creepy way. He had a cute crinkle in his eye whenever he smiled. The other was soft-spoken but had a look so intense that you could swear it made any woman’s panties drop upon eye contact.

You could see her dilemma—they both looked very desirable. But poly-dates were not allowed in this club. To get the most out of your experience, you can only book one. That was a shame.

But it didn’t really matter since you were completely happy with your choice.

His photo and profile intrigued you. Of course, that wasn’t his real name. None of them used their real names–which was fine. Unfortunately, you had to use your real name since you’d have to take him out in public.

Unlike those dating apps you’ve perused a while back, the photos on this app were as close as you could get to the real thing. They were meant to whet your appetite–which was a great marketing tool because you certainly bought it. And now here he was…in the flesh. He seriously looked Photoshopped. How was that possible?

And he smelled like heaven. No, not one of those annoying woodsy-floral notes that seems to be popular amongst the smarmy senior account managers at your office. His scent was warm and spicy with subtle hints of citrus. It was more intoxicating than the glass of prosecco that you had in front of you.

You rubbed your already-crimson earlobe then cleared your throat to compose yourself again.

“Uhm, so, I guess you’ve read my profile on the app and my comments about what I need out of this experience?”

He hummed in agreement. “Yes, I read your notes.”

“Okay, great! In so many words, I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend for a work function,” you stated.

“Sounds simple enough–”

“I’m not done,” you respond curtly, making his eyebrows lift in surprise.

You softened the edge in your voice. “I apologize. I’m just a little tense, that’s all. I just…really need my plan to work and–”

“Hey, that’s what I’m here for.” Something about the look in his eyes offered assurance and it placated you.“I’m here to help you. And I apologize for interrupting you as well. Please, continue,” he urges.

“I’m trying to get in good with the senior partners at my firm. I’m done waiting for this promotion that should have already happened last year. Which is why…I’m taking matters into my own hands.” You couldn’t hide the bitterness in your tone.

“All of my bosses and some well-known associates will be at this party, along with their significant others. If I have to play their game, I’m going to need some backup.”

“Who are we trying to impress here, exactly?” He sounds genuinely curious. “I need to know who’s going to be in the room; how old they would be or gender ratio…”

“It’s…primarily men. The goal is to land a huge account that evening. If I can do that, it should show them that I deserve to be within their ranks. Our CEO will be there too, so if I can impress him–even better!”

Both his eyebrows flick up. “Okay. So, how do you see my role in this?”

You exhaled sharply. “I need to prove to my bosses that I am capable of commitment whether it’s with my job…or my personal life.”

If being single is seen as flaky or untrustworthy in your company, you want to prove them wrong. You could show them that you can be in a committed relationship. At least, until you’ve secured this promotion.

He stared at you for a few seconds to make sure that you were done talking before he responded. “Alright.”

Your face twitches slightly. “‘Alright?’ Simple as that?” You’re not sure why you were led to believe that this was going to be a more complex process given the vetting process you had to through just to secure this membership.

He lifted a shoulder. “Yeah. Just tell me when, where, and what talking points I need to look into so that I can do some research, if I need to.“

Talking points? Research?

He sounded thorough and really wanted to make a good impression to sell this story.

You give him a rundown of some interests that your senior staff had. Your CEO had a penchant for wine and recently invested in a small vineyard in Napa Valley. It was all he could talk about in the last few months. About midway through, Jungkook asks one of the servers for a pen and paper, continuing to take notes about the ‘job.’

You appreciated that attention to detail. You started to think that you may be getting your money’s worth.

You went on to describe a couple other people whom you wanted to impress at the party, most especially your managing director, who had a say in your promotion.

When you finished, it was his turn to talk through other necessary details about your arrangement.

“What’s our cover story? How did we meet, how long have we been together…in case anybody asks. Oh, and you’ll have to tell me how intimate I can be with you.”

“Intimate?” You croaked out. You thought that ‘intimacy’ was optional–which was why it was the first thing that you asked him during this mini-date. You internally panic and reach up to your earlobe to press on it gently.

“I mean, can I hold your hand? Are you okay with me touching you anywhere else? Can I kiss you?”

“Oh…uhm...s-sure.” Your eyes immediately flick down to his mouth briefly. It was very distracting.

“So…where?

Your breath hitched, snapping you out of your daze. “I beg your pardon?”

“Where can I touch or kiss you?”

You paused for a few seconds to consider this before you answered him. “Cheek, lips…” you say as casually as possible before quickly adding, “Not open-mouthed, though.”

He chuckles and nods along. “No problem.”

“And you can hold my hand, waist, or shoulders...” You rub your earlobe again as you try your best not to visibly sweat while you discuss parts of your body that this very unreasonably attractive and sexy-smelling man can put his hands on.

He cocked his head to the side, eyeing you carefully. “Is that a nervous tick?”

You stilled. “What is?”

“That,” he gestures at your hand fidgeting with your ears.

“Oh…uhm…coping mechanism,” you say nonchalantly. “It calms me down,” you reasoned.

He pursed his lips and nodded. “I see.” He subtly makes note of it.

You exhaled deeply. Focus, YN. You tell him where the event would be at and approximately how long you’d be there before he told you how much he would charge. You’d need him for about 3-4 hours. Once you agreed on his rate, you moved on to discuss the dress code.

“Do you have a tux or do you need me to rent you one?”

He chuckled again. “I have a couple, but I appreciate the offer.”

After hearing what his hourly rate was, you had no doubt he had a couple of tuxes…nice, bespoke ones, you presumed.

“What are you wearing?”

His question catches you off-guard. If you didn’t know better, you’d say it was a come-on. “Does that matter? We don’t need to coordinate or anything. This isn’t prom,” you joked.

He laughed. “I know that but I want to complement your outfit. Aesthetics draw people’s attention. I think it would help.”

You purse your lips, turning pensive for a bit but eventually acquiesced. He notes that you were wearing a jewel-toned dress.

“Okay, so I’ll need you to meet me at–”

“Wouldn’t it be more believable if we arrived in the same car together?”

You hadn’t thought about that. You were slightly apprehensive about driving around with a stranger, much less a boyfriend-for-hire. Then again, this wasn’t just any run-of-the-mill escort service. Everything about this place screamed high-class. The app also assures background checks and necessary clearances for all of their employees.

“If it makes you feel more comfortable, we can meet at a neutral place, then we can take my car to the venue.”

“Sounds practical,” you uttered then proceeded to set a meeting place and time so you could drive together. “Okay so, we’re all set? Do I give you the money now or…after?”

“You can give it to me when we meet–either before or at the end of the night, once you’re satisfied with the service,” he finished with a smile.

You cleared your throat. You were really doing this…

“So, I know our time’s almost up but did you have any more questions for me?”

“No.” You felt confident that your plan would work. “What about you? Do you have any questions for me?”

“If you don’t mind me asking, why are you single or…not in a committed relationship?”

You squinted at him suspiciously. “And how is that relevant to our agreement?”

“Knowing helps me form a bond with my clients. It also enhances the experience or customizes it, if you will.” He smiled faintly.

And then there it was again–that stare. Something about that look made you feel safe and encouraged you to open up.

You paused before you answered. You’d already worked this out in your head and justified it over and over…“I just haven’t found anybody who respects my independence. I know that seems counterintuitive especially if you’re trying to find a partner but–I want to be with somebody who is comfortable with the thought of me not needing them all the time.”

“That’s an interesting take.”

You sighed wistfully. “To me, the concept of ‘needing someone’ is because you’re expecting some sort of benefit from them…as if they’re necessary for you to function properly. That’s where dependency lies and I do not want to be dependent on anybody. I do, however, want somebody to love…or care about. Wanting something or someone involves desire, passion…comfort.”

His eyebrows lifted at that. “Wow,” he blew out. “That’s deep.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed, taking a sip of your drink. “I’ve just been in one too many relationships where my partners have always complained about me not making them feel needed. And the truth is, I don’t need them,” you said simply before turning serious again, “I want them in my life, but they just didn’t understand so I focused my energy elsewhere.”

He nodded in earnest. “I hope that I can fulfill some of your wants.”

“You already are,” you smiled.

The next morning, you called the assistant about changing your RSVP to include a plus one. Luckily, another guest backed out, and they were able to make room at your table for your date.

******

On the day of your company’s party, you pulled into the parking structure a few blocks away from the venue, where you and Jungkook agreed to meet. When you reach the third level, you spot him standing next to a sleek, black, two-door Mercedes C-class Coupe. You pull your own white, Mercedes E-class next to his and parked.

“Nice ride,” He remarked at your car as you stepped out.

“Thanks,” you responded, then gestured at his car. “Clearly…great minds think alike!”

“I wish! It’s a company car,” he clarifies. Your eyebrows flick up and wonder how many ‘companies’ like his had $50,000 cars on-hand for ‘business purposes.’

He gives you a once-over and compliments you. “You look beautiful, Miss YLN.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you compliment him back. He was dressed in a matte, all-black tuxedo with silk lapels and a black bowtie. The only hint of color on his outfit was a pocket square matching your dress’ hue, which you noted appreciatively.

And you thought he couldn’t get any sexier. You internally fanned yourself.

“First things first!” You opened your clutch and took out an envelope that took up most of the space in it and handed it to him.

He glanced down at it before accepting it. “Are you sure you don’t want to wait until the end of the night to see how it goes first?”

Still holding your hand out, you cocked an eyebrow at him. “Are you saying that I should have second thoughts about this?” You countered.

He smiled confidently before quietly taking the envelope from you, tucking it in his jacket’s inside pocket and smoothing the front once more.

“Ready for showtime?” He asks.

“As I’ll ever be,” you respond before he opens the passenger door for you to slide into.

******

Your company went all out—valet parking, red carpet rollout to welcome all guests.

Jungkook hands the attendant his keys and you both walk up to the entrance, hand-in-hand.

The event was held at a fine arts museum whose structure was originally modeled after a French-style pavilion. It was located on the other side of the city, over a hill with sweeping views of the Pacific ocean.

The venue had a large atrium in which guests would be drinking and dining. It was surrounded by large, concrete columns that covered the whole perimeter and at the center of it all was an illuminated glass pyramid—which was where a small stage was set up.

Since the museum housed many classic, invaluable collections, museum staff imposed restrictions on guests milling around with beverages or appetizers next to the art.

You scanned the room and spotted a few of your coworkers, already in deep conversation with a few of their current clients.

“Who are we going for first?” He asks.

You crane your neck in search of your managing director. You locate him having a conversation with your CEO. Two birds with one stone, you guided Jungkook in their direction.

“Sunbaenim,” you bowed, greeting both of them.

“YN-ssi!” They bowed back, acknowledging you.

You introduce Jungkook to them, using his assumed name, and they exchange handshakes and pleasantries.

“Are you in finance, too?” Your CEO asks him after some small talk about the weather and the party.

“No. I’m in the hospitality business, actually. Client services, specifically,” Jungkook replied. You couldn’t help but shoot him a sideways look.

“Ah, I see. And how is business?”

“Very lucrative, actually,” Jungkook smirked and side-eyed you back, making you clear your throat sheepishly.

“Really?” He asked dubiously. “How so?”

“Well, I work for a private company that caters to a very specific yet virtually untapped market. Our clients pay top dollar to acquire our services and we’ve been very successful at it in the last few years.”

“Huh. That’s interesting. Which company is this again?”

“Le Groupe De L’Atelier,” he answered smoothly. “Have you heard of it?”

Your scalp prickles while you shift uncomfortably. Jungkook sounded as if he was winging this whole part of the conversation. You wanted to jump in but your director interrupted.

“Oh wow–” he breathed out, sounding impressed. “Your restaurant is very popular. I’ve uh–been wanting to get in touch with your CEO for a while. Any way you can put in a good word for me?” Your director asks opportunistically.

You grimaced. “Oh, director-nim–he’s not here to work,” you interject nervously while squeezing Jungkook’s arm.

“That’s okay, jagi,” Jungkook says sweetly. “Hyung gets a lot of partnership offers but he prefers to keep the corporation closed and limits contractors.”

Your director frowns. “Oh…surely he needs a good financial manager–”

“I believe he already has one,” Jungkook counters with a smile. “And he’s had a great working relationship with her over the years so, I think that’s taken care of.” That effectively ended that topic.

“Anyway,” Jungkook piped up, “Hyung has been looking into partnering with a local vineyard to expand our wine offerings. Do you have any suggestions?”

