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009 | tour gone by.

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pairing : jojolion x gn reader summary : the heir to an limitless fortune goes on a vacation to morioh to find their true love. seems easy enough; only, if that they're unable to find their love, they'll lose not just their fortune, but their life. notes : multi-chapter fic, sfw, doesn’t follow canon plot word count : 2.8k+

★ . . . SAILOR HAT SAT YOU DOWN on a bench outside of the café. Your thoughts clashed together in your head, the most pressing of which was your now-separated hand. It was currently shoved up your blazer sleeve and you knew it would only be a matter of time until the people in the café reported you for leaving your booth behind like a horror movie set.

“What are you gonna do with all the blood?” Joshu asked just as you were thinking it.

You grimaced. “If this guy—” you nodded at Sailor Hat, “—is the one with my task, then once I start it, my hands and arms should reattach themselves. My Stand treats the injuries as though they never happened. That should take care of the blood. Probably.”

“Then we should get going,” Sailor Hat said, a frown settling on his face. Did you really know this guy? You would never forget a pretty face as his.

“Yeah, right. Y/N doesn’t even know who you are,” Joshu snapped. You were surprised he had noticed. He shoved Daiya forward. “Hurry up and give their memories back, moron. Who told you to use California King Bed on them?”

Daiya blinked rapidly. You instantly felt bad at the tears on her lashes. “I didn’t mean to hurt them. If they had just told me their Stand was attacking them, I would’ve given their memories back immediately.”

“That must have been hard when they couldn’t remember what the goddamn task was,” Joshu said. Even though he was saying everything you had been thinking, you still thought he could be nicer about it. Why couldn’t you have lost your memories about him?

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Daiya said. She grasped your hands, her dark eyes misty. “I really didn’t know I was hurting you. You should have said something. I just wanted to spend a day together with you since you mentioned that curse and everything. I thought there might be a chance I could be your true love.” Daiya’s voice went tiny and you had to strain to make out the rest of her sentence.

Joshu scoffed. “Sorry to break it to you, but you already lost your chance. Y/N is going to fall for me and that’s that. You’re lucky I don’t beat your ass for nearly killing my fiancé.”

Daiya gaped at her brother. Josuke shielded his eyes under his sailor hat and the mortification you felt should have fried all your internal organs.

“You …” Daiya looked between you and Joshu. You expected her to start protesting but her entire face brightened.

“I didn’t know you were such a romantic, Joshu! That’s so cute! You only just met but you fell in love with them at first sight!” Daiya let out a girlish squeal. “It’s exactly like that one anime I watched. The miserable loner falls for the mysterious heir! And, Josuke, that means you’re the hotter, secondary love interest! The show makes it out that you’re the better character, but everyone knows the loner will win out!” Daiya added to her brother’s stone-face.

“It’s nothing like that,” Josuke said quickly. “I’m not trying to get anyone to fall in love with me.”

“That’s what they all say,” Daiya sighed.

“Daiya,” you gritted out as a spurt of blood painted your shoulder crimson. “My memories, please?”

“Right, right. Sorry.” Daiya searched the ground for your shadow and tapped it with the toe of her shoe. The chess pieces in her pocket burst into the air, a crack splintering the pieces in half. White mist escaped the pieces, rushing towards you in a wispy stream. You gasped as it literally came back to you all at once. Josuke, the boy you’d met yesterday. Karera, arguably the best friend you’d known forever. You gasped, hunching as the memories filled your head. It felt like a nasty itch had finally been scratched and you breathed a sigh of relief as everything settled.

You exchanged a relieved look with Josuke. Josuke. We met at the fruit parlour. He rolled a nine. My task is to go sightseeing with him today. Actually remembering the task seemed to satiate your Stand somewhat, as your hand and arm reattached with audible snaps. Your blazer went back to its powder blue and there might have been gasps from the café as the blood near your booth suddenly evaporated. Your Stand could be a bitch sometimes, but at least it could do that.

“We should really get going,” Josuke said, glancing at his watch. You liked that he actually used one instead of his phone. “It’s already past twelve.”

You felt a twinge in your fingers. “You don’t have to tell me twice. I just want to get this task over with.” You winced, realizing how that sounded. Josuke seemed to understand your meaning though, because he shrugged good-naturedly.

“Daiya, are you going to be okay going back home by yourself?” you asked. Any anger you might have felt fizzled out when you saw the careful expression on her face. A flash of disappointment quickly masked by cheerfulness.

“You don’t need to worry about me. I’ve got the streets all memorized back to the mansion.”

“And Dad would kill me if I didn’t take you home.” Joshu cuffed his sister’s ear. “Come on. I bet you rode your janky bike here, didn’t you?”

“Shouldn’t you be focused on getting Y/N to fall for you?”

“You act like I even have to try. Josuke can have his day, but I’ve got my own ways to win them over. Don’t you worry about that.” Joshu ignored the stink-eye you leveled his way. He was actually serious about this, wasn’t he?

Daiya giggled. “This is always my favourite part. When the heir denies their blossoming feelings!”

The only blossoming feelings here were crippling embarrassment and indignation that Joshu thought you would fall over yourself to get with him. You would give him a chance because you didn’t want to self-sabotage yourself, but goddamn, did he make it hard.

As Daiya and Joshu turned away, you caught her face falling again. You called her name and she looked back eagerly.

“Maybe you could take me sightseeing another day. My vacation is a month long and there’s a ton of stuff Josuke won’t be able to take me to. I wouldn’t mind going with you, if you still wanted to.”

She might have taken your memories and borderline controlled you with them, but Daiya’s energy was infectious to be around. You didn’t think she would be your true love, but she was adorable and seemed just a touch lonely. Plus, what were younger sisters for if not to dish up dirt on their irritating older brothers?

The grin that spread across Daiya’s face made it all worth it. “I’d love that! We should totally make plans.” She then looked guilty. “But wait, your phone is still at the mansion, isn’t it?”

“I’m gonna head back to grab my stuff to take to the villa at the end of the day. Call my phone and I’ll add you.” You only had to repeat your number twice for Daiya to memorize it. As Daiya dragged her brother off, you wondered what the shit-eating grin on Joshu’s face was for before you realized he had heard your number too. Whatever. He probably would have extorted it from you sooner or later.

“That was pretty nice of you,” Josuke said when you caught up to him. “I thought you’d hate Daiya’s guts after she used her Stand on you.”

You shrugged. “If it were anyone else, I’d be pissed, but the Stand aside, Daiya seems chill. It’s a vacation. I want to make more friends than enemies.”

“I’m sorry about that,” Josuke said, looking away. “I should have come earlier to make sure you weren’t late. I completely forgot about your Stand until Karera screamed at me over the phone.”

Your chest warmed at that. “Of course she did.”

Josuke laughed. “She only took back what she said about murdering me after I texted that I found you. She would’ve ripped Daiya apart if she was here.”

“Where is she?” You were surprised she wasn’t here, actually. She would’ve rushed to find you any other time.

“Said she was busy. She’s probably out enjoying herself until we meet up at the villa.”

Scamming people, more like.

Josuke began walking and you fell into step with him. You were about to take Josuke’s hand before you remembered you weren’t close like that. It was second nature to do it with Karera to keep her from picking pockets. Actually, you had been mistaken as a couple more times than you could count. It had never bothered you, but you suddenly found yourself thinking about it.

“All good?” Josuke asked.

You half-smiled. “Just worry about where you’re taking me. After the morning I just had, you’d better make this trip goddamn spectacular.”

“I can’t promise anything. I’ll probably be a terrible tour guide.”

Josuke turned out to be a very capable tour guide. While he admitted that he’d only been living here for a year, he went about the town with the ease of someone who had taken the time to get to know it. There were little out-of-the-way shops only locals knew about and stretches of pretty streets with overgrown trees and wildflowers. Josuke was eager to pull you onto one of the public buses, pointing over your shoulder at that restaurant or that temple or that shop. While Morioh itself was pleasantly charming, you found yourself paying more attention to Josuke.

He was surprisingly able to rattle off the scientific names of various plants and insects around Morioh and told you specific distances between places with accuracy down to the centimetre. He was quick to laugh when you made quips and didn’t try to hide his excitement when you came to places he was fond of. He seemed to ask questions more because he was genuinely curious than out of courtesy. The way he gave you his full attention when you spoke sparked a warm feeling in your chest. Whenever he caught your eye, his two-toned eyes crinkled at the corners.

The day was over before you knew it. Josuke ended the tour on an outcropping of the coast that overlooked the setting sun over the sea. The breeze that blew over your skin was delicious. You closed your eyes for a moment to take it in. You could almost pretend you were only here for a vacation and not because the future of your life and your family depended on it.

You opened your eyes when you heard Josuke sit down beside you. A particularly strong gust nearly lifted his hat off his head and you both laughed as he snatched it back and squashed it down.

“I hope that tour wasn’t completely terrible,” Josuke said.

“No, you did great. I barely noticed the day go by.” You leaned back on your hands. “I wished the day was longer, actually.”

The dull throbbing and tingling in your limbs you had felt had disappeared suddenly. The task was now complete and you found yourself a little sad for it.

“I’m glad. I’ve never really shown anyone around like that before. Morioh’s not a major city, but I like to think there are things here you can’t find anywhere else.”

You sensed that Josuke had something else besides Morioh he wanted to talk about.

“What’s on your mind? Shoot.”

Josuke looked immediately sheepish. “I just wanted to know more about your curse. If you don’t mind talking about it, that is.”

“I don’t mind,” you said, maybe too nonchalantly.

“How will you know once you’ve found your true love?”

I won’t die when my birthday comes around. “It’s been different for all the heirs in my family,” you hedged. “Everyone said it’s a gut feeling. I guess I’ll just know.”

“Doesn’t seem very reliable.”

“It’s a curse,” you said dryly. “There’s only so reliable it can get.”

“It seems like so much pressure on you,” Josuke said, bringing his knees up to his chin. “Some people go their whole lives without finding their true love. You only have a month to do it. I wonder why you have such a narrow time frame?”

“It wouldn’t be a curse without some slim-ass odds.”

“Are you worried? That you won’t find your true love?”

Your chest tightened. “Of course. I don’t know where my family would be without our fortune. And there are all those companies we do business with.” And the small detail of my life ending.

“If you have a curse,” Josuke said, “then you have to have a way to break it.”

“We’ve gone generations without breaking it.” You frowned. “I’m pretty sure we would’ve found a way by now.”

Josuke turned to you suddenly. You were briefly distracted by the wind tossing his hair around his face. “What would you do if Joshu turned out to be your true love?”

“Jealous?”

“No. Terrified, actually. For you.”

“I thought he hated my guts, but I’m curious to see what he’ll do,” you said. “I can’t exactly get rid of any options right now.”

“You’re not worried about him taking all of your money?”

“If it’s really true love, my fortune shouldn’t matter.”

“That’s fair.” Josuke got to his feet, reaching down to help you up. “In that case, I have a few friends I’ll introduce you to. Since you need as many options as you can get.”

You wanted to ask if Josuke considered himself one of those options but you’d kick yourself if you made things weird.

“What’s this place called, by the way?” you asked, looking out one last time at the sea. “It’s so peaceful. I want to come back.”

Josuke looked as though he actually couldn’t remember before he deliberately turned away from you. “Eh, that’s not important.”

“Why? It has a name, right? Is it called Dick Rock or something?”

“Sure.” Josuke was already walking off.

“Oi, no deflecting questions, Mr. Tour Guide. What’s this place called? I won’t laugh. Out loud.”

When you caught Josuke’s sleeve, the tips of his ears were pink. It was so cute you had to fight a smile. He mumbled something.

“What was that?”

“... Cape.”

“Didn’t catch that.”

“This spot is called Lover’s Cape,” Josuke said. He looked everywhere but at you. “A popular meeting point for … lovers. Not that I was implying anything. I always thought this spot had a nice view. I didn’t mean … I’m gonna go call a cab.” Josuke pulled his hat down over his eyes and hurried off.

He didn’t see you lose the fight you’d been having with your smile.

Before going to your villa, you and Josuke took a cab back to the Higashikata mansion to pick up your things. You told Josuke to head back to his apartment, but he insisted on coming with you.

“I want to see what your villa looks like,” he said with a shrug.

When you checked your phone, all you saw was a message from Daiya. It was strange that Karera hadn’t bombarded you with lewd comments about Josuke yet. You sent her a text to make sure she didn’t forget about meeting at the villa. The back of your neck prickled uncomfortably when she didn’t reply right away.

Her phone probably died. She never remembers to charge it.

For fear of dust and disrepair, your mother employed a few people to maintain the villa the months she wasn’t there, and they had been instructed to leave you alone while you were here for vacation. The front lights were on, thankfully, and you admired the wood accents and clean panelling. You’d always liked how much greenery there was around Japanese buildings.

The front door was unlocked. You poked your head in, Josuke right behind you.

“Karera? You in here?”

You left your luggage by the door, taking off your shoes to pad inside. You were pleasantly surprised to find a pair of house slippers already waiting for you. You slipped one on, only to immediately shuck it off. “Ow, shit!”

“You okay?”

“Why the hell is there a thumbtack in here?” You lifted the slipper with your foot, scowling. “Karera,” you muttered.

“Are you gonna be alright?”

You cast off the slipper. “I’ll be fine. Maybe Karera’s upstairs. Would you mind checking?”

You flicked on the light in the hallway, a bit of static shock making you swear. You followed the hall down to the kitchen, turning on the lights there too. Still no one. Maybe Karera had crashed in one of the bedrooms.

“Ka—what the hell?”

Josuke immediately ran down the hall towards you. You barely registered him. All you could stare at was Karera sprawled on the floor, her dark hair pooling around her. Blood leaked from her hands and her bare feet.

She lifted her head weakly.

“Get … out …”

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Jali Pt.1

Johnny: I’ve need to send this before I lose my bottle again

Johnny: but I don’t know how I’m to say it

Ali: Take your time, or don’t, depending what works better

Johnny: A man doesn’t let things go ignored and I wish I could what she said

Ali: Your mammy

Ali: There’ll be things she’ll say now that she never would’ve before, inhibitions go when you can’t remember the need of them

Johnny: She thought I was my daddy younger and she told us something of herself, a secret that should’ve stayed so

Johnny: What am I to do?

Ali: Ah

Ali: Well, you can’t unknow it, yourself but I’d not act like I knew it as you, to her, if that makes sense?

Ali: She’d be embarrassed, or insert emotion here

Johnny: You don’t have the understanding of how serious this is

Johnny: knowing’s made a lie of my life, all I am, all he said I was to live by

Ali: Shit, okay

Ali: How bad?

Johnny: I followed a path he never even walked himself

Ali: Tell me

Johnny: She’s a fucking gorja, Ali, like you

Ali: Jesus fucking Christ

Ali: of course she is, sure, why not

Johnny: And he married her, all this while letting me know I only could my cousin

Ali: And it’ll be all your elders who know this, it’s only a secret to yous, obviously

Johnny: I’ll swing for the lot of them

Ali: Everyone’s a hypocrite, every damn person

Johnny: I can’t be here, I’ll see my own daddy to his grave

Ali: Leave, right now

Ali: Anywhere you go is better

Johnny: No matter if I drive myself into one, nothing does

Ali: It matters but a risk you’ve to take currently

Johnny: Christ, what’s a day of it been for?

Ali: I can’t spin the positive right now, whether it’s there or not

Ali: you’ve lived a lie

Johnny: I’m away, for the good it’ll do, none to us

Ali: Good

Ali: Why, why make it a lie, I don’t get it

Ali: whatever is said, it’s done, marrying outside of yourselves

Johnny: Any sense he reckoned there were is lost on me

Ali: I just

Ali: What did your ma say, how did it happen?

Johnny: She talked of how they got together ‘cept not the story as we’d heard

Ali: God, you mustn’t have known whether to trust what she was saying or not

Ali: but I take it your da’s reaction cemented it

Johnny: He did his best to talk us ‘round but I caught him white as a sheet in the seconds before sure enough

Ali: What a waste

Ali: of everything

Johnny: I had him admit the lie from his own mouth, I was after feeling something but I don’t

Ali: The absolute least, laughably so

Ali: You don’t feel anything?

Johnny: For him, I mean

Johnny: reasoning didn’t come and click into place

Ali: You wanted to understand, him give a reason that made it a had to

Johnny: Yeah, but there’s no why that makes it right, not that he gave

Johnny: maybe not that exists

Ali: All I can guess is it kept him the respectable brother to [Moses’ and Ronan’s dad]

Ali: that’s not good enough though

Johnny: I’ve nothing more to say, I just needed you to know

Ali: Where are you going to go?

Johnny: There’s nowhere to, I’m driving for the sake of, or for my daddy’s sake ‘til I’m as calm as I’m to be without peace about this

Ali: You can come here, when you run out of options

Ali: who else even gets a fraction of this

Johnny: Before I run out of petrol

Ali: Or that

Ali: Do you know where I am these days?

Johnny: I’ve always made a point to

Ali: I still would’ve bet on it being so

Johnny: You still put yourself in harm’s way

Ali: Not for ages

Johnny: Maybe we use the word different from each other

Ali: Maybe you’ve always had more care

Johnny: For you than you’ve for yourself wouldn’t be much

Ali: Touche but rude

Johnny: I’ve kept an eye on you for all this time

Ali: I felt it

Ali: only sometimes though

Johnny: I only sometimes do right by you

Ali: There are things I wouldn’t want you to have your eye on

Johnny: Why it’s the one and not both

Ali: Smart boy

Johnny: I’ve done some learning since the boy who told you I’d kill you if you didn’t wait

Ali: There was no waiting, or so we thought

Ali: jokes firmly on us now, like

Johnny: Punchline smacked us harder than I’ve ever been

Johnny: I can’t get breath

Ali: I don’t know what I’m meant to do with this information

Ali: if it’s just some dream, nightmare

Johnny: Should I have not told you?

Ali: You had to tell me

Ali: You’re the most honest person I’ve ever met

Ali: and I’d be furious if you hadn’t, when I inevitably found out how I always do

Johnny: It’s as you said, it’s only you who can understand

Ali: I’m in no rush to tell everyone I messed with when I was messed up that it all could have been avoided

Ali: no one else cares like we do

Johnny: I fucked up not caring enough to do as we wanted, baby or no

Ali: You were doing as you were told you had to

Johnny: By who? I haven’t a daddy now as I knew him

Ali: You also thought your other daddy was giving you signs, who would I be to go against the almighty, like

Johnny: And he’s no more trustworthy himself, where was the sign of this?

Ali: Playing favourites with your father, I suppose

Ali: I want to scream but I feel as if I’d never stop

Johnny: Is the boy with you or Ronan?

Ali: Ronan

Johnny: You’re grand to scream ‘til I get there then, I’ll stop you if we’ve need

Ali: I’ve no neighbours to worry/piss off

Ali: a perfect place to lose your mind

Johnny: I just turned past your nearest neighbours

Ali: You’re driving even faster than you used to

Johnny: Into a wall is where I’ve a mind to

Ali: You aren’t allowed to die

Johnny: What am I living for?

Ali: Let’s work it out

Johnny: How?

Ali: If I could tell you that right this second

Ali: I wouldn’t be screaming and you’d not be headed here

Johnny: Tell me something

Ali: You’re going to be able to choose what the rest of your life looks like

Ali: and you’re much better at decision-making than the rest that have tried

Johnny: I can’t unmarry, I’ve a duty to her still

Ali: That’s one thing you already know then

Johnny: She’s yet to about my mammy and daddy’s lie

Ali: What do you think she’ll think?

Johnny: She’s too like Moses in those ways, she don’t care for them as I did

Ali: Well, she’ll not be after leaving you herself for it then, will she

Johnny: She’d never be after leaving, it’s not done

Ali: Okay sure but we’ve found out a lot of things that aren’t done are so

Ali: I’m just saying, you needn’t worry about that

Johnny: There’d be nowhere for her, I’m saying, even her parents wouldn’t let that be so, for a girl

Ali: What if your husband abandons you?

Johnny: It’s no your choice, your fault all the same

Johnny: you remember from [Carly’s mum], you’ve shame unless he dies

Ali: Right

Johnny: What thoughts have you?

Ali: You’ll have to stay with her

Ali: but, have you behaved as you’re entitled, as a man?

Johnny: I behaved proper

Ali: A no then

Ali: Literally no one is going to say anything to you if you explore your options outside of your marriage, especially not now, so, if that’s something you want

Johnny: Everyone else has done as they want

Ali: Of course they have

Ali: If you don’t start now, you never will, Johnny

Ali: you can still do right by your family, whilst doing right by yourself too

Johnny: Now?

Ali: Right now

Johnny: [of course he’s gotta use his iconically good timing he’s always had to turn up, I don’t make the rules, Winnie does haha, it’s him letting himself in like he already lives here for me, appearing in whatever room she’s in like !!]

Ali: [you know he’s got to do it to ‘em, the actual !! state of this girl cannot be overstated, probably by your front door just standing there honestly because what else are you meant to do when you can’t really just be screaming in these streets when you have other children but there is nothing else that would be appropriate in response; the way him being here is so surreal you don’t know whether to laugh or cry because only seen him from a distance in forever and now he’s RIGHT in front of you, in your house, STARING at him with all the shit you cannot say, like you are actually glued to the spot you’re stood in]

Johnny: [the way I know this man has cried on this day and therefore she’ll know it and he has literally never in his life before because that’s how livid and overwhelmed and like our entire life has been pointless we feel, and we ALL know he’s gotta LAUNCH himself at her how he always did and just kiss her like it’s been a thousand years because for once it has]

Ali: [when you were mid opening your arms to him and taking that first step because that’s just who you are and you cannot attempt cold or anything close to it when you already knew he’d be in a bad way but now you can see it all over him, your hands getting crushed between y’all but have never cared less about anything lbr, the way you’re doing this like it was yesterday that muscle memory is still there and you literally have to do a gasp about it you’re that shocked because nothing should be less familiar at this point and yet]

Johnny: [mhmm, we see y’all falling effortlessly into your former ways and pulling all of your old moves and we’re living laughing loving it for you, iconic that you’re going at this in the hallway or wherever with no fucks given to any of these children that could appear at any given time for any given thing because who even knows what o’clock this is, hopefully it’s kinda late so they won’t but neither of you could stop rn even if they did]

Ali: [thank god the rest of y’all are tweens-teens at this point because I’d be so mad if we had to disturb this pair, even for a moment lol, because there’s no world in which we aren’t doing the most with this kiss because 1. It has been forever and you’ve wanted this the entire time and 2. For all you know it could never happen again so taking this opportunity for what it is and running with it, here touching all of his face and running your fingers through his hair like you must reacquaint yourself with him thoroughly]

Johnny: [I’m so glad he’s not so old we have to say he’s gone bald lol because I do need him to have his long hair still for all the reasons, sis we’re all expecting him to freak out after this and never be seen again so I don’t blame you, do the most, he likewise is, literally picking her up as effortlessly as he used to do because she’s still little and he’s even stronger now, nobody talk to me about the strength he would have from his physical job]

Ali: [we’ve only made your faces like 5 to 6 years younger than you are IRL so basically you look like you do now so love that for our visuals, you’re both welcome for your glow ups honestly, we’re all absolutely FINE about how clearly strong he is now, taking the briefest pause to LOOK at him about it]

Johnny: [it does make things so much easier to imagine, well done jemily, catch him flexing even more how strong he is by basically holding her up with one arm because his other hand is STROKING her hair from her face like that’s what she needed the pause for cos it’s in both their mouths lowkey, again a standard move of his, as she LOOKS at him because we all know it was probably down as it always is and thus has gone even wilder than it always is because of all his pulling of it during the makeout sesh, taking a breath that feels and sounds like it’s the first one he’s taken since this news dropped and she’d be able to tell hurts his whole chest because we’re so !! about it and everything else]

Ali: [touching your hand to his chest so insistently, as if you can make him breathe and fix any of this heartbreak he has just by doing so because would give anything to be able to, like, the way this has broken our heart and they aren’t our parents so we don’t even have that added layer of betrayal and living a lie, we just didn’t get to be with you and had to watch you go do it with someone else, here wrapping our entire self around him in the tightest hug, doing your own laboured breathing into his ear as you’re kissing his neck without rhyme or reason, just smelling him and feeling his skin against yours again]

Johnny: [what breaks my heart is knowing that he has scars on his chest and hip respectively from how hard he tried to obliterate all traces of her name and initials there during the bad times, don’t think about it gals, we were all robbed, but anyway, this boy doing another standard move of his and PULLING her head to his for the most dramatic forehead touch of all time with the most !! eye contact anyone has ever because the first time he’s taking a sec to really hold that and show her everything that’s going on in his eyes, cos the heartbreak and betrayal cannot be overstated ever, the most iconic move of his where he sighs at her always but this time it’s the closest to a sob it can be without being]

Ali: [we cannot think about that right now, nope, thank GOD you have to be dressed whatever time of year it is right now, weren’t out here having that dramatic family moment and getting life-changing news with your top off, I won’t have it lol; here trying to read his mind and basically succeeding with how much is being conveyed and understood via this EYE CONTACT, trying (but ultimately failing) to stop yourself from tearing up here, trying to direct him towards the stairs so he can sit because literally the only comfort you can offer is the physical in this moment]

Johnny: [my boo says layers are our friend rn and she’s so right for that because we can’t think about it atm and these 2 absolutely can’t or they’d lose it even harder than they are and this man is busy kissing her eyes for the tears that haven’t fallen yet and then everywhere on her entire face and neck that they possibly could while he also goes to and then basically loudly collapses (soz kids) into a seating position onto these stairs with her still wrapped entirely around him, holding her SO tightly that there’s no way she’ll be able to breathe]

Ali: [like we all knew the scars would be gone by now but the way he has blatantly cut his out rather than just let it heal is the most upsetting and so real and y’all ain’t ready for that quite yet, likewise hoping that all these kids are at sleepovers or otherwise occupied because there is no quick explanation of what is going on here so you shan’t be getting one, we’re here squeezing the life out of each other lowkey with how hard we have to hold onto each other, barely leaving yourself room to kiss him in a similar fashion but you must, just about making the ‘it’s okay’ comforting noises without actually saying the words because it’s not but it will be, we’re determined, curling up into him more than you could whilst standing up, of course]

Johnny: [imagine if one of these kids appeared to get a drink or something what would you say, what could you? Soz not soz they are both in no fit state to think about it or even consider their surroundings rn because we’re too busy holding onto this girl hard enough to leave dramatic af bruises and crushing her entire body into ours while kissing her as hard as he can in attempt to cut off the comforting noises he cannot deal with hearing rn when he’s clearly this close to crying anew for the fact of being here and being able to touch and kiss her again and knowing damn well they could’ve been all these years if he’d only known the truth]

Ali: [like we should’ve directed you to our room honestly but the point is not able to think at all, never mind logically about things that aren’t this situation y’all are trapped in and all the wasted pain and time, focusing on kissing with everything you have in you is honestly a survival tactic at this point, holding either side of his face and having to unclench your fingers frequently to stop yourself DIGGING your nails into his cheeks like !!]

