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my heart bel♡ngs to daddy [series]
[young sugar daddy jake x fem.reader au]
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[click here for this series's masterlist to read previous chapters, general warnings, and playlist]
[‼️chapter warnings‼️: smut [mdni], fluff, DADDY KINK, jake is a little possessive (???), going on a flight, public-ish sex, teasing, spanking, fingering, grinding, handjob, dirty talk, unprotected sex, mile high club 👀, lmk if i missed anything!]
*sorry for any grammar errors
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chapter 13: love phobia
"but you love me because i'm an idiot, right?"
your mind has been racing ever since jake uttered those words.
your stomach filled with butterflies from simply hearing him say the word 'love,' so what more if he told you that he loves you or vice versa? you didn't even fully know if you loved him for real or if he was just so kind, which you weren't used to, that you just think you love him.
love is not a word to use lightly, so you use it sparsely or not at all.
now that you had graduated university, you had way more time alone with your thoughts. the only thing standing between you being completely alone with your thought was your job at the bar which you were now wary of. you would quit your job because of those horrible incidents but if jake ever left and cut you off financially, you would barely have enough money to keep yourself afloat. those tips and your regular salary could only get you so far.
speaking of work, you should be focusing on serving drinks at your first night shift in awhile, but you can't seem to get your head straight, thoughts of jake floating in your brain with seemingly no end.
"earth to y/n," yeji said in a ghostly voice, snapping you back into reality, "your next round of guests are here." she laughed as she looked at your dazed expression.
you quickly got your shit together, unbuttoned your shirt lower to appeal to the guests, and went over to serve them.
"good evening, everyone," you greeted them whilst pulling out your notepad and pen to write down what drinks they wanted to order, "would you like to know our weekly specials or-" your voice stopped itself once you looked up at the group you were serving.
you didn't pay any mind to them until you locked eyes with the one and only sunghoon.
but it wasn't over yet.
sitting next to him was none other than mr. choi yeonjun.
at this point, you were sick of your worlds colliding with one another.
you tried to keep things casual and act like you didn't know them, but sunghoon just had to say something.
"oh hey, y/n," he greeted you with a smirk, his sharp fangs showing through, "you never struck me as the type of girl to work in a bar." you smiled sheepishly and simply nodded, trying so desperately to eliminate the awkwardness. "ah, i'm sure this place keeps you busy, doesn't it?" yeonjun chimed in with a smirk painted on his face, "you should call me whenever you have free time, though." he so casually flirted with you. the rest of the table didn't seem to pay any mind to you and sunghoon though you wished someone, anyone else, would just say something.
"so, um," you started with a painfully awkward chuckle, "is everyone ready?" you asked to which the rest of the table, thankfully, nodded. you took their orders as fast as you possibly could before practically dashing off to your side of the bar to begin mixing drinks. unfortunately, sunghoon and yeonjun both decided to follow you over to the bar like two puppies following behind their owner.
"i haven't seen you in awhile," sunghoon sighed out sarcastically as he rested his chin on his palm, "we should catch up." yeonjun nodded as if you didn't just see him a few weeks ago.
"that's probably not a good idea," you sheepishly laughed as you turned around to pour liquor into your drink shaker, "isn't it a little awkward after what happened? isn't jake literally one of your best friends?" you tried to keep your voice low. "oh yeah, of course he is," sunghoon said casually, "he kept calm around you, but he definitely didn't take the fact that we fucked lightly. he's so adamant about no other guy touching you or whatever. we made up, of course, but it's still a sensitive topic; he'll quite literally leave a room if it's ever brought up. but man, i've never seen that guy be so serious about anything." he shrugged. you were fully appalled at how he so easily talked about the situation.
"i had no idea that you were this kind of girl, y/n," yeonjun pointed out to which you cocked your head in confusion at his statement, still shaking and pouring drinks, "the type of girl who likes to have multiple guys, you know?" your eyes widened. "ah, it's not like that, i promise," you smiled weakly followed by a sigh, "just a coincidence, maybe?"
"in case you aren't aware, literally every guy who's seen you and jake's little videos wants a taste of you," yeonjun remarked as he took a sip of the drink he ordered. "and rightfully so," sunghoon added under his breath, recalling his time with you at the sex club. 'pervs,' you internally rolled your eyes and scowled as you finally finished making the last of the drinks.
"i'm not sure you realize how popular you are amongst men," yeonjun said breathily.
yeah, you didn't know and you didn't want to know either. you didn't log onto social media that often, but that messy situation led you to not open it for months; you weren't ready, or ever will be, to hear what the public thinks about you and your relation to jake.
you didn't even exactly understand what all the fuss was about; it was just a few dirty videos, so why were people making such a big deal over something you're trying to forget. like come on, it felt like that situation happened ages ago.
after mixing the last of the drinks for sunghoon and yeonjun's table, you went over to serve the others who accompanied them and left the situation as soon as you possibly could.
that's when you remembered that jake was supposed to pick you up after your shift ended, and he, of course, always arrived earlier than he should whenever he'd pick you up.
shit, shit, shit.
you hoped and prayed that he wouldn't think there was something going on with sunghoon and yeonjun if they were still at the bar by the time he showed up, which they likely would be. in your frantic state, you were able to spot yeji across the bar to which you dashed in your direction. she was quick to notice how frantic you were as you walked toward her, putting down the drink tray she was holding to check on you.
"hey, yeji," you started with a sheepish smile, "we have a bit of a situation." her eyes widened. "which is?" she questioned with curiosity. "potential drama alert," you whispered to her, "sunghoon and yeonjun just so happened to be part of my assigned table. do you mind covering from me so that jake doesn't think there's anthing suspicious going down whenever he gets here? i'll go check up on them once last time before i hand them over to you if that's cool with you?" you looked around the room as discreetly as you could just in case. "of course, y/n," she agreed, shaking your shoulder playfully, "the last thing you need in your life is more drama." you let out a sigh of relief as you began to approach the table one last time before officially clocking out.
"is everything okay over here? anything else i can get you tonight?" you asked, hoping with your entire being that they'd say no.
"well..." yeonjun let his voice drift off as he pretended to think, "another cocktail would be nice if you don't mind." you gave him a sheepish smile followed by a nod. 'actually, i do mind,' you thought to yourself, annoyed. "sounds good," you lied, "i'll have that out for you asap." you tried to walk away alone, but of course both yeonjun and sunghoon wanted to come and join you.
you pulled your drink shaker out from behind the counter and began to pour alcohol and ice into it, trying to mix as quickly as you could. "actually," sunghoon started, "i'd like one too." at this point, they were both just teasing you. now you had double the work all because sunghoon wanted to be a difficult piece of shit.
you were fully aware that you probably looked goofy by the way you were trying to quickly mix two cocktails basically simultaneously, but you stopped caring after remembering why you were rushing in the first place. you just let sunghoon and yeonjun keep staring at you do whatever you were doing, but you were soon sent into a panic once you saw jake enter the bar.
'please don't come any closer, please don't come any closer,' you repeated to yourself in your mind, but alas, your begging to the universe was not successful. you could see jake getting closer and closer from the corner of your eye, but you decided to avoid eye-contact until he reached your bartending counter.
"oh," you heard jake start speaking, "i didn't expect to see you here, sunghoon." it was obvious that he was trying his best to keep his composure. "oh, hey, bro," sunghoon reached out to do a weird handshake thing with jake, "i didn't expect to see you here either. here for a drink?" sunghoon questioned. "actually, i'm here to take y/n home whenever her shift ends," jake seemed to brag as he sat on one of the barstools nonchalantly, trying not to seem bothered, "just let me know when you're ready to go, princess." he emphasized the nickname he had for you. "actually," you started as you wiped down the counter one last time, "i'm ready now." sunghoon and yeonjun seemed surprised at your answer considering that you were technically their hostess and they hadn't finished yet.
"don't worry, you two," you tried to seem as reassuring as possibly, "yeji will take care of you for the rest of your time here." you flashed them a forced smile as you untied your short waist apron and headed over to the break room with jake.
once you got inside the break room, you walked over to the labeled hooks on the wall and hung up your apron, but before you could turn around, you heard the door lock.
"jake?" you asked, watching his hand leave the doorhandle. "mhm?" he responded, "something wrong, princess?" he questioned as he approached you. "n-no," you stuttered out, "just wondering why you locked the door is all." jake looked down at you and smirked before beginning to speak again.
"any particular reason those two were making eyes at you while you were mixing drinks at your station?" jake questioned as he cupped one of your cheeks with his big hand. your face grew hot at the tone of voice he used. was he jealous again? "of course not," you responded shyly, "they just happened to be at the table i was serving at and they decided to follow me to my station. nothing going on, i promise, jakey." he stepped closer to you. "hmm," he pretended to think as he let his hands wander your body, "i don't like how flirty they were being toward my princess. you weren't thinking of doing something behind daddy's back, were you?" jake asked amorously with a hint of sarcasm. "n-no!" you shook your head frantically, "n-never." jake smirked at your answer, slowly backing you into the back of the break room's couch. without warning, he lifted one of your legs so that your knee was resting on the back of the couch. slowly, he began running his hands up and down your inner thighs, ever so slightly swiping your entrance with one finger which made you let out a quiet yelp.
"please touch me," you begged him as you looked up at him with your pretty eyes. "what do you mean, princess? i already am," jake responded with sarcasm as he continued to tease you gently, "how do you want daddy to touch you?" you turned your face away from him, not wanting him to see how bashful you were getting simply because of his words, but that was soon reversed when jake took it upon himself to tilt your chin back over so that you were looking at him again.
"tell me, princess," jake repeated, his tone more firm than before, "you know daddy always gives you exactly what you want."
not wanting to verbally respond because you felt too shy, you let your hand trail down his thigh, feeling around until you could feel his hard through his jeans. jake's body grew goosebumps from your soft caresses. he kept on rubbing his big hand on your ass and letting his knuckles brush past your clothed entrance until he worked up enough courage to spank you, earning another yelp from you.
"daddy, please?" you begged again, "w-want your fingers." jake let out a sexy chuckle as he continued to rub circles on your ass and thighs, eventually pulling your panties to the side to feel how wet you'd gotten for him. "so wet for me already," jake smirked, his accent turning you on further, "do you like when i scold you for letting other men be all over you, hm? do you like making daddy jealous?" jake asked you as he left hard spanks on your ass, making you whimper in pleasure. "n-no," you responded in a squeak, "n-no, i promise."
jake let his hands wander more, eventually cupping one of your tits as he slickly slipped one of his fingers into your dripping wet pussy. you let out a breathy moan at the sensation of him fingering you while playing with your breast. you let out a moan to which jake moved his hand from your breast to your mouth, covering it up. "shh, princess," jake whispered in your ear, "you have to be quieter; no one can hear us in here, right?" you nodded as jake removed his palm from your mouth, gently telling you to hush once more before continuing to finger you again.
"jake," you breathed out as you reached out to grab his wrist, "i need you... please?" you begged him as he let out a light sigh of pleasure at your submissiveness. "i could never say no to you," jake kissed your neck, "but we have to make it quick, okay? and i need you to be as quiet as possible, yeah?" you whimpered and nodded.
you let jake bend you over the arm of the couch, his arm holding you steady as he unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down. the clanking of his expensive designer belt buckle always turned you on further because that noise always meant that he was gonna let you have it until you couldn't remember your name.
"keep quiet, okay, princess?" jake hushed once more before pumping his cock a few times before slowly letting his tip enter your tight entrance. he hissed at the feeling, placing one of his hands on top of yours once bottoming out.
at this point, you were trying to control your moans with ever ounce of your being, but you couldn't help but let a few escape your lips to which jake tilted your head to the side so he could swallow every sound that you let leave your lips. it didn't help that jake was beginning to speed up so you two could finish faster in fear that someone would start knocking.
'no one knock, please,' jake thought to himself as he fucked your tight hole, almost at his high.
"daddy, slow down," you mewled almost silently, "i c-can't control it." the 'it' being your moans. there was something different about being pounded from behind by jake that sent your body into a frenzy. jake tilted your head up to his and gave you a kiss on the lips as he slowed down his pace, not wanting you to get too overwhelmed.
your request may have seemed simple enough, but not many guys would have been respectful enough to fulfill your request, opting to make excuses as a way to manipulate you into agreeing to their ideas/ideologies. jake was not that type of guy, though, making sure that he catered to your every desire whether sexually or generally.
"is that better, baby?" he asked after kissing your lips to which you nodded, still trying to keep your noises to a minimum. after your response, jake continued to fuck you steadily. pumping his cock into your tight pussy at a gentler pace turned him on further, getting to feel every little bit of you.
"fuck, i'm close," jake let out a breathy groan, "where do you want it?" a stupid question for him to ask considering the fact that he always finishes inside you. "i-inside," you mewled as you pushed your ass back at him, causing him to hiss at the feeling. jake wanted so badly to spank your pretty ass, but he knew that it would make you moan out loud so he had to control himself.
it became increasingly hard by the millisecond for you to stop yourself from moaning and crying out for jake as he continued to fuck you at a steady pace. you couldn't help the tiny, breathy moans that subconsciously escaped your lips as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. "jake," you mewled ever so quietly, "n-need to cum." jake bent himself down to kiss your neck, whispering in your ear for you to let loose for him before he let his seed leak into you. obeying, you came for jake, your body twitching and quivering from the extent of how much you were controlling yourself.
once jake was certain that he emptied all his seed inside of you, he helped you get cleaned up with some tissues that were stored on a shelf.
"you did so good for me, princess," jake praised you as he assisted you in straightening out your outfit. your face turned warm as jake flashed a smile at you.
"now don't think you have to go around and make me jealous just to get me to fuck you like that again," jake let out a light chuckle as he tightened his belt. "i wasn't trying to make you jealous, jakey," you pouted as you held into the sleeve of his shirt, shaking it around playfully, "i would never do it on purpose."
"i believe you, y/n," jake reassured you with a sweet tone, "but regardless, i don't like when other men touch my princess in ways that only i should be touching her." jake seemed to go quiet for a second, worried that he sounded overly possessive over you, but he just let the words fall out of his mouth without thinking beforehand.
was he implying that he wanted you all to himself?
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as another day came, it meant another day to think about how you feel about jake, another day to think about how jake makes you feel, and another day to ponder if jake was telling you the truth or just trying to get you to swoon over him with his sweet-talk. (which was working like a charm)
you wished that you could stop thinking about jake for just for one measly second, but your mind always had other plans.
you kept letting thoughts circulate in your mind as your fingers toyed with the fabric of the short silk nightdress you were dressed in that, of course, jake bought for you.
he was literally everywhere with you though not being physically present.
the clothes you wore? jake bought them.
the diamonds that lay cold on the skin of your neck and wrists? jake bought them.
the several pairs of shoes that you'd never thought you'd own in a million years? jake bought them.
the vintage accessories from all your favorite brands? jake bought them.
all the money.
all the spoiling.
everything.
everything was because of him.
jake reeled you in with his charm and his money, but why did it feel like something more than just a sugar daddy and sugar baby relationship? maybe you were just delusional and blinded by his actions to think straight.
after all, your life had been molded into a fantasy because of him practically over night; something that some could only dream of. you felt like you were living every girl's dream life while barely having to life a finger.
you went from working 12 hour shifts at the bar to barely be able to afford paying for school and your home to being affiliated with one of the richest men in the country.
all because of sex in exchange for a diamond necklace.
some would call you pathetic and a gold-digger, which you often felt like in all honesty, but you knew in your heart that this was something more.
or at least it felt like it was something more.
but in all honesty, you didn't want to feel anymore; you wanted to truly know. you wanted so badly to find inner peace in regards to anything that was related to jake whether it was him admitting that he (allegedly) wants to be more than friends, or, if that isn't the case and he's just been stringing you along all this time, basically leaving everything behind if you wanted even the slightest chance of forgetting about him.
you want jake, but you also feel like you don't or maybe shouldn't.
bzzz...
bzzz...
bzzz...
your ears perked up at the sound of your phone vibrating as you scrambled to find where it was on your bed.
once you found it, you didn't even bother to check who was calling before pressing the green button.
"hello?" you asked once answering the phone, "sorry it to me awhile to pick up." you chuckled sheepishly. "don't worry, princess. i'm just glad you answered," the person responded to which you realized the familiar accented voice.
ah, jake. who else could it have been?
"oh, hi, jake," you smiled as if he could see your giddy expression, "did you need something?" you asked, curious as to why he decided to call you because it's rare that he does so; he usually just shows up to your front door. "hmm," jake's voice trailed off, "i was wondering if i could come see my favorite girl today, maybe pick her up and take her to my house, go out to town with her, possibly have her spend the night?" he rambled on and on. each time he made a statement, you felt yourself blushing more and more until your cheeks became the equivalent of a ripe strawberry.
hearing jake say the phrase 'my favorite girl' made your stomach erupt with butterflies. he made you feel so special, so pampered, so... loved?
wanting to seem as if you weren't trying viciously to control yourself from giggling into your pillow, you slickly responded to him with a flirty tone.
"hmm... maybe drive over to her house and find out."
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the sound of knocking on your door came to the front of your mind after a few seconds of being distracted by fixing your hair. you sped over to the front door from the bathroom to open it up, a bit eager to see jake. you were greeted by jake's smiley face as he held out some luxurious roses that he'd bought for you.
"aww, puppy," you gushed with adoration as you melted into a puddle of bashfulness, making jake blush in return, "so sweet." jake pulled you closer upon placing the bundle of roses onto the counter next to perry's bowl.
"i missed you," jake pouted before pulling you into a kiss, his soft, plump lips sending a swarm of butterflies into your whole body. "jake, we saw each other two days ago." you pointed out with a light chuckle after breaking away from the kiss. "well," he started, "i always miss you when you're not around."
you felt your stomach do a flip upon hearing jake tell you that information. of course, you felt the same way, but you definitely weren't going to voice it because you didn't think you'd physically be able to.
"you don't have to miss me anymore," you smiled against his chest, "we get to spend the whole day together." jake let out one of his excited giggles as he trailed his hands down to your lower back in a somehow non-sexual way; it felt more comforting than sexual if anything.
"well, i have some news before we start our day together," jake announced, his hand trailing up to your chin to tilt it upward, giving you no choice but to look at his pretty face as you nodded for him to continue, "i'm going to japan for a business conference, and-"
"wait, when? when are you leaving? how long are you gonna be there? ... when are you coming back?" your mouth spilled out questions because of unexpected worry, causing you to interrupt jake before he could even finish his statement.
"hey, hey, don't worry, princess. you didn't let me finish," jake reassured you with a pretty smile, "i was gonna ask if you wanted to come with me, silly."
your eyes lit up and widened at the thought of going on a trip with jake. him asking you to come to japan with him felt like a dream in itself.
without any hesitation, you responded with "i'd love to!" to which jake gave you a toothy grin as he held you close, his heart feeling just as eager as yours at the thought of going on your first trip together. he took a second to ponder everything that he wanted to do with you in japan.
going out for walks at night when the city is all lit up, trying out a new restaurant, going to a cute little animal café, shopping (of course), and, most importantly, getting to watch the beautiful cherry blossoms together which is something he's always wanted to do with you.
jake could barely hide his excitement before making you throw on an outfit, that matched his, of course, and dragging you out to buy new clothes for the trip.
