#Was leaning towards going back to assistive tech but I really…… I really don’t think throwing more tech at things is the best answer

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Time Doesn't Heal All Wounds Part 2 (Eddie X Reader) 

A/N: I'm so happy ya'll enjoyed this story. I hope you like this continuation :) I tried to tag everyone that asked. Forgive me, I'm not tech savvy and my brain skips beats so if I missed you just let me know!

Warnings: Lots of feels and smut! Can I have an Eddie hug?

Word count: 3022

We need to talk, Y/N.

Please.

You can’t pretend like that kiss didn’t mean anything.

You scrolled through the messages Eddie sent you. What was I thinking? I shouldn’t have gone there. I shouldn’t have kissed him back. 

“Hey, baby.” You jump and slam your phone down, hiding the screen from James as he kisses your cheek. 

“Good morning, Honey.” 

He smiles over at you as he shuffles towards the coffee machine. “Oh, I got a call from that machinic guy this morning.” Your body visibly stiffens but he doesn’t seem to notice. “He said there was something odd with car? That we should go down there later so he can show us.”

“No! I mean, no. I can go down there and see what’s going on. My dad said he needed your strong muscles for something anyway.” You get up and wrap your arms around his waist. 

“Are you sure? I know you said you two had a falling out.”

“Don’t worry, baby. I can handle that idiot.”

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You pull the door to the mechanic shop roughly open and find Eddie leaning over the counter flipping nonchalantly through a magazine. 

“Well, hello there, Princess. How can I assist you today?”, he says without looking up. 

“Edward Munson, I am not going to let you ruin a good thing for me.”

He glances in your direction, tossing the magazine to the side. “You didn’t answer my texts.”

“We are not a couple anymore. I don’t have to report to you.” He chuckles under his breath as he shakes his head. Moving to the side of the counter, you grab his jumper, and tug him to a near by empty room, shutting the door. “Eddie last night was a mistake. Let. It. Go.”

“You know you really have some balls on you, babe. You leave me here for five years without so much as a phone call. I make a move and you reciprocate after I tell you I still love you. Then you ignore my texts and calls, only to come down here and tell me that it was all a mistake. Like ‘Uh oh. I just fell into my lips.’”

“You’re right.” Eddie’s eyes scan you up and down. “Don’t look at me like that. You’re right, okay? I fucked up.” You sigh as your eyes shift to your shoes. “Look, I know you think I’m a bitch or whatever but it really has been hard for me. Every time I smell cigarettes, hear some metal music, or even just fucking smell your cologne I turn to look for you.”

His fingers reach out under your chin and lift your eyes back up to meet his as you go on. “Those last couple of months we were so unhappy. YOU were so unhappy. I thought, maybe, if I left things would be better for you. You would find someone that doesn’t make you so angry all the time. I thought I was doing the right thing—”

Eddie’s lips cut you off as they crash to yours. You know you should stop this but you can’t. You missed him as much as he missed you. His tongue invades your mouth as his hands pull you closer to him. The feeling of his cock through his pants pressed against you makes you moan. 

“Eddie, please…”

His hands come around and quickly fumble with your blue jeans buttons before he slides his huge hand into them and your panties. You whimper against him when his middle finger grazes your clit. Eddie’s lips trail up your jaw to the shell of your ear. You grip onto his shoulders for support. 

“Tell me to stop and I will.”

“No, you won’t.”

He presses two fingers into your entrance. “I don’t want to but I will. All you have to do is say the word, sweetheart.” He picks up a steady pace as he thrusts his digits into you. You moan and whine against his shoulder as he sucks gently on your neck. “Fuck. Do you know how many times I dreamed about this? Of you moaning against me again. I missed the sounds you make. The way you feel.” Eddie started pumping his hand harder into your pussy. “Come on, Princess. Cum for me. I want to feel the way you tighten around me.”

You body shook as you came, wrapping your arms around his neck for support. It had been a long time since you came this hard. James was great in bed but he wasn’t Eddie. Eddie knew your body the way no other person did. 

He removed his hand from between your legs but you didn’t release him from your hold. You wanted to hang onto this, on to him, for as long as you could. Eddie’s arms slid around you as his face nestled in the crook of your neck. You were suddenly transported to your high school years. 

“Oh my god, Sweetheart. You’re choking me.” Eddie giggled as he pretends to gag.

You let him go, beaming up at him. “Calm down, you weakling!”

“Geez, you’re so mean to me.” He turns playfully to walk away from you but you pull him by the hand bringing him back to you.  He falls into your body, pushing you up against the brick wall of the high school. You circle your arms around his waist under his jacket, laying your head on his chest. You inhale him as you listen to his heartbeat.

“I love you, Eddie.”

“Munson! Fucking slacker. Where is that kid? Munson!”

Eddie pulls his head up and leans his forehead on yours. His fingers delicately entangle in your hair as his palms cup your cheeks.

“Eddie!”

“Fucking hell.” He mutters as he turns gripping a microphone in the office. “WHAT?!” His voice echoes through the building into the garage. 

“Boy don’t take that tone with me. I’m paying you to work! Now get out here!”

Eddie lets out a frustrated sigh as he turns back to you but to his dismay you were already gone.

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“Hi there. You must be Nancy.” James leans over and pulls Nancy in for a hug. “I have heard a lot about you.”

“It’s so nice to finally meet you. This is my husband, Steve.” The two men shake hands. “And this little ball of energy is Junior.” She pinches the baby’s cheeks and he giggles at her. James tickles his neck and the boy reaches his arms out for him making you swoon. 

“Well come on in, meet everyone else.”

Everyone had gathered at the Harrington house tonight. Mike, Will, and Jonathan were on the couch playing a video game, giving James a backhand wave without tearing their eyes from the tv. Dustin, Suzie, Max, and Lucas were at the table discussing the new Marvel movie and how it didn’t make any sense. Robin was in the kitchen picking through the refrigerator. 

“Hi there. Nice to meet you. Please forgive my jitters. I’m just HANGRY!” Junior laughs as Robin raises her voice. 

There was a knock at the front door. “That should be the food.” Steve moved to open the door and Eddie barreled in with eight pizzas in his arms and bags of snacks in his hands. 

“Okay! I don’t want here another word about how I knock. Do you know how long I’ve been ‘quiet’ knocking on this door!? These things are fucking hot!” He throws the boxes on the counter.

“Oh, here let me help you.” James hands you Junior and quickly runs to grab the bags out of Eddie’s hands. 

“Thanks, man.” Eddie looks him over before his eyes find yours. “Great guy.”

Nancy clears her throat and Eddie turns his head away for you. “Steve, you really made him get everything?”

“He offered!”

“I didn’t. He said it was on my way here and suggested I get them.”

“Sounds about right.” Robin slides a piece free and devours it. “Children! Food!”

“Well, bring it here then!” Dustin screams from the table. 

“Oh my god. You’re all worse than my actual child.” Nancy grabs two pizza boxes and brings it to them. Steve reaches for his son and you hand him over. 

His eyes scan yours with a slight warning as he pats your arm with his hand, following his wife into the other room. 

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The rest of the evening went on with little to no problems. The younger ones left pretty early but they all made sure to tell you how much they liked your fiancée. 

“He seems nice.” Mike said after giving you a goodbye hug. 

“Yeah, kind of nerd though.”

“Aaaaand what are you, Henderson?”

“I’m a different kind of nerd. He’s just… I mean… are his parents The Bradys?”

You roll your eyes and cringe, mostly because he’s right. Max pulls you into her arms, holding you longer than everyone else. 

“Ignore them. They don’t understand.”

“What don’t they understand?”

“That after having someone like Eddie Munson and it not working out you need someone who’s the exact opposite.”

You blink after her as they walk towards their cars. Is that what attracted you to James? No, that’s not right. Yeah, he didn’t smoke or do any kind of drugs. He hated any kind of rock & roll let alone metal music. If his hair got too long, he immediately ran to the barber shop to get it trimmed. James was always clean cut and shaven, visually always trying to look his best. When you two got into disagreement it rarely ever went passed “You’re right, baby. Let me try and do this instead.” Fuck. You hadn’t really thought about it till now.

“Honey, Jesus, come back inside. It’s cold.” James ran down, quickly lifting you up by the waist, and carrying you inside. You giggled when he set you down and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. You two held hands as he guided you to the couch in the living room and pulled you onto his lap as he rubbed your arms trying to warm you up.

You looked around the room and noticed Eddie staring at you both, his lips curled in contempt. You pushed your face down into your fiancée’s neck and Eddie turned his head away angrily. 

Nancy waddled over and you immediately got up from James’s lap making room on the sofa. “Here Nance. Sit here.” She smiled as she flopped down next to him. Once she was seated, he rose and placed you in his seat, finding a spot on the floor between your legs, leaning his back on the sofa. 

“Oh, what a gentleman. I like him, Y/N.” Nancy pats your leg. 

“Yeah, me to.” You pull his head back and bend down to kiss his lips. James chuckles as his hand comes up to hold you to him a moment longer before you pull away. The sound of Eddie gulping down the beer in his hand rings heavy in your ears making your heart ache. 

Your group of friends start chatting about mundane things when you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. You reach for it thinking it may be one of your parents. 

I wonder if he would still kiss you like that if he knew what we did earlier today. 

Your stomach drops as you turn to look at Eddie. His eyes a glued to the screen. Anyone who even cared to glance his way would just think he was looking through social media. 

I wonder if he can smell you on my fingers when he helped me earlier. 

Probably not. Doesn’t seem to have any kind of awareness.

You sure know how to pick them, Princess.

Stop it, Eddie. 

You can’t talk to me like that anymore.

We’re not a couple.

Isn’t that what you said?

Why are you being like this?

You left me AGAIN. 

I turned around and you were gone. 

You roughly threw the phone into your lap. 

“You okay?” Nancy mouthed silently and you nodded. You ran your fingers through James’s hair and leaned his head back into the feeling. Your phone continued to vibrate but you ignored it. Eddie slammed the beer bottle into the coffee table, getting up from his chair in a huff. 

“I’m going to smoke.” He grumbled as he stomped out the front door. 

“Hm. He seems upset.” James says as Steve and Nancy exchange a knowing look. 

You pick up your phone and scroll through his messages. 

DON’T ignore me. 

You did that for five fucking years. I don’t deserve this.

Why wasn’t I enough for you?

I would have followed you anywhere. 

You broke my heart. 

I’m done. Fuck you and fuck your fiancée.

Just stay away!

The tears began to sting in your eyes. “Nancy where is the bathroom?”

“Just down the hall there. Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just REALLY have to pee.” You force a laugh as you head for the bathroom and close the door. You glare at yourself in the mirror.

“You’re joking right? Because if you are it’s not funny.”

“I’m…it’s not a joke. I just…”

“You just what? Tell me. Fucking tell me!” Eddie rises from the edge of his bed and stands directly in front of you. “Tell me why, after 3 years, you suddenly don’t care about me anymore.”

“I didn’t say that!”

“THEN WHAT ARE YOU SAYING!?”

The tears start to fall as you watch him falling apart in front of you. “Eddie, please…I just can’t do this anymore. You can’t do this.”

“Don’t fucking speak for me.”

As you turn to leave, he falls to his knees and wraps his arms around your waist, his head on your stomach. 

“Baby, please. Whatever I did I can fix it. I can be better. Just tell me what I have to do and I’ll do it.”

You hug his head to you as your tears fall into his hair. His fingers dig into your back as he clings to you. 

“Eddie, you and I both know this is for the best.”

You run a tissue under your eyes, cleaning up the makeup that ran down your face. He was right. I should just stay away. You look at your reflection one last time before opening the door. Your face meets Eddie’s for a second before he lifts you with one arm back into the bathroom and quietly closes the door behind him.

Your lips connected with his, moving at a feverish pace. He places your feet on the ground for a moment before picking you up by your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist. You hold his neck as he brings you down to the fuzzy mat on the tile floor. Your mouth never leaves his, pulling him as close to you as you can which still doesn’t seem like enough. 

Eddie reaches between you two, pulling at his belt. You hastily reach down to help him as his hands move to violently tug at your jeans and underwear. He spits into his hand, pumping his cock a few times before roughly pushing into your entrance. His hand flies up to cover your mouth as you moan. 

You had gotten so used to James that you forgot how Eddie felt inside you. The way his thick cock stretched you open and the tip of him hit that spongey spot inside of you in just the right way. 

He was extremely aggressive with his thrusts as he pounded into you. As if he had five years of anger he needed to let loose. You whimpered into his hand; thankful it was blocking the sound. Eddie’s head rose from your neck as he looked down at your face. You saw something flash behind his angry lust blown eyes and he immediately slowed his pace. You hand came up to rub his cheek as your thumb delicately moved across his lips. He removed him palm from your mouth and used it to brush your hair out of your face. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I never meant- mmmm – I never meant to hurt you.”

His lip met your again as his tongue slid between your teeth, catching your moans. You nails dug into the shirt on his back as the coil in your belly snapped and your pussy fluttered around him as you came. He grunted into your mouth at the feeling and his head fell into the nook between your neck and shoulder as he chased the high he desperately wanted. When you felt his hips sputter, you held his head to you, covering his own moans as came inside of you. 

You both laid there with him still inside of you, panting. 

There was a light knock on the bathroom door. “Honey, are you ok? You’ve been in there awhile.”

You swallow, steading you voice as you answer him. “Yeah, baby, I’m fine. I’ll be right out.” 

Eddie pulls himself up on his knees, pulling out of you, and reaches for a near by wash cloth. He leans over the sink, wetting it, before opening your legs gently, and cleaning between them. His eyes never meet yours and you don’t force them to. You’re not even sure what to say. 

He stands and pulls up his pants, buckling his belt. His hand extends to you and you take it, rising from the floor. Eddie stays quite next you as you get dressed. 

You slowly try and reach for his arm but he turns away, opening the bathroom door, and leaving. You exhale, taking one last deep breath, as you compose yourself and head back out to the living room. Taking your place back on the sofa, you turn when you hear the front door open. Eddie saunters through and sits back down in the recliner he was in previously. 

“Geez, Munson. Did you smoke a whole carton? What took you so long?”, Steve asks. 

Nancy’s head slowly turns in your direction and your eye’s meet knowingly. She reaches over taking your hand in hers. “Steve, leave him alone. It’s none of our business.”

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A Friendly Smile From the Past - 3

A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who has been loving this story! It really means a lot to me! I am so sorry about the late update! I have been busy getting used to being back at university and I wasn't sure if I was happy with this chapter. Please let me know what you think!

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After a while of silence, Thor’s voice fills the space “We didn’t mean to leave you both fully out… it’s just… well Nat you decided to stay back here and we thought Y/N was in New York until Bucky told us you weren’t… we just decided you both wouldn’t want to see meetups that you wouldn’t be able to come”. He sighs softly his eyebrows scrunching hoping he had worded that properly.

Nat and I just remained silent taking in this information. The bell rings again and my eyes fall upon Bucky who walks in, his hands shoved in his pockets taking his place beside Steve. I’ve always noticed that when he isn’t feeling confident or is feeling nervous he inches closer to Steve. He’s done it ever since we were little. 

“We should be able to move past this right? We were friends and still are friends - time doesn’t change that fact” Wanda says a determined look in her eye. She always had a stubborn side and would always win a lot of the arguments that occurred. 

“ Uh okay…” falls out of my mouth, quickly glancing at Nat who nods stiffly. The first step is to talk things through to fix the distance we all seem to feel. That will seem to come through explanation. “Why don’t we all catch up?” she says softly while ushering everyone towards the biggest booth in the back of the bar that would fit us all. I look towards Clint for help getting alcohol because boy oh boy will we need it. 

As we head over with glasses, bottles of alcohol and mixers, after placing them on the table I look around and notice I’ll need to bring over a stool to fit in the space. However, before I could move Clint pulls me into his lap and a little squeal escapes my lips in shock at the action. “You comfy?” He asks and I nod my head blushing not catching the fact that Bucky’s jaw clenches and his hands tighten on the table in front of him making him look uncomfortable. I lean back and tilt my head up so my mouth is on his ear “ You sure you’re fine with me sitting on you?” I whisper into his ear. He chuckles from my breath tickling his ear “ Yes sugar, I’m getting great pleasure from this” , he whispers back glancing in Bucky’s direction with a slight smirk gracing his face. 

Everyone slowly begins to talk about everything that has happened in their lives since we left college. I listen intensely wanting to capture every word falling out of their mouths. Thor worked his way up in a construction company, Bruce is a head surgeon at a top hospital, Sharon was currently working for a mayor, Tony and Pepper had gotten married and had built a tech empire that has spread across the globe. Wanda and Vis are engaged. Wanda teaches in a high school while Vis works an office job for Tony. Sam owns and runs his own restaurant in NYC which has become very popular. Steve is still playing football as a professional. 

While Steve is talking about playing football and his life I observe Nat and how she clings to every word spoken. The emotion in her eyes makes my heart ache, I even see a glimpse of hope when Steve mentions that he is still single. His eyes shift towards Nat as he says this and I know deep down that he wants her back. I feel Clint squeeze my hip knowing he saw what I had. After Steve finishes he nods towards Nat who mentions that she’s been living here and working as my personal assistant while also picking up a few skills in the legal world along the way. She then looks between Bucky and me to see who is going to go next. 

I open my mouth to speak but Bucky beats me to it. “I don’t understand why I have to explain what has happened in my life to people who didn’t want to stick around to be in it,” he says, his voice harsh, I can feel the cold sneaking into my heart, each word a jab. I watch Clint roll his eyes “Oh please, get off your high horse. Like you don’t know Nat and Y/N’s personalities and there must have been a good reason or they believed they had a good reason as to why they decided to do what they did” . 

Bucky scoffs his lips pouting slightly, a tell that he isn’t actually angry he’s disappointed, but you have to look closely to tell. He’s disappointed that I didn’t tell him what was happening. I look at the table when I feel his stare on me. I don’t want him to know that I can still read him even after all this time apart. “Fine. I worked my way up the ladder in my father’s NYC company site and took over as CEO”. My eyes flicker up in surprise meeting his knowing that he never wanted to be a CEO. I purse my lips ready to ask why he took over but he starts talking about how he helped invest in Sam’s restaurant as a side business. After he finishes speaking about what he’s been up to, he turns slightly to face me “Your turn, why didn’t you come to NYC?” He spits out but as I meet those beautiful blues I can see the truth swimming behind them ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ . 

I sigh softly as I know this is what everyone is most looking forward to. I take a deep breath in and let it out slowly as I begin. 

“Okay, bear with me while I explain this,” I say my voice wobbly as I feel everyone’s gaze on me. “When we were in university, I told everyone that I had taken up tutoring some law papers. I had tutored, but some of the tutoring sessions were actually helping take dad to the hospital for his appointments. In our final year, Dad found out he had terminal cancer, with his separation from mum I was the only one he could really rely on. So, even though our relationship was rocky I stuck by his side. He didn’t want anyone to know, he made me swear by it. I helped him through his treatments and when university was about to end, his health took a turn for the worst. I declined my job offer in NYC, and I got someone to take over my lease. Nat actually found me sneaking out one night and followed me back to Dad’s place as he was having trouble taking his medicine. He thought I had ratted to Nat - it was not a good night. I took a position close to home so that I could be there for Dad and Mum. I know I didn’t tell you guys and maybe I should have but I didn’t want to have to burden you all with this.” I sigh softly before looking at Steve “I’m incredibly sorry that because of my familial problems, Nat decided to stay here with me instead of moving with you”.

Steve looks upset but shakes his head. “Don’t be ridiculous, if she didn’t stay then she wouldn’t be Nat. That’s who she is, growing up she always chose you over everyone and you would do the same. Sure it would have been nice to be included in the big picture as to what was happening but I understand why you chose not to tell us.” The soft smile on his face eases my nerves. 

Bucky’s hand slams against the table and the sound echoes a bit, glasses shake a little “But why couldn’t you tell us, why couldn’t you tell me? I thought we were best friends?” “Buck, I-” “It’s James to you” I jerk back taken in surprise and I feel tears begin to form in my eyes. I nod my head slowly coming to terms with him wanting me to call him James. A name he reserves for those he does not feel comfortable with, for those he is acquaintances with, and for those he is not close with. I bite my lip to keep myself from crying, I can feel Clint rubbing my back in comfort, his other hand clenched in a fist. 

As I begin to speak again the bell on the front door rings. Everyone’s heads turn to see who it is. I squint my eyes in confusion as to why my intern Peter is at the door with his girlfriend holding a yellow envelope. “Uh sorry to interrupt” he speaks. 

“What do you want Parker? I’m on bereavement leave, anything work-related stays away from me” I spit out annoyed. 

“Miss Y/N, this is urgent. It arrived two hours ago, I’ve been trying to get a hold of you since then. I know it’s not ideal but I had to give you a warning.” My face scrunches up in annoyance as I stand up and as I see the envelope I take a step back and hold my hand out in front of me to stop him from coming closer. 

“Parker, if that is what I think it is, keep it away from me.” I gulp slowly fear beginning to creep in. I glance at Nat her eyes widened as she stands up, holding onto my arm as she takes in the envelope. A soft “No” falls from her lips.

“It is. He’s out on bail.”

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Type - Pt.1

Oliver Wells x shyish reader

You silently watched Angela press the icons on her tablet and demonstrate each one’s purpose. It’s been a few hours, and you’ve learned so much. She was a good teacher. “Ok, so if you want to upload a sketch and compare it to the international database,” she points her manicured finger to the screen. “Choose this option, but if you want a certain country's database, pick this option and scroll through the list.” She looks at you to see if you understand, and you simply nod.

“Ok, great. I think that's enough for today. Do you wanna grab lunch with me? Brennan’s with Booth, and Hodgin’s still working.” She asks as she puts her coat on.

“Yeah, that’d be great.” You reply as you grab your belongings. Dr. Saroyan has recently hired you to be the assistant face reconstructor and tech helper since she cut Angela’s hours. Working on the small cases when she was off. You were also new to the city and had to make new friends, adapting to the new area. You were really glad Angela was such a nice person, she was the first person your introverted self really got to know. 

“SO,” Angela exclaimed. “Have you met anyone?” She asked with a cheeky grin and teasing tone. You shy away “ Oh, please. Do you know how hard it was to talk to Finn, If I can’t talk to him, how am I going to talk to others, let alone other guys.” You slung your bookbag over your shoulder as you both exited her office. “Come on, you’re literally the hottest chick here, there is no way you couldn’t at least get some guy's attention.” 

“I-, well thank you but guys like confident and hot girls like you, not when they're shy as a preschooler.” “So step out of your bubble, what can go wrong?” Angela stops and looks at you desperately.

You stop to look at her. “I’ll make a fool of myself.” Looking down, you continued walking until you felt your shoulder bashed. “Oh, I’m sorry-” “Can’t you look where you walk?” He says with an irritated tone, looking back at you with a scowl. You took in his features in the quick second you had; untamed brown wavy hair, brown eyes, lean physique. For a rude dude, he was pretty attractive.  

“Hey, it was just an accident. Don’t need to be a douche.” Angela steps in, and you mentally note to thank her later, knowing you would've walked away as usual. 

“Yes, it’s my fault that they had their head down, and chose to walk instead of paying attention to others.” He proceeded to walk away.

“I can’t believe men like him are allowed to exist,” Angela rolled her eyes and peered at you. “Are you okay, though?” She asks as her hand touches your upper arm.

“No, I’m okay.” You gave her a small smile, you both walked towards the exit.

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It’s been a couple of days since the encounter with the douche, but you couldn’t forget about him. Something was alluring about him, and you didn’t know if it was your bad taste in men or his pretty brown eyes and harsh persona. 

You are currently sitting in Angela’s office, finishing up a sketch of the current victim. She was believed to have been murdered over 30 years ago, a simple librarian. You analyzed the skull and sketched faint lines and the arch of the victim's cheekbones. Even though you had the identity down, you wanted to practice.

“Hey” “Angela? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be preparing for Brenann’s wedding?” You inquired, hearing loud noises from the platform. “Listen, I need you to do me a favour and quickly get this done, especially before Brenann’s wedding,” She replied

Yeah, of course, what is it?” “Basically, Brennan is getting worried, and she’s not gonna have a calm wedding without this case being done. And I need you because I need someone to help the interns recreate a scenario. Would you be able to do that?” Oh my gosh, that's what all the noise is. You peered through the glass and saw all the interns, including the douche. You internally groaned, you were only familiar with the team, and getting used to the new interns is a whole ‘nother level. “Listen, I really need it, and I know you’re not comfortable with them, but they really aren't that bad. Just imagine them as a pack of smart and horny virgins, except for Wendell and Clark, the virgin part.” “How do you even know- oh right, you and Wendell.” You looked down at your sketch. You know it would be awkward at first, but it’d be a great way to meet them all. Plus, you're as good as Angela with her program. It’d be fine. You exhaled, you knew you were going to regret it.

You looked at Angela, she had her desperate look on; eyebrows scrunched, slightly hunched, head tilted. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

“OMG, thank you so much. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” She quickly dashes out of her room, and you watch through the glass as she talks to the interns. 

You hoped you wouldn’t embarrass yourself in front of the smart dorks, it’s already embarrassing in front of the douche. You quickly gathered yourself and continued drawing the victim's face.

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“That's quite an impressive drawing.” You jumped as you felt someone's breath hit your shoulder. “Ha, thank you-” You turned around to meet the eyes of the douche from before, groaning internally.

“The zygomatic arch is too high, though, and the eyes are too close.” He rambled on while you took the criticism. You didn’t mind, you knew he was just trying to help or simply belittle you.

“Right, thanks…” You proceeded to take a picture of the drawing to compare it to the actual victim's face.

“I’ll be taking the skull now.” He grabs the tray with the skull on it, walking away quickly. He didn’t even ask you, you rolled your eyes. 

“Hi there, you must be the new mini Angela. I’m Fisher, one of the better-looking interns.” He introduced himself, a flirty smile appearing. 

