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favoniuscodex3 months ago
cat's cradle of love [ kaeya x reader ]
prompt: diona is sick and tired of kaeya whining about how much he's in love with some person he keeps talking about rather than actually doing anything. so, she does what she does best. she makes him a special drink to help: a love potion. pairing: kaeya x gn!reader word count: ~3.3k words warnings: love potion, alcohol mentions/consumption (not reader), intoxication (not reader), friends to lovers a/n: partner fic to my diluc love potion fic found here! haha im actually lowkey really proud of this fic! i hope you all enjoy it! <3
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diona doesn't get paid enough for this.
dealing with a bunch of drunkards all day? god, she hates that dumb alcohol industry and its ever prevailing grip over mondstadt. she hates that she can't make a single bad drink. she hates a lot of things, but what she hates most (or rather, who) is diluc ragnvindr. but tonight, that is not the ragnvindr she is focused on. instead, she's focused on kaeya alberich, who once labeled himself as kaeya ragnvindr in a time long before one diona can remember.
sure, the cavalry captain isn't that bad. he fights off the other drunkards who try to pet her between the ears and he's not too belligerent after drinking too much, but he's still a part of the problem. if kaeya is at cat's tail enough for her to recognize his face, he drinks too much -- and the bartender is all-too-familiar with exactly what the cavalry captain looks like.
"roger," kaeya whines, petting the cat that rests on the counter before him. tonight, much like the past week, kaeya sits at the bar alone. his elbow is folded inwards and rests on the countertop and kaeya has his face shoved into it, while his other arm is stretched out to pet the cat that lazily sprawls out in front of him. it's a pathetic sight, but for some reason, kaeya has become what diona loathes most this past week -- a crying drunk.
for a grown man, all he does is cry. it's over unimportant things too and diona is sick of it. not only does it annoy her, kaeya has also been dragging her coworkers into it, especially roger. sure, roger is a cat and probably doesn't care that kaeya is crying, but diona knows that he deserves better, even if he's kind of awful to work with.
"roger, how-" kaeya begins before hiccupping. diona watches the abrupt rise and fall of his back before quickly glancing away as kaeya lifts his head to stare at the cat in front of it. "how many petals do i have to pick before i find out if they love me or if they love me not?"
diona nearly breaks the glass she's holding in her sudden anger. kaeya, the dumb cavalry captain of the idiotic knights of favonius has been crying in her bar for the past week because of some dumb crush? she has to stifle a scream of frustration and anger and instead gets her rage out through firmly polishing the glass in front of her. gods. gods, she hates this dumb job and she hates alcohol.
both the ragnvindr brothers are stupid, diona thinks. but maybe i can put an end to this one's annoying, dumb nature.
"hey, sweetheart," kaeya croons, draping himself obnoxiously across your desk. you look up at him with your best unamused expression, but the twitching of the corners of your lips as they threaten to pull upwards into a smile reveals your relief to see your coworker-turned-friend. sure, the job sucked sometimes and you felt no better than a glorified secretary, but since varka took all of the horses with him on the expedition, you at least knew that kaeya was sharing in your misery of having nothing to do in the knights of favonius headquarters besides filling out incessant paperwork.
"hey," you greet, leaning back in your chair and folding your arms over your chest. with kaeya practically leaning on top of your work, you couldn't access the pen and quill without telling him to move. how tragic. at least you could slack off since jean isn't here. "what's up?"
"nothing much, i just don't want to work," kaeya confesses and you let out a soft laugh. look at the two of you: you should be two of mondstadt's finest, but here you were, slacking off. jean and lisa would probably be chewing the two of you out for your lack of work ethic, but it was hard to find the willingness to be a good captain of the knights of favonius when grand master varka took everything the two of you presided over on his expedition with him. cavalry captain kaeya has no cavalry and you, the artillery captain, has no artillery.
the two of you were paperwork captains now and, despite the pay, the job still sucked.
"me either," you agree and kaeya's azure eye glints with amusement in the sunlight.
"so, what's someone like you doing on their lunch break?" kaeya asks, gaze moving from you to the desk as he begins to fiddle with your desk decorations. his words are flirtatious, but they scarcely affect you anymore. when kaeya and you had first become friends, you had been left a flustered, stammering mess, until you realized he was just naturally flirty in a friendly way. now, you were more than used to his words and manner of speaking, so you barely bat an eye at his question.
"oh? i'm just catching lunch with albedo again. not sure why he's so interested in talking to me compared to everyone else, but he's good company so i don't mind," you say, not noticing the way kaeya's jaw clenches as the mention of the blonde. pretty little albedo already held the hearts of half the knights of favonius but, surprisingly, he didn't hold yours yet.
you and albedo were just friends, formed after you had helped him with a research experiment that needed an extra set of hands. albedo appreciated the way you viewed him as more than just another pretty face and the way you didn't worship the ground he walked on for his alchemic discoveries. meanwhile, you found friendship with him due to his calm nature and inquisitive manner of speaking. it is an easy friendship, but that's all it is -- friendship. kaeya, however, doesn't know this.
so, in your obliviousness, kaeya is left to stew in envy over having his typical lunch plans with you being ruined so you could eat with albedo. sure, he could easily invite himself along as the two of you were good enough friends, but kaeya wasn't a jerk. if you and albedo wanted to spend time together in albedo's dumb little laboratory together, he wouldn't intrude. besides, it's not like you had promised to eat lunch with kaeya. typically, it just... happened.
so why did kaeya feel so scorned that you were spending your lunch break with someone else? you ate lunch with eula sometimes and amber at other times, so why was albedo bothering him? kaeya mentally punches himself for being dumb. he knows the answer as to why he feels this way, but he typically only dwells on the feeling when under the influence of alcohol. he doesn't like being vulnerable, especially not when it comes to someone as kind, strong, lovely, and amazing as y-
"kaeya?" you ask, waving a hand in front of the cavalry captain's face. "you're spacing out on me already?"
your words are teasing, but kaeya has to bite back the urge to hastily refute them. it's just a lighthearted jest, yet kaeya wants nothing more than to tell you that you could never bore him. you occupy his thoughts far more than you should and it's becoming problematic. sure, it's better than the typically negative thoughts of khaenri'ah and his past that usually threaten to consume him on cold, lonely nights, yet this feels like a much more tangible issue. khaenri'ah is something he can simply continue to push down the line, while you..? you're at risk of falling through his fingertips while he can do nothing but watch. rather than tell you exactly how much he adores you or any dramatic love confession, kaeya simply smirks at you, mimicking your teasing expression.
"you and albedo, huh?" he croons, laughing as you playfully swat his arm in faux-anger. kaeya relishes in the huff of annoyance you let out and thrives in the smile in your voice as you deny his obvious implications.
"it's not like that, genius," you insist, but you can tell by kaeya's shit-eating grin that he's not having any of it. "we're just friends! coworkers, even! don't make it weird, you weirdo."
"i'm the weirdo?" kaeya shoots back, words filled with disbelief. "you're the one going on a cute little lunch date in the cramped little laboratory downstairs."
you shake your head, but amusement shines in your eyes. "you're insufferable."
"you love me," kaeya insists. if you knew better, you would know that he is trying to convince himself, but you don't and it pains the cavalry captain to no end. instead, you smile in your typical brilliant fashion, the smile that sets kaeya's heart ablaze in a way only pyro energy can rival.
"yeah, yeah," you agree dismissively with a wave of your hand through the air. "whatever. now get off my desk, otherwise i'm tattling on you to jean when she asks why i don't have these dumb tax forms done."
kaeya gasps, wounded by your suggested betrayal. "you wouldn't."
"i would," you say, sticking out your tongue at him. "now move, sweetheart."
grumblings of dissatisfaction begin when the cat's tail has a different bartender over the lunch hour, but diona figures that margaret won't be too mad at her for taking a break at this time. after all, people who drank in bars at noon are the types of drunks diona hates most. she hates them almost as much as she hates the ragnvindrs. almost. but, nobody could quite come close to diluc or kaeya.
but, if her plan went well, maybe kaeya alberich wouldn't be so low on her list after all. she sets off with her bartending kit and a determined aura. hell hath no fury like a diona scorned and, if she can't take down diluc ragnvindr and the wine industry, diona can sure as hell take out his brother. she can at least send a message... at least, that's what she hopes.
besides, diona already has a super secret spy giving her intel on the alcohol industry straight from the knights of favonius hq. sure, it's not the most reliable source, but it's better than nothing. after all, the spark knight is still a knight, which means her intel has to be worth something, right? diona is a strategist, which means she redirected her internal source to focus on something else today: kaeya.
take down kaeya alberich, you take down part of the ragnvindrs. easy as pie.
"hi diona!" a cheerful voice greets as diona makes her way into the sprawling halls of the knights of favonius hq.
"hi klee. do you have my intel as requested?" diona says, standing up straight. being forward is the best strategy, diona determines.
"yup! mister kaeya's eating lunch in his office on the second floor. it has his name on it!" klee begins and diona nods in approval before turning to leave. "wait, diona! did you want to play later?"
"of course, but um... no bombs, please." diona responds and klee nods and waves before running off once more. diona smiles to herself as she watches her friend run off before shaking her head to clear her thoughts. right. she was on a mission. diona storms down the hallway, ignoring the peculiar looks from the guards as she walks up the steps to the second floor.
with the passion of someone far older than her, diona firmly knocks on the door labeled "cavalry captain's office". a familiar voice tells her to come in from the other side of the door and, with a deep breath, diona swings open the door to view the cavalry captain. this is their first time meeting without the stench of alcohol upon his breath, but kaeya recognizes her nonetheless. her head barely makes it above his desk, yet diona hopes she still looks intimidating.
"can i help y-" kaeya begins, but diona cuts him off with a loud hmph.
"no funny business, cavalry captain!" diona begins, glaring at him. slowly, kaeya sets the half-eaten sandwich in his hands down before leaning back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest. he looks on in amusement and diona feels indignance rise within her. the dumb drunkard thinks this is funny?!
"i'm here," diona begins with a roll of her eyes. "to help you with your stupid little problem."
"... which is?" kaeya begins, a smile creeping onto his face at diona's irate tone.
"you're in love with someone and you won't tell them! all you do is cry at my stupid bar every night about it and i'm sick of it!" diona accuses and the smile on kaeya's face drops as he sits up straight in a panic.
"if we are going to discuss this," kaeya begins, voice cool despite his sudden loss of composure. "close the door behind you."
diona swings the door shut behind her and traipses over to the chairs in front of kaeya's desk. she scrambles up onto the seat, staring at the cavalry captain as her legs dangle off the edge of the chair, not quite reaching the ground. aha, he's flustered! she thinks victoriously, ears twitching with delight as kaeya stares her down.
"how exactly are you going to 'help me'?" kaeya asks, placing air quotes around his final two words.
"i am going to make you a drink!" diona huffs. "i've been experimenting with different drinks trying to make the worst one, but i can probably make something that will solve your problems too."
kaeya stares at the bartender. "i appreciate the gesture, but i cannot possibly drink on the job." he appears on edge, but diona doesn't quite care. she's here to fix his stupid problem whether he likes it or not.
diona furrows her brow, glaring at him. "jeez, you boozehound. i never said it was alcoholic!"
"a non-alcoholic drink?" kaeya muses, pondering over the idea. "hm. sure, i don't see why not."
kaeya is no fool. love potions are concoctions that only exist in the pages of fantasy novels or buried deep within the abscesses of albedo's lab, but in order to even begin finding one, he'd have to actually speak to the alchemist. sure, they were friendly coworkers, but ever since albedo had gotten so friendly with you, albedo was (secretly) public enemy number one in kaeya's book.
kaeya isn't the jealous type. at least, that's what he tries to tell himself. but, when kaeya decides that he'd rather trek through the entirety of mare jivari than ask albedo for assistance with wooing you, there's little else to call his bitter actions than declaring them to be pure jealousy. but hey, kaeya isn't going to act on anything. he wants to scream from the rooftops how much he likes you, but kaeya isn't quite sure that you would like that.
so, he sits back and lets diona play pretend, watching as she crafts a pink, shimmering beverage with the materials on hand. she finally reaches over his desk to slide the glass towards him, another indignant huff escaping her.
"i'm adding that to your tab, drunkard!" diona declares, but before kaeya can protest, she has her back turned to him, walking out of the room with her head held high.
kaeya watches the pink liquid swirl in the glass before him. sure, love potions weren't real, but the drink looked tasty and smelled rather delicious.
what could go wrong? kaeya asks himself as he lifts the beverage to his lips and takes a swig of it.
kaeya appears in your office as you're packing up for the day, sliding files into your briefcase to take home. the paperwork was incessant and it appeared as if you were even going to have to work through the weekend. for the country of freedom, they sure liked to tie you down with paperwork.
"hey, sweetheart," kaeya greets, but his typically playful tone is a bit more serious. you look up from your files, pausing your packing as you tilt your head at him.
"what's up?" you say cautiously and kaeya looks down at your briefcase before glancing back up at you. he's acting off and you realize when you see the way his hands are shaking that he's... nervous. you've never seen kaeya alberich nervous, despite all the years you've been friends. it makes a pit of worry settle in your stomach, but kaeya is clearing his throat before you can dwell on the feeling too much.
"you're my favorite person i've ever met. when i'm with you, life is... simple. i can be myself and you don't expect anything more of me," kaeya begins and you stand up straight, eyeing him cautiously. such a declaration is... bold, but you're not quite sure why he's saying it. sure, his words are touching, but you can't help but be... confused. so, rather than interrupting, you choose to let him continue.
"i can't get the way you say my name out of my head and thoughts of your smile illuminate my daydreams. my heart beats fast whenever we're together and you make me feel like a lovestruck teenager again and i never thought i would get a chance to feel that again, but you never fail to amaze me or to prove me wrong," kaeya walks closer to you, now standing before you.
sure, kaeya alberich hasn't made you flustered in years, but old habits die hard as you feel heat rising to your cheeks at his earnest, honest words. his hands still shake before you, so rather than cutting his little speech off, you take his hands in your own and smile at him encouragingly and nod. kaeya gives your hands a gentle squeeze.
sure, it might be the liquid courage coursing through his veins that motivates him, but it isn't liquid courage in the form of alcohol. no, it's pure, unadulterated love, and in this moment, as kaeya squeezes your hands back, he wonders how the hell diona figured that recipe out, but she's going to get half his paycheck for getting you to look at him with such a soft, awed expression.
"i think i'm in love with you," kaeya confesses, almost breathlessly. his revealed eye is wide and shines with nervousness, yet his expression relaxes as a wide grin breaks over his face as you clutch his hands just a bit tighter. but, before kaeya can relish in the contact, you're letting his partially clothed hands go and instead moving in to cup his face. kaeya freezes under your touch, brain short-circuiting as his hands hover over your hips. he wishes to brace you as you lean in closer to him, but he doesn't want to overstep any boundares.
yet, as you place a chaste kiss on his lips, kaeya finally lets his hands settle on you, holding you close to reassure himself that finally, finally you aren't slipping through his fingers. you're right before him and, even as his eyes flutter closed, you're still there, pressing your soft lips against his own. sure, diona's love potion was sweet, but kaeya is certain that he'll never taste anything sweeter than the taste of your chapstick and smooth lips pressed against his own. when you finally part, kaeya mourns the lost kiss, yet your grin soothes the wound before it can become irritated.
"i think i'm in love with you too," you affirm and kaeya lets out a soft breath of relief, as if your kiss hadn't solidified that fact. "sweetheart."
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wylan-van-eckka month ago
a night in the crow club
!! minor crooked kingdom spoilers!!
on nights when there were no jobs the crows would hang out at the crow club
Nina and Matthias would cuddle up in a corner, talking, laughing, being adorable
Wylan would sit as far away from the gambling tables as possible, naive people losing their money making him uncomfortable and draw in his sketchbook
Jesper would annoy him, gamble a bit, annoy him again
"What are you drawing, merchling?" he'd ask one night. Wylan threw his hands over the drawings, covering them.
"N-nothing." Jesper arched a brow and grinned:
"Come on, show me."
"No, go away!"
he did not leave, instead he sat down next to Wylan and talked to him the whole night
Wylan kept the drawings covered, but eventually got tired and careless, resting his head on Jesper's shoulder and falling asleep
it was then that Jesper finally saw what he drew, sketches of the crows, the crow club, Kaz and his ruthless face, Inej and her wonderful smile, Nina and her smirk, Matthias and his always-kinda-angry face and a bunch of drawings of Jesper
someday Jesper would make fun of Wylan for doing the exact same thing he made fun of Kuwei for, but not tonight
instead he ran his fingers through Wylan's curls and whispered softly, more to himself than anyone else: "Saints, I love you, Wy."
Wylan, not completely asleep yet smiled at this and whispered back: "I love you too, Jes."
Inej jumped from corner to corner, table to table, chatting with Matthias, laughing with Nina, teasing Jesper and asking Wylan about his ideas
there was one person no one saw yet that night, not even Inej
after a while, everyone occupied with their significant others, she decided to pay him a visit
he was where he always was, in his office, door closed but unlocked, easy to slip through
he was bending over some paperwork, three empty mugs and another one filled with fresh coffee, his hair a total mess, falling in his eyes
even though he was focusing on work her entry did not go unnoticed
"Yes, Inej?"
"Everyone are downstairs. Wanna join?"
"Alright." she said and pulled herself on his desk, dangling her feet there. at first he ignored her and then sighed frustrated:
"Do you have to sit here?"
"Why?" She shrugged.
"There's no place to sit."
"There are three more chairs!" She shrugged again and continued dangling her feet, enyoing riling the bastard of the barrel.
"You should be downstairs." he mumbled, filling out a form.
"So should you." She answered. He turned his chair towards her, so he was looking directly in her eyes and ran his hand through his hair.
"Fine. I'll go downstairs for half an hour, will you leave me to work then?" she held out her arm.
"The deal is the deal." A smile tugged on his lips as he shook her hand, replying: "The deal is the deal."
When Kaz and Inej came downstairs, they weren't saying a word to each other
Nina sighed and leaned in to Matthias:
"They're so hopeless, they clearly want to date each other. Just talk you idiots! That's how you start dating!"
Matthias just smiled quietly, listening to Nina complain
Kaz and Inej started talking, but they weren't close enough for Nina and Matthias to hear
"Tell her she's pretty, Brekker. Just tell her she's pretty!"
Kaz turned around and walked over to one of the gambling tables, Inej walking over to Jesper and Wylan
Nina just sighed and buried her face in her hands
"They truly are hopeless."
Matthias just laughed, wrapping an arm around Nina's waist and pulling her closer, kissing her:
"At least we aren't hopeless."
"Oh, you are. You're a hopeless fjerdan. I, however am perfect and flawless." She said with a smirk. Matthias changed that smirk into a gentle and genuine smile when he said:
"Indeed you are, little red bird.
when Inej walked over to Wylan and Jesper, Wylan was deep asleep, his head resting on Jesper's lap who looked at him with awe that would melt anyone's heart
"Jesper." he looked up, a bit startled. She sat down next to him, studying the drawings Wylan left on the table.
"Oh, these are marvellous!" she smiled.
"I know right?" Jesper said, already back at studying the boy in his lap.
"Yes, Inej?" he said without looking up.
"... Nevermind. You two look adorable." she said and got up.
she wanted to ask him to keep Kaz downstairs and keep him company, but Jesper was too busy with admiring Wylan's curls and there was no way Nina or Matthias would take on the job
besides, Kaz had already sneaked off back to his office
"Kaz." Inej rolled her eyes, pulling herself up on his desk again. He ignored her yet again, his gaze locked on his paperwork. She didn't dangle her feet, just watched him work, his long, pale fingers scribbling over the papers, his black hair falling in his face
she wanted to brush the hair away
she did not
she wanted to hold his unoccupied hand
she did not
she wanted to talk to him, run her fingers through his hair, interlock their fingers, study his eyes
she did not
instead she turned to the window, watching the lights of Ketterdam, shining in the dark night
it was when her focus was elsewhere that Kaz finally looked up from his papers, staring at her, her tight coil, her dark skin
he wanted to let her hair down
he did not
he wanted to hold her hands
he did not
he wanted to talk to her, run his fingers through her hair, interlock their fingers, study her eyes
he did not
instead, when they knew the other wasn't looking, they glanced at each other now and then, admiring each other's hair and hands and skin and eyes
instead, they stole each other's hearts a little bit more everytime they got a glance, like the Barrel thiefs they were
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rachaelswritesa month ago
Being A Father Figure
Sebastian Stan x Teen!reader
Requested By: Anonymous
If you are able, could you write something for a young actress! reader, maybe around 16 years old or so and Sebastian has become like a father figure to her while she has been in the mcu? Maybe she doesn't have a great life at home? If you are uncomfortable with writing this or don't have the time then that's fine too! Have a great day! :))
A/N: I realized I kinda changed it a little from the request but I hope you still enjoy it!
-You first met Sebastian on set of Winter Soldier when you were about seven
-You didn鈥檛 know it then but your role as Bucky鈥檚 daughter would end up being an important character in the upcoming films
-On your first day, you were super nervous
-Not only was this the biggest movie you鈥檇 been a part of but there were so many bug actors like Chris and Scarlet聽
-Your parents didn鈥檛 like that you wanted to act but they still paid for everything and got you to where you needed to be
-They didn鈥檛 want to be on set or travel with you so your agent was pretty much your guardian when filming
-After she had introduced you to everyone, you felt really overwhelmed and out of place
-You went back to your trailer, which was the only place you could be left alone
-You felt so small and so out of place that you were considering to quit after this
-You probably would have if it wasn鈥檛 for Sebastian
-He realized he hadn鈥檛 seen you in a while and had a feeling you were probably freaked out
-He had watched you when you were being introduced to everyone and he could tell you were uncomfortable
- He went to your trailer and knocked, hearing a soft 鈥渃ome in鈥 after
-You were sitting on the couch and he could tell you were trying hard not to cry
-Your cheeks were red and your eyes were puffy
-He sat down on the chair across from you and talked to you about everything that was bugging you
-After that moment, he decided he was going to take you under his wing on and off set
-After that movie, Sebastian offered to take you a bunch of places and to watch over you when your parents couldn鈥檛
-You two got closed while doing press and filming your other Marvel projects
-Once you hit high school, Sebastian could sense you were more stressed out and anxious than ever before
-Your parents had become more distant than before so you couldn鈥檛 go to them if you needed anything. The only person you could think of was Sebastian
-You two were about to go to Atlanta to film Falcon and the Winter Soldier but you had so much school work and you were freaking out over it
-You decided to go to Sebastian鈥檚 (lucky for you, you didn鈥檛 live too far from him) and he let you cry to him all night
-He promised he鈥檇 help you out with anything you needed, School, friends, even mental health stuff
-Once you got to set and filming started, Sebastian made sure you were doing well in school and keeping up with everything
-If you were having a bad day, he did everything he could to cheer you up. Whether it was bringing you food, letting you nap in his trailer, or letting you mess with Mackie or Daniel
-Even if you were having a good day, he鈥檇 still make sure to check up on you
-When production shut down, your parents didn鈥檛 want you coming home
-They claimed they didn鈥檛 want to get sick from the virus but even when you offered to quarantine they still didn鈥檛 want you coming home
-Again, you went to Sebastian鈥檚 hotel room and told him what was going on
-You didn鈥檛 really have anywhere to go so he offered you to stay with him
-Your parents didn鈥檛 care so they let you
-While you were upset that your parents didn鈥檛 seem to care for you anymore, you were glad you weren鈥檛 going to alone for who knows how long
-Everyday during lock-down, Sebastian, much like he did while filming, checked up on you and made sure school was going okay and you were okay
-When you were able to go back and film, he kept to that same system
-Filming ended but you had enough funds and Sebastian had helped you fill out the paperwork to get you emancipated
-You were old enough and mature enough and like always, if you needed anything, Sebastian would be there for you, like he always was
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starglow-xx5 months ago
(About the brother!atsushi) aRE YOU READING MY MIND MISS?! Because that has been on my mind for MONTHS. TYSM For writing it was amazing!! If you don't mind, may I request (if requests are open) atsushi, still an older brother, but with a sister that's 10-13 yrs old? It's totally fine if you don't wanna do it. Keep up the good stories, ily mwuah!
*sobs* you鈥檙e so kind thank youu 馃ぇ馃ぇ
i wrote this a bit differently i hope that鈥檚 okay anon! at first i planned for this to be mainly abt atsushi and the reader, but i decided to add in relationship hcs with the agency bc i ran out of ideas
if you guys liked this don鈥檛 worry! im planning a special part two for this one so be the look out for it hehe
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atsushi with a tween! sister
ft. the armed detective agency
like in my baby sister hcs, you鈥檙e still the most important thing to him period
the two of you got picked up by dazai and kunikida when he was 18 (obviously) and when you were 12
for a 12 year old, you were a bit small bc of malnourishment (which makes atsushi feel so bad) so both dazai and kunikida thought you were a bit younger than you actually were
they assumed you were about 9-10ish
you and atsushi both share a favorite food !! chazuke :)
so when kunikida treated the two of you, he made sure you got more bowls bc like i mentioned above, he feels really bad that you were malnourished and under weight
(don鈥檛 bring this up but kunikida felt bad too hehe)
when dazai went with your brother to the warehouse, you were with kunikida
imagine the surprise of the other ada members when kunikida came in with a little girl dressed in rags that popped out from behind him
kenji was the one who vocalized his thoughts聽
鈥渒unikida-san you have a daughter?! wow! i didn鈥檛 know that! :D鈥
when you found out your brother was a tiger, you were a bit concerned but you were actually kind of excited
you were even more excited when you found out the two of you were going to be taken in by the agency
anything was better than the stupid orphanage
and besides!
you got a tiger for an older brother and a bunch of other super powered agents to take care of you! who could want anything else?
at your age, you鈥檙e very impressionable and can be influenced easily so atsushi makes sure to teach you more in depth of good morals and the importance of kindness
his heart swells with pride and relief when he catches you being kind to others
pride bc he鈥檚 proud that even after all the two of you have gone through, you still ended up being a good kid and having a bright view of the world
and relief bc he hasn鈥檛 failed as a big brother
pfftt like he could ever fail
but please, from time to time reassure him that he鈥檚 perfect and the only big brother that you鈥檇 ever want bc he rlly needs that kind of validation
with his salary and savings, he tries to buy nice things for you
what a sweetheart 馃ズ
he saw you eyeing that one dress at a store window? fast forward abt a week and half and it鈥檚 inside a pretty gift bag for you
you wanted to try that dessert from the nice bakery? that鈥檚 dessert after dinner at one point
but other than buying you things, he sets money aside for you
like all the time
(y/n), here have this, you might need it鈥
鈥渂ut nii-san you just gave me鈥斺
鈥渢ake it鈥
#1 spoiler
also your #1 confidant and source of physical affection
you tell him anything and everything (except crushies and those kinds of things)
atsushi loves it when you talk abt your day and he can see the big smile on your face and the sparkle in your eyes
it gives him the strength to keep going 馃槚馃槚
the two of you aren鈥檛 as touch starved as you鈥檇 probably think, but that鈥檚 only bc the two of you had each other
in your opinion, no one can match the hugs of your big brother
and it got even better bc YAYY he has tiger arms now聽侃(鈼曗库棔)鄱
if you ask, he鈥檇 carry you around too hehe
you also get nightmares quite often so he鈥檒l always be there ready to calm you down, talk if you need to, and rock you back to sleep
god i love him 馃ぇ馃ぇ
atsushi will do everything in his power to protect you and make sure you get to grow up happy, supported, and loved
port mafia attack? oop he鈥檚 already taking you to the nearest escape route
someone is starting to harass you? they just got suckered punched into the next week
you want to go out to have some fun? he鈥檒l go ask the president for a day off
you鈥檙e not feeling well? he鈥檒l take another day off and take care of you
whatever you want to do, he鈥檒l do it with you! (as long as it鈥檚 within reason)
will always be your #1 supporter! and he鈥檚 the president of your fan club hehe
he loves you so so much and will do anything for you; your life and happiness will always be more important to him
you are his reason to keep going
agency head canons !!
atsushi is your big brother, but kunikida is most definitely some sort of father figure
everyone can see it
except kunikida of course
kunikida scolds you lightly if he thinks your manners need work or if you make a mess in the agency
you listen to him of course and in turn as some sort of a reward, he鈥檒l give you pieces of stationary
he always gives you the nice, good quality kind and you鈥檙e over the moon
atsushi adores it when you come running to him showing your new notebook or fountain pen and blabbering what you鈥檙e going to do with it
sometimes it isn鈥檛 even as a reward for being a good child; he鈥檒l just give it to you and he鈥檒l say smth like 鈥渋 noticed you鈥檝e used up your last notebook quite quickly, so here鈥檚 another one鈥 or聽鈥渄id you run out of ink? here have this then鈥
he usually has a soft spot for children in general, but he most definitely has a soft spot (or a thousand) for you
yosano is kind of like a motherly figure to you
she gives you the guidance a mother should and goes on shopping trips with you!
atsushi always gets dragged along by you, but he thinks it鈥檚 worth it seeing you look so happy
yosano being a doctor also tries to teach the things you should know, or things that would be helpful to you
she鈥檒l teach you the basics of cooking, sewing, how to treat a cold/fever, etc
also gives you excellent advice 1000% of the time
鈥渞emember (y/n)-chan if someone hurts you come tell me and then i鈥檒l chop them into鈥斺
fukuzawa is like a father to most in the agency but you see him more as a grandfather figure
bi weekly tea and gossip sessions hehe
along with cat talk!
most of the time though, it鈥檚 just you talking and him listening to you, but the two of you enjoy it nonetheless
鈥渁nd then kunikida-san ended up crashing into a pole and dazai-san started to laugh at him and i did too because it was really funny but we ended up getting scolded鈥斺
鈥渉mm i see...鈥
he鈥檒l let you stay in his office as he fills out paperwork; you鈥檙e usually doodling or drawing in your notebooks
sometimes he鈥檒l meditate and you鈥檒l join him, but 4/7 times you鈥檇 fall asleep
you always wake up with a blanket over you
dazai is like a cool but a highly concerning and kind of high maintenance uncle
frequently takes you out with him when he ditches work
walks in the park, eating at uzumaki聽so he has the excuse of treating you so he doesn鈥檛 have to pay his tab avoiding kunikida and sometimes chuuya and akutagawa, all that fun stuff
also tries to not talk abt suicide in front of you especially if it鈥檚 just the two of you alone
he knows that you mean the world to his pupil and that said pupil would probably hate him for putting suicide inside your brain
he teaches you random but useful things like how to pick a lock, how to steal kunikida鈥檚 notebook if you鈥檙e looking for some information, how to sweet talk your way out of things, etc.
is also the one to tell you that if you ever get a significant other to introduce them to the agency first
he always wants all of your gossip; some of them work pretty well for blackmail
鈥渄azai-san! dazai-san! did you know that kunikida-san lost his glasses and he was looking for them for nearly an hour when he was just holding them the entire time??鈥
鈥渨oah really (y/n)-chan?! hey hey can you say it again into this recording device so kunikida-kun would believe me when i tell him鈥斺
always ends up giving kunikida a heart attack when he says that you鈥檝e been with him all day
ranpo is also like a cool but a highly concerning and kind of high maintenance uncle
will share some of his snacks, but don鈥檛 push it or you might not get anything at all
loves it when you compliment him
if you tagged along with him and your brother on a case, he will show off to impress you
鈥...and that鈥檚 how the crime happened鈥
atsushi is lowkey and kunikida is highkey stressed that ranpo鈥檚 eating habits will rub off on you
鈥渘e (y/n)-chan do you wanna try this highly caffeinated drink and this concerning amount of sugar filled snack?鈥
鈥渃an i really?!鈥
ranpo definitely does stuff like that on purpose聽
the tanizakis are like siblings to you!
a weird set of siblings but siblings nonetheless
the two of them adore you and think you鈥檙e precious
atsushi definitely knows how to do your hair whether it鈥檚 long or short but he got even better at it when he asked the two
hehe braid trains are definitely a thing + kyouka and kenji (and maybe even dazai)
sometimes you have sibling swap days
you鈥檙e with junichiro for most of the day and atsushi is with naomi
strange i know
each of the tanizaki siblings try to make it fun bc they know that the two of you did not at all have a happy upbringing
junichiro likes spending time with you by taking you out to different places that naomi likes to frequent
like the mall, different stores and restaurants, the park, places like those
naomi does the same thing with atsushi so if you ever bump into them, you go out and eat together :)
besides atsushi, the next one in line who spoils you the most would be junichiro (and yosano & kunikida both coming in at a close third)
he honestly can鈥檛 help it; you remind him of how naomi was when she was younger
and besides
he鈥檚 always been a sucker when it came to the happiness of a little sister
鈥渨ould you really buy this for me junichiro-san?!鈥
鈥渙f course! don鈥檛 worry about it鈥 :)
wanna talk abt boys/girls/celebrity crushes things like that? naomi is your girl
you feel a bit embarrassed to go talking to yosano or your brother abt that and kyouka does not know a thing abt them either
鈥渦wahh naomi-san look at all these people in this magazine! they look so good!鈥
鈥渞ight?! but of course onii-sama is still the best鈥斺
you get along with kenji and kyouka quite nicely being roughly the same age as them; they鈥檙e also like siblings!
just pure, wholesome vibes from the three of you
you鈥檙e over the moon when she finds out that kyouka is staying with you and your brother
atsushi is twice as happy seeing you talk your mouth off and finally having a girl around your age to talk to
鈥渄o you think demon snow can change how she looks?鈥
鈥渉mm... im not sure...鈥
you and kenji talk abt anything and everything
he even teaches you how to take care of plants!
sometimes the two of you are kind of in the same boat bc you don鈥檛 know much abt yokohoma being stuck in the orphanage and kenji doesn鈥檛 know much abt cities in general
鈥渨ait where are we again kenji-san?鈥
鈥渁h we鈥檙e close to the ports! but im not really sure how close because i don鈥檛 know what the symbols on this sign mean鈥
鈥渄on鈥檛 worry! neither do i!鈥
bonus things!
yosano聽was kind of too late teaching you abt you know what
you鈥檙e sobbing in the agency鈥檚 bathroom and atsushi is panicking trying to get you to open the door
ranpo overhears and cackles making everyone around him confused
suddenly atsushi bursts in the agency basically on the verge of tears rambling incoherent sentences abt the bathroom, you, and blood
it just clicked for everybody in the room
(im going to pretend that kenji has sisters back home so that atsushi is the only one who remain oblivious here hehe)
atsushi is genuinely confused and sort of concerned that no one is freaking out with him
yosano waves her hand saying smth like that she鈥檇 take care of it and junichiro pulls atsushi to the side to talk to him
fast forward like half and hour and dazai and ranpo are cackling on the looks of both of your faces
honestly not sure who鈥檚 more traumatized, you or your brother
鈥渨hy does this have to happen鈥 :(
鈥渘e ne (y/n)-chan!~ you鈥檙e too young but at some point you鈥檙e not going to have it!鈥
鈥渦wahh really dazai-san?鈥 :D
鈥測eah! but first you have to have ANFK鈥斺
next thing you know your ears are being covered by your brother and dazai is thrown across the room by kunikida
you know
the normal
you鈥檙e twelve and have never gone to school, but the agency takes care of that
it鈥檚 too dangerous to go to school so they teach you what鈥檚 necessary and whatever else they can
kunikida takes care of math (obviously)
yosano takes care of science/biology/anatomy/health (whatever you wanna call it)
ranpo even dragged poe to help you with english
atsushi even got lucy to help you out with english too!
as tanizaki and naomi used to be students, they give you their old work books and they try to teach you all the other subjects
sometimes kyouka and kenji are there learing with you too!
