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blackhairedjjun · 10 days

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it's you that i'd lie with. - c.yj

pairing: choi yeonjun x gn reader | genre / tropes: angst, apocalypse au (no literally), the end of the world but make it slice of life, non-idol au, best friends to lovers, last-minute getting together (and i really mean last minute!!) | word count: 923 | warnings: implied death, natural disasters, mentioned existential crises, kissing, brief food mentions

part of my 300 followers event (event masterlist)

prompt - LAST: believing it to be their last chance to confess their feelings for the receiver, the sender tells them that they love them. (requested by @beomnoullitheorem - "I don't mind any kind of ending as I love both happy and sad endings, so I'm leaving it all upto you and I'm gonna love any of your work be it having any kind of ending!")

author's notes: hi noulli! unfortunately i don't have a copy of the stuff we talked abt for this prompt since i answered your asks privately, but i tried to remember what we said as best as i can! also i was in a very "wow i wanna kiss him sooooo bad" mood when i wrote this so uh. yeah sldkfskldjf. also the title is from "as the world caves in" by matt maltese!

“do you really think the world will end today, y/n? like what the reporters said?”

you cast a glance up at the cloudless sky, its color a gradient of deep blue to pale yellow. meteor showers fall constantly like rain made of light. “well... if it isn’t ending, it’s putting on a hell of a show.”

yeonjun lets out a soft giggle and pulls you closer in his arms. you sigh happily and rest your head on his chest; his heartbeat is a bit faster than usual, though it is his last day on earth after all. you’ve always been touchy-feely with your best friend, but you’ve never been this close.

as soon as the news reports announced the end of the world a few weeks ago, the two of you instantly knew that you wanted to spend your last day here, at the open-air rooftop restaurant where you first met. you spent the next few weeks saying goodbye to your friends and family, checking a few things off your bucket list, and just... making peace with your life. today you and yeonjun claimed a table overlooking the deserted city below, though there wasn’t any competition anyway 一 the cooks and waitstaff had abandoned the place to spend their last day with their loved ones.

you lift your head up from yeonjun’s embrace to take in one last look at the sky, beautiful yet terrifying, a canvas of light and shadow. you wonder what everyone else is doing: maybe they too are looking at the sky, or maybe they can’t see it at all from the makeshift underground shelters they’ve gone to. maybe some are watching it alone, maybe others are watching it with a loved one, just like you.

just then you feel soft lips on the crown of your head, and you look up to see yeonjun pulling away from his brief kiss. he’s gazing at you with those warm brown eyes, and you can’t help the heat spreading across your cheeks.

“you’re quiet,” he says.

“so are you, jjunie.”

“it’s just... a lot.”

“i know.”

perhaps your brain is making you see things because this is the last time you’ll ever see him, but this is the most beautiful yeonjun has ever looked. strands of black hair fall over his eyes, and as you lift a hand to brush them aside you feel an ache in your heart.

“i was supposed to take you here again for your birthday, y’know,” he says with a small smile.

“really? you didn’t think i’d be sick of it here?”

“nah, you love it here. you’re always ordering their cheesecake.”

you laugh. “i mean, no one makes it like they d一”

just then the earth begins to shake and the whole building sways. yeonjun grabs onto you as you’re both thrown onto the ground. you bury your head in your friend’s chest and grip onto his hoodie; his own grip around your waist tightens and he curls around you. the table topples and nearly lands on your head, only for yeonjun to grab you and roll you away from the spot.

the ground beneath you rumbles, and you can hear the crashing of plates and bottles from the restaurant kitchen. tables and chairs are knocked over. you screw your eyes shut, yet the world doesn’t stop spinning...

and then an alarm starts blaring in the distance, and it’s over as soon as it started. you remain lying on the floor clinging to yeonjun, your knuckles trembling from your grip on his hoodie. he doesn’t move either, holding on to you so tightly as if you might slip away if he let go.

then you feel it again 一 that feather-light kiss on the crown of your head, lingering for longer this time. then another one, further down on your forehead. yeonjun pulls away to look at you, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes, and the ache in your heart gnaws at you even more.

“y/n, i...”

words leave him and the next thing you know, his lips are on yours. he tastes as sweet as you’ve imagined, and you wrap your arms around him to kiss him deeper. the world is spinning again, but for a completely different reason 一 with your body flush against his and his mouth moving roughly against yours, you feel as if every piece of you has been set alight.

you let out a sigh against his lips as he breaks away. he pants slightly, still holding you close, his eyes wide.

“i love you.”

yeonjun is still breathless when he says it. had he said it on any other day, your mind would be full of questions: how long? since when? why are you telling me only now? what happens to us next?

but you don’t have time for questions. instead you lean towards him, meeting those beautiful eyes of his, and whisper, “i love you too.”

you leave a gentle peck on his lips, then another, then it’s his turn to kiss you back. next thing you know his hands are tangled in your hair and you melt into him completely, this new kiss slower than the first yet more desperate. in your last moments you’re going to love him the way you should have when you still had time.

neither of you notice the way the sky darkens to a complete black. the ground shakes again and you hold on to each other.

his warmth is the last thing you ever feel.

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alloftheimaginesblog · 10 months

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feelings {peter parker tasm}

plot: you and peter have been friends since you were both knee height, now that you're both mid twenties you're busy navigating life and also the fact that you're both hopelessly in love with the other.

character: peter parker (tasm) x reader

requested by anon

Aunt May had always had her hopes for the two of you. She could see it coming from a mile away, honestly. She had raised Peter and had practically helped to raise you too since you were always over at the Parkers' house from when you could talk. She watched as you and Peter's friendship blossomed, watched as you helped each other through school, dealing with bullies and crushes and exams. She watched as Peter got and lost his first girlfriend and watched as you supported him through the loss of Gwen. He was there after your first relationship ended in turmoil and tears. She watched as you both got jobs and got places in college, both busy and yet both still making the effort to see each other. She watched as neither of you realised but you both started to fall in love. She had always known that there was something there.

She had tried to tell Peter just to help guide him to you when he was seventeen but Uncle Ben had told her to stop meddling in their nephew's life. "He'll figure it out in his own time, May. They'll realise soon enough." So Aunt May dropped it and continued to watch from the side-lines with a secret smile every time she saw the two of you.

Peter's leg was tapping away as he worked, he could never sit still, "You good, Parker?" You asked him. You were both busy with essays for your separate college courses but you always liked to work together. Ever since you were little you liked doing homework and the likes together. There was something about his presence, it calmed you and helped you focus.

Peter rubbed at his eyes tiredly, the stubble from neglecting to shave for the last few days was a feature you quite liked about him. Hope he keeps that beard, grows it out a bit more maybe. You frowned when you caught yourself thinking it, okay weird. He was your friend - your best friend - nothing more, nothing less. "I'm fine," Peter sighed, breaking you out of your thoughts, "hungry though... Wanna go for lunch?"

You laughed, "Think you mean dinner?" You teased, showing him the time on your phone, "We've been at this for hours."

"Shit, really? Wow... I better give Aunt May a call, let her know I'm okay. You know how she worries."

"Can you ask if I can come for dinner-"

"You're coming." Peter said, deadpan, as he called her, "Hey Aunt May, it's me. Me and (y/n) have been studying and doing essays since 11am and now it's nearly 5pm!" Peter's face scrunched, "What? No. We were writing essays - just writing essays."

You packed your bag as he finished his conversation, "She must've had a drink of something strong," Peter said as he hung up the phone, "She was convinced that we weren't studying. She kept hinting that we were doing something else like making out or something like that! Insane, right?!" Peter's laughter was loud and you didn't know why that hurt so much. Is it so awful to even think? Am I that unappealing to you? You forced a laugh as these thoughts spun through your head, "I mean, that's insane, right?"

"Absolutely." You nodded, smile falling as you grabbed your bags. Why did you care so much? You had no idea. You didn't know why you were so hurt by his comments. Peter was your friend, that was all... right? Surely there wasn't anything else there, right? Right? You cleared your throat, "Uh, you know, I actually forgot I have plans to get dinner with my family today, Pete." It was a lie and Peter could tell. He always could tell, he didn't need enhanced senses to know when you were lying.

"Oh," he frowned, "Are you okay?"

You nodded quickly, "Fine, yeah. I gotta go though, I'll see you later. Give May a hug from me." Quickly you darted out of the library before he could ask you anything else. Peter watched you go, confused and a little hurt. You had lied to him and that upset him more than anything. Why were you lying to him? Had he hurt your feelings? Peter didn't know but he was going to figure it out.

You had been avoiding Peter a little bit for the rest of the day. You were just trying to clear your head. You'd come to the realisation that you liked him... a lot. You didn't know when the feelings started or why today you were realising it but you realised as you couldn't stop thinking about him. You couldn't get Peter and his dumb laugh and stupid haircut out of your head.

Peter had been calling and texting you for the last few hours and was barely getting a response so he knew where you'd be. He knew that when you got upset and things got overwhelming, you'd be on your apartment buildings roof watching as the sun set. You knew that he'd find you, you didn't mind, you knew that sooner or later this conversation would have to happen.

He found you in your usual spot, sitting with a blanket and some coffee, "Hey," he said quietly, offering you a smile and extending his hand to show you his peace offering, "god you a donut from Sal's that you love..."

With a smile and a 'thanks', you took the donut from him and began to eat it. He sat beside you, stretching his legs out and dropping his bag to the side, "I think we need to talk," he said after a few moments.

You nodded as you finished your donut, "Yeah," you said, clearing your throat, "yeah we do."

"Look, I don't know what I did earlier but I'm sorry-"

You didn't know where the sudden burst of anger came from but the words were being yelled from your mouth before you could even realise, "Is the thought of being with me so repulsive?!"

Peter jumped back, taken aback, "Wh- What?!"

"Earlier!" You snapped, jumping up making him stand up too, "You thought it was hilarious and insane when May suggested we be together! Here I am realising that I care about you and you say shit like that- Shit." You slammed your hand over your mouth, whirling away from him as your heart hammered hard in your chest. You hadn't mean to explode like this but he'd really upset you earlier and you just couldn't keep it in.

"Are you saying that you've got feelings for me?" Peter asked, voice soft and gentle; calm despite his racing heart and despite your previous tone, "(y/n), speak to me."

"I-I-I don't know!" You wailed, head in your hands, "I don't know! I- I think so? I mean, I've just been feeling stuff that I never normally feel and I look at you and I get literal butterflies. I thought that shit was made up in Disney movies but I find myself smiling when you say my name, I feel excited when you smile at me... Yeah," you laughed incredulously, "I'm saying I've got feelings for you."

Peter was silent for a few seconds as he took in all of what you just said and then he said the most heart-breaking thing he could've said, "Oh."

And there it was. Peter's reaction. Oh. Your heart sank. Of course he didn't feel the same, of course he didn't. Why would he? The two of you were best friends so of course he didn't see you like that and now it was all fucked. You had just ruined your two decades long friendship over developing feelings for him. If you hadn't told him, if you'd have just shut up and kept quiet then you wouldn't have fucked everything up; things would be normal and you'd both be happy.

You pulled back immediately, putting your walls back up to save yourself any further embarrassment or upset, "I'm sorry, uh, never mind! Ignore everything I just said, it was a joke! Ha! Got you..." You gave a pathetic attempt laugh as tears burned at your eyes, "It was all just a joke!" Peter seemed to come back to reality as he saw you were getting upset. He said your name but you were shaking your head telling him to forget it, it was all a big joke, a laugh, it was fine. Peter knew that it wasn't a joke, he knew that what you'd said was real and he felt awful about upsetting you.

"(y/n), stop," he said loudly, cutting you off of your 'it was just a joke' ramblings, "I'm sorry for saying 'oh' I was surprised that's all! It wasn't a negative reaction or me rejecting you."

You looked at him, cheeks burning and tears slowly making their way down your cheeks, "Then what does it mean?"

"It means... holy shit, I can't believe you have feelings for me. I never thought you'd see me like that!" He grinned widely, "I've had a massive crush on you for forever."

Your jaw dropped. He had a crush on you? "Then why'd you say oh you stupid oaf!" You hissed but the corners of your lips twitched upwards.

"I-I was surprised! I never thought you'd ever like me back!"

"Of course I do," you said, "Pete, you've always been there for me. Always been so kind and you're so funny and... I'm sorry I didn't see it sooner."

He smiled at you, "I didn't think you'd ever feel the same... You're way outta my league, you always have been." He sat on the stone wall, patting it so you'd sit next to him, "We've been through a lot together, haven't we?"

You laughed, "You could say that again."

Silence fell and all of a sudden you were fifteen again crying into Peter's arms after your first boyfriend broke up with you for someone else. Then you were six and fake marrying Peter whilst Aunt May shook her head laughing. Then you were twenty getting into college and celebrating, ending up hungover and crashing at Peter's apartment for a night. Then you were eighteen finding out that he was Spider-Man and fainting from the shock of it.

He nudged you, breaking you out of your thoughts, "So what do we do now?" He asked quietly.

You shrugged, "I guess you take me out on a date," you suggested with a smile, "that little Italian place downtown. The one with the garlic twists."

"A date?" Peter smiled, "I can do that."

You looked at him, turning your body to face him, as his brown eyes caught the sun. You'd always known that he was handsome but my god, it was like you were seeing him in such a different light. The way his eyes looked like dark honey in the sunlight, the way his lips quirked upwards, the way the wind tousled his hair to perfection.