Your CEO’s eyes brighten and he begins to wax poetic about his newly purchased vineyard.

Jungkook glances at you and gives you a small wink, which makes you visibly relax.

******

Next, you approached a group of other analysts from your team.

You went down the line and introduced your boyfriend. They shook his hand in awe and approval.

“See that guy over there?” You whispered to him, pointing towards your office rival on the other side of the room. He bent down, leaning his ear closer to you. “That’s Wonwoo. We’ve been gunning for the same promotion all year.”

Wonwoo was not as motivated or competitive as you were. He was technically a non-factor but you noticed that your boss had been meeting with him often to share some ‘tricks of the trade.’ You tried to think nothing of it but suddenly recalled your conversation with Miri not so long ago.

Wonwoo was married and he and his wife had a baby on the way. Picture-perfect family. 100% committed.

You took a gulp of your drink. All you need is just one huge, notable account–and that promotion should be yours.

“He looks pretty unremarkable to me,” he mumbled back before one of your colleagues brought up a new topic of conversation. Every now and then, with your consent, he would massage your neck or put his hand around your waist protectively. He also continued to call you ‘jagiya,’ but not in an obnoxious way. His actions made you giggle–which shocked you more than it did your colleagues. His touches felt like you were trapped in a heatwave…one that made you desperate for a cold shower.

At dinner, a steady stream of alcohol flowed along with the conversation. You scanned the table in search of clues to find out if anybody was onto you–perhaps a weird stare or some whispering. You didn’t see any of that. You and Jungkook seemed to be a very believable couple!

It also helped that he was incredibly charming and humble at the same time. He talked about his hobbies and varied interests which didn’t seem all that extraordinary to you but the entire table was enthralled by him.

For a moment, it felt like you were the envy of everyone not just at the table but the whole room. Jungkook was the date the women at your table wanted to be with. Every party guest and colleague you encountered wanted to be his friend.

He was certainly a gentleman in every sense of the word. Earlier this evening, he opened doors for you, helped you with your coat, pulled your chair out, and with your consent, placed his hand on your leg or caressed your bare arm every so often.

You’d never know if he was a genuine guy or just a great actor. Still, it felt nice to be treated well and showered with affection.

******

After place settings were cleared out, everyone continued to mill around the party.

“I think things are going well, don’t you?” You asked Jungkook absently while you scanned the room for your next target.

“I don’t see why they wouldn’t be,” he replies smoothly.

You turned your head to regard him. “You know, you’re really good at this,” you complimented him. He kept up with conversations, even laughing politely at your coworkers’ bland jokes. He chimed in topics that seemed way out of left-field but he was always prepared with a quip or two.

“Me?” He points to himself incredulously. “Honestly, I feel like I haven’t done much except hang back and watch you. I just crack a couple jokes and talk about random stuff. You, on the other hand, are amazing at what you do. I’m starting to forget what you needed me for,” he joked.

“You have the charm factor! And…suddenly, I seem much more interesting to my coworkers now that I’m out in public with a date,” you remark with slight bitterness.

“You’re doing just fine, YN,” he says in consolation.

You inwardly groan. “Thanks,” you say sardonically. “Now I just need to find a big fish to reel in to look even more appealing. Once I do that, it should definitely give me a boost.”

You took a sip of your drink while you tensely scan the room again for other potential clients. Suddenly, you feel a warmth curl around your bare shoulders.

“Relax,” he crooned softly. He reached up slightly, stroking your earlobe and applied the faintest pressure with his thumb. “You’re too wound up,” he purred.

You peered up at him, his eyes boring into you, making your breath hitch and your mouth dry. When you pulled on your earlobes, it was a coping mechanism that helped center you; whereas he managed to turn it into foreplay.

“Feel better?”

Quite the opposite.

“Uhm,” you stammered hoarsely. “Sure…t-thanks.” You take a huge gulp of your drink to distract yourself again until you recognize someone familiar in the crowd.

“Oh! That’s Jessica Nam! Wow, she actually came,” you gasped in disbelief and turned to Jungkook.

The name didn’t ring a bell for him so he continued to stare blankly at you.

“S-sorry.” You apologized for expecting him to know a potential client. “Her e-commerce company’s valuation just hit a billion dollars,” you explained. “She just announced an expansion.”

He eyed her for a second, noticing that she was sitting at her table alone, not counting the two other guests who didn’t seem to notice her. She was sipping on her drink quietly, and texted on her phone, looking bored. If this woman was so rich, why wasn’t anybody crowding her, he wondered.

“Okay,” he takes your word for it. “But how come nobody’s trying to fleece her?”

You sighed softly. “Her company sells lingerie–via subscription.”

“Oh…and…that’s…a turnoff?” He asks slowly.

You clicked your teeth. “No. But she’s what my boss calls ‘new money.’ She started off as a social media personality who then capitalized on her base when she launched her business. And it worked to her advantage! I think she’s impressive.”

“And she doesn’t count as a potential big fish to reel in?”

“I feel that she is! It’s my boss who thinks she’s too new to the scene. Word on the street is that she’s shopping for a reputable wealth management firm. Our company invited her in an effort to reach out but…I don’t think my boss wants to put much effort in it. He’s doing the bare minimum.”

“Well, what do you want to do about it?” Jungkook turned to you.

“I’ve been wanting to schedule a meeting with her but I can never get through. She’s a busy woman.”

“What’s stopping you now? She’s right there! It’s not like she’s got armed guards or whatever.”

You sighed. “I technically need to have my boss present before going for a big account like that.”

Jungkook looked at you incredulously. “It’s a party! You’re just trying to make conversation! This might be the ace you need for your hand.”

“Hmm…” You hesitated. You knew the protocol. Your boss allowed you to speak to potential clients but usually under his direct orders. He always had to make the final, formal pitch and afterwards, sign the client with the company. You didn’t want to steal his thunder. Otherwise, it would compromise all of the schmoozing progress you’ve made this evening.

“Aish, screw your boss! You clearly respect this woman’s hustle–use that to your advantage! What’s the worst that could happen?”

You know what? Fuck it!

“You’re right,” you say, fully fired up by Jungkook. “I’m gonna go reel me a big fish!”

Together, you approached Ms. Nam, introducing yourself and your ‘boyfriend’. When it was his turn to shake her hand, he made eye contact with her and you could have sworn that she got a bit of whiplash.

Despite that, he kept himself calm and collected and was his usual gentlemanly self. While you made smalltalk with her, his eyes wandered towards the one side of the atrium–where he found your director eyeing your movements.

******

As you chat up your potential client about what your company can do for her, Jungkook excused himself to get you another drink. Your conversation was sounding a bit technical and he didn’t want to cramp your style.

On his way there, he passes your managing director, who was now joined by your company’s CEO, looking like they were having a casual conversation. He was fully intent on ignoring it but his ears perk up when he hears your name. He walked back slightly and hid behind one of the columns to listen in.

“Do you see YN making her move with the mail-order panty lady,” your director quipped, making the CEO chuckle.

“Well, her profits have been trending upward showing no signs of stopping,” your CEO remarked. “It would be great if we can sign her exclusively to manage her finances.”

“I trust YN to get the sales-talk going. Luckily, since she’s only a junior analyst. She has to defer to me to sign clients,” your director points out.

“You know, if she books this meeting, it will really raise our profile,” your CEO adds.

“I know–which is why, I’m thinking about bringing Wonwoo to the formal pitch. He can seal the deal on this. I’ve been mentoring him in the last couple months.”

“He’s planning on buying a house up north, right?” your CEO wondered out loud.

“He is,” your director confirms. “He and his wife are expecting their first kid–would be nice to get a nice commission to cover some of that downpayment, huh?”

“Yes, I think that’s a great idea,” your CEO bemused. “Keep me posted on that progress, huh?”

“I will, sunbaenim.”

Jungkook, forgetting about his bladder, decided to double-back to where you sat. This was something that he needed to let you know right away.

******

“I love your spunk, YN!” Jessica Nam laughs.

You were making great strides in your conversation with Miss Nam. If it were up to you, you’d draw up a contract on a cocktail napkin right this second to seal the deal.

“Seriously, though–that business expansion that you’re planning? I think it’s genius and it’s the next logical step!”

“It is, isn’t it?” She remarked. “And please, call me Jessi. ‘Miss Nam’ makes me feel way older than I need to be. Well–” she suddenly switched tact, “It does come in handy every now and then…especially during business meetings with male financial advisors,” she smiled ruefully. “It’s probably the only way I can garner respect.”

You sighed regretfully. “I’m sorry to hear that, Jessi.” She was young and became financially successful unconventionally. Unfortunately, some people only saw her as a bag of money.

“One of your staff has been relentless with my assistant. He’s leaving messages at my office, asking for a meeting. He said ‘hi’ earlier, made some boring smalltalk…” she craned her neck to look around before spotting him in one corner by the columns. “That guy!” She gestured at your boss.

“Oh,” you say, slightly embarrassed. “Yeah, he’s my managing director,” you replied carefully.

Feeling slightly suspicious, she cocked an eyebrow. “That’s…interesting,” she drawled.

However, you quickly added, “We don’t share the same principles, though, Jessi. I guarantee you that,” you assured her. “And if you give me an opportunity, I can give you a more formal presentation on what I think would be the best approach for your company. Much like your business, I don’t believe in a one-size-fits-all plan. I think that there should be something for everyone–something that fits you perfectly and makes you look and feel good.”

Her face visibly relaxed. “Hm…tell me more,” she uttered, her interest piqued.

******

Jungkook returns to your table as you chat away. He quietly presents you with a drink and hands a glass of wine to Jessica.

After you mouthed your thanks, you feel his hand squeeze your shoulder. You turned your head and he smiled warmly at you. You had to admit, it was endearing.

Jessica smiled at the silent exchange. “You two look so cute together,” she mused.

“Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just the trophy boyfriend,” Jungkook jested. “It’s YN here who's the real diamond.” His thumb and forefinger grazed your earring, and moved to your earlobe.

Normally, you’d cringe at that but he was on a hot streak tonight. You had to admit, the compliment warmed your cheeks…among other things.

Jessica sipped on her drink, then sighed. “You’ve given me a lot of things to consider, YN.”

“I hope so, Jessi. And–” you paused to reach into your clutch for a business card then handed it to her. “I’d love for us to talk more. I’m available for questions, any day.”

She accepts your card and smiles. “You’ll hear from me soon, YN.”

Her tone sounded really promising. You think you’ve left a good impression. On that note, you excused yourself, not wanting to hover too much and just hoped for the best.

Resting his hand on the small of your back, you and Jungkook walk away. When you were out of earshot, he immediately said, “Listen, I need to tell you something important.”

******

You were absolutely livid after Jungkook told you about what he overheard your bosses saying about you. To avoid making a scene, he walks you out into the courtyard, to blow off some steam–away from the party.

“That is so fucked up!” You fumed.

“Wonwoo?!” You spat out. “Him?” You were incredulous. You were in the same cohort but he never operated on the same level as you did.

“I’ve been working my ass off for five years and how am I still nowhere near making senior analyst? It’s…” You shook your head, unclench your fists and let out a growl of frustration. “I have way more billable hours than Wonwoo! I work late all the fucking time; I am the first to volunteer for all of the firm’s charity shit…I should be the shoo-in here! Yet they’re picking him?” You raged.

“YN…”

You paced around and took several deep breaths to calm yourself. You still had a chance to salvage this. “You know what? I have to seal the deal with Jessica Nam and just do what I need to do…then it should be fine. It should be fine,” you repeated.

“You know, you say that word a lot.”

“What?” You say hastily.

“‘Should.’”

“Huh?” You were confused.

“Seems like you work your way through your career around the word ‘should.’ Do you ever notice that?”

“N-no. I don’t think…”

“The first time we met, you said, ‘This promotion should have happened last year;’ or if you pull this off, ‘it should show them’ that you deserve this. Then tonight, you said, you need to ‘do what you need to do then it should be fine’.”

That didn’t seem right. You couldn’t have been using the word that much.

“Do you always have an idea as to how things should go for you?”

“Well, I do have goals,” you reasoned. “And I believe that if you continue to push hard, make the right connections, you shou–” You stopped yourself and pursed your lips immediately while he grinned, proving his point.

“Fine!” You relented. “So I’m a little more determined than most people and I like to manifest things. It keeps me focused.” You then looked down at your palms. “Because if I don’t, I’ll just keep wandering around aimlessly. I’m not a fan of winging it!”

