#and after ignoring a couple comments i got annoyed and tried to explain that the audio helps with how the lines are delivered

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA - me and my bestfriend (bsf) of six years recently got into a 2 week long argument and at this point have stopped talking. First i need to provide some back ground of the situation. Last November i became friends with “J”. This itself caused some arguments because they have similar names and sometimes i’d slip and call bsf, J, on accident and would immediately apologize. After a couple times of this happening she got really upset but i explained i’d been doing the same to J and she seemed to be less upset about it.

In the beginning of January, J and her bestfriend “E” got into some pretty serious drama where information from both sides never matched up but i’d known and used to be friends with E for a while. He is not a great guy speaking from past experience. (he constantly talks about how he’s a narcissist very proudly) He was claiming they had slept together and was telling all of his friends about it. She was saying they hadn’t. These rumors had been going around for months about them but had died down until this. the problem is i believed J but bsf was close with E and sided with him. I’d like to make a note through this entire situation neither me or bsf played any roll in it to my knowledge. this was just between E and J. Later on i found out they had slept together from J and asked why she had said they hadnt she said it was an agreement between the two of them that they wouldn’t say anything to anyone else because of the rumors people were already spreading about them being together. But once she found out it was definitely him telling people this time she told me the truth. yeah they had slept together then he forced her to take a plan B even though he knew she was on birth control and they’d used a condom. then ghosted her and pretended not to know her when asked by Js twins sisters best-friend.

Now it’s about 3 weeks ago where i posted two separate story’s saying how much i loved J and her sister and the other about how much i love bsf. about 10 minutes later bsf texted me “just delete this.” i of course asked why but she never responded so i took it down like she asked. later that day she reply’s to a text i had sent her the day before saying “nothing much just wishing i was hanging out with you” she replied “right.” at this point i’m genuinely confused what’s happening i had a feeling it was about J somehow because every time i posted about J it would be the one thing she didn’t like or comment on and she would get annoyed when i’d mention some thing me and J had done recently. i immediately replied with “of course, i love hanging out with you. your my best friend” A couple hours later she send me a three paragraph message saying how she didn’t think that anymore because i was ignoring everything she was telling me about what E was saying. That i was only taking J’s side and always talking about what J was saying about her side. She said I was using her as a separate option that if J couldn’t hang out i would call her. etc at the end of the message she told me she would never make me choose but that she will never trust anything J says. (they’ve literally never met or talked the only thing she hears about J is through E or me) she ends it with do whatever you want to do but don’t do anything for me. keep being friends with her idk i’m keeping my distance from all that. I replied with a message basically saying that she wasn’t the second option, i wasn’t sure who to trust, and that i try to avoid talking about the situation with J. we go back and forth with her apologizing for how she’s acting then getting mad about me not just believing her over everything else i’m being told. Then she tried to claim she never said J was wrong but that she knows she’s lied to me (the thing i mentioned in the first paragraph is the only time she’s lied to me) that she never picked a side and that she can’t believe how hurt she feels when “i’m supposed to be her bestfriend” i brought up the fact that i had asked her more than once if me being friends with her bothered her and she always said no. That this wouldn’t have exploded like this if we could have talked it out before. she took that as me saying this was all her fault.

A couple days later she messages me asking to talk in person i say when and where but she just send me a message about her feelings anyways again apologizing for how she’s acting and that she felt i wasn’t listening to her but it hurt more to lose me etc but continuing to say she doesn’t think i should be friends with J but it’s my choice. I reply i was listening but i think we were both just trying to find the facts in a situation we will never really know who was lying 100%. but i made a point in the massage to say i wasn’t going to stop being friends with J and that i didn’t understand why me and bsf relationship was so affected by me and J’s. She gets mad again bringing up a hate account that was made claiming J had made it but J had shown me that she hadn’t and it was investigated by our school who also said she didn’t do it. that it was my choice to be friends with her but that i don’t understand how it’s affecting her and that it wasn’t fair. at this point i was really mad because it really felt like she was trying to force me to choose between them two in a way. i replied saying she hadn’t made the account and said i don’t think J is the reason we stopped talking and that i feel like she was making me choose even though she was saying she wasn’t. she then replied saying she didn’t make me choose but that i had chose J over her and “that i guess you though she needed more attention” (yeah maybe because J is not mentally handling this well at all and your fine because your not actually involved with this drama) i didn’t reply to her but about another week later i texted her “i just want to be friends with both of you. why can’t i do that” she replied i understand but i don’t think you should be friends with she’s not a good person but hope your having fun it’s all i wanted for you. that’s the end of the messages at this point.

TLDR : (do we do those here??) bestfriend of three years stopped talking to me because i became friends with another girl who later got into drama with best friends close friend E (A PROUDLY SELF PROCLAIMED NARCISSIST I MIGHT ADD)

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[mxltifxnd0m]

ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴇxᴇʀᴄɪꜱᴇ

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Summary: You spar with Miguel 

Pairings: Miguel O’Hara x spider fem! Reader, fem reader is a Spider-Woman

Words: 2.5K

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Warnings: none, some sexual tension, banter, reader loves to annoy Miguel, no use of y/n

A/N: I have no clue if I should post this after months of not writing lol (so if it does hi tumblr it has been a while 😅). And as always thank you to my wife @songofpatrochilless for beta reading!

A/N pt.2: try and find the vampire by olivia rodrigo reference 🤭

𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘰'𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

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An alert from your watch makes you stop typing the report you were writing for Tony. You look at it confused since you don’t typically get a message or an alert on your days off. You tap on the watch, and Lyla appears on your desk. 

“Hey, Lyla!” You greet her cheerfully, “What does Miguel need from me?” 

“He needs you at HQ, Miguel said something about training?” Lyla tells you. 

“You don’t sound too sure about why he’s calling me either.” 

Lyla just shrugs at you and says to hurry up. You roll your eyes at her and tell her you’ll be at HQ. She disappears with a little salute and pulling out your phone, you text the team that you��ll be out for a couple of hours. 

You tap on the spider pendant hanging from your necklace twice. Your spider suit (sans mask) forms around your body. You tap on the watch and configure it to go to Earth-928B. The hexagonal portal opens, and you begin to walk through it, getting pulled through. Being welcomed by the sight of the infinite universes never ceases to amaze you. After a minute, the portal opens and you end up in the elevator in HQ. As you leave the elevator and head to Miguel’s office, the various variants of Peter Parker and other spider people greet you as you pass them. 

You can hear your footsteps echo through the empty halls as you near Miguel’s (cave) office.

“So, is there a multiversal villain that isn't in their universe, and that's why you called me on my day off, or did you miss me?” You call out to Miguel as you enter his office with your hands on your hips and a smug smile as his desk floats down slowly. 

"You know you should fix that to make it go down faster." You quip. 

His desk finally reaches the floor, and Miguel is unamused. 

“Neither.” He responds, deciding to ignore the comment that you made about his desk. Your eyes widen slightly in disbelief as you observe Miguel's choice of clothing. 

“Ermm…so where’s the suit? I wasn’t aware that we had casual Fridays at HQ now, and I didn’t take you to be someone to wear their symbol on their casual wear.” You stifle a laugh as your hand gestures to the loose-fitting grey joggers and tight black compression tank top with his emblem stitched in the front that he is wearing instead of his usual red and blue spider suit. 

There’s a hint of a smirk as he sees your eyes trail over his form.

“We don’t.” He responds to my question, “But we’re training today.” He goes to leave the room. You quickly follow him after him as you trail behind him slightly. 

“Wait, slow your roll, Dracula! What do you mean by training?” 

Miguel scoffed at the nickname, “I haven’t been able to see what you are capable of, so you and I are going to spar.” He explains as he walks toward the training room. 

“I thought you recruited people based on their experience?” 

“I landed in your universe on a whim-“ 

“You mean you got sucker punched into my universe trying to get back to this one and passed out.” You interrupt Miguel. 

He sighed heavily, “I landed in your universe and wasn’t planning to recruit you until I figured out what you could do. What the others don’t do.” 

His comment rendered you speechless, not liking how he tried to bring up your past. You guys spent the rest of the walk in silence. You felt you were nearing your destination. You were right as he stopped before a door and opened it, and Miguel gestured for you to enter first. 

“Well, would you look at that? Miguel O’Hara has manners.” you tease as you enter the mysterious room. 

“Hardy har har, I've never heard that one before.” He says dryly. 

As you walk in, the room is pitch black, and all you can hear is Miguel’s footsteps. You hear a click and the hum of electricity before the bright lights flicker on.

The sudden brightness throws you off slightly. You have to blink a couple of times to clear your vision. The first thing you notice is that the room is massive. Foam mats line the floor, leading you to believe those are for sparring. Where there aren’t foam mats, linoleum pathways lead you to different parts of the room.

As your eyes move to the left side of the room, there is a window that looks into what seems to be a dance studio? You can see the barre used for ballet, and you suspect that the “window” is a two-way mirror. You raise an eyebrow at the dance studio, wondering why there was one in the first place, but you continue to scan the room.

The ceiling is incredibly high, with metal bars protruding from the walls leading up to the high ceiling, and from the ceiling itself. Then, your eyes landed on the center of the room. There was a boxing ring, and Miguel was standing in the middle.

“I thought there was already a training facility that the others use?”You question Miguel as you begin to walk up to the ring.  

“This is an old one before I had the other built. It’s a bit outdated for the others. So, no one uses it anymore. But I’m using it to see what you can do. Do you have clothes underneath your suit?” 

“No, I go commando all the time.” You snark at him. 

Miguel sends you a look, his red eyes flashing slightly at you. 

“Yes, I have my plain clothes underneath.” You answer with a slight sigh.

He gestured to the right side of the room, where a door labeled locker rooms was.

“There should be some spare clothes in one of those lockers. Get changed, and meet me back here.” He ordered.

You nod and walk into the locker rooms. Inside, the room was split into two, with a door leading to a men's and women's side. You walked into the woman’s side, and it looked like a generic locker room. Lockers lined the walls furthest from the door you entered from, changing stalls to the left and sinks and bathroom stalls to the right. The lockers had no locks, so you pulled a random one open. There was a black sports bra and some black leggings. You close the locker door with the clothes in hand and head to the changing stalls.

Once you had gotten changed, your feet quietly led you out of the locker room, and you lifted your eyes from the ground to see Miguel raising his arms above his head, making his shirt rise slightly, giving you a good look at his prominent v-line and how low his pants are sitting at his hips. You feel yourself flush at the sight of Miguel’s tan skin. You clear your throat to alert Miguel. As you climbed into the ring, you could feel his eyes on you. 

“So, are you ready to go down Nosferatu?” You ask him with a teasing grin on my face. 

He rolls his eyes at me and puts his hands on his hips, “Some ground rules before we start. No webs, no face shots, and tap out if you get pinned. And stop calling me that.” He explains as he points his finger at me.

“Got it, and I’m not going to.” There’s a grin on your face. “But one thing before we start.” 

“What is it?” He says, getting a little impatient. 

“Are you sure you want to spar with me specifically?” 

“Why? Are you afraid that you’ll lose? I don’t see a problem with that.” Miguel says while shrugging with a half smile on his face. 

You grin wide at his cockiness, “Great, you’re feeling confident. No, I’m not afraid. I just wanted to ask if you thought this through.” 

“And why is that? Humor me.” Amusement coated his tone.

“You’re asking the person groomed to be an assassin since they were 9 to see what they can do. I have to say it’s not one of your brightest ideas, Mig.” As soon as you finished your sentence, you went to swipe his feet from underneath him, but at the last second, he managed to dodge your attack. 

“I guess we’re starting now.” He mutters under his breath as he gets into a defensive position, but your advanced hearing makes it easy for you to hear his words. 

The both of you begin to circle each other. The both of you are in defensive positions and waiting for the other to strike.

“Bring it, Miggy.” You flash him a smirk, your tone teasing as you make the hand gesture to come at you. He lunges at you. 

As the both of you spar in the boxing ring, neither can keep the other pinned. You can feel the sweat coat your body, your chest heaves from exertion, but you can’t wipe away the smile on your face. It had been a while since you’d been able to spar with someone that matched your skill level. 

You guys reached a standstill. You and Miguel start to circle one another once again. You decide that you have to finish this. You run full speed at Miguel, surprising him. Miguel was unprepared for the sudden attack. You jump and wrap your legs around his head and neck. Using momentum, you twist your body to bring him to the ground. He fell on his back hard on the mat as you landed on your feet. You take this as a chance to pin him down. You straddle his waist and pin his wrists down onto the floor. 

You lean over him, your face hovering over his. You can tell that Miguel was not anticipating your sudden move. The wind got knocked out of him. His breaths were harsh and shallow. You smile smugly at Miguel once he opens his eyes. 

“Do you yield?” You tease him as you lean further down into Miguel, feeling his harsh breath hitting your skin. You can see him swallow hard and try to get out of your grip, but you fight against his attempts to get out of your grasp. 

“Are you trying to get me off of you?” You coo at him, laughing slightly at his attempts. His face twists into a snarl at your teasing. He bares his fangs at you as he tries to get you off. 

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that Miggy.” You taunt him as you tighten your grip around his thick wrists and squeeze your thighs around his waist. He suddenly stops wriggling around, and a smirk appears on his face. He leans closer to your face, your noses brushing against one another. The smile slips off your face as you stare into Miguel’s ruby-red eyes. 

“You know, you shouldn’t let proximity distract you, Hermosa,” Miguel says in a sultry whisper, his words fanning over your lips, and you can feel yourself swallow hard at his words. 

“It’s not.” You croak out, feeling your chest tighten. Miguel brushes his lips over yours. You were not expecting that, and your grip on his wrist falters. Suddenly, you feel the world turn upside down. 

You groan as you land flat on your back from Miguel flipping you over him. As you try to scramble to get up, Miguel straddles your legs and pins your wrists to the mat with one of his hands, reversing the position that you had previously. 

You look up at Miguel hovering over you with the smugest smirk you’ve ever seen on his face. You try to figure out how to get out from underneath him, but he has your legs pinned. You wriggle around and try to thrust your hips up to throw Miguel off you. Your attempts are futile since he’s so much bigger than you. Miguel chuckles lowly at your poor attempts to get him off of you.

“Don’t let the enemy distract you.” He whispers in your ear and chuckles as he moves back and gets off of you. You curse under your breath and stay lying on the mat.

You hear Miguel pad off to a corner of the ring to grab a towel to wipe his sweat off and drink his water. You close your eyes. You take a minute to catch your breath and compose yourself, feeling flustered by Miguel’s actions.

After a few minutes of laying there, you can hear Miguel walk toward you and toss a towel, landing on your stomach. 

“Get up.” He nudges your side with his foot.

You groan while opening your eyes, squinting a bit as your eyes adjust quickly to the bright lights of the unused gym. You took the towel off your stomach and sat up.  You wiped the sweat off of your face and neck. After wiping the sweat off, you wrapped the towel around your neck. You could see Miguel’s hand appear in front of your face. You take it, and he pulls you up from the floor.

“So, how did I do?” You ask him. 

“You’re better than I expected.” 

“Wow, did you expect a fully trained assassin not to be capable?” You scoff jokingly at his words. 

“I mean, you’re better than everyone else that I’ve recruited so far.” 

“That I am.” You smile. You guys leave the old training area and head back to his office. 

“So that’s all you wanted me here for?” 

He nodded at you. “Today is a slow day for anomalies. So I decided it was time to test you.” 

As soon as he uttered those words, multiple alerts went off on his watch. It was as if the universe heard his words. Lyla appeared and alerted Miguel that there was a Rhino anomaly in Earth-5573. He groans slightly in frustration and looks at you. “I know it's your day off, but could you help?”

"Yeah, I was bored doing some paperwork anyway." You shrug.

"Okay, head to that earth, and I’ll send Jess with you.” 

You hum in confirmation. You press your spider pendant. In a second, your suit forms around your body. You look down at your watch and open a portal to Earth-5573. Miguel grasped your wrist before you left, making you look back at him.

Miguel had an unreadable look in his eyes. You look down at his hand and back at him. He seems to snap out of whatever daze he is in and clears his throat while fixing his posture. 

“Don’t be reckless out there.” He says sternly, but you can hear the warmth in his words. 

You smirk at him, “Will do, boss.” You salute him playfully at him. “Oh, Miguel!” You call out to him.“Don’t let anyone hear that, or they’ll think you have a heart.” You tease him before walking through the portal, and the last thing you see is Miguel scowling. A giggle escapes my mouth before the portal closes, and you head to Earth-5573.

#miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #miguel x you #spiderman x reader #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x spiderwoman!reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #daisy's writing #daisy writes for once #daisy writes

[fool-who-dreams]

unintentional mystery

Summary - The mysterious Sherlock Holmes has unintentionally been keeping his biggest secret from everyone: you.

"John!" Sherlock called urgently from the dining room. "John!" He continued insistently as he fixed his scarf around his neck. "John!" He yelled once more, this time knocking on the bathroom door.

"For Pete's sake, what are you doing at my house, how did you get in!" The bathroom door swung open, revealing an angry John wrapped in shower towels.

"Key's anger the doormat. Oldest trick in the playbook. You told me about it."

"I never told you where my key was!"

"Not with your words." Sherlock rolled his eyes knowingly. "Can we go now? The truth awaits."

"A new case? Alright, give me five minutes and-" John sighed, hurrying to his bedroom.

"I'll meet you there." Sherlock shouted, leaving the house.

"Fascinating. Isn't it?" Sherlock asked John, leaning closer to the crime scene.

"A gutted corpse? Not really." John replied. And to think he was so close to becoming Sherlock Holmes' roommate. At the very last minute, though, John had found a cheap comfortable place just around the corner. Nothing stopped Sherlock from involving John in his every move.

Seeing him in the distance, you and your colleague Greg approached the familiar faces. "Mr Holmes, you have arrived." Lestrade pointed out.

"Clever deduction Inspector, what gave it away?" He replied wittily.

"Pleasant, as always." You remarked sarcastically.

"Shut up y/n, you couldn't bear this job without me."

"Mr. Watson," You chimed in, ignoring the curly-haired detective. "pleased to finally meet you. Sherlock has said loads of wonderful things about you." You revealed, stretching your hand towards John.

He shook your hand, quite puzzled. "He is capable of that?"

"Well, not really...it's more that he hasn't affronted you as much as he usually does to people. It's as far as it goes, I'd be proud if I were you." You smiled, amused. "I am y/n, I'm the coroner affiliated with this case." You explained to the former doctor. "Oh, and try to solve it within a couple hours dear, would you?" You asked Sherlock, slowly stroking his covered arm.

"Nonsense! Take your time Sherlock, we all are having such a great time. Aren't we?" Lestrade winked at you, to which you had to keep yourself from making a disgusted face. He wasn't a bad man, he just wasn't your man. You nodded, fake smiling to your colleague before turning to Sherlock.

"Hurry." You almost threatened.

"Why? Got plans?" He asked, almost annoyed. 'Maybe even jealous' John thought.