Peter couldn't take his eyes from your face. "God, you're so beautiful," he murmured quietly, eyes going between your eyes and your lips, "Can I-"

You cut him off by pulling him to meet your lips. It didn't feel weird. It didn't feel unnatural or anything like that... It felt... normal; right. It felt good. It was a simple kiss, only lasting a few seconds, but it was the best kiss you'd ever had. It was so full of emotion, so gentle and sweet and soft and you just melted into his embrace.

When you pulled away, neither of you could keep the stupid lovesick grins from your faces, "Aunt May is going to have a field day with this one," Peter laughed softly, "she's been trying to get us together for years."

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sweetwriter · 4 months

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Second Chance: Chapter 1

Single dad! Bakugou x Black! Reader

Chapter 1

“So yer the beautiful teacher Kasumi always rambles on about” Is what Bakugou wanted to say, instead he looks at her hand. YN is a little confused by his standoffish behavior compared to his daughters extroverted personality.

“Well, it was a pleasure to meet you,” YN smiles generously and then looks down to the child who has a death grip on her leg, “Kasumi make sure to say your goodbyes and have everything, wouldn’t want you to hurry and leave without your high fives and hugs from your papa right?”

“RIGHT” She said a little loud- she has a little trouble with speaking really loud, I need to work on that, thought Katsuki.

“Alright papa, high five and hugs before Ms. YN starts.”

Kasumi loves Ms. YN with as much love a four year old can have for someone. Something just clicked in her mind, that Ms. YN is someone that she loved more than anything besides her papa, of course.

As he heads out he hears someone call his name, “Mr. Bakugou, I completely forgot, just in case you are not her pick up-“

“Who said I wasn’t?” He snapped. His eyes widening and he clears his throat, “I uh, I am picking Kasumi up today” God he felt stupid, felt like he was back in highschool, defensive when he was nervous. She made him so nervous, he wanted to impress her. The glorious and fantastic Ms. YN, the woman his little Kasumi loved. Four year olds love super hero’s and cartoon animals, not Kasumi. Bakugou felt like their first impression was going like shit, and he wasn’t wrong.

YN felt like Bakugou rubbed her the wrong way- stand offish and now rude. This isn’t going as planned. He was the “fantastic” father of Kasumi. The greatest person to ever live, in her eyes. She wanted to show him that she was a capable teacher that loved his daughter, but apparently she is showing herself to be incapable.

Clearly, they're both very incorrect

“Ok, the preschool is having a garden party, all the kids, are so excited about showing their families all that they’ve been growing, its next weekend.” YN gives Bakugou the flier. A group picture in front of the barrels holding the ready-to-be-harvested vegetables.

“I’ll um try to make it-“ he affirms, “Anything I need to bring?”

“Nope. Just bring you, and Kasumi of course.” She sends a smile and turn into the class. He can hear her starting the class as the door closes.

Bakugou must think he looks dumb standing in front of the door with his mouth agape but he can’t seem to care, all he can think is “wow.”

He looks down to check the flier and smiles to himself.

It’s 30 minutes before the garden party and Bakugou feel ridiculous. He hasn’t shaved his “beard’ new growth in about 3 weeks and here he is- shaving it and making sure his hair looks absolutely perfect.

Why you might ask? Well, ask Bakugou he would say “I needed to freshen up, the fuck is wrong with that?”

But he knew he couldn’t completely lie to himself, he feels he made a shit impression on Kasumi’s pretty teacher.

“Kasumi- do you need papa’s help?” Bakugou shouts from the bathroom. He knows she’s four and she wants to be a big girl.

“No, I’m a big girl.” She waddles in.

“Yes, yes you are a big girl. Your papa’s big girl- just because you’re a big girl- doesn’t mean you can’t ask for help. “ She pauses and looks at him for a second and then she eventually smiles and nods, “ok papa.”

Now it’s Bakugous turn to pause waiting for her to say something.

“Is that what you wanted to wear to the garden party?” Looking down at her outfit: yellow shirt, purple leggings, and a green skirt.

“Mhm, Ms. YN said to wear all your favorite things.” Bakugou nodded, “I mean- alright then. Let me do your hair munchkin.”

They both finished getting ready and as Bakugou was strapping Kasumi into her booster, Kasumi bent down to sniff her papa’s hair, “Your hair smells like my hair.”

Bakugou used Kasumi’s hair gel.

A/N: hey y’all- took me a minute to get this out. I was planning on making it longer- but I like having little snippet chapters.

I love this story so far. I have a bunch of fun little plans for the characters. Also I love Kasumi-

Alright I’ll talk to you later with much love,

Sweetwriter

#imagine #fanfiction #mha #my writing #black reader #bakugou x black reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #mha bakugou

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teriri-sayes · 10 months

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Reactions to the Mistaken One's Chapters 159-160

We get two chapters today, probably to celebrate the start of the manhwa's Season 3.

TL;DR - Cale planned to drag all dragons he knew to Aipotu. Best teacher Cale. Dragon Tears is a lie. Another talking book. Underling Cale. Generous dragon and her three gifts. Dragon with Past attribute confirmed. Cale meets Tang Clan, Emei School, and Qingcheng School to get the answers to his two questions.

Soos? LSH = ✅ CJS = ✅

Worried Daddy Cale First part was quite touching. 🥰 Cale was worried about the young Raon being burdened with saving the world stuff. So he planned to drag all the dragons he knew when he goes to Aipotu. He'd negotiate with GoD.

And when Raon asked if he had to save the world, Cale replied that doing it alone was impossible. He should do it together with his allies and companions. ✨The power of friendship.✨

Best Teacher Cale This was the funniest and cutest part of today's chapters. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Cale: It's easier if we do it with many people. Don't you think so? Raon: That's right! I like overwhelming fights! Cale: Good. *nods* Raon: And the stronger our side, the better! Cale: You know well. Raon: And I hope our side doesn't get hurt as much as possible! Cale: That's right. Raon: To do that, we must have as many people on our side as possible! Cale: Correct. (You've learned well.) Raon: And if we are at a disadvantage, we can just run away! Cale: That is correct. Raon: And then we can hit their backs! Cale: ...Uh-huh. That's right. (What he said is correct anyway.) Raon: We just need to prepare thoroughly and hit them first! Cale: …Yeah. Raon: And it's even better to rob the enemies of all their treasure! Cale: …Uh-huh. Raon: We can scam and scam them again! Cale: … CJS: Pfft. Cale: *glares at CJS* CJS: *lowers his head* Sui: *smiles* Wow, you learned well. Raon: *pushes out chubby belly* Of course! I am great, so I learn everything well! Cale: (Please just stop talking.) *shakes head* Sui: *pokes Raon's belly* You just need to think of playing. Raon: That tickles! *hides behind CH* CH: *carries Raon* There's nothing to worry about. Raon: That's right! Just destroy them! Cale: (Aigoo...) *sighs*

Another Talking Book Yes, another one. The dead dragon left a book, so Cale's group went back to the study to get it. We then find out that the dead dragon is an old woman from the talking book's voice. And she was a crazy dragon from the way she crazily laughed.

On a more serious note, she spoke that the dragon with the Present attribute is the only one who could stop "He who could control time." Oooooh, new villain! 😊

Dragon Tears is a Lie So the dead dragon deceived the Sichuan governor's ancestors when she said that it was her tears there. The truth was, it was her dead body immersed in a lake inside, and covered by ice above. And then the lake was covered by a stone floor, which was the floor of the cavity Cale's group was in.

Underling Cale Another funny part. The book called Cale as the "dragon's underling." 🤣🤣🤣 Cale was in serious disbelief and even had several lines questioning it. Of course, CJS laughed and Cale glared at him again. 😂

And then Raon poked CH, whispering that CH was now smiling like Ron... which shocked Cale, who probably imagined CH with vicious Ron's gentle smile. 🤣🤣🤣 Even the Sichuan governor asked Cale if he was the dragon's underling... 😂

The book then fell down, and words were written on the cover: "The Joyful Dragon and the Dragon's Underling Will Become Stronger If They Eat All of This" ...What a crazy dragon! Poor Cale. 😂

Generous Dragon and Her Three Gifts Fortunately, the crazy dragon called Cale as "dragon's guardian" afterwards. The reason why she preserved her body in the lake was because her three gifts were there. And we get more info on how crazy that dragon was!

Ring of the Dragon Lord = "When I think about the hard work I did to steal it, I seriously cry. But without that, the Lord can't use his power properly, okay? Pwahahaha! Maybe he won't even be acknowledged as a proper Dragon Lord even if he attains the Lord position, and he must be worried if someone catches that he's lacking? Pwahahaha!"

Crown of the Emperor = "And the crown was used by the first emperor of the last empire I lived in, who was very famous as a dragon hunter? I stole the crown when 'he' destroyed the empire! Pwahahaha! 'That man' is probably going crazy because he can't find the crown? Pwahahaha!"

Sword of the Elven Knight = "Oh, and the sword is used by the elves who served the Dragon Lord for generations. Keke. I stole that too! This is the sword that the first Dragon Lord of our world gave to the person whom he appointed as a knight to protect him, and it's amazing! Fufufu. Maybe the guardian of the Dragon Lord is also lacking right now!"

To summarize, the new villain, probably He who can control time, toppled down an empire. That new villain is also the current Dragon Lord of Aipotu. However, the crazy dead dragon had stolen the crown and the ring, so the new villain is not a complete Dragon Lord. Something about how the ring is the key to using the power of a Dragon Lord. And his elven knight is alike him because the sword was stolen too... 😂

Cale was seriously happy when he read what the gifts were. He changed the way he called the dragon from "crazy" to "generous."

And then Ron apologized to him, saying he only found sweet tea here. Cale was secretly happy that the tea would not be sour. BUT! When he drank the tea, it was TOO SWEET! 🤣🤣🤣

Dragon with a Past Attribute We had a present and a future attribute, which means we also have a dragon with a Past attribute. The generous dragon said that the guy with a Past attribute was probably dead. She and that guy had failed in stopping He who could control time. So their only hope was the dragon with the Present attribute, Raon.

There was a part where Cale was afraid to meet this dragon if he was still alive. Cale was thinking that he did not want his current companions to see his past. 🥲

Ending Remarks Today was a blessed day, full of laughter and serious info dump. 🥰 Next week will continue Cale having the answer to his two questions: Are you incompetent fools or treasonous traitors?

#tcf spoilers #trash of the count's family

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sleepy-writersblock · 11 months

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Miguel O’hara x reader|| roomates (pt 1??)

Authors note: wrote this after an experience i had with an ai bot- so yeah its a little stupid but i find it funny

No use of y/n ; you dont know that he is spiderman ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ; fem written in mind but ig it could be whoever? (I think?); NOT proofread.

Mdni

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Miguel o’hara. He is Your roomate and one hell of a man. You guys had been living together for about two years now after you couldnt fully afford an appartment on your own and decided to share one with somebody. And god was it interesting

You were sitting on your bed, laptop open and reading, when Miguel walks to your room and leans on your doorframe. Oh no, not just against your doorframe, but against it, with only shorts on, and wet hair.

“Hey, can I ask you a favor?” He says scratching the back of his head, running his hands through his damp hair.

You look up at him and right back down to your screen to avoid eye-contact. Its like he does this on purpous, its like he sees your face, sees the blush. You almost want to ignore him so a stutter wouldnt fall from your mouth, but you can just ignore him.

“Uhm- yeah, what can i do?” You ask back still wildly embarassed. Its a common occurrence, so you arent sure why it effects you so much.

Wait- wait no. You know exactly why. Its because you are head over heels with him.

Sure you have some other celebrity crushes but him? He beats all of them.

“Could i have one of my shirts back, i let you borrow some and i need to do laundry today-“ he responds.

Oh. Was that it?

“Uh yeah let me get you one really quick” you say standing up and walking to your closet. Before you can grab a shirt for him he makes his way over to your bed and sits down.

“What were you watching?” He asks referencing your laptop as he picks it up.

Okay its time to panic. The thing you were reading? Spiderman fanfiction. He was one of your celebrity crushes and you couldnt let Miguel know, he would tease you for the rest of your life, and not only did you read that stuff? You wrote it.

You drop the shirt and run back reaching fir the lap top, climbing on top of him as he pulls it away from you further. Panicked you reach for it as far as you can, going as far as clawing at him to get it back.

“Whoah whoah whats in here that i cant see?” He teases

“Miguel please dont! Thats uh- just a book!” You reply back still fighting to get that laptop back.

“Well with how you are reacting it isnt just some book hmm?” He laughs back. You can see his eyes scanning the digital characters, word by word his face grows redder. You still attempt to reach for it but it was just too late.

“Tsk- spiderman huh? You like him?” He says smirking. He had to be teasing you right? You swear normally he would have taken a picture of it and show it to you every now and again in the future to embarass you. But he is being so nonchalant.

“D-dont read farther-!“ you warn him. You recognize the page number, as this was one of your works, and ahead was some of the most mind corrupting media you have ever produced.

You see his eyes scan the pages as you lie helpless, still sitting on his lap, Avoiding eye contact with the brown-haired male. He chuckles as his face grows a deeper red. As he reads on the story seems a bit too familiar. The roomate of the ‘reader’ is actually spiderman, they fall in love and have fun. The roomate. Could it be him? Of course its him, you indulge in your deepest fantasies when you read and write.

“Wow- this is some good writing, too bad you dont have a spiderman roomate” he says winking at you. Wait- winking-

“H-huh?” You exclaim

“Oh come on, its obvious who this ‘tall, dark haired, spanish speaker roomate’ is” he says giving you a smirk. He leans in to where you are sitting on his lap and brushes his lips against yours.

