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#but i mean i have a white v-neck button up shirt; i have a blue pendant necklace;  and i have several pairs of black pants
pretty-little-whorror · 6 months
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kinktober - public space
ash williams x reader
wc: 3190
a/n: for the four evil dead enjoyers on this site. i promise if i was less employed i would post daily for this like the lord intended.
tags: semi-public sex, fem reader, fingering, p in v sex, safe/protected sex, work sex, fucking your coworkers, ash williams, ash williams and his cheesy ass one liners, and his cheesy ass nicknames, that’s it maybe but i’m tired of looking at this, also not like 100% proofread, like 83%
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Ash Williams had been put against his fair share of unpleasantries. Having to kill his sister, dismember his girlfriend, get sent back in time and go toe to toe against evil incarnate. Throughout all that, he still stands by that working retail can easily be just as bad - if not worse - than all that. Ash had been at S-Mart longer than he had ever intended and dealt with more customer bullshit than one could imagine. However, he did manage to enjoy his time there in his own Ash-y way while he was there, meaning knocking boots with any coworker that he could talk his way into the pants of.
With most it was a one and done situation. Most employees stay new before they eventually leave. To Ash, this was the perfect situation - left no time for awkward talking after he had gotten done what he needed. His most recent example had been with Jenny from Arts and Crafts. A red headed hardbody that had stayed at S-Mart maybe three months. As her last two weeks wrapped up, yours began.
The Arts and Crafts department was mostly women, so word about who exactly Ash Williams was got around to you quick. Most of the talk was about his serial womanizing, however a few strange rumours of beheadings and murder were weaved in and out during a handful of gossip sessions between you and your colleagues. You chalked them up to a bad game of telephone given how out of pocket they seemed.
Eventually, you had your first run-in with Ash, and it went as expected. You managed to keep a professional smile and move on after each encounter, however that was not without acknowledging that you couldn’t blame any of the other girls for falling for his routine. He was far from unattractive and his charming demeanor did nothing to repel you. Regardless, you were determined to hold your own.
Your resistance had come as a surprise to Ash, who believes he’s God’s gift to women. However he was never one to back down from a challenge. The harder the hunt the bigger the trophy. Months of passive aggressive flirting and innuendoed bickering had only made him more determined. He had used whatever brain he had to find different ways to push your buttons without an immediate trip to HR. It would usually result with you giving him a playful eye roll before you continued back to whatever you had been doing. Today was no different of an example, but as you found yourself pinned up against a wall in the stock room, whatever exactly had finally gotten you where he wanted had slipped your mind.
This close, Ash’s cheap aftershave was almost intoxicating compared to its normal warning of obnoxious behavior to come. As your tongues pushed against one another, you could taste remnants of the mint gum he had just spit out.
His left hand made quick work to take off the ill fitting uniform as his metal one held you up against the wall. Your fingers made quick work of his own blue work shirt, pushing the fabric off his shoulders, leaving him in a white undershirt.
“Someone’s a little anxious, huh?” He words teased into your ear as his calloused hand snaked its up your back to unclasp your bra.
“If that’s such a problem, I’m more than okay to stop” Your hands dropped from his shoulders as you spoke, looking up at him. He moved his hand back up and grabbed your chin with a chuckle.
“Oh baby, I’ve got you just where I want.” His hot breath tickled against the side of your neck. “I’d be an idiot to let you get away now.” He brought your face up to his with a rough kiss, his hand dropping from your face to finish discarding your bra. He pushed his tongue into your mouth with a groan as he fondled your breast. His thumb rolling gently over your hardened nipple. You sighed into his kiss as he continued to play with your tit. He broke the kiss to look down at your chest, a string of saliva still connecting your mouth the his.

“Fuck sugar, you’ve got the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen.” He continued his ministrations as he used his other arm to raise you up, your legs now straddling his waist opposed to your hips. He quickly moved his face down to your chest, peppering nips over your other breast as his hand continued to roughly knead the other.
“Now we can’t let her sister have all the fun” He winked up at you before latching his mouth onto your nipple. You gasped at the action, the sensation of one hand rolling the hardened bud between his fingers and his mouth sucking and biting on the other causing your eyes to shut.
Ash reveled in your reaction, you could feel him chuckle against your skin as he continued. Your hand went to his head, fingers weaving through his black hair. He gave your tit one final, playful bite before his mouth went back to yours. His hand snaked down to your backside, giving your ass a quick squeeze before he set you down, his lips never leaving yours.
He made quick work of his belt, tossing it to the floor as he finished shrugging off his shirt. As soon as you heard the cloth hit the floor, his hands were on you again, discarding your pants into the growing pile of garments to the side of you. In a moment, he had you up again, straddling his waist. His mouth quickly found its way to your neck, nipping and sucking dark spots into your flesh. You sighed and lolled your head to the side, allowing him further access.
“Baby…” He whispered, his hot breath centimeters away from your ear. “Can you grab my wallet, hm?”
You giggled at the request and rolled your eyes. Understanding the request your arm snaked around to his back, snatching the wallet from his back pocket.
“Well forgive me for bothering princess,” he teased. “My hands are otherwise occupied”
“Hand” you corrected with a playful grin. In response, you felt his metal appendage pinch your ass. You gasped and slapped his arm as his mouth went back to your neck.
“That hurt, jackass!” You scolded as you felt his mouth curl into a smile against your skin.
“Well,” He raised his face back up to yours. He quickly closed the distance between you and brought your lips together. You felt his left hand sneak under the hem of your panties, slowly sneaking up to your core. “If that’s such a problem…”
You sighed as his fingers ghosted over your entrance, picking up your slick on his fingertips, at the same time, his thumb pressed against your swollen clit.
“…I’m more than okay to stop.” He pushed his index finger into your cunt as he repeated your earlier threat. You let out a breathy moan as he pushed his finger in to the knuckle.
“But I’m pretty sure you don’t want that” His voice was low in your ear. Your eyes shut as his middle finger joined the other.
“Fuck…” You murmured as his fingers worked to stretch you out.
“Shit, baby…” He breathed out as he began to curl his fingers against your walls, his thumb beginning to work small circles on your clit. “You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t ya”
You bit your lip and nodded, your breath getting caught in your throat. Ash chuckled and shook his head.
“I think I want you to say it, baby” His mouth returned to your neck as the pace of his fingers became rougher. You didn’t speak, groaning in response instead, partially annoyed but mostly too lost in the feeling of his fingers inside you to care. You felt him like up a third finger outside your entrance and you arched your back towards him out of instinct.
“You gotta say it first, sugar, gotta tell me whose got you all hot and bothered”
You whined and opened your eyes, pleading up at him. “You, Ash. You….please” you rutted yourself against his hand as you spoke. He looked down at you with lust blown eyes.
“Good girl,” He whispered into your ear as his pushed in a third digit. You moaned at the feeling, his fingers immediately working on curling against that one, perfect spot and working with the pressured movements of his thumb against your clit. You felt the familiar building pressure in your belly as his hand worked to bring you to your climax.
“Now, how about you finish fetching that love glove out, hm?” You sighed. Your shaky hand meeting your other that held his wallet. You looked down, fingering through cards and cash until you pulled out the golden foil. You quickly dropped the leather wallet to the ground to join the other discarded garments.
“Ash…” You let out a whine as he withdrew his fingers to grab the condom. You looked up at him and pouted. He chuckled, glowing in the fact he’s taken your bratty demeanor away and replaced it with desperate begging.
“Oh, just give me a minute, doll face.” He winked as he undid his fly, pulling his pants down enough to allow his hardened dick out of its confines. You were, well you didn’t want to say impressed, but surprised he had the anatomy to match his attitude. You must have been taking a moment too long to look as Ash whistled to get you attention.
“My eyes are up here, sugar pot.” You rolled your own as he went to get the condom out of its wrapper. Before he would tear the foil, you snatched it out of his hand. Deciding to make a show of it, you tore the gold wrapper with you teeth while another hand began to stroke his member. Rolling the leaking beads of precum down his shaft with feathered strokes. You pulled the condom from the wrapper entirely and slowly rolled it down his cock.
“Atta girl,” Ash’s head tilted back with a sigh, he once again brought your lips down to his for a sloppy kiss. You gave him a few more lazy strokes before he adjusted how he held you against the wall in order to line himself up with your entrance. You breathe out a sigh l as the fat bulge of his head finds your swollen, wet hole. Out of instinct, arch into him, desperate him to satisfy your clenching body.
His lips reunite with the side of neck with an amused chuckle. “You’re so needy, hm?” He teased between peppered kissed towards the crook of your neck, teasingly pushing himself against your entrance.
His metal hand gripped your hips firmly as he pushed you down onto his achingly hard cock. Your eyes slammed shut with a carnal moan as he fully sheathed himself inside of you.
“You stretch so good for me, baby” He groans as he revels in the feeling of your sex enveloping his, your soft walls like a perfect fitting glove. You roll your hips against his, drunk on the euphoria of him buried inside to the hilt.
“Fuck, Ash-“ Your head falls back, hitting the wall behind you with a thud. He drags his cock from inside you before coaxing himself back in. You whine, working your best to sink as far down as possible in tandem with his movements.
His pace starts sultry; fucking you deeply and purposefully, his thumb resting on top of your thigh as he brought you down on him until you could feel his pubes tickle against your lower belly.
Your hands found their place, one flush against his chest and the other grabbing into his shoulder; promising crescent shaped bruises to form in the following hours from where your nails dug into his flesh.
He adjusts his hold on your hips as he picks up his pace, bouncing you on his cock. “Can’t believe I can finally fuck you.” He purred in your ear, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. His left hand moves between you, his thumb dancing over your clit andhis fingers circling where he pushed into you, getting it coated with the cocktail of your wetness and his precum that dripped out of you.
His hand then raised to the underside of your chin; his thumb lifting your head as his fingers prodded against your languidly parted lips. You further opened your mouth, allowing for the gentle intrusion. Your tongue swirled around the digits as you looked up through hooded lashes into his eyes. Making a show of cleaning off his calloused fingers. If Ash had an ounce less of self control he could have finished then and there.
He instead chuckled, his stare fixated on your mouth as you sucked his fingers. “Look at you, getting all filthy for me , hm?” His pace transformed into rough and desperate thrusts, his swollen head kissing your cervix. He withdrew his fingers from your mouth, his hand meeting his other at your hips, changing the angle he pounded into you just enough for him to be fucking directly into your sweet spot. An aching moan escaped your mouth at the change; allowing anyone who was close enough an exact idea of the wanton situation you were in.
“You sound so fucking hot for me baby, but the last thing I want right now is for someone to take this pussy away from me.” Normally, your response would be to chide him for pointing out the obvious accompanied by an eye roll. However, you just bit down on your reddened bottom lip and nodded, arching down on him further, desperate for him to fuck an orgasm out of you.
Ash's thrusts became rough and desperate, his length hitting your cervix with each powerful stroke. The change in angle caused an electric surge of pleasure to shoot through your body, your stifled moans threatening an exposing volume.
His rough and quickened pace only added fuel to the fire, you could feel the intensity building, your body desperately responding to his every movement in an attempt to bring your orgasm on quicker.
You clenched around him, your walls pulsating with need as you arched your back, meeting his thrusts with fervor. The overwhelming sensations coursing through you pushed you closer to the edge.
With each unrestrained thrust, you felt the pleasure intensify, the tension coiling within you like a tightly wound spring. Your moans threatened to grow louder as you did your best to stay quiet-biting down on your lower lip hard enough to draw blood as your head lolled aside, allowing him access to return his mouth to your neck. He callously nipped and sucked at the reddened skin as your nails dug into his skin as you desperately sought release.
As the pleasure reached its peak, you let out a guttural cry, your body convulsing in the throes of your orgasm. Waves of ecstasy washed crassly over you, leaving you breathless and completely consumed by the sensation.
Ash continued to pound into you, fucking you through as you were thrown into rapture. He felt the familiar burning of his own orgasm approaching. His final thrusts were rough and desperate as he finally came, burying himself deep inside you.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, his lips trailed back to yours, taking one last opportunity to taste you.
“You think you’re okay to stand, sweet cheeks?” He asked, his voice soft as his hand trailed down to your ass, gently kneading the soft flesh as he spoke. With a nodded response from you, he slowly pulled out from you. Out of instinct, you whined at the sudden empty feeling, still drunk on the sensation of his cock stuffed into you. He chuckled at your mewl.
“Don’t worry sugar, as soon as I can fuck that tight pretty pussy of yours again, I will. That’s an Ash Williams guarantee. ” He patted your ass and you unwrapped your legs from his waist, placing a foot on the cool ground. You almost fell to the floor as you attempted to put your weight on it. Ash’s metal hand still on your waist, he was able to keep you from falling completely. He smiled, relishing the fact he had fucked you good enough you couldn’t walk.
Knowing exactly what had made his lips curl into such a shit-eating grin, you flicked your eyes up.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” You bent down to pick up your long discarded clothes, the cool metal of his hand still on your waist. “They just fell asleep is all.”
“Whatever you say, baby” He winked, turning his attention to disposing of the used rubber, rolling it off his softened cock; careful not to make a mess. He found some garbage to toss it in and pulled his pants back up over his crotch. You cringed at the thought of whoever had to take out that trash later tonight.
“What time are you out tonight?”
The question came as a surprise to you. You raised a brow as you worked to put your pants back on.
“Six…” You responded, unsure of the intent of his question. He wasn’t gonna wine and dine you - or whatever the Ash equivalent is that was - certainly. You had never heard any report of him attempting anything along the lines of that with anyone before. “What time is it anyway?”
He turned his wrist over, looking at the watch face. “Ten after.”
“Oh,” You raised your brows, surprised you had been…occupied, long enough to round out your shift.
“You?”
“I’m out at eight.”
“Oh, well okay”
The dialogue was shallow as you finished reassembling your work clothes.
You turned to him; “Why..?”
Ash looked at you with a cheeky grin, raising his eyes from his watch just enough to look up and meet your eyes.
"We should grab some drinks after work, have a bit of fun. I'll buy, I'm feeling generous tonight."
“And here I’ve been told chivalry is dead” Your put your shirt back over your head in time with the sarcastic response.
"I promise you, my intentions are anything but chivalrous when I tell you I'll be paying." He said with a grin and tacky wink. You decided to roll your eyes playfully opposed to wasting your words.
"I can take that as a maybe?" Ash asked. "Don't disappoint me, darlin'."
“Yeah yeah fine, whatever. Where?” You folded your arms across your chest, waiting for his reply.
"The Elk, we can sit at the bar, talk all flirty like." Ash said suggestively. "Nothing better than a bottle of whiskey on the table and a pretty lady beside it."
“Just pick me up after your shift, yeah?”
"After my shift," He confirmed with a smirk. "But just so I know, that's a yes then?"
“Deduce that one yourself, jackass.” You walked away with a smirk, not sure if volunteering more of your time with Ash would pan out in your favor.
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charliehoennam · 6 months
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Aww I love your writing so much!!!! 🩷🩷 The detective Loki A-Z felt so accurate 🥹 he’s so precious. Can you write something that kind of goes off the jealousy area? Like it’s a coworker who reader gets close with and is honestly clueless to the flirting?
F o r g i v e n
a/n: here you go, nonny! i couldn't agree more. David is my baby and he deserves some happiness and a warm hug
pairing: Detective David Loki x reader
summary: a new co-worker makes a misguided move on the reader and david gets pissed
warnings: language, angst, arguing (if i missed one, lemme know. minors, do not interact!)
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Sliding your legs over the edge of your side of the bed, you sit up and rub the sleep from your eyes. David’s on the phone with O’Malley. You already know he’s gotta go into work today.
“Yeah, I’ll be there in 30 tops” he says lowly in his gravely morning voice before hanging up his cell phone.
“I’ll make breakfast” you smile sleepily at him.
You reach out to reassuringly squeeze his arm to let him know it’s alright. He’s already mentally beating himself up for waking you up and not being able to be enjoy his morning off with you as he had promised.
You make your way through the one-story house and head to the kitchen to get his coffee going. You decide on making a hearty breakfast because you know very well David will skip lunch today.
So, you settle for a nice egg, bacon, and cheese sandwich on toasted bagels with cream cheese. You make two for him so he can take one to work and hopefully eat while he’s on the road. You even cut up some bananas, apples, strawberries and oranges to make a little fruit salad.
David isn’t the healthiest guy around, but he deeply appreciates that you care for him and his health. He never really had anyone to care about him – much less his health – so he’ll sure make to eat every bite.
You hear his electric razor shut off after his shower. A while later, he comes into the kitchen with his hair slicked back. His light blue button-up shirt is open, exposing his white sleeveless undershirt. His gold chain dangles and dances around his neck as he buttons the cuffs of his shirt.
You can’t help but smile to yourself. You wish you could stop him and slide his button-up off. You love it when he wears his undershirt and chain around the house.
“Honey, think you can get a ride to work today?” he asks kissing the back of your head as you slice up the fruit.
“Yeah, babe. It’s no problem. I already texted Jared and asked him to pick me up.”
His hands working the buttons closed on his front stop as his eyes narrow in on the back of your head.
“Jared? You already texted him?”
“Yeah. I figured you’d leave before me.”
“Oh…”
You know that there’s something he’s holding back from you. You turn your head to glance at him, hoping to get a read of him as you slide the chopped-up fruit in a container.
“Is there a problem with that?”
You already know the answer to that.
“No. Nothing. Just didn’t know you and Jared were so close already. I mean, didn’t he just start there like two weeks ago?”
His eyebrows rise and his lip press flat as he looks down at his hands, letting them finish their work on his shirt.
“Two months ago, but he was pretty much on his own, so I figured I’d be the first to befriend him. The first weeks are the worst when you start working at a new place.”
“Yeah, I get that. Just didn’t think you were already texting each other.”
“Dave, there’s nothing going on between us if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to. Your face says it all.”
You’re slightly hurt that he would think there could be something brewinh between you and Jared. It may come from a place of worry, but isn't that trust is for?
“Look, I gotta get going. I’ll see you tonight.”
“Hey, Jare. Thanks for the late-notice lift. David got called in and my car’s still at the shop.”
You nod as you hand him the containers of sandwiches and his travel mug. He leaves you with a kiss on your forehead and you watch him leave, letting the tension hang in the air. You try to put it on the mental backburner as you head up to get ready for your day.
Hearing a honk coming from outside, you look out the window and confirm Jared’s arrival. You grab your bag, keys and phone before heading out the door and walking to Jared’s car.
“You know I don’t mind it at all. It’s been almost a couple days though. Have they given you any updates on it?”
“Something about the starting motor failing. Solenoid damage, I think? They have to replace some coils or some shit.”
“That shouldn’t take more than a few hours to replace though.”
“David says the same thing. He’s getting pretty impatient. Said he’s gonna stop by there today to check up. You know how some mechanics can be when they see a girl with car trouble.” You complete with a roll of your eyes.