Johnny: [god bless, he doesn’t even know she has a room downstairs and she can’t find it rn, we’re all glad that the millions of cats are likewise probably either outside or snoozing somewhere at this o’clock because cannot deal with being interrupted by you either thank you, he will 1000% be putting his hands over hers so she can’t unclench them because we know what you’re doing and you’re gonna dig your nails into this man’s cheeks so be it and that must be indicated without words because cannot stop the makeout sesh for anything and anyone, when he has indicated it, using said hands to pull her even more into him somehow because y’all lowkey just fell where you are now and you can and will always try to be closer]

Ali: [never has your lack of awareness for your surroundings been more acceptable and understandable, tbh, how can you care about anything like that when THIS is all happening and you’re meant to be able to process it in any way, the NOISE you’re making right into his mouth about his hands over yours because have only got bigger and rougher the older he is and that reminder alone is enough to have you MAD about all the time that was stolen from y’all, definitely digging your nails in now even though you aren’t mad at him about it, so you’re doing kisses like you’re apologising literally at the same time]

Johnny: [me screaming about the hand thing because I’m irrationally upset about the passage of time, they’ve both lived whole lives they could’ve lived together and I’m not okay, but ANYWAY, he’s here doing his own NOISE about her nails digging in, likewise right into her mouth, then biting her lip even though the last thing he is is mad about it, literally hard enough to make her bleed about it because we all know who they are and how into it they were back in the day, doing his own immediate gentle and lavish kissing it better kisses obvs despite not being sorry]

Ali: [mhmm, you’ll never get that time back, nor erase the damage done, even though you get to be together now and thank the lord that you do but still, you didn’t get what you wanted and there’s no denying that now you’re here and able to see each other again as well as feel and taste and smell and all of it, the way it takes no time to get back into being who you are because he was right when he said you’re the most you together, dragging your nails down his face ever so slightly about the way you’re now bleeding like you’re trying to make it even and don’t just have to, saying his name like you haven’t been able to all this time, your voice being SO quiet and hoarse like you’ve not spoken in that time since]

Johnny: [catch him pressing his fingers to her lips partly to shh her because cannot handle her saying his name like that in this moment or maybe ever again, and partly to do the lovebite not fading trick she taught him all those years ago (because ofc he remembers) on the giant bruise her entire lips will be from how relentless he is and intends to continue to be, the way he doesn’t even flinch at her dragging her nails across his cheek and he’s LOOKING at her with all the !! in the world as unflinchingly but we all know how close he is to entirely breaking down, using his free hand to bring hers to rest on said cheek, keeping his over it to likewise PRESS down so hard]

Ali: [taking your other hand to press it to your lips with equal intensity because okay, no more talking, we understand and really, how do y’all begin that conversation, too risky when everything is this precarious, instead, ferally biting down his finger with no aim but conveying some of your own !! and how you don’t have a clue what to do, stroking his cheek softly like you’ve not just attacked it lowkey]

Johnny: [literally where to start and now is clearly not the moment for it when you’re both in the same !! headspace, hence Winnie told me I have to say that he puts those fingers he just pressed to her lips inside her to touch her like it was yesterday, doing his first lil moan at both the feel and sound of that, before then just fully thinking go big or go home and pulling off what clothes of hers he needs to in order to recreate the scene of when he ate her out on the stairs at mcvickers gaff because that’s the day that she got given the caravan key but also the day that she said she thought she loved him and he freaked out and left so it makes total sense to me and this boy that he’d wanna start over from then if it was possible remotely for them to go back]

Ali: [when you would know almost immediately what he is trying to recreate because of course your mind can go back to that time as easily as his, lowkey always but ESPECIALLY right now and you’d have such a completely chill and normal reaction to it, mhmm, not going to feel like you’re about to sob/cum all at once lol, moving your body, nudging him so he has to make eye contact with you because you can’t verbally convey all these feelings but you gotta let him know]

Johnny: [it was a memorable day even if she wasn’t the bitch that we 100% know she is lol, excuse us everyone who may or may not be upstairs because there is once again no thought for you there is only his priority to do the most and make her scream in a good way instead of pure rage, as if the wrong can actually be righted and they actually could go back and start again if he recreates this well enough/is even more feral about it than he was that day, no notes, soz not soz that there will be EYE CONTACT that’s the most intense they have ever made, so much so that he literally has to manoeuvre her so that her face is pushed into and held against one of the stairs to stop her maintaining it while he continues or else who knows what he would do]

Ali: [we know you’re not doing anything to discourage this, soz peeps but we aren’t capable of thought before he’s even started so good luck getting us to care once he has and we’ve exchanged that LOOK, try not to break any bannisters whilst trying to maintain any composure, also doing your most to not speak like that’s something you gotta stick to at all costs]

Johnny: [Winnie says break all the bannisters and scream the place down because he is a chaos bear but tbf he’s not wrong, they’ve gotta do what they’ve gotta do and rn it’s this, thank god he’s too busy to speak because I don’t trust him at the best of times and here and now ALL bets are off, lord knows what he’d say, concentrate on making her the most dead you’ve ever made her thank you sir]

Ali: [we all know that y’all are not good at being quiet, that’s not changed, trying your best does not mean you’ll be successful but I admire the attempt before you completely lose yourself lol, when you can’t see him in this current position so you’re truly grabbing at him in such an unhinged manner, however you can get him closer to you, making such 🥺 noises because however close is not close enough]

Johnny: [it’s giving when they used to lowkey have fights and we love to see it, another shameless throwback happening in how he’s taking both her hands not only to keep her pinned into position but to hold them in both of his tightly enough that they’d feel like their fingers are gonna break, because gotta do all the old faves as often as we can even if it would feel slightly different because he’s so much stronger now]

Ali: [we’re so shamelessly into it, just want him to be touching us in every way he possibly can right now, excuse us, even if we were capable of staying still, we would not be, because please don’t loosen your grip even a little, doesn’t even need to be said how unhinged you sound right now because purely relying on noises and no words so they are doing THE most]

Johnny: [he’s as shamelessly into it hence y’all are here and your only regret is that you weren’t sooner, oh the bruises she’s going to have from how hard he’s pushing her into these wooden stairs with all his strength, I love that we all know and accept that now he isn’t holding her face in place they can and will be making EYE CONTACT again and he’s going so much harder at all his antics for that cos how can you not be spurred on by those massive eyes of hers and everything that’s being said by them, never mind the noises she’s making which is in turn making him, however muffled they are]

Ali: [can’t resist, lest we forget for even a millisecond that it’s him and he’s really here doing all this, not that there’d be any doubt but there’s no room for it with the heart eyes that are being directed at him, heart eyes not really doing it justice because we know it’s so much more !! than all that, gonna say you literally fall down a step with these antics right now]

Johnny: [mhmm, his eyes have never been darker or more intense and he’s never blinked less despite and also because of every second spent feeling like he needs to squeeze them shut with the !! they’re both overwhelmed by, at least they are burning for a nice reason instead of feeling like you are gonna sob, he should stop when she blatantly falls down a step to check she’s okay but instead he’s making the most of her basically dramatically falling on his face, obvs, soz not soz they cannot be tamed rn and he’s just manoeuvring her so she’s essentially sat on it, going deeper and harder than ever despite and also because of the fact he hasn’t done this for years whenever the last time he did it to her would’ve been]

Ali: [likewise so about his eyes, of which neither of your cousins were serving so there truly is no comparison there, the way you should likewise check you haven’t suffocated him or broken his nose or something but are simply not going to and are incapable of supporting yourself enough to move at all, this sudden accidental gear shift WILL have you moaning his name though, cannot be stopped]

Johnny: [when hearing his name will have him switching things up even more by changing from the !! feral pace and antics he was doing to being almost soft about this, treating it like an indecent but peak romance kind of makeout sesh with everything his mouth and tongue are doing, knowing it’ll kill her the way his name got him because softness and slowness always does]

Ali: [finding one of his hands and taking it to our face to nuzzle/kiss with the same indecent but uber-romantic vibe because can’t cope won’t cope and comforting him as much as yourself is absolutely the vibe right now]

Johnny: [mhmm it absolutely is, hence there’s no world in which he’s not likewise nuzzling her with his whole face, cheek and nose included, the absolute scenes and mess he will be but there are no regrets and no notes]

Ali: [when you had every intention of stopping him before you came so you could hook up immediately but you are only human and there is no stopping the inevitable when he’s out here being the most, the only way you can warn him is by SQUEEZING his hand the same time you’re SQUEEZING around his face]

Johnny: [it’s okay girl he every intention of killing her over and over again and he wouldn’t have stopped until he did, hence we all know he’ll be instigating a hookup immediately after killing her dramatically, the way he always used to, giving her no time to recover remotely, we’re talking barely catch a single breath as he pulls off what clothes he needs to and repositions while she’s still very much dying and trying to come back to her body lol, and what a way to instigate it because he’ll be doing a GASP that’s almost a SOB when he’s inside her for the first time in a thousand years, how could he not]

Ali: [we all know it’s the vibe and you’d not be fighting it that hard, even if you were at all capable at this point, which you are long past, here feeling like you’re on the edge of death in the best way and being brought back that viscerally by him has you GRASPING at his waist, pulling him as close to you as he can be and holding him there with your legs across his back, because you need to stay in this moment for a moment, doing a dramatic shaky breath out]

Johnny: [he’s absolutely not fighting her desire to be in this moment for a moment that’s for damn sure, this man would happily stay here forever, the only way he’s moving at all rn is to hold her face how she did to him earlier and they always do, for a beat literally letting her breath hang there before he pulls her head closer to his, not doing another forehead touch but keeping her close enough to, as close as they can possibly be in fact, doing his own breath at her and basically into her mouth as per]

Ali: [very much now attempting to keep your faces as close as this without actually touching, which is harder than it sounds but would be the only thing keeping you vaguely on this planet right now, as well as trying to look into his eyes which is impossible at that distance basically but we must ‘I-’ when there are so many things you could say, too many, the sheer amount stopping you almost as much as how amazing this feels is making it hard for you to speak ‘- didn’t think this would ever happen again’ because very true, neither of you did, I’m sure]

Johnny: [shaking his head more because he can’t believe she’s finally speaking, and this is the moment considering how hard it would be that she has chosen to, than that he doesn’t want her to/is telling her not to, doing a hot lol when she finishes her sentence though in that hard same kind of way, his free hand using the same fingers he put to her lips earlier and used to touch her before to touch her again now because overstimulation is always the vibe and we’re making it clear that we don’t want her to stop talking actually now she has started, however hard we’re continuing to make it]

Ali: [doing a similarly hot smirk like okay, okay, pressing your lips really hard against his without crushing your whole face into him but to get across the ‘I missed you’ you’re then saying into his mouth like you just wanted him there again and that I missed you doesn’t go so much deeper ‘it’s-’ the pause you cannot help because you have to be here just making NOISES at what he’s doing, letting your legs drop so he can move because you can’t not so it’s only fair ‘it’s the same, how it was’]

Johnny: [moving the hand from her cheek to her throat to feel the noises as they come out because simply must as well as obviously doing the most as soon as he can move, that goes without saying, pulling out of her so he can push back in with so much !! because it does feel the same to you too and you can’t even begin to verbalise how you feel about that]

Ali: [when the ‘fuck!’ is literally forced out of you, you’re going to feel that word and how sincerely we meant it, here moving against him so erratically, your hands all over him because you don’t know where to put them but you know you want to touch him as much as possible, taking his top off because he wouldn’t have needed to to make this happen, just need as much skin on skin as we can get, thank you]

Johnny: [me like thank god y’all are too distracted for her to really notice that chest scar because we don’t need the angst of it in this moment thanks so much, likewise pull her top over her head though because gotta be mutual about this, pausing to smooth out her hair with his BIG strokes before he LOOKS at the new nakedness he’s unveiled ‘you don’t look the same’ because the curves she would now have that she did not when she was only 12, ofc said like he’s the opposite of mad about it, but making that doubly clear by running his hands over said curves as he continues to thrust in and out of her with the same !! while his fingers are also doing the absolute most]

Ali: [mhmm, that is not to be noticed right now and neither of you is thinking about that, thank the lord, we’re way too busy checking each other out shamelessly, also thank the lord that you’ve not let yourself go after your children Alison or you’d be on edge right now and no one needs that lol, instead you’re being lavished upon and doing the same in return ‘you too’ because however strong as a 16 year old, there’s still a big change there to grown man, smoothing his hair only to mess it up because how you like it, smiling, even if you gotta bite your lip mid-smile before you can continue ‘but the same’ ‘cos you’d be so gutted if he’d not got his hair still, we can’t lie]

Johnny: [imagine if he’d been the one to let himself go when he has not birthed a single one of his children, so she’s there looking like that after doing all that and he shows up like a flop, that would be the cruelest thing we’ve EVER done and we’ve done some cruel shit haha, but because we did not go down that route, be here PULLING her hair in retaliation when she messes up yours because we all know it’s only gotten longer and wilder if anything and he’s so into it, wrapping it around his hand just because he can, grinning about it like this is pure mischievous bants and not indecent behaviour, kissing her throat that’s even more exposed to him via these hair pulling antics]

Ali: [like, still love you but how devastating if your one true love returned and they were no longer hot lmao, y’all are so welcome that we’ve not done that, fate has fucked with y’all enough for this to not be the reunion you could only dream of, enjoy those sounds you’re going to feel against your lips because we feel all types of ways about this]

Johnny: [excuse us everyone because he will enjoy it so much that he’ll be leaving a bruise in the form of a lovebite for each and every sound she makes, like it’s a reward for them but it’s purely involuntary he’s just gotta and so her whole throat will probably be covered and there’s no excuse for that or subtle way to cover that many come the AM, at least when he moves down to her chest to continue the onslaught of kisses, licks and lovebites that’s more easily hidden, you’re welcome children, cos he can’t and won’t stop]

Ali: [when you’re a grown lady who has a grown lady life but you’re behaving like a teenager and not having a single regret about that, sorry world but we’re not sorry, at least you’re way too busy DYING loudly about all this to ponder if you’re allowed to give him some back because you don’t need to be thinking right now, just here scratching your nails down his back]

Johnny: [absolutely should not be letting her do that when you have a wife you’re gonna have to go back to at some point but is he stopping her, no, instead he’s out here throwing her legs up over his shoulders so he can fuck her even harder and deeper about it because can only encourage this, soz not soz Sophie Turner, being so loud about everything, be it the MOANS that are coming out of him or y’all’s bodies smacking against each other with the feral pace he’s setting trying to kill them both]

Ali: [the GASP that turns into straight up panting as you’re thrusting your body up to meet his, pushing the limits of how wide apart your legs can go in this position, holding onto his neck and pushing your forehead to his so you can be moaning at each other, stealing each other’s air about it]

Johnny: [trying to tell her how close he is when he’s initiated this new position and it’s having an effect on them both but when he opens his mouth to say it what comes out is a string of swear words running together into nonsense and only broken up at random by his own insane breathing so that speaks for itself, obvs kissing her when she presses her forehead to his, managing to miss her mouth despite it being right there because of how !! he is, ending up with hair in his mouth that he’s then SUCKING on and moaning around shamelessly]

Ali: [when the comforting it’s okay noises you do now are so beyond indecent because you’re as close yourself and want him to cum more than anything, wrapping some more of your hair around his throat casually, tickling down his chest with it]

Johnny: [when the dramatic shiver he does isn’t anything to do with being ticklish and is everything to do with the way his body is convulsing on top of her because those noises were already doing the most to encourage him to cum and then there’s that and those antics, MOANING her name for the first and only time as he does, so hard it feels like the hardest he has in his life ever, his voice cracking despite how short her name is because he’s dying that much]

Ali: [pulling him into you as hard as you can, lowkey letting him crush you into the stairs, however uncomfortable that is because we’ve got to take all of this, triggering our own orgasm that’ll leave us as twitchy as you, still gotta dig our heels into your back so you can’t go anywhere, hands PULLING your hair now relentlessly as we try to ride this wave out]

Johnny: [this man couldn’t go anywhere if he wanted to, which he does not rn, soz you’re being crushed by his literal dead weight because all he can do is make the most insane eye contact of all time as he pants at her]

Ali: [you’ve got to find the energy to move at some point but that is not yet honeys, we can’t even catch our breath currently, still so !!, literally using our index finger to dot kisses on his face because we’ve no spit left for making out, we are hoarse and DEAD]

Johnny: [it’s him having tears in his eyes but not rubbing them or blinking and instead just letting her see it for me, when would he at 16 ever, even when their baby died he would not have, oh the growth, oh the emotions, it’s FINE]

Ali: [SO fine, yep, not at all emotional about this ourselves, wiping under his eyes but not actually close enough to wipe these tears away, just stroking his cheeks once again, nodding your head like I know because you do]

Johnny: [kissing her exactly like he did on Halloween when she said try apologising like he’s saying sorry for almost crying, which in the convo I described as being kissing where he held her face and then down her neck softer than he ever has, going in more when he gets to her neck but not quite giving her a lovebite level ‘What are we to do?’ said quietly into her neck because he always said that so ofc he is now, kissing her harder so there will be a lovebite happening there too (to go with all the others all over her throat) as per Halloween again as he did when he told her there had been nobody else since he cheated on her, the same level of desperation coming across in these kisses as were in those, albeit for different reasons on this day]

Ali: [shaking your head and having to do a hot lol because these soft kisses have got you almost speechless here already, moving so you can watch him easier, pulling your hair out of your way as you do ‘what do you want to do?’ as a genuine question, even if you’re pushing his head towards your chest like he can just lay there]

Johnny: [do lay your head there even though we all know you aren’t just lying there you’re doing the same soft kisses on her chest as you were her neck as if to answer that this is what you wanna do because where’s the lie, you wanna be with her and you both know it, nevertheless letting the kisses get less soft and more !! as if she doesn’t and you need her to/you have to convince her]

Ali: [laying your head on top of his, nuzzling into him with increasing !! to match his energy, stopping breathing for a beat, which he’ll notice because you’re that close, letting out a big sigh to compensate, almost a moan but not quite ‘we can go to my room’]

Johnny: [just a man on the stairs wholeheartedly sucking on the titty of his ex he hasn’t seen for years to see if he can turn that not quite moan into a proper one, picking her up when she says about going to her room with every intention of carrying her up said stairs where he assumes it is and with no intention of stopping what he’s doing, nothing to see here]

Ali: [we all know it’d not take that much so here we are, moaning his name before we’re saying it, slightly more normally but really not much, doing a lil lol and tapping him on the shoulder to point him in the direction of our actual room like no god don’t go upstairs because if anyone is up there, deffo don’t need to run into them after that]

Johnny: [his teeth grazing over her nip really lightly when she moans his name, all of us knowing how easily it could’ve been a bite and the restraint he’s using that it isn’t, as if in contrast to the lack she’s showing, LOOKING up at her purely to do it when she points him in the direction before he’s carrying her in it, with no thought to their abandoned clothes just like when it was mcvickers stairs haha, he also isn’t looking around this gaff at all along the way much like when he saw her room for the first time, could never be me, instead he’s sneaking kisses wherever he can as he walks, quickly and randomly so he doesn’t bump into anything because we know Alison loves clutter like us, finally throwing her onto her bed when they get there and crawling onto it with her to properly makeout]

Ali: [widening your giant eyes at him teasing your nip like that, only making the returned LOOK more intense, not at all helping this man by continuing to stare at him like there’s no tomorrow the entire time he’s carrying you this, admittedly, short distance from the stairs to your room, making out with him with such enthusiasm as if you were having to hold back out there when you in fact, did no such thing, like thank god we’re alone now lol]

Johnny: [we stan an unhelpful queen, it would feel like it took forever to get there anyway because of how extra you two are so I love that you’re both blatantly prolonging it with your antics, whether that’s accidental or on purpose, it’ll mean the makeout sesh hits even better for the anticipation you’ve built in that short time, love that you’re once again acting like teens with no regrets because it cannot be overstated how !! he is either as if y’all didn’t just hook up and die not long ago at all]

Ali: [having a little playfight moment to graze your teeth over his nip in the same way like lol see how you like it, obviously unable to stay there because you need to kiss him some more before long, touching some of the many lovebites he covered you in]

Johnny: [the way he suddenly cannot move when she does that so can’t even fight back, just stopping breathing about it until she kisses him again and he finally breathes into her mouth so dramatically, touching some of the other lovebites she isn’t because there are so many that both of you can, feeling !! about how many you did and her inevitable reactions to you pressing down on every single one as she taught you even the ones she’s touching by putting your hand over hers as per that you have to then hold her throat and push her as hard into this mattress as you were the stairs]

Ali: [GRINNING at him, even as your face is going red with the collective force of your hands pushing against your windpipe right now because too about all of this to not, reaching out like all you gotta do is touch his nips again and he’ll be disarmed but instead touching the place on his chest where your name used to be, stopping grinning and stroking the scars softly]

Johnny: [I can’t even talk about how he would flinch like those scars are still wounds and it still hurts to this day because hit by such a vivid flashback of when they were as soon as she touches them, literally could not move away from her faster, he’s still on the bed but barely, catch him suddenly sitting basically on the edge with his back to her, all so involuntarily that it’s not even something he actually wants to do it’s just something he can’t help but do, it’s giving me when I roll over and turn away and we don’t like to see it]

Ali: [the noise that is equally as pained because this is the kind of moment you were afraid of, scared of losing him right now, scared of hurting him more than he has been by everything, gently pulling on a shoulder, just enough that he can see her put her fingers to her lips again like I won’t say anything, we don’t have to, letting go to tuck your knees up under your chin, making yourself small so he can have as much space as possible, pressing your forehead into your hands like stupid, stupid]

Johnny: [when seeing her all small like that reminds you of her being 12 and takes you back to being a teen yourself even more than that vivid flashback, so having the cry that has been threatening since he got there, which is a good thing tbh, you’ll feel better for it after sir, even if in the moment you feel like pure shit, can’t and won’t move for a minute, which would feel like forever, before eventually curling himself around her SO fully, y’all couldn’t be more tightly intertwined lying there like little baby cats, soz he will be crying on you gal but lbr if you aren’t yourself too it’s a miracle]

Ali: [have a cry lads, you need to, truly because this is fucked and so many fucked things happened because you weren’t together and the weight of that is honestly so crushing but you’ve gotta feel it if you’re to move past it which you are so, just be here cradling him and being cradled in return, sporadically wiping his tears with your cheek, however ineffectual that may be, trying to calm your own breathing if only so he can mirror you]

Johnny: [mhmm, my boo is so right, y’all can’t even begin to move past this until you have your crying sesh so you gotta as much as you had to have that stair hookup, at least you will be able to eventually mirror her however long it may take and gradually calm down even if we all know you’ll ruin those efforts more or less immediately by kissing her again as soon as you stop crying enough to and have taken enough breaths that it won’t kill you because he’s that bitch 10000%, catch him putting her hand back on his chest where that scar is when he do obvs]

Ali: [kissing down to his chest and over these scars so tenderly, looking up at him with the !! so you don’t have to speak the sorry out loud, moving back up to kiss his lips some more, pressing the place on your chest into the place on his, how you used to but gently right now]

Johnny: [looking back at her with the same !! doing a head shake like no I’m the one who’s sorry, managing to verbalise ‘I should be’ however fucked your voice sounds from the crying and all your feral antics before that, pulling her to him with equal !! so that their chests are pressed together harder ‘I shouldn’t have-’ not finishing his sentence because where to even start with all the fuck ups truly]

Ali: [doing a big breath out with the more insistent contact, as if you’ve been holding it in all these years, nodding your head and doing a minute shrug ‘mistakes were made’ very much giving by all of us not just him or you ‘shit happened too’ because a lot of it was straight up out of your control too, resting your ear against his chest and listening to his heart, making your breath hitch before you can get it back under control because it’s been so long since you heard this]

Johnny: [‘more by me’ because you will forever believe in your whole heart that you did more wrong than she has and you’re so right for that sir imo ‘and by mine’ because the first time we’ve acknowledged the mother lie out loud as a spoken thing not something we’ve written down on route to her gaff, cos again, we need to address that if we’re gonna go forward, a sigh because of how little you can actually do about it now ‘none of which can be righted, however much for the want of’ letting her have some silence then though to listen to his heart]

Ali: [a slightly bigger shrug ‘that became arguable’ because never here to absolve ourself of responsibility for our part in things but we don’t need to literally row about it, looking up at him whilst staying laid on his chest ‘you didn’t know, we didn’t, none of us could’ve acted as though we did’ because you couldn’t and there’s no going back, you both know that, for better and worse ‘I know you’d go back to not knowing but you can’t do that either and I’m glad you’re here, for what it’s worth’]

Johnny: [‘no’ one of his flat out nos because he blames Moses for that whole saga, as we all do and should and the Ronan and Ali relationship was as close to a functioning one as any of y’all have had since and what blame he thinks there is there is also on Ronan for not knowing better/having his shit together and being settled down with a decent gypsy girl at his big age instead of Alison so, looking down at her ‘I could’ve behaved different for my own sake, and yours’ because could’ve and should’ve said fuck it and got married/stayed ran away anyway, his facial expression being an absolute iconic picture at the last thing ‘you reckon I’d go back anywhere ‘cept to you?’ like girl I don’t wanna go back to the life I was miserable in, how could you think that]

Ali: [‘you weren’t behaving for your sake’ kissing where you head is laid on his chest like oh you ‘I was too selfish to appreciate that at the time but I can now’ not that you agree with him being miserable for the sake of his family but you can at least appreciate why it matters to him and why he made the choice he did, having to do a tiny smile at him because just dropping romantic things like that like it’s nothing ‘just not a good look if I’m celebrating you finding out this life-changing shit, is what I meant’]

Johnny: [‘but I can now’ stealing her words because we’re finally here doing something for our own sake and jali’s, kissing her again so hard as the emphasis and explanation those words did not remotely need because such a man about it ‘and you do look good for it, what that’s worth’ because gotta have bants or we won’t survive, and also where’s the lie she looks amazing rn we all know]

Ali: [making a far, far happier noise into this kiss, lifting yourself up to have a knee either side of him, holding his face as you kiss him and as you pull away, as if you’re inspecting him like hmm do you look good yes or no but obviously he does so kissing him again like that’s what it’s worth]

Johnny: [smiling into the 2nd kiss for all her antics and as he pulls away to let her see it and his heart eyes before he kisses her again in such an intense manner, basically just resuming the makeout sesh that they had when they first got into this room before the temporary angst pause]

Ali: [moaning and pushing your body down against his, lifting up to kiss him all over his face with no fucks given to how messily you’re doing this because he’s too cute and you’ve missed him so much ‘you’re so fit’ punctuated by kisses, ofc]

Johnny: [not him doing a hot lol and lifting her up as high as he can like that’s the kind of fit she meant because he’s happy af rn in spite of everything, lowering her to almost within a kissing distance only to lift her up again just before, just silly things again like y’all are teenagers and not grown ups]

