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I Think I Deserve A Kiss - Xaden Riorson x Reader
Happy Valentines Day for all my fellow Australians and future people! Have some cute Xaden Riorson fluff with the prompt "I think I deserve a kiss."
It felt like anything that could have gone wrong today, did go wrong. I had woken up late due to being out late on a supply run that didn’t go exactly to plan. Because of that I’d missed breakfast and barely made it to my first class on time. Xaden and Garrick had someone managed to get up on time and be there. Both raising eyebrows at me as I ran in while shoving my arms into my jacket.
During flight training a squad mate hadn’t been paying attention and dove straight down into my dragon and I causing me to come off. Luckily my dragon had been quick to right themselves and catch me before it was too late. Then at challenges another fight interrupted ours, and due to it I’d lost track of my opponent and gotten jumped. And then everything had gone black.
The throbbing in my head was almost unbearable as I woke from whatever slumber I was in. No not a slumber. I didn’t feel rested and no way would I have been able to sleep with all this pain. I open my eyes and squint as I’m blinded by the light above me. I go to sit up, but two very strong hands push me back down. I vaguely hear them talking to me, but there’s still a ringing in my ears. That’s right. I’d been in challenges.
My eyes finally adjust and I see I’m in the healers quadrant, a mage light right above my bed. The curtains are drawn around my bed, giving me some privacy from the rest of the room. A hand firmly grasps mine, a thumb rubbing soothing circles into the back of my hand. I look over to see Xaden sitting next to my bed. I must stare at him confused as he raises his eye brow at me.
”You ok?” He asks, his voice sounds rough. Almost as if he had been yelling.
”No, but..” I pause as I’m unsure what to say. The emotion I see on his face isn’t one I’ve seen before.
”But what?” He asks sternly as he raises one of his eye brows at me.
”You look worried and you never look worried?” I tell him.
I feel his body stiffen at my words. Clearly he had been trying to hide his worry from me. But I’d seen right through him as his onyx eyes had betrayed the hidden emotion. Xaden wasn’t emotionless by any means. But he usually did a very good job at hiding them. Choosing to save them for behind closed doors or around those he trusted. I guess behind the drawn curtains he kind of was.
”You would be to if you saw what I saw.” He stands and walks to the end of my bed, running his hands through his hair.
“What do you mean?” I ask worried.
What had happened? It was just a challenge. We did them all the time. We got hurt all the time. But the pulsing pain in my head told me that this time was probably one of the more extreme outcomes of challenges. In my three years in the quadrant I’d been lucky enough to avoid any major injuries. Till now it seems.
Xaden barely turns to me as he motions to a mirror sitting on the table next to me. I grab it and hold it up to my face. I gasp and almost drop the mirror. It was clear my injuries had been mended as much as they could. But the stitches on my cheek and lip, and the bruise around my right eye and peaking through the collar of my shirt told me I had received a decent beating when they’d gotten the jump on me.
“I should have been watching. But I was too caught up on making sure that damn Sorrengail girl didn’t get killed. And next thing I know there’s screaming across the other side of the gym as that asshole beats you to within an inch of your life.” I can see Xaden’s shoulder visibly shake as he recalls the memory.
It’s then I notice Xaden is not in his training gear. He’s in his normal uniform. As he turns I notice the slight hint of shadows forming under his eyes.
”How long have I been unconscious for?” I ask hesitantly.
“Three. Days.” Xaden practically spits out angrily.
Even though the anger is not directed at me, I still flinch at the tone in his voice. Three days I had been out for. I shudder as I look at my reflection in the mirror. If I had been out for that long my injuries must have been way worse than what I am seeing now. The curtain to my bed is moved to the side revealing the only mender in the healers quadrant. I don’t recall his name as I haven’t had much to do with him. As he approaches me Xaden walks out leaving me alone with him. With how angry he seemed to be I don’t blame him for leaving, but I can’t help but feel a bit sad at him leaving me alone. I sit in silence as the mender tends to my injuries again. Due to me being awake he is able to heal a bit more, and luckily he is able to take away the throbbing headache I had woken up with. With instructions to come back again in a few days and a tub of healing balm I am allowed to go back to the riders quadrant. As I walk through the big doors that lead back to the riders quadrant I find Xaden leaning against the wall waiting for me.