“Yeah, some pricks take advantages. I know a thing or two about cars. I’d be happy to look into it for you if you want?”
“Really? Yeah, yeah. That’d be great. I’m gonna wait for David though. He said he’d stop by there today. I’ll give you a heads up though.”
After arriving to work, you head straight for your sector to settle in. You can’t help but notice how kind Jared seems to be towards you in this new light that David casted earlier in the morning.
Jared always offers to refill your water bottle whenever he gets up, always offers snacks, brings you back your favorite coffee or tea after his breaks, compliments your hair or nails or even your perfume. During the whole day, you can’t help but notice he doesn’t treat his other co-workers the same. You begin to wonder if you’ve led him on to believe you’re more than just co-workers or if it’s because he’s new and not very close to the others.
You decide to shake the thought from your head and go on about your work. However, with this new concept in the back of your mind, you start to politely deny Jared’s kind offers. He doesn’t seem hurt by it. A small wave of relief washes over you. Maybe you were just in over your head and overthinking what David had told you.
Around closing time, Jared stops by your station to check if you need a ride home. You check your phone, hoping David texted you with a reply about picking you up, but there’s no new messages.
Your heart sinks a bit. You’d hoped he could’ve at least replied. Is he really that upset with you?
“Yeah, I could use a ride.”
The house isn’t very far. You could walk home, but the rain is already pouring down heavy. And this time of year, the cold winter air is starting to arrive, slickening the streets and sidewalks with ice.
You smile to hide that you wished you didn’t need a ride from Jared. You know it’s not gonna make things easier to deal with at home.
Part of you thinks David is acting ridiculously like a child that's too selfish to share a toy. Only you’re not a toy. You’re a human being and you’re his fiancée. You’re supposed to be getting married.
The other part of you wonders how you would feel if it were the other way around. If he had a new partner on the job and spent hours with her. With everything Jared does for you, would you be ok with someone else treating David the same way?
Trying to settle the internal dispute, you remember that it’s your intentions that really counts. You’re not breaking his trust because you have no intention of getting with Jared. You’re friends and that’s all there is. And you would want David to have a good friend too in your situation.
You walk out together, gabbling on about the day as you climb into his car.
As Jared turns onto your street, you’re laughing over an amusing situation you’d survived in your first week at the company with an unsatisfied client. Jared had had his first unpleasant interaction with a frustrated client. Although he handled it pretty well, he was still a bit disappointed about it.
Grateful the rain has let up, you notice Dave’s car parked in the driveway. Why didn’t he at least text you back if he was home? You feel a slight pang in your chest, but you shove it down as you continue your conversation. Jared knows your line of though has been thrown off and he can only guess it has to do with the black Crown Victoria perched in front of the garage.
“It can happen to anyone,” you say looking up at the tall brown-haired co-worker as he turns the car off, parking in front of your house. You hear a door close from outside and keys jingling, but you don’t think much of it. Most of your neighbors get home at this time as well.
“You can’t please everybody and you have to accept that,” you resume looking down at the dashboard. “You’re not here to please, you’re here to do your job.”
“You’re an amazing person, you know that?”
Something is different about the way Jared is looking at you. It’s intense and you don’t like it.
He leans over the arm rest/storage compartment separating the front seats and places a surprising kiss on your cheek.
You quick react by pulling yourself back and gently push him away with a hand on his shoulder.
“Whoa, Jared. That’s sweet, but i-it’s not like that. We’re just friends. You realize that, right?” you ask frowning at him. “I’m happily engaged.”
“Y-yeah... I figured. I thought I-I’d shoot my shot. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” He looks down embarrassed as his cheeks blush a bright regretful shade of red. “I misread things. I’m sorry. That’s on me. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine. Just… Don’t do that again, alright?”
“Yeah. Definitely will not” he chuckles nervously. “It won’t happen again. I promise. Just like you said, we’re only friends.”
You’re not really sure how to react. You can tell he feels really awkward about the whole thing, but you just want to get out of there as quickly as possible.
Flashing a shy, nervous smile at him, you thank him for the ride and climb out of the car. You slowly walk up the concrete path, digging through you bag for your keys.
Upon finding them, you look up and freeze.
David is standing in the path, glaring at the young man in the car. As he keeps his furious gaze locked on Jared, his hands move to rest on his hip. Pushing back his black winter jacket, his gold badge and his standard issue gun are exposed to remind Jared of who he is.
You don’t realize it’s a non-verbal threat. You just think he’s pissed judging by the constant hard blinking of his eyes.
“David, it’s not what you th-“ you start only to be cut off.
“In the house. Right now.”
He has a point. This isn’t a topic to discuss outside for all your neighbors to hear.
You walk quietly past him and march up the porch. You leave the door open for him, but he’s not far behind you. Only a couple moments since he’d been staring Jared down until he finally drove away.
The door slams as he enters the house.
“Are you fucking serious? There’s nothing going on, right?” He asks loudly and angrily.
“Yes, there’s nothing going on, Dave.” You say trying to stay calm, unwilling to match his tone. You’d be angry too in his place.
“You expect me to believe that after what I just saw?!”
“Yes, because that’s the truth. I know how that looked like. He thought I was sending him signs of interest. I won’t lie about that. But I didn’t want him to do that. There is absolutely no interest on my behalf!”
“The fucking chicken hawk just kissed you!”
“I didn’t want him to! I told him that! Maybe if you had picked me up from work or at least fucking texted me back, I wouldn’t have gotten in that fucking car in the first place!” you seethe at him.
“Oh, so this is my fault??” he snaps back at you bewildered.
He opens his mouth to speak, but just in that same moment, his cell phone rings. A hushed ‘fuck’ escapes from his lips as he answers the call. You just roll your eyes and fold your arm across your chest because you already know what that means.
The conversation is quick. You can’t tell much; all you know is that Captain O’Malley is calling him into the station.
“We’re not done on this”, he says with a raised finger in your direction and opens the door behind him.
The door slams shut. You close your eyes and lean against the wall, wishing you had never gotten in that car.
Dragging your tired body up the stairs, you make your way to your room. You notice the comforter is rumpled on David’s side along with his pillows. It’s not as you had it in the morning; it was neat and made to look inviting. You sigh and run a hand through your hair. Now you know why he didn’t answer you at first; he had fallen asleep.
You set your bag atop of the dresser that you share. You dig out your phone to set it to charge. There’re a couple unread messages and 2 missed calls; all from David and right around the time you’d left work.
Sorry, babe. Fell asleep and just woke up.
On my way right now!
You feel guilty thinking about how you could’ve avoided the whole ordeal. Now, David is mad at you and you’re mad at him for thinking that you wanted Jared to kiss you.
You head into the ensuite bathroom to shower and let the water wash away the stress of your day. As the warm water pours over you, you just hope this isn’t what ends your relationship.
Once you’re cleaned and a bit more relaxed, you go about the house to start on some of the chores. Deciding on a simple, quick and easy dinner, you sit on the couch to eat by yourself.
It’s been hours since David’s left and you miss him. You just want him to come home, so you can tell him how much you miss and love him.
You look down at your phone. He read your “I’m sorry” text, but he hasn’t replied. You wonder if it’s because he’s busy or he just doesn’t want to talk to you.
Wanting to stay up and wait for him, you start on the dirty dishes and pots in the kitchen. Then the laundry. You can’t stay still. It bothers you too much and you have to stay awake. There’s nothing left to do around the house, so you plot back down on the couch and surf through the channels to try to find something to watch.
It’s around midnight when you hear his car pull into the driveway. You race to the window to look out and make sure it’s him. He looks tired as he approaches the house with his keys in hand. His shoulders are hunched from the weight of the day’s stress.
You stand by the window and watch as he drags himself inside. He closes the door and hangs up his jacket before kicking his boots off. His back is turned to you and he hasn’t seen you yet.
When he does, he gazes at you for a moment. He’s too tired to argue, but he loves the fact that you’re wearing his sweater.
“You hungry? I made dinner. I can make you a plate,” you say softly breaking the silence.
“Yeah, I could eat.”
It’s quiet between you both. It’s a moment of cease fire. The elephant is still in the room, but you know how his weighs heavily on him. Especially with the case he’s working on. You don’t know much about it. David likes to keep that away from you. All you know is what you heard on the news and that there are kids involved. Those types of cases hit too close to home for him.
You leave him to eat in peace and tell him that you’re heading up to bed.
Assuming he’ll sleep on the couch since he must be upset still, you head to the bathroom to have a final tinkle before bed and brush your teeth. You crawl into bed and hug your pillow as you stare at the wall, luminated only by the fluorescent orange light of the street lamps.
Tears prick your eyes. You hate this distance between you and him. It’s ridiculous, but you know it’s not the time for it.
You hear David’s footsteps coming up the stairs and down the hall. The door creaks as he walks into the bedroom.
He goes about his usual routine; set his ring and chain on top of the dresser along with his badge. Then he walks over to the nightstand to open the drawer there. He pulls his gun from it's holster and makes sure its' safety is on. He had set it before already, but it never hurt to double check.
Soon after setting the gun in the lockbox within the drawer, he quietly makes his way to the bathroom. He opens the squeaky faucet and water pours from the shower.
He doesn’t take long. It’s a quick shower to wash his hair and body. He’s too tired to do more than he has to.
You hear him come into the room to grab a pair of boxers from his drawers. He seems quiet and still. Though your back is turned to him, you feel his eyes on you.
He stands still, hands on the wooden dresser as he mentally contemplates what to do. He knows it wasn’t your fault. He knows it wasn’t you who kissed Jared. He saw you pull away and push him back. He knows you didn’t like it or expect it just as much as him.
His head drops and his eyes close. In truth, the time at work had kept him too busy to think about it much, but he did think about you. Part of him felt you were like a victim, caught up in the crime with no fault. The other part of him wondered what could have happened to influence Jared to kiss you.
With a heavy sigh, you sense his footsteps approaching the bed. You expect to feel the wool blanket at the foot of the bed slide off along with his pillow.
To your surprise, you feel the comforter lifts behind you allowing a cool breeze to creep onto your back. Your heart beats faster. The mattress dips with his heavy frame. And you feel an arm drape over your waist.
“You awake?” His voice is a whisper in the dark.
You reply with a nod. You don’t want him to see you’re crying, though you know it’s inevitable.
“Can we talk?”
You quickly wipe your eyes in an attempt to omit the evidence of your pain. Turning onto your other side, you’re face to face. His hand doesn’t leave your waist. You let him slide underneath your shirt to feel your warmth.
“I don’t wanna fight. I don’t wanna argue,” he starts.
“Neither do I, Dave.” Your voice is soft as you reach to tenderly hold his bicep. You want to pull him close and hold him forever, but that might be too much.
“Are you really happy being with me?”
Your heart breaks to think that he feels like you might not be happy with him. You open your mouth to answer him, desperate to chase away his fear, but he continues.
“I know I’m not the best partner. I know for sure I haven’t been in the past. In some relationships, I didn’t even try to be. But I’m trying, sweetheart. I’m trying real hard because I love you and I want to be with you. I don’t know if it’s enou-“
You can’t listen to him anymore.
“Listen to me, Dave. I love you. You are more than enough for me and you make me the happiest in the world. And that’s enough for me. I’m not going anywhere.”
“You sure about that?” he asks with pleading eyes.
“Yeah, I’m sure. Jared is just a dude I felt bad for at work. I was just trying to be a friend, that’s all. But he misread my intentions. That’s it, that’s all that happened. And I’m gonna distance myself from him because I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.”
David feels relieved to hear your solution. He didn’t want risk sounding like a possessive jerk and ask you to not talk to Jared anymore, but he likes that you’re willing to make that change willingly for the sake of your relationship.
After all, he can’t be surprised someone else would want to have you.  The minute he met you, he wanted you for himself as well. He’s just lucky he got to have his chance before anyone did.
He smiles tiredly at you and closes his eyes as he rests his forehead against yours.
“Think you can forgive me for being a dick earlier? I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.”
“I don’t know. You might just have to make it up to me” you tease with a playful smirk, getting a low chuckle out of him.
“Whatever you want. Just name it.”
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Attack on Titan Girl Headcanons !! <3
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1. What music music/artists would they listen to
Mikasa Ackerman: Mikasa would listen to Deftones definitely. I could also see her listening to calming love music as well. I think she would listen to Mascara or Sextape a lot by Deftones. She would also listen to Mitski a lot. Some songs she would like are ‘I Bet on Loosing Dogs’ or ‘I Want You’. She would also like some BLACKPINK or New Jeans!
Sasha Braus: I feel like Sasha would listen to anything really. Hyperpop and calm music. Maybe some 100geccs or Alex G and Vacations. A song i can see her listening to is ‘Until I Found You’ by Stephen Sanchez, idk why i just do. I can also see her listening to the ‘Changes’ album by Vacations.
Hange Zoe: Hange would listen to ABBA or just older rock music! I see her listening to ABBA’s ‘Voulez-Vous’ album. Hange could also be listening to Beach House or Mamamoo! One song i see her with is ‘HIP’ by Mamamoo. Hange wouldn’t be afraid to blast her music either!
Historia Reiss: I think Historia would listen to Taylor Swift. She would mostly listen to her pop rather than the country. I feel like she would have ‘1989’ as her favorite album as well. Another artist i see that fits her is Lana Del Ray. She would listen to ‘Ultraviolence’ album a lot.
Ymir: Ymir would be listening to Arctic Monkeys or some metal. I feel like she would really like listening to the ‘AM’ album. As for metal i don’t know why but i feel like she’d listen to Korn and Deftones. Ymir would also listen to anything as long as it’s not Country.
Annie Leonhart: Annie would listen to My Bloody Valentine or Yot Club or maybe even t.A.T.u. I feel like she’d definitely have this sort of music style like Alternative/Indie and she would generally like anything in that genre.
Pieck Finger: I can see Pieck listening to TV Girl. She would sing along to the songs a lot especially songs from the ‘Who Really Cares’ album. Pieck’s favorite genre is Indie Pop for sure. I also see her listening to Red Velvet.
Yelena: Yelena would listen to The Neighborhood or Crystal Castles. I could see her liking ‘Reflections’ by the Neighborhood and then ‘Suffocation’ or ‘Vanished’ by crystal castles. And then of COURSE i see her listening to ‘Babooshkaa’ by Kate Bush i mean that’s literally her anthem.
2. What style of clothing would they wear
Mikasa Ackerman: I know in the AU at the end of the manga shows her goth but apart of me sees her wearing grunge clothes or something like that. A specific outfit Mikasa would wear is baggy low waisted jeans with a grunge design on it and a studded belt and pocket chain, long sleeve stripped crop top with a v-neck and 2-3 necklaces. I can see her with black small hoop earrings with a spike hanging. I can see her with worn black vans as well.
Sasha Braus: Sasha would wear a sort of lazyish style. I see her with a white undershirt with a pop culture t-shirt over it and baggy ripped black jeans with regular worn converse. Sasha when she needs to get formal or fancy, i feel like she’d pull it off perfectly.
Hange Zoe: Hange would wear a little bit formal but not too much. Just a white button up that is buttoned to look like a v-neck, nice dress pants and blouse with a golden neck chain. Her shoes would just be comfortable black closed heels or flats! I can also see her wearing an expensive branded belt.
Historia Reiss: Historia would dress sort of white-girlish but i can also see her rocking the Lana Del Ray core. I see her wearing a pastel pink or blue crop top with bell bottom white jeans and berkinstocks. She would wear bandanas hair clips too! I also see her with a medium white dress and little bows in her hair.
Ymir: Ymir would either wear oversized clothes or tight clothes. For oversized, I can see an oversized black or white band or branded t-shirt with tan corduroys and vans high tops. For tight, Ymir would wear a dark small fitting t-shirt with tight ripped jeans and a big red or gray jacket with doc-martens. I don’t see her wearing jewelry except maybe rings.
Annie Leonhart: Annie would wear sweatshirts all the time with a jacket over it occasionally. I can see her with either regular nike shorts or just mid fitting jeans. I can also see cargo pants with all those buckles. I don’t see her wearing jewelry maybe just a bracelet or two. For shoes i see her wearing black worn boots.
Pieck Finger: Pieck would wear a lot of regular black tank tops with black bell bottom leggings and a jacket. I see her wearing beanies sometimes and black dresses. I can see her wearing colorblock star sneakers and/or wedged black heels.
Yelena: Yelena wouldn’t be too far off from her outfit she wears in the anime/manga. I can see a button up that’s buttoned to make a v-neck and rolled sleeves with black dress pants and dress shoes. She would have a Gucci belt and very nice rings as well. I can see her with suspenders or a black suit jacket. Again not too far off from the anime/show but i think that’s what she would wear.
3. How they would confess to you
Mikasa Ackerman: Mikasa would be very nervous and simply tell you when she feels the time is right. She would say something like “y/n, I have a crush on you” or something up front like that in a nervous tone.
Sasha Braus: Sasha would also be really nervous. I feel like she’d get red and just say it as it is. She would have it all planned out and she would pick a spot and have basically a script but she wouldn’t end up following through with the script and she’d let it out.
Hange Zoe: Hange would have it planned out as well. She would do it somewhere memorable like somewhere pretty or just somewhere you guys enjoy. She would look at you in the eyes trying to mask the nervousness and then just say it with confidence.
Historia Reiss: Historia doesnt like to confess first but if she really feels like she does she will. She would either get really nervous and do it over text or do it at the end of a hangout or something like that. She would look at the ground and kind of blush and say “I like you.” or something along the lines of that.
Ymir: Ymir would also just outright say it with confidence. Ymir would tell you exactly how she feels and more. She would do it in a private area and be very passionate when she tells you.
Annie Leonhart: Annie would blush a ton and give a montone voice when she tells you she likes you. Her anxious self would be very visible as well and adorable. She would do it at the end of a hangout as well.
Pieck Finger: I have a feeling for Pieck she would just say it when the time was right. She’d be a little anxious but not too much. She would smile and look at you and tell you how she feels.
Yelena: Yelena would say it super confidently and do it when you two are alone at one’s house. She wouldn’t show any signs of being nervous and she would keep good eye contact while confessing.
4. How they would react if somebody hurt you emotionally/verbally
Mikasa Ackerman: Mikasa would be enraged because all she wants is to protect you and nothing more. She would get involved immediately and make sure whatever happens doesn’t happen again. She would reassure you that it’ll be okay and it won’t happen again.
Sasha Braus: Sasha would try to figure it out calmly and after would try to cheer you up and make you smile/laugh. She would really be calm about it and be very good at cheering you up and helping you forget what happened.
Hange Zoe: Hange would be calm when you told her at first but then deal with it immediately. She would be very stern about it and also professional. She would try and help you afterwards by being by your side and doing whatever you needed in the moment.
Historia Reiss:
Ymir: Ymir would be pretty similar to Mikasa. She would make a couple threats and get furious. Even after she was done dealing with it it would piss her off for awhile. Ymir wouldn’t want anybody hurting you.