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mysteriousmagicx6 months ago
The Sweetest Heart Of All
Summary: While he was not a fan of sweets, Levi craved you. So sweet and loving, it was no wonder other people were drawn to you too.聽
A/N: this was based on this one ask I received long ago about Levi having a baker civilian s/o and I remembered it so I decided to write a fic since I got inspired聽
Seeing that it was a day off for everyone at the Survey Corps, Levi decided to treat his squad. He was impressed by their performance and proud of that they were all improving. It was only logical to reward them for their hard work. When he approached them about their plans the brats were all surprised, but he couldn鈥檛 blame them. Usually on his days off he would still be working in some way. Cleaning the castle, working out, doing paperwork, doing whatever he can to remain productive. It was engraved into his mind to use his time wisely, but in time he learned that a break is also necessary.
Which is why he is going to take them to his special person who taught them that.
鈥淗ey, is that a bakery up ahead?鈥 From behind him Jean whispers to his friends.
鈥淐aptain did say he was treating us.鈥澛
鈥淏ut that doesn鈥檛 make any sense.鈥 Armin shakes his head at Eren鈥檚 answer.聽鈥淐aptain does鈥檛 like sweet things remember?鈥
鈥淭hen maybe it鈥檚 for us!鈥 Sasha beams, her eyes sparkling at the thought of baked goods.
鈥淵eah guys, let鈥檚 not think too much about it.鈥 Connie interlocks his hands behind his head, relaxed as ever.聽鈥淚t鈥檚 our day off after all.鈥
鈥淚 heard from Hanji-san that he goes to this one specific bakery because he鈥檚 romantically involved with the owner.鈥 Mikasa says out of nowhere.
Levi rolls his eyes at the confused chatter behind him. Of course Hanji would blurt that out, but it鈥檚 not like he was mad about it. He figured it would come out sooner or later.聽
鈥淐aptain is in love with someone? That鈥檚 crazy!鈥澛
鈥淢ikasa are you sure that鈥檚 what you heard?鈥澛
鈥淚鈥檓 sure.鈥
鈥淗anji-san is close to the Captain...,鈥
鈥淚 can鈥檛 believe it...,鈥
鈥淣o way...,鈥
鈥淚f you brats want to be quiet then do a better job about it,鈥 Levi huffs, instantly cutting off all talking.聽
鈥淪-Sorry sir!鈥 Eren squeaks.
鈥淪o is it true that you鈥檙e romantically involved with the bakery owner?鈥 Mikasa boldy speaks out, causing all her friends to give her shocked expressions. Well, she was the only one who wasn鈥檛 afraid of Levi.
鈥淚t is,鈥 Levi answers simply.聽鈥淪o don鈥檛 make a fool of yourself or embarrass me, understood?鈥
鈥淵es sir!鈥
Soon they arrived at the bakery. A bell jingles when they enter, the smell of freshly baked goods hitting them straight in the face. Shelves filled with. pastries of all kinds and there was a cake display by the counter in the middle of the shop. Despite it being a small bakery there was a warm, cozy atmosphere that made you feel right at home.
鈥淪orry to keep you waiting! Welcome to my bakery!鈥 A woman comes out from the back room wearing a bright smile on her face. Her smile brightens when she sees Levi, rushing over to him.
鈥淟evi! It鈥檚 so good to see you. Have you been doing good?鈥澛
鈥淚鈥檝e been fine (Y/n), what about you? You better not be overworking yourself.鈥
She laughs a little, rubbing his bicep in reassurance.聽鈥淒on鈥檛 worry I鈥檓 not. I鈥檓 doing just fine.鈥
The kids quietly watch their interactions. They couldn鈥檛 believe that their stoic Captain was with someone so bubbly and radiant. She was the sun. Warm, nurturing, bright. What was even more surprising was seeing the soft gaze Levi has as he looks at his lover and if they squint hard enough, they could even see the corners of his lips curving upwards.
鈥淥h! Where are my manners, hello I鈥檓 (y/n).鈥 The woman turns around and greets them, a light pink hue dusting her cheeks when she realized all her focus was on Levi, completely forgetting about her other customers. Levi also turns to face them, his soft expression gone and replaced with his usual one.
鈥淭hese are my squad members.鈥
鈥淵ou finally brought them!鈥 She claps her hand.
鈥淚t鈥檚 nice to meet you Miss (Y/N),鈥 Armin nods, a smile of his own on his. face.聽鈥淚鈥檓-鈥
鈥淲ait!鈥 She interjects.聽鈥淟et me guess your names, Levi talks a lot about you guys.鈥
鈥淗e does?鈥 Eren blinks.
鈥淭ch, no I don鈥檛.鈥 Levi clicks his tongue as he utters his denial which she didn鈥檛 believe for a second.
鈥淵eah you did, no need to hide it.鈥 she bumps his shoulder.
It was amazing to see how freely she can speak and act around their Captain. (Y/N) takes a moment to take a good look at all of them, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and her lips pursued.聽鈥淵ou must be Jean, Connie, Sasha, Armin, Mikasa, and Eren.鈥 With every name she points at them.聽鈥淗ow did I do?鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e correct Ma鈥檃m, you got us all right.鈥 Jean says.
鈥淥h I鈥檓 so glad!鈥
It warmed Levi鈥檚 heart to see you happy and he was touched that you paid so much attention when he talks about his team. He will never admit it out loud, but those brats mean a lot to him.
鈥淥h enough talking! I just want to eat!鈥 Sasha suddenly cries out and starts shoveling the baked goods from the shelves and onto the basket.
鈥淪asha wait! You鈥檙e getting too much!鈥 Jean scolds.
鈥淚t鈥檚 our day off I鈥漨 allowed to treat myself!鈥
鈥淏ut Sasha you shouldn鈥檛 get everything from the shop! What else are the other customers going to get?鈥 Armin brings up.
鈥淏ut I鈥檓 starving!鈥澛
Sasha was backed into the corner, cradling her basket of sweets protectively. All her friends surround her, trying to pry the basket out of her hands. In the background (Y/N) and Levi stand together. Levi just sighs while his lover chuckles.
鈥淲hat a lively bunch.鈥 she muses, looking at them fondly.
鈥淵eah, and I鈥漨 going to be paying for all their shit.鈥 Levi grumbles.
It was cleaning day, a day that not many soldiers enjoy. The main reason why was the fact that Levi was so strict. If you don鈥檛 do it right the first time he鈥檒l make you redo it until you do. However what Levi hates more than a a dirty room are lazy soldiers. Better hope he doesn't catch you when you're slacking off.
鈥淪asha come on, we have to work.鈥 Armin nudges the brunette. She was sitting down, cheek resting against the flat surface of the table.
鈥淵eah Sasha, we can鈥檛 let Captain catch us.鈥 Jean remarks as he dusts the shelves.
鈥淚 can鈥檛 work...I鈥檓 too hungry....,鈥
鈥淲e can eat after we finish cleaning. I heard the Mess Hall had a new shipment of meat.鈥 Connie tries to lift her mood but it didn鈥檛 work.
鈥淚f they did I would鈥檝e smelled the meat.鈥 She mumbles.
鈥淪asha come on.鈥 Mikasa tugs lightly on her ponytail.聽
鈥淪hit, Captain is checking the rooms.鈥 Eren notes as he looks out into the hallway.
鈥淲e鈥檙e screwed.鈥 Jean groans.
鈥淐an鈥檛 be helped,鈥 Armin sighs.聽鈥淓ven if we did clean the room it聽wouldn鈥檛 be up to Captain鈥檚 standards.鈥
They wince as they think back to their past scoldings. Just like every other time, 聽Levi won鈥檛 be happy with them. As they prepare themselves for when Levi arrives Sasha suddenly shoots straight up, sniffing the air.
鈥淪he鈥檚 here!鈥 The food lover cheers as she bolts out of the room.
鈥淲ait, Sasha! Where are you going!?鈥 Jean yells as he runs after her.聽鈥淕et back here!鈥 The rest of them follow, wondering just where Sasha was going. Numerous soldiers move out of their way when they see Sasha barreling down the hall, her eyes wide and excited.聽
Coming to a halt when she was outside her smile widens even more.聽鈥淚 was right! She is here!鈥
鈥淪asha who are you-鈥
Connie trails off when they all see who she was talking about. In the distance was a familiar woman pulling a wagon behind her, stacked with boxes. As she comes closer the smell of freshly baked goods fill their nostrils, reminding them of their time at her bakery.
鈥淥h kids!鈥 (Y?N) waves at them.聽鈥淚t鈥檚 good to see you again. Working hard I presume?鈥
鈥淢iss (Y/N), what are you doing here?鈥 Armin inquires.
鈥淎nd are those boxes full of your baked goods?鈥 Sasha鈥檚 enthusiasm makes you chuckle, nodding your head.
鈥淵up, I鈥檝e got sweets for everyone.鈥
鈥淭hat鈥檚 a lot!鈥 Eren has his jaw hanging open. 鈥淗ow did you make so much!?鈥
(Y/N) shrugs.聽鈥淚 just bake and bake and next thing I know I have too many sweets. I figured that I could donate the extras to the Survey Corps. You guys work so hard and put yourselves in danger everyday, it鈥檚 the least I can do to show my appreciation.鈥
The kids were speechless. All they could do was exchange looks of bewilderment. This kind, wonderful women went out of her way just to give them sweets, to give her thanks. It was something they weren鈥檛 used to. Many people didn鈥檛 like the Survey Corps. Every time they returned from expeditions they would see the angry and distasteful look on聽civilians鈥 faces. In all honesty, it ticked them off. Putting their lives at risk every day and people were ungrateful about it.聽
(Y/N) was like a breath of fresh air, cleansing their souls and clearing their minds of all the hateful comments that were hurled at them. All they feel is warmth from seeing her genuine smile.聽
鈥(Y/N)!! You鈥檙e here!鈥 A jolly voice calls out to her. Hanji strides up to them, a grin on her face.
鈥淕ood to see you too Hanji.鈥
鈥(Y/N), are these all from your bakery? You shouldn鈥檛 have!鈥
鈥淒on鈥檛 worry about it.鈥 She waves her hand.聽鈥淚 wanted to do this.鈥
The smell of her bakery goods captured the attention of all soldiers in the castle. Curious, they all make their way outside, including a certain raven haired man.
鈥淥i, what the fuck is going on here? You all should be working.鈥 Levi barks out, pissed off that the soldiers just stopped working and went outside. Just what was so important that needed聽everyone鈥檚 attention?
鈥淥h Levi, don鈥檛 be such a grump.鈥 Hanji remarks, hardly fazed by his entrance.
鈥淔our Eyes-鈥
鈥淚 hope you don鈥檛 mind Levi, I wanted treat your soldiers. I had lots of leftovers and wanted your soldiers to have something sweet before they. resume working.鈥澛
Levi now realizes that his lover was here in addition to the wagon of baked goods behind her. She was looking at him softly and suddenly all his anger vanishes. The rooms that still needed to be clean tempts him, but (Y/n) had a much greater pull on him. She always takes him off the path he was so used to walking on, but it wasn鈥檛 so bad to try new things and see new sights.聽Releasing a breath he turns to address his soldiers.
鈥淎ll of you, unload the boxes and take them to the Mess Hall. We鈥檒l be taking a break now.鈥
鈥淵es sir!鈥
Levi watches as the soldiers make quick work of taking the boxes of sweets to the Mess Hall, noticing a bounce in their steps. He even catches some of their conversations.
鈥淚 can鈥檛 wait to taste them!鈥
鈥淩ight? They smell so good.鈥
鈥淚 thought about taking a break, this came just at the right time!鈥
The smiles on their faces, the excitement on their faces, it was all (y/n)鈥檚 doing. The power of her sweets and bubbly aura knows no bounds. She got through his walls, she can get through to anyone.
鈥淚 made you your special teacakes.鈥 She comes up to him, holding a basket of said teacakes. His heart warms at the gesture.聽
鈥淵ou know you鈥檙e spoiling everyone.鈥澛
鈥淚 don鈥檛 mind. Everyone deserves to be spoiled once in a while.鈥
Levi grows quiet, thinking something over before speaking again.
鈥淛oin me for some tea?鈥 he offers. He wanted to do something in return for all that she does for him and everyone else. All he ever wants is to make her happy, just like she makes him happy. She deserves nothing less.
(Y/N) turns and looks at him, her eyes warm and full of love for him that it takes his breath away. She always looks at him like he was her entire world.聽
鈥淚 would love to.鈥 ~~~
It became a monthly thing to treat the Scouts to her baked goods. They would come rushing out like children, eager to eat her sweets. The soldiers would anticipate her arrival or even go visit her at the bakery when they have the time either to buy some goods or help her around. All the soldiers knew her and cared for her. She chased away the dark cloud that hangs over the Survey Corps, bathing them in her light. She acted just like a mother figure to all of them.聽
鈥淐ome inside, quickly!鈥 (Y/N) says as Levi and his squad enter her bakery, shutting the door behind them.聽
Cold air managed to sneak in right at the last second as the door closes causing her to shiver, but the kids were in a much worse position. They were trembling in their spots, teeth chattering, snow covering their hair, their cheeks and noses bright red. Levi was the only one who didn鈥檛 have an outward reaction to the cold, but she knows that the frigid winter air was no joke.
鈥淕o to the back room, it鈥檚 much warmer. Take something to eat from one of the shelves to warm yourselves up. I鈥檒l go make some tea.鈥 She declares, ushering the kids to the room.
鈥淪hit, why did it have to be so cold today?鈥 Jean says through chattering teeth.
鈥淚t鈥檚 winter, what else did you expect horserace?鈥澛燛ven in his freezing state Eren manages to insult him.
鈥淲hat the hell did you say-鈥
鈥淏oth of you cut it out before I throw both of you out in the cold.鈥 Levi threatens, not in the mood for another pointless argument. That shut them up quick, muttering to themselves as they hold the pastries in their hands to get some warmth.
鈥淒on鈥檛 be harsh Levi,鈥 (y/n) chides as she walks over to him with a towel in hand, drying the snow off his hair.
鈥淵ou know I can do it right?鈥 Levi makes no attempt to stop her though, enjoying her touch.
鈥淵eah I know, but let me do it. You all are ice cubes.鈥 She pauses for a brief moment to smile at him. He averts his gaze from her and catches his members staring at him. One hard look was enough to get them to focus on other things. Once she was done with Levi she moves onto the kids.
鈥淢iss (Y/N), we. can do it.鈥 Armin protests but you wave him off.
鈥淛ust sit back and let me do this for you all. You guys do enough as it is and you just went through cold weather.鈥
They haven鈥檛 been handled with such care for a long time. The kids idly remember when they were children and how their parents took care of them, leaving their hearts full and happy. How their parents tucked them in at night or made them their favorite meals or took care of their injuries. (Y/N) gives them the same feeling.聽
鈥淪asha if you want to eat more don鈥檛 hesitate to get more alright? I have extras of your favorite pastry.鈥
鈥淩eally?鈥 Sasha perks up, already done with her pastry.聽鈥淭hank you!鈥
鈥淒on鈥檛 eat too much,鈥 Levi warns.聽鈥淚鈥檓 not paying for your shit again.鈥 鈥淒on鈥檛 worry about the money, it鈥檚 on me.鈥澛
鈥淲e can鈥檛 do that!鈥 Armin shakes his head, even Levi was surprised.聽
鈥淐ourse you can,鈥 she says it like it鈥檚 the most obvious thing in the world.聽鈥淚t doesn鈥檛 feel right to charge you guys.鈥
鈥淢iss (Y/N)...,鈥 Connie trails off.
鈥淩eally, don鈥檛 worry about it. Oh the tea鈥檚 done!鈥 Going over to the stove you pour everyone a cup of tea and hand them out. They all sigh pleasantly at the warmth emitting from the cup. Levi was especially happy, even if it wasn鈥檛 obvious. His expression softening as he tastes thee tea tells her everything she needs to know. Nothing brings her greater joy than seeing them happy.
鈥淪it down,鈥 Levi pats down the space next to him which she gladly takes. Pressing herself close to him she savors his body warmth, sighing softly. Drinking their tea in silence they all warm up, the cold nonexistent in the little bakery.聽
鈥淥h Mikasa, your scarf鈥檚 a little tattered,鈥 (Y/N) points out. 聽The raven haired girl looks down and sees that it was true. The ends of the scarf had holes in them, a few strands undone. Standing up (Y/N) takes out her knitting tools from the box on the shelf.聽鈥淟et me fix that for you.鈥
Based on previous interactions Mikasas knows she won鈥檛 take no for an answer. Mikasa unwraps her scarf and hands it over. Sitting back down next to Levi she gets to work to patch up the holes. Her head leans against his shoulder as she knits, Levi wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her close. 聽A comfortable silence falls over them. Soon (y/n) finishes repairing the scarf and hands it back. Wrapping it around her neck Mikasa snuggles into the fabric, her smile hidden.
鈥淣ow will you rest?鈥 Levi asks. Don鈥檛 get him wrong he appreciates that his lover cares for his members, but he never wants her to forget about taking care of herself.
(Y/N) giggles, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder.聽鈥淢hmm, it鈥檚 nice staying like this.鈥 And Levi agrees with your statement and so did the kids. A nice change of pace, one they desperately needed.
They spend the rest of their afternoon together, warm in more ways than one.
Cleaning on his own was an activity that Levi enjoyed, but there was something he enjoyed even more than that. Spending time with (y/n). When (y/n) has the time she comes to visit him and he is grateful for her visits. Takes his mind off work and he can relax with her.
As of right now he is leaned back against the couch, sipping his tea with you next to him. On the table was a basket with a blu ribbon attached to the handle. Inside were teacakes and fruit tarts, a dessert that wasn鈥檛 too sweet for him. (Y/N) was cuddled next to him, a cup of tea in her hands as well. His free hand was stroking her lower back. Moments like these were precious and he makes sure to savor each second.聽
鈥淵ou got a little something there.鈥 (Y/N) points out.聽
鈥淕one鈥 He asks after he swipes the corner of his lips but she shakes her head. Placing her cup down she leans forward to wipe away the crumbs that was near his lips. Levi turns his head slightly kiss her thumb and she smiles at him.
鈥淣ow it鈥檚 gone.鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檝e got something on your face too.鈥
鈥淥h, where?鈥
鈥淟et me.鈥澛
The cup makes a clinking sound when he rests it on the coffee table. With his eyes half lidded he kisses her, swallowing the quiet gasp that escaped her. Her lips were warm and sweet, something he couldn鈥檛 get enough of.
鈥淗mm, there wasn鈥檛 anything there was it?鈥 Amusement shines in her eyes as they break apart but still remain close. It did take her off guard when he kissed her, but she wasn鈥檛 complaining.聽
鈥淭here was,鈥 Levi protests, but even he knows it was a lame lie. Seeing straight through him she giggles, looping her arms around his neck. Her fingers toy with the little hairs on the back of his neck as she gazes into his eyes.
鈥淵ou could鈥檝e just asked for a kiss you know?鈥
鈥淚 told you there was something there. You鈥檙e a messy eater you know that?鈥
鈥淎nd I鈥檓 telling you that you鈥檙e too emotionally constipated to say what you want.鈥
Levi huffs at her words but then a chuckle follows right after. (Y/N) never fails to amuse him. Bantering like this in his style of humor was common. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e a brat.鈥 he lightly pinches her cheek before caressing her skin gently.
鈥淵eah, but you鈥檙e stuck with me. I鈥檓 your brat.鈥 She emphasizes, gripping his wrist. His eyes soften, moving closer so his breath tickles her lips.
鈥淎nd my brat alone.鈥
Their lips meld together once more, unspoken words of love transferred between them. He moves her so she rests on his lap, holding onto. her waist securely. Sweet, oh so very sweet. Sweet inside and out, and he craves more. Funny how he was never a fan of sugary treats, but (y/n) was his only exception. He could practically get drunk off her taste, so addicting that he never wants to stop kissing her.聽
鈥淐aptain we were-holy shit!鈥
The romantic bubble they were in pops at the entrance of the kids. (Y/N) scrambles off Levi鈥檚 lap, her face scorching hot. On the other hand Levi was scowling, annoyed at the fact that their moment was disturbed. Last but not least, his squad members who were sweating buckets inside his office when they realized what they stumbled upon. The glare Levi had on his face聽didn't help either, frozen in their spots and their knees trembling a little.
鈥淲-We鈥檙e so sorry!鈥 Armin says in a high pitched voice, blushing in embarrassment. This was something they should not have seen.
鈥淚-It鈥檚 fine,鈥 (Y/N) waves her hand in the air but even she feels embarrassed at being caught. She looks everywhere but at the kids, rubbing her neck.
鈥淪ay your piece now and make it short. I鈥檒l decide what punishments you all deserve for not knocking on your聽superior鈥檚 door first.鈥 His voice was low and dangerous, striking fear into their souls. Of all the times they had to interrupt him, it had to be now.
鈥淲-We wanted to give our thanks to Miss (Y/N) and all that she does.鈥滶ren starts off, his voice wavering like a boat on the high seas.
鈥淢e?鈥 (Y/N) blinks in surprise.
Armin nods.聽鈥淵ou always come by to give us our favorite treats and make us feel happy.鈥
鈥淵ou take care of us too.鈥 Mikasa adds.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 why we wanted to give you something.鈥
To illustrate his point Jean and his friends bring their hands out from behind their backs. In each of their hands was a jar full of a specific type of sweet.聽
鈥淲e would鈥檝e given this to you a lot earlier but Sasha kept eating it all,鈥 Connie elbows his friend. Sasha pouts in return.
鈥淗ey it鈥檚 not my fault that what we were baking smelled so good, you know I can鈥檛 help it.鈥
鈥淭hat鈥檚 why I said Sasha shouldn鈥檛 be in the kitchen.鈥 Jean sighs. 鈥淎t least I wasn鈥檛 like you and Eren who kept arguing and throwing flour at each other.鈥 Sasha retorts.
鈥淲hat?鈥 Levi鈥檚 eyebrow twitches. Those damn brats made a mess in the kitchen, didn鈥檛 they?
Everyone stiffens.聽鈥淚-I mean, what I meant was...,鈥 the girl stutters through her words but the damage has already been done.
鈥淒ammit Sasha.鈥 Eren groans.
鈥淭o be fair, it鈥檚 not just her fault. We were all a part of it.鈥 Connie says right back.
鈥淎nyways!鈥 Armin interrupts before they dig themselves in a bigger hole.聽鈥淭hese are all for you Miss (Y/N).鈥
One by one they all put the jars of sweets in front of her. Fidgeting in their spots they wait for her reaction. They all worked hard on them, hoping to convey their gratitude. The kids watch as she picks up one of the jars, admiring its contents.
鈥淲e know that they鈥檙e not as good as yours but we still hope that you enjoy them.鈥 Jean murmurs shyly.
All of a sudden (y/n)鈥檚 shoulders start shaking, tears streaming down her face. Everyone panics.
鈥淢iss (Y/N), what鈥檚 wrong?鈥
鈥淪hit, what did we do!?鈥
鈥淥i, what is it?鈥 Levi brushes away her tears, peering into her eyes.聽
鈥淚t鈥檚 just,鈥 she sniffles, a smile breaking out on her face.聽鈥淚鈥檓 so happy,鈥 she whispers.聽鈥淚-I just started crying because you guys. went out of your way to do all this and I鈥檓 just so grateful that I met you all. You all are the sweetest.鈥 she buries her tear stained face into his chest and he embraces her, rubbing her back.
Everyone breathes a sigh of relief at her explanation. But (y/n) was wrong. The one with the sweetest heart wasn鈥檛 them.
It was her.聽
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thestarrynightslover5 months ago
Babe, huh?
Pairing: Jay Halstead x Voight!Reader
Word count: 2,097
Warnings: A little angst (but more in a comical way, I think).
Summary: Jay and the reader have been going out for some time when he spots her happily chatting with Sergeant Platt at the district's front desk. He's happily surprised to see her there, but there's one thing she had been holding back from telling him: who her dad is.
Disclaimer: I don鈥檛 own any of the One Chicago shows, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way or know anyone involved with it.
A/N: I think that this could have turned out a lot better than it did. But I think it isn't too bad either.
Also, I wanna thank y鈥檃ll for the amount support that I鈥檝e been getting on my fics! That really means the world to me, guys!! 馃挄
(y/n) = (your name) (y/l/n) = (your last name) (y/n/n) = (your nickname)
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It was an unusually sunny day in Chicago when you left work that noon. You didn鈥檛 always go out on your lunch breaks, preferring to just grab something on the machines scattered across the office, but on that Wednesday you鈥檇 told your dad that you two would meet for a father-daughter date. And that really was all you were thinking about, as you walked up the steps of the small staircase in front of the 21st District.
鈥淗ey, Trudy!鈥 You greeted the desk sergeant, who had been a friend of your family for as long as you could remember.
鈥淗i, (y/n/n)! What a surprise to see you here!鈥 She told you, a huge smile on her face. 鈥淎 nice surprise, for a change!鈥 Platt stated, looking sharply at a younger woman who was standing at the corner of the counter, probably filling out some paperwork.
鈥淎h, Trudy! You flatter me!鈥 You said innocently, looking at her through your lashes, the face you always used with the trio: Your dad, Trudy, and Al.
鈥淗a! Always so cute!鈥 The sergeant spoke again, like she was talking to a baby, as the other woman just stared at the scene in shock. 鈥淏ut what are you doing here, anyway? Came to surprise your dad? Because I鈥檓 sure he鈥檒l love that!鈥
鈥淣o, it鈥檚 not exactly a surprise! We鈥檇 previously agreed on a lunch-date for today...鈥 You trailed off.
鈥淥h! Then that鈥檚 why he came back from the raid they just made pacing like a deer in headlights!鈥 Hearing that comment, you couldn鈥檛 help but laugh, as you imagined your father acting like that. 鈥淗ey, Burgess!鈥 She shouted at the woman near to you. 鈥淎re you finishing that already? Because, when you do, you need to go back upstairs and let your sergeant know that his date鈥檚 here.鈥 Trudy said simply, winking at you, to which you just responded with a smile.
鈥淥h, c鈥檓on, sarge! Really? Why can鈥檛 you just call or text him?鈥 The woman, Burgess, questioned, poutingly.
鈥淏ecause I don鈥檛 want to? And tell me, again, since when did I start needing to give you a reason to follow my orders, huh, officer? Because I don鈥檛 recall getting the memo!鈥 The sergeant barked, practically biting the younger officer鈥檚 head off.
鈥淕eez, sarge-鈥 Officer Burgess started answering, as reality finally began to hit her. 鈥淲ait,鈥 she breathed out, turning to face you this time, 鈥測ou鈥檙e Voight鈥檚 dau-鈥 Burgess stopped in the middle of her sentence, now being cut off by another voice that was very familiar to you.
鈥淏aby?鈥 Shit, you thought. 鈥淲hat are you doing here?鈥 Your boyfriend asked you, with a bright smile on his face.
How could have you possibly forgotten that Jay worked here? At your dad鈥檚 district? Of course, you still hoped that they somehow wouldn鈥檛 know each other. But you weren鈥檛 prepared for that introduction just yet. And it would happen, taking that he wasn鈥檛 shy at all about kissing you that passionately right in front of Trudy Platt. One of your dad鈥檚 best friends, Trudy Platt. You knew you couldn鈥檛 blame him, though. After all, you were the one who kept him in the dark about who your dad was.
鈥淗- hi, Jay.鈥 You managed to mumble whilst catching your breath.
鈥淗ey,鈥 he started, giving you those cute love eyes of his, 鈥淚鈥檓 surprised to see you here, but not complaining!鈥 He said, raising his hands and smiling at you. 鈥淵ou wanna grab lunch?鈥
鈥淯h, I, uh-鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 afraid she鈥檚 already taken for lunch, Halstead.鈥 None other than your dad huffed out, from the top of Intelligence鈥檚 stairs. Of course, he would have to see that entire scene, and, of course, he would have to know your boyfriend.
Hearing that, Jay turned his head between you and your dad, and, then, looked at Trudy and Burgess, more confused than anything. 鈥淏abe?鈥 He decided on asking you about it. To which your dad just gave a side-smile.
鈥淏abe, huh?鈥 He mocked, walking closer to where you were standing. 鈥淪omething you wanna tell me, honey?鈥
鈥淚-鈥 You barely started when someone interrupted.
鈥淧lease, don鈥檛 tell me you鈥檙e shacking up with him, (y/n)?!?!?鈥 Trudy cut you off, half-asking, half-begging while you started feeling the heat coming to your cheeks.
"So, (y/n), you gonna explain this? We're all here waiting." Your father told you, no more sense of humor in his features.
"Look, guys鈥 " You started, not really knowing how to move from there. You didn't think you'd have to have the conversations with both your father and your boyfriend at the same time, and in front of Trudy (not to mention the other cops passing by). So you went for the easy way out, maybe it was a bit of a childish choice, but still. "You know what? No, I'm not gonna explain anything to anyone right now," you spoke, making clear that that was meant for all of them, "and, I don鈥檛 think that I鈥檓 in the mood for lunch anymore, dad." At that, the three cops just kept staring at you, Jay being the first to speak up.
"Uh, dad? (y/n), baby, just tell me what's going on." He pleaded with you, eyes already showing some hurt, which made you feel like the worst person ever. But you just knew that you wouldn鈥檛 be able to properly explain anything to anyone at that moment, not in that kind of circumstance anyway, so you decided to get the hell out of there before you buried yourself even deeper.
After you fleed the building, leaving a bunch of stunned police officers behind, Trudy took it upon herself to figure out why on Earth you鈥檇 be kissing the stupid Detective Jay Chuckles Halstead: 鈥淪o, how鈥檚 it gonna be, Halstead? Why the hell were you kissing our (y/n/n), hum?鈥 She asked, bluntly, while motioning between herself and Hank.
鈥淵our (y/n/n)?鈥 Jay shot back, completely confused by the whole situation.
鈥淎ctually, she鈥檚 mine. My daughter.鈥 Voight finally spoke again, fulminating the younger man with his eyes.
鈥淥kay鈥 I think this is my cue to leave." Burgess finally decided to say 饝亱 as she was feeling very awkward 饝亱, sliding off towards the back exit.
鈥淯h, yeah, um, I鈥檓 gonna- I鈥檓 gonna go, grab some lunch outside too.鈥 Jay ranted a little, running his hand over the back of his neck and moving towards the exit, right on Kim鈥檚 track.
The rest of the day went by tensely at the police district: Jay avoiding both his superiors, as you ducked his calls, and Hank and Trudy sending almost tangible hate waves on his way. It wasn鈥檛 like your time at work gone too well either, with the mess you鈥檇 made always in the back of your mind.
So 饝亱 after you got back home 饝亱, knowing it was the right, mature, thing to do, you called Jay and, then, your dad, telling them both to come by your place for dinner. Yes, you were about to ambush them. Because you鈥檙e a mature person.
鈥淗ey, babe!鈥 You cheerfully greeted your boyfriend, perking up to kiss him, as you opened the apartment door more.
鈥淗ey.鈥 Jay answered coldly while dodging your kiss, at which you frowned in confusion.
鈥淪o, um,鈥 you decided to start again, tucking a string of hair behind your ear, 鈥淚 called you here because I needed to talk to you-鈥
鈥淵eah, we definitely need to talk.鈥 He said, cutting you off with a stern look on his face.
At the exact moment you were about to open your mouth to say something, the doorbell rang again and you knew it was your dad. Okay, maybe that whole ambush thing wasn鈥檛 a good idea after all. You gave Jay an apologetic look in advance, as you walked back towards the door, only to open it and reveal a, still, very pissed off Hank Voight.
鈥淲hat鈥檚 he doing here?鈥 Your dad barked out, not wasting a second, as he pointed a finger at the man standing behind you.
鈥淵ou called him too?鈥 This time it was Jay asking. 鈥淚 thought it was gonna be just the two of us鈥︹ He then added quietly.
鈥淛ust the two of us! Who the hell do you think you are, huh, Halstead?!鈥
鈥淪arge, I鈥檓 just trying to-鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛 care what you鈥檙e trying to do, you need to get out of here right now so I can talk to my daughter. That鈥檚 what you need to do!鈥
鈥淓nough!鈥 You yelled, finally getting both men鈥檚 attention. 鈥淒ad, you need to stop talking to Jay like that.鈥
鈥淏ut, nothing! He is my boyfriend and I love him!鈥 You blurted out, Jay giving you a small smile in response. 鈥淪o鈥 Now that that鈥檚 out of the way鈥 Jay, this is my dad.鈥 You added, motioning for where your father stood by the door. 鈥淎nd, before any of you asks, no, I didn鈥檛 know that you two worked together! I thought that maybe you knew each other, but wasn鈥檛 ready to make the introductions just yet. And I鈥檓 sorry if that caused a, um, situation.鈥
鈥淏aby鈥 Why didn鈥檛 you ever tell me that your father was a cop?鈥
鈥淚- I just, I was just afraid that鈥檇 push you away from me. You know, before we even had a chance.鈥 You admitted shyly.