Ali: [when you’re trying to pout and be faux mad that he won’t let you kiss him but you can’t even keep the act up because you’re laughing with him now too, just having the best time]

Johnny: [‘you know all you’ve not stopped being’ because the answer ofc is she’s still giving her 12 year old energy of being a lil girl there with her pouting and also just how small she physically do be yet like he said before how much there is of her in terms of her personality etc + everything she still means to him and has never stopped duh, slowly lowering her so their faces are as close as they can possibly be and she really gets ALL of the LOOK he’s giving until she’s so close she can’t see it any more only feel it ‘yourself and to me’]

Ali: [doing what can only be described as a yelp about it, full !! energy here, no chill, the shiver you’re doing and how he’ll feel the goosebumps you have, all your hair standing on end about it ‘I never stopped needing you’ as quiet as being THIS close warrants, like you can feel the heat of her words against your skin more than you can hear them]

Johnny: [wrapping himself and the covers he’s managed to drag out from under them around her like a cocoon as if she’s cold missy girl and that’s what the shiver and goosebumps are for but really it’s giving childlike fort vibes and them against the world energy + the throwback to when he brought his duvet to the caravan etc etc and the vibes are impeccable, doing his own moan like the one she did before because he’s accidentally on purpose inside her again from this movement of rolling them up and the proximity so it’s literally like his body saying he never stopped needing her either]

Ali: [biting down on your lip when he enters you, pulling him closer to you somehow, wrapping yourself around him with as much enthusiasm, letting out a satisfied grunt as you get accustomed to the feeling ‘will you have me?’ in his ear]

Johnny: [doing such slow and deliberate movements compared to his feral ones on the stairs, actually giving her time to adjust to more of him instead of thrusting in and out like a madman lol, breathing her hair away from her face with his happy sigh that accompanies her grunt ‘we’ll have each other’]

Ali: [really giving him time to see your every reaction to more and more of him, eyes have never been bigger before we’re squeezing them shut, doing little pants that are in time to how we’re bucking our hips, trying to get more without intentionally doing so, nodding so dramatically like yes, we will ‘I’ve never wanted anything more’]

Johnny: [oh how I’ve missed her dramatic nods, so glad they have returned from war, this man could not be studying every one of those reactions more intensely or loving every single one of them more, in turn, if he tried, when you were doing soft lil scratches over her back to mimic the !! ones she gave you before, while likewise trying to pull her closer but then she says that so your hands travel down to her arse and gently squeeze as you push into her more, before he’s then using his fingertip which he has made her suck so it’s wet to lightly write both of their initials together with a + in the same place where his used to be carved with the key, to keep that belonging to each other energy going]

Ali: [treating you to another pout when you take this finger away, because we cannot control our sounds now without help and we know it, though we’re only too happy to give you the biggest reaction when we realise what you’re doing, of course, squeezing your legs around him because need to be the closest immediately right now]

Johnny: [sucking on her no longer pouty lip like it’s his job because ofc he’s waiting until after getting that big reaction to its fullest, can’t possibly interrupt that or in any way cut it short, only stopping and pulling away when he needs to say her name with all the feeling the way she did more or less when he arrived because he has only moaned hers once so far and that’s a tragedy]

Ali: [the biggest heart eyes of all time are occurring, spurring us on to move against you, pushing you down onto the bed so we are doing the majority of the work here for the moment, as if it’s work when you’re loving it this much but still]

Johnny: [blurting out ‘I’ve missed you every day since’ like it’s getting pushed out of him when she pushes him down onto the bed, obvious af but he needed to say it in this moment]

Ali: [‘I’ve missed you more’ because no more appropriate time for a competition in our eyes, pressing your arms out into his stomach, making it so you can’t get as close as you both want ‘I thought it would kill me’ so sincerely, even if you’re whimpering about the distance you’ve created, also so real]

Johnny: [stealing her dramatic nod to shake his head no, deliberately tickling the arms she has put out with his hair because he deffo missed her more in his opinion and her audacity to create some distance between them when they’ve been the closest ever this entire time ‘there’s been times enough I’d have said you’d be after that instead of this’ just like I thought you’d rather die than see me again, as sincerely]

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hey all, it’s been a while since I’ve posted a story here, so...

Author's note: I do not own NCIS:LA or its characters

Fatima closed her eyes as she slid her laptop into her bag. She was exhausted, and she wanted nothing more than a pint of ice cream and a couple new episodes of her favorite cooking shows. She heard Rountree coming in behind her and smiled softly.

"You excited for your date with Jasmine tonight?" she asked, zipping her bag up.

"I, um, I canceled it," he said truthfully as he packed up his backpack.

"You did? Tree, why? You liked her, I could tell!" Fatima protested, smacking his arm.

"Um, ow, meanie. I canceled because I looked her up. She has a bunch of posts bragging about how she, quote, 'beat up any bitch her man talked to'. I don't want that. I want a relationship where it's not to much to ask for a little trust," he said, zipping his bag up. Fatima went over to the table and lifted herself onto it.

"Tree, that sucks. But, I promise you, one day you will find a special girl. One that loves you and trusts you as much as you love and trust her, okay?" she said gently. Devin closed his eyes.

"Well, I think I already found her. But I don't know if she feels the same way, and we have a really good friendship. I can't ruin that," he said softly. Fatima bit her lip. A best friend that she didn't already know about? It's fine. She didn't care. She wanted him to be happy.

"Oh yeah? Well, are you ever gonna tell her? You'll never know unless you try," she reminded him.

"I don't know how. She's a little intimidating sometimes," he admitted. Fatima bit her lip.

"Tell me about her. Maybe I can help," she said. Devin smiled softly.

"Okay. Well, she's gorgeous. Like, she could be a model. She's smart and funny, and we have a lot in common. We have these games that we play together, and she's mean but in the cutest way possible," he said. Fatima forced a smile. She had to be happy for him. It was obvious that he was head over heels in love with this girl. Cry about it later, she told herself.

"She sounds perfect for you," she managed to say.

"You are," Devin blurted out. Fatima was stunned.

"M-me?" she asked. Devin nodded a tiny bit. He was terrified. She wasn't smiling. Why wasn't she smiling? Damn it, Tree, you ruined everything, he thought. But then, Fatima stood up and ran over to him. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him sweetly. "I love you too, Tree," she whispered, wiping a stray tear that had forced itself out.

"Wait, so, is that a yes?" he asked stupidly. Fatima laughed and rested her head on his chest.

"That's absolutely a yes, Tree," she whispered. She cupped his face and kissed him softly. Devin grunted in surprise, but kissed her back passionately. He gently sucked on her lower lip and let his tongue wander her mouth. Devin wrapped his arms around her and scooped her up, lifting her back onto the table. The fact that he was the reason that her knees were watery was enough to fill him with pride. Their lips parted and they stared into each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity. Then, Devin leaned in and kissed her again. This time, when they both knew what was coming, the kiss was a million times better, although until it happened Fatima didn't think it was possible. She let out a tiny whimper when they parted. "I wanna do that forever," she whispered.

"Me too," he whispered. Just then, a familiar set of shoes stomped into the room.

"You two have a good night," Kilbride said gruffly. Fatima beamed.

"You too, sir," she said sweetly. She let out a tiny squeal once the admiral was gone. "Hey, Tree, um, why didn't you tell me before?" she asked. Devin shrugged.

"You and Jordan are all I have. If you'd reacted bad, I would've lost you. I wasn't willing to risk the best friendship I've ever had," he said softly. Fatima leaned in and kissed him sweetly. "Do you, um, maybe want to get dinner?" he asked shyly. Fatima thought about it. She did more than anything, but she was also incredibly tired.

"How about we get takeout and go to my place?" she asked. "Our first date is takeout and movies? I knew I loved you for a reason," he teased gently. Fatima smiled and hugged him. "Is ramen okay?" she asked.

"Of course," he replied sweetly.

"Okay. We aren't sharing this time, I'm hungry," she said as he opened the door for her.

"Deal," he said as they walked to her car. He opened the door for her, then closed it behind her and walked around. Fatima placed their order as Devin drove, and their noodles were ready almost as soon as they pulled into the curbside pickup lane. Devin took the bag and passed it to Fatima, then put their drinks in the cup holders. As they were driving home, they passed a small patch of beach, as they usually did.

"Hey, do you, um, want to stop?" Fatima asked shyly. Devin smiled and pulled the car into the parking lot. It was empty except for a group of teenagers around a bonfire. Fatima sat down at a picnic table, and Devin sat next to her.

"Hey," he whispered. When Fatima looked up at him, he gently used his thumb to lift her head. He leaned in and kissed her lips. Fatima smiled shyly and immediately kissed him back. "I'm really glad I canceled that date," he whispered.

"Me too," Fatima whispered. "For both of us." They shared several more kisses before Devin gently pulled away, then gently picked up her chopsticks and twirled a few noodles around them. He lifted it to Fatima's mouth and smiled. Fatima happily ate her noodles, then leaned against Devin's shoulder as they ate in silence. Once they were done and had disposed of their trash, Devin reached over and took Fatima's hand in his.

"Would you like to take a little walk?" he asked shyly. Fatima looked up at him and smiled.

"Sounds perfect," she whispered. They tangled their fingers together and walked towards the water, hand in hand.

"You want to take out shoes off and leave them in the car?" Devin asked. Fatima smiled a little and they walked back to the car. "Ooh, I have a better idea. You want to ditch all our clothes and go skinny dipping?" he asked teasingly. He noticed immediately that Fatima had frozen up. She managed to shake her head a tiny bit. "Hey, it was a joke. I'm sorry, Fatima. I didn't mean it and I don't expect you to, okay? I'm sorry," he whispered. Fatima nodded a little.

"It's okay," she said softly. "That's not really something I'm comfortable joking about though, Devin," she said gently.

"I understand, sweetheart. I'm sorry," he said. He reached out slowly and put his hand on her forearm. She smiled and nodded as she untied her boots and left them in the front seat.

"I forgive you," she said as he kicked his boots off and tossed them into the car next to hers. They tangled their fingers together as they walked back towards the sea.

"There's a snow cone place down that way. My treat, if you're interested," Rountree offered. Fatima smiled and nodded. "Sounds perfect," she whispered as they walked to the water. Fatima rolled up her pants a little, so they wouldn't get wet when the water sloshed over her feet. As they approached the small shop, Fatima leaned against Devin's arm and rested her head on his shoulder.

"What can I get for you kids?" an older man asked them as they walked up to the counter. Rountree stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist .

"What looks good, baby girl?" he murmured.

"How about a small strawberry cone for me?" she asked softly. Them man nodded and punched it into the machine, then looked at Devin.

"A small strawberry, and for you sir?" he asked. Devin thought about it.

"How about a small orange cone?" he asked. He pulled out his wallet as the man punched in the second order.

"Ten even," the man said. Devin pulled out a ten dollar bill, then another two dollars. He handed the ten to the man, then dropped the other two in a small tip jar. "Thank you. They will be right out," he said. Devin nodded and took Fatima's hand in his and led her to another small picnic table. About five minutes later, the man came over with the two cones.

"Thank you," Fatima and Rountree said in unison. They ate quietly until Fatima shivered. Devin pulled his flannel off and wrapped it around her shoulders.

"You want to wear it or keep it like this?" he asked softly. "Wear it," she decided. She slipped it on, then leaned against him. They sampled each other's snow cones, then shared a sweet kiss.

"I'm really happy I decided to confess," he whispered. "Me too," she whispered back. They tangled their fingers together and snuggled close to each other, barely noticing as the man running the snow cone shop walked over.

"You two, you remind me of me and my wife," he said quietly. Rountree looked up, then over at Fatima. Neither were sure of what to do. "She died of cancer ten years ago. I made the mistake of taking our time together for granted. Do not do that. Make the most of your time together," he said softly.

"Wow. I'm really sorry, man. That's tough. Don't worry about us, though. I'm not letting this one go if I have a say in it," Rountree said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Fatima leaned into him and smiled.

"Good," the man said simply, before standing up and walking back to the small shack. Devin gently cupped Fatima's face and kissed her lips. Fatima giggled and pulled away.

"Your face is cold!" she protested. Devin smiled.

"So is yours, cutie," he teased. He let her initiate the next kiss, which she eagerly did. He slid his tongue into her mouth and grinned. She smiled and slowly started nibbling on his lower lip. He wrapped his arms around her and gently rested his hands on her hips. "My place or yours?" he asked softly. Fatima thought about it.

"How about no? I just, as much as I'm enjoying this, I don't want to go too fast, you know? And we have work tomorrow, and, and, and-" she asked softly.

"Hey, it's fine. I'll drop you off, alright? And you never have to explain yourself to me," he whispered softly. Fatima nodded. "Thanks," she whispered. Rountree leaned in and kissed her cheek.

"Of course," he whispered. After they finished their snow cones, they walked back to the car and got in. They used half-empty water bottles to rinse the sand off their feet, then dried them using towels from the trunk, then put their shoes back on. By the time Rountree had pulled onto Fatima's street, she was half-asleep in the passenger seat. He gave her a soft smile and gently rubbed her leg. He pulled into the parking lot, then found a spot against the fence. He turned the car off, then got out and grabbed Fatima's backpack. "Hey, sleepyhead, we're here," he whispered. Fatima sat up a little and got out of the car. She grabbed her keys from the small pocket, then went to grab her bag from him. "I got it, cutie. I'm walking you to the door," he said gently.

"Okay, fine. But don't come in," she said. Devin smiled.

"Deal. I just don't want you walking in the dark by yourself," he said gently. Fatima nodded and tangled their fingers together as they walked, As they reached the door, she pushed him against the door and kissed him passionately. He didn't hesitate to kiss her back. Just then, a loud squeal came from a few yards away.

"Ooh, get it, Fatima!" a young blonde girl yelled. Fatima's eyes widened and she laughed, then covered her mouth so as to not show the girl that she laughed. Devin kissed her cheek.

"That's, um, that's Tiffany. She's, um, well, crazy would be a good word," Fatima said softly. Devin laughed.

"Drunk seems to apply well too," he said. Fatima laughed and kissed him again. They shared several kisses before Devin pulled apart. "Okay. It's almost eleven, you should go to bed. I'll pick you up at seven thirty tomorrow, if that's okay," he said gently.

"That's perfect. You want to pick up some donuts on the way in?" she asked. Devin grinned and traced her cheek with his knuckle.

"How about I throw in a coffee and a trip to Hawaii?" he murmured. Fatima grinned and kissed him again. "I love you," she whispered.

"Love you too, cutie," Devin said, passing Fatima her bag. She took it and set it on the ground, then smiled.

"See you in the morning," she whispered, kissing him softly.

"See you," he said, closing the door. As soon as she was sure that he couldn't see her anymore, Fatima turned around and grinned. She let out a giggle and a squeal, then ran to her room. She looked through her closet, hoping she could find something nice to wear. She found a dark blue pair of skinny jeans and a black belt with a large silver buckle, and set them on her desk. She giggled a little as she pulled out a black turtleneck sweater. She sighed as she looked through her hijabs. She finally decided on a black one with silver threads at the edges, and set them on top of the jeans and belt. She picked out a pair of high-heeled black boots and set them next to the desk, then practically skipped to the bathroom for her shower.

Meanwhile, Devin got in the Range Rover and grinned, just trying to process the day. They'd taken down a major terrorist operation, arrested several Marines involved, and not to mention the best date of his life. There was no pressure to impress each other, and no pressure to be perfect. It was just them, spending quality time together.

"I want to marry that girl," he said as he started the car. He felt a cold blast from the AC, and immediately thought to grab his flannel. He realized that Fatima had taken it, either intentionally or unintentionally. He laughed and decided to let her keep it overnight. She really was the most perfect girl he knew.

#ncis la #NCIS: LA #fanfic #fountree #fatima namazi #fatima x devin #Rountree and Fatima #Devin Rountree

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planetsano · 3 years

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ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 𖥔 ⭒ ִ ׂ 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 !

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — is it you or her?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — heavy angst, toxic relationship, potential spoilers, one slap, mention of death, arguments, childhood friends to lovers if you squint.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 — ryuuguji “draken” ken.

After all the screaming, the only thing that could be heard was a blaring silence that impregnated the room. There was a dull and uncomfortable ringing that sounded in the ears that didn’t seem to go away no matter how hard you tried to cover your ears. The pitch was coming from you head, mixing in awfully with the echoes of the previous argument that left the atmosphere between them solemn and hostile.

The tension was unmistakable, so thick that you could cut through it with a knife and serve it on a plate. Shards of glass, thrown furniture and decorations had been tossed everywhere. You couldn’t take a step without hearing the crunch of broken glass under your high-heeled shoe as you stood in the kitchen. All this fighting and crying in such a pretty outfit and makeup, on a night that was supposed to be fun. A one year anniversary completely turned to shit over the mention of one name.

You felt lightheaded and sick to your stomach. His face— his handsome, stupid fucking face made you stomach churn. Every single detail. Every lash, every freckle, even down to the pattern biologically engraved on his dark irises. Everything you once loved, you found yourself loathing all within the span of a few hours. It was a chore looking at him and you was certain if you looked at him again you'd be one of the rare cases of people actually dying of heartbreak.

What a pretty way to go. You almost wanted to laugh at the thought but couldn’t bring yourself to do it. If anything, a laugh right now would’ve made things worse with the way the energy in the air. When did everything get like this? You found your inner thoughts asking many questions like how you could let it get this bad? And was everything really your fault in the end? Was there anything you could do about it?

“I can’t ever be her, Ken..” You spoke after what felt like hours, voice completely shot from the previous screaming match moments before.

“I know.” Draken sighed, his large rubbing his face out of frustration? Fatigue? Maybe a combination of both.

“When did you stop loving me? Did you ever—” You couldn’t even get your sentence out before his tall and built figure rushes towards you, grabbing your flushed and sniveling face with one hand. He squishes your cheeks and his fingers then dig into the soft skin of your face.

“I always loved you, don’t— don’t fucking do that to me,” Draken says, his eyes slightly unhinged as he speaks. He’s shaking, seething with anger actually but he has self-control. He won’t hurt you and you both know that the most you’d get from him was a face shove and even so, that was rare. But what was he supposed to do when you're kicking and scratching at him. You can't listen to words when you got like that.

“Then why— why are you using me? Why am I the one who has to be the replacement?” You ask, eyes searching for any sign of an answer in his dark irises.

“I told you, I didn’t mean to call you by her name..” Draken lets go of your face and takes a step back, irritation heavy on the handsome features of his face.

“And that makes it okay? Because it was an accident?” You laugh at the end of your sentence.

“I love y—” Draken can’t finish his sentence before his face is turned to the side from the impact of the slap you landed on his cheek. It stings your own hand, the feeling rippling through the nerves on your hand.

“Fuck you, Ken.” You spit harshly.

“Yeah,” he chuckles and shakes his head, a look on his face that says he’s over this back and forth. “Fuck me.” He starts to make his way out of the mess that is the kitchen until your voice stops him in his tracks.

“If she was still here.. who would you pick?” You asked softly, tears brimming in your eyes when you started at his back.

“Don’t ask shit for answers you don’t wanna hear,” He says calmly over his shoulder. “We’ll talk when you’re not a fuckin’ spaz..” He exits the kitchen, already on his way up the stairs.

“I hope you die.” You say quietly. “I hate you! I fucking hate you!” Draken can hear your screams of anguish from all the way up the stairs, and yet all he can do is sit on the edge of your shared bed, elbows resting on his knees with his hands gripping at the roots of his hair. His mind wandered off to when you were both just kids.

“Come on, (Name).. Why are they frilly and girly lookin’?” Draken groaned at the Hello Kitty band aids (Name) was about to put on his bleeding knee scrapes. She looks at him with furrowed brows and a pout, intense but childishly cute fire in her eyes as she looks at the young boy. Her cheeks are puffed.

“They’re gonna to help you! It doesn’t matter how they look! Now, stop being a crybaby!” She scolded as her little hands opened the paper packaging of the aid before she gently placed it on his knee.

Draken can’t hide his blush at her care, his tummy fluttering with butterflies as he watches her work so intently. The feeling was so new, he'd never known anything to feel quite like this, but even so, he continues to watch her quietly. (Name) opens the last band aid and goes to put it on the cut on his cheek that carried so much baby fat he hadn't lost yet. But, he stops her with a gentle grab of the wrist. She gives him a confused look.

“Wait.. what about you?” He asked, noticing that she was still bleeding on her own leg. Quite badly too. It was the only cut she had but hers seemed like it was way more severe than the few of his own.

“Nuh-uh,” She shook her head cutely. “I’ll be fine! I care about you more, Ken!” She brushed it off quickly, but her voice was completely genuine. Draken felt.. strange.. but it felt good. Since that day, he always found himself wanting to be near her or worrying about her even when she wasn't around.

That was the day Draken knew he fell in love with you. A soul so selfless that you'd be willing to help others over your own self. He watches a tear fall from his eye and stained the carpet below with a single water droplet. Things were complicated but he's never once doubted his love for you. He wishes he could go back to that day and relive it with you. When things were sweet at could be taken at face value.

“What happened to us?” He asks himself quietly. Draken wants to fix things, but he doesn't know how and for the first time in his life, he wants to run away.

#draken x reader #ken ryuuguji x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev x reader #tr x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyorev draken #draken #ken ryuuguji imagines #ken ryuuguji #draken imagines #ryuuguji ken x reader #ken ryuuguji headcanons #toyko revengers #tokyo revengers imagines

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chronosaurusnot · 3 years

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VIP boy

pairing: dom!bangchan x bratty sub!reader

genre: smut

word count: 2.1k

warnings: +18, night club, mentions of alcohol, teasing (with minho), jealousy, possessiveness, bratty behavior, explicit sexual content, bathroom sex, choking, pet names, degrading, slight humiliation, fingering, oral sex (m), rough sex, unprotected sex (stay safe please), cumming, creampie

note: so the original idea was a request from my friend about chan in a night club, but after that teaser i can't get out of my mind that scene of him choking hyunjin from behind. so, this is a mix of both things, i hope you like it!

as always, i’d like to clarify that english is not my first language, so please let me know if there are any mistakes, and feel free to give me suggestions<3

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you ended up in the night club again with your friends; another night when you don’t know why you are there. it’s been a rough week, full of work and with stressful exams, so your friends insisted on getting you out to distress yourself a little bit. but between the time you’ve spent on getting ready plus all the sweaty people pushing you all around right now, you could swear you would’ve been better in your bed watching a movie or something, or even sleeping. it’s been already an hour maybe? you don’t know so you go straight to the bar to get some drink to see if time gets faster; hopefully it’ll make you less grumpy.

but when you are there, you see him on the vip section of the first floor. chan is there with his friends, talking and looking good as he always does. you start feeling like the night could maybe get a little more interesting, but when you get to see him talking with a girl that feeling changes to anger. sure, you agreed on being friends with benefits -if that was even a title or smt- so you both could be with anyone else you wanted, always respecting each other. so if he didn’t know you were there, in the same way you didn’t know he was coming too, it was okay if he wanted to be with someone else, right? but all the logic didn’t seem to care to your emotions, because you were now in a horrible mood.

you took your drink from the bar and drank it in less than a minute without taking your eyes off him and that girl. that dumb girl, she really thinks he’s hers tonight. but it’s stupid to feel like fighting over a man, so you get your mind clear and go back with your friends to tell them what you just saw to laught about it.

but when you look up again, you see chris leaning on the railing looking at you. he smiles when he notices your stare and waves at you, and after you wave back he makes gestures to let you know you can go there with them. you really wanted to play hard but you go there with your friends, following his instructions like a puppy obeys his owner.

“hey princess, you didn’t tell me you were coming” he greets you with a smile on his face. “yeah, the girls insisted on going out to destress a little bit, but i think i would have been better sleeping” you answer, trying to hide your growing excitement to see him there. “oh don’t be grumpy y/n, it’s early, we can still have a good night” he said in a cute and smirky way, an attitude that you hated and loved at the same time.

“yes i see you were already having a good time” you answer, and chris looks kinda confused. you point with your eyes to the girl he has been talking to, and he smirks at your reaction. “don’t be jealous princess, i was just talking”

you rolled your eyes at his stupid answer, and he just smiles. you hated how flirty he was and his fuck boy vibes, but there was something about him that eventually made you like him; maybe way too much. it all started as just a sex partner, but since day one you discover he was actually a super sweet, caring and fun guy, so you got really atractted to him in a matter of time. friends with benefits sounded right for both of you, but you always wanted more from him. maybe it’s his fault, cause he’s always giving you everything you want, but not only sexually; he is a pleasant man, you know he would give and do anything for his girl. and you wanted to be that girl. his only one.

and especially tonight. how could someone be so fine? he was all in black as always: black pants, black leather jacket and a black silk shirt that let you see his whole chest. “what a fucking fuck boy” you said to yourself, trying to hate him.

“what do you wanna drink, babygirl?” chan said, bringing you back from your thoughts. “your favourite one?” he continued while taking off his wallet from his pocket. you knew he was just doing it to show his hands; chan knew exactly the power his hands hold on you.

“yes, please” he smiles at your answer and goes to the bar for your drink.

but as soon as he goes, minho comes to you. “come on change that shitty face and dance a little y/n” he says while grabbing you from your arms to force you to dance with him. he takes you maybe way too closer to his body considering he is chris’s friend. but you think to yourself that maybe it’s a good idea; using this to get chan’s attention, to look at you, to make him jealous, and taking advantage to dance with a man so fine like minho. you wouldn’t be with him, sure, he is his friend; but it would be nice to at least flirt with him a little bit.

you sincerely got lost while dancing with him, so close to each other; till you notice chan looking at you both while leaning on the railing with the two cups on his hands. he looks at you in a challenging way, like wanting to see how far you can go.

and you accept the challenge, getting minho even closer to your body without cutting the eye contact with chris; you can see how his eyes turned darker, and you just smirk at his reaction. you dance a couple more minutes with minho, his hands on your waist, yours on his neck; after deciding it was enough teasing, you go back to chan playing the innocent. “he was helping me to cut out the bad mood, he’s so sweet. thank you for the drink channie”

“yeah i see, you should hang out with him.” he answers, his look darker; you prouder. “oh you think so? i mean, he seems to want to help me out to not be bored.” you answer, loving to see how your dumb plan worked.

“oh you just want to have fun, mh?” he says in a dark way, making you feel nervous and taking a big sip from your drink. “i know a place when you could have fun”.

you finished your drink in a couple of seconds, so he just takes your cup away from your hand. “why don’t you follow me, princess?”

he lefts the cups in the table, and takes you by the hand to guide you through the place. he talked to you calmly, but you knew he wasn’t not only because of the way he looked at you, but also cause he was holding you rough.

“get in, princess” chris says, letting you place to came in the bathroom. you get shocked; is a public space, but you are feeling so aroused with this situation that you just got in. chan locks the door behind you and turns you around to put you against it, resting his hand above you.

