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padfootdaredmetoo · 2 years

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Hi! First off I want to say how incredible ur Peaky imagines are, I love them! I’m new to your blog but it’s sooo good! And could I possibly request a Finn Shelby x reader imagine where the reader works for the blinders and one day comes into work with a hickey or two on her neck and everyone (accept Finn of course😂) is very confused as to who gave it to her. When they figure out it’s Finn they’re all really confused as to how they didn’t suspect anything was going on between them, and maybe John or Arthur are like “no way did our Finn do that” or “I thought Finn was still a virgin” and just like making them blush and stuff. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I understand. Just take your time and take care of urself! Keep up the incredible work❤️

This was such a sweet request and message! Welcome to the blog! I'm so happy you are enjoying my stuff!

Thank you for being so patient!!!! I know this is a Finn x reader but a lot of it is from Tommy's POV, hope that's okay.

Warnings: None but they originally think she has been sexually assaulted so they approach it in a heavy way. Sorta angsty. Light and fluffy ending plus some head canons! Lots of dad Tommy vibes because I can't help myself.

Thomas didn’t have the time to notice everything. There were complex layers to how the business ran and keeping the darker layers off of everyone else around him took more hours than the sun provided. Things that were not life or death often had to be placed on the back burner regardless of the personal consequences.

Walking in the door to his office he said good morning to the girls in the office as he always did. Lizzy gave a curt nod, and his receptionist prattled on about any notable news. Then as every morning she told him a horrible joke, big eyes watching for a reaction, and as always he nodded and moved into his office. Everything felt ordinary as he moved into his office. Tommy made a mental note to buy her a nicer scarf, the one wrapped around her neck was oddly familiar and horrible..

Sitting down in his chair he wished that there was a cure for the tiredness seeping into his bones.

As always, he heard John before he saw him. Sounded like he was giving the girl a hard time, something that was out of character for him. He didn't like the way his anger flared, and how his hands fisted at the volume of John’s voice. He heard Lizzy snap at him and things quieted down.

The family had sort of half adopted the girl, something that amazed him. All he heard about was how awful he was, how cursed the family is, why would they drag someone as sweet and gentle as her into a mess like this. He just didn't understand.

She was a nice girl, and under other circumstances she would have been an addition to a family anyone would be immensely proud of, unfortunately he was unable to see her as anything more than another person to worry about. She seemed to have different feelings towards him, something he assumed had to do with an absent father. The more he pushed her away the more jokes, silly notes, and cups of tea. So he just remained neutral, more for her safety than for anything else.

“Tommy!” John swung the door open and shut it rather loudly before walking through the dark office.

“John?” He answered lamely, he didn't have time for this.

“It’s one of those Changretta boys. M’sure of it. Hear them talking at the bar ‘bout her and Lizzy.”

“What exactly is the problem eh?” He looked at John with his eyebrows raised. Men talk all the time, and often too loud for their own good. If it was deserving, John's reaction made him feel like it was, it could be handled easily enough with a beating.

“The marks on her bloody neck! Looks like she fought off a fucking ocopus. Fuck sakes Tommy wake up and look around every now and again, it wont kill ya.” John took a deep breath. Tommy thought back to the horrible scarf. She was a part of the outer-inner circle of the family. Under his care, willing or not, people woulndt be laying their hands on her like that.

“Alright, calm down. Lot’s on me mind right now.” He ran his hands through his hair at the thought of going in there to ask her about it. That was a fathers job, and despite the way she looked up at him, he was most certainly not her father. He picked up the phone.

“Who are you calling? Call Moss and have them arrested!” Tommy fought the urge to laugh. He was going to call in an order for the whole changretta family to be arrested, it would give him the rare flicter of amusement. But that’s not how you play the long game and win these types of situations. Not to mention he doubted she would want to be swarmed by police for the rest of the day.

Tommy stood up and moved to look through the glass on either side of his door. Whatever John had said to her made her look physically deflated, and he didn't miss the way her hand shook as she wrote. Fuck.

The line connected.

“Pol, can you come down to the office?” He hoped this was going to be easy. But nothing between them was ever easy.

“What do you need now?” She said absently.

“Y/n has been assaulted by a fucking changretta!” John called into the voice box.

“WHAT THE FUCKING - ” She started shouting, his head started pound. He realized that taking the girl aside and talking to her himself was the best way forward.

“Look I’m just going to ask her myself to be sure but if she’s not right can I’ll send her to yours” He hung the phone up desperately wanting this whole thing to end.

“Go and find Arthur. I’ll talk to her about what happened.” John nodded and strode out of the room.

Tommy called her into the office and he watched her move into the room slowly. Normally she walked with an assertiveness that he found amusing, now she walked like she was unsure if the floor would swallow her whole. He motioned for her to take a seat and she gave him a little nod. The whole time she carefully avoided making eye contact.

She’d been shot once, shot many others, thrown men twice her size out of the office. She was young, but fierce, and to see her sit down looking defeated and nervous made his stomach twist.

“Not sure what John said to you, but I apologize for his behavior.” He said calmly. She gave him another little nod, eyes transfixed with the pattern on the carpet. He didn't know how to get the rest of the words out of his mouth. How do you ask about something like that, she seemed completely fine before John got there.

“You don't have to tell me about what you do in your private life. But - erm” Suddenly the room was too hot, and his throat was slightly tight. “Your neck, did uh, that was something you wanted to happen?” This was ridiculous.

“Yes, got a bit carried away” She said softly.

“So the changretta family eh?”

“What about them?” Her eyebrows knitted together and she finally looked up at him. Seeing her eyes round with fear and confusion made him wish that she hadn't. She knew what families and gangs to avoid, Tommy knew by the way she looked at him that it wasn’t anyone she shouldn't have been messing around with.

“They didn't give you a hard time?”

“No” She shook her head, understanding the previous question.

“So you weren't assaulted, and no rival gangs are bothering you?”

“No” She looked at him and he believed her. But it was obvious there was still something weighing heavily on her.

“And you would come to me if they were, right?” It was a simple enough question, but her eyes started to get watery and she took in a jagged breath.

______

Finn knew something was wrong when John and Arthur piled into the Garrison. They had that look on their faces, someone was going to die, and with the way they were walking over to him ment he was going to have to help. He fucking hated being apart of their team, they always got stuck with the wost stuff.

Arthur leaned down landing his heavy hand on his shoulder. Finn hated the way his mustache tickled his cheek.

“Y/N’s been messed around by a Changretta. Were on the move” Finn’s stomach dropped. He’d had to kill people, seen things he really wished he hadn't, but nothing compared to the fear he felt in that moment.

“WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?” He boomed. Arthur cuffed the back of his head painfully, but he didnt care what Tommy wanted, she was hurting and it was his job to protect her. He needed to get to her now.

____________

“That means a lot to me.” She whispered.

“Something is eatin’ at you, so just tell me. I’ll help.” Was it a boyfriend? Something was wrong and he hated how much he wanted to make it right.

“I - well I went on a date and then a few more dates, but I don't really know what the rules are - I love my job - love all of you - and I feel like I could get in trouble but i’m not sure - but asking means I could lose everything. And I wanted to be sure about the relationship before I did anything” She was almost hyperventilating.

“Just breathe, I won’t fire you over a relationship, unless it was with a rival family.”

“No, God, I wouldn't do something like that” Again he could tell she was telling the truth, but who else would be making her feel this guilty? “ I went out with your brother” Her face scrunched up like the words cut her to say them.

Tommy’s head was spinning at a rate uncharted, rage found its way back to the pit of his stomach. Fucking Arthur. He was sweet to her brought coffee and treats every now and again but not more than the rest of the family did. His hands started to shake. She was much, much, much too young, and undeserving of the demons that plagued him.

“See it’s bad isn't it, but I love him and I didn’t know how to tell any of you. God, you're mad at me!”

“I’m not mad at you! I’m -” Be began when Polly blew the door open with Esme on her heels, but his temper had risen to a breaking point.

“OUT!” He shouted pointing at them without taking his eyes off of her. To his surprise they backed out of the room and shut the door. She was crying properly now and Tommy got on his knees in front of her.

“Look at me” he said calmly. She reached out and grabbed his hand.

“I’m sorry.”

“Enough of that.” He squeezed her hand. “Arthur is a tricky man to be around, he should know better than to be putting his hands -” The door flew open again and he was about ready to pull his gun out when he saw it was Finn. His face was red and it looked like he’d ran here. Before he could tell the boy off - his hands were on her.

“Where are you hurt?! What happened?!” His hands ran over her, and his face was set in a way that Tommy had never seen before. Finally everything clicked into place.

The horrible familiar scarf was his mothers scarf. Finn was pulling her against his chest, crushing the poor girl in his arms.

She was going steady with Finn.

He actually laughed. Thank fucking christ.

“Why are you laughin? Nothing funny bout this?!” Finn roared which only made him want to laugh harder.

“It’s fine.” He finally said “Everything is fucking fine.” He looked down at her red face and she smiled at him.

He left the room to give them some space. Shutting the door he looked around at the family, John and Arthur running into the room.

“It’s just Finn. She’s going out with Finn.”

“Finn?!” John said incredulously. “Marked up her neck like that?”

“Can’t be our Finn, he’s barely tying his shoes.” Arthur said laughing.

“That explains why he pissed himself in the pub” The boys started to crack jokes and Polly moved close to his side.

“So nothing’s wrong, she's fine?” Polly said, looking at him sharply. “She’s fine. I made sure that everything is right” Tommy answered with a nod. Polly let out a breath and he hated himself for worrying her. She looked so frail when she was worried like that.

“How did he score her in the first place? We sure he’s not black mailing her into it?” Isaha was there, joining in on it now. Tommy looked into his office and saw Finn kneeling in front of her as she caught him up on everything that happened.

He was intent, eyes fixed on her like she was the sun.

“Let’s take this to the pub eh?” Tommy announced trying to give them some space. There would be plenty of time to embarrass him later.

____

Later at the pub, Finn stormed in, placing a firm blow on the side of John's face. Tommy and Arthur stood up immediately.

John only looked at him with wide eyes. Finn whispered something and John nodded pulling him into a firm hug. They were laughing so everyone else settled down. Y/n strode into the bar missing the incident completely, smiling brightly as Polly and Esme pulled her towards a booth to question her.

____

Some head cannons

When he punched John he told him not to speak to her like that ever again. Despite the fact that he’d helped kill people and do things for the family, that was the first time John saw him as a man.

John apologized to her for losing his temper, said he was beside himself after hearing the Changretta’s talk shit the night before.

Finn and her messing around and the next morning they notice that he marked up her neck. Both of them start to panic as she works a job where she is in the public eye. Plus she’s going to have to keep it away from Tommy. So Finn just rummages through his drawers that morning and finds the scarf he kept that was his mums. He doesn't want to give it to her because it’s the only thing he really has left that was his mums. But she’s freaking out so he gives it to her and feels happy to see her wear it.

At some point Tommy just accepts his role in her life and takes on a more brotherly / father like role. He finds out more about her childhood from Finn after making a rude comment about how he’s ended up fathering her. Tommy feels horrible when he finds out that her dad died when she was small and her many step fathers were pretty horrible to her. He doesn't laugh at her jokes in the morning, but he brings her coffee & a muffin to make sure she eats breakfast and spends more time checking on her and giving her advice when she needs it.

Lizzy watches all of this happen and feels happy that he finally stopped shutting her down and pushing her away. Both of them sort of work together to help her with -some kind of problems - then realize that they are kind of good at working together…..

When her and Finn get married Tommy just assumes that he’s going to walk her down the aisle. She didn't know how to ask him so she doesn't and plans on walking down herself. But when she gets there he’s waiting for her and they have to pause the wedding because she starts crying super hard.

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living-darkness · 1 year

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BNHA Boys: Kissing You For the First Time

Check out my masterlist if you want more of my writing! If you want more BNHA boys, villains, or heroes, send in a request!

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❄Shoto❄

It would be a soft kiss out of curiosity. What is this kiss thing people speak of?

The suddenness would startle you.

"T-Todoroki...do you know what you did just now?"

"Yes. I kissed you," he murmured.

"But why? Do you even know the meaning of it?"

"I asked Kaminari. He said it's what you do with people you like."

You sighed, "I'm sorry, he might have confused you. Usually, it's what you do with someone you have feelings for."

"I have feelings for you," he blinked.

"Romantically. That's what I mean."

"Hmm..."

"You should've saved your kiss for someone you like...Your first is something special you can't get back," you frowned, "Kaminari should've thought of you still learning to understand feelings."

"What do romantic feelings feel like?"

With a smile, you explain, "When someone makes you feel warm. Or you feel happy to see them. They make you nervous with a jittery stomach. They...occupy your mind even when you don't want them to. And when you absolutely can't stand to see them upset.--That's what it feels like in general, but it can feel different for everyone."

Did that mean he had romantic feelings for you? Now he was even more curious.

💥Katsuki💥

It would be utterly spontaneous. Either right after the danger has passed or after a sudden confession. The kiss would be passionate but unsure all at once. Pouring out all his feelings, yet he is afraid of your response.

But then you'd kiss him back and a shiver would run course through his body.

"Why did you kiss me?" you whisper.

"Because the best only wants the best," he grumbled shyly, "and there's nobody good enough for that but you."

"Oh, the Katsuki Bakugo considers me an equal? How charming."

With a scoff, he kisses you again, "Shut up."

🥦Izuku🥦

It would be full of consideration, a little jittery, but with his all, like Midoriya does with anything else.

"I-I'm sorry...I just...When I saw you out there, hurt...You have no idea how worried I was."

"Midoriya..."

His forehead bumped against yours, brows furrowed and his lips in a pout, "It made me realize things can happen in an instant. I couldn't waste time not telling you how I felt anymore."

"But how in the world did you gain feelings for me?"

"You were always there for me, supporting me, you always had my back and kept my secret. You became my person of comfort without realizing it."

"Well, it may be admiration--"

"It's not just that! I...feel all warm and fuzzy when you're around. I imagine us sharing crepes together. Things like that..."

"Sharing crepes? Isn't that what you think boyfriends do with the person they're dating?" he looked away at the teasing expression.

"Y-yes."

"If you want...once I get out of here, we can get a crepe to split."

He went red at the implication.

"I-I'd like that."

💪🏻Kirishima💪🏻

He would be an absolute gentleman because that's the manliest way.

"Can I...Can I kiss you? You're just so perfect right now."

And you let him. You can tell he's nervous, but he pushes it to the back burner and finds some confidence to exert.

You wouldn't know, but his eyes would flutter open for a moment to see your expression. Just to make sure he wasn't the only one who enjoyed it.

And when you pull away, his smile is so wide, his cheeks and ears a deep red.

Rubbing at the back of his neck, he can't help but ask, "Was that okay?"

"More than okay.

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j0kers-light · 11 months

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have you considered taking requests? Your writing is wicked good and I get it if you don’t. If you’re interested/ I was feeling a role reversal with a male Y/N being the civilian to joker’s female?

Hello anon I love you so so much!! First things first I never considered taking requests (I didn’t think anyone cared😭😭😭) but THEN I read yours and I went down a spiral! You didn’t give me any details or perimeters, just an idea and I just took that as a sign to go crazy go stupid! It is my first time writing for a M!reader so please forgive me if I screwed that aspect up! I got carried away and I’m not ashamed!!

I’m so sorry this is almost three weeks old! I promise I didn’t put you on the back burner.. I just didn’t now where to go at one point SO! without further ado *drum roll*

Role Reversal

Please note I was kinda inspired by The Neighborhood. I can envision Joker walking into this song sooo bad! Enjoy! 🖤✨

It was like any other day. Long hours spent sorting and moving heavy shipments within the warehouse.