He gave you a sympathetic smile. “I get it. Some people like to believe that if they push hard enough, they can change things as opposed to accepting them as they are.”

You shifted your stance while you considered his comment.

“Have you ever wondered about what you would do if your ‘shoulds’ don’t work out? Would you be open to going about things differently?”

You opened your mouth tentatively to speak but truthfully, you didn’t know the answer to his question. You weren’t sure if you had an answer for it.

“Please don’t take this the wrong way, but coming from an outsider’s perspective? I don’t get why you’re trying so hard to get a seat at this table. A table that nobody seems to want to make room for you.”

You sighed in irritation. “It’s not supposed to be easy. It’s…it’s just the way things are,” you justified. “That’s how you filter the unworthy ones.”

He scoffed. “Just because they make it so, doesn’t mean that’s how it should be.”

You paused and stared at him as if he’d grown two extra heads.

“Why don’t you look for another table where they make you feel welcome? Or better yet, here’s a crazy idea–build your own table!”

The thought of you leaving and starting all over again–it was daunting. You had worked so hard, invested so much of your time and effort, making many sacrifices along the way.

“This is supposed to be the top company to work for! I’ve...given so much just to get to where I’m at…” You groan in frustration. “And I’m just supposed to walk away from all that?”

He nods, trying to understand your justification of the situation. “Okay, I got that part. Suppose this all works out and you manage to force your way into this promotion. What now? Do you think they’ll make things easier for you then?”

You didn’t know that for sure. You were already jumping through hoops at this point! Meanwhile, all Wonwoo had to do was be married, knock up his wife, and continue to half-ass his client calls.

“I understand that some people need some form of validation–that’s an inherent human desire. But…you shouldn’t have to beg for it. If you think you’ve been doing great things this whole time– yet you still haven’t received that recognition that you know you rightfully deserve? Maybe it’s time to move onto some place where they appreciate you for who you are and what you do, instead of forcing you to conform to their righteous criteria.”

Somehow, in the back of your mind, you already knew this but you’ve been in denial. You didn’t need to prove your commitment to the company–that should have already been evident from the moment you broke the single-day contract signing record.

But those shoulds didn’t come through for you then. What difference would they make now?

“I know we haven’t known each other long but–I think you’re a badass! You’re a badass dwarfed by a bunch of dicks.”

That made you laugh.

“I’m serious! I’m not pulling your leg here. I think you can stand toe-to-toe with any one of those guys. It’s just that–this system has you set up for failure. They don’t think you could be great. And based on what I heard back there, they didn’t even think much about you at all!”

You got a sinking feeling–especially after your former colleague, Miri, left nearly two years ago. She didn’t seem like she held a grudge against the company but you suspected that she’d been shanked.

“I mean, obviously, you have final say on whatever you want to do. I’m fully aware of my place in this.”

“No, don’t say that.” you interjected softly.

He regarded you curiously.

“If there’s anything I learned from you tonight, it’s to not minimize myself. You should practice what you preach.“

He grinned at you. “There you go!”

You let out a long sigh. “You’ve given me a lot to think about.”

Jungkook nodded gently. “Do you still want to head back inside?” He asked softly.

“Yes, but only to say goodbye to a few people. After that, I think we should call it a night, if that’s okay with you?”

His eyes softened before bobbing his head for a nod. “I’m good with whatever you decide, YN.”

“Thank you.”

“After you,” he utters, stretching his hand out towards the pathway leading back into the atrium.

After saying goodbye to a few clients in attendance, you excused yourself, telling Jungkook that you needed to make one last stop in the ladies’ room before heading back to the parking lot to retrieve your car.

******

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were stalking me,” a female voice said.

You look up at the mirror in front of you to find Jessica Nam’s reflection as she washed her hands over the sink next to you.

“Jessi…hi!”

“Fancy seeing you here,” she joked. “Are you staying for the dancing?”

You laughed softly. “Oh, no…I’m actually going to call it a night.”

“That’s a shame. I really enjoyed our conversation this evening. Most exciting one I’ve had in a while. Now I have to deal with all of these stiffs for the rest of the night. Your boss was not-so-subtly hovering and making inappropriate jokes,” she jested. “Maybe I should take that as a sign to take my leave, too.”

“I’m…sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t worry, YN. You don’t need to apologize for anything.” she smiled. “Well, anyway,” she sighed while she wiped her hands with paper towels. “I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier and I’ve decided that–I would love to sit down and talk more–say…at my office?”

Your jaw nearly drops to the floor in shock. “Uhm–uh…wow. Yes…yes! Thank you!” Your mind started to race. This was a huge opportunity for you.

“You can reach me here.” She hands you her business card. “I’m usually in the office during the week but if I’m not, my assistant will set up a schedule for us to meet. I’ll give her your name so she knows to pencil you in right away.”

You nearly squeal in excitement as you accepted her card.

“On one condition though,” she cautioned.

“Name it,” you replied instantly.

“I want you to be my point of contact,” she stated firmly.

Some analysts, like yourself, were experienced enough to talk to clients directly, answering their questions and handling minor issues so the managing directors would be free to work on bringing in more business. You did the grunt work while your bosses took all the glory. Still…protocol was protocol.

“Jessi–” you faltered, “My boss usually handles all of the client negotiations and I’m not sure if I have the authority to–”

Her expression unyielding, she waved her hand in mid-air to swat your excuses. “Then get the authority! Your boss is condescending and a complete asshole. You’re smart, ambitious, and unafraid to take risks. It’s either you or I walk away.” She shrugged.

Your cheeks warmed at her compliments. It was great to watch another woman beat the odds and succeed in the most unconventional way.

“Okay, I’ll be your point of contact,” you answered. It was too good a deal to pass up. You’d handle the consequences later.

“Good,” she grinned triumphantly.

“I’m really looking forward to our partnership, Jessi. You won’t regret it,” you said, holding your hand out. She took it and squeezed firmly.

“I don’t think I will,” she replied.

When you both exited from the ladies’ room, you found Jungkook scrolling through his phone. He spots you out of the corner of his eye and looks up to see an awestruck look on your face while you watch Jessica Nam walk out of the venue and into her waiting car at the front.

“Hey–everything okay in there?”

“Y-yeah. Uhm…I think that I just landed a deal with Jessica Nam,” you choked out in disbelief.

“That’s awesome!” He exclaimed. “Congratulations!”

“No, no–don’t congratulate me yet. Not until we’ve drawn up contracts and everything.”

“Yeah but isn’t that all just a formality?”

“I mean…I guess? Holy shit!” You breathed out, laughing.

“Nice, YN. You should savor it!” He was right. You should savor it!

******

Once you were back at the parking lot, he got out of the car and made his way around to open the passenger side. He offered his hand, which you held onto for support as you stepped out.

You unlocked your car, put your coat in the backseat and retrieved a pair of flats to switch out your stilettos.

When you were done, you leaned against the side of your car, and found that he had also shed his jacket and was now loosening his bowtie so he could undo the top button of his shirt.

Then he pulled his cufflinks off, pocketing them before he shut the passenger door. He was rolling up his sleeves when he turned to face you, mirroring your posture against his car.

He looked much more relaxed after all that while you, on the other hand, became unreasonably all wound up.

Crossing his arms over his chest, he asks, “Are you good?”

That zapped you back into reality. You nodded absently. “Yeah, I’m good,” you sighed.

“Sorry if things didn’t work out as you had planned,” he expressed regretfully.

“On the contrary–I think they worked out for the better,” you quipped.

He smiled broadly. “Where do you go from here?”

You lifted a shoulder. It was going to be difficult starting over again but–the great thing about it was that you had options.

“I’m taking my talents someplace else,” you say simply, alluding to Mira’s offer.

“Not that my opinion matters but I think that’ll be good for you.”

You mouthed your thanks. “So…where are you headed after this?” You ask him.

“Probably home. I was going to take another date but since we weren’t quite done, I turned it down.”

You gasped, realizing that you had gone way past your original time limit. “Oh gosh–I’m sor–”

He waved his hand, not making a big deal out of it. “It’s alright. So we went over an hour,” he shrugged noncommittally.

Mortified, you tried to rectify your oversight. “No, no, I’d feel bad. I can add more–”

He shook his head. “That really won’t be necessary, YN. As long as you got what you needed?”

You nodded earnestly. “I did! And I can’t help thinking that I owe you in some way…not just for the extra hour but in general.”

“Nah,” he chuckled softly. “I didn’t do anything. I just stood there and watched you work. It was all you.”

“Yes, but without your prompting, I never would have realized some things. You know, since I was always focused on the ‘shoulds’ instead of the ‘coulds’,” you say, thinking back to your initial conversation. “So…thank you,” you say graciously, since you couldn’t think of any other way to express your gratitude.

“You’re welcome.” He pushed off his car, straightened out, took a step closer and stretched his hand out towards you. “I hope that you were satisfied with your experience?”

You smiled, clasping your hands with his. “I was.”

Then he turned wistful. “Does this mean that this is the last time I’m ever going to see you?”

You gave him a rueful smile. “I think so.”

He hummed, releasing you from his hold to slide his hands in his pocket and rocked back on his heels. “That’s a shame. I really liked spending time with you.”

You raised a quizzical eyebrow at him. “Do you say that to all of your clients?”

“Yes,” he replies candidly, with a little chuckle.

You laughed. “Thanks for not lying on my account.”

“That aside, I will say that you’re going to be one of my more memorable clients. And uh…If you ever want to talk or hang out and grab a drink somewhere–as friends,” he emphasized, “Just let me know.”

“I might take you up on that,” you answered in all sincerity.

You’d never met anybody like him. His lack of complication was fascinating to you. It was refreshing.

This evening, your chemistry felt so natural that you had moments where you forgot that you hired him to pretend to be in love with you. You didn’t know for certain if it was the alcohol, the boost of confidence that he gave you, or the fact that he was this unattainable fantasy–but you found yourself to be in love, too…just for tonight.

Nevertheless, beneath those big, round eyes of his was a dose of reality. It didn’t make you feel bitter thinking that you would never find someone exactly like him in the real world. He made you realize that even though you should not settle for anything less, you could still consider a compromise–one that would make you and your potential partner happy.

“I’m not forcing you to, though. The choice is always yours, as it should be,” he grinned.

You stare at him silently for a few seconds–and he stares back. As safe and assuring this look made you feel before, the longer he did it, the more intense that look got. Before you knew it, it felt as if he was undressing you on the spot.

After some hesitation, you wondered, “Can I try something?”

“Sure,” he replies.

You straightened out and moved closer to him, making his eyebrow quirk in anticipation of what you would do next. The last thing you see is him closing his eyes as you tilted your chin up to press your lips to his.

Although tentative at first, you opened your mouth slightly. Instinctively, his lips moved in perfect synchronicity with yours. You felt a tingle in the pit of your stomach when you felt his hand cup your jaw while your lips continued to explore each other’s mouths.

You finally found the strength to pull away from him, which left you breathless and slightly off-balance.

“Huh,” you say with your eyebrows raised and forehead creased.

His face falters a little at your seemingly unimpressed reaction. “Was that not good for you?” He asks slowly.

“Oh–it was good. Really good.” Your mind is buzzing, heat pooling between your legs.

You watched his tongue graze his lower lip before his right pointer finger slowly reached over to push some errant strands of hair away from your forehead. “I can show you exactly how good it could be.”

For a second, you actually considered it. He was great company and you had fun tonight…not to mention that he was also really hot.

“I can get a room for us at the hotel a couple blocks away from here.” Then, he leaned in and lowered his voice to your ear. “Off the clock.”

You had to admit, it was extremely tempting. It was all part of the service: the companionship, the fantasy, and mind-blowing sex designed to specifically please you…with no strings attached!

And why were you second-guessing this again?

But something within you thought that if you took him up on his offer, you wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself. A fantasy— no matter how enticing— was still a fantasy.

“You know what?” You stepped back slightly, clearing your throat nervously, “It’s just not what I need right now. I had a really great time with you and…I think we should leave at that,” you say as respectfully as possible.

He smiled, unperturbed. “I thought it was worth a shot,” he shrugged. “You never know!”

You groaned inwardly. “Trust me…it was not an easy decision.” You clutched your keys tighter while that ache between your thighs turned excruciating. You had to be logical about this.

“Can we at least hug it out?”