“And i could help you re-create this book. Scene. By. Scene” he chuckles darkly.

Thats it- your brain dosnt work anynore. The way his voice darkened and he leaned in made you lose it. You leaned in to close the small soace between you- you finally kissed him. And he kissed back, hard. There was only one way that this could go any better, and that would be if he was spider man… but thats just wishful thinking. Plus. You had a long night ahead.

#miguel o’hara #spiderman #spiderverse #fanfic #miguel o’hara x reader #spicy??#no use of y/n

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itsrorysstuff · 5 months

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I got my first ask!! Somebody asked for tattoo artist!julien x reader, so that’s what I did. I hope you like it 😘 the diehard Swiftie in me rly shows here.

Happy birthday

Today was my twenty-second birthday, i figured it was time to get my first tattoo. I had made my way into a tattoo parlor in Los Angeles, seeing a light haired girl at the counter.

“Hey, how can I help you?” She asked as I approached the front counter

“I was hoping to get a tattoo!” I answered

“Well you came to the right place” she laughed then kept going “what were you looking to have done?” I took out my phone and showed her a picture of the tattoo I wanted, a tattoo that that “If you never bleed you’re never gonna grow” In (swooping sloping) cursive letters, it was a line from my favorite Taylor Swift song.

“That’s a cool tattoo. I’m a huge Swiftie too! It shouldn’t take too long, we could definitely get you in today. Let me go ask Julien if she’s free right now” she said as she walked away. Soon, a brown eyed girl came out, covered in tattoos, and smiled at me.

“You’re the one who wants the Taylor Swift tattoo?” She questioned and I nodded

“I’m Julien, I’ll be doing your tattoo for you. And you are?” She puts her hands out for me to shake “Hi, I’m y/n.” I gladly shake her hand, gosh this woman’s attractive. I’m mesmerized.

“Nice to meet you, y/n. Can I just see your drivers license before we get started?” I nodded and got my license out of my purse and handed to her. She scanned it before saying “happy birthday!”

“Oh thank you so much” I smiled and laughed a little, she smiled back and it made me a blushing mess. “Ready to get started?” She asked “yeah” I answered and she started to lead me to the back, opening the door to her studio. “Wow it’s really nice in here” I said. The walls had beautiful art on it, and there were plants decorating the room. She smiled again “thank you. Come sit.” She pat the chair in front of her rolling one, I walked over and sat down. “So where are you wanting this tattoo?”she asked “I was thinking right under my breast” she looked back at my eyes. “Okay great, let’s get started. Did you wanna lift up your shirt or yknow take it off?”

“I could take it off” I smiled “okay” I took my shirt and bra off “are you nervous?” Julien asked “yeah very nervous actually” I giggled nervously “don’t be, I’ll talk to you and it’ll distract you. Or at least it does others. Lie back for me.” She said and I did as I was told, and then she gets to work, she put her needle on me and I cringed and whined a little “shh..shh..it’s okay. Tell me about you, y/n. Who do you listen to besides Taylor Swift?”

I tried to center myself and respond “I uh..uhm I-I like Conan gray and Olivia Rodrigo and uhm Sabrina Carpenter. I also really like older rock stuff like uh…Uhmmmm Nirvana and Pearl Jam and nine inch nails.” I responded hoping I didn’t stutter too much “that’s cool, I like them too. You know hardy?” She asked and she worked “yeah, yeah I went to his concert a couple weeks ago.” I responded “oh so did I! Small world. What do you do for a living?” She asked “uhm well right now I’m working for a local newspaper while I finish up my senior year of college but uh I’m working on becoming a musician.” I responded “that’s really nice, I’m in my senior year too. I also make music, I preform at that coffee shop around the corner, Amelias, on Saturday mornings, you should come see me.” She said…oh my god was she asking me out? “Yeah..yeah maybe I will.” I respond “you should…okay it looks like we’re done here.” She says, then puts the plastic over my tattoo and hands me my clothes. I put my clothes back on “it was really nice meeting you.” I said “yeah, the feelings mutual” she said and I left, going to the front desk to pay and then exiting. As I’m going out to my car I hear someone yelling after me “y/n!! Y/n wait!!” It was julien running after me, I stopped and turned around as she approached me “Julien?” I asked “you forgot your phone, must’ve fallen out of your bag.” She said, handing it back to me “thank you so much!” I said “No problem” she responded and walked back in. My phone case had a sticky note on it that read

“Please come see me on Saturday, and please text me

771-777-875

-Julien <3 “

Oh my god. She really was asking me out. I got into my car and texted the number immediately

“I definitely will be seeing you Saturday.”

“It’s y/n, by the way”

she responded

“Yeah I got that , lol. Happy birthday, pretty girl.”

I hope y’all liked it ❤️‍🩹

Edit: let me know if you want a part 2…I also have something written for tattoo artist!julien in an established relationship if you want that too ✏️

ANOTHER IMPORTANT EDIT: if you want crew!reader x Julien go check out mama g! @gingerjolover

#julien baker fluff #julien baker fanfic #julien baker x reader

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pencilpat · 8 months

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You Do Not Have to be Good - moceit

Patton hates alcohol. Not particularly for a moral reason, it just tastes godawful to him. But he came to Janus's room for a distraction, and goshdarnit he'll take it. He cringes through a sip as they sit on the floor, and Janus laughs.

"Oh, Patton, it's cider. Barely any alcohol at all, and you can barely stomach even that." As if to prove a point, Janus swings back his bottle and takes a sip so large he gulps audibly. Patton can't help a small giggle, even as bad as he feels.

"Gosh, Jan, I don't know how you and Logan handle this stuff."

"Simple. We're not man-babies."

Patton laughs and lightly punches Janus's shoulder, coaxing the smallest of smiles from the other man. He settles back against the wall. Janus isn't used to guests, aside from one who isn't a fan of sitting 'properly,' so he has no chairs strewn around his room the way the light sides do.

Janus tilts the liquid around in his bottle with a sigh. "Care to tell me what brought you to me today? My room isn't exactly one of our typical 'spots'."

"Oh! Oh, nothing special or anything, just checking up on you," he says, flashing a winning smile.

"How many times are we going to visit each other before you remember you can't lie to me?" Janus states bluntly, not looking at Patton at all, his eyes fixed on the blank wall across from them.

"Whu- uh- lying? I'm not-"

"How many times will I have to say that sentence? You can not follow 'you can't lie to me' up with a lie, Patton, that's not how this works."

"Look I- I don't really want to talk about it. I came to hang out with you, I don't wanna just-"

"So you're going to talk to one of the others then, yes?" Janus's eyes flit over the fading dark blue in Patton's hair. "How about Logan? I'm sure he'd totally be helpful here, I mean, being so good with his emotions."

Patton frowns at him and Janus sighs, rewording. "All I mean is, you don't talk to anyone else, so it stands to reason that if I don't get you to spit it out, you'll keep 'doing your thing' and only ever talking about how you feel at a surface level while letting the pressure below build and build until you blow up. Am I wrong?"

Patton blinks at him, and then turns away, curling his legs up towards his body and squeezing his free hand's nails into his palm. He's taken to doing that lately, though he doesn't know why. Someone says something that hurts, and he digs his nails deep into his skin or bites his lip so hard it bleeds, then the pain is gone. Dig, dig, gone. "That's not very kind, Janus."

Janus shrugs. The sun is beginning to set, and the room is going golden, the dark walls being cast in the shadows of Janus's blinds. "If someone was never anything but kind, they'd be a liar. I don't want to lie to you forever."

"You don't?"

"Oh wow, yeah, sound shocked about that, sure." Janus rolls his eyes, but he doesn't look angry. "Patton, it's stupid to keep going like you are. Look, if anyone can keep secrets, it's you and me - I'm the best one to talk to here. None of the others seem smart enough to notice how messed up you've been."

Patton cringes, and takes a drink of his cider, which makes him cringe harder. "I'm not... that bad, am I? That obvious?"

"It's pretty bad, dad," Janus sighs. He finally looks at the other man, meeting his eyes. "I promise, okay? And I don't do that lightly. I won't speak a word of whatever is bothering you."

Patton's brow furrows, and he breathes out slowly. He digs his nails into his palm again. Breathes again. Just the offer of talking is threatening to bust down year old dams, but perhaps Janus is right, and this needs to happen. And... he did promise. He's never done that before.

"It's not exactly simple to explain... I guess it's just- it's like- I'm-" Patton sighs, frustrated. "I just don't know anymore if- if I'll ever get it right."

"Right?"

"Being morality. Being... good." Patton's voice strains, and he wipes at his face. "I don't know if I can ever be good, be good enough, be good at my job. I've been messing up nearly everything lately! I can't keep Thomas good, and when I do try to keep him good, I end up being an overbearing jerk. I can't seem to make Roman happy, or Virgil anymore, and," Patton plays with the fringe tips of blue in his hair, almost subconsciously, "I can't make Logan feel good either. We used to be so, so close. Worked through all of our issues, we were really good friends! But he's been so- look, I know he says he doesn't feel anything, but I can tell he's feeling something! And he won't tell any of us about it."

Janus drinks, reserving information as he always does. Patton is upset enough, now's not the time.

"All I've ever wanted was to be good," his voice breaks, and he clears his throat, blinking back hot tears. "Ever since I've existed, I've wanted to be good. What would it mean for Thomas if his morality isn't good?! Maybe you were right, I'm just pointing him towards hell. I'm not doing my job right. How can I be messing up so much? I used to be the one who the others looked at to know everything..." He bites his lip hard, but it doesn't do anything this time. He's crying now, wiping the sleeve of his cat hoodie across his face furiously.

"Who says you have to be good?"

"What?"

Janus sighs, sipping his drink. "'You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.' Mary Oliver. Goodness isn't necessary one hundred and twenty-five percent of the time. You're an animal like any other, and you only need do what makes you happy, just like any other. You're not some divine being above the ability to screw up or be sad."

"You and Thomas's religious sensibilities are very tied together. You're stuck on this idea that as morality, you can only ever have good and pure ideas. You can never make mistakes, and you can never be wrong. Look, sure, we're no humans, but you're a piece of a human, and they're kind of renowned for their mistake making. I've told you before, Patton. If you're making a genuine effort to do better, then your apologies mean enough. You've repented. You didn't even need to, but you do anyway. Because you're good, as much as a side can be. You're so good you make me sick sometimes. I was being a dick when I said you're pointing him towards hell, being a dick is kind of my thing. I don't think you're even capable of knowingly being a bad person."

Patton feels tears pour down his face, staring sightlessly at his bottle as Janus rants. He's drawn blood from his lip. The words are making some deep piece of him ache worse than he has in years. Without thinking, he sets his head on Janus's shoulder. Janus barely blinks, leaning into him as he continues.

"You do make the others happy, Patton. They love you so much it's gross. But they have issues as well. Issues that are getting worse as Thomas's mental health is plummeting. All pieces of Thomas have gripes and qualms right now, I don't understand you all's strange insistence on everything being fine. Want me to lie? Everything is just fine! Why, nothing is eating at any of you, and you're at the peak of your lives!" Janus sighs, eyes closing. "It's okay to experience pain, you know. It doesn't make you bad. Nor does making mistakes. It makes you a living thing, as caught up in your own world and worries as every other living thing. You're doing okay, Patton. You'll never be perfect, but I watch you do everything you can every day. For crying out loud, let that soft animal of 'you' catch a break."

Patton sniffs, letting out a shaking sigh. "Why does hearing all that hurt me?"

"Because you've never heard it before, probably. Has anyone, ever, at all, told you to give yourself a break?"

"I... I guess not, not really. I don't know. I don't feel like I deserve it."

"I say you deserve it. If you won't listen to yourself, listen to me. Listen to a... friend."

Patton nearly physically startles at that word coming from Janus. "Friend?"

"If you make me repeat myself we're never having these visits again, watch it."

"We're friends?" Patton lifts his head, grinning despite his tear streaked face. Janus makes a frustrated noise, his face going red, but he lets Patton hug him nonetheless. Patton laughs, despite it all, holding Janus against his chest. The parts of his heart that were aching feel suddenly wrapped in warmth, like a heating pad on a pained muscle. And as Janus sets aside his drink and properly returns the hug, Patton's heart feels so many things, but mostly, at least for now, it feels at peace.

"Are you going to actually give yourself a rest, or did literally all of that go in one ear and out the other?"

Patton laughs. "Thanks, Janus. Really, thank you. Um. Not going to tell anyone still, right?"

"Of course," Janus places a hand on his heart and holds the other up in a pledge. "We both have trouble verbalizing emotions anyways."

"Can't say I'm surprised! Get it? Can't say?"

"Yes, Patton, I got it," Janus rolls his eyes, but he's smiling. "You know I just hate puns."

"Liar liar!"

#moceit #patton sanders #janus sanders #janus x patton #sanders sides #thomas sanders #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fanfic #ts patton #ts janus #my writing

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mrsmanheim · 1 year

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Vegas|Spencer Reid

BlackFemBallerina!Reader x Spencer Reid

warnings: smut with a plot, kissing, secret relationship, suckingbreasts, oral (m receiving), p in v,

Summary: after being teased by Derek, Spencer uses their Vegas case to his advantage

“JJ he’s doing it again” Spencer complained as he looked over the case files “Boys” JJ warned “Ok but come on, you’re from Vegas and you’re a virgin” Derek continued to tease

“I’m not a virgin” Spencer muttered “Oh really?” Derek leaned in “Ew no I don’t wanna hear about Spencer’s sex life” Penelope interfered from the laptop on the jet

“You won’t baby girl, because he doesn’t have one” Derek chuckled

“I do have a sex life and it’s a very good sex just because I don’t sleep with everything that breathes in my direction doesn’t mean I’m a virgin” Spencer ranted before going to the most private place on the jet, the bathroom

Spencer threw cold water on his face to calm him down and pulled out his phone to make a call.