He reaches out and pulls me into his side, before placing his hand on the small of my back as he leads me back to my room. Classes must still be on with how empty the corridors are. We don’t bump into a single person on the way back. I don’t dare try to break the silence as I know it’s better to leave Xaden be when he is in one of these moods. He opens my door and ushers me in, before guiding me over to my bed and sitting me down. He squats down in front of me and places his hands on my knees as he looks at me.
”You should get some rest. I’ll come back and grab you for dinner ok?” He tells me quietly. His voice is void of any emotion. His default when he’s trying to stay calm when he is anything but calm.
I do my best to ignore the twinge of pain in my heart as I nod my head. He softly smiles at me and nods slightly. He stands and kisses the top of my head before quickly leaving my room. As he closes the door I let you the breath I didn’t realise I had been holding in. Xaden is right, I do need to sleep. After being mended I felt exhausted. And even though I had been out for three days, I felt like I’d been awake for three days instead. I place the healing balm I still clutched in my hands on the bedside table before changing into some more comfy clothes and climbing into bed, sleep consuming me almost immediately as my head hits the pillow.
I don’t know how much time has passed, but I feel the bed dip slightly beside me. I open my eyes to see I’ve rolled towards the wall. But I can tell immediately it is a lot later. My room is now dark, bar the soft flicker of a flame. Strange. My mage light is usually much brighter than this. I feel the bed shift next to me again and I look over my shoudler to see Xaden sitting next to me, his face illuminated but a soft flickering light. He seems to be a lot calmer as he smiles softly at me. I roll over fully and my breath catches in my throat.
Multiple candles have been lit and placed around my room, explaining the soft flickering light in the room. On the table, Xaden has laid out food he must have gathered from the dining hall. I’ve clearly missed dinner with how dark it is outside. Next to the dinner he has brought, which is also enough for the two of us, is two big slices of chocolate cake.
I look over at Xaden who is smiling at me, his shoulders shaking slightly with a silent laugh as he looks at my shocked face.
”What is this?” I ask him.
”Well I came to get you for dinner and I couldn’t wake you up while you looked so peaceful. So i brought dinner to you.” He tells me softly. The way his brows furrow tells me he is doing his best to think about his works.
I nod my head slowly. “But why all the candles?”
”Well, I’d actually planned to ask you something, but what happened kind of put a dampener on my plans.” He admits as he looks down at the floor.
”What plans?” I’d asked confused.
I tried to rack my brain for what he could mean. What on earth could he have wanted to ask me the other day?
”I was-” He pauses, his eye brows furrowing again. “I was going, to ask you. To be my valentine.” He finally gets out.
I freeze in shock as he looks up at me. He looks scared. But it quickly changes as he tries to hold back his laughter. Obviously the look on my face is quite amusing for him.
”Left you speechless have I? Thats a first.” He teases, easily grabbing my hand as I go to playfully hit him. “That’s not very nice.”
”It’s what you deserve for teasing me.” I sassily say back.
My breath hitches as he leans in close, our noses barely touching. He’s so close I can see the golden flecks in his onyx eyes, I can feel every breath he takes. He obviously hears it as he chuckles softly.
”I think I deserve a kiss.” He says, the corner of his mouth tilting up in a smirk.
I go to playfully hit him with my other hand. Yet again he easily grabs it as if he knows what I had planned and uses the momentum to pull me closer and into a kiss. His arms snake around my waist, pulling me into his lap, my legs sitting either side of his as I straddle him. The dinner and cake quickly forgotten.
#fourth wing#fourth wing fanfic#the empyrean#xaden riorson#the fourth wing#xaden riorson x reader#xaden x reader
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“You Taunt Me, I Chase You” “You Catch Me, Then Let Me Go” They Do It Again The Next Day
Bat x Cat
Catwoman has a Kitten following her around, and that Kitten just so happens to like messing around with Batman's Sunshine Birdy.