"Not really. But-"

"Then you won't mind joining me for dinner." He cut you off wittily. "We'll raise a toast to my ability to solve a case of this complexity in just 'a couple of hours'." He proposed, still not taking his eyes off the scene.

'Okay, wait. Is Sherlock actually- flirting?' John thought again.

"Ask me again when you've cracked this." You replied with a smirk. You turned around, starting to walk away, when the genius' voice had you stopped in your tracks.

"It was his wife. After stealing his wedding ring, she must've sold it. Probably online. The one he's wearing is not authentic, and the tie is undone, which means he wasn't actually coming back from work but rather, given the lipstick stain, from an encounter with his mistress. The woman must've found out. It's a jealousy crime." Sherlock said in one breath. "Care to join me now?" He asked with a satisfied smirk, actually looking straight into your eyes for the first time since he had arrived.

"How could I refuse?" You chuckled.

"Well, well...it appears this is my lucky day." Sherlock commented, pulling you in by the waist to stamp a kiss on your lips. You felt your cheeks getting warmer, and a smile creeping onto your face.

"I'll see you at home." You pecked him again before catching up to Lestrade and the rest of the team.

"Okay." John tried to keep his composure, but miserably failed. "What is going on here?" "I thought I had been clear enough. A jealousy crime. Although money was evidently involved in-" "Not that! Why did you kiss Y/N? And why was she kay with it?"

"Well John, don't you kiss your wife?" He asked, starting to walk away.

"A wife?!" John asked in disbelief. "What's next? I'll find out you have kids? A mistress?"

"Oh no" Sherlock chuckled. "If I had a mistress, I probably would have ended up like him by now." Sherlock replied, pointing back at the victim of the case he had just solved.

"Will you advice me a nice place for today's dinner?" Sherlock added. "I need something special for our second anniversary."

"YOU'VE BEEN MARRIED TWO YEARS?!"

#sherlock imagine #bbc sherlock #john watson #sherlock x reader #bbc sherlock x reader #benedict cumberbatch #martin freeman

[ilumin]

Thinking of...

College rommate!Kaeya who's so popular, everyone on the campus knows him. He's handsome, polite, very flirty and so, sooo annoying.

Ever since you two started to live together, he was like a nightmare. He was always making weird comments about you, like- "oh, you should smile more", or- "you got only 70%? Honey, I thought you could do much better than that!"

And the worst part? Everyone loves him. And he knows it. He's completely aware of what impact his words have on other, and which string he needs to pull to get what he wants.

He's annoying, mean, very full of himself and-

"Hello, my dear roommate, can I ask you a favor?"

Speak of the devil.

"What do you want" you rolled your eyes, already irritated by his presence. He just asked you a question, and you want to smack him in his stupid pretty face.

"I need your help with a project. You're pretty good at physics, aren't you?" Kaeya leaned against a door frame, looking at you with his arms crossed. You hated the way he was looking at you. Even with all your hatred toward him, you need to admit - he was pretty damn hot.

"Yeah, I suppose to" you looked back from him to your laptop, trying to ignore this fucking warm building up inside your chest.

"Splendid. So, as my roommate, what do you say about some pizza and a small study session? My treat if it helps" his smile, oh, his smile. It was bright as a sun, which made him even more annoying. Now he's going to make you blind?

"Why should I help you, hm? When I asked for a help, you ditched me." you turned on you chair, raising a brow at him.

You could swear that, for a second, his posture seemed... Nervous?

"Ah, yes. But I think I've already apologized for that couple of times." Kaeya smiled again, coming back to his "mysterious" (his words, not yours) himself.

And yes, he did apologize, he even bought you flowers as a sorry. You bit the inside of your cheek lost in thoughts. You knew, you were completely aware how this'll go, but-

"Alright. But because you've promised, you're paying for everything."

"Sure thing, sweetheart"

"And don't call me that!"

"What? Wait, hold on-"

"Ughh, I've already explained it four times now, Alberich!" you throw your hands in the air. Youre tired, he's tired, and the pizza is already cold.

"I'm starting to understand why Albedo's drinks so much coffee after every study session he has with other students"

"Are you assuming that I'm the dumb one?" Kaeya laughed, taking a slice of pizza from a cardbox and then taking a big bite.

"You're dumb all the time, but being honest - why did you sign up for this project? If I'm not wrong, it's not even that important to the final grade and only few people volunteered" you squirm I'm place, trying get more comfortable in your seat.

"Why you, a person who's clearly just not into maths or physics, volunteered?" You raised your brow, looking right at him.

You started to observe his body language which seemed... On edge. Kaeya straight up a bit, his shoulders tensing and his eyes flew all around the room.

You two stayed in a silence in a moment, Kaeya chewing as long as he could to avoid answering and you, still staring at him and waiting for any respond.

Clearly loosing his confidence, but not wanting you to realized that (even if you already did), he finally swallowed last bits of pizza as he finally spoke.

"Would you believe me... If I would say I wanted to spend some more time with you?" His gaze finally meeting your face.

"What?" Your eyes wide in shock, as you look at him.

Kaeya? This Kaeya Alberich? Wanted to spend some time with you???

"Am I tripping or they added something to this pizza"

"I'm genuine, sweetheart." He's face surprisingly soft with a sweet smile, as he looked at you.

You both stare at each other, silence slightly uncomfortable, while you tried to gain your thoughts.

And then, it strikes you.

You're blushing.

You quickly looked away, not wanting him to see you at such vulnerable state. You hated him! Hated everything in his character and doings, so why, why on earth, you're feeling like a lovestruch teenager?

"And... That's why you asked me for help?"

"Actually yes." He shrugged, taking another bite of his pizza. He seemed not scared at all. Where in the meantime, you were still processing his words.

Kaeya was mean, very full of himself and dumb. You hated him with all your being, because only a glance from him could make your heart flutter. He could say your name and your knees was already weak.

You hated him for so long, you can't just give up on it like that.

"So... Would you like to go on a date with me, sweetheart?"

... Or so you thought.

HELLOOO!!! Hi, another "Thinking of..."!!!

I'm so glad you guys liked the first one so much, maybe I should make a small series?

This time, I don't have any incredible art- just a small sketch. This one fan fiction firstly had a complete different storyline so-

But besides that, here's some blushy software Calvary captain

Anyway, again, not proofread- let me know if there's anything you find!

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#genshin impact #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich #genshin impact x reader #genshin fanfic #x reader #genshin impact fanart #genshin #genshin imagines #genshin fluff #Thinking of... #kaeya <3333

[angelsleepinggurl]

𝐒𝟏:𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝟑 | 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓: 𝘕𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT HE LOOKED LIKE?"

"I WAS WORRYING ABOUT WHETHER I WOULD GET THE DAMN JOB."

"BUT YOU COULD'VE NOTED IF HE WAS HOT."

"I DON'T KNOW! But does it really matter anyway?"

"YES!" 

The both of you sit on opposite ends of the couch, giving each other the silent treatment. This isn't the first of your silly and pointless arguments; it certainly won't be the last. After the job interview, you rushed straight over to Naaila's house and waited for her to return from her shift. As soon as she got home, you told her about the whole event with precise and exaggerated detail.

The black-haired girl from afar speaks up after a minute, " So what colour is his hair?" You roll your eyes at the girl's immaturity and reluctantly answer her question. 

"He's blonde." 

"Ooh, that's good. You always seem to have good luck with blondes, remember Taylor."

"God, why did you have to bring that up?" You ask covering your ears with a pillow nearby, whilst Naaila laughs at your actions. 

"You farted and started blaming it on the chair after your date." She snorted before howling in laughter at the embarrassing situation. 

You place your hands on your earlobes which seem to be heating up because of all the embarrassment, "Give me a break. Everyone farts." you mutter, only making her cackle more. Although you tried to ignore your urge to laugh, you suddenly give in once you see the tears coming out of her eyes, causing you to giggle too.

Once the both of you calm down, Naaila picks up a drink, and stirs it in her hand with a straw, "I'm surprised you didn't get kicked out though. With the sizing of your blouse, must have looked like you were trying to hook him up."

You groan loudly, "Oh my God, that was exactly what I was thinking; that's why I was so confused when he kept asking me more questions."

"Maybe he has the hots for you already. Maybe he liked the view." Naaila smirks, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively and adding in a couple of winks.  

 "You are the absolute worst, you know? The worst," you complain before standing up and making your way over to her kitchen. " Should I get you anything?" you ask.

"I know what you can get your new boss." Her comment makes you spin around, grab the nearest pillow and throw it at her, but this still doesn't stop her from laughing.  

The both of you sit in silence and watch the television screen at a low volume, not really processing what was happening before you can open your mouth to say something to break the silence, the sound of notification does it for you. Naaila picks up her phone to check; you watch her dark, silky hair fall down her face as she doesn't move to read the message. Worry fills your body, as Naaila remains unresponsive to the news she was reading.

Maybe it's bad. I hope not.

Naaila slams her phone screen down onto the couch next to her with an annoyed sigh before biting on the tip of her thumb in annoyance. 

"What was that about?" You ask her, subconsciously inching closer towards her to get a closer look at her face, and she scares you by quickly lifting her head up and hair out of her face. 

"Apparently I have a surprise waiting for me at my desk in the office."

"A good or bad kind of surprise?"

"An annoying surprise that won't leave me alone." she groans, tilting her head back in irritation., Naaila explains the situation before you ask, "There's this guy right that I knew in high school, and the students at my old high school had to visit my company for a workplace visit they have to do, and I saw that guy."

"Is he attractive though?"

" I DON'T KNOW I WAS FOCUSED ON THE KIDS!"

"YEA BUT IF YOU SAW HIM YOU MUST HAVE NOTICED?"

"I DOESN'T WORK LIKE THAT!"

"NOW YOU KNOW HOW I FELT!"

Naaila giggles again at your mocking of her earlier and just soothes her temple by gently rubbing the sides of her head. After a long exhale she continues. "At the end of the session, I get a call, and it's from, I ask him where he got my number from. You what he told me?"

You shake your head.

"That he had his connections," Naaila giggles at his dumb response, "And I told him that this was inappropriate and he couldn't call or contact me anymore, and he said that I should give him a chance, but I still said no.-"

"Aww," you whine, pouting at her playfully." You should've given him a chance."

The black-haired girl rolls her eyes, before pushing her head away, causing you to laugh at her antics. "Oh fuck off." 

"But I still don't get what the text has to do with this," you ask.

"Well ever since I said no, he would drop off items like doughnuts or flowers or balloons."

"Why balloons?"

" I don't know, don't ask me, ask him."

"So is the surprise a big teddy or something?"

" Maybe he packed himself in a large box, so he can pop out of it or some dumb shit like that." A silence passes between the two of you as you process the information she has given you. "Why are you smiling?" the girl asks as she turns her head to face you.

"Nothing, I just think it's kinda cute." 

"WHAT! IT'S NOT CUTE IT'S ANNOYING; WHAT KINDA GUY IS SO PERSISTENT ON A GIRL WHO SAYS NO?"

" Maybe someone who wants you to give them a chance because they have connections." You mock, barely being able to get the words out as you try to hold back your laughter, although Naaaila eventually joins in too. 

#jujutsu kaisen nanami #jujutsu nanami #jujutsu kaisen nanami kento #jjk #smut #ao3 #fancfiction #wattpad #kento x reader #nanami kento x reader #personal assistant

[badheart]

"...I seriously feel bad for him. I mean, it can't be all that comfortable, having both your hands held while you're trying to eat your ice-cream," Vivian idly remarks after they watched a couple leisurely strolling past them with their son in tow. Why, she could only imagine how difficult it must be to continue holding onto your vanilla soft serve cone when your parents refused to let go of your clasped hands.

"Then again, I guess normies are a whole different breed altogether; in fact, I reckon that even if I tried to study them for the next fifty years, I would still never be able to understand how their brains work," Vivian then goes on to shake her head, clearly oblivious to the fact that the wheelchair-bound woman next to her might not have cared for conversation. Honestly, so extroverted was she, it didn't even occur to her she might have preferred peace and quiet over the abrupt chatter that spilled past her lips. [ for fang! ]

Malls sure were a special type of hell, she thought as she came to hate any type of crowds but at the same time it allowed her study people and the flow of their clothing or whatever caught her interest to improve her art skill, even if just in her mind for now.

Fang looked rather irritated as a woman started to comment beside her, something she actually tried to ignore at first but for that, she was far too close. She had picked a seated area, which was used by those, who needed a break or enjoy whatever food they have bought for themselves. The chewing noises of some people, sure could be agonizing, so this stranger's babbling might be more tolerable after all and she even followed her gaze to said child. Honestly, the sight only soured her mood and she hoped desperately for the kid to either fall down on its nose or drop its precious ice-cream, and hopefully be scolded then. She sure had a thing for people's misfortune, even before her accident, it had been no different.

Normies, she had to snort and actually raised her phone, which had been resting on her lap until she took a photo of her unusual company. From her position, she always got the worst perspective of others, from below. "And what are you then? Some woke ass dragon?" Allowing herself to indulge, as she was not afraid of making new contacts, though ideally with cooler folks but that seemed to be denied to her since forever. She messed with her photo, simply out of boredom, applying as many filters as needed to save her face, though those glasses sure made it difficult. She looked like an otaku, possibly was. "Don't you want to pretend to be one?" Turning her phone, (though the woman could have easily peaked) and showing her the finished work; looking like a pretty doll now, with most of today's beauty standards forced onto her. Sure, she had overdone it, but how could anyone dare to run around like her nowadays? If this woman had not been mocked during her school time, Fang sure would be surprised, but it would explain her odd confidence, or she was simply a weirdo. Who knows, but it kind of annoyed her - the very idea that someone was doing better than her, especially someone, who she would have mocked and teased in the past, simply because of an odd hair cut. Even today, she could not shake off those tendencies, despite that she actually desired to socialise with others.

"You look like someone in desperate need of some friends." Rich, coming from her. "Or a make-over."

bonus, if i had to response with a meme (m sry it came to my mind first)

#╳ ——「 query.」 #unladielike #meanwhile fang doesnt dress or style herself rly much better in the eyes of those #who care more bout beauty standards #me inwardly - finally someone with whom fang can possibly share some hobbies 😭😭😭 thx for sendin

[horce-divorce]

ppl are always asking me how my parents love me so much AND don't want anything to do w taking care of me. And I don't know. Sometimes I tell myself "it's ok, my parents are older than my friends parents and they do a lot, I'm an adult, etc...."

But then like. Idk.

I sit in the kitchen for HOURS trying to eat and prepare my food. It takes me so much effort and I visibly struggle with it every single day. my mom doesn't like to eat so she just ignores this. Today I have been sat in the kitchen for hours following minor facial surgery. My diet is even further restricted right now bc I can't chew. I'm Terrified of not eating because it only takes a couple of hours to crash once I stop. Tomorrow will be rough.

I tried to explain this and ask for her opinion about what I should eat/not eat in the AM. She kept shooting down all my ideas just like.... Getting visibly annoyed. and then she was like "idk I ate soup when I had mine out. I'm tired we'll troubleshoot in the morning." And really she's only even in that mindset bc dad has COVID and she's feeding him anyway.

Meanwhile I got on the phone w my friend who I hadn't talked to or seen in months the other day and I made an offhand comment about how hard eating and meal planning is right now. And she IMMEDIATELY started googling a soft food diet and sending me ideas and spitballing w me. Like it makes me cry. Tbf my friend is also a mom of 4 kids but like. My own mom doesn't care if I eat because she doesn't care if SHE eats. Ykw i mean. Like idk that does hurt my feelings. And she needs to eat too.

It's not like she's NEVER there for me I mean she drove me to get my teeth knocked out, she went back to Walgreens 4 times in the same day to make sure me and dad meds, she cares an awful lot about like, if I live. But she is sooooo hands off about my health in general. She really only goes back into Mom Mode when I'm having an emergency, and even at the ER it kinda felt like it was all about her.

My therapist has been bugging me to talk to her Abt it bc I want to... Like, I'm in too poor of health right now to have indifferent housemates. I need help. But I also know for fact my mom does not want to give it. I know that in reality you "don't stop being a parent after 18 years" but like idk she really has kinda said "I ain't doing that shit." I can't make her stop being scared of my emotions/health. I can't make her stop feeling guilty.

She just doesn't wanna be involved. And yeah the more my health declines the more that kinda rubs in the attachment trauma we have to begin with lol. when I turned 12 and started getting horrific periods, dysphoria, and suicidal ideation her response was...."no you don't!" And to remove me from my support system, and to deny me medical care. I don't. BLAME her bc she couldn't have known better. I don't hold a grudge. But that HURTS. That trauma was life defining for me and the fact that she still can't even handle the mere idea that I'm not perfectly healthy, at 30, is....not building our relationship idk.

But now it's all on me. It's my job to bring it up if we ever wanna heal this. I don't know how. I don't know how.

#me #medical stuff #prsnl

[snuggles-and-struggles]

How about an absolutely insane fic idea I just got at like 7am earlier

Focus - (UF) Papyrus & Flowey, Spicyhoney

In a field, far from home, the prince of the Fell kingdom awakens entirely confused and alone. He quickly comes to realize he'd been turned into some sort of monster adjacent plant creature and can't remember his name. He immediately seeks out help, panicked and scared. It's a few days before he stumbles across a farmer, a skeleton monster.

He’s dismissive and cold and first, as the prince insists he’s the kingdoms heir and orders him to return him back to the castle. The farmer is underwhelmed and continues mostly ignoring him, aside from passing commentary on his rudeness, and goes to leave once he’s finished his current task. The prince tries to order him to stop, only for the farmer to point to an area east of them. He explains the Fell kingdoms border ends just shy of his property – it could not be less his problem.

The prince is distraught watching him walk away, the first monster he'd been able to find in a couple of days, and finally pleads for him to help. The farmer stops at this and turns back to him, questioning shouldn't royalty learn manners to better be diplomatic? The prince insists they do, of course, but that's amongst other royalty, it's significantly different for just common folk.

The farmer then asks if he thinks his worth and what he does is more important than his own. The prince answers easily of course. The farmer sighs, sarcastically commenting then surely the royals could feed the people gold and gems if the farmers disappeared. The prince is surprised and caught off guard, trying to defend they'd just instate new farmers, as their job is to oversee everything and make sure it functions.

The farmer asks what if they disappear, too? Or how would they be taught without other farmers to teach them? He doesn't wait for an answer this time, simply stating a kingdom is only worth the work its people put into it, he should reconsider what he finds value in.

The prince is frustrated and annoyed, but knows now he must bite his tongue if he wants the farmer to help, reassuring himself internally that of course a farmer would value his own work above the kingdoms leaders, as if he'd ever understand.

The farmers sighs, and finally concedes. He may rest at his home and then come with him when he travels to sell goods in a few days time, but then he is on his own again. The prince tries his best to be gracious but is obviously still pretty spiteful, the farmer chooses to ignore this and uproots him to a shocked protest, settling him on his supplies cart and wheeling him back in the direction he'd pointed earlier.

On the walk back, the prince asks after what kingdom his land does lie in, only for the farmer to state it lies in no kingdom. The prince is annoyed and doesn't believe him, instead asking other questions that get similar short responses until he gives up and falls quiet.