Annie Leonhart: Annie would stare at them and talk very sternly and try to intimidate the person. She wouldn’t know how to comfort you well but she would make an effort to and try to reassure you.
Pieck Finger: Pieck would be mad but she would try not to show it. She would try to defuse the situation and make peace. Afterwards she would try to cheer you up and a lot a lot of cuddling!
Yelena: Yelena would be very scary to the person who did it. She would make it clear that she isn’t playing around. She’s so tall that she would probably already intimidate the person. She would quickly tell them off though and make sure it never happens again. Afterwards, with a smile she would reassure you that it’s all gonna be better now.
5. Where they would take you on the first date
Mikasa Ackerman: Mikasa would go to an art museum. She would enjoy how peaceful it is and loved to analyze art. I feel like she wouldn’t handhold as much as first but eventually warm up to it. When the date is over you two would go get ice cream or a sweet treat.
Sasha Braus: Of course Sasha would go out to dinner. You two would go to a local place with a bunch of meat. After the date she would wanna go walk around a town by the sunset! She would love to hold your hand and by the end of the date she would give you a peck on the cheek.
Hange Zoe: Hange would take you out to go bowling or maybe an arcade or roller blading. It would have to be something fun and active. Afterwards she would take you home and make sure you got in okay. She would give you and hug at the end as well.
Historia Reiss: Historia would do a picnic date. She would bring some fruits and desserts such as strawberries, cherries, blueberries, watermelon etc., She would choose a pretty location in a park or maybe a clearing in the forest. Historia would put her head on your shoulder and hold hands a lot too. She loves the way your hand fits into hers.
Ymir: Ymir would probably take you to a theme park or something along the lines of that. She loves the thrills and she would of course hold your hand and make sure you felt comfortable at all times. When the date is over she would make sure you enjoyed yourself.
Annie Leonhart: Annie’s first date would be very chill. I can see her wanting a movie night at your house or hers. She would let you pick the movie and she would set up a fold out couch with blankets and pillows. She would love to cuddle a bunch.
Pieck Finger: Pieck would wanna go somewhere traditional like a Café. She would get a hot coffee and maybe a pastry with that. She would initiate all of the conversations and make sure to not make the date boring at any time.
Yelena: Yelena would either take you to a nice place to eat like a fancy restaurant or an expensive shopping mall. She would pay for the food and buy you a couple things at the mall. She would hold the bags for you and your hand at the same time. She would take you home and wait at the house until you got inside. Yelena would hug you at the end of the date and give a kiss if comfortable.
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myfireplacewentboom · 2 months
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Jenkins' Boy
Jenkins’ Boy
18+
Male Corpo V x Arthur Jenkins
Vincent is the perfect Arasaka employee: efficient and ambitious. Arthur Jenkins is a cold, calculating corpo with an eye for talent and a serious grudge. Vincent’s growing obsession with both his boss and his own career spirals, and he is forced to confront the realities of the corporate world he has chosen.
I’m sitting at my desk in my office booth on the main floor of Arasaka’s Counterintelligence division. It is seven minutes past eight in the evening which means I have been here thirteen hours, eleven minutes and two seconds. I know that because I am told by the timed tracker on my monitor.
The text on the screen in front of me is blurred; the letters are bleeding into each other and the page I’m reading stopped making sense a little while ago. I restart my cybernetic optics but there is no change: the words are a hazy smear of black and grey on white. As I sit there reloading and reloading my kiroshis, I surmise that this must be a mental issue and this distresses me - a scary reminder of the shortcomings of my organic brain. So I reach for the drawer besides my desk and slide it open before extending a hand inside for my latest cognitive booster -Trauma Team approved - that had been delivered by the medical corporation last Saturday as part of a subscription plan covered by my platinum insurance package. The booster is in its usual place - to the left, at the back - and my fingers wrap around it. I lift it to my mouth, my dry lips close around the cool plastic in relief, and I pump it - once, twice - with a practised hand. The swelling in my head folds in on itself like a ball of paper being tightly crumpled and my mind settles almost instantaneously.
I’m feeling sharper now, less distracted. I blink a few times and when I reload my optics again the text on the screen focuses. My vision is perfect once more so I remove the booster from my mouth and place it carefully back in its usual spot and then I resume analysing the Biotechnica intelligence files our agent recovered this evening. As I read the report I annotate my observations on a separate document and these notes I make are detailed and meticulous (I know what I am doing) and as I’m starting to finish up my eyes dart over to the tracker on my monitor again and I note that in six minutes I will allocate them to my assistant Carter Smith to log.
Harry Johnson, an assistant agent like me who I am forced to work with on this assignment, releases a slow yawn from across the other side of the booth we share. The sound is muffled but annoyingly rich and long with a finishing crescendo. I know Harry has moved his hand to his mouth, closed his eyes and stretched in his blue and white striped Appel De Paris shirt. The image I am holding in my head enrages me because I can picture it so clearly, and then Harry lets out another exaggerated yawn and something within in me that I had been quietly holding together all afternoon suddenly snaps.
Useless piece of shit. I think.
I’m confused by the intensity of the anger because I am usually very calm. My face is all scrunched up, my eyebrows low and knitted; I realise, startled, that I’m glaring at Harry through my screen. I drop the frown immediately because I do not want wrinkles and then I notice a very dry feeling at the back of my throat, so I lick my lips and swallow. My focus shifts away from Harry Johnson and I slide open my desk drawer again, pick up my booster and study it closely. I read through the listed possible side effects and I turn the booster in my palm, over and over again.
My neck suddenly goes cold and I am hyper aware.
The Assistant Director and my direct superior, Arthur Jenkins, strides back into the office. He’s a tall, forty-something man with broad shoulders, wearing a fitted black silk suit jacket and matching suit pants, a black waistcoat and a white cotton shirt with a button down collar, all from Jinguji. His shoes are polished black oxfords (also from Jinguji) which hit the ground loudly as he marches with heavy, purposeful steps. His tie is black and red striped silk done up in a tight Windsor knot and his dark hair is neatly slicked as always. A thunderous scowl is etched upon his face.
The faint murmurings of my colleagues are swiftly ended and the room fills with an uneasy silence. All faces turn towards monitors, mine included, and I ensure that my back is perfectly straight as Arthur Jenkins stops and surveys the room with a cold, critical stare.
I feel his gaze pinpoint on me, as I always do. My insides squirm hideously and the soft dusting of hairs on the back of my neck slowly rise. I think that Jenkins is studying me for some time, although I cannot turn around and be sure of this, and I feel slightly ill but also slightly pleased to be once more the focus of his complete attention.
Jenkins moves on. I chance a secret glance up from my monitor and watch as he stalks into his personal office. From my desk I have a perfect view of Jenkins’ body - his long back, his tense thighs, his perfect ass covered in black silk - and I watch until the double set of doors slide shut behind him.
I can vividly remember the day I first set eyes on Arthur Jenkins. It had been the most important day of my life - my Arasaka interview - a month before I was due to graduate from the Academy, back when my voice used to shake when I was nervous and I had not known the correct amount of pomade to work into my hair. I had introduced myself immediately when he’d walked in and had offered him my hand, which he had shaken, and then he had assessed me coolly from behind his desk as I had sat across from him in my new suit and eager smile and sweaty palms. The sweat had only increased throughout the ruthless interrogation and I recall at one point my voice had accidentally stammered when he’d asked me for my opinion on the 2023 bombing, to my humiliation. Jenkins’ face had been inscrutable up until this point. But I remember how his lips had twisted upwards at this as if he was indulging in some pleasure at my embarrassment and, sensing my fear, he had pounced on this and pressed me. I had survived well enough in that interview with all the trained confidence of an Academy boy from Charter Hill (I had later discovered that I had ranked in the ninety-fifth percentile of my cohort that year) but Arthur Jenkins had made a striking impression on me. I had cried in the backseat of my father’s chevillon as our family’s chauffeur had driven me home, where upon entering the penthouse on Jefferson Avenue I had locked myself in my bedroom and had masturbated furiously through tears.
From across the other side of the booth I hear Harry exhale when Jenkins leaves the room. He then laughs, quietly and nervously, and I find myself struggling to repress my anger once more.
“Guessing the meeting with Abernathy didn’t go well.” Harry Johnson says to me.
 He waits for a minute - the tapping on his keyboard stops. I don’t reply. Harry seems to get the message because the keyboard starts up once more and I’m not as bothered by this sound because I can drone it out, and he does not try to speak to me again.
We work in silence. I finish annotating my report. When I’ve written down my last observation, I glance at the timer on my monitor and realise to my satisfaction that I am two minutes ahead of schedule. I send the file to Carter Smith’s inbox. Then I stand away from my desk and leave the red booth, ignoring Harry Johnson as he slowly lifts his head and looks up at me as I pass.
Carter Smith is sitting at his desk. He does not have his own booth. He is wearing an ill-fitting blue blazer jacket over a cheap cotton shirt. His tan office pants and brown brogues (brown shoes are inappropriate for a professional environment) are non-label. His dotted cotton tie is coming loose and his belt is black, so it does not match his brogues. Carter Smith’s brow is sweaty and his hair lacks pomade. He freezes when he sees me - which I find amusing - and more tiny beads collect on his too-shiny forehead like dew drops on weeds.
“Carter.” I say in greeting.
He stands up abruptly, awkwardly. I notice that he has a good two inches on me but I remind myself calmly that Carter Smith and I are the same age and he is only a junior analyst assistant in Arasaka Corporation and will never climb higher. He will never stay at the Tokyo Konpeki Plaza hotel, taste real sushi in his mouth, or wear silk Jinguji underwear like I do. Carter Smith did not rank in the ninety-fifth percentile in our interview cohort. And, I am pleased to observe, I am handsomer.
“Hi Vincent! I, um, I have those Petrochem reports you asked for.” Carter says, stumbling a little over his words as usual.
He clears his throat and blushes, and perhaps because it has been so long since my own boyish stammering, and perhaps I enjoyed seeing the weaknesses of my colleagues displayed before me, that I feel no sympathy towards Carter Smith, and I do not feel kind.
“They were supposed to be ready yesterday.” I frown.
Carter stiffens as I take a step towards him. He carries himself meekly, apologetically, and he smiles weakly but there is no friendliness behind this useless gesture. I’m aware that Carter Smith hates me but I regard this without emotion; it’s just another piece of information that I acknowledge.
“And whilst I’m here you can explain your dress code breach.” I continue, and gesture sharply towards his ill-fitting blazer and plain tan slacks. “You’re a mess. Did you really thing this was appropriate to wear to the office?”
Carter’s too-big ears turn pink and he says nothing so I have to impatiently ask, “Well?”
He looks slightly shocked, as if confused by the question, and stares back at me helplessly with his dull brown eyes. “Sorry - my other suit’s in the wash - I don’t have another. This, this is the smartest thing I own…” He trails off feebly before adding, “I, um, I didn’t have any client meetings today.”
I know that he knows this is no excuse – Arasaka rules are very clear - but I’m starting to get bored. My admonishment has lost all its fun and I’m too tired to drag the conversation out so I say, “You know what the rules are - see that this doesn’t happen again.”
“Yes sir. I’ll send you the reports now…”
My lips curl at this. Sir. I’m still young enough that this word feels odd in my head but I can’t deny the satisfaction the title gives me, hearing it coming out of my assistant’s mouth. I feel very grown-up all of a sudden, very important, and I have a smug realisation of my increasing status in the world and this makes me slightly giddy. I feel a step closer to Arthur Jenkins and his inscrutable, untouchable power and this is very thrilling.
An unpleasant smell creeps up my nose. It’s Carter Smith’s cheap eau de toilette and it’s sufficiently pungent enough to pull me from my fantasies. Carter looks at me, standing rigidly, and I realise he is waiting for me for me to speak. I remember the files I sent to his inbox and I point a finger towards his monitor. His big cow eyes follow obediently.
“I’ve sent you something – the report our agent at Biotechnica recovered this evening.  Log all of my points and cross reference the data with the Militech report from Tuesday, you know the one.” I’m saying all this with a firm, authoritative tone. “Drop whatever mundane shit you’re doing right now and prioritise this, it’s important. Details are in the attachment - you’ll see my notes.”
Carter nods and sits, sweaty forehead glistening from the glow of his screen. “Ok. Will do.” He thanks me and then he asks, “When do you want this by?”
“End of the day. Hand it to me personally before you leave tonight to buy a new suit.” I tell him coldly. “I suggest you get started. If this one’s late too, don’t bother coming in tomorrow.”
I watch as for the first time, Carter Smith’s face pales. His eyes strain and his mouth opens and closes and opens again and for a moment he looks as if he wants to say something, so I wait. But the moment passes and Carter says nothing.
I’m strangely disappointed. I wanted Carter Smith to push back at me instead of shrinking away obediently like he always did. But Carter Smith was only a junior assistant, a Watson boy, and even though he and I had attended Arasaka Academy together in the same year and pledged ourselves to the same corporation, we did not operate in the same realms. Carter Smith was a Kabuki charity case, the first in his family to join the Academy and then the megacorp, and his name did not open doors for him in the same way that mine did. He would never stand up to me, no matter how cruel or unfair I was, no matter how much I mistreated him - he has no friends here to help him and I suppose he couldn’t bear going back to Kabuki. My disappointment fades, replaced with a gleeful awareness that I possessed power over people like Carter Smith, and I was curious to test these limits.
I start to turn away from Carter - back to my booth, back to Harry Johnson - but familiar ringing swells in my head and I realise that Arthur Jenkins is calling me on holo.
I feel sick; my heartrate spikes to one hundred and six beats per minute which is enough to be considered fast and I know this because of the biometric reading notification flashing in the top right corner of my visuals. I recall the neuromotor relaxation exercises advised to me by my life coach during our last session together where he had told me I needed to control my breathing – visualising a still body of water might help, Vincent – and I breathe steadily: in and out, in and out.
I accept the call.
“Vincent here.” I say, and I wait. Jenkins’ display loads a second later and I notice anxiously that he’s still scowling – jaw tense, lips pressed tightly together.
“Did you not get my message?” Jenkins demands angrily. Dread builds up inside me.
“No - I’m sorry - what message? I’ve been away from my desk.” I say, and I swallow.
“Oh? And why is that?”
“Just finishing that Biotechnica report you wanted done. It’s almost there, should be with you this evening.” I explain and as I say this I look at Carter Smith pointedly.
Jenkins nods curtly. “Good, fine. Let your assistant handle it - come to my office. I need to talk to you in private.”
His short tone twists my stomach. I wonder if there have been any faults in my recent performance and I think back on my latest defensive operations - Tokyo, London, Seoul - I had been pleased with the results at the time but doubt begins to creep into my mind and a wash of icy panic envelopes me.
“I’m coming.” I say.
Jenkins doesn’t reply. He ends the call and my view refocuses on my immediate surroundings, where I see Carter Smith staring very hard at his screen. I ignore him and turn, embarrassed. I remind myself that I don’t care what Carter Smith thinks.
I march towards the antechamber that leads into Arthur Jenkins’ private office, straightening my silk suit jacket from Jinguji that I have paired with matching black pants and a red micro-twill shirt with a classic collar. On my way, I catch faint murmurings from some of the colleagues I pass, whose eyes I feel pointed towards the back of my head like knives. One muttering catches my particular attention.
“Don’t look now but that’s him - Jenkins’ boy.”
Jenkins’ boy.
I bristle and flush hard with indignation and something else and there’s a slight tightness in my pants which I do my best to ignore. My spiralling anxiety deflates the growing tent in my slacks but I realise that no matter the outcome here - even if I’m fired and kicked out of Arasaka like Joey Livani had been yesterday with my implants switched off - that I will masturbate vigorously to this nickname tonight.
I step into the antechamber and then maintain a still position facing forwards with my feet evenly spaced apart, as instructed to do so by a disembodied female voice. A blinding blue light hits me as the security scan hones in on my face and it’s very uncomfortable but I don’t blink. Perhaps it is the growing dread in the pit of my stomach, but as I stand there bathed in blue light I wonder what it would feel like for visitor authorisation to fail and to be gunned down by the turrets above the door. I wonder if I would die before my crumpled, bullet-ridden body hit the floor or if I would feel anything at all.
The camera completes its assessment of my face and the double set of doors in front of me slide open smoothly.
My black leather oxfords echo on the floor of Jenkins’ private office. The room is dimly lit but the vibrancy of Night City’s corporate plaza behind the glass back wall casts neon streaks across its length. I can see the mega towers of rival corporations - Militech, Kang Tao, Petrochem - giant concrete monoliths surrounding the plaza like gravestones, blocking out the sky. Two enormous projected koi fish - one orange, one blue - swim in a circle above a sea of gridlocked cars. If I squint I can just about make out the vague shapes of people on the ground, tiny enough that they don’t really look like people at all but more like a variety of little coloured bugs I could step on. Arthur Jenkins stands behind his desk arms folded, a dark silhouette against a blazing urban hellscape. He does not turn around as he speaks.
“Have a seat, Vincent.”
I do as I am told. My erection has completed deflated by now because I’m so worked up and in my head.  I run through, over and over, my latest defensive operations until there is nothing left to analyse because by now they’ve bled into each other. I am reminded once more of the shortcomings of my organic brain except this time there is no cognitive booster waiting in its usual spot in a drawer beside me to be thrust into my mouth and pumped.
Slowly, Arthur Jenkins turns around and looks at me. His face - inscrutable, coldly handsome - is agonisingly calm and after he sits opposite me he pulls from his desk an expensive looking bottle of Japanese whisky and two crystal glasses, and I’m surprised at this. I am offered one, and I summon the Arasaka employee in me and accept, although I dislike the taste of spirits.
“I was gifted this in Kyoto last month by my counterpart.” Jenkins tells me as he rotates the bottle in his hand and inspects it.
“The culinary scene there is unrivalled.” I state.
“You’ve been to Kyoto?” He asks.
“Some time last year.” I say, although I haven’t.
“I despise the Japanese.” Jenkins says casually. I laugh lightly in response although it wasn’t a joke. “But they make good whisky.”
He opens the bottle and pours with large, steady hands. Amber liquid spills from the mouth and into my glass. A wave of lust crests over me and as I watch Jenkins’ hands I imagine them gripping my thighs and spreading them apart.  He kisses the inside of my legs before his hands move to my waist, slowly gliding up my naked body and running over my pectoral muscles until they find my throat, where they wrap around and squeeze the life from me.
When I raise the glass to my lips I meet Jenkins’ eyes. Then I drink with perfect precision.
The whisky swirls around my mouth. It’s Yamazaki – drier and smokier than the American bourbons I order when I have to when I lunch with Brandon Tsang and Frank Nostra. I hold the whisky and chew on it like I should before swallowing and as it runs down my throat it burns but I don’t cough. Jenkins drinks from his own tumbler. I watch - stomach squirming, throat on fire - hoping that he doesn’t ask for my opinion on the bottle because my head already feels light and I’m not well versed in whisky from Japan and I have never actually been to Kyoto.