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"i think this one is perfect, yeah?" you let out a content sigh, smiling as you spun around for jake to see the pretty garment from all angles. "it's hard for me to give an opinion considering that i think you look beautiful in everything," jake chuckled shyly as he adored you, "besides, you can choose any and all the clothes you want; no limits. so i'm sure we'll find a bunch more things that look perfect on you even after we buy this one."
you always loved going out shopping with jake, not just because you could literally buy everything you laid your eyes on, but also because jake always made you blush with his sweet compliments that never failed to give you a bit of self confidence.
the shopping trip was far from over, and let's just say that you two were about be the best-dressed people in japan for the duration of your stay.
after purchasing the garment, you two moved from store to store all throughout the shopping center until you felt content with all the pretty clothes and accessories jake bought for you. he even took it upon himself to get a few pieces of clothing for himself that coordinated with the outfits you chose. along with everything else the two of you bought that day, jake decided that the last touch should be something matching, so he took you into a dior store and let you pick out a pretty diamond choker then finding one for himself that looked similar to the one you chose.
going on shopping sprees with jake never failed to astound you; it seemed that the final price at the end of the day got higher and higher after every individual shopping session that you two have gone on. were you getting used to it? yes. do you still have underlying guilt for spending that much money? absolutely.
after spending what felt like, and probably was, millions of dollars, there was one more stop that jake wanted to make before going back home.
he led you into a fancy, luxury lingerie store that made you gulp nervously, not knowing what he had up his sleeve. jake was very mischievous when it came to stuff like this, so you wouldn't be surprised if he had some dirty intentions.
jake approached the counter as he waved at the employee who was working behind it. you watched as she blushed over jake once he began to talk to her, making you feel a bit of discomfort at the way jake seemed to talk to her with such finesse. her building flirtatiousness took over your mind, causing you to subconsciously pull jake closer to you. jake immediately noticed your nonverbal action and knew exactly what was bothering you, after all, you two spent a majority of your time together so of course he eventually began to pick up on your body language.
"anyway," jake smiled, "i'm here to pick up and order that i placed a few days ago." the employee seemed to be caught off guard by jake's sudden change in demeanor but still proceeded to ask him for his order details although she had zero time to process why his tone switched so suddenly. she turned around to check the shelf with neatly placed boxes that were tied off with gold, shimmery ribbons to look for the box that was labeled with his name.
"is it this one?" she asked, undoing the bowtie to reveal the contents of the, very extravagantly decorated, box. your eyes widened upon seeing the garments, them specifically being custom lingerie sets. you couldn't control the way your face was beginning to turn bright pink upon laying your eyes on the pretty panties that had 'jake,' 'daddy's girl,' and 'princess.' embroidered on the fabric in shimmery pink thread. you thought it was over, but nope, there was another layer of tissue paper covering more of the box's contents. jake gently moved the tissue paper to the side only to reveal more risqué garments.
pink lace lingerie, thigh garters, sheer bralettes, more custom embroidered panties decorated with cute, tiny bows, basically everything that he wanted to see you in.
jake is such a horndog for buying all this stuff for you, but you couldn't lie and say it wasn't making your stomach jump at the thought of what was going through jake's mind when he was ordering everything.
"yup this is the one," jake smiled innocently as if he didn't do anything cheeky.
once the employee turned the box to face her so that she could tie the ribbon back up, her face immediately turned bright red at the sight of what was inside the box. she scrambled to knot the ribbon and quickly pushed the box back toward jake. you couldn't tell if the look on her face was one of jealousy, flustered-ness, or both.
"you are such a dirty boy," you scolded jake with a light smack on his bicep as he giggled, "i can't believe you actually bought all that." jake couldn't help the smirk that formed on his face as he looked down at you, your face still pink from being flustered. "i can't tell if you're pleasantly surprised or surprised in a shocked sense," he chuckled as he held you close to him while the two of you walked back to his car. "a bit of both," you laughed in response.
"oh, the things you drive me do, y/n... you have no idea."
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you, stupidly, decided to pack for your trip to japan last minute which caused you to scramble around to make sure you had everything you needed before jake came to pick you up.
honestly, it was a lot easier to pack since you had way more clothes and outfits that jake curated for you; digging through your wardrobe for decent clothes to wear on vacation was now a thing of the past. you were done packing before you expected to be, so you had a bit of downtime before jake would arrive.
just before you pulled your phone out of your pocket, you felt it vibrate.
you let out a light chuckle after your little text conversation with yeji ended, but you couldn't help but begin to think about those cheesy things even though they were far from your reality. you wondered if that's how you and jake looked like from an outside perspective.
a couple.
just as you were about to get lost in your thoughts again, the doorbell rang. 'thank god,' you thought to yourself as you ran to answer the door. you opened up the door, surprised to see that jake had suddenly changed his hair color again.
"woah, since when were you blond again?" you chuckled as you pulled jake closer to you, hugging him and letting his cologne blind your senses. "since earlier this morning," jake responded with a sheepish smile, "just wanted to change things up again. d-do you like it?" he asked with a nervous tone to which you giggled. "i love it," you reassured him as you played with strands of his freshly dyed hair, "as much as i love your natural hair, i've missed the blond; it makes you look like a cute fuzzy puppy." jake's ears began to turn pink at your sweet compliment which made you giggle and give him another tight hug.
"we should get going now," jake pointed out as he glanced at his expensive cartier watch, "lemme get your bags for you." you let out a hum in response, a smile subconsciously growing on your face due to jake's gentlemanly gesture. the fact that this was how he genuinely acted without request always made your heart beat a bit quicker than usual.
he's sweet.
jake is so sweet.
getting into the car, jake began to head over to the airport. your stomach couldn't help but feel funny due to a bit of flight anxiety.
odd for you considering you've never been on a plane before.
"i'm kinda nervous," you voiced with a light chuckle, "i've never..." jake looked over to you with wide eyes, shocked at the new piece of y/n lore. "so... it's your first time?" jake joked cheekily, earning a light smack on the arm from you as became red in the face. "yes, it's "my first time," jake," you bickered back jokingly.
"i promise you'll be okay, princess," jake reassured you with a kiss on the cheek while you two waited at a traffic light, "i'll be there the whole time."
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once you pulled into the private parking lot of the (rich people) part of the airport, you were unpleasantly surprised by a decent-sized swarm of reporters with cameras. you looked over at jake with a bit of a concerned expression on your face.
"oh, that," jake smiled nervously, putting one of his hands on the nape of his neck, "whenever one of the company's heirs goes on a business related trip without the head of the company, it's seen as a huge deal. oh and also-"
knock, knock, knock.
jake was interrupted by knocks on the window, startling both you and him. looking over, you saw the face of the man who you'd rather not be seeing at the moment.
sunghoon.
excited, jake opened his door, hopping out of the car to greet one of his best friends. it made you feel rather uneasy to witness them interact; not because you didn't like or sunghoon or anything like that, but because you wondered how things could be so chill between them even though you unknowingly fucked jake's best friend.
were you the only one who couldn't get over it? the only one who still felt gut-wrenching guilt?
jake peeked his head into the car, smiling at you nervously before telling you the not-so-great news that you, him, and his friends would all be flying in the private plane together.
you felt your stomach drop, knowing that you'd be stuck in a floating metal tube with his friends for roughly two hours. and on top of that, it's your first time flying. you just shook everything off, remembering that jake was kind enough to let you tag along. that's all that matters, right?
once you were done freaking out, you opened the car door to step out. you so badly wanted to avoid the paparazzi, not ready for the press to be writing about you and jake again, and it'll probably be worse this time around considering that you're with him alongside his friends. 'stay calm,' you scolded yourself as you walked over to help jake unload the luggages from the trunk of his car.
"don't worry, i got it, princess," jake smiled warmly after tucking some of your hair behind your ear and leaning in for a peck on the cheek. it made you nervous to be kissed by jake with so many cameras around. you hoped and prayed that they didn't get a shot of it because of obvious reasons. people who worked for the private flight company began to load the plane with everyone's bags as you, jake, jay and heeseung (jake's two friends that you'd met previously) and of course sunghoon started to head over to the plane's entrance.
jake held your hand while leading you over to go up the ladder to get into the plane, continuing to hold your hand with every step up you took. you could practically feel the cameras all over you and jake, but he didn't seem to mind for some reason.
and as if the situation couldn't get any more shocking, you were pleasantly greeted by the interior of the private aircraft.
private seating if you wanted to be alone, group seating if you wanted to mingle with the other people who you're on the flight with, and two little closed off cabin rooms which was crazy because you didn't think that was a real thing.
"go ahead and sit wherever you want, princess," jake told you, letting you pick out where you wanted to spend the duration of your plane journey. "can we maybe," you looked down, becoming bashful, "use one of the rooms." you shyly suggested to which jake couldn't help smirk. "whatever my princess wants, she gets," jake remarked, giving you a passionate kiss on the lips, "go ahead and wait in there for me, okay?" you looked into his pretty eyes and nodded, opening the door to reveal a comfy looking bed, overhead storage, and a little window. closing the door behind you, you went to go sit on the bed.
"is this actually my life now?" you asked yourself quietly as you looked around at your surroundings. you still weren't used to it despite all the time you've spent with jake. more often than not, you were wondering how you, a, now graduated, broke college student working at a bar, managed to end up in this situation. you were thankful, yes, but it still left you feeling overwhelmed by everything that came along with living this type of lifestyle. midway through getting lost in your thoughts, you heard the door handle twist, being greeted by jake's pretty face.
"we'll be taking off now, okay?" jake informed you as he walked over to the bed and pulled you close, "i'll be here if you're nervous." you nodded, cuddling up to him while fearing the fact that you were about to be so high in the sky. simply hearing the plane engine start was enough to freak you out. jake felt you tense up as the plane began to take flight.
"hey, hey," jake comforted you, "focus on me, okay? you'll be alright." you nodded though you grew shy from looking at his pretty face. jake chuckled, pulling you on top of his lap and holding your face in his hands. "that's right, my pretty girl."
instinctively, you pushed your hips onto his, prompting jake to bring his hands to your waist. "needy?" jake asked, "in this situation?" he teased. "i-i didn't mean to," you sputtered out nervously to which jake shut you up with a passionate kiss. "well, do you want to?" jake asked curiously as he ran his hands all of your body, eventually trailing them down to your ass. "mhm," you responded, "please?" jake kissed your neck as you continued to grind on his clothed member. you don't know when or how, but your clothes were now discarded to the side, your lips on jakes as you stroked his length with your hand. you loved the groans and light whimpers that jake let out as you pleased him with your hands, and you were eager to let him use your body.
when he felt like the time was right, jake lifted you up and sat you down on his length, causing you to moan out as you held onto his shoulders. "so warm and wet for me," jake spoke lowly in your ear, sending shivers down your whole body. "just for y-you," your voice quivered as you roughly moved your hips on his, wanting to feel him deep inside you. "mhm, all for daddy," jake smirked while squeezing your pretty ass, "no one else but me." you nodded with a whimper in response.
jake pushed your hips further down onto his, wanting his tip to perfectly hit your little sweet spot. you whined as your thighs trembled, already feeling overstimulated from his length. you found yourself glancing to the side at the small window to which jake placed his hand on your chin to face back at him. "focus on me, baby," jake said softly, giving you a peck on the lips and rolling his hips against yours. you gasped and moaned out at the sudden waves of pleasure traveling from your inner thighs to your core.
"turn around," jake demanded after lifting you off of him to which you, of course, complied. you pushed your hips toward him as you arched your back eagerly, begging him to fuck you more. "that's a good girl," jake smirked, teasing your entrance with his swollen tip before fully pushing himself inside. "s-so good," you stuttered out in between moans and whines, "w-want your cum so bad."
jake bent forward to lift you up, your back now against his chest as he thrusted upward into you. you tightly gripped onto one of his forearms while he kissed your neck, your pussy aching. "mmh," you moaned out, "feels so good, daddy." jake groaned for you as he caressed your inner thighs, causing you to shiver. "i know, princess," jake chuckled sexily, "fuck, it feels so good to be deep inside you. it's your first time flying and all you can think about is being stuffed with my cock, huh?" you nodded and whimpered in response. "m-mhm," you managed to sputter out between moans, "always want you s-so bad."
it wasn't long until jake finally let loose, ropes of his hot cum painting your walls white.
putting you down, he gave you some time to catch your breath before giving you a few kisses.
"you're so cute," jake said out of nowhere. "where did that come from?" you questioned with a chuckle as your cheeks turned pink. "just wanted to point it out," he shrugged with a smile, "now go ahead and rest for the remainder of the flight, princess."
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once the flight landed, you were forced to wake up from your nap which you weren't very happy about. upon getting off the plane and into the car that would take you and the others to the fancy airbnb, jake decided to keep you separated from his pestery friends because he knew that they'd only make you grumpier.
you spent the duration of the car ride with your head on jake's shoulder, trying not to fall asleep yet again and wanting to enjoy the view of the sunset over the city. unfortunately, you ended up drifting off to sleep again which jake found cute after watching how desperately you tried to keep your eyes opened. upon arriving to the place you would be staying at for the duration of the trip, jake, still keeping you a good distance away from his friends, brought you into one of the rooms so you could lay down and rest. he assisted you in getting changed into one of his shirts before you laid down on the cloud-like bed.
"you're so cute when you're sleepy," jake gushed as you wrapped yourself in the duvet, "i'll be right outside in the lounge area with the guys; we're gonna catch up a bit before we go to sleep. i'll be here later, okay?" you nodded sleepily in response, grabbing him closer by his hoodie sleeve so that he could give you one last kiss before leaving the room.
your drowsiness was really getting the best of you, causing you to expose your vulnerability and yearning for jake and his presence. you felt queasy at the thought of jake possibly thinking that you were being too needy. you also felt an odd sense of uneasiness from all the intimate moments that you and jake shared throughout the whole day because it felt almost wrong to be so intimate with someone who isn't even your boyfriend. jake isn't your boyfriend, but why do you feel so comfortable giving yourself to him? you began to feel somewhat guilty about your natural instincts when it came to being around him, but you couldn't seem find it in you to stop. why did it all feel so natural?
your thoughts were brought to a halt when you felt jake touch you.
"oh, and one more thing," jake added, "i need you to hold something for me until i get back in here." confused, you cocked your head to the side, squishing your face deeper into the pillow.
jake motioned for you to hold out your hand, and once you did, he gave you a kiss on your palm, rolled your hand into a fist, and let you move your hand back toward yourself.
you couldn't control the way your stomach flipped and the amount of blood rushing to your cheeks as jake flashed his cute smile.
"and you can give that kiss to me later when i come back."
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you found yourself in a haze and half awake after what you presumed was a few hours. jake still wasn't in bed with you, but you could hear him chatting with his friends just outside your room which put you at ease. as much as you tried not to, you ended up eavesdropping on their conversation and were shocked to hear that you were the topic of discussion.
"poor y/n," one of his friends joked as he took a sip of alcohol, "jake really dragged her all the way out here because he can't survive 5 minutes without her." his friends laughed in response as jake's face turned red.
"hey!" he sulked, "i-it's not that." he responded shyly, taking a small sip of his drink.
"then what is it, hm?" another one of his friends questioned with a smirk plastered on his face.
"well, i-i just thought it'd be fun to go on a trip, y'know? s-she's never been here before, so i wanna show her around, right?" jake sputtered out, the mild interrogation being enough to make him sober from the alcohol him and his friends had been drinking, "i already have some things planned out; i just wanna show her a good time."
"a different kind of good time for once," one of the guys joked again, "c'mon, man, we all heard the two of you earlier." hearing one of his friends admit that made him get shy again as they all continued to tease him. "hey, we gotta give jake some credit," another friend chimed in, "he knows what he's doing if you know what i mean. not every guy can make a girl moan like that-"
"okay," jake said with panicked chuckle, stretching out the last syllable of the word he spoke, "i think it's time we all got some rest. after all, it's getting a little late, right?" his friends laughed at his bashfulness but agreed that they really should get some rest. "wait, don't turn off the lights yet," jake said holding out one of his hands, "i need to get a glass of water to put on y/n's bedside table." one of his buddies let out a light sigh followed by a wholesome chuckle. "how do you manage to remember all these little things about her?"
"well," jake's voice trailed off as he poured a glass of cold water for you,
"she's my everything."
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a/n: chapter 13 is finally here after literal months! thank you all for being so patient with me throughout these past few months :,) it means a lot that you've stuck around with me 🩷 now that school and exams are over and it's officially summer break, i'll have an abundance of free time to write for you all! pls look forward to more updates from me 🩷
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I know you’ve been around the 2014-15 season, but do you remember what was the general vibe on the Pens that offseason? Think that was the height of the media hit pieces on The Core after Chicago won their 3rd Cup in 6 seasons while we just had one, and the Kessel trade happened shortly after. IIRC the mood was pretty down since our roster was so messy everyone wondered if we’d only end up with just 1 Cup. Shows that things can change fast in hockey you know?
yeah, it was a weird time. that season, they were coming off having blown a 3-1 series lead in the second round to the rangers and a subsequent housecleaning of the entire front office (the reported reaction to which gave us the delightful "they increasingly came to believe they're the only ones that have each other's back" quote). we had a new coach that was determined to throttle back the high-octane offense of the stars, and it started great- they won a TON the first part of that season, but the demands of this new play style and injuries wore on them, and IIRC that was the year that it took them until literally the 82nd game of the season to clinch their playoff spot, and then they got eliminated in the first round by- once again- the rangers.
the national media was totally convinced that sid and geno were a one-hit wonder and had peaked in 2009. the deals they signed were starting to be questioned. and then when the 15-16 season started and sid went through an epic production slump, people started wondering if this was how his career trajectory would go—one cup, his prime cut off by head injuries, and a long slow march towards mediocrity, saddling the team with his contract until they could feasibly put him on LTIR and send him away. fall of 2015 is also when we got geno saying "we're a little bit mad at each other" (multiple links because the audio is gone and each article has slightly different quotes), which sidney was quick to walk back for him lol. it really looked like this was going to be it, and the franchise and their legacies would become irrelevant.
and then GMJR fired johnston and hired sullivan, and sid started scoring again, and the team came together, and—well, we all know what happened in the spring of 2016, and again in the spring of 2017.
narratives really can turn around fast, can't they?