“you’ve been such a bratty, babygirl” he says, using his free hand to caress your cheek, slowly moving down to your neck. “if you were just bored, you should have told me instead of acting like a slut with my friend” chan continues while adding pressure on your neck, making you shut your legs from the feeling. he notices it and smirks in a mocking way. “are you already turned on, y/n? are you that desperate?”

he keeps on adding pressure, driving you crazy. you felt your panties getting wetter as every second passed by. so you decided to keep pushing his limits. “you’re not the only one who pays attention to me, chris. you should try better” his smile turns devilish.

“do you want me to remind you how good i fuck you, y/n?” he keeps choking you, but uses his other hand to touch you under your skirt. “do you want me to remind you whose name you repeat endless times while moaning?” he moves your panties to a side and start touching your pussy while still choking you, making you moan at the feeling of his cold hands rubbing against your clit. he laughs mockingly again at your desperate face.

“did you get this wet while dancing with minho? do you prefer his fingers over mine?” he never desease the smirk on his face, his nose touching yours and the feeling of his heavy breathing so close to you while you were cutted out of air made you go crazy. but you let out a moan after he gets two fingers inside you, making him laugh again.

“tell me, princess. tell me whose are you” you wanna answer, but he curls his fingers inside you while increasing his pace and makes you even harder to breathe. “i’m yours” you answer, and he takes his fingers out of you to put them in your mouth. you suck them instinctively, keeping eye contact with him, seeing the arousal in his eyes.

“you’re mine, y/n. no one else” you keep sucking on his fingers while his other hand finally moves from your neck to your waist, getting you closer to him. he softly moans at the feeling of his hardened dick rubbing against your hot core. “you are my baby slut, and the only one i want to please”

that was everything you needed to hear for being now completely at his will. the only thing you wanted was to be his only girl, the only one who he pleases, the only one who pleased him. you were feeling more desperate than ever now, getting crazier at the way he was rubbing his bulge against you in such a needy way, with both of his hands now on your hips, guiding you to make the touch rougher.

you remove his jacket and your eyes travel all over his chest, revealed by the thin silk. one of your hands caresses his chest, shoulders and neck, while the other one unzips his pants to get his cock out, making him moan louder at the feeling of your skin. “let me please you too, chris” you tell him in a whiny voice that makes him shiver.

you kneeled before him, and as soon as your lips touched the tip of his cock he rested both of his hands on the door that was behind you, moving his head backwards between deep groans.

“you’re such a pretty slut for me, y/n” he says and you speed up your pace. he starts to feel uncomfortable in any position, battling his urge to cum only to have you sucking on his dick for a longer time.

just when you feel his precum in your mouth he lifts you up, getting his eyes teary due to the denied orgasm. “turn around, princess. i’m not over yet”.

chan pushes your body against the door, guiding your ass close to him and lifting your skirt. he kisses your neck before pulling his cock inside you, making you both moan at the feeling of your stretched and wet pussy. “tell me who can fuck you this good, y/n?” he says while keeping a painful fast speed, tears forming in your eyes from the intense excitement.

“are you still thinking in minho, mh?” he says while he chokes you from behind, the other hand guiding your hips to move on his cock even harder. “tell me again, babygirl, who do you belong to?”

the feeling of his fast and hard pace, his hand holding you hard from your hips, his other hand cutting your air, his heavy breathing on your neck, his possessiveness, his moans; everything was making you feel extremely sensitive, desperate for a release of the tension that’s been building up. “you, o-only to you” you cried out in a broken voice.

his now clumsy moves showed you he was close too, getting weak to your submission. “only mine, y/n. f-fuck.” his last words whispered in your ear made you hit your orgasm. the feeling of your release all over his cock made him cum inside you, groaning your name in a completely fucked up way.

after a moment to catch up your breaths, he turned you back, facing you with a relaxed smile. “you’re still my girl after this, y/n. and i’ll always please my girl.”

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Don't Forget About Us

Hello, my lovelies. Here’s my contribution to @nahimjustfeelingit-writes smut challenge (the prompt is in bold!) Let’s see what Erik’s up to now, shall we?

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Word count: 5,595

CW: smut...duh.

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“So, what do you do for a living?”

Kayla sighed internally at the question and took a sip of her Pinot Grigio. She hated first dates with a burning passion, but unfortunately, that was the only way to find a man around here. She went through the motions of politely answering his questions, barely asking any of her own. She didn’t care. Even just fifteen minutes in, Kayla could tell he didn’t excite her, and she lamented the waste of a good outfit as she listened to him drone on about his life. Every now and then, he’d stop and ask a question about her, but she could tell he was only asking so he could talk more about himself.

How many siblings do you have?

What’s your sign?

Why did your last relationship end?

Her mind traveled to her ex-boyfriend, Erik Stevens. They had spent six blissful years together, and Kayla thought he was the one. She wanted them to get married and start a family, and she thought he did, too, but every time she brought it up, he’d find some excuse to change the subject. At thirty years old, Kayla wasn’t getting any younger, so she grew tired of his avoidance and eventually cut him loose. She needed more out of life, but the guy currently sitting across from her certainly wasn’t it.

“We wanted different things,” she answered vaguely and took another sip. It would be a long night with what’s-his-name. David? Devon? Whatever. At least he had money and took her to a nice restaurant.

Darryl took the opportunity to bore her with the details of his job, which Kayla already knew. He was a colleague of her best friend, Carina’s husband. They worked at the same law firm, and Carina decided to hook them up after tiring of hearing Kayla complain about dating apps. As much as Kayla hated Tinder, she would’ve much rather been at home on her couch swiping left on the cesspool of single men Oakland had to offer. Every few dozen swipes or so, she’d find a cutie, but his bio would be abysmal, or his conversation skills would fall flat.

Despite the fact that their relationship just couldn’t make it, Kayla still thought of Erik as the gold standard. Just thinking about his dimples and his struggle beard made her smile dreamily. His big, strong arms would wrap around her and hold her tight at night, and she’d trace her fingers over the intentionally placed keloid scars that held his darkest secrets. She missed retwisting his locs and the way he always smelled like sandalwood and warm vanilla. Kayla didn’t want to admit it, but she still loved him. No man could compare to her Erik.

“Hello? Kayla?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry. Can you repeat that last part?”

“Uh, yeah, sure. What’s got you so distracted, babygirl?”

Kayla fought the bile rising in her throat. She wasn’t his babygirl. It didn’t even sound right coming from his mouth. Maybe it was the thinness of his lips. They weren’t “white man” thin, but they couldn’t hold a candle to the juicy pussy pleasers she had grown accustomed to.

“Nothing, just thought I saw somebody I know. You were saying?”

“Just that you look beautiful tonight,” Damon attempted to flirt with her.

Kayla wanted to roll her eyes but thanked him instead and smiled politely again. Of course she looked beautiful; she had pulled out all the stops for what she had hoped would be a good night out. Kayla had squeezed her thickness into a lavender satin dress. The way the dress’s skirt cinched on the side kept it snug around her plush waist, but the high slit that traveled up her thigh was the main attraction. The strappy silver heels on her feet showed off her matching pedicure that contrasted beautifully with her glistening brown skin, and her makeup was flawless. Her outerwear for the night, a cropped fur jacket that had found its way to the coat check when they arrived, was the icing on the cake. Her outfit deserved the appreciation, just not from Deshawn.

The waiter saved her from having to focus on her date when she brought out the food they had ordered. Since Kayla knew Derek had money, she had ordered the whole lobster, and she fought her mouth from drooling too much as the waiter set it down in front of her. It laid on a bed of forbidden rice, and the side of roasted brussels sprouts and cremini mushrooms looked heavenly. The ramekin of drawn butter off to the side tempted her as it sat next to the minuscule seafood fork. She may not enjoy her company for the evening, but Kayla damn sure was going to enjoy her meal.

“Looks good,” Dominic called from the other side of the table, breaking Kayla from her trance as he cut into his wagyu beef.

“Sure does.” Kayla wasted no time before digging into her meal. Not only was it the perfect excuse to avoid conversation, but it was perfect, period.

A slight chill permeated the air as the door swung open and the crisp January air entered the small restaurant. Kayla shivered as she complained internally about being forced to sit near the door, but that shiver intensified as she heard a voice. His voice.

“Reservation for Stevens, please.”

Kayla stilled.

“Of course. Right this way, sir,” the maitre d’ responded, and Kayla heard three sets of footsteps coming her way.

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“Babe, let’s go!”

“Yell at me one more time, woman,” Erik warned as he came around the corner into the living room, fastening his watch.

“I swear, you take more time getting ready than I do.”

“Whatever, Mo. You ready?”

“Nigga, I been ready!”

Erik rolled his eyes and grabbed his keys. It would be a rough night, and things were already starting off on a bad foot. He and Monique had been seeing each other for the better part of a year, and he’d finally reached his limit. She was overbearing, rude, and just after him for his money, but he hated being alone, so he put up with her bullshit. His cousin, T’Challa, had tried to hook him up with a few ladies back in Wakanda when he went to visit after his breakup, but nothing stuck. Almost immediately after coming back to the states, Erik met Monique at a charity event for the Outreach Center. She had the singing voice of an angel and had been booked as the entertainment for the evening. Erik was drawn to her like a sailor to a siren, and she immediately sank her teeth into him. Past her vocal talents, Monique wasn’t really anything special. Her personality left a lot to be desired, she wasn’t the sharpest crayon in the box, and she just wasn’t her.

The moment Kayla ended their relationship a year ago, Erik’s whole world shattered. He had lived a life full of pain and loss, but Kayla had been his lifeline. She pulled him out of the dark and made him revel in the sunshine. Hell, she was the sunshine, but now he had settled for a UV lamp at best. Kayla had wanted a life that Erik was too scared to give her, but that fear became his downfall. He still missed her most nights. He was lonely, and Monique was there to keep him company, but that wasn’t enough for him anymore. Erik craved a connection that Monique just couldn’t provide. So he decided he had to break it off and figured that doing so in a public place would probably be best. She had a tendency to throw things when she got angry.

The car ride to Chez Martine was tense. Monique had been angry all day because Erik had taken back his credit card even though she wanted to buy a new dress for their date. Her lousy mood almost made him dump her back at his condo, but Erik kept a cool head and stayed focused on the plan. He ignored the way Monique complained the entire time she got ready, reluctantly putting on a dress he had seen her wear before. It didn’t matter to him; he knew what the night held.

When they walked into the restaurant, Erik’s heart dropped into his stomach. He’d recognize that shoulder blade tattoo anywhere. She had cut off all her hair and lost a few pounds, but he knew for sure that he was looking at Kayla. His Kayla. He forced himself to look straight ahead as they passed her table and prayed that the maitre d’ didn’t sit them where she could see him. Unfortunately, he had no such luck because the only open table for two was directly within her line of sight. He prayed again that Monique would sit on the far side of the table, but Bast ignored his pleas once more. He had to sit facing her, and as soon as he got comfortable in his chair, her gaze slyly trailed over to him. They locked eyes across the room, and Erik’s heart stopped. She was just as beautiful as the last time he saw her all those months ago, but who the fuck was that sitting across from her?

“What are you looking at?” Monique’s abrasive voice cut through his eardrums.

“Nothing. Just thought I saw someone I know, that’s all.”

She cut her eyes at him and turned around to look as he buried his face in the menu.

“Quit being nosy,” he complained.

“I just wanna see who’s got your attention, that’s all.” Monique turned back around with a sour look on her face. “It’s probably that fat girl with her cleavage all out.”

“Mo, just look at the fucking menu and act like you got some sense.”

“Fine.”

Monique pouted until the waiter showed up, but she plastered a fake smile on her face as he took their order. As usual, she ordered the most expensive thing on the menu, and it bothered him to no end that she was hellbent on spending all of his money. Of course, he had plenty, but she felt entitled to it. Kayla never cared about him being rich. Hell, when they got together, she didn’t even know he was a prince, but he loved to spoil her nonetheless. He loved the look on her face when he’d buy her things or take her on the expensive trips that she more than deserved. Kayla appreciated everything he did for her with all her heart, but she’d say the same thing every time.

“Thank you, baby, but you’re all I need.”

Erik smiled fondly at the memory of when he bought her a diamond tennis bracelet from Wakanda for their second anniversary. She was so excited to have diamonds that weren’t marred by exploited labor that she damn near dropped the box when she saw what was inside. It had been a rough year for them, what with him disappearing for a couple of months to seize the Wakandan throne and all. She certainly had plenty of colorful words for him when he came back. He’ll never forget the look on her face when he showed up at her door. He had brought T’Challa for backup just in case, but she looked right past the king as tears welled up in her eyes at seeing her Erik, alive and well.

Erik’s eyes started to get misty as he thought about the way she kissed him with so much emotion...then slapped him across the face for leaving. His gaze wandered back over to Kayla and he noticed the light bounce off of something on her arm. She was wearing the bracelet.

As if she felt his glare, Kayla shifted uncomfortably in her seat, so he averted his eyes back to Monique, who had caught him staring again.

“Why don’t you go say hi?” she asked sarcastically, making him roll his eyes so hard they almost got stuck.

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Erik Stevens. Here, of all places. He just had to be here.

Kayla noticed that he didn’t seem to be enjoying his modelesque date’s company any more than she was enjoying Darwin’s, and the pang of jealousy she felt at seeing him with another woman went away. She knew she had no right to feel any kind of way about it, especially since she was the one that broke things off. That didn’t make it any easier, though.

Dylan was too wrapped up in his steak to notice her wandering eye, but it seemed that Erik’s food was as uninteresting as the woman across from him. Kayla watched as he half-heartedly pushed it around his plate, but he certainly kept his favorite whiskey coming. She wanted to chuckle but didn’t want Daniel to think he had anything to do with her levity. They were both drowning their dissatisfactions in their alcohols of choice, and Kayla got a phantom taste of Uncle Nearest 1856 on her lips as she watched him take a sip. When he set the glass down and licked his lips, Kayla felt flush. She missed those lips…

“So, how about dessert?” Damien asked as he leaned back in his chair and rubbed his stomach. “I hear their creme brulee is amazing.”

“Uh, sure, why not?”

“You know,” he began as he leaned in and reached for her hands. She allowed him to take them, but the softness of his hands disgusted her. No callouses, no roughness, not even a firm grip. “I’ve had a great night. I’d love to see you again.”

Kayla chuckled nervously, unsure of how to proceed.

“What are you doing next-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

A shrill voice pierced the air as Erik’s date bolted up from her seat. Desmond, and the whole restaurant, turned around to see what was going on, and Kayla took the opportunity to remove her hands from his.

“Keep your voice down,” Erik sneered through his teeth. “We’re in public.”

“So?! You bring me out here just to dump me? To dump this?!” she gestured at her slim figure, and he rolled his eyes.

“You ain’t even all that,” he waved her off. He was tired of playing nice, and Kayla could see the exasperation written all over his face.

“Excuse me, miss-” the waiter attempted to calm her down, but the crazed woman cut him off.

“Stay out of this!”

“I’m so sorry,” Erik mouthed to the poor man who would absolutely be getting a monstrous tip later.

“Oh, you’re sorry for him, but not for me?”

“Mo, just sit down. We can finish our meal like adults-”

“Fuck you, Erik.” She threw her dirty martini at him, soaking the front of his all-black ensemble.

Kayla could damn near see the steam coming out of his ears as his apparent ex stormed out of the restaurant. Erik locked eyes with her across the room, and when he saw the concern written all over her face, his softened.

“Whew, poor fella,” Dexter commented as he turned back around. “Where was I? Oh-”

“Excuse me, where’s your restroom?” Kayla interrupted him as their waiter walked by.

“Right down there.” She pointed at a set of stairs off to the side, and Kayla thanked her as she slid out of her seat.

“I’ll be back, Darius.”

“It’s Denzel.” He deflated.

“Fuck,” she froze. She had been sure it was Darius. “Still, I’ll be back.”

“I’ll be here,” he responded, obviously upset by her slip-up.

Kayla hurried off down the stairs and leaned against the wall as she waited for either of the single-use restrooms to open up. She took a deep breath and opened her clutch, reaching in to pull out her phone with a shaky hand and typing in his number. It was one of the few she had memorized, just in case.

“You ok?”

Her thumb hovered over the send button, but she couldn’t press it. Her heart nearly thumped out of her chest at the thought of starting a conversation with him, but something within her said that she should. It would be weird not to say anything after all that, right?

“Hey-”

“Shit!” Kayla dropped her phone when his silky baritone graced her ears.

“My fault, ma.” Erik leaned over and picked the phone off the floor, checking it for cracks. He saw she had typed a message out to him and smirked before handing it back to her.

“T-thanks.”

“No problem. And, yeah, I’m ok.”

“Huh?”

Erik pointed at her phone screen.

“Oh! Right. Um, well, that’s good to hear.” Kayla attempted to push her hair behind her ear out of habit, forgetting she had just cut it all off a week ago.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“You ok? You don’t seem to into ole dude out there.”

Kayla sighed and rolled her eyes, “Oh, him.”

“Damn, it’s like that?” Erik laughed, and she slapped his arm. That slight contact was enough to spark a flame in them both, and Erik’s face turned serious. “For real, though, not going well?”

“Better than you, it seems,” she quipped as she eyed his wet shirt. That was a bad idea because his first three buttons were undone, and she caught a peek of the raised scars that she missed so much. And that broad chest, and the chain with his father’s ring that he always wore. He’d let her wear it from time to time, and she always felt like it was such an honor. He trusted her enough to let her wear it. He loved her enough to-

Kayla pried her eyes away and made yet another mistake: she looked up at him. Those eyes still looked like sweet, sweet molasses, and even though his locs were braided back, she could tell he was letting them grow out. She momentarily wondered who was retwisting them nowadays, but her train of thought was cut short by the scent of sandalwood and vanilla. Kayla’s mind went blank as she inhaled slowly.

“Heh, yeah. That was...that was pretty embarrassing. Not even gonna lie.” Erik looked away shyly, unable to hold her gaze.

“I guess you’ll need to find a new date spot, huh?”

“Nah, I think I’m good on dating for a while.”

“Same,” Kayla sighed. “Dating sucks.”

“Yeah…”

One of the bathroom doors unlocked, and a middle-aged white man stepped out and passed them on the way up the stairs.

“Well, I should-”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

Kayla walked towards the bathroom, but before she could reach the door, she felt a light tug on her wrist. His touch still gave her goosebumps, and he noticed her raised skin as she turned to face him.

“I just, uh...it was nice seeing you, Kay-kay.” Erik smiled at her, and she nearly melted. She missed when he called her that, too. “You look good.”

“Thanks, E.” She smiled back. “So do you.”

He let her go, and Kayla disappeared into the bathroom. When she closed the door behind her, she took a deep breath to center herself. After all these months, Erik still took her breath away. He clouded her senses and scrambled her mind. Even as she took care of business, her brain replayed their short interaction on a loop.

Kayla locked eyes with her reflection as she dried her hands. How could she go back up there to- what’s his name? Oh, yeah, Da- Denzel. That’s it, Denzel. How could she go back up there to his mediocre company when the man she still loved had made her feel so alive with just one touch. That was the magic of Erik, his magnetism. When they were together, she couldn’t help but be drawn to him, even when she wanted to slap him across his beautiful face. Those were some of the best times, though. If she was angry at him, he knew exactly what to do to calm her down. To put her in her place. To remind her-

Kayla’s daydreaming was cut short by a knock at the door.

“Occupied!”

It came again.

“I’ll be out in a minute!”

She reached for another paper towel to dab off the sweat that had started to pool on her skin at the thought of Erik’s dominance when the door opened.

“What the f- Erik?!”

He pushed inside the bathroom and locked the door behind him.

“You need to start locking doors, Kay.”

“I- what do you want?”

“I want to talk to you,” he spoke as he moved closer to her.

“Here?!”

“Yeah, here,” he chuckled.

Kayla rolled her eyes and tried to push past him.

“Now is not the time or place-”

“When is?” he blocked her exit, and she crossed her arms in defeat, looking up at him through her lashes as she leaned against the sink. “Look, I just need to say something real quick.”

“Fine,” Kayla sighed and gestured for him to continue. She knew there was no use fighting him. She wasn’t leaving that bathroom until he was good and ready.

“Kay,” his voice softened, and she looked away only to have her face pulled back in his direction. “Kay-kay, look at me.”

She made the mistake of doing just that, getting lost in his eyes again.

“I miss you,” Erik murmured.

“Erik-”

“Look, I know, ok? I know. And I’m sorry, Kay. I really am- no, look at me. I’m sorry I wasn’t enough for you...but I miss you, girl.”

Kayla’s eyes welled up with tears that she tried her hardest to blink away, but one had the nerve to fall. Erik wiped it away, and the next one, and the next one. A sob wracked Kayla’s body, and he wrapped his arms around her body.

“Don’t cry, babygirl. I know you worked hard on your makeup.”

Kayla laughed through her tears, but the emotions washed back over her, and she buried her face into his chest. It was already soaked with gin, so what harm would a few tears do?

He held her and rocked her softly from side to side as she cried, and after a couple of minutes, she found the will to look up at him again. His cheeks were wet, so she reached up and swiped her thumbs over them as she held his face in her small hands. He nuzzled into them and kissed her wrists.

“I miss you, too, E,” she croaked.

“I know, babygirl.”

He leaned in to kiss her forehead, and she closed her eyes as his soft lips caressed her skin. They stayed intertwined for who knows how long until Erik felt Kayla begin to pull back. He looked down at her, and the two of them locked eyes. Before they knew it, their lips had met in the middle in a passionate embrace. They got lost in each other for a moment until common sense returned to Kayla, and she pushed him off.

“We can’t-”

“Why not?”

“Because…”

“Because what, Kay?” Erik’s voice rumbled as he closed what little gap was between their bodies. He left soft kisses on her temples before working down to her cheeks, then her jawline, and eventually the column of her neck. She let out a soft whimper when his teeth grazed the crook of her neck but pushed him back again before he could continue any further.

“Erik, I...I still love you, and-”

He attacked her lips with his, hands feverishly gripping her waist as he pushed her further into the sink. She had nowhere to go, and she was ok with that.

“I...love you...too...babygirl,” he whispered between kisses.

Kayla’s mind went blank as he lifted her up on the counter and pressed himself between her legs. She could feel him, all of him, and damn did she miss that monster between his legs.

“Erik,” she moaned as he nipped at her earlobe. He still knew how to play her body like a violin.

“Mmm, say it again.”

“Erik!” she squeaked as she felt his strong hands grip her thighs.

“Just like that,” he groaned, and she flooded her already wet panties.

“Baby-”

He connected his forehead to hers and stared deep into her eyes. “You miss me?”

“Mhm,” Kayla nodded with her lip between her teeth.

“I miss you, too, baby. I think about you all the time. Every day,” he pecked her lips, “every night. I miss everything about you, Kay-kay. Your off-key singing, your horrible cooking-”

“Shut up,” Kayla giggled as his hands traveled up her dress.

“Your body…fuck I miss this body. I miss how you smell, how you taste...how that tight little pussy feels wrapped around my dick.”

Kayla widened her legs for him as his fingers found their way to the seat of her panties, stroking up and down her slit. Erik kissed his way back down her face and over to her ear, his warm breath sending chills down her spine.

“Do you think about me when you touch yourself? Because I do. You’re all I see when I stroke my dick...wishing it was your hand...your lips...this fucking pussy.”

Erik pushed her panties to the side, and his nimble fingers circled her clit. Kayla let out a small moan that was music to his ears, making fingers move faster and her breath grow shallower with each rotation.

“Answer me.”

“Mhm.”

“Come on, babygirl, you can do better than that. You think about me when you play in your pussy? This pussy right here?” he asked as he slapped her vulva, her wetness sticking to his hand.

“Y-yes, baby-”

“Uh-uh, you know who I am. Say it,” Erik commanded as he snuck three fingers inside her wetness, making her moan loudly in his ear. “Shhh, you gotta be quiet, babygirl. You don’t want people out there knowing how much of a slut you are, right?”

Kayla shook her head no.

“That’s what I thought. Now, I asked you a question, Kayla,” he reminded her. His gruff voice made her weak, and the fingers that were steadily speeding up inside her certainly didn’t help. “Answer me. Who am I, babygirl?”

Kayla tried to hold out as much as she could. She didn’t want to say it, too proud to give in, but the way he was currently stretching out her pussy and curling his fingers inside her made her cling to his shoulders. The bastard knew what he was doing, and she didn’t want to let him win. But then, he played dirty and bit down on her neck. She cried out, and when he pulled back to look at her, the ferocity in his eyes drove her up the wall.

“I said, who the fuck am I, Kayla?” Erik growled. His hand sped up, making her weak with every thrust. She couldn’t hold it anymore and came undone around him, her mouth betraying her as his name fell from her lips.

“Daddy!” she gasped as her pussy spasmed, and he chuckled darkly.

“Damn right I am,” he kissed her lips, “now gimme that pussy. Daddy missed his pussy.”

Kayla heard a rip and felt the cool air between her legs as he tore through her panties to get to her treasure trove. She reached down between them and grabbed his clothed erection in her hand, making him groan as he bit down on his luscious bottom lip. She undid his belt buckle and slowly unzipped his pants before reaching in and pulling out his throbbing dick.

The longing in her eyes told him everything he needed to know, so he pushed her legs back and tapped his head on her clit.

“You want daddy’s dick in you?”

“Mhm,” she whimpered.

“Good.”

He pushed in and groaned at the feeling of her pussy walls gripping him as he sheathed himself inside her.

“Fuck, you feel like home.”

Kayla moaned into his neck in response and wound her hips against him, meeting him thrust for thrust as he stroked into her slow and deep. She couldn’t form words. He felt so damn good inside her that Kayla’s brain had short-circuited. Erik’s dick hit spots that she could never find herself no matter how hard she tried. Even in her dreams, he drove her body wild. She had spent the last year trying to find somebody, anybody who could make her feel that way, but nobody could compare to Erik Stevens.

Erik and Kayla panted heavily into each others’ mouths as he made love to her body, and as soon as Kayla started to tense up, his thrusts grew harder.

“I-I-”

“I know, babygirl. Daddy feels it,” he groaned as he nipped at her bottom lip. “Cum on my dick like a good girl.”

His words sent Kayla into overdrive, and her body shook as she spilled over him. Her spasming walls hugged him tight, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, begging him with her eyes.

“You feel amazing,” she moaned.

“Mhm. I know them other niggas wasn’t hitting it like this. I just know it. Look at you, cumming all over daddy’s dick. Look at it!” He grabbed her chin and made her look down at her throbbing pussy as his dick slid in and out of her.

“We look so good, daddy!”

Erik slammed into her, and she bit into his shoulder to keep from screaming. He gave her his all over and over, rocking the countertop in the process.

“We’ll look even better if you let me cum in this pussy. Mix my cum with yours-”

“Yes!”