“Oh, hi. It’s Y/N and yeah, I guess I am.” You laughed a little, liking his manners.

Well, Y/N, here are the inputs for the Angelatron. If you need anything, and I mean anything. I’m your guy.” He winks as he hands you a file. Well, thank you, I’ll take that into consideration.” You grabbed the file and watched as he walked away, taking a quick glance as he exited the office. Well, that was weird.” You chuckled to yourself, tucking your hair behind your ear. Your face feels hot. —----------------------------------------------------------------------------

You finished creating the scenario in about half an hour, driven by the relief you’ll feel after finishing the case. You had concluded the victim fell downstairs and even found the building that matched the injuries. Now that you have completed your work, you have to consult with the interns. You walked to the door and inhaled. Gosh, why couldn’t this be easy? You slowly walked towards the platform, already feeling the sweat form in your palms. 

BEEP BEEP BEEP. The alarm went off as you climbed the platform, startling the interns and causing them to look at you. You were frozen and felt the heat rushing to your face. “Hah, don’t worry, I got you.” You watched as a young, pale man with blue eyes, blonde hair, and a strong build jogged toward you and swiped his card to stop the ringing. “It’s okay, it happens to everyone.” He sheepishly smiles, his eyes giving you comfort.

You continue to walk the stairs. “Thank you, uh.” “The name’s Wendell, nice to meet you.” He holds out his palm. “Fisher told us about you.” You shake his hand, feeling the calloused palm but a strong grip. You hoped he didn’t feel your sweaty palms. You watch as Wendell receives a glare and “dude” from Fisher. You shyly laugh, glancing at the rest of the interns; they do seem friendly-, not that one. The douche doesn’t even glance at you, ignoring him, you gave your attention to the rest of the interns.

“I just finished the scenario with the given inputs, just wanted to check if it was right.” You patted yourself on the back for correctly saying what you rehearsed. “I also got the set of stairs the victim fell down.”

The interns all looked at each other, You didn’t mess up, did you? Ugh, good job, Y/N; you just wasted their time. They talked with each other, using terminology you sort of understood. 

“How did you know it was a flight of stairs?” A handsome and tall brown-skinned man asked.

“I knew it was stairs, you guys, you didn't give me a chance to talk” A petite white woman squeaked.

“Daisy, all you ever do is talk,” Fisher stated, making the other interns snicker.

“It was the computer, really.” To avoid attention and the need to talk, you said. You walked back to the office, hearing their voices behind you. You picked up the tablet and played the scenario. “It’s the right scenario.” You nervously looked at the intern who spoke, it was the douche. But you couldn’t lie, approval from him was keeping you calm.

“What is the point of us if a machine figured out what six interns couldn't?” Dr.Clark exclaimed, and you giggled at his point.  

Well, thank you very much for consulting us,” Fisher said in a flirty tone. “Would you care for a cup of coffee later?” Your eyes widened as his tall complexion hovered over you. “Oh, um, well-” You nervously bit your lip as you felt the interns stare at you both.

“Come on, man, she just helped us. Do you want her to despise us next?” You watched as Arastoo pulled Fisher toward the door.

Ugh, come on, I haven’t been with a hot chick in a while; give me a break!” Fisher shouted as his voice began to break. You blushed at his compliment.

The interns began to leave, and with each one gone, you felt the relief you were looking forward to. 

“You lied.” 

You turned towards the rude intern, surprised to know he acknowledge your work. You crossed your arms and demanded proof. 

“The Angelatron cannot create solutions; it can only display the imputed information. You had to conclude that the victim fell down the stairs. Why didn’t you say that?” He demanded.

“I just didn’t think it was relevant, plus I didn't want to boast in front of a bunch of geniuses.” You turned off the Angelatron and started packing your things. 

“Boasting isn’t bad to do once in a while.” 

Well, that’s coming from a guy who doesn’t do anything but boasts,” You said as you walked past him, giving him a glare.

He grabs your arm. Unlike Wendell’s, his hands were soft and cold, giving you chills going down your back and butterflies in your stomach. You looked back at the sudden contact.

“Listen, I just wanted to say I’m sorry for what happened the other day. I will try to be better.” He tried to give you a smile but ended up looking like he was constipated. You just knew Angela was up to this.

“Oh, don’t worry about it.” You gave him a proper smile.

“Seriously Wells? I was starting to like you.” You both turn your heads to see Fisher, looking at Wells’ hand holding your arm. You took your arm back, trying to conceal the blush on your face. As you were about to reply to Fisher, he got stolen by Arastoo again. You giggled, knowing these two would be good company. You began to walk away.

“Would you go on a date with-” You hoped he said himself  “Fisher?”

You stopped. “No,” you say, turning your face to glance at Wells, “he’s not my type.” He watched as you disappeared from his view, exhaling the breath he didn’t know he was holding in. He smiled to himself as he felt his heart beating out of excitement. Could he be your type?

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CAN’T MAKE YOU HAPPIER NOW - TWO

Previously - One || Masterlist || Next - Three

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: swearing, more casual racism from Logan, Logan hits Iverson, smoking, oral sex (male receiving).

Note: Thank you all for the lovely response to this fic especially to Nisha! It means so much more than you could know. Please leave comments if you so desire. I love hearing from you. The last chapter was more Kendall's POV and this one is Nisha's proving that it's not that easy to be married to him.

Word Count: 4,267

RECNY is one of Nisha’s least favorite nights of the year. A designer loans her a dress and jewelry while she watches the Roys be the most ineffective white saviors. She hasn’t seen much of Kendall for the past few days. Their first apartment has been empty for weeks now no longer needing to serve as his doghouse. He’s back home with his family and back in her bed, but he’s running around like a chicken with his head cut off. He’s always gone before she can get his attention. She feels on the outside again. He hasn’t even talked about his big speech. She had to find out from his assistant, Jess, that he was going to try to tell a joke. 

“Where’s your lesser half?” Stewy Hosseini leans over the back of his chair.

Nisha turns to face him. They had run into one another on the red carpet but didn’t have a chance to talk. She shrugs her shoulders. She wasn’t entirely paying attention when Connor came over and Kendall sprinted off. If he wants to be cagey, she’s not going to go after him, especially when there’s an open bar.

“Solving the Great Butter Emergency, maybe?” 

Stewy says something to his beautiful date before getting up and sitting in Kendall’s vacant chair. “What the fuck was that about?”

“No. Idea.”

His fingers drum on the golden tablecloth as he rests back in the chair.

“You look amazing.”

“You look…awake.”

Stewy looks her over in a way that she’s become very used to over the years. He actually had asked her out before Kendall did back at Harvard. She said no to both. Stewy leans in closer.

“Are you gonna congratulate me on being Shiva Tech’s newest shareholder?”

“Yeah, you’re really the little parasite that could, huh? Gnawing and sucking and feeding your way into big companies.” She picks up her wine glass and raises it. “Ram’ll make you choke on your own dick if you even think about fucking our company.”

“I love it when you talk dirty.” Stewy smirks. 

“Don’t get cum on this dress.” Nisha crosses her legs. “It’s not mine.”

Stewy places his hand on his chest and groans. “Killing me, Nish.”

She waves him off and he leaves. Kendall sits down as she takes another gulp of red wine.

“Eat something. You’re looking whiter than usual.” Nisha nudges his plate towards him. 

“Uh-huh.” His eyes are searching the room. 

Nisha takes the fork and waves it in front of his face until he’s staring at her. She’s ready to shove bread into his mouth in front of all these members of the press and the other guests at their table. Thankfully, he picks at his plate and drinks his club soda.

“I couldn’t stop him.”

“Connor?”

“My dad’s, uh, giving the speech.”

Her brow lifts as she nods taking it in. She wonders if Logan can even walk to the stage. She places her small brown hand on top of his large white one.

“Want me to blow you?” She chuckles in his ear.

The corner of his mouth twitches with a hint of a smile trying to breakthrough. She squeezes his shoulder with her other hand. No use getting worked up over Logan. He’s always going to do what he wants. She thought Kendall would know that by now.

Nisha covers her mouth with the back of her hand as Stewy tells them of the bet about Logan’s fall. He’s her father-in-law. She shouldn’t laugh, but he’s also Logan Roy. He seems fairly lucid on stage and pretends to thank Kendall for taking over. Seeing her moment, Nisha claps loudly and Stewy clamps his hand on Kendall’s shoulder. The more intoxicated part of her brain wants to yell, but she isn’t feeling that reckless. Logan announces that he’s got his groove back, so everyone stands up. Nisha gets to her feet, but with her drink in hand. She drains the glass while the crowd claps. Kendall trots over to his dad and Nisha looks back at Stewy.

“He didn’t fall?”

“My houses are very grateful.”

In the car back to the apartment, Kendall’s sulking with his head in her lap.

“Maybe it’s a sign.” She pats the back of his head absentmindedly. 

“What?” His voice is muffled against the fabric of her dress.

“Universe really didn’t want you to make a joke.” She frowns.

Kendall doesn’t say anything. He just exhales out of his nose and scrunches up the sequins in her dress with his fingers.

Since Logan assumed his duties at Waystar, Kendall spends the week at the old apartment. He claims it’s easier because his dad is wrapped up in some new scheme, but Nisha’s skeptical. It’s certainly not easier for the kids and it’s not easier for her. Then he bows out of Thanksgiving in Westchester with her family. 

She finds her brother Ramesh sneaking a cigarette on the back porch. He offers the pack to her and she shakes her head. 

“Why don’t you just stay?” He taps the ashes on the railing. She looks back at the sliding glass door and sees Sophie and her cousin, Aisha, hopping on one foot trying to imitate a dance move. Iverson’s on the floor with his cousin, Raj, working on a train set. 

“You know I can’t do that.” Nisha looks out at the ocean. This place was one of the first things Ramesh and Kapil bought their mother when they made their first million. She and their stepfather absolutely love it.  It’s much calmer for the kids, but Nisha knows Kendall will never leave Manhattan.

“Fuck King Roy. “ Ramesh shakes his head. Seeing as they have no stake in the holiday whatsoever, it’s an excuse for all the Asuris to spend time together. Everyone brings a dish and Iverson and Sophie get to see their cousins. There are no mind games. No staff. No tension. Just some wine, maybe a game of cricket, and usually a performance by the grandchildren to end the evening. 

“I know you don’t wanna be there.” He stubs out his cigarette and looks at her. Ramesh has dark hair and eyes,  and the same smooth brown skin. To everyone else, he’s a very handsome, aloof, intimidating presence, especially at 6’4”, but right now, he’s just her big brother. “Have you thought about what we talked about?”

“Ram, I can’t.”

“You can. You shoulda done this 3 years ago.”

“He’s sober now.”

“Who fucking cares? He brought that poison into your children’s rooms. On their things. He—”

The door opens and her younger brother, Kapil pokes his head out with a playful smirk on his face. 

“Nish Nish looks sufficiently pissed. What did you do, Ramy?”

Kapil is lanky compared to his brother but still stands tall at 6’2”. His black facial hair grows in a little patchy and his shoulders are much more narrow.  He will always look like a  good-looking kid with a crooked smile no matter how old he gets. Maybe that’s why he acts like one too. Ramesh does all the salesmanship while he dreams up all their groundbreaking ideas. They’re a great team. Kapil nicks a cigarette from his brother’s pack and lights it up.

“I’m not divorcing Kendall.” Nisha steals his cigarette for one drag before handing it back. She sprays a bit of perfume in the air to get rid of the smell and rubs her eyes.  She moves back inside.

“500th time’s the charm?” Kapil crosses his fingers. 

“Shut the fuck up.” Ramesh snatches the cigarette and extinguishes it.

It’s a hard bargain convincing the kids to leave the enjoyable holiday for one that’s going to be boring at best. She really does wish they could stay. She knows no one actually wants to see them either. They’re just props. With Logan’s recovery, she doesn’t want to ruffle any feathers this year. 

Sophie barely gets to sit down before Kendall inquires about Iverson. Nisha tries her best to put on a friendly face. He really didn’t want to go and it killed her to make him. Instead, she asks for a little patience and understanding for her child. Unfortunately, Logan will have none of it and demands his presence. 

“He just needs a moment, really. Transitioning from my mom’s to here. It’s a big day and that’s hard.”

Logan turns to Shiv and proceeds to mock her while Kendall mumbles instructions at her. He just wants to get out of there. Nisha clears her throat and Kendall’s already pleading with her to let it go.

“Remind me, sir, what medical school did you go to? Because if the doctor says he needs a minute, I’m gonna give him a minute. Otherwise, we can go back to Westchester,” she says with a polite smile plastered on her face. 

Logan’s brow furrows and Marcia interjects before he can reply, “Of course, we want the children here.”

“We’re just gonna go check on him.” Kendall tugs at Nisha’s elbow until she lets him lead her out of the dining room. 

Iverson’s in the middle of his Lego set and Kendall gives him a hug. Nisha wants so badly to scoop him up and take him back to her mom’s. Instead, she takes a calming breath and imagines kicking Logan off his balcony. 

“He didn’t have a great childhood.” Kendall sighs.

“Neither did my mom but she knows how to read a goddamn medical journal instead of shouting at people.” Nisha huffs. “She actually understands that Iverson—“

“Your mom is a doctor. He isn’t. He comes from a different world of thinking.” Kendall hands a piece to Iverson who attaches it to the plane he’s building. 

“Just go back in there, Ken. It’s the evil foreigner’s fault anyway.”

“I didn’t—no one said that, Nisha. He just wants us to have some boundaries.”

Nisha raises her eyebrows and just stares at her husband. Boundaries? Iverson isn’t in trouble. He’s not taking advantage of anyone. Does he even understand their child at all? Before she can ask, Marcia comes out reminding them that their bland turkey and mashed potatoes are getting cold. Like Nisha gives a fuck. At this point, she doesn’t even want to bring him in there. Kendall slinks away and she pulls out her phone. She could call her family. Make up an excuse. They’d back her. But then Logan brings his argument with his brother in front of them and takes out his anger on Iverson. He barks at him and Iverson obeys. Kendall does absolutely nothing. 

Unable to actually tell Logan off, she gets on her feet and mumbles to herself in Hindi. God, she could kick him for yelling at her child. 

“No—no snake charmer talk today.” Logan snaps at her.

Nisha licks her lips while Kendall just stares. Her voice is calm as she tilts her head up.

“Well, your grandkids are half snake charmer, but I’ll dial it back for the sake of this racist holiday”. She walks past them.

She joins Shiv and Willa’s conversation acting like nothing happened. They talk about Shiv’s most recent campaign and what kind of races she’s interested in working on. It keeps them busy until Marcia gathers them in the dining room for pie. She barely touches her plate having no appetite at all. Tom suggests they say what they’re thankful for. She’s thankful that she’s not stabbing Logan in the eye with her fork. She’s thankful she has enough self-control not to kick her husband in the shin. She’s thankful for years of bullying and learning to be stoic, so no one even notices she’s upset. Well, almost no one. Roman ropes her into the game pointing his fork at her. She really can’t think of anything nice to say and knows she shouldn’t say anything at all.

“I’m thankful I don’t have cholera. This is much more preferable.” She gives a tight-lipped smile and Roman’s satisfied.

She listens as Tom sucks up to the entire family, Connor reminds everyone he’s mentally on another planet, and Roman’s girlfriend gives an even more passive-aggressive answer than hers. Marcia suggests a game and Nisha is all too willing to go into the sitting room. She doesn’t even look to see if Kendall’s behind her. 

The game is a memory exercise and seems to waste everyone’s time. She covers Sophie’s ears as Roman suggests some x-rated items to buy at the market before he hands it off to Logan. He struggles to remember any of the previous items and to everyone’s surprise, Iverson tries to take the can away. Before anyone can intervene, they struggle with it until Logan clocks him in the face. Nisha leaps out of her chair and shields her son with her body. Logan moves forward and tries to brush it off. Nisha holds Iverson against her and looks up, furious.

“Get. Back. Now.”

Kendall’s yelling when Nisha ushers Iverson out of the room. There’s a pink bruise on his cheek and tears stream down his face. His small hands are locked together as he tries to process. It breaks her heart. 

“You’re okay, baby. You’re okay.”

Kendall rushes over to them and inspects Iverson’s face. He whimpers and it takes all of Nisha’s strength to stay calm. She wants to take that can and hit Logan with it. But that won’t help Iverson. She looks at her husband who is equally shocked and livid. Iverson whimpers and the rage pulses through Nisha’s body. Kendall kisses his hair.

“We’re going home.”

“Yeah. I’ll be back soon.”

Sophie walks over to them, cautiously.

“He’s okay, right, buddy?” Nisha smiles at her son who nods. She needs to get her children out of there. She mutters to herself and Kendall stares at her. She realizes she’s speaking Hindi.

“I can get the coats.” Sophie nods.

“Go with your father, please.” Nisha sighs.

Sophie and Kendall walk off together and Iverson finally looks at her.

“Did I ever tell you about the time with Nani and the monkey?”

“What?”

“Yeah. She was your age and was going to school and this monkey came down from the trees and took her backpack.”

“No way.”

“I swear.”

“That’s so…funny. Monkeys don’t need backpacks.”

“No, they don’t.”

She hugs him against her chest and sighs. 

In the car, she tells them both a story her mother used to tell her about a protective mama tiger who saved her babies from hunters. She attacked all the hunters and took her cubs deep into the jungle where no one could ever hurt them again. 

“Sophie, did you know Nani’s backpack was taken by a monkey?” Iverson giggles. 

“What?” Sophie’s eyes widen.

Nisha laughs and tells the story again with more detail. They’re all exhausted by the time they get home, so she lets them watch one episode of cartoons before bed. From Sophie’s window, she sees a solitary circular orange glow on the terrace. Kendall must’ve changed and gone outside when she was with the kids. He doesn’t look at her as she approaches him. She plucks the cigarette from his hand and crushes it under her foot.  

“Fix this or I will.”

“Nish?”

“Hmm?”

“Can we talk?”

Nisha hands Kendall the laundry basket and he follows her into their bedroom. She crawls on the bed and stretches the fitted sheet over the large mattress. Kendall helps her get the corners even if he’s not as used to this as she is. She grew up with an immigrant single mother, so she can actually take care of herself and it’s something she’s passing onto their kids. 

“You gonna start?” She throws the duvet over the bed and tucks in the sides.

“We, uh, we’re gonna do a vote of no confidence on, uh, Dad.” He swallows hard. 

“Who is we?” Nisha places the pillow on the bed.

Clearly not the reaction he was expecting, Kendall crosses over to her and takes her hands. “Me, Rome, Gerri, Frank are leading it.”

“Do you have the votes?” She finally looks at him. 

“Y-Yeah.”

“Do you?”

“Yes.”

“What’s your argument?”

“What?”

“Your reasoning for the vote.”

“Dad’s fucking nuts now.”

“And how are you gonna prove it?”

“You don’t need to lawyer this.”

She pulls her hands from his.

“Then why tell me?”

“Because, I don’t know, you’re my fucking wife and I want your fucking support on this.”

She finishes putting the pillows on the bed and sits down. She gestures for him to join her and moves into his lap. He won’t look at her as his hands settle instinctively on her waist. 

“I don’t give out gold stars for ideas, Ken.” Her hands rest on his shoulders and move down his arms. “You have to do this right or not at all. You need something standard to tell all the board members so that they know this isn’t personal—it’s business.” 

She lifts his chin up and their eyes meet. Why didn’t he tell her right away? Why doesn’t he want her involved? That’s what he promised. Maybe she has to remind him.

Her fingers make quick work of his belt and pull his pants down. It’s like his brain finally switches on because he lifts his hips and lets his slacks fall to his ankles. Her hand gently pushes his chest back onto the bed. He reaches for her and she shakes her head. 

“You didn’t marry some blindly loyal idiot, Kendall Roy.”

His brow furrows until her hand dances down his clothed stomach and rests between his legs. His breathing hitches as he looks down to watch her.

“You married me.”

She presses her face into his hardening crotch and mouths at the fabric.  His hips buck and he gasps as her hot breath tortures him. 

“Nisha…” He nods wordlessly with closed eyes as her slender fingers nudge the thin black fabric further down his hips freeing him. “N-Nisha, please.”

“Tell me what you want, baby.” She stops and gazes up at him. 

“You. Y-Your mouth, p-please.”

She takes him in hand and wraps her lips around him. He groans loudly at how perfect she feels. His fingers grope for her dark hair on his stomach desperate for something to grab. 

“Fuck, you’re so good. Fuck.” He whines. “Ooh, Nish. Yes.” 

His noises get louder and higher pitched as she licks and sucks and fondles him exactly how he likes.

“Ah, oh, baby, I’m gonna—“

But she’s no quitter and continues until he spills down her throat. She crawls over to him and smiles at the delirious look on his face. 

“So, you gonna let me help you?” 

“Yes. Fuck, you’re amazing.”

Nisha smiles. 

Kendall barely sleeps the night before the vote.  He tosses and turns so much Nisha considers another blowjob just so she can get some sleep.  Eventually, though, he stops moving. They get up before the kids and she makes him some coffee and breakfast.  

“This is what’s best for the business and the family. Keep strong. You’re doing the right thing.”

“Easy for you to say. It’s not your father.”

She sighs and shakes her head. 

“What?”

“Don’t talk about what you don’t know.” 

“What does that even mean? You never talk about your dad. Just that he died.”

“And that’s all there is.” She puts her hand on his shoulder and he sighs. “Don’t pick a fight with me because you’re anxious. I’m on your side, remember?”  

Kendall just nods.  Nisha isn’t sure how to take that.

Roman informs Nisha of the failed vote, not Kendall. He doesn’t even come home. He files a lawsuit against his father immediately since he should not have been present for the vote. She finds out about that from Stewy of all people. He only talks to her when arranging visits with the kids and judging by their reactions when they get home—they’re not great. The kids are fine, but they seem happier back with her. It’s not a great feeling when she talks more to Shiv and Roman than her own husband. Nisha gives him two weeks before Kendall licking his wounds in private sulking like a petulant child has to stop. She marches over to his apartment and knocks her fist against the door. The housekeeper, Joanne, opens the door. 

“Please, let me in. I know he’s home.” 

“Mrs. Roy, he’s not here.”

She ignores the fact that her last name is not actually Roy, but Asuri-Roy, and tries to meet Joanne’s eyes. 

“I know he is because we have the same Find My iPhone account.”

“He’s busy.”

“I have keys.”

“Then I’ll change the locks.” Kendall appears behind her and moves to shut the door.

“Yeah except my name is on the fucking deed.”

He storms off and Joanne sighs, opening the door.

“Thank you. I don’t mean to put you in the middle. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.”

She rushes after her husband who sits on his bed pretending to read a book.

“Seriously?’

“Uh-huh.”

“I have two brothers. I will literally sit on your chest until you look at me.”

“Nish—”

She sits down on the bed to show she isn’t bluffing. He keeps his eyes on his book (which by the way is a shitty Dan Brown novel that everyone was upset about years ago, so no way he’s actually reading that). 

“It’s about Sophie. Kids are sending her that article on her Instagram. I deleted them before she saw them.” 

“What do you mean?”

“It’s probably your dad planting shit, but it says you’re using again. Stumbling through Manhattan delirious about a coup.”

He looks at her and anger flashes through his hazel eyes. 

“I’m not fucking using. I have been sober for 3 years. Do I need to show you the coins?”

“I don’t need to see the goddamn coins.” She throws her hands up.

“I got sober for you. For the kids.” He puts his book down.

“For us? Not for you?” She raises her eyebrows.

“And for me!” His voice cracks as he raises it.

“Don’t yell at me.” She sets her jaw, but her voice is calm as ever. “I didn’t—I didn’t sign up to be a single mom, Kendall. I can’t do this on my own.

Kendall leans forward. “What the fuck are you talking about? I’m here. I see the kids.”

“Just the kids. I know this hurt you, but you’re hurting me. Just me. And I don’t know why.” She can’t hold back the tears this time and lets them slip down her face. Kendall won’t look at her. “Just fucking tell me.”

She’s tired of staying up late and wondering what could possibly be going through his head. Why was she the bad guy? She supported him. She left message after message about how sorry she was it didn’t work out. That she loved him. That she wanted him home. 

Kendall bends his knees staring at them instead of his crying wife. She huffs and struggles to move next to him on the large bed. He’s gonna fucking look at her if it’s the last thing she does. Her dark eyes zero in on him as she waits. He lets out a heavy sigh. She’s not prepared for the bitterness in his voice.

“Fuck! You were right. You’re always fucking right and I—I should’ve been more prepared. I should’ve talked to you and I didn’t—I wanted to be right.”

Her hand shakes as she wipes her eyes. She fights back more tears as she tilts her head back up to look at him. His eyes dart from hers to his hands. 

“I know what your family thinks of me. I’m a fuck up dragging you down and just once I wanted to prove them wrong.”

She bites her full lower lip and scrambles to think of what to say. Yes, Ramesh has never been a fan of Kendall’s, especially since the stint in rehab. Kapil likes to play Switzerland. Her mother just wants her and the kids to be safe and secure.

“It’s…” She takes a deep breath and tries to touch his hand, but he pulls it back. “It’s not you versus me. We’re a team, remember?” 

He clears his throat and puts the book on his nightstand. 

“When are you dropping the kids off? Or am I picking them up for the weekend?”

She holds back the cry and steels herself. He had nothing to say to her, huh?

“My mom got Iverson into see that specialist in Jersey. Friday. It’s the only time she can meet.”

“So, I can’t even see my kids? My fucking kids? Why are you punishing me? I’m not using drugs! I’m fucking stable.”

She sighs and rubs her temples. “We’ve been waiting on this specialist for two years.”

“I know you love being right, Nisha, but they’re my kids too. We get it, you’re the superior parent. I just want to see them.”

Nisha lets out a shaky breath and moves off the bed knowing where this is going.

“If you can’t let me do that then I don’t know why you’re  fucking here, Nisha. I really don’t.”