鈥淲hy- why would that push him away from you, (y/n/n)?鈥 That was your dad鈥檚 turn to ask.
鈥淲ell, I know that you have a reputation, dad. So I figured that maybe he wouldn鈥檛 wanna get involved with your daughter of all people. Wouldn鈥檛 want the trouble.鈥 You confessed one more time. 鈥淏esides, we all saw how, um, fiercely Trudy was willing to 鈥減rotect me鈥.鈥 You added, making them both giggle a little.
鈥淎lright, there鈥檚 just one more thing that still doesn鈥檛 add up.鈥 Your boyfriend started again, still serious but more relaxed this time. 鈥淲hy isn鈥檛 your last name Voight?鈥 He asked, still unsure of what was going on, as you and your dad traded knowing looks with each other.
鈥淎h, that... After my mom died, I started using her maiden last name. You know, as a way to remember her. It鈥檚 been so long now that I actually forget that the Voight鈥檚 even there.鈥 You explained. 鈥淪orry, dad.鈥
鈥淣ah, it鈥檚 okay. You know I like the idea.鈥 Hank replied, a soft smile on his lips.
鈥淎h, okay. That makes sense.鈥 Jay said nervously and started scratching the back of his neck, like he always did when he was getting anxious. 鈥淛ust- just so you know, princess, I wouldn鈥檛 have backed out of our relationship, then. And I鈥檓 not going to, now, either.鈥 The anger in your father鈥檚 eyes relit but you didn鈥檛 really care, not when all you wanted to do was jump your handsome detective and not let him out of your apartment until, at least, the next morning.
鈥淒ad,鈥 you began saying, after deciding to go for a more conciliatory version of it, 鈥渄on鈥檛 be like that, okay? I know that you wanna protect me and everything, but I鈥檓 happy with Jay. I really am.鈥
鈥淎nd I promise I鈥檒l never, ever, do anything to hurt her, sarge. But, if I do, you should definitely hurt me back with all you got.鈥
鈥淥h, I will! And I think you鈥檝e been working with me long enough to know that I don鈥檛 need your 鈥榞o ahead鈥, or anyone else鈥檚, for those matters, Halstead.鈥 Your dad cheerfully stated while shooting a typical Hank Voight fake smile in Jay鈥檚 direction. 鈥淣ow, if my daughter says she鈥檚 happy with you鈥︹ He started, turning to look at you, as if trying to confirm the information.
鈥淵es! I am!鈥
鈥淭hen鈥 I suppose I could accept this.鈥 You didn鈥檛 give him a single chance to second guess, pulling him in for a tight hug while Jay watched the scene smiling.
鈥淣ow let's have dinner! That way you guys can finish talking this whole macho tension out and we can all make a plan to appease Trudy." You told them, moving to heat the takeout you鈥檇 ordered earlier in your kitchen, Jay coming to help you in tow.
Many other times you, Jay, and your dad met for dinner, lunch, or even breakfast like that. If you and your boyfriend ever went a little overboard on the PDA, the infamous Hank Voight huff would definitely be heard. But, overall, you knew he was happy for you and Jay. Just like you knew that the detective liked hanging out with you and your dad.
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bjbexa year ago
jealous jealous jealous suna sex in school & his partner cant seem to be QUIET!!!!! Please 馃槶
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YOUR MIND!!! this was honestly 馃槼馃槼 a little 馃槼馃槼 suna hits diff ily for this one. also u know the drill it鈥檚 3 am and my betas asleep lmk if there鈥檚 any mistakes馃樆馃樆馃樆
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Pairing: Suna Rintaro x Fem!Reader
Contains: semi-public sex, possessive behavior, degradation, a little praise too idk it gives whiplash
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You were waiting alone for your professor, who鈥檇 miraculously disappeared to go get paperwork and never returned, when a classmate of yours wandered in and felt the need to start bugging you. You tried to keep the interaction as short and stiff as possible; keeping quiet until the series of you shooting down his attempt at playful banner turned into silence.聽
鈥淵o,鈥 a familiar voice calls from the door, and your head whips eagerly to see your boyfriend waiting.聽
He comes to a stop beside you but it鈥檚 the fact Suna doesn鈥檛 speak that leaves you uneasy. His hand curls around your shoulders, fingers digging in as he pulls you against him.聽
鈥淧roblem?鈥 He asks the man, voice a harsh bite and oh that鈥檚 what his issue was. Suna鈥檚 sizing him up before you have time to explain, lifting out of his usual sleazy curl to fill out completely. His head tilts up in challenge and he鈥檚 looking down the slope of his nose, eyes narrowing.聽
You grab at his hoodie, ignoring the glare he shoots you in favor of tugging at it. 鈥淟et鈥檚 go,鈥 you whisper, but he doesn鈥檛 break out of his staring contest, refusing to acknowledge you.聽
Your classmate is shuffling uncomfortably across from you, eyes flickering from you to your fuming boyfriend in a silent plea for help but there鈥檚 nothing you can do, honestly. His hands raise in surrender, 鈥淗ey man, I didn鈥檛 know she was taken.鈥澛
Suna raises an eyebrow at that and fuck you know exactly where this is going to go. His fingers wrap around the back of your neck, wrenching your head back to bare the marks scattered across the column of your throat. He鈥檇 put them there last night- when he had you grinding lazily on his lap while one of your boring netflix shows droned on in the background.聽
Your boyfriend leans in then, nosing along the side of your exposed neck until your breath catches your throat. When he straightens up your classmate is visibly shriveling away, but Suna wasn鈥檛 always the nicest when he was angry.聽
鈥淭hese aren鈥檛 exactly subtle, dumbass.鈥 He spits, leaving you to step deeper into the man's personal space. His hands curl into fists and the sight makes your knees quiver, 鈥淎re you blind? Or just plain fucking stupid?鈥澛
鈥淩intaro,鈥 you hiss, grabbing at the back of his sweater. The look he gives you in return is nearly scalding and heat races down your spine in response, shame and arousal bleeding into your system. 鈥淗e didn鈥檛 mean it. Let him go.鈥澛
Suna considers you for a moment before turning back to the frightened man. They鈥檙e nearly chest to chest but Suna isn鈥檛 budging just yet, staring down hard enough to make him squirm. 鈥淒on鈥檛 let it happen again,鈥 He finally says, but you can see the clench in his jaw as he steps aside to let him scamper away.聽
When he turns back to face you, you can鈥檛 help but swallow the butterflies building in your stomach. The first move he makes is menacing, backing you into the row of desks. 鈥淚diot,鈥 he hisses, and you can only watch as he walks to the door. The click of the lock is like a gunshot in the silence, but there鈥檚 a hand wrapping around your wrist before you can complain.聽
鈥淧eople are so fucking stupid,鈥 and the words aren鈥檛 aimed towards you but they鈥檙e snarled into your ear as he wrenches you鈥檙e arm behind your back, pivoting his weight until you鈥檙e being slammed into the desk behind you.聽
The impact doesn鈥檛 hurt as much as you expect but Suna鈥檚 tugging down your skirt and panties in one go, releasing your arm in favor of kneading at your ass.聽
鈥淚t鈥檚 like they don鈥檛 have fucking eyes,鈥 He rambles, but his gaze is focused on where he鈥檚 spreading you apart, 鈥淚 swear to god I鈥檒l bend you over in the fucking lunch hall if I have to. Make you scream so loud everyone on campus can fucking hear it.鈥澛
His statement is followed by a harsh slap on your ass, pain making your body jerk onto the cold wood. 鈥淪una,鈥 you grind out, and the use of his name has him looking up, face flushed with his anger, 鈥淲e鈥檙e in a fucking聽lecture hall.鈥 You try, but desire is running like lava through your veins, 鈥淟iterally anyone could-鈥溌
Your complaint is cut off, the sharp smack of impact filling the air more than electrifying. His body is leaning over you, teeth nipping at you ear, 鈥淒idn鈥檛 seem to mind when that asshole was eye fucking you, huh?鈥澛
鈥淥h my god,鈥 You groan in exasperation. There鈥檚 a dampness building between your legs; a full ache that has you clenching around nothing. 鈥淕et it out of your fucking system-鈥 Rintaro doesn鈥檛 give you the time to speak again, rolling his eyes at your stubbornness. The cool air hits you first as he yanks your panties down, spitting lazily into his hand.聽
There鈥檚 the clink of a belt buckle, a sound that鈥檚 all too familiar, and like a pavlovian dog your mouth practically waters.聽
鈥淵ou can come whenever you want,鈥 He tells you casually, as if striking conversation, 鈥淚t鈥檚 just up to you how long that fucking takes.鈥澛
And then the thick head of his cock is prodding at your opening, running over the mess dripping free. You lurch back against him, whining in complaint as his hand presses into your upper back, forcing you almost uncomfortably flat against the desk. 鈥淎t least let me up,鈥 You grumble unhappily, fighting against the ache building in your neck.聽
Suna doesn鈥檛 respond but the light slap of his dick against your cunt is answered enough. 鈥淪hut up,鈥 he drawls, almost in annoyance, but his hand leaves your back to settle on the desk beside your head.聽
The first push in is electric, and you can鈥檛 help but cry out, hands grabbing at the edge of the desk. Your nails scrape wood, thighs trembling as he eases you open.聽
The lack of prep only made every inch sinking into you more devastating- every passing second punching the air out of your straining lungs.聽
You鈥檙e not aware of the stream of noise slipping from your throat until Suna is slapping a hand to cover your mouth. 鈥淪hut up,鈥 He hisses, but you can't. Every jostle and breathe sends pleasure crackling through your very being, voice warbling around another moan.
Suna pulls out, ramming back in almost cruelly in retaliation. It has the opposite effect, clearly, as the force knocks another muffled scream free.聽
鈥淔uck,鈥 He mutters, more to himself than anything. He doesn鈥檛 move, and the lack of friction makes you whine in discomfort, blinking back at him with hazy eyes. 鈥淵ou have to be quiet, baby. Fuck I didn鈥檛 think this through.鈥澛
You always had a habit of being loud, and most of the time it was cute but now- in such a high risk situation, it wasn鈥檛 exactly ideal. It was too late to back down now; there was no way he鈥檇 be leaving without cumming and you wouldn鈥檛 let him until you were satisfied.聽
鈥淏aby.鈥 You blink up at him, eyes already watery and he knows this won鈥檛 be easy, 鈥淐hoke yourself for me.鈥澛
The request cuts through the pleasure, embarrassment blooming in your chest. 鈥淲hat- why?鈥澛
But Suna鈥檚 cock is practically throbbing inside of your twitching pussy and he doesn鈥檛 have time for arguing.
鈥淵ou can either do what I say and wrap your hand around that pretty little throat-鈥 He folds over you, grabbing at your hips with bruising pressure, 鈥渙r I can pull the fuck out and leave you here. I don鈥檛 have time for bratty little sluts.鈥
There鈥檚 a filthy roll of his hips; rubbing against your walls just enough to make you burn.聽
There鈥檚 no way to refuse, honestly. You know there isn鈥檛 any real truth behind his threat but your fingers fumble towards your own neck anyways, curling to cut off the blood flow. Suna doesn鈥檛 hesitate to start thrusting, humming in approval as he plunges into you with another wet noise.聽
鈥淵ou鈥檙e turning into a mess already- a little bitch in heat, huh? All that for me?鈥
You can only nod, body jerking with every drag of his thick cock as he spears you open on it.聽
鈥淵ou鈥檙e mine- I don鈥檛 give a fuck who thinks they can take you away-鈥 He鈥檚 not talking to you anymore but the violent nature of his thrusts have you squeezing your hand tighter, 鈥淭hey鈥檒l have to pull you off my dick first.鈥澛
鈥淏ut you won鈥檛 let them will you?鈥 Rintaro groans the filthy words into your shoulder, bunching your shirt to pull you back in time with his rough shoves into your cunt. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e just a cock hungry slut that wants to be filled. You like that? Being split open my cock? Taking it all like a whore?鈥澛
Your eyes gaze upward without seeing anything, tongue hanging out of your mouth as you gasp for air you won鈥檛 allow yourself. The pleasure is dizzying, pressure swelling in your brain until every sensation is only amplified.聽
鈥淩inta!鈥 You gasp, loosening your fingers to let air trickle into your lungs. 鈥淚t鈥檚- I鈥檓鈥斺
鈥淐lose your mouth or I鈥檒l put something in it,鈥 The man snarls in response, hand running up your clothed spine, 鈥淵ou鈥檇 like that though, wouldn鈥檛 you? Having all of your holes stuffed full?鈥澛
His fingers aren鈥檛 gentle as they slip into your mouth, hooking your bottom teeth to force your jaw open even further at the awkward angle. It gives him space to shove them further, tongue struggling beneath the pressure but they鈥檙e sliding down your throat until you swallow around them.聽
He can鈥檛 pull back to thrust properly so he swivels his hips instead, thighs slapping against your ass as he fucks you back onto his cock, thick enough to hurt as it pries and prods.聽
Your walls flutter around him, clenching as his fingers slip free from your mouth. He slides almost all the way out and stays there, panting. You whine at the loss, rocking your hips against the fat head but it鈥檚 not enough. You鈥檙e still face down on the desk, the fingers curling cruelly over your head make sure of that.聽
鈥淒id I say you could stop?鈥 He asks, and you tremble as you begin choking yourself again.聽
Suna goes quiet for a moment in satisfaction but he doesn鈥檛 slow his thrusts, eyes raking white hot down your spine to the place where your throbbing cunt was swallowing in his cock.聽
His movements are rushed with the time crunch but they鈥檙e purposeful, just as in tune with his hands as they grab and squeeze at whatever parts they can reach.聽
The feeling of it all makes you whimper, muted due to the pressure building in your throat but the arch in your back tells him anyways. Suna hums, settling atop of you as his mood lightens.聽
鈥淎lways so good to me baby,鈥 He purrs, voice soft and coaxing but his hips are brutal in comparison, thick cock so heavy inside of you the pleasure makes you drool.聽
You claw at the desk, eyes rolling back with ever breathy groan Rintaro releases behind you. His fingers dig in as they slide down, reaching around your waist and between your legs to brush the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.聽
The touch makes you jolt; startles you into letting go and gasping for air but Suna is fucking into you relentlessly, cock jamming against the spot that made you quiver. His index finger brushes over your clit, pressing down just the slightest bit-
Oh fuck.
鈥淩inta-鈥 His hand is slamming over your mouth before you can stop it, the available one working your throbbing clit with abandon.聽
鈥淪top being so loud,鈥 he snarls, and the aggressive growl in his voice is what hurtles you over, vision whiting out as the orgasm is ripped from your body.聽
You can鈥檛 move with its force- left to roll and shake beneath his weight as you wheeze for air. You鈥檙e crying out again, sobbing beneath the hand clamped over your mouth.聽
Suna鈥檚 hips are still grinding and pushing into your pussy when awareness seeps back in, clutching you close as he finally聽cums inside of you, rolling all of his weight in one final shove.聽
鈥淪hit,鈥 Suna pants, forehead falling against your shoulder as he released you completely. You let yourself just breathe for a moment, basking in the way Rintaro melts back into his docile mode behind you, hugging and kissing you lightly as he makes the slow pull from your body.聽
There鈥檚 a soft moan that escapes him, presumably at the sight of your leaking cunt, but you whine at the arousal it causes to twitch through you.聽
He鈥檚 tucking himself back into his pants as you collect yourself, but your knees buckle without him keeping you there.聽
鈥淓asy,鈥 He coos, reaching down to tug your panties and skirt back up. You can feel the dampness already sleeping through and the sensation makes you groan in discomfort.聽
You let yourself be maneuvered, sighing in satisfaction when he pulls you back against his chest. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e done with lectures for today, right?鈥 He asks, nuzzling into your sweaty neck, 鈥淚 know you don鈥檛 have any for the week. Stay with me.鈥 And you can鈥檛 help but fucking adore him.聽
It鈥檚 quiet for a second, the two of you simply enjoying each other before there鈥檚 a sharp knock, and a voice cutting into the silence.聽
You laugh, turning to press a kiss to his cheek, 鈥淲e should probably go.鈥
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Requested By: You guys!
Pairing: Lisa x Fem!5thMember!Reader
Word Count: ~ 3,543
Warnings / Misc. -- Fluff, Suggestive Themes
Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.
A/N: Hey everyone! A bunch of you guys have been requesting a continuation to the previous Lisa fic I did, so I thought I'd provide for you 馃槍 I really hope you all enjoy this little addition 鈾 Happy Reading 鈾
Previous: Dancing In The Dark
You should've known. It was all too good to be true -- too close to being a fairytale as it teetered on the edge of perfection, just waiting to fall off that mythic pedestal.聽
Lisa's eyes meet yours the moment you walk through the front door, opening widely as she scrambles to collect herself -- she clearly hadn't expected to be caught.聽
"Seriously, Lisa? Wow." Part of you is shocked, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't see this coming. The bags in your hands hang heavily, weighed down by everything YG sent home with you for review, and their plastic straps uncomfortably dig into your palms now. You don't put them down, though; they serve as a good distraction for what you're witnessing.聽
"Y/N-- I can explain, I promise!" Lisa walks around the counter and tries to reach for you, but you're quick to step away before she can.聽
"Don't," you say, glancing down at her outstretched hand. She gets the memo, giving a subtle nod as she obediently puts it back at her side to appease you.聽
"I can't believe you."
"Baby I'll go pick up some more, any kind you want!" Her eyes are pleading now, scanning between yours with purpose as her brows furrow more and more. She's desperate to make it up to you.聽
Her bargaining piques your interest, but you don't show it. She's not getting off the hook that easily. "How could you eat the last one?" Disappointed, you give her a hurt look. "You know I've been craving them and you still ate it! I didn't even get one!"聽
"I'm sorry! I didn't realize that this was the only box of them we had."聽
Your favorite donuts, all gone. And when you're on your period, no less. The audacity that your girlfriend possesses really blows you away sometimes.聽
The pout on your face eventually fades a bit as you see the sincerity in her eyes, and with a small huff, you crack a smile. After stepping around her to place your bags on the counter, you turn around and wiggle a finger at her. "We're getting 2 boxes, and you're paying."聽
"Of course, babe. You can get as many toppings as you want, too." She adds, her smile widening obnoxiously as she wraps her arms around you.聽
"You're lucky you're cute, jerk." Your arms loop around her neck as she pulls you in, rubbing your back to soothe you. Despite joking around, she really does feel guilty -- she knows how bad your periods can get, and those sweet treats always seem to make things at least a little better.聽
"Come on, let's go get them." She whispers against your temple.
You raise your head to look at her, eyes wide in shock. "Right now? I thought you meant we'd go tomorrow鈥 it's getting late, Lis."
"Why would I miss out on an opportunity for a late night drive with my girl? Besides, it's still open for鈥" she glances at her watch before looking back into your eyes, "...2 more hours. I think that should be enough time for you to choose." She teases, narrowing her eyes at you playfully. You can be pretty indecisive at times, but a lot of that uncertainty seems to fade for you when you're hungry enough.聽
"They have so many good options, though. You might have to help me pick."聽
"Okay, but do me a favor? Remember this moment when you want to yell at me again for not getting enough of your favorite kind." She cracks up when she sees you hide your face behind your hands, laughing at yourself.聽
"I do get pretty cranky sometimes, don't I?" You tilt your head to the side, looking at her with a soft smile.
"That's an understatement, but I'll let it slide. You're adorable."聽
She plants a sweet kiss to your cheek before grabbing your hand and leading you out to the car.聽
Where you go I follow
No matter how far
If life is a movie
Oh you're the best part, oh oh oh
You're the best part, oh oh oh
Best part
The windows of Lisa's car are rolled down, allowing the warm evening air of Seoul to flow in and gently ghost over your skin. Vibrant city lights pass by leisurely, blending together in the distance to create a breathtaking skyline, and Lisa has no desire to rush anything. She keeps the car at a cruising speed, enabling you to relax and enjoy the smooth ride. Her thumb strokes over your knuckles as she sings along with the song, both of you knowing who she's aiming the words at. Occasionally she brings your hand to her lips, laying soft kisses to your skin.聽
The heat radiating from your seat warmer fends off any possibility of a cramp, further putting you at ease. Today was a long day of rehearsal and interviews, only broken up by meetings that you didn't particularly enjoy sitting through. It drug on mercilessly, paying no mind to how exhausted you were or how eager you were to be home. Every time you'd sneak a glance at the clock, nodding along to whatever your manager was saying without actually listening, you'd find the time creeping by, the minute hand barely further than what it had been during your last check. It was boring and monotonous, but now you're here with Lisa and you couldn't be happier.聽
The open sunroof allows for you to peek up at the stars, seeing them twinkle brightly for you, as if to say hello again. The sky surrounding them is rich; its velvety darkness聽serves as the perfect backdrop for them, making their colors pop in all the right ways. It's a gorgeous sight, and although you hate to admit it, maybe you're not too incredibly angry at Lisa for eating your donuts after all.聽
"We missed you back at the dorm today," she says with a soft smile, her eyes still trained on the road as she lazily rubs her cheek against your intertwined hands.聽
"Yeah?" You ask, turning your attention to her. "I missed you guys, too. I couldn't wait to get out of there; Jiyoung barely gave us a break, and we were practically buried in all the paperwork we had to go through. I've never signed so many things in my life." A grimace tugs at your features at the lame memory, and Lisa sports a very similar expression.聽
"I'm so glad I'm not you," she says with an amused smile now, chuckling when you flick her. "We're so proud of you though, baby, and all of this work will be worth it. Your solo is gonna blow everyone away." The fleeting look she throws over her shoulder to you makes your heart swell with pride, and you're reminded of how far the two of you have come.聽
Through trials and tribulations, hidden feelings and repressed desires, the two of you eventually found your way to each other in the end. You'll never forget the day that she asked you to be hers:
"Lisa, we can't get another cat right now! You know I love them just as much as you, but we don't have room." You try to reason, running a brush through your hair as you continue getting ready.聽
"You're no fun," she groans, throwing herself back onto the bed like a frustrated toddler. In a perfect world, she'd have a house filled to the brim with little kitties scurrying around, rolling and playing with each other -- she doesn't understand why some people try to put a limit on how many she can have.
"Stop complaining or we'll be late," you warn, giving yourself a final once-over in the mirror before walking over to the bed. You stand between her parted legs, gazing down at her until she realizes you're there and opens her eyes to look at you.
For a moment, she doesn't say anything; she just takes in the sight of you before shaking her head. She's smiling like a giddy teenager, and you can't help but question her with a breathy laugh.聽
"I'm so in love with you."聽
She's implied that before -- her words usually accompanied by nervous fidgeting and an avoidance of eye contact -- but something about this time is different. Her gaze holds a softness that you've never quite seen from her, an added layer of tenderness and care behind her words.聽
She's not afraid anymore, and, truthfully, neither are you.聽
You've turned her into a more gentle person - one that thinks before she speaks and doesn't act so impulsively anymore - and a sense of accomplishment settles within your heart. It's not that you wanted to change her -- she just naturally adopted some of your mannerisms, shifting into a better version of herself.聽
"I've never loved anybody like I love you, Lisa." You confess, a look of pure adoration on your face as you realize how true your own words are. She's evolved into a better person to be with you, knowing that she couldn't function as her old self any longer, and that alone makes her different from all the rest.聽
You see her release a little nervous breath as she moves to sit further back on the bed, coaxing you into her lap. You have a sneaking suspicion of what's coming, but you bite back the smile that threatens to break out on your face and allow her to speak next.
"Well, then, I think it's only natural that I ask that question." She starts, referencing back to the night that you all made up. You're glad you didn't jump into anything then, when you were high on your emotions -- both of you needed time to grow individually first, but now the stars are finally aligned. You know the time is right now, and you're ready to be together.
"Go ahead," you nod with a smile, playing with the baby hairs on the nape of her neck as your arms rest against her shoulders.聽
Part of you wants to mess with her and say no, but all of that goes out the window once she asks the words she's been dying to.聽
"Jagi, will you be my girlfriend?"聽
"I'd love to, Lili."聽
Smiling like an idiot, she wraps her arms around you and lays back, falling onto the cushions with a soft bounce as she pulls you in for a kiss. She peppers your face with hundreds of tiny pecks, giggling when you squirm and squeal at her ministrations.聽
You pull away slightly, just enough to look into her eyes, and you grin. "Should we just cancel the reservation? I don't think we'll make it on time and I'm too happy right now to even leave."聽
She agrees, deciding that eating takeout on the couch while Netflix plays in the background is a much more tempting offer, and reaches for the phone in your back pocket.聽
She lets her hands wander, knowing exactly what she's doing to you, but you allow her to have her fun -- a fitting revenge plan is already being formulated in your mind anyway.聽
The fingers of her unoccupied hand flirt with the hem of your shirt, sneaking up under the material to caress your side as she waits for her call to be answered. You brush the back of your hand over her cheek lovingly, reveling at how smooth her skin is.聽
"Gorgeous," you whisper, tilting your head down to kiss along her jawline. She sighs as you continue, lulling back into that blissful state of happiness she enters anytime your lips are on her.聽
Suddenly, the line picks up and a familiar greeting can be heard. "Hello, how may I help you?" A surprisingly pleasant voice asks, the smile evident in how her words come out.聽
"Hi, I'm calling to cancel a reserva-- oh," Lisa starts off strong, only to get blindsided halfway through when she feels your lips against her neck. They tease the tender skin just the way she likes, strategically parted by your tongue every now and then to lick a heated path to your next target area.聽
She has to pull the phone away from her mouth when you snake a hand down her body, allowing it to travel to all the places she wants you most.聽
"Ma'am?" The hostess asks when the line remains silent, Lisa too busy moving her head to the side to give you more access to respond to her.聽
"S-sorry about that," she lightly smacks the back of your head as punishment, but soon groans again when you nip at her pulse point. "Manoban. I need to cancel my reservation."聽
The woman begins typing away at her keyboard, searching the list for Lisa's name. Your girlfriend's legs wrap around your waist, and she grinds her hips against you with a smirk on her lips. The little tease is loving this.聽
You move away from her neck now, satisfied with the marks you left behind as you follow the path that your hand previously made. You leave no area unattended as you methodically work your way down, making it a point to give attention to all of her most sensitive spots in order to get a rise out of her.
You do, of course, in the form of quiet expletives and breathy mewls of your name in between the small talk she's having with the hostess.聽
When you sit back on your knees, momentarily stilling your movements, Lisa's eyes flutter down to where your hands rest: right at the front of her jeans. She gulps at the mischievous look in your eye, but bites her lip nonetheless.聽
"--Yes, okay Ms. Manoban, I see your reservation for 9PM? Is that correct?"聽
You undo the first button.
"Yes, that's correct."聽
You tease her, running your fingers along the material before popping the next one open. Her hips involuntarily buck up towards your hand when you brush it against her center, bringing a shade of blush to her cheeks.聽
"And to ensure that we're meeting the needs of all of our customers, may I ask your reason for canceling?"聽
You flick the last one open, glad that she's only wearing a semi-high waisted pair of pants -- that little game was fun, but her hushed moans have gotten you riled up. She covers her mouth, sinking her teeth into her palm to silence herself when you pull her pants past her hips and lay needy kisses to her upper thighs.
"Something just鈥 came up. No fault on your part," she rushes out, wishing she could just hang up now and not care enough to be polite.聽
Her eyes lock with yours when you push her shirt farther up, kissing across her toned stomach as you tug on the waistband of her lingerie. Its maroon lace is paired with accents of deep purple, contrasting with her skin gorgeously as jagged breaths ripple through her. You admire the bruising patches your lips have left behind that paint her stomach, splashes of darkness to accompany the material that leaves little to the imagination.聽
"Ah, I see. Well we hope you'll come back and see us."聽
Just as Lisa is about to say a hurried goodbye and hang up, the hostess asks, "Speaking of, would you like to book another now?"聽
Lisa's head digs into the comforter, her eyes tightly closed in frustration鈥 for multiple reasons. She tangles her fingers in your hair, her silent way of pleading for you to continue, and she does her best to sound stable as she responds.
"No, no. Thank you, though. Goodbye." The very second that she registers a parting word from the other end, she quickly hangs up and tosses the phone to another part of the bed.聽
"That was cruel," she breathes out, though both of you know she isn't upset in the slightest.聽
"You loved it," you say, self-assured as you smile against her hip bone. A slight tremble runs through her body, and it works to boost your confidence tenfold.聽
"You drive me crazy, Y/N."
You're pulled from your pleasant reverie by the feeling of Lisa nudging your thigh with her hand. You hadn't even realized you closed your eyes.聽
"We're here, my love." She says, unbuckling herself. You let out a tired yawn before doing the same, and you thank her when she comes around to open your door for you. You settle against her side, and soon enough the two of you are filtering into the cozy little shop.
Rows of treats greet you, all tucked behind crystal clear walls of glass for protection from any stray kids that may try to snatch one of them when no one's looking. A shorter container sits beside the standing racks, stretching out to reveal an impressive array of ice cream and sorbet flavors. You wander around, studying the different options as if you don't already know them all by heart after being such a frequent customer for so long.聽
"I'm debating on getting some ice cream, too. What do you think?" You ask Lisa, only to hear her let out an earth-shattering squeal in response.聽
She clears her throat, amusingly composing herself, and acts like the inner 5 year old in her didn't just pop out. "We can get the Super-Ultra-Mega-Shareable Waffle Cone, if you want."聽
"Sounds like a plan, babe." You laugh, seeing how ready she is to absolutely demolish some ice cream. You'll be lucky to even get a few bites in, you realize, though seeing her this happy is far more important.聽
You spend the next few minutes deliberating with her like you're judges on some Food Network show, deciding on the perfect order as you rack the price up with every gourmet topping you add. Eventually satisfied with your choices, Lisa kisses your cheek and sends you off to find a seat while she pays. Upon scanning the entirety of the dining area, you spot a corner booth that's tucked away from the busy center of the store, and you smile at how intimate it is. It's perfect, and you begin making your way over to it.聽
She follows behind you shortly after, shoving the change she just received down into her pocket. The large cone rests in her other hand, and she swipes her tongue along the top of it, gathering up a generous amount of whipped cream as she slides into the seat across from you.
You swear you can hear angels singing as you open one of the boxes, seeing the beautiful spread of yummy treats lined up together in neat little rows. Their delicious aromas waft up, making your mouth water in anticipation. So, deciding not to waste anymore time, you reach for the one that you've been dying to sink your teeth into all day and take your first, glorious bite.
It's made just the way you like it, with the perfect dough-to-glaze-to-topping ratio imaginable. The memory of Lisa specially requesting them to be made fresh warms your heart, and you open your eyes to look at her.聽
"Oh mah gahd--" you say around your mouthful of food, attempting to not choke and die when you see how crazy she looks. Ice cream is already messily smeared across her face, reaching just about everywhere -- her cheeks, nose, mouth -- you name it; and her hair is haphazardly pulled back in a messy bun.聽
Halfway through crunching on the tasty cone again, she looks up at you. "What?" She asks, sounding as if she genuinely has no clue as to the state she's in. You motion to her face, prompting her to grab her phone and look at her own reflection. Rather than getting embarrassed, she lets out a loud cackle, successfully throwing the two of you into a laughing fit.聽
It's the good kind -- slapping the table, making no noise as you egg each other on, filling the shop with those joyous sounds -- kind of thing; and seeing her so carefree is priceless. Any trace of stress that stuck around from the long day you had quickly disappears completely, no longer deserving of the room it was taking up in your brain. This moment with her is perfect, and you're so glad to be sharing it.聽
After things die down a bit, the two of you lean back in your chairs, tightly clutching your aching stomachs. Your cheeks hurt, too, but it's the kind of pain you're more than happy to welcome with open arms.聽
Lisa reaches for your hand across the table as she looks at you with that special twinkle in her eye, her smile looking particularly swoon worthy. "I'm really happy I ate those donuts earlier." She's teasing, but it's the truth -- this night is a memory she'll keep forever, added to the list of things she never wants to forget.聽
"Me too." You squeeze her hand and pull her in, grinning at the taste of ice cream on her lips. The next part (which you knew was coming) still makes you squeal: she nuzzles her face against yours, spreading the sticky sweetness all over you as well.聽
"There. Now we're matching." She kisses you again, leaving you to attempt to hide the unwanted smile that parts your lips.聽
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themusicplayedherlife8 months ago
Missy鈥檚 Lesson Plan
Lesson #1 Listen to Her Worries
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pairing: marcus moreno x f!teacher!reader characters: f!reader, marcus word count: 3.6k+ warnings: fluff, awkwardness, bonding, summary: dating is hard; dating after losing a significant other is even harder, but Missy is sure she has a foolproof plan that will help her dad and her teacher finally confess their feelings and get the happily ever after that they deserve! a/n: sorry for the wait! since so many people liked it i wanted to make sure everything about this chapter was decent to post, so ya鈥檒l have @forevans鈥 to thank or else this would鈥檝e been stuck in limbo for a long time lol--also, im about to dub reader and marcus the thank-you-couple lmfao--you鈥檒l see why
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There are three things you are absolutely sure about in your life.
1. Your name. 2. You love your family. And 3. Missy Moreno is your favorite student.
鈥淭urns out she was just testing us!鈥 She moves around your classroom, picking up scraps of paper and throwing them into the black, durable trash bag she鈥檚 hauling around with her, recounting her heroic tale of saving her dad and the other Heroics with her new super powered friends. 鈥淎 transfer of power or something. Can you believe it?鈥
Yes and no.
Your heart had literally jumped out of your throat and blood turned cold when Missy was plucked from school during recess鈥斺渢aken somewhere safer,鈥 the principal had informed you after you stormed into her office wanting to know where your student was and why you weren鈥檛 informed.