You laughed softly. “Of course!” You stepped into his waiting arms and he gave you a gentle squeeze. You had a fantastic time with him and he fulfilled the task that you had hired him for. In turn, he opened your eyes to what you’ve been missing this whole time–your worth.

“Don’t be a stranger, hm?” He mumbles into your ear.

You unlocked your car and opened the door. Before sliding in, you turn to him one last time. “Thank you for…everything, really.”

“You’re welcome. And don’t forget that you’re pretty awesome, too. You just have to believe in it more.”

******

“Oh and don’t forget, you have lunch with Jessi Nam in an hour.”

You look up and acknowledge your assistant, who sat across from your new desk in your new office, at Miri Jang’s firm. After the party, you put in your two weeks and gathered your things, taking with you a couple of notable clients–one of them, Jessica Nam.

“Thanks, Kai. I can’t miss that!”

He smiled. “And Cristina in Legal just sent over the final draft of the Nam contract. It’s all worked out and ready for her signature when you bring it to the meeting.”

“Perfect!” you remarked. “That’ll be all, Kai. Thanks again.”

When he steps out, you lean back against your seat and stare out your window.

It’s been over two weeks since you last saw Jungkook. Every now and then, you’d miss him…but it was more the idea of your date. The constant physical contact, being extra-attentive, complimenting you without sounding patronizing. And even the little things like, calling you ‘jagi’ or simply leaning in closer to listen to what you have to say.

Was it nice having the perfect boyfriend for a night? Of course!

Would you ever do it again? Highly unlikely.

Then again, it’s not like you canceled your membership so…never say 'never'.

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listen my doves. first time calling folks "doves", don't know how I feel about it, lmk what you think. anyway. if you're following me then I'm gonna assume you're chill with original characters, cuz otherwise, well, I have some news to break to you lol but yeah don't be out here hating on or ignoring ocs. like you do you but I think fandom, especially BG3, would be awfully boring without us. every character started as someone's original character. I know canons are more convenient but seriously, taking the time to learn about and interact with ocs not only facilitates and supports creative minds, but also enriches your own creativity and content consumption. so be a pal and give ocs a fair chance. we're trying our damndest ! ♡

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Part Nine: "The Nicer Nurses" ~ S. Reid

Summary: When New Year's arrives, and things begin to go back to normal, both Spencer and Imogen learn valuable lessons: (1) that Spencer is a runner, and (2) how important it is to know the nicer nurses.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Imogen Sterren (bipolar!OC)

Word Count: 2,300

Content Warning: gonna rate this R16+ for slight sexual content (sex + making out are both mentioned but neither are described in detail), physical violence? (Imogen kicks a nurse), takes place at the sanitarium, mentions of medications, mentions of a needle, small mention of food consumption, lmk if i missed anything!

Genre: Fluff to Angst with a lil suggestive stuff?

Extra Notes: we don't need to talk about the summary, it's shite ik

Based On the Song: Soon You'll Get Better by Taylor Swift

Originally Written: 11/24/2022 through 12/24/2022

Beta Read By: @reidsbookclub

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"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧." - 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞

One week had passed since Christmas. One week had passed since Spencer had realized just how scared he was for a future—or the lack thereof—with Imogen.

The week had been fairly calm. Spencer and Imogen spent their Christmas night wrapped in one another's embrace, entranced by the many things each of their bodies had to offer.

The next morning, the two flew to Las Vegas, hand-in-hand and cheek-to-cheek for the entire five hours of their flight.

The next few days had been spent slowly easing themselves back into their normal routine. Spencer spent most of his time at Bennington with his mother, while Imogen spent most of her time tucked away in her room, blotting down nearly every thought in her head onto her favorite notepad. Spencer had only snuck into Imogen's room once for a steamy make out session, though it was cut short when he had to hide under the bed to keep the nurse from seeing him.

Now, it was New Year's Eve and Spencer found himself savoring every second he had left with his mom before he flew back home the next day.

The two sat side-by-side in the rec room, Diana knitting the last of her yellow blanket and Spencer working on a word search.

"Hey, Mom?" Spencer started, looking away from his book.

Diana placed her knitting needles on her lap, looking up at her son. "Yes, Spencer?"

His stomach flipped as he asked, "How do you know if someone's the one?"

"Well, I've read many a romance novel in my lifetime," she said, placing a hand on the man's knee, "and I can say with complete certainty that… you just know."

"Did you know? With William, I mean." He couldn't bring himself to ever call him 'Dad'.

Her lips formed into a thin line as she thought. After a moment, she answered, "I suppose I did. No one had ever given me that nice, fuzzy feeling in my stomach before I met him."

Diana pouted, looking down. "Though, I suppose he didn't get that feeling from me in return."

Spencer's chest panged as he took his mother's hands in his own. "Hey, it's been almost fifteen years and we haven't needed him yet. Why should we start needing him now?"

"Doesn't mean it hurts any less, son," she reminded him. "Though, I think that's what makes you a much better person than your father."

His eyebrows furrowed. "How do you figure?"

The woman gave him quite possibly the kindest smile he'd ever seen. "You're strong. I know that no matter how hard things get for you, you'd never run away like he did. In fact, you'd stumble headfirst into the fire before you left someone to burn by themself."

He felt a prick of guilt shoot through his stomach as he listened to her words. With every word she said, he felt like doing just that—running. From Bennington, from the mess he'd created with Imogen, from the pain he was sure to feel on his flight home tomorrow.

For a moment, he reconsidered her words. Maybe he had stumbled headfirst into loving Imogen. After everything that happened on Christmas, he wasn't sure if that was the right thing to do or a big, messy mistake.

The room went silent as they turned back to their respective activities. Still, the only way Spencer found to drown out the silence was by letting his mind race, something he was regretting now and knew he'd definitely regret later.

Soon enough, night had fallen and Spencer tip-toed his way into Imogen's room. She lay in bed, reading by way of the dim bathroom light.

"Hey, bookworm," he chuckled as he entered, closing the door behind himself. "Whatcha reading this time?"

"Oh, nothing," she smirked. "Just a little book called Pride and Prejudice."

He rolled his eyes playfully. "Why would you pull that old thing out?"

She giggled, dog-earing her page and placing the book on the nightstand. "You know, you remind me of Mr. Darcy in a way."

"I believe he's described as 'haughty, reserved, and fastidious'. Is that correct?"

This time, Imogen was the one to roll her eyes. "Well, yes, but I meant caring and unselfish."

"How do you figure?"

"Well, I certainly know none of my ex boyfriends would hold my hand for five hours just because I was scared of a little turbulence."

He chuckled. "No, that was just because I myself was afraid of the turbulence."

"That too!" she exclaimed. "None of my ex boyfriends would ever admit that fears exist. They'd rather man up and pretend I was a helpless, scared, little girl who needed protection. You, on the other hand, let me protect you too."

He leaned over, kissing her forehead. He pulled away before looking down at his watch. "Hey, we still have an hour until New Year's. Anything you wanna do until then?"

She stayed silent, looking away from him.

"Hey," he said, pulling her chin back up, "you OK?"

Her eyes darted away as she shook her head. "I'm OK. I just have a lot on my mind."

Spencer leaned down, giving her a long and firm kiss. His hand moved from her chin to her cheek—a subtle attempt to deepen the kiss.

He pulled away for a beat before saying, "I think I know a way to distract you."

She scoffed softly. "Are you crazy, Spencer Reid? These doors do not have locks."

"Well, maybe someone will walk in and realize why they should give you locks."

Imogen rolled her eyes, biting the inside of her mouth. "What has gotten into you?"

He pouted, though he considered her words for a moment. Eventually, he answered, "I just want to enjoy you while I still have you."

"Spencer," she said, placing a hand softly on his face, "I'm not going anywhere."

"No, but I am."

Imogen felt her stomach do a somersault. She pulled away from him, not even having the strength to ask what he meant.

Spencer answered anyway, regardless of whether he'd been prompted to or not. "Imogen, I won't have any more vacation days until the end of summer. Are you really prepared to go without seeing me for almost a whole year?"

Without any hesitation, she replied, "Of course I am, Spencer. Because I love you. And I'd like to think you love me just as much. I am willing to make this work if you can."

Tears slid down his cheeks as he looked away, his heart spasming at the idea of having to look into those teal eyes and tell her the exact opposite of what she'd just said.

He didn't have to say it. She knew what was coming. She'd seen it before, when her last boyfriend figured out she was bipolar.

She looked down at her shaking hands, watching as her fingers managed to fidget with each other. "You don't want to make it work, do you?"

He lifted her chin again, looking directly into those ocean blues he loved so much. "It's not that. I just don't want to make you go through that. Not knowing when I'll be back. Knowing that I can't just fly in and help you when you're doing bad. Knowing that you were all the way out here, living a life of misery that I could've prevented… I wouldn't be able to live with myself."

"Did you ever stop and think maybe I wouldn't be living a life of misery if I had you in it?"

He sighed, looking away from her. "Immy-"

"Don't 'Immy' me, Spence, OK?" she nearly shouted, sitting up further. Her arms crossed tightly in front of her chest as she continued, "Every time you've used that nickname this week, it's been used in a bad way. I want you to use it in a good way. A way I want to remember. You know, since you're leaving me because my life would just be so awful with you living a thousand miles away."

He gulped hard, but stayed silent. He didn't dare interrupt Imogen Sterren during a rant. Especially not when it was something that needed to be said.

"Spencer, I don't know if you're aware of this or not, but contrary to what you might think, my life has been thirty times better with you in it. Even when you were 2,423 miles away."

"You-"

"Yes, I counted. Because for every mile between us, my love for you stretches ten times further," she told him, tears brimming her eyes.

His head fell. He didn't even have the strength to look at her. "I'm so sorry, sunflower."

Imogen reached over, placing a hand under his chin. "Look at me. Please."

He slowly lifted his head, tears sitting on the edges of his own eyes. His stomach panged with every possible emotion—guilt, worry, sadness, love.

"I love you, Spencer. No amount of miles between us is gonna stop that. I don't care if I don't see you for a decade, I am still going to love you with every inch of my being."

The two shared a slow and passionate kiss, which turned into slow, passionate, euphoric love making. Their hands were clasped together the entire time, as if holding on to one another for as long as they possibly could. The only time their lips parted was when Spencer's watch beeped, prompting him to say, "Happy New Year, sunflower," to which Imogen replied with, "It will be the happiest one yet, because I have you in it this time."

Spencer lay beside Imogen until he was sure she had fallen asleep, only getting up once he heard soft puffs escaping her nose. He left a ghost of a kiss on her hairline before sneaking out of the room and tip-toeing down the hall to his mother's room.

He wasn't entirely sure Diana was asleep when he'd arrived (she was not asleep, but she wasn't going to let him know that), but her eyes were closed and she was bundled up tightly underneath a pink blanket she'd knitted for herself. He left a ghost of a kiss on her forehead as well before climbing under the heated blanket he'd brought along, hoping somehow the warmth of the blanket would transfer to his heart.

The next morning arrived, Spencer only waking up once the nurse came in for Diana's morning medication. He secretly cursed himself for sleeping in so late, knowing he'd regret it the next day when he had to be at work bright and early.

The room stayed silent as he moved from his own bed to the edge of Diana's. The nurse gave him a small smile as she pulled her med cart toward the door, quickly moving on to the next room.

"No! No, no, no!!"

Spencer hopped up from the bed. "That sounded like Imogen," he said, his lungs feeling as though they'd collapse.

He sprinted as fast as his feet would carry him down the hall and into Imogen's room. "Imogen!" he called, shoving the door open.

Imogen squirmed on the bed as the nurse from that first night—Betty he'd learned her name was—attempted to give Imogen her morning medication.

"Imogen, you have to take these medicines!" she shouted, her voice teetering on the edge of lashing out at her.

Spencer breathed heavily, assessing what he should do. He managed to say, "Please don't shout at her. It scares her even more than she already is."

"Mr. Reid," she sassed as she turned around, her voice rising higher, "I've tried just about everything in the book to get Imogen to take these medicines! Unless you have a better idea of what I should do, you should leave."

And with that, she turned back to Imogen. "Imogen, open your mouth. You have to take these medications."

Imogen's jaw clenched down as she squirmed even more, trying to wriggle away from Betty.

The nurse sat the medicine down before grabbing a needle. "Imogen, I'm going to have to give you a shot of Valium, OK?"