Jenkins drains all of his. “Fucking Abernathy bitch has screwed me over.” He says suddenly.  I’m startled by the spite in his voice and almost drop my glass. “I was this close to making Director. Smeared me with the Osaka report this morning in front of a load of Japanese execs. Now she’s been the one promoted to Director of Spec Ops. The cunt.”
Right – his meeting with Abernathy that Harry Johnson had mentioned to me earlier. I feel a weight lift from my stomach as I realise I’m not the cause of Jenkins’ fury. The biometric reading notification flashes and tells me my hormone levels have stabilised.
Jenkins has worked himself up now. “Should have known she’d take all the credit for that Jakarta ploy. It was my idea to dump all that synthetic oil into the ocean. And for what? Now she’s on the eightieth floor and I’m stuck in Counter Intel. Need to get back at her, teach her a thing or two; show her what you get when you fuck with me.” He pauses for a moment, looks at me, and seems to remember my presence. His eyes sweep over me approvingly.
“Nice suit.” He says.
“Thanks.” I say, pleased. “It’s Jinguji.”
Jenkins pours himself another drink and studies the glass in his hand. I admire the way he holds the glass - lazily, easily, conveying a deep sense of self-reliance and …inner conviction, I decide; he and the tumbler are one. “You’re wondering why I called you here.” Jenkins states. He looks at me with cold blue eyes.
“Is this to do with the Seoul report?” I ask quietly.
Jenkins’ brow furrows. “What? No, nothing like that.”
He pauses for a moment, looks me up and down again. His face shifts into a familiar detached neutrality. He composes himself utterly as he assesses me, and I am distinctly reminded of my Arasaka interview two years ago. My mouth starts to feel uncomfortably dry. When Arthur Jenkins speaks to me again his voice is hard and deliberate.
“Listen carefully; I’ll only say this once.”
He swirls the whisky around the tumbler and I watch in silence as a drop of liquid spills over the top of the glass and runs down his hand - gold gleaming in the dark.
“I need people on my side, people I can rely on when the time comes.” Jenkins says. “I’ve been monitoring you since you first interviewed with me, you know. There are going to be some major changes around here soon and I need people like you, Vincent. I like the way you operate; you and I work well together. It would be a shame if anything were to happen that would stop that.”
He did not say it directly, but I was experienced enough in the corporate world to know what Jenkins was getting at. Behind the glass wall, a black and red Arasaka AV glides elegantly up to a landing pad above us. Jenkins’ eyes do not leave mine.
“Can I continue to count on you?” He asks softly. His fist is clenched tight around his glass. I know that there is only one acceptable answer here.
“Yes.” I say.
My head feels light and the word had slipped easily out of my mouth, but I had meant it. I’m flattered Jenkins has asked me, has invited me here in private to drink expensive whisky he had been gifted in Japan. He had not asked anyone else; he had only asked me.
He’s studying my face closely. I can see the initial suspicion - the gears turning in his head as he considers my answer, our history, my intentions. Then he relaxes, satisfied with my sincerity. “Good. I’m glad we understand each other.”
He leans back into the chair and drinks smoothly. I watch his as his body spreads assertively – the broad cut of his shoulders pressing his black suit jacket firmly into the dark leather. My eyes trace the outline of Jenkins’ mouth. His lips are full and fleshy as he smiles slowly and I imagine them kissing the inside of my thighs and his tongue slipping out and licking my cock.
“One more thing, so you can be sure you made the right decision.” Jenkins says. “Loyalty should be rewarded: I’m promoting you to agent, effective immediately. You’ll take over Livani’s patch: Europe - Frankfurt. I assume you know why he won’t be doing it anymore.”
Agent.
I run the word over and over again in my head until it sounds funny and loses all meaning. My silk pants grow agonisingly tight. An Arasaka Counterintelligence Agent at twenty-three years old - I might be the youngest agent in the entire Night City branch. The thought of this causes a very smug smile to flit across my face.
Jenkins raises his glass of Yamazaki. I match his toast and drink, downing my glass. The whisky burning through me is a lot stronger than I’m used to and I wince. It’s Yamazaki, a Japanese whisky that Jenkins had been gifted in Kyoto, which I have never been to. The room feels very warm and a pink flush dusts my cheeks.
“You know, you remind me of myself when I was young.”
I don’t hear the rest of what Jenkins says. I’m lost in a light haze - the city skyline behind him is a multi-coloured blur - but it’s a pleasurable experience and his voice makes me hard.
“Come here.” Jenkins commands with a wave of his hand. His lips are curled into a smirk. “Come on.”
The room sways gently. One of the giant projected koi fish - the orange one - swims leisurely past the glass back wall, illuminating the room in a soft sunset glow.
I walk unsteadily until I’m standing before him. I can smell him now - his hair, his breath, his skin.  Pepper, vanilla and spices - strong and musky. I want to breathe into his neck, run my tongue up his face and taste the stubble and sweat. Jenkins looks me up and down. I feel his gaze linger between my thighs, on the outline in my pants.
“You’ve even styled your hair like me.” He says. He runs a hand through my carefully slicked locks and I shiver pleasantly. “Cute.” He intones each syllable.
“I - I …” I say weakly. I don’t know where I’m going with this sentence. Jenkins’ touch is very warm on my face and in my hair and I realise I have never been held like this before. A deeply repressed longing, not only for touch, but for more than that - for genuine connection - swells within me and it is so overpowering and my erection is so sore that I think, blissfully - I love him - andit seems to me as he pushes me firmly onto the floor and unzips and slips down his silk pants to reveal his hard, pink penis, that he loves me too.
He fucks my mouth until I choke. Then he pulls out - his pale cock glistening with my saliva - and throws me onto his desk and my slacks and underwear are easily removed. Jenkins kisses the inside of my thighs then grips my legs and then my waist. He sucks and kisses my stomach, my nipples, my neck, then pushes my knees up to my chest.  I feel his hot breath and his tongue.
A finger is thrust inside me, then two, and it hurts. He hears my cry and grins. I think he’ll force himself inside me then but he coats me in lube and saliva before pressing his penis against my asshole and pushing it in. His hips start bucking, he pants as he ruts. Then his thrusts grow sloppy, his breathing laboured, and it’s all over. He orgasms - eyes wild, mouth open - and hot semen shoots into me and onto my thighs and onto the desk and drips down my ass.
His penis is already going soft as he pulls away. I’m lying on the desk stroking my cock and I look to Jenkins confused but he says nothing; he’s not looking at me. He’s watching the Night City skyline.
I catch my reflection in the glass. I see myself how Arthur Jenkins sees me: inexperienced, obedient, pliable. A startling innocence that I had never recognised in myself before is shown for the first time and I suddenly feel very young, very self-conscious. I realise despite my new title I was still the Academy boy playing pretend in an adult world that was rapidly hurtling towards me, and I feel alone. I’m afraid.
A koi fish - the blue one - swims slowly past. The light washes the office in a blue hue so it looks like water is flooding in and we will drown. It’s cold; I’m naked. I wipe Jenkin’s semen from my stomach with my pocket square and put my clothes back on.
My footsteps echo quietly back to the antechamber. As the double set of doors slide open, Jenkins calls my name.
I turn. He’s a black silhouette against a blazing neon sky and I feel very scared. His tone is threatening when he speaks.
“Don’t disappoint me.”
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Top 5 favorite Jane looks/outfits? Did she ever actually wear a BPD jacket and hat? I like that look but idk if i get that from fiction or TV show 😂
Oh you’re getting to one of my favorite things in life - how Jane Rizzoli dresses 🫦. She wore that evidence collection jacket but I don’t think she ever wore a hat with it. I could be mistaken.
But as far as top five looks? Here we go:
1) the blue suit with the black v neck underneath. Bonus points for the Burberry coat that went with it in the zombie episode. Whew. Sorry daddy, I’ve been a bad girl. Erm, I mean… forgive me, Father for I have sinned.
2) the all black suit with the maroon v neck when she goes to pray in that church.
3) the light gray suit she wears when they have that heat wave. Gave me a heat wave, bitch. Ok clearly I have a thing for suits.
4) the Kevlar vest with the olive colored v neck when they go for a bust on that boat.
5) THE WHITE PINSTRIPE SHIRT WITH THE SLACKS. You know the one she wears when Hope and Cailin come over for dinner? Tied with the baby blue button up with the gray pants when Tommy catches that federal case.
Honorable mention to any time she wore aviators. There are so many good looks! Y’all got favorites? 👀
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Short Story Time!
Fun fact: in addition to be a snarky-yet-savvy astrologer and astrology writer, I also write fiction. And I recently wrote an astrology satire of "Romeo and Juliet". It's a 3-act short story, written as a journal, with lots of astrology and humor. Enjoy!
Tales of the Leo New Moon
7.28 – ♌ 🌑 
Something marvelous happened today. Actually, it was both marvelous and tragic, like the movie Glitter. (Well, that film was just terrible. Tragic, even.) Today’s new moon in Leo was lighting up my natal Mars and Jupiter in Leo. 
One time, Deidre, my Capricorn mentor, said that when you have a new moon positively aspecting Mars and Jupiter, you’ll encounter a potential sexy lover (Mars) / potential guru (Jupiter)—and OMG, was she right!
OK. I was at Whole Foods with my Taurus BFF Vani, even though I was adamantly against being so. I mean, Ivywild, CO has so many more amazing places to hang out than a freaking grocery store. And tbh, I had a lot better places to be than at a grocery store on a Thursday morning. Especially on this Leo new moon. 
“You say that now,” Vani said with a slight tone of mocking as she parked her car, “but just wait until you see the hot guys working here.”
Hotties at Whole Foods? She must be joking. 
Except she wasn’t. Vani was right: Whole Foods was teeming with hot guys. They were everywhere– in the produce department, in the front end, getting grocery carts—I mean, it was a feast of sexy fellas, an outbreak. Gorgeous guys in their jeans, button downs, and black aprons were hustling through the grocery store, rolling crates and stock carts, looking FINE as WINE. I could hardly believe it.  
“See what I mean?” Vani said, noticing how my jaw had dropped at this wondrous sight.
“Yes, I do,” I said slowly, still aghast. 
It had been so long since we had been around this many good-looking guys in the flesh, I almost forgot what a hot guy really looked like. (Almost. I mean, I still had my Pinterest boards of Tom Hiddleston and Robert Downey Jr. pics to stare at on lonely nights.) Anyway, Vani and I did as we normally do: we started flirting with nearly every guy asking them their zodiac signs as we pretended to shop for stuff we knew we weren't gonna buy. 
Vani took 15 minutes chatting with a Scorpio barista whom she said was “sexy AF” as we ventured away from the Whole Foods cafe. (Tbh, he was not sexy. He looked like Bill Gates with a short-fade haircut. Talk about ew.) And it was when I was finishing up a rather saucy conversation with an Aries about peach jam and nectarine jelly, that I stopped short. 
The hottest guy I’ve ever seen was standing in the produce section, stocking cucumbers lettuce, and other green things. He looked like an Adonis against the backdrop of lush greens and bright-colored veggies, a demi-god in a modern-day Eden… He had ocean-blue eyes; an angular–yet-slack jaw with just the right amount of groomed scruff; full lips, gauged ears, and –best of all –a man bun (gawd, I love man buns). And he was dressed in a blue flannel shirt over a white v-neck and jeans, just like an Urban Outfitters model… 
He was an Adonis, and Urban Adonis. 
“Oh my gawd, Vani,” I said, grabbing her arm, “look at him.”
“Ooh,” Vani said, giggling slightly, “what do you think his sign is?”
“No clue,” I said slowly as I continued to watch the guy. 
Then he looked up and– OMG it was incredible. It was like he was looking not at me, but through me, and like he was just as amazed and impressed by me as I was him. 
Emboldened by this and also hella curious about his sign, I marched over to where he was stocking cucumbers and lettuce to talk to him. Something swirled in the air as I did so, like a magic spell was being cast or a thread of fate was right then being sewn between us.
We stared at each other in stunned and expectant silence. Well, sorta. Internally, I was yelling at myself to say something–anything–when this genius one-liner came out: 
“Er–What’s your sign?” 
Urban Adonis leaned back and stared at me, and his bright blue eyes flickered with something I couldn’t read. Like, I couldn’t tell if he was taken aback, freaked out, or thankful that I had gotten to the point. (He had to be wondering about my sign too, right?) 
After what felt like hours of us sitting there staring at each other in the produce section like a couple of wide-eyed, open-mouthed Precious Moments dolls, Urban Adonis tilted his head and gave me this deliciously playful-yet-wolfish look. Then, he spoke.  
“What’s your sign?” 
OMG even his voice was hot. Seriously. It was like a choir of hunky alto and baritone angels had come together to produce the heavenly sound that was this Adonis’s voice. And I was so taken aback by the gorgeous sound emanating from his chest that I… 
Well, I stammered quite a bit, actually. 
“N-no,”  I stuttered, my stomach giving a nervous jolt, “I—I want to know your sign.” 
Urban Adonis didn’t say anything. He folded his arms across his chest and gazed back at me. This sent my pulse racing and I felt myself flush with fever. 
“I’m a Gemini,” I said.
“A Gemini,” he repeated slowly, as though tasting each letter of my zodiac name. This nearly set me ablaze and melted me into a puddle. 
Growing impatient, I again asked: “So, what’s your sign? I mean, when’s your birthday?” 
My tongue tumbled over the words as though they were thick oatmeal. WTF? 
Urban Adonis’s brilliant blue eyes widened once more. He bit his lip, holding the lip bite for several seconds as he gave me a quick once-over. This sent little tingles up and down me.
“January,” he said, “I was born in January.”
January? WTF did he mean by January? 
“What day in January?” I asked, trying to hide my confusion. 
“The 26th.”
OH DEAR GOD NO. 
This was the moment when my world came crashing down. This was the moment when all that sweet meet-cute crap turned sour, when the marvelous turned tragic. 
“So, you’re an Aquarius?” I croaked.
Urban Adonis gave me a wolfish grin. “I guess I am.”
I nodded and smiled like you do when you hear horrible news you would have preferred not to hear but can’t let the other person know that you think the news was horrible.  
How could this hottie with a body be an—Oh, I can’t even say it. It’s too tragic: the most gorgeous guy I’ve ever seen, the potential love of my life, was born under the one sign I will never be able to date (besides Scorpio).  
7.29 –  ♌☽ ☍ ♄ ♒ + ♃ rx  
Aquarius? Urban Adonis is an Aquarius?  
How can a guy as gorgeous as Urban Adonis (and who is so obviously into me), be born under the ONE sign I can’t stand (besides Scorpio)? Why? Why does the universe hate me?
I mean, OK. Of course I got Urban Adonis’s digits yesterday and he, mine. I also got his name–Tyler–but I have no intention of ever texting or calling him, let alone seeing him again. 
How can I when he’s an Aquarius? 
“Oh, Vani,” I moaned, “How could the universe have forsaken me with this–this disaster? I feel I’m a sailor lost at sea, with nothing steering my sails!”
“Stop being such a phlegmatic Pisces Moon right now,” Vani said, which I took great offense to; mostly because I didn’t know what she meant by “phlegmatic”, but it made me think of that giant Mucus character from those Mucinex commercials. Is that how my best friend of nearly 23 years thinks of me, as an obnoxious anthropomorphic ball of phlegm? 
Anyway, it wasn’t my fault. Today’s transits had me feeling like that vile phlegm-ball (figuratively and literally: I was quite stuffy, today). First and foremost, Jupiter, the planet of luck and opportunity, stationed retrograde mere hours after yesterday’s new moon (that would explain why my luck with Urban Adonis suddenly took a turn for the worse.) Plus, the Moon was now moving towards an opposition to Saturn. My horoscope from astrology.com said that transit imparted feelings of overwhelm and restriction and I was likely to face an emotional crisis. And boy was it right: This Tyler-Aquarius stuff has me in dire straits.    
Vani came over to my place to comfort me. Actually, all she really did was sit on my bed flipping through Linda Goodman’s Love Signs (I know she was looking at Taurus-Scorpio compatibility. She got that barista’s number yesterday even though I told her it was a bad idea) while I paced my bedroom, mourning this tragedy for the 800th time in the past 24 hours. 
“So he’s an Aquarius,” Vani said, putting the book down, “what’s the big deal?”
“I’ve never gotten along with an Aquarius, that’s the big deal!” I cried. “Remember Keith from our high school English class who loved Swedish death metal and Heart of Darkness?”
Vani gasped. “Ew. He’s an Aquarius?” 
“YES! And we hated each other,” I said, adjusting my glasses. “It’s all my Leo placements: Mars, Jupiter, Ascendant! Leo and Aquarius are opposite signs. Why do you think I tell you and every other Taurus to stay away from Scorpios?”
She thought for a moment. “Because you got spurned by a Scorpio, and have become incredibly biased towards the sign, and really, any other sign besides yours and mine?” 
“That’s not true,” I huffed. “I don’t have any astrological biases. I tell you to stay away from Scorpios because they’re your opposite, just like Aquarius is Leo’s opposite.”
“Even so,” Vani said, sounding unconvinced, “you’re a Gemini, not a Leo. Aren’t Gemini and Aquarius compatible?” 
“In theory, yes,” I said, “If Aquarians didn’t suck. I mean, have you seen the list of notable Aquarius celebs: Michael Bay, Guy Fieri, JOHN TRAVOLTA. Um, ew, ew, EW. More like John T-Revolting amirit?”  
(OK, Travolta was hot when he played Danny Zuko, but that’s about it.)
“That one ex-Navy mechanic I dated for a week was an Aquarius, and he was a freak,” Vani said, sounding convinced. “There’s not enough foundation in the world that could cover up his weirdness. Second conversation we had, he talked about butt plugs and X-Files. He’s now a mortician. That says it all.” She shuddered. “But they can’t all be bad, can they? Tyler seemed very charming. What does his birth chart say about him?”
“I don’t wanna look!” I bellowed, covering my face. “Knowing my luck, he’ll be 50% Aquarius and 50% Scorpio, and I can’t face another disappointment like that. Not again.” 
“I don’t know, you got his birthday and his phone number. I wouldn’t say that’s a disappointment,” she said, patting my leg. “Besides he wouldn’t stop staring at you the whole time you two were talking. Who cares if he’s an Aquarius? He likes you, I’m sure of it.” 
As Vani returned to Love Signs, I sat on my windowsill and gazed outside. 
The Moon was barely a sliver above the mountains, and pale stars speckled the night sky. Warm lights from all the bars and buildings a few miles yonder broke up the darkness. 