“Hey!” Spencer said in a whisper

“Hey Spence!” The girl on the phone beamed

“Um, we have a case and it’s in Vegas” He said

“And you wanna see me” The girl sighed in a tone of disappointment

“You ok?” Spencer worried

“Yeah I’m fine” The mystery woman lied

“Odette don’t lie to me” Spencer said in a stern voice

“Well Spencer everytime we see each other you always just wanna sleep together…and not in the cute cuddly way plus we barely get to see each other” Odette complained

“Oh, um, I’m sorry, I apologize that’s completely my fault” Spencer began to apologize

“And I assume when you get here you wanna have sex” She was right that’s what he wanted but Spencer did really like Odette

“No, um, if I have time let’s do something” Spencer decided

“This doesn’t mean I’m ruling out sex Spencer” Odette let out a giggle

Spencer heard someone call Odette’s name and Odette someone call Spencer’s name.

“What you doin’ in there Pretty Ricky?” Derek chuckled “Nothing” Spencer sighed, ignoring the question

“Bye, gotta go” They said in unison before hanging up

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

This case was stressful but it came night time and they could finally sleep.

Spencer decided he’d go to Odette’s house and surprise her.

“Pretty boy, where you going?” Derek stopped him “To bed” Spencer responded “You don’t even know where the hotel is yet” Derek reminded him “Uh, I’ll see you in the morning” Spencer continued to Odette’s car be borrowed

He pulled up to the girl’s house and got out his spare key to enter the house.

Odette had no idea Spencer was in the house and he planned to keep it that way, enough to scare her. He took off his shoes as he made his way to the kitchen where Odette was finishing a snack, her back turned to Spencer.

“Boo!” Spencer shouted “Ah!” Odette shrieked in fear “Spencer Reid!” She playfully pushed his shoulder “Sorry, sorry, um, so you wanna do something?” Spencer joined the laugh

“Spencer it’s 11pm there’s nothing to do right now” Odette threw away her plate “It’s Vegas, 11pm is when everything opens” The boy genius joke “Not when you’ve been up for work since 5am” Odette signed

“Wow, I had no idea being a ballerina was so hard” Spencer stood behind her and rubbed her shoulders “Yeah? Imagine being a FBI agent” Odette placed her hands over his “Two people with stressful jobs” The girl turned around to kiss Spencer

“Mhm” He tried to refrain from moaning

She moved from his neck to his lips and Spencer began to kiss back.

Spencer took his large hands used them to pick her up and give her the ability wrap her long legs around him as he carried them both to her bad.

Him, laying on the bed and her on his lap straddling him.

Spencer was quick to remove her oversized pajama shirt whilst she grinder into his hips causing him to let out a deep groan.

“You know today my coworker, Derek” He stopped talking to make sure Odette knew who he was talking about

“Mhm, I’ve heard that name before” She was too caught up in helping Spence remove her bra “He made that virgin joke again” He finished as he threw the bra across

“If only he knew” Odette’s hand ran through Spencer’s hair

Spencer chuckled before laying Odette on his back to take one of her breast in his mouth sucking and humming as he massaged the other and that alone had her back slightly arching.

“Yeah, they kinda see me as innocent” Spencer released her boob with a popping sound “I sure don’t” Odette disagreed as she gasped at the feeling of Spencer giving her other breast the same attention

“Oh, you don’t?” Spencer chuckled, they were face to face again “You know what, I have a problem” The girl sat up “What? What’s wrong?” Spencer slightly worried “You’re still clothed” She began to unbutton his shirt

She didn’t stop till all of Spencer’s close were removed and on the floor except his underwear which Spencer insisted on keeping on.

“No, they’re coming off” Odette got on her knees and pulled Spencer’s boxers off, his cock immediately sprung up.

She took no time to attempt to take the whole thing into her mouth knowing she couldn’t right away, she only wanted to make that gagging sound Spencer loves.

If someone payed attention it’d be very easy for them to tell Odette was a ballerina, aside from her name, everything she did was graceful and done with care, even when she had someone’s dick down her throat.

Also when that someone was relentlessly pulling her hair, all the gagging, slurping, and sucking had Spencer on edge.

Odette could tell Spencer was close so she took that as her sign to stop.

“Seriously” Spencer let out a groan “Yes seriously” She crawled back up to the bed “Lay on your back, please” Spencer grinned a bit as Odette complied

“Ready?” Spencer looked at her for approval “Ready” She assured him.

Spencer lined up his cock and slowly pushed into Odette’s vagina causing them to both let out groans of pleasure.

“Okay, Spencer go go go” She rushed him to continue penetrating “With pleasure” Spencer continued then stopped when Odette began laughing

“What’s funny?” He asked, genuinely confused “Nothing, nothing but, “with pleasure” that was funny” She continued laughing “Oh god, no pun intended” Spencer chuckled

“Go Spence” She gently slapped his shoulder, though neither of them stopped laughing

Spencer pulled out then pushed in again repeatedly, Odette’s legs remained around his torso and her nails digging into her back.

A few more thrusts later and Spencer’s breathing was labored and Odette’s legs began to shake.

“I’m close” Spencer admitted “Mhm” Odette was too but she couldn’t find the words, within 10 seconds after saying that they both released.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping to energize for you big case tomorrow”Odette turned to face him “It should be easier for me to focus on clues and catch the unsub tomorrow rather than today” Spencer turned as well

“Why is that?” Odette asked “It’s proven that calming and regulating your nervous system helps with your focus” He began ranting “Mhm, and is your nervous system calmed and regulated” Odette asked as she moved the hair that was glued to his forehead with sweat

“It is” Spencer chuckled

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The team cheered and shoved Spencer around playfully seeing as it was his break through that solved the case and helped them catch the unsub.

“Dinner! On me Morgan” Garcia declared “Fine by me” Rossi and everyone else agreed

They walked out of the police station but Spencer stopped once he saw a poster for a ballet.

Swan Lake starring Odette Mills as Odette and Odile

Weird, he didn’t know.

“Actually guys, you wanna go see a ballet?” Spencer held up the poster “Swan Lake?! Omg, that’s just like my favorite ballet ever!” JJ beamed “Let’s go there first!” Garcia agreed

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The ballet ended and Spencer was in awe, Odette was so graceful and beautiful on the stage. He fell in love even more.

“I hate to admit it, but I enjoyed it” Hotch sighed “You can’t deny it” Garcia cheered “Did you guys the main ballerina playing the swans is also named Odette” Morgan examined the flyer

“Spencer?” Odette yelled from the stage then began to run to him “Princess!” Spencer hugged the girl

The nickname Spencer gave her when he watch The Swan Princess and found out the princess was named Odette.

“Princess?” Derek raised a brow “Guys, this is Odette, my, um, girlfriend” Spencer hesitated because he and Odette had never put labels on their relationship.

“Yup” Odette agreed “Girlfriend?!” Rossi said in shock “Aaron Hotchner, nice to meet you” “Odette Mills” She repeated to everyone, the last two people being Penelope and Derek

“Penelope Garcia nice to meet you! You were so great out there and omg you’re so pretty, Spencer she’s so pretty! Why haven’t we met you? Wait but we’re meeting you right now. Did I mention you’re pretty” Penelope ranted which Odette didn’t mind

She was literally dating Spencer Reid the king of ranting.

“Odette, nice to meet you, love your style” She hugged Penelope

“Derek Morgan nice to meet you” Derek held out his hand “Wait, the Derek Morgan” Odette slightly gasped “I think so” Derek chuckled “Spencer talks about you all the time” Odette’s arms crossed

“Really? That’s good to hear” Derek nodded “Wanna know a secret?” Odette asked “Sure” Derek agreed “He’s not a virgin” The girl smirked

“No way!” Emily finally spoke “Nope, he’s actually a god in bed” Odette wrapped her arms around Spencer’s body “You naughty boy” Derek teased “Dinner, who’s hungry” Spencer attempted to change the subject

This is horrible 😭

#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #criminal minds #matthew grey gubler imagine #mgg

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hinatastinygiant · 5 months

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6 | Mort

Pairing: Uzui x Fem!Reader

The Emptiness You Left

UZUI'S P.O.V.

"So," Rengoku hums as we step into my home, "that was the infamous Y/N. She's an interesting character."

"More like an irritating character," I scoff, walking over to the kitchen and pouring a cup of tea.

"How come you refuse to train her? She has a noble cause, isn't that flashy enough for you? She's even willing to work hard. Isn't that what the demon slayers are supposed to be doing?"

"No," I tell him. "It's not that simple. She's too weak."

"You can't tell me you know how determined she is. It's obvious that she's not going to give up," he says, getting closer to me. "You should at least give her a chance. I mean, it's not like there's anything else you can do. She's not going to give up."

"Why don't you just mind your own business, Rengoku?" I groan, meeting his eyes with a frustrated look in mine.

"Why don't you?" he shrugs. "I mean, you didn't have to take her in."

I sigh, knowing he's right.

"And why are you so against her training anyway?" he continues. "Surely, she'd be able to handle it. I can tell you have some sort of interest in her."

I freeze and my eyes go wide. This idiot can't possibly know what he's talking about. I can feel my blood boil as he continues speaking.

"She's a very beautiful woman," he adds, and my eye begins to twitch. "She could be a great addition to the Demon Slayers Corps."

"She will never be part of the corps," I spit at him, and he chuckles.

"Why are you acting like this?"

"Because I can't let her die!" I finally admit, raising my voice a bit too loudly.

"So what? That's the risk everyone takes when they join."

"It's different, Rengoku. She's not going to survive."

"Is that so?"

"Yes," I huff.

"Well, I mean, if that's your decision then fine," Rengoku finally begins to back off. "But just know that training is a good way to make sure she doesn't die."

Y/N'S P.O.V.

The next morning I wake up, put on my new uniform, and grab the wooden sword that Rengoku gave me. I make sure to take the time to hide it well in my clothes so that Uzui won't notice.

However, just as I walk downstairs, I see the three wives all bundled up in heavy winter clothes.

"Uh, what're you guys doing?" you ask them on your way for a cup of water from the kitchen. "You know it's only autumn still, right?"

"Yeah, but it's freezing," Suma answers, her teeth chattering.

"And snowing," Makio adds.

"Really? Wow, it's almost as if I couldn't see the snow coming out the window," you remark, and she sticks her tongue out at you.

"Are you leaving now, Y/N?" Hinatsuru questions.

"Yes. Do any of you want to train with me today?" you ask hopefully. Usually one of them will agree as long as you do something light. They know better than to get on Uzui's bad side, unlike you.

However, today they all look at each other with an odd look in their eyes. You're not sure what's going on, but you definitely don't have a great feeling about it.

"No, sorry," each one of them says, making you begin to get suspicious.

"Really Suma? Not even if I bring back those strawberries you love so much?"

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but it's too cold for us," she answers, causing the other girls to nod in agreement.

"But you always wear those short dresses," you argue. "I'd love to know how those are any better than pants and a jacket."

The girls don't respond. Rather, they look at you as though you're the crazy one.

"What are you girls talking about?" a voice suddenly asks from behind you. You turn around and see Uzui entering the room, holding a bag full of supplies. "Y/N, where are you going?"

You reach down to the wooden sword hidden beneath your clothes, making sure nothing is poking out. "Oh, I'm just going to, um, pick some flowers," you lie, looking away.

"Flowers?" Uzui repeats, arching an eyebrow. "At this time of year? I don't think so."

You gulp as he grabs onto your arm and pulls you right out the front door. "Today, you've got better things to do. Today, I am going to train you."

Your jaw drops and a smile spreads across your face. "Really?"

"Yes. It's no fun having a weakling living under my roof," he scoffs.

Behind him, you can see Suma giving you a thumbs up. But, before you can say anything else to Uzui, he tosses you two swords with an interesting jagged design.

"These are called Nichirin swords," he tells you, watching as you examine them. "They're only used by demon slayers. But don't think this means that you're actually a member, because you're not."

"They're so cool," you mumble in a barely audible voice.

"Now listen up! Lesson one. An introduction to the rhythm of the breath!" he begins, before starting to explain the importance of connecting with the natural rhythm of your environment.

After he's done speaking, he closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath. And, like an idiot, you do the same.

"What the hell are you doing, Y/N?" he suddenly shouts, making you open your eyes and look at him with a stunned expression on your face.

"You took a deep breath, too!"

"You took a breath like a complete child!" he barks. "Don't you know how to breathe at all?"

"How is breathing supposed to be any different than that?!"

"I just showed you," he grumbles, before demonstrating the correct way to inhale and exhale. "Try breathing in sync with the sounds of snow falling."

You're beyond confused. How is any of this going to help you kill a demon?

The Emptiness You Left

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justatypicalwizard · 8 months

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Wants Within | S. Shinazugawa | Chapter 15

✦ Sanemi Shinazugawa x femReader!, college au, reader is adult

✦ Synopsis: You're a college student taking classes with a very strict lecturer- professor Shinazugawa. Because of an unfortunate event you got on his bad side so now you're trying everything to regain in his eyes. Well, you most certainely didn't expect that kind of attention.