School was released an hour after that, a way to prepare citizens for the inevitable destruction the Heroics tend to cause in the heavily, populated metropolitan areas, and after making sure every single one of your students had been picked up by a family member, you hurriedly headed home.
You had sat yourself down in front of the television with your mom, worried for Mr. Moreno and the rest of the Heroics (more so for Missy鈥檚 dad), feeling completely and utterly helpless.
It only got worse when agents suited in black and white showed up at your doorstep, demanding to know where Missy Moreno and the other super powered children were hiding.
鈥淵ou lost them?鈥 You had balked鈥攜our worry rising to new heights鈥攆irst Mr. Moreno and now Missy? You didn鈥檛 know what to do other than demand how a bunch of agents could have lost a group of untrained children during an alien invasion!
None of them answered you, remaining stoic, and if it weren鈥檛 for your mom, you would鈥檝e pounced and clawed the closest agent out of desperation.
The agents only left after turning your house upside down in their search for the children.
And then, after hours of waiting, the news showed the Heroics, Anita Moreno, and the children landing in front of the White House, safe and sound. You almost cried from relief in your mother鈥檚 arms.
So, no, you can鈥檛 believe it; but seeing her here, this special girl, that has somehow worked her way into your heart from the moment she walked into your life, safe and sound in your classroom, you do believe it.
But you can鈥檛 tell Missy all of that when she鈥檚 practically bouncing on the heels of her feet, beaming up at you every few seconds to watch your reactions to her story. Instead, you widen your eyes for good measure and your mouth hangs open. It鈥檚 a little exaggerated, but you really are impressed with Missy鈥攙ery much worried, but impressed. 鈥淲oah! I鈥檓 so proud of you!鈥
Her grin is so bright and proud, it makes you chuckle under your breath, your shoulders finally relaxing at the rare, childlike mirth dancing in her eyes.
鈥淎re you going to write about it for your report?鈥
She shrugs. 鈥淢aybe.鈥
Now that stops you from sorting through the craft supplies, eyebrow raising in surprise. 鈥淢aybe?鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 stupid,鈥 she murmurs, focusing a little too much on one area.
鈥淢issy,鈥 you start, patient, 鈥渨hy do you think it鈥檚 stupid?鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 just鈥斺 she shuffles on her feet and then sighs heavily, looking up at you with dark eyes full of doubt鈥斺渨hat if no one believes me?鈥
It takes you no time to close the distance between you. You coax the bag out of her hands and set it down on the floor, motioning for her to sit at the desk she had just been pretending to clean. 鈥淲hy do you think no one would believe you?鈥
鈥淏ecause I don鈥檛 have super powers.鈥 Her nose wrinkles, looking away from you and to the whiteboard.
鈥淚 know, I know!鈥 she exasperates, having heard this spiel from you many times before. 鈥淚t doesn鈥檛 matter, it鈥檚 never mattered, I get it!鈥 You stare at her incredulously, and she is quick to assure you, leaning forward on the edge of the chair. 鈥淚 do, really! But I鈥攊t would be useful, you know?鈥 She slumps back, finger rubbing at a spot on the table. 鈥淧roof, I guess.鈥
鈥淧owers could always be useful,鈥 you agree with a soft laugh. 鈥淏ut not always necessary.鈥 She still doesn鈥檛 look at you, and you sigh softly, a small amused smile forming on your lips. 鈥淚 know you know some of the most amazing, most brave people are the ones without powers.鈥
She looks up at you, head tilting and waiting for you to elaborate.
鈥淵ou once told me that aside from your dad, your mom was your absolute favorite hero, remember that?鈥
She nods, a smile finally appearing on her cherubic face.
鈥淒on鈥檛 underestimate yourself, Missy.鈥 You crouch down to her level. 鈥淵ou not having powers doesn鈥檛 mean the rest of the class won鈥檛 believe you. They know you鈥檙e a leader, they look to you not just because you鈥檙e Marcus Moreno鈥檚 kid but because they believe in you.鈥
鈥淚 knew it was stupid,鈥 she murmurs bashfully, tanned skin brightening as she huffs and folds her arms over her chest.
鈥淗ey, no, none of that. Having doubts or being scared or even jealous is never stupid. It鈥檚 perfectly human,鈥 you assure her, her brown eyes searching yours. 鈥淚n fact, I sometimes feel that way too!鈥
鈥淩eally?鈥 She drops her arms and her pout softens. 鈥淵ou?鈥
鈥淥f course! Just because I鈥檓 an adult doesn鈥檛 mean I don鈥檛 sometimes doubt myself or feel a little insecure.鈥
鈥淟ike what?鈥 she asks, dark eyes curious and wide.
鈥淥of, a lot!鈥 Your eyes roll to the ceiling as you think. 鈥淚 think鈥 one of my biggest doubts and fears is not being a good enough teacher.鈥
鈥淲hat?鈥 She gasps, jumping in her seat and eyes narrowing with scary determination to get you to believe that: 鈥淵ou鈥檙e an amazing teacher!鈥
Warmth fills your chest at the sincerity in her voice and eyes. 鈥淪ee!鈥 You cross your arms over your knees, but Missy takes your hand in hers, and you let her, squeezing her smaller hand in yours. 鈥淪ometimes, we don鈥檛 see ourselves in the same light as others do, and that鈥檚 okay. We just need a little reminder every once in a while.鈥
鈥淵eah,鈥 she drawls, playing with one of your fingers, 鈥淚 guess you鈥檙e right.鈥
鈥淚 know I鈥檓 right.鈥 You nudge her nose gently with a hooked finger and she wrinkles her nose in response. 鈥淎nd this is my reminder for you today: I truly believe you鈥檙e capable of doing extraordinary things, Missy. Powers or no powers.鈥
She grins, nudging your nose just as you had. 鈥淎nd I truly believe you鈥檙e the most amazing teacher ever.鈥
Yeah. Missy Moreno is definitely your favorite student.
鈥淚 know.鈥 You ruffle her hair and she grabs your wrist to push you away, laughing.
A loud thud by the entrance of the class brings you to your feet, spinning in place and firmly placing yourself in front of Missy and the sudden intruder鈥攐nly to find a sheepish Marcus Moreno mid trip and hand raised sheepishly.
鈥淚鈥攁h鈥攕orry, I was going to knock, but the door was opened鈥斺 he says, quickly crouching down to pick up the empty rack you set up for the kids to place their backpacks and lunch on. 鈥淪orry.鈥
Missy lets out an exasperated, 鈥淒ad!鈥 while your form relaxes (replaced by a new tension squeezing your chest).
Clearing his throat, he straightens up, raising a hand in greeting and an apology. 鈥淪orry,鈥 he murmurs again.
鈥淚t鈥檚 fine, Mr. Moreno.鈥 You offer him a warm smile, ignoring the little butterflies in your tummy. Turning to Missy, you catch a very much exasperated eye roll that only makes you stifle your laughter behind your hand. 鈥淐ome on, Missy, get your things.鈥
She eyes her dad for a moment longer before nodding and hurrying to her table shared with Karina at the front of the classroom, a table away from your desk.
鈥淭hanks for letting Missy stay.鈥 He scratches the back of his head, his other hand resting on his hip as he shifts his weight. 鈥淧aperwork took me longer than I would have liked.鈥
鈥淎 hero鈥檚 work is never done, huh?鈥 you joke, keeping your voice light.
He cracks a charming smile, the one that always seems to melt your insides into a pile of goo. 鈥淯nfortunately.鈥
Your eyes move to Missy, who is slowly putting her things away, organizing them and reorganizing. Her head tilts slightly when the conversation between you and Marcus pauses, dark eyes trying to inconspicuously look over her shoulder to get a glimpse of you and her father. Her eyes catch yours and widen in surprise before she snaps her head forward, pretending to be busy but not hurrying her movements, either鈥攎uch to your amusement. What is she doing?
Shaking your head and returning your gaze to Marcus, you鈥檙e met by brown eyes full of exasperated fondness, an apologetic smile on his handsome features.
鈥淚 heard about what happened,鈥 he suddenly says. 鈥淎bout some of our agents raiding your home.鈥
鈥淥h!鈥 You blink owlishly, embarrassment crawling under your skin鈥攚hat else did he know? 鈥淵ou heard about that?鈥
鈥淩ead about it in the report, actually.鈥 He tilts his head, scratching the stubble on his cheek, and you press your lips together to keep from questioning what else he read in case they didn鈥檛 add the part about you losing your cool. 鈥淚 have agents on their way to help clean up any mess they might鈥檝e made and to replace anything they might鈥檝e broken.鈥
This man is truly a god sent, isn鈥檛 he? 鈥淢r. Moreno, I appreciate it, thank you. You didn鈥檛 have to do that.鈥
鈥淚 wanted to,鈥 he assures you, firm and kind. 鈥淚t鈥檚 our fault you got caught in the cross hairs.鈥 His eyes fall away from yours, and again, he shifts his weight on his feet as he pushes his glasses back up over the bridge of his nose.
You wait for a moment, but when he doesn鈥檛 look back up at you, you let out a little defeated sigh, disappointed that the conversation is over. Not that you want to keep talking about agents ruining your home, but you like listening to Mr. Moreno speak. He has the softest, most reassuring voice that makes you feel safe in his presence; like he trusts you.
鈥淲ell, again, thank you,鈥 you start as you make your way over to the plastic bin full of craft supplies on your desk and are about to take them to the closet you store them in when warm fingers brush against yours, taking the box from your hands. 鈥淥h!鈥
鈥淟et me help you with that,鈥 he says, soft and rich, warm eyes full of kindness staring into yours.
鈥淭hank you,鈥 you murmur鈥攁nd he鈥檚 close, not like when he was sitting across from you as you introduced yourself to him and showed him the first progress report of the year, but close enough that you can see the glints of black and umber in his eyes, tips of his shoes barely touching yours, and a small box keeping your chests from brushing against each other.
鈥淚t鈥檚 no trouble. Least I could do.鈥 He flashes another smile, and again, your heart melts and you have to physically keep yourself from biting your lips by swiping your twitching fingers over your mouth, eyes darting away from him.
Clearing your throat, you say, 鈥淟et me show you where I need them.鈥
He nods and follows after you, keeping a fair distance even after you point at the empty space the bin was in earlier that day.
鈥淭hank you,鈥 you say鈥攁gain! all you do is thank the man!鈥攁s he puts away the bin and closes the closet doors for you.
鈥淥f course.鈥
鈥淥kay, I鈥檓 finally ready!鈥 Missy announces, a little too loud for it to not to be intentional.
鈥淲e should start heading out, then.鈥 His hand settles on Missy鈥檚 head, steering her towards the door. 鈥淎gain, thank you for letting Missy stay鈥攔eally saved me.鈥
鈥淚t was no trouble at all.鈥 You wave him away, following after them to walk them out.
鈥淭hat was painful to watch,鈥 you swear you hear her whisper to her dad, and he shushes her.
Did you imagine it?
鈥淎h, actually, Mr. Moreno, may I speak to you for a moment?鈥
鈥淥f course!鈥 He pats Missy鈥檚 shoulder. 鈥淕o on ahead, I鈥檒l meet you down the hall.鈥
She narrows her eyes at him, as if trying to communicate something to him before nodding and walking off. 鈥淪ee you Monday, teach!鈥
鈥淏ye, Missy! Have a good weekend!鈥 You wait until she鈥檚 completely out of ear shot, or at least on the other side of the hall to address your worries to Mr. Moreno. 鈥淢issy told me about what happened on that spaceship and I鈥擨鈥檓 worried. I know what Missy is capable of, trust me, I know. She鈥檚鈥攅xtraordinary. A good kid.鈥 You bite your lip, wrapping your cardigan tighter around your frame, the cold wind brushing against your exposed skin. 鈥淏ut I鈥擨 can鈥檛 help but worry either way. I know it鈥檚 not my place鈥斺
鈥淣o, no!鈥 He steps forward and a little to the side, blocking the wind from hitting you. 鈥淭hank you for caring so much about Missy. I鈥擨 always feel grateful knowing you care about her and that she鈥檚 in capable hands at school.鈥
You release a breath you didn鈥檛 know you had been holding, a huge weight off your shoulder now that you know you鈥檙e not stepping on his toes.
鈥淚鈥檓 worried too, if I鈥檓 being honest.鈥 His eyes slide to Missy waiting for him at the end of the hall where she鈥檚 rocking on her feet, and you follow his gaze, both of you smiling when she glances up and waves. 鈥淪he鈥檚 headstrong. Once her mind is made up, you can鈥檛 stop her.鈥 He chuckles, the sound low and a little self-deprecating.
鈥淚 would never ask you to change her mind,鈥 you affirm gently. 鈥淎ll I ask, is that you look after her鈥攏ot that you don鈥檛 already do, because I know you do, but it鈥檚鈥 different out there.鈥
He nods resolutely. 鈥淚 promise.鈥
鈥淵ou need to stay safe out there, too, Mr. Moreno. I can鈥檛 keep having two heart attacks in one day,鈥 you tease, leaning against the metal doorframe.
鈥淚 promise you, we鈥檒l stay safe,鈥 he says it so seriously, eyes locked on yours that it practically steals your breath away. 鈥淢issy and I鈥攚e鈥檒l protect each other.鈥
鈥淟ike you always do,鈥 you hum into the space between you.
鈥淟ike we always do,鈥 he reaffirms, just as soft.
鈥淕ood.鈥 You stare at one another for a beat longer than necessary, but you look away first, straightening up. 鈥淗ave a good evening, Mr. Moreno. Drive safe.鈥
鈥淵ou too.鈥
You watch him walk away, waving each time he looks back until he reaches Missy. They wrap an arm around each other and with one final wave, they disappear into the stairwell.
Smiling, you head back inside to get your things.
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鈥淪o,鈥 Missy starts as they climb down the stairs, 鈥渄id you ask?鈥
鈥淣o.鈥 He sighs, bracing himself for the ten year old judgement (he can鈥檛 wait to see what her pre-teen and teenage judgement looks like, probably even more brutal).
鈥淲hat?鈥 She pulls away from him as they reach the final step. 鈥淣o? What do you mean 鈥榥o鈥? That was the perfect timing!鈥
He knows it was perfect timing! There were many perfect moments that he could鈥檝e asked if you were doing anything this Saturday, but no! He just had to get distracted by the curves of your lashes and the way your eyes glinted under the setting sun and how your nose wrinkled when the cold air kissed your nose and鈥斺淣ext time.鈥
鈥淎 deal is a deal, dad!鈥 She reminds him, staring up at him with those eyes that used to remind him so much of her mother, but now they鈥檙e becoming less and less like hers and more her own. 鈥淵ou said you would!鈥
鈥淚 know, I know,鈥 he whines in mock defeat. 鈥淚 just鈥 what if she doesn鈥檛 like me?鈥 It鈥檚 a legitimate worry, one that has only grown since Missy started encouraging him to ask you out.
鈥淪eriously, dad?鈥 Her hand connects with her forehead. 鈥淚t鈥檚 so obvious! And besides, how will you ever know if you don鈥檛 ask?鈥
鈥淚 guess you鈥檙e right. Any ideas?鈥
She cups her chin, thinking. Her eyes brighten. 鈥淚 do have a plan!鈥
鈥淎nd what exactly is this plan?鈥 he asks, a little wary of what his precocious ten year old could possibly come up with.
鈥淛ust trust me!鈥 She grins up at him and wraps her arm around his waist, tugging him along with her towards the car. 鈥淲ith my plan we鈥檒l win her over completely!鈥
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bonbonthedragon8 months ago
bakugou x reader with a quirk to shapeshift and every time he yells at them they shrink down smaller
So um...took this a bit too far鈥 literally could have done headcannons and been done but my brain said no because I alway have to detail shit. Anyway- I hope you enjoy! :)
Working under bakugou was... admittedly a bit scary. As his personal assistant, you should have been used to his loud and obnoxious behavior. But your weren鈥檛. You really tried, but with some past problems in relationships, it just came instinctively to you to get startled easily. But just like everyday, you tiptoed around him, so far having a streak of him not yelling at you in the past week. It鈥檚 not that he wasn鈥檛 in any better of a mood, you just know how to tread lightly. And tread lightly you did.
鈥淥i!鈥 You poked your head into his office, your own just the room across 鈥渃ome get this paperwork鈥
You nodded, quickly getting up out of your seat and taking the stack off his desk 鈥淚鈥檒l have it shipped right away sir鈥
鈥淲hatever鈥 he huffed, clicking on the computer through more files.
鈥淲-would you like another coffee?鈥 You asked, noting the empty cup beside him
鈥淗ah?鈥 He glanced over at it 鈥測eah sure鈥
Nodding again, you reached over and took the mug, hurrying out of the office. A sigh escaped your lips as you got into the elevator, taking the short time to roll your shoulders and yawn. It was so early, and you were still tired from staying up so late. You probably shouldn鈥檛 have tried and watch the whole of 鈥測our lie in April鈥 in one go...starting at 10 at night... oh well, anime was amine and it sure as hell was good and definitely worth it. Hearing the beep, you walked out of the elevator and into the break room, cleaning out the mug and placing it back under the Kureg machine, pressing the button and waiting for it to fill. Humming a tune, you didn鈥檛 notice a certain red headed hero come in, your second boss.
Yup, you worked for two hero鈥檚, as they both shared an agency, and what an adventure it was. It certainly kept you busy, but that鈥檚 what you wanted, something to keep your mind going and not wonder off to certain thoughts that still haunted your past.
鈥淗ey miss (L/n)!鈥 The hero beamed, coming up next to you and opening the mini fridge, pulling out a saved sand which
鈥淎-ah! Good morning kirishima-San鈥 you heard the machine beep and took out the coffee 鈥渨ould you like me to bring a coffee up to you as well?鈥
鈥淭hat would be great鈥 he smiled, 鈥淚 don鈥檛 need it right away, take your time鈥 he reminded you, always being the one to remind you to take it easy on yourself. Of course though, you never listened.
鈥淭hank you sir鈥 you smiled back, turning around and putting a second mug under the Krueg.
鈥淲hoa man- I鈥檓 sure it was just a mistake-鈥
鈥淔uck off shitty hair! (Y/n)!鈥濃
Walking out of the elevator, you shivered as you heard your name drip off your bosses tongue like venom. Shit. What did you do? Taking carful steps into his office, you didn鈥檛 notice how much your were trembling. Kirishima looked over at you, and you him and you went over and handed him his beverage.
But before the red could, bakugou was already standing and pounded his fist on the wood table, making you squeak and nearly drop the mug 鈥測-yes?鈥
鈥淲hy the hell am I commissioned to go to that stupid hero gala. I just got a fucking email about my invitation that I apparently asked for?鈥
You stumbled forward a bit, hands so shaky that the black coffee nearly splashed out of the cup. You gulped, not able to meet his red eyes 鈥淚-i- uh-鈥
鈥淐ome on man, maybe she though-鈥
鈥淲ell she thought fucking wrong. I hate those things. It鈥檚 nothing but a bunch of low life鈥檚 drinking and waltzing around and wasting a night of skipping patrol when they could be working like their supposed too.鈥 He looked back you you, visibly making you stiffen 鈥渃are to fucking explain why they said I sighed off on going, making a speech too?鈥
God, and to think you had feelings for the guy. You gulped, feeling yourself grow small, literally 鈥渨-well s-sir- I just- I thought-鈥
鈥淲ell you though fucking wrong-鈥
鈥淢an-鈥 kirishima gave his friend a look 鈥渏ust let her explain鈥
You glanced at the red, and back at bakugou鈥檚 firefly eyes 鈥淚-I th-though that um- w-well w-when I checked t-the charts, y-you were low o-on t-the approval r-ratings. A-and with that hero gala c-coming up- I thought-鈥
鈥淪top with the shit (y/n). Take me off that list or your fucking fired鈥
You felt your heart pang painfully in your chest, stomach dropping 鈥淚-I -uh-I-鈥 at this point the two men could visible see you grow shorter, and shorter and shorter. You knew it too, you quickly stammering further as you went back to normal size and set his cup on his desk. You bowed, still clearly trembling with your hands tucked into one another 鈥淚-I鈥檓 terrible sorry- I鈥檒l fix it right away鈥 with that you went backed up and quickly made it to your office, shutting to door quietly before clutching your chest and calming your breathing, already feeling your quirk fight against you and making your shrink again. At least they weren鈥檛 in front of you.
Bakugou鈥檚 eyes flickered up to his friends, again going to stare at your now closed door. Did he...did he scare you? He didn鈥檛 mean it. He knew he had a bad temper, but for as long as you had been working with him he though maybe you were used to it. Actually you shouldn鈥檛 be used to that shit. He shouldn鈥檛 expect you to be. Fuck. Did he mess up? Maybe he over reacted...
鈥淎ll you had to do was ask her nicely to take you off this list鈥 the red spoke again, trying to get the blond attention 鈥渟he鈥檚 here at 5 am every morning and leaves at nearly 9 or 10 every night and has only taken one day off her whole two years of being here. She nearly waits hand and foot of both of us and is the reason you ass hasn鈥檛 been sued yet for as much property damage you have caused.鈥 The red took in a deep breath, glancing over at your door before sighing 鈥渨hatever man, just apologize鈥 with that, he walked out.
The blond felt his heart ache, actually ache. It鈥檚 not that he didn鈥檛 care for you, he was grateful to your work, and after his friends speech, his eyes were much wider to the thought. Now he felt bad, remembering how panicked you looked and how small you probably felt (no pun intended). He cursed himself. As mad as he was about it, kirishima was right, there was no reason to be as upset as he was. Right now, right he needed to calm down before he talked to you.
The next day- 5:18 am
The blond trudged into the agency, coming off of night patrol and going to take a shower. Just as he opened the door, you ran into his chest.
鈥淭he hell-鈥
You yelped, wobbling back. He watched you shrink a good inch just by looking at him and his chest fell 鈥渁-ah! S-sorry- I was just- I knew you had night patrol a-and you鈥檇 shower, so I p-put new soap and and towels and stuff in there鈥 you looked up, Katsuki giving you an unreadable look and you stuttered 鈥淚-ill go to my office now鈥 and you scurried off and into the elevator
He mindlessly watched you quickly walk off, biting the inside of his cheek as he pushed open the locker room door. True to your word, fresh towels and body wash were there by the showers, along with his and kirishimas back up hero suits, folded and steamed. Fuck, kirishima was right, you deserved better. Sighing, he took his shower. When he finished, he went into his office and as always, a steaming cup of coffee on his desk. He paused by his door, peeking into your smaller office where you moved around, AirPods in as you hummed along to what ever you were listening to, looking like you were doing a bit of cleaning as well as organizing some paperwork at the same time. You seemed to notice him, stopping and taking out a bud 鈥渃-can I help you?鈥 Before he could open his mouth, you perked up, running over to your computer and turning the monitor around so he could see your email list. You clicked through the sent emails, going to one and popping up a long note you had sent to someone 鈥渂efore I forget,鈥 your voice sounded more confident, seeming to still be in your head space from cleaning 鈥淚 canceled the tickets, and Kirishima-San said he鈥檇 do the speech.鈥 You looked back at him, seeming to try and read his face, trying to get some kind of positive response.
He pressed his lips together, feeling even worse that you were the one who had to send that 鈥測eah...thanks.鈥 Was all he said before retreating to his office. For some fucking reason his heart was doing flips- why? Like hell he knew. Yeah, maybe he liked you when the commission gave you to them, and yeah, maybe he though you were kinds cute. And yeah...maybe he got a bit to comfortable with you and took advantage of you and your work. Ugh.
鈥淵ou鈥檒l be going after the hero inferno鈥 you stated, checking your clip board
鈥淥k but-鈥 kirishima took the board from you, setting it back in the limo and patting it for it to drive off, you stammered 鈥渉ave fun, I know your supposed to be here as my assistant but go have a drink, talk, jeez you work to hard, take a night off.鈥
You stared at him for a moment 鈥渦-um b-but-鈥
But he just left, leaving you too stand there. Taking the opportunity, you went toward the bar and sat at the stool. After all, you were wearing your most expensive and best looking gown you had, you even felt a bit over dressed, with the train just a few inches sliding on the floor and a slit going up to your thigh. The straps were thin and you had a bit of cleavage showing, you actually felt a bit uncomfortable, being around all these other beautiful and strong woman here. You looked down into your plain margarita, swirling it around as you let yourself get lost in your thoughts. Unknowingly, there was a certain blond that bought back his ticket and standing across the room, red eyes boring in on your figure.
No one should be that damn beautiful. Katsuki swallowed, letting his eyes shameless wonder your figure, and by looking around, and he wasn鈥檛 the only one. Clearly you had other fans, taking note of the many other eyes sticking to your form. Something just clicked in him, and even though he knew he had no right to, he went over to you.
You didn鈥檛 even notice him, starring off into space as he took the seat next to you, he cleared his throat 鈥渙-oh! Bakugou-San!- wait...bakugou?鈥
鈥淵eah yeah, it鈥檚 me鈥 he uncharacteristically brought his hand to the back of his neck 鈥渓ook, you were right about my approval ratings.鈥 His eyes fluttered to yours and he blushed when you were already looking at him, thanking the dim light in the room 鈥渂ut don鈥檛 think its because of you! Gotta keep my rating high so I can be no.1鈥 he grumbled out that last bit
You were speechless, blinking a few times before giving a weak smile 鈥渙kay鈥 you leaned back against the bar
After a moment of silence, he glanced at you 鈥測ou look nice鈥 he mumbled just below a whisper
鈥淚 said!-鈥 he felt himself get hot in the face 鈥渇uck off鈥 he grumbled again.
Well, at least he was making some progress.
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katytheinspiredworkaholic4 months ago
Correspondence, Chapter 06
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Pairing: HotchReid
Summary: An AU where Reid never joined the FBI, but got roped into consulting for the LA field office while working and teaching at Caltech. Hotch gets his email referred from a fellow agent, and they start to work on cases together 鈥 until they start talking on a regular basis. Regular becomes frequent, frequent becomes constant. They know nothing about each other, but they don鈥檛 really mind.
Rating: Mature/Explicit (eventually)
Chapter CW/notes:聽Slight offscreen peril, a bunch of POV changes, and we鈥檙e going to start introducing the team one by one so a whole lot of Rossi this chapter. Everyone will get their turn, and a few people (Garcia and Morgan for sure) get more than one. This chapter got very very long, once again. Set in season 6-7, self beta鈥檇.
Word Count:聽10716
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Chapter 06
March 2011
Although the BAU sends teams out frequently to different corners of the continental US -- whenever they鈥檝e been requested or invited in, or when they are interviewing captured criminals for research studies and papers -- for the most part they can do all of their work right there at home. In Quantico, Virginia.
Hotch鈥檚 team is one of four domestic Behavioral Analysis teams in the Unit, who work alongside three Behavioral Research and Instruction teams, as well as liaisons from the National Center for the Analysis of Violent Crimes (NCAVC) and two international BAU teams. Hotch doesn鈥檛 directly oversee the international sectors, or the liaisons, but he is Unit Chief as well as the leader of his team and he seems to constantly be buried in a sea of paperwork. Especially when he is back in his office at Quantico, and can鈥檛 use the excuse of being called out on a case to defer some of the workload.
But one thing about being home that Hotch appreciates more than anything is the routine it creates; with his work, with his home, with Jack, and now -- with Spencer. Being three time zones apart is difficult, but it鈥檚 all they鈥檝e ever known, and it becomes second nature for Hotch to always be aware what the time is in California. What time of day it is for the other man, what his routine might be and the little stolen minutes that are best to send texts, sneak in phone calls, and they become quite skilled at it. Spencer knows Hotch鈥檚 schedule better than he does himself, some days, and he always returns the favor in kind. Quite literally living in each other鈥檚 pockets, via a cell phone, and Hotch finds that thought amusing to no end.
It also means that the younger man is鈥 always on his mind. Just a glance at a clock and he already knows what time it is across the country, and he often finds himself thinking about what Spencer is doing. What class he is teaching. If he鈥檚 grabbing coffee or actual lunch like he should. They鈥檝e hit this point in their relationship where the constant communication is all but seamless and interwoven into their everyday lives. It becomes a common occurrence to always think about Spencer, to always check his phone as often as he might check his watch, and Hotch starts to realize that this long distance relationship has taken some deep roots within him. That he just very might be falling head over heels for a man he鈥檚 never met, and although it takes him a moment to grasp that concept fully -- he finds that he doesn鈥檛 really mind it, either. Because this is the happiest he鈥檚 been in a long, long time.
And after the past few years, he鈥檚 learned that that is not something he can afford to be cautious with.
So he lets it all progress unchecked, as nerve-wracking as that can be, instead of keeping it in the consistency they鈥檝e grown so used to. The relationship akin to many of the experiments and projects Spencer regales him with; a constant that needs variables in order for it to change and ignite. It should have been jarring, this free fall that Hotch had begun to allow, but somehow it never was.
And just like that, they continued to grow closer, a little less wary than before.
After that week in December, their phone conversations become as frequent as their text messaging. Every night, sometimes over lunch and on the weekends, Jack has even jumped in once or twice during the daytime hours when their time together overlaps. Hotch was surprised at the younger boy鈥檚 enthusiasm to talk to whoever he has been messaging off and on for the better part of a year, and even more at how the two get on even over the phone. But Spencer points out one night that Jack probably is more used to speaking and connecting with people over long distance because of his father鈥檚 constant travel through the year. As often as Hotch calls and messages Spencer, he also talks to Jack every night that he鈥檚 not home, so it would be a very minute shift for him to be introduced to Spencer and find it as normal an occurrence as if Hotch was on one of his trips. This creates various juxtaposing emotions for Hotch, glad that Spencer and Jack can meet each other without it being stilted or awkward with the distance, and morose that he鈥檚 created this precedent in his son that could last his whole life. Thankfully, it only takes a few nights of Spencer鈥檚 stream-of-conscious lectures indicating statistics and case studies and small anecdotes speckled throughout, all connecting like constellations in the sky, to soothe his apprehensions.
Spencer always seems to have that effect on Hotch, when they talk.
They have come to find that just the sound of the other鈥檚 voice is enough to ease even the most stressful of days, and for Spencer as well. Through physical application they discover just how well, as the months pass them by. Through the Christmas holidays, a hard time for the Hotchners because it was always Haley鈥檚 favorite time of year, resulting in many a late night phone call that goes far beyond when even Spencer should have fallen asleep. On past New Years, and Spencer鈥檚 mom鈥檚 birthday in late January -- another hard time -- where the younger man confided in Hotch that his mother is permanently institutionalized with paranoid schizophrenia. Something he never shares with anyone, if he can help it, but a large part of his life he knows he wants Hotch to be aware of now. After all this time. They help each other through each and every instance, are there through the thick and thin of it, solidifying a trust that appeared as naturally as everything else about them.
And with it鈥 the feelings grow. So much stronger than before.
And although their phone calls stay more tame than not, they do revisit the hushed tones and quiet gasps that they had lapsed into that night in Wyoming -- and they were getting very good at it.
But with the new development of spoken conversations as well as through text is so much more than just the sexual progression, that鈥檚 not how this all started. There鈥檚 a companionship there that transcends all the multimedia facets they explore.
Spencer becomes one of the most important people in Hotch鈥檚 life. And Hotch is Spencer鈥檚鈥 whole world, outside of Caltech. They mean so much to each other, have blended together through time and distance and millions of words and messages. It鈥檚 really a wonder that more people don鈥檛 know about their relationship. Private as they are, each in their own right, they hold a place in each other鈥檚 days and nights and thoughts at all times.
Once winter gives way to spring, and March bleeds into the calendar, Spencer mentions one night that it鈥檚 been exactly one year since Hotch had emailed him on that first case. An anniversary of sorts.
How had it been a whole year, already, and still felt so brand new?
And yet, neither man can even remember what their life was like before they鈥檇 met. How could they possibly have gotten through the day, and not have it speckled with those little moments of conversation? Filling the spaces where they hadn鈥檛 even realized they鈥檇 been lonely. Had no idea what they were missing, until they had it in their hands.
It鈥檚 a day in mid-March that finds the BAU oddly quiet. Everyone is home, for the most part: no urgent cases, no pending interviews, just mountains of paperwork and yearly evals paired with recertifications to keep them occupied. Rossi even takes the week off to go attend a convention in L.A. where one of his books is being featured, again. Hotch doesn鈥檛 bother to try and fight him on it, there鈥檚 really no need with everything seeming in a lull for the time being.
But, since one person got the week off, naturally everyone else starts to take it easier as well. Procrastinating by taking frequent snack and coffee breaks, sitting at each other鈥檚 desks in the bull pen and generally goofing around -- not getting much work done at all. Hotch can see his team, or most of them, from his office where he has been finishing up some reports that really should have been completed by the group horsing around all morning.
But it鈥檚 such a comforting sight, smiles and laughs in the place where they confront violence and depravity at all hours of the day. His team deserves a break, he decides, so Hotch finishes his report as if he can鈥檛 see the team out of the corner of his eye, and checks his phone again while waiting for a reply from Spencer. The professor has also been dealing with procrastination among his own students, the majority resorting to messing around in the labs instead of actually getting their work done like they should. The situational parallel alone enough to make Hotch bite back a smile that would be too much in plain view; not wanting to reveal that he is taking his work at his leisure, as well, that day.
鈥淕arcia!鈥 Prentiss calls as she walks past Hotch鈥檚 office door, always left open for easy access by his agents, and so he can hear the goings on of the BAU floor. 鈥淭here鈥檚 some kind of alarm going off in your office? I鈥檝e never heard it before.鈥
鈥淲hat does it sound like? Is it the Doctor Who theme, or kind of 鈥楳ission Impossible鈥-y,鈥 she asks as she relinquishes Morgan鈥檚 chair (which she had commandeered over an hour ago) and makes her way through the maze of desks. 鈥淥h! Or is it the 007 music? I鈥檝e been waiting for a message from our BAU friends abroad--鈥
鈥淣o, no this kind of sounds like an air raid siren.鈥
Garcia鈥檚 face drops, and never has Hotch seen that look on her face before. She spins on her leopard print heels and is hurrying back across the bull pen as fast as those four inch stilettos will allow.