Maddie and Jack decide that Danny is spreading himself too thin between school and dealing with Ghosts and the GIW, also the excessive bullying is not helping at all. So they decide to send him to live in Gotham with Jack's cousin Selina Kyle. Danny's not extremely happy about this arrangement, but at least Jazz is going to Gotham University, and Sam and Tucker promise to visit during breaks. Selina is unsurprisingly, really cool and it gets even better when she's fine with the whole half-dead thing Danny has going on. One night Danny catches her coming back from a hunt and begs her to take him with her. After a few weeks of training Danny takes his first night on the town, and immediately bumps into Signal, who he may or may not have called hot once.
CLASS SCHEDULES
BOTH
BLOCK 1 | MR.LOGGE - Algebra 2 Teacher : Riko
BLOCK 5 | MRS.WILLIAMS - Spanish 3 Teacher : Darcy
BLOCK 6 | MR.LE'STROD - P.E. Coach : Izzy, Troy, Dre
DUKE
BLOCK 2 | MS.KITSON - CP Physics Teacher : Izzy
BLOCK 3 | MRS.O'BRIAN - AP US history Teacher : Dre
BLOCK 4 | MR.CHAKRABORTY - AP English Teacher : N/A
DANNY
BLOCK 2 | MX.REAGAN - US history Teacher : N/A
BLOCK 3 | MX.LERROY JENKINS - AP Chemistry Teacher : Darcy
BLOCK 4 | MS.CHAU - English 3 Teacher : Troy
Jack and Selina are cousins on their moms’ side, they're parents were siblings, Selina's mom drifted away from the family.
They’ve never really talked to each other beyond a family gathering or two
Jack is vaguely aware that Selina isn’t really on the right side of the law, but who’s he to judge The Fenton family has never really been on “The Right Side” of the law
But Selina is surprised when she gets a call from Jack asking her to watch out for his daughter who’s going to Gotham U that year
And even more surprised when he calls her a week later asking if she could take care of his son while he stays in Gotham
Selina ends up agreeing but is definitely scepticall
[AN: The script kinda cuts off at the end so warning]
FIRST MEETING - DUSK
The sun is setting and DUKE has had a long day of patrolling Gotham under the sunlight.
DUKE sighs as he stretches near the ledge of a building, they need to get back to cave soon, do some homework, sleep. God Sleep would be wonderful.
DUKE’S shine golden for a second, and the vigilante moves quickly to the side baton up and ready to strike the person who’d attempted to attack him.
DANNY :
Whoa, okay no sneaking up on you then.
DUKE stared at the other boy. He wore a cowl that looked exactly like SELINA’S, the same with the rest of his outfit. Although it was accented with a more neon green then SELINA’S dark emerald green.
DUKE :
Who are you
DANNY :
What you can’t tell, I think it’s pretty obvious
His voice was light and teasing, he flexed his hands and claws popped out of his fingers.
DUKE :
Some wannabe Catwoman fanboy.
DUKE says sarcastically. The Catboy made an offended sound similar to a hiss even.
DANNY :
I’m not a wannabe!
The Catboy grumbled before calming himself.
DANNY :
I’m actually working with Catwoman I’ll have you know. I’m her apprentice.
DUKE :
(Sarcastically)
Oh really, so she’s just got you up here talking to me for no reason?
The Catboy grinned, DUKE did not like that one bit.
DANNY :
I actually do have purpose for being here.
DUKE immediately started looking around the area, and spotted SELINA crouching a few buildings away with a duffle bag over her shoulder and one next to her.
DANNY :
As a distraction
The Catboy kicks DUKE in the chest when he isn’t looking. Quickly moving away from the vigilante now on the ground.
DANNY :
By the way, the names Kitten, nice meeting you Babe
KITTEN runs quickly over to SELINA and takes the duffle bag next to her, he turns back and waves tauntingly at DUKE, sticking his tongue out at him.
The two Cats run off into the distance.
DUKE :
(Frustrated/Annoyed)
Oh mother fucker
BRUCE is so going to scold him for letting that happen and, DUKE just knows his siblings are going to endlessly tease him about KITTEN.