Imogen shoved Betty's hand, the needle falling to the floor and rolling underneath the bed. "No! Don't make me take those!"

"Please," Spencer nearly begged, "just bring in one of the nicer nurses. I'm sure she'll listen to them just fine."

"Mr. Reid, you need to get out of here!"

Imogen wriggled again, moving her legs from underneath the blanket. She kicked hard, hitting Betty in the shin and causing her to tumble to the floor.

"Imogen!" Spencer shouted, his eyes growing as big as saucers.

Betty hit the floor with a thud!, a groan escaping her lips. "Aahhh," she winced, "my hip."

Spencer rushed to help Betty out of the floor, but it was no use. She just shoved his hand away. "You started this. She didn't act this way until she met you."

His heart raced as he ran out of the room, tears streaming down his cheeks. He rushed around Diana's room, collecting his things and avoiding eye contact with his mother.

"Spencer?" she asked, looking up from her breakfast.

"Not now, Mom. I'm sorry," he managed to say, rubbing his cheek with the back of his sleeve.

He threw things haphazardly into his duffel bag, for once too preoccupied to make sure everything was in its correct place. He needed to get out of there, and fast.

"Son, what's wrong?" Diana asked, her eyes heavy.

He picked up the duffel from its place on the dresser before ambling over to his mother, giving her a passive kiss on the forehead. "I gotta go away for a while, Mom. I'm sorry."

And with that, Spencer was out the door, running away, exactly like his mother had told him not to.

"𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭." - 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲

As Grecy once said... Spencer went "wheels up in .5"

YALL!!! this chapter was probably the one i've been most looking forward to writing since i outlined this series. i always had this idea of Spencer and Diana bonding when he went back and i feel like i tackled it beautifully if i do say so myself hehehe

anyway, i hope you all enjoyed! i am so excited for you guys to get to the finale of this series fr

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puppy-the-mask · 11 months

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Some traditional doodles of Connie, as well as some headcannons!

-Connie isn’t very good at using magic, built to consume energy rather than release and use it. So while they Can it’s rather difficult for them to pull off and they aren’t very well learned in how to properly use it anyways.

Because of this their human disguise is slightly off putting- having a tinge of green about them- and it’s form easily becomes destabilized, revealing their true nature when they’re hungry. They get goopy and seem to almost start melting while their eyes shift to have demonic slit pupils. And yes- the clothes are part of their body, which is why everything is green.

-Connie, being sentient mold, smells very musty. Standing next to her is like you’re suddenly standing in a cave or a leaky basement. They’ve got that old house smell to them that just can’t be covered up no matter how much perfume you hose them down with. That doesn’t stop Cas from trying though

This makes Cas also a bit musty by proxy but it’s much harder to tell as she uses scented soaps and hair products to cover it up. He takes showers Religiously because of this and always tries to smell nice. Scented candles and air fresheners can be found all over their home

-Connie has been approached multiple times by people asking for weed, they think they smell it on her but nope. She questions what kind of weed they’re using if it smells like mold but just shoos them away and moves on with her day

-Connie prefers Savory flavors and is partial to the occasional spicy food. But just plain old salty kinda of savory food are her favorites. She’s the kind of person who’d lick a salt lamp for funsies and then take a bite out of it both for the shock factor and for the excuse to eat it.

-While Connie loves actual food sometimes they miss eating rocks and dirt and wood. Sometimes they just pick up twigs to chew on or rocks to crunch between their teeth. They have been banned from using Cas’ body to satisfy their unusual cravings and have to use their disguised form. This unironically pushed it to learn how to disguise itself properly and make a fully functional human form. It only took them a century to finally buckle down and work at it =_=

-They actually prefer vegetarian meals, most mold doesn’t eat living things and while Connie didn’t initially they had grown into it after becoming a monster. It later learned it was the energy/power inside living things that they were drawn to rather than the taste of flesh. So unless it’s part of a fight they won’t go eating living things anymore. Cooked meat is still tasty to them but plants and such taste the best in their opinion.

-in fights they absorb the kinetic (or magical) energy used to harm them. It still hurts/damages them but the energy is stored for later use. I just really like the character types where hitting them makes them stronger- and in a lot of them their weakness is giving them exactly what they want until they’re ‘too full’ this isn’t possible for connie but their body can still be destroyed by using more power than they’re currently capable of. They aren’t invulnerable, they just grow back fast.

#my art #sketches #lmk oc #lmk oc the consumption

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p1zzaplex · 5 months

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pizzaplex system / cornflower collective .

◜collective info◞ ∿ 18 y/o ⬫ dex ⬫ they&/them&. partial-DID system. white american, perisex, transmasc/pangender/genderfluid. ∿ we struggle with functional neurological disorder, autism & adhd, and some kind of issues with words and reading. ∿ we are medically recognized/diagnosed for all of these things, but i do not owe the specifics of that information to anybody and it does not validate me any more otherwise.

◜please dni◞ ∿ endogenic systems or supporters, dream stans or likers. dsmp fanatics are on thin ice. basic dni criteria otherwise. zionists, proshippers, etc, special acronym for you that starts with k. ∿ we are 18, and would rather not have children interacting due to personal discomfort. (14 or under) ∿ fnaf mimic dislikers GO TO HELL!!! (joke)

◜views?◞ ∿ we do not engage in syscourse, but would prefer those who label themselves as endogenic systems to not interact w/ us. we believe most endogenic systems are misguided or misinformed. ∿ we believe in educated self diagnosis, people against it aren't welcome on this page. individuals do not need to prove their disorders to you by receiving a professional diagnosis. ∿ we will not tolerate open hate anywhere, no matter what your beliefs are. ∿ 0 tolerance for freaks and ppl who are here to cause issues. i block freely because its my account.

◜blog content◞ ∿ we post system related junk, fnd related junk, oc related junk, interest related junk... you get the idea. whatever we want.

◜system information◞ ∿ introject heavy (you know, due to the neurodivergency thing...) ∿ hosts include sylvester (many names, all neos + he/she), bailey (he/she/neos), and dipper (he/they). ∿ if you need PK/SP info for any reason, message and ask for it. not totally sure if i'll give it to anyone but the offer is there i guess. sdfhjsdfkl

◜misc◞ ∿ we will tag triggers. please dm me what you need tagged and i will make sure to add it to a list somewhere. ∿ special interests currently include ocs, fnaf, computer viruses and a bunch of other fun stuff. if i do it right, the full interest list will be under the read more thingy. ∿ critical consumption of all interests. ∿ bad with tonetags. you'll know if im actually upset with you, but if you need one feel free to ask. i talk funny online and my tone could come off as rude, just know it's not my intention. ∿ speaking of tone stuff, our communication may be weird because of the whole... system thing. signoffs are in the tags and everyone will try to remember I Think.

◜special interests◞ ∿ FNAF!!!!, mp100, petscop, ts6, my ocs, omori, sam and max, bolt, pkmn, bbu, cybersecurity, storytelling, warrior cats, the lego movie, sonic, music, gravity falls, stray, minecraft, petz catz/dogz, lmk, toh, hermits/trafficsmp, rainworld, httyd, poetry, args, the bad guys, aggretsuko, puss in boots, lackadaisy, backwoods, portal, doors

◜content creators i like◞ danny gonzalez, drew gooden, kurtis conner, markiplier, jerma, astralspiff, hermits, cody co, rtgame, sinjin drowning

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#- sylvester #pdid #pdid system #fnd #functional neurological disorder #pizzaplexposting

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lynnesgalaxy · 3 years

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Previous - First - Next

Emilette, after all that happens during Snaktooth, finally apologizes to Frankley during the Major Celebration!

#bugsnax #grumpus oc #grumpus #bugsnax oc #oc #original character #frankley #emilette #posting their story in order?? never heard of such a thing #because the next post i have ready is when the journalist finds emilette at the very beginning #and i'm working on frankley's #sO SCREW ORDER I'M HAVING FUN i hope you guys can understand whats going on though #this is an art tag #alcohol tw #drinking tw #alcohol consumption tw #i dunno how to tag it so if there's a more appropiate tag i should use please lmk!!!!#long post

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strawbkoo · 2 years

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ghost of your touch | jjk (m)

Jeongguk’s been ignoring you. It’s been 3 weeks now with no contact, your heart hurts. Out of all people, you would never have thought Jeon Jeongguk would leave you alone after taking your virginity.

pairing: jeongguk x fem!reader

rating/genre: m | college au, friends who slept together, a dash of smut, flashbacks, some good 'ole hurt and comfort, fluff<333

word count: 2.2k

warnings: just jeongguk being an idiot, hurt!oc (but also hurt!jjk), mentions of alcohol consumption (getting wasted), consensual sex, talks of virginity

a/n: if the smut scene at the start feels a bit familiar u can thank lexi n mark (greys) for the inspo hehe,, hope u enjoy this short drabble!! lmk if you liked it <3

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Sitting in the library hesitating to click on someone's contact wasn't how you'd prefer to spend your Thursday afternoons. But today, you can't help it. You'd been waiting for any sign of acknowledgement from Jeongguk.

You get it. Virginity is a social concept reinforced to prevent women from fully easing into their sexuality. You get it. But that doesn't mean that the first time someone has seen you so vulnerable means nothing. No, to you, it means something. Maybe not as much to Jeongguk, considering this was not his first time.

So, yes, you wanted a sign of acknowledgement. Even if it's, 'Hey, I'm sorry it's taken me three weeks to tell you this, but we can't be friends after I took your virginity. Sorry!' Because then you'd at least know. But as you refresh your notifications once more, you sigh, nothing.

Leaning your head on your palm, you can't help but think of that night.

Your hands shake as you take your hoodie off, dropping it beside your feet.

"Yn, what-"

"Show me." You saw how Jeongguk clenched his jaw and turned away from you. You didn't want him to resist any longer. "Show me, Jeongguk."

You put your phone away and decide to focus on your coursework. It deserved more attention than you were giving it.

While working through the lecture slides, you startle at the noise outside the building. Your breath hitches as you watch from afar.

Jeongguk. His friend group walked outside, playfully nudging one another. At least now you knew he was alive and well.

You close your laptop, starting to put things away. Maybe you'll reach Jeongguk if you hurry. But when you drop your water bottle on the ground, the thud snaps you out of it. Jeongguk hasn't texted you, hasn't called, hasn't even looked your way for a whole three weeks. What makes you think he won't act indifferently to you still.

Deflating, you stop your packing. You watch Jeongguk laugh with his friends until he's out of sight. Thinking back, you try to pinpoint what could have happened for him to act this way.

The moment you say his name, you see his resolve break. He's striding up to you, his hands cupping your face and bringing you into a dizzying kiss.

Your hands wander down his torso, pulling at his shirt. He pulls back enough for you to take it off him. His hand's reaching out to do the same to you.

Unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them off your legs, you can't help but moan. Jeongguk looks at you with such want.

He grabs you and hauls you up to his chest, your legs wrapping around him as he moves to your bed. Laying you down gently, Jeongguk slides his hands down your sides. His lips move against your neck, slowly trailing downwards.

It hurts knowing that the guy you like acts like you don't exist. It hurts more after you both had spent, what was to you, a special night together. You get up. Your bag over your shoulder as you walk out of the library. You can't get too caught up in it.

Laying your head back against the couch, you can't help but slightly regret not going out with your roommate. Taehyung had offered to drive you to Namjoon's place for a few drinks and catching up. But a part of you didn't want to see Jeongguk there. Or worse, watch him ignore you the entire night.

But it's okay. Watching reruns of Boy Meets World is just as good. Although a tad lonelier. Drinking with your friends and catching up on their lives will have to wait until you can sort out what's going on between you and Jeongguk.

But as Mr Feeny goes into another lecture, there's a knock at your door. Grumbling, you get up to open it.

The last thing you'd expect is your sheepish roommate with Jeongguk hanging off his arm. The man had drunk a bit too much, guessing from his glassed over eyes and wobbling legs.

"Hey, sorry about bringing him here with no warning. I couldn't find his keys, so I thought here would be better than on the floor," Taehyung said as he carried Jeongguk to the couch, throwing him on it unceremoniously.

The man in question flops over, his arm dangling off the side of the couch as he groans. He doesn't look so great.

"I gotta go back to help Joonie clean up. I promised him I would. It'll be a few hours. You all good with him here?"