✦ Word count: 2,1k

18+, minors do not interact

''Can we also stay in touch?'' He asked out of the blue.

''Huh?'' You were taken aback. Why did so many people want to be friends with you today? ''I mean, uh, I don't know what to say.'' You scratched your head in embarrassment and Zenitsu looked at his shoes, his cheeks bright red. ''Why would you want that? I'm a weird person, doing... weird, you know what I mean, things and you only met me like a few hours ago.''

He didn't look at you, instead he gave the sky a longing glance. You heard him inhale deeply and a wheezing sound came out as he exhaled.

''We, I mean me and my friends that you met, are also a bit weird.'' He was talking quietly. ''Maybe we don't look like that but... mmm, uh, I don't know. You just clicked.'' Zenitsu crossed his arms on his chest. ''I don't have a lot of friends and I don't want to miss the opportunity to find someone that... doesn't... make fun of... me.'' The last part was merely a whisper.

You looked at him, his stance was off, like he was trying to hide within himself. His cheeks were red, eyes averting your gaze and his breath heavy, it was obvious he was trying to keep his ventilation steady. He must have been very anxious.

''So you would want to be friends even after I tell you that I lied to Tanjiro about that exercise, that I used him to get to you just to talk to you?'' You didn't have the heart to lie to him.

''I wouldn't be brave enough to do something like that... but if I could I would do the same in your situation.'' The blonde finally looked at you and you saw no malice in his eyes.

''Wow, you're something!'' Feeling the air lighten you cracked a small smile.

Maybe keeping close to the group wouldn't be such a nuisance in the end. At least you would have an eye on them... and you could really make some new friends.

''If you'll really accept me like that, then why not. Let's give it a chance.'' You took out your hand for him. ''I'm Y/N L/N, nice to meet you.''

He shook your hand with a small smile and the two of you took off, chatting a bit before you went your way.

Little did you know that someone was watching you from the university window, wondering what the two of you could be talking about.

Later on you met with Shinazugawa. You came to his office and he closed the door behind you.

''And what?'' He didn't even say any 'hello'.

''I talked to him.'' You answered.

''... and?'' He was very impatient.

''And he said he won't tell anyone because it's not his business. You told me that in his opinion I don't get any university related benefits from... that, so he doesn't care what I do in my free time.''

Shinazugawa gave you a glance, leaning on the office desk. He sighed deeply, undoing yet another button of his shirt and grabbing a paper to fan himself. He obviously lost his cool here. You understanded him damn well. You could just change universities, he could lose his hard earned career.

''I will also stay in contact with these guys.'' You added after a moment of silence. ''I don't want to spy on them or anything like that, they seem cool and asked me out.''

The whitehaired gave you another, raised brow look.

''They asked you out? The only thing that you do is work and study.'' Ouch, that hurt.

''Well, yes, they did. Actually one dude asked for my phone number and the blonde one told me personally that he would like to know me.'' You started to defend your hurt ego.

You didn't know what was going on in Shinazugawa's head because he paused for a second, just looking at you. Then, he straightened out and came closer to you. His lips met your in a semi-passionate kiss. His body kept it cool, not particularly touching you but his tongue told otherwise. It was exploring your lips like the other night.

You were out of your mind, enjoying the moment way too much. He was just so absorbing, so handsome, well built and cocky. Placing your hands on his chest you felt his muscles. A moan escaped your lips and you jumped away from him in fear.

''Too loud!'' You whisper shouted, cupping your mouth.

''You idio... nevermind. The doors and walls are soundproof. Like in any other place at the university. If they weren't everyone would hear everyone else. Imagine writing a test like that.'' He said.

Oh, that makes sense.

You nodded your head feeling blood rushing to your cheeks. Once again you came out stupid in front of him.

''But I'm happy to see, you are concerned about the right things.'' Shinazugawa went back to his desk and sat on his chair motioning for you to do the same.

Taking the place in front of him, you looked him in the eye, not knowing what was going on.

''Was that a one-time thing?'' The whitehaired asked you in a serious tone.

''I... I don't know.'' You were honest with him, you had no idea.

''Okay, than what would you say if I told you that I wouldn't want it to be a one-time thing.'' He looked you dead in the eye.

Your breath got trapped in your throat as you processed what he just said. Your mind was screaming yes and no at the same time. You wanted it badly, your crush on him still painfully present, but the fear of getting caught...

''I'll give you time to think about it, you don't need to answer me now. I just wanted to tell you that if you want I can give you my personal phone number, you wouldn't have to be scared of writing. Also the New Year's Eve was unfortunate, but we could be... more careful next time.'' Something behind his eyes made you nod your head.

''But why?'' The question slipped out of your lips before you could think.

Yet it was so important to you. Why did he want to have such a relationship with you? He was a godly-looking young man with a great career and could have someone way better than a Patric the Starfish-looking, broke student.

He was about to say something but the door swung open. Professor Rengoku came in with a bright smile plastered on his face.

''Shinazugawa, may I ask about...'' He spotted you.

The two of you blinked a few times at each other.

''Well hello there young lady.'' He greeted you.

''Rengoku you don't have to be like that, and please, close the door.'' Shinazugawa sighed, the open, kinda tender side you saw just a moment before was long gone. ''He knows Miss Y/N.''

Your jaw dropped to the ground and you felt like Professor Rengoku's gaze changed. It was of course just your feeling because the energetic man didn't hold anything against the whole situation. Moreover, he was happy for his friend! You looked like such a nice and caring girl.

The blonde made his way through the university hallways, smiling at everyone. Students smiled back at him and greeted wherever he would go. He felt pure love for this place.

It was another beautiful sunny day, even though it was winter, there was literally no sun, and it was freezing cold outside. Nevertheless, the sun never set in Rengoku's heart! He loved his job, he loved the students, he loved his friends. He was a ball of good energy that rubbed on anyone he would encounter. Because of that the world treated him with the same amount of love, or at least that's what he would say to himself.

As he made his way around the campus, he saw a familiar figure. You were standing in front of a lecture room. Other people were standing in groups, chatting and laughing, but you were all alone. Your only company was the science book in your hand.

Rengoku felt as if someone hit him in the face. He was just about to go to you and ask if by any means your day wasn't absolutely fabulous, and if not, how could he help you change it, but someone stopped him.

A group of girls circled you and started ranting about something. You quickly caught up on the topic, smiling and laughing. After a short while you all waved you goodbyes and they went on, leaving you with the book again.

So you weren't all alone, you were just studying.

Another slap in the face, this time from a memory. He saw his best friend, sitting in the cafeteria alone, studying something as he was eating. He was always so serious and focused on his work, even though he was so much fun, at least for Rengoku. In Rengoku's mind you and Sanemi looked alike.

He felt his chest rise and an electric shock bolt through his spine. Right now, he knew what he had to do.

Maybe Shinazugawa wasn't the one to ask for help but that didn't mean he didn't need it. When the whitehaired asked Rengoku what he thought about the one-night stand with you he didn't think much about it. It was okay, why not, you were pretty. What really questioned him was, why Shinazugawa started to maintain a relationship with you. Rengoku had a feeling that the answer was quite obvious.

He decided that he would talk to Sanemi the very same day.

Later on Rengoku found his way to Shinazugawa's office and not expecting anyone in particular he slammed the door open.

''Shinazugawa, may I ask about...''

There you were, sitting beside Sanemi's desk, looking at Rengoku as if you saw a ghost. The only thing that the blonde wanted to do was to pat your head, hug you to his muscular chest and tell you that everything will be okay, that Professor Rengoku is here and will help you with whatever problem you've got so that the light in your heart never fades. But that would be called sexual harrasment so he restrained himself.

''Well hello there young lady.''

''Rengoku, you don't have to be like that, and please, close the door. He knows Miss Y/N.''

Now you looked like you saw two ghosts and it physically hurt Rengoku that he caused someone such distress.

''It's fine you lady, I'm so very happy to meet you finally.'' He thought to himself that maybe acting like he in fact didn't know would work.

''Uh, good evening... um.'' Much to Rengoku's displeasure the girl got up, packed her stuff and started to leave.

''I'll think about it and I promise to give you an answer soon, professor.'' With that you left.

Sanemi glanced at Rengoku furious for destroying the moment.

''What?'' The blonde asked.

''Why the fuck did you have to pop up at this exact moment. Why the fuck didn't you take the hint and leave.'' The whitehaired standed up, his palms gripping the desk.

''And why are you so angry about me destroying the moment?'' This threw Shinazugawa off the track. He plopped down on the seat with a shocked expression. It was a rare sight to see Sanemi so out of speech. ''Hm?'' Rengoku pursued.

''Nevermind.'' The whitehaired spat out, looking the other way.

''I actually think this is kind of important.'' The blonde smiled a wide grin. ''Tell me Sanemi, why do you risk your career to meet with a girl that you still refer to as only a one-night stand. That one night already passed, you should let it go. Unless, you werent honest when you said she is just a one-night stand. What is so special about her Sanemi?'' Rengoku purred, both of them sitting in Shinazugawa's office after you left. The snow falling in the dark behind the window. ''Does she have a magical vagina? If she does we should have a threesome, I want to see.''

''What?'' Shinazugawa sweatdropped. ''No, her vagina is nor... what are we even talking about!''

''Then why?''

Sanemi realised what game Rengoku was playing and it got on his nerves. Yet, he had to admit, it was something he was thinking about. Why did the thought of you disappearing after you got what you wanted hurt him?

''I don't know.'' The whitehaired sighed.

''Maybe you could use some advice?''

Shinazugawa only glanced from under his messy hair and rolled his eyes.

''Maybe you have a crush?'' The blonde asked.

''I'm not in love.'' Sanemi spat out.

''I don't say it's love. It may be just an innocent crush.'' Rebgoku spread his hands in the air. ''Next time you meet, don't just bang, talk to her.''

''How do you know we will meet next time? You actually came in the middle of her saying if she wants to or not.''

''Let's just say I have a feeling.''

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yellowjacketsgayfanfic · 11 months

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After a few weeks of cyber-stalking, Misty decides to ask you out

SUBMISSION: Hello!! Can you write a fic where misty becomes obsessed with one of her patients daughter? (maybe they’re around 21-25) they come to visit often and always say hello to misty. they get to know each other and eventually misty asks them out

The blue light of Misty's laptop lit her face, creating a glare in her glasses. She slowly sipped on a mug filled with chamomile tea in her basement kitchen.

"Recent graduate of Purchase College's Film Conservatory." She read out loud to herself. "She's from the area but currently lives in Park Slope..." She continued to scroll through your instagram posts.

Then, she saw exactly what she had been hoping for; a photo of you at last years pride parade with a massive gay flag wrapped around you. A grin made its way to her face. "I knew it. I have an excellent gaydar."

Caligula squawked at Misty.

Misty scoffed, rolling her eyes dramatically, "Oh my God. You don't have to remind me! I was literally seventeen."

The bird once again squawked before flying upstairs.

"So rude." Misty whispered under her breath.

***

The next day, you had come into the facility to visit with your mother. She had been fighting cancer nearly your whole life, keeping periods of remission before falling back into it again. This last time though, it was far too advanced to fight back. It had always been just you and her. You didn't know what you were going to do when she passed to the other side. Although at this point, with her barely ever being responsive and almost always asleep, it was as though she had already gone.

You were sitting at the side of your moms bed, feet up near hers, your computer open as you worked on a project you were very passionate about. It was your first real independent film.

Misty shuffled into the room with the same big smile on her face. "Oh, hello, Y/N."

You lifted your head and removed an air pod from your ear, flashing her a kind smile. "Hey, Misty. I was disappointed not to see you earlier."

"Oh, yeah." Misty laughed nervously, tucking her curls behind her ear. "There was a uh, schedule change. I have the night shift today."

You rubbed your very tired eyes. "Well, maybe you can help me stay awake then. I have a lot of work to do."

"I have to do my rounds and relieve the day nurses but..." Misty nodded excitedly. "I would love to."

You chuckled. "Okay, I'll see you later, then."

Misty practically ran out of the room to tend to her other responsibilities. "She was disappointed not to see me!" She whispered to herself happily.

***

After checking in with her other patients and waiting for the other nurses to leave, Misty could finally head back to your mothers room where she knew you were.

When she came in, you were slouched over your computer completely passed out. Misty thought you were so cute when you slept, and she knew that because you often fell asleep at your mothers bedside and she liked to watch.

She walked up to you and tapped your shoulder. You startled awake, looking at Misty through blurred vision. You blinked a few times, taking a sharp breath. "I should resign myself to the fact that I'm not getting anything done tonight." You chuckled, closing your laptop.

"I made you hot chocolate." Misty handed you a hot foam cup. "I added cinnamon. It's my favorite way to drink it."

You grinned up at her. "I like cinnamon in my hot chocolate too."

"Wow, really?" Misty took the seat beside you. "We have a lot in common."

"Do we?" You humored her, sipping on the drink she provided for you.

"Sure we do. We both like film," a lie, "we both like cinnamon in our hot chocolate, and we both went to last years New York City's pride parade."

You squinted at her. "How did you know that?"

Misty paused, her face falling, realizing her mistake. "Oh. Well, I just figured because...you're gay."

"I never told you I was gay." You stated, crossing your arms, incredibly amused.

Misty was flustered now. "Okay. I may or may not have done some minor cyber stalking." If you could call weeks worth of searching your name on every social media platform possible 'minor' cyber stalking, that is.