Everyone had a role and stuck to it while maintaining playful banter whenever there was downtime in between work. You worked third shift, being wide awake when the common civilian was fast asleep. You handled the unseen portion of society's cycle of commerce. If you didn't work, these important goods would never arrive on time to where they needed to go.

A lot could happen overnight. It was your goal to make sure it did.

It didn't matter what was inside the boxes, your job was to prepare and load them into trucks. In your division just about everything from household electronics to stationary could pass through.

Tonight you signed up for misc. overtime. Ten hour shifts with your fellow co-workers packing who knows what. It could be anything passing right under your nose.

Your manager; who's attitude was infamous within the warehouse and aptly nicknamed Frost, vaguely confirmed some goods were hot and reminded everyone to keep their heads down and not ask any questions tonight.

This was Gotham City. Not everything being moved was legal but a job was a job and this one paid the bills very well. You learned to keep your mouth shut a long time ago about the things you saw. The company had lawyers on standby should there be any liability issues. You wouldn't need them.

You were almost done with your shift without touching any hot items when a new order was assigned to your line in redacted print.

"Great." You sighed and waited for the goods to arrive. In the meantime, you read over the shipment details.

They were bound for a southern shipping container truck. It was common knowledge that the south warehouse processed all of the illegal goods. Walking back there freaked you out and you didn't like to stay longer than necessary to get a job done there.

The new order consisted of ten big wooden crates with ominous fragile stickers plastered all over. You programmed your mind to ignore the contents and simply do your job.

"Whatcha think is inside of 'em, huh, Y/n?" Your buddy Jazz asked. He'd been with the company for three years and still asked stupid questions. It was a miracle he was still employed.

You matched the serial numbers to your portable power pad and scoffed. "Don't know, don't care."

You read the loading bay, 3B, and called it out. "On me. Three, two..." You were flexing your muscles to lift on one when a loud blast came from the main entrance.

It brought with it a cloak of smoke but you could hear the various shouts and rapid gunfire closing in on your location. "Jazz! Get down!"

You dove to tackle him and avoided the spray of bullets that hit the wall behind you.

"Yo! What the f__k man!?" Jazz shoved you away to scramble to his feet. You were confused as to why he was so calm until approaching footsteps stole your attention.

They were calculated and sharp on the ear, almost like heels, which made you stop and think.

What sane woman would walk through gunfire? Let alone be at a warehouse this late at night. Regardless, three figures emerged through the smoke.

One was a tall man who carried an assault rifle and another who preferred a standard pistol— but both flanked a woman whose presence stopped your heart.

Gotham City's most notorious psychopath was here and she looked every bit the crime boss she claimed to be.

Her stilettos could kill a man while simultaneously adding height to her petite frame. The tailored pinstripe suit she wore was a deep plum with subtle details but it was nothing compared to the complex character wearing it.

Joker's long hair was dyed her signature forest green and tonight she kept it pushed back— so her face could be seen.

The scars. They were hideous and yet one couldn't look away no matter how hard they tried. Some accounts reported an ex lover did it, another rumor claimed it was self-inflicted. Why any woman would carve her own face was beyond you.

Paired with her ghastly white makeup and dramatic smokey eyeshadow (that accented her light green eyes) she looked every bit the scary clown found in movies.

Joker came to a stop in front of Jazz and for a moment you thought she was gonna kill him outright until she smiled wide.

Her glossy black lipstick highlighted her unnaturally white teeth. "Well, well, well! Someone's been a very good boy."

Seeing coverage of her on tv was one thing opposed to the real deal. So many cops and eyewitnesses claimed she sounded like the devil, low and fierce, a true menace when demanding things yet if you closed your eyes, there was a slight childlike quality to her voice that put your mind at ease.

Delicate and alluring until she proved otherwise.

"Y-Yeah, I told ya I'm good for it! Don't believe me? It's all here." Jazz swept his arm towards the crates you two were supposed to be moving.

It took you all of three seconds to realize he was in on this. You decided to stay hidden behind a nearby forklift and listen. Joker nodded at her lackey to inspect. Thankfully he only cared about checking the goods and not looking over the side to find you. You saw him nod and move along to check the other crates down the line.

Jazz must've been promised compensation beforehand or he was simply one of the most cockiest dealers you ever seen. "Soooo. I helped secure the goods, gave solid intel." Joker's eyes darted over to him. "What's in it for me eh?"

Joker quickly replied. "I don't follow."

It was too quiet in the warehouse. The lackey finished his inspection and gave the all clear to his boss before resuming his flanking position. Everything was accounted for.

More men appeared from nowhere and began manually moving the crates into the 3B container. You looked on in horror as they added two more large crates into the container before closing it shut.

The truck was already backed into the loading bay. It wouldn't be hard for them to drive off with whatever was inside. What was Jazz thinking, messing with this lot? You peeked out of your hiding spot at the shakedown wrapping up. They were blocking the only exit and from here, things weren't looking too good for Jazz. He was outgunned and outmanned.

Joker had a frown on her face and from your position, you saw her acrylic nails twitch on the trigger of her gun.

The safety was off.

You knew Jazz had a hot temper and it didn't take much to set him off. You saw the signs in his posture. He took a deep breath and ticked his head to the side before speaking. "I'm askin' heh, where's my cut?"

You facepalmed. Jazz was incredibly stupid and Joker thought the same.

"Oh. Oh! You want a uhhh.. percentage! You hear that? He wants a cut!" Joker directed at her lackey holding the rifle. He chuckled and shook his head at the audacity.

Her heels clicked loudly on the warehouse floor as she walked closer to Jazz. Without warning, she grabbed his face and used her other hand to brandish a knife to it.

"You wanna cut? I'll give you a cut. You think I'd pay a lowlife informant like you?! Ha! Now, don't get me wrong. I'm veryyyy thankful for the intel. Really! I am! But uhh.. I don't need you anymore."

Joker spoke with such conviction she almost sounded sympathetic using her airy voice. It was like an angel speaking on the devil's behalf.

"And when I don't need things, they become loose ends! You wanna know what I do with loose ends?" She paused for dramatic effect.

Jazz looked ready to piss his pants but still had the balls to answer her. "N-No. No I don't."

"Of course you don't know! So lemme tell you!"

You began to hyperventilate to the sound of Jazz choking on his own blood. A feminine giggle was also heard right before your co-worker's body slumped to the ground.

"I get rid of 'em." Joker replied to no one. "You three handle the rest and move out."

They all replied with their affirmatives and the area suddenly became vacant. You thought they were gone and opened your eyes.

You were still behind the forklift but took a peek around. The coast was clear. You breathed a sigh of relief. Tonight's shift was insane and you didn't know how to proceed any of it. How would you report this to HR?

You turned around to catch your breath but you saw Joker crouching down in front of you. "Holy shh.."'

Your heart was in your throat watching her stare at you. Up close like this you could really appreciate her domineering presence in all of its glory. She applied both fear and seduction to rule Gotham City and it worked wonders in her favor.

Before her disfigurement you had no doubt she was beautiful. Hell, to an extent she still was.

Full lips stained a jet black curled naturally at the corners. Joker had a heart shaped face with soft features but her eyes... God, her eyes. They drew you in with their pale color and they were framed by thick, dark lashes.

They brushed against her high cheekbones with each exaggerated blink. "That's it. Breathe for me now..."

Her voice coached you into regulating your heartbeat. She didn't seem hostile at present but you knew her reputation. Her mood could flip at the drop of a hat.

"Better?" She asked. Your voice hadn't returned yet so you nodded frantically. It seemed to appease her. "Good, that's good."

Her hand came up to cup your cheek and brush some of your h/c hair off of your forehead. She cooed at you gently when you flinched away from her touch.

"Now, now. None of that." Her heavy lidded eyes were all you saw this close up. You chose to ignore Jazz's blood splattered across her face. She smelled like lighter fluid and roses; an obnoxiously sweet smell that clouded your senses.

You began to crave more of it against your better judgment.

She glanced down at your uniform and spotted your ID. A purple nail scraped the plastic surface right above your heart. "What are you so afraid of, Y/N L/N?" She even pronounced it right on the first try!

You stared straight into her eyes and answered truthfully. "You."

You were graced with her smile. It didn't matter that it was slicker than oil and also the same shade, it was the last thing you saw before you lost consciousness.

Your body felt groggy as if it were moving through molasses.

There were lights overhead that kept fading in and out. It felt like a weight was on your body. Like down feathers you wanted to cuddle into. Sure it was comforting but something told you the pressure it was wrong. It didn't belong there.

Your instincts were correct when it kept touching your body unprovoked. It glided over your chest and arms and moved to the nape of your neck almost affectionately.

You shook your head, groaning, which only made the feeling worse. The unknown was kissing you and you couldn't deny that it felt absolutely amazing.

"Wait..." you slurred. Your hands moved through the heavy fog and came to a rest on a set of hips.

They began moving in earnest once you squeezed them tight. No amount of force could make them stop. Overtime they grew tired of your useless efforts and relocated your hands above your head. Then all bets were off.

You protested but a gentle voice shushed you. A lingering kiss burned your cheek as you slipped back into unconsciousness.

You woke up in the back of an SUV. The lights you saw before were street lamps shining through the sunroof.

Your head was still foggy but all of the night's events came back to you when a weight shifted on your chest. You looked down in horror as a head of green hair nuzzled in closer to you. A rush of roses hit you right as Joker glanced up at you.

How could someone so beautiful cause so much mass destruction? Surely this was a dream.

Without thinking about the consequences, you brushed a strand of her hair away from her face. Two seconds later she had your wrist pinned to the headrest and a knife at your throat.

"Aht aht, don't get all sentimental on me alright?" She eyed your lips hungrily until you threw all caution to the wind.

"S-Sorry it's just, you're so pretty. Wait, f__k! That's not true! Wait, you are.. but I mean that's not.." She watched you struggle with words with a raised brow.

"And I'm the crazy one." Joker murmured under her breath. This was pathetic to watch. "Spit. It. Out!"

You looked at her, ready to reply, when the entire SUV suddenly lurched forward. You were protected by your seatbelt but Joker almost went airborne if not for your quick response. You caught her around the waist and dragged her back down before she was sent flying towards the front.

"Have you ever heard of a seatbelt before?" You asked offhandedly. She rolled her eyes at your lame joke.

"Hey Boss! Your lover boy is here!" The driver shouted over his shoulder. It was like a switch went off.

Whatever cheeky moment you had with Joker was cast aside, the second her crush/enemy was confirmed tailing the SUV. "Bats?"

Joker instantly got excited and dove forward to program the sunroof open. The vehicle was going over eighty mph and the sudden wind spun her seaweed hued hair about like a hurricane, giving her perfect bed head vibes.

She ducked down to ask you. "How do I look?"

Your e/c eyes traveled from her toned legs in those sexy heels, to her clenched waist, all the way up to her deadly smile waiting for your opinion.

You couldn't lie no matter how dangerous it was to tell the truth. You were a warm blooded male for crying out loud and Joker was every bit an ideal female. Well, minus the face and personality. But her body?

"H-Hot. You look.. hot."

You waited with bated breath to be stabbed or worse, but Joker simply laughed and stood on the seat to poke her head out the sunroof.

What followed was typical Batman and Joker behavior. She taunted the caped cruiser while shouting out declarations of love, (it didn't make you jealous..) while firing off an array of guns which surprisingly included a bazooka, at the hero.

You panicked when the front seat passenger loaded it up inside the SUV before handing it off to Joker. "Hey hey hey hey! What the f—!"

The shockwave it made as it went off caused the SUV to lose control for a few scary minutes and it left you little choice but to wrap your arms around Joker's legs, lest she hurt herself in the chaos.

Her jovial laughter sent a clear message that she was having way too much fun to care about safety.

If Batman's swanky tank of a car wasn't enough, two GCPD cruisers flanked the speeding SUV and rammed both sides at once. And poor you was caught in the middle, swearing at the top of your lungs. More gunshots decorated the body of the car, one of them piercing through the back of the passenger's seat.

Joker's men in the front were mocking your attempts to get her to stop this madness and pull over.

She kicked your arms away and continued her antics until you had enough. You never thought things through during intense situations. You adopted tunnel vision until the problem was resolved.

You tuned out the police screaming to ceasefire as you poked your head out of the sunroof. Your voice lowered an octave as you yanked Joker's arm down. "Get back inside the car now!"

Her minty eyes were wide like saucers witnessing your dominant display and if you were more focused, you would've seen the incoming missile hurling towards the SUV. It obviously came from the Batmobile and in any other scenario, the shell would've been harmless.

Joker was a tough cookie and so were her goons. They could walk away from anything unscathed. You couldn't.

The missile hit dead on, sending the SUV swerving straight into a GCPD car and both flipped over multiple times upon impact. The crash site was hauntingly quiet.

The other police cars set up a perimeter a respective distance as the Batmobile screeched to a halt behind it. As broken glass and smoke settled, you came too fairly quickly. More quick thinking on your part saved you and Joker's life as you pulled her inside and shielded her head the moment her driver shouted, incoming!

You wished you kept your seatbelt on but things weren't always perfect in near death situations.

You took majority of the impact and knocked out your shoulder to save Joker's more fragile body. You lost your grip on her during the second roll and you had to wait until the SUV came to a stop, on its driver's side, to call out to her.

All she did was groan and turn her head away. Not good.

You saw a sea of flashing lights and wisely crawled out the door for help. This was supposed to be an average night at work, clocking overtime, not witnessing your co-worker make a bad arms deal and be actively involved in a high speed police chase. Wait till your friends heard about this on the eleven o'clock news.

You were still wearing your work uniform but the police still shouted at you to stop moving and put your hands on your head. You didn't get offended; you did emerge from The Joker's getaway vehicle. You could be hostile for all they knew.

Orders were orders and you raised your bloody hands up slowly but that didn't stop your mouth from moving.

"My name is Y/N L/N I work at Dixon Shipping Co. I'm unharmed! She's inside and unresponsive! Please... do.. something.."

You sighed as two officers made their way to your side. Too little too late. They fell dead from two gunshots each. It caused another wave of panic and you turned to watch a disoriented Joker pick off the remaining cops like flies.

Her head was bleeding and she was missing a shoe but god did she look drop dead gorgeous in her element. Her hair was a mess blocking her vision, but she made it to your side without any issue.

You thought the worst when she yanked you up to your feet and shoved the barrel of her gun to your head. Great, so her mood had turned sour, again.

This time Batman himself entered the scene. "Let him go, Joker." His modified voice sounded way cooler on GCN..

Joker wheezed out a laugh. "Oooooh! Is my Batsy jealous?! Don't know why, since you SHOT A MISSILE AT ME!" She pointed her gun at the dark knight. "You... hurt me.. Bats. All the time! Over and over! Y/n would never hurt me. Right, Y/n?"

Batman gave you a look that clearly meant, play along or die.

You watched as another fleet of cops arrived on scene. Batman waved them back. Joker was far more hostile than she'd ever been and her head injury was only making her current episode worse. She kept blinking her eyes and swaying on the spot, but she was in control as long as a weapon was in her hands.

You played along and made sure to establish physical contact with her. "That's right J-Joker. I would never, um h-hurt you. Ya gotta believe that baby." The endearment left a sour taste on your tongue but if she was buying the lie, hey.

You felt the gun waver on your temple and you cautiously moved to twist Joker around so she was facing you. She felt so small wrapped up in your arms, you never wanted to let her go.

You fussed over her wild hair and sucked your teeth at the nasty gash found on her head. "I told you to wear a seatbelt."

"Shut up." Joker groaned. You were only one privy to the tiny smile pinching at her black lips.

"I'm giving you one last warning, Joker. Let. Him. GO!"

And all of your hard work went down the drain.