Taehyung doesn't know about that night. He doesn't know your mutual friend left you the morning after taking your virginity. That Jeongguk's been ignoring your very existence since then. To Taehyung, you're still best friends. So, all you can do is nod. Taehyung gives you a final hug before leaving back to his boyfriend's house.

You sigh, looking at the figure passed out on your couch. You take in Jeongguk's sweaty bangs sticking to his forehead, how his shirt has lifted slightly, giving you a peek at his bare torso.

Your hands find purchase on Jeongguk's chest, your nails digging in to keep you steady. Jeongguk's hands press into your hips, pulling you up and down on his dick.

You never thought riding Jeongguk would feel this good. You moan aloud when he sits up to get a better angle. His lips at your neck, kissing and biting the sensitive skin.

"God, Yn, you feel perfect. You are perfect- fuck..."

Placing the painkillers and glass of water on the coffee table, you frown at the memory. How did you go from that to this?

You decide not to linger on that thought, afraid you'll get upset again. Grabbing the TV remote, you record the current episode playing to watch for another time.

Looking to your side, you see the gentle rise of his chest. You're positive he's asleep. So, like any other sane person, you talk to him, letting everything off your chest.

"You know how much I care for you, Jeongguk. You're one of my best friends, and I thought I could go to you for anything. Had I known what a mess this turned out to be, I wouldn't have asked you.

"I just wanted the person I trust and adore the most to be the one that, y'know... helped me out. And I know that's unfair. You didn't ask to take my virginity, you just did what I wanted. Maybe that was the problem. Now, I'm sitting here talking to you while you're asleep, and I've never felt so far from you. You're everything to me, Jeongguk. But I can't help the hurt I feel after you left."

"I thought I could handle it."

Your head whips to the side to see Jeongguk watching you. How long had he been awake?

"What?" you stutter out.

"You," Jeongguk sighed as he looked down at his hand, playing with the side of the couch. "I thought I could handle what comes after that night. But, I couldn't."

You're beyond confused. What is he saying?

"Tell me what's wrong. Did I do something? Did you feel forced?"

"No! No, nothing like that. You didn't force me, Yn. I wanted it as much as you did." He looks so genuine, reassuring you.

That had been the scariest thought. That through all of it, Jeongguk didn't want any of it. That you'd somehow manipulated him into agreeing, it made you feel gross and had you rubbing your skin raw the morning after.

"Then why?"

Jeongguk pauses, his eyes looking to the ceiling, almost as if he is debating whether he should tell you. He wasn't one to shy away from sleeping with people. He wasn't bringing people home on the regular, but last you'd heard, he wasn't opposed to an occasional hookup. What about you was so jarring? Was it the fact that you were a virgin? You see him bite at his lip, worrying the skin between his teeth.

"I thought I could sleep with you and not get my heartbroken," he says in one breath. You watch as he takes a deep breath, eyes fleeting from yours down to his hands. "You mean so much to me, Yn, more than you'll ever know. I don't know why I agreed to sleep with you. I knew it'd only hurt. But seeing how willing you were to have me in that way. Fuck, Yn, I couldn't not when you've been in my dreams for years."

You reel from the confession. Did Jeongguk have feelings for you? Is that why he's been ignoring you? You see the sincerity in his eyes - his heart on his sleeve.

"I couldn't look at you, knowing you didn't feel the same way. I couldn't wake up to you knowing this was the first and last time I'd ever get you that close. Not when you'd most likely freak out having slept with your best friend." he spat. "So, I ran. And I know that it was selfish, I know that I hurt you, and I'm so sorry. I couldn't handle having you so close yet not mine. Not when I'm so in love with you."

You can barely say anything, your head whirring. But one fact sticks out, "You sound so put together right now."

Jeongguk chuckles, sitting up, "I may have faked being off my head around Taehyung. And maybe I put my keys somewhere he couldn't find them. I knew he would bring me here, which meant I had a chance of seeing you. I didn't think I would say all of this, though."

"Jeongguk, I don't- I don't know what to say..."

"You don't have to say anything. I just wanted to tell you. I should've told you from the beginning. Maybe then you would've had a better experience." Jeongguk gets up to leave, but you stop him.

"Wait!" He turns to you as you grab his wrist. "I didn't just choose you to take my virginity. I- I wanted you to. I wouldn't have wanted it with anyone else, Jeongguk. I care about you too, maybe more than I've been letting on." You stand up, watching Jeongguk's brows furrow, "I like you, Jeongguk."

The hope that fills Jeongguk is apparent. His shoulders lift, his lips twitch into a smile. He looks lighter.

"But you have to understand that what you did was not only immature but hurtful. Jeongguk, I get that you overstepped your feelings by sleeping with me, but it wasn't just a random night. I let you into one of my most vulnerable moments, and when you left, it felt like you just looked around and decided you didn't want any part in it."

Jeongguk's eyes look to the ground feeling unimaginably guilty. He knows what he did was wrong that he shouldn't have left. At the time, it felt like the right thing to do, but standing in front of you now, he can see how badly his actions affected you, the person he loves dearly.

"Yn," Jeongguk says your name as he walks towards you, grabbing onto your hands. "I am so sorry. I know a simple apology won't diminish the hurt you went through. Every day, I will try to make up for it, beg on my knees for your forgiveness, because that's the least I can do. I can't believe that I would hurt the person I love like this. I can't apologise enough."

You can only nod, watching as Jeongguk's eyes get glassy. You can tell he's genuinely sorry for what he did.

"Look, I'm not going to hold it above your head. We were both being stupid. I should have confessed why I came to you that night. I shouldn't have acted like I just chose your name out of a hat and decided you were taking my virginity. I am sorry for that. This whole thing was a mess, and I'd rather put it in our past if that's okay with you."

Nodding, Jeongguk takes your hand, playing with the rings.

"Hopefully not everything." he muses, intertwining your hands.

Smiling up at him, you can't help the tingly feeling you get as he looks at you. You pull Jeongguk in, your arms around his waist and his around your shoulders.

"I like you. I've liked you since you ran to four different stores to grab my favourite ice cream when I was crying watching 'Your name'." Your heart swelled at the memory.

Jeongguk laughed at the memory, leaning down to kiss your forehead. The silence is comfortable as you both sway side to side. That is until:

"I can think of one way to make up for that night..."

Giggling, you swat at the man's stomach after the suggestive offer.

But when you look up at Jeongguk, you can't help but fall for him more. Happiness looks the best on him.

a/n: lmk your thoughts by sending me an ask i would love it vvv much :DD

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chryuhwan · 3 years

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helloooo i’m sol (21+, they/them) and this is yuhwan. he’s an old oc revamped too many times so if he seems familiar... my b dude i’m attached i guess. anyway, i’m excited to be here! please like this post if you’re interested in plotting and i’ll hit you up. i’m not on twitter and pretty sparse on discord, so i prefer tumblr im! but if that’s difficult for you, we can figure smth out! i have a short (haha) tl;dr under the cut, but you can also read up more on his BIO and PROFILE pages.

RUNDOWN

TRIGGER & CONTENT WARNINGS: physical abuse, underage drug/alcohol consumption, (attempted) suicide (lmk if you want a redacted summary!)

BASICS — born and raised in busan up until the tender age of seventeen, when he was sent (“exiled”) to seoul to live with his aunt and uncle and attend hannam. the catalyst was a rebellious phase turned lifestyle (a lot of really reckless decisions involving drugs, alcohol, vandalism, swiping money from the tithes & offerings, u name it) and his parents deciding they a) didn’t want to deal with that and b) didn’t want that to reflect on their reputations. he’s been in seoul ever since and has never stayed in busan for longer than a couple of days.

ON RELIGION & FAITH — the only son of the head pastor of a well-known megachurch in busan, yuhwan was raised under the strict and watchful eye of his obsessive parents! he’s not religious anymore by any means, but faith (or his lack thereof) has shaped a huge part of his mentality. his lack of belief in a higher power is the foundation of his ‘if i have the confidence to own up to the potential consequences of my actions, then i’ll do whatever i want to’ mindset. he’s not going to be discouraged by a god that doesn’t exist!

ON SEOUL — hates it. yep. he hates seoul, but he doesn’t really have the drive to try to find somewhere he does like because he hates busan too. when he was sent to live with his aunt and uncle, he was treated pretty poorly (still flinches when people raise their hand at him), like a glorified punching bag. hannam wasn’t any better, and the military was nice in the way prison cells might be. he hates cramped things and the only decent jogging path he knows runs him right by the bridge he almost jumped off of after his military service ended so. you know. you win some, you lose some.

ON HANNAM — hated it. yep. straight up hated it. he was pretty good about being friendly around virtually anyone who held his attention for more than a couple of seconds, but yuhwan hates the idea of hierarchies! finds them downright stifling, and he doesn’t like the idea of being placed in a box, etc. hannam felt like an oppressive social pyramid and he thought that kinda sucked so as friendly as he was on the outside, he had zero interest in making friends and has probably only willingly kept in touch with a handful of people since graduating.

ON GOSSIPS, RUMORS, AND SECRETS — he’s a tabloid writer. once a regular editor for a small newspaper, he gave that up and decided to sacrifice his morals for a higher paycheck. he blames his mom because she, as the pastor’s wife, had a lot of access to juicy gossip and liked to tell yuhwan about it. yuhwan’s probably the least trustworthy person he knows. he’s careful to keep the secrets of people he cares about, but as it turns out, he doesn’t really care about that many people. he’s friendly, open to listening, and honestly not that bad at giving advice etc., but be on your guard. wouldn’t want your dirty laundry to be aired out for the world to see, after all.

ON THE PRESENT — he’s minding his own business. really. like i said, he’s probably kept in touch with some people, but otherwise he’s not really interested in the busy lives of almost-strangers unless they’re going to get him a bonus on his next paycheck. yuhwan very much so marches to the beat of his own drum. he doesn’t care much about the world around him and only cares when it inconveniences him. like a kite without a string, he’s floating wherever the fuck the wind’s going to take him!

ON HIS SECRET — after graduating from high school, and then university, and then finishing military service, yuhwan thought he might literally lose his fucking mind if he didn’t set himself free in one way or another. ultimately, he decides he won’t be able to coexist in peace with his parents unless they change. and because they won’t change of their own volition, he submits an anonymous tip about his father’s embezzlement of church funds. in the end, it doesn’t destroy his dad’s legacy or anything; the church is still up and running—but it’s an ordeal that takes months, years of being humbled by the weight of the world. he doesn’t feel bad about it. his mom gossips less and his dad’s less of an asshole, after all. makes family gatherings that much more bearable when they’re all tired of existing!

CONNECTIONS

BEST FRIEND — just one. no dramatic childhood friends story or anything like that. just one person he actually really genuinely sincereeeeeely liked from hannam that didn’t take any effort or slow build to figure out. probably the only person he really trusts in this big, bad city. you’ve got a huge weapon in your hands! he’s not used to putting this much trust in others. (+1000 if in a two-day relationship that ended terribly. ‘i would never date you again, but i’ll still die for u’ kinda vibes)

HANNAM FRIENDS — there won’t be many, but! anyone? anyone?? he was a friendly, easygoing person (still is, tbh) during his hannam days, but was definitely a free spirit who did whatever he wanted. if you could keep up with his pace, then he might have liked your company. he’s not a fan of overly serious people unless they have the patience of a saint! (trust me, you’ll need it.)

HANNAM... NOT FRIENDS — he’s not so conscious of his surroundings as to have enemies himself, but he definitely did get pushed around for a little while when he was first getting settled. and he’s also definitely spoken out of turn and said some rude shit (not on purpose) (he just doesn’t have a filter) here and there. want to hate his guts? please do. negative energy’s welcome in this house!

COUSIN — a similar-aged cousin, also the child of the aunt and uncle yuhwan absolutely fucking abhors. they might have a contentious relationship. might even be a positive one. either way, they lived under the same roof for a few years!

TABLOID VICTIM — got a little fame to your name? have a nasty scandal you didn’t want to get out? well, now it’s out. and sensationalized, too! maybe you know it’s him who leaked it (and wrote the article, while we’re at it). maybe you don’t!