"Okay. So then why were you at last years pride parade?" You asked, cocking your head to the side playfully.

"Well I," Misty placed her hand on her chest, "identify as queer. I came out a little later in life, but it's never too late to be true to yourself."

"You're so true, Misty."

She blushed, not totally understanding that turn of phrase.

"I guess we do have a lot in common then, because I am very single, and so are you." You smirked.

Misty gave you a look of confusion.

"You're not the only one with google." You retorted.

"Would you...want to go on a date with me?" Misty asked gently. "I know things must be hard right now with your mother and all but-"

"I could really use time away from all of this." You responded. "I would love to go on a date with you, Misty."

Once again Misty could not control her grin. "Where do you want to go?"

"How about bowling. This weekend?"

"I love bowling!" Misty exclaimed.

You thought Misty's excitement was sweet. You laughed at her response. "Bowling it is."

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capricornmuffins · 11 months

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Majorly in need of Kendall’s improved and sweet birthday please!! 👀🎂❤️

Anything for you, lovely!! Thank you for the inspo as always! ❤️❤️ this is fluffy and also a little angsty because ken and Rava are separated at this point in the timeline and I have no self control. I’m sorry this got so long!

Summary: A happier birthday for Kendall. Set a few months before the pilot.

Some smuttiness under the cut also!

Anyway, Don’t Be a Stranger

“Hey!” Her warm smile greets him when he answers the FaceTime. “Happy birthday, grandpa.”

“Yeah,” he scoffs, unfastening the tie he put on. Too stuffy. “Thanks. 39–fucking prehistoric.”

“Did you get your AARP brochure yet? Or is that the big 4-0?”

“Uh huh. Laugh it up. You’re next.”

“Hey, I still have 4 months to go, so. You’ll always be old first.”

“Oh, that’s nice. You uh—you better have a great present for me. To make up for this fucking harassment on my birthday.”

“Who said I’m getting you a present?” She asks, brow raised.

He huffs a laugh. It’s too easy to fall back into their usual banter—he never knows quite where to draw a line.

“What are the kids doing?”

“Getting ready for school, but they want to say hi—hey, guys? Daddy’s on the phone.”

“Happy birthday daddy!” Sophie practically screeches on the other end. Her crooked smile makes Kendall’s heart constrict. She grows every time he sees her—which is admittedly less these days. He’s burning the candle at both ends, getting ready to take up the mantle at Waystar.

Only a few more months to go til Dad’s 80th. The final countdown.

“Thanks, baby girl. You pick your dress out today?”

“Yes! It’s my new one from Auntie Shiv.” She hands the phone back to Rava so she can do a twirl.

“Wow, look at you! Auntie Shiv picked out a beauty. You look great, sweetie. What’s Ivey doing?”

“He’s here—he wants to say hi,” Sophie passes the phone to Iverson.

His baby boy. His son. His legacy.

“Hey buddy!”

“Hi daddy,” Iverson waves, pushing his too-big glasses up the bridge of his nose. Kendall aches.

“You all ready for school?”

“Uh huh.”

He hears Rava whisper to him offscreen.

“Happy birthday,” he recites dutifully.

“Thanks, bud. Hey—I got a new Lego set for us. It’s that Spider-Man one you wanted.”

“Cool!” He nods enthusiastically, a genuine smile lighting up his little face. “Will you help me build it? Like last time?”

“Sure will. I think you’re gonna like this one even better.”

“Hey, Ken—we have to run—“

“Oh, sure—have a good day at school guys. I love you.”

“Bye daddy,” The answer in unison.

“Hey—one sec,” Rava comes back on.

“What’s up?”

“I know you have them this weekend, so I haven’t asked. But—do you have any plans tonight? For your birthday?”

“Um—“ He wishes he could say he was throwing a cool party, or even just having dinner at Dad and Marcia’s. He should just lie, because his actual plan of working as late as humanly possible and passing out is pathetic even to him.

“I’m sure you probably do—“ she goes on, almost nervously.

“I um—yeah, I don’t, actually. Been a lot going on at work, you know, with everything. So—I was just gonna work late.”

There’s an almost pitying look in her eyes that makes him feel even worse.

“Well, if you don’t feel like being at the office for 14 hours, I was wondering if um—maybe you’d want to come over for dinner? With the kids?”

“I—wait—really?”

“Yeah—I would have asked sooner, but um—I don’t know. I figured you’d have plans.”

“Yeah,” he scoffs. “I’m uh—I’m in really high demand.”

She laughs a little. “You usually are.”

“Yeah—I don’t know about that. But um—sure, that sounds great. Really great.”

“Yeah?” She looks relieved. As if he’d say no to her. “You wouldn’t rather be out with the guys?”

“Come on, no way.”

“Okay,” she smiles. “Okay, good. You think you can get here for 6:30? They usually eat at 6, but I know it’s not easy getting out early around there.”

His mind flashes to the nights he wasn’t home until 9 or later, too coked up to eat the food she’d leave out for him. He screws his eyes shut and lets it pass. Bad, bad times.

“Yeah, no, that’s fine.”

“You sure?”

“I think they can let the birthday boy out early. I’ll be there.”

“Great. I’m glad we’re doing this. It’s been a little while since the four of us had dinner together…” she trails off.

“Uh huh. Yeah, this is good. And hey—thanks, Rav.”

“Yeah, of course. See you tonight.”

It’s his second birthday since they’ve been separated. Last year was spent in a black hole of depression after she left with the kids. She took them to her parents, brought him to rehab, and left him with the promise that this whole thing was temporary. Just so he could completely focus on his sobriety.

They’d get through it, she said, but she needed time. How much more fucking time did she need?

This time last year, he hoped he wouldn’t see 39. The sky fell and fell and fell. He’s better now — rehab and therapy have stuck. He’s learned to live with the pain, like some incurable disease. But the hole in his heart is still there, it scabs over and the slightest misstep reopens the wound. He’s all scar tissue. She still hasn’t come back to him fully, only in late night phone calls and the occasional dinner hand-offs that feel like explicit trysts.

But now, she’s finally throwing him the life vest. He’s fucking taking it.

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He spends the last hour of the work day anxiously checking his watch. He needs to be en route to Rava’s by 6 and he’s determined to get there on time. He’s going to prove to her that his head is clear, that he can be the man she needs again. To prove what a good father he is.

“Hey, dad—“ he sticks his head in to Logan’s office. “I’m heading out.”

“Bankers hours today?”

“I’m uh—I’m having dinner with Rava and the kids.”

Logan’s face is stony.

“For my—for my birthday.”

“Uh huh,” he looks like he wants to say more, but remains impassive. “Well. Good. That’s fine.”

“So I’ll—I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Well, when you’re done there, if you want to come by for a drink—you know, for your birthday. Marcy and I will be home.”

“Oh, yeah. Sure.”

“Good. Give the kids my love, won’t you?”

He’s no longer looking at him, attention back on his screen. Dismissed.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll bring them by soon.”

“Happy birthday, kiddo,” he says, still not looking up.

“Thanks.”

He feels light as he gets into the idling Mercedes.

“‘Sup, Fikret.”

“Evening, Mr. Roy. To Rava’s as planned?”

“Please.”

He puts on his headphones to decompress from the day, stomach fluttering in anticipation of seeing Rava and the kids. Their absence has taken up permanent residency in his ribcage and he can’t shake it loose. It’s ever-present, the weight of his fractured family. His failure. Loneliness.

But today he feels hope, because he knows they’re getting back together. She’ll see that everything will work out. They’re just going through a rough patch right now. He has to pay the toll for his sins.

“Thanks Fikret,” he nods as he steps out of the car. Rava’s new building feels tall and looming and unfamiliar.

She buzzes him up and opens the door herself instead of her usual housekeeper. His heart almost leaps out of his chest at the sight of her. She’s casual in faded jeans that hug her perfectly, and a fashionably slouchy white sweater. She’s done her hair and makeup though — he tries not to feel too good about it.

“Hey,” she greets him with an easy smile, the one that sucks the air out of him.

“Hey,” he tries to sound chill, but he feels like he just ran the fucking New York Marathon.

He clocks her taking in his Brioni suit with a flicker of satisfaction.

“You look nice,” she says.

He leans in to embrace her, his confidence growing. Her sweater is soft, tangible against his fingers, grounding him. But the scent of her Jo Malone is still a gut punch, so he’s careful not to inhale too deeply.

She rubs his back, almost absentmindedly, before pulling away.

“Thanks. So do you.”

“Oh, thanks. I’ve been running around,” she waves him off. “The kids are so happy you’re coming.”

“Really?” He smiles, daring to let himself be cheered at the thought.

“Mhmm,” she gives him a funny look. “Did you think they wouldn’t be?”

“I mean—I dunno. We FaceTime almost every day. I’m not that exciting.”

“You’re their dad, Ken,” she reminds him gently. “They always want to see you.”

He nods, swallowing a lump in his throat.

“Hey, guys? Dad’s here!” Rava calls out up the stairs. The sound of barreling footsteps echoes from the second floor.

“Don’t run down the stairs, please,” she adds. “This spiral staircase is a fucker,” she says to him.

“Architectural Digest’s wet dream, though,” he notes.

“Hi daddy!” Sophie appears at the top of the stairs, consciously making an effort to walk slowly.

“Hey, there’s my best girl,” he opens his arms to her. She hits the last step and launches herself into him.

Iverson follows behind, nudging himself into Kendall’s side.

“Hey, slugger,” he ruffles his hair, pulling him in for a hug.

Sophie wraps her little arms around his neck and looks at him earnestly, the way she has since she was a toddler.

“Daddy, we’re making you a present. Me and Ivey have to finish it. Okay?”

She reminds him so much of Rava, all soft eyes and self-assurance and abundant affection.

“Whatever you say, wild honey-pie.”

She kisses his cheek, making him want to sink to the floor and weep.

Iverson stays quiet, looking at the ground. His boy, a piece of his soul, who’s so much like him in every way he almost wants to shake it out of him, like a fucking genetics Etch-A-Sketch.

“How was school today, guys?”

“Good. We learned about presidents. I said that you know the President in real life,” Sophie informs him.

“Oh yeah? You remember meeting him a few years ago? When you were like—“ he puts his hand down by his knee. “Yay high?”

“Uh huh,” Sophie nods. “He was weird.”

He and Rava both snort.

“Yeah, uh—he is kinda weird, huh?”

“Grandpa likes him,” Iverson comments.

“Yeah—Grandpa likes everyone.” He means it as a joke. Rava raises an eyebrow, and he shoots her a look.

“Hey,” she intercedes. “You wanna guess what’s for dinner?”

“Uh—how about….” He looks between Sophie and Iverson. “Spaghetti worms?”

“No!” T hey giggle.

“No?” He smiles. “Huh, okay. Dirt cake?”

“Daddy,” Sophie rolls her eyes fondly.

“Okay, okay. Tell me.”

They both look at Rava and shrug.

“I had Margareta make your favorite filet. You know I’m hopeless with a steak.”

“You—you did?” He prickles with pleasant surprise.

“Well yeah! You have to have your favorite meal on your birthday,” she smiles.

Fuck, he loves her. This feels like how it used to be. He wants to say fuck the dinner and lay her down on the countertop—

He exhales heavily, expelling the pent up emotion from his lungs.

“You are fucking hopeless with a steak.”

“Little ears,” she nods to the kids, but there’s a glint of humor in her eyes.

“That’s a bad word,” Iverson informs him.

“I know, I’m sorry buddy. That doesn’t mean you get to say it, okay?”

Iverson nods.

They spend the next hour at the dining room table. His appetite has returned more recently, particularly now that he’s clean. It’s been a long time since he’s tasted a homemade meal, usually preferring takeout sushi if he isn’t at a business dinner.

“No steak for you, Soph?” He asks.

“Her friend Avery Bancroft is a vegetarian, so…” Rava offers.

“Oh, right. That Bancroft?”

“Uh huh.”

“Red meat is gross. It’s all bloody,” Sophie wrinkles her nose.

Iverson picks at his plain pasta.

“How’s your pasta, Ive?” He asks.

“Good. I put butter on it now.”

“Awesome, bud.” He thinks that’s the right answer.

“Mom, Ivey and I need to go finish daddy’s present.”

“Okay, go ahead.”

“Can’t wait,” he calls after them.

She clears their plates, and he helps stack the dishwasher, despite Margareta hovering nearby.

“You want some coffee?” She asks.

“Uh…yeah. Sounds good,” he smiles.

He sits down at the island as she sets to making them coffee. She doesn’t ask him how he takes it, but still makes it perfectly.

“You remembered,” he notes.

“I’ve been making your coffee for like, 15 years. Have you figured out how to use your machine yet?” She teases.

“Fuck off,” he laughs. “And no. Carla handles that…”

“Helpless,” she rolls her eyes. He tosses a sugar packet at her.

“What’s new with you? How’s work?” He asks, trying to keep things on neutral ground.

“It’s good—you know, the usual. Taking on more projects lately than I normally would.”

“What, you strapped for cash?” He jokes, trying to keep the bitterness out of it.

“Ha ha. No, I just…need to throw myself into things right now.”

“I uh—I get it.”

“But hey, I got you something.”

“You—you got me something?”

“It’s um—it’s nothing crazy. Just a card.”

She procures an envelope from the basket on the granite counter, simply reading Ken.

The card is simple, almost generic. Not much like the Husband birthday cards she used to thoughtfully pick out for him, making sure the words aligned with her feelings perfectly.