鈥淏aby girl, what is it?鈥
鈥淣o one panic! Not until I get there!鈥 she calls back, with an edge of franticness in her voice that creates the exact opposite reaction she is calling for. Morgan looks up to Hotch, who is already out his door and following after the tech analyst, and they share a look of affirmative action. Whatever it is that has her worked up, it can鈥檛 be good.
It鈥檚 always on the quiet days. He should have known.
鈥淢organ, get the jet prepped if it鈥檚 available. Prentiss--鈥 Hotch spins and points at her still on the high rise as he makes his way towards the elevators. 鈥淏e on standby for communication. JJ鈥檚 not due back until next week.鈥 He had finally gotten her negotiated back from the State Department (and the Pentagon, too, he had cashed in quite a few big favors for that one), and Garcia has done a good job covering for her the past year and a half. But it would be so nice to have Agent Jearau back and running the place once more like the well oiled machine it is.
Especially when he needs her, like right now.
鈥淭alk to me, Garcia,鈥 Hotch demands, slipping into the elevator beside her before the doors can close. 鈥淲hat does that alert mean?鈥
She looks only mildly nervous, but the panic bleeds through now that they鈥檙e closed off from the rest of the team. 鈥淚t鈥檚 a friends and family alert I customized, for if a 911 call or emergency is issued around someone important to us.鈥 She looks at him through her red rimmed glasses and Hotch can plainly see in her expression that it has been a while since this particular alert has gone off. 鈥淚 have it linked to everyone鈥檚 homes, homes of family, old team members, schools for the kids, places of work. And the parameters are narrowed down pretty specifically, after I was getting alerts every other day in Chicago around Morgan鈥檚 mom鈥檚 house. That neighborhood is going downhill fast.鈥 The elevator dings and they make their way to Garcia鈥檚 office, Hotch already pulling his phone out and texting Jessica to see if she鈥檚 alright and if Jack got to school okay.
鈥淪o could this be another false alarm?鈥 he asks, keeping his voice steady and calm to counter her franticness. His deep tone seems to remind her to breathe evenly until they find out what caused the alert. Which is, indeed, going off like an old fashioned air raid siren, circa the London Blitz.
Garcia spins into her swivel chair, custom-ordered and much more comfortable looking than even his in his home office. With a few seconds of rapid-paced typing the alarm goes quiet and she is pulling up the details of the alert.
鈥淲here is it?鈥
鈥淐alifornia,鈥 she says, still waiting for zeroed in coordinates and police reports.
鈥淩ossi?鈥 Hotch asks, remembering the man is in L.A. at a conference, and the chance a bomb has gone off there is slim to none, but the chance of criminal activity in the vicinity is statistically high.
鈥淣ot quite, a little further Northeast --鈥 she trails off, and Hotch feels his stomach drop just as Garcia鈥檚 eyes go wide at the report appearing on the screen. 鈥淧asadena. CalTech.鈥
His phone is in his hand and calling Spencer鈥檚 number before she finishes speaking.
The tone rings once, twice, 鈥淐鈥檓on, Spencer, pick up,鈥 he mutters, his tone no longer even or calm.
鈥淭he number you have called is out of service. Please contact your local provider for maintenance requests or inquiry--鈥
鈥淎ll phone lines are down around the campus,鈥 Garcia tells him over the automated voice in his ear. 鈥淭hey were knocked out by an explosion at one of the science labs.鈥 A few more seconds of typing, creating a tension filled backdrop that can鈥檛 be good for his heart. 鈥淚n the鈥 Physics and Engineering Complex, building 254--鈥
鈥淭hat鈥檚 Spencer鈥檚 building. Garcia patch me through, I don鈥檛 care to who or where. I鈥檓 calling Dave.鈥
鈥淩oger, Roger,鈥 Garcia complies as Hotch turns and paces the room, a dial tone once again ringing in his ear. Los Angeles is only a 20 or 30 minutes drive from Pasadena, depending what side of the city one was on. No matter which way he looked at it, Rossi was the person most likely to get there first.
He has to call twice to get the man to pick up.
鈥淧lease tell me we don鈥檛 have a case.鈥 Rossi sounds as self-suffering as ever, and Hotch barrels right over his premature complaints.
鈥淣o. I need you to get to CalTech as soon as possible,鈥 Hotch tells him, straightforward as he can be. 鈥淎s in right now.鈥
If there鈥檚 one thing he鈥檚 learned from phone conversations with Spencer, it鈥檚 how to tell that someone is making a gesture or facial expression from just the slightest nuances of sound. That鈥檚 how he can hear Rossi smirk on the opposite end of the call, and years of friendship cast a pretty clear picture of it.
鈥淪omething to do with Dr. Reid, I鈥檓 guessing?鈥 he deduces, and sounds so smug about it Hotch has to resist rolling his eyes. 鈥淵鈥檏now, until that case in Wyoming I鈥檇 thought you had stumbled upon some hidden virtual dating line within the FBI consultant network, but I have to say I鈥檓 still stuck between the 鈥榝riend of a friend鈥 scenario or--鈥
鈥淒ave.鈥 Hotch snaps, short and concise. 鈥淭here鈥檚 been an explosion at the CalTech physics lab, and all communication has been knocked down. I need you to get over there and find Dr. Ried and --鈥
He stalls, realizing he hadn鈥檛 gotten that far yet. Hotch just needed to know Spencer hadn鈥檛 been in that explosion, that he wasn鈥檛 being rushed to a hospital, he needed to know what was going on and Rossi was his only chance at finding it out. Nosey, means well, but always in his business friend that he is.
鈥淛ust, make sure he鈥檚 okay?鈥 Hotch says, and his voice changes a little on the last syllable. Opens up a window to something more vulnerable, because damn it all he鈥檚 worried and Hotch schools that cadence in his voice as quickly as it reveals itself. 鈥淚鈥檓 sure there鈥檚 a swarm of police presence there but all cell service is offline and I can鈥檛 get a hold of him.鈥 聽
Rossi doesn鈥檛 answer, just waits patiently as if there鈥檚 more to say.
Because of course there鈥檚 more to say. Hotch just hadn鈥檛 planned on saying it in such a plain context.
鈥淵es, it鈥檚 Dr. Reid I鈥檓鈥 seeing. Dating. I just need to know he鈥檚 alright.鈥 The carefully controlled tone of his voice threatens to break apart, but Rossi nor Garcia would know that listening to him. Aaron Hotchner has had a lot of practice dealing with grace under pressure, and even his loved ones in danger under pressure -- last time had been devastating. This time, not just yet, but going through it twice is not something he is looking to experience.
鈥淥kay, alright,鈥 Rossi tells him, as if he鈥檇 somehow been hysterical about it and Hotch frowns at his phone. 鈥淚鈥檓 walking to my car now.鈥 Those questions Rossi wants to ask hang unanswered between them, and Hotch doesn鈥檛 know if he has the patience for them at that moment. 鈥淎nything I should know before I meet him?鈥
Rossi is not slick, like he thinks he is. Hotch has known him far too long to not know what he鈥檚 doing, baiting the question without asking it. Hotch pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs long and drawn out before answering.
鈥淗e鈥檚 young.鈥
鈥淚 gathered,鈥 Rossi deadpans. 鈥淎nd--?鈥
鈥淗e鈥檚 very young.鈥
鈥淎s in scandalous young? You鈥檙e turning into me.鈥
Hotch snorts. 鈥淗e has 5 Ph.D.鈥檚 and runs three departments. I think our side-by-side comparison weighs in my favor.鈥
鈥淪o鈥 how young is young?鈥
鈥淒ave, don鈥檛 make this a thing,鈥 Hotch all but begs the older man, now sounding as self-suffering as Rossi had when he鈥檇 answered the phone.
鈥淥h -- that bad?鈥
He鈥檚 not going to drop it. Hotch can hear cars and the sounds of a parking garage echoing through the background, and the last thing he wants is for Rossi to stall -- holding his assistance hostage while Hotch stands there and worries about if Spencer is okay or hurt or dead because Rossi can also be an asshole at the worst of times.
鈥... He鈥檚 30.鈥
鈥 30? As in three-zero, 30?鈥
Hotch frowns further. 鈥 You鈥檙e judging me?鈥 They both remember the 20-something barely in grad school from Greg Peterson鈥檚 wedding four years ago, Hotch doesn鈥檛 even have to bring it up or remember her name to make Rossi scoff in answer.
鈥淵es, but that鈥檚 me. This is you.鈥 Rossi pauses, and if he鈥檚 stopped outside his car without getting inside of it Hotch will reach through the phone and strangle him like an old-school looney tunes cartoon.
鈥 Don鈥檛 bring it up to him, Dave. I swear -- just, make sure he鈥檚 alive. Please.鈥
鈥淵es, yes, I鈥檒l check on your scandalously young boyfriend and call when I can,鈥 Rossi tells him. Almost too easy, despite the struggle it took to get there that鈥檚 making a headache build behind Hotch鈥檚 eyes.
鈥淭hank you.鈥
鈥-- But we鈥檙e talking about this later.鈥
鈥淣o, we aren鈥檛.鈥
鈥淥h, yes we are.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 hanging up.鈥 Which is exactly what he does, Rossi鈥檚 low, smug laughter echoing down the line before he can disconnect the call. Hotch turns back to Garcia, who gives him a grimace of a smile and a shrug. 鈥淭hat went about how I expected.鈥
鈥淚 actually thought it would be worse,鈥 she tells him with a laugh, and Hotch can鈥檛 help but agree. 鈥淣o communication yet, but there hasn鈥檛 been an ambulance sent out from the site, as of two minutes ago. So that鈥檚 good news, right?鈥
鈥淵es,鈥 Hotch answers, even though his mind whirls at all the reasons it could be bad news and still fit that scenario.
He鈥檒l just have to wait until Rossi makes it to Pasadena, finds Spencer, and can re-enter the land of cell service once more.
However long that might take.
Spencer sighs through his nose as he helps the paramedic hold one of his doctoral students still, applying burn treatments to their scalded arm as the young man babbles a stream of nonsense that might have been some kind of explanation. At least it was a form of apology, but Spencer isn鈥檛 the one he needs to apologize to.
鈥淚鈥檓 so sorry, Dr. Reid,鈥 the 22-year-old sobs, wincing at the paramedic鈥檚 medical application once more. 鈥淲e didn鈥檛 think it would combust, we didn鈥檛 account for--鈥
鈥淭he parameters of extra weight and testing it outside experimental procedures, I know Jesse,鈥 Spencer sighs, wiping at his own face and smudging more soot there as he does. His clothes are covered in it, and damp as well from the building sprinklers. He does everything in his power to not think about his books in his office, or his half written papers and experiments he鈥檚 been conducting personally -- or any of his students鈥 work. Years of experiments and dissertations and data, gone up in flames if the fire spreads beyond the lab.
He had sealed in the fire as best he could, they have safety protocols in place for this very thing after all, but not everyone had their data backed up. And then with the cell tower knocked out with the explosion, and the landlines a mess from the electromagnetic currents running rampant through the campus, there鈥檚 no saying what protocols were still online to keep the whole building from going up in smoke.
鈥淚鈥檓 still so sorry, I didn鈥檛 mean for it to happen,鈥 the poor kid feels terrible, that much is obvious, and the pain stimuli doesn鈥檛 help his emotional state. Hence why Spencer is consoling him before he has to go convince his other doctoral students that life is still worth living if they have to start from scratch on their dissertations.
鈥淗e doesn鈥檛 seem to be exhibiting any smoke inhalation symptoms that aren鈥檛 severe. But I鈥檓 still going to take him to get checked at the E.R,鈥 the paramedic relays as she finishes up with his burn wounds.
鈥淲e have to wait until we鈥檙e clear to leave the scene, it鈥檚 a science lab there鈥檚 too many unknown chemicals and variants,鈥 Spencer tells her with no room for argument. His student, Jesse Simmons, was still having a very severe freak out -- and Spencer was doing his best to console him so he has more information on the explosion, but it鈥檚 been a while since he had to use any kind of bedside manner training outside a classroom. 鈥淛esse, I need you to try and breathe evenly, and tell me if anything doesn鈥檛 seem right.鈥
鈥淧retty sure I鈥檓 hallucinating,鈥 Jesse tells him, dazed and manic and in shock all at once.
鈥淵eah, that would do it,鈥 the paramedic murmurs under her breath, sharing a look with Dr. Reid.
鈥淲hat are you seeing?鈥 Spencer asks.
鈥淒avid Rossi.鈥
鈥淭he true crime author?鈥 The paramedic asks in confusion. Spencer can鈥檛 help but be in agreement at it鈥檚 randomness.
鈥淵es, you should take him in. I鈥檒l see if the hazmat teams have decontaminated the lab yet and take a look around for what he might have inhaled--鈥
鈥淚s one you Dr. Reid?鈥
They all look up and there, in broad daylight, is a famously familiar face watching them expectantly in a black and grey suit.
The paramedic is the first to speak.
鈥淗oly shit, it鈥檚 David Rossi.鈥
Spencer blinks, running mental cognizant tests to make sure he鈥檚 not out of sorts. But mass hallucinations wouldn鈥檛 apply as a side effect, here, so he clears his throat and tucks hair behind his ear -- no doubt smudging more soot on his face but he needs to look at least a little bit put together like the department head he is.
鈥淯m -- yes, hi, I鈥檓 Dr. Reid,鈥 he tells the older man, fully turning towards him only to be met by mild surprise. Mild only in that Mr. Rossi appears to be a very subdued man. But his eyebrows raise, looking him over openly, and Spencer has to fight the urge not to scowl. He hates being judged for his age more and more with each passing day -- Hotch has brought that out in him, and the ever looming day that they get the chance to meet. 鈥淗ow can I help you Mr. Rossi? I don鈥檛 usually shake hands, but I鈥檓 also covered in--鈥 he gestures to the soot and ash covering his suit. Or what鈥檚 left of it. There鈥檚 singe marks on his pants and his jacket is removed, never to return. The item a lost cause after he鈥檇 used it to shield Jesse鈥檚 face as he dragged him from the lab.
Mr. Rossi holds up a hand, indicating it鈥檚 no trouble -- not too fond of formal gestures and greeting, either, it seems -- and puts his hands in his pockets instead.
鈥淎aron sent me,鈥 is his answer, paired with a patient stare that observes every minute twitch of Spencer鈥檚 face and body language. He knows this easily, can see the profiler in him turned all the way up to 11, and suddenly -- Spencer can鈥檛 control his face or appearance in the slightest. Not after --
Aaron? As in--
The kid looks stricken, surprised with tinges of worry bleeding through.
鈥淗otch sent--鈥 his eyebrows knit together in confusion, looking in the direction of the fire crews still trying to put out the building behind them. The lab explosion is still a fresh occurrence, smoke streaming into the sky and no one even allowed to leave the scene, yet. Garcia must have gotten the alert the moment it happened.
鈥淧enelope has you on a friends and family list,鈥 Rossi explains. 鈥淪he is alerted as soon as there鈥檚 any trouble with anyone -- and the cell towers are down. Aaron called me as soon as he couldn鈥檛 get ahold of you. Probably pacing a hole in the floor of his office as we speak.鈥
There鈥檚 a fondness in the way one side of Dr. Reid鈥檚 lips tilt into a small, surprised smile, gaze far away as if trying to see 3,000 miles across the country. A complicated mix of touched that Hotch was worried about him, and sorry for worrying him in the first place -- although the moment he recognizes Rossi profiling him where he stands, he schools his expression into one hell of a poker face. Even Dave is impressed, the kid has some gumptcha about him after all.
鈥淗e moves fast,鈥 Dr. Reid murmurs, again fond and maybe a little embarrassed, heightened when Dave snorts and raises an eyebrow at him.
鈥淵ou would know better than me.鈥
Okay, so he might be trying to rile the man up, but Aaron is obviously head over heels for this kid and Rossi is nothing if not thorough in his scrutiny of his prospects.
The kid gapes at him, eyes narrowed again and about to say something when the paramedic interrupts them with, 鈥淒r. Reid, I just got the okay to take him to the hospital. Are you riding along?鈥 He turns and addresses her, as Rossi continues to profile him beneath the soot and damp. A slight thing, tall as Aaron is and dressed like a movie extra in a prohibition flick. Taking the academia style to a new extent, probably to counter his age if he鈥檚 had his doctorates as long as it looks like he has. What had Aaron said? Five Ph.D.鈥檚 and runs three departments, and he鈥檚 30? That鈥檚 not just a genius, that鈥檚 unprecedented. Dave is surprised no one from the bureau snatched him up while he was still young and impressionable.
鈥淛esse, just call or text if you need anything, I鈥檒l talk with the dean and try to get things at least marginally smoothed over,鈥 he assures the younger student, and they see off the ambulance as it pulls out of the over-crowded parking lot, sirens blaring. 鈥淚 apologize, this isn鈥檛 a common occurrence around here.鈥 He鈥檚 giving Dave his own appraising looks, now, and he can鈥檛 help but be amused as well as curious in his speculation. 鈥淵ou know Hotch -- Aaron, from the BAU, then?鈥 he phrases it like a question, but they both know the answer and Rossi lets the formality slide. The kid is used to speaking with people not on his level of perception, just intellect.
鈥淲e鈥檝e worked together off and on a long time,鈥 Dave tells him, face as open yet stoic as Dr. Reid鈥檚. 鈥淚鈥檝e known him since he was your age, fresh and green from the prosecutor鈥檚 office. He was running out of the Seattle field office, back then. Bright and eager thing that he was.鈥
That draws another smile to Dr. Reid鈥檚 face. The same soft, sentimental one that definitely looks smitten if Dave鈥檚 ever seen it. 鈥淚鈥檇 love to hear some of those stories,鈥 he admits, and Rossi nods slowly in agreement.
鈥淚鈥檓 sure you would.鈥 It comes off a little condescending, even he will admit, and that tugs a frown back onto the young doctor鈥檚 face. 鈥淚鈥檓 a good storyteller. Made a living off of it.鈥
鈥淚鈥檝e read all your books, I鈥檓 aware,鈥 Dr. Reid says, and there鈥檚 a tone in his voice that says Rossi need not be impressed that he鈥檚 done so. The kid must read a lot, if it causes such a small blip on his radar. 鈥淎nd from the eleventh chapter of your third book, as well as the seventh chapter and acknowledgements of your second one if I can be so bold to assume, you seem to have some underground ties with the Italian mafia as well. Unofficially.鈥
Okay, the kid is sharp.
鈥淯nofficially,鈥 Dave parrots, a tease of a smile on his face. Impressed. 鈥淒id you work that out on your own? Or would some of my鈥 old friends know of you if I mentioned your name?鈥
鈥淣ot unless they have ties in Vegas,鈥 he says cryptically, hands in his pockets and continuing to peak Rossi鈥檚 curiosity by the minute.
鈥淰egas? Got into trouble there one weekend?鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 from Vegas, born and raised,鈥 the kid reveals. 鈥淎nd I鈥檝e been banned from every casino floor for my card counting abilities and algorithms in poker and slot machine statistics.鈥
Vegas, huh. 鈥淲ell, that explains the poker face,鈥 Dave tells him, making a circular motion to his own which still mirrors Dr. Reid鈥檚 in not giving anything away.
Aaron picked a winner, it seems.
鈥淪o, is this is your version of鈥 what do they call it鈥 a 鈥榮hovel talk鈥?鈥
Dave decides to play the part. 鈥淵ou could say that.鈥
He pauses, then, the two having progressed through the equivalent of a verbal chess match and Rossi already has a highly different opinion of him than he had walking in. First impressions are a bitch, and apparently he is going to continue to be surprised. Dr. Reid licks his lips in a unique nervous tick and chooses his next words very carefully, if the prolonged quiet was anything to go by. 鈥淚鈥檓 glad Hotch has a friend like you, that treats him like family.鈥
鈥淗e is family.鈥 Dave would do anything for Hotch, and he is vehemently reminded of that in this moment. 鈥淚 love that man as if he were my own son, so you understand why I鈥檓 protective of him. After everything he鈥檚 been through, he doesn鈥檛 deserve another second of trouble, and he has been through enough for a lifetime. More than you could ever know.鈥
Dr. Reid crosses his arms then, his first tell, but it鈥檚 a purposeful one. His way of leveling with Dave about something they probably shouldn鈥檛 be speaking about in public like this, but Dave wanted to get the kid on his toes. Make him uncomfortable. He鈥檚 smart as a tack but does he have the heart to go with it? The kind that Aaron deserves?
鈥... I do know. We鈥檝e鈥 discussed it, a couple of times.鈥
鈥淩eally?鈥 The kids nods. 鈥淎ll of it? Foyet? Haley? Jack?鈥 He still nods. 鈥淪o you do know about Jack. You鈥檙e aware that Aaron isn鈥檛 just a one man show, he鈥檚 a package deal.鈥
鈥淥f course I know about Jack,鈥 Dr. Reid says with a more intense frown. 鈥淲e talk about him all the time. I鈥檝e even talked with him on the weekends here and there; he鈥檚 a sweet, smart kid. Hotch loves him more than anything, how could I not know about him?鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檝e spoken with Jack?鈥 Rossi is genuinely surprised by this. Aaron wouldn鈥檛 have introduced them if this was still an experimental thing. He鈥檚 only asking all the uncomfortable questions because they need to be asked, Dave worries about Aaron all the time and how lonely he鈥檚 been -- but the past months or even longer he鈥檚 been better. Happier. All because of this kid. Every sign and notion here is pointing towards this being a very serious thing -- and they haven鈥檛 even met.
The kid seems to read his mind, because he looks at least a little sheepish when he nods. 鈥淲e鈥檝e been talking for a year, now,鈥 as if that was somehow an explanation. And in a way, it is. A year is a very long time. Hotch trusts him enough to introduce him to his son, even over the phone, and that鈥檚 no small step. Rossi needs to at least appreciate that much.
鈥淪o -- genius, accomplished, good with kids. Seems like Aaron has struck gold, finding you.鈥
Dr. Reid is watching him again through squinted eyes, guard all the way up and frown ever so slight -- but more intense for it. Interesting. 鈥淚 can鈥檛 tell if you鈥檙e making fun of me or not.鈥
鈥淚 was, but not in a bad way,鈥 Dave explains, and that deepens the frown on the kid鈥檚 face. Although it loses a lot of the seriousness when he does. 鈥淚鈥檒l keep grilling you in the car.鈥
鈥--the car?鈥
鈥淵es. You鈥檝e been cleared to leave the scene, and I鈥檓 assuming you would like to chance clothes,鈥 he indicates to Reid鈥檚 ruined suit, the kid looking down at himself and trying to dust off some of the soot that has soaked into the fabric. 鈥淎lso, we should probably call Aaron before he has an aneurysm. Hmm?鈥
鈥淵eah, I suppose so.鈥 It鈥檚 clear he knows Dave鈥檚 game, but is going to play along with it anyway. He really looks uncomfortable in those dirty clothes. Dave has an inkling the kid might be a bit of a germaphobe, which will be interesting in a house with a six-year-old boy, but that鈥檚 counting the chickens before they hatch and Dave has quite a bit more profiling to do before he鈥檚 made a decision about this Dr. Spencer Reid.
Although, his gut is telling him that Aaron might have indeed struck gold, somehow.
It鈥檚 in Mr. Rossi鈥檚 rental car that Spencer finally enters a area with cell service, his phone buzzing in his hands from missed calls and voicemails and messages alike. Apparently, word had spread fast about the explosion in his building -- it was nice to know that so many people were worried about him.
But he ignores them all, and dials Aaron鈥檚 single missed call back. It barely rings more than once before the man picks up.
鈥淵ou are such a show off,鈥 Spencer scolds gently, with no heat but more than a little amusement. 鈥淵ou had David Rossi come and check up on me?鈥
鈥--Dave is actually an old friend of mine and we work together, he owes me more favors than I can count. Are you okay?鈥
鈥淵eah, I鈥檓 fine,鈥 Spencer assures him, quiet and enamored all over again. 鈥淥ne of my students miscalculated a calibration in their experimental combustion engine and it set the lab on fire. Everyone is out safe and the student suffered minor burns, although I鈥檓 pretty sure he鈥檚 getting suspended for this.鈥
鈥淏ut you are okay?鈥
鈥淲hen I saw him he looked a little like a chimney sweep, but he seems no worse for wear,鈥 Rossi says next to him, out of the blue and loud inside the car cab. Spencer winces as Hotch sighs heavily through the phone.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 have you on speaker, I swear,鈥 Spencer says quietly.
鈥淣o, Dave just has ears like a fox.鈥 The other man groans. 鈥淣o conversation is private, especially with him sitting right next to you. Hi Dave.鈥
鈥淗i Aaron, anyone else with you.鈥
鈥淚 am! Hi Dr. Reid,鈥 Garcia chirps cheerfully in the background, bringing another smile to Spencer鈥檚 face. 鈥淚鈥檓 glad you鈥檙e alright, sugar bean. You had us worried sick.鈥
鈥淚 know, I鈥檓 so sorry Ms. Garcia--鈥
鈥淪weetie, you better just start calling me Penelope because -- if Rossi didn鈥檛 tell you -- you鈥檙e on the BAU family radar now. I鈥檝e always got my eyes on you.鈥
Spencer laughs as her voice gets a little farther away, Hotch back to pacing the room and probably shooting her a look that doesn鈥檛 quite meet reprimand but is on the spectrum of scolding. He recognizes the tone from evenings when Jack is being over zealous in wanting his turn with Spencer on the phone.
鈥淲here are you now?鈥
鈥淢r. Rossi is just driving me home so I can change clothes, but I need to go right back afterwards and assess the damage,鈥 Spencer relays to him. 鈥淭alk some of my students off the ledge if they have to start their research dissertations over.鈥
鈥淥kay. Just, be careful.鈥 There鈥檚 such a heavy sense of worry and the frown so evident on his face that Spencer can鈥檛 help but want to smooth it out in any way he can.
鈥淥f course. I鈥檒l message you when we have cell service again, or when I get back home if we don鈥檛.鈥 It鈥檚 a needless assurance, but he hopes it helps ease Hotch鈥檚 still very obvious apprehension.
鈥淎lright, I鈥檒l call you later tonight.鈥
鈥淥kay, sounds good.鈥
There鈥檚 a heavier pause, then. An unspoken word or several that hang very prominently in the air, and Spencer almost thinks he hears Hotch鈥檚 mouth part around them -- about to speak before he stops himself. Spencer knows his brow furrows in confusion, his own mouth open about to ask if he鈥檚 alright when--
鈥-- Bye, Spencer.鈥
鈥... Goodbye.鈥 He adds, still confused, a little stunned and feeling like he鈥檚 missing something, which is not a place Spencer finds himself in often. Very suddenly lost in contemplation after Hotch hangs up, still looking at his phone.
Beside him, Rossi doesn鈥檛 look confused at all. In fact, he looks like something was just confirmed to him, and he makes a sound in his throat of affirmation.
鈥-- I think I hear church bells ringing.鈥
It takes Spencer more than a moment to understand what he鈥檚 indicating, and he has to tamper back any embarrassment or admonishment because鈥 it鈥檚 not like he hasn鈥檛 thought about it.
鈥淚鈥檇 settle for just hearing his voice across the room,鈥 he admits quietly, still cradling his phone in his hands and glancing out the window to keep any open-ness in his expression from the seasoned profiler.
鈥淗mm鈥 time will tell.鈥
Spencer stays deep in thought the rest of the drive, and Rossi blessedly leaves him be as they make their way through the streets of Pasadena.
They arrive at Spencer鈥檚 apartment complex not ten minutes later. A small series of two story white stone buildings with terracotta roofing, making it appear more like an Italian villa than temporary housing. Spencer explained, after Mr. Rossi inquired, that this was the faculty transitional housing, and he spent a lot of his doctorate years here since he had been too young to sign a lease on his own apartment or house. When he came of age, he just bought out his condo on the end to keep, as it had become more his home than Vegas had ever been. Then, when he returned after his doctorates at MIT he became somewhat of the permanent resident for everyone to turn to about anything on the campus.
鈥淗ow did you afford a condo at 18?鈥 Mr. Rossi inquires, and Spencer rolls his lips to keep any kind of smirk or smile off his face.
鈥淟ike I said, I was kicked out of every casino in Vegas. I also don鈥檛 have any student loan debt,鈥 he adds flippantly, unbuckling his seat belt once Rossi has parked outside. Turning to the older man, he decides to cut to the chase -- because he does really want to change his clothes. 鈥淚 assume you鈥檙e about to invite yourself in for coffee--鈥
鈥淥h? I thought you鈥檇 never ask.鈥
鈥淪o you can profile my living room while I change clothes? Sure, why not.鈥 How dangerous could that be?
It鈥檚 more than apparent that Mr. Rossi knows Hotch well, holds him in high regard, and if Hotch has him on speed dial at a moment鈥檚 notice he must be someone that鈥檚 important in Hotch鈥檚 life鈥 and he is also the first person that Spencer has met to fit that entitlement. As loathe as he is to admit it, Spencer finds craves the approval of the older man that he and Hotch are as good for each other as he hopes they are.
Maybe letting him poke around his apartment would help in that endeavor. After all, Spencer really doesn鈥檛 have anything to hide.
Dr. Reid鈥檚 apartment very much looks like the inside of a professor鈥檚 office, but extended to multiple rooms. There鈥檚 custom built bookshelves lining the walls of the living space, turning it into a library that is overflowing with books, and yet there are still more stacked in every room. In the kitchen against the backwash, in his actual office organized on low-rise shelves that hold collector鈥檚 editions even Dave raises an eyebrow at, and he doesn鈥檛 dare venture into the kid鈥檚 bedroom but he bets there鈥檚 even more books there as well. Art work from no known artists Rossi has ever heard of are framed on the walls, abstract things that are interesting and interpretive and probably belong to students (though not necessarily the doctor鈥檚 own), and there鈥檚 an absurd amount of coffee in his kitchen but at least the kid has taste.
His interests are varied, extensive, sophisticated, and yet -- in the corners he鈥檒l find vintage Doctor Who figurines, Halloween decorations, a well-worn chess set sun-bleached under the window seat, and Go set up in the library that looks like he鈥檚 playing himself. But the most lived in room is his office, and Dave has a very good inkling why. Besides the kid鈥檚 work literally being his life, as is shown by the doctorate degrees lining the walls there, his laptop is open and the keys near faded from typing, and Dave knows it鈥檚 from countless late nights talking with Aaron. Because Aaron鈥檚 work laptop that he takes home with him looks the exact same.
鈥淒id you learn anything?鈥 Dr. Reid asks, appearing in the doorway in corduroys and a sweater vest over a new button down and tie ensemble. The layering helps fill him out, make him look less willowy than he is, and he seems to have tried to tame his hair but it鈥檚 still a curled, disheveled mess from the sprinkler systems at the lab. The kind of disheveled people pay hundreds of dollars to get through product alone.
鈥淭hat you really, really like books.鈥
It鈥檚 such an absurd thing to say, and it takes the kid a beat but he laughs and there鈥檚 a set of dimples there on his face framing his wide smile and -- oh, Aaron is in trouble when he meets this kid.
鈥淯m, yes, astute observation.鈥
鈥淗ave you actually read all of them?鈥 Dave asks, peering into a glass china cabinet that鈥檚 been converted to hold very delicate first editions of Shakespeare and Proust and a few things that aren鈥檛 in English.
鈥淭hose I have, but the rest I haven鈥檛,鈥 Dr. Reid tells him, coming up on the other side of the desk and keeping a few feet between them. Allowing Rossi to continue to pick apart his life, indicating either some kind of power play or鈥 this kid really has nothing to hide that he thinks Dave won鈥檛 find. Or that Aaron doesn鈥檛 already know about. 鈥淲hen I was visiting Prague for a conference once I was invited to the French ambassador's house for dinner. He has a library even larger than mine, and I asked him the same thing. He told me, 鈥楴o, of course not, and I also haven鈥檛 sampled all the bottles in my wine cellar.鈥 鈥
Dave ticks his head to the side in thought, and can鈥檛 help but agree. 鈥淪mart man. A real library isn鈥檛 for showing off a collection, it鈥檚 for giving yourself options.鈥
鈥淎ll books are just waiting for the right time to be read, and I鈥檒l get to them all eventually,鈥 Dr. Reid shrugs, glancing around his office at titles that probably have been calling to him recently. 鈥淚 read very fast, and once I鈥檝e read them I either give them to people I think would enjoy them or I donate them.鈥
鈥淲hy not keep them? Won鈥檛 you want to read them again?鈥
鈥淣o need, I have an eidetic memory. I can recall everything I鈥檝e read verbatim,鈥 he says with a shrug, like it鈥檚 a common occurrence and Dave can鈥檛 help but stare at the kid. Who exactly was this guy?
鈥淲hy on Earth are you working at a university and not for a multi-million dollar think tank? Or for us? The bureau had to have contacted you at some point.鈥
鈥淥h, they did,鈥 Dr. Reid says with a half smile, glancing to the chess board under the window. Avoiding eye contact that lasts longer than a few moments. 鈥淛ason Gideon tried for months when I was at MIT, but I backed out at the last minute. Don鈥檛 think he鈥檚 ever forgiven me for it.鈥
鈥淭hat sounds like Jason,鈥 Dave mutters, recalling his old partner and what he would have thought of a boy genius that soaks up everything he reads like a sponge. Doctorates already under his belt and just waiting to be molded into the perfect successor. He would have been chomping at the bit. Dave had been much the same about Aaron, when he first met him.
There鈥檚 much to consider about this Dr. Spencer Reid, but there鈥檚 also a handful of things to be wary of.
The kid is impressive, that鈥檚 for sure -- but he鈥檚 buried into this villa like a tick, under a pile of books and very much is used to a bachelor鈥檚 life. Everything is impeccably neat, the amount of soap and hand sanitizer he鈥檚 found does indeed confirm his theories of him being a bit of a germaphobe, and although there is a lot of stuff around his apartment everything also has its place. Cluttered, but lived in and cared for. If he and Aaron were really going to try and be a thing, would he be surprised by Aaron鈥檚 more minimal approach to d茅cor? To his tendency to hold on to nostalgia items? Or the messiness of a young boy鈥檚 toys and children's amenities taking up all space and corners left unattended?