She nods and blinks back tears. “There’s, um, an email, from your dad. Roman forwarded it. You should probably read it.”

“I thought you were my wife, not my goddamn secretary.”

“I’m not the enemy, Ken. I’m the one who loves you, asshole.”

She storms out and he doesn’t even move. 

#succession #kendall roy #kendall roy x oc #kendall roy x ofc #oc: nisha asuri roy #happier now #fan fic

[hoe4hotchner]

Words will be words

Pairing: Luke Alvez x Penelope Garcia x Platonic!reader

Word count: 956

A/N: Look at me making non Hotch content. Not gonna lie, the ending doesn’t really have any closure, but the fic is a fluff piece soo.... enjoy :)

“Newbie! Shut up... Anyways, I will be saying the exact same thing Alvez was about to, but with a little more charm.” Garcia was quick to shoot Luke down as he opened his mouth.

You had been stuck with the two for weeks now, recovering from an injury from a previous case. You were not quite in the clear yet, and everyone had agreed that it would be better that you not take a risk, and stay back at Quantico with Garcia, and now Luke.

After going rogue, Luke had been put on probationary status, forced to stay back too. And although he was supposed to consult the team from afar, he acted more like a glorified personal assistant to the tech wiz.

You could help but shake your head with a smile on your lips, you had seen the signs way too many times before. Maybe not at the BAU, but definitely in school. High School or the Academy, it did not matter. The human psyche was still the same.

Maybe they could hide it from each other, maybe they were both oblivious to the other. One thing they couldn’t hide was the way that Luke smiled every time Garcia was around, every time he spoke to her on the phone. A smile he didn’t even use when he was talking about his most prized possession Roxy.

Garcia on the other hand, she was snarky in her remarks, on the brink of being hostile. That was her tell. Garcia was not good at responding to change, she hated it in fact, but the day Alvez had walked into the office, something in her had changed. You were not sure how many had picked up on it, but you surely had.

With a crutch in hand, you hobbled out of the conference room, slowly making your way to the kitchen in search of not only a cup of coffee but the brownies that you knew Garcia had brought into the building earlier that morning. One step at a time, it took you a while to get down there.

“Why did you leave me all alone with that... that... that she-devil?” Luke asked as he came up to you. He folded his arms over his chest, carefully leaning against the countertops.

“You know she doesn’t hate you as much as you think she does.” You said while pouring yourself a cup to your liking. Your eyes stayed locked on the beverage, however, feeling looks gaze locked on you.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You could tell that he was confused from his tone, the slightly judging strain to his voice pushed to the forefront of his words.

“You’re smart enough to figure that out yourself, Alvez.” You shifted your attention, giving him a single pat on his shoulder before hobbling back towards the conference room. 

Luke followed you, offering to carry the scalding hot mug filled to the brim with delicious coffee. You agreed, knowing that at some point you’d probably end up spilling it all over yourself.

“Why can’t you just tell me, since you already know. It’ll make it a lot easier on me.”

“I thought you already knew. Profilers don’t have it easy.” Garcia was not in the room as you entered, figuring that she had probably returned to her bat cave.

Caught the guy, heading home in an hour or so. Great work!

It was like a lightbulb appeared over your head as you read the text from Emily and meanwhile also spotted the two keycards of both agents laying on the table amongst files and papers.

“If you must know, let’s go to the cave of wonders.” Luke steadied you, making the trip faster and shorter. True enough, Garcia was in her office, closing down the last few tabs on the case as you entered.

“What’s the newbie doing in here?” She was quick to greet the two of you, spinning around in her chair.

“Listen to me! Because I’m only saying this once! You two need to figure this out. Penny, you don’t hate Luke, that’s very clear, maybe not to you guys, but it is to everyone else. And Luke, you’re not bothered at all by her comments, you think she’s feisty for it. It only makes you love her more. I’m sorry that I just profiled you guys, but you need to figure this out. Now.” You ordered, the pair of them not having noticed how you’d made your way further out of the room and leaving them before you closed the door and quickly scanned your keycard.

They were trapped for good now. You heard the banging of their fists against the door as you returned to the conference room, only to be disturbed by your phone going off.

“Yeah?” You smirked putting the call on speaker.

“If you don’t let us out right this instant, I will... I will... I will banish all cute and cuddly kitten goodness from your life so every cat you meet will hiss at you and try to scratch your couch to shreds.”

“Well, then I suggest that you start getting along, cause I’m not letting you out until you admit that you like each other.” You ended the call. Or at least until the rest of the team got back and the workday was over, but they didn’t have to know that.

As you started gathering the files and cleaning up your mess, you occasionally felt the vibrations of your phone buzzing in your back pocket, knowing fully well that it was Garcia or Luke trying to persuade you. But you did not give in. They needed to learn how to deal with their emotions, whether they liked it or not. 

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history has it eyes on you [jennifer jareau]

jennifer jareau x fem reader

requested by anon: Love your JJ fics ❤️❤️ I was hoping could you do another one where the reader is somewhat new to the BAU and is either dating or has a thing with JJ. But the reader is known for doing these heroic and kinda reckless acts that ends up saving the victims. And while everyone in the bureau thinks that she's an absolute badass and incredible at her job JJ can't help but love and hate it. She loves it as she's amazing at her job and always ends up saving them but she hates how she always seems to be in the line of fire and in danger. After one too many close calls JJ kinda loses it on the reader.

*not my gif*

You were nineteen when you joined the academy. However, once you got the job you were longing for you were still a bright young prospect at twenty two. The youngest on the team, even younger than boy genius. 

You always had dreams of dying like a martyr. The bravest thing you thought that anyone could do was sacrifice themself for the ones they love the most. Sure, that’s not the healthiest thing in the entire world, but it was everything to you. 

“Have you guys heard that we’re getting a new member?” Garcia asked as her, Prentiss, and JJ walked into the bureau with their coffees in hand.

Prentiss nodded, “Heard they were a part of the Navy Seals for awhile. They were known as the youngest on that squad and they’re even younger than Reid,” 

“Really?” JJ asked, slightly shocked that someone is younger than Reid. 

Hotch walked out of his office as the rest of the team gathered by their desks, you walked right behind him, his taller figuring covering you from the view of the rest of the team.

Hotch cleared his throat before looking at all of them, “I’d like to formally introduce you guys to the newest member of the team, Agent Y/N Y/L/N,” 

You emerged from behind Hotch and you gave all of them an awkward wave. Until your eyes fell onto a pair of familiar blue ones. Her face was calm and collected, but you could tell by her eyes that she was internally freaking out.

You tried to fight off a smile that was forming on your face at the sight of your old flame back in the days of Afghanistan. But by the look on her face, you knew no one else really knew of her Afghanistan days.

Afghanistan wasn’t all bad. Sure you were put there to try and take down Bin Laden, but the city that was surrounded by war was absolutely beautiful. All of the architecture and the culture, even the people. 

This was one of the days where you completely forgot that you were in the middle of a war. JJ was standing on the balcony in the city of Kabul, the capitol of Afghanistan. The sun was setting behind her as you handed her a glass of wine.

It’s illegal to drink there, but as long as no one saw you called it a win. You stood behind her and wrapped her arms around her waist. You hooked your chin onto her shoulder as you kissed her rosy cheeks. 

“This is nice,” she mumbled and you hummed in response.

“I agree. You make this whole mission so much more bearable,” you whispered.

Penelope ran over to you and gave you a big hug, “Hi! I’m Penelope Garcia, the best tech out there!” 

You laughed softly, hugging her back, “Hi!” 

Once you pulled away, you were introduced one by one to each of the team members. Until you eventually were stopped at the beautiful blonde you’ve known worlds ago. 

You extended your hand out to her, meeting her bright blue eyes. You raised your eyebrows up at her, “Y/N Y/L/N,” you formally introduced.

She hesitated before grabbing your hand, the familiar spark electrocuting your body and you could tell that she felt it too, “Jennifer Jareau,”

“I like your eyes, they’re very blue, did you know that?” you told her, recalling your first ever conversation.

JJ just gave a tight lipped smile before nodding, “Yeah, well, I kind of had them my whole life so I think I know that they’re blue,” 

“Right,” 

You were suited up in your gear as your commander walked you over to the representative from the state department. You climbed high in the rankings with all of your hard work and selflessness, you became a lieutenant commander. 

“Lieutenant commander Y/L/N, this is our state department liaison Jennifer Jareau. She will be helping assist us in communication with some of the hostages,” your commander introduced the two of you and you nodded.

You stuck out your hand and smiled at her softly, “Y/N Y/L/N,” 

She grabbed your hand, smiling back, “Jennifer Jareau, but you can call me JJ for short,” 

“Well JJ, I like your eyes. They’re very blue, did you know that?” you asked, awkwardly. You mentally face palmed yourself, realizing that you were getting nervous around the beautiful blonde.

JJ laughed at your awkwardness before nodding, “Yeah, well, I kind of had them my whole life so I think I know that they’re blue,” 

“Right,” you drew out, mentally face palming yourself harder than before. 

You let out a soft chuckle before finally dropping her hand. You knew in a room full of profilers that they would notice if a friendly handshake lasted too long, no matter how hard you didn’t want to lose her touch. 

That was the only interaction the two of you had the entire case. Most of the time you were partnered up with Prentiss. She had more experience than JJ as a profiler since JJ was a liaison first. 

For your first case, you impressed them all with how selfless you were. You would push yourself in front of the rest of the team when confronting an unsub. You would always be the one talking them down as their gun was pointed right at you. 

“Jimmy Barnes, put the gun down,” you ordered, as he held the girl by gun point, “I said, put it down!” 

He shook his head, “No! She needs to die! I need to finish what I started!” he yelled.

Jimmy Barnes, your first ever unsub was ironically going after girls who matched your description. He became so obsessed with a video game that he altered it with reality. The villain in the game looking surprisingly like you.

“Then kill me instead, you’ll win the game if you let her go and kill me,” you offered.

You could feel JJ’s eyes on you and the rest of the team gave you a quick glance before going to look back at Jimmy. For a split second you weren’t sure, what he was gonna do until he eventually threw the hostage towards Rossi, before grabbing you in the process.

He thought he had a good grip on you, but you were a Navy Seal, you know how to get out of a hold or two. Before he could pull the trigger, you elbowed his groin and threw him onto the floor. 

Jimmy landed on his stomach with a hard thump, you straddled his back before  putting him in handcuffs, “Jimmy Barnes, you are under arrest for the murders of Nicole Watkins, Macy Martin, and Leah Butler,” you told him, listing all of his rights. 

Once you got back on the jet, your eyes drifted over to JJ who was staring out of the window. You just kept staring, trying to profile her from afar. You noticed that there was no ring on her finger yet, so that was a plus. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t dating anyone.

Morgan snapped you out of your trance, “That was a brave thing you did out there. He could’ve easily just shot you dead before you could even make a move,” 

“Yeah, but it saved the girl didn’t it?” you fired back and from the corner of your eye you could see JJ let out a sigh, shaking her head. 

“It did, you’re gonna be a great part of this team!” Morgan patted your shoulder before taking a seat next to Reid. 

You took this as an opportunity to get some shut eye on the flight back to Quantico. And your slumber seemed to drift back to you and JJ. 

The two of you were tangled in the sheets of the hard mattress. The hot air of Afghanistan causing your already sweating bodies to become more sticky. JJ was playing with your hair as her head rested on your chest. 

“This is very unprofessional,” she whispered.

You chuckled softly before nodding, “Well no one has to know what we do,” you whispered back, “But if anyone were to walk into my tent they’d see your clothes all over the floor,” 

She lifted her head slightly before seeing your clothes scattered all over it. She let out a content sight before putting her head back down.

“If I'm being honest, I don’t think I’d care,” she said, kissing your jawline. 

You exaggerated a gasp, “Did the Jennifer Jareau just say she wouldn’t care if someone caught us breaking the rules?!” 

“I wouldn’t care because I’m in love with you,” 

Your ears perked up at those five words, “I’m in love with you too,” you whispered, leaning down to attach your lips together.

The more you went on cases with the team, the more reckless (well you’d like to call it heroic) you’ve become. You would run into a hostage situation with an aggressive unsub without a bulletproof vest or weapon. 

You thought that you would get a talking to from Hotch about being so reckless, but he never did. The others rarely thought anything of it and just thought you were an absolute badass. Well, everyone but JJ, you could tell your need to constantly be the hero was getting under her skin a little. 

You just didn’t think she’d care anymore. She barely interacted with you and when you did they were short professional conversations. Even when you went out with the team, she wouldn’t interact with you.

“So, what’s going on with JJ?” Morgan asked you as you and the team were flying out to Tacoma, Washington. 

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Nothing,” 

He hummed, “Well you’re staring at JJ like you’re in a romcom and just lost the love of your life. So what’s going on? You know you can talk to me,” 

Morgan had become like an older brother figure to you. He was the closest person to you on the team and you knew he could trust him with anything.

“Well, JJ and I knew each other awhile ago. We had a thing and it was really good, but you know, nothing lasts forever,” you confined in him and he nodded.

“That’s why she’s avoiding you like the plague?” he asked.

You shrugged, “I don’t know. It was a long time ago and she broke things off with me. So, I don’t understand why she’s avoiding me. If anything it should be the other way around,” 

“I would just try to talk to her. Obviously, something’s still bugging her if she’s avoiding you this much. Just talk to her,” he suggested and you nodded. 

You wanted to talk to JJ the entire case, but the unsub shortened his kill time and struck back to back. So, you were working twice as hard and twice as fast to stop them. 

And when you did find them let’s just say, you had to act quick. The unsub set his own house on fire with him and the hostage family inside of it. Hotch had called the fire department, but they wouldn’t get there for another ten minutes.

There was no way that the family would survive that. The smoke inhalation. The fire spreading quickly. Before any of the team could even react, you were off and running in to a burning building. 

“Y/N!” you heard JJ shout, but it was too late you were already in the building. 

The unsub was standing there with a sinister smirk on your face and just as he was about to attack you, you sent a bullet through his shoulder. He fell onto the floor in pain. 

The family of three were coughing up a storm. You could feel the smoke already start to fill your lungs. You gestured for the family to start running out of the house. 

“My daughter is stuck under there! You need to get her out of here!” the father yelled and you nodded.

“I’ll save her, you guys need to leave now!” you screamed. 

“I’m not leaving-” the mom begins to protest, but you cut her off.

“I promise I’ll get her out of here, but if you don’t leave she’s not going to have anyone there to take care of her!” you exclaimed. Without another word they run out of the building. You looked at the little girl who was stuck behind a piece of broken ceiling. 

You smiled at the girl who just seemed numb and you grabbed her arm, “Hi kiddo,” you finally got out between coughs, “My name’s Y/N and I’m here to save you okay? You’re safe now. No one can hurt you. Do you mind if I touch you and help you out?” 

She nodded without another word. You started coughing uncontrollably before you finally held her in your arms. 

JJ was pacing back and forth from outside. Her thoughts spinning as she just watched you run into a burning building. Two figures started rushing out of the building. JJ and Morgan ran towards the couple, leading them towards the ambulance.

“Where’s the agent who went in to help you?” JJ asked, frantically. 

“She’s still in there. She’s helping our daughter, she was stuck. She promised that she’d save her,” the mother told JJ.

Right as she finished her sentence, there was huge crash. Everyone’s head turned back to the house to see the roof caved in and the building was falling apart. 

“Y/N,” JJ whispered before raising her voice, screaming out your name uncontrollably, “Y/N!”

Her mind flashed back to Afghanistan, when the good thing the two of you had going turned sour. 

It was dark out and you, JJ, and some of trying to search an abandoned compound that you assumed the Talibans were using to help create bombs. You sensed a slight tension against your shin. 

It felt like what would happen if you rubbed your shin against a bush. But there was no shrubbery around the group, only grass and dirt. At the same time there was a pinning noise and that was the only thing you could hear. 

You had walked into a tripwire, looking down you saw the primed grenade, “Grenade! Take cover!” you yelled to the rest of your team.

You don’t know why you did what you did. Maybe it was because you felt responsible for what was about to happen. You pushed JJ towards the rest of the group as one of your fellow soldiers pulled her behind the concrete building.

You threw off your backpack and jammed it into the grenade, before lying next to it in fetal position to block the explosion from expanding towards them. You were just counting down, waiting for the consequences. 

5, 4, 3, 2,1, you counted and your whole body relaxed as the thought that maybe the bomb was a dud crossed your mind. But just as you relaxed it blew up in front of you. 

“Y/N!” JJ screamed. 

The orange sparks and the smoke cleared, but you knew you were still alive. You were so disoriented, so disoriented to the point where you didn’t even notice that you were blasted so much further away from where you originally laid. 

JJ and the patrol medic ran over to you. She put her hands on my face and noticed how disoriented you were. JJ noticed the blood pouring down your nose and ears. 

“Y/N, I need you to stay with me,” JJ told you, drawing figures on your bloody cheeks, “The doctor’s checking you out, I need you to stay awake, okay? Please, for me,” her voice cracked. 

No matter how hard you tried, your eyes just seemed to shut and you couldn’t open them again.

“No!” JJ screamed as she continued to watch the house burn down in flames. 

Tears were flowing down her cheeks. The trauma of Afghanistan and the thought of losing you flooded her mind. She always wondered why her relationships with people after you never worked. 

She made excuses for herself. The idea that her job as a profiler took up too much of her time. Or the guys or girls she dated were just bad seeds. But that wasn’t the idea. It was the idea that she was still so in love with you, maybe even waiting for the day she’ll get you back. 

JJ looked around the rest of your team. Reid was trying his best to fight off tears, but you could hear him sniffling. He always thought of you as one of his best friends. You related to him more than anyone because of how young you were. 

Morgan and Prentiss stood up tall and were staying strong. But JJ could tell from a mile away that it was getting harder every second that was going by. Prentiss thought of you as a little prodigy, you reminded her of a young Prentiss, and all she wanted to do was protect you even though she knew you didn’t need it. 

Then there was Hotch who stood there emotionless, but he was just trying to actually stay strong for the team. Hotch knew that you were the reckless type, it didn’t take a profiler to notice that. 

The last thing he said to you before he introduced you to the team was, “I see that you want to fight, you’ve got this hunger. I was just like you when I was younger, head full of fantasies of dying like a martyr. Just remember, dying is easy, living is harder.” 

But then they saw a figure emerge from the smoke. The little girl you were carrying was unconscious in your arms. You were coughing up a storm as you crashed onto the lawn. 

The team and paramedics ran towards you. JJ cupped your cheeks as your eyes fluttered open and closed. The smoke that was filling your lungs, making it hard to breathe. The paramedics through an oxygen mask on your face as they tried to help you breathe.

You pulled it off really quick, “Y/N! Put the oxygen mask back on!” JJ scolded you.

You were coughing up a storm as you finally got out what you said between your coughs, “I’m still in love with you,” you told her.

She was about to respond when you started seizing on the ground. Hotch pushed the team out of the way so the paramedics could do their job.

JJ’s mine still drifted back to Afghanistan as she watched them drag you to the hospital. It reminded her of when they brought you back to the med camp after the explosion. The fear settling into her bones that she might not ever see you again.

When you were finally more stable to understand what was going on around you, you were in the med tent of the camp. JJ was sitting next to you with her hands intertwined with yours.

You moved slightly and her head shot up to look at you, “How bad is it?” 

“Your eardrums are perforated, but there’s suspected to be no lasting damage.Your backpack and body armor absorbed most of the damage. You know the doctors say you’re lucky, but I just say you’re stupid,” she told you and you looked at her with furrow brows. 

“That was a little harsh,” you muttered.

She rolled her eyes, “What you did was stupid! It was stupid and reckless! I almost lost you today because of how stupid you were being!” 

“It was heroic!” you screamed. It didn't matter to you that your head was still pounding and your ears were ringing from the explosion, but you were being attacked after you just woke up.

“You don’t see the point! I almost lost you! There are people who care about you! I care about you and if I lost you today I don’t know what I would’ve done!” she screamed, “So I need you to promise me that this isn’t going to happen again. That you’ll start being more careful and thinking more without doing,” 

You sat there in silence unsure of what to say, “I can’t promise that,” you whispered after so many minutes. 

She bit her lip, removing her hand from yours. JJ stood up and started packing up the things that she had in the tent, “Then I can’t do this. If you’re not going to even respect a simple decision as to being less reckless for your own safety, then I can’t do this. I don’t think that what I’m asking is too hard, but I guess it is,” 

“JJ,” you whispered, but it was too late she was already gone.

She didn't come to visit you after that. As you sat there in your own silence, you realized that you made a mistake. You wanted to talk to her, but every time you asked someone to grab her she would always be busy or she’d just never come. 

Once you were finally well enough to be discharged from med tent and back to your own, it was too late. There was a little note left on the hard mattress the two of you once shared.

“Y/N, I’ve decided to leave. Another state department liaison is coming to replace me. I just can’t stay and watch you throw your life on the line anymore. Maybe in another world, but just not this one- JJ,” the note read and you let out a groan of frustration before falling onto the mattress.

You woke up from your seizure to see JJ sitting the corner of the room. She was curled up in the faux leather seat as she was sleeping peacefully. Your mouth felt dry as you reached over to grab the water that sat on the bedside table. 

All your stirring around caused JJ to wake up, her head shooting over to you to make sure you were okay. You looked at her softly and smiled, “How’s the little girl?”

“Safe and recovering,” she answered shortly.

“Where’s everyone else?” you asked.

“They’re in the waiting room. I tried to get them to go home, but they insisted on staying,” she mentioned and you smiled softly.

You could tell she was holding back from what she was going to say, so you let out a sigh, “Whatever you’re holding back, just get it out,” 

“That was stupid of you,” she said sternly, reminding you of your very last conversation before you met her again, “You almost died again! And I had to be there to witness it again!”

“I saved a family’s life today,” you told her, your voice dry, but just as stern. 

“But at what cost? Risking your own?!” she exclaimed and you pinched the bridge of your nose, putting your head down, “It was stupid!”

“Can you stop saying that?! It was brave and heroic! Why can’t you just be accepting about it like everyone else?!” you yelled back.

“There it is again! With your heroic bullshit!” she threw her hands up in frustration, walking closer to your bed, “What’s the big deal about it?” 

“I need to be remembered! I need to have my name in books and you know sacrificing yourself and saving as many people as possible gets you there! My family’s legacy is shot, I need to make a legacy of mine and if this is the way to do it then so be it! I need to be a hero, so I can be loved since my parents never did!” you finally exploded, telling her all the reasons why you are the way you are.

“You don’t need to sacrifice yourself to be loved!” she argued.

You scoffed, “Well, apparently I do since the only time you’ve seemed to want to talk to me since I’ve joined the team is when I’m recovering from almost dying. I don’t understand why you’re so angry at me right now, you broke up with me. You left me to recover from the bomb on my own! So tell me, why do you even care?!” 

“Because I’m still in love with you!” she finally screamed and your eyes softened.

“You don’t need to sacrifice yourself to be a hero or loved because in my eyes you’re already a hero. I care because the thought of living the rest of my life without you kills me. Living my life without you the last few years was the time I felt numb. Then you came back and I wanted to give us a shot again, but I was scared,” she whispered.

“Scared about what?” you asked.

“You were still as reckless as ever. You are still so obsessed with getting your name in the history books that you don’t care who you hurt in the process. I was scared that if I got too attached that one day you’d just die,” she told you, “At least with breaking up with you, I knew you were still alive and I didn’t lose you forever,”

There was a moment of silence before she spoke up again, “You don’t understand that you risking your life out like that hurts the people who love and care about. You don’t need to have millions of people know your name, all you need are the ones who matter most to you and you don’t understand that. I love how protective and heroic you are, but I hate it more. The hate overcomes the love,” 

You reached your hand out for her to come closer. You intertwined your fingers together before placing a kiss to the top of her hand. She had tears threatening to pour down her face.

You brushed a strand of her blonde hair from behind her ear before you cupped her cheeks softly, “I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I didn’t know how badly my acts affected you. I wish that we talked about this when I was still stationed, maybe I could’ve knocked some sense into myself and we’d still be together,”

“But I’d really like a second chance JJ,” you whispered shyly, the fear of rejection overtaking your promise, “I’ll make that promise I should’ve made ages ago. Be less reckless, be a hero in smaller less dramatic ways. But I also understand if you don’t, I know I’m fucked in the head,” 

JJ leaned her forehead on top of yours before kissing you softly, “One more chance,” she whispered, “No more bombs, or gunmen, or fires,”

You kissed her once more, “I just hope I can be the hero that you deserve, the right kind of hero,” 

“There’s no doubt in my mind that you won’t be,” 

#jennifer jareau imagines #jennifer jareau x reader #jj criminal minds #jj x reader #criminal minds

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— JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE TWENTY ONE || JUJUTSU KOSHIEN

↳ featuring : basically everyone at this point from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mention of violence + mention of injuries + EXTREME grammar issues

↳ form : story

↳ published : 20 april

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 4.4k

↳ synopsis : within the jujutsu world, there were three famous clans to be aware of, the Kamo clan, Zenin clan and the Gojo clan. However, unknown to many sorcerers there was one last family that was known to be apart of the three, only for them to disappear after the golden era leading some to speculate that they had died in battle after the sealing of ryomen sukuna, but....

↳ previous episode : nonstandard 

↳ next episode : jamais vu

↳ barista’s notes : let me admit, i ain’t confident in this chapter since i started school again, but i hope you enjoy this episode and thank you for being so patient with me as i try to fit tumblr into my schedule with school ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ

BEFORE READING, I NEED YOU TO BE AWARE OF THIS:

1. the whole story belongs to Gege Akutami and the credits go to them and them only.

2. the spell curses used belong to Tite Kubo due to them being the ‘Kidos’ being used on the manga and anime ‘Bleach’ - but none is mentioned in this chapter.