But he opens it, and lottery tickets fall out. He chuckles, remembering the year she started adding them to his birthday gifts as an inside joke. They were engaged at the time.

Happy birthday, Ken. I’m so proud of all the work you’ve put in this year. I hope 39 is happy and healthy! Love, Rav

Love.

He’s touched. He holds the lottery tickets in his hand. If you win, you have to leave Waystar and start a rival company, she used to say. They’d spend all night coming up with names and business plans.

“Never did win any of these.”

“Maybe this’ll be your year,” she smiles sadly.

“Thank you, Rav. You didn’t have to.”

She shrugs. “It’s still your birthday.”

“Dadddy!” Comes Sophie’s voice from the top of the stairs. “Close your eyes!”

“Okay,” he plays along, covering his eyes. He can’t see the smile on Rava’s face, but he knows it’s there.

He hears their footsteps come into the kitchen.

“Okay, open!”

Sophie is proudly holding up what looks like an art project, a poster with all kinds of construction paper shapes glued to it. There are 7 or 8 pictures of him and the kids, and a couple of the 4 of them, glued haphazardly around the construction paper. Stickers dot the borders.

At the bottom, I LOVE MY DAD is written in Sophie’s messy handwriting. They’ve both signed their names.

Kendall can’t speak. He feels like he’s been broken in half.

“Do you like it?” Iverson asks, proud of his handiwork.

“Guys—“ he chokes out. “I love it. This is so great, thank you. Wow. Come here.”

He scoops them both into each arm and hugs them against him. They nuzzle into him and he tries desperately not to let his eyes well up. He might be failing.

Rava unexpectedly joins the hug, wrapping her arms around all of them.

“We saved the best for last,” she says.

“There’s more?”

“Cake!” Sophie and Iverson chorus.

———

After they eat cake, and the kids have showered and gone to bed (Ken even got to tuck them in), he and Rava are sitting on her couch.

“This is the best birthday I’ve had in a while,” he says. “Last couple of years have been—“ he doesn’t need to finish the sentence. She knows. “Thank you.”

“I’m glad we could do it.”

“And, hey, this place looks great,” he looks around the vast living room. His unofficial, non-legally-mandated child support is clearly doing it’s job.

It’s surreal that she has a whole

new home, with new furniture and art on the walls and sculptures on the coffee tables. But he still sees traces of their life before—there are scattered pictures of him with the kids, of his arms around a radiantly pregnant Rava, of him holding Iverson in the hospital when he was born.

He thinks of his own home, their home, that still carries her ghost. He can still smell her on his sheets, hear her stilettos on the marble entryway, feel the indent on her side of the bed.

“Oh, thanks! Yeah—I actually brought in a decorator this time around.”

“What? Given up your interior design side hustle?” She’d always insisted on decorating their previous homes herself, filling them with familiar touches.

“Yeah, I just—I didn’t have it in me for this one,” she shrugs. There’s sadness behind her nonchalance, and he feels it in his bones. He can fix this.

“Rava—it doesn’t—it doesn’t have to be like this,” he looks at her earnestly, trying to reach her the way he used to.

“Ken,” she sighs.

“Seriously—hasn’t this little trial separation gone on long enough? I mean, come on.”

“You’re doing so well. You’re sober and getting ready for the big job—I just—I think you should stay focused,” she puts a hand on his knee.

“I am—I’ve turned things around. I’m good. I’m in a really fucking good headspace.”

“I know,” she pats his knee. “I meant it—I’m really proud of you. I want you to be happy.”

“But I’m not—I’m not like— happy happy. Not without you. Or them.”

She closes her eyes and sighs. When she opens them, they’re glassy.

“You still have them, Ken. They adore you.“

It’s a small comfort.

“I know, but I mean—are—are you happy? That they have to FaceTime me every night instead of us all being together? Do you like going to sleep alone every night?”

“Well it’s not ideal, obviously, but—“

“Because I fucking hate it, Rav. It’s been awful without you.”

She looks pained. “I’m sorry. I am. Believe me—this hasn’t been easy for me either.”

He wants to dispute that, but then he remembers the first few months of their separation. When she’d call him at 2 am. They’d stay on the phone in silence until she fell asleep. Sometimes he’d hear her crying quietly.

“I can do both, now. I can focus on being the big boss and you guys. That’s all that matters to me.”

She brings a hand gently to his face, cupping his cheek. He leans in to her touch.

“We can’t keep doing this,” she protests, but it’s half-hearted.

He leans in closer, eyeing her lips. He wants to suck her in until she’s absorbed into his bloodstream.

“Do you—do you still love me?” He asks tentatively. He’s both confident in and terrified of her answer.

She pulls back a little, removing her hand.

“That’s not fair.”

“No—I’m sorry. I know.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Okay, sure. But it is. I mean, do you still love me or not?”

She bites her lip, nodding imperceptibly. He catches it nonetheless. His heart leaps. She still loves him. He feels that pesky glimmer of hope again.

“That’s—that’s never been the issue.”

“Then what the fuck are we doing?”

“We’re doing the right thing.”

“How? That doesn’t—that doesn’t even make any sense? How can us not being together be the right thing?”

“You know why.”

“I’ve done everything you asked. I went to rehab. I’m sober. I’m in therapy.”

“Ken,” she clutches at his hand. “I’ve already gone through one devastating breakup here, okay? I can’t do it again.”

“But we wouldn’t break up again. I’m better now. We’re still not—I mean, we’re not like, really broken up. We’re just taking a break.”

“Okay Ross,” she laughs a little.

“Hey,” he leans back in, close to her face. He looks into her eyes. “I still love you. Okay? I love you.”

“You can’t just say that,” her voice wobbles.

“It’s the truth, baby.”

He can see the walls crumbling within her. He leans in even closer, forehead resting against hers. His lips a millimeter away from brushing hers.

“Ken, please,” she whispers. “Don’t.”

He pulls back, stinging like she’s slapped him.

“Okay, fine. I won’t—if you don’t want me to. I’ll stop. I’m—I’m sorry.”

She searches his eyes and he feels heat rising in his cheeks. She always makes him feel raw and exposed.

To his surprise, she grabs his face and brings her lips to his.

He hungrily grabs at her and she climbs clumsily into his lap. Her hands run through his hair while his travel up and down her back. He can feel her smile into the kiss, making him do the same.

This feels good, this feels right. He can feel himself coming back to life.

He skims his fingers under her sweater, making her shiver. She begins to undo the remaining buttons on his shirt as he moves to the button of her jeans. He’s already hard as a fucking rock as she wiggles out of her jeans, grinding against him. The feel of her wet cotton panties makes him moan in her ear.

“Rav,” he growls, fingers threaded in her hair, gripping at her scalp.

She pulls off his shirt, running her hands over the planes of his chest, down his stomach, like she’s reacquainting herself with the feel of him.

“Touch me,” she whispers, nibbling his earlobe, the spot she knows drives him crazy.

He indulges her command.

They end up on the floor of the living room (the couch was nowhere near big enough) while the kids still sleep peacefully upstairs.

They’re spent, panting and sweaty. Her hair is stuck to her forehead, and he brushes it aside. She shoots him an almost-nervous smile. He squeezes her into him.

“That was—“

“Yeah—wow.”

“That was fucking interstellar sex. Holy shit.”

“Yeah—what was that new move? Have you been using it lately?”

“Oh, yeah. I’ve had a lot of dates to practice it on.”

She narrows her eyes, and he basks in her hint of jealousy.

“With uh—with Pornhub. And my right hand. Or your nudes.”

She laughs, whacking him in the stomach. He grunts exaggeratedly, curling in on himself. “You should delete those.”

“Easy, killer. You know I’m fragile right after I cum.”

“Mhmm,” she grins.

“You think they heard us?” He nods at the stairs.

“Nah. They’re hard sleepers.”

“They get that from you. A fucking freight train crashing into the bedroom couldn’t wake you up,” he recalls, making her snort.

“Iverson is like you though,” she says. “He has trouble falling asleep sometimes. Gets jumpy. He needs to be woken up gently.”

“Yeah, there’s no waking you up gently. I used to have to practically toss you onto the floor. Dump water on your head and shit.”

“Shut up,” she laughs again, resting her head against his shoulder. “You never did that.”

“How would you know? You fuckin’ slept through it.”

He grins at her laughter. It’s the kind he used to be able to pull from her easily. He wants to drink it up, snort it like powder.

“Okay, stop. We’re actually gonna wake them,” she’s wiping tears of mirth from her eyes.

“Should we—“

Before he can say should we go to bed, his phone vibrates from the pile of their clothes. Her smile fades a bit.

“Sorry, one sec—“ he rummages for his pants, pulling his iPhone out of the pocket.

“Fuck. It’s Dad. Just—just let me get rid of him,” he promises, pleading with his eyes. Her smile is gone, replaced with a resigned look on her face.

“Hey, Dad.”

“Are you still coming?”

“Oh—shit, sorry. I forgot. I’m still at Rava’s.”

“Uh huh. Marcy and I are going to bed. So don’t bother.”

“Fuck. Sorry dad. I’ve been spending time with the kids—“

“Right, sure, sure. Good.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh huh. You have a good night, kiddo.”

“Uh—thanks, Dad. Hey, um—“

Logan’s already hung up.

“Well, fuck. Whoops.”

“What’s up?” Rava asks, covering herself with a blanket from the couch.

“I told Dad I’d stop by tonight, after this. But—“

“Oh. Right.”

“Yeah it’s—it’s fine. Whatever. I’d rather be here, obviously. I just didn’t think we’d—“

“Yeah, I—me either. Maybe we shouldn’t have—“

“Hey, no no. I wanted to. You have no idea—“

He reaches for her before she can slip out of his grasp again. She looks hurt.

“It’s just—it would have been nice to—I don’t know. Not make plans with your dad overlapping dinner with us. That’s all.”

“Hey, come on. It wasn’t like that. I told him maybe I would, if I wasn’t—if you didn’t want me to stay long.”

Her eyes soften. But she picks up her clothes and starts to get dressed.

“Rav,” he can feel the magic of the last hour fading away, and he clings to her arm. “Please. Let’s just—let’s go to bed.”

She rubs a hand over her face. “I don’t want the kids getting the wrong idea—“

He feels the air deflate from his lungs, crushed.

“Right,” he scoffs.

“No—Ken, not like that—“

“Uh huh. No, sure. Sure.”

“I just—I don’t want to rush into things. I’m trying to set boundaries.”

“Oh, yeah, well. I’d argue that me being inside you is not a great fucking boundary?” He spits.

“I know, I know. I just—when I’m with you—you know? When I’m with you—“ she trails off, looking anguished, grabbing at his hand.

He sighs, anger releasing.

“I know.”

“It’s been so hard,” she wipes at her eyes. “It’s not fair. It fucking sucks.”

He’s caught off guard and a little indignant. She thinks it’s been hard? His anger flares up again, withdrawing his hand.

“This whole fucking thing was your idea. You wanted this.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t—want this. This wasn’t in the fucking vows, you know?” she sighs, defeated. “I can’t rehash this all again.”

“Uh huh—maybe pass it off to your therapist. I’m gonna go.”

“Kendall,” she puts a hand on his arm. “I don’t want to ruin this—tonight felt like we were a family again.”

“Yeah, it did.” He feels cagey, like he needs to pace.

“Can we not—can we not leave this angrily? Please?”

She looks down at the ground, still wrapped in the blanket. She chews a nail nervously—an old habit. He feels a pang of guilt, and his anger deflates.

“I’m sorry. I’m working on not reacting emotionally,” he parrots his therapist calmly.

“I know. It’s okay.”

“I’m gonna—I am gonna go, actually. I’m sorry. I just—I’m sorry, Rava.”

“I know,” she placates. “You’re okay.”

He nods, willing it to be true. He takes her card and the kids present.

“I’ll um—I’ll see you Friday. For pickup.”

“Yes—let me know what time works.”

“Yeah, will do.”

She cautiously wraps her arms around him, rubbing his back. He sighs, returning the hug.

“I’m sorry,” he says again.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. Happy birthday.”

Late that night, he’s laying in bed. He feels shitty. He’s hovering over their text thread, wishing he was in bed with her. He fucking hates all of this.

He clutches the kids gift close to him, like if he holds it tight enough, their belief in him will rub off.

As he debates calling her, because he’s desperate for her comforting words, he sees that she’s calling him.

“Hey,” he answers in surprise. “I was—I was thinking about you.”

“Me too. I um—can we—“

“Uh—yeah. Yeah, of course.”

“Okay,” she sounds relieved.

He closes his eyes and lays the phone down next to his head, each of them falling asleep to the sound of their breathing.

#succession fic #Kendall Roy #Rava Roy #kenrava #kendall x rava

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writingjjfics · 2 years

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I need you pt. 2

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

Warnings: Talk about injuries, fighting and few curse words

Request: Part 2 of I need you. You can find part 1 here!

Summary: JJ comes to your house after confronting Rafe where he admits to you why he cares about you so much.

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: I'm sorry if this is bad. I have so much work to do and my entire life is one big chaos but I really wanted to write this asap.

"y/n", you heard faintly in the background.

"y/n, wake up!!!"

The sound got louder and someone lightly poked you in the shoulder. You groaned, not ready to wake up just yet. Your head still hurt, almost like you had a massive hangover, except this hangover wasn't caused by alcohol. You looked over your shoulder and were met with John B's face.

"What do you need John B? I was sleeping", you said irritated.