He dozes off, coming to when he hears the farmers dog barking happily, looking up to find a modest house with a beautiful, lush garden. It looks almost like something from a fairytale. Another skeleton monster comes from the front door to greet the farmer, looking much more agreeable and soft.

It's obvious quickly by their greetings this is the farmer's husband, who notices the other quickly, sleepy eyes watching curiously as he asks after him, the farmer quick to explain. Claims to be the prince of the Fell kingdom. He'll be taking him with him when he travels into Tale for the market.

The husband is kind and curious, the prince fighting himself to try and be courteous, feeling the watchful eyes of the farmer on him. Stretch, as he introduces himself, asks what they should call him, which is when he decides to be called Flowey, quickly getting flustered by the couples amusement at the name. He also learns from Stretch the farmer's name is Edge, warranting him to ask if they think their names are really any better than his, getting Stretch to chuckle and Edge to roll his eyes.

Soon, Stretch has taken him to the guest room to rest while Edge makes dinner. The next few days seem to drag on, Flowey quickly coming to realize Stretch is much sharper than he'd initially thought, and enjoys poking fun at him, while Edge is simply always cold and sarcastic. He finds it intolerable to be around either and ultimately winds up sulking in the back garden more often than not.

Finally, the day comes and Flowey waits impatiently for the couple to say their goodbyes, annoyedly averting his eyes at their gentle shows of affection. Edge doesn't waste time afterwards, and Flowey again grows bored and tries to ask him questions. Edge is as avoidant as ever and his patience seems to wear thin, but he never snaps at him.

It's a several hour trip, but they finally get there before noon. Edge stop suddenly alongside the river that runs through the small town on the outskirts of the kingdom. He points in a direction and tells Flowey the Fell kingdom is that way, and not to get shredded before he reaches it.

Suddenly, despite finding him rude and annoying, Flowey realizes he very much does not want to travel alone again. He tries to slyly state he’s too tired to go now so he'll linger and look around town. Edge watches him with an indecipherable expression, then shrugs, whatever.

The town is lively and the people kind. Flowey can't remember ever being in a market like this one, where no threats are being made and shouts are in greeting not anger. Possibly even more surprising yet, Edge is friendly with the people he speaks with, even smiling at times. It's odd, and off putting, but...not entirely unpleasant.

By the end of his time there, the sun is much lower in the sky, and Flowey finds Edge as he’s adjusting his cart for travel again. He insists he got carried away and is too tired to travel alone now, not to mention it'll be dark out, so he'll return with Edge and try again the next time Edge travels.

Edge watches him with that same odd look from earlier, but ultimately relents with a shrug, fine, but no complaining on the trip back. Even as the sun sinks lower and the sky grows darker, Edge easily navigates them back to his home, reaching the outskirts of the property by nightfall.

Stretch seems unsurprised by his reappearance, and soon, they've had dinner and Stretch and Edge have gone to bed. Something about the way Edge had answered his questions earlier had been bothering Flowey, since. He can't put a finger on it, and decides to try and sleep instead.

Weeks pass and it's more of the same, though Flowey grows slowly less resentful and calms, still not exactly fond of either the farm work or Stretch's house/garden tending, but they don't really ask much of him and Edge is a good cook, and by the time Edge is returning to another market, Flowey starts to feel anxious.

It's not that he wants to stay, but he doesn't want to travel to Fell alone. For one, Tale is an incredibly large kingdom, it would likely be a few days trip without a carriage, and he isn't sure how to navigate it himself, and two, well, it's intimidating. The first few days alone were difficult, unpleasant would be a kind word for it. He doesn't want to make the trip alone, but Edge is more than unwilling to take him himself. He'd insisted he could simply set him up with an acquaintance he knows travels into Fell, but Flowey fears another betrayal the likes of which got him into this mess in the first place.

Months pass and Edge had long since started preparing for winter, telling Flowey now he would only be making a few more trips to other kingdoms before breaking for the cold months. This would be his last opportunity until spring. Flowey is conflicted, having grown...somewhat used to their schedule and his time with Edge and Stretch.

He lies and states he will go with Edge's acquaintance on the second to last trip he makes. Edge accepts this, and lets him know when that will be. Time seems to pass quicker from that point, and though Flowey was intending to simply do the same song and dance he always does about being to tired, etc etc Edge does something he hadn't expected.

He'd already told his acquaintance and introduces them, a fire elemental called Grillby, who is stoic but friendly enough, and Flowey puts up his best show of being cordial himself. He explores the market as they return to their business, but when Flowey ultimately comes back around the time to leave, he cannot find Edge. Grillby hands him the small package Edge had left for him and explains he'd gone already, and Flowey is shocked.

With no other option than to be left in Tale alone, Flowey goes with Grillby, put off and anxious. He opens the package, finding some of the butterscotch candies Stretch makes with an emergency fire starting kit and a letter bundled in a small, thick blanket.

It's short and simple, wishing him luck on being returned to his former self, along with something cryptic from Edge about hopefully not fully being changed back. He pulls the blanket around himself despite it being warm in Grillby's wagon and wonders if he'd made a mistake.

Over the next couple of days, Grillby is just as willing to help, if not more quiet than his previous hosts, and he tells Flowey they'll be heading into Fell the next day, and his good friend Blaze would take him the rest of the way to the capital. For whatever reason, Flowey finds himself growing more and more anxious at the thought of returning, contemplating trying to return to Tale to wait until Edge's last trip to the market.

It's later that evening when he overhears something he hadn't heard before. Edge had never explained to anyone who Flowey was, and he now understands why. His father, king Asgore, had been declaring war and viciously attacking neighboring kingdoms over the perceived death of his son, even though he doesn't know which kingdom was responsible.

Apparently, the past several months had been horrible on those affected, even Fells own soldiers, and it all could've been stopped if Flowey had only returned sooner to prove who he is and put an end to this madness. For a moment, he’s furious. If Edge had told him sooner he would've gone as quickly as possible, but then, he is quickly overwhelmed by fear.

What if he was attacked and killed before he could prove who he is? What if they don't believe him? Even if it all worked and Asgore called off his attacks, their kingdoms reputation would've been dealt an irreparable blow making future trade and discussion incredibly difficult. What if, even knowing he’s his son, Asgore doesn't call off the attacks anyway?

He’s overwhelmed and feels stuck. In the dead of the night, Flowey leaves. Despite the lingering threads of frustration, the only people he can think to ask for help are Stretch and Edge. He'd never before had a relationship with anyone that hadn't been centered around who he is, not only that but they're both intelligent, surely they could provide important insight...

Only, he’d underestimate his familiarity with the way back. He'd tried following the trail but it became impossible to make out at points, and soon, Flowey is lost. And this time, he is in the wilderness of the Tale/Fell border, making it significantly more dangerous than his previous "camping trip".

Days pass, and Flowey continues trying to find his way...anywhere. It's brutally cold after sunset, and were it not for their care package Flowey is certain he would've died the first night. He isn't certain he'll make it many more, especially after a day of rainfall, he can't even start a fire. The sun is setting, the sky growing darker, and Flowey has sheltered himself as best he can, resigned to whatever fate awaits him...

A sound startles him, something distant, something...familiar. He blinks his eyes open to find a dim light cutting through the darkness. It grows brighter in approach and Flowey shrinks back- until he recognizes the sound being called. It is none other than Edge's voice. Flowey scrambles, calling back and shaking with relief as Edge pushes aside the makeshift shelter, easily scooping Flowey up and quickly tucking him into his scarf.

He tries to speak, too many thoughts at once, but Edge hushes him sternly, telling him to rest. It's a command he can't resist, the warmth of Edge's body lulling him quickly.

When he finally wakes again, he is disoriented, wondering if he'd died or woken up home in bed and it'd all been a dream, only, he soon realizes he’s in a room he doesn't recognize, and he can hear voices nearby. It's not long before Edge comes in, reminding Flowey of what truly happened, and Edge asks how he’s feeling.

Everything comes back and boils up and Flowey accuses Edge of selfishly hiding a truth that had come to hurt so many.

Edge takes it on the chin and agrees, it was selfish, but he has his reasons. It's too complicated to explain, but what comes next is up to Flowey.

This makes him stumble a little, and reminds him of why he'd abandoned the return trip in the first place. After a moment, he confesses his worries, that he’s scared to go back and doesn't know how to fix all of this.

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Aaand the rest I'd rather keep ~secret~ in case I ever do write it all out. But I'm definitely imagining a mostly happy ending 👍

#brand new idea so I haven't ironed it out or anything but yea #<3 #sns fic stuff #spicyhoney #papcest #papship

[minachan95-written-works-on-ao3]

Title: If One Wasn't Enough Already… Chapter 7.

Fandom: King of Fighters

Pairing: Iori Yagami x Kyo Kusanagi

Characters: Kyo Kusanagi, Iori Yagami, Shingo Yabuki, Chizuru Kagura

Status: Completed (10 chapters) Summary: [The remake of 2 Kyos - 1 Yagami] [This story is set in between KOF96 and KOF97]

When everything seem to back to normal, Kyo has no idea about the new opponent lurking just around the corner, who might be a more intimidating and fearsome, than other foes. Who is this youngman? How did he got there? What kind of business he has with Iori? Read and find out.

AO3 Link

Some time passed. Finally, Yagami and the Kusanagi twins arrive at their destination place. Even if it was a quick trip, it was far from pleasant and peaceful for anyone.

The redhead had to persuade Kyos to sit together in the back seat because it was the only way to avoid the dramatic scenes and ruckus. Although, he could still feel the tension between these siblings because they could start a fight at any moment.

Fortunately, the Kusanagis have caused no problems aside from sitting as far as possible and ignoring each other. In the end, Iori hopes that this is the last day when he needs to deal with the two annoying, immature brats.

_______________________

After reaching the door of Kagura’s apartment, the redhead presses the doorbell. Soon enough, a familiar voice asks through the speaker ‘‘Who’s there?’’.

‘‘Just open the door, Kagura. There is something important I need to ask you. Or even better, see it by yourself.’’ Yagami replies in a slightly annoyed tone.

A couple of seconds pass. After the sound of an unlocked lock, this person opens the door.

As soon as the ebony-haired woman notices the third person next to Kyo and Iori, she raises an eyebrow ‘‘It’s unusual for you to show up together with the Kusanagi like this. And who is this person? Is this a new relative of the Kusanagi clan that I’m not aware of?’’.

However, the older Kyo indignantly responds ‘‘Oi, that’s rather a stupid ques- !’’.

Unfortunately, Yagami instantly shuts him up by covering his mouth and answering Chizuru ‘‘So we came for your advice. Maybe you would know anything about this.’’. In the end, she lets them inside.

After Kagura invites her guests to the living room, they sit on the couch.

When Iori sits in the middle of the couch, the twins join him and surround him. While Chizuru sits in front of them, she asks in a serious tone ‘‘I don’t understand. Is this some sort of joke? Who is this Kusanagi twin?’’.

Yet, the younger Kyo, who sits on the left side, defends himself ‘‘It’s not my fault that this freak showed up from nowhere and attacked me! Hell, he could also use the same flame as me.’’.

The older Kusanagi tries his best not to lose his temper and resist the temptation to roast his look-alike. After he rolls his eyes and takes a deep breath, he resentfully comments ‘‘I understand Yagami might be too dumb to realize that this thing is only a mere clone. But you… I thought you were smarter than that. Can you explain to that moron that this creature somehow survived the NESTS experiment? Maybe only then his stubborn ass will do something.’’

Just as the younger brunette is about to get up and open his mouth, he gets stopped by the redhead’s palm and his command ‘‘Sit! Just what you were thinking?’’.

Meanwhile, Chizuru is more and more confused.

As Iori facepalms, he complains ‘‘And this is what I had to deal with since yesterday. First, one idiot shows up and acts like an arrogant child. Then, another one storm in and throws a tantrum.’’.

After a moment, the ebony-haired woman comments ‘‘Perhaps, it’s the consequence of the Orochi’s broken seal…’’.

Suddenly, the older Kusanagi slams his palms against the coffee table ‘‘What!? Again? Ugh… Haven’t we beat his ass last year? For god’s sake, I thought these Hakkesshus were all fucking dead!… Okay, who is behind this time? Who the fuck is asking for trouble? Shit… I just escaped the living hell, and wiped out an entire herd of ugly clones and NESTS just for this!? For the love of the, give me a rest!’’.

As the Kusanagi widens his eyes and roughly breathes, everyone remains silent in the room.

In the end, Yagami covers his face and shakes his head while asking in a disappointed tone ‘‘What are you talking about? Did you hit your head somewhere?’’.

Of course, the redhead’s reply shocks the older Kyo, and he feels betrayed by these words alone.

‘Either he is doing this purposely, or he forgot what happened to them. Once this is over, that stupid Yagami will get what he deserves for acting like an ignorant fool.’ Or so, the brunette thinks to himself as he shakily clenches his palms into fists and cracks a nervous smile.

Meanwhile, the younger Kusanagi slightly moves away to the end of the couch as he questions life choices.

‘What is his problem? Why does he have to act like a victim and make such a scene?’ He wonders about his twin.

Suddenly, the older Kyo turns to Iori’s side and replies in a mocking voice ‘‘Well, excuse me if you were blown away and hit your empty head during the sealing process. Maybe thanks to that, you lost all your remaining brain cells, you fucking moron! Oh, or perhaps, when you got electrocuted also did a good job on you, and you lost all your memory?’’.

That’s it! It is the last drop of the redhead’s patience. He cannot allow being insulted by some Kusanagi brat. Unfortunately, he can’t finish him up at the same spot because of their current place and time. For now, Yagami growls at Kyo, who cracks his knuckles and is about to fight back.

Just before this escalated into a conflict, the shrine maiden quickly responds. After she stands up, she scolds these idiots ‘‘It’s not the time for the fight! You should save your strength before the incoming battle against the legendary demon. After all, the world’s fate depends on us, and we cannot fail. If I see even the tiniest argument between you two, I’ll lock you together in the same room until you get along.’’.

Fortunately, it got the attention of the Kusanagi twins and Iori, who only silently stared at Chizuru. For sure, this punishment sounds even worse than any imaginable torture. Besides, the redhead and the twins know it was wiser not to test this woman’s patience or else no god or devil will save them.

After she puts them into their place, Kyos politely apologized while Yagami indignantly turns away.

When Kagura sits, she calmly explains ‘‘Anyway, Yata mirror will show whether one of the Kusanagi could be the Hakkesshu clan’s secret servant or not.’’.

As she notices that the younger Kyo is stressed and confused, she comforts him ‘‘Yata mirror never lies and only shows the truth. So, don’t have to worry if you are Kusanagi.’’.

Suddenly, she makes big innocent eyes and asks the redhead ‘‘By the way, Yagami, you haven’t arrived on foot? Or have you? You see, my motorcycle is broken, and I left the Yata mirror in the shrine. So, could you drop us there?’’.

While she holds her palms together and closes her eyes, she patiently waits for the answer.

In the end, Iori realizes he has to play along if he wants to get rid of Kyos and never see them again. After he rolls his eyes, he sighs ‘‘Fine… If that means I don’t need to deal with you anymore.’’.

Lastly, Kagura delightfully replies ‘‘Great! It seems that you finally took this seriously.’’.

‘‘Whatever.’’ Iori silently murmurs under his nose.

More importantly, during this trip, there will be another adult person to monitor these twins. Or so, the redhead comforts himself.

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After a while, the Four Sacred Treasures arrive at Kagura’s shrine, and Chizuru tells Iori and the twins to wait outside. So that no one would disturb her while she contacts the spirits of the Yata mirror. And thus, the trio would need to survive without killing each other until Kagura is done.

Some time passes, and the ebony-haired woman finishes preparing for the ritual. The darkness fills the room. Yet, as she casts the enchanting spell, the platinum light radiates from the sacred relic.

As the vague image in the Yata mirror becomes clear, it shows all the wanted answers to this woman. Lastly, Chizuru widens her eyes and remarks in a shaky voice ‘‘It cannot be… Then, it means…’’.

Suddenly, the wind rustles the tree leaves around the shrine, and several crows fly away.

Meanwhile, the redhead is bored, and Kyos nearly falls asleep as they bathe in the warm sunbeams.

Yet, the slamming door interrupts the peaceful moment. After Kagura appears, she speaks up in a serious tone ‘‘I need you to gather inside the shrine.’’. For sure, whatever she saw in the mirror isn’t promising.

When everyone is inside, Iori sits on his knees and in the center of the Kusanagis. While Chizuru is in front of the trio, she announces ‘‘I’ve contacted the spirits of the Yata mirror, and it shows that both of the Kusanagis are the same person.’’.

As the redhead nervously cracks a smile, he shakes his head. ‘‘You must be joking, right? Are you sure that your mirror has made no mistakes?’’ Yagami asks in disbelief.

Yet, Chizuru keeps a serious look and replies ‘‘You should never doubt the Yata mirror.’’. When she stares at the brunette from Iori’s left side, she comments ‘‘This Kusanagi is the one we know, and he belongs to our world.’’.

After the shrine maiden looks at the Kyo from the redhead’s right, she continues ‘‘And this one is from a near future. Because of the strong force interfacing, he is stuck here. This Kusanagi must return to his timeline before another great disaster occurs.’’.

Meanwhile, the older Kyo refuses to believe what Kagura said. Firstly, he encountered his look-alike. Then, he gets treated like an alien. On the other hand, if this woman is right, it makes sense why no one believes him.

Suddenly, he gets returned to his senses by Chizuru’s questions ‘‘When did you arrive in this world? Whom else have you met?’’.

While the older brunette rubs his nape, he answers in an unsure voice ‘‘What are you talking about? I’ve always been there. Maybe your mirror got broken after Orochi’s sealing. That’s why it might only have the memory of me in the past. Therefore, it mistakes that cheap clone with me.’’.

Kagura only closes her eyes and exhales. After opening her eyes, she patiently explains ‘‘Kusanagi, do you know what year is now? It’s only the ‘97, and Orochi hasn’t been resurrected yet. You defeated it in your timeline, but not here. I saw what happened to you afterward - your disappearance and what you went through. However, none of this happened in our world.’’.

The more Yagami listens to this conversation, the more he is anxious. It’s already annoying to deal with one pesky Kusanagi’s heir. Unfortunately for him, thanks to an unexpected wanderer, his problems only double.

Lastly, Iori asks Chizuru in a demanding tone ‘‘What should we do about these two? If anyone sees them together, it will only cause trouble and unnecessary noise. There is no way that I let them live in my apartment any longer.’’.

Such questions only make the ebony-haired woman smile ‘‘Oh, but you don’t need to do this. Although, that was kind of you. The original Kusanagi can return to his home. On the other hand, the Kusanagi from the future has nowhere to stay, has he? So, could you let him stay for a bit longer at your place? Or at least until I’ll figure out what we can do to help him to return home.’’.

‘Oh no… Not again. Why do I have to be surrounded by the bunch of fools who keep using big eyes and get away with it?’ Iori murmurs as he accepts to carry his cross and take care of Kyo.