2.5. for the ‘cursed spells’/kidos (bleach) i will link this video here and tell you the time stamp to check out what i am intending to show - remember i add a few twist here and there by adding the katana to link with Y/N’s cursed technique : hopefully this video is slightly better...

Destructive Curse Spell Number Thirty-Three : Sokatsui (6:00-6:07) (blue lighting explosion - Itadori Yuji)

3. if you are confused on anything, please don’t hesitate to message me since i know this whole thing is so confusing.

this is Y/N outfit when she came into the baseball game (blame twitter)

“How much longer are you going to stare at her? It’s creepy”

Snapping out of his daze, Gojo quickly looked up from your sleeping figure to find his stoic student (who was now sitting up) looking at him with a deadpan expression before he turned to look at your sleeping figure as well with somewhat of a worried expression, wondering what caused you to be knocked out since what Fushiguro could recall was that the last time he saw you, it seemed like you were well and confident before he was carried away by Panda.

“Is it bad to worry about my daughter?” Gojo questioned with a hint of a teasing tone before looking back down at you with his small smiling turning into a straight line.

“Student to be exact, but I guess not after what the curses were after,” Fushiguro quietly mentioned causing Gojo to once again, look up to view Fushiguro with a confused expression painted on his face, trying to convey that he didn’t have a clue on what his student was trying to say. “The special-grade was after L/N...but I don’t know why,” Fushiguro instantly declared as if he was answering to his teacher’s perplexed expression leading to Gojo sighing in frustration before taking one of his hands out of his pocket to stroke your hair as if it would bring you some comfort in your dreamless slumber as he then processed to remove his other hand from his other pocket to reveal a carton of orange juice before placing it on the bedside table.

“Is that so?” Gojo asked rhetorically, before making his way towards the door since he was informed that there was going to be a meeting with the Jujutsu Tech principles and sorcerers that were involved with the whole Exchange Event incident.

However, before he was able to grab onto the handle, the wooden door violently flew open showcasing his other students Itadori and Kugisaki on the other side with a box of pizza in hand leading Gojo to smile at them both.

“Oh Gojo-sensei! What are you doing here?” Itadori asked once he comprehended that it was his teacher blocking the way to see his two other classmates.

“Ah~ I was just visiting Megumi and Y/N before I go, make sure to not make too much noise, I’m sure Y/n would really appreciate it,” Gojo answered with a cheerful tone, leading Kugisaki to tilt her head to the side to realise that you were sleeping - much to her disappointment.

“She’s still recovering?” Kugisaki then questioned, leading her teacher to look at her before explaining that you were knocked out due to using an excessive amount of cursed energy within a short amount of time causing Kugisaki to nod to his little lie since he didn’t even know why you were extremely distraught when he came to collect you.

“I’ll be going now, so see you later~ don’t wake up my precious daughter!” Gojo states with a playful tone, before waving his hand to all of the first-years leaving them to themselves with a warm box of pizza in hand.

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“Next up are the casualties: three second-grade sorcerers, one semi first-grade sorcerer, five assistant supervisors, and two cursed storehouse guards. They’re all sorcerers who were standing by at Jujutsu High and working separately from Gojo-san and Principal Yaga. We’re waiting on the report from Ieiri-san, but we’re nearly certain it was the work of the cursed spirit that Nanami-san encountered before,” Ijichi explained as he was looking down at the document sheets he had in hand to inform all the sorcerer that was in front of him about the situation at hand.

“Tsk,” Gojo tutted in annoyance while leaning against the door with his lower face tucked into the collar of his sorcerer uniform.

“Do you think we should share this information with the students and the other sorcerers?” Utahime asked as she turned to her colleagues.

“No,” the Kyoto principal: Gakuganji quickly answered, as the fellow principal from Tokyo: Yaga explained that it was better for this information to be among the higher-ups as he didn’t want to cause anymore panic to the students residing in the area right now as well as not wanting any of the curse users in their captivity to know that a few special-grade objects that been stolen from the school premises.

“Has the curse user we captured spilled anything?” principal Yaga queried, leading Ijichi to explain that it wasn’t hard to get the certain curse user to talk at all since he was quite cooperative but all they managed to receive was irrelevant information that was deemed somewhat unhelpful to them.

“However, he claims that he only participated in the attack because he was ordered to as part of a deal,” Ijicji added, before informing everyone about the monk that the curse user was talking about when he was interrogated.

“An androgynous monk kid with a bob cut? That ring any bells?” MeiMei asked, as she turned her head slightly to peer at Gojo, who was right behind her.

“Nope! We sure he’s not spouting bullshit? Is there any sorcerer skilled at getting confessions?” Gojo answered before asking his questions since he knew he couldn’t be too sure if the curse user was even telling the truth in the first place.

“How did a cursed spirit and outsiders get through Tengen-sama’s barriers in the first place?” Utahime questioned, as she was still confused on how so many people were able to get in without any problems and alerts.

“That was probably the work of the special-grade cursed spirit the students fought, that one has a unique presence. Even though it’s a cursed spirit, it’s incredibly close to a natural spirit. According to Aoi, it was able to hide among plants and was quite burnt from a few techniques like wood would be, and Tengen-sama’s barrier doesn’t function against plants. Tengen-sama’s barrier puts all its power into hiding, not protecting, so once you get in, it’s kind of weak,” Gojo answered his colleague with an explanation that led the whole room to turn completely silent for quite some time.

‘Are they worried about Sukuna’s Finger enhancing Yuji’s potential? Or are they trying to enhance themselves? Why would they need Y/N then? Something isn’t sitting right’

“For now, let’s be glad our students are safe,” Utahime mentioned with a calm smile presented on her face as there was one calm and good news that they would celebrate on.

‘Safe? How long until Y/N is going to stay safe? For how long?’

“But it goes without saying that the exchange event is now cancelled,” principal Yaga informed everyone as he turned to look at the fellow Kyoto principal, who was sitting right near him.

“Hold on, that’s not for us to decide, is it?” Gojo asked in a light tone, causing everyone in the room to look at him in confusion since they didn’t know what they meant by it not being their decision.

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“When did you start getting along with that gorilla?”

At this moment, Itadori and Kugisaki were sitting next to each side of Fushiguro’s bed, as they were visiting both you and him, while all of them were munching on the pizza (which only had a few slices left) that was currently sitting on top of Fushiguro’s legs.

“Well, we got along, but like...I remember what happened, but I wasn’t exactly myself then…” Itadori answered in complete uncertainty as he didn’t even know the answer himself, causing him to scratch his head in confusion.

“What, were you drunk?” Kugisaki questioned in confusion since she was expecting a confident answer from her classmates.

“You believe I could’ve been drinking liquor in this situation? I’m shocked,” Itadori mentioned before looking down with somewhat of a disappointed look that his owl friend thought of him like that. “But I’m glad you and Y/N weren’t seriously hurt, Fushiguro. You’re able to eat pizza now, too” Itadori stated with a smile on his face as he turned to look at the shikigami user before turning his head to see your still sleeping figure on the bed behind Kugisaki causing her to turn around to check if you had woken up yet.

“Come on, bring me something easier to digest,” Fushiguro replied since he was still recovering but nonetheless, took the food that was given to him.

“No complaining,” Kugisaki answered back before taking another bite of her pizza slice before snatching the box away from Itadori, who was about to grab another slice, due to her wanting to save the last remaining two slices of the cheesy food for you.

“Apparently, I got off easier because my cursed energy was all dried up, Ieiri-san was still able to fix me up as soon as the roots were removed, but I didn’t know Gojo used up so much cursed energy as well, Gojo seemed really worried when he went to Ieiri-san,” Fushiguro explained before turning his head to glance at you.

“Huh, so that’s a thing that can happen?” Itadori questioned.

“You fought against them, didn’t you? Also, did you see the flowers right above us when we were in the veil? They were so pretty!” Kugisaki commented, before looking up as if she was going to answer who was the person was that released the technique.

“Flowers? Oh, you mean the pink ones?! Kugisaki, those were so dangerous, didn’t you see the blue lighting explosion that happened right after?! It literally gave the curse a whole gash across its body!” Itadori exclaimed in shock causing Fushiguro to remember the array of flowers that were hanging in the sky when Panda was carrying him just before he crossed the veil.

“It was so beautiful though, I hope to see them again, I wonder who it was?” Kugisaki questioned before finishing off the last piece of pizza.

“Itadori, you’ve grown stronger. Back then, we both said our convictions were proper ones, I still think that’s true. Or, put another way, we’re both wrong,” Fushiguro mentioned with a low tone, causing both Itadori and Kugisaki to look at him as he was talking.

“Huh?” Itadori uttered in a confused tone, while Kugisaki processed to rest her face on the palm of her hand with a small pout.

“Some questions don’t have answers, you know. You’re thinking too hard, you’ll go bald,” Kugisaki mentioned.

“That’s right. There is no answer, it’s just whether or not you can accept it. But there’s no accepting anything if you can’t have it your way. Weak sorcerers can’t do that,” Fushigurp replied back causing the whole room to go silent as they were beginning to process what Fushiguro had said in his mind.

“So I’m going to become strong, too. I’ll surpass you in no time,” Fushiguro declared as he turned to face Itadori with a look of determination.

“You never change,” Itadori responded with a small light giggle.

“Don’t just move the conversation forward without me, we need to catch up with him and Gojo,” Kugisaki mentioned with annoyance painted on her face.

“That’s my brother’s friends for you!” 

Suddenly, the first-year trio rapidly turned their heads forwards to suddenly discover Todo sitting down right in front of Fushiguro’s bed with a smile on his face as he nodded proudly of the conversation that he had interrupted.

Unexpectedly, Itadori rushed towards the glass sliding door next to your bed and opened it with a loud bang before swiftly sprinting away from Fushiguro’s room as fast as a cheetah, only for Todo to follow behind him yelling out where his brother was going.

“I’m grateful to you, but give me a break!” Itadori screamed, causing Fushiguro and Kugisaki to look at the scene with deadpan shocked faces. However, what they didn’t seem to notice was you softly groaning at the loud noise that was happening right now leading your eyes to slowly open but quickly close due to the bright lighting in the room right now.

Hesitantly, you slower opened your eyes again to see a maroon coloured ceiling before blinking a few times to focus your sight, causing you to gradually sit up on the bed you were laying in as your looked down onto your lap leading your hair to cover your face away from your classmates, who now finally noticed that you had awakened from your slumber.

“Gojo, you’re awake!” Kugisaki announced with a smile on her face, yet that smile slowly disappeared once she noticed how you weren’t answering her at all, but rather you kept silent as your hand began to bring itself to your forehead as if you had a headache.

‘So loud…’

After sitting in silence for a while, you noticed that you were wearing a long white button-up with some black Adidas shorts leading you to wonder who changed you since Kugisaki was the only one to ever see you in your undergarments since she was always the one barging into your changing room to throw more clothing pieces for you to try. However, that was one minor inconvenience to think about right now.

Slowly, you turned your body around (so your back was facing Fushiguro and Kugisaki) before placing your feet down onto the wooden flooring, leading Fushiguro to worry about you falling since you had been asleep for quite some time, yet for some reason, you couldn’t hear him at all.

Steadily, you began to stand up with your hand on the mattress to keep some stability in case you did stumble back before you began to make your way towards the gap of the glass door that Itadori and Todo left through before gently lifting your head up to admire the clear sky from above.

‘It’s warm…’

Casually, your body began to lean on the side of the door to give yourself some support as you began to brisk in some of the light warmth the sun was giving you as if that was enough to bring you the comfort that you wanted right now before noticing how the wind was slowly picking up.

“Gojo, you would really get back in bed, you’re still in the healing process and it’s quite cold,” Kugisaki mentioned as she stood up to come to collect you and guide you back to back. However, for some reason, something was telling her to stop as she noticed how you were not listening to anyone at all - or, you just didn’t hear them as it seemed like your hearing was blocked for any human to human communication.

Instantly, the wind that was picking up suddenly blew out a large gush causing some of the leaves from the trees to violently ruffle from its branches while your hair was now messily blowing in the wind as you leaned against the side closer to maintain your footing before you steadily noticed a few pink petals making their way towards you from your right side causing your eyes to widen in shock.

‘There’s still some more?’

Slowly lifting your hand to the sky, you lightly felt the petal grazed your fingers ever so slightly before they slowly become disintegrated to a flow of cursed energy they were made out of causing Kugisaki to look at them in amazement as she stood by your side, as she realised that more was coming towards you both as if you were a magnet to them leading her to come to an assumption that you were the one that cast the flowers back when she was in the veil with the other students and teachers as she remembered that Gojo mentioned that you had used a lot of cursed energy.

“Pretty…” you softly muttered with a small but disheartened smile, trying to hide the emptiness that your heart now had to endure.

“Right,” Kugisaki answered back as she leaned her body on your side while continuing to admire the small flower show that was happening right now causing you both to not realise that the person behind you had his eyes widened as if he had just remembered something that he had completely forgotten about.

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“So anyways, a lot happened and some people died, but how about it? Want to  continue with the exchange event?” Gojo asked all the students who were in the room right now...well all of them minus one.

“Where is Gojo though? Shouldn’t she be here?” Fushiguro asked while standing here the staircase as Kugisaki and Maki began to look around the room to see if you really weren’t here with them causing him to look at Fushiguro, scared about his perspective skills.

“Ah~ about that, she’s moving her stuff from her dorm to my clan’s estate for her safety!” Gojo announced before clapping his hands to the side like he did when you first came into Jujutsu Tech leading everyone in the room to widen their eyes at the news since it was quite unexpected since you seemed like the type to reject the idea since Tengen’s barrier was helping you to be protected - but for you, it was easier for you to hide your family heritage if you weren’t in the dorms much to your dismay.

“I don’t know what to say about it…” Itadori muttered as he was thinking of an answer for both the continuation of the Kyoto Sister Exchange Event as well as your sudden move away from the Jujutsu Tech student dorms.

“Obviously...we continuing it, of course,” Todo declared, causing Itadori to suddenly tense up as he steadily backed up near Gojo to have some coverage and security.

“Your reasons?” Gojo asked as he turned to look at the Kyoto student.

“First, only those with a connection to the dead have the right to mourn them, it’s not our place to butt in there and second, if people have died, that’s all the more reason we need to become stronger, besides if it weren’t for the flower technique back then, we wouldn’t have been able to cause more crucial damage to those cursed spirits. Acquired strength comes from the accumulation of results. Tasting defeat and savouring victory is what leads up to grow, the most important part is for those results to exist,” Todo explained as he became to recall the blue lightning that damaged the special-grade curse to a massive degree which was enough for him to gain the upper ground during his fight leading Gojo to internally smile at the information.

“Todo-senpai’s surprisingly reliable,” Miwa whispered to her classmate Mai.

“Reliably crazy,” Mai answered as she rested her head on her knuckles.

“Third, when a student feels like they weren’t able to bring out their best, it hangs over them until they die,” Todo mentioned with a confident smile.

“How old are you?” Gojo suddenly questioned, as Todo wasn’t even as old as he was and the Kyoto student was already talking about ‘hangs over then until they die’.

“I’m fine with that,” Fushiguro mentioned.

“We’ll win anyway,” Kugisaki stated with confidence.

“It sounds stupid, but he has a point,” Kamo replied with calmness.

“Why don’t you rest, Kamo-kun?” Nishimiya mentioned as she stared at her classmate with a fed-up expression due to the bandages wrapped around his face.

“No objections here,” Panda declared as he was answering for the second years in the Tokyo side.

“Salmon~” Inumaki replied back.

“Will we draw lots for the individual battle pair-ups? I want to see Gojo beat Todo’s ass again,” Maki asked before mentioning you since she wanted to see you in a proper fight rather than the million of practice rounds you had with her causing Kugisaki to smile at the thought as well.

“Huh? There are no individual battles this year,” Gojo unexpectedly announced, causing all of the students from both Tokyo and Kyoto to become extremely perplexed.

“I hate routines, you know. Every year, we put the competition methods in this box and open it on the day of,” Gojo explained before tossing the wooden box to Itadori, who looked up for his permission to take out whatever was in the box which he was granted when the teacher nodded at him.

Reaching into the wooden box, Itadori’s fingers felt one single piece of paper within the box before he carefully took it out to see what was written on it, only for him to blink that the wording in pure confusion.

“Baseball?!” Principal Yaga exclaimed in confusion leading Itadori to suddenly discover that both principals from the Jujutsu Tech schools were peering over his shoulders, causing Gojo to walk out of the building with a pleasant smile on his face.

Once outside, he could hear the commotion from behind as he stretched his arms happily before placing his hands in his pocket as he noticed you were standing in front of him with some distance, while one hand on your hips and the other holding a familiar carton of orange juice that he remembered leaving on the bedside table when you were recovering.

“Going home?” he asked before making his way towards you.

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Currently, you were walking towards a certain baseball field after finishing some moving your items to the Gojo clan’s estate with an outfit consisting of a simple white button-up shirt tucked into a long black skirt paired with black heeled ankle boots that you decided to wear for the first time since they had been sitting in the box for quite some time after you had brought them on your last shopping trip with Kugisaki.

From what you could hear from the distance, there seemed to be a lot of shouting going on meaning someone didn’t know the rules of the game or they just been called out and the player wasn’t having it at all.

Opening the metal gate, a few people began to notice you coming into the field leading some of your Tokyo classmates to greet you while a certain black divine dog decided to leave it’s owners side to rush to yours before sitting down in front of you with what seemed to be a happy look on its face causing a small smile tp quickly appear on your face as you began to pat its head.

“Hi there,” you greeted it, causing the dog to bark back at you while its tail continuously thumped the ground as if to express the happiness it had when it saw you.

“Shouldn’t you go back to Fushiguro to play the game?” you questioned it causing it to whine slightly before listening to you as it got up and turned back around to head towards Fushiguro, leading you to look at the side to see if there were any seats for you to sit on.

“Ah, Gojo! Are you going to play baseball with us?” Itadori asked cheerfully, causing you to smile back at him before rejecting the offer.

“You guys already started, so there is no point in my playing, but thank you for the invite,” you stated before quickly taking a seat on the bench behind you as you patted your skirt to stop any creases that were going to appear before spectating the game that was happening in front of you right now.

After a while, you had to admit that watching everyone from Jujutus Tech play baseball was certainly more interesting than the actual official game themselves on the TV screen you see from time to time, while Kugisaki throwing her helmet to the ground after the whole pitching machine incident to everyone being shocked at Momo catching the ball on her broom leading Itadori and Inumaki to shout to Todo being hit by Maki’s pitch leading everyone to encourage her further.

‘What a mess’ you thought with a grateful expression on your face that you weren’t playing in his game for the second day of the Exchange Event.

“Are you okay?” someone suddenly asked, causing you to snap out of your thoughts to look to your right to find Fushiguro looking at you with an unreadable expression on his face. 

Unable to say your answer, you nodded at him before turning back to face yourself forwards as you gradually began to recall some of the events that had happened for the past few days before your head steadily placed itself on the middle of your chest as the empty feeling was somewhat still lingering - like as if something was dragged out of your soul.

‘1000 years ago…’

“Yeah...I’m fine,” you answered slowly as more information began to recall in your mind. From how you were sealed a thousand years ago only for the same sealed to be opened fifteen years ago leading to where you were now...surrounded by people that could potentially either keep you safe or do something that had many outcomes, especially with Sukuna residing within Itadori - with relief he didn’t know anything about your real birth.

‘Should I tell Gojo?’

“Gojo...I wanted to ask...have we met before? Like before we met in Sendai?” Fushiguro questioned you with a stutter causing your eyebrow to crook up in confusion leading Kugisaki, who was next to you to look at you with the same confusion.

“No, we never met before, you drag,” you answered, still perplexed on how he came up with a question with such an obvious answer leading you to lift your hand to flick his forehead for such a stupid question.

“Is that so?” Fushiguro muttered under his breath before looking up in the sky with amazement at how far Itadori had hit the ball with his bat while you and Kugisaki did the same.

‘Tiger of the West Middle...still lives up to that name’

Unexpectedly, you heard a childish giggle leading you to turn your head to find Gojo passing the school principals while using his infinity to keep the ants below his feet safe to which caused you to scoff in amazement at how lacked he was to use his technique all the time.

“Let’s go home Y/N!” Gojo shouted, causing you to look at him with a crooked eyebrow before scoffing once again at his playful behaviour.

“Let’s go home,” you whispered under your breath before everyone in the first year stood by your side and followed you out of the field to have a conversation with you before you left to go back to the Gojo estate.

‘Home huh?’

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[cursingtoji]

Royals

Pairing: Gojo x Roality/Sorcerer!Reader

Summary: Yuji was told by his sensei that someone very special was coming to evaluate his new cursed energy.

Warning: fem pronouns, slightly suggestive, hickeys, established relationship.

a/n: naruto's anbu uniform is what i based reader's outfit off, so keep that in mind i guess? i apologize if i forgot some tag in the warnings, feel free to point anything out to me. thank u and enjoy <3

“How pontual” Gojo smiled when he felt your presence on the top of the building he was standing along with Yuji.

“Huh?” Yuji looked around confused till he saw a black silhouette behind him.

“Hope you don’t mind Yuji-kun, I wanted a professional opinion and called a friend”.

“Are you sure this is the best place to do this Gojo?” You asked going around the boy with pink hair staring at his figure and sensing his cursed energy.

The building you agreed to meet him was one of the tallest in Tokyo, you could barely see the people on the streets from here.

“Sensei, is your friend a ninja?” Yuji asked, staring back at your figure, your black outfit left no skin to be shown while the kitsune mask covered your whole face and two swords remained crossed at your back.

“You worry too much Princess, don’t you believe I am the strongest?” You frown upon the use of the pet name. Yuji tilted his head to the side.

“I just don’t want things to go out of control” you moved your hands to remove the kitsune mask, your identity would still be protected by the mask that covered your nose and mouth beneath it, but Gojo stopped your hands as soon as you approached him.

“Keep it on until we finish okay?” He smiled, although he did not say anything else this was enough for you to understand he did not want the curse inside Yuji to cross eyes with you. “I’ll explain later, Yuji, now can you give us ten seconds with Sukuna?” Gojo stretched his arms preparing for a quick battle.

You moved to the corner of the building to give him space but still keeping an eye on the pink haired kid.

He was so young...

Black marks soon appeared on the kid’s body and the new cursed energy overwhelmed you making a shiver run up your spine.

As the heir of a clan that for centuries has the ability to control cursed energy, this scared you.

Sukuna’s energy was enough to destroy a big city like Tokyo as easily as a snap of a finger. In the past your clan helped Sukuna by increasing his cursed energy during battles but in the end, your clan also helped destroy Sukuna by suppressing his cursed energy as much as they could. Gojo asked you to come watch a quick demonstration, if the plan succeeded and Yuji managed to live long enough to eat all Sukuna’s fingers, it would be just a matter of time until the king of curses took control of the vessel and attempted some kind of mass destruction. If the time comes you wanted to be able to perform the same act that your clan did in the past.

Although, since Sukuna’s downfall your clan did not act as sorcerers anymore, instead they turned into rulers and politicians, living in big cities as Tokyo and controlling cursed energy just by existing there, a natural balance to the modern world, they would tell you, but none of this changed your mind when you decided to break the chain and become a sorcerer almost ten years ago.

The fight started when Sukuna ran towards Gojo murmuring something about seeing him again. Gojo controlled the situation fast by immobilizing Sukuna on the floor, far enough to not harm you.

“So?” Gojo asked, looking at your direction.

“You asked me to not do anything so I can’t say for sure, but I think it’s possible” you answered the white haired man.

Sukuna’s attention now was brought to you, he tried to read your cursed energy, you sensed that, but with the kitsune mask covering your face and eyes you doubt he recognized you as part of the clan that caused his downfall one thousand years ago.

Gojo again smiled at you, proud of you being able to take such a fast reading without messing with Sukuna’s energy, which he asked you to not do.

It would be better for everyone if Sukuna doesn’t make a target of you so soon.

“Alright, guess we are done for now” Gojo raised as soon as Yuji took back control of his body. You watched amazed as the cursed energy came back to a normal level.

Gojo asked Ijichi to drive Yuji back to the school and promised to talk to Yuji in the morning.

“I don’t know, Satoru. There’s only so much I can do alone, and I’m sure the rest of my clan won’t get involved with Sukuna if he returns. This is a huge responsibility for me...” you stopped talking, not even wanting to consider the possibility of such a powerful curse having complete control to do whatever he pleases and you not being able to do much by yourself.

“I won’t put you in danger, but for now it would be good if you could stick around Yuji, just to observe... I can put a good word for you with Yaga” Gojo dropped his arm around your shoulder playfully.

“You really want me to stay at jujutsu tech Tokyo just to keep an eye on him?” You removed the kitsune mask, now allowing Gojo to see your teasing eyes.

“I have my own selfish reasons too”.

The next morning Yuji crossed his path with Nanami around the school, having worked together once Yuji felt comfortable with asking Nanami about his sensei’s friend.

“Oi Nanami, do you know Gojo-sensei’s ninja friend? I met them last night but still don’t know what happened”.

Nanami stared at Yuji like he was speaking some foreign language “...Ninja?”

The elder was about to ask him to elaborate when the said sensei turned around the corner with you by his side.

“Gojo-san, Ojou-sama” Nanami bowed low when he noticed you coming closer.

“Ojou-sama?” Yuji looked at the person walking to them alongside Gojo. He did not recognize you at first, you now were using a colored Yukata and nothing covering your face.

“Nanami please, you know me long enough to drop this title” you smiled at your friend.

Yuji quickly made the connection between Nanami using the princess title and Gojo calling you Princess yesterday.

“Oh sensei, I didn’t know you had a girlfriend. You two make a beautiful couple” Yuji smiled.

“Itadori, show respect, Y/n-sama is an actual royal” Nanami whispered to Yuji.

After the downfall of Sukuna your clan reigned for a while, being the heir of the main clan branch and if your clan was still reigning that would technically make you a princess. Nanami insisted on referring to you as Ojou-sama in public even though you two attended school together years ago and long passed the formal titles.