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my pens didn’t make the playoffs... but the lightning, islanders, bruins, and rangers were eliminated in the first round so
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The Fae Equality Initiative (Ch. 6) 🌊
Summary: Tarquin, High Lord of the Summer Court, has sent ripples of shock throughout Prythian with his plans to eliminate discrimination against Lesser Fae. When the Night Court is invited to send a delegation to Summer Court, Elain Archeron can’t wait to show everybody what she’s capable of on her first official Inner Circle assignment. Little does she know that Tarquin has also recruited Lucien Vanserra’s assistance…
Read: Ch 1 | Ch 5 | AO3
Imo Tarquin's gardens are like the gardens from Avatar (kinda tropical, kinda fluorescent)
Lucien was distinctly aware of Elain Archeron walking behind him. Her gaze was boring two holes in the back of his head and her soft slippers padded down the hall. She made no move to catch up to him, no indication she was going to acknowledge him, so Lucien forbade himself from turning around. He even looked straight ahead when he held open the door, expecting Elain to breeze past coldly.
Instead, Elain paused just before she crossed the threshold. She clutched a notepad and pen to her chest, eyeing him nervously. Lucien tried not to conspicuously inhale her sweet scent of jasmine and honey. “Good morning.” Her lips moved.
It took Lucien at least two whole seconds to realize that Elain was talking to him. “Oh. Good morning to you, too,” Lucien replied awkwardly. Elain gave him a tiny nod, her cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink as she hurried past.
Oh gods, what the hell did I just do? You fool! Lucien was smacking himself internally as he found his way to an open seat. It happened to be directly across from Elain, who sat with the perfect posture of a lady. Her light brown hair was swept up into a loose bun, giving Lucien full view of the soft pale skin of her neck. The light pink dress she was wearing matched the pink of her soft lips, too. Taste her, touch her, his instincts whispered into his ear.
Lucien felt a sharp poke in his side. “You’re staring.” Viviane, who was sitting next to him in a (finally) weather-appropriate silver dress, wordlessly formed letters with frost on the table. Lucien quickly wiped the note away before anybody else could see. Viviane chuckled. “I heard your little interaction.” Again, Lucien wiped the note away, shooting the High Lady of Winter an unimpressed look. He was well aware he looked like an ogling schoolboy, but was he really that obvious?
Delegate introductions included a short summary of their court discussions from the day before. There were only a handful of High Fae at the round table: Tarquin; Elain; Alexander, a Day Court head scholar; Gillian, a Dawn Court healer; Viviane; Lucien; Tamlin; Varian. Lucien knew he should be listening to what the others were saying, but every fiber of his attention was closely attuned to Elain.
Snap out of it, foxy boy! He admonished himself. Mother’s tits, she acknowledges me once and I can’t act normal anymore.
For Lucien was utterly thrown off by Elain’s earlier greeting. It was completely unprompted, which led him to ask…why? Lucien watched as Elain nodded occasionally, gazed attentively, and even smiled slightly. A smile that could bring kings to their knees…and I’m supposed to do NOTHING about it?!? I’m fucking dying here…Lucien groaned internally.
“—Lillestad a place of refuge,” Viviane was saying. “Everybody worked hard to not only survive, but to also shore up supplies and defenses against Amarantha. Yet when the nobility returned from Under the Mountain, it seemed they’d forgotten just who had been keeping their lands, their court alive for the last 50 years.”
There was steel in Viviane’s pale blue eyes. Lucien knew all too well how hard she’d worked to keep the peace, to foster hope during a time when there was little of it. How frustrating it must be, to have the High Fae return and discredit those who sustained the land with their blood, sweat, and tears. The routine smattering of applause sounding after Viviane finished indicated Lucien was up next.
“Good morning. My name is Lucien, High Fae representative from the human lands.” Gods, as if it couldn’t be more obvious that I have no court to call home. Elain had stopped scribbling notes and was now looking at him with an undivided attention that unnerved Lucien. “I also had the pleasure of working with many Fae, across many courts, during Amarantha’s reign. Tarquin has graciously invited me for assistance in fostering cross-court discussions.”
“I understand that the purpose of this conference is to discuss the Fae. However, since the collapse of the Wall, the intermingling of humans and Fae alike has posed a series of challenges for all of us,” Lucien continued. “Queen Vassa sends her regards and hopes that, in our discussion of Fae rights, we may one day extend the same protections to the humans in Prythian.”
Lucien could see Viviane and Tarquin applauding the most vigorously, but it was only Elain’s response he cared about. She clapped delicately, but there was a certain gleam in her brown eyes as she glanced at him. Like she had been struck by inspiration. Okay, okay. I have no idea what’s going on. But baby steps with Elain, right?
***Elain***
Elain regretted staying up past midnight to read. She’d fruitlessly tried to absorb information from Fundamentals of Illyria and Night Court Laws: A Compendium. The Night Court delegation’s discussion proved just how little she knew about her court. When Nikon asked about the council of governors, or when Melanie asked about economic assistance for Lesser Fae-owned businesses, Elain felt like a failure because of her inability to answer.
So she’d pored over the pages, determined not to be caught off guard in front of other High Fae. But who knew there were so many bureaucratic and redundant laws when it came to court governance? Did Rhys and Feyre seriously remember all these rules? Elain even looked for notable Illyrian females in history and found none noted. Disappointing, but not surprising. She had gone to sleep after she realized she’d read the same paragraph five times. Some Night Court representative I am, Elain had groused before closing her aching eyes.
Elain couldn’t even deny that she took on extra work to distract herself from Lucien’s absence during dinner. She had dreaded the possibility that he hightailed it out of Adriata, so catching sight of him in the hall this morning was a pleasant surprise. Elain felt like a giddy village square maid spying on a handsome prince on a tall steed.
He’s here! Her heart had pounded loudly from just looking at the back of his head. He stayed! But now I must think of something, anything…The only thing she could muster was a squeaky “good morning” as he held the door open, like the well-mannered courtier he was. Lucien’s returning face was pure shock. And although he responded shortly, Elain felt herself spiraling at the sound of his rich voice spiral addressing her. I’ll have to tell Melanie and Emerie about this later. I hope they’re doing alright in their subcommittee meeting.
Jealousy had flashed through her when Lucien and Viviane shared an unspoken moment together. Stop it! Elain had snapped at herself. Viviane has a mate and a child! But…I flirted with Azriel several years ago…oh gods, what about Queen Vassa? Is there something going on between her and Lucien? Do they still love together…Elain yanked herself out of the intrusive thoughts. Questioning her standing with Lucien was not the move.
This was because sitting in front of a slew of notable figures, including High Lady Viviane and High Lords Tarquin and Tamlin, already made Elain feel inconsequential. Elain tried to take notes, but all she could think was: I’m no leader…I have no influence…I’m only here because I’m Feyre’s sister.
The one respite was unabashedly staring at Lucien when it was his turn to speak. Elain barely heard a word Lucien said, so mesmerized was she by his rugged cheekbones and the glossy shine of his fiery hair. His deep voice was equally hypnotizing. It wasn’t until he brought up the humans living among the Fae that she perked up.
He…he cares about the humans, too? Should I tell him about the Fae legends we heard as children as a conversation starter? Why didn’t I think of volunteering to be an emissary to the human lands, huh? Maybe we could work on a program that gets humans and Fae comfortable with each other? Or perhaps I should keep it simple and only ask him about his experiences living with humans…
Lucien’s opening remarks had given her something to work with. Elain’s mind bubbled with potential ideas to help the humans and different strategies to approach Lucien. But before she knew it, it was her turn to speak.
She flipped through the pages of her notepad, trying to find her notes from yesterday. “Hello, my name is Elain Archeron. I am the Night Court’s High Fae representative,” she began shakily.
“My friends—I mean, my peers—and I discussed several things—topics—yesterday.” Elain stumbled over her phrases. Each word felt clunky in her mouth, the diplomatic jargon eluding the tip of her tongue.
I worried that the task at hand would be too big of a shift, too significant a responsibility too soon, Feyre’s words floated in. I can’t prove Feyre right, Elain despaired. If I’m not capable of a small conference, how will the Inner Circle trust me with anything else? I need to do this. She felt nauseous from her nerves.
“Velaris is the most progressive city in the Night Court,” Elain tried to continue. “But the rest of the court is different. Hewn City and Illyria are more traditional. The Illyrians…they-they are working to overcome the sexism that prevents females from…ah, flying, the B-blood Rite, training. Oh, and running their own businesses.” Sweet gods above, I’m just regurgitating what my friends told me, Elain cringed inwardly. I have NO original experiences compared to the likes of Viviane, Tarquin, and Lucien.
Lucien. Elain’s breath caught in her throat when she lifted her gaze at Lucien. To her surprise, his mismatched eyes of russet and gold regarded her without any pity or cringe. When he registered that she was staring at him, Lucien curved his mouth into a small smile.
Lucien’s subtle sign of encouragement was an immediate soothing balm over Elain’s agitated thoughts. A swell of renewed vigor helped steady her voice as she spoke again. Elain sat up straighter. “The Night Court also hopes to a-address the predjudices against same-sex Fae couples. So. This is to say that we cannot forget about the larger…social issues that affect us, beyond…beyond species divisions in this initiative. Thank you.” Elain wasn’t sure if she even made sense, but Lucien nodding in approval brought her some relief. And when he was the first to start clapping, she couldn’t help giving him a shy smile.
***Lucien***
What happened yesterday was a fever dream. No, scratch that. This conference is a fucking fever dream.
Elain had said good morning to him again. This time, she murmured it in passing, not waiting to hear his response before she ducked through the throng of Fae to sit next to Emerie. Lucien had no idea why she was even acknowledging him. Why she was even smiling at him. Elain was giving him crumbs, but his insufferable instincts craved a full meal.
The larger conference room for joint input on Tarquin’s initiatives must have been Adriata’s city council chamber. The vaulted ceiling was painted a shimmering turquoise, as if the room’s occupants were looking up from the sea bed. Large windows provided fresh air and perfect views of the sea. Ornate chairs carved from coral were cushioned with plush pillows, and the desks were crafted of dark wood panels. Several important Summer Court nobility were sitting in the audience, giving the Lesser Fae imperious looks.
Lucien was currently sandwiched between Tamlin and the infamous water wraith Feyre had excused during the Spring Court Tithe all those years ago. Apparently her name was Sona. Sona’s limpid onyx hair draped over her damp, naked form as she nibbled on tiny dried anchovies. Lucien tried not to look too hard at her sharp, triangular teeth whenever she asked him questions about Queen Vassa and Jurian.
The meeting kicked off with Day court scholars speaking of the educational barriers for the Lesser Fae. Sona complained about the Tithe rules, claiming the Lesser Fae had less to give but were still required to donate at the same rate as the High Fae. Dawn Court’s Captain of the Guard, Ellias, had a rousing conversation with Melanie and Emerie about the anticipated Dawn Court laws that would protect same-sex Fae couples. Alis brought up how the Lesser Fae were recovering from the war more slowly in Adriata, and called for more support from the city council. Lucien dutifully took notes on the morning discussions, intending to mail his summaries to Vassa.
Lunchtime rolled around with Elain frustratingly out of reach. She stuck closely to the Night Court delegates, only sneaking quick glances at Lucien. I wonder if she’s waiting for me to make a move, Lucien mused. Like a game of chess. But what I’m planning to talk about in the afternoon would kill the game. Tarquin had requested Lucien to kick off the opening remarks after lunch. Lucien found himself standing at the speaker’s dais, with Elain watching him almost hungrily with her pretty brown eyes in the audience.
A responding hunger and curdling sense of regret roiled in Lucien’s gut. I’m sorry, Elain, he grimaced. I know this won’t look good on whatever we are. But this story has to be told.
“Good afternoon, my name is Lucien and I am the High Fae representative from the human lands.” The room stilled its murmuring, its occupants taken by the gleam of his red hair in the afternoon sun and how his rich voice filled the space.
“Many of you may be confused as to why I don’t hail from any particular court. Well, there’s a reason for that.” Elain had leaned forward in her seat, intrigued.
“My family name is Vanserra. I was born and raised in the Autumn Court, as the seventh son of its High Lord, Beron Vanserra. Many years ago, I fell in love.” Lucien couldn’t bring himself to look at Elain anymore. If he saw the hurt on his face, he would most likely stop talking, if only to spare her grief. I must keep going. The Summer Court nobility need to hear this.
“Her name was Jesminda. Her mind was sharp, her laughter freeing. She had the prettiest wings, for they were translucent and glimmered with a thousand colors in the sun. She had the wildest soul, for she loved to spend her days in the fields, in the woods.” Lucien’s voice grew thick with emotion as he recalled the precious memories.
“Jesminda taught me more about Autumn than books and fancy tutoring lessons ever did. She brought me closer to our people, showed me what a loving family could be like. Jesminda loved me for who I was, not caring about my wealth or background. And I loved her boldness, her teasing nature. But our happiness would not last long.” The tension in the room was suffocating. “Beron Vanserra felt our relationship was inappropriate because of her background.” Lucien could feel dread rolling through the room, for Beron Vanserra’s cruelty was known far and wide.
“I renounced the Autumn Court because Beron Vanserra forced me to watch as he executed Jesminda, for no reason other than her social standing.” Gasps of horror arose.
“My lover—dead. The future I’d dreamed for us—gone. Nothing, and I mean nothing, could have prepared me for such a loss.” Lucien hung his head in shame. I could have saved her, but I didn’t. “I still remember how it felt, to finally accept her death. The pain of a goodbye when I incinerated her lifeless body, knowing I would never gaze upon her face or see that smile again.”
“I live every day knowing that it was my fault that Jesminda died. Fae should not be judged by their powers or appearances. Fae should be able to live their lives freely, to love each other without fear.”
“I do not share my story for sympathies. My story is only a drop in the bucket compared to all the lives lost and all the pain caused by prejudice. The least that I—and that we—can do is whole-heartedly support High Lord Tarquin’s efforts. I hope that many of you in the audience will join him for this long overdue change. Thank you.”
Many of the Lesser Fae delegates regarded Lucien with mixed looks of pity, respect, and horror. “Hear, hear,” many of them murmured, raising their water glasses in agreement. “He speaks the truth.” Even several Summer Court nobles and stoic High Fae guards lining the room looked shocked.
But Elain…Elain was looking at him like he’d shattered her heart into a million pieces. The pain in her eyes squeezed Lucien’s heart like a vise. It dreaded Lucien to know he had done the best thing he could to curry favor for Tarquin, he hadn’t done the right thing when it came to his mate.
***Elain***
Elain knew she had turned white as a sheet when Lucien spoke of Jesminda’s death. Sure, Lucien must have slept with many females before. But Elain didn’t expect him to have a full-on lover, until now. And she certainly didn’t expect for Jesminda to have been brutally slaughtered by Lucien’s own father.
She grieved for Jesminda, a female she had never met before. She grieved for Lucien, for how helpless he must have felt. But she also ached with jealousy, knowing that what Lucien shared with Jesminda was more passionate and loving than her engagement with Graysen ever was. Lucien has no room for any other females in his heart, and he certainly isn’t going to make space for the likes of me. I can’t bear to look at him or I might start crying. The thought of losing her composure as a Night Court representative was horrifying, so Elain kept her head down for the rest of the afternoon, trying to stifle her emotions by taking notes on the rest of the discussions.
She’d braved dinner mostly because Nikon, Melanie, and Emerie were returning to the Night Court later that evening. Elain didn’t want to see Lucien at all, but she also didn’t feel like explaining her reasons for avoiding dinner to the others. So she deliberately chose a seat that wasn’t facing her mate, ate too much, and perhaps laughed a bit too forcefully at Melanie and Balthazar’s jokes.
“Are you alright?” Emerie asked Elain cautiously when they returned to their suite. Elain knew from the concern in Emerie’s dark brown eyes that the Valkyrie warrior was referring to Lucien’s story about Jesminda.
“Yes, I’m alright. I think I’ll take a walk by myself in the Summer Palace’s gardens tonight!” Elain replied brightly.
Emerie only gave her a wan smile, as if she saw right through Elain’s cheerful pretense. “Well. Take care of yourself this week. We’ll be back for next weekend’s discussions before you know it.”
Elain found the gardens without a hitch. Her sharp Fae senses could expertly sniff out flowers from afar, as if she were a hound. The Summer Palace’s gardens were situated on a lower terrace, just a few flights of stairs above Tarquin’s private beach. Waves crashed against the rocks, and the full moon illuminated blooming petals and lush green leaves. Elain knew that the gardens would have been prettier if viewed during the day, but this secluded corner would do for now.
She could’ve moped in the privacy of her room, but Elain always found comfort in flowers. Though some flowers were delicate, many were strangely resilient, appearing like dead sticks and barren ground in the winter, only to blossom again come spring.
Elain wished she could be resilient, but she only felt beaten down by the last few days. She settled on a bench behind a particularly large hedge, bringing her knees to her chin in an unladylike manner. The lilac dress she wore was long enough to cover her legs but light enough for the Summer Court’s balmy winter night.
The thoughts came barreling through once Elain was truly alone.
I said good morning to him, twice. He gave me silent encouragement in return, yesterday. It wasn’t much, but it was SOMETHING. All the progress I thought I’d made with Lucien was pitifully dashed away this afternoon.
Elain’s eyes burned with tears when she recalled how Lucien had fondly spoken of Jesminda. How can I, an unwanted stranger, ever compare to the love of his life? All these years, I questioned why he was so distant, so unwilling to act on the mating bond. Now I know why. He wanted Jesminda to be his mate, not me. It felt like her heart was breaking all over again, like when Lucien said he couldn’t stand to be around her for more than two minutes.
Hot tears rolled down Elain’s cheeks as she bit back a sob. She’d arrived in Adriata with high hopes, but this weekend had been abysmal. She cried for her inability to contribute to the discussions. For her lack of knowledge about what it took to run a court. How she looked like such an amateur with her stupid little notepad, full of stupid little notes.
Perhaps this is why the Inner Circle declined to give me any assignments. All I can do is bake and plant gardens, Elain wallowed miserably. What use am I to the Night Court? To Lucien, as a mate? He must be ashamed of being mated to an incompetent delegate like me.
Thinking about Lucien again brought a fresh wave of sobs. He couldn’t even LOOK at me while he was talking about Jesminda. He wanted to marry Jesminda. Give up everything for her. He told everybody that, when everybody knows he can’t even TALK to me. Gods…this is so humiliating.
A faint tugging sensation from her rib interrupted Elain’s crying. The bond. And Lucien, standing a few feet away with a look of anguish etched on his face. It was the first time he’d tugged on their bond since the war, and the golden thread within Elain perked up at the small interaction.
“Oh. It’s y-you.” His beautiful face briefly cut through her grief. But the knowledge that he’d seen her inadequacy, that he’d always compare her to Jesminda was a fresh pain lancing through Elain’s chest. More tears rolled down her cheeks.
There was a faint crunching of gravel as Lucien stepped closer. He wordlessly offered her a handkerchief. She took it, wiping her eyes and blowing her nose with a loud honking sound. I don’t care anymore. He doesn’t want me anyways, so I can be as uncouth as I want.
“Are you alright?” Lucien asked.
Elain sniffled. “Does it look like it?” she replied, wincing at how it came out more sharply than she liked. “Sorry,” she muttered, blowing her nose again. Now that her nose was free of teary snot, she could smell the sweet apple and sun-kissed scent that taunted her instincts. It’s always like this, she thought miserably. I’m always pining for males who don’t want me.