鈥淵ou sure you know what you鈥檙e doing?鈥 Dave asks, before he really thinks about it, and the beat of silence as Dr. Reid takes his question seriously is more comforting than he realized it would be.
鈥淣o. But, I don鈥檛 think either of us really do,鈥 Dr. Reid admits, leaning against his desk, thoughtful and honest. 鈥淲hat we have has... very much grown all on it鈥檚 own.鈥 And Dave believes him, he鈥檚 seen it happen first hand. How it鈥檚 affected Aaron so slowly and over such a span of time he almost didn鈥檛 notice it.
鈥淎nd the long distance thing works?鈥 Dave pries further, skepticism barely kept out of his voice but there enough he knows the kid can hear it. 鈥淵ou really have feelings for a man you鈥檝e never even met? Who you don鈥檛 even know?鈥
That gets the younger man鈥檚 attention, and not in the way Rossi thought it would. His gaze snaps up, shocked, and鈥 offended.
鈥淥f course I know him,鈥 he states, quiet and matter-of-fact. Light brown eyes as alight as they are defiant. 鈥淚 know him better than I know anyone. I just don鈥檛 know what he looks like, and that doesn鈥檛 matter. Not to me.鈥
Again, Rossi almost believes him. He sounds like he means it, in a near na茂ve sort of way, but Dave has been around the block a time or two and experience tells him differently.
鈥淟ooks always matter.鈥
The kid shrugs in response, not at all fazed by his stubbornness. 鈥淚 have a pretty accurate spoken description, if that eases your mind.鈥 And oh, does Dave want to unpack that one, but this isn鈥檛 the time to delve into it when he鈥檚 giving the kid the intellectual third-degree.
鈥淒oes he have one of you?鈥 he asks, accusing without specifications. Everyone always keeps a bit of themselves at bay, when speaking to another person, but if they were sharing physical descriptions then it sounds like those barriers are falling away bit by bit and there鈥檚 no knowing what Aaron has actually shared of himself to this kid.
His question creates a moment of unexpected pause.
鈥淵es? I mean, I cut my hair recently but I鈥檓 sure I mentioned it,鈥 he murmurs, suddenly a little concerned, and Dave almost finds himself laughing.
All the skeletons he could have in his closet, and the first time this kid鈥檚 face has cracked is at the thought he forgot to mention he cut his hair.
Okay, Dave is sort of laughing. In utter disbelief, because the genuine-ness of this kid is near overpowering. He鈥檚 factual, he鈥檚 private, but he鈥檚 not sinister or plotting anything and he鈥檚 definitely got the quiet, book worm thing going for him. Maybe Aaron did strike gold, after all.
鈥淩elax, kid, if a haircut is what you're most troubled about keeping from him I don鈥檛 think I have much to worry about.鈥 The array of emotions that crosses the younger man鈥檚 face is almost comical. The frown at Dave calling him kid, the embarrassment that he鈥檚 worried he kept anything at all from his better half, to relief -- relief that Dave has given him a stamp of approval. It hits him then that the kid views him almost literally as the father-figure he had claimed himself to be to the other agent, and this was his version of meeting the parents.
Well, then, better make it worth the stereotype.
鈥淛ust鈥 be careful with him,鈥 Rossi levels with him, and Dr. Reid gives him his utmost attention. Direct eye-contact and all. 鈥淒on鈥檛 break his heart, because I don鈥檛 know if he will have much left over if you do. After the past couple years, I never thought he鈥檇 be the same, but he鈥檚 come back into himself and I鈥檓 grateful to you for that.鈥 The softness in his face is palpable, and Dave knows the other man feels the weight of what he鈥檚 telling him. 鈥淏ut if you hurt him, I鈥檒l make what happens after look like an accident. Capisci? 鈥
Dr. Reid nods seriously, and answers him back in kind, 鈥淐apisco.鈥 The verb connotation actually catches Dave off guard, enough that his own expression finally softens into half a smile.
鈥淢olto buona.鈥
鈥淪o鈥 I talked with your boy toy.鈥
鈥淕od,鈥 Hotch groans, head tipping back and already regretting answering his phone in the middle of the afternoon. 鈥淒o not call him that.鈥
鈥淚 just dropped him off back at the lab, it鈥檚 still a mad house but he went in looking to set a lot of people straight so I think he鈥檒l be just fine.鈥
That鈥檚 a relief to hear, and Hotch feels his shoulders and spine begin to relax where they鈥檇 been tense and creating knots in his muscles for hours on end, ever since he鈥檇 been in Garcia鈥檚 office.
鈥淭hank you, Dave,鈥 he says, and means it more than he can really relay accurately. Rossi makes a sound of admonishment, passing it off as if he hadn鈥檛 made Hotch metaphorically bend over backwards to get him to go there. He can鈥檛 even imagine what the man had asked Spencer during their time alone together, but if anyone would get a good character assessment out of the interaction then it would be David Rossi.
The beat of silence is as heavy as it is long, and before Hotch can come up with something that doesn鈥檛 sound leading, Dave sighs and barrels over him.
鈥淕o ahead, ask what you want to ask.鈥
鈥...What did you think?鈥 Hotch鈥檚 words are low and careful, not entirely sure he wants Dave鈥檚 opinion but鈥 he鈥檚 actually met Spencer, now. The only person Hotch knows who has. 鈥淲hat鈥檚 he like?鈥
鈥淵ou know him better than I do, Hotch, and it鈥檚 obvious that you are head over heels for that kid. But if you really want to know what I think -- you are going to have your hands full, and you are going to fall hard and fast if you haven鈥檛 already.鈥
鈥淵eah, a little late for that,鈥 Hotch tells him, hints of a smile in his voice and on his face, and the response surprises even himself. There鈥檚 a lot of revelations that have hit him one after the other today, and they all seem to be pointing towards the same direction.
Rossi can鈥檛 seem to help but smirk at him down the line, an upbeat sound in reaction to Aaron鈥檚 own subdued happiness -- because his friend really is, finally happy -- and of course it鈥檚 in an impossible situation. Now Hotch has to scoff a laugh. That sounds just like him.
鈥淗e鈥檚 quite a looker, too,鈥 Rossi teases, baiting, and Hotch can鈥檛 help but scoff for a whole different reason, then.
鈥淎nd how would you know?鈥
鈥淚 can appreciate a handsome fella without being attracted to them.鈥
鈥淪ure, Dave,鈥 Aaron deadpans, not even wanting to humor the man.
鈥淟ittle too 鈥榩retty鈥 for my aesthetic, though--鈥
鈥淥-kay, thanks again Dave. Happy to have your stamp of approval.鈥 But he can鈥檛 help but wonder what 鈥榩retty鈥 is supposed to mean. 鈥淗ave fun at your conference, I鈥檓 sure you鈥檙e going to be late to the cigar room.鈥
鈥淲orth every missed minute to meet your mystery man.鈥
Hotch hangs up with a roll of his eyes, not sure how or why he picked up David Rossi as one of his close friends and not really finding much reason to keep him other than he has a whole lot of heart. But that鈥檚 always been reason enough. He turns with a half smile still on his face, and freezes when he sees Garcia in his doorway of his office, a secretive smile all her own on her neon bright pink lips. He doesn鈥檛 even reprimand her for sneaking up on him, just levels a look at her and mutters, 鈥淲hat?鈥
鈥淔or what it鈥檚 worth, he is very pretty,鈥 she out right smirks, coy and loving Hotch鈥檚 reaction as he narrows his eyes at her, brow furrowed and searching. 鈥淲hat? I ran his background check months ago, I know exactly what he looks like. And Rossi is right, you鈥檙e going to be so smitten, sir.鈥
Oh no, now the whole team is going to know.
鈥淚 think I鈥檓 going to take your word for it over his,鈥 Hotch admits, and relinquishes the smallest traces of a smile. Just for the tech analyst, and no one else. 鈥淭hanks, Garcia. For today, and for鈥 keeping an eye on him.鈥
鈥淎lways, sir,鈥 she tells him, biting back a too wide grin all her own. 鈥淚t鈥檚 good to see you happy again, I鈥檝e missed those dimples.鈥
鈥淩ight, on my way,鈥 she giggles, and leaves in a colorful flurry of clicking heels and retro skirts. 聽
Cell service doesn鈥檛 return that day to the CalTech campus, and although Hotch is acutely aware that Spencer is probably busy cleaning up the mess and wading through mountains of reactionary protocol and hazmat jurisdiction (he鈥檚 been there himself before, on cases with bioweaponry and science tech labs) he can鈥檛 help but feel like he鈥檚 holding his breath until later that evening. When Spencer finally messages him once he has the cell range to do so, letting him know he鈥檚 on his way home. Meaning Hotch had been left to his thoughts all afternoon and evening, awaiting the younger man鈥檚 presence once more.
And Hotch has had鈥 much to think about.
They never really talked about Hotch鈥檚 near death experience months ago, when Spencer had quite literally saved his life with just a phone call. Day in and day out Hotch is faced with dangerous situations, knows all the proper procedures and training to navigate them safely and effortlessly. But when it comes to the unexpected accidents? The ones that occur outside his sphere of influence and control, he doesn鈥檛 always quite handle them the way he should. Either shutting down entirely in order to regain that control, or drowning in the emotional turmoil it can cause.
It isn鈥檛 until he hears Spencer鈥檚 voice on the phone later that night, just past dusk for the other man in California, that he鈥檚 able to put all of this in order. Unpack it in a way that he can articulate and convey, because Spencer knows just from the way he greets him that something is wrong. Weighing heavily on his mind, and has been for hours on end.
鈥淚s it selfish of me to say I don鈥檛 like the idea of you in harm鈥檚 way?鈥 Hotch starts with a jesting, rhetorical thing that doesn鈥檛 quite hit any kind of punchline.
鈥淲ell, luckily for you, I鈥檓 not in the profession of dangerous scenarios,鈥 Spencer tells him, pointed and yet with an aim for comfort. Hotch supposes he had that one coming.
鈥淟ike me.鈥
鈥淟ike you. I always worry about you, although I know you鈥檙e more than capable.鈥
Hotch sighs, because he knows that Spencer puts up with this very situation constantly. Just as Haley had, when they鈥檇 been married, until she hadn鈥檛 been able to stand it any longer. 鈥淚 just鈥 don鈥檛 know what I would have done if you鈥檇 been hurt. Fly out there? Show up at the hospital, maybe -- that wouldn鈥檛 have been the greatest first impression, I鈥檓 sure.鈥
鈥淚鈥檇 be mortified if we met and I was in a hospital bed.鈥
鈥淵ou know I wouldn鈥檛 care.鈥
鈥淚 know.鈥 It鈥檚 Spencer鈥檚 turn to sigh. He鈥檚 exhausted from the events of the day, Rossi鈥檚 visit and interrogation, but having the older man still so attentive and caring on the other line has him warm with too many emotions and chemicals to name. Even though he can, composition and all: a warm bath of monoamines, dopamine, neopinephrine and serotonins flooding through him. All seeped in phenethylamine, which is well known for creating the chemical reactionary symptoms of鈥 well...
鈥淗otch, I鈥檓 okay,鈥 Spencer insists, soft and gentle, tenderness there he doesn鈥檛 give to just anyone. 鈥淚鈥檓 not going anywhere, I promise.鈥
There鈥檚 a long silence following that. It鈥檚 heavy and prominent, and Hotch keeps opening his mouth, the words wanting to come out but鈥 he doesn鈥檛 know if he should let them. A year鈥檚 worth of time and words piling up behind it until he isn鈥檛 sure he can really hold it back much longer.
鈥淗otch?鈥 Spencer asks, worried again. 鈥淲hat is it?鈥
Another long pause, a sigh that鈥檚鈥 weighed down with even more emotion than before, and Spencer feels his own breath catch as he waits.
鈥淚 love you.鈥
It鈥檚 said so profoundly, softly, it resonates through the phone and Spencer finds he can鈥檛 even breathe.
A series of heartbeats progresses, and despite every attempt he can鈥檛 find his voice again.
鈥淵ou don鈥檛 have to say it back, I just wanted you to know.鈥 聽
Spencer鈥檚 brain kickstarts into a mild panic, and words suddenly spill forth like a broken damn.
鈥淣o! No, it鈥檚 not that -- you have no idea how long I -- I just鈥︹
He鈥檇 had a plan, daydreams on daydreams, compounding and building and this wasn鈥檛 the moment he thought it would happen if it happened at all and Spencer finds himself near speechless with how it has appeared before him. Completely unprepared.
鈥淚 always thought鈥 hoped, that when I told you I would鈥 be saying it in person.鈥
Not through a phone. He wants one milestone that isn鈥檛 through the damn phone, his lifeline and his bane and what connects him to the man he can鈥檛 even imagine living without anymore.
Hotch makes a sound that鈥檚 more winded than vocal.
The thought of seeing Spencer in person sends a flurry of fluttering sensations through his chest and stomach, and Hotch can鈥檛 help the warm, soft smile on his face. Because between the lines, Spencer had already said it back, and that alone is enough to floor him. Spencer loves him, too, and he wants to say it to his face. He wants to meet. He鈥檚 thought about it, he was planning on it.
He wants --
鈥淭hen wait,鈥 Hotch tells him, reassuring and adoring and unbelievably smitten -- just like Garcia had said. 鈥淪ave it for then. I don鈥檛 mind the waiting.鈥
鈥淏ut I --鈥
鈥淚 know.鈥 Hotch all but sighs out the words, heavy and wonderful and full of promise. 鈥淚 do know, Spencer, and the knowing is enough. You can tell me when we鈥 when we meet.鈥
Some day. One day.
鈥淪oon. I promise.鈥
Spencer is鈥 not crying, he doesn鈥檛 cry. Hasn鈥檛 cried in years and years, the only time close had been those months ago when this wonderful man almost slipped through his fingers and out of his grasp, but his vision goes blurry and it has nothing to do with his glasses steaming up. He takes them off and rubs at them, clearing his throat so he doesn鈥檛 choke out his response. 鈥淥kay.鈥
The strain in those two syllables makes Hotch鈥檚 heart ache, and Spencer鈥檚 feels so tightly wound in his chest the heart-strings are more than binding. They hurt they ache so badly.
鈥淗ow can I miss you this much without ever having met you?鈥
鈥淚 miss you too,鈥 Hotch smiles, sadly.
鈥淢aybe that鈥檚 not the right word. We鈥檙e as close as we鈥檝e ever been, how can we miss a proximity we鈥檝e never experienced?鈥
鈥淚t feels like the right term, I don鈥檛 have another way to describe it. That鈥檚 your area of expertise, I believe.鈥
Spencer huffs a humorless laugh, curled up on his couch and realizes he wants to hear Hotch say it again. Wants those low tones in his ear reminding him why they are doing this. Knowing he has no right to ask that of Hotch when he won鈥檛 even return the favor.
Then Hotch breathes out happily, slowly, and says it anyway. 鈥淚 love you.鈥
Spencer smiles and exhales in relief, a mix of a laugh and a strangled sob. 鈥淵ou always know.鈥
鈥淚 can hear you fretting through the phone--鈥
鈥淥h yeah? Any ideas to get me to stop?鈥 he jokes, half kidding, because he feels like he鈥檚 shaking out of his skin and he can鈥檛 pinpoint the source.
鈥...One,鈥 Hotch says with an amused lilt.
A slow pause. 鈥--What are you wearing?鈥
Spencer burst into laughter, high and hysterical, and relief floods through him. He bites his lip as he hears Hotch chuckle quietly in turn, and then answers the older man in the same teasing lilt -- bordering on coy. 鈥淪till in my work clothes. Actually鈥 I was just about to get undressed.鈥
鈥淗mm, lucky me.鈥
鈥淚 was going to change, Hotch,鈥 he laughs in reprimand.
鈥淥h, there鈥檚 no need for that鈥︹
And they dissolve into quiet laughter once more, perfectly timed and blended and the most wonderful sound in the world.
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Izuku Midoriya x Reader
Prompt: Fake dating聽
Plot: You鈥檙e fairly new to being in the public eye within the hero community. You鈥檙e brought a proposition to up your popularity to not only join an agency, but also to date the one who created the agency, Deku. You both end up falling for each other聽
Requested: Nope. I actually am gonna start up a series with this prompt, so Deku was first in line! 聽聽
Quirk: Siren - You can use your voice in song and anyone who hears is completely under your control. Your voice does have a wide range from which it can be heard. However, you can not control who it affects until they are under your control which then you can release only those you wish to release. 聽聽
Warnings: There is some cursing in this鈥 but that鈥檚 it鈥 I think聽 聽 聽
A/N: Just wanted to make the comment that all the pictures and things on all my posts are mine. 聽聽
I walked into the tall building 鈥渕anager鈥 in toe. I had hired someone to assist me with the matter of this contract鈥. She was also going to assist me in鈥 the other matter at hand.聽
I鈥檇 be lying if I said I wasn鈥檛 nervous. This wasn鈥檛 something I usually did. I wasn鈥檛 the best public face which is why this offer was brought to me. I still felt my stomach doing flips just from thinking about the initial call I got about this proposition. 聽聽
鈥淗ello,鈥 a bright voice rang out from the front desk. 鈥淵ou must be (Y/N), it鈥檚 so great to have you.鈥澛
I walked over to the desk where she had stood up and extended her hand for me to shake. I shook it giving her a polite smile. 聽聽
鈥淭hanks,鈥 I chimed. 鈥淚 brought along my um鈥 manager, to assist me today. I hope that鈥檚 ok.鈥澛
鈥淭hat鈥檚 fine,鈥 the lady was beaming. 鈥淚鈥檓 Ichika, I believe that the boys are ready for you whenever.鈥 聽聽
鈥淎lright, let鈥檚 not keep them waiting then,鈥 I shrugged.聽
鈥淔ollow me,鈥 Ichika smiled motioning for us to follow her down the hallway behind her. 聽聽
I walked down the hallway with her making sure Yui was following. We came to a stop in front of a very large door. Ichika knocked on the door. There was a voice on the other side that answered. Ichika opened the door and motioned us both in before closing the door behind us. 聽聽
I had to admit it felt a little surreal. I looked and there was Deku and another man sitting at a desk. I was a bit star struck. Even though I worked as a hero others chose not to work with me often since I had a bit of a mind control quirk. They didn鈥檛 want to lose an ounce of their conscious mind while in battle, and I understood that.聽
鈥淐-come on in and make yourself comfortable,鈥 Deku said looking just as nervous as I felt. 聽聽
鈥淭hanks,鈥 I smiled moving to sit in a chair across from him at his desk. 聽聽
鈥淲ell, we need to go over some of the details of the contract as well as the specifications of the public appearance,鈥 the other man in the room spoke breaking through the awkward air that filled the room.聽
The details of the contract were pretty basic. I would sign a contract for a year with the agency. I would be in a better public eye by being a part of one of the best agencies, and I was a great hero. Everyone was benefiting from this. The details of the other matter at hand鈥 those were a bit different.聽
聽Deku and I were going to have to be seen more and more in public together and ensure that we were acting as a couple. We would start out small with basic dates and then upgrade to things like hand holding, hugs, and eventually kiising. We needed to be the power couple that took media by storm.聽
鈥淚 know that it sounds uncomfortable, but I can assure you it will become second nature to the both of you,鈥 the man spoke. 聽聽
鈥淎t least we can get to know each other on our dates,鈥 I shrugged giving Deku a small smile. 聽聽
鈥淭his will help your public appearance greatly,鈥 Yui beamed at me. 鈥淵ou being seen with the top hero will make others love you.鈥澛
鈥淚 don鈥檛 understand why you have such a negative appearance,鈥 Deku blushed. 聽
鈥淵ou鈥檙e a really great hero who has really proven herself. I was ecstatic you accepted our offer.鈥 聽聽
鈥淭hat should be just about everything,鈥 the man spoke. 鈥淛ust sign all of that paperwork and we鈥檙e done here.鈥澛
鈥淎lright,鈥 I chimed taking the papers and beginning to sign them all. 聽聽
This was the thing that was going to save my career. I was doing this for my dream.聽
The next few weeks were filled with coffee and dinner dates with Deku. We were getting very acquainted with each other. We started being seen much more out and about together, and we were even starting to hold hands and hang on each other while we were out.聽
Deku had been invited to the a very important charity party which he asked me to be his plus one. I of course accepted. 聽聽
I was currently getting ready for Deku to pick me up. I slipped on a very tight silk red dress that hugged all my curves perfectly which I paired with a set of gorgeous black heels with red soles. My hair was done perfectly, and my makeup was beautiful. I felt and looked stunning. 聽聽
Knock! Knock! Knock!聽
Even though we were only dating for the cameras Deku always insisted on being a gentleman. He was very sweet in that way. He always picked me up for our 鈥渄ates鈥.聽
I went and opened the door revealing a very nicely dressed Deku. He had on a very classic black tux with a silk red tie that matched mine. His hair was still wavy, but you could tell that he had attempted to style it so it was manageable. Damn鈥 he looked really good. 聽聽
鈥淵-you鈥 you look鈥 amazing,鈥 Deku commented in awe. 聽聽
鈥淭hanks,鈥 I blushed. 鈥淵ou clean up pretty nice, yourself.鈥澛
We both stood there for a moment just admiring the views that we had of each other. 聽聽
鈥淲ant to come in?鈥 I asked realizing how odd this probably was. 鈥淚鈥檓 ready just have to grab my bag.鈥澛
鈥淪ure,鈥 Deku said while walking in behind me. 聽聽
鈥淚 would say sorry for the mess, but it was worse last week,鈥 I giggled remembering the events of last week.聽
Deku being nice and always coming to get me he had seen my house in pretty bad condition. Sometimes hero work got the best of me and I neglected cleaning. It wasn鈥檛 something I was proud of, but Deku actually helped me pick up a bit. Part of the reason it had gotten so bad was because when I wasn鈥檛 working I would have to be out going on dates or just being seen with him. 聽聽
鈥淚t鈥檚 not even messy,鈥 Deku waved me off.聽
I walked back to my bedroom to grab my purse. I had just picked out a super small clutch bag. I didn鈥檛 want to be carrying around a bunch of things all night. I walked back into the living room to Deku fumbling with something. 聽聽
鈥淪orry,鈥 I said trying not to scare him since he wasn鈥檛 paying attention. 鈥淣eed to keep a few things handy tonight.鈥澛
鈥淵ou want me to carry everything instead?鈥 Deku asked giving me a genuine smile before getting excited. 鈥淚 have these extra pockets in my jacket.鈥 聽聽
I giggled at his enthusiasm, 鈥淣o, you don鈥檛 have to do that.鈥澛
鈥淚 want to,鈥 Deku shrugged walking over to me and taking my clutch from me before taking all the contents of it and placing the few items in his various pockets. 鈥淭here.鈥 聽聽
鈥淭hanks,鈥 I smiled up to him and kissed his cheek.聽
I hated to admit it, but I had really taken a liking to Deku. I mean we had spent so much time together. He was really cute and nice. I just knew he was in it for the ranking as well. 聽聽
Recently Deku was being one upped by a new up and coming hero. His popularity numbers began falling, so he needed something to boost his rankings. After talking to many people about it the overall consensus was clear. He needed to put someone extremely controversial in his life. 聽聽
鈥淥h,鈥 Deku had a realization. 鈥淚 almost forgot I got you something.鈥澛
鈥淵ou didn-鈥 I began. 聽聽
鈥淚 know I didn鈥檛 have to,鈥 Deku started taking out a small box which he opened to reveal a gorgeous necklace and earring set. 鈥淚 remember a while back you telling me that you didn鈥檛 have much fancy jewelry, so I got you this set for tonight鈥. I-I uh I hope you like them.鈥澛
鈥淚t鈥檚 beautiful,鈥 I awed. 聽聽
Deku walked behind me taking the necklace out of the box, 鈥淛ust like you,鈥 he breathed barely above a whisper next to my ear.聽
A shiver went down my spine as he reached around me with the necklace. His hands tickled the back of my neck as he clasped the necklace on me. I set it straight on my chest. Deku walked to face me and picked up the box to hand me the earrings. I put them in and stood back. 聽聽
鈥淲hat do you think?鈥 I asked twirling for him. 聽聽
鈥淪tunning,鈥 he breathed.聽
I just giggled a bit as I held out my hand, 鈥淪hall we go make our first big public appearance as a couple?鈥 聽聽
鈥淟et鈥檚 go,鈥 he said taking my hand firmly in his. 聽聽
Deku was driving. He walked in front of me to grab the passenger door for me. I stepped in and sat down uttering a small thanks. He shut the door for me and walked over to his door and plopped himself down.聽
鈥淵ou remember everything for tonight?鈥 I asked. 聽聽
鈥淵eah,鈥 Deku smiled reassuringly at me while pulling off to the venue.聽
鈥淐an I ask you something?鈥 I said stomach doing flips. 聽聽
鈥淪ure,鈥 Deku said concern laced through his voice.聽
鈥淗ave you seen any of the news articles and fan pages, yet?鈥 I asked. 聽聽
鈥淪ome of them, why?鈥 he asked now there was more curiosity than anything. 聽聽
鈥淲ell, it鈥檚 been rumored that tonight the press is going to try and get us to kiss for the cameras.鈥澛
鈥淥h, well, how do you feel about that?鈥 聽聽
鈥淚 mean, I knew we would have to do it eventually.鈥澛
鈥淚f you鈥檙e comfortable with it so am I. I鈥檒l follow your lead鈥 unless you want me to step in for you鈥.鈥 聽聽
鈥淚鈥檓 ok with it, I think. I mean, we both knew we would be here eventually. It鈥檚 been months and we haven鈥檛 been seen or caught kissing yet.鈥澛
鈥淚f you change your mind you may want to let me know now.鈥 聽聽
As Deku spoke he pulled to the front of the venue. Crowds of fans and media were just outside lining the entrance. My stomach lurched at the sight, but I held it together well.聽
鈥淩eady?鈥 he asked. 聽聽
鈥淩eady as ever,鈥 I replied smiling dearly at him.聽
Deku got out of the car stopping for a moment to talk to the valet. I sat in the car waiting for him to open my door for me as I always did. Once he was finished he walked over and opened my door making sure to stand in front of me and extend his hand to help me out. 聽聽聽
I stepped out of the car and looked at the intimidating sea of people before me. I was in shock at how many people were there. I also took note of all the other heroes walking in and stopping for pictures and autographs. I was star struck even though I was one of the main events they were here for.聽
鈥淐ome on,鈥 Deku said holding out his arm for me to take. 聽聽
鈥淐oming,鈥 I smiled sweetly ready to put on the dating front.聽
I grabbed his arm and walked down the blocked off walkway. I noticed I could feel Deku鈥檚 muscles through his suit jacket鈥 wow鈥. 聽聽
鈥淲ow,鈥 I breathed out. 聽聽
鈥淵eah, it is pretty amazing,鈥 Deku chimed waving to a group of fans before walking in their direction.聽
I followed staying wrapped around his arm while he talked to fans and even signed autographs. Feeling his muscles move under my hand I found myself tracing them. 聽聽
鈥淵ou ok?鈥 Deku asked beginning to turn around and walk away from the group of fans.聽
鈥淵eah,鈥 I beamed. 鈥淲hy?鈥 聽聽
鈥淵ou started rubbing my arm,鈥 Deku shrugged. 鈥淚 didn鈥檛 know if you were trying to subtly get my attention.鈥 聽聽
鈥淥h,鈥 I blushed. 鈥淚 was um鈥 I was just feeling your muscles,鈥 I admitted.聽
鈥淥h,鈥 Deku nervously chuckled while walking up to some media members. 聽聽
鈥淜iss!鈥 聽聽
鈥淜iss for the cameras!鈥澛
鈥淚t鈥檚 what the people want!鈥 聽
Screams and yells came from everywhere in the crowd all trying to convince us to kiss. I looked around at all of them nervously. I looked up at Deku who shrugged. 聽聽
鈥淪hould we give them what they want?鈥 he asked me.聽
鈥淚 don鈥檛 think they鈥檙e going to stop until we do,鈥 I shrugged back. 聽聽
鈥淟et鈥檚 give them a show then,鈥 Deku said while leaning towards me.
He lightly gripped the side of my face that wasn鈥檛 facing the press and gripped my hips in a more rough manner than I expected. I gasped as he pulled my into him and brought his lips down onto mine. 聽聽
I immediately snaked my hands around to the back of his neck and deepened the kiss even more. We kissed each other in an almost needy fashion. I just didn鈥檛 know he felt as needy as I did about this鈥 or maybe it was all for show. 聽
We pulled apart from each other and looked into each others eyes. I gave him a quick peck on the lips for the full effect before pulling away from him and taking his arm as I had before. 聽聽
It was only now that I realized everyone had stopped. Even the other heroes stopped what they were doing to watch. I blushed looking up at Deku who looked a little in shock. Everyone then began cheering. A large eruption from everyone who was still outside the venue. 聽聽
Deku and I just began waving and uttering 鈥渢hank you鈥漵 to everyone as we walked the rest of the way into the venue.聽
I looked around at all the heroes. Everyone here was of super high stature in the hero world. I was more than happy to be here. I looked and found the bar dragging Deku towards it so I could get myself a drink. 聽聽
鈥淪omeone is eager,鈥 he chuckled. 聽聽
鈥淚 need something to help me relax,鈥 I said giving him the real nervous smile.聽
鈥淎m I that bad?鈥 he asked as we reached the bar. 聽聽
鈥淵es, you are,鈥 I teased.聽
I ordered both of us a drink and then we went to mingle. As we walked around Deku kept his hand on my lower back. He was stealing kisses on the cheek all night. This was the longest event we had been to together where we had to be a couple. I really felt like we were together.聽
After being there we all listened to a spokesperson talk about the charity we were all there for. We listened then gave our donations before leaving. Media still storming the area around the venue. This time we all just gave small waves and short poses before climbing in our cars and leaving. No one needed to put on a show anymore. 聽聽聽
I climbed in the car and waited for Deku to get in to take me home. 聽聽
After he climbed in he was eager to get back on the road.聽
鈥淗ow was it?鈥 he asked looking over at me for a short moment. 聽聽
鈥淚 had a lot of fun,鈥 I chimed. 鈥淒id you enjoy it?鈥澛
鈥淥f course,鈥 he smiled. 聽聽
I sighed in contentment while Deku reached over and grabbed my hand keeping it in his. I froze for a moment. I was so unsure of what he was doing. He had only had one drink since he was driving, so I couldn鈥檛 blame this on alcohol鈥 What was he doing?聽
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry,鈥 he said pulling his hand away. 鈥淚 just um鈥 I forget we鈥檙e not in front of everyone sometimes.鈥 聽聽
鈥淚 don鈥檛 mind,鈥 I shrugged at him. 聽聽
鈥淚-I鈥 I c-can cont-tinue if you w-want,鈥 Deku stammered out while extending his hand again.聽
鈥淪ure,鈥 I said grabbing his hand. 聽聽
鈥淵ou know,鈥 he said blushing like mad. 鈥淚 think that- um I think our kiss was pretty convincing tonight.鈥澛
鈥淵eah?鈥 I said cocking my head at him. 聽聽
鈥淚 just鈥 I don鈥檛 know鈥 thought we both did pretty good at making that look super intense.鈥澛
鈥淚 think we could use some practice,鈥 I shrugged trying to suppress my smirk. 聽聽
鈥淵-you do?鈥澛
鈥淵eah, I mean鈥 if you wanted to you could come inside when we get to my place and we can practice a bit.鈥 聽聽
I think he finally picked up on what I wanted, 鈥淚-I think I could m-make that happen.鈥澛
I don鈥檛 know where this new found confidence came from, but my night was made so much better because of it. 聽聽
******************************************************************************************* I really wanted to do more here, but it ended up being longer than I expected. So you guys let me know if you want a part two!聽
Update: Part Two is out here!聽聽
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keijiberry4 months ago
chapter 2 - vanilla bean latte & a cinnamon bun
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鈫 it鈥檚 hard keeping your double life as nekoma鈥檚 student council president and a (technically illegal) waitress at a maid cafe a secret, but you鈥檝e managed so far. that is until, kuroo tetsurou finds out about it, and now you鈥檙e sure he鈥檚 going to blackmail you into giving the volleyball club more funds (inspired by maid sama!)
pairing: kuroo tetsurou x f!reader
genre: fluff, light angst, idiots that like each other but don鈥檛 realize their feelings
warnings: mentions of food, swearing
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note: oh god its been forever since ive updated i am so sorry april was a rough month for me and long story short i kinda fell into a聽(metaphorical) hole and spiraled a little pls accept this as an apology. good news is that i should be updating more frequently considering i have 3 ish weeks of school left :) yay ok pls enjoy (also special guest appearance from a character in a different show hehehe)
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Ideally, you would have liked to experience your 3 years of highschool without anyone finding out about your secret side job, and enjoy the peace of mind that would have come with it.