“Sorry” Yuji bowed, still confused.

“It’s okay Itadori-kun, we will have enough time to get to know each other” you assured the pink haired boy.

“You are moving here?” Nanami asked.

“Isn’t it great?” Gojo smiled widely, now placing his arms on your shoulders and Nanami’s. “It will be like old times again”.

“Yaga accepted my request to stay on the campus and assist the kids,” you explained Nanami. Of course he knew that by ‘the kids’ you mean Itadori and his new found cursed energy.

“What a great set of teachers you will have Yuji-kun” Gojo tight his grip around you and Nanami “Why don’t you go find Fushiguro and Kugusaki while I show y/n her room?”.

“Yes, sensei!” Yuji smiled and bowed again before leaving to find his team mates.

“Let’s keep y/n secret between us, okay Nanami?” Gojo asked now that the three of you were alone. “Sukuna might not find out about y/n’s origins if she doesn’t mess with his or Itadori’s energy, the elders agreed to keep her around for now as protection”.

“I see… Well let me know if you need anything, Ojou-sama” Namami replied and fixed his tie.

“I need you to stop using that title, Kento” you smiled again at your stubborn friend and dropped Gojo’s arm from your shoulder going back to the path that led to your dorm.

“Always so polite, Nanamin” Gojo teased “Just don’t forget I’m the only one allowed to get on my knees for her” he released Nanami’s shoulder leaving his fellow sorcerer flushed.

“What did you tell him?” you asked Gojo when he got back to your side.

“Nothing he doesn’t know already” his large palm touched your lower back.

Your arrangements with Gojo were something known only by the heads of your clan, the two of you and few close friends. A promise made almost ten years ago allowed you to attend jujutsu tech and become a sorcerer if the only descendant of the Gojo clan married you by the time both of you got to your thirties. There was nothing in it for Satoru, but he agreed even though he barely left his teenage years.

“Satoru, What are we gonna do now?” you asked looking at your feet.

“We can start by getting you a pretty uniform, maybe a short skirt and a v-line” the hand that wasn’t at your back moved to the collar of your Yukata exposing more of your neck and collar bones and all the purple and blue marks painted there “A masterpiece like that has to be shown”.

“You are shameless” you slapped his hand away and adjusted your Yukata back. His flirty personality taking your mind away from the new responsibility of being Yuji’s guardian. “You know, we are two years away from the arrangements and I still wonder why you accepted it” you confessed, stopping in your tracks.

“Oh Princess, I’ll always be taking the side of rebel soul and you so happened to be the one that stole my heart from day one, you are not getting cold feet now, are ya?” he leaned and placed his arm on the wall behind you, an old habit that made you flushed when you two were younger, but now you can only bite your lips and raise a hand to lower his blindfold and meet his shining eyes full of admiration.

“Marrying the prince that saved me and the strongest jujutsu sorcerer? How could I get scared of that?”.

“Prince huh? I can get used to it”.

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#gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jjjk #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x y/n #jjk x y/n #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #cmc.fics #jjk imagines

[buttybarnes1917]

Innocence

Word Count: 2,089

Okay. First smut fic in a very long time. It might suck, but I’m going to try really hard to make it not suck.  

Ft. fem reader and rockstar!bucky. I feel like this is absolutely going to become an AU, so it’ll get it’s own header on my masterlist!!

Warnings: dirty talk, nickname (kitten), grinding, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise kink, somehow also a degradation kink, Bucky is obsessed with Readers innocence, minors dni

You rolled your eyes in disgust as you heard moaning coming from Bucky’s dressing room.  

Again.

God, he was literally insatiable.  It seemed like every show, he was pulling some girl backstage, kissing messily in the hallway as the rest of the crew worked around him and then inevitably the girl would end up in his dressing room or his bunk in the bus, which, literally made no sense considering how muscular he was.  Those bunks were so small.  But the girls would never stay for long, and then you would get the fun job of escorting her back to the audience, with her calling “call me!” to Bucky and Bucky already forgetting her name.

You leaned on the wall, sighing a little as you heard her moaning again and Bucky’s short grunts.  God. If he wasn’t so infuriating, he might even be hot.  

Oh, who were you kidding.  He was hot. Six foot three, at least, insane arm muscles from the hours upon hours of playing drums, long curly brown hair and tattoos that curled around his body, Bucky Barnes was everyone’s ideal bad boy.  On top of the fact that you had heard from the people on the crew that he had been with that he was… very well endowed.  

Natasha from lighting told you that he was more skilled with his fingers than a drummer should be, and that she was having trouble walking for days after her encounter with him.  Loki from rigging told you the way he used his tongue on them was “magical” and that they had trouble finding someone who could live up to that.  Steve from audio told you that he could find your weaknesses almost immediately and that he had “never been with someone who made him cum so many times”.  Which would have grossed you out, honestly, if you weren’t so impressed.  

The door opened and you pushed yourself off the wall, as the girl pulled her jacket over her shoulders, blushing as she saw you.  Bucky leaned on the doorframe and smirked at her.  

“You’ll call me next time you’re in town, right?”  She asked, giggling at him a little.  Your nose wrinkled a little as you smelled the weed on her, and you rolled your eyes.  

“Sure thing, doll.” He nodded.  You cleared your throat.  

“This way, hon, the show’s about to start,” you said softly and walked off with her. You gently pushed her through the curtain and security walked her to her seat.  You turned and sighed softly and bumped into Bucky. “Oh, I’m sorry.” You said quickly pushing yourself off him.  He grinned down at you.

“Not a problem, kitten,” he said.  You made a face.

“My name is y/n. Not kitten.” You corrected him, and he slowly smirked at you.

“Apologies, kitten.” He said again and you rolled your eyes, walking back toward the side stage.  He trailed along behind you.

“You’re the assistant tour manager or something, right?” he asked. “You’re always here late, setting shit up.”

“Yep.” You responded, your eyes on your clipboard as you walked.

“Don’t you ever do anything other than work?” he asked, snatching your clipboard away from you. You turned immediately and he held the clipboard over your head, laughing as you tried to grab it.  You punched him in the stomach, thinking he would bend over, and he just laughed more. “You call that a punch?”

“You’re an asshole.” You said, punching your fists to your hips.

“And you’re short.  Didn’t know we were saying obvious things,” he responded.  You both glanced over at the stage as you heard the stage manager call out that there were five minutes left until show time.  Bucky brought down the clipboard and you snatched it from his hand.

“Break a leg.” You said to him.  “Literally.” You turned walking away, shivering as you felt Bucky’s gaze on you.

 ******

 You sighed softly as you walked through the venue later that night, after the show was finished.  The band had only one more show in this building, but there had been consistent problems with the haze machines setting off the fire detectors.  Which by definition was not supposed to happen, since the haze mix was water based.  You assumed that the haze tech had just ordered whatever was cheapest and you wanted to double check that the machines were working properly.  As you pushed the door open, you heard drums from the stage and swore to yourself.  Of course, Bucky was here.  This night couldn’t get worse.  

You walked backstage and fiddled around with the machines, sighing as you did. The haze tech had ended up screwing up one of the machines with a mix of different hazes, so of course it was your job to fix it now.  The tour manager didn’t want to spend extra money, and you had been touring since you were a kid, your parents both a huge part of the industry.  

“Didn’t know you were here,” you heard and looked up as Bucky walked backstage, twirling his drumsticks, grinning at you.  You rolled your eyes.

“Someone has to clean up after everyone’s messes.” You responded.

“Mmm.” He grinned and leaned on the road case next to you.  “You’re the one that helps with the girls, aren’t you?” he asked, and your cheeks flushed red as you worked.  You didn’t look up at him, refusing to let him see you blush.  

“Yeah.”

“Thanks for that.” Bucky said.  “They get clingy after a while.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Yes, we’ve established that.” Bucky grinned.  

“I don’t want to hear about your fucking sex addiction right now, Barnes.  I’m trying to fix this haze machine.” You said finally looking up at him.  

“Oh, I’ll be real, its not an addiction.  I’m just very into sex, and I enjoy it.”  He grinned. “Don’t you enjoy it?”

“I’m not talking about sex with you.” You said and looked down at the machine.

“Oh, come on.  That’s gonna make me think you’re a virgin.”  He chuckled and you didn’t reply. “Wait… no way.  You’re actually a virgin?” he asked.  You rolled your eyes.

“My sex life is none of your business.”  You said, your voice shaking a little nervously.  

“So, you are a virgin.” He responded, grinning.  He hopped onto the road case, swinging his legs.  “How have you been on the road this long without at the very least getting head?”

“Oh my God.” You mumbled, your face blushing bright red. “You’re such an—”

“Asshole, yeah, it’s on my resume,” Bucky smirked.  “You’ve got to have thought about it.  I mean.  It can’t be easy, hearing me fuck nearly everyone on this tour—”

“You’re such an arrogant asshole, not everyone wants to—”

“Yeah, but you do,” Bucky cut you off.  “I’ve seen how you look at the girls that leave my room.  You’re jealous, aren’t you, kitten?”

“Don’t call me that.”  You said, shivering just a little.  Unfortunately, Bucky noticed.  

“You are jealous,” he said grinning and sliding off the road case, moving toward you.  “You’ve probably touched yourself to hearing me with those other people, haven’t you kitten?” You backed away, shaking a little.

“Bucky--“

“Now don’t lie to me kitten,” he said smirking as you bumped into another road case. He placed a hand on either side of you and grinned down at you. “How long have you wanted to kiss me, kitten?” he asked, and you whimpered a little at the nickname.

“I…” you stammered out as you felt his calloused fingers drift down the skin of your arm. “Bucky…”

“So, a while,” he chuckled softly, leaning so his lips brushed across your neck. “If you don’t want this, tell me.  I’m an asshole, not a jerk.” He said grinning a little.  You bit your lip, looking up at him.  In truth, he was right.  You had wanted this for so long.  You had held off, not wanting to be that girl that slept with the drummer, that slept with people to get ahead.  But let’s be real—Bucky had slept with half the crew already—not just women, but men too, and non-binary people.  You wouldn’t get looked down on at all, and if anyone did, they’d be looking down on themselves as well.  

“Kiss me,” you said softly and a second later you felt Bucky’s lips crash against yours in a fevered kiss as he lifted you effortlessly onto the road case.  Your legs wrapped around his hips automatically as he gripped your hips tightly.  You slipped your fingers through his hair, shivering as you heard a groan fall from his lips as you tugged gently.  He pulled away from your mouth, kissing down your neck, worshiping the area where your jaw met your neck. “Don’t leave a mark—” you gasped out, your face burning and he smirked at you.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he growled, and you felt a wetness pool between your thighs as he growled at you.  You whimpered as you felt his teeth work at your skin, your fingers gripping his hair tightly as you moaned, pushing your hips into his.  “God, you’re so needy for me, aren’t you, kitten?” he purred into your ear, one of his hands finding its way up your shirt and pushing it up, exposing your breasts to the cold air.  You gasped out his name breathlessly as he pinched and pulled at your nipple.  “Such a good, responsive girl, hmm?” he whispered into your ear.  “Never had anyone touch you like this, have you?  Never had anyone make you feel this good, have you, kitten?”

“No, Bucky, no one,” you breathed out whimpering and arching your back.  He slipped his hands down your body, unbuttoning your pants.

“I’m going to take my time with you, kitten,” he smirked, kneeling in front of you as he pulled your pants down past your knees.  

“What… What are you…” you panted, watching him, then falling back onto your elbows with a gasp as he flicked his tongue against your clit.  “Holy shit” you cried out as he sucked your clit into his mouth, rubbing his finger around your entrance, collecting your slick on his fingers. He slowly pulled away, smirking up at you as he slipped his fingers into his mouth, tasting you.

“God, kitten, you’re nearly dripping for me,” he whispered.  “You’re so wet for me, kitten, and I’ve barely even done anything.”

“Bucky, please—” you begged.

“I’ll be nice to you this once, kitten, because it’s your first,” he grinned.  “Remember that.”  He leaned forward again, slipping his tongue into you as you moaned almost immediately, your head falling back as your chest heaved with your heavy breaths. He slipped a finger into you, pumping in and out as you arched up into his hand.  “Where is it, kitten, where’s your spot—” he whispered and suddenly you felt a burst of pleasure and you cried out, your hips bucking up.

“Jesus Christ—”

“Just Bucky is fine,” he smirked, and any other time you would have punched him in the arm, but he added another finger and oh fuck he was hitting that spot again, and everything was feeling so good, and he was moaning and sucking on your clit and…and…and…

“Bucky, holy fuck!” you cried out, your back arching as you clenched around his fingers, cumming harder than you ever had before by your own hand or vibrator. He slowly pumped his fingers in and out, rising from his knees to kiss you deeply through it as your legs shook. You pulled away, gasping as he slowly pulled his fingers from you.  You moaned softly as he licked his fingers, grinning at you.

“God, kitten, you taste so good for me,” he smirked softly and kissed you.  You shivered as you tasted yourself on his lips, and he pulled away, tilting your head up, his finger hooked under your chin. “Meet me in my dressing room tomorrow, after load out,” he smirked. “There’s so much more I want to teach you.”

#bisexual!bucky #bucky barnes #bucky x female reader #rockstar!bucky #drummer!bucky #who gave sebastian stan the right to be this hot #i swear im not usually into drummers but sebastian stan #Bucky and kitten au #innocence kink

[gingeraleluke]

𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: tom holland x fem!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: your boyfriend got home just in time to watch his most recent interview on tv with you.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: swearing, nothing just fluff! :)

𝗔/𝗡: this is my first time writing for tom so i hope you guys like it!! <3

this is based on the spider-man: far from home interview with jimmy kimmel!

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the young girls heart was silent for the first nineteen years of her life. nothing but a faint heartbeat and some clouded thoughts of little to nothing inconsistencies. from the moment she first opened her eyes as a baby, separating her fingers and spreading her toes while her newly polished eyes tried making sense of her surroundings, to the ripe summer when her mother insisted she become a camp counselor to succumb enough money to buy her very own long-overdue car. the girl felt nothing.

the teens she longed to be alike were a mere hourglass, y/n a shadow. portraying their success and growth without mirroring any of her own, she felt like a weak duckling surrounded by marvelous swans. she would spend her youth watching blondes fall for brunettes on television, plopping popcorn into her mouth while pressing rewind on her favorite romantics, watching the way they would look at eachother and move with one another. she never thought she could be able to experience that. everything inside her was too quiet, too plain.

and then she met tom. it became loud, too loud, and she loved it. everything she thought she could never achieve, she achieved with him. her colorless days no longer existed and she fell deeper and deeper in love with him everyday.

switching the tv from some medical soap opera, y/n sat on her couch. she wore nothing but a plain bra and a pair of baby blue satin shorts. normally, she’d cover up more, especially if she had company over, but tom was a different kind of company and a comfortable one at that.

“THOMAS HURRY UP!” she could hear her boyfriend yell a faint, “i’m coming,” through the noise of the water running. shortly after, the shower stopped as y/n scrolled mindlessly through her phone, impatient.

she expected to see her boyfriend walk out of the bathroom, a trail of steam behind him, but instead she heard the loud roar of a hairdryer.

“for fucks sake-“ her mouth was lacking the salty and buttery flavor she craved so she took the opportunity to use her time by putting some popcorn in the microwave while her boyfriend blowed out his hair.

as she watched the minutes on the timer go down, the machine dinged as she grabbed a bowl and poured the snack inside it. she made her way back to the bench sofa and extended her legs out on the grey island cushions. the lace on the trim of her shorts tickled her feet as she folded her legs. “TOM HURRY THE FUCK UP, ITS ALMOST STARTING!”

the girls mouth was full as she yelled, losing patience with the boy. “IM SORRY, IM COMING!”

minutes later, a shirtless tom holland, wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist, appeared in their shared living room. the girls eyes grew big, his doing the same as he took in her taboo and exposed form.

“what- tom! you haven’t even gotten dressed yet?!”

“well, neither have you, apparently! plus, this is pretty comfortable, is it not?”

“tom-“ she warned.

“i got it, i got it..” his bare feet slapped against the hardwood floors as he quickly ran into their bedroom and retrieved his clothes. he came back out wearing a black t shirt and a pair of light blue sweatpants.

“KIMMEL IS STARTING!” she pointed at the tv and looked over to see tom bounce down onto the couch next to her, sprawling his legs out like she had done earlier.

“baby, that’s just the intro, i’m not there yet.” she peered over at him.

“who said i’m watching this for you?” he turned his head and made a sarcastic face.

“yeah, sure..” he mocked.

“WAIT, i need my blanket! go, get it, i don’t want to miss this!”

“y/n, it hasn’t even started yet-“

“now tom!”

“but what if i miss it!”

“you were there, you already know what happens-“ you lightly shoved his clothed knee and he sprung to his feet, so fast that tessa jolted up and ran after him.

“tessa! calm down!” the dog didn’t listen and continued following her dad, panting the whole way back.

once they were settled, jimmy announced his upcoming guests before a quick commercial break.

“quick, my ass..” she muttered.

tom stifled a chuckle. “why are you so bent up about this? you’ve seen my interviews before!”

“yeah, but i’ve never been able to actually watch one with you! it’s like… an entirely different experience!”

he didn’t believe her. “are you sure that’s the real reason? or is it because you just want me to give you secret info on the film, because love, you know i can’t do that, not after last time.”

she placed a hand on her chest playfully, “tom! i would never, how could you think of me like that?! as if i would ever do such a thing!”

“mmhmm..”

the commercials came to an end and y/n looked up to see jimmy start announcing the cast.

“shit, oh my god, it’s happening.”

“shhh, calm down!” tom laughed, placing a hand on your shoulder, his other arm sprawled out behind the frame of the sofa.

“how can i keep calm!? my fucking BOYFRIEND is about to be on tv! you know how many people can say that they are dating spider-man? like, no one!” her knee was bouncing and she couldn’t contain the excitement. watching someone on television while sitting in the same room with them was a rush she had never felt before.

she was loud as hell inside.

“please welcome, tom hol-“

“WHOOOOO, YEAH!!” she started clapping dramatically and stood up for a quick second, her eyes glued to the tv as she watched her boyfriend appear, while her actual boyfriend sat there laughing at her excitement.

they did a stupid elevator bit, before him and everyone else walked up to their chairs.

“really, tom?” his dark eyes flickered to hers. “what?! i thought you would like it, it’s funny!” she rolled her eyes and smiled, thinking to herself: my boyfriend is a dork, even on national television.

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“oh my god, you all look so good.”

“i know, right?”

“look at jake!”

“yeah-“

“look at zendaya!”

“i know-“

“OH MY GOD LOOK A-“

“OKAY Y/N, i get it, everyone but me is attractive, thanks. you’ve made it pretty clear.” he frowned as you gushed over how good his coworkers looked.

“yes, tom! i think you look awful, that’s why i’ve been dating you for the past four years, because i think you are ugly.”

he looked at his girlfriend, uncertainty in his eyes.

“oh, come on, i’m joking! you’re beautiful, come here.” she grabbed the side of his head and pulled him over so his head was laying on her chest. she began to play with his hair while watching.

“so the trailer came out, the trailer got like 135 million views within the first hour-“

“yeah it did!” she exclaimed, her fingers busy in his hair.

“see, i didn’t know that then.” he muttered, his brows furrowing together as tessa looked up at him from y/n’s lap.

“well it’s no secret, i’m not very good at instagram.”

y/n bursted out laughing. it wasn’t even that funny, but all of her emotions where heightened in this moment.

“oh god, i know where this is going.. this is the zendaya story isn’t it?” you smirk down at him and he lifts his head to nod at you.

“i knew it..”

“i basically.. forgot to post the trailer.”

“that’s bad.”

“yes jimmy, yes it is.” she couldn’t contain the snickers leaving her mouth and tom protested against it.

“listen, it’s difficult for some people, okay!”

“mmhmm, whatever you say baby.” she remembers distinctly, waking up and asking her boyfriend why he never posted the trailer, which caused him to wind up into a frenzy and immediately contact zendaya for assistance.

“well, you wouldn’t tell me how to!”

“tom, you’re a grown man! you should be able to figure that out yourself, peter parker.” she leaned over and kissed his cheek, his arm wrapped around her.

“so you’re IT for the team?”

“yeah, y/n, making poor zendaya the it for the team-“

“oh, shush, it was funny as fuck. but not as funny as the time you spoi-“

he placed his finger on her lips to quiet her, “oh, stop it!” she giggled in response.

she watched as zendaya recalled the moment she had to screen record how to delete an instagram story for him, which was another thing y/n refused to help him with. sure, she loves him and all, but watching the panic on his face as he realizes that he messed up, always cracked her up. especially since he brags about how ‘tech savvy’ he is for his age.

“it’s not my fault you’re a grampa!”

“yeah, we’ll, you’re dating a grampa!”

“true, i am.”

her hands reached towards her blanket as she put her popcorn bowl down and laid the covering over her and her boyfriend. the grey weighted blanket matching the couch perfectly.

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“okay, wait…why are you guys still in highschool?!” y/n had paused the program to engage in a very serious and heated discussion about the aftermath of endgame which led up to the beginning of his new movie, far from home, which had yet to come out.

“i mean.. it’s five years! i’m so confused.” tom sighed, placing his hands on his knees, he sat up straight. “like i said in the interview, y/n, i don’t know.”

“well… ask the russo brothers! i mean, jacob is right, that’s a huge plothole!”

toms eyes sparkled as he looked at his lover trying to make sense of the whole thing.

“i… i don’t even know what to say right now. my whole life is a lie!”

“okay, let’s not get too dramatic here-“

“NO, tom! as an avengers fanatic, i need to know!” she gripped the hem of his shirt and tugged, his body jolting forwards.

“tell me!” she shook him as he laughed and tessa barked.

“i don’t know, baby!” she frowned slightly and looked at her boyfriends amused face.

“i’m dating spider-man, you’d think i’d get the inside scoop.” she rolled her eyes and placed her legs back up on the cushions. tom leaned over and looked her up and down, flickering from her bare chest and her eyes. he leaned into her neck and started planting kisses. “i’m sorry, i will be sure to ask someone at marvel for you.” she smiled sweetly before thanking him.

“has everyone seen avengers: endgame?”

the girl rose to her feet, the blanket stuck to her bare legs. “yes, jimmy, i have! i saw my boyfriend get dusted right before my fucking eyes!”

tom remembered the first time he watched the film with her. it was hard for him to keep it under wraps and while he did end up telling her some spoilers, he kept out the whole ‘death by thanos’ part.

“okay, calm down little one.” he reached his arm out to pull her down, back to the couch.

“tom, baby, i know you like.. could get in trouble for it but-“

“y/n… not this conversation again.” he put his hand up to his forehead, two fingers on the bridge of his nose. she knew that if she prodded and poked in all the right spots, that her boyfriend would give in. that it just took a little push for him to confess all the dirty details of his new blockbuster.

“come on! i am begging, tom- i have so many questions, can you blame me? i mean… mysterio, like.. what’s that guy all about?! he’s a villian right?”

“well…”

“a hero?”

“definitely not.”

“antihero?”

“not exactly-“

“UGH, tom! you are killing me here.” she whined, putting her hands on his chest as the paused tv shined upon his features. “please give me something… anything.” she trailed her fingers down his chest, tauntingly.

“anything?” he smirked at her.

“yup. like… maybe just exactly what jakes character is? i mean, i remember him telling us at dinner that time, but that was barely enough, i mean.. there’s gotta be more right?”

“go on.”

“and mj, i mean.. is peter finally going to ask her out? baby, so many questions, i just have so many.”

“well… i guess i could tell you one thing..” he tempted her. her lips twitched upwards as she pressed her forehead against his.

“mmhmm?”

“i could tell you that… the ending of the movie?”

“yeah..”

“is fucking fantastic. really, it’s brilliant babes.”

“because?”

“you will just have to see-“ he was cut off by his girlfriend hitting him in the face with a pillow.

“FOR FUCKS SAKE TOM-“

“quiet down! you are going to get tessa all going..”

“sorry…”

a moment of silence passed as tom squealed, “for fucks sake tom!” in his best high pitched, y/n impression possible.

“shut up!”

the two laughed before she clicked play.

“you look so good here, tom. it’s so weird like- i’m sitting next to you-“ she pointed at tom, “but, there you are on tv!”

“you are just realizing this?”

“well, it’s like inception!”

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“i was told, it was a wedding!”

her chest boiled with anger as she quickly hit pause. “NO BECAUSE, fuck you for that! i remember being all excited, thinking tony and pepper were gonna have a beautiful wedding, only to see hes fucking DEAD.”

tom couldn’t hold in his laughs. “i’m sorry, i didn’t know!”

“well it’s pretty obvious, tom! everyone’s sad and in black, baby, you really are an airhead.”

“hey-“ she cut him off with a kiss to his lips.

the two cuddled up while watching the interview, small laughs leaving their bodies.

“like, zendaya! when did you find out how endgame ended?”

“oh, i remember. me, jacob, and zendaya were all in a facetime call freaking the fuck out, while my boyfriend over here, was chilling like nothing was wrong.”

“you guys were in a facetime call?” he questioned.

“yes! i was heartbroken and i had gotten a call from z who was clearly also upset!”

“well, he’s fine clearly! i mean, i wouldn’t be in far from home if peter was dead, right?”

she looked up at him, his heartbeat still lingering on her skin. “so you can tell me that you are still alive, but you can’t tell me about jake gyllenhaals character?”

“well, it’s a given! obviously peter is alive!”

y/n groaned, her head now resting on his chest.

“dating a superhero is difficult.”

“aww, poor darling, i’m sure it is.” he peppered kisses along her forehead.

“hey! you ate all of the popcorn?!” tom was flabbergasted, his voice heightening a few octaves.

“yep, and what about it?” her tone dripping in sass.

“i wanted some, for one!”