“It’s because of me, isn’t it. I shouldn’t have told my story like that. I humiliated you in front of everybody.” Lucien’s voice was so remorseful that Elain felt her chest ache.
“No…it was a necessary story,” Elain found herself saying. “I just. I just figured it all out. That’s all.”
“I’m afraid I don’t understand, my lady.”
“Why you can’t stand to be in the same room as me for more than two minutes.” Lucien visibly blanched, and Elain let out a harsh laugh. “I heard you, you know. When you said that to Feyre.” Her voice cracked, threatening tears again. “You don’t want me as your mate. You wanted Jesminda.” She hastily wiped her eyes again.
“I did believe Jesminda was my mate,” Lucien replied slowly, as if the cogs in his brain were working to formulate his answer as he spoke. “I will not deny that I loved Jesminda dearly, my lady. But I am not in love with a dead female. I’ve moved on. I’ve had countless other lovers after I lost Jesminda.” He winced. Not the right thing to say, clearly.
Hot jealousy flashed through Elain. “You don’t want me as your mate,” she repeated.
Lucien blinked in confusion. “Where…where did you get that idea?”
“What you said to Feyre during Solstice! You didn’t come to Velaris after the war!” Elain cried, her sadness burning into frustration.
“I was helping Tarquin rebuild Summer because I wanted to give you space!” Lucien’s voice was exasperated, but he did not raise the volume of his words.
“I waited for you! Day and night!” Elain’s voice cracked. “You didn’t show up.”
“Oh? And when I finally did, you didn’t want anything to do with me!” Lucien crossed his arms.
Elain flushed. “That’s because…that’s because I don’t know how I feel about the mating bond.”
“Yes, you certainly made that clear when you flirted with a specific shadowsinger,” Lucien gritted out, jealousy edging his words.
“You didn’t even care about it when you found out.” Elain had no idea why she was so inclined to keep the conversation going with Lucien. Perhaps she was at ease being among the flowers, or she didn’t give a damn about what he thought about her anymore. Or perhaps a tiny vestibule of hope and willingness to try still existed within her.
Lucien snorted. “And have Rhysand turn me into a bloody mist for threatening his brother? No thank you. But that is besides the point. Why would I fight for a female that doesn’t even want me?”
Elain was stunned into silence. Lucien’s question hung in the air like a deadly sword. The underlying question was: do you want me? Even in the heat of their verbal spat, Elain itched to be closer to him. To breathe his scent in, to run her hands through his silky red hair. I do want him, she realized. But will I ever be enough for him, even if I took Jesminda out of the equation?
She hung her head. “I’m sorry,” she could only say. “I’m sorry for the Azriel situation. I know it…humiliated you as well.”
Lucien’s expressions softened. “I’m sorry if I made you feel like you were Jesminda’s replacement. You’re—” A pause, as he decided against what he had planned to say. “I fucked up during Solstice. I didn’t mean…I mean…it was agonizing for me because I was experiencing certain emotions. Even though I knew you were uncomfortable around me…I couldn’t stop. I was disgusted with myself.”
What sort of emotions was he experiencing around me? Elain was dying to know. “I still don’t know how I feel…about the mating bond.” She trembled, afraid of how Lucien would respond.
Lucien was silent for a moment. “I don’t know either,” he admitted quietly, his face a little sad. “But…that doesn’t mean I feel nothing. If that’s what you were wondering. I just…I don’t know how I should act on…the things I feel.”
Elain was surprised. I thought he was unfeeling, but…it turns out that he’s been struggling all this time? Gods, I’m horrible for thinking the worst of him. I feel so stupid right now. “Me too. But what does this mean, for us?”
Lucien shrugged. “I think we misunderstood each other all these years, my lady. If both of us are unsure, we should wait,” he suggested cautiously.
Elain peered up at him in the moonlight, feeling ten times lighter. “Then…we wait.”
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Random BSD headcanon: The Floor Is Lava
A tradition started in the Port Mafia when Dazai and Chuuya first met: randomly screaming “the floor is lava”
the entire mafia is in on the game and the only rule is no using abilities to stay off the ground (such as Chuuya floating or Mori being carried by Elise) but you can use abilities to knock people around
Even Mori will leap onto a table instinctively when it’s called because refusing to participate is essentially consenting to being relentlessly pranked by skk
It’s also a test they do with new potential alliances and the like, a vibe check to see if you’re gonna be cool or if you have a stick up your ass. Luckily most people have heard of it by now…in Japan.
Fitzgerald and the guild did not know about it, though most of them had the instinct to jump for the nearest furniture and a few were sitting down anyway so they just lifted their feet. Poor Francis gets teased to this day about dying in the lava in his first meeting with the mafia 😔
It doesn’t just apply in the building either, or even to the mafia anymore. It’s the entire city more or less.
in one notable squabble between the agency and the Black Lizard, Tachihara was pissing off Gin who decided to call TFIL in revenge as he was nowhere near anything to climb on and would be instantly eliminated, and Kunikida will never let anyone forget how that day he defeated Hirotsu in a 1v1 while hanging one handed from the underside of a fire escape
And by defeated in a 1v1 I very much do mean he tased that old man before kicking him off a dumpster in order to not lose a children’s game
Akutagawa never really liked the game until he met Atsushi, but now the two of them get crazy competitive over it
One time Katai was present for a round and he just collapsed onto the floor and began dramatically screaming “OH GOD IT BURNS! IT BURNS! I SEE THE LIGHT!” Before pretending to die and making everyone laugh so hard they forgot what was even going on before
Dazai in response built a little figurine out of tin foil, glued it to a small box, wrote “best actor” on it in glitter gel pen, presented it to Katai. Katai keeps it on his counter and has added “Oscar winning actor” to his email signature
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A Clockmaker Sets the Time on a Cuckoo Clock Made By Rombach and Haas. Germany was the first country to implement daylight saving time, a gambit to maximize resources during sunlit hours during World War I. Photograph By Philipp Von Ditfurth, Picture Alliance/Getty Images
Why Daylight Saving Time Exists—At Least For Now
The time shift began as a way to maximize sunlight in the Northern Hemisphere. But it has long been extremely controversial.
— By Maya Wei-Haas and Amy McKeever | March 05, 2024
Spring marks many changes: warmer weather, longer days, blooming flowers—and, for many people around the world, the beginning of daylight saving time.
The idea behind the clock shift, often incorrectly called daylight saving time (DST), is to maximize sunlight in the Northern Hemisphere. But people have long argued over the benefits of the time shift. Some point to studies showing that it can harm your health, while others argue that the extra hours of daylight allow people to get outdoors in the evening.
At least in the United States, there's no end in sight for DST. In 2022, a bill to make daylight saving time permanent passed the Senate unanimously—but then stalled and expired in the House of Representatives. In 2023, a new version of the bill did not even pass the Senate Committee.
But what exactly is daylight saving time, and when does it begin this year? Here’s a look at the history of the time shift and why it’s so controversial today.
When Is Daylight Saving Time This Year?
In 2024, daylight saving time begins on March 10 and ends on November 3.
Clocks change at 2:00 a.m. local time on the second Sunday in March, when clocks spring forward an hour—typically causing observers to lose an hour of sleep. Daylight saving time ends at 2:00 a.m. local time on the first Sunday in November, when clocks fall back by an hour and observers gain an hour of sleep.
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DAYLIGHT SAVING TIME 101 About 70 Countries Around the World Practice Daylight Saving Time. Find out who came up with the concept of Daylight Saving Time, where the time change was first enacted nationwide, and how some countries are attempting to eliminate it.
What's Behind The Changes In Sunlight?
Seasonal shifts in the length of a day come from Earth's off-kilter rotation. Our planet turns on its axis at a relatively constant 23.4-degree angle relative to its path around the sun. This means that while the Equator usually enjoys roughly 12 hours of both day and night year round, the same isn't true the further north or south you go.
Summertime marks the Northern Hemisphere's time to shine. It leans toward the sun, causing longer and warmer days. Meanwhile, the Southern Hemisphere is plunged into the short days of winter as it tilts away from the sun. Six months later, the situation reverses, and winter grips the North while light bathes the South.
When coal powered lights, daylight saving time was implemented as a way to add an hour of sunlight to the end of the workday by springing forward and falling back—adding or removing an hour to align with daylight. Because of this, a given region's participation depends, in part, on how far the location is from the Equator. Countries that are farther away have a more pronounced difference in day length between summer and winter and are more likely to participate in the time shift.
Why Was Daylight Saving Time Created?
Many credit Benjamin Franklin for daylight saving time thanks to a possibly satirical letter he penned for the Journal de Paris in 1784. In the letter, he expressed astonishment to see the sun rise at the early hour of six in the morning, long before most Parisians ever saw the light of day.
If they were to rise with the sun, Franklin wrote, the city could save an “immense sum” from the candles burned in the dark evening hours. He never suggested a shift in clocks, however, instead offering other amusing solutions to the problem that included cannons firing in the street to rouse people from sleep, taxes for shuttered windows, and candle sales restrictions.
Others credit the idea to George Hudson, an entomologist from New Zealand, who in 1895 suggested a two-hour shift to allow for more post-work bug hunting. Soon after, a British activist named William Willett proposed a similar idea to prevent wasting daylight, bringing the concept to England's Parliament in the early 1900s.
It wasn't until resources became scarce during World War I that Germany decided to go ahead with just such a plan, implementing the first daylight saving time in 1916 to maximize resource use during sunlit hours. The United States soon followed suit, with the country's first seasonal time shift taking place in 1918.
Who Observes Daylight Saving Time?
Not everyone is in on the clock-changing frenzy. In the U.S., 19 states have passed legislation or resolutions to adopt permanent daylight saving time—but these laws would only go into effect if the U.S. Congress passes its Sunshine Protection Act.
Meanwhile, a handful of states and territories already opt out of daylight saving time entirely: Hawaii, most of Arizona (excluding the Navajo Nation), and the territories of Guam, Puerto Rico, American Samoa, the U.S. Virgin Islands, and the Northern Mariana Islands.
Globally, the popularity of changing clocks varies as well. Most of North America, Europe, New Zealand, and a few regions of the Middle East are in on the annual shift, though each have different start and stop dates. But the majority of Africa and Asia do not change their clocks. South America and Australia are split on the matter.
Europe's participation, however, soon may change. In 2019, the European Union voted to end the mandatory time shift, which previously spanned March and October. But that plan seems to be on hold for now: Negotiations have stalled as the bloc deals with fallout from both Brexit and the COVID-19 pandemic.
Are There Benefits To Daylight Saving Time?
For many, the change seems meddlesome, resulting in missed meetings and sleepy citizens. There may be even more severe effects. Some studies identified an increase in heart attacks that coincides with springing forward and a slight decrease when falling back. Other studies suggest the time change could be linked to an increase of fatal car accidents, though the effect is small relative to the total number of crashes each year. Still other concerns include impacts to the immune system due to the inevitable sleep loss.
What's more, many studies have questioned whether there have ever been energy savings at all. A 2008 study from the U.S. Department of Energy suggested that in the United States, an extra four weeks of daylight saving time saved about 0.5 percent in total electricity a day. But others conclude the situation is largely a wash: The later sunlight hours do often reduce electricity use during this time, but they also spur more intense use of air conditioning in the evening or greater energy demands to light up the dark mornings.
Even so, those impacts may be location specific. One study found that daylight saving time caused an increase in energy demand and pollution emissions in Indiana, while another found it led to slight reductions in energy use in Norway and Sweden.
These days, arguments in favor of daylight saving time generally center on the boost the time shift gives to evening activities. People tend to go outside when it's light after work—playing sports, going for walks, taking kids to the playground—rather than sitting on the couch. Many outdoor industries, including golf and barbecue, have even promoted daylight saving time, which they say boosts profits. The petroleum industry is also a fan, as people drive more if it is still light after work or school.
But in many places, the time shift is very unpopular. Europe's pending move away from the annual change stemmed from a survey that revealed roughly 80 percent of some 4.6 million respondents were against daylight saving time.
For now, however, if you live in a region that shifts the clocks twice a year, be wary of its effects.
— Editor's Note: This Story Was Originally Published in February 2019. It Has Been Updated.
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cherish meet
“add it to the long list”
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why was this beginning to become so difficult? maybe noel was regretting, just slightly, just a little bit. it wasn’t just the judges who had asked him if he was serious about this, it was the other participants too, it was his friends, it was himself. he understood now, there was definitely a difference between him and many of the other participants here. noel had been dancing for three months max prior to joining the show, and he knew he wasn’t good, that he wasn’t the best, but he came here in hope to learn, to grow a new experience. but when he had been himself, when he had been carefree everyone around him seemed so mad. he put so much effort into the finesse performance, but it felt a bit like it was for others, not for himself. the smile on his lips had disappeared, he was staying late, coming in early, he was surviving off barely any sleep. everyone around him had been so serious, it made him feel like he needed to be like that too. his last place hadn’t bothered him, it had bothered others more, because now they were stuck with someone placing so low. and he managed to pass the first round of eliminations, but it wasn’t much joy he got from that, he was just ready to take on the next performance, to learn a new dance, a new song. his sister was a big fan of survival shows, when this all aired she’d probably watch the show without noel even having the need to ask her, and she’d go crazy seeing him on the screen, scold him for doing so bad and then brag to all her friends he was on the show.
he wanted something new, something to lighten his mood. because it was just the same over and over again, asking coaches for help, asking his members for help, learning how to practice by himself, staying late, coming early, trying his best to prove to everyone he was serious, that’s what they wanted, for him to be serious. he sits in the corner of the room, sweat on his forehead as he takes a big sip of water, having gone through the choreography for what seems like the millionth time. he stands up, ready to go through it all again when the door opens, and he hears the reactions of the others, hence turning his head too to see who it is. had they come a few days prior he wouldn’t have recognized those faces, but the past days he’s been analyzing their moves and voices, looking through their dance practice, their fancams, so he knows them. he puts on a big smile on his lips before bowing down deep in a greeting to them. he comes closer to them, ready for whatever advice they’ll give all of team lime entertainment. lately he’s been asking every participant on the show and the coaches for advice, he’s not sure what other advice he can get, but these are debuted idols so he’ll listen closely. he quickly moves to his backpack and grabs a small book and a pen. a book filled with the advice from others with their names included, a book filled with tips he’s found himself, a book which will soon have advice given from actual idols, successful ones too. he continues smiling every time they talk, he listens when other asks questions, and he writes it all down.
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Go Jeong-woo of 'Orthodontics', practicing storm with a ballpoint pen..
Despite the unfavorable situation of orthodontic treatment, Go Jeong-woo was honored with an additional pass after intense practice.
In the TV Chosun entertainment program ‘Mr. Trot 2-The Beginning of a New Legend (hereinafter referred to as ‘Mr. Trot 2’)’, which aired on the 12th, a team mission contest was held.
The first team to perform a team mission on this day was the 'Niyagara' group, consisting of Go Jeong-woo, Wang Jun, and Seung-guk. From the beginning, they shouted, "You have to be orthodox to become a semi," and wanted to compete with the 'authentic trot', and selected Seol Undo's 'Because I'm Depressed'. However, an unexpected problem was pointed out. Go Jung-woo, who is undergoing orthodontic treatment, could not pronounce his siot properly. All in all, there were exceptionally many lyrics that included poems in the lyrics of 'Because my heart was blue'.
After being inspected at the mid-term inspection, Wang Jun and Seung-guk sent support to Go Jung-woo, saying, "Still, Jung-woo should sing the chorus, the hyungs believe in you." Ko Jung-woo said, "I have to practice to spray ballpoint pens" and made up his mind. He said, "I'm coming out of here and there," he grumbled while holding a ballpoint pen and constantly correcting his pronunciation. As a result, I was able to pronounce the pronunciation of Siot smoothly on stage.
Jang Yoon-jeong, who pointed out Ko Jeong-woo's pronunciation in the previous contest, praised Ko Jeong-woo, saying, "He has grown tremendously." Go Jeong-woo received praise from the judges by saying, "I studied the pronunciation of Siot tremendously after listening to Master Yoon-jung at that time." As a result, although the entire team was eliminated after winning $12, Ko Jung-woo was given a chance to advance to the next round as an additional passer.
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Assignment 1: Stripping Down!
My Abstraction Process
My Vision for the Assignment
My reason behind choosing a bus for this abstraction piece is that while a bus has many small details such as the lights, windows and even design on the side, its distinctive appearance comprises only a few simple shapes. Thus, I wanted to see to what extent these details could be removed, while still making it recognisable as a bus.
Stage 1
In the first stage, I used the Quick Selection Tool in Adobe Photoshop to remove the background of the bus. I then exported the picture and opened in Adobe Illustrator, where I did an Image Trace of the bus. This rendered a black and white drawing of the bus.
During this stage, I aimed to remove the biggest distractions in the picture, which I identified as the background and the multitude of colors present. Thus, I eliminated the background and reduced it to a black and white image. I chose the fill to be black and white as they are very neutral colors, and also provide a strong contrast, allowing us to focus on the features of the bus.
All the following stages were edited on Adobe Illustrator.
Stage 2
In the second stage, I used the Shape Tool, Direct Selection Tool and Pen Tool to manually trace a drawing of the bus from the previous image. This helped to create a cleaner vector image— as the previous drawing was an automatically-generated trace, some parts were not as smooth. While making the outline, I also left out some small details such as the lights along the side of the bus, further simplifying it.
Stage 3
In the third stage, I decided to inverse the drawing to form an outline. This involved changing the fill and stroke colors. Additionally, I also redrew certain parts using the Pen Tool such that they were represented by simpler strokes.
Through these changes, I have created a neat outline of the bus that still includes distinctive features such as the door, windows, design and tyres.
Stage 4
In the fourth stage, I further simplified the outline by changing all the lines within the bus to straight lines. I also removed some details such as the design at the side of the bus and the inner rings of the tyres. This was done using the Pen Tool and Direct Selection Tool.
Stage 5
In the final stage, I took into consideration my intentions to create a logo as my final product, and decided to invert the color, using black as the main fill. This eliminated the need for an outline as well, since the contrast between the two colours helped define the different elements clearly.
Final Product Before Critique
Feedback & changes
Listed below are the feedback given by classmates during the critique session, as well as my responses and relevant changes.
The change in color in the last panel seems a bit abrupt. Perhaps the black color could have been incorporated earlier on as well?
The change in color was to provide a simpler and cleaner version of the previous iterations. Since I intend to use it as an icon, it is likely to be reduced in size, and needs to be sharp, ideally with as few lines as possible. Thus, I do not think the color needs to be added in earlier as it is a simple one-time process that I had saved for the last stage of abstraction.
The edges of the bus seem a bit too rounded, especially in the last two panels.
Since most public buses tend to have sharper edges, I thought the rounded edges of this private bus was a unique feature that I wanted to retain in my design. While I do not aim for people to identify it as a private bus specifically, I thought it was an interesting element that I wanted to retain. However, the last two panels were admittedly a bit too rounded, so I have followed the feedback of my classmates to go with the shape used in the fourth panel.