You rue the day Kuroo Tetsurou was born.聽
It was just your luck that he was in class 3-5, the classroom that was right next to yours. Everytime you walked the halls, you could feel his eyes on you. You were just grateful that you and him weren鈥檛 in the same classroom or any other extracurriculars. But that didn鈥檛 stop the conversations the girls in your class had.聽
Today, the topic of conversation was Kuroo鈥檚 arms, and how muscular and defined they were. You try focusing on the lesson in front of you, but the voices of the girls behind you keep drawing you in.聽
鈥淵ou know,鈥 one of the girls behind you says. 鈥淚 stopped by the volleyball team鈥檚 practice yesterday. They were doing stretches, and when Kuroo鈥檚 shirt rode up, I saw his stomach. I swear he has to have a six pack or something, because there was definitely something there.鈥澛
You feel a chill run down your back after hearing that. Resisting the urge to slam your head on the table, you shift back to the lecture, not really paying attention until you hear the teacher call your name. 鈥淢iss [L/N], when was Buddhism introduced to Japan?鈥
You feel your throat dry up. 鈥淯m...630 A.D?鈥澛
Your teacher gives you a harsh look. 鈥淚ncorrect. It would be better for you to focus on the lesson, rather than looking at the wall.鈥澛
You slam your head onto the textbook instead of the desk.聽
Putting down the stack of papers you were reviewing, you lean back in your chair and close your eyes. God, you hated paperwork. If it was this bad in highschool, how terrible would it be when you got a real job? You groaned and slumped your body even more as you thought of your future. A knock on the door interrupts your self pity session, and the head of your secretary pops in.聽
鈥淯m, the captain of the boys volleyball team is here, something about a presidential promise and a fundraiser?鈥澛
You straighten up in your seat, signalling for him to let Kuroo into the room. Kuroo walks in awkwardly, as if he鈥檚 uncomfortable from just being there. You nod at the seat in front of you, and he quickly sits down. His eyes flit around the room, taking it in. 鈥淣ice place you have here.鈥澛
鈥淭hank you,鈥 you respond. An awkward silence follows, and you shift your eyes to the table in front of you. Kuroo suddenly grabs his bag, pulling a thin stack of paper from a folder. He hands them to you.聽
鈥淭his is the fundraising form.鈥 You take it from him, flipping through it quickly to make sure everything is filled out properly. Your eyebrow raises as you see the event they鈥檝e chosen. A carwash wasn鈥檛 the worst thing you鈥檝e seen, but a group of teenage boys could make anything go wrong.聽
Whatever. If they got into trouble, that would be on them.聽
You sign the papers, getting up from the desk to scan them. Kuroo looks at you with surprise, as you cross your arms and lean against the scanner.聽
鈥淚 thought it would take longer. The captain of the baseball team tells me it usually takes at least a week for it to get approved,鈥 he tells you.聽
You nod thoughtfully at him. 鈥淲ell it usually does take up to 3 to 4 days, but the baseball team usually turns in inappropriate ideas, so we just wait until the end of the week to deal with it. Plus, I promised you that I would approve it no matter what.鈥澛
He snorts. For a fleeting moment, the word cute passes through your head. You shake the thought away as you continue listening to him. 鈥淚t doesn鈥檛 surprise me that it鈥檚 the baseball team doing that.鈥澛
You jump as the scanner beeps behind you. Gathering the papers, you say, 鈥淟ast year they submitted a form to have the cheerleaders do a bikini modeling competition.鈥澛
鈥淭hat definitely sounds like something they would do.鈥澛
You hand him the papers from the scanner. 鈥淪o the student council keeps the original and you get the copy. You鈥檒l need to keep a log of members that show up, how long the fundraiser goes on for, and the amount of money earned. The money is due the first school day after the event, and a student council member will stop by at the event for around 2 hours to make sure everything is fine.鈥澛
He puts the paper back into his bag, thanking you. The two of you face each other awkwardly, not moving or talking. You break the silence.聽
鈥淲ell, thank you for stopping by! We鈥檙e locking up the rooms now, so I kind of have to kick you out.鈥澛
Kuroo gets up and grabs his bag. 鈥淭hanks again. I鈥檒l see you later?鈥澛
You shrug. 鈥淚 mean our classes are right next to each other, so you probably will at some point.鈥
鈥淩ight.鈥 He turns and heads to the door. 鈥淗ave a nice day,鈥 he tells you, before walking out the door.聽
You wait a few minutes before collecting your stuff, not wanting to run into him. Stepping out of the room, you head towards the nearest bus stop and climb aboard. As you wait for your stop, thoughts of arms - specifically Kuroo鈥檚 - fill your head. You slap your hands onto your face repeatedly, ignoring the looks the old lady down the aisle is giving you. Stupid Kuroo Tetsurou had plagued your thoughts for almost the entire day, no matter how much you try to get him out. Rationally, you know that despite your conversation with him last week, he wasn鈥檛 a bad person...
Holy shit, what the fuck is going on with me, you think. It definitely was the fault of the girls behind you in class. If they weren鈥檛 talking so loud about stupid Kuroo Tetsurou and his stupid potential six pack, you definitely would be able to think straight.聽
The bus halts at your stop. Getting off, you walk into the cafe, waving to your coworkers as you head into the back room to change into your uniform. As you head to the front to grab your notepad, your boss stops you.聽
鈥淸Y/N]-chan!鈥 She beckons you over with a wave of her hand, and whispers to you, 鈥淭here鈥檚 a very special customer who just came in! He鈥檚 at table 4. Do a good job!鈥 She pushes you towards the direction of the table, and you barely avoid falling to the ground. Grumbling, you grab your notepad and head to table 4.
It鈥檚 a miracle I haven鈥檛 quit this job yet, you think as you see Kuroo at table 4. He hasn鈥檛 noticed you yet, eyes focused on the menu. You walk up to him, clearing your throat. 鈥淎re you ready to order?鈥
You can see the surprise in his eyes as he realizes you're the one taking his order. He changes his gaze to look at something past your shoulder, and you look behind your back to see what it is. Nothing鈥檚 there. You move your head into his line of view.
鈥淚s everything okay?鈥澛
He jumps in his seat, and faces the menu again. You can see the tips of his ears turning red, probably embarrassed from zoning out in front of you. 鈥淐an I get the turkey sandwich and a vanilla latte?鈥澛
You jot his order down. 鈥淚 can take your menu,鈥 you tell him. Kuroo hands it over, fingertips brushing yours as you grab it.聽
鈥淪orry,鈥 he says.
鈥淚t鈥檚 okay. Your food should be out within 10 to 15 minutes.鈥 You head to the kitchen to hand over the ticket, running into your boss there. She gives you a bright smile.聽
鈥淗ow was it?鈥澛
You deadpan at her. 鈥淲hen you said 鈥榮pecial customer鈥, I thought you meant a celebrity, not a guy from my school.鈥
鈥淭etsurou-kun is a very special customer to me! I鈥檝e known him since he was a little kid!鈥
One of the cooks calls out an order. The owner grabs it, checking the ticket. 鈥淥h, this is for the customer over at table 9.鈥 She wrinkles her nose. 鈥淏e careful, he looks kinda weird. Who wears a blindfold at this time of day? His hair鈥檚 also weirdly done. And who only orders desert? His teeth are going to rot.鈥澛
You roll your eyes, grabbing the serving dish from her, and head to the table. She wasn鈥檛 kidding, the man really was wearing a blindfold in the daytime, with white hair sticking straight up. Setting the dishes down onto his table, he thanks you and dives right in.聽
It鈥檚 probably a weird cosplay thing, you think as you hear Kuroo鈥檚 order being called out from the kitchen. You grab the tray, walking towards him. Maybe it was an off brand Kakashi cosplay?聽
Still stuck in your thoughts about the weird guy, you don鈥檛 notice the big bag a few feet in front of you. As your foot catches on to one of the straps, you let go of the food tray and use your hands to break your fall. Luckily, you don鈥檛 suffer from any injuries.
Unluckily, there鈥檚 a huge splotch of mustard from the sandwich on your uniform. As you look up from your position on the ground, you can see Kuroo doused in the drink he had ordered. You get up quickly, grabbing a bunch of napkins and shoving them at him.
鈥淚 am so so sorry, I should have been watching where I was going. I鈥檒l replace your entire meal as soon as I clean this up,鈥 you tell him as you start wiping the mess up.聽
Kuroo gets up from his seat, and kneels on the ground to pick up the mess. As he stands back up, he hands you the serving tray. Gesturing to the volleyball jacket he was wearing, he says, 鈥淢aybe you can make it up to me by giving us funding to replace the jacket.鈥
You stare at him in shock and something snaps inside of you. Dickhead.聽
Angrily, you snatch the tray from him, and start stacking the trash onto it. 鈥淲ell if you wanted a new uniform so badly, you didn鈥檛 have to go this far. There are other ways to get money, instead of showing up at my workplace and making a mess.鈥
You feel a sense of satisfaction in your chest, as you see Kuroo鈥檚 face morph into one of regret. 鈥淲ait I -.鈥澛
You cut him off with a cold stare. 鈥淎nother waitress will be back to replace your meal.鈥 You grab the tray, and march towards the kitchen to drop it off, and then head to the backroom to cleanup.聽
Kuroo Tetsurou was as terrible as you orginally thought.
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destiel-bridesmaid4 months ago
The One That Got Away - Chapter Six
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Summary: Dean Winchester has met the woman of his dreams but so has Sam Winchester. What was supposed to be the usual one night stand has left Dean hopelessly in love with his brother's girlfriend.
Pairing: Dean!au x reader, Sam!au x reader
Rating: 18+ smut angst fluff the whole nine yards
Word count: 3k+
Chapter tags: guilt, domestic!Sam, homewrecker!Dean
A/N: Send an ask to be tagged in the series! Feed back is always appreciated.
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(Sam's P.O.V.)
Days had passed since Sam found out that Y/N slept with his brother. He wasn't mad at her, In fact he was mad at himself. Sam told himself over and over that this would all have been avoided if he had just asked Y/N out sooner. Dean slept with numerous women and they never mattered. That fact comforted Sam. He knew that his brother was slightly hung up on Y/N but that's something Sam could fix, by letting you meet his family. Maybe if Dean knew that Y/N was dating Sam he would drop the whole thing, move on so to speak.
Maybe it was too early for the whole "meet the parents" talk but Y/N's parents are not in the picture and his parents were dead. A smile ran across Sam's face as he thought about how sweet she was. He knew the moment she found out that Dean was her one night stand she would feel horrible. That's just the kind of person she was. He might've been crazy for moving things this fast but the heart wants what the heart wants.
Sam made his way to the shop looking for Bobby and Dean. "Hello Sam, Dean is in the office." Castiel said as he walked out of the building. "Wait Cas, do you still have those puppies you're giving away?" The blue eyed man began to laugh at the question. "What's Sam Winchester going to do with a puppy?" Sam just rolled his eyes. "It's for my girlfriend, Y/N." Castiel stopped laughing his face going oddly pale. "Huh um alright. Well there's one left, she's the runt of the bunch though." Sam smiled at his friend happy that his plan would work.
"Great thanks man. I'll be over later tonight to pick her up. Will you be at the clinic or?" Castiel scratched his neck, his discomfort showing. "I'll be at the veterinary clinic till 8." Sam sent Castiel a smile as the trenchcoated man walked away. Sam tried to prepare to see his brother with the knowledge that he slept with the love of his life. But nothing could've prepared him to see what he saw. Dean had some girl pinned to a wall as he seemingly ate her face. If Sam didn't know any better he would've thought the girl was his Y/N. The nameless women could've easily been her twin.
Sam cleared his throat grabbing the attention of his wreckless older brother. "Hey Sammy-" Sam shot the woman a glare before responding. "I need to have a talk with you and Bobby. Now." Sam quickly left the office looking for Bobby. "Damnit don't you hang up on me you old- Balls!" Sam couldn't help but crack a smile at the old man. "Rufus?" Bobby looked at Sam with a face of aggravation. "Hell yes. Where's your brother?" Sam tried to suppress the urge to tell on his older brother. "He's on his way in here I need to talk to you both."
Dean walked out with the woman who was quickly leaving. "So what's the deal little brother?" Sam had to take a deep breath, collecting his thoughts. "As you know I've been seeing someone for the past month or so. Well I want you guys to meet her." Sam had to be very careful not to give out her name. He doesn't want to freak Dean out. Not yet anyways. "Don't you think it's a bit early for all that?" Surprised at the outburst by Bobby, Sam had to think of an answer. "It is early but I know she's the one. I haven't felt this good since J- I haven't felt this good in awhile."
"I'd be happy to meet her." Dean said with a wink. Normally Sam wouldn't care but all he could think about was punching his smug face. "Don't get me wrong Sam I'd be happy to meet the little lady. I just don't want you to scare her off." Bobby nodded towards Dean. Sam pinched the bridge of his nose trying to keep his composer. "I was thinking about having everyone over for dinner on the 23rd that would be our two month anniversary."
Dean stood there dumbstruck. "Sammy you're serious?" Dean grabbed his brothers arm grabbing his attention. "Yes Dean, I'm serious. We all have to grow up sometime." Dean felt like Sam just punched him in the gut. "Now if you excuse me I've got somewhere to be." Sam left Dean standing there looking like an idiot. "Bye Bobby." Sam hugged him before leaving the shop. Once Sam was in his car he felt like he could breathe again. The thought of Dean looking at Y/N made him sick but they were going to meet eventually.
Sam tried desperately to shake the sour thoughts out of his head. He was on his way to get a puppy for his lovely girlfriend. Thats what he should be thinking about. The drive to the clinic was short but it felt like hours. He walked in saying "hi" to Amelia before looking for Castiel. Sam knocked on his office door. "Come in." Castiel was too busy doing paperwork to meet the gaze of the taller winchester. "The pup is in the back. I went ahead and gave her, her vaccinations so you don't have to worry but you will need to bring her back in a couple weeks later." Sam turned to leave after giving Castiel a "thank you."
"Hey Amelia, Cas told me the puppy was in the back?" She just smiled as she walked into the waiting room for the animals. Sam's lips curled into a wide grin when he saw the cute dog. "She's a pomeranian. The rest of the litter were black and orange. She was the only soild black one in the litter." Amelia passed the living fluff ball to Sam. The small pomeranian practically bounced around in Sam's arms. "Oh Sam, you need to make sure you have all the puppy essentials. Pomeranians are very energetic dogs so you will have to take her walking fairly often and to keep her away from other big dogs." Sam tried to keep all the information in his head but the puppy licking his face was distracting.
"Right. Thanks Amelia." Sam tried to calm the excited pup down but it was no use. The moment the dog's four tiny paws hit the leather of the back seat he peed. Sam cursed as he tried to clean the mess up with napkins. The puppy just stuck out his tounge, smiling up at the frustrated man. "You better be glad you're so cute." The puppy just spun around happy at her owner. Sam sat in the front seat checking on the door before heading towards Y/Ns apartment.
Sam was surprised at how much energy the tiny, cotton ball of a dog had. "You ready to go meet mama?" Sam cooed at the pup. The dog fit perfectly inside his jacket and surprisingly she had calmed down. Sam smiled at how the puppy snuggled into his side. Once he made it up the stairs he unlocked Y/Ns apartment door to find her sitting on the couch watching tv. "Hey babe, I've got a surprise for you." She quickly paused the screen, running towards Sam.
"You know I love surprises. What is it?" Out of the blue Sam's jacket gently barked. "No... You didn't.." He pulled his jacket back and cupped the little black dog in his arms. "Yes, I did." Y/N squealed at the cute little dog. "Oh my goodness! Can I hold him?" Sam lit up knowing how happy this made her. "It's a her and duh. It's your dog." She held out her arms waiting to hold the pup. God he loves her. He tried his best not to use that word lightly. He wouldn't tell her yet but he knew. He loves her.
Sam made himself at home like he always does. He spent a couple hours watching her run around with the tiny dog. "So what's her name?" Y/N turned to look at him with a satisfied smile on her face. "Growley." Sam laughed at his girlfriend and the ridiculous name for the the puppy.
"Where on earth did you come up with a name like that. Are we looking at the same dog?" Y/N looked offended as she walked towards her boyfriend. "Watch it Sam Winchester. This dog is a strong independent woman she's way tougher than she looks.." Y/N straddled Sam's thighs as he sat on the couch. "She could rip your heart out." She growled in his ear causing his blood to rush. Sam stayed still as she nipped at his neck, going down the curve of his shoulder.
"Babe she is staring at us." Sam locked eyes with the innocent dog. "Sam, it's a dog." She laughed as she unbuttoned his flannel. "Okay well the dog is staring at us and making me uncomfortable." Y/N laughed, hard enough to make her sides hurt. Her arms wrapped around Sam's waist as she lay her head upon his shoulder. Sam laughed along with her. His chest filled with joy as his lungs struggled to work. Growley soon jumped up on the couch cuddling up besides the couple.
The sound of Y/Ns laughter soon faded into the slight sound of snores. Sam always adored her snores. He knew he saw the side of Y/N, Dean would never see. The ugly, yet beautiful side of the women he had grown to love so suddenly. That's how the couple spent the night. Uncomfortably sleeping on the couch as close together as they ever could be. They would no doubt be sore the next day but it didn't seem to matter. The only thing that matters to Sam was that Y/N was falling asleep with him and not his brother.
To say Sam had become obsessed with his new found knowledge would be an understatement. It's all he thought about. It's all he dreamed about. The all too familiar nightmare of walking in on his brother and his girlfriend. It plagued his every waking and sleeping moment. He tried desperately to compare to the ghost of his brother. Sam was terrified of losing Y/N to Dean. He made a silent promise that he wouldn't let that happen. She's not going to leave him like Jess did, he would make sure of it.
The night passed by fairly quickly. Y/N stirred awake, waking Sam up in the process. "Ugh.. my back is killing me." Sam grunted rubbing his face. "Yeah well your breath is killing me." Sam leaned in kissing his girlfriend before getting off the couch. "I have work today." She groaned as she grabbed some eggs from the fridge. "I do too sadly." Sam walked up behind her wrapping his arms around her small frame. Compared to him anything was small. He left little kisses down her neck till she craned her head to the side. "Carebear we can't.. I don't have time." Sam just groaned soon letting go. "Do I really look like a bear? I'm not that harry.."
Y/N couldn't help but laugh at his disappointed pout. She took the eggs off the stove before answering him. "Baby you have enough hair on your body to be considered a Bee Gees member." Sam just shook his head. "You do realize I honestly have no idea who that is." The look on her face was a mix between disappointment and shock."
"Babe, deadass you don't know who the Bee Gees are?" Sam tried to wrack his brain, maybe his brother had mentioned them. He just shook his head truthfully. Y/N quickly pulled out her phone blasting some disco sounding song. She sat the phone onto the top of the counter as she began to dance.
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk
I'm a woman's man, no time to talk
Music loud and women warm, I've been kicked around
Since I was born
Y/N strutted through the kitchen mouthing all the words. She grabbed the spatula used to cook the eggs and used it as a microphone. "Come on Carebear, dance with me." Sam refused to get up and embarrass himself. "I'm not much of a dancer." He tucked hair behind his ear as his girlfriend slowly grew upset.
Sam only laughed at her show and excused himself to the bathroom. The fact that she's made a fool of herself slowly settled in the pit of her stomach. Y/N clicked off the music soon sitting down at the table alone.
Once Sam was in the restroom he thought of a way to ask Y/N the question. This could go so many ways. The thought of her saying no terrified Sam. He honestly doesn't know what he'd do if she just left him. He couldn't go through that again. Abandonment. Sam calmed his breathing enough to join his girlfriend at the kitchen table.
"I'm going to let Crystal take care of Growley till I get off work." Sam wiped hair out of his face before answering. "Who's crystal?" Y/N sat her plate on the table along with Sam's. "She's a friend of mine." Sam sat down trying to find the right words. He took a bite of his now cold eggs trying to sort his thoughts. "I want you to meet my family." Y/Ns fork fell out of her hand, meeting the plate with a loud crash. "You really want me to meet your family? So soon might I add."
"Y/N I really like you and if this is too fast then I'm sorry I asked. But I really think this is the right step. I mean they will love you no doubt." Some more than others. The long pause in the conversation made Sam nervous. "Alright... when are you planning on doing this?" Sam reached across the table planting a kiss onto her shaking lips. "Our two month anniversary. I figured we could all go out to dinner." She just nodded her head looking lost in thought.
Sam decided to leave it at that. He hurried and finished his food. Y/N began cleaning up plates as Sam got ready to leave. He planted a kiss upon her cheek as he headed for the door. "Bye babe. Tell the puppy I said bye." Y/N laughed and told him goodbye.
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(Your P.O.V)
"I want you to meet my family." The words left a bad taste in your mouth. You only had two weeks to prepare. Is this how relationships go? Maybe you were overreacting. You tried to tell yourself that everything happens for a reason. Does this mean Sam has to meet your family? Your father was the only one left and that was terrifying on its own. He treated you like shit, you couldn't imagine Sam meeting the man.
A lingering pain settled deep in your chest as you got ready for work. Growley ran around barking begging for some food. Shit. Food.
"Can you eat chicken?" The dog just barked up at you. You went to the cabinet grabbing a can of cooked chicken. "I'll leave this for you while I go to work and then we'll get you some real food." You patted the dogs head as you grabbed your coat. As you locked your apparent door you dialed Crystals number. "Hey babes what's up?"
"Crystal so I have a new puppy and I need a-"
"I'll be over in 20" the phone beeped as the screen flashed. You just shook your head wondering why you loved her. She had a key to the place so she could get in just fine. You drove to work without a problem. "Morning Y/N, you've got Tom's hair at 11 o'clock and Johnny's makeup at 12. Here's the schedule and we've got a meeting at 3, something about employee professionalism. I think Samantha fucked one of the actresses again."
You couldn't help but laugh at your coworker. "Doesn't surprise me. Thanks for the schedule." Reading over it you noticed you had to help some extras till 11. That wouldn't be a problem. The extras were the nicest people here.
Two hours into working your phone began to ring. "I can bobby pin this go ahead." The lady said kindly. You looked at the random number quickly declining it. "It's probably one of those spam callers." Just as you spoke the phone rang once again, same number flashed upon the screen. "Hello?"
"Y/N?" You knew the moment he spoke that it was Dean. The warm tone in his voice brought back such a happy sorrow from the night you two saw each other.
"Dean." The hesitation in you voice was obvious to anyone listening. You thought you two were done but he kept coming back and you hated the fact you missed him. "It's been awhile..." This whole situation was awkward. Neither of you knew what to say. "It has, look Dean we can't be talking I'm with someone."
The heavy breath he let out was loud through the phone. "Oh..." You wanted to say more but before you could he hung up. Disappointment clouded your eyes. You wanted him to give you a reason. A reason to keep talking. A reason to ignore the angel on your shoulder. Dean was smart. He backed away like any respectable man should do. Yet something told you this wouldn't be the last time you two spoke.
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hxneyandespressx6 months ago
since we鈥檙e alone, you can show me your heart
summary:聽what happens when derek gets a nightmare? the only one who can calm him down is his pretty boy
pairing: spencer reid x derek morgan (moreid)
word count:聽聽1.9k
content warnings: mentions of gun and shooting
a/n: set after criminal minds season 11 episode 11 entropy
Spencer ran frantically around his dark and messy apartment, picking up the case files and Chinese takeout boxes that had piled up on his antique coffee table. Few peanut oil stains stuck onto the wooden top. The anxious man took the nearest napkin, hoping that it was clean, and tried his best to wipe off the oil stains. Seeing that they wouldn鈥檛 come off, Spencer exasperatedly dropped the napkin onto the table and rushed over to his kitchen, grabbing the necessary cleaning supplies. He got his bottle of white vinegar and water, a pair of yellow rubber gloves, and an old rag underneath the kitchen sink.
By the time Spencer was done, every room in his apartment was clean to his standard. Not a book out of place, no dust lingering in the air. Spencer felt both scared and excited about having his co-workers come over to his place. He never had them over until today. He felt scared if a game, like truth or dare, made him confess his true feelings about his boyfriend.
Derek and Spencer had worked with each other for a long time. As the years went by, experiencing the highs and lows of being FBI agents together, the two of them felt their hearts yearn for each other, but neither of them acted upon it. They were scared of the possibility of rejection, tarnishing their friendship. It was not until Derek decided to break the ice and asked out Spencer. The young man was delighted to have his crush ask him out. It was the one thing that went right in his life.
Three months in and either of them hasn鈥檛 said 鈥淚 love you鈥 yet. Either of them was scared to frighten off the other. Saying 鈥淚 love you鈥 was a big commitment. They were trying to take things slow, not to rush each other, even though they had known each other for a long time.
The gang was heading over to Spencer鈥檚 for a little sleepover to relax as they hadn鈥檛 received any new cases within the past 2 weeks. It was nice to have a break from all the traveling and dealing with unsubs; however, it does get boring doing paperwork and in-office consultations for hours.
Spencer鈥檚 phone pinged multiple times and a bunch of text notifications came.
Hotch: Sorry, can鈥檛 make it. I couldn鈥檛 find a babysitter for Jack and Jessica is busy at work tonight. Maybe next time.
Tara: going out on the town with the ladies!
Penelope: sorry spencer but jj tara and i are having a ladies night :(
JJ: sorry spence! perhaps next time!
Rossi: Sorry kid. Forgot to tell you that I鈥檓 driving up to Montauk to visit a buddy of mine.
Spencer sighed and felt defeated. Everyone bailed on him at the last minute. Everyone except for Derek. That was fine with Spencer, as this could be a date night for them. Just then, the doorbell rang, indicating someone had arrived. Having a small smile on his face, Spencer scurried to the front door and opened it. It revealed one handsome Derek Morgan, who was holding a large pizza in one hand and a small bouquet of flowers in the other.
鈥淚 saw in the group chat that everyone else bailed on this.鈥 Derek said.
鈥淵eah but this could be a date night for us.鈥 Spencer smiled at his little proposition. Derek smiled, showing off his brilliant pearly whites, as he entered the apartment.
The couple spent their night-in watching movies, eating pizza, and Spencer going off tangents on his passions. Whenever Spencer starts to rant about one of his passions, Derek just stared at his little genius and smiled at how happy his boyfriend was. And that continued all night long, Derek listening to Spencer talk about 19th-century British literature, coupled with watching random movies of various genres.
Nearing 1 am, the couple laid on the couch, with Spencer in Derek鈥檚 arms. The tv was playing Julie & Julia in the background. Spencer was half asleep and noticed that Derek was sleeping already. He gently wiggled out of Derek鈥檚 arms and stood up from the couch, scratching his scalp and messing up his already messy curly hair.
鈥淗ey. Let鈥檚 go to bed.鈥 Spencer softly said, patting his boyfriend鈥檚 shoulder. Derek woke up, feeling groggy. Spencer led the way to his room, holding Derek鈥檚 hand. They both flopped onto the bed and Derek wrapped an arm around Spencer鈥檚 waist. They were used to sharing a room together, even a bed due to mistakes occurring at the hotels they stayed at when they were on cases. Sleep washed over them as the golden dust of the Sandman worked its magic.
Standing across from Derek were Spencer and Cat Adams. The hitwoman had a gun pointed at one scared Spencer Reid. Internally, Derek was screaming. On the outside, he kept his cool and calm composure.
鈥淢organ, get out.鈥 Spencer demanded.
鈥淚鈥檓 not going anywhere.鈥 Derek said, his voice shaking a little.
鈥淗m鈥 I guess we鈥檙e back where we started. You and me with a gun.鈥 Cat said without a care in the world, keeping the gun aimed at Spencer.
鈥淩eid, it鈥檚 time.鈥
鈥淲e don鈥檛 have a choice. We have to do it,鈥 Derek said. Spencer kept shaking his head no. 鈥淲e found your father.鈥 the unsub stood there in shock for a few seconds, before rage set inside of her.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e lying. I don鈥檛 like men who lie. You men are all the same.鈥 Cat said as she gauged the trigger on her gun. She shot Spencer in the head and without hesitation, Derek started to shoot at the unsub. Derek ran over to Spencer and held his dying love in his arms. He tried to keep him alive until the paramedics came. The last words Derek said was 鈥淚 love you鈥 before his boy wonder went limp.
Derek woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. He heard himself breathing heavily and felt anxious from the nightmare he just had. The frightened man groggily rubbed his eyes to get rid of the Sandman鈥檚 dust. Leaning his back against the headboard, Derek stared at the wall across from him, concentrating his eyes on one spot. He hoped that this technique would help him fall back asleep. Alas, he was shaken up from the nightmare.
The dazed man anxiously searched for his phone, wondering how much time has passed. Fumbling through the grey sheets and trying not to wake up Spencer, Derek found his phone, turning on the touchscreen, the blue screen lit up brightly. 3:20 am. Derek took a deep breath and sighed, leaning his head back onto the headboard and looked over to see his baby-faced boyfriend fast asleep. A soft smile appeared on Derek鈥檚 face, reminding him of his reality: Spencer being his angel.
Feeling restless, Derek pushed the comforter off of himself and quietly got off of the bed. He opened the bedroom door and went to the bathroom that was down the hall. His hands turned on the faucet and cupped together to gather the running water. Derek splashed cold water onto his face, making him more alert and awake. His eyes caught the sight of his face in the mirror. Smile lines decorated his face, which contrasted the dark circles forming underneath his eyes. Derek sighed and made his way towards the kitchen.
Derek has come over to Spencer鈥檚 place many times before, so much so he knows the way around like the back of his hand. With ease, his muscular hand grabbed a tall glass, with an accompanying coaster, in one of the cabinets above. He filled the glass with water from the faucet below. Loud gulps could be heard as Derek drank the water, cool and fresh like he had found an oasis. Just as Derek gently placed the glass on the coaster, his ears caught the shuffling feet of a tired Spencer.
鈥淒erek?鈥 Spencer tiredly said. 鈥淲hat are you doing up?鈥
鈥淛ust needed some water, that is all.鈥 Derek said his half truth-half lie. The young man shrugged and went towards the refrigerator.
Unknowingly, Derek started to tap his fingers against the dark grey laminate countertop. Spencer caught the sound with his ears and turned to face his boyfriend.
鈥淒erek? Are you okay?鈥
鈥淵eah? Why wouldn鈥檛 I be okay?鈥
鈥淏ecause you鈥檙e tapping your fingers across the countertop.鈥 Spencer pointed out. When the tired genius mentioned the action, Derek immediately stopped, his eyes glancing at Spencer.
鈥淲e鈥檙e profilers, Derek. You can鈥檛 hide anything from me.鈥 Spencer said, feeling concerned for his best friend. The mousy-haired man felt like a hypocrite after saying that to Derek. During the many years he worked with the handsome man in front of him, Spencer developed a crush on him. At first, it was just a silly little infatuation, but as time passed, it changed to being a crush. The young man was able to hide it well. That was until Derek reciprocated his feelings. That same crush turned into Spencer dating Derek. In these past few months, Spencer wanted to tell his angel of a boyfriend that he loved him, but he was scared that Derek would run away from him, just like everyone else in his life.
鈥淗a鈥 you鈥檙e right, pretty Ricky,鈥 Derek said in defeat, hanging his head low. Spencer came up behind Derek slowly, hesitant to show some affection to his probably scared boyfriend. He mustered up his own fears and gave Derek a hug from behind, and felt his boyfriend relaxing in his arms. The couple stood in silence for some time, savoring the unspoken quietness between them.
鈥淩emember when you had to go in as bait for Cat Adams?鈥 Derek asked, breaking the silence.
鈥淥h鈥 yeah. Why are you asking?鈥 Spencer responded, not getting the hint where the conversation was going.
鈥淭wo weeks since that case, I had these nightmares. I thought I could get through with it, but I can鈥檛. My nightmare was about that. I dreamt that you were shot by Cat.鈥 Derek explained.
鈥淒erek鈥︹ Spencer felt shocked while his heart was breaking. He felt like he had to do something. But all he could do was sit and listen to his boyfriend get everything off his chest.
"I wish this is a nightmare that I could just wake up from... but it feels all real... and I hate every second of it. I felt like I was going to lose you when it actually happened,鈥 Derek鈥檚 voice cracked a bit as tears pricked his deep brown eyes. 鈥淎nd I don鈥檛 want this to repeat. I wouldn鈥檛 forgive myself.鈥
鈥淚 won鈥檛 let it happen again,鈥 Spencer quietly said, caresses Derek鈥檚 cheek. 鈥淲e will make sure she stays in prison, alright?鈥 Derek brought Spencer in for a long embrace. The mousy-haired man wrapped his arms around his athletic boyfriend鈥檚 waist as he placed his head in the crook of Derek鈥檚 neck. The soft warmth coming off of Derek comforted Spencer, clashing with her cold pale skin.
鈥淚 just uh鈥︹ Derek said tiredly.
鈥淵eah.鈥 Spencer replied, smiling softly. He knew in his heart that Derek said 鈥淚 love you鈥 to him.
鈥淵ou know?鈥
鈥淚 know.鈥
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finding-a-whim4 months ago
Just Dance (Michael Demiurgos/Reader)
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Fandom: Lucifer (Netflix)
TW: A little snappy Michael and Lucifer making sex references.
Summary: Michael is being weird when it comes to his injuries. Lucifer figures out Michael is growing soft for you and decides to get under his skin, which was convenient for that moment.
Meet Your New Partner! [Masterlist]
Another case solved for you and Michael. You sit at your desk and fill out the paperwork. Michael lingers in the kitchen. He stares at his left hand and flexes it. There鈥檚 a faint line on his hand from a glass shard mishap earlier. He watches you for a moment before looking away once Lucifer and Ella walk in.
鈥淎nd then I threw the tire at him and said he was tired,鈥 Lucifer says. Ella laughs.
鈥淢an you鈥檙e killing it with these jokes,鈥 Ella comments. 鈥淗i, Michael.鈥
鈥淗i, Ella,鈥 Michael says.
鈥淢ichael,鈥 Lucifer says.
鈥淟ucifer,鈥 Michael says.
鈥淚鈥檓 just going to go now. This is a little awkward,鈥 Ella says under her breath.
Ella leaves the kitchen quickly. Lucifer and Michael glare at each other.
鈥淗ow鈥檚 the partnership going? Are you treating her alright?鈥 Lucifer asks. He opens the refrigerator door and begins to riffle through its contents.
鈥淚鈥檓 not allowed to hurt her. Remember? Dad鈥檚 rules,鈥 Michael says. Lucifer pulls out a pudding cup and rips the cover off.
鈥淵ou could always find a way around it knowing you,鈥 Lucifer says. He opens a drawer and snatches a spoon.
鈥淚 wouldn鈥檛 do that,鈥 Michael says. Lucifer raises his eyebrows and tilts his head back, eyes wide.
鈥淥h, really?鈥 Lucifer drawls out. He sticks the spoon in the cup without watching his movements.
鈥淵eah, really. I don鈥檛 want to hurt her,鈥 Michael snaps. He tugs at his blazer aggressively. He turns away from Lucifer and watches you. His facial expression softens as he leans back against the counter.
鈥淕rowing a little soft for a 鈥榝ilthy鈥 human?鈥 Lucifer asks, his own eyes following Michael鈥檚 to see that he鈥檚 staring at you. Michael rolls his eyes and doesn鈥檛 offer a response.
鈥淚t wouldn鈥檛 work out anyways,鈥 Lucifer retorts. Michael turns his head to look at Lucifer. Lucifer is now shoveling pudding into his mouth rather quickly. Michael鈥檚 intense stare shifts into a hurtful one.