BUSAN BUDDIES — and i use the word ‘buddies’ loosely. grow up in busan? have religious parents? religious yourself maybe? well, maybe you bumped into each other then. yuhwan had the reputation of being a prim and proper pastor’s son, amiable and cheerful and so so devoted, up until he was suddenly sent to seoul. all of his bad habits and reckless adventures were largely done behind his parents’ backs (until he got caught, at least!)—you know of them? partake in them, maybe? or maybe you didn’t know, and you’re wondering why the fuck he came to seoul in the first place

BLACKMAIL — he’s not above using underhanded tactics if they’re made available to him. sometimes he doesn’t even need a big reason. maybe he found out a secret of yours and he wants a secret you know about someone else. he’ll hold it over your head! call it a little game of cat and mouse!

#thank you for the welcomes! will get to them soon #chrintro

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I decided to do the personality test with my ocs because I think it helps solidify their personalities and help others understand them better. I only went up to strengths and weaknesses if you’re familiar with the website. If you wanna see more lmk.

Peter: ENTJ. extroverted, intuitive, thinking, judging, assertive. Natural born leader, charming, strive for greatness. Bad with own emotions. While I think it fits him very well, he’s not dismissive of others emotions and thinks they’re incredibly useful and have pushed humanity to where it is today, even if that’s not so great.

Jason: ISFJ. Introverted, observant, feeling, judging, assertive. Sensitive, analytical, reserved but great people skills, conservative but open minded. Kind of a walking contradiction that works in his favor. Meticulous and takes work personally. Reliable and patient. Loyal to the max.

Represses feelings and too altruistic. This one I think fits Jason to the complete max.

Anahii: ESTP. Extroverted, observant, thinking, prospecting, assertive. Love to be the center of attention, doesn’t care about global issues or politics, fix mistakes as she goes, more likely to have a lifestyle of risky behavior. Bold, rational and practical, direct. Insensitive, impatient, risk prone, unstructured. Also fits her very well.

Brian: ISTP. Introverted, observant, thinking, prospecting, turbulent. Explorer with hands and eyes, move from project to project, friendly but very private, calm but suddenly spontaneous, extremely curious but unable to focus on formal studies. Can be a challenge to predict, even by loved ones. Often act too soon. While I think it fits him great, however by the time you get to strengths and weaknesses it loses it. He’s extremely emotional and great with commitment to loved ones.

Plethora: ESFP. Extroverted, observant, feeling, prospecting, turbulent. Loves entertaining people and wants others to be happy. Well fashioned, observant to other peoples emotions. Playful, energetic, good for a laugh. Bold, original, observant, excellent people skills. Sensitive, unfocused, bad long time planner, bored easily. While his personality did take a 180 after the assassination, I think this still fits him perfectly. Even though he became a much more reserved and depressed person, your old personality will always shine through whenever.

Cassandra: ISFJ. Introverted, observant, feeling, judging, turbulent. Sensitive, analytical, reserved but great people skills, conservative but open minded. Supportive, loyal but hardworking, good practical skills. Humble and very shy, takes things too personally, represses her feelings, and overworks herself. Matches her perfectly. I wouldn’t of guessed that her and Jason are the same type of personality but now that I’m making the comparison I can see it.

Michelle: ISTJ. Introverted, observant, thinking, judging, assertive. Logical, determined, analytical, prone to anger towards time consumption. When she says to get something done, she will, no matter the personal obligations. Honest and direct, enforce order, Jack of all trades. Stubborn, insensitive, judgmental. I think it fits her very well, however she’s willing to break laws, hurt and manipulate people, kill people, and is a great liar, which I don’t think the website would say something like that 🤣

Aj: ISTJ. Introverted, observant, thinking, judging, assertive. Prefers self sufficiency and autonomy over relying on someone else. Highly values personal integrity. Honest and direct, strong willed. Insensitive, by the book, judgmental. She’s meant to be kind of a mirror to Michelle, however she’s not naturally this way, more of a factor of her environment. While Michelle is cold and villainous, Aj hasn’t quite hit that mark yet, despite being very selfish herself.

Gwen: ENFP. Extroverted, intuitive, feeling, prospecting, assertive. Free spirit, outgoing, open hearted, and open minded. Friendly, outgoing, and introspective. Likes connecting emotionally with others. Curious, enthusiastic, good natured. People pleasing, disorganized, overly accommodating. I think it fits her perfectly. While she becomes far more jaded as time goes on, I still see this fitting. Like with Plethora, despite the jaded attitude and trauma she continues to pack on in life, her personality shines still. That’s why they got along so well.

Ivan: ENTP. Extroverted, intuitive, thinking, prospecting, assertive. Loves mental sparring, ultimate devil’s advocate, loves destroying ones arguments not for any personal gain, but just because it’s fun. Knowledgeable, quick thinker, original, great brainstormers, charismatic, energetic. Insensitive, intolerant, dislikes practical matters. It fits Ivan perfectly. He thrives off of curiosity and learning new thing, and without morality, that pushes him to partake and help the unthinkable happen, no matter who it hurts, all just to find out what happens after. He strives for more opportunities and control to feed that desire to learn.

#my ocs #alex banters #original character #personality type #peter durante #jason byrne #anahii durante #brian valentino #cassandra valentino #plethora valentino #michelle wilson #aj richman #gwen richman #ivanoff frikoski #ref

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Part Seven: "The First Time" ~ S. Reid

Summary: When Imogen visits Spencer for Christmas, he underestimates just how special the first time for everything really is.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Imogen Sterren (bipolar!OC)

Word Count: 3,782

Content Warning: R16+ for a makeout scene and sexual content (fade to black smut), loss of virginity (for Spencer), mild swearing, mentions of the sanitarium, food consumption, lmk if I missed anything!

Genre: Fluff. a lil bit of Fluffy Smut at the end.

Extra Notes: more on this later but this was not AT ALL what i had originally planned for this chapter

Based On the Song: Soon You'll Get Better by Taylor Swift

Originally Written/Re-Written: 07/27/2022 through 08/03/2022 and 12/17/2022

Beta Read By: @theghouligan

Criminal Minds masterlist can be found here!

"Soon You'll Get Better" series masterlist can be found here!

*** - indicates smut

"𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬: 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥." - 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥 𝐂𝐨𝐡𝐧

Spencer always hated the airport, but he was sure he hated it a little more when he was waiting for Imogen's flight to arrive.

Normally, he'd have Derek or Elle or JJ to distract him from all the germs and the overwhelming sounds of the loudspeaker. Normally, he'd head into the airport Starbucks for a hot chocolate. Normally, he'd be somewhat OK.

Today, however, was not one of those days.

Between the worry of waiting for Imogen to arrive, the hustle and bustle of a thousand people rushing around, and the ache that had settled in his stomach from not eating breakfast, Spencer was sure he'd pass out before the morning was over.

He paced around the airport, just outside of Imogen's gate. With every step he took, Spencer only became more anxious to hear the words, "Flight DL303 arriving from St. Louis at Gate B16."

The sudden sound of his phone vibrating in his pocket was just enough to break him from his trance. He slid it out of his pocket, nearly cracking a smile as he noticed Penelope's number at the top.

"Hey, Penelope," he greeted, his voice shaky.

"Stop worrying," she told him.

His eyebrows furrowed. "How did you -"

"Because I know you all too well, Spencer Reid. You're probably pacing around the terminal right now."

His mouth scrunched as he stopped mid-pace. "I hate when you're right," he grumbled.

She laughed, a noise Spencer enjoyed almost as much as Imogen's laugh. "Not to mention, your voice had 'panic' written all over it."

He sighed as he sat down, glancing at his watch for probably the thousandth time since he'd arrived at DCA. He'd gone silent, something that didn't go unnoticed by the woman on the phone.

"You OK?" Penelope asked, her voice laced with concern.

"Yeah," he answered, his voice shaky.

Though he couldn't see it, Penelope's face fell in sadness. "You don't sound OK, Spencer."

His breathing started to pick up as his opposite hand started to flail. "Not now," he thought. His hand shook for dear life as he attempted to take a breath. His lungs felt as though they were on the verge of collapsing as he took a string of shallow breaths.

"Spencer-"

Spencer attempted to take another breath, but instead, all he could manage was a gasp.

"Hey, you're alright," she attempted to calm him. Normally, her voice would've been enough to soothe him. But today, he wasn't even sure Imogen's voice could've soothed him, had she been given the opportunity to try.

"What if the plane crashed? What if she got lost? What if-"

"What if," Penelope emphasized, "she's just fine? What if her plane is just running a few minutes behind?"

"Penelope," he managed to say, finally taking his first deep breath all morning.

"Shh, you're gonna be alright. Imogen is gonna be alright," she comforted. "Just focus on my voice, alright?"

He nodded with a deep sigh, hoping somehow that that conveyed he was listening.

"Spencer, everything is going to be OK. You're both going to have an amazing time together. You're finally gonna ask her to be your girlfriend. And though I've never met Imogen, I can guarantee you, she will say yes."

"Why would she say yes, Penelope?" he fretted. "I'm not handsome like Derek. I'm not strong like Hotch. No one should want me."

"You may not be handsome like Hot Chocolate, and you may not be strong like White Chocolate," she joked, "but you know what you are?"

"What?"

"You're sweet like you," she told him, her voice almost as sweet as the words she'd said. "Milk Chocolate, if you will."

He let out an almost inaudible snicker. He supposed there must be a little bit of truth in her words. All his life, he'd been told that he was "the sweet one"—the one who always had kind words for you no matter who you were.

"Imogen loves you, Spencer," Penelope said, her lips pressing into a small smile. "She sees past the things you think are flaws. She loves you for who you are. So, even if not for yourself, never change your kind soul. Because, while we all need it, Imogen needs that the most."

Spencer noticed his stimming had finally stopped. Though Penelope couldn't see it, he gave her the biggest smile he could manage. "Thank you, Pen."

And in an instant, it was like his world stopped spinning.

"Spencer!" an all-too-familiar voice squealed in an inflection he'd never heard before.

Spencer nearly dropped his phone when he heard Imogen's voice behind him. Luckily, he had it in him to say, "I gotta go."

"Go get 'em, tiger," Penelope giggled before hanging up.

Spencer placed his phone back in his pocket before turning around to face Imogen. He wanted to savor the moment and take it all in—take her all in—but the next thing he knew, his oxygen supply had been cut off.

She'd jumped up, wrapped her legs and arms around him, and kissed him.

He nearly shed a tear when he processed what was happening. Between the feeling of her skin on his for the first time in months and the taste of her lips colliding with his for the first time ever, he felt like his senses might go into overdrive.

They kissed for a while. "One minute and four seconds, to be exact," Spencer noted.

Once they'd let go, Spencer stepped back and finally took his moment to take everything in. He noticed her hair, how it was braided into pigtails in front of her shoulders instead of dangling behind her like normal. He noticed her outfit, the way she looked in a leather coat—the way she looked when she wasn't wearing Bennington pajamas. Finally, he noticed her makeup, how it only highlighted the beauty she was already naturally blessed with.

"Hi," she smiled up at him.

Spencer was nearly at a loss for words. Luckily, he was able to get out, "Hi."

"You cut your hair," she pointed out. A grin tugged at her lips as she reached up to ruffle his hair.

He recalled the day he first met Imogen—his long hair, how lanky he looked in those tailored khakis, how he stumbled over those dress shoes he always wore. Now, he sported much shorter hair, a pair of square glasses, and a clean, new pair of black Converse.

"I did get my hair cut…" he answered, flattening out his tousled hair. "And you bought a new outfit," he noticed, looking her over.

Imogen quickly noticed his eyes fluttering from place to place on her body. She giggled as she did a quick, showy twirl of her outfit. "Do you like it?"

Spencer slowly nodded. "Yeah, you look…" his voice trailed off as he searched for his words. "Wow."

Imogen blushed, even as simple as his choice of words was. "I bought it just for you."

His eyebrows furrowed. "For me?"

She nodded quickly. "Yep, I bought five new outfits just for this trip."

"Isn't that a bit extreme?" Spencer chuckled.

"Maybe so. But I was so excited to see you that I couldn't help myself."

Spencer's eyebrows ruffled. He thought her impulsive behavior was strange, but he chalked it up to excitement related to the fact that she was finally being released from the sanitarium. Still, just to check on her, he asked, "Are you feeling OK, Imogen?"

"Yeah, of course!" she smiled. "Now, don't you wanna show me around the city?"

He slowly nodded before picking up her bag off the ground. He brushed off his thoughts about her behavior as he looked her over once again. She was there, in front of him, in his city—not in a mental health facility.

He gave her a silent smile, nodded in the direction of the baggage claim area, and started to walk away.