The 5th panel was edited to follow the shape of the bus in the 4th panel.
The bus door in the final abstraction can be moved up such that it aligns with the windows.
I asked a few family and friends around me and majority of them agreed the shorter door panel looked more natural, so I revised it for the final iteration.
Final Product
Reflection
For this project, I focused mainly on simplifying the drawing through the use of lines. As seen from the process, the initial lines used for the drawing were very life-like, and thus slightly messy. I then converted these lines into cleaner outlines by removing details and representing the shapes in simpler ways. Ultimately, no individual lines were used in the final frame, which only consists of five different shapes, each with either a black or white fill. This process has also shown me that something as complex as a bus can be reduced to a few blocks of color, and still be recognizable to the masses. The key is being able to identify its distinguishable features— in this case, the shape of the bus, along with its wheels.
The products of such abstraction are present in our everyday lives as well, which only accentuates the importance of this process.
A bus lane sign with a logo of a bus (retrieved from AutoApp)
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The Better Kisser
BAU x Bi!Fem!Reader
Emily x Bi!Fem!Reader
Masterlist
Summary: After finding out that you haven’t had very many kissing experiences, the team realizes you’re the perfect candidate to judge who the best kisser on the team is.
Category: Fluff
Warnings: As you may have guessed, lots of kissing.
Word Count: 3.8k
A/N: Just a little something that popped into my head that I just needed to write. This is technically an AU where the members of the team are Hotch, Rossi, Spencer, Penelope, Derek, Emily, JJ, Luke, and Tara. Everyone is single.
It was true. You hadn’t kissed very many people. You decided long ago that it wasn’t really in the cards for you, dating and kissing and relationships, that is, so yeah. You weren’t what one would call an ‘experienced kisser.’ Your friends had teased you for it, but you’d always shrugged it off. It wasn’t something to be ashamed of.
You’d never thought it’d be something to be grateful for either, until tonight.
It’d been a long, hard case, and everyone was dying to get out of the stupid office, and away from those stupid files, so that you could all finally relax, maybe even have some fun. You’d only been with the team for about three months, and it was like an entire whirlwind throwing you this way and that. You also hadn’t gotten to know the team too well either, considering how busy you all constantly were. Your first week on the job, they went out for drinks after a case, but you were so exhausted that you left after the first round.
There hadn’t been time, or energy, since then for the team to spend quality, relaxed time together. That’s why tonight was extra exciting.
“You’re telling me that throughout all of highschool, all of college, you haven’t kissed more than two people?” Derek asked incredulously. You couldn’t fully remember how you’d all gotten onto the subject, except that you had. You were sitting on Garcia’s squishy couch, littered with colorful pillows and all sorts of stuffed animals. Garcia had decided that instead of going out to a bar, you were all going to go over to her place, minus Hotch and Rossi who tapped out early.
You shrugged. “Nope. I had one boyfriend and one drunk kiss, both of which were bad experiences for me. I’ve kind of avoided all of that since then.” You explained, “Plus, when would I have time for that? Between my college studies and getting into the FBI, then BAU, I didn’t really have free time.”
“I mean, sure, I guess,” Derek continued, “but come one. There had to be guys falling at your feet!”
You laughed. “Not all of us have that kind of draw, Derek.” He nudged you, and you nudged him back with a wink.
He was right, though. You were stunning. Even when you just put your hair up and wore sweatpants, there was just something about you. You would probably look good in a trash bag. But men were not just falling at your feet. Even if they were, you wouldn’t notice, putting all of your energy into chasing your dreams instead. You thought that was a very reasonable, and responsible, thing of you to do.
Plus, you’d done the whole boyfriend thing, and weren’t really interested in trying it again. Well, not as interested as you were in trying the whole girlfriend thing. And your first day on the job, a certain badass brunette caught your eye, and was even the first one to make you really feel like part of the team. You were finding it harder and harder to resist her pull.
“Yeah Derek,” JJ chimed in, drawing your attention back to the conversation, “Not all of us can rack up eight phone numbers and five make out sessions in one night.”
“What can I say?” Derek beamed, pride shining in his eyes. “I’m a great kisser.” Emily snorted. When Derek glared at her, she pressed her lips together and looked down. “What?”
“Nothing,” Emily sang, shaking her head with an air of mischief.
“No seriously, what?”
“It’s just that if you read girls half as well as you claim to, you might wonder if that’s always the case.” Derek’s jaw hung open, and Emily smirked at him with unabashed confidence. You stared at her and her piercing eyes, and you couldn’t help but admire how sexy she was when she was confident, smug even.
“Wow, you’re gonna go there?” Derek asked, feigning hurt disbelief, “And how would you know that?”
Again, Emily shrugged and nonchalantly stated, “Because I know how women act when they kiss me. And trust me. They’re actually enjoying themselves.”
Some ‘ooh’s radiated throughout the room, and based on the look Penelope had plastered to her face, things were about to get good.
You watched in amusement as Derek sat up a little straighter, “Is that a challenge?”
“If you want it to be.” Emily’s brows shot up.
“Alright, you’re on,” Derek nodded, determination radiating off of him.
“Well, I don’t know how strong either of your games are,” Luke spoke up, glancing quickly over at Spencer who was just observing the whole encounter, “but I think I could take on both of you.”
“No you could not,” Tara sneered from beside him.
“And you could?” Luke challenged.
Setting her glass down, Tara replied, “Yes.”
You giggled at the thought of the four of them having a kiss-off, just imagining how utterly chaotic that would be due to all of their extraordinarily competitive natures.
“Oh my god, this is going to be so fun!” Penelope squealed. “Now we just have to figure out who’s going to judge!”
“We can’t really use one of us because some people might be biased or recognize the kisser,” Emily casually stated. It took a moment for you to realize what she’d just admitted to. Who on the team has kissed before? But before you could really start thinking about it, you noticed that everyone’s gaze had slowly turned to you.
“What is happening right now?” you questioned, looked between them.
The five of them exchanged excited, knowing looks before training their attention back on you. Then you got it. “Are you serious?”
“You’re the only one who hasn’t kissed one of us!” Derek explained, as if it were obvious.
“You mean…” you trailed off, but again couldn’t complete the thought before someone interrupted.
“Come on, it’ll be fun!” Penelope promised. “And you seem like you’d be a very neutral judge.”
“Not to mention,” Tara added, “You’re a pretty blank slate since you haven’t really kissed anyone.”
“Don’t worry though, we’ll show you a good time,” Derek assured with a wink.
Heads nodded. You were a bit worried that there would be some hurt feelings by the end of this, but they were all adults, and the appeal to kiss all of them, along with their eager faces, became enough to convince you to say yes.
“Yes!” Derek exclaimed. He looked pointedly at Emily, “It is so on.”
She just rolled her eyes. “Pen, do you have a blindfold?”
“A what?” you asked.
“Well we can’t have you getting biased on us. This has to be strictly about kissing.” Hearing her explain it with such reason hampered your growing nerves a bit. Like you’d said, you hadn’t kissed very many people and you were worried how much better they were going to be at it than you.
You reminded yourself that this was more about them than you, and tried to use that to calm yourself down. You were about to be kissed by some of the most attractive people you’d met. This was definitely not a bad place to be.
While Penelope rummaged through her belongings to get a makeshift blindfold, Luke convinced Spencer to join and JJ decided to participate.
Pretty soon, they had you seated in a chair, another one across from you, waiting for whoever was going to go first, while Emily explained some ground rules. “We are going to go in rounds. We will each kiss her and then after every round, Y/N will eliminate one of us based on the number in the round we kissed her so she doesn’t know who it is. No touching. You can’t use your hands in any way, this has to purely be about the kiss. And kiss however you normally would, no matter what that means for you.”
“No hands?” Spencer questioned. You were still surprised that he’d agreed to join, let alone ask a question like that. Luke gave him an odd look from behind while Emily confirmed the rule.
“Your hands might give away who you are, and again, this is just about the kiss.”
“Alright, alright, let’s just get started,” Derek complained, as Penelope tied the blindfold behind your head.
Now that you couldn’t see, you relied on your hearing to figure out what was happening. You heard some shuffling and disgruntled whispering, then you heard the chair across from you slide across the floor toward you. You waited anxiously as the person leaned in and pressed their lips to yours.
Their lips were plush and soft, but the kiss seemed a little too forced. It was a bit excited and you could feel their smile as they started pulling away. It was a pretty good kiss, definitely better than your previous two, despite the fact that it only lasted a few seconds. You couldn’t help but try and guess who it was, thinking it was either Penelope or Tara.
The next person who sat down completely blew the person before them out of the water. It was a much longer kiss and the person even swiped their tongue across your bottom lip for entry. You weren’t really thinking as you gave them access, the heat in your body starting to rise. You just hoped that your face wasn’t giving any of that heat away, so you were almost grateful that the person pulled away.
There was a bout of silence, which made you feel a little awkward, but soon enough, you heard the cushion squish down across from you. Their knee knocked yours, as you assumed they crossed their legs. Being a profiler, you were very used to picking up on body language with your eyes, making it kind of fun to try and pick up those same behavioral cues with all of your other senses. This person, you could tell, was very hesitant. You couldn’t say you were surprised when the person really only pecked you on the lips.
Number four in the line up started out pretty good, but you felt them start shaking or something halfway through. You quickly realized that they were laughing and you pulled back. You couldn’t help but smile when you asked, “Why are you laughing?”
Up until then, they had laughed pretty silently, but once you called them out, they just full out chuckled. “I’m sorry!” Tara unapologetically said through more laughs. “I couldn’t help it. I blame Luke.”
You laughed with her as you playfully shook your head. “You were doing so well up until then!”
“I know!” she agreed.
“I guess this means you’re out?” you half questioned.
Tara gave an over dramatic sigh, but you could hear the smile in her voice as she stated, “I guess so.” As she walked away, Luke gave a small ‘ow,’ and you assumed she’d hit him. You wondered what about this was Luke’s fault? Had he said something to her?
Either way, someone took her spot across from you. They wasted no time leaning in and putting their lips on yours. The kiss started out slow and gentle, like they were easing you into it. But gradually, as you both became more used to the other, it picked up pace, your mouths starting to move in sync. It felt like all of their energy was focused on you and exploring your mouth with their tongue. It was by far the most passionate kiss you’d experienced, and you tried to hide the pout from your face as they pulled back, chasing their lips for only a second before remembering there was an audience, and a competition.
Person number six was … good. You couldn’t really describe it. They used, what now seemed to you to be, a medium amount of tongue, for a medium amount of time. It was a good kiss, you weren’t saying it wasn’t, it just didn’t have any quirk or something unique that stood out. It was just … good. You knew Tara was out, so you tried to guess who that person could be. You thought maybe JJ, or possibly Luke, but you couldn’t be sure.
The final person who kissed you was intense. They had plump, captivating lips, but the way they kissed verged on overwhelming. They were also a little sloppy in their movements, and it was like you could tell they weren’t fully invested. Distracted, maybe? Again, not bad, but nothing like some of the other kissers.
The air was hot and heavy as Emily spoke up. “Okay, we’ve all gone. You know Tara is out, she was number four, so who else from this round would you eliminate?”
You pretended to think about it, even though it actually wasn’t that hard to pick. “I think it was person number three.” The person who just sort of pecked me, you thought, but didn’t say.
The players were now down to five, and they went in the same order as they had before, minus person number three, who you guessed was Spencer, and Tara.
This round made you even more confused about who was who than the round before. The excited one you guessed was either Luke or Penelope, the intimate one you thought was Derek, the passionate one you thought was either Luke or Emily, the average one you thought was JJ, and the sloppy, intense one you had no idea about.
By the end of that round, you eliminated person number one, the overly excited, verging on too hard kisser.
The next round was a no brainer. The intimate kisser, Derek you thought, upped his game. He kissed you for longer, used a bit more tongue, but was still somehow gentle. If you thought he’d upped his game, you weren’t prepared for person number two. They also upped their game, keeping your mouths molded together for longer than before, something you were more than happy about. You couldn’t quite place exactly what it was about their kiss, maybe that it seemed so perfectly balanced, incorporated the perfect amount of everything, or something else, but they were absolutely magnetic. It sent electric waves through your body, making you feel a little tingly. You felt sort of bad for the average kisser, most likely JJ, because they had to follow that up. And finally the sloppy kisser, who you still couldn’t place. They didn’t up their game at all. If anything, they felt more distracted by the minute, and pulled away earlier than the rest.
“Person number four,” you stated when Tara asked who was getting eliminated.
It was now down to three; the intimate kisser, you predicted Derek, the passionate kisser, either Luke or Emily, and the average kisser, probably JJ.
There was some shuffling, a faint whispering, a small ‘ow,’ and then Tara spoke up again. “Now that there are only three left, as long as you are okay with it, they want to use their hands.”
You tried to downplay the excitement you were feeling with this new rule, but you were sure their trained ears could hear it in the way you said, “Yes, that’s good with me.”
The seat across from you suddenly became occupied, but before anything could happen, Tara quickly jumped in. “Wait. Y/N, you can’t use your hands.” When you pouted a little, she explained, “Well if you did, you’d definitely know who is who, so…”
You sighed, but agreed, waiting in anticipation for the person across from you to touch you.
It started soft, their long fingers brushing over your cheeks as they leaned in. Soon enough, though, the entirety of their hands were firmly cupping your face and pulling you ridiculously close, close enough to feel some of their body heat. It was intimate, and again made you feel like the most important person to whoever those lips and hands belonged to. You rubbed your thumb into your palm, wanting nothing more than to reach out and touch them, but you knew you couldn’t. Your sole focus was on them, them on you, and you had to say it was one of the best kisses of the night.
That person made you feel like the most important person in the world, but the next person kissed you like you were the only person in the world. They started out by tucking your hair behind your ear, then slowly sliding their fingers back into the loose strands. As they started to kiss you, they moved their other hand behind your head, cradling the back of your neck. The person before them had captured your focus, but this person erased any thoughts your mind was capable of forming. You couldn’t think about anything other than the way their tongue moved against yours, and the shiver they sent down your spine as one of their hands traveled the length of it, coming to rest just above your hip, strong, confident fingers pulling you closer. It was a moment you never wanted to end, and one that left you in a cold shock when it eventually did.
You almost didn’t even want the last person to kiss you because of how you knew it would never come close to what you’d just experienced, but a competition was a competition. The third person kissed you similarly to how they’d done before, good but nothing special, their hands resting comfortably on your hips.
When it was all over, you asked, “Can I take off the blindfold now? I know who the winner is.”
“Sure, but announce who first,” Tara suggested.
“Okay,” you agreed. “The third person got third, the first person got second, and the second person was the winner. Can I take the blindfold off now?” you asked again. You were eager to find out who was who. When you didn’t get an immediate response warning you not to, you stood up and quickly ripped it off to quite the amusing sight. Spencer looked as bright as a cherry, Penelope looked shocked but proud, Tara was smirking, Luke’s eyes were the size of beach balls, JJ looked indifferent, Emily was smirking, and Derek looked like he’d just been shot. “So are you going to tell me who was who?”
Without answering, Emily took two large strides toward you and placed her lips back on yours. One of her hands slid back into your hair while the other rested above your waist, and you smiled into the kiss. Of course it was you, you thought. When she pulled away, you were both smiling like idiots, and she gave you a single eyebrow raise as you both turned to look at Derek.
“I got third?” he asked, still in a state of bewilderment.
“What?” you asked, just as shocked as he was. “I thought you got second.”
Emily snorted. “You thought Spencer was Derek?”
What?! You spun to face Spencer, the person you were sure got out the first round, and he was still blushing like he’d been out in the sun for far too long. “You took second?” He nodded nervously. You beamed at him, causing him to return a shy smile, then look down at his fiddling hands. “You’re a really good kisser,” you complimented.
Derek repeated, “I took third? Emily, I guess I kinda get,” she rolled her eyes at that, “but Pretty Boy?”
You shrugged, and Luke jumped in, though not nearly as harsh as Derek had been. “Yeah, I took fourth, but Spencer got second?”
You offered him a cheeky smile, remembering how distracted he felt while kissing you, and the not-so-subtle glances he constantly made at Spencer all the time. You took the opportunity to encourage whatever was going on there. “He did. Like I said, he’s a good kisser. Very intimate, like I was the only one on his mind. You should try kissing him sometime. Might help you feel less distracted.” You winked and Spencer looked like he wanted to evaporate. Luke, on the other hand, was just staring at Spencer, and you could see the gears spinning in his head. He finally mumbled a ‘what the hell’ before pulling Spencer to him by the back of his neck. Spencer seemed immediately surprised, but recovered quite quickly, no hesitation to his movements after the initial shock. They kissed each other probably exactly how they’d just kissed you, Spencer’s hands cupping Luke’s face, Luke’s hands resting on the back of Spencer’s neck and lower back. Although, you’d have to say that Luke looked a bit more focused than he’d been with you. You laughed while some of the other members hooted. This was something that’d been a long time coming.
When they pulled away, Luke nodded. “Y/N, I definitely agree with you.”
Spencer smiled, and playfully nudged Luke as he said, “Y/N, I also agree with you.”
“Hey!” Luke exclaimed, but he was smiling the brightest he had in a while.
Derek was still a mess, not enjoying the moment as much as he usually would’ve, and asked, “What did I do wrong?”
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” you assured, “You’re a good kisser, but there’s just nothing too special about it. It’s kinda just…”
Emily and Derek looked at you expectantly before Emily got it. “Wait. Are you calling him average?”
She looked way too excited for the occasion, but she was right. He was just kinda average. You nonchalantly admitted, “I guess.”
Derek let his hands fall to his sides with a slap, his mouth still hanging open. Emily’s lips curled up into a sly smile as she placed a hand on Derek’s shoulder. “It’s okay. Not everyone can be as good as me.” He shrugged her hand off his shoulder, and she held out her hand. Derek reached into his back pocket producing his wallet, and grudgingly slapped a crumpled $20 into her open palm. You gawked at them, not realizing that they’d placed a bet on their skills.
Emily returned to your side, closer than she’d really ever stood to you before, and gave you a smile that seemed on the shyer side for her, biting her lip as she peered at you through her lashes. You mirrored her shy smile, pressing your lips together as heat quickly spread to your cheeks. You turned back to the rest of the conversation that demanded your attention, people wanting to know why you eliminated them. But you couldn’t help glancing over at Emily every now and then, and couldn’t hide your joy when you saw that she was gazing back.
Who knows? Maybe that night was going to be the start of two great relationships in the BAU.