"Sorry to wake you up, but-", John B began, but stopped talking when he took a closer look at your face. "Wow, what happened to you"

You took a deep breath since it was another reminder of what happened last night. "Some Kook bullshit, I'll explain later. Don't worry"

It was then that you noticed the empty spot next to you.

"Where is JJ?". You could've sworn that you fell asleep next to him and you would have expected him to stay with you. You wanted him to stay with you.

"I don't know. He was already gone when I came back this morning. But uh, some guys from school are coming over in a few minutes to work on a school project, and you are welcome to stay of course, but I just wanted to let you know"

You raised your eyebrows in confusion. JJ wasn't working today or planned to go somewhere as far as you knew, so he had no intentions of leaving the house so soon.

"It's okay, I need to go home anyway", you stood up and kissed John B on the cheek. "Good luck! See you later, B"

As you were walking home you were a bit nervous. Nervous about how your parents would react if they saw your face. Your parents are very easy-going people. They let you drink, smoke, party, hang out with whoever you want, and so on, but when it comes to fighting or you getting hurt they are suddenly very overprotective. Last year when they found out some guy touched your ass without consent, they didn't let you go to parties for a few weeks, "for your safety" and wanted you to send them hourly updates on where you were going. It was sweet of them, but you were really not in the mood to have that happen again.

Meanwhile, on your way home, you tried to call and message JJ. It still didn't sit well with you that he just left without saying anything. But you got no reaction. Your house came into view and you sent JJ one last text message before going in.

You thought about sneaking in and quietly going to your bedroom to avoid your parents but then you realized you probably had to avoid them for a week before your face would heal, so that was not an option. Better to get it over with.

"I'm homeee!", you yelled as you stood in the hallway.

"We are in the living room honey", you heard your mother's response from a distance.

Slowly you entered the living room. Your parents looked happy but as soon as they saw your face their faces dropped and they stood up with concern.

"What happened to you y/n?"

You wanted to lie, but even if you came up with some bad lie, they'd still freak out, so you told the truth.

"Rafe and his friend cornered me last night while I was walking home from work and he attacked me, but don't worry JJ picked me up and took care of me", you mumbled. Your mother wanted to respond but you were quicker. "But I'm very tired and I really want to go to sleep and forget about it, so if that's okay with you, I'll go upstairs", you moved backward and pointed towards the stairs. Your mother came closer and kissed you on the forehead.

"That's okay honey, go to sleep. But after you're awake we will talk about this!"

You nodded satisfied and went upstairs to your room. You had not received any messages or calls in the meantime. Still nothing from JJ. With a sigh, you fell onto your bed. Your head and body still hurt. You slid closer to the top of your bed, grabbed your pillow and stuffed animal to cuddle for comfort, and closed your eyes, ready to fall asleep.

You woke up abruptly when you heard someone knocking on your window. You were confused at first but jumped out of bed when it hit you that it's JJ who always comes through the window. However, your cheerful mood disappeared completely when you saw his face. It was almost like looking in the mirror. His face was covered in blood and bruises, a few cuts and he had a split lip. You sprinted to the window and opened it.

"What the fuck happened J! Did you go home? Why would you do that? I've been calling you all day!", you rambled on slightly annoyed. He casually shrugged his shoulders. "Needed to teach someone a lesson", he smirked.

You raised your eyebrows in confusion giving him a questionable look. "The fuck you're talking about?"

"Let's just say Rafe won't come near you anytime soon", he stated proudly. You gasped for a moment but soon burst out laughing. "Oh my god, did you just really confront Rafe for me?" You never liked it when JJ got into a fight, but you couldn't help but find this funny. Rafe deserved it.

"Yup, now I would really love to get that special treatment you told me about not so long ago", he teased wiggling his eyebrows. You knew exactly what he meant. You rolled your eyes, took his hand and dragged him to your bathroom. But before you entered, you turned around.

“You didn’t kill him did you?”

“Nah, I'd like to, but that’s not really my style”, he replied coolly as he hopped on the counter in the bathroom. You chuckled and walked to your cabinet where you had your first aid kit. You bought the kit a few years ago when JJ started coming to your house often after his dad's beatings. You never used it for yourself, only for JJ. You hate to see him hurt, but you couldn't deny that you love the intimate moments with him.

Picking up the cloth you begin dapping his face lightly. He flinched a little, but he was used to the feeling. You squeezed his hand for comfort.

"J, can I ask you something?", you asked nervously

"You, always, what's wrong?"

"Why did you confront Rafe for me?"

JJ shrugged his shoulders, just like he did earlier when you asked him about the situation. "He needs to learn not to fuck around with you, or me for that matter"

"Yeah, okay. But would you have done the same if it was Kie who got hurt?"

JJ remained silent. Yes, he cares about Kie, but he wouldn't know if he would do the same for her. She doesn't mean as much to him as you do. The tension in the bathroom became apparent. You both couldn't look each other in the eyes. You started to think it was a stupid question. You shook your head feeling stupid for asking.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I asked that. Of course you would do the same for Kie"

"No, I wouldn't", JJ replied quickly. If he wanted to tell you how he felt, he had to do it now. He finally looked you in the eye. He played with his fingers to calm his nerves.

"y/n, you uhm, you mean a lot to me. Not just as a friend. I don't know when it happened", he stopped talking and chuckled nervously thinking back to a few years ago when he started to realize he felt different around you. "No, I know exactly when and how it happened. I started to catch feelings for you y/n. And I know it's stupid to fall for your best friend, but god, that's so fucking difficult when it comes to you. I tried to tell you so many times, but I never had the courage to do it. Because why would a girl like you like-", you cut his ramble off by crashing your lips together. JJ was taken aback at first but soon joined in by grabbing your neck and waist to bring you closer. It felt like everything finally fell into place. You together as to how it always was supposed to be. The kiss was full of passion, and a slight taste of blood coming from his lip, but honestly, you couldn't care less. After a while, you pull apart to catch your breath.

"A girl 'like me' would like a guy 'like you' exactly for the way you treat me. Like I'm your only priority. It is pretty damn hard not to catch feelings for you too", you whispered. You saw JJ visibly relax by your words. It made you giggle. He looked so cute at the moment. You took his hand and tried to lead him to your bed, but he pulled you back so close that your foreheads touched.

"I love you y/n", he whispered. You blushed. You couldn't really believe this was happening. Perhaps your mind was playing tricks on you and you did suffer a concussion. Or you were still dreaming. But the look he gave you at that moment felt so pure. So real.

"I love you J, so much" You both leaned in to kiss once again.

"This is even better than those face kisses", JJ grinned making you laugh.

"Yeah, how is your face? Does it still hurt?"

"Now that you mention it, it's starting to hurt again. Maybe I know something else that makes me feel better?", JJ smirked. That damn smirk makes you feel things, oh boy.

"I don't think my parents will let me out of this house anytime soon, so you're in luck babe", you teased as you grabbed his hand and led him to your bed.

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busterheadspace · 1 year

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What about a jealousy fic that has both reagigi and breagan. So Brett’s in love with reagan but he’s taking too long with it so Gigi flirts with reagan to speed up the process and because Gigi’s hot it works a lil bit. Breagan happy ending tho

I never flirted before so sorry if it’s incorrect

Also I’m sorry if requests are taking long. I’m almost done with the Inside Job requests that were sent.

Note:Ask are open but might be slow to finish

—-

Gigi was getting ready to clock out and leave when from the corner of her eyes, caught Brett looking at Reagan from his seat. The scientist was looking at her phone but Gigi knew about how they felt about each other .

Brett was in love with Reagan. He would always deny it believing they were just “BFF Forever.” but she could see through the goddamn lie. The way he would accidentally stare at her while she's working. Trying his best not to upset her, hanging out with her. Reagan always gave him a smile with what he does and he would laugh nervously, a light blush on his face.

Reagan may have feelings for him as well. Although she didn't really show around him, sometimes Gigi would hear Reagan gush about Brett. How he helped her and how nice he looked.

Brett stands up and Gigi watches, hoping that this would finally be it. A confession after months of pining?! Of course it would in the War Room but something is finally happening between the two of them

"Reagan." She looked up from her phone.

This was it!

"Do you have a pen I can borrow?" Oh you.. They had to be fucking with her right now? Reagan takes out a pen from her pocket. They're not....

"God damnit! Gigi exclaimed, shooting up from her seat. Brett and Reagan looked at her confused.

"Uh.. Gigi? What's wrong?"

The woman doesn't respond and rolls her eyes and storms out of the room. She enjoyed seeing people fall in love but it was driving her crazy with how oblivious they were. What could speed the process up..

"Media Thompson!"

A man shouts to Gigi. She didn't bother facing them. A lot of people wanted her number but she didn't find many of them worth giving out.

"You're looking really pretty today!"

Gigi scowled but an idea came up. Perhaps she could speed the process up. She was attractive so maybe she could mess with both of them.. A smile forms on her face.

—-

The elevator door dinged and Reagan stepped out and headed toward her lab. A little work she wanted to finish so she could finish some more personal projects.

To her surprise, Gigi was standing outside her lab door with a cocky smile. Why was she here?

“Hey, girl. I just need to talk to you about something in the media department.”

Wow. She actually wants to do her work. Reagan was shocked but nonetheless discussed some ideas on what to add into ads, and films. They seem to talk for a while as he could hear Brett greeting. The scientist felt Gigi wrap an arm around her shoulder as Brett approached.

“I never noticed but I think you have pretty eyes. So dark. So beautiful ”

Reagan felt her face heating up, and her eyes darting away. That was out of the blues. Brett looked equally surprised as Gigi gently bumped her hip against Reagan.

“Don’t you agree Brett? Look at them .”

She couldn’t even respond as she felt Gigi’s hand in her face and moving it toward Brett’s direction. He was rubbing his neck with a nervous laugh.

“Well.. . I agree? I mean, yea. They are really nice. Really.. uh pretty.” Brett stuttered. “I was going to ask Reagan something but you seemed busy so..”

“We’re about done. You two can talk. I’ll see you later.” Gigi quickly moved away from the soon to be couple. She could hear Brett questioning what had happened. At least she managed to let Brett acknowledge Reagan’s beauty .

—-

The next day was in the War Room. Reagan and Brett were doing their own things despite sitting right next to each other. Everyone else had left the War Room. Gigi stood up from her chair and sat on the table, close to Reagan. Her hands touch Reagan’s hair. One hand went to undo her ponytail and Reagan looked up with a shocked or angry expression

“Gigi! What the hell-“

“For someone who doesn’t seem to care for herself, your hair is so smooth.” A finger twirled Reagan’s hair, and then ran her hand through it. Gigi saw Brett frown and stand up.

“Gigi, maybe you should stop"

"Jealous pretty boy?" Brett's face turned red.

"No.. Reagan just doesn't like physical touch that much.."

"Really? She hasn't punched me yet."

That was.. true. Brett took a look at Reagan and saw a light blush on her face but there wasn't any distress. Just confusion. He wondered how her hair actually felt.. He shakes his head, he shouldn't think about rhat

"Okay. Gigi, stop." Reagan said, swatting her hand away. "You're going overboard with this."

They get a smirk as a response and Gigi sits back in her chair, ignoring the looks of her coworkers.

–

Days passed by and Brett was wondering what was going on with Gigi

Whenever he approached Reagan and she was with Gigi, the media reporter starts complimenting or playing with Reagan's hai

. He asked Reagan about this one night while they were staying late working in her lab

"I don't hate it.." Reagan admits. "You know, I kinda get why a lot of people have for Gigi. She knows what she's doing."

Another frown appeared on Brett's face. He didn't really like Gigi doing to to Reagan.. He wanted to say all those nice things to Reagan. His hands fidget as he thinks about admitting how he didn't want to just be her BFF. He wanted to be more

He could feel his heart thumping. Was this a good time to confess?

"Brett? You okay?" Reagan asked as he looked nervous and hadn't said much.

“Doyoulikeme?” Brett blurred out, the words almost coming too quick for Reagan to understand. But she did hear the world “like” and “me”. Her eyes widen at what he meant

“Is this a confession..?”

“I know Gigi has been doing all these lovely gestures and if you like her instead of me..” Brett rambled, eyes looking at the ground. “But.. I really do like you.. more than a friend. You’ve been so nice and..I love you so much.”

Brett expected a rejection or mumbling about just thinking they were friends. However he felt a hand on his cheek and Reagan had a shy smile on her face.

“I feel the same somehow. I don’t get why Gigi was.. so romantic to me but, I just see her as a friend. Maybe some shitty project she’s working on. But I started liking you after all those movie nights and late night talks..”

He gasped. A relieved sigh with a chuckle afterward . His hand grabbed hers that was on his cheek. Maybe it was too fast of a move but he kissed it.

“Wow,”

“Sorry! I couldn’t help it. You’re pretty and I thought a normal kiss would be too much.”

“Well we can test that..”

He felt his lips intervened with hers and he closed his eyes relaxing at the sensation it gave. His hands grip onto her hips. Reagan let out a delighted noise, gripping on his suit

—-

Another day, another meeting. Gigi was on her phone when the door opened. Of course Brett and Reagan came in together. Myc’s head tilted slightly and he silently moved behind where the two sat. Tentacles touched their head as they yelped at the sudden attack

“Holy shit. Brett and Reagan are banging now!” Myc yells. Both of them and Reagan start yelling at the mushroom. The others let out a few jokes and mentioned how oblivious the two were but Gigi just smiled. When Brett looked at her direction, she winked at him before going back to her phone, satisfied that her work was done

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