“Yes?” He chuckled. “You want it that bad, huh? Nasty ass, in here getting fucked while that bum ass nigga’s waiting for you upstairs.”

“Mmm, I want it.”

“Want what, babygirl?” Erik teased as he brought his thumb to her clit, strumming it slowly as he thrust into her.

“You. I want you to cum deep in me.”

“Shit,” Erik groaned. “You want it deep in there?”

“Mhm. Put it where it belongs, daddy.” Kayla licked up the side of his neck, making his knees buckle. “Cum in your pussy.”

Erik lost all sense of control and pounded into her tight pussy, somehow getting even deeper in preparation for his release. Kayla held on tight as she felt him begin to spasm inside her, and she released around him again as his deep moans tickled her ear. Erik thrust extra deep and held his dick in place as he emptied his balls into her warmth, whimpering lightly as she rubbed his back to soothe him and bring him back down.

“I missed you, babygirl.”

“I missed you, too, daddy.”

They stayed like that, wrapped up in each other until their breathing slowed. Erik was the first to move, slowly pulling himself out of Kayla as she whined at the loss of contact. He kissed all over her face before planting a slow, sweet kiss on her lips.

“I can’t let you go again, Kay-kay,” his voice cracked as tears threatened to fall from his eyes again.

Kayla pulled him back in and kissed him so deeply that she nearly lost herself in him again, but he pulled away and looked her in her eyes.

“I’m serious, girl. I’ll do anything. I’ll marry you, give you as many big-headed babies as you want. Just, please, Kay-” she cut him off with another kiss to shut him up.

“We should go back to my place and talk,” she whispered, and Erik’s face lit up. Something about the way she said it, the way she kissed him, the way her body still responded to his...it gave him hope. Kayla smiled at him and pecked his lips once more before hopping off of the sink. He had to catch her because her legs were wobbly, and she stumbled a little in her heels.

“You aight?” he laughed.

“No, nigga,” she slapped his chest, and the two of them got caught in a laughing fit. They had really just fucked in the bathroom at Chez Martine. Kayla was on cloud nine until a thought occurred to her, and her face fell flat. “Oh, shit.”

“What?” Erik’s face turned serious, and his eyes scanned over her body, looking for whatever the problem was.

Kayla started giggling again, and he looked confused.

“What is it?” he asked, barely able to keep a straight face. Her laugh was always so infectious…

“Demetrius.”

“Who?!”

“My date.”

“Girl, don’t worry about him. He probably thinks you dipped out anyway.”

Kayla shrugged and fixed her dress as Erik stuffed his shirt back in his pants. They checked their reflections in the mirror, and Kayla was pleasantly surprised that her makeup was still intact thanks to that setting spray she had splurged on the other day.

“Ready?” Erik asked as he admired her beauty. Kayla nodded, and he unlocked the door, opening it to find Duncan leaning against the wall with a sour look on his face. Kayla’s eyes blew wide as she tried to figure out what to say to her date for the evening.

“Heyyy, um…”

“Denzel,” he seethed.

“Yeah, sorry. So, um, we’re-”

“Sorry, bruh,” Erik clapped him on the shoulder, “but we heading out. Bathroom’s all yours, though.”

Erik pulled Kayla along, and she sent Deion an apologetic glance before following Erik up the stairs. It seemed the whole restaurant knew what had occurred, but neither one of them cared. They were just happy to be around each other again. It had been entirely too long.

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boldlyvoid · 3 years

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Amethyst you so much

Summary: Spencer has had a crush on Y/N since she started working at the bau. She only ever works the night shift after a case, handling all the aftermath gracefully. one night, Spencer stays back and they strike up a conversation about rocks, causing their feelings to dig a little deeper.

Warnings: pure fluff, weed mention, hurt/comfort, grief and mourning

Word Count: 6.4K

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Late nights at the office had become his thing since Gideon left.

He couldn’t bring himself to go home some nights without a game of chess, a cup of coffee, and the ambiance of the post case staff working. He would’ve had no idea about what goes on after they close a case if he didn’t stay behind most nights.

The phone rings almost every 10 minutes, and it’s always answered by the sweetest voice. The fax machine never turns off, and the most beautiful girl in the world is always running around placing papers in different places.

He’s been smitten with her since she started here, 2 years ago. Never seeing much of her since she was switched to the night shift, always wanting to just watch her from afar, never speaking to her unless he needed to.

“Yes, again we are so sorry for the door,” he can hear her voice from the back corner of the room. “Agent Morgan will be paying for that out of his paycheck, don’t worry, Mr. Kennings. We’ll be sure to remember your hotel when we’re in the area again. The FBI has a very generous budget for overnight cases. Of course, you have a good night too.”

She hung the phone up harshly and let out a deep sigh. He turned around to see her face in her arms, resting against the desk. She looked done, completely fed up. He would be too.

She looked up then, noticing that he was making eye contact with her. She awkwardly smiled and waved at him, “sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry,” Spencer replied. “We asked for the key, I should have stopped him from kicking it in.”

She laughed then, walking over to his desk so she didn’t have to yell across the room. She sat on the corner of his desk lightly, “why do you stay every night?”

“Oh, um,” he wasn’t prepared for this. She had never talked to him before. She was barely able to even look at him when she used to place papers on his desk 2 years ago, now she was on his desk.

“I don’t like to bring the work home with me, it’s better to destress here before I go to my apartment,” he answered, half honestly.

She nodded slightly, “I get it. Luckily I go home in the mornings so the sun helps me feel better.”

“Going home in the dark isn’t fun,” she lightly smiled up at her.

“Do you want a coffee or anything?” She asked softly, “seeing as I am still your assistant as long as you’re here?”

He laughed lightly, “I would, but I’d like to join you in the staff room for it?”

“Okay,” she stood, straightening out her shirt as he stood as well.

He held the doors open for her, letting her walk out first, still smiling as she waited in the hall for him. Never being anything less than 1 foot from him for some reason, and he didn’t mind in the slightest.

“Do you like your job?” He asked lightly.

“Oh yeah,” she laughed. “It’s like customer service on crack. Have you ever had to explain to someone why you can’t pay for the cracked foundation after Agent Morgan’s ransacked a place?”

“I honestly never thought of who has to deal with the aftermath,” he awkwardly admitted to her. “I’m so sorry.”

She couldn’t stop laughing as they entered the kitchen, “it’s fine. I never have to apologize on your behalf, it’s everyone else who seems to be reckless. Sometimes I feel like it would be better if I came along to babysit.”

“That would be helpful,” he smiled softly as she entered the staff room.

He watched as she took a new coffee filter out of the cupboard. Emptying the coffee pot with ease, rinsing everything before adding the water and scooping in the grounds. He was mesmerized by how fast she was able to do it, then again it was sort of her job.

“What mug would you like?” She turned to him with a smile that made his heart skip a beat.

“Um, the purple one, if it’s there?”

“You really like purple, huh?” She teased him, standing on her tippy-toes to reach the mug for him.

She placed it on the counter before grabbing a white mug, it had a bumblebee on it, “bee happy” written along the top. It was perfect for her.

“Purple is a stress-reducing colour,” she explained. “When I was a kid my parents painted my room purple so that I’d sleep better.”

“I’ve always been drawn to it.”

She leaned against the counter while the coffee pot started to percolate, “Probably because of your anxiety, coffee doesn’t help that.”

“It’s in my DNA to be like this,” he tried to joke, knowing he succeeded when her smile crept back onto her face.

He was on a mission to keep seeing it.

“For someone who spends a lot of time with dead bodies, creepy places and bad people, you sure are a mousy little thing aren’t you?” She teased him.

“I also love Halloween, go figure.” He’s not sure where the confidence came from, being able to make light-hearted jokes like this was only easy with the team.

Which she technically was a part of. He’s seen her almost every single day for 3 years, slowly being able to get comfortable enough for this very moment.

“What else are you into, outside of here?” She asked honestly, making his heart swell as no one else had ever asked him before.

“Lots of things,” he sighed. “I love to read, I’ll read anything. But mostly I enjoy far-off worlds. Lord of the Rings, Star Trek, Doctor Who, Sherlock mostly.”

“No supernatural?” She gasped. “Sacrilege, honestly. What kind of nerd are you if you don't support supperwholock?”

“That's the show with the monster hunting brothers right?” He tried to recall it to his mind.

She nodded with a pressed-lipped smile, “it’s bad but in a way where I can’t stop watching every Thursday, they just introduced an angel who is pretty gay. Star Trek is cool too, I guess, I was raised by Trekkies.”

“My mom was into Doctor Who.”

“Mamma’s boy,” she teased him slightly, returning her focus to the coffee as she poured the now finished brew into their mugs. “She was nice when she came in that one time, I made her a very sweet coffee just like yours.”

He reached for the sugar then, poring a generous amount into his mug with a grin, “how much do you like?”

“the same amount,” she couldn’t help but laugh. “I hate the taste of coffee, but it keeps me awake.”

He poured the sugar into her mug as she places a spoon in each. Allowing him to stir his own before picking it up finally. Holding the warm ceramic in his hands, it was almost as warm as the feeling in his chest when he looked at her.

He’s felt it for a long time. He’s been caught staring at her by Derek, JJ even tried to get him to give her his number. Which she already had for when she calls him into work in the middle of the night. They knew he had a crush, he did too. He just didn’t know what to do about it.

“Come to my desk, I want to show you something?” She asked softly, avoiding eye contact as she walked towards the door.

He followed, like a lost puppy, all the way back to her desk. It was always neat, he always looked at it when he made his way up the stairs to the briefing room. He could even see it from where he sat at the table sometimes. Always wanting to see her leave in the mornings.

She had a collection of rocks that always changed, he loved the blue one the most but it wasn’t there currently. She had all new ones since the last time he looked.

“Here,” she hands him one. It’s brown and gold, the colours moving and shifting as he turns it with his fingers. The gold running through it like a beautiful wave.

“what’s this for?”

“It’s a Tiger’s eye, for good luck and happiness,” she smiled. “Keep it at your desk and maybe it’ll be easier for you to relax when you come back?”

The butterflies in his chest were swirling then as she looked up at him with pleading eyes. Wanting him to take it, wanting him to feel better. Caring for him.

“Thank you,” he barely whispers, clearing his throat softly. “It’s very nice of you.”

“You’re always nice to me, so,” she shrugged.

They sat down then, he dragged his chair from his desk over to hers. Sitting in close as she explained all the meanings to her rocks. He listened carefully, getting to examine each one as she spoke.

“This one is Jade, it’s for balancing emotions and allowing compassion so I don’t scream at everyone on the phone,” she laughed as she placed one in his hands. Her fingers brushing his palm softly.

It was a beautiful green stone with a thin white line running through it, separating into 3 directions as he flipped it over, “it’s beautiful.”

“I know some people don’t believe in this stuff,” she started to get embarrassed as she placed them all back on the shelf. “But I’ve always thought; if the moon, which is just a rock, can control the water, and humans are 70% water, then who’s to tell me the moon cycles don’t control my emotions and these smaller rocks can’t help problem areas?”

“You’re not wrong,” he shook his head softly as he thought her words over. “People depended on the stars and planets for guidance originally, as well as rocks and herbs for healing, just because it’s outdated doesn’t mean it doesn’t work?”

“Thank you,” she smiled. “No one has ever agreed with me that easily.”

“Anytime you want to talk, I’ll just be over there,” he pointed at his desk. “And I’m a phone call away?” He swallowed sharply at his boldness, trying to stay calm as he awaited her answer.

“I do have your number,” she smiled, reaching out to place her hand on his. “But you should go home, I’m sure you’re chilled out now.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, staring at her hand as they touched. He lightly wrapped his hand around hers, holding it slightly, running his thumb over her knuckles. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“And every day after,” she whispered, tilting her head as she smiled at him.

This was going to be interesting.

—

Penelope was always dragging him out. She would take him shopping, to dinner, to the movies. She was like his big sister, dedicated to making sure he wasn’t always cooped up or trying to retreat into a fantasy life.

She kept him busy.

She had 4 bags in her hands as they walked down the street, peering into the store windows to see what else she could possibly be interested in taking home for someone. That’s when they passed the natural health store.

He stopped in his tracks, seeing all the different rocks on the wall accompanies by little cards that described how they could help. He opened the door and rushed inside before Penelope even noticed he stopped following her.

“Good afternoon!” The shop owner called out to him. “How can I assist you today?”

“Um, the girl I like has a rock collection,” he says softly, knowing Penelope is behind him listening. “Crystals more specifically, I’d like to get her some?”

“Well, you came to the right place,” the man beams, escorting him to the wall of rocks. “What is she like?”

“Wonderful,” the words are carried out of his mouth on a sigh as he thinks about her. “She’s confident and nice, and caring. She’s always positive and just so lovely.”

“I’ve got you,” the man starts picking rocks off the wall and placing them in his hands.

Spencer follows him to the desk where he lays down a handful of rocks, Penelope is shockingly quiet as she stands beside him, staring at the collection. She’ll be full of questions later, all of which he is terrified of.

“This is a rose quartz, pretty basic love, beauty, anti-depression stone,” he pushes the pink and a green rock towards him. “Serpentine is for new adventures, observation and insight. I have a feeling you’re up for an adventure with her?”

Spencer nodded enthusiastically, “I like that one. It would be better to get her some rare ones, some that have to do with friendship, new beginnings, or opportunities?” He tried to explain his feelings as best as he could. Not knowing if he sounded dumb for a change.

The man smiled wide, “here,” he dipped below the counter and dug out a box. “Chrysocolla is literally for new beginnings, love and opportunity.”

He hands Spencer a vitreous, raw blue stone with small green marks running all through it, it’s beautiful like her. “This is perfect.”

“I’ll throw in a Kiwi Jasper as well, it’s for being by someone's side, support and trust. As well as a Ruby in Zoisite it symbolizes finding the joy in life with someone,” he hands Spencer two equally beautiful stones, prepping a bag and wrappings for all of them.

Spencer lays out the 5 stones he picked out, watching him wrap them with care before placing them in a bag. He rings everything up, Spencer pays and before he’s even out the door Penelope is pouncing on him for answers.

“Who?!”

He can't help but blush and stutter, trying to brush past her and continue walking down the street. “You can’t hide forever Spencer, who is she?”

“How do you know it’s a she?”

“You literally said so?” She looks at him like he’s an idiot. “Come on? I won't tell anyone!”

“Y/N.”

The gears are turning in Penelope's head as she tries to place a face to the name, knowing she’s seen her somewhere, “From the office?”

He nods softly, “the one Derek bullies me for staring at?” He clues her in more as they walk.

“He also bullies her for staring at you,” she adds with a smile. “She’s going to love those, when are you going to give them to her?”

“I was thinking about just leaving one on her desk every day? Maybe with a note for why I picked it?” He really wants to woo her, she’s too special to just flirt with.

“She’s going to love that.”

—

Sure enough, he walked into work every day for the next week, placing a rock on a sticky note on her desk. He was never around when she was able to see it, only knowing she got it when he'd arrive at work the next morning with a note reading 'thank you ♥︎ ' on top of his files.

He thinks about her all weekend, planning how he'll give her the last rock as he takes the elevator up that morning. Only to see her sitting at her desk, phone pressed to her ear as she tried to talk someone out of suing the FBI, she looked absolutely miserable. Just a casual Monday morning for her, almost at the end of her shift.

He rushed over to his desk, putting all his stuff down to dig one of the rocks from his satchel. Picking the Kiwi Jasper for today, he grabbed a pen and a sticky note and wrote her a little note.

“Always here if you need to talk, -Spencer ♥︎”

He walked over to her desk, she was still talking so she didn’t notice him until he was right there, she looked up at him with a thankful smile.

“Yes sir,” she answered the person talking to her. “Can I call you back after I speak to the chief? thanks.” She hung up on him, turning all her attention to Spencer.

“I know you know it's been me leaving these, but I brought you in another one,” he says softly, placing the rock in her hand and sticking the note to the shelf where it would end up.

“oh my gosh, Spencer?” She placed her free hand on her heart as she looked at the rock.

“You looked upset?”

She stands and pulls him into a hug, he can feel all the eyes on him as he holds her back, letting his chin rest on her shoulder as she squeezes him.

“Thank you,” she whispered as she pulled back, awkwardly smiling at him as she also noticed everyone staring.

“Always,” he smiled back, hand still resting on her arm. “Um, I have a case I need to get to.”

“Of course, good luck,” she smiled.

He pulls the tiger's eye out of his shirt pocket, showing her that he still had it, “kinda hard not to have good luck with this.”

She bit back a smile, her eyes gleaming as she took a deep breath through her nose. Releasing the same feelings he was keeping inside, allowing both their butterflies to swarm out together.

—

He loved when they had cases in Virginia. Being able to stay in the bullpen and work was relaxing, it was easier to think where he felt safe.

He was working on the geo profile all alone, a huge map stretched across a clear case board as he laid a yardstick across it. Drawing a thick red line with marker over it, in his own little world as he worked away.

He doesn’t realize she’s standing there too until she’s lightly pressing her hand on his back.

“Hey,” she whispers softly. “It’s 10 pm, thought you’d like a coffee?” She places the purple mug on his desk with her purse, turning her attention back to what he’s doing.

“Thank you, I’m almost done here,” he says softly, finishing the red triangle he was making on the map.

“I’ve always found it fascinating how you do this,” she complimented him. “You’re so careful.”

“Like baking, it’s an exact science,” he smiled softly.

It made her giggle slightly, placing her hand back on his back as she moved in closer to look. He wanted her to stay there forever, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to focus. He tried his best to steady his hand as he finished the line.

Putting the yardstick back down and turning to her, she doesn’t move her hand, instead, softly moving to rest on his arm as she stands close to him. “How are you?”

He feels nervous for some reason, it’s not like she hasn’t been this close to him before. It’s just that she’s close and she smells wonderful and he wonders if her lips would be a better wake-up call than the coffee she brought.

He realizes he’s staring at her lips when he licks his own, “I’m good,” he furrows his brow and clears his throat with a nod.

She smirks at him, “how come you’re the only one still here? Hotch said it could wait till tomorrow?”

“I was waiting for you,” he admits, “but I got carried away setting this up, I never heard you come in?”

“Cause I didn’t,” she scrunches her nose slightly as she straightens her stance. “I saw you working hard and went right to get you a coffee.”

“You’re wonderful,” he blushes as the words slip out, trying his best to keep eye contact when all he wants to do is kiss her.

She pats his arm slightly as she backs up a little, grabbing her bag from where she set it on his desk. “I’m going to set up for the night, come talk to me before you leave?”

“Of course,” he says as she walks away, letting out a small sigh as he realizes just how badly he wants her.

He never gets to talk to her before he leaves, she’s on the phone when hotch comes storming in. Saying something about another body and making Reid leave with him. He’s busy for 3 days straight, thinking about her with every free thought he’s able to squeeze in.

He carries the rock from her in his pocket everywhere he goes; in his pants beside his keys, in his bag with his books, in his breast pocket, over his heart, behind a bulletproof vest. Feeling it press against his chest, a part of her keeping him safe where ever he went.

They finish the case with minimal damage, Spencer specifically making sure that Derek leaves all the doors on the hinges for Y/N’s sake, cleaning up any messes they make so she won’t have to hear about it over the phone. They all notice that he’s doing it for her, quietly appreciating the fact that Spencer is happy for a change, that there’s a glimmer of hope in his eyes again.

He arrives back at Quantico 30 minutes before her shift starts. Everyone else is packing up for the day while he sits at his desk, reading to occupy the time before she comes in.

Only she doesn’t.

30 minutes pass and she’s nowhere to be seen, it’s only 9:02 by the time he starts to panic. Wondering if she’s okay, hoping she’s just in the elevator or grabbing a coffee that’s actually good, somewhere outside of the office.

“Reid,” he hears Hotch calling him from his office door. “She just called in, her grandmother passed away last night so she won't be in.”

“Oh,” he furrows his brow, looking at him with confusion. “How did you know?”

“Penelope,” he smiles. “She’s still here too, and she knows where Y/N lives.”

“It wouldn’t be weird to go see if she’s okay?”

Hotch just smiles at him again, “go see her, Reid.”

Getting her address from Penelope felt a little weird, but she writes it on a sticky note for him and he’s out the door before she can even pry into what he’s going to say. Which is good, because he doesn’t know yet.

It’s late, but he stops by the little rock store on his way to her house. Seeing the lights still on and the same man from before behind the counter.

“Welcome back,” he’s overly cheerful for it being so late. “How did she like them?”

“She likes the ones I’ve given her so far,” he smiles, looking over the wall himself this time for the right one.

Scanning past every emotion and affirmation known to man as he looked around, picking out a beautiful pink Rhodonite for healing grief, supposedly acting as a hug from emotional troubles. And a Rainbow Moonstone for inner peace, harmony and strength.

“She’s lost someone recently?” He asks as Spencer places them on the counter.

“Her grandmother,” he says softly. “These are good, right?”

“They’ll be perfect, we also have amethyst bracelets, they’re good for healing and drawing in positive energy,” he points towards the small display of bracelets. Small purple stones separated with small gold beads.

He picks up 2 of them, placing them on the counter as well.

“Is she still just a crush?”

Spencer laughs lightly, “unfortunately.”

“She might be more after this,” he smirks, ringing him up. “I’ll give you a 2 for one deal on everything, I have a feeling you’ll be in a lot.”

Spencer thanks him as he pays, picking out a small purple bag for the rocks and bracelet. Placing one on his own wrist before leaving. Also picking up some cookie dough ice cream and a card at the corner store just beside her apartment. Remembering all the times Penelope, JJ or Emily has mentioned it being the best ice cream for crying.

He takes a very deep breath before knocking on her door, hoping to every god out there that she doesn’t find this incredibly inappropriate and weird.

“Spencer?” He hears her voice before she even opens the door, looking out the peephole at him.

She whips the door open, eyes puffy and swollen as she looks at him in shock. She’s in a big sweater and shorts, tears dripping down her cheeks as she shakes her head at him.

“I thought you could use some cheering up?” He awkwardly smiles, holding the ice cream up for her to see.

She wraps her arms around his middle, burying her face against his coat. Still crying as she holds him, he holds her with his free hand, shushing her as he presses his cheek to her head.

She pulls back with a sniffle, “come in,” she offers with an arm out, ushering him inside the small room as she closes the door.

He takes his shoes off, handing her the ice cream so he can take off his coat and satchel too. “This isn’t weird right?”

“Not at all,” she laughs slightly through the awkwardness. “You don’t know how much it means to me that you care this much.”

“I brought something for you,” he says as he struggles to dig everything out of his pocket.

He hands her the card and the little purple bag, seeing the overwhelming glance grow on her face. Her eyes grew wide as he mouth opened, speechless.

She opened the card first, reading the passage about grief that was already provided. Dealing with grief was something Spencer knew too well, adding something a little special to the bottom of the card.

“To live in hearts we left behind is not to die,” -Thomas Campbell. As long as you remember her, with a smile on your face and love in your heart, she will always be with you ♥︎ Spencer

She wipes her tears with her forearm, placing the card on the counter beside the ice cream before she opens the bag. She pulls out the bracelet first, absolute shock on her face.

“Spencer?” Is all she can say, in a high squeak as she shakes her head at him.

“I didn’t want you to be sad,” he says softly, stepping into her space and placing a hand on her arm. “I love seeing you smile, and I thought this could help.

He takes the bracelet from her grasp and places it over her hand. Resting it on her wrist softly, straightening it out against her sweater as she notices the matching on over his shirt sleeve.

“Oh this is so cute,” she swoons. “thank you, really Spencer.”

“And there are some rocks for grief healing in there too, one is supposedly like an emotional hug which should heal the grief and sorrow, and the other is more for inner peace and harmony,” he rambles away, not wanting her to miss anything.

She pours the rocks from the bag, into her hand, looking them over silently with a smile, “they’ll look great on my desk.”

“The purple looks nice on you too,” he compliments her, watching her eyes drift up to him.

She places the rocks on the counter before wrapping her arms around him once more. This time he’s able to actually hold her back, tight as possible as he rubs his hand over her back.

She smells like home, clean laundry and happiness. She’s soft and warm, he holds her perfectly against his chest, like she was a missing puzzle piece that someone finally found under the table, she fits into his life like she was supposed to be there.

She kisses his cheek softly before she pulls back, causing him to pull her into a real kiss on impulse. Connecting their lips as she sighs into the contact, melting into his grasp as she kisses him back.

Her lips are soft, fitting between his own gently as she breathes him in. Her hands reach up to grip his cheeks, kissing him again and again, placing pecks to his lips and cheeks with her eyes closed as he giggles.

“Thank you,” she whispers against his lips, “for everything.”

“I’d do anything for you,” he whispers back, kissing her one last time before she pulls away.

“I was actually about to smoke some weed on the fire escape and probably cry some more,” she laughs lightly. “would you like to join me?”

“I’ll stick with a bowl of ice cream,” he smiled awkwardly.

“Nice one,” she laughs as she opens the ice cream.

“What?”

“Oh, you didn’t even get the reference you made,” she laughs lightly, “to get high you smoke a bowl, so…”

It makes him smile, “I'm a comedian part-time.”

He makes her laugh again, loving the sound of her giggle replacing the tears. “Why aren’t you this funny at work?”

He thinks about it for a little, watching her scoop the ice cream into two bowls, “it’s a little hard to make jokes when people's lives are on the line, I know everyone else does but I get too focused.”

“They probably wouldn’t appreciate your jokes even if you did make them,” she says as she handed him a bowl with a spoon. “They’re kind of mean to you, in a family way but it still sucks sometimes to overhear.”

She walks into the living area then, grabbing a few blankets and opening the window to the fire escape. Crawling out to sit on the ledge, waiting for him.

“I don’t mind it,” he says as he finally sits down beside her.

She places the blanket over their laps, both of them sitting criss-cross applesauce as they ate.

“Do you like your job?” She asks him, just like he once asked her.

“Most of the time,” he nodded as he got brain freeze. The cold air, the cold ice cream, everything that was catching up to him as he scrunched his face up at the feeling.

She laughs at him only a bit before she’s also attacked by the brain freeze, holding the vein in her neck as she chokes out another laugh, trying to warm up the blood going to her head so the pain would stop.

They’re both just a mess of giggles together, unable to say any words as they let it all out. She leans her head on his shoulder lightly as they calm down to just soft chuckles. He presses his cheek against her head.

“Thank you, Spencer,” it sounds like she’s crying a bit. “My grandma was a lovely woman, she’d be glad I’m laughing right now.”

He reached out a hand for her to hold over the blanket. She interlocked their fingers softly, both cold from holding their ice cream bowls.

“If she was anything like you, I’m sure she was the most wonderful woman,” he says softly, not intending to make her cry but having a feeling he might.

“Would you be interested in holding me on the couch while I cry?” She asked softly, tears in her eyes as she looked up at him.

“Whatever you need, I’m here for you.”

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He’s late for work the next morning.

Waking up to the smell of coffee, opening his eyes to a strange view. He’s on a couch he doesn’t recognize in a room he doesn’t know too well.