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could be just me but I'm scared how this fanbase will react if barring changes for the rest of the season we miss playoffs. Think we are 1 or 2 pts out now with 1/4 of the season left after ASG. I don't think it's fair for our own fans to say we deserve to miss. Do they want us to stay competitive or what? 17 seasons, 3 Cups and one bad patch in more than a decade they all want to blow it up? All I hope is we get a new backup because Casey ain't it
so, the thing is, fans have no impact on the performance of the team. there's no 'fair' or 'unfair' for fan reactions, not really—a team playing poorly and losing games is frustrating and it's not why people watch.
there's more wrong with this team than the backup goalie. that's showing out right now because our starter is hurt (which is its own problem); when jarry is available and playing well, desmith's deficiencies are easy to ignore because he's simply not playing enough to impact the team's standings. it's possibly the MAIN problem right now, considering how injury-prone jarry is at this moment in time, but it is NOT the only problem.
and fans are allowed to be upset about it. there's not a ton of runway left to solidify a playoff position, and if the pens hang onto a wildcard spot, they're either playing carolina or boston, which are two teams we have not won against this season at all. 'staying competitive' is the goal, but is it competitive to barely limp into the postseason and get eliminated with barely a whimper in round one? the last two seasons we were competitive despite the first-round outs; i'm not convinced this season we would be, with the roster as it's currently constructed and the players playing as they currently are.
and if the fault is the roster construction, that's not something that's resolved by riding it out and trying again next year. work needs to be done. players need to be traded out and new ones brought in.
'we deserve to miss'. i don't think that's true, but i mean. you can't have watched tonight's game, the lack of effort or attention to detail in their own zone, and tell me that they deserve to waltz into the playoffs without worry, can you? they're not playing well right now. i'm not saying they can't turn it around and go on a heater and make a deep run, but they're running out of time to fix the issues they have.
so this is a whole lot of words when really all i'm trying to say is: fans are disappointed. fans are pissed. this is not a team that's currently playing like a team that will have success in the postseason, and it's not being a bad fan to point that out and be concerned about it. i most certainly am at this point.
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Dance the Night Away
Baron Zemo x F!Reader
A/N: So I asked for requests and you all shall receive! First time writing for Zemo so I hope you al enjoy. I also just kind of took some liberties with this request so I hope you still like it nonny!
I have a Sam Wilson x F!Reader piece in the works next as well!
Request: Maybe for a Zemo fic - you were someone he danced with at Sharon’s place, and it’s just a little drabble about the two you having a little fun on the dance floor! I can imagine him being all cute and shit - requested by Anon
Word Count: 1.3k
Warnings: Flirting, suggestive dancing (if you squint), fluff.
Possible spoilers for TFATWS Episode 3
Madripoor had become a place of comfort for you despite its purpose and reputation. You had made a small name for yourself here - earning the respect of your fellow peers in the high town of the city. That’s actually how you ended up dancing to the beat of loud music at a party held by Sharon Carter.
Since coming here you had acquired quite the taste for fine arts and became fast friends with the former Shield Agent. You had been to many parties held at her place, each of them similar to the last. However, this one was different. You had noticed Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes as soon as they walked in with the infamous Baron Zemo. You knew then that this night would become interesting very quickly. Soon after they entered and melded with the dancing crowd, you started to make your way to the bar. However, as you made it to an opening on the dance floor, you saw the Baron dancing - albeit terribly - on the dance floor.
So you took your chance.
You strode over to him, before quickly eliminating the space between you as you began to dance next to him, leaning over to yell over the music.
“For being in a club you have a very interesting way of dancing!” you tease, continuing to move your body to the beats thrumming through the air.
The Baron turns to face you, continuing to move as he calls back, “Yet, you were still drawn to me, of all the people.”
You send him a small smirk, “It seems that way,” you say back before leaning just a bit closer so you can speak into his ear and make it easier on the both of you, “So, are you going to ask me to dance or what, Baron?”
When you pull away, Zemo is sending you a small smile before he’s reaching out and placing his hands on your hips while you place yours on his shoulders, both of you moving in sync with the music now.
Contrary to what you saw earlier, Zemo is quite the dancer when he has a partner. His hands are firm on your hips as you sway them to the beat, and his body is agile as he moves along with you, just a mere hair’s breadth away from you as the music flows out of the speakers. However, this position doesn’t last long before Zemo is turning you around in his arms, and pulling your back against this chest, both of you still keeping the dance going.
You can’t help the surprise that runs through you at the change of pace. From how he was dancing earlier, you never would have taken him for the type to initiate this type of dancing. But you go along with it nonetheless.
“You know,” you call, smiling as he leans his head down to hear you better, “I never would have taken you to like this kind of dancing,” you say honestly, a smirk tugging at your lips as you both continue to dance, Zemo pulling you tighter to him.
“Well then,” he says, voice low and gravelly, “You must not know me as well as you think you do.”
At this comment you pull out of his grip and turn to face him again, arms wrapping around his neck this time in order to keep him close as your lips brush against his ear. “Why don’t you let me get to know you better then? Maybe over a drink?”
You have to hold back the smile that threatens to erupt at the slightly surprised look in his brown eyes when you pull away to look at him. The surprise soon gives way into the familiar confident smirk he’s held most of the night and he offers you a single nod.
“A drink sounds lovely,” he agrees, taking your arms from around his neck to instead take your hand in own, “Lead the way,” he gestures with his free hand towards the bar.
You don’t hesitate as you start to pull yourself and your new companion towards the bar, pushing past all the writhing bodies until you finally find an open spot at the bar top. Once you do, you wave down the bartender and ask for two shots of your usual, letting out a laugh at the impressed look on Zemo’s face as he leans against the counter.
“What?” you question, mimicking his stance.
He waves a hand, “It’s nothing,” he says simply, “I just took you for more of a...fruity cocktail type.”
You roll your eyes just as the bartender brings over the pair of shots, giving you a small nod before moving on to the next patron. You take your glass, as does Zemo and then you respond, “Do you really think anyone who lives in Madripoor is a fruity drink person?” you ask, brow raised
The man smiles at that, “You have a point, I suppose.”
You chuckle and nod, before lifting your glass in the air, “To new friends and interesting dancing partners,” you say, sending the man a mischievous look.
Zemo returns the glance before clinking his glass with yours, “To new friends and dancing partners,” he repeats before you both down the shot.
Both of you grimace, before looking up to one another and letting out a round of quiet chuckles. “I never said it was good,” you point out, “Just a good way to take the edge off.”
Zemo nods at that, and he looks like he’s about to say something before his companions from earlier emerge from the crowd. Bucky places a rough hand on his shoulder, forcibly grabbing his attention.
“Where have you been? We’ve been looking all over for you,” he calls out, a frustrated expression on his face.
“Miss Carter told us to enjoy the party, no?” he says, gesturing to you while you take the small moment of interruption to snag a cocktail napkin and pen from the person beside you, “I was simply following her instructions when I happened upon this wonderful woman next to me,” he explains, pulling your attention away from your scribbling, “And who was I to deny her a dance?”
You see Sam roll his eyes, before casting you a cautious glance, “He’s not bothering you, right?”
You send him a smile and shake your head, “Quite the opposite,” you tell him truthfully, “The Baron and I were just getting to know each other is all.”
Zemo goes to add on but Bucky cuts him off, hand still latched firmly on his shoulder, “Time to go.”
Zemo simply shrugs his shoulder before reaching out and taking your free hand in his own. He leans down and places a quick kiss to your knuckles, causing heat to rise to your cheeks as you look over at him.
“Thank you for a wonderful evening…” you see a confused expression tug at his brow when he just now seems to realize he never got your name.
You pull your hand from his, grabbing the cocktail napkin from the counter before leaning in and offering your name to him. You then place the napkin in his hand and leave a quick peck on his cheek before leaning back into your seat.
“The pleasure was all mine, Baron.”
That is the last thing that is able to be said before the two men pull Zemo away from you, but not before he catches your small smile as you watch after him. He hears Bucky and Sam bickering once more, and takes their moment of distraction to look down at the thin paper in his hand. He smiles when he sees your name and phone number scribbled on the fragile napkin with the small message at the bottom.
You own me another dance - xoxo
The man smirks as he stuffs the napkin in his back pocket. He has every intention of fulfilling that request as soon as he’s able.
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Changes. (Part 3)
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Summary: You follow Stiles and your brother Scott out into the woods to find a dead body. Problem is; Scott’s not the only one to get bit..
Fandom: Teen Wolf.
Warnings: Mentions of a dead body/person, etc.
Word Count: 3,784.
Pairings: Scott McCall X Sister!Reader, Stiles Stilinski X Reader(Platonic), Derek Hale X Reader.
Note: Here’s the third part to Changes, enjoy. If you want to be added to the tag list, let me know. I know I said this before, but; I just felt like writing this, and if there’s anything wrong with this, let me know, please and thank you. I didn’t expect this to be this long, so I broke it down to a few parts.
Here are the previous parts to this: Part 1 and Part 2.
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After Stiles parked, you both got out of his jeep.
“Look, all I’m saying is; I did not fall asleep during the third Star Wars movie.” You defended yourself, “yes. You did.” Stiles argues with you.
Rolling your eyes, “no, I did not. You ate my other Reese’s cup when you thought I was asleep, but I let you have it.” You say, looking at him with a raised brow.
Stiles stopped walking, “you saw that?” He asked, shaking his head and walked besides you again. “Yeah, I did.” You answered, smiling at him. “Besides, I fell asleep after the movie.” You added, seeing Scott walking over to you guys.
“Hey, guys.” Scott says, stopping by you. “Hey, Scott.” You say, seeing a small smile on his lips. “Hi, Scott.” Stiles says after you, nodding at him.
“Movie night?” Scott asks, all three of you walking into the school. “Yep.” Both you and Stiles answered, “man, I miss movie nights with you guys.” Scott says, opening his locker.
“Yeah, well.” You say, opening your locker, sucking air between your teeth. “You got a job.” You added, grabbing your notes and the right book for class and closed your locker.
“I know. I know.” Scott said, sighing. You leaned against your locker, looking at him. “We can have a movie night.” You say, smiling at him. “Just you and me.” You added, nudging him with your arm as you both walked towards Stiles.
Scott grinned at you, “it’s a date.” He says, nudging you back. “Hey, am I not invited?” Stiles asked, pouting at you both. “Well, duh, of course you can come if you want.” You say, rolling your eyes with a smile.
“Speaking of dates,” Scott says, grabbing both your and Stiles’ attention, looking at him. “I have one, this Friday. Or I’m hoping it’s a date.” He added, a huge smile on his lips.
“Really? With who?” Both you and Stiles asked at the same time, you beaming and practically jumping in your spot, while Stiles looked like he just lost a bet, although, to be fair, he just did.
“Allison.” Scott answered, not noticing Stiles’ frown as he closed his locker. Scott began to walk, while you and Stiles looked at each other, he sighed, handing you a ten and a five dollar bills.
Both of you catching up towards Scott before he can ask what you guys were doing, going to your guys’ first class.
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You and Allison were walking toward the bleachers to meet Lydia and watch them practice.
“Oh cool, elimination round.” You say, sitting down. Allison sat between Lydia and you, “elimination round?” She asked curiously, you looked at her.
“Yeah, it’s where the coach decides who plays first line and what not.” You explained, she nodded her head.
“Okay, do you think Scott will make first line?” She asks, looking for said person, you smiled. “Of course he will.” You say without a doubt, she looked at you with a raised brow.
You shrugged, “I sometimes hack into coach’s computer and see who plays and when games are.” You say simply, waving at Scott who spotted you and Allison, he waved back.
“Also he had notes about whose first line this year, and he had his eye on Scott but he isn’t sure, but I am.” You added, sighing and grabbing a pen from your bag, drawing nothing in particular on your hand.
You notice out of the corner of your eye, Allison was staring at you. “What?” You asked, blushing a little. Allison shook her head, “you hack into the coach’s computer? Why?” She asked, bewildered, you shrugged again.
“At first, Stiles had asked me to hack into his computer when they first wanted to do lacrosse, and now I do it ‘cause I get bored and to see if Scott or Stiles made it to first line.” You explained candidly.
“That’s... interesting.” Allison commented, taking a moment to go over what you had just said. You sighed, you knew you’d freak her out sooner or later.
“How freaked out are you right now?” You asked, not looking at her. Allison blinked at you, “what do you mean?” She asked, “I’m not freaked out. Just impressed.” She says, putting a hand on your arm.
“Really? ‘Cause most people would be totally freaking out right now.” You say, smiling at her. “Well, I’m not most people.” Allison says, smiling back at you.
Nodding, you focused your attention forwards, noticing that Scott had caught the ball, running towards the goal, but had been knocked down by Jackson.
You groaned, “wow, Jackson.” You say under your breath, leaning your head on Allison’s shoulder.
You saw that Scott had the ball again, dodging the other players pretty impressively and making the shot. You stood up, cheering loudly.
Sitting back down, you hear coach yelling your and Scott’s last name.
Your instinct was to answer, but you ignored it, listening to their conversation. “What in god’s name was that?” He asks Scott, who looked confused, as did you.
“This is a lacrosse field.” Coach says, “what, are you trying out for the gymnastics team?” Coach asks again sarcastically. Brows furrowed, “gymnastics team?” You asked yourself quietly.
“No, coach.” You hear Scott answer, “what the hell was that?” Coach questioned, “I don’t know. I was just trying to make the shot.” Scott answers, still confused.
“Yeah, well, you made the shot. And guess what? You’re starting buddy.” Coach tells Scott, you smiled widely. You knew he could do it.
“There you are!” You hear Stiles yell, you blinked. “Me?” You asked him confusingly. “No, the ghost sitting next to you.” Stiles answered sarcastically, “yes, you.” He added, walking towards you.
You rolled your eyes, “come on. I have to tell you something.” Stiles says, pulling you to your feet. You quickly grabbed your bag, “see you later?” You asked Allison, who was looking at Stiles in confusion.
“Hi, Allison. Bye, Allison.” Stiles says quickly, nodding at her. “Hi, Stiles.” She says, “yeah, I’ll see you later.” She added, watching Stiles drag you away.
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“I don’t get why you didn’t change before you dragged me away.” You say to Stiles from the other side of his locker in the boy’s locker room.
“Hey, you know I don’t plan things, I just go with the flow and make up a plan along the way.” Stiles says, closing his locker. You rolled your eyes, both of you walking out of the locker room, you turned to him.
“What did you want to tell me?” You asked, walking out of the school and toward his jeep. “I overheard my dad on the phone earlier. The fiber analysis came back from the lab in L.A.
They found animal hair on the body from the woods.” Stiles says, walking towards the drivers side and getting in. You got in the passengers side, processing what he just told you.
“Let me guess, it was a wolf.” You say, gripping the strap of your bag tightly. Stiles glanced at you, starting his jeep and drove out of the parking lot.
“Yeah, the joke from yesterday isn’t a joke anymore.” Stiles says seriously, you nodded your head, breathing in deeply and closing your eyes.
Opening your eyes, “that explains a few things; Scott and I’s enhanced hearing and smelling. Don’t think we didn’t notice that Scott didn’t use his inhaler after the moves he did earlier.
And...” You hesitated to say, Stiles looked at you. “And what?” He asked, looking back at the road. Your eyes widened, lifting up your shirt and sweater.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Stiles asked in a slightly high voice, quickly looking between the road and you.
Ignoring Stiles, you pulled off your bandage. “Oh come on. That’s- that’s gross. I mean- really shouldn’t- I... I thought you and Scott were bit.” Stiles says, parking on the side of the road.
You ran your fingers over where the bite was supposed to be, it was healed, gone.
“We were.” You say quietly, you notice Stiles was staring at your side, he ran his fingers over where you ran them, just like you did a few seconds ago.
“I guess that’s from being a werewolf.” Stiles says, smiling at you, but you didn’t hear him.
You were breathing quickly, lost in your thoughts. ‘Oh god. Werewolves are real and you’re one of them. You and Scott.’ You thought, eyes widening at the last part.
You got out of Stiles’ jeep, needing more air. You were pacing besides the jeep, running a hand through your hair.
You thought about Lycaon of Arcadia and how Zeus had turned him into a wolf for punishment, you shook your head. “Damn it, Lycaon.” You cursed, bumping into something solid.
You looked up, seeing Stiles in front of you. Stiles put his hands on your shoulders, stopping you from pacing. “Lycaon?” Stiles asked, shaking his head, looking into your eyes.
“Was the king of Arcadia, punished by Zeus and turned him into a wolf.” You explained to him, starting to calm down.
“You know your eyes are glowing yellow, right?” Stiles says, letting of you. You looked at him confused and then looked at yourself in Stiles’ side-view mirror.
Stiles was right, they were glowing yellow. They turned back into your normal eye color when you blinked, you sighed, going back into Stiles’ jeep.
“King of Arcadia, huh?” Stiles asked, once he was back in the jeep. “Yup, we can do more research once we get to your house.” You say, Stiles nodded, driving in the direction of his house.
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“Aconitum Vulparia.” You read aloud one of the many tabs Stiles had open on lycanthropy. “Also known as wolfsbane.” You added, closing the book you had in your hands that Stiles had about werewolves.
Stiles looked at you, “yeah.” He says, rubbing his eyes. “I feel like I should question you about what you know about wolves, but I also have a feeling that you’re just going to glare at me and
say that I should question Scott and not you.” Stiles says, yawning.
You grabbed your phone, texting Allison that you’d be there in about twenty minutes. “Sounds about right.” You say, looking at him with a small smirk.
Stiles had his head on his desk, eyes closed.
“Alright, I’m gonna go study with Allison.” You say, gathering your things and putting them in your bag. You saw Stiles standing up and practically jump onto his bed.
You shook your head, chuckling. “Night.” You say, walking towards his door. “Night. Say hi for me?” Stiles says, you looked at him, already seeing that his eyes were closed.
You smiled, “yeah.” You say, walking out of his room and down the stairs, heading straight for the door.
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After five minutes of walking, you felt like someone was watching you. You kept walking, preparing yourself to fight.
Feeling a hand on your shoulder, you stopped walking. Grabbing the hand on your shoulder and tugged forward firmly.
The person slightly went over you and landed on the ground with a grunt. You straddled them, hand wrapped around their throat.
You gasped, loosening your grip. “Derek?” You asked, leaning back as he sat up. “I’m sorry, if I’d known it was you, I wouldn’t have done that. Maybe.” You say, apologizing to him.
Derek laughed, rubbing his neck. You noticed the blood on his neck, “oh my god. You’re bleeding.” You say, your hands going toward his neck again.
Derek swatted your hands away, “I’m fine, don’t apologize.” He says, his hand going onto your thigh. “That was pretty impressive for the bookworm I remember.” He added, squeezing your thigh.
You looked at his neck, seeing that it was healed, “you. You’re a werewolf.” You say quietly, your hand going to his neck again, this time Derek let you, you wiped the blood that was still there, frowning.
“Yeah, I am. But so are you.” He says, flashing his eyes at you, your eyes flashing in response. Your hands went to hold his face, seeing that his eyes were blue, his eyes closed at your touch, but opened them again, still glowing blue.
Brows furrowed in thought, you had seen that the wolf that had bit you and Scott had red eyes. It was a small detail, but you had noticed it.