The Vigilante gets up and begins his way back to the Batcave.
SCENE TWO - CONTINUOUS
SELINA and DANNY return to SELINA’S apartment through the window. DANNY collapse on the couch, surprising the cats, SAPPHIRE, a blue eyed fluffy white cat, jumps on top of DANNY’S back. DANNY groans.
SELINA picks up SEKHMET, a dark grey Lykoi cat with big ears.
SELINA :
Hello my baby, did you miss you mama?
SEKHMET meows at SELINA happily.
SELINA :
Hon could you got put our hunt away please.
DANNY groans loudly but gets up and moves the duffle bags into SELINA’S bedroom then behind the secret bed door into the vault room. He began to pull out the jewelry from the duffle bags, laying them out carefully on top.
As he works SELINA walks in, holding SEKHMET and with SAPPHIRE following and winding between her legs.
SELINA :
So... How was your little chat with Signal
DANNY :
Pretty normal I guess, he’s jumpier than I thought he’d be
SELINA :
(Teasing)
Didn’t I warn you about that
DANNY :
(Mumbling)
Maybe
SELINA laughs, and DANNY grumbles.
SELINA :
Notice anything... nice?
DANNY’S face flushes.
DANNY :
Nope, nah, everything was just normal!
SELINA :
Oh really
DANNY :
Yupyup, oh would you look at that! Finished laying out the jewels, better got to sleep!
DANNY gets up and walks stiffly out of the vault blushing aggressively. SELINA smirks playfully.
DANNY :
As you said Auntie sleep is important!
SELINA :
It’s alright if you think he’s pretty Danny! I’ll put in a good word with Bats for you!
SELINA yells after DANNY as he retreats to his bedroom.
DANNY :
Goodnight Selina!
SELINA :
Who knows, maybe I’ll have a nephew-in-law by the time you graduate!
DANNY slams the door behind him as SELINA cackles.
I DON’T HAVE A CAT THING! - CONTINUOUS
DUKE drives back into the Batcave, propping up his bike on its kickstand, pulling off his helmet. He dejectedly walks over to lockers where TIM is still getting ready to go out.
TIM :
So how was patrol?
DUKE groans loudy, hitting his head against the locker.
TIM :
Damn that bad?
DUKE lifts his head and nods.
DUKE :
Catwoman has an apprentice now.
TIM pause and stares at DUKE in shock.
TIM :
Bullshit.
DUKE :
He calls himself Kitten and he’s a fucking asshole
TIM raises an eyebrow
TIM :
An asshole you saw? What was he like?
DUKE :
Checky, he got me distracted long enough for Selina to steal like a third of the Jewels on Rock Street. Then he kicked me and then just ran off, can you believe that!
TIM grins, as DUKE rants about KITTEN not paying attention to his brother.
TIM :
Uh huh, what else?
DUKE :
He had this stupid smile and was all snarky and he looked sooo proud of himself for getting one over me. Then he called be “Babe '' before he ran, and just AUGH!
TIM smiles widens.
TIM :
Oh you’re down bad.
DUKE :
What?
TIM turns away from DUKE and to the rest of the cave.
TIM :
Selina’s got a kid and Duke has a crush on him!!!
DUKE’S face morphs into betrayal and he tackles TIM who’s laughing.
The others in the cave start yelling about the whole situation.
JASON :
What!
DICK :
Say sike right now!
STEPH :
Furry!
DAMIAN :
Thomas your standards!
BRUCE :
Selina has a what now!
DUKE whines and lets go of TIM. TIM gets up and drags DUKE to the center platform of the Batcave at the Batcomputer.
TIM :
I got him!
The others had gathered in the central platform, half dressed for patrol.
BRUCE :
Duke, could you explain please?
DUKE stands up properly and walks over to the Batcomputer and attaches his cam footage to it.
DUKE :
I was getting ready to finish up my last round of patrol when Kitten tried to jump me.
DUKE forwards the footage to the moment, pausing on a clear from of KITTEN’S face.