Then he remembers, they ended up cuddled up on the couch. He wakes up to the memory of her on his chest, crying softly as they listened to some music, he ran his hand over her back while she went through it all, blessed to have his support.

He fell asleep under her at some point, waking up alone with a blanket laid over him. He sat up to see her in the kitchen, pouring coffee into a travel mug.

“Good, you’re awake,” she smiles at him. “Coffee is ready, I uh, I have this button-up shirt from a guy friend, if you wanted to wear that to work today? So they don’t think you stayed here?”

“That’s smart,” he replies as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes.

Getting up, he uses the bathroom, changes and takes that coffee from her. He’s not expecting her to kiss him on the lips at the door, but she sends him off to work like an old housewife.

He doesn’t want to pull away from her, keeping her pressed against him as he leans in for 4 more kisses before she finally pushes him out into the hallway with a laugh, “get to work!”

“Fine,” he sighs, “are you going to be in tonight?”

“Yeah,” she smiles, “funeral is in West Virginia next week, so I’ll be in until then.”

“I’ll see you later?”

She nods slightly with a soft smile, “you’ll be seeing a lot of me soon, Spencer.”

“Good,” he winks at her before heading down the hallway and towards the street entrance.

He sighs as he walks outside, resting his back against the apartment complex door, taking a moment to think about everything that just happened, the night of company and the wonderful send-off.

It was something he could get used to.

He rushes into the briefing room when he arrives at Quantico, sitting down with his coffee and pretending he wasn’t late. Listening carefully to JJ’s presentation of the case as he flips through everything he missed already.

“Wheels up in 30,” he heard Hotch say as he zoned back in. “Nice of you to join us, Reid.”

“I know that travel mug from somewhere,” Derek said as he stared at Spencer, who was taking a sip to avoid the awkwardness.

“Hmm?” He played dumb.

“That’s Y/N’s. She washes it every morning when she leaves to go home, I see her do it every morning,” his eyes open wide. “Holy shit.”

“Isn’t that the same tie and slacks from yesterday?” Emily teased him as well.

“Her grandma died, I brought her ice cream and slept on the couch okay?” He all but yelled, flailing his arms slightly so they’d all back off.

Derek reached his fist out for him to pound it, “good man.”

Then Penelope noticed the bracelet, “did she get you that?”

He sunk his hand into his pocket then, “no.”

“What?” Emily and JJ asked in unison, straining their necks to try and get a good look at what she was talking about.

He nervously held his arm out for them, showing them the purple bracelet resting over the sleeve of his shirt. “I got one for her too, it’s for healing and peace. It’s what she needs right now.”

“Oh, so you love her,” Derek smiles as he teases him. Making everyone else in the room swoon slightly.

“Okay and?”

“Oh my god!” Most of them shout at him, embarrassing him to no end. He was so glad she wasn’t at work this morning or else she would be able to hear this from her desk.

“Did you kiss her?” Rossi pries, asking what everyone else was thinking.

He scrunches his face, pushing his glasses up slightly as he clears his throat, “a few times.”

“Is she your girlfriend?” JJ kept the questions coming.

“Not yet,” he said softly. “Kinda weird to walk into her apartment while she cries to say ‘hey sorry about the death in your family, want to date me?’”

“Yeah,” Emily agrees, shrugging lightly. “At least she knows you like her now, it’s been what? 2 years?”

“2 years, 3 months, 17 days and 43 minutes,” he confirms with a small nod and pressed lips.

“Gross,” Derek teases him.

“The plane is leaving in 10 minutes,” Hotch cut into their fun.

Making them all gather their things and continue the interrogation in the elevator, and eventually on the plane, and in the police precinct. Even Penelope called him in the middle of everything to bug him about her.

The questions were never-ending, everyone wanted to know how they even started talking, who made the first move, how he plans to ask her out. They were relentless, he almost regretted admitting to anything.

They bug him all throughout the day, all the way until they’re arriving back at the BAU late that same night. He almost doesn’t want to go back to the bullpen and see her with all of them, knowing they were going to follow and say something.

She’s waiting in the hall when the elevator doors open, a pressed-lipped smile on her face, “bad news.”

“Another one?” Hotch sighs, “have Garcia send us the info. Be at the table in 10.” He pushes his way out of the elevator, passed them all as they stare at Y/N.

“Hi?” She awkwardly waves at them all, showing off the bracelet on her wrist.

“See ya, Spence,” JJ and Emily say as they matt his shoulder, dragging Derek and Rossi towards the bullpen doors.

“Sorry,” he apologizes for them softly, stepping into her space.

She wraps him up in a quick hug, keeping one arm around his waist as she guides him towards the bullpen, “it’s fine, they’re going to have to get used to us being together.”

“Together?” He repeats her words.

“I only cry on my boyfriend's shoulders, if you're up for the title?” She teases him softly, pinching his side as they walk towards the doors.

“Can I frame “Dr. Spencer Reid, Y/N’s boyfriend” beside my Ph.D.’s?” He keeps his hand on her shoulder, holding each other slightly as they walk towards her desk. He felt like one of those kids who wouldn’t let go of their girlfriend's hand in the school hallway, attached to her at the hip.

“I’ll make one for you while you’re gone,” she laughs lightly.

They stop at her desk where he sees all rocks he got her collecting on the shelf, as well as a cup of coffee and his favourite kind of donut.

“Thought you deserved something nice too,” she says as she nudges his side.

He kisses her on the cheek as a thank you, “you’re welcome,” she smiles to herself. A feeling of pride growing in both their chests.

“See you later?” He asks as he picks up the coffee and donut, walking away slowly as she smiles at him.

“Come home to me safely, Doctor Reid,” her voice is just loud enough for everyone in the briefing room, where everyone is waiting at the window, watching them, deciding to put on a show in return.

He stops on the steps to look at her softly, “I’d fight a thousand unsubs to come home to you.”

“I’ll leave the light on,” she blows a kiss at him, making him blush a deep red.

He waves, making his way up the steps and into the briefing room. A smile on his face, heart thumping in his chest, all the support in the world swarming around him as everyone patted him on the back.

That tiger’s eye really did bring him good luck and happiness, and her name was Y/N.

#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid self insert #spencer reid request #criminal minds smut #criminal minds imagine #one shot #fluff

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i want to address the criticism about how vincenzo was acting out of character when he decided to save cha-young and not help han seo/neutralise han seok.

so, at first i felt the same way (i was about to post about it) but i wanted to gather my thoughts beforehand and i’m glad i did because i have a new perspective on this.

i want to say that the criticism is completely valid and understandable and that not everyone will share my point of view and it’s okay.

especially because vincenzo did act out of character.

the vincenzo we all know and love is always composed, extremely smart, quick on his feet, has amazing instinct...

in the past few episodes especially, the writers have really shown how invincible he is. he outsmarts all his ennemies, and they admit defeat. e.g. choi myung hee tells han seok he’s not someone they can beat. han seok goes to prison as a last resort measure because it’s the only way he can protect himself.

han seo even said in this episode that it will be okay [even if han seok wants to kill him] because he has vincenzo, and vincenzo knows everything, keeps him safe and beats up all the bad guy. he even asks “how can you be so amazing?”

and surely, vincenzo just like his name suggests, always succeeds. they’ve been showing that consistently the entire drama, it’s satisfying because he always triumphs, often without anyone’s help or at least by his own means.

however, in ep 19, vincenzo doesn’t succeed, or doesn’t succeed on his own.

1. he doesn’t beat up all the bad guys. he almost does, but he’s out numbered, cornered until the tenants appear. the ones saving the day are the tenants. it’s all of them working together that saves the day. they succeed as a family, as people coming together to conquer, not just vincenzo being moves ahead of everyone.

2. he doesn’t know everything. he did not anticipate myung hee’s sacrifice and han seok getting out of jail without anyone knowing. he didn’t see their move coming.

3. he didn’t keep [them] safe. cha-young and han seo both get abducted. vincenzo couldn’t protect them from han seok.

with this scene, the writers literally told us what would happen/was happening.

so yeah, the rational thing for vincenzo to do would’ve been to allow cha-young to flee by freeing her leg, than go on to help han seo overpower han seok and disarm him. and if this was the beginning of the drama, that’s what he would have done.

but there’s nothing rational about vincenzo in that moment because he’s scared. this is the first time that we’ve seen him AFRAID. (except maybe when his brother’s men almost got him killed but i would argue that it’s different bc it was only about himself, about his life.)

vincenzo has just lost his mom, and realised how hard it was to miss someone who’s dead. at first, he didn’t have any strong enough attachment in south korea to truly know what grief meant.

vincenzo has a family now. he has friends, companions. people who he cares about and who care about him. he has someone to lose.

cha-young is obviously the closest to him and the person he cares for the most. there’s no denying that. apart from his mother, she is his weakness.

in this episode, we see him accept his feelings for her. i think he’s realised he loves her a long time ago, but up until he decided to not leave for italy at the end of ep 18, he had never allowed himself to give those feelings a chance, to give cha-young and himself a chance.

in ep 18 he realised that he couldn’t leave her and that it was possible for him to stay by her side (or at least come back later and then stay). he made up his mind.

so when han seok kidnaps her, vincenzo is scared. not for his own survival, but for her. he’s scared to lose her because he knows how bad his mother’s death hurt him and he would rather get killed than let cha-young die. he even decides to sacrifice himself for her.

he’s not thinking straight, there’s no logic behind his actions. he’s a man that’s scared to lose the person he loves the most.

and so the moment he has a chance, he prioritises her survival over everything. he doesn’t do what’s right, he only does what he can.

his new found family might be his biggest strength, but it’s also his biggest weakness, his achilles heel. vincenzo up until now has been a dark hero who was always victorious, invincible. but now he’s become human, someone with fears and flaws, a mortal.

we’re used to watch vincenzo and get this satisfying, gratifying feeling of the dark hero always beating the bad guys, always coming to the rescue, always ahead of everyone. but in tonight’s episode, or at least its ending, was vincenzo failing. this obviously throws off most watchers.

the ultimate win will be even more satisfying and amazing to watch because of how disappointing/frustrating the end of this episode was.

anyway, that’s just my take on it. i think the writers made a choice in doing this because it’s part of his character development.

i’d be very interested to talk about it tho, especially if you disagree!!! i definitely felt wronged when i first watched this lmao.

#vincenzo #chayenzo #jang han seo #vincenzo ep 19

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dollslayer · 3 years

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Charity Case

Bucky Barnes x Reader, College AU, enemies to lovers

Summary: You loathe Bucky Barnes and his cocky attitude but you find yourself doing him a favor. Is he really as insufferable as he seems?

W/C: 3,830

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, uhhh kissing, that's it!

A/N: Here it is! My entry for @sweeterthanthis Quote Me On It 6k challenge!! My quote was "Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. Do I look like Mother Theresa?" (in bold). I love the Heathers so I'm excited!! Hopefully I did this prompt justice. As always, if you liked it please reblog/comment! Cheers! I do not consent to my work being reposted/translated on any platform.

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Steve was running late again. You try not to chew your nails off in frustration but he’s definitely testing you. This is the third time in the last two weeks that he’s late to meet you. When he hasn’t been late he’s cancelled all together. Always with a half-ass apology of ‘Bucky needs me’. As if.

You’ve been friends with Steve since your freshman year creative writing class when the only open seat was next to him. Ever since that first day you two had been close. But not as close as him and Bucky. Childhood friends attending university together, thicker than thieves.

You always felt like Bucky was maybe a little jealous of the friendship you and Steve have. Maybe you’re a little jealous too but you’re almost positive Bucky is more jealous of you than you are of him but that’s beside the point. On top of his jealousy Bucky was just annoying. He had a girlfriend but he was always flirting with every girl he met, yourself included. Not to mention he was cocky as all hell.

Steve vouches for his character, swears that it’s all an act and he’s actually very sensitive underneath but you don’t buy it for a second. If you were his girlfriend you’d have dumped him a long time ago.

You don’t have time to dwell on your annoyance too much because Steve is rushing through the doors of the coffee shop. He looks around for you and when he finally finds you the look on his face is relieved. As he gets closer it’s clear that he’d been running to get to you in time. He’s sweaty and a little out of breath and if you weren’t so annoyed with him you’d have found it endearing that he ran here.

“There you are,” he huffs out, “I’m so sorry, I was with Bucky and I lost track of time.”

You purse your lips and hand him a napkin which he takes with a gracious nod before wiping the sweat from his brow. You hand him the iced coffee you’d ordered for him too. The ice is slightly melted from sitting there but he looks so refreshed to be drinking it.

“Figures” is all you say with a huff. If he hadn’t been doing it so often you would’ve been a little kinder about it but you were just irked.

“Seriously, I’m sorry. Nat just dumped him, he's been having a hard time” Steve explained.

“Is it because he flirts with anything that moves?” You scoff.

Steve scoffs in return “He does not! He’s just… outgoing. But no, they had their own problems.” You raise one eyebrow at him. “Okay the flirting had something to do with it but there’s a lot going on there.”

“Whatever, let’s just study for this exam while we can”.

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You and Steve spent the next two hours cramming for your midterm together. Things were going well and you’d nearly forgotten that you were mad at Steve in the first place. Nearly.

You were so deep into your notecards that you didn’t hear the door open behind you. A voice that could grate on only your nerves. A voice that if it didn’t belong to such a bastard, might even be kinda sexy. The voice breaks your focus completely when it calls out.

“Hey, Steve, are you done already or what? Oh hey, what’s up, beautiful?”

You set your notecards down on the table maybe a little harder than you should. You shoot Steve a glare because you thought it would just be the two of you. Really? You cut in before Steve can answer his friend.

“No, Bucky, he’s not. Can we help you?”

He smirks, giving you his full attention. He knows he has you now, knows you took the bait and he’s goaded you to the point of backtalk. He pulls up a chair to the table and wedges himself tightly between you and Steve. The sound of the chair legs scraping the floor as he scoots closer to you rings in your ears and makes you cringe. You look at Steve again only to find him avoiding your gaze.

“Well, sweetheart, me and Stevie boy here have plans later. Gonna do some gaming and order a pizza, really embracing the bachelor lifestyle.” He raised his eyebrows at this and you just rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, I heard Nat dumped your ass, actually, is that true?” You asked with a fake sweetness.

“Why, you interested?” He rebuffed.

You bristled at his quick response and muttered your annoyance under your breath. You chose not to respond. Instead you decided to address Steve.

“Steve, I didn’t realize that you had plans”

“Oh… yeah, loose plans…” He answered distractedly while pretending to be reading a text on his phone.

You decide to call it a day. You were getting seriously fed up with Steve’s passive behavior in all of this. Thankfully you didn’t have much to pack up, so once you slung your backpack over your shoulder you looked up at the pair to bid them goodnight.

“Well, Steve, this was… enlightening. Bucky, eat it. Goodnight fellas, have fun with your ‘bachelor lifestyle’” You said with air quotes. Turning on your heel you left before either could respond.

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You had left the coffee shop that evening pretty upset with Steve. Of course it’s fine for him to have other friends but lately it was like he only cared about Bucky and all of your plans took a backseat to theirs. You decided you weren’t going to be the one to text Steve first, since he was being a bad friend. He could be the one to initiate plans.

He did just that when he caught you in the hallway after your midterm a week later. He jogged up to you once again and tugged on your sleeve to get you to stop.

“Hey, how do you think you did? Bet those notecards paid off, right?” He half-joked. He looked sheepish. Nervous almost. You figured it was because of what happened last time you met.

“Yeah, Jesus Christ! I’ve never been so grateful for little pieces of paper.” You scoffed. You decided to keep it light between you. You were still upset with him but his tone leads you to believe he was gonna apologize.

“Right?” He laughs nervously, “So listen, I know I’ve been kind of a jerk lately… Maybe we could get something to eat at Nick’s?”

Nick’s was the local greasy spoon on campus and they had the best breakfast food you’d ever had. You eyed him suspiciously but accepted.

“Alright, but you’re buying. And there better not be any visitors!” You add as you bound down the hall ahead of him. He knows you mean Bucky and he’s not worried because Bucky won’t be showing up today. He’s more nervous about what he has to ask you.

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You’re sipping on pop as you play with your straw wrapper. You look up at Steve and notice he’s fidgeting a lot more than usual.

“What’s up? Why are you so twitchy?” You question him.

“Me? I’m not twitchy! I was just thinking that’s all” He quickly defends himself.

“Well that was the last midterm of the semester for both of us, I think it’s safe to say you can relax.”

“Yeah, guess you’re right.” Steve concedes quietly.

You and Steve eat in near silence, neither of you mind though because it’s comfortable. You worked on your hashbrowns when you looked up and noticed that Steve had barely touched his food. He was still fidgety, he looked nervous.

“Hey, you’ve hardly eaten anything, what’s the matter?”

He looks a little embarrassed, like he’s been caught. Or like he’s about to come clean about something.

“Look, I wanted to say sorry I know I haven’t been the best friend lately with everything going on with Bucky. He really is having a hard time since the breakup y’know… he’s lonely”

“Right” You laughed, “I’m sure he’s soo lonely.” You rolled your eyes and picked up your fork.

“No really, he just needed a friend to be there. I think he does need to get back out there though.”

“With how smooth he thinks he is, I'm sure he’ll have a date by the end of the night. I wouldn’t worry about it, Stevie.” You responded.

“I’m serious! As much of a player as he comes off he needs to be with someone he already knows. He’s actually really sensitive.” You interrupted with another laugh. There were many choice words you’d use to describe Bucky Barnes but ‘sensitive’ is not one of them.

“But anyway, I was...kinda hoping you’d do me a favor…” Steve trails off.

Based on the conversation you just had you’re cautious. You eye him warily but motion for him to continue.

“Well, like I said Buck’s having a hard time and he needs to get back out there but he doesn’t feel comfortable hooking up with a stranger. I was thinking maybe.. You guys should hang out?”

Steve refused to look at you as he finished the question. The look on your face was a look of confusion and shock.

“Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. Do I look like Mother Theresa?” you asked in disbelief. “I mean seriously, I’m nice but not that nice.”

“Look-”

“No!” You cut him off, “You know I can’t stand that prick. Also why would I want to put myself on the long list of women he’s probably tried to fuck? I don’t buy this whole ‘sensitive’ thing for a minute.”

“I’m serious, Nat kinda crushed his heart when she left. He acts cocky but it’s a front. I just think he needs to see someone to get it out of his system. You’ve got more in common than you think. Just hang out with him once. Don’t think of it like a date, just a really really big favor. Please?” Steve begged.

You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. “You. Owe. Me. So. Much”

“Really?” He asked hopefully.

“Really. But I’m not gonna bang him. Hard no on that” you said.

“Yeah, yeah of course! No problem! I’ll give Bucky your number!” He reached across the table and grabbed your hand. His hands were kidna clammy but you let him.

“Seriously, thank you. I know you think he’s some jerk but I promise he’s a good guy.” Steve adds, “A-and don’t think of it as like a date, even, y'know? I think honestly he could just use another friend. Think of how good it could be if we could all hang together some time?”

You shook your head and chuckled at his optimism while you stabbed another bite of your meal.

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‘What’s up, sweetface?’ Gross.

‘Okay, sorry. Hi, how are you?’ Better.

‘I’m alright, you?’

‘Good. Steve tells me you’re a huge trivia nerd. Wanna go to Sally’s tn?’

‘It’s a date’ Shit. Didn’t mean to say that. Fuck. Quick- say something that will deflect before he responds!

‘And since it’s a date you’re paying’ That’ll have to do.

‘Ugh fine. Here’s hoping you’re a cheap date at least. I’ll meet you there at 9’

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What do you wear for a date with someone that you despise? It’s just bar trivia so it’s nothing special but somehow the jeans and flannel you’ve been wearing all day don’t feel like they make the cut. You rip your closet apart trying to find something before you settle on black skinny jeans and your favorite sweater with some boots. Casual but not too casual.

You spend the whole walk there dreading the night ahead of you. Knowing that you wouldn’t even have Steve as a buffer between you made the whole evening seem daunting. At least you had trivia to distract you. You decide to give Bucky the benefit of the doubt tonight for Steve’s sake. You try to remember Steve’s insistence that Bucky’s a good guy and you have a lot in common. We’ll see about that.

When you arrive at the bar you find Bucky already waiting for you at a high-top table with two PBRs and a shot of brown liquid. Please don’t let that be whiskey. He sees you coming and smiles that damn-his-good-looks smile at you while patting the open chair next to him. The closer you get you even see that he got the whiteboard already for trivia.

“Please tell me that’s not Jameson or Fireball” you greet him.

He laughs a little and shakes his head. “Better - it’s Jack. Sorry, doll, but I already opened the tab. This is what we’re drinking” He nudges one of the shots closer to you and motions for you to pick it up. “Come on, we gotta start the night off right, bottoms up!”

Before you can gag at the thought of drinking whiskey you grab the glass and face him. You both knock your shots on the table before clinking them together and swallowing them in one go. You grimace at the taste and feel the warmth flow all the way down your throat. You quickly take a sip of your beer to rid yourself of the taste.

“Aww, you’re cute when you’re grossed out.” Bucky coos at you.

You’re embarrassed and annoyed but it goes away quickly.

“Shut up, Barnes”

You give him a light shove and he pretends like he’s about to fall off his stool, making you laugh. For someone that’s only ever annoyed you he’s doing a pretty bang-up job of being likeable when it’s just the two of you.

“You ready for me to carry you through some trivia?” You joked.

“Hey, now! I know...stuff” he concluded.

“Mmhmmm, I’m sure you do. Don’t worry, I’ll answer the questions and you just sit there and look pretty” you reach over to pat his face lightly with a wink.

Bucky grumbles before taking another sip of his beer.

You settle in for a long night when the host announces the first round is starting.

____

You managed to steal the first round without breaking a sweat, second round was a little rocky until it came down to you and one other couple. You knew the third round would be tricky but the way Bucky was cheering you on you were determined. To no one’s surprise Bucky had been completely useless so far but to his credit he was trying. At least he was a supportive teammate.

Things were going well until the third round was announced: Old School Videogames. You didn’t know shit about old school videogames. Or regular videogames. The extent of your video game knowledge started and ended with Mario Kart.

When the third round was announced though Bucky hit the table in excitement and cheered.

“Woo! Fuck yeah!” He pats you on the shoulder, “I got this, don’t worry. I so fuckin’ got this!”

He was a few drinks deep but he was so confident and he was your only hope so you went with it. He looked like a little kid the way he was practically giddy.

“You had better! There’s some serious prize money riding on this round.” You said in warning.

“No, no. You don’t understand that I’ve GOT this. Your turn to look pretty, not that it’s gonna be all that hard for you, sweetface” Bucky grinned at you over his beer as he took another sip.

Your cheeks felt heated and you tried your best to hide it by taking another drink yourself. Bucky’s flirting has never worked until now. Must be the alcohol.

“Shut up, Barnes” you mumble.

“Y’keep saying that but what I really think you mean is ‘I love you, Bucky you’re so strong and handsome~’” He imitated in a high pitched feminine voice.

You shoved him for real and before you could say anything else the third round was starting.

____

Bucky wasn’t kidding when he said he had this. He had won the round in a clean sweep and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t impressed. Who knew this man harbored so much videogame trivia? When the host handed you the prize money he just waggled his eyebrows as if to say See?

“I gotta hand it to you, Barnes, I had no idea you had that much videgame wisdom rolling around up there. The only videogame I ever play is Mariokart so I’d be toast without you.”

“Mariokart? That’s it?? No problem, doll. It was nice to contribute.” He chuckles at that.

You divvied the money up and handed him his half.

“Guess I’m not such a cheap date afterall, huh?”

He chuckled as he took his half from you.

“I’m gonna go pay the tab with our winnings, I’ll be back”

You picked up your phone while you waited for him to find some missed texts from Steve.

‘How’s it going?’ ‘Are you guys doing okay?’ ‘I haven’t heard anything so I’m assuming you haven’t killed each other. Have fun, text if you need a ride home.’

You almost rolled your eyes at Steve’s insistence but found yourself smiling instead. You’d text him back when you got home.

Bucky was walking up to you once more and you smiled at him slightly.

“You said you’re good at Mariokart?”

“I didn’t say I was good at Mariokart, I said that I played it. Why?”

“Well I was thinkin’ maybe we could go back to mine and I could whoop your butt”

You weren’t going to say yes but now he was goading you and you took the bait without hesitation.

“Oh, you’re on, Barnes. You’re so, so on.”

His smile grew wider when he heard your response. With that he placed his hand on your lower back and ushered you out of the bar.

____

You played two tournament cups worth of Mariokart and Bucky had indeed whooped your butt. You don’t know why you were surprised, with how much gaming he and Steve do it’s no surprise he’s a natural. You still had fun though. Just when you were about to propose a third round Bucky got up and headed to the kitchen without a word.

He came back with two glasses of water and handed you one. He sat down on the floor next to you and you set down your controller.

“Here, drink up.”

You were taken aback a bit by the kind gesture but accepted the glass just the same.

“Thank you, I might regret saying this but, you’re not so bad when you’re not being insufferable, Barnes”. You told him

He smiled and shook his head as he drank his water.

“Thanks, I guess”

“How come you can’t be like this all the time? When it’s just the two of us you’re so kind and you’re even… I don’t know, funny maybe. Why do you get all cocky whenever else I see you?”

He looked down into his glass at your comment and you watched his brows crease in thought.

“I don’t know, it just sort of… happens, whenever I’m around other people I don’t know that well. I don’t mean to be a dick or anything but it’s like I can’t help myself. People expect me to be a certain way and I can’t help but fall into it sometimes. Nat hated that about me, it’s part of the reason why she dumped me, actually”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that. And I’m sorry about the breakup, too. I know you guys were together for a while.” Bucky only shrugged at this and downed the rest of his water.

“It is what it is. I’m ready to be over it, I’m getting there slowly but surely. I gotta say, you’re not so bad either when you’re not getting all defensive and in my face. You’re actually pretty funny”

Your turn to become flustered at a personal analysis.

“Thanks, I guess I don’t mean to be so defensive either, it's just my response to most other people. I feel myself slip into it and it can’t be helped.” You explained.

Bucky nods at you, not knowing entirely what to say in response.

“I like spending time with you” He says leaning closer to you.

You swallow thickly, not sure what to make of what you feel knowing his face is so close to yours.

“I… like spending time with you too. You’re not what I thought.”

“Me neither,” he shakes his head, “You’re something else.”

With that he leans his head closer to yours and you feel yourself close your eyes and move your lips to slant perfectly into his. You’re kissing Bucky Barnes. The Bucky Barnes you can’t stand. That Bucky Barnes. You’ve decided that his tongue feels too good in your mouth to care now.

His hands come to frame your face and bring you in closer. His hands are warm and calloused but they feel like comfort. You can’t help but to melt. You moan into his mouth and it seems to spur him on. He pulls you into his lap and you let out a noise of surprise that’s muffled by his mouth on yours.