Joker screamed and restrengthened her grip on the gun, now pointed squarely at your forehead.

"Or what Bats? Huh? Or what? You're gonna punish me? Ohhh I do love it when you do that." Joker tipped her head back and laughed. Each tap of her gun to your head felt like a code but you wrote it off as a coincidence.

Maybe she was growing on you or maybe she was just predictable. Fat chance of that. But either way you felt safe being held at gunpoint by this madwoman. You knew she wouldn't pull the trigger. Her finger was nowhere near it.

"I'm not here to play games, Joker."

Joker scoffed at her adversary. Batman was no fun; you however were. Joker gave you a lazy, pained smile and out of the blue kissed you right there in the middle of the street. You were too tired to deny her.

A spotlight highlighted the bizarre moment and made you pull away to look up at it.

A helicopter was hovering above and within seconds a rope was tossed over, headed your way. Joker used your dazed expression (her kisses were that electrifying) and the shock factor from her audience to grab onto the rope. She fire her automatic at the police department to make her grand escape. They never saw it coming.

One bullet clipped Batman's breastplate, stunning him if anything, but the effect was all the same. It bought her some time to make it a few feet off the ground to get away.

Joker's sultry laugh quickly drew Batman's attention. "Have fun boys! Don't hurt each other too much fightin' over little 'ol me!"

More gunshots and laughter rained down as you dove for cover and stumbled across a broken piece of mirror. Black lipstick marks were all over your face and neck. No wonder GCPD officers saw you as a threat before.

Joker sent a clear message: you were her new plaything. And you were quite fine with that new title.

#ledger joker x reader #male reader #female joker #joker x y/n #reader insert #a03 writer #romance #batman #yandere #thanks anon!#thanks for the ask!#request #i love this so muuuuuch

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So, Ricky saw that EJ was stressed and just went ahead and flirted with Gina. I am trying to like Ricky but it's so hard. He's either extremely oblivious or just plain selfish. I can't even thoroughly enjoy the RJ scenes because he's so duplicitous.

You sent me this after 3.03, but I'm answering after 3.04 just aired, so needless to say, I'm so sorry for the late response anon!

My thoughts have actually changed about this after 3.04. I probably would have been defending Ricky after 3.03 because I really don't think that's what he was doing. I don't think he was purposely flirting with Gina and trying to be duplicitous at all. He even seeks out EJ to go on the late night adventure with him at first. So he was trying to continue to establish a friendship with him. I think they all left the tent b/c EJ was so stressed and thought that he needed some alone time. Which is understandable.

With 3.04, what confuses me about Ricky's feelings towards Gina is that it was so sudden. The first three episodes of S3 didn't have any buildup for Ricky having romantic feelings for Gina (and canonically, he hasn't had romantic feelings for her since S1). He was also trying really hard to be besties with EJ, and even Jet, but all of that was sort of put on the back burner in 3.04. He didn't seem super concerned about Jet going missing, even though Val said that he was. Also, EJ and Gina have been super public with their affection for one another in 3.01-3.03, but Ricky only seems to have a reaction/jealousy to it now. He also broke up with Lily just 4 days ago, which the writers subtly remind us of by mentioning her twice this episode. I don't believe that Ricky's trying to purposely hurt EJ or Gina, but he's clearly struggling with some kind of internal conflict towards them right now. Like he said, we "don't know the whole story" yet, and I get the feeling we're going to learn about what that means exactly later on this season. During the movie night, Gina says something about not liking liars, and we see both EJ and Ricky's reaction to this. We obviously know what the lie is for EJ (the letter), but Ricky looks over to EJ as Gina says this and then he leaves. There's clearly some secret Ricky is hiding, and looking at EJ seemingly makes him upset enough to leave movie night. (I also kind of feel like Ricky did that to himself because he chooses to sit right behind EJ and Gina of all the places he could have sat for the movie...)

I don't feel comfortable calling Ricky selfish in this situation because it's still unclear on what's happening. I don't think he's trying to be selfish, I do believe he genuinely wants the best for Gina. I could be wrong about this, but I get the feeling Ricky is extremely insecure about being the male lead, especially when this is Gina's shot at stardom. Ricky tries to sing "Love is an Open Door" with her, despite it being EJ's idea, b/c I think he's trying to make up for his previous experiences as a leading man. Maybe Ricky really wants to show everyone that he was rightfully cast as Kristoff. Corbin takes one look at EJ and decides he fits the villain role/leading man more, which leads to Portwell's (adorable!) duet. Unlike EJ's previous duet w/ Nini, things actually go well this time w/ Gina. Once EJ found his confidence, with plenty of encouragement from his girlfriend, he was nailing it as Hans/leading man. I think that probably makes Ricky feel really insecure, especially when Gina is relying on him as her co-star. The next thing we see him doing is going over his lines, b/c he doesn't want to mess this up. Slipping into the leading roles happened so easily/naturally for EJ and Gina, that I think Ricky is struggling with being a lead as well. This was also the first episode so far where Ricky seems a bit more distant from EJ. Like he's not actively trying with their friendship anymore, which again seems inconsistent. I'm not sure what the writers have planned for these 3, but I am interested to see where it goes, I guess.

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts s3 #ej caswell #gina porter #portwell #ricky bowen #gicky #hsmtmts speculation #nini salazar roberts #ejini #hsmtmts lily #frozen #frozen hans #kristoff #corbin bleu #caswen #hsmtmts jet #hsmtmts val #thanks anon!

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oceangirl24 · 1 year

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Tag Game! Here We Go Again

I'm enjoying these way too much. However, I did just spend an hour working on the first chapter of Saudade, so I feel like I earned this. lol

I got hit twice by @mrsmungus and @tsunderewatermelon so I'm doing them all.

My Words: Sick, prove, lay, choke, touch, dangle, drift, sample, cold, never, honest

Your Words: sport, behead, steel, build, buffet

Tagging everyone pretty much (no pressure of course): @mrsmungus @mikaharuka @tsunderewatermelon @writingpotato07 @winterlovesong1 @hylianjo @lena-hills and anyone who wants to jump in.

Autumn in Philadelphia

Lay: “Whoa! Does this stuff stink!” Shawn exclaimed waving his hand in front of his face. He wrinkled his nose in repulsion at the acrid-smelling concoction he and Cory had created. The bathroom was a mess— tubes and capless bottles lay all over the counter and floor.

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AiP: The Return

Dangle: She then gave Dylan a sly side glance, curious if he knew anything about the sport at all. She told him, “Daddy knows a bunch of the pros on the Rangers and Islanders and plays in one of the men’s leagues at my home rink when he can. He’s got a mean clapper. Everyone says so. He goes top shelf at least once in almost every game and I’ve seen him let loose a few Howizters, too. Put him in a barn burner and he’ll show you what a dangler he is. He’s a real beaut.” She waited expectantly to see if he understood anything she’d said. Her hockey knowledge rivaled her figure skating knowledge, and she was just a bit smug about it.

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Prove: “Prove you’re not boring.”

Jon gave him an apprehensive glare. He said nothing.

“See!” Shawn said to Audrey holding his hands out towards Jon. “He won’t even say anything! He’s boring.”

“Fine,” the teacher snapped. “What do you want me to do?”

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Choke: As he watched Kat fawn over Jon and completely ignore him, Shawn was eating the coleslaw that had been in the back of the refrigerator for three weeks. It was as offensive and detestable as the woman in his home, but he didn’t need to eat much of it. He just had to choke down a couple of spoonfuls. Just before Audrey was due to come over, his stomach began to complain loudly at his poor choice of food.

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Drift: Katherine always assumed that if Jon ever got married, and that was a very big if, it would be very late in life. And if he had kids, it would be one at the most with someone he wasn’t with anymore. She imagined him to be very successful in his career while still drifting from relationship to relationship.

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Honest: Shawn frowned. “Give me your honest opinion: what do you think Ms. Tompkins is up to?”

“Honestly? I don’t know yet. But I have this really bad feeling when she’s around.”

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Sample- no sample so I went with portion: Jon spent his Sunday afternoon on the phone trying to reach the administrators of the schools the new hires came from. Five files lay out on his desk in front him. All five were incomplete. Credentials were missing with portions of the resumes redacted. Jon had never seen educator profiles like these in his career.

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AiP: Saudade (Unpublished WIP- extra long snippet cause I'm excited. lol)

Cold: “I remember her offerin' to go home with you when you were released to be your private nurse.”

Jon shook his head. “I don’t remember any of that.”

“Yeah, well,” Shawn rubbed his hands together as though he was suddenly cold. “I didn’t hear you tell her no or anythin' so I kinda thought you were into her. And since I was still upset about you and Audrey, I sorta left without seein' you.”

A look of sadness washed over Jon’s face as he sat back against the elevated bed. “Why would you think that I’d be flirtin' with my nurse right after comin’ out of a coma?”

Shawn shrugged his face reddening with embarrassment. “Well, Chet told me that when he came down to see you, he saw the nurse all over you and you were clearly enjoyin' it.”

He caught the look of confusion and outrage on Jon’s face as he continued, “Chet said it was the same woman he saw you with at the beginnin’ of the school year.”

“What?!” was all Jon could say.

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Never: “He said he saw you guys at the Sunoco gas station at the edge of town. She was all over you and he said you were really into her, that you-“

“Shawn,” Jon held up his hand to stop him. “That was no blonde at the Sunoco station- that was Audrey.”

“What?!”

“Yeah, that was Audrey. She came down a couple of times to see me right at the beginning of the school year, but we almost got caught together by one of the board members, so she stopped comin’ down and I went up to see her. There was never a blonde, not at the gas station and not at the hospital. And Chet never came to see me.”

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Sick Day

Sick: "I don't do sick, Aud," Jon leaned again the door frame again. "I have a hard enough time taking care of myself when I'm sick. I don't know how to take care of a kid! You remember that cold I had in January?"

"Yes, I do. And I'm very thankful colds only last a week. I was this close..." she put her thumb and forefinger up to his nose. There was little space between her fingers. "To requesting another cooperating teacher to finish my student teaching with."

"And you wanna leave Shawn with me?"

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Touch: Audrey quietly walked behind the couch. Her heart was full of emotion and affection for them both. She leaned over the couch and lightly put the back of her hand on Shawn's forehead. The teen's brow was cool to the touch. She pulled the blanket up around his shoulders and tucked it under his chin. She watched him for a while, smiling to herself. Then she turned her attention to the man next to him and found that he was watching her through half-open eyes.

#word tag #tag game #writing tag game #boy meets world fanfiction #snippets #wip fanfiction #sneek peek #shawn hunter #jonathan turner

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pack-the-pack · 2 years

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My (likely) unpopular opnions on Mo Dao Zu Shi.

So I finished the novel, and I'll be only talking about the novel and the novel alone, not taking into consideration any of the other iterations, simply because I didn't finish any of them. This is also just my opinion and because I can't keep my thoughts to myself, so try to not take it too seriously.

!ALSO HAS SPOILERS!

1- Jin Guangyao is my favourite and I love him, I don't care what anyone has to say. I believe almost everything he said in the Guanyin temple, maybe aside from whether his child was conceived before or after he married Qin Su. But I'm inclined to believe him on that too rather than to doubt, because he really didn't seem like he liked causing harm unless he saw it as strictly necessary.

2- That said, that's mostly just going by the book. Idk how canon we're supposed to take the extras to be, but if they're indeed meant to be canon, the extra by the name of "Villainous Friend" kind of makes my love for him waver a bit. But I understand his position, he was ordered by his dad, so refusing or leaving the job half done would probably be bad for him. But dude... He could have spared some mercy for the children (but maybe that'd be a bad idea, having living proof that a grudge fuels insanity and bloodlust sitting right beside him in the form of Xue Yang. So he probably did it as insurance).

3- I still love him tho. And I still love XiYao and want a lot of fix-it fics now :((

4- Jin Guanshan died the death he deserved and A-Yao was 100% right to do it. Everyone that was like "but he was your father" in the novel can go suck a dick cause it's easy judging when you're not in his position. That goes for everything he does actually.

5- I was a bit confused about Xue Yang's end? Like did he die or not? Cause it seemed like he just lost his arm and was a bit hurt and then was swept away. If he didn't die what happened to him? We never get a follow up on that. Did I read it wrong or did he really just got yeeted out of the story never to be seen again? Idk seemed a bit weird.

5.5- I also love Yi City arc, but it makes me a bit confused on what was the point of it? It seems like it could have been skipped entirely and not much would have changed.

6- I'm not entirely sure that Wei Wuxian was actually gay or even bi for LWJ in his first life. You can boo me all you want, but I don't think there's enough information to draw a conclusion here. He could have just been really determined to bother Lan Wangji and make friends with him just because he posed a challenge, given he got rejected all the time. It wasn't really too different from his behaviour with MianMian. Just saying, reincarnation could have very well made him sort of gay, or well gayER.

7- Zizhen didn't have enough scenes, he should have appeared more and have been on those night hunts in the extras.

8- Talking about the juniors, I know a lot of people ship Jin Ling with Sizhui, and a lot of people ship Sizhui and Jinyi, and then Jinyi with Jin Ling. I say we forgo that and just throw my boy Zizhen in the mix and make them all date together. A couple of four. This way everyone gets 3 cute boyfriends. No need to choose.

9- Some of y'all be acting like the incense burner chapters killed your dog and shot your parents. Chill out. They're intense and not everyone's cup of tea, but in their essence there's nothing really wrong with them. It's clearly just two married people who trust each other pushing the bounds of their fantasies and kinks IN THEIR FUCKING DREAMS! And it isn't like they aren't both into what they're doing. Wei Wuxian is more than enthusiastic. There is like one little mishap that happens at the end of the last chapter, a matter of miscommunication and kink-negotiation mishandling, but it's solved right after it happens! Calling it true non-con is a stretch and a bit unforgiving don't you think?

10- I still don't get why Yanli was at Nightless City. She had abstained from pretty much being part of anything like that the whole book. Why all of a sudden go to Nightless City? What could she have done there? Seems a bit convenient.

11- Talking about convenient, what was that throw away line on the explanation of how Wei Wuxian started cultivating the demonic path? He just found a book???? Conveniently like that? No further explanation needed? What?

12- Nie Minjue was a self-righteous hypocritical asshole.

13- Nie Huaisang is not that much better than Jin Guangyao. He used people and did terrible things, even willing to sacrifice teenagers, just to achieve his goal.

14- There is no justice in this book. Not really. Everyone does selfish things (maybe aside from Lan Xichen, the saint) to achieve their own goals and always think themselves to be justified in their actions. To only see Jin Guangyao's crimes as bad is to ignore that everyone did bad, selfish, detrimental things. The people that got a happy ending or a bad ending didn't get them because they deserved it or due to justice. They just got it. Like Xue Yang says "there's no why, sometimes things just happen".

15- Chengmei is far too cute of a name for Xue Yang.

16- Everyone shits on Jin Guangyao, but he was legitimately a good chief cultivator. While the sects generally saw themselves as above helping on insignificant matters, he went and made projects to help the common people. He also worked hard to maintain his sect in line with an ideal of nobleness and discipline as shown by how Jin Ling says in the extras that when he was sect leader no one would be so quick to take a bribe.

17- A-Yao was ambitious, clever, hard working and yes he did love people too. He's not just bad. He had all the odds stacked against him, and even so, at least momentarily, he overcame all of it. Whether his means were justified or not is another story entirely.

18- Wei Wuxian wasn't really a great caretaker of A-Yuan. He was kind of mean and careless. He obviously didn't do it with ill intention, but he's just not the best baby sitter.