“You’re not the one that bit Scott and I.” You stated, watching his eyes going back to their normal color. “It’s called an alpha, the one that bit you and Scott. I came here looking for answers,
but, the body you and Scott found the other night, was my sister.” Derek explains, moving your hands away from his face to hold them.
You looked at him with empathy, you couldn’t imagine losing your brother like that. You didn’t know what else to say other than, “I’m sorry.”
Derek nodded, “why are you telling me this?” You asked quietly, looking at him when he sighed. “Because, you’re the only one I can trust right now and I need your help.
Like you’ll be needing mine.” He says, moving a strand of hair behind your ear. Your heart skipped a beat when he did that.
Derek smiled at you, hearing your heart skip a beat, but you didn’t know that.
You didn’t notice the smile forming on your lips, “you trust me?” You asked, “why do you need my help?” You asked again, shaking your head.
“Because, I need to find my sisters’ killer and I need your help finding him or her.” Derek says, looking at you.
You sighed, looking up at the sky in thought.
“You say I’ll need your help, I’m guessing because 1; I’m new to being a werewolf and 2; I’m also guessing you’ve been a werewolf longer than I’ve been.” You say, another sigh escaping from you.
“Okay.” You say simply, watching Derek’s face go into a look of confusion. “What?” He asked, you bit your lip, but that didn’t stop the smile from taking over.
Derek looked from your eyes to your lips as you bit your lip, looking back into your eyes. “If you’re going to trust me, then I guess I’m going to have to trust you.” You say, looking down at your hands.
Surprised that Derek was still holding onto one of your hands, “and okay, I’ll help you.” You added, “you will?” Derek asked again, a soft smile on his lips.
Nodding your head, “yeah, I will.” You answered, looking back at your hand and squeezing Derek’s hand.
Derek cleared his throat, “Y/n?” He asked, you looked at him. “Yeah?” You asked, confused, seeing him blush slightly.
“As much as I like you, get off me.” He said, making your eyes widen. “Right, yeah. Of course.” You say, doing as he said, both of you standing up, blushing in embarrassment.
You continued to walk, Derek following besides you. You saw Allison’s house and stopped walking, Derek looked at you. “This is my stop for now.” You say, pointing at Allison’s.
Derek looked to where you had pointed, nodding his head. “If I need you-” Derek starts to say, “-you’ll find me.” You interrupted, giving him a brief smile before walking towards Allison’s house.
Derek watched you walk away, “yeah.” He said to himself, but you had heard him.
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You knocked on the door, waiting for someone to answer it.
As you waited, you wiped your hands on your sweater, seeing some of Derek’s blood on your fingers. If you were being honest, it was actually Scott’s old sweater that you may or may not have stolen from him.
The door opened and you saw, who you assumed, was Allison’s father. “Hi, Mr. Argent, my name’s Y/n, I’m a friend of Allison’s.” You say, introducing yourself.
Mr. Argent looked at you, smiling once he heard your name. “Hi, Y/n. I’ve heard about you, it’s nice to meet you.” He says, holding his hand out, you took it, shaking his hand.
“It’s nice to meet you too, Mr. Argent.” You say, “you’ve heard about me?” You asked curiously, “yeah. Allison mentioned you after the first day of school. She said you’re nice and that you showed her around school.
Please, come in.” Mr. Argent said, stepping aside. You walked in, seeing Allison coming down the stairs.
“Y/n, hi.” She says, “I wasn’t expecting you for another five minutes.” She added, smiling at you. You moved your sleeve and looked at your watch, she was right.
“Hi, sorry, guess I should have said 15 minutes instead of 20.” You say, shrugging your shoulders. “Well, we just finished having dinner and about to have dessert.” Mr. Argent said, closing the door.
“Would you like to join us?” He asked, “I mean, only if you guys don’t mind.” You say, a small smile on your lips. “Of course we don’t mind.” A woman said, walking out of the kitchen, smiling at you.
“Hi, I’m Allison’s mother.” She says, holding her hand out, just like her husband did before, you took it and shook her hand.
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After you guys had finished, you and Allison put your dishes in the sink. “Okay, we have to go study.” Allison says, walking toward the stairs.
You looked at her parents, “thanks for dessert, it was nice.” You say, following after Allison.
Both of you headed up the stairs and to her bedroom. You looked around her room, it was nice.
“Sorry about the mess.” Allison said, moving some stuff around. You shook your head, chuckling. You sat on her bed, seeing different paint examples on a wall near her desk.
“It’s alright.” You say, smiling at her. “You’re looking for a way you can design it that says ‘This is my room, this is me’.” You added, standing back up and walked over to the different paint examples.
Allison looked at you, impressed. You looked at her, seeing her expression, you shrugged. “My brother and I shared a room until we were 8.” You say, going to your bag on the floor.
“Right. Wait, you shared a room with your brother?” Allison asked, bewildered. “Yeah, until we were 8.” You repeated, brows furrowed.
“You and Scott are twins?” She asked again, “yup.” You answered, “you didn’t know?” You asked, sitting back down on her bed, Allison shook her head.
“I just assumed you were older than him.” Allison admitted, sitting across from you, “really?” You asked, grabbing your homework from your bag.
“I mean, yeah.” Allison answered, grabbing her homework too, you hummed in response, both of you going right into studying.
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An hour of studying, “I’m sorry, I just have to ask.” Allison says, making you look at her. “Are you and Stiles dating?” She asked, making you burst into laughter.
“You’re not... you’re not serious, are you?” You asked, laughter still bubbling out of you. “Oh. You are serious.” You say, seeing a confused look on her face.
Clearing your throat, “no. I just, I don’t see him like that. And he doesn’t see me like that either.” You say, slightly frowning. Allison nodded, “so, are you dating anyone?” She asked, making you look at her again.
“No, I just want to focus on school and myself, you know. No relationships until I feel like it.” You say, a small smile on your lips, playing with the pen in your hand.
“Besides, Stiles, he’s like way into Lydia.” You added, a grin taking over your smile. “I just, I thought you and Stiles were dating.” Allison says, closing her book. “Really? Why?” You asked, curious.
“Well, you two seem really close and I just assumed.” Allison says, shrugging. “Yeah, well. Stiles, he’s been Scott’s best friend for a long time and
I guess along the way, he’s become my best friend too.” You say, a smile on your lips, closing your book as well. Allison nodded, “and I know what you mean.” Allison said, “about no relationships. But...” She added, her brows furrowed.
You looked at her, waiting for her to continue.
“But you’re going to the party tomorrow with Scott.” You say before she can say anything, smiling at her. “Scott told me. Well me and Stiles.” You added, seeing a surprised look on her face.
Allison started to blush, “he did?” She asked, “yeah. He’s excited and can’t wait.” You answered, homework forgotten. Allison smiled, “honestly, I can’t wait too.” She admitted, you nodded your head.
“Are you going to the party?” Allison asked after a while, “I don’t think so.” You answered, putting your notes and book into your bag. “Why not?” She asked again, you sighed, playing with the loose string on your sleeve.
“I don’t feel like partying or anything like that.” You say, “I just wanna stay home and reread my favorite book.” You added, “I know, sounds boring.” You say, chuckling. Allison looked at you, shaking her head.
“No, it sounds relaxing.” She said, smiling at you. “Yeah, it does.” You agreed, “what are you going to wear to the party?” You asked, Allison grinned at you, showing you what she was gonna wear.
You two talked for a few hours, homework long forgotten.
Looking at your watch, “I should go home, it’s late.” You say, grabbing your bag and both of you standing up and walking out of her room, down the stairs.
Seeing her parents, “hi, again thanks for dessert and it was nice meeting you guys.” You say, smiling at them. “It was nice meeting you too, Y/n.” Mrs. Argent said, her husband agreeing with her.
“Good night.” You say, walking to the front door, “good night.” You hear them reply as you closed the door, walking home.
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Opening the door and closing it, you locked it.
“Where have you been?” Scott asked as you turned around. “Well, after school I was at Stiles’ for a few hours and then I was at Allison’s studying, now I’m here, talking to you.” You answered, smiling at the look he gave you.
You walked over to Scott and hugged him. Scott hugged you back, confused. “What was that for?” He asked as you pulled away, “I knew you’d make first line.” You say, both of you walking up the stairs.
“Honestly, I didn’t really know if I would make it to first line.” Scott admitted, shaking his head. “Well, I’m proud of you.” You say, “and I bet mom will be too once you tell her.” You added, nudging him.
Scott smiled at you, “thanks, night.” Scott said, walking over to his room as you walked into yours.
Doing your usual routine before bed and turning your light off and going to sleep.
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BNHA: Kakashi dimension hops crossover (5)
Summary: Kakashi gets dumbed into the My Hero Academia universe through random plot devise.
Characters: Kakashi Hatake
Fandoms: My Hero Academia and Naruto
WARNINGS: Mentions of violence/injury
START / RREV / NEXT
Ms Iroi always tries to engage him in conversation whenever she comes in, asking questions and chatting to herself in a fruitless attempt at helping him recover his 'lost' memories. Most of the time, Kakashi is indifferent to her presence and always has a magazine handy as an excuse not to talk.
Today, Iroi is in a particularly good mood, humming to herself, greeting him with an energetic, “How are you doing today!”
Kakashi grunts a noncommittal response which doesn’t do much to discourage the woman’s good mood as she runs through a check-up routine.
“You should try watching U.A’s sports festival tomorrow. I hear it’s going to be particularly spectacular this year,” she says as she pulls the blinds on Kakashi's window, blocking out the distant city lights.
U.A? he recognises the name. Kakashi glances up over the pages of HERO!! MONTHLY BREAKDOWN. It is the third time he has read this issue.
“You know, since you like reading those hero magazines, I figured you would be interested in watching the ‘next generation of heroes’ debut,” she continues, noting his attention, “U.A always puts on a good show.”
Kakashi frowns. The problem with his amnesia cover story is that he is still trying to figure out what he can get away with not remembering. So far the doctor’s seem content to chalk up the disappearance of his long term memories to a ‘quirk’ accident but were always more concerned when he failed to recall basic factual information. Something to do with different parts of the brain being responsible for different types of information.
“Watch how?” He settles on asking. U.A. was supposed to be a hero-training academy so whatever this ‘sports festival’ was was worth checking out.
“Oh,” Iori pauses to think, “I, ah, think channel 2 with be covering it?” she hesitates, “You know what. I’ll look it up and let you know later. Sorry, I can’t carry my phone around with me while on shift.”
“Thank you.” He smiles and makes a show of returning to his magazine to dissuade further conversation.
Later the same evening, just before the end of the evening shift, Iori pokes her head into his room again. She is out of uniform, long hair untired, waving to catch his attention.
“The coverage is on channel 2 and starts at 11am,” She holds up her portable communication devise like it means something. It probably did mean something. The frequency by which people checked them suggested it had a function beyond basic communication. He has held off attempting to steal one because, unlike pens, people would notice and care if one went missing.
“Have fun watching! Oh… also, I forgot to ask…”
Kakashi raises a brow.
“I have a bunch of old gossip magazines. Mum used to read them all the time and there are a few hero-themed ones in the mix. I can bring them in if you want more stuff to read.”
“If you want.” Iori must have noticed him re-reading the magazines.
"I'll bring them on Friday!"
Iori had been unsubtly hinting that Kakashi might have had a history in heroics. It definitely wasn’t because reading information on a page just made sense when compared to the barrage of conflicting reports the television gave him. A few weeks with only the television as his information source has him writing off most of its information as useless or propaganda.
…
...
“HEELLLOOOOO, LISTENERS!”
Kakashi stares dully as the video footage, which had been giving him a bird’s eye view of a positively massive stadium, changes to a sweeping shot of what must be thousands of people crammed into seats. It almost makes him claustrophobic just watching it.
“WELLCOME TO OUR ANNUAL U.A. SPORTS FESTIVAL! THE HIGH SCHOOL ADOLESCENT RODEO YOU ALL LOVE TO WATCH. CAN A GET A ‘OH YEAH!’”
As if of one mind, thousands of people leap to their feet screaming. The camera angle changes again to show a grinning blond-haired man, seated at a desk and pointing enthusiastically at the camera. All these shot changes are going to give him a headache. Kakashi is already having reservations watching this and its only10 minutes.
“Thank you! You’re an AMAZING audience!”
It almost reminds him of the final Chunin Exam stages -if the Chunin exams had had three times the audience - which always involved some sort of combat display. There hadn’t been any public Chunin Exams recently for reasons such as a large portion of Konoha being flattened by Pein.
“FIRST UP ARE OUR FIRST-YEAR EVENTS! And what an exciting round of events they are, perfect for debuting our newest students! Give us a shout so they can feel your support!”
Another loud shot as thousands of people yelled in unison.
“Come on! Louder than that! These are your future Heroes I’m talking about! SHOW THEM SOME LOVE!”
More yelling. Kakashi turns down the volume.
“But! Wait just a minute!! We're not only here for our Hero students! As I'm sure you all know, behind every great hero is a hardworking support team! GIVE IT UP FOR our Support, Management and General departments who are also competing for a chance to face off in the finals!”
Kakashi sighs. He is getting the sense that this might be more for entertainment than utility purposes, conforming to the general trend of Hero-related stuff being flashy. Different from the Chunin exam which had deadly consequences if not taken seriously.
“Hey. Hey! HERE THEY COME NOW! OUR STUDENTS PARTICIPATING IN THE FIRST YEAR STAGE!”
What follows is an overly dramatized race where the only thing of interest to him are the obstacle types, including robots, - mobile mechanical weapons of some sort that produced a lot of environmental damage but were taken down fairly easily- and explosive devices that acted a lot like explosive tags. Then there was a team elimination round and one-on-one tournament fights after which the coverage shifts to the second year and third year stages.
He uncovers the sharingun only to discover that, while its memorisation function worked fine, the part that translated the movements into muscle memory felt off. Perhaps, the replication and copying component of the eye didn’t work when viewing a technique through a screen rather than in person. Interesting. As there wasn't anything particularly impressive technique-wise during the events he counts the new information as a net gain.
The student-heroes – he is not sure if there is an official term for a hero in training – barely match Konoha’s academy standard in their taijutsu and physical conditioning though there was marked improvement between first, second and third-year groups. These students were what...between 14-18 years old...and yet most had the skill level of an academy students and fresh genuin with only a few notable exceptions?
Sure, there were - honestly ridiculous- versatile and powerful bloodline abilities being thrown around like nothing, but ninjutsu techniques only took a shinobi so far without a strong base to work from. He shakes his head, reminding himself that these kids - because what else did you call combatants who hadn’t graduated yet- weren’t shinobi in training and would be policing civilians and engaging ‘Villains’ of similar skill levels. It was obvious that the students favoured non-lethal takedown methods and put little to no thought into stealth and misdirection during fights.
Different words…different priorities.
As Kakashi has yet to see any evidence that the country, Japan, was at war with another he thinks the skill level displayed might be serviceable. There were also no major conflicts between the country’s large cities over farmland, water sources and the like. Obviously, this place had sorted out the resource and distribution issues usually encountered when supporting such large populations. Or, who knows, maybe everything on the television was a carefully constructed lie to lull people into complacency.
Now he has seen an example of hero-students, he better understands the low combat ability demonstrated by the police. It also gives incite into the blurry recordings of Hero/Villain confrontations which played on repeat across the various ‘news’ reports. They all tended to hover around Chunin or maybe Special Jounin in terms of skill. He knows generalisations are dangerous so, until he saw the combat in person, he would exercise his usual level of caution. There were bound to be outliers after all-the impressive brute strength of the number one hero comes to mind- and there was no telling what advantages a bloodline ability might provide. Absently, he makes testing the susceptibly of people without chakra to genjustu as something to figure out sooner rather than later.
He sighs. This is why he hated the television. Whenever he watched it, he came away increasingly confused, with more questions than he had answers. Not to mention anything useful being constantly interrupted with information detailing one of the many products that he could apparently buy here. It irritated him to no end.
...
...
The chakra collecting seal is ready before the week is out. Mostly ready...it was ready enough.
Kakashi returns to the roof. Sitting cross-legged, back against the stairway entrance, he works his way through the 100 or so pens, cracking them open and tapping out ink into a large bowl, stolen -like the pens -from hospital staff.
The mix of black, blue and red ink is gluggy, forcing him to add water to thin the solution out. Once satisfied he pulls out an appropriated scalpel – one of a growing collection hidden alongside his pens because having a stash of weapons is never a bad thing- pricking his middle finger, watching the blood drip and curdle with the mixture. The blood would be absorbed into the ink, allowing it to conduct chakra. He mixes everything with pair of disposable chopsticks, taking care not to spill it on the ground or stain his hands.
The whole process reminds him of other insistences where he had improvised fuinjutsu ink in the field. The last time being during his final Anbu missions where he had created a body storage scroll from scratch after unexpectedly losing a squad mate on what should have been a simple intel retrieval mission. Not a particularly fond memory but a memory he was stuck with.
Since his demotion to Jonin-sensei there had been fewer of those sorts of missions. Not that being a Jonin-sensei had been easy – considering all his students had gone off to find other teachers he didn't even think he had been particularly good at it - bringing with it its own special brand of stress, culminating in a stint as Hokage, a fourth war and him stuck here. He is pretty sure his experiences aren't universal. Team 7 was just cursed to fail in increasingly spectacular ways.
He lets out a heavy sigh, leaving his airways open to a sudden gust of cold wind which carries the scent of cleaning chemicals from the hospital and oil from the road straight up his nose. He exhales forcefully and mentally bumps finding a face mask up his list of priorities. It would be good for hiding his features and dulling the artificial smells of a city housing over a million people.
The sound of wind whistling around the building almost blocks out the echo of feet in the stairway, approaching his location. In one smooth motion, Kakashi stands pushing the remaining broken pen back into the vent, nudging the cover back in place with his foot. Carefully he holds the bowl of ink in his injured arm and a scalpel in the other. Kakashi steps back against the entrance so the outward opening door would hide him from whoever came out.
A crying kid comes barrelling through the door.
Well, not completely crying, more like sniffing loudly, eyes all shiny. He even recognises the kid from the U.A combat demonstration, as improbable as that was. It is the first year hero student with the speed-enhancing ability which, seeing him up close, probably had something to do with the strange growths coming out of his caff muscles. High speed movement put enormous strain on the body so he could reasonably conclude that the kid was physically resilient to acceleration stress and similar forces. Not resilient to stabbing though....
Kakashi forces himself to relax, his scalpel lowering ever so slightly. Lucky he had heard the kid coming or he might have accidentally hurt him. A few weeks of reduced sleep coupled with a lot of time to ruminate on past missions and failures has put him on edge. This was exactly why he disliked taking extended breaks.
Maybe, Kakashi should start relocking the stairway if he was planning to make regular trips up here because the young male probably hadn’t had the roof in mind as a destination. Kakashi knows from experience that, unless you were injured or a member of staff, there were few good reasons to wander around a hospital at odd hours.
With the hero-student distracted sniffling into his arm, Kakashi slips around the door and back down the stairs. He hadn’t planned on applying the seal on the roof anyway. Too exposed to the elements and the concrete was too rough for the delicate line work.