Meanwhile, the older Kusanagi teases Iori in a cheerful tone ‘‘Oi, Yagami. You don’t need to be so salty.’’ and keeps his smug face ‘‘It’s nothing that I’m going to eat you. Besides, that little bastard will be gone.’’.

As the younger brunette observes this scene, he stares at Kagura and addresses her while pointing at his look-alike ‘‘And you wanna say that this cocky bastard is me?! You gotta be kidding me. No way in hell that he is me! Nor did I let that crazy pyromaniac anywhere close to Yagami. That dangerous prick can snap his neck during his sleep! Hell, I don’t wanna that Yagami’s stupid ghost will haunt me! ‘Cos he will never leave me at peace.’’.

While the younger Kyo aggressively stares at his replica, the older one reflects that gaze and swooshes his hair.

The Kusanagi from the right side addresses Chizuru ‘‘That’s right! This lousy brat is not me. Even Shingo can make better flames than him. More so, he lacks my charms and skills and nowhere near has the grain of my power!’’.

For sure, such an insult shocks Kyo from the left. After standing up, the brunette’s eyes burn with pure rage for his opponent while he cracks his knuckles ‘‘You’ve gone too far, pal! Don’t tell me I haven’t warned you.’’.

When his look-alike stands up and thrusts his chest forward, he gives a mocking gaze ‘‘Oh~ You leave me no choice. I’ll roast your chicken feathers!’’.

At that moment, everything ceased to exist for these stubborn Kusanagis. Meanwhile, Iori uses this in his advance. Just as Chizuru was about to stop them, Yagami gives her the gaze saying that everything is under his control.

After the redhead stands up and steps back, he extends his arms at Kyos. Lastly, he smacks their heads ‘‘Will you stop fighting!? Shut up and listen to the adults!’’.

As the Kusanagis rub their heads, they speak up in unison ‘‘You asshole…’’. Fortunately, such an attack helped them to cool down.

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In the end, Yagami takes his leave and takes Kyos with him.

Fortunately, the redhead only needs to take care of one brunette instead of two. More importantly, it can be a good chance to learn more about him and what happens in the future.

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[leahblackk]

Despise

(Not my gif whoever made it thank you and I’m sorry)

Summary: Reader is new in the BAU, Spencer doesn’t like changes therefore he doesn’t like reader.

Couple: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Warnings: Fighting and jealousy. Brief mention of a dead body.

So again with writing challenges, this fic is for @imagining-in-the-margins’s enemies to lovers writing challenge <3 and this is my first time writing enemies to lovers so I profoundly apologize but I actually like it so much

Let’s count how many times they roll their eyes <3

Tagging: @measure-in-pain, @alexlovescriminalminds and @all-tings-diego

Would you be lying if you say you aren't scared of changes? Even just a little bit of the unknown or what those changes might bring you?

Sometimes those changes are for good, and sometimes… they are not.

Spencer would place the new agent as a bad change. Definitely a bad change.

After Alex Blake left the BAU and Spencer could adequately recover from his shot in the neck, Aaron Hotchner decided to bring a new agent to the team. Spencer, though, didn't want a new agent. He wanted Blake! Even if that sounds childish, he loved Blake, and he could finally have someone who could understand him, but she left, like everyone else.

He was upset, to say the least. He was distraught.

And he was even more upset when the new agent decided to act as she was lovely; Spencer knew she wasn't! She just tried to pretend to earn everyone's trust and then, maybe, stab them in the back as the bad friend he knew she was. He could see deep on her soul and nice fake eyes.

"Hello, Dr. Reid, it is nice to meet you," she smiled and waved at him.

She knew he didn't like shaking hands, and she didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable. Spencer's lips straightened in one line, without saying anything more and turning his head around to look at everything else but her.

She frowned but didn't say anything. She couldn't. They just literally met. He might be having a bad day, she thought. But after that encounter, he would have more and more bad days.

Instead of paying attention to that, she greeted the rest of the team, Spencer being the first she wanted to talk with as she may or may not have a slight crush on him.

Even if she ignored that, Morgan didn't, he knew his best friend, and he knew that would be the beginning of hell for her if Spencer didn't accept her soon.

He only wishes the best for the team.

…

The days passed, cases came and went, but Spencer's attitude with his coworker didn't. Y/n started to get tired of this, but she wasn't one to give up.

Cursed for one, bless for the other, Y/n's desk was next to Spencers. She could hear him passing the papers around and the sound of his pen moving in said papers. She tapped the table, feeling anxious. She had a question, but she wasn't sure if Spencer would be the perfect person to ask.

She turned her head around to him. He was concentrated and didn't look at her, but Spencer did notice her staring, and he only hoped she would stop before he had to comment on it.

But she didn't.

And Spencer got tired of it. His hands stopped, and he took a second to breathe in before turning his head around and looking at her with the blankest face, no emotion at all, "Do you want something or do I have something on my face that distracts you from doing your work?" he said with venom.

She frowned, she was slightly hurt, but she wasn't going to show it. But Spencer noticed the flinch of her eyes, "I, um," she breathed out, "I just had a question," she didn't dare to look at him. His eyes dug a hole in her soul, and not in the way romance novels talk about, but in the most horrible way possible.

Spencer sighed, obviously annoyed, "What it is?"

"I just," she tried to look for the correct words.

Spencer rolled his eyes, "You just what?"

"I-I have um, some chocolate glazed donuts with sprinkles, and I wanted to know if you wanted some. There are a lot, and I don't think I can eat them all by myself," she explained.

Spencer frowned, "That was the question that kept you from doing your work?"

She nodded, the words choking on her throat, "Y-yeah. Sometimes I just have something on my mind and can't keep up with the work," she explained, her voice getting smaller.

"You shouldn't. That's unprofessional," he stood up and walked to the conference room.

Y/n sighed out and kept working.

Why was he so mean?

She shook her head and took the donuts out to give them to her coworkers. She meant what she said about the donuts, but she wanted him to take them instead, deep, deep down.

…

Spencer entered the break room with a cup of coffee. No one was there except for Morgan, who was eating a donut. Spencer's favourite, to be precise, and he knew who had given them to him.

"Are you seriously eating her donuts?" he said, annoyed. Morgan laughed.

"The real question is, why aren't you? They are your favourites," Spencer looked away, "Did Y/n finally snapped at you for being so mean to her?"

"No, she didn't!" he defended, "I rejected them myself. I don't want anything coming from her."

Morgan raised an eyebrow and stood up, "What's your thing against her? I would understand if she were mean, but she is the nicest person I have ever known."

Spencer shook his head, "She is just pretending! And what annoys me the most is that you are greeting her with open arms like nothing," he explained. Morgan's face changed, and Spencer thought it was because of him finally understanding his point, so he proceeded, "She is absolutely annoying. I don't tolerate her near me, and she is pretending to be so nice when I know she isn't. Besides, I don't even know why Hotch wanted her in the team when more people are capable of this job! In the last case, she almost cried when she saw the body. If she can't handle that, I don't know why she joined the FBI."

Morgan kept looking behind Spencer quietly, and he knew then, she heard everything.

He expected her to run and cry like the crybaby she was, but instead, she spoke, "That's called empathy, asshole. Something I can easily see you don't have," Spencer turned around, surprised. That was the first time he heard her cursing.

"What's your problem?" Spencer said with annoyance. She just cursed at him!

She chuckled without any humour, "Oh, what's my problem? Well, maybe you shouldn't be complaining about me like the little child you are, and instead, you should have the guts to tell me what you think in my face,  don't you agree, Reid?"

Spencer chuckled too, giving a step forward, "And I thought you were a profiler, Y/L. You should've read my body language and figured it out all by yourself."

Y/n give a step forward too, facing each other, "Oh, I did read it. I just thought you were being a whining, spoiled little brat-bitch who didn't have what he wanted because daddy brought another person to the team."

"Oh, so you did know I despise you, and you still were all over me like you were obsessed or something."

She laughed, "You wish I were obsessed with you. Sorry to humble you, Dr. Reid but not every person wants to fuck you."

"But you wanted to, didn't you? That's why you wanted to be all nice with me."

"It's called kindness. You should try it sometime."

And then Morgan knew it was enough. He stood in the middle of them, "Hey! Could you stop it?" he said, looking at them. Their eyes were full of anger, and they could tear each other apart at any minute, "You two are being totally childish right now. This is not the place or the moment. If you want to fight, do it after work."

Y/n rolled her eyes and left without anything more. Spencer rolled his eyes as well and crossed his arms, looking at Morgan, who looked at him disappointed, "What? She started it!"

"Now that's a lie. You did start it when she first joined the team. She just got tired of everything. Besides, you were talking bad behind her back, and she had every right to defend herself."

Spencer was offended even if, deep down, he knew he was right, "Seriously? Are you gonna be on her side now?"

"I'm not gonna be on anyone's side. You two have to work things out by yourself before everything comes too much."

Spencer knew he was right. He never took things this far, not even when he didn't like Emily back when she joined the team. But he was a proud man, and apparently, so is she.

There was something about her that just made his blood boil.

…

A new case came to their door. And you might think that made Y/n and Spencer stop their despise for each other, but apparently, nothing was going to stop them.

Spencer and Y/n were paired as a team, just them, as a slight push from their boss to get their shit together, but nothing worked.

Y/n entered the crime scene opening the door, Spencer following just behind. She closed the door in Spencer's face while she looked back and smirked, still walking.

Spencer shook his head and opened the door to enter the house, following her, "That was very immature," Spencer murmured.

"And you're unprofessional talking about personal stuff when you should pay attention to the crime scene."

"Oh, I thought being the unprofessional one was your role in this."

"And I thought you were a genius. Sad. We both got disappointed."

Spencer rolled his eyes, "Oh, so you admit you are unprofessional?"

"Oh, so you admit you are a dumbass?"

"Agents," the officer greeted the pair in the middle of their silly fight. Y/n turned her head around and smiled at him.

"Hi, I am agent Y/n Y/L, and this is agent Spencer Reid," she said. Y/n knew what she was doing. She knew Spencer despised when people called him an agent instead of doctor.

"I am actually Dr. Spencer Reid," he corrected.

"Right, follow me," the officer said.

"Unlike you, I am smart," Spencer whispered while they followed the old man.

"Nice. Next time I will ask."

…

Reid and Y/l made their way back to the precinct. This time, Spencer was in front of her and opened the door to let her in first, she walked in a little confused, but Spencer regretted it when he realized what he was doing. He was so used to opening the doors for everyone that he forgot he just opened this one for one of the people he despised the most.

"Are you bringing back your gentle manners, Dr. Reid?" Y/n joked. Another thing he didn't like about Y/n was the way she said his name, not precisely Spencer. She has never used Spencer with him. But the vibrations of her voice made his stomach upset.

"I didn't know you were a lady," he answered with a fake smile.

"I am. I'm just not with people like you," she said, both walking to the conference room ready to start in the geographic profile.

"So there are people out there who realized you aren't as nice as you pretend to be?"

"Actually, there are a few, very few people who are on my list to hunt down as soon as I leave the FBI, and you, Dr. Reid, you are in the first line and marked with red."

"So scary."

"Oh no, don't worry, Reid, it'll be quick."

"Are you threatening me with death? We are in a precinct Y/n, not the smartest move," Spencer said, preparing his markers and standing in front of the board with the map.

"I certainly am not. I'm just saying, Spence, if something happens to your leg, again, it wouldn't be my fault."

Spencer turned around. She was writing something in her journal, one he noticed she carries around in every scene and takes notes, he wouldn't admit it out loud, but that is an intelligent move, especially if you forget things quickly as she does.

But that wasn't the reason he turned around, rather it was the name that slipped from her lips so delicately and so smooth and quiet you might leave it be as nothing happened, but then he heard it.

Although he didn't mention that, "How do you know about my leg?" The curious tone was visible in his voice.

"I read a lot," she murmured and kept writing without looking at him. For some strange reason, he hated the fact that she could answer him without looking directly at his eyes. He couldn't do that.

"So you are basically a stalker?" he chuckled.

"And basically, you have the ego too high, Dr. Reid," she looked up. Back again with Dr. Reid, "I investigate things about the people or the job I'm gonna be in to be prepared. Even though the internet didn't mention how much of a pain in the ass you would be."

Spencer's mind went back then when they first met, she didn't shake his hand or intended to do so even, but she did with everyone else. She knew he wasn't a fan of physical touch, and she didn't even think about doing it in the past days. Spencer knew he would use something like that to annoy her, yet she didn't.

He softly smiled. She frowned and spoke, "Why are you smiling?

"You look me up," he said, joking around, and his voice may or may not have had excitement.

"Does that excite you in some way, Dr. Reid?"

Spencer turned around and looked at the map, even if his mind was somewhere else, "Of course not. I just think it's funny."

"You are a lousy liar," she laughed, genuinely laughing.

Spencer smiled and said nothing.

He despises her so much.

…

The hours passed, and it seemed almost impossible to figure out the profile, which slowed down the investigation even more. Wrappers and paper bags next to cups were on the table, but nothing seemed to work.

Y/n sighed and wrote something in her journal. Spencer looked at her, and something quickly lit upon his mind, "Give me your journal," he stretched his hand to her and waited.

"Why?"

"Just give it to me."

"Ask nicely."

"Give me your fucking journal so we can figure this case out, is that better, spoiled little princess?"

Her breath got cut, the nickname slipping out of Spencer's lips, and Spencer noticed that, he was about to comment on it, but she spoke first like she always does,

 "First, you have severe anger issues, dude. You should work them out, and secondly, I am most certainly not a spoiled princess. Otherwise, I'd become you, and we don't want that, do we?" she smiled, fake smiled.

Spencer rolled his eyes again, took the journal out of her hands, and opened it to start reading.

Once there, he noticed her messy handwriting and bad spelling. Yeah, it was definitely her journal, he turned around to comment, but an officer made its appearance in the door frame. He had almost long curly blonde hair, he was tall, not more than Spencer but nearly, he was fit, not like Morgan, but he had worked up and had green eyes.

Green eyes.

He remembered Y/n mentioning her like for people with green eyes.

"Agents, I'm agent Johnson, and I will try to help you out with the case in, well, case you need anything," he smiled. Spencer noticed how his eyes were rather on her than anything else.

He bit his tongue, trying not to say the bad thing, "I don't think we need help," he slipped out.

Yeah, the tongue thing didn't work.

Y/n looked at him with a frown, "Excuse my partner, agent Johnson. Come in," she mentioned, and Johnson smiled, sitting next to her, where Spencer was before.

Why was she so nice to him? It didn't make sense.

"Call me Shawn, please," he stretched his hand to meet hers. Their hands wrapped around, and Spencer looked away.

"I'm Y/n," she answered with a smile.

"Beautiful name," Shawn said, kissing her hand.

"Thank you, my mom, pick it for me," she quickly said, and Spencer rolled his eyes. If that was her way to flirt, no reason why she was single.

 After Shawn left and the team came in, Hotch spoke, "How is the profile?" He only hoped things got a little better between them.

Y/n was about to speak, but Spencer did first, "We don't have much which wouldn't happen if Y/l wasn't unprofessionally flirting with the agent Johnson for half an hour," he accused.

Y/n looked at him, "What are you talking about? I wasn't flirting. He was!"

"Yeah, all the smiles, laughter, and whispers said otherwise," Spencer crossed his arms and looked at her.

She chuckled, "I don't know what your problem is, Reid, seriously. Should I apologize because someone actually has an interest in me?"

Spencer laughed without humour, "Interest? Why would they? You are actually not interesting at all, not even a little bit. It actually surprised me he flirted with you," he said with venom and was about to say something more, but he saw the flinch in her eyes, one he hasn't seen since he rejected her donuts and then, her eyes got glossy.

"Reid, that's enough!" Hotch spoke, everyone else just stared at something else, the situation being too tense, "You two are officially out of this case until you get along, so you decide if you want to start doing it or stay at home in every case."

Spencer didn't look at Hotch. His eyes didn't leave her, he knew that was her limit, and he regretted the words, but he wasn't going to apologize. Her eyes didn't look at him, but then she wiped away the tears on her cheek and looked at Spencer with so much anger and even hate, "I hate you, Reid. I'm sorry it took me so damn long to fucking realize it," Spencer gave a step backward, his eyes now flinching.

She left the room, and Spencer sighed, looking at the floor while everyone else made their way out of the room. Morgan stayed.

Hate.

Hate.

She hated him.

He knew she despised him. He was annoying, but hate? Hate was a strong word. Hate was such a strong word to use as well it was love and-

"Kid," Morgan said, "Why did you act all crazy?" he softly asked. He could see Spencer’s brain working on what just happened.

Spencer shook his head, "I don't know. They were flirting, and she didn't concentrate on the case, their laughter and his compliments, ugh, I just hated it."

Morgan smiled, "You were jealous."

Spencer looked up and frowned, "Jealous? No. I-I wasn't jealous!"

Morgan nodded, "You like her, Reid."

"No, I don't like her! She's annoying and loud, and she asks about everything. She can't even spell sometimes, and I think the way she bit her lip when she is concentrating is frustrating!" Silenced, after that there was silence, Morgan smiled, realizing he was correct and Spencer wrong, "Fuck," Spencer let out before grabbing his satchel and leaving the precinct directly to the hotel, only hoping he could talk to her.

…

Spencer, out of breath, knocked on the door, waiting for her to open. He heard movement on the other side of the door, and his heart stopped. Waiting and waiting.

The door opened, and there she was, red eyes and obvious tears. She rolled her eyes at him, "Cant you just leave the fuck alone, Reid? It wasn't enough to say how boring I am in front of the team for you to come back and to want to repeat it?" her voice was numb. Spencer's heart broke.

"I-I can't leave you alone. I just can't," he confessed.

She frowned, "Why? Seriously, Reid, just leave me alone," she was about to close the door, but Spencer came in.

"I-I can't leave you alone, and I despise you with my entire heart, and you're so annoying that frustrates me," he let out.

She chuckled, "You finished?"

"No, because I know you despise me as well, but you know why I can't leave you alone because you have the same reasons not to."

"No, Reid. I don't know, enlighten me," she said with annoyance.

He stepped forward, "You are irritating, I swear. I have never met someone who made me feel this way. This is why I can't leave you alone," Spencer said and grabbed her waist to pull her in and pulled his lips on her. His grip on her waist passed to her hips and put her back against the wall while he grasped her as she would eventually fade away. Their lips moved with passion and love in a harsh yet loving way.

She pulled away, "I hate you so much," she said with difficult breathing and eyes closed.

Spencer smiled, "Can you shut up for once?" He kissed her again, "If this was the only way to make you shut up, you should've told me sooner, and we wouldn't have this problem."

"You've been dying to kiss me. You can't pretend," she laughed.

"Yes, you are right. I can't," and he kissed her once more, his grasp on her hips still firm. She laughed, "You laugh because you know the way you make me feel," he gave her a quick kiss, and he started whispering, "How my blood boiled when you were with that officer. I'm on my knees for you, and you fucking love it," he connected their lips together again, she smiled in the middle of the kiss.