鈥淚s she seeing someone?鈥 Michael asks. Lucifer chuckles and sucks on his spoon.
鈥淎s a matter of fact, the detective and I recently set her up with Tom for a date tonight,鈥 Lucifer says. Michael鈥檚 face droops. 鈥淥h she didn鈥檛 tell you?鈥
鈥淣o,鈥 Michael says. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e lying.鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛 lie, that was always you, brother,鈥 Lucifer says. He cups his mouth and shouts your name. You jump and turn to look at Lucifer. He waves you over. You sigh and walk over. Michael stands straighter and runs a hand through his hair.
鈥淲hat?鈥 You ask.
鈥淲hat are your plans for tonight?鈥 Lucifer asks. He smirks as he watches Michael. You raise an eyebrow.
鈥淵ou should know. I have that date you and Chloe arranged for me,鈥 you say. Lucifer smiles.
鈥淎h, so you didn鈥檛 cancel it?鈥
鈥淣o, why would I? Tom seems nice.鈥
Michael blinks quickly and looks you up and down.
鈥淲hat? Date?鈥 Michael inhales. 鈥淵ou didn鈥檛 tell me.鈥
鈥淚t just didn鈥檛 seem that relevant. And I figured you wouldn鈥檛 really care,鈥 you say. Michael gulps and nods.
鈥淵eah, I wouldn鈥檛.鈥 Michael snaps. You wince. He grabs a coffee mug and pours coffee into it, his back facing you.
鈥淲ell, I am going home now. Have a good night guys,鈥 you say, voice a little deflated.
鈥淥h, wait. Do you think Tom is going to get lucky tonight?鈥 Lucifer asks. 鈥淢issionary? Maybe go wild and do it doggy style.鈥
鈥淟ucifer!鈥 You hiss. Your face grows hot.
The mug in Michael鈥檚 hand cracks. He yelps and throws the broken pieces into the sink. Hot black coffee is running down the counter onto the floor. Michael shakes his hands, spraying coffee droplets everywhere.
鈥淒amn!鈥 Michael says. 鈥淭hat鈥檚 hot.鈥
鈥淕eez! Michael are you alright?鈥 You ask. He hides his hands from you.
鈥淚鈥檓 fine!鈥 Michael rushes out of the kitchen, leaving behind a big mess. You sigh and grab a bunch of paper towels. Lucifer silently helps you clean the mess up. After a few minutes you both manage to clean up the mess.
You look for Michael and find him. He emerges from the bathroom, a paper towel wrapped around his hands. It looks like there's blood on it, but you can鈥檛 see it too well.
He freezes as he makes eye contact, quickly hiding his hands behind his back.
鈥淎re you okay? You seem off,鈥 you say. 鈥淎nd with the mug鈥︹
鈥淚t was an ugly mug anyway,鈥 Michael says. He stuffs his hands into his pockets and moves around you. You grab his elbow to stop him. His breath hitches.
鈥淎re you okay?鈥 You ask again, a bit more firmer. He gives you a stiff smile.
鈥淚鈥檓 fine. Have fun on your date,鈥 Michael says. He gently pulls away from you and heads to the exit.
You and Michael walk towards the enormous building. It鈥檚 the next day. Michael has been relatively quiet, but not exactly rude to you. You tried to coax him into talking to you, but he refuses to say a lot so you decide not to push it. You both are about to step in line when you notice, it鈥檚 a VIP party. How could you miss that? They won鈥檛 let just anyone in. The suspect is at this party and you鈥檙e going undercover to try to get more information on him. He won鈥檛 answer your questions so now you have to observe him.
鈥淚t鈥檚 VIP,鈥 you say. 鈥淲e can鈥檛 get in. Especially dressed like this.鈥
鈥淪hit,鈥 Michael says.
鈥淢aybe I can get Lucifer to call in a favor鈥︹ You murmur. You pull out your phone when Michael rests a hand on your wrist.
鈥淚 have a better idea.鈥
You and Michael walk through the back into the main area, carrying trays. Yours is filled with little snacks, Michael鈥檚 has champagne glasses. You are both dressed like professional waiters. You shake your head.
鈥淲e could鈥檝e been guests,鈥 you say.
鈥淲e鈥檙e in aren鈥檛 we? Besides no one pays attention to the help,鈥 Michael says.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e right. That was good thinking, Michael,鈥 you say. You smile at him. His lips puff out from a short breath as he looks away.
鈥淵eah鈥︹ He says.
鈥淚鈥檒l hang around this side and you go on the other. Try to eavesdrop. Meet back over there in the back in ten?鈥 You say. He nods.
Ten minutes passed by and the information you did gather wasn鈥檛 much help. You walk back, tray almost empty. Michael joins you, his tray empty. You set down your tray on the little table and Michael copies you.
鈥淎ny luck?鈥 You ask.
鈥淣othing noteworthy,鈥 Michael says. You sigh and lean against the wall.
鈥淕reat鈥︹ You say. Michael leans against the wall beside you. He chews on his cheek for a moment before turning to look at you.
鈥淗ow was your date last night?鈥 Michael asks. You huff.
鈥淪ucked. We went to a bar and he ended up hanging out with some other chick,鈥 you say. Michael forces a frown on his face. 鈥淚 wasn鈥檛 what he wanted.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry,鈥 Michael says. You gulp and nod.
鈥淭hank you,鈥 you say softly.
The music changes to a slow song. The people on the dance floor pair up and begin to slow dance.
鈥淔or what it鈥檚 worth. That guy is an idiot,鈥 Michael says. You smile at him. 鈥淎nd about what I said last night鈥 I actually do care. You can talk to me about stuff outside of cases.鈥
鈥淩eally? What changed?鈥 You ask. Michael shrugs.
鈥淐hange of heart.鈥 Michael kicks off the wall and holds out a hand. 鈥淐are to dance?鈥
鈥淲e have a case,鈥 you protest. Michael shrugs.
鈥淥ne dance. Come on,鈥 Michael says in a little sing song voice, wiggling his fingers. You chuckle.
鈥淒o you even know how to dance?鈥 Michael shakes his head and raises his eyebrows with a little grimace.
鈥淚 was hoping you鈥檇 show me,鈥 Michael says. He pouts. You grab his hand.
鈥淥kay, I鈥檒l show you.鈥
You hold his right hand and move his other hand onto your hip. You rest your other hand on his shoulder.
鈥淵ou put your hand there and hold my other one鈥 Then you move like this鈥︹
After a few awkward stepping on each other's feet, you both sway to rhythm in your little space in the back away from everyone. Michael鈥檚 eyes never leave yours as he moves with the music. Somehow, you find yourself inching closer and closer to Michael. You didn鈥檛 know if it was him or you closing the gap. It didn鈥檛 bother you. Your chest presses into his. Michael鈥檚 hand lightly tightens on your hip. His face is only a few inches away from yours, you can faintly feel his hot breath brushing against your skin.
鈥淪ee? Not too bad,鈥 you say. 鈥淭hat鈥檚 how you dance鈥 Like properly dance.鈥
鈥淣ot too bad indeed鈥︹ Michael murmurs. His eyes flutter to your lips, chest rising up and down heavily. You lick your lips. His head slowly lowers, getting closer to you. He tilts his head, eyes rapidly darting from your eyes to your lips.
鈥淢ichael鈥︹ You say breathlessly. He whimpers ever so slightly. His hand abandons your hip to wrap around your lower back, pulling you closer. Your arm wraps around his neck subconsciously. He starts to close the gap, you close your eyes and part your lips.
鈥淓xcuse me, ma鈥檃m.鈥
You turn to look at the lady who is glaring at you with her hands on her hips. Michael鈥檚 lips land on your cheek, completely missing their intended target. He sighs as he turns to look at the woman.
鈥淪he鈥檚 busy,鈥 Michael snaps.
Michael turns so he鈥檚 in between you and the lady.
鈥淢ichael, we have to keep the cover,鈥 you whisper. You untangle yourself from Michael and step around him.
鈥淚鈥檝e been waiting for you to get more food, but here you are fraternizing. I am telling your manager.鈥
She turns on her heel and marches away. Michael starts to speed walk towards her with his fists clenched, you grab his wrist.
鈥淗ey, it鈥檚 okay. Let it go,鈥 you say.
He rubs the back of his neck and steps closer to you.
鈥淵eah鈥 Rich people鈥 huh?鈥 You say. Your voice is quivering. He hums as he grabs your hand.
鈥淲here were we before we were interrupted? I am not sure I have this dance thing down,鈥 Michael says. He goes to grab your waist with his other hand.
鈥淲e should focus on the case鈥︹ You say. You gulp and regretfully pull away from him. Michael hugs himself.
鈥淥h鈥 Yeah, you鈥檙e right,鈥 Michael says.
鈥淚 think I have an idea鈥 We haven鈥檛 really talked with the managers here鈥 They might know something about the suspect, he is high profile. I saw one of our managers over there and I just saw one go to the kitchen. You should talk to him and I鈥檒l talk to the kitchen one,鈥 you say. Michael nods.
鈥淥kay, I will,鈥 he says. He starts to turn to leave, but something compels you. You feel bad for what just happened and for shutting down Michael. You quickly grab his arm and press a light kiss on his cheek.
鈥淏e careful,鈥 you say. Michael鈥檚 eyes widen as he watches you.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e worried鈥 About me?鈥 Michael asks, his voice is higher pitched than normal.
鈥淵eah鈥 Come on let鈥檚 go,鈥 you say. You turn on your heels and quickly make your way to the kitchen. Michael chuckles as he lightly touches the spot where you kissed him.
He smiles and walks towards the manager with a spring in his steps.
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dontcare77ghja year ago
Bedside Manner
Natasha x reader x Wanda x Pepper
Tony had renovated an entire floor of the Tower into a medical wing out of necessity. He'd employed an array of doctors to be on standby because he had to. Made sure there were enough medical treatments for enhanced and non-enhanced individuals alike.
Tony did all this because the Avengers were a bunch of clumsy fools.聽
Those were Tony's words whenever someone asked him to describe the team.聽
Natasha would usually cut in and add that he was apart of that statement, which would generally cause a small argument between the two.
You and Pepper would fondly roll your eyes at the two before Pepper would change the topic.
If you wanted to be honest, the four of you spent too much time in the medical wing for your liking.
For Natasha and Wanda, it was an occupational hazard. The two were Avengers. They defended the Earth against aliens, and assholes too injuries were a part of the job.
You had also been put into the medical wing a handful of times. Not because you were an Avenger, no, you were a civilian, but because you were just a klutz in general. Something your partners found very endearing to your embarrassment.聽
Pepper was the only one in your relationship that didn't find herself in a hospital bed every other weekend. The woman could be hopping a marathon in ten-inch heels and not so much as falter.
Waking up in the medical wing, in a bed or by someone's bedside, became a regular occurrence in your relationship, much to Pepper's horror.聽
"Knock, knock." You rapped on Pepper's door. "I had an appointment with my favorite CEO." You smirked, leaning in the doorway.
"Sweetheart, I didn't know you were coming." Pepper smiled, looking up from her work.
"I wanted to surprise you." You said, entering and closing the door behind you. "I also come bearing gifts." You added, holding up a greasy paper bag.
"Do I smell fries?" Pepper asked, taking it out of your hands. "Oh, have I ever told you how much I love you?" Pepper groaned before kissing your cheek.
"Once or twice." You smirked, taking a seat across from her. "I thought I should feed you before you waste away."
"Good call." Pepper nodded. "I might have to work through dinner, thought I was going to have to skip lunch too." She said, munching on the given fries.
You sat with Pepper talking about your days as she ate and continued filling out paperwork.
"Miss Potts, Miss L/N, Dr. Banner has asked me to alert you that Miss Maximoff has been admitted to the infirmary floor."
"Ow!" Wanda whined, pulling her wrist into her chest.
"Yep. That's a sprained wrist, alright." Bruce said, moving to pick up a roll of bandages. "A pretty nasty sprain too."
After FRIDAY alerted you to your needed presence, you and Pepper had raced up to the infirmary to see Natasha waiting by Wanda's bedside.
"How did you sprain your wrist?" Pepper sighed. "Nat left you alone for ten minutes.
"A lot of things can happen in ten minutes." Wanda protested.聽
"Not wrong," Natasha smirked, squeezing your thigh.聽
"Nat!" You gasped, pushing her hand off your thigh. "Jesus!" You exclaimed, cheeks turning red as Natasha cackled.
"Can the two of you behave for five minutes?" Pepper sighed. "We're in the infirmary, and Bruce is right there."
"I didn't even do anything." You protested.
"Wanda, how did you sprain your wrist?" Pepper asked again.聽
"I was practicing using my powers," Wanda mumbled as Bruce wrapped her wrist. "I lost concentration, and a bookend hit my wrist." She admitted. "Please don't laugh."
"No-one's laughing." You assured her. "Sometimes, things just happen, and you get hurt."
"Y/N would know that the best," Natasha commented, receiving Pepper's elbow to the ribs. "Ow."
"Everyone聽has clumsy moments." You said. "It doesn't mean we're going to think any less of you if you accidentally injure yourself."
"Like the time Y/N walked into a door," Natasha smirked.
"Okay, you know what, Romanoff?"
"Relax, we still love you despite how clumsy you are," Natasha said, throwing her arm around your shoulders. "Trust me, Wand, it doesn't matter how clumsy you are, you'll never be worse than Y/N."
"How badly is she hurt?" Pepper asked as she rushed into the waiting bay.
"We don't know yet. Cho is still checking her over." You said as you and Wanda stood.
"What happened? Are the two of you okay?" Pepper questioned, pulling the two of you into embraces.
"We're fine," Wanda assured her. "Nat pushed Steve out of the way and got hit. We had to force him to go to the debrief instead of waiting with us."
"God. I hate the three of you. You're going to make me go grey before I hit my prime." She sighed, sinking in a chair.
"You love us." You reminded her, taking a seat beside her.
"I do. I won't deny that." Pepper said, taking one of yours and Wanda's hands and squeezing them tightly.聽
A door snapped open, causing the three of you to turn quickly. Cho came out, standing in the doorway as you all jumped to your feet.
"How is she?" Wanda asked outright.
"Natasha's okay. She has some bruised ribs and, judging from the bump on her head, we're assuming a concussion as well, but we think she'll be just fine." Cho told you, holding the door open.
"Assume?" You asked. "What do you mean, you assume she has a concussion?"聽
"Natasha hasn't woken up yet." Cho sighed, leading the three of you to Natasha's bedside.聽
Natasha was聽plugged into several IV's and to a heart rate monitor. She looked so peaceful resting in the white bed, but it did nothing to quell your anxieties.
"But that doesn't mean anything bad." Cho quickly added as Pepper and Wanda sat beside the sleeping redhead. "All my scans indicate there to be no brain trauma or any similar issues. The worst injury is a possible concussion. I'll give the three of you some space." She said before leaving.
"I'm gonna kill her if she ever does anything like that again." You sighed, sitting beside Wanda.
"Get in line," Pepper said, pulling out her phone. "I'm ordering her favorite chocolates."
"The Russian聽or German ones?" Wanda asked.
"Would it be overdoing it if I got both?"
"Get both. You get hungry after a concussion, trust me." You said.
"Fair point." Pepper nodded.聽
"I'll order us some dinner," Wanda said, pulling out her own phone. "We could be waiting for a while."聽
Natasha woke up two hours later. Her concussion was apparent from the second she woke up, but she did appreciate the company and the chocolates.
You hated days like today. All three of your partners were out and busy while you were at home with nothing to do.
Natasha and Wanda had left at聽the crack of dawn, so you hadn't seen them since the night before, and Pepper had left at seven before breakfast.
It was only noon, and the day was dragging, so you decided to busy yourself with tedious household chores.
Laundry was next up on your list. The four of you usually sent all your clothing out for laundering, but you needed something to do.
You had just overloaded a tall basket and were making your way down the stairs when it happened. A shirt fell out from the basket at the wrong time, and you stepped on it.
The basket flew from your hands as you slipped down the long flight of stairs. You were out before you hit the bottom of the staircase.
Non-reader POV
"One of us needs to inform Steve the war ended. He doesn't need to be drill Sargent anymore." Wanda muttered, drying off her hair.
"I get where he's coming from, we do need to be a team, but I agree with you," Natasha said, packing up her duffle.
Steve had demanded everyone arrive at the compound at dawn for training聽exercises. He'd spent the next seven hours forcing everyone into team, partner, and solo training simulations until everyone was feeling the hurt.
"I can't聽wait to go back to bed." Wanda sighed. "Maybe we can coerce Y/N to join us."聽
"That does sound nice." Natasha smiled. Natasha was pulling her hair into a ponytail when her phone rang shrilly. "Go for Romanoff."
"Agent聽Romanoff." Cho greeted. "I'm required to inform you that Y/N is in an infirmary bed. Again."
"What聽happened?" Natasha asked, gaining Wanda's attention.
"Y/N had a fall and has broken her leg," Cho informed Natasha. "It's a minor fracture, the bone didn't pierce the skin, but she will be in a cast for at least six weeks. And I'd like to keep her here overnight."
"Have聽you called Pepper yet?"
"No, I聽haven't been able to reach Miss Potts. My call went to voicemail."
"Wanda and I will be right there," Natasha said before hanging up. "Y/N broke her leg. Call Pepper let her know it's a code pink."
Reader POV
"Hi there, got yourself into a bit of a mess have we, sweetheart?" Wanda asked as she entered with Natasha on her heels.
"Please save the mocking until my next dose of pain blockers." You begged, leaning against your pillow.
"No-one is going to mock you," Wanda said as she and Natasha took seats beside you.聽聽
"Yet. No-one is going to mock you yet." Natasha smirked. "Because if it were anyone else, this is kinda funny."
"I hate this." You groaned. "Cho said I can't even go home tonight. Last time I ever try to do the laundry."
"It was a sweet thought, dorogoy," Natasha said, taking your hand. "But from now on, let's just send laundry out."
"Jesus Christ, I'm going to kill one of you these days," Pepper said as she rushed in. "Are you okay?" She asked, pulling you into a hug.
"I'm fine, Pep. A little bruised, a little broken, but I'm fine." You assured her.
"We can all see your leg, Y/N," Wanda said, tapping on the cast. "Cho says you're gonna be in it for six-eight weeks."
"Which means bed rest," Natasha told you.
"Lots and lots of bed rest." Pepper agreed.
"When she wakes up, she'll need to be on bed rest for at least a week," Cho explained, leading you, Natasha and Wanda forward. "That means no strenuous activity in the slightest. I don't even want her reaching for her tablet."
"No work. Got it." Wanda nodded.
"She can try walking a few steps every day to avoid pneumonia. No baths for two weeks, showers are okay, but she has to pat the area dry. 聽Now, full recovery after a surgery like this is about four weeks, but Pepper's a fighter, so it could be three."
"Is there anything else we should know?" You asked as you all entered Pepper's room.
"I think I've covered all the bases. When Pepper wakes up, make sure she drinks some water, and then FRIDAY will call me down to check her over." Cho told you before leaving you all alone with Pepper.
"God, she talks about us giving her grey hairs, I think I just lost a decade off my聽life span." Natasha sighed, collapsing heavily onto a chair.
"I'm waiting for my heart attack to kick in." You agreed, sitting on the arm of Natasha's chair.
Earlier that day, Pepper's appendix had burst. The four of you had been having breakfast when it exploded, and Pepper collapsed to the ground in pain.
Natasha had called Bruce and Cho while you and Wanda set about trying to help Pepper. Before you could actually process what was happening around you, Pepper had been whisked away to the med bay, and the three of you were in the waiting bay.
"She's going to feel like shit when she wakes up," Wanda commented, putting another pillow behind the woman's head.
"That is an understatement." Natasha snorted. "Thank God Cho's got her hooked up to the good stuff."
You, Wanda, and Natasha sat in Pepper's room, quietly talking, for three hours before Pepper began waking up.
"Hi, hon." You smiled, taking one of her hands.聽鈥淗ow are you feeling?鈥
鈥淟ike shit.鈥 She groaned, turning her head towards you.聽鈥淗ave I ever mentioned how much I hate being in the medical bay?鈥
鈥淒on鈥檛 think you have, sweetheart.鈥 Wanda smiled.
鈥淲ell I hate it.鈥 Pepper said firmly.聽鈥淣o more, we鈥檙e all banned from being in here from now on.鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e really out of it, aren鈥檛 you, kisa?鈥 Natasha asked, pushing hair off her face.
鈥淚 love you though. I love all of you.鈥 Pepper added, as though she hadn鈥檛 heard Natasha.聽鈥淓ven if you all give me grey hairs.鈥
鈥淲e love you too, Pep.鈥 You told her, pressing a kiss to her hairline.聽鈥淒espite you just giving us a heart attack.鈥
The four of you spent more time in the med bay than any of you wanted, it was almost a second home, but there was one good thing that came out of your time in the infirmary. The four of you all got to work on your bedside manner.
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procrastinatorimaginesa year ago
Fandom: Chicago PD / One Chicago
Character/s: Jay x Reader, Trudy
Warning/s: none
Word Count: 916
Based on this: imagine being Trudy鈥檚 goddaughter and she gets protective when she sees you getting too close to Jay
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Your godmother, Trudy, had invited you around the the District to see where she worked, you鈥檇 looked up to her since you were a child and you鈥檇 finally convinced her to bring you to work and go on a ride along.聽
It had been a pretty good day, Trudy had taken you on a pretty boring ride around Chicago but you鈥檇 caught up and grabbed lunch and come back early so she could show you the most exciting part of policing: paperwork.
She was trying to put you off becoming a cop, you knew that, but you were just glad to be spending the day with her for now.
Trudy had left you in the break room, having to actually go and do some paperwork before shift ended, flipping through a magazine she鈥檇 given you aimlessly and scrolling through your phone as you waited for her to get off.
鈥淚t鈥檚 Y/N right?鈥 A man said from the door, making you jump slightly as you swivelled around in your chair to see who had spoken to you. Your first thought about the stranger was well, that he was definitely handsome.
鈥淓rm, yeah, hi,鈥 you smiled, standing slightly and offering your hand to shake, aware that you still had ketchup on your shirt from lunch.
鈥淒etective Jay Halstead, call be Jay,鈥 he introduced himself, shaking your hand with a smile, a damn good smile at that.
鈥淩ight,鈥 you clicked your fingers, remembering Trudy mention the name,聽鈥測ou鈥檙e upstairs in... Intelligence, right?鈥 He nodded. She鈥檇 told you a lot about the Unit actually, but mostly so Mouch couldn鈥檛 fill in all of his own opinion, given the complicated history between 51 and their Sergeant, Hank Voight.
鈥淵ou waiting for Platt?鈥 He asked, going to grab a drink from the fridge as you sat down again.聽
鈥淵eah she鈥檚 just finishing up at the desk,鈥 you replied. Apparently, her fill in for the day had made a mess of a bunch of forms so she鈥檇 had to hang back to fix it, something she was very vocally not happy about. You actually felt bad for whichever officer had made the mistake, you loved your godmother but she could be pretty freaking scary.
鈥淥h I heard she took you on a ride-along today,鈥 he noted, leaning against a countertop and taking a sip of his drink,聽鈥渉ow鈥檇 you find it?鈥澛
鈥淚t was pretty uneventful to be honest,鈥 you admitted and he smirked.
鈥淗oping for a little bit more action?鈥 He asked and you shrugged, not actually sure if you should be honest with him with your actual intentions for the day. Because, truth be told, you鈥檇 already applied to the Police Academy, this ride-along was supposed to be your chance to break it to Trudy gently, something you鈥檇 completely chickened out of all day.
鈥淪omething like that,鈥 was how you answered and he regarded you a little suspiciously as you scratched your neck. Thankfully though, he didn鈥檛 pry.
鈥淲ell, the way she鈥檚 been talking you up to the DIstrict I鈥檓 sure you did fine,鈥 he told you, laughing a little as you blinked at him. Oh god, what had she been saying?
鈥淒o I want to know?鈥 You dared to ask, your embarrassment clearly amusing him as he took his time to finish off his drink before answering.聽
鈥淣othing aweful,鈥 he said with a wicked grin that told you otherwise, letting you wait for an agonising second before saying:聽鈥測ou looked cute trying to wear Trudy鈥檚 uniform.鈥
You felt your face going red as you sighed, shaking your head,聽鈥渙f course she showed you that,鈥 you complained. God you鈥檇 been what, 6? You鈥檇 only put on the shirt, it was a ridiculously big dress on you and you鈥檇 spend your time slapping people with your sleeves if they committed a聽鈥榗rime鈥, that is, if you weren鈥檛 tripping over instead.聽
鈥淲ell you look better now... you鈥檇 look better in it now,鈥 he said, correcting himself quickly when he heard the words he鈥檇 spoken,聽鈥淚 mean, I鈥檓 sure you鈥檇 fit into it now, not being a kid anymore,鈥 he tried and you laughed as he tripped over himself.聽
鈥淭hanks, I really appreciate it,鈥 you said sarcastically, glad your face was already red, otherwise he would have noticed your reaction to his comment. Was a hot detective flirting with you?聽
You were both laughing when Trudy walked, her face falling slightly as she looked between the two of you.
鈥淗ey, you all finished?鈥 You asked and she nodded, glaring a little at Jay as she looked back to you.
鈥淵eah, so we should go,鈥 she said a little quickly, grabbing your coat for you with a pointed look to Jay.
鈥淏ye Y/N,鈥 he smiled, a fact that Trudy was not happy with.
鈥淣ight Jay,鈥 you said, hearing Trudy click her fingers by the door.
鈥淣ight Trudy,鈥 he waved to her as you caught up.
鈥淯h-huh, see you tomorrow Chuckles, Y/N won鈥檛 be coming back鈥 she remarked pointedly, a warning tone clear in her voice as she gestured for you to go a head of her before you could argue, but you caught her glaring at Jay a little before you headed down the stairs to the exit.
鈥淪o Jay was nice,鈥 you commented, deliberately trying to get a rise out of her as she huffed, rolling her eyes and pulling open the front door to the building.
鈥淥ver my dead body,鈥 she replied dryly, but you got the feeling that she actually meant over his.
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masterwords7 months ago
A Case of the Mondays
Okay, this isn鈥檛 really a fic, it鈥檚 just...a blurb.聽 It was a comfort thing.聽 I wrote two really angsty whumpy stories this week and my heart hurt for Hotch, so I needed a little fluffy funny.聽 This is mostly dialogue, just a little over 1400 words and silly.聽 聽
If you've ever shown up to work on Monday morning filled with an aching sense of dread, you'll understand why Dave did what he did, and why Aaron sanctioned it.聽聽
鈥淵ou guys see Hotch this morning?鈥 JJ asked, a strange little look on her face. 聽Emily and Spencer swiveled in their chairs to look at her. The office was quiet for a Monday, most people were already head down lost in paperwork, trying to get ahead of it for the week. 聽 聽
鈥淣o, why? 聽What's up?鈥 Spencer asked, tucking a renegade chunk of hair behind his ear.聽聽
鈥淗e's got crutches in his office, I saw them leaning on his desk when I was doing my morning rounds.鈥
鈥淒id you ask him what happened?鈥 Emily asked, cocking an eyebrow. 聽He had all weekend to get into trouble, so it could have been anything she figured, and she let her mind run away with her for a minute. Realistically, she knew it was probably something regular and boring though. 聽JJ shook her head.聽聽
鈥淚 was hoping one of you would know so I didn't have to...鈥 JJ muttered, a sneaky little smile on her face. 聽Emily rolled her eyes and Spencer just looked back at the file on his desk, completely uninterested. 聽鈥淥h come on, isn't anyone the least bit curious?鈥
鈥淚t's Hotch鈥 Emily began, shaking her head. 聽鈥淗e probably just tripped on a toy or something.鈥 聽She paused for a moment, and then her eyes went wide and she grinned. 聽鈥淥r, maybe he was watching Jack and a bunch of his little preschool buddies when all of a sudden they went rabid and mauled him. 聽He's probably lucky to be alive.鈥 聽JJ and Spencer laughed at the image she'd just painted in their minds of Hotch covered in screaming toddlers.聽聽
鈥淲hat are we laughing about?鈥 Morgan was approaching with two coffees in hand, one for Spencer and one for himself. 聽鈥淚 want in.鈥澛犅
鈥淗otch is on crutches,鈥 JJ whispered, eyes darting nervously up toward his office door. 聽鈥淒o you know why?鈥
鈥淣ah, but you could just ask him...he probably wouldn't bite.鈥
鈥淲here's the fun in that?鈥 JJ asked, almost offended. 聽Spencer sipped his coffee and peered up at Hotch's office. 聽He hadn't really cared at first, but he was a little interested now. 聽It wasn't until Dave approached the group that things really took a turn.聽聽
鈥淐are to make it interesting?鈥 he asked, raising an eyebrow and sipping his coffee.聽聽
鈥淗ow so?鈥 Morgan asked, sitting on top of his own desk so casually you'd almost forget he was an FBI Agent. 聽He sipped his coffee and regarded Dave suspiciously 鈥 his idea of interesting could very well get them all arrested if they weren't careful, Dave was a bit of a wild card.
鈥淟et's start a pool 鈥 everyone submit a guess and $5, winner take all. 聽If no one is right, we use the cash to buy lunch tomorrow.鈥澛犅
鈥淔ive bucks per guess?鈥 Emily asked, pulling her wallet out of her purse and rifling through it. 聽鈥淚 have twenty bucks, can I make four guesses?鈥澛犅
鈥淢ake as many as you like.聽 We鈥檒l draw straws to see who asks him at the end of the day.鈥澛犅
鈥淪old!鈥 she said, tossing her money at Dave with a grin. 聽Everyone followed suit and began writing out what they thought happened. 聽What follows are the most interesting or bizarre theories on Hotch's need for crutches, but by no means is this list exhaustive.聽聽
Hotch took Jack grocery shopping. 聽Jack's too big to sit in the cart anymore so he's walking beside the cart dragging his hands along the shelves like little kids do when he accidentally knocked a bottle of juice off of the shelf. 聽He bends down to pick it up, but Hotch has to swerve the cart out of the way at the last second or he'd hit Jack, and his cart hits the shelf and all of the bottles come crashing down all around him, exploding grape juice and apple juice everywhere. 聽Then he slips and hurts his knee, but since its Hotch he ignores it and tries to help the clerks clean up the mess even though they're telling him he doesn't need to. 聽Coincidentally, he and Jack are never guying juice again. 聽(JJ)
While he nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping. 聽As of some one gently rapping, rapping at his chamber door. 聽鈥淭is some visitor,鈥 he muttered...and then he tripped on a rug and sprained his ankle. 聽He never answered the door.聽 (Spencer)
He was playing at the park with Jack when a little girl nearby started crying, begging for someone to help her. 聽Of course Hotch would go to her, he can't help it, and she points to her little kitty up in the tree. 聽Without even hesitating, Hotch climbs up into the tree to rescue the kitty. 聽 He managed to pass the kitty down to the girl but then when he's climbing down he slips and hurts his leg in the fall but he's so so happy because he saved the little kitty anyway. (Penelope)
He was out at the beach for the weekend, maybe some kind of romantic getaway? 聽And as they're walking on the beach, hand in hand, listening to the waves crash around them, he steps on a jellyfish. Maybe she (OR HE?!) has to pee on him to neutralize the venom even. 聽I don't know. 聽They're probably broken up now, after that ordeal. 聽Who could blame them? 聽I mean they had to pee on his leg. 聽OH OH no, it was a rattlesnake while he was out hiking with his dog. 聽Does he have a dog? 聽He should probably get a dog, it would help him know if there were rattlesnakes nearby. 聽Maybe it was a raccoon or a beaver. 聽I don't know exactly but it DEFINITELY involves renegade wildlife. 聽(Emily)
Maybe Hotch was born with an extra toe and finally decided to have it removed. 聽He's probably wearing it as a necklace now. 聽(Emily)
He was probably out running or riding his bike and got hit by a car or something. 聽It happens all the time.聽 I wouldn't be surprised, people don't pay attention to runners or cyclists. 聽(Morgan)
The pool was up to $75 by the end of the day, even Anderson and Chief Strauss found themselves sucked in, the stories getting wilder and wilder as the day wore on. 聽Dave just kept the bowl on his desk and let people submit answers throughout the day, reading each of them before he put them into the mix.聽聽
鈥淒ave, you're incorrigible,鈥 Aaron muttered after locking up his office, draping his arm over Dave's shoulders and allowing his friend to help him down the stairs. 聽Getting up wasn't too difficult without putting weight on his injury, but coming down was another thing entirely. Everyone in the bullpen was watching them expectantly.聽聽
鈥淵ou guys could have just asked,鈥 Aaron said, raising an eyebrow and slipping the crutches back under his arms once he'd reached the bottom of the stairs. 聽鈥淎nd Garcia...really? 聽A kitten in a tree?鈥
鈥淲ho...wha....鈥 Penelope stammered, and at once all eyes flew to Dave who smiled like the cat who had eaten the canary. 聽鈥淥h, you dirty dog, you KNEW.鈥澛犅
鈥淥f course I did, I was there. 聽You kids are so gullible.鈥 聽He pulled out his wad of cash and grinned. 聽The two of them made for the exit before everyone in the bullpen began calling out, a cacophony of voices.聽聽
鈥淲ait! You have to tell us what actually happened owe us!鈥 JJ pleaded.聽聽
鈥淛ack broke a glass in the kitchen and I stepped on a piece while I was trying to clean it up. 聽It needed some stitches and I have to stay off of it for a few days. 聽Your stories are a lot more fun, thank you for that. 聽Except you Emily, you need help. 聽Serious help.鈥
Emily made a sound of disgust.聽 鈥淚 knew it would be something boring.聽 I liked the jellyfish story better...鈥 Emily muttered under her breath as Aaron and Dave walked out of the building, toward Dave's car.聽聽
鈥淵ou're buying them lunch tomorrow, right?鈥 Aaron asked, sliding into the passenger seat and watching as his friend took his place behind the wheel.聽聽
鈥淥f course. 聽That was a helluva way to pass a Monday.鈥澛犅
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