“too bad, maybe if you would spill the deets on far from home, you’d get some of my popcorn. hell, tom, if you confess right now, i’ll make you a whole bowl!”

“no.”

“well it was worth a try!”

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“i can’t believe it’s over.” the house was completely silent, the only thing audible being tessa’s light snores.

“i’m gonna miss that guy..”

“baby, i’m right here.” he placed his hand at the small of her back, looking at her lovingly.

“i’m talking about mysterio.”

“oh, yeah, great!” she giggled at his response. “he’s just so hot, tom! way hotter than peter-“

“yeah, maybe if you think manipulation is hot!”

her mouth fell agape at his words.

“what?” he said, oblivious to the screw up he just made. she smiled widely at him as he slowly was hit with realization.

“oh, fucking damn it!”

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland fluff

[jessiebanethedragon]

White Sands Warm the Cold Sea (pt 9)

Summary: the reader, betrothed to a disgusting Coruscanti Lord flees her home world and lands herself in a plethora of trouble, a ship of clones, and one pirate captain whose cold exterior needs much more than the tropical seaside sun.

Chapter one

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Warnings: Swearing, takes place in time periods where women have dowery's and suchlike. The readers' dad and betrothed are asses.

Chapter Nine: The Night at Sea

The second you attempt to reach behind to untie your corset, your arm spasms. The collision with the hull of the ship has left you shaken and battered and in no position to twist your body to undo the double knotted ties Seil, your handmaiden, would have tied. And your heart aches when you think of her.

You know that you shouldn’t sleep in the dirty clothes and the corset, but with the secure double knots there is no way to undo the ties yourself. And so you pull yourself into the hammock, landing face first, when your back muscles give out, into the netting tied to the wall. With a groan, you don’t even bother trying to move, and you pass out on the ship - having been through the ringer for what feels like a million times in one day.

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“Where is she?” Hunter grumbles when Tech returns to the group, looking up at the stars Hunter was using to calculate their ETA.

“Probably asleep in Echo’s hammock I'd guess.” Tech says plainly, and he watches as his sergeant’s face hardens.

“You need to learn how to follow orders.” He snaps, before going back to the map.

“Sarge,” Tech starts, “you’re displaying worrying symptoms.” He decides on. And under the hat he sees his eye twitch.

The barrage never ended, and the cannons never ceased. How much ammunition either side had left was impossible to guess. This creeping barrage was working. But only just. All they had to do was keep the separatists busy, the regs should be able to manage that at least. And rescue missions were the best kind of mission out there these days…

In the medical bay, Hunter shakes, the wookie child is long gone, and his vod have returned to keep their sergeant company while he heals. They’re angry, and resent him for the return-to-ship order from before. But the carnage that was left of Kashyyyk proved how right he was in securing the safety of Clone Force 99.

“Hunter, your hand.” Tech says looking at the cuts and mangled tissue.

“Kriffing door wouldn’t open.” He explains through drugged eyes. Thinking that the war is over. It has to be over. If not now, it has to be over soon. They can’t continue like this, there can’t be more missions like this. The war has got to be over soon.

Outside, the artillery starts firing again.

Hunter looks at Tech, watching the goggles reflect moonlight, and realises something that, in the chaos of the day, went unnoticed.

“Did Wrecker even lock the cell door?” He interrogates the shorter man in front of him.

“I don’t know.” Tech answers honestly with a shrug. “But even if he didn’t. You know he made the right call.” Hunter grunts in response.

“She’s a Aaray. A danger to us all” He says.

“We’ve been in worse predicaments.” Tech states. Watching as Hunter walks away from yet another conversation of theirs, and he wonders to himself, how long it will take for his captain to start screaming because of nightmares on this clear, calm, night at sea.

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Everything on your left side hurts. The hit from the ship has battered your skin, muscles, and bones. Sleep evades you because the only thing you can focus on is the pain. And when even laying down becomes too much, Gonk moves herself out of where she was curled on your back as you clumsy step out of the hammock, and begin to tread outside.

The three boys are asleep, and part of you chides yourself for being vulnerable in front of them. They could have thrown you in the birg - or worse. But a bigger part of yourself says that you can trust them. Probably more so than you’ve trusted anyone in your life. It’s a naive thought - and perhaps it’s built off of never having someone you can trust before, but a part deep inside of you jumps onto and clings to the idea of putting your faith in these men.

Maybe Crosshair was rough around the edges, and from what you can see, his glare stays with him while he sleeps. It makes you smile a little. And Wreckers exposed scars, they scare you, but the eye patch was so typical of the pirate stories you heard as a child, it’s like living in a fairy tale.

Someone clears their voice behind you.

It’s the Captain, or rather Hunter. Now only in his pants, and tunic, that's been bunched around his forearms in his sleep.

“Plotting something else perhaps?” He asks, crossing his arms in front of him.

“N-no,” you say, annoyed at how easily he makes you nervous. “I couldn’t sleep, I wanted fresh air, and they…” You pause, looking back at the crew. “They’re more manageable when they’re asleep.” The captain lets out a puff of air that's not in annoyance, and you take that as a small victory. And he watches when you crane your neck to look at the stars. He knows it’s because you feel awkward, but in another life, he would’ve found your curious eyes endearing.

“Am I missing something?” Crosshair asks, having woken on his own, and deciding to investigate the scuffle outside.

“Didn’t want the Aaray skulking around the ship.” Hunter answers, “nightmares?” he asks his brother, watching him shake his head no, and with that, one tension is lifted from the sergeants shoulders.

“Are you in pain?” Your voice comes out softly, and they both stare at you unabashedly. “I only mean, i just,” You go to explain. “From earlier the side of the…”

“Hull.” Hunter corrects on instinct, before chiding himself for doing so.

“The Hull, when you caught me…” You motion randomly with your hands as if that helps communicate to Crosshair what you mean, and he stares at you looking tired and vaguely annoyed.

“You’re in pain.” He tells you. And you’re a tad taken back because it hadn't shown on his face that he knew what you meant, let alone made the connection as to why you were awake and hence asked if he too, was hurting.

“I’m okay, I just wanted to…” you try to brush it off

“There’s no point in lying.” Crosshair interrupts, watching at Hunter’s features soften when he also takes in your appearance, leaning against the door, tense and radiating anxiety. He wonders if you’ve ever felt pain like this in your life. Living on a velvet cushion of upper class coruscant would call for little more than flimsiplast cuts. He watches you shrug off Crosshair's comment, intent on being the smallest problem you can possibly be. The man that Hunter was before would be reaching out for you, your messy hair, soft features, and innocence that he knows lesser men are itching to take advantage of.

“You should take that off.” Crosshair nods towards your dress and you gape at him.

“Crosshair!” Hunter barks on instinct, and not standing for the disrespect. He sees your face flush and your arms go around your waist protectively.

“Have I missed something?” A forth voice joins them outside of the bunks and Hunter inwardly groans. Now Tech is awake, what he hoped would’ve been a private nightly stroll has turned into some kind of situation report.

“Shockingly the Aaray is being uptight.” Crosshair moves to the opposite side of the doorway you’re leaning on.

“I don’t think it is fundamentally uptight to want to preserve my own modesty.” You say incredulously, and Hunter notes that you resort to your training as a lady when you become nervous. Just like his men resort to being soldiers when faced with problems.

“Crosshair!” Tech exclaims, glaring at his brother - he really needed lessons in things that are appropriate to say, and things that are not.

“I’m only asking you to take the corset off.” Crosshair says smirking, enjoying how flustered everyone is. And Hunter sees something flash in your eyes.

“Do you think you’re funny?” You snap, and the sniper stops smiling. “Is this a game to you? Clearly you have no concept of the ramifications on a woman should she ever do something like that. Or you have no concept of how dresses and corsets work - which wouldn't surprise me given your temperament.”

Hunter catches a small grin on his face, you’re alive tonight and he hates to admit that he likes it. The inference that Crosshair is too unintelligent to understand womens garments or that no women has let him close enough to understand them is both funny and potentially accurate.

“He does have a point.” Tech chimes in.

“Tech!” Hunter shouts, expecting better from him.

“I mean it might be adding pressure to areas already in pain.” He says quickly, his face as red as a zarrabak. And no one is surprised that he’s caught himself up in the conversation.

Behind all of you - Wrecker snores.

“I-I… can’t.” Your voice is small, and you’re looking at the floor, embarrassment pings in everyone's hearts when they realise that this is an important issue to you, and they’re talking about it like you’re not even present.

“We can give you private space if that's what you require.” Tech speaks up. And when you pause you can hear the waves crash in the night.

“Thank you.” You stammer out. This whole ordeal has become very embarrassing and as much as you want to deny the pain and tell the clones it’s nothing, you know both Crosshair and Tech will see right through whatever lie you construct.

“It’s, it’s just that…” You pause again. Maker if you tell them you can’t do it yourself you’re going to look as pathetic as you feel. “I would need assistance with the ties…” You mumble the last part to your bare feet that poke out under your dress. When you have the courage to look up again, all eyes are looking at Tech. The latter of the three simultaneously having decided he was most equipped for the job.

“Have at it, loverboy.” Crosshair jeers at his brother, and now both you and Tech are blushing madly.

“I’m surprised you're not jumping to the occasion.” Tech cracks back at him. And if you weren’t so self conscious in this moment you’d roll your eyes at how much they argue. Hunter remains deathly quiet.

“Unless she wants it cut off as i’m usually-” “Alright! Alright!” Tech cuts him off, and moves towards you while Crosshair snickers.

“Turn ‘round.” Hunter barks, and while you might think he’s telling you, he’s actually giving an order to Crosshair, as the trooper made no move to divert his eyes. And as Tech undoes just enough buttons to start loosening the corset he sees how taught the ties have become and yanks it towards him for leverage.

“Tech!” You squeal and gasp, trying to get away from him and he accidentally constricts you more. Sending pain shooting all over you as your injured body is put under more stress.

Hunter turns around at the sound of pain and sees both of you shaking, he knows you must be beyond embarrassed and Tech even more so. Your moss coloured dress is unbuttoned and the back pushed aside to reveal the cream corset. Hunter sighs, and pushes his brother aside.

You hear an ‘ow’ from Tech as well as what you suspect is Crosshair's hand connecting with the back of his shorter brother's head. As they walk away you shiver as you realize the captain is standing behind you.

“You’re fine.” He says plainly. Nimble fingers working at the knots quickly, you shake in the absurdity of it all, and the feeling of Hunter exhaling into your hair and neck as he works.

“This is so unbecoming.” You mumble to yourself in shame, jerking when you feel the tips of his hair brush against your skin.

“I recall you saying ‘fuck’ earlier.” Hunter scoffs at you, “I think you’re past unbecoming.” silently praising himself when one knot becomes free, whoever tied them must have known what they were doing because it feels more complicated than half the sail ties on the Muraduer. Then again, your activities of the day probably didn't help the situation.

“Captain, you’re basically undressing me.” You tell him, looking over your shoulder just in time to watch him still at your words. The part of his face you can see in this position is covered by the tattoo, but what the moon and stars manage to light up is stunning nevertheless.

“If you’re worried about modesty, I can’t see any more of your skin than I could before.” He reassures you, and you’re beginning to wonder what kind of man he really is. Hunter is so tender at this moment, so gentle. And yet you know what lies underneath.

Technically what he just told you is a lie, he can see the expanse of your back, and parts of your shoulders. But the way your brows creased in concern as you look back at him makes lying worth it as you relax a little bit. Trying to be annoyed at you for causing him grief, he goes back to the knots.

You gasp and clutch your chest as you feel him loosening the string as the last knot comes free. And you see the shock in Hunter's face when you whip around so he barely catches a glimpse of the slip that sits underneath the corset.

Maker, he thinks to himself, you’re so disheveled and scared by a simple act. He grits his teeth at the thought of how Nython would treat you, someone like you needed soft and gentle touches, words of affirmation. Hunter’s grinding his teeth together as he realizes the pride Nython would have in hurting someone as defenceless as yourself.

But then he thinks about how you held your own against his own crew today. And the captain of the Havoc Marauder thinks you’re not as defenceless as you look.

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[werkwerkelizaaa]

Xoxo Droplets’ Jerk Squad Band AU

So this came to me while I was listening to Yeah Right off of Evanescence’s latest album, The Bitter Truth.

Yeah I know, but hear me out:

•They were all in an after-school program for ~cultivating musical talent in troubled youth~

•Even though most of them cannot stand each other, as a whole they’re almost magical onstage

• Nate is the frazzled manager of course, constantly stretched within an inch of his life but he claims a perfect (by his standards) show is worth all the stress

• Bae writes the lyrics, handles a majority of the PR– if somebody tries to spin his words he can spin it right back on them– and I also feel he could play the electric violin for the songs that call for it (it’s a thing and it’s epic)

•Jeremy seems to be the type to have piano aggressively encouraged to him by his parents, so he’s on keyboard and composes most of the music

Imagine Bae leaning over Jeremy “No no cupcake, I know it’s difficult for anyone to keep up with my genius, but you modulate the key on the next line” and pointing

“If you don’t get that finger out of my face I will stuff this sheet music up your nasal cavity”

“...and don’t call me cupcake”

•JB takes lead guitar and does a lot of showboating, works the crowd and is usually in some sort of scandalous headline every week but she loves it

•Shiloh plays bass and provides backup vocals, he’s annoying but they keep him towards the front of the stage because his energy is infectious so we might as well put him to use

• I can see Everett having the ability to use both hands equally well, so he’s on drums and enjoys having his finger on the very heartbeat of the metaphorical system, probably dabbles in the synth too

•Pran is the one-man tech wizard and has as tiny of a presence as possible, only the most hardcore fans know what he even looks like

•[If we bring the reader into this, they were hand-selected by JB for their seemingly sweet, friendly, conflict-averse demeanor as well as their powerful voice– she didn’t want too much competition for the boys’ attention]

•[Whether her judgement is sound remains to be seen, but my money’s on not]

•[On the other hand, there’s still enough onstage chemistry between them to play it up for the fans and the press]

•They definitely squabbled over the name

• “Hear me out: Baend.” “NO” “JB and the JBs” “oh, please” “get real” “could we squish all of our names together?” “Ah yes, because none of the members of the band could ever switch out, it’s not like that happens only all the time”

• “What about ‘That Band’?” “Seriously?” “It’s no worse than anything else that’s been suggested” “Ugh fine” “wait I was being sarcastic” “well too bad we’re sticking with it now” “this is all your fault Jeremy”

each member has a good amount of groupies/fangirls. JB, Everett, and Shiloh revel in the spotlight and have a lot of overnight visitors to their respective rooms, Bae pretends he’s above all that but he’ll have the occasional “dalliance” as well which is,,, not what you’d think

Legit he sells a limited amount of ‘day dates’ to his fans at every tour stop which consists of him hanging out with them for a certain price, it’s only word-of-mouth through the hardcore base which just adds to the mystique

• Nate and Jeremy are like “gross”, but at least they have fans and at the very least that’s good for both business and their image

• Pran HATES it lol he’s just like “Why. Why.”

• “Must be a bunch of burnt out losers who weren’t hugged enough as children.”

• They all constantly diss everyone else’s outfits and haircuts, naturally

•Not the musical instruments though– except for in extreme cases– because that’s serious business

Jeremy: trips onstage

Everett: *ba-dum-tsss*

•Pran with light spotting/mic check shenanigans

•Shiloh: leans over to plug his bass in

•Pran: Points all the spotlights directly at him

•Shiloh: temporarily blinded

•Pran: evil chuckle

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• Nate: Sound check, let’s go!

•Pran: turns it down low

•JB: Hello, world! ...it’s not working. Testing, one two three.

•Everett, offstage: Is it even turned on?

•Jeremy: uh yeah, the light’s green.

•Pran: snickering to himself in the back

•JB: COME ON YOU STUPID WORTHLESS PIECE OF S—

Ear-splitting, electronic screech

• Everyone minus JB and Pran: JB!!

Jeremy’s keyboard is absolutely pristine, and you cannot convince me otherwise

There’s not a fingerprint to be seen, he might even wear gloves while handling it just to keep it impeccable

Def makes the stagehands and assistants wash their hands and glove up before moving it, that’s not even a question

You could probably eat right off the thing, not that he’d let you

•JB has some cool pins on the strap of her guitar and has a few different guitars she rotates though depending on her mood

•Everett and Shiloh have similar stickers on their respective instruments, they still mock each others’ taste in decoration though because them

“Give us a headbang, Jeremy!”

“No.”

• Jeremy [and reader] do their best in making Nate’s job as easy as possible, which is very much needed since directing the rest of the members is worse than herding cats

Three minutes to showtime

•Everett: hey has anyone seen my drumsticks?

•Nate: WHAT 

•Nate: YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS RIGHT NOW

• Everett: Lol jk here they are in my back pocket 

•Bae: Wonnndderrrfulll, crisis averted.

• Shiloh: Everett, that’s not really funny...

• Everett: F***ing can it, freckles.

• Shiloh: :( you can it.

• JB: everybody shut up before I make you shut up

• Everett: ;) is that so?

• Jeremy: kill me now.

• Nate, offstage: I need a raise...

•[Reader once walked in on Nate aggressively rubbing at his eyes and sniffling after a particularly rough week, but he brushed it off as seasonal allergies and they didn’t press the matter at the time]

•Roommate musical chairs kept happening at every single stop until finally everyone was fed up with everybody, even the ones who usually get along, so Bae and Nate decided on getting everyone their own room while touring– they even added a clause to the contract to make sure it would happen for the divas (yes that includes the two of them)

• Credit to the amazing @gb-patch for creating the best worst guys you’ll ever love

•hey, psst. Before you go, check this out: https://werkwerkelizaaa.tumblr.com/post/648073310973952000/xoxo-droplets-jerk-squad-band-au

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[airplanned]

All the Trashy Novels Part 23

Part 1...Part 22

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The team from the Royal Tech Lab had arrived with their latest development to present it to the king, and there was much debate about if Zelda should also be present to see the demonstration, seeing as the last time Robbie and Purah had brought a guardian to the castle, it had attempted to kill her.  Despite her protests that she'd been to the tech lab several times since then without incident, and that nothing would go wrong this time and that she'd been perfectly fine last time, her presence at the presentation was denied.

However, no one said anything about helping them set up before the presentation.

Zelda met them at the gate, bouncing up to return Purah and Robbie's greetings and running straight past them to the donkey-drawn cart, where the central housing of a guardian was strapped tight.  She pulled herself straight up the side of the moving cart until her feet were dangling and she could lean in with her weight on her midriff.  "Did you fix the alignment in the optics?" she shouted.

Robbie shouted back, "Of course!" as Purah shouted, "Hey, get away!"

Zelda looked up to see that Purah wasn't talking to her.  She was glaring daggers at Link, who had vaulted all the way into the cart beside her, throwing his legs over the side to land beside the guardian.  He was wearing a shield today.  He almost never wore a shield.

He didn't listen to Purah, and Purah continued to glare at him.

Zelda leaned towards him.  "If you destroy another of their guardians, they're going to be angry."

"If they put you in danger again, I'm going to be angry."

She gave him a curious look.  "Really?"

He turned to her and lifted an eyebrow.  

She feigned indifference.  "I'd like to see that."

"I bet you would," he muttered.

The cart came to a stop in the side courtyard, and Zelda slipped to the ground.  Link landing beside her.  As soon as she stepped away to greet the Sheikah properly, he slipped into position behind her.  He was directly between her and the guardian.

"It's so good to see you," she said, running up to hug first Robbie and then Purah.  “I believe you can set up here with targets along those two walls."

Robbie snapped orders to the assistants, and Purah climbed into the cart and under the guardian to hook up some wires.  Zelda went with her, handing her wrenches when she needed them and listening as Purah rattled off bow-by-blows of everything she was doing.  They grinned at each other from under the guardian, but when they sat up, Purah's face fell when she saw Link kneeling by their feet.

"I told you to get away," Purah snapped.  

"He's not going to touch anything," Zelda assured.

"Oh sure.  Because if there's one thing you can say about that one, it's that he keeps his hands to himself."

The level of sarcasm in her voice was...confusing?  Zelda traded bewildered looks with Link, but he didn't have any answers either.

Purah had already scrambled down from the cart and was unrolling a spool of thick wire with knot-like bulges every three feet.  Zelda went to help Robbie carry a heavy looking control board to the far end of the courtyard.  It was full of switches and dials and buttons, and they barely set it down before she bombarded him with questions.  

The Sheikah had taken a step back.  They had perfected manually controlling the guardians (which they could do through the control board).  This let them learn more about the guardian's abilities and limitations.  Once they showed the king their progress, they would move back to making the machines autonomous with a more robust understanding of the guardian's programming.

"You've seen the leg movements," Robbie said, his hand flickering over a set of switches.  "And here is the head movement and eye rotation, and--kid.  The machine isn't even on.  She's surrounded by Sheikah.  Your presence is unnecessary."

"Yeah," Purah said, stomping up the the control board and shouldering Link out of the way.  "Get lost."

The look she gave Link was hateful.

It took Zelda aback.  She didn't know Purah was capable of such rage.  But more than that, they'd seen her less than a month ago.  She'd been boisterous.  She'd tried to teach Link a secret handshake.  She'd made sure they had one of his favorite deserts at dinner.  

"What on earth is the matter?" Zelda demanded.  "This can't be about how he broke the last guardian."

"No," Purah snapped.  "It's not about that."

She crossed her arms over her chest.  Taking on the exact same stance as Robbie.  His goggles had distracted from his tight-lipped frown.  Looking around, Zelda noticed that all the assistants were giving Link equally dirty looks.

What?  What was--

She spun on him.  "What did you do?"

His eyes widened ever so slightly.  He shook his head just a fraction.

She spun back on the Sheikah.  "What did he do?"

"He knows what he did," Robbie said.

Zelda planted her hands on her hips.  "Apparently he doesn't, so spell it out for him."

"We don't want to look at him."

"We don't want him around."

"Why?!  This behavior is uncharacteristic and unprofessional.  I demand an explanation."

Quietly, he offered, "I can go--"

"Yeah," Purah scoffed.  "Go fuck your townie girlfriend."

Zelda froze.  She didn't turn to look at him, but she could feel Link freeze behind her.

She swallowed.  "Sir Link's personal life has no bearing on--"

"It has bearing on if I want to look at his filthy, cheater face."

"Ex-excuse me?"

For the first time in a long time, Zelda was reminded that Purah was deadly with a pair of knives as she said, "You've ticked off the wrong shadow people."

"We Sheikah are loyal to the crown," Robbie said.  

And Purah continued, "More than that, we care about Zelda.  Her affections are precious.  None of us would have stomped on her heart like you've done."

Zelda...

Zelda's brain must have exploded.  

Because this was beyond absurd.

This was...

This was...

"You're mad about his townie girlfriend!?  That doesn't even make sense!  If he wants to have messy make outs and awful looking bites all over his body and walk around with a ridiculous smile on his face all the time, then that's his business!"

"But you--"

"Leave him alone!" she shouted.  "He doesn't deserve this sort of treatment for being nothing but patient and kind!  He deserves better than this!"

She grabbed Link's arm and dragged him after her as she stormed off.

"I can't believe them!  What were they doing?  Thinking I have feelings for you, and you've somehow betrayed--"

He yanked her grip on his arm, and the next moment she was spun into an alcove, her chest pulled tight to his, her words cut off by a fierce kiss.  She squeaked, and he devoured it, and along with it he gobbled up all the rest of her protests as well and sunk into the sharp devotion in his lips and in the grip on her back.

He released her as abruptly as he'd grabbed her, and it took her a moment to find breath enough to ask, "What--What was that?"

"I like seeing you furious at other people."

"Don't get used to it."

"Hey, you said I don't deserve that kind of treatment."

"I--"  Her eyes turned murderous.  "Next time, I will let them kill you."

***

Part 24

#Zelda #my fic #All the Trashy Novels

[itstheimpossibledream]

Only A Play-Part 2

Word Count:3053

Pairing :  AU Henry & FemBlack! Reader

Warning:Angst, soon to come Smut

Summary: Y/n and Henry still trying to navigate their mutual attraction but, their job is making it harder to deny.The next chapter is already written, there’s sex in it I swear.

"So today I want you guys to focus on working with Dana" Steve began 

"She's our resident intimacy coordinator, I've already gone over the scene with her and she's going to make sure it goes over as smooth as possible. We're going to get her assistance a couple times during this process but today we're going to empty out the studio so have fun, play and get to know eachother. Today is just a day for you two to find some comfortable physicality with eachother." Stephen winks at you and then begins ushering tech and the few ensemble members out of the room. Friend or not, anyone attracted to men could not deny that Mr. Cavill was absolutley gorgeous, as wasted as it may be. In all honesty you hadn't spoken much aside from that snowy day outside the studio. He did begin to bring coffee and Kal to rehearsals and you tended to find the snuggly, bear of a dog always next to you when you were waiting for a cue but, it wasn't as though the two of you had had a heart-to-heart and resolved any of these unspoken differences. And as far as the scene was concerned your heart was doing backflips unable to tell which action would come more naturally, to kiss him or to hit him.

"So I'm seeing a lot of passion here! O !Please remove your shoes for today's lesson." Dana cuts in breaking the silence. Both of you look down at the wood paneled floor. Now was the time where you really had to work, you think to yourself while slowly slipping out of your shoes. 

“Unfortunately Dana, “ Henry begins, immediately charming the brakes off of her. 

 “ At this point of the play I believe her character is quite conflicted, as a woman she obviously wants to give in to him but, at the same time she knows she'll be letting down her family and he will too, they'll live a life with no family outside of the one they create for themsevles. It's quite powerful.But, a tough emotional point to bring oneself to."

"That may be how Christopher sees it -" you snap referring to his character. You are suddenly aware that you sound way more upset then you had intended to. "She doesn't want have sex with him because if she does she's giving up more than him,she always has.That's the whole story of their relationship. " you say, allowing your words to be the dam between the flood of  frustration you want to direct his way.