"Yeah, you're right. I fucking love it," she answered.

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[whiteqnn]

PURE [5] - Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader

A/N: It’s been a while.  

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PURE [5]

“Did you guys find anybody?” Felix’s voice sounded out when the man repeated the same question for what seemed like the third time since he joined the call. The number of players showed 7 of them, which meant that they were still missing three people. Sure, they could start the game now, but it would be way more enjoyable and funny with a full lobby. 

“Yeah, Toast will be here any moment. “Sykkuno replied right away. “He just texted me; he should join us in a few.”

“Cool. Anyone else?” 

“I think Corpse was also supposed to join us, right? Not sure though why he isn’t here yet.” 

“Oh, yeah, Corpse will be here soon too!” Jack suddenly chimed in with an explanation. ���He said he needed to take care of something first, but he’ll be here before we start.” 

“Great. But that means we’re still one person short.” Felix hummed when Toast’s little astronaut appeared in the lobby “Hey Toast."

“Hey man.”

“Do you have anyone coming?”

“I’m afraid not. I asked MrBeast, but he’s busy, so...”

“Well then, we can just start when Corpse is here, and maybe we’ll find someone in the meantime?” Dave suggested, earning a few hums of approval from the other players. 

“Yeah, I think that’s the best option...” Jack agreed. But then his voice blared out in everyone’s headphones with excitement. “Ha! Corpse is bringing someone!” 

“Who?” 

“I dunno, he just texted me he has one coming and that’s all.” 

“Hm, all right. Let’s wait then.”

***

Corpse fidgeted with his phone, glancing between its screen and the chat in his stream. People were already asking countless questions, but rather than answering them, he was waiting for Y/N to call him. He was nervous - the girl still hadn’t commented on his request. 

The idea to invite her to the lobby wasn’t spontaneous. In fact, he’d been thinking about it for quite some time now, but never found the courage to actually ask if she would like to join them for the game.

It’s been almost a month now since that memorable phone call. A month since Y/N last played with her friends; a month since she considerably reduced her social media usage. 

Sure, she was still active on her youtube channel, but not as much as before the whole haters situation. No matter how hard she tried to just ignore them and simply continue her career, she just couldn’t. There were still these nagging thoughts at the back of her mind, reminding her of all those people and their comments, their messages. It seemed like a good idea to take a short break and sort everything out.

Her fans understood it. They were obviously sad that her videos weren’t as frequent as before, but everyone knew what the situation looked like and that Y/N needed some time for herself. 

Her audience knew it, and so did her friends. Especially Corpse. 

The man kept his word and talked to the girl whenever she wanted to. Which, in the end, was almost everyday. Although at the beginning their conversations mostly focused on her current problem and dealing with it, their topics broadened over the time. 

At one point though, Y/N started worrying that maybe she’s annoying him with her so frequent calls. She thought that she shouldn’t bother him that much - even if talking to him was what really helped her cope with her problems. He already had enough on his plate, and sharing her own concerns with him suddenly seemed like a very selfish thing to do.

But she quickly realized how wrong she was for thinking like that. When one day she didn’t call, figuring out that she should stop troubling him with her own issues, she was very surprised when Corpse reached out to her himself. He expressed how worried he got when she didn’t call, and when she explained what was the reason, he spent the next fifteen minutes lecturing her that she should never think she’s bothering him. 

From that day on, they talked every single day. And they talked about almost everything.

Corpse enjoyed their late night-talks more than anything. He liked to listen to Y/N talk about the things she finds exciting, her hobbies, and her dreams. Hell, she could talk about what she ate for breakfast, and he would still listen with interest. 

And even though they haven’t seen each other in person, even though she still hasn’t seen his face, they managed to get really close during those past weeks. For an outside observer (who also didn’t have access to Twitter) they would seem like a couple of very good friends.

But not for Corpse.

He couldn’t pinpoint when exactly did it happen. They were talking one evening and Y/N was telling him about the TV series she had finished watching recently. He listened intently and watched as her facial expressions changed from excited to frustrated, as she was enumerating everything she liked and disliked about the series finale.

And then he suddenly got this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach, and simply couldn’t take his eyes off her. 

He tried to play it off and act as if nothing changed, but he couldn’t stop his heart from doing backflips whenever she laughed at one of his dumb jokes or called him partner. It was still a running joke between them and among the group of their friends, but there was something in the way she said it that made him instantly smile like an idiot. 

He also started paying more attention to the hashtags on Twitter and Instagram. #PartnersInCrime was still rather popular, even though it was a month since anyone last used this phrase on stream. Corpse also found out that #Y/Nforthebride was trending for some time; he even managed to stumble across a few fanarts. 

There was this urge to send them to Y/N, but he was too nervous that it would make things awkward between them... After all, he didn’t know how she felt about that whole shipping thing. 

That’s why he decided to just leave things between them as they are, and be happy that he’s at least her friend.  

Corpse nearly jumped out of his skin, when he was brought back to reality by the sound of an upcoming FaceTime call. Y/N’s photo appeared on his screen, her smiley face which he had assigned as her contact photo. His lips corners curled up in a smile almost unwittingly. 

“Hey Y/N/N” he said after answering the call. 

“Hi Corpse” she smiled softly upon hearing his voice. Although the screen on her side was dark, she didn’t mind not seeing Corpse’s face. She respected his wish to remain faceless and enjoyed their conversations anyway. 

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Just editing the new video. I guess I’ll upload it in the morning... but I’m not sure yet.”

“Well let me know then, I wanna be the first one to see it.” 

“Sure thing, Corpse” she chuckled, lowering her gaze bashfully. Corpse just looked at her face for a moment, unable to stop smiling to himself. Then he remembered why they were talking in the first place.

“So... have you seen my text?” Y/N sighed at his question but nodded her head slowly. “And what do you think?”

“I don’t know, Corpse...” she ran a hand through her hair in a nervous gesture. “...if that’s a good idea, I mean.”

“Well, it’s been a while. No pressure though, if you don’t wanna play then it’s totally fine.” he quickly clarified. “I just thought it would be fun if you joined us, even if just for a moment. I’m sure everyone would go crazy.” 

Her smile widened slightly at his words, but she still didn’t look convinced. Sure, it was tempting to join them. She wanted to do it each time Sean or Felix bombarded her with messages and codes to the lobby, both inviting her to join the group in the game. But then she remembered how people reacted to her appearance in their streams... and suddenly it didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore.

“We’re gonna play on Polus...” he added after a moment when she still didn’t say anything. “That one map with the planetary base... there’s a lava pit, y’know. Just saying...”

She laughed wholeheartedly at his words, remembering their last game when Corpse jumped into the lava for her. 

“Sykkuno’s gonna be there as well” Corpse continued. “And I promise I won’t kill you this time.”

“Even if I’m the last player alive?” she joked.

“Even then, Y/N.”

Corpse stifled a laugh, as she cocked her head to the side and narrowed her eyes slightly as if trying to spot him in the darkness. 

“Are you streaming, Corpse?” she then asked.

“Not yet. I’m gonna start the stream as soon as you say yes, though.”

“Oh c’mon” she laughed at his words “That’s emotional blackmail!” 

“Maybe. Is it working?” he asked.

Y/N let out a heavy breath and ran a hand down her face. Corpse watched in anticipation as she seemed to have some internal battle with herself. He hoped that she’s gonna agree, he really missed playing with her. 

“All right, then.” she suddenly said, and his breath hitched in his throat. “I’m gonna stay for a few rounds I guess...”

“Wait, really?” he asked, a smile on his face only widening. 

“Well, yeah, partner.” she replied, which made his cheeks go warm “Your imposter techniques haven’t been very effective lately... Someone needs to help you out, or you’re gonna lose your title of the king of the Imposters.” 

“Oh, is that’s how it is now?” he laughed in fake shock. “I wouldn’t have to worry about losing the title if my accomplice hadn’t left me all alone!” 

“All right, all right.” she giggled at his accusations. “Your accomplice is on her way to support you.” 

Corpse smiled even wider at the sound of her laughter. Her eyes shined with happiness when she was giggling, which only brought out their E/C color. The fact that his stupid babbling was the reason for her smile was making him feel extremely proud of himself.  

“But just so you know... I still have no idea how this map works, so I’m afraid I’m gonna need you to guide me around it...”

“Y’know you could as well just say you want to hang out with me...”

“Corpse!” she laughed, her cheeks blushing in embarrassment. 

“Just kidding Y/N” he chuckled at her reaction. “Of course I’m gonna guide you, don’t worry.”

“Okay then...” she said after a moment, looking at the screen again. “I’ll be there in a few minutes. Will you send me the code, please?”

“Sure I will, Y/N” 

“Okay. See you later, partner” she smiled brightly. 

“See you, partner.” 

When Y/N ended the call, Corpse let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He sighed in relief and ran a hand through his hair, before moving to sit behind his desk.

It was only after he started the stream that he realized he was blushing. Not only because Y/N would join them, but because there was also another thing he wanted to ask her about, but didn’t find the courage to yet... 

***

By the time Y/N turned on her computer and started the game, Corpse has already sent her the code, and there was a Discord invite waiting for her as well. She bit her lip nervously as her heartbeat quickened. 

Was she nervous? As hell. 

She did everything she could to avoid being in unnecessary spotlight since she started receiving those hate messages. Perhaps escaping the problem wasn’t the best solution, but it definitely was a comfortable one. People wouldn’t have a reason to hate on her if she disappeared. 

But then she couldn’t say no to Corpse. And truth to be said - she really missed playing with her friends. From what she’d seen on Twitter, the lobby would be filled with those she’d already played with, so she wasn’t that nervous before the game. What she was nervous about though, was how people would react.

Accepting Corpse’s request was something she did due to the sudden rush of courage. And now there was no coming back.

She knew Corpse would understand if she changed her mind... but she heard how excited he was when she had agreed. She couldn’t do it to him. 

So, once she’d taken a deep breath and put her headphones on, Y/N accepted the invite and braced herself for the inevitable chaos that was bound to take place in the call. She decided to wait with joining the lobby though - at least until they realize she’s with them. 

“..the fuck you’re talking about?!” Felix’s voice was the first thing she heard, which made her roll her eyes with a smile. “It’s not my fault I sound like that! At least I don’t have a liar voice like Rae!” 

“HEY!” the girl yelled “I don’t have a liar voice!”

“You do, you’re using it even now!” Jack argued, much to Rae’s dismay. 

“What is going on here” Corpse’s deep voice sounded out suddenly. 

“Oh, you’re here! Finally” Sykkuno immediately welcomed him with his always happy voice. 

“Yeah, sorry that I’m late guys.”

“No worries, man” Pewdiepie spoke up again. “We were just talking about playing the voice card and that you’re basically the only one who can do it.” 

“Not fair at all!” Rae chimed in, making Corpse chuckle. 

“The voice card...” he hummed after a moment, before adding. “I wouldn’t really say I’m the only one though...”

“Well who else then? Everyone else either starts laughing or have a liar voice” Dave asked, and Rae scoffed at the last words.

“Well what about my guest?”

Y/N inhaled sharply, realizing that now she should probably reveal herself. 

“Oh, right! Who you’re bringing man?” Sean asked with curiosity.

That’s when Y/N typed in the game code, and her white astronaut appeared in the lobby. 

“Wait, who’s- HOLY SHIT” Sean all but yelled, when realization hit him. Y/N laughed loudly at his reaction, and her voice only seemed to prove to everyone that she really was there. 

“KIDDO WHAT THE FUCK” Felix reflected Jack’s response, yelling over his friend.

“Oh my god, hi!”

“What a surprise!” Y/N managed to catch Sykkuno’s words. “It’s so amazing to have you here, Y/N/N!” 

“As I live and breathe.” another voice spoke up, and Toast’s little astronaut came face to face with her white bean. “My lifelong nemesis. Back here snap my neck again, huh?”

“Yeah, happy to hear you too, Toast” Y/N giggled at his words, then she adressed the whole group. “Hi guys.”

“Okay I did not expect that in the slightest” Sean laughed happily “You’re here kiddo!” 

“I am” she smiled from ear to ear, even though they couldn’t see her. 

“Wait- Corpse, is that the thing you had to take care of?” her best friend asked Corpse with suspicious voice. 

“Well...” he trailed off and cleared his throat, making everyone laugh.

“That’s so great Y/N! We missed you so much!” Rae thundered over the bickering of the boys. “The game hasn’t been the same without you...”

“Agreed. I suddenly stopped dying.” Toast commented, making her roll her eyes with a laugh. 

“I don’t know if I should be happy or fucking scared right now.” Felix laughed nervously. “With Corpse and Y/N? We’re fucked now, guys.”

“I promise I’ll go easy on you, I haven’t played in so long I think I forgot all my strategies...” 

“Yeah, sure.” Toast’s forever suspicious voice made her smile wider. “Just don’t kill me in the first roung, okay? I won’t vote you off just stay the fuck away from me you little murderer.” 

“Okay, I promise I won’t kill you...” 

She couldn’t stop herself from laughing, and the smile remained on her face even when they started the game. It only seemed to widen, when she saw the sign Imposter on her screen. 

Only to giggle hysterically when she realized that Toast was the other imposter...

And so the game went on with Y/N and Toast cooperating like perfect serial killers. Corpse did as he promised and guided her through the map, both of them being closely followed by Sykkuno. Because of that she’d just sabotage the map most of the time to give Toast opportunities to kill their friends, but eventually managed to sneak out when her two fellow crewmates were doing their tasks. It just so happen that Pewds was walking past her, and she might’ve accidentally snapped his neck... 

“Goddamnit! I knew it! I fucking knew it was you!” Sean yelled once the game was over and Y/N saw the sign VICTORY on her screen, her small character standing next to Toast’s one. He was ejected at some point because Poki managed to walk in on him killing Rae, but Y/N remained undetected until the very end. Perhaps the fact that Corpse was one of the two crewmates who were left alive had something to do wtih it...

“That was rude” Pewds said in a whiny voice, clearly referring to their encounter which led to his death. “I was just happily walking around, doing my tasks like a good crewmate, and then boom! Y/N happened” 

“I would say I’m sorry... but I’m really not” she laughed, making Felix gasp in shock.

“That’s what happens when you work with Toast!” 

“Good game, Y/N. That was amazing” the man in question said appreciatively. 

“Will you finally forgive me for killing you that one time if I say that being imposters with you was cool?” she laughed nervously. 

“Actually... Yeah, I guess we can bury the hatchet now. AND we should team up more in the future.”

“Great!” 

“Excuse me, what?” Corpse’s voice made the whole lobby laugh. “I don’t remember us cancelling our partnership, Y/N.”

“Corpse...” 

“Are you trying to steal my accomplice from me Toast?” 

“Well she’s a great partner in crime after all...” Toast deliberately used the phrase, making Corpse gasp.

“Hey! She’s my partner! Find yourself your own, Toast” Corpse joked, making Y/N laugh bashfully, her cheeks warming up at his words. 

“Yeah yeah, I remember, don’t worry man. No one’s gonna take your partner in crime away from you...” Toast’s teasing voice made them all laugh, Corpse and Y/N included. 

For the next few rounds Y/N played as a crewmate, running around the map with either Corpse or Sykkuno and doing her tasks. During meetings they joked and laughed, and for a moment, she stopped thinking about what people watching her friend’s streams might think about her presence. After all, there was at least a small chance that they didn’t think about it at all, and simply enjoyed watching their favoirte youtubers. Just as she enjoyed playing with her friends. 

Oh, and by the way, Corpse kept his promise and didn’t kill her even when she was the last player alive...

It was soon time when everyone started slowly leaving the lobby, having played for over three hours. Y/N also said her goodbyes to the others and promised that she’d join them to play a game called Raft next week. 

When she turned her computer off and threw herself on her bed, Y/N immediately grabbed her phone to call Corpse. He answered right away. 

“Well hello, partner...” she rolled her eyes with a smile when he accented the last word. “Or should I say, traitor, instead?” 

“Corpse... you know I would never betray you...” 

“Well how can I be so sure, now that I know how cool it is to be imposters with Toast?” she knew he was joking, she could almost hear the smile in his voice.

“Not nearly as cool as it is with you, Corpse” Y/N grinned from ear to ear when Corpse scoffed. 

“I spare your life so many times and that’s what I get in return? You cheat on me with Toast?” he said in disbelief “I’m disappointed, Y/N, I really am.”

“I would never!” she laughed through her words, even though her cheeks were now red because of Corpse’s words. “You’re the best partner in crime, Corpse, I wouldn’t trade you for anyone else!” 

Not only in the game, she thought.

“Hmm, alright. Let’s say I believe you.” he said after a moment of thinking. 

“I mean it, Corpse...” Y/N said after calming down from her laughter. “I... I really wanted to thank you.”

“Thank me? For what?” he asked, genuinely surprised. 

“Well, first of all for inviting me to today’s game... I really had lots of fun, it was great to play and talk with the others. And I wouldn’t be in the lobby if not for you...” Y/N mumbled, before verbalizing her previous thoughts. “And I also wanted to thank you for just... you know... being my friend. My real life partner in crime. I just wanted you to know I’m really glad I met you...” 

Corpse was silent for a good few moments, and Y/N started panicking that maybe she said something wrong, or maybe he found her spontaneous confession funny, or worse, dumb. She was almost ready to somehow laugh it all off, when his voice cut her off.

“Thank you, Y/N. It really means a lot to me too.” he sounded like he had some troubles with speaking, which made Y/N furrow her brows in worry.

“Is everything okay, Corpse?” 

“Yeah, I...” he stuttered, then laughed nervously. “I just didn’t expect that and... yeah. It’s not something I hear on a daily basis, especially from someone like you.”

Someone like me? 

 “But what you said... it’s mutual.” he said after a moment, and Y/N couldn’t stop herself from grinning like an idiot. “You’re the best partner in crime I could ask for. And not only in the game.” 

She could as well just pass out there and there...

“So uhm... there was one thing I wanted to ask you...”

“Yeah?”

“I was wondering if maybe... you know, if you’d have some time... and if you’d want to of course... would you maybe like to visit me here in San Diego?”

Yeah, passing out seems like a good idea. 

***

This is not the last part. 

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[babyboibucky]

The Match - Part 9

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky brings you and Mackenzie with him to an important meeting.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Uhhhh hmm work tension, sexual tension, idk Bucky and Mackenzie being annoying as usual lmao

A/N: ALSO I know I haven’t mentioned what the fuck Bucky’s company is all about because c’mon, I didn’t expect I’d get this far lmao so IDK there might be continuity issues or inaccuracies or whatevah, just ignore it lmao it’s fiction. ANYWAAAY, I just want to say how GRATEFUL AND OVERWHELMED I am with the amount of attention that this series is getting. I appreciate every feedback, every ask and every freaking debate about this shit lmfao. I love you guys. I can’t put into words how much I appreciate you all askcnasjkcnak bye

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

Don't let Bucky or Mackenzie get to you.

Mark's advice rang in your ears like a chant as you watched Bucky and Mackenzie's exchange about the project. Joining them in the conference room for a major brainstorming session was you and a couple of people from your team with Beverly taking down the minutes of the meeting.