19- I don't hate Jiang Cheng for his mean remarks and hatred for Wei Wuxian and his relationship with Lan Wangji. He's just kind of stupid and emotionally constipated. He's not bad, he's just a bit ignorant. And you have to remember that these are their society's norms. He's acting in line with what he was taught.

20- Wen Qing had such a minor role in the story overall. She should have been used more.

21- Wei Wuxian is many times kind of mean to Wen Ning even tho he's so selfless and doing everything he can to protect and respect him. I don't mean it all the time, but he could be kinder to him. Wen Ning in general always gets the short end of the stick and the worse treatment undeservedly.

22- Gusu Lan could have held a little secret cerimony to officially marry wangxian and officially accepted them as cultivation partners. It would have been specially meaningful because Lan Qiren would have sort of being communicating that his Nephew's happiness holds more value to him than his hatred for Wei Wuxian and the upkeeping of sect rules and appearances. I know it's unrealistic but man it would've been nice to see.

That's it. And yea I know this is mostly me just trying to defend my A-Yao, but I regret nothing. Y'all can throw stones and boo, be my guest. This is just my opinion anyway, so you don't have to take it seriously or give a crap about it.

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hi! i just read thru your answers to asks relating to the d&s universe(?) and i hope youre ok w/ my questions:

1. Since sungtaro & the 3rookies are now out of nct ((tbh i still cant forgive sm for this but at least sungtaro are about to have proper idol activities now & hopefully shohei can debut soon too!)), will they still be included under ncta?

2. I saw that youre planning on/in the middle of writing separate fics for the other ncta members, will the y/n be different from the one in d&s & vitamin? im sorry if this sounds dumb, i just got into reading yn!pov fics & sometimes i get kinda confused when reading it as a series :’))

Hope youre doing well, & i absolutely enjoy reading your current omegaverse series!

hey thank you so much for your ask i am so happy you're interested in more d&s! i have it on the back burner at the moment but i do have a few wips already written: dotae/y/n, and a jungwoo/gn oneshot i actually have shelved for the moment if only because i may end up repurposing a bit of it for the f4 au 😅 long story, but when i get deep into the weeds i try to make sure my au streams don't cross and they're distinct

in answer to your questions

1. the NCTA au will always have room for Shotaro and Sungchan even if they are now part of RIIZE. They will always be NCT members in my heart if for the fact that they made the last NCT U releases so special for me (Sungchan on Round & Round!? Shotaro on Make A Wish and Universe?! they're my boys). Also I know I only hinted at it but the AU is very SM in general with there being other agencies involved who built it, support it, and trouble it still (Diamante, Exile, and Artemis, respectively)

To your point about their loss being felt though I watched NCT Universe when it came out and really felt my heart break over and over at how delayed their debut was due to SM incompetence, COVID, et al. I really liked Eunseok (my RIIZE bias no lie) and Seunghan and wanted Shohei to be a part of NCT so badly after him taking on a second career as an SM trainee. he could have been an essential part of NCT Tokyo but they pivoted towards the competition model and didn't include him and it feels like a slap in the face to everyone who wanted this unit and how much work went in to preparing them for it. But I have hope for RIIZE in that their journey is starting and they deserve it after all they went through. On a side note I've been watching LASTART because I have a Viki sub for dramas but have little interest in the outcome because it's clear they've already handpicked who they want to debut but wanted the false reality show lead-up. Sion and Yushi will make good additions to NCT, at least. Yushi is an exceptional dancer although very shy, and Sion has a quiet confidence and natural skill as a leader that I look forward to seeing. My apologies to them both if they end up in a surveillance van (lol)

2. Great question and yes, any y/n outside of D&S will be a different character and that was always the plan (although I did have a lot of headcanons about an agency key party that I hopefully neatly folded into the reverse harem dynamics of agtbtb). The Doyoung/Taeyong series has them fighting over their secretary who's maybe a little into BDSM and my unwritten and unspoken outside of DMs Mark/Haechan oneshot introduces a con artist out of Hawaii who ends up with at least one of them. I have no idea when I'll have time to write both but they're on my mind, along with the third part of D&S

thanks again so much for the inquiry and welcome to y/n self-insert fics! I never wrote for this medium before this outside of old-school OC self-insert writing (which shows in my eternal need for characterization but isn't foreign to the genre). i'm so glad you are enjoying the omegaverse and hope you don't mind living here for a while as we get towards the inevitable build, climax, and finish 😉

#hex peach answers #hex peach updates #dark&stormy scenario

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Kane's Element - Chapter 6

(WARNING for vore mentions, etc)

Aliyah slowly opened her eyes and blinked, seeing the sun rising and making its way into the cave mouth. She fully woke up to look down and see Kane's arms around her waist. It seemed like he calmed down in his sleep and reverted back to his normal size.

She smiled at this and gently tried to slide out of his hold but this made him groan in protest and hold her tighter. Sighing at first but then giggling, Aliyah patted one of his arms.

"Kane, you gotta let me go." But all he heard in response was another whine as he nuzzled onto her back.

"Noo.. Too early.. Go back to sleep..." The naga continued to protest before both Aliyah and Kane paused, hearing distant voices. This made him quickly snap awake and sit up, releasing the human from his earlier hold.

Eying the mouth of the cave, he moved in front of her in protection but froze as he saw 3 people come into view.

One Aliyah recognized as her previous friend Mona. The other 2 of the tall men that held Kane's chains in front of the village. He saw and growled before he felt Aliyah gently grab his wrist. Looking back at her in confusion, he saw her think before looking up at him.

"Just hide. I'll deal with them." She whispered, slightly panicked and she saw them noticed the cave. Kane heard and let out a whimper before listening to his human companion.

"Put me in your pocket. If they take you, they havw to take me, deal?" He nodded and having an idea, he shrunk himself in size. Aliyah smiled and gently let Kane wrap around her hand before she carefully slipped him into her pocket.

"Deal." She whispered before standing up fully and nervously walking outside to try to reason with her village mates.

As soon as Mona saw Aliyah she teared up and run up to her, tightly hugging her friend.

"Y-You're alive!! I told them you would be but I was scared they were right!" Aliyah froze before hugged her back with a small giggle.

"Why would I be dead, silly? I'm fine!" But her saying this made Mona pull apart and look up at Aliyah.

"B-But you were taken by that thing, w-weren't you..?" Mona asked, making her wince a bit at her friend using the word 'thing' to describe Kane.

"Well.. Yes, but-"

"Oh my gosh, we need to get you home! Everyone's gonna be so happy you're alive!" Mona cut her off and bounced a bit excitedly. The men had been looking at the cave before they came back out.

"Where is that beast anyways?" One of them asked, motioning back to the cave. Aliyah paused and shrugged her shoulders, slightly annoyed with these men as she remembered they're the ones that chained up Kane in the first place.

"How should I know?" Aliyah snapped a little, causing Kane to perk up slightly. This was the first time he's ever heard his friend use that tone. She was always so happy sounding, it was odd to hear anything opposite of that.

Mona sighed and held Aliyah's hand, guiding her back towards the village.

"C'mon.. We better head back. You can eat something at my place." She smiled but this made Aliyah think while following her. A warm meal did sound good.. Fruit was nice for now but not that filling.

Once entering Mona's cabin, Aliyah locked the door behind her and thought. No one had followed them in here. Aliyah nervously put her hands in her skirt pockets, feeling Kane wrap around her hand in response. He could tell that's what she wanted.

"H-Hey, Mona?" She began, sounding more nervous than ever. But Mona didn't seem to notice and she poured water in a pot, then setting it on a burner.

"What's up, Ali?" She asked, not looking at her friend while she pulled out some vegetables for the broth. Aliyah rubbed her thumb across Kane's tail, trying to aid her own nerves as she continued.

"I-If.. If I show you something.. You can not freak out. It has to stay between us, okay..?" Kane heard and knew where she was going with this. He couldn't stay in her pocket forever. Just like how Aliyah couldn't stay in the village forever. Hearing this, Mona paused from her gathering, putting the vegetables down on the counter and looking at Aliyah puzzledly.

"Yeah..? Ali, you're starting to make me nervous, what is it?" She asked hesitantly. Aliyah let out a breath she didn't know she was holding before walking into the other room.

"J-Just a second, I'll be right back.." Once in the other room, she took her hands out, Kane still wrapped before she put him down on the ground. This allowed him to grow back to his normal size, even though he had to duck his head a little bit as to not slam it into the ceiling.

"You sure about this?" He raised a brow and whispered in a questioning tone, clearly not trusting Aliyah's friend. She nodded and held one of his hands.

"I think it'll be okay." She nodded, trying to reassure Kane but the nervousness in her voice told him everything.

Aliyah lead him into the kitchen, letting him duck for the door frame. As he rose back up out of the door frame, Mona froze and started to back up in fear as he loomed over her. It didn't help that he was squinting his eyes slightly down at her either. Mona was about to scream before Aliyah quickly put a hand over her friend's mouth.

"Hey, shh, shh... Mona, it's okay. He's a friend. If I take my hand off, will you be chill..?" She calmly explained, making Mona look her in the eyes as she spoke. She nodded hesitantly, making Aliyah retract her hand slowly. But after this, Mona quickly pulled Aliyah's hand, pulling her away from Kane in an instantly as she grabbed the knife Mona was going to use for the vegetables.

"M-Mona, stop!!" Aliyah protested, trying to get her hand to let go of her wrist but to no avail. Mona had the knife pointed towards Kane who growled lowly, seeing that Aliyah was trying to get away.

"I-I didn't think it would follow you, Ali! We have to tell someone!" Mona said before Aliyah finally broke her grip, quickly rushing over to Kane's side and holding his hand.

"Mona, stop! I brought him.." This made her friend freeze and lower the knife slightly.

"W-What..? Why??" Mona asked confusedly, keeping her eye on Kane who got a smug look on his face when Aliyah said she brought him there.

"I told you he's a friend.. Mona, the stories are wrong. I mean.. Partially wrong.. But he's not a monster like how they say!" Aliyah tried to reason, causing Mona to sigh and set the knife down hesitantly, still keeping an eye on Kane.

"H-How do you know..?" Mona asked quietly but Aliyah smiled a little, seeing as her friend put down the kitchen knife.

"He protected me, Mo. He fed me, kept me safe, everything.." Aliyah stated, looking up at Kane who nodded and smiled slightly in response.

Mona ran a hand through her long blonde hair and sighed, thinking before nodding.

"Fine.. I'll believe it for now. Just.. Don't get in too over your head, Ali?" She whispered the last part, as if Kane wouldn't be able to hear with him standing right next to his friend. Aliyah smiled and nodded.

"I promise." Mo nodded at Aliyah promising before starting to cut up the vegetables for the soup, thinking as she slowed down. Kane, meanwhile, decided to look around the the room, looking at pictures that were hung, objects, flowers, and their surroundings.

"W-Will.. Will be even want to eat this?" She asked, making Aliyah think. She didn't really know what Kane liked.. She still wasn't exactly sure if he was strict carnivore or not.

"Um.. I-I'm actually not exactly sure.. Throw in some meat just to be safe but I'm sure he'd at least try it.." Aliyah wondered out loud, watching Kane take in his surroundings as he slithered through the room. But as Aliyah got an idea, she smiled and went over to Mona.

"Why don't I take over? Then you two can talk!" Hearing this, her friend nervously made eye contact with Kane and then rubbed the back of her neck.

"C-Can he even talk..?" She whispered, making Aliyah giggle in response. Kane heard obviously as he crossed his arms, raising a brow.

"Even if I was a monster, talking is a basic skill." He stated in a dull annoyed tone. Aliyah knew this was just how Kane was but Mona chalked it up to him being mad. All she could do was nod and go into the other room, Kane following as Aliyah smiled at him before tending to the soup her friend started.

Sitting with her legs crossed on the floor, Mona looked up at Kane who sat across from her, his arms still crossed.

"So.. W-What are you, if I might ask..? The stories of you just call you a 'snake beast' or demon.." Mona started. Kane could tell she was scared of him as he saw her eyes keep darting over him, making sure he didn't make a move. He scoffed and looked down at her.

"I'm a Naga. It's short for Nagini. Mysterious creatures that appear half snake, half human. Though I believe the human part is just for alluring..." He smirked, seeing her freeze as he then chuckled.

"But don't worry.." He told her, trying to make a decent first impression. Mona nodded nervously before thinking.

"So you're actually not going to hurt Ali.. Right?" She asked, making him growl slightly.

"I have no intention or even will to harm Aliyah. Nor did I ever plan to. Quite oppositely, if someone else were to hurt her, they'd be swallowed done in a second..." He hissed and looked away, frowning as he crossed his arms once more. Mona blinked a few times before smirking, looking up at him.

"If I didn't know any better.. I'd say you liked her." She raised a brow as Kane froze and thought. He panicked as he couldn't think of a response, finding himself stuttering over his words.

"W-Well.. I.." He didn't understand why he was stuttering, glancing back at Mona who giggled.

"Oh my god.. You do!" Kane paused and shook his head.

"I-I don't even know what your basic human emotions would feel like!" He protested, trying to aid the situation he was in. Did he..? He couldn't help but think maybe that was the reason he wasn't able to harm the human before...

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#extreme cuddling #g/t community #g/t fluff #g/t writing #giant tiny #naga #v0re #vore tw #naga oc

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I sat down with CIRCO to dive into the world of getting up. From his inspirations to favorite styles, and even some advice for aspiring artists, this interview is a must-read for anyone curious about the graff scene in the Midwest.

What inspires your graffiti artwork?

After I got in trouble with the law for the first time as a juvenile, it had me pumped! After my first arrest, I started watching MSK Augor and Revok. What captured me was "Piece by Piece" - everything from the styles to philosophy to the images. When I envision graffiti, to me it is Giant One, MTNW, DREAM, and TWISTO.

How do you choose locations for your pieces?

That's federal not gonna lie.

Do you feel connected to the communities where you paint?

Not entirely, I used to have a belief that we were all in this together, but now, fuck the community I'm connected to the art.

Have you faced legal consequences for your graffiti?

I did ; it was karma. I had no mentor and was doing the don'ts in graffiti, which bit my ass - karma or what goes around comes around. I got arrested, and I remember the cops being quite depraved, trying to confuse my sexuality by throwing a bunch of bullshit in the air, trying to pin me for a drug dealer and potential crimes I've never committed. The manipulation opened my eyes to the fact that life isn't black and white, but I deserved it. I was just a young, inexperienced kid, making mistakes.

Why did you choose your graffiti tag/name?

No comment.

What techniques or styles do you prefer?

Today is more about ups than style. I bomb from time to time. One day, I saw a burner on a train that had my head spinning for hours. I knew I wanted to be more of a style writer, if anything. That's a motherfucker to pull off, and just to get a piece or a burner down is more than bombing for me.

How has the graffiti scene evolved?

I used to bump into some people when we were all bombing at some point, but now we are all just doing our own thing. Some of us are focused on bombing and piecing, so it's pretty mixed for the moment.

Do you collaborate with other artists?

I might have to do that someday.

How do you think the public perceives graffiti?

I see that it is accepted more; you see murals around. I believe that if it's fresh and illegal, and has something that no one has seen, it amazes people. Regardless of any law or shit, the public will love it.

Any advice for aspiring graffiti writers?

Don't let people fuck with you. It's pretty harsh when I go bombing and half of my stuff is gone - from buffs to disses, and a lot of people will look down on you. It will show who's there and how many blessings you still have in life. If you have the vision, intellect, and discipline, you will succeed. My best advice is to stay sober during anything related to graffiti and not let everyone know your next move.