The worst, most shameful part was that, even though he’s an Aquarius who may have some Scorpio in his chart, I liked Tyler. A LOT. He was charming and playful and sooo freaking hot. Still, he’s an Aquarius, the sign opposite my Leo Ascendant, which placed his Sun on my Descendant. Which is–oh, let me explain. 
The Ascendant and the Descendant are two of four critical angles in the birth chart. One’s Ascendant (or Rising Sign) is the zodiac sign rising in the eastern horizon at the moment we take our first breath; this sign is sooo important because it rules the 1st House of the Identity and how you operate in the world. It’s basically the front door of your horoscope. Whereas the Descendant is opposite that; its sign describes the qualities of your open enemies. They possess the qualities you lack (and vice versa), which creates subconscious animosity (like the animosity that exists between Kylie and Kendall Jenner.)
It’s so hard to guess a Rising Sign. Really, you need the whole chart, but in order to know Tyler’s Rising Sign and his whole chart, I’d have to ask him what time he was born, which meant I’d have to text him, and I was firmly against texting, calling, or ever seeing him. 
Still, I was curious… There was something about this guy, Tyler. He was more than just a hot guy. I mean, Whole Foods was teeming with hot guys yesterday, but Tyler and I were drawn to each other like magnets. Still, I wondered why… Why did I find him so intriguing? 
It had to have something to do with fate–or, at the very least, astrology and our astrological compatibility. I mean, how else would you explain how two people could be drawn to each other in an instant?   
Quickly, I reached for my phone in my back pocket and without really realizing what my thumbs were doing, I texted Tyler:
Hey, this is Camille :). Weird question, but: Do you know what time you were born?
And it happened as soon as I sent the text, like a message from heaven, he replied with only three words (and an emoji):
3:30 a.m. Why? 😏
Without replying, I inputted his birth data into the chart generator on astro.com, and–
OMG. OMG. OMG. OMG. OMG. OMG.
7.30 – ☾ ☌ ♃ in ♎ 
This is unreal. Honestly. 
Today, The North Node of Destiny is aligning with Uranus the Awakener sometimes known as the planet of electricity and ah-ha moments. And boy, did I feel awakened and electric! Like, I feel light as air yet bubbly at the same time and led to a massive discovery. (Seriously, I felt like I was drunk this morning–but in a good way! Like, I was drunk with delirium or something.) And it wasn’t just the transits that were causing this. No, it was the fact that…
“He’s my soulmate!” I beamed as I traipsed into my fave botanical shop, Metaphysicum, where, after passing shelves of herbal teas, bath bombs, soaps and spritzes,  I would find my Capricorn guru and former astrologer-turned-herbalist, Deidre. 
She sat behind the counter in the middle of the store, putting labels on a few small dark vials. There were dried flowers, sprigs of herbs, and a strong scent of citrus and rosemary. 
“I just mixed up this essential oil for energy and positivity,” Deidre said, apparently ignoring me and my MAJOR, LIFE-CHANGING NEWS. 
“Smell.” 
She handed me a vial, and I took a whiff. Suddenly, I felt even more energized. 
“What is it?” I asked in awe, momentarily distracted. 
“Lemon, rosemary, peppermint, pink grapefruit and sweet orange,” Deidre said. “It’s been a tricky blend. Oils can complement each other or combat each other, but the nose and the body will tell you if something isn’t right…”
“Um, ok,” I said. WTF was she talking about?
“This blend is for vim, vigor, and energy. Lately, I’ve found myself to be lacking both.” She gave me a once-over. “Though you don’t look like you need any more of either.”  
Oils complement each other and bring out notes you may not have ever sensed
“This is true,” I said coyly, barely able to stand still
“Why are you bopping around like Tigger? Is this about the barista?” Deidre asked, sounding bored AF.
“No, Vani’s the one who likes him,” I said, taking a seat even though I didn’t want to sit. “This is about something–or, I should say someone else.
“And he might just be the most splendiferous someone else I’ve ever met in my entire life: Eyes like the ocean…sinewy, tatted forearms, neck and god knows what else…and a man bun to boot. Ugh, how could I have been so, so blind to Water Bearers before? How could I have not seen that one would match with a Twin Lion-Fish? In my natal chart he is my complete opposite, yet he also balances me entirely. Oh, astrology is a fickle thing, isn’t it?” 
Smiling, I turn to face my Capricorn guru. Surely she would understand. 
“What the hell are you talking about?” Deidre asked, sounding annoyed. “Speak English, or I won’t keep up.”
“I’ve fallen in love with the enemy, my Capricorn friend,” I continued, “an Aquarius.”
“Oh, for god sake,” Deidre groaned. “Weren’t you just enamored with a Sagittarius from a Marijuana dispensary? What was his name, Ross?”
“His name was Roz. Like I would fall for someone named Ross. Ew. And he didn’t sell weed, he worked at Natural Grocers,” I corrected. “But I’ve forgotten all about him. I now love someone much more handsome, much more electrifying, and so utterly perfect for me. Plus, he works at Whole Foods.”
“Ugh,” Deidre groaned, “you Geminis are so fickle. Before the sun even sets, you’re falling for someone new. How many more of these grocery store Ganymedes will there be before you see that for you, love has nothing to do with your heart, and has everything to do with your eyes?” She shook her head. “You see a hot guy and BAM he’s your soulmate.”  
“That’s not true,” I said, stung. “It’s when I find out a guy’s sign and look at all the harmonious aspects in our compatibility chart that I think he’s my soulmate. Duh.”
Deidre can be so crusty sometimes.
“Besides, why are you chiding me for loving my Aquarius soulmate?”
“You, my friend, are doting,” Deidre said, “you’re not loving.”
“That’s not true!” I countered. 
Well, maybe it was a little bit true. Tbh, I don’t know how anyone could fall in love with anyone in less than a week, but I couldn’t tell Deidre this. After all, she’s the cynical old earth sign and I’m the spritely, I-believe-in-love air sign. Right?
“How have you reached this conclusion that this guy is your soulmate, if you just hated him yesterday?” Deidre asked.
“I didn’t hate him,” I argued, “I hated his Sun sign, but I don’t hate it anymore. I realized that Aquarius is a perfect match for a Gemini like me, especially when talking about an Aquarius like Tyler.”  
When I looked up his chart, I was ASTOUNDED by what I saw. Every freaking planet in Tyler’s birth chart–Sun, Moon, Venus, Mars–aligned perfectly with mine. (OK, maybe not perfectly perfectly,  but they were close enough: I’m a Gemini Sun, Pisces Moon, Leo Ascendant with Venus in Cancer and Mars in Leo. And Tyler is an Aquarius Sun, Taurus Moon (#howhot) and a Gemini Ascendant with Venus in Capricorn and Mars in Aquarius; ergo: WE’RE ASTROLOGICALLY MADE FOR EACH OTHER)
“Deidre, if you’d only take a look at our synastry chart, then you would see how well this Aquarius balances me–”
“He doesn’t balance you,” Deidre interrupted. “True compatibility is based on favorable Venus-Mars, Moon-Venus, and Sun-Venus contacts.”
Blah, blah, blah. She just wanted to rain on my parade.
Honestly. Deidre can be so old sometimes. (She must be at least 53). Plus, she’s an earth sign, which means she’s crusty and pragmatic and BORING, and she has no clue what she’s talking about because she’s obviously forgotten what it’s like to have fun. 
Still, I wasn’t backing down.
“Here,” I said, nearly slamming the birth charts on the counter, “read it and weep in humility and joy, for you’ll soon see how wrong you are. Tyler and I have perfect astrological compatibility. Where I have fire, he has air, and where I have water, he has earth.” 
Reluctantly, Deidre took the birth charts and gave them the same judgmental stare she gives me. It was several moments before she spoke again. 
“Hm,” she said, “maybe you’re not so far off, young waverer. These alignments of both your planets and astrological houses do show potential for pure love.” She put the charts down. “Even if he’s your enemy.”
“Well, on that account,” I said, nearly jumping off my seat. “I have to go tell Tyler–”
“Don’t tell him anything yet,” Deidre interrupted. “They stumble that run fast.”
I was too excited over Deidre’s confirmation to bother figuring out what the hell she had said. If only the old and crusty Capricorns listened to us Geminis more often; they would learn a thing or two about life, let me tell you. Besides, I’m the one with a soulmate, aren’t I?
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the only thing physically keeping me from buying a pair of Howl’s earrings right now is the fact that i don’t actually know if i can actually get anything through my piercings anymore and i’m too scared of ripping my earlobe open to find out
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I need a very loving Laszlo smut, either top or switch with him, take it any direction you want, any build up, any kinks. But I just... my soul needs this V I need to see this man happy and satisfied
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Coming Back Home [Dr Laszlo Kreizler x Wife!Reader]
Word count: 3k
Warnings: SMUT (fingering, mild victorian dirty talk)
Author’s note: I am weak to see this man happy, my mind went a bit overboard, but I just couldn't hold it back, to see him happy and fulfilled in all his means, professional and private. Thank you so much for feeding my obsession and being my supporter @cazzyimagines <3
The cold air hit him as a welcome back in the moment he exited the carriage, he was back in New York after six months of study and hard work in Wien, he hated and loved it: he learned a lot and got the chance to talk with some of the best alienists in the field granting himself some valuable resources and upcoming publications, the city was amazing and romantic. But all day, every day, he was with his mind on the life he left here, on you and your baby boy waiting at home patiently, easing his pains with letters and little colourful sketches, reassuring him that he would come back to the same house he left.
It was late, he could see the light in baby’s room was off already and it pained him to be late for the goodnight story.
The driver dropped his belongings beside the door with a huff before taking his money with a big thank you.
Laszlo nodded, a sense of tension taking over him, what if something indeed changed? What if you hate him for leaving for his own interest? Will his son remember him? 
The silliest questions took over him and he just rang the bell before the spiral would take over and make him sleep in the garden out of his imaginary shame.
Stevie opened the door and his face lighted up instantly, Laszlo’s hand moved close to his own face with a finger up to signal him to keep quiet. The young lad nodded opening the door more, but a loud whine came out of his lips when he saw the heavy trucks beside Laszlo. 
“Stevie? Who is it?”
Your voice vibrated through the walls enveloping Laszlo like a distant memory and a fresh breath of air at the same time.
Stevie mumbled something “Nobody Madam, only some funny head playing with bells at night” he said as Laszlo nodded at him.
He left the coat at Stevie with his gloves and hat making his way to the bedroom upstairs trying to be as quiet as possible, your vanity the first thing that appeared to his sight, he shifted lightly so he could spot your figure reflected in the mirror without being seen.
You were already in your white night dress, hair down wrapped in a braid that rested on your shoulder, his own dark blue night gown draped over you making you appear even smaller, a book resting in your hand, the other hand toying with the fabric of his gown. A soft sigh left your lips and a little smile, you are liking the book. You turn the page with your features lighting up by interest, he felt almost guilty to interrupt you.
“Guten Abend, my love”
Your head shot up, eyes wide in surprise, a smile growing on your lips as he walked inside the room revealing his presence. A sense of nervousness still on him.
“Laszlo” you called rushing to him, discarding the book and throwing the covers onside,  closing the distance between the two of you by jumping out the bed like an excited child. Your hands wrapped quickly around his neck, you pulled him in, lips clashing against one another. He smiled in the kiss, eyes a bit teary as the happiness you were able to blossom into his chest since the first time he met you was still there. He cupped your cheek with his left hand, the kiss being long and followed by little short ones, and then again a long one.
“You should have told me” You whispered and he smiled at you noticing how you also got a bit of tears streaming down your cheeks, but all due to happiness. You picked his right hand kissing it lovingly, oh that ritual of yours, that mindless action you always did to kiss the part of him he despised the most.
“Welcome home, my love”
He smiled widely, so wide he felt his cheeks and jaw hurt, while he leaned his forehead against yours and you closed your eyes enjoying it. Your little telepathy thing, like he could pour his thoughts to you and vice versa.
In the meanwhile Stevie kept himself far from the two of you not wanting to interrupt or witness anything he shouldn’t. Laszlo pulled back from that position as he stared down at you, your eyes met again as you gulped down a little, his eyes travelling onto your neck as none of you seemed able to pick what words to let out first, too many informations gathered in six months that letters couldn’t covert.
His eyes raising up to yours, you moved first guiding his right hand still safe in your grasp inside that warm robe hiding your body, his fingers meeting with the obscenely thin fabric of your night dress, the shape of your breast clear under his touch, his thumb brushing over your nipple earning an immediate reaction from you. 
His breath itched, his tongue wetting his lips as you kept supporting his weak arm while his hand discovered once more what hidden treasure was the body of his wife.
His left hand undoing the silky bow around your neck that kept that useless piece of clothing closed, your breasts being exposed as he leaned his head down lacing his lips with you nipple and giving it a tempting suck, his tongue roaming over it as a sense of home and comfort surged into his stomach, then he spoke and his hot breath against your wet nipple made you shiver.
“Have you done the exercises that I gave you?”
“No”
His eyes shoot up at you, a mix between the need to scold you and desire in them.
“I could do it only with your letters” you added.
“Not touching yourself enough must have been painful, exasperating, you could have brought yourself to hysteria”
“I know, but I was waiting for this moment”
He smirked, the idea to be a vital part of your sexual expression turning him on immensely.
“Which letter was your favourite?”
“The one where you described your fingers inside me, I could imagine it so clearly while I was doing it to myself”
He almost let out a groan only by the sound of your words, the need to go knuckles deep inside you now almost impossible to hold back as the image of your distressed figure rolling onto the sheets trying to emulate that pleasure he only can give you clouded his mind.
His left hand almost angrily undoing the fabric belt the nightgown around your waist before moving behind your back to pull it off your shoulders, you gently let go of his right hand helping him in the task, your hands now tugging his jacket, his waistcoat, beginning already with his shirt buttons, you were so in need, but he was the same. He tugged his shirt off probably ripping off some buttons, the urgency you both felt filling the air.
His eyes trying to take in all your figure as you finally let go of that white dress.
“Oh, meine Frau, no statue or artwork or inspiration I have seen in this travel equals your beauty” he groaned as he felt like he almost forgot how he worshipped your body, how your only presence triggered obscene desires through him.
There was almost a moment of suspense before he leaned his warm body against yours, skin on skin again.
His erection already brushing over your lower stomach as you guided him onto the bed with you laying down for him. “Laszlo” you were about to beg him not to make you wait, not to tease you but his left hand fingers were already between you legs and a yelp of pleasure left you lips immediately.
“Soaked wet without me even touching you”
He was so pleased, you didn’t need to look at his face to know, but you whimpered when his long finger pushed inside you, he knew it, he knew exactly how to touch you, how to manipulate all of you. His lips laced to your neck, he sucked on it, bit it, hickeys soon will follow the passage of him. He is back.
To see your own neck pale and empty from his marks pained you everyday, but now he is at home and there won’t be a single centimetre of you spared. Another moan followed as his mouth found your nipples again, your legs trembling as a second finger joined the first one making you gasp for air. The ultimate pleasure approaching in you too quickly, abnormally quickly, but you missed him so much and six months without his care on you was a torment.
His prideful smile gave you the freedom not to restrain your pleasure, your hips jolting up and trembling, more wetness gathering on his fingers before he pulled them out knowing that it would make you feel empty.
He punished you with distance as he sat down on the bed, you crawled over him, legs still feeling like jelly as you forced yourself to straddle him. You didn’t need to rest, you wanted him to bring you to exhaustion and he knew it, he knew you won’t wait anymore. So you aligned him with your folds, his hard cock opening his way into you easily thanks to your recent orgasm, a loud growl leaving Laszlo’s lips.
“My wife, it appears to me that you’re back being a virgin after only six months away from me” 
You blushed because his words made you sensitive and proud in a very peculiar way, you moaned slowly beginning to ride him as he kept muffling how tight you’re pressing his forehead against your chest, his left arm wrapping around you. You voiced your pleasure freely, fingers tangling to the back of his head, now it was your turn to guide his pleasure, to set the rhythm, but the pace was slow and deep, the desire still feverish in you, but the closeness inspiring you tenderness. 
“How horrible to rest in the cold Wien without you, how empty to walk without your presence” he spoke directly to your chest, to your heart “every achievement was not an achievement if I couldn’t share it with you” he confessed, his hot breath against your breasts.
“You’re back now, next time we will come with you”
You smiled as his eyes shone looking up at you “my wife”
He loved to call you that, he always did, the pride in his voice when he asked you  to be his wife the first time came back to your memory. You didn’t need many nicknames, wife and husband, the holy duo, the balance, the symmetry.
“I love you, my husband”
You moaned against him, his fingers digging into your skin, his right hand settling over your hip.
You couldn’t guess how much it lasted, you impaled deliciously yourself over him, he loved to stare at you going on your own on top of him, love it, express fully your feminine power. His left hand teasing your clit sapiently mimicking your movements making it nauseatingly perfect, your mind clouded by pleasure. He cursed, he growled biting onto the side of your breast when filling you up and gaining another moan from you, he held you down as he kept rubbing your clit until he felt your walls clasp deliciously around him, he still didn’t want to move.
He loved to see you helpless, washed over by pleasure, legs jerking aimlessly and fingers pulling onto him and his hair.
You didn’t take time to recover from that second orgasm, his skilled fingers knowing their ways around you, you bowed your head joining your lips again, you still couldn’t believe it.
“I am such a lucky man to have you”
You smiled kissing his forehead “I am lucky with such a husband like you”
You stayed like this, hugging, the time to talk will come, the time to exchange gifts and come back to routine. But not now. After countless minutes you slowly shifted from that position, freeing his hard on from you but slowly moving beside his sitting figure staying on your all fours, the braid that held your hair almost completely loose.
“Come my husband, you only had one orgasm, I know you love even numbers”
The next morning the light from the window hit his eyes, he frowned stirring as he blinked tiredly. Your figure tangled to his in bed, the covers over the both of you. He kissed your forehead out of habit, the marks already forming on your neck made him proud, your regular breathing and gentle perfume mixed with the sweat of sex made his senses alive. You felt him move and woke up pretty easily, probably due to have slept alone for so long. You smiled at each other, no words yet needed, a soft kiss placed on each others lips.
The a soft sound, more like little sounds following one another, little feet rushing down the hallway.
“Mama” being whispered by a very shy boy, his clear brown hair peaking up from the doors.You smirked covering Laszlo completely with the duvets.
“My baby” you said sitting up holding the covers over your body.
“Mami!” He gasped surprised “what happened to your neck?”
“Oh, it is normal my baby, is it so late?”
He nodded and you smiled as he hopped on top of the messy bed, Laszlo smirked from underneath the covers, it seems like somebody took a habit of sneaking into the big bed.
You smiled as your boy resembled so much his father, he crawled to move to your lap and that’s when Laszlo sat up with a loud “Who’s in my bed?” holding his hand up like a claw.
The boy squared but soon threw himself against his father’s chest.
“Apa visszatért!!!” He shouted so loud at you like you didn’t notice Laszlo at all and you chuckled finding the two of them so adorable.