The upcoming project was a huge one, given that Barnes Group of Companies was a huge name in the automobile industry. Meanwhile, Wilson Enterprises is one of the biggest autonomous vehicle technology companies out there. This partnership was one for the books, possibly an industry changer too.

You wanted to be a part of it, wanted to spearhead the entire thing and watching Mackenzie take the reigns on this one was truly making your blood boil.

"That sounds like a nice idea, Kenzie." Bucky praised, nodding his head.

Mackenzie shrugged, "It's what I do, Buck." she said.

"Yeah, it's a great idea. I do have some comments though, if you don't mind?" you asked.

Bucky and Mackenzie exchanged glances before turning to you. You glanced at Bucky for a quick second before ignoring the way he was eyeing you with genuine interest.

"I know that bringing in a celebrity to endorse this brand new model would definitely create noise around the partnership. Although I think that would take the spotlight away from the actual product we're creating here. We want customers to focus on the brand new car model and the technology that Wilson Enterprises will be providing it with, not on the celebrity endorser." you explained.

Mackenzie hummed, "I get where you are coming from. That's a good point, actually. But a celebrity endorser will pretty much do everything for the brand. Have him up on billboards and different advertisements and you're all set." she further explained.

You chuckled, "But then how will people understand what the entire partnership is all about? Aren't we supposed to be communicating a certain message to our consumers? Wouldn't it be better to hold an event to launch the product instead? Invite the press and key opinion leaders to spread the word. Have Bucky and Mister Wilson talk about this partnership. They're famous and powerful enough to get the message across. Why waste the budget on a celebrity when we literally have everything we need to make noise?" you shrugged.

The entire room was silent after your feedback, even Mackenzie wasn't able to respond to your suggestion. Glancing over at Bucky, you saw that he was giving you the look-- the one with half-lidded eyes matched with a head tilt, the one that often resulted to him giving you a very nice reward once office hours are over.

Feeling your breath hitch in your throat, you quickly looked away and shrugged your shoulders, "I mean, that's just my two cents. Having worked here for years, I just based it on my experience. You're the expert here, Mackenzie." you offered a proud smile.

Mackenzie tried to brush it off and turned to Bucky, "What do you think, Buck? I'm still into the idea of hiring a celebrity. That's good publicity. And let's not get worried about the budget now," she said, placing a hand on top of Bucky's that was resting on the table, "I have a lot of connections so I can definitely get an endorser for a much lower rate." she reassured.

"We may have a huge budget for this, but that doesn't automatically mean that we have to use it all up. We can allocate it somewhere else, maybe start a CSR campaign as well? We are, after all, coming out with an environmental-friendly model." you suggested.

You heard Bucky when he took a sharp inhale, bringing his hands up to rub his lips as if in deep thought. He then turned to Beverly, however, his eyes remained on you.

"Take note of everything she says." he reminded her before standing up.

He asked everyone else in the room of their opinions, whether it was your or Mackenzie's idea that the company will go for. The team was divided in half, some of them preferring Mackenzie's celebrity pitch probably because they didn't want to do a lot of work.

Bucky nodded, "Well, I guess we'll have to discuss both ideas with my partner Sam and let's see where we will go from there. I have a meeting with him this afternoon, I need you and Kenzie with me there." he said, looking at your before turning to Kenzie with a charming smile.

Don't let them get to you.

-

You've never wanted for the ground to swallow you up until this moment as you stood behind Bucky and Mackenzie in the elevator. This felt so much more uncomfortable than when you shared it with Bucky after swiping right with him on Tinder. There was still tension and it felt so much worse now because you didn't know whether it was between you and Bucky or him and Mackenzie.

Fucking Mackenzie and her nicely manicured nails which always seemed find its way around Bucky's arm. You eyed her hands as they squeezed his arm, the both of them talking in hushed voices as if you weren't standing behind them.

"I've been dying to try this restaurant, I heard they serve good food. Do you want to go have dinner there sometime this week?" she asked Bucky.

"I'll check my schedule, which restaurant is this?" he asked.

When Mackenzie uttered the name of that restaurant where you celebrated your promotion, you and Bucky choked on your own spits at the same time. Warmth crept up to your cheeks at the same time Bucky's ears reddened.

"Oh, what's going on?" Mackenzie asked with a nervous chuckle as she looked at you and Bucky, struggling with your coughs.

You recovered first and shook your head, "Sorry, I get allergies. Anyway, I've been to that restaurant. They do serve good food, the staff was very hospitable as well. I'm sure Bucky would enjoy it there." you said with a smile, pushing your way past them when the elevators door slid open.

Mackenzie asking Bucky whether he was up for dinner was the last thing you heard. Good luck explaining to her why he's banned from there, you thought to yourself.

Bucky led the way to his car and it instantly brought certain memories back. You weren't going to lie, you missed the fucking and how Bucky always made sure to take care of your needs. Seeing his car was enough to make your thighs clench at the memory of him fingering you as he drove.

His gaze was on you when he opened the door to the passenger's seat, his eyes inviting as you approached him. And just as when you were about to slip in, he turned over to Mackenzie and gestured for her to get in.

What a fucking asshole, you thought to yourself as you took a step back to ride in the back instead. You tried to keep your expression stoic when you saw that Bucky checked for a reaction. He seemed perplexed when he saw that you didn't react that much to what he did.

One hundred points to Gryffindor.

-

The location for the meeting was at a nearby restaurant so you didn't suffer that much during the entire ride. Mackenzie was busy with her phone anyway, typing out messages with those manicured fingers you were beginning to hate.

By the time all three of you arrived, Sam was already there. He donned a navy blue suit and he was rocking it. You'd seen his photos on the internet and knew that he was good-looking, but seeing him in the flesh, you were stunned at how gorgeous he was. Sam stood up when he saw Bucky, offering a kind smile to you and Mackenzie.

You weren't sure whether you were just being assuming or what, but you noticed how his eyes lingered on you longer that it did with Mackenzie.

"Sam." Bucky greeted, shaking his hand before introducing you and Mackenzie.

Sam shook Mackenzie's hand first before he turned to you. You took his hand and introduced yourself, "Mister Wilson." you said.

"Please, just Sam." he told you as he gently squeezed your hand before letting go.

"Have a seat." Sam said to Bucky and Mackenzie before pulling out the chair next to him, motioning for you to sit down.

You thanked him and sat down; straightening up, you were met with Bucky's watchful gaze as he sat down across you. Your attention was taken away when Sam asked what you wanted to order, he even suggested a certain dish and immediately went to discuss that it was his favorite thing to order.

This was going to be an interesting meeting.

And interesting it truly was, because you didn't expect for Sam to be so laid-back and easy to communicate with. He wasn't one of those uptight CEOs who were very intimidating to work with. Simply put, he was the complete opposite of Bucky. While Bucky was ice cold, Sam was sunshine and warmth with his attitude.

When it came down to pitching your and Mackenzie's ideas to him, you suddenly got nervous. Sam wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth; from what you've read, he started off working regular jobs before he climbed his way to the top. He was a self-made man and he had extensive knowledge in the marketing industry, having a doctorate degree in the said area.

Mackenzie was the first to discuss her strategy about hiring a celebrity endorser. She said it was fast and straight to the point. When it was your turn, you started off a bit shaky but eventually found your pacing.

"We wanted to ask you how this should go on about. I know that the offer for a partnership came from our end and that we're supposed to pitch the details for it. But we wanted you to be involved in this as much as we are." Bucky further explained.

Sam nodded and let out an amused chuckle, "I really appreciate this, Buck. I was going to ask you if I can contribute with the planning as well. I'm very particular when it comes to marketing our products." he said.

"That being said, I loved both ideas. I think hiring a celebrity endorser is good." he said, making Mackenzie smile proudly.

"But I would rather hold an event to launch the product. You understand the product and what we want to do with it. It's not just a brand new car, it's an innovation and the messaging is very important. I'm very impressed." Sam said, his attention geared towards you.

"Wow, I'm honored." you laughed. "Coming from you, I mean I've read about the marketing studies you did. Pretty big deal to receive a compliment from you." you admitted.

It was meant to be a genuine reaction, really. You had no ill intentions for it, you didn't do it to make Bucky jealous or get the upper hand. However, your passion for your career and area of expertise seemed to favor you. It had Bucky on edge, seeing you and Sam get along so well.

You didn't even need to check for Bucky's reaction because he simply cleared his throat and excused himself to go to the restroom. Mackenzie seemed unbothered though, when Sam favored your pitch over hers. You couldn't read her, sometimes she'd come off competitive but right now, she was unaffected.

When Bucky got back, he was quick to finalize the meeting, "I guess it's a done deal then. We'll work on the details of the launch and maybe we can set another meeting for the major presentation for your approval?" he asked Sam.

"That sounds like a plan. I'm looking forward to working with you." Sam told everyone, although he did seem to be directly addressing you.

"Alright, I'm leaving too." Mackenzie announced after Sam left the restaurant.

"Oh, you're not heading back to the office with us?" Bucky asked.

Mackenzie shook her head, throwing her bag over her shoulder, "I have another meeting. You know how it is with freelance work." she said as all three of you stood up to head outside of the restaurant.

"My Uber's here, I guess I'll see you both sometime this week." she said and waved at you before turning to Bucky and pressing a kiss on his cheek.

"I'm counting on that dinner, okay?" she reminded before slipping into her Uber, leaving you and Bucky to head back to the office together.

Alone with Bucky. In his car. The exact same car where plenty of fucking happened. Again, you chanted Mark’s advice in your head over and over again.

Don’t let Bucky get to you. And most of all, don’t cave in.

You quickly slipped inside the front seat of Bucky’s car before he could even open it up for you. The air was thick between you and Bucky and it almost felt like it was suffocating you. Reaching for the seatbelt, you tugged at it but it wouldn’t budge. Cursing to yourself, you tried again but to no avail.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky asked.

“Nothing. Seatbelt’s just stuck.” you grunted, using both your hands to pull down at it.

“Here, let me.”

Suddenly, Bucky reached over to your seatbelt and tried to fix it. His face was inches away from yours and you literally felt your insides jump at how you were immediately drowned in his perfume. If you moved forward so much as half an inch, your lips would already be pressing against the corner of Bucky’s mouth. And that thought was sending your senses into overdrive.

Do not. Cave. In.

The loud click of the seatbelt made you relax and thank goodness that Bucky was quick to move away from you, fixing his suit before starting the engine. The office may just be nearby but the fact that you and Bucky were together was making it feel like it was going to be an hour-long drive.

“So what do you think about Sam?” Bucky asked out of the blue.

He was gauging you, trying to get a reaction from you. Maybe he was expecting you to be flirty with your response, or be defensive even? You weren’t going to give him that.

“I think he’s great. Like I said, I’ve read his marketing studies and they were very insightful. I learned a lot.”

Plain, simple and safe. There was no hidden meanings and no malice; you were doing great at this whole not letting Bucky get to you thing. You made a mental note to thank Mark for his advice.

“He seems interested in you.” Bucky said again, shrugging his shoulders a bit and trying to be as nonchalant as he could.

“Well we are in the same field of expertise and I was very straightforward about admiring his skills. I’d be disappointed if he brushed off my ideas.” you slightly chuckled.

“I liked Mackenzie’s idea better, honestly.” Bucky blurted out.

By this time, you had Bucky’s plans figured out. He was coming for your job, using it as a bait to get a reaction out from you. He knew how much your career meant for you, how competitive you were in your field. Whenever his other tactics wouldn’t work, he’d always go for the career aspect.

“It was good.” you agreed, turning to Bucky with a small smile. “I think we can do that for other campaigns. Just not with this partnership. I like her.” you said.

“You do?” Bucky asked in surprise before he cleared his throat upon realizing that he sort of broke his facade.

You shrugged, “She’s a headstrong woman. She reminds me of myself actually.”

If you were alone, you would have given yourself a high-five because that statement truly made Bucky think. His forehead creased as he drove, his hand rubbing his chin and his jaw clenching as if he was in deep thought.

It was silent inside the car for a brief moment, before it was interrupted by the trilling of Bucky’s phone. He fished it out of his pocket but before he could even answer it, it slipped out of his hand and disappeared beneath his seat.

“Fuck.” Bucky cursed, both his hands on the steering wheel as he continued to drive, his attention divided between driving and searching for his ringing phone.

“Shit.” he hissed again, not knowing how to get his phone while driving. He quickly glanced at you before focusing on the road again. “Baby, can you get it for me?”

You almost missed the term of endearment. Almost. It was obviously a slip of the tongue because he genuinely didn’t seem to realize that he called you that. Bucky was more focused on the road rather than processing what he just said. You chose to ignore it the same way you did to the butterflies that erupted in your stomach.

“Yeah, okay.” you said and reached over to him, bending down to look for his phone.

In a split second, your face was right in front of Bucky’s crotch as you tried to reach beneath his car seat. You tried to ignore the bulge that was staring right at you and let your hand do the searching.

“Can you reach it?” Bucky asked.

You straightened up, “No. Can you pull aside?” you asked.

Bucky checked the surroundings and then the rearview mirror, “We can’t. We’re at a no loading and unloading zone.” he explained.

The phone continues to trill and it doesn’t seem like it would stop any time now. You sighed and removed your seatbelt before stretching your body over Bucky, slipping underneath his arms on the steering wheel so you can fully reach under his seat.

From another car’s view, you looked like you were giving him a blowjob. Not that you haven’t done that before, in this same car.

Finally, you felt his phone at the tip of your fingers and stretched further, your free hand coming to grip Bucky’s thigh unintentionally. It was only when you felt his muscles flex beneath his trousers that you realized how near your hand was to his crotch.

“Did you,” Bucky cleared his throat. “Did you get it?” he stammered.

You still have a certain effect on him, how very nice. Biting back a smirk, you hummed in response before pulling back and then handing him his phone casually. Mackenzie’s name was flashing on the screen as the phone continued to ring.

“Sorry, can you answer it and put it on speakerphone?” Bucky asked again.

You shrugged and did as you were told, holding the phone near Bucky as he continued to drive.

“Hey, Kenzie. Sorry, I dropped my phone. What’s up?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah, so my meeting got cancelled at the last minute. I was thinking maybe we can grab that dinner tonight instead?”

Bucky stole a quick glance from you but your face remained stoic, your hand steady as you held out his phone.

“Sure, how does around 7pm sound? I can pick you up.” Bucky offered.

“Sounds great. So are we checking that restaurant I was talking about?”

Bucky’s ears turned red again but he quickly recovered, “I was thinking of trying out a different one. I honestly didn’t like their dessert.”

Huh, that was weird. You and Bucky didn’t even make it to--

Fuck, he was talking about you, you realized. Clenching your jaw, you tried to keep calm. He was trying to get a rise out of you, don’t give in. Don’t react. Bucky’s conversation with Mackenzie didn’t last long and ended when they settled the location for their dinner.

The ride back to the office was quiet again, until your phone lit up from a notification. Bucky was already parking in the basement when you checked your phone, an audible gasp slipping past your lips upon reading the notification from LinkedIn.

Samuel Wilson wants to connect with you.

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[buckymylove]

Just kiss me - B.B.

Collegestudent!Bucky x collegestudent!reader

Prompt: *sees ex* "shit, kiss me" "what?!" "Just kiss me" 'what the-" you cut him off, smashing your lips to his. (Enemies(kinda) to lovers)

Warnings: mentions of a bad ex (no descriptions), alcohol (reader is of age), crowded space?, lots of Fluff.

Word count : 1,200

A/n: Hi!!! This is my first fic ever! So it's probably crap and it's definitely terribly written but it's just for a bit of fun, hope you enjoy! Xx

Please do not translate on steal any of my works! Reblogs and likes are welcome if you would like! X

It was a Friday night, you and your friends were hanging out at a bar not far from the college campus. Your roomates and best girlfriends Nat and Wanda were over on the dance floor with their boyfriends, Steve and Sam, and since there were only 6 of you that went tonight, that left you at the bar with Bucky Barnes, much to your dismay. You'd only just arrived but of course your so called best friends immediately ditched you and left you with, who you considered to be your arch nemesis. (but you never said that in front of Nat cause the last time you brought it up she just rolled her eyes and mumbled something about being a "dramatic ass" which you did not appreciate) It wasn't that he was a bad person, you knew he wasn't, he was just the most annoying pain in your ass ever and had been ever since your first year of high school.

You let out a long sigh before waving over the bar tender to get you some sort of alcohol that you know will be necessary in order to survive a night with Barnes.

Bucky leans over to you and you suppress the urge to roll your eyes.

"Whats got your panties in a twist"

Ugh. Here we go.

"Leave me alone Barnes, if i knew i'd be stuck with you all night, I wouldn't have come."

"Ouch, you wound me doll" he says with his hand on his chest, feigning offence.

You can't hold it back any more and roll your eyes. 'Oh and Natasha calls me dramatic' you think as you look down at the drink that was placed in front of you and then back up at the bar tender and nod in a casual thanks.

"Don't call me that" you say in the most bored tone, after having said it nearly everyday for 8 years. You know he'll never stop, which you suppose is the only reason you still say it, because not that you would ever admit it, but you would hate for Bucky to stop calling you that.

He completely ignores your comment (as usual) and looks at you with a sly grin.

At the feeling of being stared down you groggily lift your eyes from the straw that you're twirling in your drink and meet his eyes. You raise an eyebrow, silently asking him to explain what ever mad shit he was thinking.

He stands up and offers a hand to you.

"Would you care for a dance m'lady?"

You cringe at the hideously awful attempt at a British accent and tried to cover your amusement. You hesitantly take his hand and let him drag you to the dance floor. You know theres no point in fighting it so you figure you'd get a little tipsy and sway around with Bucky for a bit. After all, it was a Friday night and you needed to have some fun, even if that meant dancing with your 'nemesis'.

You and Bucky mindlessly dance around for a couple of songs until a slower one starts and he jokingly twirls you around.

You sway together for a bit and at one point you turn your head only to spot your ex boyfriend, Gregg, standing round a table near the entrance. You turn back to Bucky with a panicked look.

"Oh shit"

He looked over your shoulder to see what you were looking at then turns back to you with a confused expression.

"what?"

You take another quick glance over your shoulder to see your jack ass ex looking over at you.

"Ugh Shit shit shit...kiss me"

Bucky looks at you with wide eyes "what?"

"Ugh shush just kiss me"

"What? Why would-"

You cut him off, grabbing his face and crashing your lips to his. You feel Bucky tense and it takes him a few seconds to react. Once he's registered whats happening, he lets his body relax, and brings his hands up to rest on your waist. Your hands fall from his face and wrap around his neck. As you feel yourself get lost in the kiss you momentarily forget that your in a crowded bar and that the kiss you share with Bucky was meant only as a distraction. The kiss was dizzying, and makes you wonder why you and Bucky hadn't stopped your useless bickering and tried this years ago. You feel his hands tighten on your waist and you let out a small whimper, which you instantly regret and pray to whoever's listening that the loud noise of the bar covered your mistake. As if Bucky Barnes needed anyone else to feed his ego, and letting him know you actually enjoyed the kiss? No way, never, because you don't like him like that. You don't...