#graffiti #bombing #throwups

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January ⛸️ 2024 Monthly - Aries

Whole of your energy: King of Pentacles

The preshuffle shows you or someone else, Queen of Pentacles, defending themselves in regards to a loss of money, or abandonment & being left holding the bag. They can handle it sure, they’re Queen of Pentacles, but I heard “that’s not the point”. The meditation was…weird. The first time I went to your door, there a sheep 🐑 symbol to press for the doorbell, “ring three times”. Baa, Baa, and the third was a giant mouth with sharp teeth that tried to snap off my finger. Angry, 😡 I opened the door ready to WTF @ you, and saw the scene I’ll come back to, it confused me…??? So I closed the door. As I’m walking away, you open the door to invite me in to a completely different atmosphere, a party, music playing, drink in hand, smiling widely, and I don’t trust you, I decline, almost got my finger bitten off here. You close the door, I literally leave my table & the vision to get a drink bc what tf was that supposed to mean? 😳 Come back, start over. Same door, same sheep, I don’t ring I just open it, and it’s a serene & tranquil scene, the first one that confused me and I walked away. An empty room, with clouds all over the walls and the floor, but they’re not real. It’s a projection from somewhere, looks real. You’re lying on a giant sleeping bag pillow pallet on what seems to be a concrete floor…looks comfortable, looks like a literal cloud, but it isn’t. Then snow starts to fall, but it isn’t cold, it doesn’t melt, it’s not real. You just lay there staring up at the ceiling.

We have a divine pair out in the initial reading, King and Queen of Pentacles. We also have The Lovers, 7 Cups and 3 Pentacles at the bottom, showing outside involvement, other people, possibly a lover situation. I’m not sure which of these people you are, that may differ among you. King of Pentacles is a career driven person, very responsible, probably a bit old fashioned, they value the material world - and love or spirituality can sometimes take the back burner. He’s clarified by 5 Pentacles, feeling in debt, abandoned, before/after a conflict. 5 Swords is a nasty argument, one-up behavior, getting the last word, cutting others down, doing whatever it takes to win, it doesn’t matter who gets hurt. They’re either being abandoned for this reason, or leaving this behind themselves. Separately, someone may have lost a job or a significant amount of money, and it’s caused 5 Swords conflicts between you & another.

What’s going on in January:

The Lovers:

This is a powerful connection, you could feel this is your soulmate - matching significators show that’s true, and there is an opportunity here to spend more time together, possibly reunite if there has been problems between you. I keep getting threes, some of you could be divorced, paying an ex, and the ex has a new person, but they haven’t gotten married so they’re still collecting checks from you, and you’re pissed off about it. Or switch it. I swear someone else got that… You could also be the new person, this is your person and you know it, but there’s an ex hovering in the background causing problems. A baby daddy/mama. Possibly a parent as well. Either way there are more people than just the two of you, and money is wrapped up in this as well, causing conflict, debt or lack, especially if someone’s lost a job, because the feeling here is even if there’s irritation/issues, everyone is generally cooperative and working together, but there’s a lack in that cooperation when things get rough. Cooperation may be court ordered, but they are, mostly. Everything could go great until the ex or a parent shows up and then it’s like “here we go”. Financial issues or debts are likely this month.

7 Cups:

This is options, choices, and confusion about which to choose, fantasies, daydreams. The Lover fantasy is in conflict with the reality of your situation, 5 Wands, possible outside individuals starting drama & bs in your relationship. Someone could have secrets, The High Priestess at the bottom, or someone is trying to keep drama quiet where their kids are concerned, if there are any, 6 Cups underneath that. It’s a whole entanglement, a lot of drama, and King of Swords clarifies in two ways. One could be showing the ex, Swords represent ex’s because they’re emotionally detached, just business, facts are facts and fair is fair. Or this can be your energy trying to navigate the drama in your/any relationship. Wanting to be fair, detached from any particular outcome, giving people their chances to communicate and holding up your Sword to create a boundary or cut off as necessary - if necessary. He also cuts through the illusion of 7 Cups, to where there’s no more confusion.

Queen of Pentacles

I assume this is your person for most, you for others, they’re capable of handling everything on their own, I keep hearing that’s not the point with that. There is no drama with them, they’re committed to you, a very hard worker, probably does pretty well financially, 6 Wands at the bottom shows success. Whoever is being drama, your person is unbothered, they’re focused on themselves and what they should be doing, handling kids, cooking dinners, cleaning up the kitchen, managing work projects, etc etc. There’s no time for drama with this Queen, you’re the one bothered by whatever is going on. Or switch it. If there’s wedding planning or some kind of event going on, someone could be a pain with that, but I don’t see it as you or your person.

The Star:

Connected with Queen of Pentacles, clarified by The Empress, you/your person has beautiful energy and is focused on growth, finances, career goals, family/children, they’re unconcerned with outside people, drama, financial woes even. If you’re needing help, they got you boo 😘 Your pride could be taking a hit because of work, debt, some other person, but they’re more likely to speak some life into you. Like a pillar of hope, you don’t have to worry as much as you are about something, they’ve got this thing handled. If you’re getting married, you could be hoping these other people, father/ex whoever backs off when it happens. Or your person encourages you that they will, that whatever issues you’re having are temporary. They have a very soothing motherly-like energy. Or it could be a/your mother, if the father is a pain, the mother is probably very loving & kind, she balances him & the issues as best as she can.

The Emperor:

The counterpart to this Empress, possibly a father figure or you, whatever this issue is will have the outcome that you’re hoping it will have, it may take some time to get there. 9 Cups is wish fulfillment, getting what you want, it will take effort though. Applied effort, every single day, sometimes a lot on some days and not as much on others, but ultimately this situation has a very positive outcome. Could be the father of your person’s kid, scheduling conflicts, money conflicts, it’s going to work out in a way that’s best for everyone, but it will require some flexibility on your part. You could be borrowing money from a parent, possibly working with them literally, they get you a job - if that’s what this is regarding. Or you could help someone else out in this way. There’s separation between you all somehow, but you’re working together and each person will be pleased with the outcome, even if they don’t like it initially.

Signs you may be dealing with:

Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn, Aquarius & Aries

Oracle: ✨

39 Creativity 🖼

This is a profoundly creative time period for you - whether it is in the traditional arts, music, or writing - or it could be a new curiosity about exploring a way to funnel your creative urges. To be creative, you need to access your right brain - your emotional, sensing, feeling center. Do this by trying things you’ve never done before - get physical, dance, doodle.

When we acknowledge and act upon our impulse to create, we are aligning our will with Spirit. In this we can experience the flow of being on your highest path. Start creating and notice his time has no meaning anymore. Hours fly by before you realize it. It is not a struggle. It is pure inspiration. This card can also signify the birth of a child, or of a whole new way of being!

We enter into January as:

Bernie Banana and All Things Yellow 🍌

“How can I choose?”

Have you recently faced a major truth about yourself and are trying to figure out where you do belong? Or are you facing some other kind of dilemma? Is your thinking cloudy because you think someone or something is cheating you out of your just desserts? Bernie has come to you to let you know you are not alone. You are being advised to approach your particular situation with an open eye and closed mouth. Do not say or reveal too much, your “knowledge” may prove to work against you, or you may be in the midst of a volatile situation. You are being told to play the neutral position, it will prove important later that you have not chosen any “sides”. Do not ignore your beliefs, simply do not publicize them, weigh your situation carefully. You’re in the winning position by being the observer. Answers will come by allowing a dilemma to exist, the situation is out of your hands. Something else requires your attention, leave well enough alone.

What is to be learned in January:

Bronze God 🪞

“I only seek to give you what you ask for.”

The Bronze God warns us all to be true to ourselves. Be careful not to blame others for the way you’ve chosen to be. It is not another’s “fault” they’ve come to rely upon the person you’ve presented yourself to be. Are you being honest about your feelings? Are you thinking that you have to pretend to be something you are not? Bronze God is a warning that you are hiding something from yourself that could hurt you. If you are unhappy in your relationships, Bronze God indicates it is because you are pretending to be something that is not authentic. You may be relating to others based on a false sense of duty. There is also a sense of taking on too much responsibility in your life. You need time to go out and play. Exercise, go to a movie, take your family out on a picnic. Don’t be so serious about yourself or your work. If you squelch your need to play, you may lose all your creativity. The message here is to take a break, relax, and get back in touch with your playful self.

Bronze may be a lucky color 🤎

#aries #monthly tarot reading #january 2024 #tarotblr #monthly #tarot

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kriffingunlucky · 2 years

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I saw a headcanon recently about how the clones probably don't get to eat good food, like they only live off military rations. Do you think you could do some fluff with the 501st where reader makes them food, pancakes or burgers or other yummy stuff? They deserve home cooked meals🥺🥺

So! This will be gender neutral because neither girl nor boy was specified. And I'd like for everyone to be able to give clone boys good things. <3 They definitely deserve the best. I agree,, 🥺🥺 We're going to ignore canon and have all the 501st boys here. Because I say so. Also big apologies because this is so got-dang late. Merry Thanksgiving? ------------------------------------------

You waddle down the back hallways of the 501st’s cruiser, much too early in the morning, really. Snickering like a madman as you pulled a rather full wagon behind you. It was covered with a big blanket.

You had been planning this for a long time!

Ever since you and Hardcase had talked about food, and how many different kinds he hasn't tried, you realized that they never really eat anything but those bland ration things. And those were gross.

So you've come here to change that!

You just have to avoid Rex to make this happen.

The hallways were quiet as you ventured through them, heading towards the kitchen, planning what you'd be doing as soon as you entered. To get started. You had got off your shift at the medbay as early as you could, then went to sleep at a decent time. Hoping to get up when your alarm went off so you could begin it as a surprise!

Most of that went to plan.

You entered the mess hall, sleepy, but motivated to complete your mission at hand. So you begin! Cracking your knuckles to do so.

Getting out your miniature burner, setting it up on the tables of the mess, and getting out the necessary ingredients. You set your sauce pan on the hot burner and take a big breath.

"Let's do this."

It took hours of you absolutely slaving over the stovetop. But you finally did it! At last, you have the 501st's mess hall tables covered in different kinds of food. In large quantity as well! You sighed so forcefully you blew some of the flour that was on your workstation into the air. Rubbing your hands together, then planting them on your hips.

"Perfect," You breathed, right before you heard the clacking of armored feet on the metal floor of the hallway. They were close. You didn't realize it was quite that near breakfast time! The original plan was to go shower and look presentable, so it didn't make you seem so tired from all this cooking, but here we are. Covered in flour, egg, powdered sugar and batter. "Fuck."

The doors bust open, but the hustle and bustle quiets down as soon as they see you; standing in front of the mountains of food.

"Hi, boys!" You chirp, smiling a large smile.

Nobody responds until Rex pushes through the crowd. "What is all this (Y/n)?" He asked, but didn't sound angry, just confused.

You take a deep breath, and scratch your neck. "So, a while ago it had come to my attention that you boys don't get to eat anything fun or new," you made eye contact with Hardcase momentarily, "Naturally I took it upon myself to make you guys something that you could all enjoy! But I couldn't decide on just one thing." You said sheepishly.

"No kidding." Was a lighthearted quip from the back.

"I made you guys breakfast, is the basic version of this story." You grinned, "Since I am sure you don't want a speech. Just the food."

They kind of amble there, not sure what to do. So you take a big breath and clap your hands, grinning. "Dig in!"

They do follow those instructions, and rush to the table filled with different foods. Omelets with toppings, pancakes, waffles, bacon, sausage, biscuits. Not to mention the sweets pile! Donuts, scones, cookies and sweetcones filled with cream. So much more littered the expanse of tables!

Chatter and utensil clinking fills the room as you sit down at a far table, watching the boys you treasure so much enthusiastically eat their food.

You see Tup edging on Dogma to try a chocolate glazed doughnut. And how his eyes light up when he looks at the pink sprinkles decorating the treat, face twisting into something soft as he chews his much too big bite. Tup giggles about how that is Dogma's new love.

Hardcase and Jesse have plates filled sky-high! Pancakes and waffles seem to be the twos favorite from this selection, they tried new toppings with every pancake they ate. And that's a lot of pancakes.

Kix nibbles on different foods with the other two dumbasses, leaning over their shoulders and stealing from their plates. Agitating them purposefully.

Fives and Echo were already on their second plate, chatting with Rex as they knocked each other's favorite foods, although it wasn't actually serious. They just wanted to not sound like giddy shinies.

Rex? Oh, sweet boy. Rex came and sat down beside you with his plate of food. Smiling gently. Something you'd missed seeing on his face.

"Hey, Rexy." You offered.

He returned with a gentle kiss to your forehead. "You're way too generous, you know this? These boys are officially spoiled and it's your fault."

You smiled at him and leaned against his shoulder, eyes halflidded as they stayed focused on the grinning faces of the clones. Knowing there was no venom behind his words. "I'm the one who will have to deal with the bellyaches soon, y'know. I set myself up."

"Thank you."

So gentle, sweet, genuine. Rex sounded raw.

You didn't get to answer before Appo sat down across from the two of you, beaming. "Thank you, (N/n)."

Then Coric, "Thanks, kid. It was delicious."

Clone after clone either sat down with you, and thanked you, or walked by and expressed their gratitude. You received kisses on the top of your head, your forehead, your nose, your cheek. All from your friends whomst you just fed a meal big enough to be Thanksgiving.

Fives ran a hand through your hair and kissed the bridge of your nose. "You're doomed now that we know you're able to cook like that." Smiling at you with thanks in his eyes, he walks away. Echo does a similar gesture except he just takes your chin and nuzzles your nose with his. "Thank you from both of us."

If the smiles on their faces weren't enough to make all of your work worth it, the each individual thanks you got from each clone made it ten times better. You had tears in your eyes.

You made them feel loved. And that is what is important.

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rommahh · 3 years

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{Harry in sparkly black….Harry lemme **** *** *** for free}

You hadn’t talked to Harry all day. Not that you were mad at him or anything but your therapy this morning left you feeling a little spacey. There was something about talking about your emotions that left you feeling emotionally drained.

You missed Harry terribly and though it’s only been a short week, you felt very lonely. But on another note, your anxiety wasn’t as bad as it was. You were starting to feel like your normal self again but missing something.

You loved the tight knit life you have with Harry. You like being around him most hours of the day. You two were inseparable. If you were in the shower, he was in the bathroom reading a book from the lounger chair in the corner. If he was writing music on the beach, you were somewhere on the shore collecting shells. If you were going to the grocery store the least he could do was go for the drive with you. You two were close and it was something the both of you were ok with.

Some couples don’t like being so close but it worked for you and Harry. Being away from Harry was a weird experience. It’s only been a week but you feel like it’s been a lifetime. You haven’t minded being on your own but you wanted to be with the person you felt most connected to.

So being you, you purchased a ticket to Chicago. You didn’t know how Harry was going to react but you could only assume it would be a positive reaction. You told Jeff that you were coming so he could get you a hotel key and backstage pass.

As you sat in the airport you felt your back pocket buzz- your music pausing for the call. Your hand slipped into the pocket roughly pulling out the small phone. Harry’s icon, him in a fluffy robe looking as grumpy as ever, met your eyes. You cursed because you were quite obviously in the airport and if he saw you, the surprise would be ruined.

You answered anyways but only for audio. You made sure that your airpods were snug in you ear and there was no chance of them falling out.

“My lover!” Harry greets you a in sing song voice. You could hear his humph as he recognizes that you didn’t answer with the FaceTime video on. “Turn your camera on.”

“Can’t, I’m not feeling good.” You fib nervously. Harry frowned, nervous that he may have done something to upset you.

“Oh, alright. What’s wrong then?” He asks. You chew your lip trying to think of an answer.

“Uh, period.” You stammer.

“Your period doesn’t start for another few day…saw it on the tracker.” Harry may have your period tracker on his phone but it was because he wanted to make sure he was able to comfort you the best way he could when he needed to.