Your hands come to caress his sides and you take your time feeling every muscle and ridge. Your hands idly make their way under the hem of his shirt and his skin is just as smooth as you’d expect. He sighs into your mouth and it takes all of your strength not to fall apart right there. You feel yourself getting lightheaded and have to pull away for air. When you do you rest your forehead against his and the only sound is both of your breathing.

You finally brave a look at him and he has the softest smile on his lips.

“Sorry, doll, didn’t mean to get so carried away but I’ve been waiting for a long time to do that.”

This catches you off guard.

“You have? Wait, did you like me? But you flirt with everyone!” You explain.

“With you, I flirt with you. You just can’t stand me” he laughs out, “Nat dumped me for a couple reasons but that’s one of them she told me I needed to get my priorities straight and I gotta say, I’m thankin’ her for sayin’ it ‘cause she was right.”

You don’t know what to say or what to make of any of this. All you know is that you want to kiss him again, so you do. You grab him by the collar and pull him into you again. He lets out a startled noise but kisses you back all the same.

You don’t care what you used to think of Bucky Barnes and you don’t care about what’ll happen after today. Right now all you care about is feeling him in sync with you for the first time. You could live in this moment forever but right now will have to do.

#quotemeonit6kchallenge #bucky barnes x reader #college AU #college!bucky x reader #marvel au #marvel fic #marvel one shot #bucky barnes imagine #enemies to lovers

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kiss me ! part 2

“hawaii!” niki yells, throwing as fist in the air as he enters the van “riki, it’s 3am in the morning, please shut up” jay retorts, going back to sleep as he leans on the window

as if it was almost planned, you and jake sat beside each other at the furthest seat. it was complicated, you didn’t know if you were comfortable or not, you felt tense, afraid of jake’s teasing if you touch him even the slightest. yet you also didn’t want to leave your seat.

you let out a huff, trying to find a position where you could comfortably sleep in. you were spooked at the sudden hand that leans your head on their shoulders “you can sleep on my shoulders, it’s alright” jake chuckles, already drifting to sleep the second after he did that “thanks” you mumble, easing into his warmth.

you laugh a little at his aching figure “this is funny to you? after i’ve been so kind to let you sleep on my shoulder?” he pouts “i deserve a long massage during our flight” he jokes, continuing to carry your bags.

dumbfounded by the fact that you stayed with him, giving him a glance filled with guilt “y/n seriously, i’m fine. it’ll go away sooner or later” he reassures you, his heart exploding at the sight of you with glimmering eyes, feeling the guilt you expressed them with.

“what do you wanna eat for breakfast?” you mumble, taking the luggage cart from his grasp. he laughs at your attempt to make him feel better “sorry? didnt quite hear that well” he teases, making you give him a glare, almost forgetting that he was ‘injured’ you raise your hand to almost give him a punch “good thing you’re hurting or i would’ve punched your ass back to australia” you roll your eyes “you heard what i said!” eyebrows frowning as you look away “alright alright, i’m fine with coffee really—” he lets out a breathy chuckle, dragging his feet as he follows you around “—nonsense! breakfast is important. don’t give me that type of bullshit sim” you cut him off, stopping by a little restaurant as you tell the other members to go ahead “im getting you pancakes. better finish it or you’re not living to see another day”

he laughs “this is quite a unique way to care for someone don’t you think” you roll your eyes "eat the damn pancakes sim jaeyun"

"yas ma'am"

after everyone had met up, you all started finding your seats. you were bewildered, somehow, because now you found yourself wanting to switch seats with sunghoon for obvious reasons. but of course, you --again, didn't have the guts to do so.

a few hours into the flight and a few glances from jake here and there, you received a message

jake :):

hey pretty girl, do me a favour and go to the washroom behind you

you:

and why exactly?

jake :):

no questions asked. i just miss you ;)

you swore you wanted to jump off the plane. pretty girl?! he misses me?!. you feel the heat creeping up in your face as you asked jungwon "hey, could you get up of a sec. i gotta go to the washroom" you whisper, mumbling a small 'thank you' before you walked to the washroom.

you felt a hand pull you "hey" he giggles, arms wrapped around your waist "you scared me! i thought i was getting abducted" you slap his shoulder. although you would be lying if you said you didn't want to just grab him and kiss him right at this moment.

he looked so good with his button up shirt, showing off his collar bones, neck wearing the beaded necklace you made for him during the summer and your birthstone necklace. his hair was messy, and you couldn't deny how hot he looked with his glasses on.

"you should consider buttoning up" you hesitantly say, looking anywhere but his eyes. of course he catches on to your intentions, but he felt like pissing you off "why? i'm showing off your necklace" he giggles "i even bought your birthstone" he grabs the necklace with his thumb, making you roll your eyes as you cross your arms, making sim jaeyun giggle.

he places his hand under your chin, finally letting you looking at him "switch seats with sunghoon please. i don't think i like the sight of you sleeping on jungwon's shoulders" now it was your time to piss him off.

"why?" you pout, "his shoulders are so comfortable, and we don't want your shoulders aching again now do we?" you give him a slight smile, well it wasn't like you weren't planning to switch with sunghoon way before the flight even started anyway.

jake rolls his eyes "that leaves you no choice--"

"can y'all hurry up? i'll switch with you y/n gosh! just let me pee!" sunghoon bangs on the door, making jake laugh "well that was easy"

oh how you regret changing seats.

because now you get to fully witness the flight attendants obviously flirting with him.

"good morning sir" she annoyingly giggles, biting her lip as she leans in way too close. jake leans back, letting out a small laugh out of politeness "hi, yeah i'd like..." he orders his food while you glare at the girl who's been displeasingly close to him "what can i get for you ma'am?"

"oh my girlfriend would like the same thing" jake interrupts, giving you a sly wink after placing his hand on top of yours. you let out a small scoff after seeing the disappointed look on the girl as she hands you the food. your skips a beat. girlfriend? you thought

now he was starting to piss you off. he was doing everything but ask you out. and with every ounce of pride you had in your soul, you hated to admit that you were starting to get really impatient. were you not obvious about your feelings? was the handmade necklace and the concern you have for him not obvious enough?

"ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Hawaii" the pilot announces, after you got your hand carry, you didn't even bother waiting for jake. immediately walking out of the plane, causing him to tilt his head out of confusion.

he didn't get a chance to talk to you, i mean, how could he when you would immediately start walking away from him whenever he tried to walk towards you.

as you sat beside jay in the tour bus, he gives you a weird look "why are you here" you give him a lost look "can i not...?" that's when he knew something happened between you and jake "y/n if this is because of jake--" you place your hand on his mouth, leaning way too close. but luck wasn't on your side today, because jake saw.

"shut up please! and yes! it is about him. so please spare me and let me sit here for the meantime" jay chuckles, "jake's going to kill me for this" he mumbles, leaning back to the chair "what?"

"nothing" he gives you a grin

after you guys arrived to jay's beach house you immediately grab your bag before jake could help you

"alright riki and sunoo are sharing a room, jungwon and heeseung are sharing, and...." jay looks at you, sunghoon and jake, not knowing what to do "you three figure it out. i'm just letting you know one gets to have their own room" jay starts to head to his own room, shrugging his shoulders as he walks past you with widened eyes.

"we already know what's about to happen. i'm getting my own room-"

"no!" you yell

"yes!" jake yells in unison,

"well......" sunghoon stood there, waiting for the both of you to talk "well, i just think i should get the room since you know-- i'm a girl and-- you and jake are best friends so you should be roommates" you explain, giving sunghoon an awkward smile "yeah sure whatever- ow!" jake hits sunghoon in the arm "you idiot! take the goddamn room!" jake grits through his teeth "you know what y/n! i change my mind. i uh, i think im going to take the room"

"why?!" you whisper with a harsh tone. poor sunghoon "IM GOING TO JERK OFF OR SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW" he yells, although he regrets it after the maids give him a weird look "ayo what?" heeseung peaks through the door "nothing! i didn't mean that. just --ugh! i'm heading out" he grabs his luggage, stomping through the hallways as he walks to the room. leaving you with jake.

you were about to have a mental breakdown "jay! you're seriously not helping me at all!" you give him a shove "ow! you need to control your strength sometimes! and i'm sorry okay? i just panicked, and i think you and jake being roommates wouldn't be a mistake. it's better to fix your problems instead of just sweeping it under the rug. you can't avoid him forever y/n" he was right. and you knew that. but you couldn't bring yourself to tell jake what was bothering you. even the thought of it was embarrassing, because what if he wasn't even intending to date you at all?

you walk back to the room, hesitating whether you should open it or not. but after hearing no noise, you open the door "AH OH MY GOD SORRY--" there you saw a shirtless jake, hair wet and his glasses having a few drops of water from his hair. he grabs your hand before you could walk out again "y/n, please talk to me" he places his hands on both sides of your shoulders "did i do something wrong? whatever it is, i'm really sorry" he panics, slightly pouting at the silent treatment you gave him "jake i-"

"dinners ready!" riki barges in, freezing at the sight of you two "oh- hey! riki, let's go!" you grab his arm, walking towards the dining room "please don't mention it" you whisper, sitting in between riki and jay.

jake later follows, now in his grey shirt and the checkered pajamas he wore earlier, he gives you a small smile before sitting next to heeseung.

"so, sunghoon. did you have fun?" heeseung teases

"shut up!"

"this wasn't going as planned anymore!" jake groans, he was currently in jay's room, ranting his frustrations out while jay listened. when jake had heard about the trip to hawaii, he originally planned to confess when you guys went to the party, it's not like the party had already happened, but it was already tomorrow "i already apologized, yet she still wouldn't speak"

"do you even know why she's mad?" jay asked, leaning on the bad with his arms as he watched jake pacing around his room "...no?"

"jake sim you idiot"

it was 1 am in the morning and you finally finished playing games with riki and heeseung. you were hesitating to open the door once again. afraid of letting the incident happen once more. you knock lightly, hoping that he was there and you could finally make up

but before you could open the door, jake already opened it. immediately embracing you "please talk to me" he whispers gently in your ear. you couldn't help but burst out crying, causing him to panic, he caresses your hair "let's go for a walk yeah?" he grabs your wrist, his touch so gentle as if you were fragile.

he wipes your tears as you walk along the shore "i missed you. you know?" he holds your hand as you both drag your feet along the sand. you hit him on his shoulder "ow!"

"that's what you get!" you sniffle, looking at the reflection of the moon on the sea "what did i do?" he chuckles, searching for your eyes. he tilts his head when you don't respond "hello?"

"cause! you always flirt with me, calling me your girlfriend and hugging me! i hate it! i hate it because my heart always skips a beat every time and i always expect you to ask me out soon yet you never do!" you yell, your skin was glowing under the moonlight. jake was in awe the moment he saw your glistening eyes that had tears threatening to fall.

he had the sudden urge to kiss you and tell you how he felt.

and he did. because jake was a man who never doubted his feelings when it came to you.

he pulls you by the waist, causing you to let out a yelp. his lips touches yours, and it stayed like that for a while, to make up for the moments he wasted without you this whole vacation. you wrap your hands around his neck, playing with his hair

"can i be your boyfriend?" he cheekily says, his smile making you smile as well "suck my ass. sim jaeyun. yes, i'd love for you to be my boyfriend"

"i'd gladly suck your a--"

"sim jaeyun!"

[bonus bcs i haven't posted in a while]

it was the morning of the party, you were in jake's arms "finally you're awake! good morning!" he excitedly says, peppering you with kisses "the guys are in the pool so get changed" he informs you, smacking your ass as soon as you got up "getting too comfortable for our first day aren't we?" you tilt your head, giving him a smirk "can't help it" he send a wink your way.

as soon as you got out in your swimsuit, jake's mouth drops "do a little turn for me" he smirks, twirling you around as he hypes you up "holy shit! i'm so lucky aren't i" he checks you out, earning a smack from you "ow! alright but i'm not letting them check you out like that! wear my shirt"

(he didn't let you go from the jacuzzi after heeseung hyped you up lol)

[party]

you told jake to go ahead, wanting to surprise him with the dress you bought.

after arriving to the party jake almost dropped the drink he had in his hand after he saw you. he was smiling so hard when the little girl put a Lei (flower neck lace) on you. he felt so proud when the other men at the party look at you giving him a hug

"that's right, she's mine" he thought

after you walked to wards him he grabs you by the waist "you look so pretty in red" he says, hugging you tightly "is that so?" you ask, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips, making him all giddy

part 1

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HI GUYS :D. i will be posting the visuals for this fic so pls wait :)

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atlabeth · 3 years

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everything happens for a reason part 11 - zuko x fem!reader

Memories, where'd you go?

part 10 | masterlist | part 12

a/n: alternative name for this fic: y/n gets a crush on every pretty girl she meets. yue, katara, and now suki. she can't help it (and she questions why they're all connected to sokka in some way lmaoo)

anyways, this is kind of filler but it establishes some more with relationships and finallyyy gets us into ba sing se at the end. i know it's a lil annoying because there's a lot of episode-to-text writing, but i promise it'll get more freeform as it goes on

also i know that i just posted something yesterday but i have literally zero patience. like i cant hold chapters i have to post them as soon as i write them loll

wc: 5.3k

warning(s): some feels over zuko as per usual, but overall a pretty tame chapter

chapter title comes from memories by panic! at the disco!

Zuko could barely sleep anymore.

He didn’t know when his life became so complicated, but he wasn’t a fan of it.

Back when it was just him, his crew, and the open sea — it was simple. He had a job, a straightforward mission. Find the Avatar, capture him, return home to the Fire Nation and regain his honor.

Now, the waters were more muddied than ever. Now on the run from the Fire Nation just like the boy he was chasing, all he really felt nowadays was anger.

Angry at the world for setting him on this path, angry at the Avatar for refusing to see what was necessary, his sister and her friends for turning against him, angry at the waterbender for making things so damn hard.

He didn’t want to hurt her. A part of him wished that she had never come back into his life, if it meant he wouldn’t have to constantly be fighting against her. He hated himself for the thought, but maybe it would have been easier for her to remain a memory of a lover than his active enemy.

Late at night, when he was reaching fruitlessly for sleep that would never come, he saw her face. The carefree energy from their childhood morphed into the shock and disappointment from both the North and their fight with Azula, and…

It made him wonder what in Agni had happened to them.

He—

He didn’t know. The way he felt about her, it was different than anything he had experienced before. Zuko didn’t know what it was, but he understood that it was special. And now… it felt like he had just thrown it all away.

Zuko couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened with her in that town — what he had done to her.

He had burned her to try and get to the Avatar, and he hadn’t even allowed a glance back at the damage he had done. He had heard her cry out in pain, pain he had caused, and he didn’t even look back.

What had happened to them? What had happened to him?

He kept telling himself that the mission was the only thing that mattered. And it was, wasn’t it? Capture the Avatar, regain his honor, get his old life back and finally be enough for his father. He didn’t have time for friends, or for these feelings he had, or— or for anything but capturing the Avatar. Because the Avatar was the key to everything, to his honor, and that was all that mattered.

But now…

Now, he didn’t know what he was supposed to do. He didn’t know what was right, or what was wrong, or what path was the one he had to take.

Zuko just wished things could be like they used to be.

~~~~~~~~~~

She didn’t really know when everything had become a mess again.

It all started out fine, like it usually did. Toph had become fully integrated into the group, any past squabbles put to rest in the name of a stronger friendship emerging between all five of them. Katara continued to work on Aang’s waterbending (oftentimes Y/N joining them in their sessions) while Toph slowly but steadily beat earthbending into him — literally.

They had all been working hard for so long that, by decree of Aang, it was ‘vacation time’. They would all get to pick out places they wanted to spend as a break, and after it was over they would get back to work.

Aang had chosen some sort of field with musical groundhogs, and Y/N had opted to revisit an Earth Kingdom village that she had passed through on her journey to the North. Sokka had complained the whole time about how they were ‘wasting valuable planning time’, but had finally conceded after the promise of ‘all the planning his heart could desire’ from Katara after their mini-vacations were over.

Y/N was actually feeling somewhat relaxed for once, but she had forgotten the golden rule — never let your guard down. Everytime she let her guard down, something bad happened without fail. So it shouldn’t have been any surprise with what happened in the desert.

Because after one trip to the Misty Palms Oasis and a journey into the desert with a professor to a long lost library, Appa had been taken by desert raiders.

It was… less than favourable. During their escape from the library, Professor Zei had insisted on staying behind, and now the five of them were stuck in the middle of the desert with no way out and zero guidance. Add some brewing tensions between Aang and Toph because of her being there when Appa was taken, and they had a recipe for a huge disaster.

And a disaster they had. Multiple disasters, actually.

There was only so much she and Katara could do to hold the group together, but by some miracle, they made it out of the desert with only one Avatar State mishap.

(And an incident with cactus juice, but… she didn’t really want to talk about that.)

....at least they had the information about the Eclipse. That was about the only thing keeping her together at the moment.

They had to get the information to the Earth King so they could formulate an attack with his warriors, but without Appa, they had to resort to more traditional methods of travel. Add in one passport problem, and that was how Y/N found herself braving the Serpent’s Pass alongside a refugee family with a baby on the way.

It was… intimidating, to say the least. Despite being surrounded by her element, Y/N didn’t feel any safer from the challenge that faced them. She took a deep breath, trying to tamp down on her fear the way her mother had taught her, as she followed the group, but her thoughts were soon interrupted.

“Hey.” She turned to see who the voice belonged to and was greeted by the girl that had teased Sokka early — Suki, if she remembered correctly. “I haven’t seen you around; are you with the Avatar or that family?”

“I’m with Aang,” Y/N explained. “I’m from the North, and they offered me a spot with them after they helped us defend our tribe against the Fire Nation. I’ve been with them ever since.” Suki nodded as they settled into a comfortable stride.

“That’s cool. Are you a waterbender?”

She gestured to her waterskin and smiled. “Yeah. I’ve been training with Aang and Katara ever since I left.” Y/N then turned her gaze back to Suki, raising an inquisitive brow. “Your makeup — what’s it for? I heard you talking about the Kyoshi Warriors back there; is that some kind of thing with Avatar Kyoshi?”

Suki grinned, her every expression heightened by the sharp reds and blacks above her eyes. “We’re a group of all-female warriors that use the teachings of Avatar Kyoshi and her partner Rangi to defend our home and the place she founded, Kyoshi Island. I’m the leader of our village section.”

“Wow,” she murmured, her eyes falling to the ground for a moment before finding their way back up to the warrior. “That’s really cool. You’re really cool.”

She laughed and shrugged. “Thanks. I’ve been training as a warrior for almost my whole life, so it just comes naturally. I like being able to protect people, and there’s no better way to pay back my home for all it’s done for me like protecting the whole village.”

“Wow,” she repeated with a small laugh of her own. “That’s really brave. I gotta say, I’m kinda jealous — I would love to see what would happen if Master Pakku met you all. Katara literally had to beat the sexism out of him in order to train to be a master.”

Suki chuckled. “Sounds like what I had to do with Sokka. Guess it’s a thing with Water Tribe guys, huh?”

At the mention of Sokka, she internally laughed. There had to be some kind of connection between the two of them, the way their interests kept aligning. “Sokka… he’s had it hard. I can’t blame him that much for any kind of attitude he had before he met you. Pakku, on the other hand? He had to have had something better to do than fight teenage girls.”

“You would think so, right?” Suki agreed. “And Sokka… I know. He’s got a heart of gold underneath all that, he just needed a little push to get it out.” As Y/N glanced over at the girl, noticing a slight pink tint under the white makeup, she gasped.

“La’s fins, are you two a thing?” she exclaimed with a grin.

Suki flushed even harder as she suddenly became very interested in the ocean around her, but she couldn’t help the smile on her lips. “No! I mean— yes— but… but—” she stopped to gather her thoughts before making eye contact again with a sheepish smile. “We’re not… really a thing, but… I do like him a lot. I didn’t really think I was going to see him again after they left the island, so this is really nice.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” Y/N asked. “I can already tell that he cares about you — have you seen how careful he’s being with you?”

“Well—” Whatever kind of excuse Suki would’ve made up was interrupted by a rock falling out just under Than, one of the refugees they were with, saved in the nick of time with Toph’s earthbending.

“I’m okay!” he reassured, but no sooner had the words left his mouth before the Fire Nation ship in the distance started firing.

“They’ve spotted us!” Sokka yelled. “Let’s go, let’s go!”

Aang flicked his glider open and deflected the blast, and Katara grabbed Y/N’s hand as they all began to run. Another blast rocked the mountain, causing several boulders to fall just above Suki. Y/N didn’t even have time to shout out a warning before Sokka tackled her out of the way, but it was ultimately more of Toph’s quick earthbending that saved him.

“Suki, are you okay?” Sokka brushed dust and pebbles off of her uniform as he examined her, and once he was satisfied he grabbed her hand and helped her up. “You have to be more careful! Come on!”

As the two of them caught up to Y/N and Katara, she gave Suki a knowing look. The warrior only blushed once again and glanced away.

After hours of navigating the pass, they were only about halfway through. Sokka made the executive decision to set up camp for the night to give everyone time to rest, and then they would get up at the crack of dawn to finish their trip. It only took a few minutes for Y/N to get a fire going, and soon everyone had settled in with their sleeping bags. Sokka got up from his spot as Suki wandered closer to the edge, and Katara nudged Y/N with her shoulder.

“Hey. How are your hands doing?”

“They’re fine,” she answered with a small smile, flipping her hands over as proof. Where there were once red burn scars on her palms only tiny white marks remained — one benefit to healing via waterbending was that most injuries were able to fade away completely after enough sessions. Her burns weren’t very serious and she was able to heal them almost immediately, so both her and Katara were sure that the marks would be completely gone soon.

The mental scars wouldn’t fade as easily.

“That’s good. And you’re taking care of them, right? Like, you’re not beating up people while we’re not looking?”

Y/N grinned. “No. I think I’ll leave that to Toph.”

Katara chuckled and nodded, turning her hands over in a final examination before nodding. “Good,” she repeated. The silence between them, although comfortable, stretched out for a little too long before she spoke again, this time much quieter. “He did this to you.”

“Katara…”

“I know,” she said. “I know you probably don’t want to hear this from me, or really at all, but… I’m worried about you. Zuko isn’t good for you. Every time we’ve run into him, he’s hurt you. And you deserve so much more than that.”

“You don’t understand,” she countered. “You don’t know Zuko like I do. You weren’t there when I was. I know you think I’m insane for still believing in him, but I— I can’t let go of him, Katara. I know the Zuko I love is still in there somewhere, and I have to try and find it. For me and for him.”

Katara’s eyes were full of nothing but sympathy as she sighed — it was obvious she didn’t believe her words, but in true fashion she was still trying her best to be supportive.

“Okay. I don’t understand it, but… I don’t think I can change your mind.” Y/N chuckled sadly and nodded, Katara’s piercing gaze meeting her own once more. “It’s just… Why are you playing with fire when you know you’re going to get burned?”

And for once, Y/N didn’t have an answer for her friend.

~~~~~~~~~

The night went by quickly, which Y/N was thankful for. It meant that the nightmares didn’t last as long.

After a quick headcount to make sure no one had fallen off the pass overnight and an even quicker gathering of their things, they set off to finish their journey.

It went just as well as she had expected — a giant serpent, the namesake of the pass, had attacked them while crossing through an underwater section. Thankfully, she was able to aid Katara and Aang in defeating it with waterbending with no casualties

But in the wake of one disaster there was always another, and before Y/N knew it a baby had been born. She was mostly there for moral support — Katara had it all handled, and Y/N didn’t expect anything less.

But finally, they had made it across the pass, and they were so close to Ba Sing Se that she could almost smell the city air. Sadly, though, that meant it was time for them to part ways — Aang to find Appa, and Suki back to her warriors. After some sad but hopeful goodbyes with Aang, it was time to bid farewell to Suki.

“Are you sure you can’t travel a little longer with us?” Y/N questioned, apparently not above pleading to try and get the girl to stay. “You’re— you’re amazing, and we’d really love to have you with us.”

“I can’t even imagine what travelling with the Avatar would be like,” she smiled, causing Y/N to get her hopes up for just a moment before they fell back down. “But I can’t stay. I have to get back to the Kyoshi Warriors.”

Y/N sighed, her gaze falling slightly downcast. “I get that. I just really wish you could stay. Or that I could meet your warriors. You seriously don’t know how cool you are, Suki.”

“Well, if you’re ever in town on Kyoshi Island, find us. I’m sure we’ll be able to work something out and do you one better than just meeting them all,” she said with a grin. “I think it’d be pretty cool to have the first waterbending Kyoshi Warrior.”

Y/N was unable to prevent the heat rushing to her cheeks as she smiled shyly, once again averting eye contact. “That would be amazing. I’ll have to find my way back there after the war.”

Suki bumped shoulders with her, causing a startled laugh to spill from her lips. “We’d love to have you.”

“Wait, why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye to her?” Sokka questioned as he walked up to the two of them. Y/N winked at Suki and gestured at him with her head, walking off before Suki could protest to find Katara.

The conversation the two girls were sharing was an extremely thinly veiled excuse to eavesdrop on the lovebirds, and when they kissed Y/N actually had to hold back a scream.

Sokka deserved this. She knew how much he beat himself up over every little thing that went wrong, and it was about time he got to relax even for a moment. She only hoped that Suki would be in their corner of the world sooner rather than later.

What could she say? She was already fantasizing about life as a Kyoshi Warrior.

~~~~~~~~~

Although they had parted ways, they soon found themselves reunited with Aang to stop yet another Fire Nation threat.

“For the love of Kuruk,” Y/N murmured as she stared into the distance, her eyes wide at the sight of a large mechanical drill. “That was Ty Lee who just took down all those soldiers. And if she’s here, Mai and Azula are with her too. Guys, It’s one thing to stop this drill, it’s another thing to take those three down with it.”

“The question is, how do we do it?” Aang questioned.

“Why can nothing ever be easy?” Sokka lamented. His gaze remained trained on the drill for a moment before he realized theirs were on him. “Why are you all looking at me?”

“You’re the idea guy,” Aang said.

“Wait, so I’m the only one who can ever come up with a plan?” he protested. “That’s a lot of pressure!”

“And also the complaining guy,” Katara muttered, drawing a chuckle out from Y/N.

“Now that part I don’t mind,” Sokka admitted.

“Well, Sokka— you were a huge help in the North, and you figured out a way to defeat the Fire Nation during that eclipse at the library! Plus, there’s all that stuff that Katara told me you did before I joined.” She patted him on the back. “If anyone can figure out how to take that thing down, it’s you.”

He shrugged nonchalantly, his ego only slightly bolstered. “...okay. I think I can do it.”

“That’s the spirit!” she said with a smile.

Unfortunately, that smile faded as a young guard came running up to the wall. “Excuse me, Avatar and friends — I’ve heard that you’ve dealt with that… that pink girl down there before.” They nodded and he continued. “It would do us a great deal of help if you could come down and look at our injured soldiers, then.”

Y/N and Katara nodded in unison and started to follow the guard, the remaining three trailing after them. They ended up inside the wall, in what looked like an infirmary of sorts with all the cots and soldiers lying around, and the two waterbenders exchanged looks.

“You know what to do?” Katara asked.

Y/N hummed in acknowledgment, and they both knelt down next to separate cots. “This definitely looks like Ty Lee’s work,” she murmured as she bent water up from the pot and molded it over the man’s arm.

“What’s wrong with him?” the general questioned. “He doesn’t look injured.”

“His chi is blocked,” Katara explained. “Who did this to you?”

“Two girls ambushed us,” the soldier said, moving his arm as he regained feeling. “One of them hit me with a bunch of quick jabs and suddenly I couldn't earthbend anymore and I could barely move. Then she cartwheeled away.”

Katara sighed as she bent the water back into the pot. “You were right, Y/N. That was Ty Lee — she doesn’t look dangerous, but she knows the human body and its weak point. It’s like she takes you down from the inside.”

As if struck by lightning, Sokka lit up. “Oh, oh, oh! What you just said — that’s how we’re going to take down the drill; the same way Ty Lee took down all those earthbenders!”

“By hitting its pressure points!” Toph exclaimed with a grin.

The breakthrough brought a steely determination to Aang’s features as he looked out into the distance. “We’ll take it down from the inside.”