You pull away only to see that your prayers were not answered as you watch Bucky's face turn from, flushed? (No, he can't possibly have liked that, shut-up) to smug as a cocky smirk slips onto his face.

'No no no, please no' you think to yourself as you stare at Bucky, wide eyed, and face as red as a tomato as you realise you actually want to kiss him again.

You're broken out of your daze when Bucky opens his mouth once again.

"So you liked that huh"

You groaned and dropped your head against is chest. Great. So he did hear you.

You looked back up but refused to meet his eye. "Oh shut up, I only did it coz Gregg over there saw me" you nodded your head in the guys direction.

It was then that you managed to look at Bucky and see that his eyes immediately softened and the cocky smirked was replaced by a somewhat sympathetic look at the mention of your ex boyfriend. Bucky was a pain in your ass but you were still friends, so when you mentioned Greggs name Bucky felt his chest tighten, and anger bubble up inside him. He knew what you'd been through with that piece of shit and he hated the guy for it, because you were Buckys friend of course, and he cared for you as a friend, definitely just a friend...

You looked down at the floor and Bucky felt his heart ache.

"Hey" He gently nudged your chin up with his hand.

"You ok?"

You looked up at him once more to find nothing but genuine care and concern on his face and you can't deny that it warmed your heart.

You gave him a small smile. "Yeah im okay" and you really were. Its not that you weren't over Gregg (You definitely were, he was a horrible person) it's just that he put you through a lot so seeing him brought up some uncomfortable memories for you, but honestly? You felt safe and at peace right now. Sure, seeing him had panicked you at first, but being in Bucky's arms, also knowing that Sam, steve, Nat and Wanda were all close by was comforting.

And thats what made you realise.

You were still in Bucky's arms.

You felt yourself tense from the realisation before relaxing as you noticed that it wasn't uncomfortable at all. It felt... right? You let your head rest on Bucky's shoulder, with a small smile on your face, you looked up at him. He made no move to pull away, and looked down at you with a mirroring smile.

Once he knew that you were actually ok he let the cocky smirk return to his features.

Your smile turned bashful and you turned into him to hide the blush on your face.

"So you are in love with me? I knew it" Bucky said with the most typical arrogant-asshole tone you had ever heard.

You tried to hide your face as it turned a deep crimson. "ugh, you wish Barnes"

"Yeah, yeah I do wish"

He said it so quietly that you almost missed it over the roaring sound of the bar. Almost.

You brought your head off his shoulder to look him in the eye. Completely denying to yourself that he had said what you thought he'd said.

"What?" Your matched his volume, your voice barely above a whisper, mostly from pure shock. You refused to believe that this Greek God of a man actually had feelings for you. Unless... no. It literally wasn't possible, maybe he was just playing a joke on you? Yeah, that had to be it.

Asshole.

" I do wish you were in love with me. It'd be a dream if you finally felt the same"

"Huh?" You said, much louder this time, completely baffled at this turn of events. You searched his face for any sign that he was teasing or just anything that didn't show he was being dead serious, but you didn't find anything. You realised whilst looking at him, that you'd never seen him like this before. Ever. He looked so... vulnerable.

It wasn't quite the reaction he was expecting but then again he'd spent the most part of 8 years convincing you, you were just as much of a pain in the ass to him as he was to you. So he tried again.

"Y/n, im serious. I know we act like we hate each other but I've spent years pretending and I really just have to tell you." His eyes are pleading as he looks at you, his hand comes up to gently rest on your cheek whilst the other keeps its loose grip around your waist, making sure you're comfortable and also making sure you know that you can get away easily if you need to. "This isn't just another joke, i promise, I know I've been an ass but I wouldn't mess with your feelings like that"

You feel tears stinging in your eyes as you stare at him completely in shock but also ecstatic that he feels that way about you.

"Bucky, I don't get it, if you really like me then why be such a pain in the ass all these years?" You both share a light chuckle at that.

"fine i'll admit, I could've been a tiny bit nicer over the years-"

You give him a pointed look but can't help the giggle that escapes you, that he follows with his own chuckle.

"But! But you have to admit it was kinda a two way thing" your both still laughing as you say "Well yeah but you started it! I was totally ready to try to be friends with you but I believe one of the first things you said to me after steve introduced us was "suck it up sweetheart and put on your big girl panties"

You almost burst out laughing as you watched him cringe at the comment from his past self. Truthfully, he took one look at you back then and thought you were drop dead gorgeous. It only got worse when instead of dropping at his feet and sucking up to him like the majority of other girls and guys at the school, you actually stood up to him, you weren't afraid to tell him to fuck off and honestly? Bucky thought You looked adorable when you were mad. And he told you as much now.

"Im sorry! Ok" he said laughing along with you.

" you were gorgeous and didn't suck up to me like other people, i just wanted your attention" he admitted the last part sheepishly with a blush on his face which let you take over his cocky attitude, but once Bucky noticed this he immediately flipped it around.

"And honestly sweetheart? You look adorable when you're mad." And just like that you were once again reduced to a blushing mess and he took back his much to arrogant smirk.

"For the record? I think this blushing thing is adorable too babydoll"

You find that your belly erupts in butterflies at the pet name contrary to your usual reaction.

"I can't believe I've waited so many years to do this" he whispered and with that, he leaned down and took your lips in his, in a gentle, loving kiss which you happily returned.

Ok so maybe Bucky Barnes wasn't too much of a pain in your ass anymore, but he still had his moments. You would never admit it but now those moments just made you fall for him harder.

A few feet away from you, at the now slightly less crowded bar, sat your four friends with the most shit eating grins on their faces.

"Hand it over man" Sam held out his hand to Steve expectantly and Steve groaned.

"Damn it Wilson! It wasn't meant to happen for at least another year"

"Nah these two idiots were due to figure this shit out years ago, I can't believe it's taken this long" Wanda says looking at you and Bucky with a soft smile.

Nat just smirks, being the only one that knew from the very beginning, right from when Bucky told you to "suck it up sweetheart", that you two idiots were bound to fall in love.

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[totiredtowrite]

Bully

Warnings - cursing, himbo reader (and that means muscles so if you don't got those jus pretend), sorta mean sakusa, extremely self indulgent so reader is shorter, kind of risque sometimes but it's sfw (like everything on my page)

Note: I did it bc mean sakusa and I am down bad for bullies

Cough bakugou cough

Male Reader - Fem Readers DNI like at all, I'll block you. It's not that hard to understand.

It doesn't take much to get on Sakusa's bad side.

Be annoying, be gross, be handsy, and he's already got you in his bad books.

You though. You, apparently, decided to take it the long way. Of course he noticed. It would be hard not to, if you've got a wide eyed, muscular, puppy of a boy following you around. In class, you had your eyes on him. At practice matches and games? There too, in the front row. You always peered at him, watching what he did, wide eyed and innocent.

He's no psychological genius, but he can just tell. He can tell that you want him to look back, that you want him to notice your very obvious pining. He doesn't know why he found it so agitating. Maybe he just didn't like how blatantly you looked at him, if that made sense at all. You, being so airheaded, only seemed to chase after your goals like a dog. Biceps the size of his head, yet not a coherent thought in yours. Maybe you were more complex than that. Still, Sakusa had no mind to find out.

It's like he could see it, the non existent tail wagging behind you.

So, he started small. Why not give you the attention, right? He tried to be nice at first. He really did, but it was just so easy. You'd get ecstatic whenever he even asked you a question about school. (Which is the nicest thing he'd done). He came to find out that any insults he threw your way went right over your head. Why not take advantage of that fact?

"You know Omi, you can't pick on him forever." Komori sighed. You've been admiring him from the second year, Komori knew that. Apparently though, only in their third year did Sakusa notice.

Sakusa scoffed. "I don't pick on him."

"Yeah, you kind of do." Motoya shrugged, throwing the can that was in his hand in the trash. "Why're you so mean to him anyways? S'not like he's doing anything to you."

Sakusa momentarily paused. He wouldn't admit how he doesn't know just why he hates you. He was certain, every time he saw you, that he wanted to be so mean. Push you around, make you look at him with nervousness and shock through teary eyes. So certain, but then he saw you smile or bounce on your heels excitedly, and he'd feel like taking you somewhere far away where you didn't need to be tainted by the world.

Yeah, none of that was very characteristic of him.

So, of course, he just settled with a simple "I dunno."

Knowing not to push it any further, Komori didn't say anything else.

Their walk was short and brisk. They were only headed to the library, needing to pick something up, so the trip shouldn't be too long. Sakusa didn't need anything really, he just wanted to go along. Another uncharacteristic thing for him, but it's not like he had anything better to do.

School let an hour ago and practice was cancelled. He wasn't just going to sit around. (Motoya forbade him from practicing on his own. Some "take a break sometime" or "don't overwork" bullshit). Doesn't mean he won't go out though.

Approaching the glass doors of the library, Motoya tilted his head slightly. "I only need a couple psych books." He explained, absentmindedly opening the door and walking in. Sakusa nodded, following him in. He didn't go to the public library much, settling on what the school had if he needed anything. Still, he found the place rather comforting.

"Go find a table. I'll meet you in ten minutes maybe? Fifteen?" Komori's voice dropped in volume a bit.

"Sure." Sakusa said.

His cousin have him a grateful look, turning and walking off, presumably to one of the upper floors where the school related books were.

Sakusa sighed through his mask, turning on his heel to go find a table. They were in the west part of the library, surrounded by some bookshelves. Finding a somewhat secluded one, he dropped his bag down on the table and slid into a chair. With another sigh, he turned his attention elsewhere.

From where he was he could see two more tables that were farther away from his, as well as more bookshelves.

He let his gaze wander and glaze over in thought. Why was he so mean to you? After all, the only things you've ever done was watch him with stars in your eyes. He knew a multitude of people who would gladly have an admirer like that. Well, maybe not Ushijima, (who was out in college by now), but at least he wouldn't pick on them.

And speak of the devil.

His sight caught on you at one of the two tables in his vision. Along with...one other guy. He furrowed his brows. Has he seen you with him before? Maybe. What were you doing together? We're you...no, there's no way you were even into guys. Well, not that he would know. You were smiling at him. More turmoil brewed in the pit of his stomach.

Your friend, (he hoped it was your friend), patted your head, saying something he couldn't hear. It's like Sakusa could see the folded puppy ears on your head. His air was getting progressively darker and more threatening. Why was he even getting jealous? Some childish notion, maybe. He didn't like that you were giving such adoring attention to someone else.

Your friend, who had taken his bag, was well out of sight by now. Kiyoomi could only assume that he left. You turned away from the door, scribbling a few things down in a notebook. Sakusa's seen that notebook. You used it in class.

He tapped his foot, a hand coming up to his chin. He looked annoyed, if anything. You didn't even seem to notice him there, which further irked him.

Sakusa turned on his phone to check the time. It's only been five minutes. He wasn't sure how much longer he could sit here for. How is it that you only caught his attention when you weren't vying for it? At this point, Kiyoomi was so used to you hovering around him, practically begging for his attention, that when you weren't it was...different. Different and not even remotely okay.

That combined with how you were relishing in the company of some 'friend' earlier, and he was livid. He felt the need to prove that you only wanted his attention, that you only needed his attention. He knew he wasn't acting , or thinking, like himself. He acknowledged it, and he ignored it. Hell, you didn't even know he was there! There was no reason for him to react so intensely.

He checked the time again. Three more minutes have passed.

He shoved the chair out, (rather harshly), to stand up. Upon hearing the noise, you turned your head up to see him approaching you.

"Sakusa-san!" You squeaked.

"(L/n)." He said back. His voice was low, threatening. You nervously watched him slam his hands down in the table in front of you, black eyes focused on your face.

"What do you-uh, want?" You smiled at him, practically buzzing in excitement in your chair. The library chairs were a little tight, your thighs pressed flush together. Sakusa let his eyes wander, eventually landing your face once more. You, noticing his gaze, laughed slightly. "The chairs are a bit of a tight fit, huh?"

"(L/n)." He says again, leaning in further. "Who were you just with?" Why was he asking that? He didn't care. He just wanted to know. Morbid curiosity. You shuffled in your chair again. He moved around the table, a slow, stalking act. You sat rigid in your chair.

"You know him right?" You turned, standing up. You rested your hands against the table, rocking back against it in a nervous, jittery motion.

"No," He said. His hand was on the back of your chair, the only thing separating you. "Mind explaining?" He moved the chair harshly. You pressed back into the table further.

"Just-He's a good friend!" You looked up at him, grip on the table tightening when he moved in closer. In truth, he wasn't sure why he was doing any of this. It was like something possessed him, blowing his minor jealousy out of proportion. He wanted to prove that you only gave him those adoring looks, he wanted to have his hands on you.

Your breath hitched in the base of your throat. He placed his hands by your sides, leaning in a bit closer. "Sakusa-san?" You laughed habitually to take the edge off, wide eyes sparkling up at him. This time, his breath caught in his throat. You looked so...innocent. So open.

You didn't know what to think. You knew you weren't all that emotionally intelligent. Even still, you could tell that something was up. On any normal day, he'd just comment on your lack of sense or bump into you a little too hard. Really, usually he just ignored you.

"A good friend," he echoed. You nodded, watching with uncertainty when his right hand lifted to your head. The butterflies in your stomach felt like a warning, a 'DANGER' written in blaring red lights. It was hard not to melt, though, when he gingerly pet your hair. It was where your friend had his hand.

You leaned into his touch. It almost burnt, but in a good way. A way that made you want to walk right into the fire and stay there. He narrowed his eyes. What was he doing? His grip turned harsh, clutching your hair in his hand.

You let out a startled whimper. He pulled your head back slightly, making you look him in his eyes. His free hand pulled his mask down. "Why do you look so shocked," he whispered. It didn't sound meek by any means, it felt loud enough to you. "You wanted my time right? My attention?"

You nodded best you could, excitement buzzing through you again. He let go of your hair, hand moving down to the base of your neck. Surprisingly, he didn't feel disgusted. If anything, touching you, it felt...oddly good. It's like he could keep his hands on you forever.

His gaze drifted down to your lips. Pretty, soft looking, quivering. Sakusa's hands were big. not big and muscular, no, more lithe. Long. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, other fingers still on the back of your neck. "So pretty," he murmured. "Such a pretty boy." He didn't think to sing the praise. It just slipped out. Not like he was going to make a move to take it back though, not when it's escalated this far.

His hand was warm. Surprising, as it seems like he's the kind of guy to have deathly cold hands. You rubbed your muscular thighs together at his words. Noticing the movement, he let out a shaky breath. You felt it on your lips. His breath, unsurprisingly, was minty. Cold.

You whimpered again, leaning in. You could see every little detail of his face. The moles above his thick eyebrows, the small cracks on his lips. So close. One gust of wind and your lips would connect. His eyes lidded, reciprocating your movement and-

"Am I..uh, interrupting something?"

Sakusa practically jumped off of you. "No! No, you're not." He quickly regained his cool. Motoya nodded, brows raised in suspicion.

"Well I've got what I need. Ready to go?" He said.

Sakusa nearly bolted back to where he had set his things, pulling his mask back up onto his nose. "Yeah. Fine." He pulled his bag on his shoulder. Motoya waved to you. You knew that he saw some of it, at most. He turned to walk away, Sakusa following in suit behind him.

Before he left your line of vision, he shot one last glance your way. You weren't sure how to read it, though you could at least see the lingering desire in his iris.

With that, he left your sight, leaving you disheveled and confused against the table.

~

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never needed // colby brock

A/N: so fun fact about this fic is that i came up with it last year back in november. it was around the time me and my ex best friend stopped being friends. i was really in such a rough headspace, and i think the concept shows it. i just finished writing it today and wow... i still feel this way to some extent, but not fully (thank god). also i literally cried while writing it today so there’s that. hope yall enjoy this one. i'm trying to post a bunch of fics since this coming week is my bday (the 14th). no guarantees, but i'm trying my best to put out at least six things. let me know what you think of this one. see yall later :)

prompt: colby has been ghosting you for a while, just when things were starting to get good between you two. after a week of ignoring you, he’s finally ready to talk. || fem!reader x colby brock

trigger warning: angst, cursing, heartache, crying, honestly this one is really sad so sorry about that, happy ending tho

word count: 2331

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"Are you fucking kidding me?" I groaned to myself, staring at my phone.

Colby was still ignoring me, something I had grown accustomed to this week. He had ghosted my calls and my texts. He turned his read notifications off too, so I had no clue whether or not he had even seen my messages at all.

Everything had been going great between us. We had met a couple years back and hit it off as friends right away. I always thought he was attractive, and our friendship was always really flirty; so much so that fans thought we were together. And then finally, something clicked a couple months back. I wasn't sure if it was the accidental drunken kiss we shared, or just a built up of feelings, but we finally decided that maybe we should test out an actual relationship.

We promised each other we would take it slow, both of us still heartbroken from our previous relationships and our general trust issues. But these past two months, we went into overdrive, actually taking the time to feel each other out as boyfriend and girlfriend.

And for the first time, I felt happy. Genuinely happy.

A week ago, we had even gone on a cute little date, something we had started doing regularly. We were in the middle of our conversation; I remember I laughed hard at something he said. It was loud enough that some of the patrons in the restaurant stared at us. And when he tried to shush me jokingly, a silence had fallen over us.

His face dropped suddenly, he became super serious and quiet, and then he asked if we could go home.

He told me the next day that he thought he got food poisoning and it just hit him in the restaurant. I didn't think anything of it and was fine with going home early.

But now, I wonder if he was lying.

I looked back down at my phone, reading over my messages from the past week to him.

Was I taking this too far? He could have just been busy. I don't wanna come across as clingy.

"Ugh, fuck that." I muttered out loud to myself, rolling out of my bed to get a drink.

I didn't care if I came across as clingy. I had a right to know why he was ignoring me. If it was work related, he would have told me. He had done that in the past before.

This was different, I just knew it.

Tomorrow, I planned to go over and see him. I would have done it tonight, but I knew he wasn't home. He was out with some friends at Saddle Ranch. Like a fan, I had to watch his stories on Insta, since that was the only way I knew where he was.

"Don't expect too much from him." Sam said.

I shook my head at that memory. When we got together, everyone was happy for us. But I could feel a certain tension in the room, a certain caveat that wasn't being mentioned. Later that night, Sam and I were by ourselves, and he asked me if Colby and I had really made our relationship official. I told him we hadn't gone all the way, but that we were taking it one step at a time.

"I'm happy for you guys, really. I just wonder..." His voice trailed off.

I cocked my head. "Wonder what?"

"Look, I love you both, but I don't know if Colby is really ready for a relationship. There's a lot of things he still needs to work through." He stated.

"We're not that serious." I laughed.

"Yeah, yet. If you plan to be, I just don't want you to get your heart broken because he wasn't ready." Sam admitted.

I patted his shoulder lightly, smiling. "Relax, Samuel. Everything will be fine."

"Alright. Just... don't expect too much from him, okay?" He mentioned, his eyes narrowing on mine.