“Must be the meds-“ The sound of your boarding attendant sounded over your head cutting you off. “Hey bubs, I’ve actually got to go but we can’t chat later.”

“Sure, that’s fine I guess. Love you.” He mumbles, confused by the phone call. You hang up leaving Harry a little lost in his thoughts.

Later, Harry sang through his rehearsal carelessly, his head clouded with thoughts. He even sang through TBSL and though he was in the worst of moods, fans waiting at the venue thought he never sounded better.

You on the other hand had just sat through the worst flight of your life. There was a woman in the flight who didn’t want to wear her mask causing commotion before the flight could even take off. You had the worst headache halfway through the flight and because of the lack on supplies, the flight couldn’t give you any ginger ale or accommodations.

You didn’t let any of it get to you though as you directed for the chauffeur Jeff sent for you to go to the venue for show.

Harry sat in the common room backstage with the band and Jeff eating dinner grumpily. His fork was stabbing every little piece of lettuce of his salad, everyone watched worried that he may break his bowl.

“HS3 is trending on Twitter today, pretty exciting.” Jeff says to Harry breaking the silence. Jeff just received a text from you saying that you arrived to the venue and were walking towards Harry’s dressing room.

“Mmm great.” Harry grumbles. Jeff rolled his eyes at the diva.

“Someone’s a little pissy this evening. How about you go fix that mood before you greet your fans with a bad attitude.” Jeff scolds him like a child who just got caught doing something they shouldn’t have. Jeff really didn’t care about Harry’s attitude, used to the moods at this point, but he needed a way for Harry to leave the room and see you in the dressing room.

“Fine, didn’t want to be around anyways.” Harry shrugs.

Back in Harry’s dressing room, you rolled your suitcase into a corner where Harry’s outfit for the night resided on a hanger. You smiled at the sparkly black top that you helped pick out. You walked around his dressing room from the hair and makeup table, past the bathroom/ dressing area, and back around to the couch’s and coffee table where you took a seat. You snagged one of his green juices needing the boost of energy from being on the flight.

You heard the door knob jiggle but stayed planted in you seat sipping on the juice. You never made a peep as Harry barged through the room, scowl covering his face. He stormed past the couch not batting an eye at you. He went to the mini fridge where his juices were before letting an exasperated sigh.

“Who fucking took my juice?” He whines. You quietly giggle in your hand at his tone.

“Im sorry, thought I could have it.” You chuckle. Harry leaps from where he stands letting out a yell. He turns to look at you with wide eyes, hand over his chest as if his heart was going to explode from his chest. You stood from the couch waiting for him to react more but he just stood there in shock. When the realization of you actually being there kicked in he let out another yell before bounding over to you.

Before you knew it, you had two strong arms wrapped tightly around you. Your wrapped around his neck, hands and fingers spread through his hair. His face tucked into your lower neck peppering desperate kisses all over just to feel something.

“What are you doing here?” You hear him cry. You pulled away from him to wipe his eyes of the tears that streamed down his face.

“I needed to see you.” Was all you could muster. He pulled you down on the couch, your body cushioning his larger frame. He laid in between your legs, your back flat in the body of the couch.

“Im so happy your here.” Harry couldn’t even put his excitement into words. He knew you were coming in a week but to have you here earlier than that made him feel things. He sat up from suffocating you into the couch, allowing for you to sit up beside him. “What about your therapy? I hope you’re not jeopardizing your mental health to be here with me cause I would much prefer if you put me on the back burner and took care of yourself.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “I’m ok. I still will see my therapist virtually, I’ve got all new meds that are working fine, and if all goes to shit I will go back home. It’s ok bubs.” You reassure him.

He grabs your face with both hands pulling your face to his. Your lips meet with need. His lips slotting with yours, moving slowly but with rigor as if he was scared you would slip from his fingers. Your bottom lips fit between his lips leaving for him to suck on it slightly. You moaned at the feeling making Harry pull you in tighter. You sat slightly upon his lap, chest against each other tightly. Your tongues pushed at one another, lips loving in tangent.

You pulled away when you felt his lower presence awaken. He whined at the loss of contact making you giggle.

“If we go any further you’re gonna be late for your show. I’ll give you more back at the hotel, yeah?” You say lowly trying to catch your breathe. He groaned resting his forehead on yours chasing your lips with chaste kisses making you smile.

“Fine, you owe my though. This is level three apology situation that can only be resolved with these things; sloppy blowies, butt stuff, or face masks if you catch my drift.” He chastised. You let out a deep belly laugh pushing yourself away from him. You two still sit facing each other, your legs slightly on top of his.

“You’re so nasty, but I may be able to arrange one of those.” You wink making Harry let out a triumphant laugh.

“Are you staying for the show? I understand if your not.” He questions fiddling with your fingers.

“Think it would be best if I didn’t. I’m really tired and I obviously need a nap if I’m going to be up for your post show antics.” You joke giving his nose a poke. He jokingly pretends to bite your finger in retaliation.

Harry went on stage that night happier than ever. He started plotting proposals from the second he walked you to the car with your suitcase and waved goodbye to you. You went to the hotel room and “accidentally” fell asleep wearing one of your most recent purchases curled up in your tour bus blanket.

Let’s just say that Harry not so accidentally woke you up after that concert ready to love all of his adrenaline off in you.

Part 2👀

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Love For The Faceless

Corpse Husband x Youtuber!Reader(Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Y/N is a YouTube gamer who has recently gained a much larger following thanks to the streams she does with her friends. Naturally, considering her faceless and bodiless nature, people are starting to get curious about her. When she finally follows her friend Corpse’s example, a lot more than her hands is revealed.

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“Hey!“ I greet the lobby as I finally hop into the Discord call after quickly saying ‘hi‘ to my audience.

I’ve been a YouTuber for four years now and I’ve only recently started streaming, encouraged to do so by my best friend Rae. She’s the one who got me in multiplayer games such as Among Us and Phasmophobia which led me to meet her amazing gaming squad that consists of some of the most famous names on the platform. They are all wonderful people and I will forever be in Rae’s debt for introducing me to them. However, becoming friends with Felix, Sean and the rest of the team brought not only a more fulfilled life, but also a small boost in following. Who am I kidding, it wasn’t small. It was overwhelming, terrifying even.

My YouTube channel had a little over a million subscribers at the start of quarantine and now....now it’s closer to three million. Speaking of three million, I’m about to reach it any day now and it’s really hard to believe. I’m a gaming youtuber and I’ve never considered changing my genre despite expecting to not get any attention whatsoever, with all the big names on the platform. I was convinced not even as many as a hundred people would stumble across my videos and now here we are.

My OG subscribers are very supportive of my sudden growth and are defending me when my newer fans ask for a face reveal or whatnot. While we’re on that topic I might have to mention that not even my YouTube friends, and that includes Rae have seen my face. I’ve been faceless and bodiless for the entirety of my time on social media. Some claim I do it to grab more attention or for dramatic effect, but the reason is beyond that. I’m not shallow. Actually, shallow people are the reason I don’t show my face. I’ve never been the prettiest, but my middle school bully thought that I wasn’t lacking self confidence enough. As a result, I ended up with a not so handsome scar on my right cheek that starts from the corner of my mouth and nearly misses my eye. Yeah, it’s a long and pretty noticeable scar that has thankfully become less and less obvious as the years have progressed. Still, it’s not something I’d like to show to my viewers.

Eight ‘hi’s greet me back, each making my smile grow wider. “Sorry I’m late guys. Technical difficulties.”

“Don’t worry.“ Rae’s voice dominates over the rest, “Corpse still isn’t here so we’re waiting for him.“

I mute myself on the Discord call and take a look at my comments. I’m most flattered by the comments about my voice. Seeing as how they don’t have much to compliment about me other than my content, they make the nicest comments about my voice, personality and humor. Those comments are the ones who warm my heart most. Even when people in my day to day life compliment my appearance I can’t find it in me to believe they are being genuine. I’d like to believe these amazing people are being one hundred percent honest when they tell me they like me for who I am and not for what I might look like.

“Sorry I’m late guys.“ A deep voice causes me to even physically jolt, switching my focus from the comments to the Among Us lobby where my eyes land on the newly materialized black avatar.

“Hi Corpse.“ Rae greets him.

“Hello mister who broke Twitter!“ Sean laughs, provoking the laughter of the rest of the players.

“Yeah, congratulations man. That’s a big deal.“ Felix chimes in.

“Thanks guys, but I think you’re forgetting we’re talking about a picture of my hand.“ Corpse chuckles timidly. I have noticed how shy he gets when someone gives him a compliment - like a snail slowly withdrawing in its shell. I find it adorable.

“That’s what makes it even better!“ I unmute my mic, sending my own congratulations.

“While we’re on that topic...“ Rae begins, waiting for the rest of us to shut our traps, suggesting she has something important to say. “Y/N, do you ever plan on doing a reveal like that? Not a face reveal. Just a body part reveal.“

I have no problem talking about the subject with friends but I get nervous when I’m supposed to discuss it with my fans. Seeing as how everyone, including myself, is streaming right now, I get a bit of a stutter in my speech. “Haven’t thought about it yet. But I guess a body part reveal is harmless.” I cringe immediately after letting the words leave my mouth, “That sounds so weird.”

Rae knows that I’m not too fond of my face, but I haven’t told her about my scar yet. I let almost all people I’ve met online think I’m using my lack of appearance for effect. For the mystery of it all. Mysteries attract people which equals attention. Attention equals views and the domino effect continues.

“Just a suggestion. No pressure.“ Rae adds quickly, knowing full well I get anxious when the subject is brought up in front of cameras. “Let’s get this game started, shall we.”

* * *

The idea dwells in my mind, sitting on the back burner even after I disconnect from the Discord call. I’m sitting in my gaming chair, which was a gift for my two million milestone, and weighing out the pros and cons of the action Rae suggested I take.

“It’s a picture of your fucking hand, dummy. How bad can it turn out?“ I say out loud, shaking my head at my indecisiveness. “You’ll be fine.”

In a blur, two pictures are already posted on my Instagram. The first one captioned ‘Took a leaf from my friend’s book. Did I do it right @ corpsehusband?’ and the second ‘Thanks, Rae. These are on you.’

Rae’s POV

As I’m watching a movie in my living room, I get a notification from Instagram, informing me that Y/N has posted for the first time in a while.

I scoff, “More like the first time in forever.”

The first thing that comes to my mind is the possibility of her reaching that three million milestone that’s been long time coming. I bring the glass of water that’s sitting on my coffee table to my lips, taking a sip as I tap the notification. The picture I see makes me hurry to put the glass back down so I don’t drop it. Y/N’s hand. Her fingers are covered with several thin rings each. And here I thought Corpse had too many rings, this girl has at least two on every finger!

Then my eyes land on the second picture she has posted only minutes after the first and my heart drops. I struggle to get the water that’s been sitting in my moth down my esophagus while my mind is struggling with the task to comprehend the picture I’m looking at.

Another hand is resting on top of Y/N’s. A hand also covered in rings but fewer and larger. The nails are painted black.

I think I know who it belongs to.

Before I can even finish the thought, I’m dialing Y/N. She picks up after the second ring, sound cheery as ever as she greets me. “Hey Rae!”

“Don’t you ‘Hey Rae’ me!” I practically scream. I hate being kept in the dark about anything ever so this is just driving me mad. On top of all, she’s my best friend, for fuck’s sake. “Is that Corpse in the photo with you?!”

“Ugh....“ the cheeriness to her voice is all but gone now.

I go on with my rant, not giving her the time to reply. Not that she would reply. I bet she doesn’t know what to say. “So he knows where you live?! Or was the picture taken at his place?! He knows what you look like?! You have seen him! He has seen you in real life but me, your best friend, haven’t!!! You are breaking Covid 19 protection laws to take pictures?! Are you fucking serious, Y/N?!”

There’s a long moment of silence which frustrates me even more but I literally have run out of things to yell and the power to be angry. I mean, I still am, I just can’t express it.

“Rae, sweetheart, please calm down. You’re scary when you’re mad.“ This girl has some fucking nerve! She’s on the verge of laughing!

“Listen here you...“

“Rae, please stop scaring my girlfriend.“ That oh so distinguishable, oh so familiar voice interrupts me.

I am flabbergasted, for a lack of a better term.

“Now that we’ve got you quiet, I can explain.“ Y/N pics up the conversation, “Corpse and I have been dating for six, almost seven months now. We started dating around Easter after talking for quite some time. We moved in together at the end of September. All thanks to you, Rae. You’re the best.” She pauses to breathe in real quick, “There, all caught up?“

I’m in no less shock than I was before she explained. Actually, I think I might be even more confused now. It all just feels like a fever dream. “Yes...no. I don’t fucking know! I need details, Y/N!”

“Details later.“ Corpse makes his presence known once again, “We’re watching Family Guy right now. Talk to you later.“

“Love you, Rae!“ Y/N calls out before the line goes dead.

My arm goes limp, dropping my phone on the couch next to me.

“Motherfuckers” I mumble under my breath.

Y/N’s POV

It’s been a week since Rae has stopped talking to both Corpse and me. I know she just needs some time to cool off. In the meantime, the rest of our friends were informed and, as oppose to Rae, were nothing but supportive and overjoyed. I bet Rae feels the same way though. Sean, Dave and the rest of the gang have confirmed that she’s incredibly happy for us and says she noticed a spark between me and him since day one, but she can’t help but be mad at us, and especially me, for not telling her sooner.

“Any regrets?“ I remember Corpse asking me when we hung up on her after dropping the bomb.

“Not being able to see her face when she saw the picture.“ I beam at him, feeling as content as ever.

He laughs, agreeing with me before leaning down to kiss me.

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titularkilljoy · 3 years

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sometimes and always

//a love story in five acts

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: It's hard to resist falling into bed with a cute neighbour, but it turns out it's even harder to resist falling for him. (alternatively- Spencer Reid and the reader struggle to resolve their feelings but make valiant attempts to do so while lying horizontally in each other's beds.)

Word Count: 7k

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, strong language, decidedly non-American spelling conventions

Author's Note: SO. This fic was originally part of a fic swap for the wickedly talented @imagining-in-the-margins, but it is now over six months too late. Thankfully, patience apparently springs eternal in her?? besides all the other amazing things?? Unfair, but good for me. So, Pom, this one is for you. Thanks for being the absolute best and putting up with my rants and not judging me for mocking everything and everyone all the time. Love, Perpetually Tardy.

(i)

This is how it happened the first time.

I was frowning at the pitiful stack of mail in my hands, wondering if the conspicuously missing letters and subscriptions would ever be returned to me. Ever since moving to my new apartment, I had been at the mercy of the Postal System and that was never a good situation to be in. I’d resigned myself to having to take an extra trip back to my old building and do some investigating, when the elevator dinged and I stepped in. Just as the doors slid closed, there was the frantic rumble of footsteps and a hand slipping into the narrowing gap.

The doors sprang apart to let in the harried owner of the appendage, who barely spared me a glance before turning to face the front, eyes briefly darting to the buttons. It took me a second to recognise him. It was the guy from the apartment opposite to mine, although so far that seemed to be only a nominal living arrangement; in my two weeks there, I’d seen him exactly once, merely in passing, and we had exchanged a sum total of zero words.

I followed his lead and stopped blatantly staring at him, though I continued studying him covertly through my peripheral vision. He looked—well, his jawline looked like it could cut glass effortlessly and he had the soft chestnut hair of a male model and I knew I was probably going to develop a very embarrassing crush on him at some point— but besides that, he looked browbeaten, his whole posture seeming to buckle under the invisible weight of the world.

There was an awkward moment when he realised we were both heading in the same direction, and I took it upon myself to break the ice.