"So as you said we both have a lot of emotions here, we need to work on honing them into something that could potentially work itself into this explosion of passion okay?" Dana jumped excitedly. She looks exactly like what you would have expected from an intimacy coordinator.She wore a long moo-moo like dress and chunky amber jewelry.She smelled of a ton of weed, not as though you were really complaining but, it all added to the aesthetic that had washed into the room on her heels as she had entered. 

"I want to begin with an exercise- Mr.Cavill I know you've done scenes like this before so please work with me if I touch on some things you've already heard." she says leaning over and squeezing his forearm while winking. Great even the sex scene coordinator thought he was hot.

" I'm going to give you the space to choose but I want you both to just slowly go through the scene and when you hit a line that feels acceptable you remove an item of clothing. On stage you've both agreed to full nudity but today I just want to push you to do what feels comfortable!" Quietly you both moved to the opposite ends of the room, hitting your marks to begin the scene. You said your first few lines focusing on washing the dishes, the studio didn't have running water so it ended up being more like mime washing dishes. You were so much more professional than you were proving to be in this moment but, the second Henry removed his shirt you couldn't help but feel embarrassed. On his first line?Really? That was so like him ,so pompous.  And even more upsetting how ridiculously attractive he was. God was his body sculpted from marble? Nothing but pure muscle rippling evenly, he seemed somehow tanned, despite the blistering New York winter. You focused hitting your next line perfectly ,completely unphased by his topless body.With the following delivery you shrug out of your jacket, revealing your tank top. Thank christ you had expected to have a hook-up with a bartender after today's rehearsal. You weren't in full lingerie but, you were definitely in a matching set. A matching set that happened to make your ass look great. You held that in your back pocket, knowing you had every right to parade about, naked in the same room as someone who was a shoe-in to be named 'World's Sexiest Man'. You went for it, pulling off your tank top with your next line. This is when your blocking got physical. You had run this scene before but, running it scantily clad was an entirely different matter. You were supposed to  straddle him. That seemed simple enough. You stood before him, gingerly sliding one knee up onto the couch and then swinging another to the other side of him. 

"Are you sure?" he whispered, low and slow. You hated how during the scenes he actually had moments of completely brilliant acting where you could see an amazing talent. Then, you felt his hand on your knee. It was absurdly large and warm, so warm. You froze. You didn't want to do it but, you froze.Your eyes flitted all over the room, desperately looking for a way out , to end the scene. You feel his hand move up your thigh, it's the blocking, he's just doing his job, you remind yourself. But, something in you makes you afraid of his touch. You look into his eyes and you can tell he's noticed you shrinking under his touch. He clears his throat and drops character.Changing his intention toward Dana.

"I'm sorry can we start over? I completely forgot my line." he smiled at her.

"Sure! That was really great I think just focus a bit more on your intention. It's funny I think you guys had more sexual tension at the start of the rehearsal than at the top of the scene!" she laughed to herself. "Okay, let's take a step back, relax , stand up !  Stand up!" she says, jumping to her feet. The two of you peeled yourself apart from each other and you found yourself looking down at your perfectly perky breasts feeling more insignificant than ever. You could feel your face heating up by his move to take the blame for the scene. It was much more gentlemanly than you were expecting from him. 

"How about we take a break and come back in twenty? She suggested after a few warm-ups of jumping around and saying self -assuring mantras out-loud. After half a bottle of water, redressing, boring stretches and pretending to avoid eye-contact with Henry your rehearsal was finally up.

“ Oookay guys good stuff. Goooood stuff ! So for the weekend tomorrow I know Stephen had you signed up for a few meet and greets and publicity shoots but, I actually think that if you guys could set aside the time that you do spend together to get physically comfortable it could do a lot for your onstage comfortability. Hand holding, general petting or stroking, you may even want to try a light sitting on the lap, just anything really to get you more used to one another. This relationship needs to seem as effortless and fluid as possible.” She smiled “ also note that my number is free for 24/7 communication so if something comes up for you emotionally in this work feel free to get in contact with me, even if it's just to chat my door is always open!" she beams,collecting her water bottle and other assorted scripts she was reading through at the beginning of the rehearsal. 

Stephen reenters and, he and Dana go to the corner of the room to talk. 

You work your back pack onto your shoulder and begin to head for the door.

"Wait up!" Henry calls out from behind you. You whirl around and almost bump into him. His sweatshirt is baggy but unzipped enough that you can see the small tufts of hair playing at the tops of his chest, his baseball cap pulled way down over his forehead. Those blue eyes shined bright from the shade under that baseball cap. 

"What are your plans for tonight ?" he asked, slightly exaggerating his breathing from the light jog across the room. You searched the room awkwardly,looking for an out. What is it with him? Why did he think, especially after the last time the two of you had spent alone together, that you would ever want to be included in his plans for the night.  

"Perfect Idea!" Stephen exclaims from across the room. "You guys use tonight to bond as much as possible before tomorrow afternoon's interview session yeah?" 

"Uhhhh sure ." You agree, not wanting to seem like the town buzz-kill. You turn shrugging towards Henry. He smiles, seeming almost relieved that you agreed without putting up a fight, as Steve moves to rejoin Dana in the back

"So uhhh my place or yours?" he asks in a half hearted joke. 

"Uhhh" you definitely don't want him at your place, where there is laundry strewn all over the apartment . 

"I mean I have to feed my dog and run some errands anyway so my apartment would be ideal."

"O great! Okay yeah , let's do that then." you pushed on the door and headed for the elevator, the ride down to the lobby of the rehearsal studios was entirely silent, filled with awkward shuffling and avoided eye contact. Only punctuated by a short uber black ride in silence to an apartment on the upper east side. Ofcourse he lived on the upper east side.The doorman was polite as you followed behind him, clearly him bringing strange women up to his apartment was not entirely unheard of. Once in the room, you asked where to sit your bag down, your afternoon ritual usually included a trip to the gym, that is what had become your me -time since college. He motioned you to his guest room, in which you were shocked,contained a shower, granted the entire tiny room was a shower but, being a guest in New York with your own bathroom was definitely not an everyday thing. Especially, for a little black girl from the south. 

"Is it okay if I shower before we grab dinner?" you ask.

"Oh! You wanted to grab dinner?I was just going to order chinese."

"That's fine! " you ungracefully exclaimed from the other room.Shit. Hopefully he didn't think you really meant grab dinner like on a date.

"Do you have a special order?"he asked, appearing in the doorway. You turned around slightly alarmed that his voice had gotten that much closer.

"I love everything!" you smile, he looked down at the floor nervously. "but shrimp lomein is my favorite." you say unzipping your jacket and placing it on the bed, your bra was working overtime holding you up and you made a mental note to order another one exactly like it. He cleared his throat and there was a second of silence. You could feel his eyes slowly darting around the room trying not to look at your chest. As actors, especially ones who have to do nude scenes together you didn't think it would be a big deal to him that you were getting ready to shower. You had mentioned on the elevator earlier that you had wanted a shower. Taking off your jacket just seemed like the right next step, nothing to feel weird over. 

"Sounds Good!" he exclaims, finally showing you his full smile, for the first time since the rehearsal process had started. God he was a sight, he had removed his hat and you noticed how perfectly his hair curled onto his forhead.It was adhered by sweat but, not the weird homecoming- football helmet sweat, you get from your highschool crush. This was a grown-man glistening infront of you. It sounded ridiculous, the situation itself was ridiculous,why was he even sweating ?

"Sorry-I uh- I didn't know you were showering right now. We can talk about it later if you-"

"It's fine" you say, stepping in and  laying a hand on his forearm.His eyes shot down to your hand then immediately back to your eyes, sure to avoid seeming like he was staring at your breasts. He clears his throat again and you can smell the faint cologne on him as you watch his adams apple bob. The air in the room changes and you feel him shift away from you. You mumble a thanks for the dinner as you hear  him close the door between you. 

Your shower was perfectly steamy and warm, much unlike your brooklyn apartment that had charm and character but, a much worse hot water heater. As you washed away the dirt from the day you tried not to think of Henry, of what he must think of you for absolutely chewing him out just a few short weeks ago. He seemed to have gotten over it but, at the same time perhaps he was just trying to be the better person. As much as you hated to admit it he had completely accepted your scathing critique and was now treating you like the highest paying guest at a five-star resort. You turned down the hot water, basking in the last bit of steam and enjoying the first true silence of your day. Reaching an arm up, you grab a towel, wrapping it around your body. You stretched out for another towel that you had laid across the sink, somehow your legs completely slipped from under you and you crashed to the floor,grabbing the sink for leverage. Really all you did was knock over some toiletries that you had put on the sink earlier and you could feel your cheeks heating up. It was weird to be embarrassed in a room by yourself but, you knew he must've heard something. You sat on the floor, allowing your chin to rest on the top of your knees. You desperately needed a moment to breathe. Life had been so stressful lately, and you possibly had let off a bit too much steam on him. He was actually a nice guy, sure the accessible information on him didn't make him look amazing but when it came down to it once you explained how you felt about him he had worked so hard to seem normal and accessible. For whatever reason  he seemed to respect your opinion as an artist. The knock at the door kept you from becoming completely lost in your thoughts. It knocked again and you could hear his feet shuffle on the hard wood outside of the door, the nails of the large dog clicking the floor next to him. 

"You okay in there?" It seemed earnest enough.

"Yeah!" you called back "My mind has really been somewhere else lately, I just umm lost my footing- that's all." 

"Okay well let me know if you need anything." It was cheery but helpful. Once you heard him close the door to your room you got up and got dressed as quickly as you could, fumbling to get sweatpants on without accident. Today was definitely not your most agile day. You finally let your hair down and put on just the smallest amount of mascara to make your eyes pop.It was an effortlessly hot look that had worked for you for years, especially in college. You closed the door behind you and gently padded your way to the kitchen. The apartment was cozy, Kal was curled up on a rug in the corner of the room while Henry portioned the food onto pristine white plates. You noticed the baseball cap was back on and at least thanked god for giving you that small assistance in removing the temptation to touch him by running your fingers through his hair.

"So you order takeout but refuse to eat it out of the container?"you asked jokingly as he whirled around from the counter.That smile appeared on his face again and you knew you were putty in his hands,The way he filled out his navy blue t-shirt was unbelievable.

"It's less calories this way." he winked. Thank god he had a sense of humor.You returned his smile now sitting in the chair closest to the kitchen. The conversation veered from workout routines, to body image stress as a performer and then back to work. You found yourself sucking a noodle wishing he'd bring up something else. You absolutely could not do a night of niceties and small talk at this point in your life but, you also weren't ballsy enough to walk right up to him and tell him you wanted him.

"Y/N?"he asked

"Yeah?" you jumped being pulled once again from you daydream

"Do you wanna run lines or watch tv or something?"he asked shyly

"Yeah I mean -we can run lines if you want I just thought we were supposed to bond by talking or something." you laughed trying to take the edge off the awkwardness of the scenario.

"Well what do you want to talk about ?' he asked, leaning back in his seat, baseball cap over his eyebrows.His jawline was so sharp it could cut ice, it dawned on you that he was actually much too goodlooking for his own good. 

You picked up a fortune cookie at the center of the table and tossed it to him.

"Read me your fortune."you smiled seductively. He raised his eyebrows at you but, something must have convinced him because he simply shook his head and said.

"Okay."

#henry cavill #henry cavill sexy #henry cavill smut #smut #henry cavill superman #geralt of rivia #geralt x reader #henry cavill x reader #henrycavill x Black!Female reader #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x female reader #henrycavill rp #henrycavill au #daddy cavill #henrycavill fic #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fandom #the cavillry #henry cavill one shot #black reader

[mintymiknow]

Trust Fall - ch. 11 | Lee Minho

summary | character profiles | masterlist

Pairing: Lee Minho/Lee Know x Reader

Summary: Your relationships with Minho and the other agents are surely better than before, but a simple mission turns into a nightmare when something re-awakens memories you’ve left in the back of your mind.

Genre: Secret agent/spy au, romance, angst, action

Word count: Approx. 6.2k

Warnings for this chapter: Human experiments (another warning will be placed within the story so you’ll know which paragraphs to skip should you want to)

A/N: Sorry for the delay! I’m super busy with schoolwork, so it’s a bit difficult to squeeze in time to write (and on the very short breaks I have...I may be playing Genshin Impact oops). Anyway, here’s the 11th chapter! We’re getting closer to the chapter that I am most excited to reveal~ For now, enjoy this one! It’s a bit packed-ish, so if you have any questions or comments, hit me up!

“Whoa, that’s really cool.” Jeongin says as his eyes remain glued to your phone screen.

It’s a rather quiet morning, with the older agents - Chan, Minho, Changbin and Hyunjin - out on another short mission. The young agent is seated beside you on one of the lounge couches, having convinced you to show him some chemistry videos - and explain the process afterwards. You didn’t mind, finding amusement in how enthusiastic he was like a curious student in grade school. He clicked video after video, watching in awe as you narrated your scientific explanations.

“I assume that’s why Jisung wanted to have a profession in chemistry.” you lightly joke, “Chemical reactions are something else.”

“I admit that’s one reason.” Jisung responds with a laugh, “That, and science in general is fun.”

Seungmin is seated by one of the tables, circling and highlighting important parts in one of the lab reports he was reading. “I’ll have you guys know, in case nobody knew, that Jisung and I went to the same university and had so many classes together.” the young doctor says with a smirk.

“Ah!” Jisung yells, rushing over to Seungmin to try and shut him up.

Seungmin laughs innocently, unbothered by Jisung’s poor attempts to cover his mouth. He grins, “Jisung’s broken so many beakers and caused mini explosions in the lab.”

Jeongin laughs at this, leaning back on the couch, “Seems legit. Didn’t Minho say he did that a lot when he was a rookie here?”

Felix tilts his head, “I think so. For about a few months, there were so many accidents in the lab.”

Jisung forces a laugh and puts his hands on his hips, “Well, look at me now! I’m essentially like, the head of the lab department!”

Seungmin sing-songs, “So am I.”

Jeongin laughs, his eyes narrowing like slits as he does so. “Yeah, yeah.” he teases, “But both of you are horrible with physical combat.”

“We’re in the lab for a reason!” they both defend themselves, causing the youngest to laugh at their reactions.

Felix stretches before letting out a yawn, leaning on your shoulder as he gently closes his eyes. “I do love being in the tech department...but it’s so tiring to monitor a screen the whole day.”

You chuckle, giving his head a quick pat, “Well...at least you get to test out devices and technical equipment, as well as repair and upgrade these.”

“That’s true.” he hums in satisfaction, letting out another yawn.

The freckled agent melts against your side, and you can hear soft snores escaping his lips. A wave of warmth fills you as you admire his tranquil expression, something you wished you could have. In the background, you can still hear Seungmin, Jisung and Jeongin having playful banter; in a stranger’s eyes, this could have been the perfect setting to the perfect hangout session between a bunch of friends.

Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t.

Not when every second of your life was filled with an indescribably heaviness that would wipe the smile off your face the minute you let your guard down.

Still, you let yourself relax, releasing a long sigh as you lean your head on top of Felix’s, closing your eyes to rest as well. It would have been nice, but the moment doesn’t last too long as the lounge room door opens, and an authoritative voice greets everyone in the room.

“Alright guys, time to work.”

Everyone looks towards the door, waving and grinning at the newcomers. Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin and Minho walk towards where your group is; Hyunjin sits on top of the table Seungmin was working on, Minho plops down beside Felix, Chan sits on the armrest of the couch, and Changbin leans against the table next to Hyunjin.

While Seungmin is speaking to the three other older agents who had just arrived, Minho leans over to peer at the sleeping Felix. A soft chuckle manages to escape the male as he whispers, “Not sure if this is from work or from his habit of staying up late to play video games.”

You raise an eyebrow and softly chuckle, giving the younger male’s head a pat, “He deserves to rest. He watches out for all of you during missions.”

Minho looks at you, eyes tired but the usual warmth is there. He breaks into a small smile before nodding, “Can’t argue with that.”

You smile back before looking down at Felix. However, the little moment - between you and Minho perhaps - is broken when Chan clears his throat and waves a few sheets of paper around. “Ok, thanks for the update, Seungmin.” the eldest says, “Now, while you are working on that in the lab, the rest of us have another mission.”

Jeongin hums, leaning back on the couch, “What are we gonna do now?”

Chan nods and proceeds to explain, “The current scout team was able to locate one of Cle’s deeper bases. This one seems to operate underground - literally underground. Anyhow, the team located it and found a way to infiltrate.”

“How’s the security?” Felix stirs awake, lifting his head from your shoulder.

Changbin answers, “Not too tight. Approximately two to three guards per entrance, but it isn’t as heavily guarded as their other bases. It might be because it’s one of their more lowkey bases. The team said it seemed like a small place, so it might be easy to study the layout once you’ve hacked in.”

Felix gives a playful salute, causing Minho to chuckle next to him. Chan then continues briefing the group, “Minho and Changbin will lead one team to...deal with the guards and keep watch of the perimeter just in case. Hyunjin, Jeongin and I will infiltrate the base itself. I need you to tag along, Jisung. This underground base is apparently housing many of their chemicals and prototype serums.”

All the agents nod their heads to show that they’ve understood. The eldest agent then turns to Seungmin, then you, “Seungmin, you already know your tasks in the labs...y/n. Jung has given you the choice of staying with Seungmin or going with us so you and Jisung can get necessary things from their base to further your observations.”

Seungmin ponders from where he’s seated, leaning back on the chair as he speaks, “I think you should go with Jisung, y/n. I’m working on the tests, but I’ll manage. Jisung might need you to assist in gathering evidence.”

Jisung nods. “I agree. I could always use a hand. Also, it would be nice if you were there since you’re...more familiar with the serum. Only if you’re comfortable though!”

You weigh your options for a few seconds, running all sorts of scenarios and a pros-and-cons list in your mind. After a moment, you nod and turn to face Chan, “I’ll accompany Jisung.”

If going with them to the base would speed things up, so be it. You were close to finding a solution - Minho knows this - and anything to fully complete and speed the process up would be a nice touch. You trust Seungmin in the lab, so might as well make sure the agents don’t miss anything that could be of use in Cle’s base.

Chan gives you a smile before chuckling, “Alright, that’s settled. Rendezvous at Basement 1 after lunch, alright?”

“Got it.”

“Roger that, Channie!”

“Alright.”

The other boys all hop to their feet and gather their things, heading out of the lounge room to prepare. Minho, on the other hand, is still splayed across the couch, his eyes closed as he leans his head back on the cushions. Chan chuckles at him, tilting his head with endearment, “Not gonna get ready, Min?”

A small smile graces Minho’s lips despite his eyes still being closed. “We just got back from a mission. I’ll just nap for a few minutes, don’t worry.”

“Alright, sleep well.” Chan laughs, flashing you a quick wink before leaving the room.

“Wha - ” you mouth to yourself, raising your eyebrows in confusion.

You then turn to Minho who is still lying on the couch, eyes closed; yeah, he was definitely asleep. You’ve seen Minho sleep more than you’ve seen any of the other guys.

You shift a little beside him on the couch, a bit antsy and lost, if that were the proper term to use. You could have left the room with the others, but here you were, sitting beside the sleeping male without any intention of leaving his side.

Something or someone possesses you - you think - because now you’re leaning closer, bringing a hand up to gently sweep his bangs across his forehead. Your fingers gently ghost over the skin of his forehead, but he doesn’t stir awake. Your hand then comes to rest by his jaw, and somehow, you think your hand has found its place there; you try not to think about that too much.

Leaning over with your other hand splayed across his chest for support, you lean closer and closer until you’re able to see his long eyelashes in pure detail. When you blink, your own eyelashes tickle his skin, and when you breathe, you’re almost certain your breath fans over his face.

Yet he does not stir awake.

Oddly enough, he really was asleep despite what you were doing. You made a little joke to yourself, thinking that he wasn’t very agent-like at the moment as he should be more alert and aware of the situation.

You gulp once before closing the distance, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Again, you were convinced something possessed you to do that because you weren’t sure why you even did such a thing.

Maybe you wanted to finish whatever was going on when you danced back at the gala.

Maybe. At this point, nothing made sense to you when it came to Minho.

As you thought, his lips were so soft and warm against yours. You keep your lips lightly pressed against his for less than three seconds before slightly pulling away and then returning to leave one last quick peck on his lips.

When you pull away again, lips hovering above his like a ghost, you think you’re in the safe zone. But your heart shoots up to your throat and your nerves freeze like ice, eyes wider than Jupiter when you feel the male’s lips moving against your own.

“What do you think you’re doing, dear Dr. Song?” Minho asks with a low voice, lips brushing against yours with every word he speaks - were that counted as kisses as well?

His eyes are still closed, and you pray that he keeps it that way so he doesn’t see the “cornered mouse” expression you have going on. And the fact that you’re redder than the apple pie Jeongin ate for breakfast.

“I…” you try and try and try to come up with an excuse, rattling your brain for absolutely anything, “...um…”

Nothing. Out of all the times, nothing comes out.

You manage to sit straighter, turning your head to the side as if some magical person would appear to help you out of this situation. By the time you look back at Minho, the next series of events happen in a literal flash.

Minho hooks a hand behind your knee and uses the other to grab your arm, pulling to maneuver both your bodies on the couch. From seeing the wall of the room to seeing the ceiling, you now realize that you’re on your back, head hitting the small throw pillows on the couch - basically where Minho was lying down prior to now.

The male agent looms over you, settled between your legs as he stares down - you aren’t sure if it’s a blank stare or a toned-down glare. Either way, the position and proximity causes your heart to race and face to heat up hotter than the sun. “Minho.” you breathe out with a shaky voice.

Minho leans closer, and for a second you think he’s about to kiss you. However, you feel his velvety lips against the shell of your ear, whispering, “If you wanted to kiss me that bad, you should have just said so.”

“Eh?” is all that comes out of your mouth.

You nearly shriek when you feel Minho pressing a light kiss on your earlobe - dangerously close to your neck - before he pulls back to look at you. Then he breaks into a less sly smile, the corners of his lips curling much too cutely for your heart. “Kidding. I’m just getting back at you.” he winks before sitting back straight and pulling you along to sit as well.

You look at him with furrowed brows - mainly to hide your embarrassment, “With your flirting skills, it’s hard to believe you’ve never had a girlfriend.”

“And how sure are you?” he hums playfully.

“Nevermind. Seungmin did mention something like ‘the first time in a while’ so you’ve probably had someone some time before.” you look up as if trying to remember the doctor’s exact words.

But when you turn to Minho, you notice how he’s tensed up, eyes dark and filled with an abyssal fire. You clear your throat, and shrink in your place, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cross the line.”

Minho blinks as if doing so would snap him out of his trance; it sort of does, as the darkness fades into a more comfortable warmth. He shakes his head and offers a smile - forced, you know, because you’re used to pretending a smile as well. “No need.” the male says, ruffling your hair, “It was a long time ago, after all.”

You don’t get to ask much more - not that you were going to anyway - because Minho is standing up and walking towards the door. “Basement 1 after lunch, y/n.” he calls out, offering a small smile.

A smile that seemed to carry much more sorrow than joy.

A smile that seemed to mask a much darker and bitter feeling, much like how you’d mask your nightmares with nonchalance and distrust.

A smile that made you want to hug him. The doctor in you wanted to comfort everyone you encountered.

“Basement 1 after lunch.” you repeat, offering your own small smile.

Minho is a generally good judge of character, and when he sees the sincerity and warmth in the very small smile of yours, it’s enough to ignite a light in the abyss he holds in himself. He bows his head and then leaves the room.

Maybe Chan was right.

Perhaps you were nothing like Jiyeon after all.

At the designated time, everyone meets up at Basement 1 of the main HQ’s building. You get in a car with Jisung, Chan, Jeongin and Hyunjin while Minho and Changbin get in another with two other agents. Without making any delays, the team heads out for their next mission. Jisung was talking about the various chemical substances the lab team had found so far, explaining how this affects the entire mission and such. Chan drives while listening, and Hyunjin and Jeongin engage the scientist with his conversation.

You, on the other hand, lean your head against the window, mind plagued with thoughts about Minho. What about Minho? You aren’t really sure. There’s a lot. His smile, the way his eyes flicker between darkness and warmth, the way he acts like nothing in this world can move him yet he moves for the sake of those he loves (though he won’t show it). The way his dark hair falls beautifully just above his eyes, parted with perfection with little strands adding a hint of delicateness to his sharp-featured face.

You bump your head on the window to snap out of it, causing Jisung to look at you with a quizzical expression. You smile, shaking your head and mouthing, “I was spacing out.”

Jisung chuckles before patting your shoulder, and then proceeds to continue his conversation with the other agents. You sigh to yourself, bringing a hand to your heart as if doing so would calm it down.

Later, the team finally arrives. Minho, Changbin and their team go ahead so that they can clear a path for the investigative team. It takes about 15 minutes for Changbin to speak into the communication device, signaling a clear path.

Chan gestures for the rest of you to follow, and so you do. Somewhere towards one of the side entrances of Cle’s underground base, your team meets with Minho who is guarding the entrance. “Felix has the layout down, and it shouldn’t be too complicated to navigate.” the agent says in a hushed voice, “You have an estimated one hour to snoop around before Cle backup arrives.”

The eldest agent nods, “Alright, come on guys.”

Once inside the base, you look around and observe the surroundings. Minho and Changbin’s team keep watch of knocked-out Cle agents currently sprawled on the floor.

It was fairly small for a base, a total of two floors only. Each floor had about 2-3 rooms that weren’t too big - perhaps the size of an average classroom or slightly larger. Jisung heads inside one of the rooms, a zealous expression on his face as he zooms away. Jeongin calmly walks to another room, followed by Chan.

Hyunjin pats your shoulder and smiles, “Shall we?”

You nod your head, and the male then leads the way upstairs to the second floor. Once you’ve both reached the landing, you split up; Hyunjin goes to the room on the left while you go to the one in the middle. Thankfully, the other agents rounded the Cle people up and made sure the second floor was unoccupied.