That had been two months ago and... I think I should have heeded his warning.

A loud knock at my front door brought me out of my thoughts, scaring me. I grabbed a knife from my kitchen, striding over to the door. I glance through the peephole to see who was there.

Colby's face stared back.

"Y/N, it's me. Can you open the door?" He called.

I scowled at him through the peephole. "Sorry she's not home right now. Maybe you should try responding to her texts.”

“Look I'm sorry, but that's why I came over. I wanted to talk in person.” He replied.

“Damn, that’s a shame. Too bad she’s not home!” I exclaimed angrily.

“C’mon now, don’t be childish.” He remarked.

I swung the door open, holding back from yelling into my hallway. “Childish?!”

He smirked at me. “I knew that would get you to open the door.”

“You’re not funny.” I deadpanned, glaring at him.

“Can you please let me in? I seriously want to talk.” Colby responded, his eyes landing on mine.

“No, Colby. It’s one o’clock in the morning, I don’t feel like talking, and you’re drunk.” I jeered, resting my hands on my hips.

He scrunched up his face dramatically. “No, I’m not. I only had like two drinks.”

“Oh my mistake. I figured a person that randomly comes over to talk at the ass-crack of night is usually drunk,” I quipped. “Don’t you have better things to do, like be at Saddle Ranch?”

He stepped back, raising an eyebrow. “How’d you know I was at Saddle Ranch?”

I could feel my cheeks heat up. “Because… I watched your stories.”

“Nice to know you pay attention to me,” he uttered under his breath. “Please let me in.”

“No. Fuck off, Colby.” I hissed.

He rolled his eyes at my comment. “If you don’t let me in, I’m just gonna make noise out here in the hallway until you do.”

“Bet.” I huffed.

“What was your favorite movie again… ‘10 Things I Hate About You’?” He questioned, stepping back further into the hallway.

I blinked. “Yeah, so what?”

He looked up at me, giving me a devilish smile. “…You’re just too good to be true.”

My face dropped at his voice. “Colby.”

“Can’t take my eyes off of you.” He sang, pointing at me.

“Are you really-” I started.

He cut me off, running his hands down his body. “You’d be like heaven to touch.”

I hushed. “Seriously stop-”

“I wanna hold you so much.” He closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around himself.

I grunted, smacking my hand towards him. “Colby, it’s one in the morn-”

“At long last, love has arrived.” He opened his arms wide.

“Shut the fuck up!” I whisper-shouted.

“And I thank God I'm alive.” Colby praised up towards the ceiling.

I retorted. “You’re fucking embarrass-”

He spun in a circle slowly. “You're just too good to be true.”

“I knew giving you the code to my apartment was a bad idea.” I grumbled.

“Can't take my eyes off of you.” He winked, pointing at me again.

Colby took a big inhale, ready to start singing the music, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him into my apartment.

I slammed my door shut, locking it quickly. “Next time you do something like that, I’m gonna kill you.”

“That’s not very- why do you have a knife?” He motioned toward the knife sitting on my side table.

“What-? Oh, I thought you were an intruder.” I explained.

He lightly smiled, his dimples appearing. “You think an intruder would knock?”

I snapped, annoyed. “Aren’t you here to apologize?”

“Right, right,” he cleared his throat, his demeanor changing. “Y/N, I’m deeply sorry.”

“Sure.” I narrowed my eyes, walking towards my kitchen.

He followed me. “I know what I did was fucked up. I should have responded to you.”

“You completely ignored me for over a week.” I informed him, resting my back against the counter.

He nodded. “I know. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I crossed my arms uncomfortably. “…were you busy?”

“No, not really.” He divulged, dropping his head.

“So, you purposefully ignored my calls and text…” I could feel my hands shake against my arms.

“You make it sound bad-” He mumbled.

“It is that bad.” I emphasized, stopping him. “Colby, you wanna talk about being childish? That shit was childish.”

He agreed. “I know it was.”

“Obviously not since you keep joking about it.” I argued.

“I’m not trying to joke,” he protested, running his hands through his hair. “Do you wanna know the honest to God truth?”

“Of course I do.” I answered, furrowing my eyebrows.

He exhaled, glancing at me. “When we first got together, even though we were taking it slow, I was terrified to date you.”

“Terrified?” I puzzled.

He swallowed hard. “Yes. Scared shitless.”

“Why?” I questioned.

“I thought it was because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. But then… at dinner,” his voice lowered, his shoulders dropping. “I realized it was more than that.”

I shook my head, confused. “What are you ta-”

“I’m falling in love with you, Y/N.” He confessed.

His words made me step back, my breath hitching in my throat.

I choked. “What?”

“When you laughed really hard, and did that cute snort thing you do, I remember we looked at each other… and all I saw was you,” his eyes bore into mine, causing goosebumps to rise all over my skin. “No one else in that restaurant existed. And in that moment, I wanted to tell you I love you.”

I stammered out words, unable to think clearly. “S-so… you-”

“When I felt it, I knew I had to go home. Because I was just so shocked at the feeling. I haven’t felt that way for anyone in a long time.” He sighed exhaustingly, “and… I apologize that I ignored you. Every time I saw your messages, I knew I should have responded. But my body, my mind, wouldn’t let me.”

I frowned. “Because you love me?”

“Because… I’m scared to love you.” He admitted.

A heavy silence fell over the apartment. I shuddered out an exhale, not even noticing I had been holding my breath in for so long. Colby closed his eyes, twisting up his face, and turned his back to me.

“Why are you scared to love me?” I gulped, scared of his answer.

His shoulders tensed as he gripped the counter. “The last time you felt heartbroken… did it leave you feeling empty? Because that’s how I felt… for so long. It’s not even the empty feeling that bothered me. It was the fact that I knew something used to be there… and now it’s gone. I miss who I was before.”

I opened my mouth, but no words escaped.

“I have this deep, guttural feeling that you’re gonna realize I’m not worth loving, and that there is someone else out there that is, and you’re gonna leave me.” His voice trembled as he spoke, “everyone… always leaves me.”

I gasped quietly. “Colby-”

He turned back to me, his face becoming red. “I just feel like no one ever needs me, you know? Like some people only keep me around because they don’t have the heart to just tell me they don’t care anymore. Even Sam has someone else.

I consoled. “That’s not-”

“And I know it’s selfish to want everyone around me to only want me. I don’t really feel that way. I just… don’t feel like anyone really needs me as much as I need them,” his chest quaked as his breathing began to speed up. “And when you realize it too… I don’t think I can live through that fall out again. I don’t think I’m gonna survive it.”

“Wait, Col-” I murmured.

“At that dinner, I had this gut-wrenching anxiety come over me; a voice in my head that said ‘she’s gonna leave you too’ and… I’m just so sorry.” He panted, his eyes welling up.

I wrapped my arms around him tightly, pressing his body into mine as hard as I could. He buried his face into my neck, his body almost going limp against mine.

I couldn’t help my own tears spill as they landed on his shirt. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me you were feeling this way before?”

“I was ashamed. I should be stronger than this.” He fumed through his tears.

I rubbed his face lovingly. “Who said that? You are strong. Expressing your emotions is strong.”

He nodded, croaking. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course. How about tonight you stay over, and then in the morning, we’ll talk about this more? Okay?” I suggested, resting my hands on his forearms.

“Yeah.” He whimpered.

I smiled brokenly. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

I lightly grasped Colby’s hand, pulling him slowly into my bedroom. He stumbled along, his head remaining down.

I sat him down on the bed and slid off his jacket, placing it on my dresser. I cupped his face, tracing his jaw with my fingers. His eyes finally landed on mine as I tilted his head up.

I leaned down and kissed his lips, resting my forehead against his.

“I’m not gonna leave you, Colby.” I stated, gazing into his eyes.

He begged in a hushed tone. “Please don’t.”

“I won’t. I promise.” I reassured, kissing his forehead.

I walked over to the other side of my bed and laid down. Colby kicked off his shoes, taking his belt off and pulling his jeans down. After getting undressed, he slid into bed with me, laying his head down softly on my chest. Wrapping his arms around me, he buried his head into my neck again, sighing against my skin. I ran my fingers through his hair, a light hum falling from his lips. I ran my other hand up and down his spine, feeling him shiver under my touch.

“We’ll be okay, Colby.” I whispered.

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lots of innocent and not so innocent touches

With Dwayne Pride if you wright for him if you don't just Gibbs please <3

who - leroy jethro gibbs x reader

an - i’m sorry! i haven’t seen ncis new orleans, so i probably couldn’t write dwayne very well … hope this is okay, for some reason i had trouble writing it :/

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unedited :/

Blankets surrounded your body, your leg ontop of another while light snores left your mouth. Hair was messed up and a hand was slowly moving to stroke your cheek. The curtains allowed peaks of the sunlight to peak through in your bedroom. A man lying beside you in his sweatpants and old tee.

The grey haired, older, man kept his eyes on your peacefully sleeping face, truly enjoying whatever dream you were imagining. He made no move to remove your leg from the top of his, but did make a move to place his fingers above your face, lightly pushing some stray baby hairs away.

A part of him silently cursed to himself, wishing that he had learned how to work his phone better, then being able to snap a photo of this calming moment for his own purposes.

Gibbs wouldn’t admit it to you, but these moments were more important to him than working on a boat, or the thrill after finally catching a bastard. There was something so domestic, so calming, with these times spent together. Time for him to think to himself, and also have the one he loves so much be so close.

Time to think about the past, and wonder how he got lucky enough for it to land here. Though, he may have lost a lot, and they would never be forgotten, he was grateful for another opportunity at pure happiness.

But his time to enjoy the peacefulness soon ended with a ring of a cellphone, causing you to stir a bit in your sleep. You eventually opened your eyes, staring up at the man who now had the hand that was formally on your face, resting on your chest.

“What’s that?” You questioned, trying to sit up and rub your eyes. “Can you get it?”

“It’s your cellphone,” He answered, missing the warmth of your leg, now having it be moved to lay on the mattress itself.

“Mmk,” You mumbled, reaching over to your side table and grabbing it. Flipping the screen up, you moved it to your ear. “L/n,” You tried to make your morning voice sound more as your own.

“If it isn’t little Y/n!” A cheerful voice spoke loudly on the other line. “Ya miss me?”

“No. What do you need?” You rolled your eyes, getting off of the bed, Gibbs eyes traveling your body as you walked to your dresser, picking out a outfit. “Mhm, okay,” You nodded to yourself. “I’ll be there, text me the address. Oh. Never mind then. Bye.”

Gibbs got out of the bed, going to stand beside you. He silently observed as you rolled your eyes once again, opening another drawer, he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest, a small kiss on the inside of your neck.

“Who’s that?”

“A old coworker.” You opened your underwear drawer, picking a pair for the day.

“Purple,” Gibbs commented, as you dropped the blue pair back into the others, reaching for the one he chose.

“Gosh, it’s like we really are married,” You laughed to yourself, looking back at his straight face. “Sorry, you would know too much about that. But that’s not my point, there is a dead marine there and that means we’ve got work.”

“You didn’t seem to happy to hear from him,” Gibbs unwrapped his arms as you moved to your closet, picking out a dress shirt.

“I wasn’t. He’s annoying and almost cost me my job at the time. But, it’s our job, we have to go, so grab your clothes in the bottom drawers,” You turned around and pointed at the dresser that held some of his items, now finding what you needed and beginning to change.

———————-

“If you are all interested to know… I spent the morning watching a old TV show airing about a classic comedic couple who travels the world with their adopted son,” Tony announced to no one in particular, sitting at his desk as the others sat at theirs.

Ziva had her arms crossed, leaning back in her chair a bit. McGee sat in his, rubbing his eyes and looking down at his phone.

“What did you do this morning, McGee?” Ziva looked over to McGee, watching as his eyebrows furrowed.

“Trying to work on my new writing.. but for my character, uh, Miranda, I need a good backstory for her, people are really grasping onto her character from the former story. I’ve read some things saying they think she’ll get with Gibbs, I mean Libbs!”

“Interesting,” Ziva tsked. “I read the story and your Miranda character, who is obviously Y/n, and I don’t see it.”

“You know nothing about romance, Ziva,” Tony waltzed over, his own coffee in hand and his face near hers. “I think no one expects you to think about who would get together. But, no, I don’t see Gibbs getting with someone like L/n who is very, you know-”

“I’m what, DiNozzo?” You walked in, moving straight to your desk as you placed your bag down.

“Amazing! I meant, you’re so great that someone like Gib-” Tony looked at Ziva’s eyes widen. “He’s right behind me, isn’t he?”

“Someone like me, now what’s that, DiNozzo?” Gibbs questioned.

“Uh-” Gibbs smacked the back of DiNozzos head, moving over to his own desk.

“Dead sailor, body is already getting examined by Ducky and some visitors are coming to drop off some of the evidence.” Gibbs informed everyone.

“They think this sailor had something to do with a past robbery and murder, a cold case,” You clarified.

“L/n!” A guy smiled widely, another girl following in pursuit behind him as he walked to you with his arms wide open. “It’s been too long,” He quickly hugged you, tightening his grip around your shoulders and moving his hands to cup your face. “You still look as beautiful as ever!”

“Y/n, is that your boyfriend?” Ziva inquired.

“He looks a little out of her leagu-” You shot DiNozzo a look. “Or not?”

“Ah no,” The man laughed. “Old coworkers, that is Lila and I’m Carson, nice to meet you guys.”

“If your old coworkers, you must have a ton of embarrassing stories about Y/n!” DiNozzo beamed, moving closer to Carson.

“Uh, a few,” He responded. “We only worked together for a year or two, some, but not a ton.”

“Some will do.”

“DiNozzo, we aren’t here to make friends we are here to solve a murder,” Gibbs shot him a look and hit the back of his head.

“Right, sorry, boss.” DiNozzo put his head down like a sad puppy dog and made his way back to his desk. The two visitors looked at the scene that had just happened oddly.

“We brought all of our evidence, not much, but something,” Lila announced, placing the box on the table now and taking some of it out. “Should we get started?”

“I’ll show you to Abby, she is our forensic analysts and will probably want to take a look at this stuff for herself,” McGee told Lila, putting the evidence back in the box and letting her grab it, soon walking towards the elevator.

“You think I could check out the body?” Carson asked you. “It might be good to see what he looked like more and talk with your doctor.”

“That makes sense, I’ll show you to him,” You smiled at your old coworker and took another way to Ducky’s area.

The both of you chatted on the way down, catching up with how things differ since you worked there and a bit about your new workplace here.

“I really thought you would be Jeremy, the one who called me. I was a bit worried,” You laughed, walking into Autopsy with Carson as Ducky moved near you.

“Hello, dear, who’s this?” Ducky questioned, Jimmy moved near his boss.

“Hey, Ducky, this is Carson. Carson, this is Doctor Mallard. He is a old coworker of mine, Ducky,” You told the older man. “That’s Jimmy, he is Ducky’s assistant.”

Ducky began to explain how the man had died, pointing out various things on the body and even putting in a few past experiences of his own into the conversation.

Soon the four of you had heard the doors open, turning around to catch the view of your boyfriend entering into the room and moving to stand right in between you and Carson.

“I just want to hear some of the explanation myself, you can continue, Ducky,” Gibbs commented, all of your eyes turning back onto Ducky who was back to talking.

You felt a warm, larger hand travel to the middle of your back, a thumb softly pressing into the fabric that covered your skin. You turned your head slightly to make eye contact with Gibbs, but he just continued to stare forward ignoring it.

It was like a goosebump went up your spine, yet it wasn’t not encouraged. It was a bit of a energetic feeling, so you rejoiced in the innocent touch, a sign he was there.

Eventually, Ducky was done with his long explanation and you were back to heading upstairs with Carson and Gibbs to do more research regarding the deadman and cold case.

“So, Y/n, I was thinking we could go out to lunch or something soon to really catch up, outside of work,” Carson mentioned while you three were on the elevator ride up.

You were surprised at his somewhat boldness to announce this in front of your boss (and boyfriend), but he was always a very open person, kind and open.

“That doesn’t sound too bad,” You replied.

“We are busy most afternoons.” Gibbs added. “So, if you plan it at some ridiculous time don’t expect my agent to be able to make it.”

The doors soon chimed open and Carson quickly left, making a bee line straight to Lila. Gibbs let you leave first, placing another palm against your back to secretly lead you back to where the desks were, even though you knew where you were going.

———————

The rest of the day was spent with much more working diligently. You all had made some progress but not enough, and you could tell it was really getting to Gibbs. He dismissed everyone and told them to come back in the early hours in the morning.

Gibbs had told you that he was going to stay and work on this some more, so you told him you would stay as well and order some food. Once Carson had heard that, he decided that he would do the same.

A hour later, three burgers arrive and you hand them out to the two other men, soon taking a bite into yours. A bit of the condiment had spewed onto the corners of your mouth, but your hunger caught up with you, continuing to avoid the feeling for a moment and just eat.

Carson caught the look of your messiness, breaking off into a small laugh, and you joining, him then making a joke about how this used to be a regular for you. Gibbs got up from his seat with a napkin and bent over a bit to wipe it away from your mouth.

It was certainly a small gesture, but had caught you and Carson off guard, the both of you quieting. You just stared back at him while he continued to eat with a pride grin on his lips, looking over the papers.

It seemed like a blessing from the sky when Gibbs had finally connected the pieces. Everyone was called back in to look over what he found and to excite a plan on how to continue. You all were able to get the murderer into custody and with old evidence and Ducky’s help you were able to identify he was the killer. With Abby’s help you were able to put him at the scene where your old coworkers cold case took place.

It was a relieving feeling that the case was solved and over. It was easy to tell that your current coworkers were also happy with the fact that your old ones were leaving for good. Having unfamiliar people in a familiar place is always a weird feeling for everyone.

You watched as everyone packed up their things to head home from the tiring few days of work. Standing up, you grabbed your bag and moved to Gibbs desk, chatting with him until Carson came over.

“It was nice working with you again,” He commented, you turned around to face him.

“It was. We make a good team.”

“We really do. I was wondering about that, uh, date?”

“Hm,” That had slipped your mind, and almost did once more when you felt a brush of a hand against your bottom, turning around to make eyes at your boyfriend. “Sorry, I actually have a boyfriend. But if you mean the lunch date to catch up, then I’d love to.”

“The second one,” He nodded, his cheeks brightening a bit at the dejection but also confirmation.

“Great,” You grinned, writing down your phone number and handing it to him. “Talk soon, bye.”

“Goodbye.”

You watched as Carson entered the elevator and soon disappeared, the office area looking very empty with the lights darkened a bit and only you and Gibbs being in the area.

“Glad he’s gone,” Gibbs laughed.

“I figured,” You laughed alongside with him. “I could tell by your touchiness at work, are you trying to let everyone know?”

“If I was, I would do something bolder. Didn’t Ducky ever tell you I used to be like DiNozzo?”

“Yeah, that would be a interesting time to see.”

“I think if I was that same man, we might’ve had sex right o-”

“Let’s get home, now,” You both soon left the workplace, hand in hand, laughing along at stories of the younger Gibbs and his flirty persona.

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