DUKE :
He said something dumb, I called him a “wannabe Catwoman fanboy” he got offended and said he’s Catwoman’s apprentice. I ask him what he’s doing, I realize he’s a distraction, next thing I know I’m on the ground and he and Selina are gone.
As DUKE speaks he fast-forwards through the footage to the last clear frame of KITTEN and SELINA running off.
CASS “SIGNING” :
Did he just call you Babe?
DUKE :
That is completely unimportant
TIM :
Oh I think it’s important
TIM slips past DUKE and rewinds setting the footage to it’s proper speed.
DIGITAL DANNY :
By the way, the names Kitten, nice meeting you Babe
JASON :
Damn Duke, didn’t know you’d be the one to inherit B’s cat thing
DUKE :
I do not have a “Cat Thing”!
DICK :
Keep lying to yourself Tommy, we all know how that ended for Bruce
BRUCE :
I don’t have a “Cat Thing”
DAMIAN :
Father don’t lie, you’re not very good at it
STEPH :
Ten bucks says we find them somewhere they shouldn’t be in two weeks.
CASS :
I say four, deal
DUKE :
Stop betting on my relationship with the Catboy!
CASS “SIGNING” :
When did we ever say we were talking about you and Kitten?
STEPH :
Thinking about your Catboy that much ‘ey Tommy?
The rest of the sibling begin to laugh and DUKE groans in annoyance. BRUCE pats his son’s shoulder in condolences.
BRUCE :
(Teasing)
It’s alright, just remember to clean your clothes regularly, cat hair is difficult to get out of Kevlar.
DUKE looks up at BRUCE in both disgust and betrayal. Before stomping away to the lockers
DUKE :
I hate you all!
The rest of the family laugh as he leaves.
SO GOTHAM’S A BIT WEIRD? - THE NEXT DAY/MORNING
DANNY stands outside of Middletown High staring up at it’s front building before sighing and making his way inside. There aren't that many people, just the front desk lady MS.CARTER. DANNY walks up to her.
DANNY :
Uh Hi,
MS.CARTER :
Hello
DANNY :
I’m, I’m the new student. Or like one of the new students I’m not sure.
(Awkward Laugh)
MS.CARTER :
(Sigh)
Alright, what’s you’re name?
DANNY :
Daniel Fenton.
MS.CARTER opens the filing cabinet under her desk. Moving some things around before pulling out a small folder.
MS.CARTER :
It’s a gold day so you have 1st 2nd and 2rd block today. Tomorrow is a gray day when you’ll have your last three blocks.
MS.CARTER hands DANNY his schedule and a school planner, DANNY stares at his schedule, reading through everything.
MS.CARTER :
Since you’re an Outsider you’ll have to attended the safety seminars, and read through this pamphlet.
MS.CARTER pulls out the procedure pamphlets.
MS.CARTER :
How long have you been living in Gotham?
DANNY :
About five weeks now, why?
MS.CARTER :
Did you get all your vaccines for Gotham specific aliments?
DANNY :
Yup, I got the Ivy ones, the smaller doses for the Fear gasses. Much smaller ones for the Laughing gasses. Bunch of the other I can’t name.
MS.CARTER :
You’ll want to know their names, understand.
MS.CARTER gives DANNY another pamphlet.
MS.CARTER :
This has everything you’ll need to know about the vaccine you could need and even some you might not.
DANNY :
Is that everything I’ll need to know?
MS.CARTER :
If need be you can change your schedule within the next few days, but you won’t have much freedom with it considering that you came in later in the school year.
MS.CARTER :
Also your first class is on the second floor in the green hallway. And your locker and password are on your schedule.
DANNY :
Okay, thank you Ma’am!
DANNY leaves the front desk area and goes through the door into the school. Nobody was there either, which was great for him, he didn’t want to bother having to deal with new people.
NEW CLASSMATE, WHO DIS? - CONTINUOUS
DANNY sits near the back of the classroom. The Algebra 2 teacher MR.LOGGE had put him in one of the empty seats once they got to school and opened up the classroom. A few other kids are already in the classroom and more are in the hallway outside. DANNY had found his locker, and after struggling for a while he got it open and stored his things.