“I am going to get some breakfast done” you said willing to leave them their space. Laszlo nodded at you as you wrapped yourself into your dress and then the thick nightgown. You could hear them talk softly, Laszlo was all about speaking to him in his mother’s language but also in German, so your boy was always mixing the three. “Have you being a good master of the house while I was away?” “Yes Papa, I have been extra good and mommy was happy too, but it is not like when you’re here” Laszlo’s little chuckle won you over even by distance. You had to learn Hungarian through Laszlo, even if you were lucky enough to know German already. But how sweet it was to learn along with your boy.
“Little Andrea woke you up, mrs Kreizler?” The cook, a very nice and good hearted woman asked once you reached the kitchen still wrapped in your night clothes and redoing your braid.
“He did, but his father is back, I couldn’t detain him in any way” You assured as you instructed about the breakfast to make something special. When everything was ready and settled you saw the two of them coming downstairs together, Andrea holding his father’s weak hand into his, still babbling in German to him. The two of them still in their night clothes, you loved to be unruly with them, half of the world outside would be shocked to see a family have breakfast in their night clothes, but who cares. You sat all together as Laszlo begun narrating about his travel, Andrea almost forgetting to eat as he sat down staring at his dad with shiny eyes like he could disappear any time.
“Andrea, at least the juice” you said and he nodded vehemently in particular after you whispered something to his ear.
“Do you have secrets with me?” Laszlo inquired with a smirk, his messy hair a blessing in such bright day.
“Always had” you said with a smirk and he chuckled softly before standing up and leaving for a moment coming back with some boxes.
He handed his boy one and two to you, while Andrea was busy unwrapping the gift Laszlo moved behind your sitting figure “open the small one first”
You obeyed quietly as the box was clearly hinting it was jewellery, inside you found some white gold and blue sapphires earrings.
“Laszlo, you ..” He shushed you softly “come on, wear them for me, jewellery over night dress, a new fashion from Europe” He joked softly but you obliged his wishes putting them on, Andrea making happy cheering sounds as he found the model train of his dreams. The earrings dropped beautifully on you, framing the new Laszlo loved so much “I knew only a Venus like you could sport them” he said making you blush, he always spoke in a way that made you feel like courting never ended.
“What about this?” You asked about the second box and Laszlo smirked just gesturing you to go on. Inside there was a study for a portrait, your portrait, clearly inspired by the picture Laszlo had with himself of you.
“I met this young painter in Wien, a bit struggling with money but extremely talented as you can see, a craftsman that works with gold, I invited him to come here next month and work on your portrait, he fell in love with your figure already, I already know I will have to guard your safety.”
“What is his name?”
“Oh, he is not famous, Gustav Klimt”
“Well, we can make him famous then” you said and Laszlo just smiled more as you kissed his lips to thank him for the beautiful gifts, knowing Laszlo he probably had way more hidden in his trucks “I knew you’d say something this kind of sweet”
“Mama, you look beautiful” Andrea called you staring like he was waiting for you to say something and you smiled nodding “yes, now it is the perfect time”
“For what?” Laszlo asked as you took his hand guiding him to the living room.
“Please, take a sit now” you said slowly guiding him to his armchair, the comfort of the familiar place relaxed him, the fresh flowers in the vase, the books laid on the table.
“Andrea has a surprise for you” you said leaning to sit on the arm of the chair looking up a his confused face, but he was unable to let go of that smile creeping on his lips.
“Come inside darling” you called “we are ready”
You took Laszlo’s right hand guiding it on your lap, the curiosity already eating him alive as little Andrea came holding his little violin, still looking extra cute in that night dress that made him resemble some cute baby penguin. He puffed his chest blushing as you gave him a nod of encouragement, Laszlo’s eyes shining to see his son like this and the chemistry you two have.
“I have learned this piece to welcome you back home” he announced as his shaky voice betrayed a bit his nervousness.
He placed the violin carefully onto his shoulder resting his cheek on it, your hands holding Laszlo’s while tapping with you finger to keep the tempo for Andrea. The melody was simple, but quite impressive for such a young player, Laszlo was unable to look away from his son, from the way he relaxed while playing, for the way you clearly helped him to gain the confidence to do this little performance.
He looked up at you as you two shared that look of complicity.
Life was bright over Kreizler’s household. 
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“you’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught”
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pairing: kento nanami x female reader
cw: fluff, language, established relationship and nsfw (kissing, fingering, creampie, unprotected sex, degradation, praise, bites and marking, dacryphillia, dumbification, begging, scratching, nipple play, finger sucking, wrist grabbing)
word count: 2200+
information: the great conjunction collab masterlist by @suna-reversed​
a/n: this was v fun to write, hope you guys like this, hopefully i got nanami’s characterisation right
summary: in which after a long mission all you can think about is being with nanami, when you finally get some alone time it seems like a spare room is the best place for your little escapade
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He groaned as he rubbed his eyes, the mission had been a long one but successful. You had gone to get checked up as Nanami went to the bathroom, he leaned his head against the wall looking to his side where the mirror was. Eyes fixated on his ripped blue shirt and cold eyes, he was tired, with the risk of your near injury he was glad you had gotten out without more than a scratch on you.
He walked out as he started the trek to where you were, it was better for the both of you two to head home before it got too dark, and traffic would become a nightmare for the blond. He walked past where the teacher dorms were, he never cared to visit any of their rooms. Seeing no need as he never visited Jujutsu High often and if he did it was if Gojo had somehow dragged him to the place.
Feeling a hand grab his wrist, he turned to see a familiar figure, “y/n?” He questioned before being dragged into a room, he was about to speak when you put a finger on his lips.
“I missed you.” You whispered, the two of you had become separated whilst on the mission and the fact that he was right in front of you, right in your grasp to take. All pretty as he held his tie and suit jacket in his hands, how could you not resist the way he looked.
He raised an eyebrow as you stared at his lips, “miss me enough that you couldn’t wait till we got home?”
“Nope.” You muttered as you grabbed a hold of his lapels hoping to bring him down, you wanted to devour him in a second.
He rolled his eyes before putting his jacket and tie on the chair before grabbing your face in his hands. His lips meshed into your own as you felt nothing but pure lust for him, he saw the bandage around your arm hoping that the next activity you were about to go through wouldn’t be too strenuous on your muscles.
Pushing you backwards as he remained kissing you, he assumed the room to be a spare one. Almost glad nobody occupied the room as it would make being caught an awkward situation. At the least the two of you could have some time for yourself, sex had been put off for the past week after the planning of a case that had occurred an hour away. With it finally being done the sexual tension between the two of you could finally be accomplished.
“Please Kento…I need you…” You whispered as you felt the bed behind you, he licked his lips as he couldn’t help but stare at how pretty you looked pleading for him.
He gave a soft smile as he replied, “I’ll give you everything you want darling.”
You felt his hands move to your shoulders, pushing you back on the bed as you felt his hands move down to your sides, one of his legs kneeled between your legs as the other spread them apart. He watched you squirm as he grabbed your wrists in one of his hands, “hurry up Ken…”
His interruption of his other hand moving to your chest, he undid the buttons of your shirt as it slipped off your body. The way his fingers skimmed past each curve of your breasts, his fingers working nimbly across your hard tit. “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught,” his comment was serious knowing that others were still awake and that when you whined it was loudly. “That means no whining either.”
Even if it had been a while since the two of you had had sex, your boyfriend never seemed to have a high sex drive. But when sex did occur for the two of you, it was always as passionate as ever and led to you unable to walk for a day.
You shut your mouth watching as his tongue circled your nipples, the way saliva dripped from your nipple to his mouth. His hand remained tight against your wrists pulling them towards the top of your head.
His other hand seemed to be moving down towards your trousers, waiting to unbutton them and take them off your body. But instead you watched him undo his shirt buttons with one hand, it was a skill and it more than emphasised the fact Nanami was good with his fingers.
His shirt fell from his body as he slipped it off, his hand moving to your wrist as he took the other sleeve off. You always loved his toned body, the way his body looked perfect to you, even with the occasional scars that littered his body. It was always going to be perfect for you, and it was all yours.
His hand moved to his hair, bringing his fingers into his hair leaving a blond mess on top of his head. Occasional strands moving to his forehead as he undid your trousers, feeling the way you cunt was already dripping for him. “Your stupid cunt is already wet for me, pathetic.”
The way your underwear dampened more proved just how turned you on with his words, he raised his eyebrow before moving his finger past your clit through your underwear. He could already feel the slick that you held in your cunt and couldn’t wait to fuck it out of you. “Kento…”
You whined once more, “what did I say? Sweetheart? No…” He put one finger past your underwear and into your cunt, “fucking…” as he brought his first finger out he inserted another as he thrusted into you “whining…” at his last word a third finger was added to your cunt.
You gave a loud moan as you back arched to fit the three of his fingers inside your cunt, he didn’t want to finger you, much rather having you cum on his cock. But the way you could only move through your body riled him up, your wrists still unable to move as your legs stayed parted with his own. A perfect sight to ruin, his fingers remained pumping back and forth and your underwear had been dragged down to one of your ankles.
“Beg!” It was a command as he stopped pumping, licking his fingers as he was able to taste your slick.
You stared up at him, watching his hands move away from your wrists, his fingers undoing his trousers as he was ready to have his way with you. “Plea…please I need you…I need you in me…Kento…”
Tears filled your eyes as your cunt felt swollen from the impact of three fingers, the way your nipples were puffed after his mouth had played with them. You were about to get to your knees, go straight for his boxers. But as he took his place back between your legs, you stayed lying on your back, “more.”
His words were short as he grabbed your wrists once more, bringing it right on top of your head. His other hand moved to the side of your face as he kneeled in front, his body staying right on top as you could feel his hardened cock brush against your clit. He moved down as his mouth went on top of your own, you were about to kiss him when he spoke, “I told you to beg.”
“Please, I’…I’ll do anything…for you…” Your voice and breath fanned his mouth as he kissed you once more. His tongue gliding against your own as he carried his body with one hand and his knee, you really did look prettying begging for him.
He let go of your hands as he pulled his boxers down, his cock instantly gliding against your clit as you gave a moan. Your hands moved to his hair and back, already gripping onto him, as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “Stupid girl,” he whispered softly as he kissed your neck, inserting his cock into your cunt. The instant he felt your cunt engulph him, he let out a groan onto your neck, “my…stupid girl.”
He paced himself as he thrusted into you, each time going further back, wanting to hit the back of your cervix within a couple of thrusts. “Kento.” You moaned loudly as you grabbed the back of his hair, the way strands fell between your fingers. His mouth moved to your collar as he began leaving marks across your collarbone, his hand had found itself playing with your nipples as you moaned his name multiple times.
He couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t obsessed with hearing you moan his name; it was the only name you’d ever be moaning. He was the only man who’d ever fuck you stupid, go so deep into you that you lose your form of speech. “Ke….” Each thrust led to less and less words coming from your voice until it was gargles of “more” and “please”. Which anybody who was listening probably couldn’t understand, Nanami knew though, he knew what his girl was saying, what she wanted.
“I’ll give you…more.” He groaned as his thrusts became rapid, your nails trailing down his back leaving distinctive marks across his skin. His hair a mess from all your pulling and worst of all the way you had become fragile under his body.
At each thrust another loose word came out that was not understandable, the way you whined and moaned incoherently. Begged and sobbed as his cock hit the back of your cervix at each thrust, until you finally spoke a word clearly, “c…cum.”
He gave out a smirk as he moved his lips up your neck to your jaw and finally to your mouth. Kissing you softly, a sigh for you to cum for him, that he wanted to fuck you through all your cum. The coil in your stomach slipped away as white cum gushed out, becoming trapped with his cock as he used it as lube to continue fucking into you. Your moans quietened down as his groans engulphed the room, “fuck….”
You kissed him, his tongue remaining in your mouth and saliva and your previous slick was still a taste you felt in your mouth. “Fuck…Y/n…” He felt his own cum gush out as your cunt filled with both of your cums, the way you dropped the cum out onto the bed as he got out of you, collapsing beside you.
“Still all dumb for me.” He muttered as his arms moved to your body, he would clean up later, wanting to rest with you for at least 10 minutes.
You looked at him with dry tears down your face, the way his eyes looked at you softly. The way you turned to your side, cum still dripping from your cunt. Both of you not caring as you felt him wrap his arms around you, “n…no.” You barely formed a feeling partially out of it from the high of cumming and being filled with Nanami.
“You did good darling.” He kissed your forehead as he dragged the blanket on top of the two of you as you snuggled closer to his naked body.
He had expected at least 10 minutes before you got up to get changed, you both would probably end up spending the night at the school. But you both knew you weren’t sleeping in cum filled sheets, the way your body was littered with bite and marks and his own with scratches could be seen as near sadistic.
“What the fuck?” Both you and Nanami whipped your head to the door, it was open, and a white-haired man stood there. “You both couldn’t wait till you got home, you guys fucked in my room.”
“What?” Nanami muttered, Gojo turned the light on as he walked in, glad that the two of you were covered. As soon as the light flickered open the two of you saw how the room was most definitely Gojo’s and how with the littered posters and clothes that he wore. You both had most definitely not fucked in a spare room.
“I am so sorry.” You muttered to Gojo as you tried to look up at him over Nanami’s shoulder.
Gojo rolled his eyes as he stared at you both, “is he good at least?”
“Get out.” Nanami commanded as soon as he heard the comment.
“Does that mean he’s shit, Y/n?” Gojo chuckled as he saw Nanami’s face become pissed off in a matter of seconds, “don’t worry I’ll leave you love birds.” As he closed the door his face whipped to the side as you and Nanami both watched the crazed man, “he’s shit.”
Gojo had mouthed the words to you as you chuckled, Nanami had been ready to throw a pillow at the man but Gojo swiftly left you chuckled at how the room seemed brighter with the light on. “We’re leaving,” he had gotten up grabbing his boxers as he slipped them on.
“Why Kento?” You whined as you just wanted to sleep, all Nanami could see was Gojo’s infatuation with actresses and models he could barely recognise. The man whore, Nanami looked down at the bed seeing how pretty you looked sprawled on the bed.
You chuckled as he went over to close the light and collapsed once more beside you. “I hate both of you.”
“No you don’t now come here.” You chuckled once more as he moved closer, feeling your bare body pressed against him, he watched you move on top of his chest, cuddling right into his form. “I love you.”
He kissed the top of your head before replying, “I love you too.”
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Gotham’s Twins Chapter 15
Special fuck you to Thomas Ass-is-stuck for making this all possible with his incompetence!
Also I think I made Bruce sound like a robot.
Also I quit my job.
I wish I was high except I’ve never been high and I’m not feeling great but I am because I hated my job and now I have time to write because It’s not like I really need money for anything other than buying more books.
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Marinette did not want to wake up.
She had gotten home very late last night and had immediately crashed next to Chloé, snuggling into her girlfriend's arms.
But now, at six am, Marinette was woken up by Adrien, who had jumped on top of her and shaken her until she woke up.
Marinette was going to have fried cat for breakfast.
"M'Lady," Adrien whispered sweetly in her ear before screaming out, "Marinette!"
Marinette groaned and shoved him off, all the while keeping her eyes shut tightly.
"You have to get up at some point, Nette." Nino drawled from the gaudy yellow chair in the corner.
"Yeah!" Kim said, jumping on the bed next to Marinette. "How else will you see our amazing outfits?"
Marinette shot up like a bullet to see her friends dressed in her designs.
Kim sat next to her wearing an outfit inspired by Penguin. He wore a black blazer with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The blazer had little embroidered icicles along the hem and cuffs. Under the blazer he had on a white t-shirt with a navy blue penguin silhouette. He wore tight black jeans with a silver chain. All over the jeans was a gallery of embroidered icebergs and penguins. Kim had his hair slicked back with gel and an earring shaped like an icicle in his left ear and a black stud in his right. Kim wore a pair of white converse with light blue icicles along the bottom.
"Kim you look great! Does it fit right?" Marinette sprung forward to turn Kim around and inspect the outfit, all traces of sleep disappearing from her eyes once she saw her friend in her design.
"Yup! Perfect as ever, Mari!"
Marinette gave him a final once over before turning to Nino.
The dark skimmed boy sat in the corner and was looking at his phone. He glanced up when he noticed Marinette inspecting him.
Nino wore a pair of black overalls with one strap unhooked, leaving the front hanging. Crawling up the pant legs like wires were thick red and grey embroidered ropes. Under the overalls he wore a blood red sweater with a black collared shirt underneath. He wore a large red ring on a silver chain around his neck--like Banes steroid button thing. On his feet were back combat boots with grey and black laces.
"You look so amazing!"
Nino shot her a grin and Two thumbs up before turning back to his phone.
"Hey what about me?" Adrien whined, setting his head in Marinette’s lap.
Marinette grinned down at her partner, gently brushing his bangs to the side.
Adrien's outfit, inspired by Two-Face, was the most fun to make. He wore cargo pants, one side black, one side white. The pockets of each side were the opposite of the rest of that side. Black pockets on white and white pockets on black. Adrien wore a black crop top with a half face silhouette in white. Over the crop top he had on a black flannel with white lines. He had a few black and white bracelets on both wrists. And last, Adrien had on Van style shoes, one black with white soles and one white with black soles.
Marinette smiled brightly, ruffling Adrien's hair. "Chaton, you look absolutely fantastic."
Adrien gave her a lazy grin, snuggling into Marinette's hand. He was becoming more cat-like since he got the Miraculous years ago.
"Don't I know it, Bugaboo."
Marinette giggled lightly as she continued to stroke Adrien's hair.
"Dearest Bug, have you found it in your heart to replace me?" Chloé said, grinning as she left the bathroom, brushing her hair.
Marinette smiled at her girlfriend, taking in her Riddler inspired outfit. 
Chloé wore a shallow-tailed green jacket covered in scattered black question marks. Under the jacket she wore a black V-neck crop top and a green emerald on a gold chain along with several other chains. Chloé had on a pair of matching green dress shorts and fishnets, and with them she wore black platform boots. Her makeup was sleek and fitting of her outfit, plum purple lip gloss and thick eyeliner with slim green under the black.
She looked stunning.
"Yeah! She's mine now!" Adrien yelled at Chloé, sticking out his tongue. Marinette shoved him away playfully. Adrien wailed as he hit the ground.
"You know I could never replace you, Mon cher." Marinette grinned--a perfect recreation of Adrien's Chat Noir smirk--and moved towards Chloé. She pulled her close and kissed Chloé gently.
"Ew!" Adrien shrieked.
"Get a room!" Kim called out.
Marinette pulled away from the kiss, "We have a room! You're in it!"
"If you guys don't mind, I'm trying to get laid here," Chloé drawled, glaring over Marinette's shoulder at the boys.
Marinette smiled and tapped her on the nose.
"That's disgusting!" Nino yelled from his spot.