He continues mixing while he walks, having mentally mapped the hospital well enough to know which hallways to use and which to avoid. There is a surgeon with some sort of heat-sensing vision who works late most nights that he must be careful around and a nurse with a weak proximity based empathic ability working in paediatrics. Both obstacles force him to take a meandering detour on his way to the ground floor and the larger shower blocks which housed cubicles the size of small rooms. Enough smooth floorspace for the expanded seal design and easy to clean afterwards. He supposes he is lucky, some complicated fuinjutsu required several meters worth of floor space. The containment on Saskue’s cursed seal comes to mind and he is glad that this seal is infinity smaller.
Not one to waste time knowing that nurses and patients regularly used the space even this late in the evening, he immediately slips into a cubicle upon arrival. Flopping onto the floor he pulls out the paintbrush he had had scour the hospital for and eventually to steal from the children’s ward. Carefully, he begins the slow process of application.
…
…
The final seal design is circular, about the size of his splayed hand, positioned on his uninjured shoulder just above where his Anbu seal had previously sat. The sleepwear provided by the hospital had sleeves that extend just past his bicep. It hid the design, for the most part. The final visible seal is a bit bigger than he had predicted or planned for. If this were a proper infiltration mission, where blowing his cover came at the price of death, he would be in big trouble. If this were a proper mission, he would have waited before applying this. An unnecessary risk. He itches the back of his head, turning from where he is craning his neck to see the seal, gathering up his supplies to be thrown in one of the hospital’s many rubbish bins. Kakashi lets out a breath. Maybe, this whole ‘trapped in a different world’ thing is affecting him more than he was willing to admit and making him sloppy.
He pulls down the sleeve so it mostly hides the design. Not like the doctors here would recognise the significance of fuinjutsu, he reminds himself, even if their questions would be annoying to deflect.
He pumps chakra into the seal and a jolt akin to lightning runs down his limb. It activates without issue and Kakashi grimaces as his chakra is slowly drained and collected. The rate of the drain is pathetically slow. Three years too slow. But, between this and his sharingan - which was always active and draining chakra- he can’t risk making it quicker. Despite the relatively low-level threats around him, Kakashi is, first and foremost, a Jonin in an unknown territory who is already taking risks simply making and applying the seal. He can’t afford to impair himself with poor chakra management on top of everything else.
Kakashi pops his head out of the cubical, scanning the shower block. Nothing of note has changed and he darts out, intent on returning to his room. He is tired and it would be a long, tiresome week as his body adjusted to the strain as well.
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#bnha#bnha fanfic#naruto#CrossOver#dimension travel AU#hatake kakashi#kakashi headcanons#cultural shock#Iida makes a breif cameo#fanfiction#my hero academia#plot continues to move at a glacial pace
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the tell - s.r.
pairing: spencer reid x female reader
summary: fluff — garcia plays cupid because spencer can’t get up the nerve to ask out his crush
content warning: reader has mild social anxiety
word count: 3.3k
authors notes: happy Valentine’s Day friends!! even if you’re single today, just remember you’re loved by so so many people (including me!!) also: this is my first spencer writing so hopefully I did him justice....anyway, enjoy xoxo
gif credit: reidsbau on wattpad
YOUR POV
I think nearly everyone who meets Dr. Spencer Reid can agree that it's seemingly impossible not to have a crush on him. Maybe that’s bias, but screw it. I have a crush on Spencer and there’s nothing I can do about it, I mean...crushes on coworkers never end well, let alone BAU partners, right?
“(y/n)? Are you even listening?” JJ chuckles, placing her hands on her hips as she stands in front of the white board. Victims' photos are scattered across the board, messy handwriting scribbled about, and an endless amount of sticky notes and question marks littering any open spaces.
“Yeah, sorry…” I snap out of my day dream and lean back on the desk chair. “What were you saying J?”
“I think the victims are all linked through their social media,” she says, turning her back to me again, glancing up at the board.
“We eliminated that, they don’t have any crossover in followers, interests, or previous searches.”
“Damn, you’re right...I’ve been staring at this board for so long—I need a coffee. You?”
“Yes please,” I smile at her and she leaves the conference room, just as Spencer enters.
“Any progress?”
“Nope,” I say popping my lips together. “JJ and I are starting to lose it.”
“Maybe you need a break...Or a fresh set of eyes,” Spencer says, taking the seat next to me. He narrows his eyes forward at the whiteboard and I shift in my chair. My heart nearly leaps from my chest every time I see Spencer, it’s pitiful. I used to be able to control myself around him and calm my nerves, but now it’s damn near impossible.
“You okay?” Spencer asks, his eyes still trained on the board. He shifts his eyes to my side, body still facing forward.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because you’re picking off your nail polish...you only do that when you’re nervous or stressed.” Spence notes without hesitation. Damn it.
“No—nothing, I’m fine. Wait,” I spin my chair to face him. “You know my tell?”
“Tell?”
“Yeah, a tell. Nervous tick, body language, whatever. You know mine?”
“Of course I do,” he turns finally to face me and my heart flips. “I know everyone’s. Emily bites her nails, JJ overcompensates with smiles, Morgan compliments way too much—”
“And mine is my nail polish,” I say and Spencer nods with a tight lipped smile. “Well, I know yours.”
I stand from the round table and walk around the edge of it approaching the white board. I run my fingers across the wood of the table and bend my legs, leaning on the end of the tabletop right in front of the board... and Spencer.
“I don’t have a tell,” he says, voice wavering. He stands from his seat and follows me. Spencer stands directly in front of me and peers down. Thank god I’m sitting leaning on this table, otherwise I’d be on the floor.
“What is it?” Spencer asks, furrowing his eyebrows.
“I thought you ‘don’t have a tell’?” I mock, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Well, let’s say...for educational purposes, I did have one, what is it?” Spencer asks, leaning back on his heels while crossing his arms.
“Even for educational purposes...Not telling you.”
“Please,” Spencer begs.
“Did the two of you make any progress or did you just flirt the whole time?” JJ smirks, walking through the doorway with two coffees in hand.
“Uh, no—I-um...well,” Spencer stumbles over his words and rubs the back of his neck with his hand. He quickly drops it as he notices me looking. Don’t worry Spencer, that’s not it. His cheeks turn an undeniable red and he spins on his heels facing the board again.
“I’m kidding Spence,” JJ laughs and passes me a coffee cup. “Seriously though, any progress?”
“Nope,” Spencer and I say in unison.
—
“C’mon (y/n)! It’s Valentine’s Day! You have to go!” Garcia pouts, shoving my shoulder gently. She’s been perched up on the corner of my desk for the last five minutes begging, pleading, and bribing me to go to the BAU’s Valentine’s Day party.
“No. Pen, I’m sorry...I can’t—” I smile at her trying my best not to give myself away. I want to go to the party...I do, but being reminded of just how single I am on the most love-filled holiday doesn’t really sound like a party…
Penelope grabs a fluffy topped pen from my desk and pokes me with it, “Why because of you-know-who?”
“Penelope!” I yell to her at whisper volume, swatting her arm.
“What? He can’t hear me,” she tilts her head forward to Spencer who’s got his nose buried in case files across the bullpen.
“I tell you one thing,” I roll my eyes at her and grab the pen back.
“One big thing...listen just tell me you’ll think about it?”
“Okay, fine Penelope,” I look up at her, and know I’m instantly going to regret my words, “I’ll think about it.”
SPENCERS POV
“Cupid’s here!” Garcia chimes while sitting down on the edge of my desk. “So for the party tonight, I’m going to need you to bring—”
“I’m not going, Garcia.” I cut her off, “I’m sorry, but I have too much to do.”
“No, Boy-Genius. You. Are. Coming.” She says, poking my shoulder with each word...for emphasis, I assume. “It’s the most loveable, easy holiday out there! Cupid only comes one time a year!”
“Actually that’s not true,” I say while closing a file on my desk. “In Ancient Greek mythology, Cupid would shoot Gods and mortals at any time, with a golden tipped arrow in order to make them fall in love. But what most people don’t know is, he would use a lead based arrow to make others repulsed by their admirers—”
“Yeah, and which one did you get shot with? Hmm?” Garcia asks, grinning at me.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I say coyly. I turn my chair away from her, opening back up the file I just closed. I rub my fingers across my face and nose, trying my best to concentrate.
“You know exactly what I mean, Doctor,” Garcia hops down from my desk and works her way around to stand in front of me. “If I had to guess, I would say Cupid shot you with a golden arrow engraved with (y/n)’s name…”
“Cupid didn’t engrave—” I look up from my desk, but Garcia’s already gone, jogging over to catch up with JJ near the kitchen.
—
I close my last case file and peer up at the clock. 6:38pm. Shit. I told Garcia that I couldn’t come to her Valentine’s Day party due to files, but now I’m done with my files 22 minutes before her party...great. If the team finds out that I had the time to come and didn’t, I’m a dead man. I sigh defeated and stand from my desk, grabbing my satchel. I throw the strap over my shoulder with one arm, while grabbing my coat. Flicking off my desk light, I look up to see (y/n) sitting at her desk, half-hidden behind a stack of files. Her eyebrows are furrowed as she concentrates on the words in front of her, chewing the end of a highlighter. I stare at her foundly and my heart aches, what idiot gets a crush on their coworker? Is this high school? I mean I wouldn’t know I never had high school cru-
“Spencer,” (y/n) says, drawing me back to reality. I had been staring at her this whole time…“You okay?”
“Yeah, sorry. I- uh,” I say tripping over my words.
“We’re staring at me? Yeah,” she laughs. She sits back in the desk chair, dropping the highlighter on the table top. She smiles at me, “You headed to Garcia’s?”
“Yeah,” I say running my hand across my bag strap, “looks like it.”
“Well,” (y/n) sighs and closes her files. “Looks like I am too. I can’t keep staring at these files. I’m getting nowhere.” I smile at her and take a quick stride across the bullpen, passing JJ and Morgan’s empty desks. Standing in front of her, my hands locked on my satchel strap and leaning back on my heels. Just ask her.
“Do you want to go over there together?” I ask and my own words startle me. “Not like together-together, I-I meant, I could drive you over there. Not that I don’t think you couldn’t drive yourself over there-”
“Spencer,” (y/n) smiles, standing up from her desk. “I would love to go over to Garcia’s with you.” I let out a relieved sigh and calm my nerves. (Y/n) grabs her bag and coat from the back of her chair and I walk towards her, we walk quietly out of the BAU, through the glass doors, to the elevator and (y/n) pushes the down button.
“So,” (y/n) says after some time, “how drunk do we think Penelope is going to be?”
“Incredibly intoxicated,” I smile at her with a nervous smile, just as the doors open.
—
“Oh, oh, oh! My favorite people, of my favorite people!” Garcia chimes as we open her front door. She runs up to (y/n) and I, throwing her arms around us in a group hug. (y/n) squints her eyes in the hug and wraps her arms around Garcia. Finally, she lets go and (y/n) leans into me, “incredibly intoxicated”.
“Incredibly,” I smile looking down at her and she flashes a grin right back. Garcia disappears to find Morgan and leaves (y/n) and I in the doorway. (y/n) instinctively brings her hands together and starts picking at her nails. After working with her for a little over a year, I’ve come to find that social situations make (y/n) incredibly nervous and anxious. She clings to me out of pure anxious thoughts and all I want is to lean down and tell her everything is alright and I will always protect her, but I can’t...
“Want a drink?” I ask, trying my best to distract her.
“Yes, please.” She responds almost too quickly and peers up at me. “I don’t- I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I work with all these people, but here, outside of the BAU, it’s different.”
“I know,” I nod at her as we cross the living room into the kitchen. I pour out Garcia’s “Cupid Cosmos” into two cups and pass one to her. She takes the cup from me gently, and cradles it between her two hands. (Y/n) drinks from it carefully and slowly and I catch myself staring at not just her, but her lips. I imagine how they would feel against mine and how right they would fit. She stands close to me and I can smell her perfume; she smells warm and inviting. I can’t help, but fall for her more and more each day. She laughs at something JJ yells across the room, but she never strays away from my side. I finally turn my gaze away from her and see Morgan analyzing every bit of my lovestruck stare. He raises a finger at me as if to say “I knew it, Kid! You’re smitten!” ...and I did know it, I just didn’t know if (y/n) did too.
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YOUR POV
I’ve practically become Spencer’s fifth limb at Garcia’s party, but I can’t help myself. The combination of my usual social anxiety mixed with my complete and utter daze I get in around Spencer, I can’t help but stick to his side. He doesn’t seem to mind it though, so I stay near him most of the night, except for when I see Garcia spring up from the couch headed towards me.
“Oh, (y/n)! Let me show you this! I’ve been meaning to show you my bedroom, I just got new shelves!”
“You want to show me your shelves at a party?”
“Yes,” Garcia shifts her eyes between Spencer and I. “Reid can come too if he wants, it’s not that exciting, but I don’t want to leave you out.”
“Sure, Garcia,” Reid says from beside me. I think those are the first words he’s spoken all night. “We’d love to see your shelves.”
I turn and raise my eyebrows at him, surprised he was up for Garcia’s weird invitation….but the three of us head into her bedroom regardless. I walk into the bedroom and look around, there’s no new shelves in here.
“Penelope, where are the—”
“Listen you two,” She says, shutting the door behind Spencer and her. “The two of you need to talk this out because my little heart can’t take it anymore!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Spencer starts but is cut off almost instantly by Penelope.
“Can it, Dr. Reid. Seriously,” she sighs. Garcia leans to one side, waving her arms in the space between myself and Reid. “I don’t need your 187 point IQ to figure this one out. The two of you need to talk before I beat it out of you with Cupid’s bow and arrow.” Garcia smiles at the end of her little threat speech and turns to leave the room. “It was either this, or set you both up on the same blind date...this was easier, I’m a busy girl.” She says and closes the door behind her.
“So,” Spencer says, sitting on an ottoman.
“So…”
“We’re supposed to talk?” He asks looking down at his converse.
“Yep,” I try my best to smile at him, while my heart rate skyrockets. I sit on the bed opposite to Spencer and look down at my hands. My perfect red manicure has been chipped away at the cuticles, and I find myself wanting to rip off more polish.
“You should stop doing that,” Spencer says. I glance up at him and sigh. He’s right. I mean he’s always right, but this time he’s right on target.
“Yeah I should,” I laugh and Spencer does too.
“So,” Spencer says again.
“Oh my god Spencer, if you say ‘so’ one more time I swear,” I snort and he tries to contain his laughter by burying his face in his hands. He brings his face up to meet my eyeline, rubs his index and middle finger down the center of his nose and curls his fingers into a perfect fist, resting right up against his mouth. There it is. His tell.
“Why are you doing that,” I probe, sitting forward on the bed.
“Doing what?”
“Fidgeting with your hands and your face,” I stand from the bed and walk closer to him. “You only do that when you're nervous…” Spencer looks up at me through his curls, fist still resting against his mouth. He doesn’t say a word and right there I know...“Wait Spence, why are you nervous?”
“I’m not nervous...you’re nervous”
“Yeah,” I squat down in front of him. I cross my legs sitting on the plush carpet floor, “we already know that.” Reid smiles gently and goes to rub his nose again, but hesitates.
“Wait,” he drops his fingers from his face and peers down at me. “Is that my tell? Rubbing my nose?”
“Does that mean you’re nervous?”
Spencer sighs and stands up from the ottoman, leaving me on the floor. He runs his fingers through his curls and lets out a nervous laugh. “Yes, (y/n). Of course I’m nervous. I get nervous every time I’m around you.”
“Every time?” I ask looking down at my nails. When I look back up Spencer is already staring down at me. He slowly sinks to the floor and sits cross-legged next to me. He reaches out hesitantly and grabs my hands. “I really like you, (y/n). I can’t help myself around you, you make me so nervous. I feel like I’m in one of those terrible romantic comedies you force me to watch. I just, I really like you.”
I raise my eyebrows at him in complete and utter shock, “Spencer, I-”’
Spencer rambles on, “I don’t even know if you feel the same way. You know what? As usual, I got ahead of myself,” He takes his hands back and sets them on the floor, placing all his weight on them attempting to stand up from the ground.
“No,” I reach out to him and grab his right hand carefully. Usually Spencer would flitch or react at the thought of someone touching his hands, but he doesn’t...He actually relaxes. “I like you, too. That’s why I’ve been so goddamn nervous around you...I can’t contain it anymore, I used to be able to, but now it’s been eating away at me for months.”
“You know, recent studies have shown that if a crush lasts more than four months, you’re in love,” Spencer comments. “Sorry, go on-”
Silence settles between us for a moment before Spencer and I bust out in giggles. I shift closer to him on the floor, pressing my back against the spring-board of Garcia’s bed. Spencer follows suit and leans against the bed, stretching out his legs in front of him. I rest my hands in my lap and Spencer does too.
“Spencer?”
“Yes, (y/n).”
“How long have you had a crush on me?”
“1 year, 5 months, 9 days, and,” he glances down at his watch on his wrist. “8 hours and 24 minutes.”
“1 year, 5 months—wait, my first day?” I tilt my head towards Spencer, but he’s already looking at me.
“Yes, your first day.” He smiles and a blush stains his cheeks. I could just stare at his smile for hours. “More specifically, when you introduced yourself and you actually listened to my rambling about the history of your last name. Most people don’t do that, they just get annoyed and want me to get to the point.”
“I’m not most people,” I grin.
“I know you’re not. That’s why I like you.”
“Mmm,” I humm and lean down resting my head on Spencer’s shoulder. I glance up at Spencer to make sure he’s okay with my physical touch and he smiles. His shoulders tense up at first, but quickly relax once I rest my head down. “Say it again.”
“I like you, (y/n).” Spencer says confidently and his hand works its way from his lap to mine. He holds my hand gently, but cautiously. I don’t push the envelope because I know just how worried Spencer gets about physical displays of affection, but when he reaches out to me, I don’t stop him.
“I like you too, Dr. Spencer Reid.”
Spencer laughs lightly and rubs his thumb across the back of my hands. He turns his head and presses a kiss to the top of my head, still resting on his shoulder. I glance up at him quickly and his grin is still plastered across his face.
“Do you want to go back out to the party?” I ask Spencer, while also reminding myself that our coworkers are just a door away.
“Not really,” Spencer says contently.
“Yeah, me neither.”
Garcia slowly opens the door, peering inside. She takes in the image of Spencer and I, hand-in-hand, head on shoulder, sitting together on the floor at the foot of her bed. She clasps her hands together, “Is it? Are you two?” Her smile overwhelms her and her eyes crinkle up in excitement, “So you’re valentines?”
“Yes, Garcia…” Spencer says shyly. “We’re valentines.”
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ugh I love some mushy Spencer :”) I wanted to write Spencer having a nervous tick around the reader and a valentine's day prompt, so I just smashed ‘em together...anyway, if you have any requests leave em here! I hope y'all enjoyed it. follow for more! xoxo
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