People start to file in talking to each other, the bell rings and the class quiets down. MR.LOGGE stands up at the front of the classroom.
MR.LOGGE :
Good morning class, hope you’re all doing well. We just got back from fall break so lets do some introductions. Everyone up and around the room please.
The class moves and everyone stands back to the walls.
MR.LOGGE :
Your name and pronouns, favorite movie, and favorite food. Who wants to volunteer?
No one says anything
MR.LOGGE :
Alright, volun-told then
He pointed to a short Asian girl by one of the windows.
MR.LOGGE :
How bout we start with you
The girl sighs but speaks anyway
RIKO :
Riko Sheridan She/Her, my favorite movie is “The Devil Wears Prada”, and my fave food is chicken alfredo.
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Pushing Each Other’s Buttons
Summary: They are new at this. They are new to this whole dating thing but everything’s going well. However, during a workout session on training day after a small chat with Kori, Raven wonders if she could push each others buttons to progress things even further between them. Will it work?
AN: as always I don’t own anything from the TT universe or the DC universe! Just the plot of the story and you might hate me later lol. Happy reading! :)
It all started at the gym.
It was a typical training day at the Titans Tower, and each member of the team was at their own stations doing their own workout at the gym. Raven Roth looked around as she was doing her sit ups with Kori being her spotter as per usual.
She took in the smells of sweat and each presence of her team doing their best to make their bodies stronger and fuller for the next time they are out fighting villains. Thankfully, the alarms have not gone off so far as of yet which gives them plenty of time to do other things to pass the time until it does.
“Come on friend Raven, we are almost done! We are down to thirty sit ups now.” The alien was saying, drawing the indigo titan back into focus of her task at hand which was to complete at least forty sit ups requested by the titans leader Dick Grayson. “Just a few more then we switch!”
“Right.” The empath muttered, counting in her head the last few numbers that she had to do before getting off the mat so the Tamaranean could do her set. “Ready?” She asked her firmly, placing her hands on each of Kori’s shoes to keep her steady. Kori nodded her head and placed her hands behind her back, waiting for Raven to say the word. “Start.”
“So,” Kori said, catching her breath before going back down to her sit up, eyeing her quiet friend who was counting her sets. “You never did tell me how it’s going friend Raven.”
“Don’t know what you mean,”Raven said, hoping that Kori would drop it and just focus on her sit ups.
“Oh come now,” Kori said, chuckling at how Raven was avoiding her green eyed stare when she came up from her sit up. “You know what I mean.”
Raven knows exactly what she means because she’s been trying her best not to look over near the corner where the green shifter was doing his own set of workouts with Cyborg helping. She tried her best to ignore the fact that he was working out shirtless while he was grunting as he picked up a dumbbell easily with one hand. “It’s in progress. You know this already.” Raven whispered, turning her eyes over back towards Kori.
“29,” Kori counted and giggled at her. “I know that silly. Didn’t you two went on a date recently? What happened there? I’m dying to know!”
Raven shushed at her, briefly looking around to make sure that their conversations wasn’t behind overheard from the others. “It was nice.” She said quietly with a sigh. “Perfect even.”
“And? What else? There’s gotta be more than that!” Kori said excitedly, catching her breath once she was done with her sit ups and the two hero’s got up to do some stretches.
“We kissed.” Raven said finally, causing the alien woman to giggle with happiness. “It’s just a kiss.” She explained to her.
“Oh it’s not just a kiss friend Raven. Has it gone further than that?” Kori asked kindly, rolling her shoulders back when she did another stretch with her arms. She raised an brow at her when Raven made a face at her. “Would you want it to?”
“It’s only been three dates Kori. Isn’t that too soon?” Raven questioned her Tamaranean friend who shook her head at her, making her orange curls bounce around her shoulders. Raven sighed when she thought about a question to ask her. “How long did it take for you and boy wonder to—“ she stuttered at the question and she was thankful that Kori picked up on her question right away.
“After the third date.” Kori answered with a Cheshire grin, making Raven shiver. “But you and friend Garfield are different take all the time you need!” Kori reassured her when she noticed Raven’s face. Kori hummed. “If you wished to progress things further you just need to buttons of push each other.” She advised.