“Hi,” I greeted, introducing myself, “I just moved in. I don’t think I’ve seen you around.” I gave him my warmest smile.

His swift assessing glance would have escaped my notice if I hadn’t been paying such close attention; his expression was still shuttered off, but he offered an endearing little quirk of his lips and an introduction. “Spencer Reid. I’ve-uh, I’ve been away on a work thing.”

“Oh? What do you do?” I asked, beginning a leisurely walk down the hallway and fishing my keys out of my bag. I immediately regretted the query when, impossibly, his eyes became even more guarded.

“I’m an FBI agent.”

Well, that clipped admission would have given anyone pause. “Oh, wow. That’s really impressive, dude.”

“Thanks.” He hesitated before adding, “I’m part of the Behavioural Analysis Unit.”

“So, you’re like a psychologist?”

“I catch serial killers.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

The silence wasn’t uncomfortable so much as it was brimming with my insecurities. The alcohol in my blood helped with that, though; the next words were out of my mouth before I even registered the thought.

“Do you want to come in?”

“Oh, uh—”

He was going to say no.

“It’s just that you look like you could use some company. And I think it’s absolutely criminal that we haven’t gotten to know each other yet.”

“It’s really late.”

But he was rocking forwards on his toes just the tiniest bit, leading me to believe that some part of him did want to take me up on my offer that night.

“So it is. Come on, Agent Reid. Be a good neighbour.”

“It’s Doctor, actually,” he corrected. “Doctor Reid. I have Ph.Ds. Three of them.”

My eyebrows had risen to my hairline and, sensing the change in the air, he hurried to put me at ease. “But you can just call me Spencer.”

“Huh. You don’t hear that every day.” I chuckled sheepishly. “Well, come on in, Doctor.”

There was a moment when his whole body leaned towards me and his face looked conflicted but slightly enthusiastic, and I was convinced I could turn the night into a very pleasant one for both of us. Then, with a loud clatter, my keys slipped from my hands, startling us. The moment was broken, and I sighed in resignation.

“Let me guess, you’ve decided I’m too drunk and we’re going to go our separate ways.”

At least he had the good grace to look apologetic. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea right now,” he told me slowly as he bent down to pick up my keys and pressed them securely into my outstretched hand, “It’s late and I’ve had a long day. I’ll...see you around?”

“Sure,” I managed to say with a regretful smile, “I’m holding you to that.”

*~*

That, however, turned out to be easier said than done, for a variety of reasons, not the least of which was the Herculean feat of unpacking and organising my new place with a mild hangover and a tinge of frustration over lost opportunities looming over me. Once that was dealt with, the bigger challenge turned out to be actually locating the man in question. I knocked on his door a few times, but when the responding silence continued to persist for over a week, I began to think he’d just been a drunken hallucination in the first place. And the longer I went without any follow-up interactions, the more intensely I started overthinking the slightly fuzzy memory of our brief conversation.

Of course I’d managed to make a fool of myself in front of a really cute guy. That was absolutely in character for me. Every time I passed by his door, I convinced myself a little more that I owed him a sincere apology for my poor, inconsiderate conduct.

Beyond the embarrassment, however, work didn’t leave me much time to think about it, and by the time I was trudging to my apartment the next Saturday, the whole encounter had been relegated firmly to the back burner. Naturally, that was when the faint glow of light under his door distracted me from the very passive-aggressive email I was composing. I hesitated.

The deep breaths I sucked in didn’t serve much more purpose than to make me somewhat lightheaded, but I forged on anyway. I knocked on the door, and waited.

There was silence, followed by the sound of reluctantly shuffling feet, and then, finally, I was face to face with Spencer Reid once again.

“Um,” I started, “hi.”

He stared at me wordlessly for a beat, during which I started to wonder if he’d actually forgotten me already.

“So, we met the other day, and I just want to apologise. I didn’t mean to come on to you so strongly, and I get that you weren’t int-”

“Do you want to come inside?”

“..What?”

“Do you want to come inside?” he repeated, enunciating clearly. That didn’t clear up my confusion, though.

“Um. Yes? Sure. I mean, no, shouldn’t we talk about this a bit?”

He let out a tired laugh. “I don’t want to talk right now.”

“Alright,” I said, biting my lip. I followed him inside, and pushed the door closed behind me; it emitted an innocuous little click as it fell shut.

There was something about the weariness behind his eyes and the careful set of his jaw that made me want to study him and understand what was going through his head, but all I could glean that night was that Spencer didn’t seem amenable to much time spent on documentation.

“So,” I began unsurely, shedding my jacket and scanning the contents of the room, the piles upon piles of books and the distinct lack of much else, “tell me about yourself.”

“Didn’t I already do that?”

“Hmm, that’s not the whole story,” I mumbled, running my fingers over a broken-spined, wrinkled copy of Paradise Lost laid open on a heavy wooden desk. A single smudge of blue ink stood out against the yellowing page, and beside it, the print read: This horror will grow mild, this darkness light. “You’re not just an FBI agent.”

“That’s all that’s important,” he asserted, taking a step towards me. He had one eye on my curiously wandering fingers and, sensing that it was making him more antsy than he needed to be, I tucked my hands into my back pockets, facing him with a grin of false bravado. I really wished I was drunk. That would have made things infinitely easier.

“Besides,” he continued, this time meeting my eyes directly, “I don’t know anything about you either.”

“Fair enough,” I conceded, stepping closer to him.

His eyes didn’t leave mine, until my own strayed to the bobbing curve of his throat and the tantalising motion of his tongue sweeping over his bottom lip. Not for the first time that week, I wondered how terrible of an idea it would be to try to kiss my attractive neighbour. I could see my own apprehensions mirrored in his stance, and I saw the exact moment when he identified the focus of my gaze.

I didn’t have to spend much time contemplating. He decided, just as I did, that any consequences of this impulsive decision could be dealt with later.. I lunged for him just as he closed the distance in one long stride, grasping my jaw in both his hands. Then we were firmly attached at the lips, and his arms wrapped around my waist and dragged me closer, seemingly intent on devouring my mouth. Gradually, our actions slowed a bit, the kiss turning softer and more exploratory, our tongues winding around each other gently, my lungs readily accepting his deep, nasal sigh.

His arms around my waist were a steadily spreading band of warmth, and I could feel the growing evidence of his arousal against my thigh. I found myself thinking I could be very happy with just kissing him like this, feeling his breaths tickle my face, letting my hands suffer minute pinpricks from the stubble littering his jaw. But then his grip shifted to my hips and tightened ever so slightly, and it was like I’d been doused with fuel and set alight. My fingers struggled to unbutton his shirt as he pressed distracting kisses along my neck, my soft whimpers breaking the relative silence of the room.

All of a sudden, the ground shifted and my stomach swooped, and it took a second or two before I realised I was now in his arms, being carried towards, presumably, his bedroom. Content, I got to work on undoing the last button and trying to slip the shirt down his arms entirely. He granted me a chuckle for my troubles before laying me down gently on our destination and taking it off himself.

He didn’t waste any time in sinking his knees into the soft mattress on either side of my legs, helping me out of my own clothes and methodically kissing every bit of newly exposed skin, until finally, I was clad only in flimsy cotton and he was nosing at my aching core. With two fingers, he deftly removed the last of my defences and pressed his mouth against me. I moaned, my hands flying to his hair and trying to keep from pulling too hard as he used his tongue to examine every inch of my arousal, evidently experimenting based on the sounds he managed to elicit from me.

“Oh, my God,” I babbled, hips bucking wildly under the iron grip holding them down.

“Tell me,” he demanded, pulling away slightly, “tell me how much you like it.”

“Spencer,” I breathed desperately, “Please. I need- I need more.”

He hummed leisurely against me, frustrating me to no end. My grip in his hair tightened at last, guiding him where I needed him most, and I swear I felt his lips stretch into a smile.

It went on for what felt like hours, but there was no earthly way I could have lasted that long. He took mercy on me eventually, plunging two long fingers deep inside me, closing his lips around the bundle of nerves that, predictably, sent me into a violent, shaking climax. He nursed me patiently through the aftershocks, waiting till my legs had stilled before rising to undo his belt and rid himself of his pants. I was already mourning the loss of his closeness, and I pulled him back on top of me the moment he was within reach.

“Come on, Doctor,” I taunted, “It’s time you made good on your promise and got to the main event.”

“I never promised anything,” he retorted, but the playful glint in his eyes excited me, and while he reached over beside us to the nightstand, I rose to the occasion.

“Oh? Well, if you don’t want to, I guess I’ll just head out, then,” I teased, going so far as to attempt to sit up from underneath him. I felt a low, threatening sound begin in his chest and make its way up his throat as his hands gripped my wrists and brought them down to my sides, pinning me in place.

It was my turn to chuckle at his eagerness, lifting my head to briefly peck him on his lips.

“Don’t worry, Spencer,” I cooed, “I’m not going anywhere. Now fuck me already.”

“With pleasure,” came the response, and while I wondered idly how a smirk could simultaneously be sinister and bashful, there was the sharp sound of crinkling foil, and then he cut off my thoughts by entering me in one fluid motion.

“Fuck!” I cried out, holding him around the shoulders, bringing him impossibly closer.

“That’s it,” he groaned in my ear, “let me hear you.”

He set a torturous rhythm, thrusting into me harshly before pulling out slowly, carefully, making me relish the sensation, anticipation building steadily in the pit of my stomach and spreading until it engulfed me. A ceaseless litany of moans and whimpers filled the air around us, the source of each barely discernible. At last, I could feel myself riding the very precipice, and his name began to fall from my lips like a prayer.

“Spencer,” I called, “Spenc-”

He swallowed the rest of my inconsequential cries, bringing his thumb to where we were joined to guide me over the edge, and as I convulsed around him soundlessly, he reached his own climax, blunt fingernails leaving crescent marks on my hips, his heavy panting breaths stuttering, once, against my clavicle, before calming and slowly evening out.

We stayed that way for a few minutes, my hand combing lightly through his hair, his closed-mouth kisses pressing against my neck like a balm. Eventually, though, we had to move, and it was he who did first. He pulled out and walked away from the bed without looking at me, tossing the tied-up condom in the trash. I sat up, cross-legged, watching him for a bit, pursing my lips when I noticed he was actively avoiding my gaze.

I cleared my throat. “Where’s your bathroom?”

He pointed in a general direction and mumbled something incoherent; sighing in disappointment, I stood up gingerly and went to clean myself up. When I returned, the room still smelled like sex, and Spencer was still evasive, but he was sitting on the edge of the bed now. He looked up when I entered, watching me pick up my clothes.

“Are you alright?” he asked quietly.

I glanced over at him. “Yeah, I’m good. You?”

Nodding, he watched me get dressed, then followed me into the living room and watched me drape my jacket over my arm. Then he watched me walk to the door, all the while not saying a word.

The cool steel of the doorknob in my hand, I looked over my shoulder one more time.

“Well, Spencer. You know where to find me, I guess,” I muttered, shaking my head slightly. Then I left his apartment, and despite the enormity of what had transpired during my visit, the click of the door closing sounded exactly the same.

(ii)

Of course, after that, I resolved it would never happen again. The man next door clearly had some issues with what we had done, and I couldn’t be bothered to solve them. It was, frankly, idiotic to jeopardise the prospect of good neighbours in favour of sex, however great it might have been.

It was embarrassing how quickly my resolution packed its bags and jumped out of my third-storey window.

I was awoken the next morning by three firm raps on my door. I think I knew, somehow, who was trying to get my attention, so I took my time, but the reveal of Spencer’s regretful face didn’t surprise me any less. I was wary as I stared at him wordlessly, cycling through all the possible reasons for his visit, and his eyes dropped to the way my arms tightly hugged my midsection. He winced then, meeting my eyes.

“I’m sorry for the way I acted,” he blurted, and it sounded so rehearsed that I had to stifle a guffaw. There was a flicker of something in his eyes that could have been frustration, but he powered through. “I’ve had a pretty terrible week at work and I think I was trying to get something out of my head. But I was awful to you, and it was completely my fault. I’m sorry if I offended you. I had...a great time.”

I’d been watching him carefully throughout his speech, and if he was faking the earnestness in those last couple of lines, he was an extraordinary actor. I concluded, as I studied the apologetic slump of his shoulders and the dark bags into which his eyes had sunken, that I didn’t need to worry about the veracity of his words.

“It’s okay,” I said hesitantly. “I mean, no, it’s not okay, it felt really awful, but thanks for explaining. I get it now.”

“Oh,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck and looking off to the side, “that’s great. Thank you.” He shoved his hands deep into his pockets.

“Problem?” I was bemused.

“No!” He was looking back at me, now. “I- well, to be honest, I wasn’t expecting it to be this easy. I thought I’d have to convince you.”

“Huh. Well, you can still convince me, Doctor. Give me a second to get ready. You’re buying me breakfast.”

I quite liked the shy smile that graced his face in response.

*~*

It kept happening. There was no way I could have stopped it, and there was no reason I would have wanted to.

We quickly grew into a familiar rhythm. Each time, it started with one of us having a particularly stressful day. Each time, it started with a knock on the door and some perfunctory shuffling around. Before wasn’t the time for talking. Each time, we’d stumble into whichever surface was closest, and every time it wasn’t the bed, Spencer would make some halfhearted protests about germs and hygiene, before I shut him up very effectively with a manicured hand on his dick. Each time, in the During, I marvelled at how well we fit together, how quickly we’d learned each other’s bodies, and each time, I saw more of him than I had the last.

And I loved every bit of it.

Spencer no longer retreated into his shell in the After. He’d try sometimes, but I knew how to coax him out, now. I’d slip my hand into his, ever so gently, and wait. Or I’d sling one arm around his waist until he returned the embrace. I was getting scarily good at reading him. It was like working on an intricate puzzle, and every new achievement was rewarded with a deeper, longer look into his mind.

I carefully stored away every casual anecdote about someone from work or his godson or his mother, and I loved to watch the life burn bright in his eyes. Of course, they were all happy stories. I could sense the bittersweet aftertaste they left in his mouth, but he never let me inspect it too closely. In turn, I regaled him with tales of my own, of my sister and my parents, of my cat that was perpetually falling asleep on top of me. I told him all the easy, palatable things, holding back just as much as he did, always careful to maintain the wall of superficiality.

But things did slip through the cracks every once in a while, from both of us-- they were bound to, what with the sheer amount of time we spent together in various states of undress. Things that made me burn with curiosity that couldn’t be sated without jeopardising the very foundation of our arrangement. So I turned a blind eye to the jagged scars on his thigh and neck when he failed to maneuver to hide them; in return, he kept mum when I walked into his apartment, on the day of my worst professional disaster, with runny makeup and bloodshot eyes, shivering all over.

If he noticed that I kissed the skin over his scars a little more tenderly, lavishing attention on him the first time I saw them, he didn’t show it. If he liked the way I always nuzzled my face into the one on his neck when we were done, he didn’t show it.

For my part, I tried very hard not to read into the slow, shallow thrusts or the almost reverent way he handled me when my tears still hadn’t dried. I definitely did not read into the arm over my shoulder or the slightly baffled crease in his brow while we sat on his couch with a random episode of The Office.

And if, maybe, the frequency of his visits increased as the months went by, who could blame him? He was an FBI agent. He probably had a lot of bad days.

Sometimes, though, I’d go over when I’d had a good day and I felt like celebrating. Sometimes, I’d knock on his door just because I was bored and I wanted to see him. It wasn’t as if he would know the difference. Our bodies knew how to be around each other, and that was all that mattered.

This was just stress relief, after all.

(“Have you ever been in love?” I asked him once, abruptly, my heart still pounding as the sweat cooled on our skins.