~~~~~~~~~

Like everything they did, it seemed so simple on paper. But now that she was actually inside the drill, it felt a lot more nerve wracking. Toph opted to stay outside where she could see and try to slow down the drill with the earth at her disposal, which left the four of them to somehow take it down from the inside.

Sokka led them through a hallway with a myriad of valves and pipes as he thought out loud. “I need a plan of this machine — some schematics that show what the inside looks like. Then we can find its weak points.”

“Where are we gonna get something like that?” Aang asked.

Sokka thought for a moment before he took his machete out and hacked a valve off a pipe. Y/N instinctively took a step back and shielded her face from the hot steam. “What are you doing?” she cried. “Someone’s gonna hear us!”

“That’s the point!” he exclaimed. “A machine this big needs engineers to run it, and when something breaks—”

“Someone will come down to fix it!” Katara finished with a smile at Aang, a sentiment the boy returned happily.

It was surprisingly easy to take down the engineer once he arrived — with a little bit of frozen mist on Katara’s end, they had the plans they needed. Sokka’s expertise combined with the blueprints got them to the beginning of the outer shell.

“Wow,” Sokka muttered. “It looks a lot thicker than it does in the plans. We’re gonna have to work pretty hard to cut through that.”

Katara crossed her arms. “What’s this ‘we’ stuff? The three of us are gonna have to do all the work.”

“Look, I’m the plan guy!” Sokka explained with a gesture to himself. “You three are the ‘cut up stuff with waterbending’ guys. Together, we’re Team Avatar!”

Katara and Aang looked wholly unamused while Y/N chuckled. “Team Avatar. I like it.”

“Thank you,” he smiled. “At least someone appreciates my genius.”

“Tui’s gills, why do you have to keep boosting his ego?” Katara complained. “Let’s just get this done before it gets worse.”

The three of them got in position — Katara and Aang on opposite sides so they could pass the stream of water between them, and Y/N making the point of the triangle to work on the other side on her own. They were hoping it would be more efficient being able to cut through both sides at the same time, but it was proving to be much more difficult than they had imagined — halfway through the three of them were already exhausted.

By some feat of strength they were able to completely cut through the brace, but their hard work didn’t pay off in quite the way they had imagined — when the beam only shifted a few inches she groaned.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” she breathed as she wiped sweat off of her forehead.

“At this rate,” Katara paused to inhale deeply, “we won’t do enough damage before the drill reaches the wall.”

“I don’t know how many more of those I have in me,” Aang said sadly.

A large creak suddenly rang throughout the large chamber, and they all looked up for the source.

“Did you hear that?” Sokka asked, already backing up to make an exit. “We took it down! We gotta get out of here, fast!”

Just as they reached the door on the other side, a crackle followed by the sound of a man’s voice dashed their hopes. “Congratulations, crew. The drill has made contact with the wall of Ba Sing Se. Start the countdown to victory!”

A collective silence hung in the air between them, the threat now even more imminent as their situation sunk in. Mai and Ty Lee had proven effective in taking down any Earth Kingdom threat posed at them, and despite Toph’s skill they knew she couldn’t take down something like this on their own.

They either had to figure out a way to destroy this drill, or the Fire Nation was going to make it into the city.

Sokka ran back over to the brace and pushed against it, putting all his strength into the feat but to no avail. “Come…. on! Move!”

Katara started pacing around in a small circle, crossing her arms again as she tried to think of something. “This is bad. This is really bad.”

“Sokka, that’s not going to work!” Y/N didn’t mean to snap, but the grinding of metal on metal combined with her nervousness got to her. She sighed and ran her hand over her face. “I— I’m sorry. But it’s still not going to work.”

He groaned as he leaned against the brace. “We’re putting everything we have into busting these things, but it’s taking too long!”

Suddenly, Aang jumped up from the ground with stars in his eyes. “Maybe we don’t need to cut all the way through! Toph — she’s been teaching me that you shouldn’t put a hundred percent of your energy in any one strike. Sokka, get in a fighting stance.”

Sokka complied and as Aang talked through his points, he demonstrated it on Sokka. “You've got to be quick and accurate. Hit a series of points and break your opponent's stance. And when he's reeling back, you deliver the final blow. His own weight becomes his downfall, literally.”

As Sokka fell over from the attack, Katara lit up. “So we just need to weaken the braces instead of cutting all the way through—”

“—then I can go to the top of this thing and deliver the final blow!” Aang finished.

Y/N helped Sokka up from the ground, his spirits not dampened at all. “Then boom! This whole thing goes down!”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Y/N asked, flexing her fingers to refresh them for all the bending she was going to have to do. “Aang, Katara and I can handle the braces. Focus on getting up to the top before anyone sees you.”

He nodded and they all met each other with determined eyes. “Everyone inside that wall, the whole world — they’re all counting on us.”

“Here, take this. You need this more than I do. ” Katara took her waterskin off and handed it to Aang. “Good luck. And be careful.”

Y/N noticed a slight blush on her cheeks and she had to hold back her smile. That was definitely something she was going to tease her friend about later — when they weren’t trying to stop the Fire Nation from breaking into Ba Sing Se.

“I will,” he assured. Aang slung the strap of the waterskin around his shoulder and took off, and Y/N and Katara got to work breaking through the rest of the braces.

With the knowledge that they only had to cut through half of each column and the revitalization that came from having a plan, their work went by much quicker. Just when they finished the final brace, it all went wrong.

“Good work, Team Avatar!” Sokka cheered. “Now we— Y/N, duck!”

She didn’t question Sokka as she immediately dropped to the ground, something she was immensely thankful for as a blast of blue fire seared past her. Her eyes snapped up to the source of the attack and narrowed in recognition.

“Of course they’re here,” she growled as she pulled herself back up. “We gotta go, now!”

Katara and Sokka nodded and they all started running. Bringing up the rear, Y/N was able to hear Azula’s words right before they split off into an intersection:

“Follow them! I’m going to find the Avatar.”

Sure enough, when she allowed a glance back, Mai and Ty Lee were closing in on them. She flicked open the cap of her waterskin and bent some out, managing to freeze it at just the right moment to block the incoming daggers from Mai. Still running, she melted it quickly and let it fall to the ground before freezing it again, creating some ice on the ground that would hopefully give them a few more seconds of leeway.

“That should give us some time!” she yelled as they turned a corner, finally turning her attention back to the path in front of them. “Any idea how we’re gonna get out of this thing?”

“Maybe!” Sokka yelled back, slowing to a stop as they came to a dead end, a large hatch the only thing at their disposal. He started tugging on the wheel in an attempt to open it, and when Y/N joined in they were able to wrench it open.

“Slurry pipeline?” Katara frowned as she read the sign on the wall and looked at Sokka. “What does that mean?”

“It’s rock and water mixed together,” he explained as they looked into the rushing liquid underneath the hatch. “It means it’s our way out!”

Katara nodded and climbed in, Sokka following close after. The sound of metal footsteps got closer and closer, and Y/N ducked inside just as Mai’s knives clanked against the hatch. Never before had she been so happy to be floating in a stream of slurry.

The rest of their mission went by surprisingly easy — at least, on their end. All it took was some waterbending — earthbending, when Toph joined them — and encouragement from Sokka (though unappreciated by Katara). Whatever magic Aang was working at the top of the drill had done its job, because soon enough the drill had collapsed in on itself.

And now, they had reunited on the top of the wall overlooking the sunset. After the chaos that had been their day, it was nice to just relax for even a moment. And there was no better way to do so than with her friends.

“I just want to say, good effort out there, Team Avatar!” Sokka exclaimed as he threw an arm around Y/N’s shoulder.

“Enough with the ‘Team Avatar’ stuff,” Katara said dryly. “No matter how many times you say it, it’s not going to catch on.”

“I like it, Sokka,” Y/N smiled. “I’ve liked it this whole time.”

“You always appreciate my genius, Y/N,” he mused. “That’s why I appreciate you.” She laughed and leaned her head against his shoulder as he continued to list off names.

“How about… the Boomeraang squad! Eh? See, it’s good because it’s boomerang, and it has Aang in it—”

“Yeah Sokka,” Toph interrupted. “We got it.”

Aang grinned and scratched his head. “I kinda like that one.”

“The Aang Gang. Ooh, the Fearsome Fivesome!”

“You’re crazy,” Toph muttered as she walked away.

“Wait, Sokka—” Y/N pulled away from him and held up her pointer finger. “Aang Gang — what if we combine it, so it’s just the Gaang? But still with Aang’s name?”

And at that moment, Sokka looked more proud than ever. “Oh, you— you are a genius.”

“Oh, spirits,” Katara groaned. “Why do you insist on encouraging him?”

“You’re just jealous of our name-making abilities,” Sokka said haughtily.

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop herself from laughing. “You two are completely ridiculous, you know that? Let’s just get into the city before the trains stop running.”

Y/N and Sokka winked at each other as they all started walking, unable to keep the smile off of her face. She always thought it was amazing — they went through insane things every day, but at the end of it all she was always able to smile because of them. And as her gaze drifted towards the city in the distance, she hoped it would hold true.

She had no idea what Ba Sing Se had in store for her.

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au starting from lost stars/one non canon event mentioned but i cant stop thinking abt a scene where bramblestar slips up abt thinking abt killing firestar in sunset n how squirrel would react to that. this is a very quick drabble aka its not rly thought out or edited, i jsut needed to write and get it out somewhere ! i also cant rly definitively say that everything abt bramblestars version of events/what squirrelflight knew abt the foxtrap scene is canon-accurate since its been a minute since ive read tnp + that time period is extremely muddled in terms of which author writes it and what any cat outside of bramblestar ACTUALLY knows.

anyways tysm for reading <3

"i've sacrificed everything for this relationship, for you," bramblestar snaps, eyes that were at one moment dim and exhausted from his oncoming illness now alight with anger. "you don't even know how much pressure i was under all those years ago, after we got back together and i became deputy. i was dealing with my new position, with thunderclan's mistrust, with hawkfrost telling me to-" and he stops dead in his tracks, eyes widening just slightly as he realizes he let something slip.

squirrelflight blinks, deeply uncomfortable by his reaction. she knows that he and hawkfrost kept communicating after she and bramblestar got back together, and she knows to this day that hawkfrost never had good intentions - but there is something about the way bramblestar looks away from her, how his fur prickles along his spine, that makes her think there's more to this story.

"hawkfrost telling you to what?" she tries to keep up her bravado and confrontational tone so he doesn't detect how disturbed she's becoming, but her voice wavers. "what are you talking about?"

"nothing," he says too quickly, shaking his head. "it doesn't matter. i'm tired, squirrelflight; this leafbare is the worst i've seen, and i'm not feeling my best, either. you know that - i've been so sick, and-"

"yes, you are sick, and i've told you to rest," she reminds him, cutting him off. "and i'm sorry about that, but what are you talking about with hawkfrost?"

"i said it was nothing."

"it doesn't look like it was nothing."

bramblestar sets his jaw, shaking his head. "you know how he was. i was just going to say that he was just trying to pressure me to stop talking to you, that's it."

it doesn't feel like that was it. she has no love for hawkfrost and doesn't particularly care that he didn't like her much either - but bramblestar wouldn't be so upset and secretive about something that trivial. there's more.

"you're not telling me something," she says finally. "i know you - or, i mean, i think i know you. you're hiding something from me about hawkfrost, and i swear to starclan - we just had a conversation the other night about being truthful."

"i've always been truthful."

"it seems like you're not right now, though. i've laid out all of my secrets and told you every bad thing i've done - i've let the whole forest know my demons. not by choice, but what's done is done. there's something you're not telling me about hawkfrost - and don't tell me he didn't like me, we all know that. what was he telling you to do?"

he twitches his whiskers. "squirrelflight, you need to drop it."

this just makes her more angry. "i've told you everything i've done and you're always going on about how we need to stay truthful to each other to make this work - whatever it is, i'll listen to you about it. i know how hawkfrost was - did he want you to take over the forest, or something? i know he talked to mudclaw about things like that; he wasn't subtle about his plans to be tigerstar junior."

bramblestar looks deeply uncomfortable. "i didn't do what he wanted me to do, you know i didn't," he finally says after what seems like an hour; she blinks, unsure of what he's talking about.

"what do you mean? like...yeah, you didn't take over-"

"he wanted me to become thunderclan's leader. that's it. now, please, just drop it."

she frowns. she kind of expected that, but there's....a deep shame in his eyes, and she thinks there's an element to this story he's not saying. he's being evasive and private, and her heart begins to beat harder when she really, really thinks back on all those years ago.

a memory surfaces, one that she always thought about with pain and yet an underlying feeling of pride - for brambleclaw, for her mate, for saving her father....

it hits her then. she always thought that the foxtrap was brambleclaw's moment of undying loyalty to her father - stumbling upon hawkfrost about to kill firestar, and immediately jumping to his defense. that's always how he told it, anyways; he knew what hawkfrost wanted to do, and put an end to it.

but there were always these underlying moments that she couldn't quite place over the years - some type of underlying shame and embarrassment that she just chalked up to grief for his brother.

they look at each other, and she tries to keep calm. "when you found my father in the foxtrap," she says slowly. "did you think about letting hawkfrost kill him?"

bramblestar's beat of silence is all she needed to know; he immediately tries recovering it, though.

"squirrelflight, i would've never done that- hawkfrost and tigerstar were-"

"tigerstar? what does your father have to do with this?"

bramblestar is very quiet; she thinks that the world around them is completely silent as they stand in the middle of a snowy clearing. the cold usually heightens the sounds in the air, but in this moment all squirrelflight can hear is the thudding of her own heart.

bramblestar seems like he's trying to piece his thoughts together carefully; she forces herself to wait until he finally says: "i was never going to do it," he says, voice tight with emotion. "squirrelflight, i loved your father - you know that." she can barely hear him anymore as she finally grasps what exactly he's telling her. "my father and my brother- you've heard about how they are from lionblaze and ivypool and the others that went to the dark forest, how could i have- they were my family once, i thought that maybe-"

so that was his big secret, the one that he never meant for her to uncover. everything makes a little more sense now; the guilt and shame in bramblestar's eyes for those first seasons after hawkfrost's death whenever he'd look at firestar, the overcompensation bramblestar tried to preform as deputy. it wasn't because he felt like he allowed his brother to cause harm to firestar before saving him, it was-

"hawkfrost told you to kill firestar," she says softly, looking up at her mate. "but that- if it was just that, you would have told me, not lead me to believe that hawkfrost was the one who wanted to do it all along," she feels herself shaking as the shame begins to come back into bramblestar's expression. "you thought about, didn't you? about killing my father so you could become leader?"

bramblestar gives one moment of hesitation, and she shakes her head.

"i'm going to be sick," she says quickly, stepping away from him.

"i didn't hurt him. it wasn't-"

"this whole time, you've shamed me and made me feel like the worst cat that's been born because i kept a secret for my sister," she almost spits, her fur raising. "i don't know if i was morally right or wrong, i don't know what anyone else would do in my paws during that time - but you made me feel like i was worthless for a year because i protected leafpool, and now i finally get to know that you not only met up frequently with tigerstar but that you actually- you thought about killing my father. you thought about hurting firestar just so you could become leader."

ashfur's jibe all those years ago suddenly makes more sense - after the fire, the way he bumped into her with his shoulder and sneered you don't really even know your own mate, do you?

who knew that even after all this time after his death, ashfur still got the last laugh.

#srry mobile users if the read more doesnt work!! sometimes they do sometimes they dont #warrior cats #im....very stressed bc of whast going on w my family rn and my sis' dog but writing this helped take my mind off of things #i hope u enjoy its been awhile isnce i wrote LMAO #also srry if its ooc/not lining up w canon but honestly idgaf i Tried #writing tag #shark noises

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YANDERE DEKU X FEM READER!!!WARNINGS: rough smut

Living with yandere Deku only came with one rule. And it was to never leave the house. Ever.

At first it wasn't bad due to the sheer size of the house. But when days quickly turned into weeks and weeks almost just as quickly turned into months.

And you began longing to go outside again.

At this point in your relationship with Deku he trusted you, so you couldn't wrap your head around why he wouldn't let you outside.

Or rather you knew exactly why and it annoyed you.

'People wanna hurt you darling.'

Always that same damn excuse.

Any time you'd ask the green haired boy he'd just explain the danger you're in. And distract you with... other things.

But how dangerous could it actually be?

All you wanted was to be outside the walls of the house that started feeling like a prison was that so wrong?

This went on for about two months before you practically begged Deku to let you go outside.

And to your surprise reluctantly he agreed.

"Are you kidding?" You ask, he laughs at your jaw practically dropped onto the ground.

"I'm not. Consider it an early birthday gift." He says. You smile wide.

You were over the moon to say the least. He gave you the privilege of going to the grocery store with him every Sunday.

For being a quote on quote "good little girl for him"

You were glad he was okay with this. And even though to many grocery store shopping wasn't a big deal. To you it was exhilarating to the point you couldn't wait for Sundays’ to come.

Over time Deku began to feel more comfortable with new arrangement since he felt so trusting towards you.

So he got you car.

He taught you to drive under the condition that you'd only run arrons or took the dogs he had got for you months prior. To near by parks.

And of course you agreed and why wouldn't you.

A part of Deku didn't want to give you that much freedom how ever..the smile the took of your features were more than worth it.

"I'm giving you this cause I trust you my darling y/n." He says as he hands you your keys.

You smile.

"Thank you 'Zuku." You say, he nodded before grabbing your chin and making you look up at him.

"Do not make me regret it." He whispers, you nod.

"I won't, I promise." You say, he smiles and kisses you gently on the mouth.

"That's a good girl."

So how you ended up at some sweaty block party surrounded by people you had never seen in your life before was beyond you.

You had been invited by a boy you had befriended that worked at the store you went to constantly, and like the idiot you were...

You went.

The house smelt of booze and cigarettes.

There were people dry humping on the couch and here you were awkwardly standing in corners waiting for the guy that invited you to show.

“Yo! (Y/n)!” A voice said behind you.

Speak of the devil. The boy who invited you finally decided to show.

His name was Jay. He was a 6’0 tall blonde with a goofy smile. He was chill so he never gave you weird vibes. Which is the main reason you even came to this party.

“Hey Jay.” You say with a sweet smile. He smiled back.

“Hey gorgeous.” He says had he hugs you. You reluctantly hug him back before he turns to a crowed of people chatting across the room from us.

“Guys this is that girl I was telling y’all about. Hot as hell ain’t she?” Jay said, you chuckled awkwardly.

“Oh hell yeah. So what’s the deal y’all fucking or what?” One of the guys ask, your eyes widened at his question.

“Excuse me?” You ask,

“Just kidding baby chill. We gonna play beer pong you guys coming?”

“Nah we’ll hang back.” Jay says.

“I’m sorry about them. That’s was uncalled for.” He says, you shake your head.

“Nah it’s fine.” You say, he nods at you.

“You sure?” He asks, you nod again.

“Alright then, why don’t you and I go smoke in the back. I’m starting to get suffocated by all these people.” He says, you chuckled.

“Couldn’t agree more.” You say following him to the back.

He pulled a cigarette out and started smoking before handing it to you.

“It’s a little strong.” He warned.

“I’ll be fine.” you say as you bring it to your lips for a hit.

Deku smoked a bunch and when he did while you were in the room he’d almost always shot gun you with whatever he was smoking. So you were used to it.

—

About an hour in your were high as hell and so was he.

“I feel good as fuck.” You say,

“Yeah?” He asked, you nod before he walked closer to you.

“So tell me (y/n), you got a man?” He asks, you shrug.

“I don’t know anymore. I mean he says he loves me but... I don’t know. I just wish he was straightforward.” You say sadly.

“If I was with you I’d never make you feel like that you know...” He says before he leans into you.

“Whoa what are you doing?”

“You seriously telling me you don’t wanna have sex?”

“Yes I am what the hell is your deal?” You ask,

“Don’t be bitch.” He says before kissing you forcefully, you push him away before you noticed his was thrown against the wall by some unseen force.

You were confused to say the least. What the hell just happened.

“Y/n.” A deep, painfully familiar voice said, you gulped quietly before turning around to face him.

“Deku.” You whispered breathlessly.

“Hello beautiful.” He says.

Deku dragged you back to the house furious as all hell ranting about how he knew he couldn’t trust you with a car. And how you absolutely betrayed his trust.

"Ouch Deku! Your hurting me!" You shout as you’re dragged to the house by your forearm, before your back is slammed against the front door.

You groan in pain before his head goes in the crook of you neck groaning slightly.

"What's with you? Why do you constantly run away from me?" He whispers almost sounding like his hearts' been ripped out his chest.

"Deku-."

"I've given you everything you could possibly ever want and it's still not enough. You still don't love me enough." He says, you shake your head.

"It's not you it's the house I hate being there that's why I-."

"THAT HOUSE KEEPS YOU FUCKING SAFE!" He shouts in your face, you slap him hard across the fact and he groans.

"Don't fucking yell at me." You say seriously, he laughed quietly before breaking out into a fit of laughter as he opened the door and shut it behind the two of you.

"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear baby. I see the issue now." He says throwing his coat on the coach.

"You defy me cause I've been to soft on you. Yes that's right, every time you fuck up I give you a slap on the wrist."

"But you've taken advantage of my kindness."

"I think it's time (y/n), for you to get properly punished tonight." He says,

He unbuckled his jeans as you watched with wide eyed as he pulled the belt from the loops.

"Deku please."

"Bend over on the couch I'm gonna break that damn attitude of yours right here right now." He said, you wanted to protest but could find it in you so you did as he said.

You felt him push you skirt up and rub his hand up and down your stocking covered ass.

"Imma hit you 20 times. If you don't count properly each time I'll restart. If you cry I restart. You beg me to stop I'll restart am I clear?" He asked, you nod whimpering slight.

"What a pretty little thing." He whispered running his hands down your body. before bringing his hand down roughly.

When he hit you you wanted to burst into tears. He hit you like he didn't care. Like he wanted you to hurt.

Damnit.

Why did this hurt your heart more than your body.

"One." You said with a straight voice as the second hit came.

This continued until his last hit which was the most cruel.

"20." You say lastly, your teeth gritting with anger. You heard him sigh before kissing your bruised ass.

"I'm sorry." He says,

"I didn't wanna do that but you left me no choice. You've forgotten yourself baby. So lemme remind you who exactly owns you." He says before ripping a hole in the crotch of your stockings.

You groaned as he cupped your clothed pussy in his hand as felt you up. He chuckled.

"You're so wet from a spanking? Jesus, what kind of masochist brat are you?" He asked before pushing your panties to the side and putting a finger inside.

You whined.

"Deku." You moaned quietly as his fingers pumped inside of you, he bit his lip.

"You get to fuck my fingers or my cock tonight, your choice." He says in your ear.

You feel your face burning from the embarrassment.

He was gonna make you beg for his dick. You could always be stubborn and say you want his fingers but you both knew that would be a lie.

"Just...just fuck me Izuku. God just fuck me." You whine.

He groaned before spitting on his hand and rubbing the clear liquid on his cock.

"I would've prepped you better for my dick but you've been such a bitch lately, I don't think you deserved any prep. Hope you can take it okay." He says with the most condescending tone ever.

"I'm sure I'll be fine." You retorted.

"Tch." He says before pushing himself in you all at once causing you to gasp.

"Oh my god!" You say in shock,

"I thought you could handle it baby? What? Don't tell me you're already fucked out this early in." He says as he fucks you mercilessly.

"What no come back?" He asks.

All sass and sarcasm was lost to you as he drilled you into the couch.

"You like that huh bitch?" He asked, you nodded rapidly.

He kept his thrusts steady before randomly pulling out. You whimpered before he spun you around so you were now on your back.

He kissed you roughly kissing down your neck and sucking a hickey onto the top of your breast, before pulling away to look you in the eyes as he rubbed his cock against your opening.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He whispered, you swallowed hard.

“I belong to no one.” You say stubbornly.

He smiled wide before pushing himself back in.

“God this is why I love you.” He says, you whimper as he drills into you mercilessly.

“I’ll never find another girl like you. You’re the only one for me.” He says, you feel tears sting your eyes as he continues his fucking on your body.

“I wanna cum.” You say, he nods.

“Do it baby.” He says reaching done to play with your clit, sending you over the edge, he bit his lip at the feeling of your insides squeezed around him causing him to finish a few minutes after.

After a bit he pulled out and chuckled as he watched his cum pour out of you.

“I stuffed you pretty good baby, were you tryna milk me dry?” He asks, you felt your face get hot.

The dirty way he spoke mixed with the feeling of his cum leaking out of you was embarrassing to say the least.

“Deku.” You whisper,

“Yeah?” He says as he kisses all over the bruises he left in your body. No matter how rough he was with you he always made you feel so loved after.

“I appreciate your protection and making me feel...good. But I should be honest with you here and now....”

“If your goal is to own me then I’m sorry. Nobody owns me. You’ll just have to live with that.” You say, he sighs deeply putting his head in the crook of your neck.

“That’s what I love about you. I could kill you if I wanted. A quirkless little girl like you. I could do anything I wanted to you. But you still don’t obey me.”

“God your stubbornness is as infuriating as it is arousing.” He whispers before kissing your cheek.

“I love you.” He says, it’s almost too genuine. There’s no condescending undertone in his words he’s being 100% honest.

“I love you too.” You say just as honestly,

Even after everything the feelings you felt for him were very real.

And even though you put on a brave face with him. A part of you knew he did in fact own a part of you.

A part that made you unwilling to leave him despite the screaming, the yelling.

Despite the constant sex that was hard on your body.

Despite his harsh words towards you.

Despite how many times you slapped him.

You always found yourself back in his bed.

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