"That's pretty fucking gay, Bug." Kim added with a sly grin.
"Oh really, I had no idea." Marinette said sarcastically.
"Hey guys, lovin' the banter but if we don't go downstairs in a minute we're gonna be late. So Bug, I suggest you get ready because you have ten minutes."
"Shit!" Marinette flung herself towards her bag, grabbing her outfit.
Despite her fear and hatred towards him, Marinette chose to inspire her outfit after the man who destroyed her life.
The Joker.
Her outfit was simple, an oversized dark violet bomber jacket over grey--almost black they were so dark--mom jeans. Tucked into her jeans was a tight green half-turtleneck. On the back of her jacket were the words "Fuck The Joker" in large green bubble letters. Marinette had a series of earrings crawling up her ears, all black and green.
Chloé helped her apply bright red lipstick and sharp eyeliner. Marinette was already pale enough.
Most people would think she dressed like this as a tribute to the Joker--or at least until they saw the words on her back.
But not her, Marinette wore it as petty revenge. Revenge for killing her brother. Revenge for destroying her life.
So with her last few minutes running out, Marinette smirked at herself in the mirror.
"Ready to go, Nette?" Nino asked, peaking into the bathroom. Having known each other for a few years short of a decade, they were long past boundaries.
"Yeah, let's go crush today!"
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Turns out, the class's last attraction before going to Gotham Academy for the rest of their trip, was none other than Wayne Manor.
How ironic.
Apparently, the Manor was a last minute change to the trip. Brought up just the night before.
Suspicious. Marinette thought with a grin. She knew full well that Jason had something to do with this, even if Lila claimed to pull some strings.
Marinette hoped the Waynes kicked Lila's ass. Figuratively, of course.
"It's really cool that you got us this inside tour, Lila!" Marinette heard someone say from the front of the bus. Probably Mylene, judging by the timid voice that still carried across the bus.
"Of course! Dami-bear insisted that we visit his home for when I live there after school--" Lila said before gasping quietly. "Oh no! I wasn't supposed to tell anyone about our engagement!"
Marinette rolled her eyes.
"Poor kid, bet he doesn't even know Lila claims to be his girlfriend." Adrien said, turning around in his seat to look at Chloé and Marinette.
"Bet she doesn't know he's barely twelve." Marinette grumbled, flicking a gum wrapper at Kim's head.
"The kid's twelve? That's disgusting!" Nino said from behind Marinette and Chloé's seat.
"Yep, and he's definitely not as sweet as Lila says. Adorable though. Like a blue kitten." Marinette said, smiling fondly at the memory of the cat she gave Damian the night before.
"A blue kitten?" Chloé asked, looking at her girlfriend curiously.
Before Marinette could even begin to explain, the bus rolled to a stop in front of Wayne Manor.
"It's so big!" Nathaniel said in awe, pointing at the manor.
"Beautiful!" Rose squealed.
"Creepy!" Alix yelled.
Marinette smiled, even if she'd only been there once, it already felt more home than the bakery ever did.
She just hoped the Waynes felt the same way.
"Well damn," Kim whistled lowly.
Adrien pressed his face to the glass, squishing his cheeks.
Chloé squeezed Marinette's hand, "I hope it's as cool as you said it was."
"It definitely is! And I can't wait for you to meet everybody!" Marinette said, already pulling her girlfriend off the bus with the others.
"Alright everybody!" Madame Bustier called out.
Maybe this time she would actually do her job.
"Mr. Wayne has graciously allowed us into his home, so It's time to have some fun!"
Or not.
"She doesn't seriously think he's gonna let us do whatever we want right?" Adrien asked incredulously as they walked to the steps of the manor.
"She probably does." Marinette laughed, shoving her hands into her jacket pockets.
"Not the brightest bulb in the box." Nino added.
"Marinette? Chloé? Can I please speak to you?"
Chloé gagged at her girlfriend before the two turned to talk to Madame Bustier.
Marinette crossed her arms and glared at her once favorite teacher.
"What? If you hadn't noticed, Caline. We'd like to enjoy ourselves on this trip, just like you said we should." Marinette snarked.
"Girls, I just wanted to talk to you about you choice of wardrobe." The incompetent teacher said nervously.
Marinette raised an eyebrow.
"And what about them?" Chloé said, placing her hands on her hips.
"It's just that you girls are showing quite a bit of...skin and I fear it might be distracting to the boys."
What. The. Fuck.
"Excuse me? 'Too much skin'?" Marinette clenched her fists.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? Lila's out here prancing around with her tits out and you want to talk to us about skin?" Chloé raised an eyebrow mockingly.
"And Adrien’s wearing a crop top, showing the same amount as us!" Marinette growled.
“That’s true!” Adrien called from the steps, where he waited with the rest of the class.
“And how about the fact that you, a grown adult woman, are slut-shaming two underage girls.” Chloé crossed her arms and tilted her head to the side.
"W--well girls there's also the foul language on your jacket--"
"Last time I checked, the school dress code says nothing about foul language. So if we're quite done here, we really should get back to the class." Marinette smirked.
“Unless, of course, you’d like to make another comment of one of our bodies, hmm?”
Marinette and Chloé linked arms and walked back to their friends, who were waiting on the steps along with the rest of the class. Alya shot her a glare as she walked past. Marinette returned it with the finger.
Marinette was the first to actually knock on the door.
The large door opened, Alfred stepping forward to smile at Marinette and hold the door open for the class.
"Hello Miss Marinette, pleasure to see you again."
"Hi Alfred! It's nice to see you again too!" Marinette said with a bright smile. She pulled her friends through the doors, introducing them to Alfred as each walked past. Behind her, Marinette could hear her classmates murmuring about how Marinette knew that "strange old man".
"Marinette, you'll be happy to know that Bat Cat is well rested and happily fed." Damian said, appearing seemingly out of nowhere.
"Wonderful Damian! Did you manage to get any of the dye out?" Marinette asked, waving to Damian--she could already tell he didn't like physical contact.
"Unfortunately no, Bat Cat remains blue as ever."
"Well that explains the blue cat thing," Adrien murdered from behind her.
"These are my friends Chloé, Adrien, Kim, and Nino." Marinette grinned, ignoring the class behind her.
"So you're the girlfriend. Drake hates you for stealing away his idol. I like you."
Chloé stared in shock as the boy spoke. "Uh...cool?"
"Excuse me, but who the hell are you?" Alya's very annoying voice cut through their conversation.
Damian scowled. "My name is Dmaian Wayne. Who are you?"
A few gasps rippled through the class. This was Damian Wayne? Lila's rich boyfriend? He was a child!
"You're lying! Damian is our age! Lila wouldn't date a baby like you!" Alya called out, not noticing Lila shrinking back.
Damian looked disgusted. He took a step forward. Hopefully to shake the liar.
"Hey! Mari!" Dick's voice flooded through the room, diffusing the tension slightly, but not the confusion.
"Dick, I was over last night you don't need to be so excited!" Marinette leaped forward to hug him anyway.
"Aren't you our tour guide?" Rose asked, raising her hand.
Dick glanced over at the rest of the class, nothing then for the first time.
"Oh yeah. That wasn't very fun."
Marinette snorted. Dick's grin faded from his face as he took in her outfit.
"Wait a minute--are you dressed like Joker?"
Marinette gave him a sly smirk, turning around and jutting two thumbs at the back of her jacket.
Just then, Jason ran down the stairs, screaming her name. "Pixie Pop! Pix! You're finally here! It took you forever!"
Marinette giggled and launched herself at Jason, who caught her and swung her in the air.
"Who the fuck is that guy?"
Jason turned to glare at the rest of the class. "My name's Jason. I'm Marinette's brother."
Lila turned bone white. How was it that Maritrash was related to a Wayne?
Marinette could honestly understand why they wouldn't believe her. Jason was standing at an overwhelming 6'0" while Marinette was barely 5'4, she was like a little Pixie standing next to him--hence the nickname.
"You-- you're Marinette's brother?" Alya squeaked, she was almost as pale as Lila.
"Does that make Marinette a Wayne?" Rose asked from the back.
"Yep, Pixie Pop is my twin sister. Which makes her part of the family."
If possible, Lila turned even more pale. Was there a disease that made you pale? Because She probably lied about having it and then contracted it as karma.
"Can we go back to the part where Lila's supposed boyfriend is a literal child?" Adrien snickered. Damian turned his icy glare on the blonde, who immediately shut up. The kid was scary.
"Yeah, Lila, it's not like you lied right?" Chloé sneered at the brunette who shrunk back.
"N--no of course not! It was a misunderstanding!" Lila attempted to cover her poorly laid tracks.
"Yeah! Lila, tell everyone about your boyfriend!" Alya said. She might have been trying to help her friend, but the look Lila gave her meant it was anything but helpful.
Dick looked like he was holding in a snort. His face was all scrunched up. Jason, with his arm still thrown around Marinette's shoulder, narrowed his eyes.
"Demon Spawn, you didn't tell us you had a girlfriend!" Jason cackled, doubled over. Marinette was practically holding him up.
"Tt, I would never sully myself with the likes of her."
Lila's face turned bright red. Marinette finally couldn't hold it in anymore, she burst into laughter.
"What? Lila what are they talking about?" Mylene looked to the girl she followed around like a lost puppy.
Lila splattered indignantly. "I-- no, he's lying and--" she finally looked at Marinette--who, just like her twin was wheezing-- and pointed and accusatory finger. "Marinette! W--why w--would you turn them a--against me? All I wanted was to b--be your friend!" She blubbered.
"Is she seriously crying?" Jason asked, bewildered.
"I'm afraid so." Nino said, snickering quietly as his ex-girlfriend tried to comfort Lila.
"How unfortunate." Dick said dryly.
"Look what you did, Marinette! If you weren't such a bitch Lila would be able to enjoy this trip to her boyfriend's house!"
Jason tensed beside her. "What the fuck did you just call my sister?" He attempted to take a step forward before Marinette grabbed his shirt.
“I called her a--”
“Hello, Marinette, pleasure to see you again.” Bruce entered the room, successfully stopping a bloody massacre. Marinette sighed in relief and loosed her grip on Jason just a bit.
“Hi, B! How’s it hanging?”
Bruce blinked. “Nothing is hanging, but I am well.”
Marinette grinned, feeling Jason relax beside her.
“You--you’re Bruce Wayne!” Nathaniel gasped. Bruce looked to the class and frowned slightly before it turned into a charming smile.
“Welcome to Wayne Manor, I’m happy to have you here.” He nodded to Madame Bustier, who bit her lip and giggled.
Weird. Gross.
“Is Bustier flirting with Bruce fucking Wayne?” Kim whispered to Marinette. She giggled and flicked his arm.
“Hey, B? You done being gross and charming?” Dick asked, using Marinette’s head as a res for his folded arms.
“Oh like you’re one to talk, Dickie-bird. You’d flirt with a street lamp if it looked vaguely humanoid.” Jason said.
“Tt, I have seen Greyson flirt with an elderly woman before.”
Marinette fake gasped, clutching her chest--right above her heart. “Dick! You mustn't prey on the elderly!”
“Why is everyone ganging up on me today?” Dick whined, slumping over Marinette’s body.
Adrien snorted behind her. “It’s paw-sitively clawful isn’t it?”
Dick gasped and whirled around to clutch Adrien by the shoulders, shaking him aggressively. “You like puns? Mari you didn’t tell me your friend likes puns!”
“Don’t tell me there’s two of them?” Jason whined.
“It’s pretty terrible, but there’s no need to go bananas!” Kim added, laughing hysterically.
“Well you two are bee-ing annoying.” Chloé said smugly. Marinette groaned.
“Not you too, Bee!”
“Well, these puns are pretty pun but shell we move on now?” Nino grinned.
“You are all dead to me.”
Bruce, who had been watching the pun-tactular banter with a hint of amusement, cleared his throat.
“Shall we start brunch?” Bruce said.
“Ah, brunch. The rich person’s breakfast.” Kim said, nodding sagely. Marinette snorted.
“Sure beats eating garbage off the streets.” Jason gave a pointed look to Marinette, who pursed her lips and nudged him in the ribs.
“Your mom eats garbage off the streets.”
“We have the same mom, idiot.” Jason stuck his tongue out at Marinette, and she returned the gesture.
And that’s how they went, bickering as they walked to the dining room.
Marinette was happy, even if she had to share a meal with Lila Rossi.
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Barely any more salt than a McDonalds french fry. But the next chapter will have so much salt you’ll need a glass of water.
Also this was supposed to be the last chapter but it got too long so now it’s gonna be one or two more chapters.
--Lemon
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justkending · 3 years
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Moral of the Story. Chapter Four.
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Summary: Marrying too young out of highschool leads to a naive and failed marriage. Now 10 years later, word comes that the divorce was never actually completed. Bucky and Y/N have to come back together after all this time to settle what wasn’t all those years back. Passive attitudes, miscommunicated endings, and reminiscing of old loves and lives all comes back for the two.
Pairing: Bucky x Y/N
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Chapter Four:
Bucky groaned as the alarm blared throughout the room. Rolling over to his side, he threw his head into the pillow. That didn’t stop the beeping like he had hoped, so with a groan he pushed up, smacking the red numbers that screamed at him. He rolled back onto his back and blinked up at the bare ceiling.
Today was the day…
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Y/N couldn’t seem to sleep at all, so she woke up early at 6:30 jumping into the shower. Having the extra time, she took it to have a nice long soak in the hot water. The schedule of the day running through her mind.
The chance of them running into each other was practically at 100%. They had a time frame of 9-10 to get in and sign what they needed. Mr. Murdock said something along the lines that it would take about 30-45 minutes to get everything finalized and copied. 
So yeah… Within an hour frame of needed 30-45 minutes of signing shit and getting multiple copies made, meant Bucky and her would most likely be sitting next to the other as it was done. 
She let out a tired and irritated moan as she finally decided to turn off the water. She had it running for so long, her hands were prunes and the water was becoming lukewarm. The world was telling her to suck it up and move on with the day. 
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The car ride there was dreadful. Every stop light just elongated the inevitable meeting. Every turn brought him closer to the terrifying reunion. 
He was running early to begin with, but after hitting traffic from a wreck, he was now running just a few minutes behind. So weaving through the people who didn’t understand New York traffic was his specialty in showing up in time. 
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She stopped at the coffee shop by her house before really heading to the attorneys office. The car ride to the place was easy and smooth on her end. From coming from the outskirts of Brooklyn, the inner city traffic was avoided for the most part. So she was there early. She even had a second to sit in her car and drink the latte she had bought. Something about Brooklyn latte’s was 10x better than anything California had.
Maybe it had something to do with the fact they actually had cold weather to pair the hot drink with, whereas where she now lived, the lowest low in temperatures was 70 degrees. 
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Getting there with just 3 minutes to spare, Bucky rushed out of the car and walked with a hint of speed to the door that read Nelson and Murdock Law Firm. 
No sign of Y/N yet, but as he walked in, he heard a shout from the street that caused him to turn as soon as he walked in. He didn’t have a second to register what the shout was about as he took two steps in and ran straight into someone’s back. 
“Whoa!” he said, using his hands to brace himself on the mystery person's shoulders, and the other person making the same exclamation. “Oh God, I’m so sor-”
Before he could finish the apology, the women turned showing the face of his matured high-school-sweetheart. 
“Oh,” he let out in a breathy turn. He could tell just from past experience with her, she had a snarky comment on her tongue at the run in, but upon seeing him, the words died on her lips. “Hey.”
She looked great. Like, really great after all these years. Not that she wasn’t a beautiful gal to begin with, but you never know how someone’s going to age. However, she looked almost the same. 
Sure, she had aged some, but just like a nice bottle of the finest wine in all the vineyards of California. Maybe that was her secret given her new home. 
Her Y/H/C hair was styled in loose curls. It was voluminous with a healthy shine to it. She had on an off white, canvas dress that cinched at the waist with buttons going down it. And she had a layered gold necklace going down her chest where the buttons were undone. She looked both professional yet casual at the same time. 
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Bucky realized he had been staring when she awkwardly looked around her trying to not pay attention to his analyzing eyes. 
“Hey,” she said, letting out a deep breath. 
She didn’t miss how good he looked either. Even in those facebook pictures that she had found the night before, the ones she found him just as attractive, they didn’t do the real man justice. His hair was just as long as the most recent picture his mother had posted, and he looked more muscular than she ever remembered. The scrubs didn't do his build justice. 
He was wearing a navy blue v-neck tight fitting t-shirt. A brown leather jacket that looked as though it was tailored specifically for him and him alone. And lastly, he had on a pair of jeans that of course, fit in him all the right places. 
There was a very awkward silence as they stood there not knowing what else to say. Neither now looking at the other, but instead looking at every little inanimate object item in the office. 
After what felt like eons of the most tense silence to exist, Bucky was about to speak up again, but was cut off from another person running in late.
“Oh, gosh. I’m so sorry guys,” the voice sighed, out of breath from what they presumed was running to get there on time. “Foggy was supposed to pick me up and we were going to ride together, but he got food poisoning last night, so I had to take the train last minute.”
The man had dark brown hair, a nice suit, and a pair of sunglasses on even though it was overcast today and the sun was barely peeking through the heavy clouds. 
“Foggy?” Y/N asked with a tilt of her head. 
Bucky turned back looking at her with the same question on his mind, but watching the small action of confusion brought him back 10 years. God, it had been so long he had almost forgotten the little mannerisms she had that he found adorable. And damn her for still having that adorable action. 
“Oh, right. Franklin Nelson. My co-attorney,” he nodded. “We’ve been friends since we were in college. Friends call him Foggy.”
“Oh, I see,” Y/N nodded with a kind smile. 
“Anyway, I won’t bore you with my morning chaos. I’m sure you two are ready to get this over with and go on about your day,” he smiled, and pulled a walking stick out from around him as he closed the door. One that neither had realized he had been holding until now. “You two much be James and Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, I’m Matthew Murdock.
“It’s nice to meet you Matthew,” Y/N replied sweetly.
“Yes, thank you for helping us out,” Bucky nodded, placing his hands nervously in his pockets. 
“It’s my pleasure. I’m so sorry about everything that you guys are having to fix,” he said apologetically. But I’m sure you guys want to go about your day, so please, right this way,” he motioned to the door that was across from them. 
Bucky and Y/N both shared an impressed look on their faces as they watched him maneuver through the office gracefully. 
They followed close behind him and once they were seated in the chairs in front of the desk, Bucky began to fidget in his spot. Sure the office had been redone and really didn’t look much like it had all those years ago, but the layout was the same. And all it was doing to him was bringing back memories he hated trudging back to the surface. 
He subtly looked over at Y/N and saw her sitting in perfect posture watching Matthew as if if she were to look at him and only him, then she wouldn’t have to face Bucky. 