"Hey, what's wrong?" she asked, grabbing his arm.

"Nothing," he answered. Tears welled up in his eyes as he further explained, "I'm just really happy that you're here."

She gave Spencer an excitement-filled, toothy grin. "Come on. I've got a city to explore."

"Not so fast," he chuckled. "We have to take all this back to my apartment first."

Her lips pressed together into a tight smile. "Ooh, even funner."

"More fun," he corrected her.

She giggled. "Oh well, you knew what I meant." She giggled again. "You're mean in person," she joked, placing a kiss on his jaw as they began walking again.

Spencer frowned as he stopped mid-step, taking her words more seriously than he was meant to.

Imogen playfully slapped his arm before saying, "It was a joke, Spence." His nose scrunched as she leaned up and left a kiss on the tip of it. "I'm serious. I was kidding."

Spencer shrugged it off, placed an arm around her shoulders, and once again began to walk toward baggage claim.

The whole way to his apartment, Imogen barely stopped to take a breath. She rambled about anything and everything she could find to ramble about. What was worse? Spencer didn't even try to stop her.

Instead, he just drove in ignorant bliss, enjoying the sound of her voice clearly—not being broken up by bad cell service.

"OK, I don't think you even understand how excited I am to see your apartment," Imogen said as they made their way to the elevator with her bags. Spencer feared that rickety, old elevator might break down on them, but he somehow felt that taking the elevator would still be a better option than taking the stairs with all of Imogen's bags.

"I'm excited for you to see it too," he smiled as the elevator began its route upward.

"I've always wondered what your place was like," she admitted. "Sometimes, I pictured it like a library, covered in old books with bookshelves that reached the roof. I imagined you sipping tea from a porcelain teacup on a balcony while you read an original copy of Stoker's Dracula," she explained. "Then sometimes, I pictured it as a bachelor pad, like I expected you to have this secret side of you. I imagined it having a fully stocked wet bar and a pool table." She changed the subject, "But I know you, Spencer Reid. I can read you like a novel."

He chuckled as she finally stopped to take a breath. He waited for her to exit the elevator first before following behind her, then showed her which door led to his apartment.

He placed one of her bags on the ground before unlocking the door. "You'll notice that your first imagination is much more accurate than your second."

Imogen's jaw nearly dropped at the sight. Just as she'd pictured: bookshelves from floor to ceiling, a vintage desk with a stack of books piled atop it, and an old leather couch. The only thing that wasn't as she'd pictured was the color on his walls. Unlike her fantasy, which included dark walls that blended into the bookshelves, the walls were painted yellow, a reminder of Spencer's intelligence and his optimism.

"Spencer, this is beautiful," she smiled at him.

"Do you like the color?" he asked, awkwardly scratching the hairs on the back of his neck.

She nodded with a grin. "I love it! You know, I imagined your apartment with dark-colored walls. Or at least a neutral color, anyway. I never would've guessed the walls would be a sunny yellow color. But it's nice. It livens the place up." She stopped herself abruptly as she considered her words for a moment. "Not that your place needs livening. It would've been just as nice with a dark or neutral color. Maybe even better." She cringed, her eyebrows scrunching. "That's not what I meant either."

"Imogen," Spencer stopped her. She was internally grateful, knowing that if she didn't stop now, she'd just continue to embarrass herself. "Do you really like the color?" he asked again.

She gave him a closed-lip smile as she nodded. "It's beautiful. Just like you."

Spencer felt a red tinge come to his cheeks. "Well, the whole reason I picked it was because I thought it was beautiful like you," he admitted.

Imogen's mouth fell agape. "You painted your whole apartment just for me?"

He nodded, much like the way she'd nodded at him.

She placed both of her gloved hands on either side of Spencer's face, pulling him in for another long kiss. Spencer felt a pang in his stomach, a pang of worry. He wanted to ignore her symptoms—to focus on the fact that she was there, in his apartment, in D.C.—but something was worrying him. He wanted to press on, to see if he could finally put his finger on what it was that seemed out of place, but when she pulled away and looked into his eyes, every ounce of worry melted away.

"That's the sweetest thing a guy's ever done for me," she grinned.

He placed a short peck on her lips, something he never wanted to stop doing. "Come on, we've got a city to explore."

After a long afternoon filled with lunch at Spencer's favorite restaurant, a trip to the Smithsonian American Art Museum, and a quick stop by a local ice cream shop, Imogen and Spencer made their way into Spencer's apartment with milkshakes in hand.

"Seriously, why didn't you tell me that D.C. has the best milkshakes?" Imogen gushed, slurping down a big gulp of her strawberry milkshake.

"I didn't know to be honest," he commented, unlocking his apartment door. "I've never really been a milkshake kind of guy… Or at least not until I met you," he said shyly, scratching at his neck.

Imogen turned to give him a kind smile. "Well, I'm glad I could put you on to the dairy-filled goodness that is a milkshake," she giggled. "Even if you are a chocolate kinda guy."

He chuckled before taking another sip of his milkshake, sitting down on the couch. He placed the Styrofoam cup onto the coffee table before asking, "Well, is there anything you'd like to do?"

Her eyes wandered in sync with her mind. "Do you like Christmas movies?"

Spencer gave her a small smile. "It might seem childish but one of my favorite movies is A Charlie Brown Christmas."

Imogen's eyes lit up like a child's on Christmas. "Really? Mine too!"

And with that, the two found themselves piled up next to each other, intently focused on the movie in front of them.

Spencer could've sworn they started out sitting further apart than they were, but he certainly wasn't about to push Imogen away. He noticed her hand dangling near his, like she was waiting for him to grab it.

He caught her drift, letting out an almost inaudible chuckle as his fingertips brushed against hers. He almost immediately noticed how much smaller her hand seemed in his.

About halfway through the movie, Imogen let out a content sigh, leaning her head against Spencer's chest.

His face lit up bright red when he registered what was happening, but he suddenly felt compelled to leave a kiss on her hairline.

He let out a nervous, silent breath as he kissed her, earning him an audible hum of satisfaction from the girl lying underneath him.

"This is nice," she smiled up at him.

He managed to reply with, "Yeah, it is."

Imogen's opposite hand began brushing up and down Spencer's knee, earning her a furrowed brow from him.

She seemed oblivious, though Spencer wasn't sure if it was an honest obliviousness or if she was pretending. He hated to assume that about her, but he couldn't help but notice her behavior once again.

Soon enough, the movie had ended, though neither of them seemed to want to be the first to move. Though neither of them said it, they both would have agreed that they were perfectly content the way they were—his arm around her shoulders, her head against his chest, their fingers tangled up together.

After a moment, Imogen sat up, meeting Spencer at eye level. She glanced between his eyes and his lips, suddenly craving to close the distance between them.

With a simple nod of Spencer's head, she closed the space between them, taking in the now familiar taste of his lips.

Spencer's hands glided down her skin, feeling nearly intoxicated by the flavor of her skin and the softness of her touch. His heart thumped loudly against his chest, so loudly he was sure that Imogen could hear it too.

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"Spencer," she managed, breaking away.

"Yes?" he asked, nearly pouting as their lips parted.

She stayed silent as she began to think about her question.

His hand moved to gently rub the skin of her arm. "Hey, we don't have to-"

"No, it's not that," she replied, avoiding eye contact with him.

Spencer's eyes wandered as he looked her over. He guided her chin with his thumb. "What's wrong?"

Imogen shook her head lightly. "It's just… I've only ever…" she hesitated. "With one other person."

Spencer's face softened before he left a gentle kiss on her jawline. "It's OK…" his voice trailed off. "This would be my first time."

She felt a pang of anxiety in her stomach. "Are you absolutely sure you'd be OK with me…"

"Being my first?" he finished her question, earning him a nod from her. "Hell yeah. If I have to be honest, you're the first person that's ever made me comfortable enough to even consider it."

She gave him a small smile. "OK," she told him through a reassuring grin as she went back in for another kiss.

They continued to kiss for a little while, taking in all of each other. Spencer wondered if Imogen would feel comfortable if he led her to his bedroom, while Imogen longed for Spencer to take control and lead her there.

Unbeknownst to the other, they both felt a prick of insecurity as things slowly progressed. Spencer's hand played with the bottom of Imogen's sweater, craving to touch the skin he'd never seen.

Imogen took a nervous, deep breath as their lips departed once more.

The two looked over each other's faces for a moment, the room suddenly silent.

Spencer let out a small, awkward breath as their eyes met again. "Would you, uh…" he hesitated.

Her eyes nearly lit up as she waited for the rest of his question. Her hand moved from its current spot on his shoulder to his stomach, giving him a small, reassuring pat.

"Would you like to… take this to my bedroom?" he asked, his cheeks heating up.

Imogen noticed his behavior, giving him a short but supportive kiss. "I would like that. Would you like that as well?"

He nodded with a shy smile before taking her by the hand. As he led her down the hallway to his bedroom, a feeling of nervousness mixed with excitement filled his stomach.

Every couple of steps, Imogen left a kiss on his shoulder. She was almost sad that there was fabric blocking her from his porcelain skin.

Her eyes wandered away from Spencer as they entered his bedroom. She noted the dark green color on the walls, how that was the only room that he hadn't changed for her. She examined his bed sheets and comforter, how the dark gray colors were exactly how she'd imagined he'd decorate his bedroom.

Imogen watched as Spencer glided over to his bedside table, promptly turning on the lamp. She swallowed apprehensively as he turned back to her.

He took her hand once again, walking over to the bed. "Can you promise me something, Imogen?" he asked, licking his lips softly.

She nodded as she watched him sit down before moving to stand between his legs. "What's that?" she inquired, her hands moving up to play with his hair.

"Promise me you'll tell me if I do something you don't like or if I make you uncomfortable in any way."

She kissed Spencer for a moment, taking a deep breath of his scent as she did so. "I promise. Do you promise me too?"

He nodded back, his hands gliding to play with her turtleneck once again.

Things continued to move slowly and sweetly—just the way the two of them liked it. After a few more minutes of simply kissing each other, Spencer slid his hand under her top, finally closing the space between his fingertips and her tummy.

He pulled away, looking up at her for a moment. "Would you like me to take this off for you?"

Imogen shyly shook her head. "Spencer, I know that we're most likely about to have sex… but I don't really want you to see me."

Her eyes wandered to the floor, her eyebrows furrowing.

"Hey, we don't have to do anything that you don't want to. But if it's an insecurity thing, I assure you, that I will love you no matter what you look like underneath your clothes. I'm not going to pressure you, but I promise you that I'm not going to judge you based on the way that you look."

Imogen backed away from Spencer, slowly taking off her sweater. "This is why I didn't want you to see me."

Spencer took in every scar, every stretch mark, every freckle, and every prickle of hair. He hooked his fingers through two of her belt loops, pulling her closer. "You're still the prettiest woman on this planet to me."

Every ounce of worry and insecurity faded away almost instantly and Spencer leaned forward, kissing over her scars and stretch marks.

He looked back up at her, watching as her fingers moved back to playing with the hairs near his scalp. "I'm not good at dirty talk," he stopped to chuckle, "but I'd wager to say that you're the sexiest woman I'll ever lay eyes on."

Though it was his first time, Imogen was quite surprised that Spencer was so good at pleasuring her—"No, pleasure seems like the wrong word," she thought. Loving her.

Spencer could never have dreamed for a more perfect first time—for a more perfect person to be the one who helped him through it.

He never thought he'd find himself in this situation. He'd always heard stories about how awful the first time was: it was sloppy, it wasn't enjoyable for either party, and it sure as hell wasn't meaningful.

But for Spencer? For Spencer, it wasn't like having sex. For Spencer, the first time was making love—making love with the first woman who ever made him feel worthy of that kind of love.

"𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬." - 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐧

Happy SYGB Sunday, everyone!!! Yes, I am aware this is a week late but you will be getting two chapters this week because what better way to celebrate Christmas than with these two lovers??

This week was CRAZY BUSY. Appointments, Christmas parties, spending time with my family, like it was hectic lol. But alas, we move 🫡 and now you get two chapters in one day!

So, explanation on my "Extra Notes" section: I had fully planned on this being a SFW series, which other than parts seven and eight, it will be SFW. I will putting everything NSFW under *** so if you see those three little asterisks, just skip over that!

Anyway, I hope you're all having a very merry Christmas. I love you all so so much! Have a wonderful Christmas, my loves! 🫶🏻💛💖

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