Your eyes scan the contents of one of the shelves, noting that they were nothing but the usual drugstore or medical medicines. Still, you list down the items on a sheet of paper just in case. You then move over to the lab refrigerators, opening the door and pleased to see that it was still functioning. Satisfied was probably the best way to describe your mood right now as you were able to spot a few vials with a familiar looking fluid inside each one - the prototype serums.

With gloved hands, you carefully take some and put them in the little case SKZ provided for evidence. Standing up, you continue to investigate the mini lab; when you’re convinced there’s nothing else, you step out and move on to another room - the one at the very end.

When you open the door, a very pitch-black dark room greets you, and a waft of some rotten stench rushes out. You grimace, hoping dangerous chemicals weren’t spilled or exposed in the room. You carefully fumble at the wall next to the door, searching for a light switch. Once you feel something, you switch it on -

- and immediately regret it.

[A/N: italics = flashback] / [Warning: graphic descriptions of human experimentation and dead bodies. Should you wish to skip this, press CTRL + F (or any command to help you search for words on a webpage) and search “Your hands shoot up to clutch at your head”. You can continue reading from there]

Your pupils shook at the sight in front of you; behind the large glass window of one of the lab’s top secret rooms lay a pile of dead bodies, nothing but burned, decayed or disfigured.

You swallowed, throat dry and scratchy, “What...why are you still doing this? You need to stop.”

A scientist laughed with a rather mocking tone, “Dr. Song, stop being so surprised every time you see these things. It’s very necessary to test the serum - ”

“Not on humans.” you glared, clenching your fists, “Human testing isn’t something that should be done, especially for people like us who - ”

A slap on the cheek.

You yelped at the contact, bringing a hand to the area of impact. The scientist furrowed his eyebrows and spoke with a growl, “Do not interrupt me, understood?”

You only glared harder.

He laughed again, shaking his head in disbelief. “Silly little doctor. You may not see it now, but what we’re doing now is going to be monumental...life-changing. No, world-changing i fact.” he hummed.

You shook your head, “And when Mr. Jung finds out?”

The scientist took a large step towards you, prompting you to take a step back and as a result, collide with one of the lab tables. Caged like a prey, you tried not to show your fear. The scientist leaned close and smirked evilly, “But he won’t, won’t he?”

You opened your mouth to say something, but immediately closed it when the scientist looked past you and nodded as if someone was standing behind you. You risked a peak, hoping to see who was there. However, whoever was standing there was now gone, and your attention was brought back to the scientist in front of you.

“Jung isn't going to know when his most trusted agent is on our side.” the scientist snickered, finally pulling away from your space.

Your hands don’t stop shaking. The scientist walked over to the glass window as if looking at the dead bodies gave him satisfaction. With a sly smirk, he spoke, “And I believe you should remain on our side and do as we tell you, Dr. Song.”

You involuntarily shivered at the image of disfigured, burned and rotten corpses that you’d see on an almost-daily basis.

“Especially if you don’t want your parents behind this glass window next.”

You closed your eyes, allowing a tear to roll down your cheek as you released a shaky breath. With shaky hands, you picked up a few vials and beakers before heading into the chemistry lab.

You go into a state of shock, eyes wide like you just saw hell. Your heart races and stops at the same time - if that were possible, and your legs suddenly feel like jelly. Whatever lunch you had now wants to exit your stomach through your mouth, and you feel your head splitting in two.

There, in the corner of the room you just opened, were three lifeless bodies in the appearance similar to what you’d often see when you were still officially in SKZ. Their lifeless eyes were eerily faced towards you, the pure horror in them still evident.

You can hear the screams and pleas.

Your hands shoot up to clutch at your head just as your legs fail; you fall on your knees and let out a scream despite urging yourself to keep it in. Your breathing becomes heavier as if a boulder was barreling down on you, and the tears are hot like acid on your cheeks.

Hyunjin is the first to arrive, expression contorted in disgust as he sees the inside of the room. He’s quick to your side, kneeling down to pull you into a safe hug. You barely hear the rush of footsteps up the stairs, but you somehow notice that the other agents - except Minho, Changbin and their team - arrive at the second floor.

Jeongin looks in concern, eyebrows furrowed softly. When Hyunjin nods towards the room, the younger male looks, and his expression is instantly replaced with a horrified glare. Jisung seems taken aback as well, but he chooses to sit next to you while comfortingly rubbing your back.

Chan stands behind you, speaking into his communication device. “She’s unharmed, but we need to get her away from here.” he says.

A few seconds of silence for the other end - most probably Minho - to respond, then Chan speaks again, “Not sure...I think...she saw something. She’s breaking down, so I’m going to have Jeongin and Jisung take her back. Tell Changbin to accompany them.”

With that, Hyunjin quite literally has to pull you up, helping get you onto Jeongin’s back so that the younger male can carry you. As soon as you wrap your arms around his neck and close your eyes, the world turns dark as you pass out.

Hours later, the next thing you see is the ceiling of your room in the living quarters, your vision still a bit hazy. You gently sit up, eyes immediately able to catch Chan sitting on the edge of the bed as he types on his phone. He doesn’t need to look up when he greets you, “You’re up.”

He turns to face you, a small yet comforting smile gracing his lips. “How are you?” he asks.

You sigh, looking down at your blanket, “I’m sorry...I just…”

“You’re ok.” he assures you, a gentle pat on your leg, “No need to explain or rush into anything. You passed out, so you should be taking it easy.”

You open your mouth to speak, but choose otherwise and decide to just stay quiet, fiddling with the blanket on your lap. Chan moves a bit closer and crosses his arms, “Minho and Jisung are at the lab. Jeongin, Changbin and Hyunjin are resting too. They’re all fine, if you’re wondering how the mission went.”

“That’s good.” you sigh and breathe out shakily, “I’m sorry for the hassle, Chan.”

The agent smiles warmly, shaking his head, “Don’t be. We promised to take care of you, remember? It’s all good.”

You nod, and Chan lets out a little chuckle as he pretends to coo as if you were a baby. He opens his arms wide and smiles, “Come here.”

You allow yourself to shift closer, bringing yourself against his body. You visibly relax when he hugs you, rubbing your back comfortingly. If being in Minho’s arms was like being home, Chan’s hugs felt like hot cocoa with plump marshmallows. Pulling away, he offers another warm smile and says, “If you need anything, just call any of us, alright?”

“Yes.” you nod, giving him a grateful smile.

A knock on the door is then heard, and a second later, Seungmin and Jung enter the room. Seungmin puts a bottle of water on your bedside table along with a few pills. “These are for the headaches and dizziness. There’s also medicine for nausea if you’re still feeling it. Don’t forget to drink up.” the doctor smiles, “I also recommend you go out and walk around for a bit. Nice, fresh air might help you relax again.”

“Thank you, Seungmin.” you offer him a small smile, nodding your head in acknowledgement to his words.

Jung sighs in relief, shaking his head worriedly, “When Changbin reported that something happened to you, I was quite worried. Are you alright?”

You nod, “More or less. I’m sorry about that.”

Jung smiles before turning to Chan and Seungmin, “May I have a moment with Dr. Song please?”

Seungmin nods, giving you a little wave before leaving the room. Chan gives you another hug, whispering “I’ll go get Minho” before he makes his leave as well - it makes you giggle a little. When the two agents leave, Jung takes a seat on the edge of the bed and looks at you with concern, “Did something happen back there?”

Jung is the only person who knows about what happened in the lab years ago, so you’re pretty sure he’s somehow managed to deduce that whatever happened in the Cle base was connected to the past. You sigh, closing your eyes to answer, “There was a room with...corpses. It just made the memories come back and all.”

“I see.” Jung says calmly, “I’m sorry you had to see that. We should have had the agents sweep the area first. Would you like to take a break for a few days? Stay at home first?”

You offer a small smile and shake your head, “Thank you, but I’ll be fine, don’t worry. I’m not stopping until this is done. It’s...the least I can do.”

Jung chuckles softly, nodding his head. The head of SKZ then stands up and gives you an approving nod, “Keep up the good work, Dr. Song, but don’t worry about taking a rest every now and then. Just tell Minho or Chan, ok?”

You nod, so Jung turns on his heel to leave the room. After he takes a few steps, you suddenly say, “Jung.”

The head turns around, tilting his head to inquire. You then continue cautiously, “When the memories flashed back...I remembered something one of the scientists said.”

“What was it?”

“He said one of your most trusted agents was on their side at that time.”

Jung sighs tiredly, a sorrowful look in his eyes, “Ah, yes, a devastating betrayal. I’m not sure where that agent is now - they escaped the day the lab fight broke out, along with the other scientists and doctors. I’m assuming they’re with Cle as well...perhaps we’ll cross paths again.”

You nod, humming as you absorb his explanation, “And if you do cross paths again…?”

“Well, traitors to SKZ are as good as dead to me.”

“I see.”

Jung gives you one more smile before telling you to get rest. Once you nod, the head leaves your room.

For the next few minutes, you sit on your bed, taking the medicines Seungmin gave you before texting Jisung for updates on how lab work was doing. While conversing and typing your messages and replies, your door’s digital lock beeps, and shortly after, the agent you’ve (secretly) been wanting to see walks in your room.

When you look up, Minho casually waves and smiles, gesturing his head towards you, “Feeling better?”

You nod, “Yes.”

Once he’s seated on the edge of the bed, he has an apologetic expression on his face as he sighs, “Sorry about that. We didn’t - I didn’t - know that there was going to be a room like that. I should have searched ahead.”

“It’s not your fault.” you respond, “It’s part of the job. It’s just...me. It’s a personal thing.”

Minho nods, sighing deeply; he looked like a teen mustering up the courage to ask his crush out on a date or something of the like. It brought a very small smile to your face. When he looks at you with a much calmer expression, a slow and easy smile on his lips, your heart skips a beat. “Wanna grab some coffee with me then?”

“Pardon?”

Minho laughs at your dumbfounded expression and chuckles, “Let’s get some coffee. There’s a cafe the boys and I usually go to. My treat.”

“Wait...what? Why?” you say, trying to connect the puzzle pieces, “Shouldn’t...we be working?”

Minho laughs, his eyes sparkling as he does so, “Lab team’s running tests on the prototype serums right now, so we’ll have to wait for the results either way.” he shrugs, offering another smile, “And while you should be there, I think a change of scenery is what you need right now. To help you feel better.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say no to coffee, but...why?” you slightly blush.

Why you?

As if he could sense your question, he playfully winks, “I’m technically your partner - I’m like your...superior, I guess. It’s my responsibility to take care of you as well, y/n. I did promise you, right?”

“Well,” you chuckle softly, biting your lip to repress a giddy grin, “if you say so.”

Minho smiles fondly, cupping your cheek to briefly stroke his thumb on your skin, “Come on, get dressed. I’ll wait outside.”

The scent of coffee and honey fills your senses the minute you and Minho step into the cafe. With classy and minimalistic-looking interior and soft, mellow music playing, you somehow understood why Minho and the boys would frequent the place. The male agent leads you to the side of the counter, nodding his head for you to pick whatever you wanted, “We have some sort of...connection with this particular cafe.” he says lightly, “We get intel from the employees in exchange for a little money. But...some are genuinely friends and not just connections.”

“Fascinating world.” you chuckle as you scan the menu.

After telling him your choices, Minho moves in front of the counter to order. The barista on duty flashes a smile and chuckles, “Hey, Minho. Been a while, huh? How are the boys?”

“Wooyoung.” Minho nods with a smile, “We’ve all been busy, you know how it is.”

“Yup.” the barista laughs, “What’ll you have?”

“1 iced americano and 1 mint cheesecake.” the agent answers, “And then 1 iced coffee with milk and 1 shortcake for her.”

The barista nods as he punches the order in the cash register, his lips curling into a cheery smile upon seeing you. “Oh? I haven’t seen you with another girl in a while. No more Jiyeon?”

Minho can’t get angry or upset with the barista. He doesn’t blame him. Though they knew about SKZ and gave information if they had any, they wouldn’t know about what goes on internally - about what happened between Minho and a former lover.

The male agent then forces a smile and laughs lightly, “Yeah, no more. I...I’m not sure where she’s at or what she’s doing. Haven’t kept in touch.”

“Ouch.” Wooyoung hisses playfully, then he beams after punching in your orders, “Alright! Just wait a few minutes then I’ll have your orders ready.”

“Thanks man.”

While walking over to a nice and slightly more secluded table, you playfully tilt your head and ask, “Who’s Jiyeon?”

The fake smile is back, but you don’t miss the agony hiding in his eyes. “A friend from before.” Minho replies, “It’s all in the past though.”

And so you don’t push on, afraid to cross the line and sever whatever bond you already formed with the agent.

A few minutes later, Wooyoung serves your orders, and you enjoy the treat Minho has given you. After a few bites and sips, you clear your throat and speak, “About the mission earlier - ”

Minho cuts you off with a calm smile, “You don’t need to, y/n. I took you out here so you could have a breather, not talk about work or the mission.”

You slowly nod, a small yet grateful smile on your lips as you look down at the coffee cup in your hands. Through the windows of the coffee shop, you can see the sky fading from orange-lavender to a darker shade of purple and blue, ushering the entrace of the vening sky.

Minho leans back on his chair and hums, “Let’s see...what do you miss most about Gongjak?”

“Huh?” you look up and gather your thoughts, “Well, probably the pediatric wing. I like my appointment with the kids. Some are snotty and cry really loudly, but generally, it’s nice to see kids.”

Minho pretends to ignore the swelling of his heart, desperately swatting away an endearing image of you being good with kids. “Is that why you like Jeongin so much? He technically is a kid to us.”

“Maybe.” you laugh.

“Then, what don’t you miss?”

You chuckle at this one, “Definitely doing rounds in the ungodly hours of midnight or early morning. Or being called so suddenly for emergencies just when you’re about to sleep. But...my job is my job.”

The laugh that comes out of Minho is melodic to your ears, drowning you completely. With a brighter smile, you nod at him, “What about you? What do you like most about being an agent? Why did you become one?”

Minho shrugs, a small smile on his lips, “To keep people safe. There really isn’t a deeper reason; it’s just that. I like that I can be the reason all these people can live their lives so freely and safely. I wasn’t given that luxury growing up.”

“Oh, I see.” you say softly.

Minho lightens the mood with another chuckle, “What I don’t like is back-to-back missions. I just get back from one mission then I’m sent to another. It’s like finals week in college or something. Oh, and the injuries. Those are a pain in the ass.”

“Well, that’s why you have doctors.” you laugh.

“That’s true.” Minho raises an eyebrow playfully, “Now...what’s been the most memorable thing to happen recently in SKZ?”

“I guess...the recent gala.” you state.

Because we danced and nearly kissed. Because I felt your warmth and held you close.

“The food was good and the accommodations were amazing.” you say instead, eyes twinkling at the memory.

“You sound like Hyunjin.” Minho teases.

You pout, narrowing your eyes at him, “What about you? Not counting all other agent stuff. Just recent ones.”

“Hmmm,” Minho starts, “when you kissed me in the lounge room?”

“Minho!”

“I’m serious!”

“You - ” you stutter, cheeks flaring up.

Minho laughs, taking a sip of his coffee, “Not gonna lie when I say that’s the most surprising thing that’s ever happened in a long time. No one really dares to do such things with me.”

“One would think you’ve kissed a million girls by now.”

“I sort of have. Undercover and all.”

You glare, “Not what I meant, but alright.”

“Would you like to be added to the list of girls I’ve kissed? I don’t remember much of them though.” Minho laughs playfully.

You choke on your coffee after trying to stifle a laugh, “I wasn’t expecting that from you, you know? There really is more to you.”

“I could say the same for you, y/n.” Minho says amusedly.

You and Minho continue to converse and have light-hearted chit chat; the male even throws in a joke or two, allowing you to see the side of him that only Chan and the rest are allowed to see. You witness the side of Minho that isn’t the stone-cold agent; instead, you’re just seeing Minho, the man who has stars in his eyes and cares for his friends.

Just Lee Minho.

A part of you - and a part of Minho - wonders if this is what life would be like if you were two normal citizens, working normal jobs and living the free and peaceful life.

Not as an agent and scientist-slash-doctor trying to stay afloat to avoid drowning in their abysses.

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[lovelyirony]

that rhodeytony piece with the bots........... iconic. do you think we could have more of that sweet sweet mit era?? I just think they’re neat

Look. Rhodey hadn’t meant to build another robot. But Tony was at some business conference for the weekend, and Dum-E was just pitifully sad. If Tony had been there, he would’ve convinced Rhodey that Dum-E is a drama queen and acts like the end of the world is happening at any minor inconvenience. 

But why not give Dum-E a little sibling? This is how U comes to be, and he’s quite the gentleman, far more gentle than his big brother. 

Rhodey enjoys teaching him how to pick up socks and shoes, and how to put the coffee mugs on the counter gently, something that Dum-E is not good at yet, but they’re trying their best. (He has a stuffed coffee mug that they got from the pet store that he’s flung at every single surface so far.) 

-

Tony comes back from his business conference (which ugh) looking for cuddles, dinner, and maybe a movie date night if they can get Dum-E to stop trying to escape the apartment. 

What he isn’t expecting is for his boyfriend to be mediating a fight between two robots. 

Two. 

He stares at his boyfriend for a moment. 

“Rhodey, darling, is Dum-E having a...play-date?” 

Rhodey freezes. 

“Oh!” He says, grinning. “I, um...made him a sibling?” 

“And they’re...fighting?” 

“Well, for now. Dum-E’s mad because he didn’t get to put actual coffee mugs on the counter, and U is mad because Dum-E stole the couch blanket. I think U is really into decoration!” 

“Yeah, that explains everything,” Tony says faintly, sitting. “So...U? Like, the letter?” 

“Yeah, you like it?” 

“And you thought that it made a good name for what?” 

“Well, it was more of a placeholder, honestly. But then he liked it!” 

U looks over at Tony curiously. 

“U, this is Tony. Your other dad. We used part of his code to make you!” 

The arm bumps softly against Tony’s, which is an improvement from Dum-E, who tends to go full-force. (Although they’ve worked on it.) 

“So...” Tony says. “You think with U, we won’t need to look for a babysitter for date night?”

“No, we will. We definitely will. Dum-E hasn’t adjusted to a sibling yet.” 

“Poor baby,” Tony coos, patting Dum-E on the claw. “You thought you were going to be the only attention-seeker for a while, didn’t you?” 

He glowers, wheeling back and acting very high-and-mighty for a robot who just threw the equivalent of a tantrum. 

Rhodey looks at Tony, kissing him on the forehead as he leans over to lay on his legs. 

“How was the business conference, honey?” 

“Utter shit. I didn’t need to go, I was an ego boost for Obie to tote around.” 

“Told you that you shouldn’t have gone.” 

“If I said ‘no’ one more time, we would’ve had to have a phone call about my ‘five year plan’ and ‘legacy’ bullshit. You know that that gives me a migraine. Besides, he gave me a gift certificate to a fancy restaurant, so that means we get to have a good meal one of these weekends when you visit.” 

“Who said I would visit with you?” 

“Because Jarvis adores you and I think Ana wants to adopt you and force you to stay.” 

“You make a compelling argument,” Rhodey says, pretending to think about it. “I’ll...consider it.” 

Tony snorts. 

“And they say I’m the asshole here.” 

-

Two years later, Dum-E and U demand that they get a sibling. The dads are back home together (for now) and Jarvis has grown tired of reason. 

“They want a sibling, Sir.” 

“What, each other isn’t enough?” 

“They have requested many movie nights where there are siblings or groups of friends, and I think they want to, in a sense, replicate the scenarios.” 

“They’ve already done all of it? Wasn’t it them who got onto a plane for DC just because they wanted to see Pops?” 

“Yes, yes it was.” 

“You know, J, I still think that you helped them with that one.” 

“I most certainly did not.” 

(Jarvis totally did. He gets bored, you know? Besides, Colonel Rhodes hadn’t been home for three months, which should have counted for cruel and unusual punishment.) 

“Well, regardless of your guilt in certain situations, we’ll have a family discussion about maybe a new sibling.” 

Rhodey gets a text as he’s grocery shopping. 

hey, need to talk about family stuff. can you also pick up some more colby jack cheese? 

sure. what’s it about? 

your son has decided he wants a sibling. he convinced dum-e....

got it. 

Rhodey laughs to himself as he turns his cart around, going towards the dairy section. Of course U would decide something like that, it makes sense. 

- 

Tony is looking at Rhodey with a disappointed look on his face. 

“This is all your fault.” 

“How is this my fault?” 

“You dote on the boys too much.” 

“Oh, I do that? Who makes them Halloween costumes every year and hosts a party with all of the other appliances we’ve made over the years?” 

“Oh like you hate those, Mr. ‘Here’s-the-hand-made-Halloween-playlist’.” 

“True,” Rhodey says, setting down the bags. “Help me put away all of this stuff, half of it is yours anyway.” 

“We have a shared fridge, Honeybear.” 

“Tell that to your pomegranates taking up about two shelves!” 

“Only for now, and half of those are Pepper’s! They’re not all mine.” 

“Do you think she would want a say in the robot? After all, she does have to deal with U and Dum-E worshiping the ground she walks on.” 

“And she is the reason that Dum-E usually succeeds in his smoothie-making,” Tony admits. “Yeah, sure, invite her over.” 

- 

Whenever Pepper is asked what it’s like having to be a personal assistant to Tony Stark, she always wants to answer with something like “oh, it’s really fulfilling to help a company reach its goal and learn so much from my boss to apply to what comes next” or even “oh, it’s nice.” 

She got invited to dinner, and is now in a conversation about whether or not Dum-E and U, her boss’s children, should get a sibling. 

And the fact that her boss’s children are robots, have two dads, and think that Pepper is the best thing since life itself. 

“Why do they need a sibling?” Pepper asks, chewing on her pasta. 

“Because they’re bored, and we think that maybe we’ll stop getting calls from the fire stations around town that they’re trying to wreak havoc again,” Rhodey says. “They’ll want to teach the new sibling how life works around the house, and we can start on security measures.” 

“Can’t you just put a genetic lock on the door or something?” Pepper asks. 

“They’re surpassed it,” Tony says grumpily. 

“How?” 

“Don’t look at me!” Tony defends. “Look at Jim-dear, who is obsessed with true crime documentaries! They picked up how to gain evidence and use it for proof from him and Forensic Files!” 

Pepper puts her head in her hands. 

“Just once, I wish that we had a dinner to discuss a business proposal or something normal instead of whether or not your two boys need a sibling.” 

“Well, we are thinking about a daughter,” James admits. “And we wanted to talk to you about that.” 

“Why, because I’m the only female either of you know?!” 

“No,” Tony says quickly. “We know plenty of women!” 

“Name seven.” 

“Plead the fifth,” Rhodey jokes. “But you spend time here, and so we wanted to know what you’d want to see in a robot.” 

“How the hell should I know?” 

“You work for the best tech mogul in two hundred years,” Tony says. 

“Tones, you’re entirely too cocky.” 

“Oh shut up babe,” Tony says, no real heat to the sentiment. “Besides, I’ve treated you well, haven’t I?” 

“Other than embarrassing me in front of every single government official every time you interact, sure.” 

“You love it, they hate it, win-win,” Tony says, stirring around his mocktail. “But Pepper, seriously. What do you think about a third robot?” 

“Well, can’t get anymore chaotic,” Pepper sighs. “And I think having a girl around would be...nice. Not as chaotic.” 

“You saying girls don’t bring as much chaos?” 

“No,” Pepper says. “I’m just saying that we know when to bring it.” 

- 

Butterfingers is born, and she is the most perfect definition of a “daddy’s girl” any robot has ever been. She wheels around with grace, although she can’t stop bumping into things and dropping things, being worse than Dum-E. (Which he actually adores.) 

She follows Pepper along in awe, and can be seen usually in her office. 

Curiously enough, the only time she doesn’t live up to her name is in Pepper’s office, where she handles things with grace and Pepper gives her little tasks to do, like delivering cups of pens to employees or papers. 

Rhodey gets her (and the brothers) little souvenirs from his time away, and Tony has an absolute ball of a time making them all costumes and taking a million little pictures that are hung up everywhere in the building. 

But perhaps the crowning achievement are the Christmas photos. 

Usually, Stark Industries will take pictures of their employees, put a newsletter out, and wish everyone a happy holiday and all that. 

But then the employees have an entirely different idea. 

It comes from one of Pepper’s assistants after she’s made CEO, Julia. 

“Why not have the bots be the Christmas picture?” she muses, restacking some of the papers Miss Potts had to sign. “They’re always around the office, and they’re the unofficial mascots of the business. I think it’d be fun to see their Christmas hijinks!” 

Pepper smiles. 

“Julia, remind me to add a little extra to the Christmas bonus.” 

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Rhodey finds the idea to be the best idea anyone has come up with in years. (Although it just gives him an excuse to take more pictures of the bots during the festivities.) 

Dum-E is only too happy to finally be allowed within two feet of tinsel. (Unfortunate incident in 1998.) U is very excited to show off his understanding of symmetry and how to pick out the perfect tree, and Butterfingers just wants Pepper to tie ribbons around her wheels so that she looks “extra-pretty.” 

Stark Industries’ holiday card involves Dum-E and U at either side of the tree, with U gently readjusting one of the many ornaments they’ve had the bots make over the years, and Dum-E is trying to pull off a ribbon from the top of the tree. Butterfingers is at the center, guarding any attempt to unwrap presents, and presenting her bow-filled-wheels. 

Pepper has the picture framed in her office. 

#rhodeytony #ironhusbands #rhodey #tony stark #pepper potts #u #butterfingers #dum-e #iron fam #anyways yes U is very good at decoration #dum-e is not but that's okay bc he's enthusiastic #pepper is done with her boss. so done. but she loves them all #rhodey loves his husband so much and so dearly #lovelyirony writes