Why did he expect anything less? Of course she hated him just as much as she had all those years. She was probably dreading this meeting just as much as him. That small speck of hope that maybe they could be somewhat normal and civil upon meeting again after all this time, completely faded at that point. 
“Ok, this really shouldn’t take all that much time since Foggy and I went ahead and wrote up all the things that needed signed and double checked. So we should be able to breeze through all this,” Matthew nodded, bringing up a thick file that looked as though it had tabs on the side organizing them. 
Y/N looked over wondering just how he knew the difference between documents and noticed on each tab, there were bariel markings along them. 
“If you don’t mind me asking, out of all places to live, why New York? It’s got to be hard getting around such a crazy busy city given.. ” Bucky asked, but didn’t finish not sure how to word it. Y/N snapped her head in his direction and smacked his arm. “Ow!” Bucky jumped, sending her raised eyebrows. “What the hell?”
“I’m assuming you’re asking because of this,” Matthew laughed casually as he pointed to his glasses. “Don’t worry. You would be surprised just how often I get asked that.”
“Yeah, it was just a question,” Bucky pouted toward Y/N while rubbing his assaulted arm. The two falling back into their old behaviors rather fast. 
“I wasn’t always blind. I mean I have been for a good chunk of my life, but I’ve lived in New York my whole life as well,” Matthew went on to explain as he moved papers around. “If anything it would be harder for me to get around if I moved any place else. I know this place like the back of my hand.”
“That’s impressive,” Bucky nodded, getting comfortable in his seat. 
“Eh, it’s either learn or get bumped around the sidewalk of a place full of people who don’t give a second glance to anyone who’s in their way,” Matthew shrugged. “Oh, I need to go grab something before we start.”
He maneuvered through the room leaving the door open as he went across the office. Tension filled the air as they were left alone for a second time in the past 5 minutes. 
Y/N was sitting straight forward, her eyes wandering here and there around the meeting room, but careful not to go over to Bucky’s side of the room. He looked down seeing her hands were fiddling in her lap. She was tapping her thumbs together while his leg bounced up and down.
Bucky had opened his mouth to start to say something, but even he wasn’t sure what was about to come out. Lucky for him, Matthew came back in and went back to his seat. 
“Sorry about that. I thought I had it all, but needed to get some pens and one last paper I left on the printer last night.”
“You’re fine,” Y/N said professionally, but kindly. “I have one quick question, if you don’t mind.” Matthew nodded her on with a soft smile. “What exactly happened to Hammer after all this chaos was discovered?”
“Oh, yes. He, uh, he will not be an issue to anyone else to put it lightly. His license was revoked and terminated and he is currently on trial for money laundering and malpractice,” he answered. 
“Serves him right,” Bucky mumbled, and instead of getting a smack to the arm, Y/N nodded in agreement. 
“Ok, if you two are ready, let’s begin,” Matthew smiled before grabbing the first set of papers. 
The two straightened in their seats and the process began.
After a few minutes of just signing, Matthew started to make notes of updated information for the two. 
“Ok, Mrs. Barnes, sorry, Y/N,” he corrected quickly. “What is your line of profession at the moment?”
“I work at Horizon Labs in L.A. It’s a company a friend and I from college started up. I’m a Sustainable-Conscious Financial Advisor for a lot of smaller businesses as well as some bigger ones we recently just became partners with,” she answered. 
“Horizon Labs, huh?” Matthew said with an impressed look. Bucky turned to look at her as she lightly blushed. “I think I listened to a podcast about them. You guys help companies use recycled goods and find energy efficient technology, right?”
“We just redirect them to people who can help them get those resources. It’s practically just connecting the companies that would work great together in helping the environment,” she nodded humbly. 
“That’s amazing,” Matthew smiled. “We need more people and companies like that.”
“Thank you.”
He made note of that on a computer. “I’m assuming with all that, you have to be a little too busy for a second job, right? I don’t need to make note of another?”
“Uh, actually,” she added, Bucky’s already focused eyes on her quirked at her response. “I just invested in a Woman’s shelter with another friend of mine. I haven’t really got to do much with it, but it is a second job as of lately.”
“Wait? Nat?” Bucky caught on.
“Uh, yeah,” she nodded almost shyly. Probably the second time out of this whole meeting that she actually made eye contact with him. “My company works with them in getting some of the resources and items they need for the shelter. I talked with Nat and I invested into it some to help with some with their financial advisements.” 
“Wow, th-that’s,” Bucky faltered. “That sounds like you,” he said with a breathy laugh thinking about how maybe she really hadn’t changed all these years. That being one of the ‘reasons’ they had broken it off, how people change and all. But that’s a story for another time.
Y/N didn’t show a response to his words, but she did take them in. 
“So you run a woman’s home and you run a well-off business that promotes eco-friendly resources for the environment?”
“Well, I don’t run the woman’s home. That’s all my friends doing. I just help where help is asked if I can,” she answered once again humbly. No sense of egotistical pride hinted in her explanations or answers. 
“That’s extremely impressive Y/N,” Matthew gushed some, and Bucky noticed the smallest form of attraction come off the lawyer. He straightened at that. “I’ll make a note of it. And you Mr. Barnes. What is your occupation?”
Bucky relaxed his shoulders and focused back at the issue at hand. Trying to not get jealous of something that wasn’t even his to be jealous of. 
“I’m one of the head occupational therapist at Stark Theracorp,” he answered. Now it was Y/N’s turn to look at him intrigued. “I run the geriatric occupational therapy floor and manage our equipment and employees. ”
“Two very impressive people in the work field from what I’m getting,” Matthew chuckled some as he made the notes. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have to ask about income from the both of you for the record. If you want to write it on a paper and hand it to me you can or if you are comfortable saying it outloud that works too. Either way, I’ll have Foggy add it in later to the finalized papers.”
“Wait, so we aren’t finalizing it today?” Y/N asked, somewhat shocked. 
“Did Foggy not tell you?” Matthew asked. “I thought he reached out to you before this meeting.”
“I don’t believe so,” Y/N shook her head. 
“Well, the reason this one is so quick is because I just need a few signatures and updated notes on you two. After that, I’ll make the altercations for the official papers and I’ll send those to you both on their own to get the final signature. You can either bring them to me here, fax them, or have them sent via mail after you signed off on them.”
“Oh, I see,” Y/N nodded. The look of defeat in her posture and facial expressions.
It hurt Bucky a little seeing her reaction to it. Did she really want to get away from him that bad? Was he that much of a nuisance in her life? I mean, yeah, they were supposed to be divorced 9 years ago, but he didn’t want it then and it still hurt seeing just how much she wanted it now. 
“That’s not an issue is it? I’m terribly sorry for the inconvenience,” Matthew apologized. 
“No, no. It’s ok,” she said in reassurance to him. But she let out an almost bitter laugh before she spoke again. “We’ve been married for the past 9 years apparently. What’s a few more days?”
“I guess that’s true,” Matthew laughed with her. 
Bucky rolled his eyes discreetly. He really hated how she was reacting with all this. It wasn’t surprising, but doesn’t mean it hurts any less seeing how badly she wanted out of the situation.  
“Mr. Barnes, are you ok with that?” 
“I’ll survive a few more days, I guess,” he returned just as bitterly as Y/N. The two looked at each other one more time, but this time, anger and annoyance was clear on both of their faces.
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qslovebot · 3 years
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Nobody: Spencer Reid
Summary: After an accident on a case, the reader is left with trauma and anxiety. A miscommunication between her and the person she needs most (Spencer Reid) begins to eat her alive and he just so happens to be the only one there when she breaks again.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Warnings/Includes: mentions of kissing, mentions of traumatizing events (not specified), depictions of anxiety, fluff, miscommunication, angst to fluff
A/N: The song is Nobody by Mitski. Read with this for the ultimate experience.
Sometimes things felt too literal. Words start to sound weird and feel weird when you say them, clothes feel too much like clothes against your skin, the texture of any food in your mouth becomes too prevalent while eating.
These things started happening after you witnessed and endured something awful on a case. You wouldn't dare bring up the full memory in case it took over and killed you all over again. It wasn't PTSD, but it was the cause of your anxiety attacks most of the time when they occurred.
After that case, you spent a week in the hospital where they happened nearly every day and the doctors weren't much help, to be frank. The only people who really ever helped were your friends and the person you were so close to dating, Spencer Reid.
It was a long story. To dumb it down, the case event happened and you and Spencer thought you were about to die so he confessed his feelings for you and of course they were reciprocated. He asked, then and there through stuttering words, 'If we make it out of here please go out with me?" As his last bit of hope, and he kissed you before you were taken away by the unsub. He didn't endure nearly as much as you did which was why he wasn't as affected. But you had said 'yes' to that question and three weeks later, you still hadn't talked about it.
When the anxiety attacks happened, you often felt like you couldn't breathe, like the walls were pressing in on you. Sometimes you'd be with JJ when it happened. She would immediately ask you what you needed and often that would just be a hug.
Emily witnessed one at your house when she came over to check on you. She rushed over, caring voice and soft hands and told you to put your head between your knees, stroking your hair until you felt better.
Penelope made the 30-minute drive from her house every Friday night she wasn't working on a case to bring you dinner she had made and chat with you about anything you wanted.
Your friends cared for you, it was so prevalent. It was almost always that fact that was getting you through this as you continued to get better. You would return to work in two weeks because now the anxiety attacks were only once in a while and better controlled by you and Spencer still hadn't spoken to you since.
It was now nearly two weeks later. You would go back to work on Monday.
"He did come to visit you in the hospital before you woke up," Penelope said, stirring her cup of ramen. It was just another Friday and she sat across from you in your chair, cross-legged. "I don't know what's up with him if he isn't speaking to you, he seems fine at work."
You sighed, swallowing your bite. "I'm just scared that he regrets what he said and did before I was dragged away. It was those words and that kiss that got me through what the unsub did and I keep thinking about it and him..."
"It was romantic," she noted, waving her chopstick in the air. "I think you should call him, rather than just text him. It'll catch him off-guard and in-the-moment."
"Now?"
"Yes, so I can listen!"
You smiled a little, pulling out your phone as your heart began to race. What if he did pick up? What if it was awkward? What if he somehow didn't remember?
You pressed on his name, then pressed call. It began to hum quietly with pending rings. One ring, two, then five, then seven, then there was a small beep.
'You've reached Dr. Spencer Reid, uh, leave a message,' his voice said through the machine, still as sweet and youthfully scratchy. You bit your lip and nodded.
"I should have known that he didn't want to talk. Penelope, I can't stop thinking about him and he keeps ignoring my calls and I'm... frankly I'm afraid that nothing will ever happen and he'll ignore me forever."
Penelope cringed, "(Y/N), uh... there's... it's gone to voicemail and you're recording."
"Shit!" You panicked, looking at your phone. "How do I stop it?!"
"The red button!"
"That's the end call button I-" you pressed it by accident. Oh my god, the message went through. You just sat there with Penelope, both of you frozen in shock. That did not just happen... did it really just happen? Your one moment of self-pity and worry was one moment that Spencer would hear if he touched his phone on a Friday night.
The rest of the night was spent with you fighting off panic, pacing your room. Penelope agreed to stay overnight, but you could not handle the fact Spencer would hear what you said. It was humiliating to think about him hearing you stress over something like that.
This is what nagged at you all weekend, threatening the impending anxiety that was building up. Every second was agony, spent pacing and overthinking. Sleep was hard to get, so you took melatonin and your dreams taunted you with it all over again.
Monday morning you rushed to get dressed. You needed to see Spencer, no matter how hard it was to face him. You pulled on dress pants and a navy blue cotton v-neck shirt with bell sleeves. Laundry was forgotten through two days of panic, so this was pretty much the only shirt you had.
You brushed through your hair and applied your regular makeup and there, you were presentable and didn't look like you'd lost your mind over the weekend. You were going back, finally. It was somewhat refreshing if you dismissed the Spencer ordeal.
The drive there was fine. Music helped to calm you down and you listened as long as you could. Stepping into the BAU was different, it felt like you were being crushed the moment you stepped in.
"There's my girl!" Derek Morgan was the first to notice you walk in and he greeted you with open arms and a crushing hug. You smiled, letting him. It had been a while since you last saw him. He let you go after a few seconds, but his hands stayed on your shoulders. "We missed you here, things weren't as fun without you."
"I bet," you grinned, heading to your desk. You could hide your freakout well. "I missed the smell of coffee and paper in the morning."
"(Y/N), glad to have you back," Hotch said, walking down the steps. He did seem honestly glad to see you as there was a small twitch of his mouth when he approached you and Derek. "You're sure you're alright to work again? I assume today is a file day, but we'll be back out there soon."
You nodded, smiling back. "Getting there, but it's controllable now," He narrowed his eyebrows. "I'll be fine for the field and if I'm not, I can always stay at the precinct to work things out there."
Hotch looked to Derek, then back at you. "Sounds good. Again, glad to have you back, agent." Hotch shook your hand and passed you, heading into JJ's office.
"Morgan..." You started, fiddling with your fingers. "Have you seen Spencer?"
"Yeah, he just went to the washroom, why?"
"I need to talk to him..."
The day went on and of course, you saw Spencer, but he paid you no mind. Not even a 'welcome back' or anything. You were just there and it was like you never left, except Spencer didn't even look at you. He was busy with his work and you constantly found yourself watching him. Maybe he'd heard your voice mail, maybe not, but either way, he didn't seem to care anymore.
That month and a half you spent recovering- was it possible that he used that time away from you to get over you? The idea was haunting and tugged at your heart. To be the only one all-in was such an incredibly painful idea. What he said before you were dragged away into the depths of hell meant something to you and it kept you alive... and to think he probably didn't mean it...
You needed to stop thinking about it before it made you burst into a million pieces. To be surrounded by everyone who you loved and loved you back wasn't enough if you couldn't have Spencer, too. Selfish, it sounded so selfish, but it shook you to the core that he wasn't amongst them.
The day continued and more pain was endured. More overthinking, more fear, more insecurity. The day was nearing its end.
Everybody seemed like nobody when Spencer was out of the picture. You had spent so much time thinking about him in the hospital and at home in recovery, who were you without wondering you could make it work? Nobody. Without the fantasy you could be his, you stranded on some sort of island. You were nobody if not Spencer's.
So you were nobody.
It was that thought that keeled you over the edge in the parking lot of the BAU. So much fear, so much pent-up emotion, it was too much to contain and just... spilled over onto everything as your hands began to shake, followed by that godawful feeling in the pit of your stomach. Your knees gave out and you fell conveniently onto the curb next to your car.
There was nobody there, either. You were alone on the concrete curb, face in your shaking hand and the other shaking hand gripping the curb so hard your knuckles turned white. Too much, too little, everything was wrong and you couldn't face Spencer.
You looked up for a brief moment and there was a brief look at someone in a beige cardigan and khaki pants and your heart fell to the pit of your stomach- as if you were humiliated enough. Footsteps, closer.
"A-are you okay?" His voice was a little panicked, definitely not as bad as yours, though. Overall, you were just glad he was within six feet of you.
Of course, you were pretty much unable to reply. Your face stayed in your hands and you felt light fingers on your shoulder, his, and they were somewhat grounding. God, he was here and you couldn't even talk to him, you couldn't even raise your head.
"What do you need, I- what happened?" He cared. But to what extent? His hands felt frantic- they shook a little (again, not nearly as bad as yours) and they moved from your shoulder, to upper arm, to near your neck, to the side of your head. "If this is my fault, I-"
He stopped himself. How could he possibly know that it was the thought of him that sent this into motion? The voicemail didn't entail much other than he was on your mind. You hardly even noticed that you were crying from the anxiety attack until you felt how wet your hands were. Your words kept piling on your tongue and the panic rose again in an entirely new wave.
"Do you- do you need help? I can get Hotch or... Derek, Derek knows, I know, but I don't- I don't think you like me very much and I won't be of help-I-I-I-" His voice continued to ramble and you were flooded with new thoughts. How could he possibly think that you didn't like him? In those moments before you were taken, you had said yes to going out with him if you both made it out. You kissed him back then before the arms grabbed you and dragged you off. Where did the idea of you not liking him come from? It was you who was afraid he didn't like you back.
You wanted to speak, you wanted to say something but you were stuck in your own mind, desperately trying to fight this off, trying hard to calm your breathing. The most you could do was take your hand off of the curb and frantically grab his. You took his hand and you held it tight, trying to slow the sharp intakes of breath. That's when Spencer squeezed your hand and you began to feel better.
And when you did start to feel better and your breathing was still harsh, but better and you could finally move a little more, you did what you had wanted to do every day in the hospital. You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around Spencer, your arms resting around his shoulders. You needed it and apparently so did he, because he squeezed you back the same. Either it was that or he knew pressure helped. All you could do was hope it wasn't the latter.
Spencer of course buried his face in the crook of your neck like he had before and you knew now that this feeling was coming to an end. The tide was washing out and there was calm after the storm. No words, just your breathing becoming more natural and the wind over your ears. This was all that you needed.
He stayed like this with you for a good five more minutes before you could finally release him, pulling apart and your hand coming up to wipe under your eyes. He didn't speak then, either- he just watched, his face furrowed in concern.
So you spoke, "Spencer wh-" your voice cut out from still being in that state of anxiety. You coughed into your arm, tried again. "Why would you think I don't like you?"
"I-I- don't think that's the question, I- are you okay?" His hands went back to your shoulders bracingly.
You smiled a small smile, "I'm better, it's passed, but Spencer...' You slid into a whisper with the crying coming back. Had it really passed?
"Yes?" His reply was wary. As if afraid to break you, he tiptoed.
"Answer me, please."
He bit his lower lip into his mouth, sighing. "I don't know if I should, you're- you're upset."
You looked at him, dead-on, determined. "Please."
"You didn't call. Not once and I-I-I was worried and then I started to think about it and everything t-that happened before you were taken and that you probably only said and did that because you were about to-to-uh, die." He rambled, words spilling out. "So I thought maybe you didn't really like me and-"
"I was waiting for you to call, too," you actually let out a laugh. He smiled in realization. "Because I was afraid of the exact same thing. I was afraid you didn't mean it and I worked myself up- I called Friday night, though-"
"I didn't- I didn't know that-" he fumbled to bring his phone out of his pocket and he must have seen that he had a voicemail from you and nodded, a little smile appearing on his worried face. "So you did mean to say yes?"
"And you did mean to ask?" You inquired, head tilted.
"Y-yes, of course."
"Then yes," you replied, smile widening to a grin. "How is Saturday night? I think I'll be better by then."
He was positively beaming as he helped you back to your feet. "Saturday is... great. Are you sure you're alright?"
"Much better.... truthfully." You nodded excessively and Spencer began walking back to his car, but then came back quickly to kiss your cheek.
He was like a child excited to go run and tell friends, "Goodnight!"
"Night, Spence." You stood there, basking in the glory that was solved miscommunication. You weren't nobody, you were in fact, somebody. And you were soon to be Spencer's.
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