He glanced at me warily, but he must have detected only honest curiosity on my face, not lovesickness or anything else that would have had him running for the hills.

He chewed on his lip for a moment. “Once.”

“What happened?” My finger traced an aimless pattern on his chest.

“She loves me,” he said, “but she isn’t in love with me.”)

We never articulated any feelings we may or may not have about each other or our situation. We dodged sincere conversation like it would kill us. So all the pieces we owned of each other were ones that we had been remiss in guarding diligently. That only made them all the more precious.

But on the heels of every stolen glance, there was a moment where he looked right through me, where I felt blank and insubstantial, like I was a placeholder for something or someone, and that would be enough for the wall to be between us again, rigid and unrelenting.

It was a shame that I was stupid enough to hold on to the scraps that fell through anyway.

(iii)

I was an immensely stupid person.

That was the only explanation for why I was leaning against the outer wall of our apartment building at three in the morning, desperately shoving my hands into my coat pockets to brace against the cold.

“You don’t have to be here.”

Can he read minds now? I wondered sullenly. Spencer was sitting on the front steps, with his head in his hands. His hair was dishevelled, and his eyes were the picture of torment. I would have loved to console him, but every attempt so far had been firmly rebuffed.

He had knocked on my door an hour ago and silenced my greeting with a bruising kiss. Of course, I knew how to do that dance, but Spencer had been off his rhythm tonight. When I’d reached for his shirt, he’d pushed my arms away. When I had kissed his jaw, he'd flinched. When I’d finally retreated in concern to ask him what was wrong, he had huffed out that he was perfectly fine, before trying to lift my shirt over my head.

I’d pushed him onto the bed and tried to distract him, and he had responded by clenching the sheets in his fists instead of grabbing my hips. I’d whispered his name in his ear the way he usually loved, and he’d climbed out from under me, sitting up on the bed with his chest heaving. At that point, I’d given up. What had followed was an exercise in patience.

(“Spencer, what’s wrong?” I’d asked again, to no avail.

“It’s nothing. I don’t want to talk about it,” he’d gritted out, glaring at me.

I’d sighed. “Okay, which is it? Nothing, or that you don’t want to talk about it?”

Silence.

“Well something is clearly bothering you. Am I just supposed to ignore that?”

“We don’t need to talk about anything.” He’d tried to kiss me again. That time, I was the one who pushed him away.

“No, Spencer, this isn’t working. I don’t think we should do this tonight.”

The glare had intensified. “Fine.” He’d gotten up and tried to put his shirt back on, but his hands were shaking.

Cursing my investment in this man, I’d helped him while he stared daggers at me. When he’d hunted down his shoes and made his way out of my apartment, I’d pulled on my coat and followed, petting my cat briefly when he tried to follow us.)

So now we were outside, experiencing the most awkward silence ever known to man. Every time I attempted to put a hand on his shoulder or sit beside him, he would tense up yet again.

“Yes, Spencer,” I replied at length, “I do. You look like you might accidentally walk into traffic. I’m not leaving.”

“It’s not your problem.” The petulance was beginning to get on my nerves. I hadn’t signed up for sleepless weeknights.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” I told him, shrugging.

I pulled out my phone to distract myself with the cute animals in my game. Spencer was still worryingly silent. But if he didn’t want to talk to me and he wouldn’t let me near him, there was little I could do but stand there.

Every now and then, his breathing would hitch, and I would study him out of the corner of my eye. Whether he fully registered my presence or not, I was unsure, but he seemed to be calming down. He looked less on edge, his eyes less wild, and I was about to approach him and try again, when a black car pulled up just ahead of us.

Both our heads jerked to attention, but the petite blonde who exited the car only had eyes for Spencer.

“Spence!” She rushed to him, pulling him into a hug that he slowly reciprocated. “Your phone is off. After what happened, I was so worried,” she murmured into his hair, her eyes shut in relief.

And Spencer-- Spencer’s face was something to behold. His eyes were tightly closed, his lips turned down unhappily, and his face was so naked and open that I almost looked away. Almost. The pain that shone there riveted me. I felt as if I could see every wound he had ever suffered, in that instant. He’d never shown me that before. And he still hadn’t-- this wasn’t for me. The embrace broke, but his face stayed the same while the woman fussed over him.

Something came back to me, a fragment of a memory. She loves me but she isn’t in love with me. Unbidden, a sound of realisation escaped my throat, drawing two pairs of eyes to the dark corner in which I had been so far obscured.

Spencer schooled his face back to some semblance of normalcy, and ran a hand through his hair.

“Uh, JJ, this is--”

“Leaving,” I blurted out, then cleared my throat. “I was just leaving. Work in the morning. Nice to meet you.” I tried to smile at her, but it felt more like a pained grimace.

I brushed past both of them, but hesitated on the top step. “Spencer…”

His gaze was inscrutable, and I was too tired to try to decipher it.

“Feel better,” I mumbled, and then I left them there.

*~*

I was not sulking.

I told myself this as I lounged on the couch in my most comfortable pyjamas, stuffing my face with junk food and watching Michael Scott lament his foot injury.

So what if Spencer was in love with a beautiful blonde while getting him to talk to me was like pulling teeth? It wasn’t like I’d been carrying a torch for him. We were just extremely compatible sexually. And in very close proximity to each other. That put us in the ideal position to hook up whenever we needed it. That was the extent of our relationship. For all I knew, he’d been sleeping with other people this whole time. I hardly had the right to protest it if he had. We hadn’t set up rules. We just fell into bed together as and when we liked.

It was a good, uncomplicated thing.

So I needed to make sense of whatever needless jealousy I was feeling, before I ruined it. I couldn’t sit around being pathetic. I had a life.

There was a knock on the door.

Sighing, I turned off the TV and put the snacks away. Spencer was quiet as I let him in. His eyes roamed the small living room as if he didn’t know his way around my place as well as he did his own. I perched on the arm of the couch and stared at him, hoping my face didn’t betray the rollercoaster of emotions I’d experienced over the last forty-eight hours.

“So,” I started, “you okay?”

He looked a bit startled, as if he hadn’t expected me to address it at all. I tried not to roll my eyes.

“Yeah. I’m alright.”

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” I prompted, “It was pretty intense.”

“It-uh, it was a work thing. JJ helped me out.”

Of course she did. “Great,” I said aloud.

We looked at each other for a beat. “She’s the one, isn’t she?” I blurted before I could stop myself.

“What?”

“The one you’re in love with?”

There was a telltale spot of red high on his cheeks, even as he sputtered. “That’s not-- I mean, yes, but that was--”

“It’s fine,” I said cheerily. “I was just curious.”

He frowned at me. “She’s my best friend, it’s not--”

“No, I get it.” My stomach was somewhere near my feet. “So, do you wanna fuck?”

Again, he seemed taken aback. “What?”

“Isn’t that why you’re here?” I directed my gaze at his meticulously polished shoes.

“No.” A pause. “I just wanted to say-- would you look at me for a second?”

I forced myself to comply.

“I, uh, I wanted to thank you. For staying with me the other night.” The sincerity in his eyes was a bit too much to bear at the moment.

I hadn’t done anything, and I told him as much.

“You didn’t have to. Just being there was more than enough.”

“Right,” I said hollowly. “So is that it?”

“Yeah.” He seemed very lost. “Um, are you okay?”

“Sure. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’re acting kind of strange.”

“That’s because there isn’t usually this much talking,” I snapped.

I longed to smooth out the lines on his face and make him feel at ease again. This was supposed to be the good, uncomplicated thing. He was apparently making an effort. I could return the favour.

“I’m sorry,” I said, letting out a deep breath and rubbing a hand over my face. “Can I get you something to drink? We can talk about it if you want. Or just hang out.” I tried to squash down the hope that bloomed in my chest.

“Oh. Sure, if that’s okay.” He was chewing on his lip again, and it was unfairly appealing.

And so he stayed. I got two mugs of coffee, and when I came back, he was on my couch reading a well-worn paperback, as if he belonged there. I had to agree with the thought. When he heard me enter the room, he looked up with a smile.

When he left three hours later, I couldn’t remember what we’d talked about or the name of the book he’d abandoned within minutes, but I remembered the way he’d leaned close to me while gesturing wildly with his hands, and I remembered that we hadn’t touched beyond accidental brushes of our fingers the entire time.

He still hadn’t revealed the source of his despair, and I knew there was someone he loved. I knew whatever this was, it would be temporary.

But the smile on my face as I closed the door was real.

(v)

Spencer kept coming over. I was never given the chance to initiate contact because it seemed like he was always at my place. Whenever he was in the city, he would be with me. I started to worry about his apartment gathering cobwebs from the disuse. But I couldn’t honestly complain about this new development.

Sometimes we had sex, and sometimes we didn’t. Sometimes he came in sore and tired, other times he was brimming with excitement with a playful grin. Sometimes he was angry at the world and I was allowed to coax him down from his rage. Those nights were in turn infuriating and thrilling.

(“What happened?”

“Work.”

“That’s really helpful, Spencer, care to elucidate?”

“No.”

“Okay, caveman.”

“Shut up and take off your clothes.”

I’d rolled my eyes and complied.)

I enjoyed every bit of him. I wanted to observe and chart every one of his moods and his little quirks. I loved the small pile of his books that had found their way onto the coffee table. I loved introducing him to pop culture that he approached with the same diligence as he would a textbook of quantum physics. He was an eager student, and I attempted to return the favour whenever he launched into his obscure tirades.

Some nights I would drowsily let him in and he would crawl into bed with me, fully clothed. The following mornings, I would wake up with a silly grin on my face, seeing him utterly relaxed and at peace. We’d have breakfast in my kitchen and slowly come awake together over our steaming mugs of coffee.

It was fun, learning him.

In the dead of night, as I was drifting off to sleep, he would tell me bits and pieces of horrible things he’d had to see. All I could offer him then was a tight, protective embrace and a steady gaze as the words clawed their way out of his reluctant throat. It felt like he was giving me some sort of twisted boon, these revelations of his pain. I collected them just as carefully as I did everything else. If it was a part of him that was freely given, I knew I wanted it.

At intervals, I would have to remind myself that he wasn’t truly emotionally available. It wasn’t hard. I only had to picture JJ’s relieved smile and the raw uncloaked expression on his face that I had never seen again. He mentioned her every now and then, and I’d discovered that his godson was her child. He never seemed upset, talking about her family, but he wasn’t the kind of man who would resent another’s happiness, even if it was at the expense of his own. I knew that now. I still remembered the way he would pull away from me and flinch at my touch, and I knew I was playing a losing game. There was no way out of this where I didn’t get hurt. All I could do was try to control it.

Three months after that night outside our building, I knew I’d fallen for him.

I was in trouble and I needed to do something about it, quickly. So I stopped preemptively cancelling plans with my friends and coworkers. I joined a book club. I called in a guy to loudly fix my bathroom sink the day I knew Spencer would be getting home. I even got a gym membership. I tried to be away from home as much as I could.

Whenever Spencer texted me, I would let him know I was unavailable. His texts got progressively more frustrated. Watching the excitement on his face dim when I turned him away at my door was painful. But it was necessary. I convinced myself that when Spencer and I stopped existing in this vacuum without other people, my feelings would weaken and I would be able to get him out of my head.

It didn’t work, of course, and I spent every day missing him. I tried to distract myself with work and my suddenly-full schedule, but the feelings were still there. Try as I might, I couldn’t stop thinking of him every morning and every night, and every time I passed his door and every time I walked by a bookstore.

So when Neil from work asked me out a week later, I said yes.

I wore a nice dress and heels, and he picked me up. We went to a midscale restaurant and talked about boring first-date things, and I knew within the first fifteen minutes that I didn’t want to see him again. I went through the motions, smiled pleasantly at him, and told him I would take a cab home. When I walked dejectedly up to my apartment, it took me a second to realise what I was looking at. My heart leapt and I dropped my keys.

Spencer was sitting on the floor outside my door, and he looked tireder and older than I’d ever seen him. He had looked up at my approach. I froze.

“Spencer.” I hadn’t seen him in a month.

He looked me up and down, and there was an unhappy tilt to his mouth. I wanted to kiss it away. He reached for the keys and rose to his feet.

“Hi.” He held them out to me, and I wanted to laugh and the eerie reflection of our first meeting.

“Hi,” I echoed.

“Were you on a date?”

There was no point in lying to him. “Yes.”

He looked away, his jaw clenching.

Silently, I unlocked the door and held it open. After a moment’s hesitation, he walked in.

He paced the floor of my living room. I took off my shoes and put my keys on the table, waiting for him to speak. I felt out of sorts and unprepared for what was to come. Even when I heard him come to a halt, I didn’t lift my gaze to meet his.

“Why would you-- I thought we had something.” His tone was heavy with accusation.

I stared back at him in challenge. “Sure. We had something. But I didn’t want to fool myself into thinking it was more than it was.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Us! You. You send me all these mixed signals, and I know you’re still hung up on someone else but I let myself get in too deep anyway. I had to protect myself.”

“I’m not hung up on someone else,” he shouted, raising his hands in frustration.

“Of course you are!” I matched his volume. “You told me so yourself.”

“When did I do that?” He sounded honestly bewildered.

“A few months ago. You said you were in love with someone but she didn’t love you back. And then I saw you with JJ that day. I know it’s her. It’s okay. You didn’t promise me anything.”

Feeling drained, I wrapped my hands around my middle. The tears were threatening to fall, but I tried to hold them at bay. This would be over soon. It all would.

“JJ--” he barked out a laugh, surprising me.

“What about this situation is funny to you?” I demanded.

“No, listen--”

“You’re hot and you’re cold. You kick me out right after our first time and then you’re sweet the next day. How do you want me to feel about that?”

“I’m sorry about-”

“Trying to talk to you is impossible! I want to help you. But you clearly don’t want to talk to me!”

“That’s not--”

“And then you’re over here all the time, and I get that it’s because you want to distract yourself, but you have to know how it would con--”

“God, would you just shut up and listen to me for once?”

I glared up at him. He was undeterred, a strange glint in his eyes.

“I love you,” he informed me, striking me dumb. “It took me a while to realise it, but it’s true. I love you.”

All I could do was gape at him as he walked closer to me and took my tightly clenched fists in his hands. “I’m sorry if I made you feel like I was holding back. I’m trying to be better. And I don’t know what you thought you saw between me and JJ,” he said very slowly, stroking his thumbs gently over my palms, “but all that’s there is a lot of trauma and shared experiences. Yes, I thought I loved her once, but that was a long time ago. We’ve never-- she’s not you.”

Traitorously, that tendril of hope began to coil around my heart again as I searched his face, looking for a trace of a lie.

I found none.

I surged forward, crashing my lips to his with no finesse and too much force, but he was ready for me, releasing my hands and cradling my waist instead. I gripped his hair, letting the tears spill at last, an overjoyed laugh bubbling out of my throat and into his mouth. I let my hands roam the hard plane of his body, the delicious ripple of wiry muscle beneath his shirt, the hidden softness that only I could feel.

“I love you,” I told him when we broke apart for air. “I’m glad I can tell you, I love you, I fucking love you.” Spencer grinned down at me, and the look was so fond I had to kiss him again.

The rest was a blur of hastily discarded clothes and the steadfastly ignored pain of knocking into furniture before we finally found my bed and tumbled into it.

(“All this time, I could have had you,” I groaned into his ear while he thrust his fingers into me, mouthing along my jaw.

“You have me,” he promised into my skin an eternity later, when he was inside me and my nails were scrambling for purchase along his back, my vision going white.)

That night, there were no painful confessions or taunting insecurities. There were just the two of us, blissfully entwined together, and the deepest of dreamless sleeps. Somewhere in the middle of falling out and falling back together, we had found our new rhythm.

.fin.

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