Raven blinked at Kori’s choice of words. “You mean push each others buttons?” She suggested.
Kori nodded as she walked over towards the bench to drink her bottle of water that was sitting there. “My thoughts exactly friend Raven. Also it looks like he’s already doing it.”
“What do you mean by that?” Raven asked, glancing over at the changeling that moved over to do push ups with Cyborg next to him. “He looks somewhat normal to me.” She said with a smirk.
“Friend Garfield has never taken off his shirt while working out. Have you not noticed?” Kori asked with a smile.
Raven snuck a glance over towards Garfield Logan and noticed that Kori was right, he had never taken off his shirt for his workouts until today. She noticed how tight and full his muscles and biceps were probably from working out and from getting stronger now that he’s older. He’s taller now and not lanky anymore. She would be a fool not to admit that it was nice to see him without a shirt, but was he doing it to put on a show for her?
“See what I mean friend Raven?” Kori asked, making Raven tear her eyes away from the green shifter and focus on Kori’s green ones instead. “He’s doing the buttons of the push. Now it’s your turn.”
“How will I pull that off then?” Raven whispered, walking over towards Kori as they took a breather from their workout. “I’m not exactly—“ she trailed off as she looked up and down Kori’s revealing workout attire. “You.”
The orange-haired alien smiled and before Raven could do anything to stop her, she pulled off Raven’s workout shirt, exposing her sports bra that she hiding underneath. “There we go!”
“Kori are you serious right now?!” Raven hissed at her, quickly trying to grab back her shirt from Kori but she was taller than her so she kept it at arms length. “Give it back!”
Garfield’s pointy ears twitched at the sound of Raven’s voice in the far corner of the gym, breaking his concentration of his sit ups. Luckily he was at his one hundredth goal and paused at his stance to look over at her. “What the—“ he trailed off when he saw Raven in a black and purple sports bra and Kori holding her shirt at arms length. “Holy—“
“Hey grass stain! Focus man!”
Garfield begrudgingly looked away from a rare sight and turned to focus on Cyborg instead. “Sorry my dude! I was just—“
“Focus on me and not your girlfriend dude!” Cyborg called out, making Garfield blush at the term that he was not used to.
“Right focus.” Garfield muttered to himself, stealing a glance once more at the sibyl that was working out with Kori who was still trying to get her shirt back, all the while trying to conceal herself with an arm.
“Give it back Kori. Please.” Raven pleaded in a whisper, trying for another attempt to get her shirt back. “I need my—“ a flash of green caught her attention and she paused from trying to get her shirt back.
Violet eyes meet green eyes that lasted longer than necessary and before Raven could change her mind, she uncovered her chest, sighing when she gave up trying to get her shirt back from the tall Tamaranean. She could literally see the gulp that Garfield had made when he had took in her appearance. Sure, Raven had exposed her body before but only her legs, but her upper body was a different story in which she’s slowly working on.
“See,” Kori whispered in her ear, walking beside Raven with a hand on her shoulder. “Told you.”
“Alright guys!” Dick said, making Raven to look away from the shocked shifter. “That’s enough for today. Good job everyone!”
“Do the buttons of the push friend Raven. It’ll work. Trust me,” Kori said to her before flying over towards the leader, kissing him lightly on the lips before walking out of the gym with him hand in hand.
“Push each others buttons huh?” Raven muttered to herself, wondering if it was worth a try.
The night was clear and warm in Jump City, the Titans are doing their own thing. Dick and Kori are in Gotham City for a night out, Cyborg is currently out on a date with Jinx in Central City, which leaves Garfield and Raven alone in the Titans Tower or more precisely alone on the roof.
Garfield had a big blanket for them as well as take out from a new vegan restaurant that he wanted to try. They were laid out on the blanket, sitting in complete comfortable silence as the two look out into the sky. Raven secretly wished that she could see the brightness of the stars instead of lights of buildings, but she doesn’t mind the thoughtfulness of their date.
“Next time,” Garfield started to say, breaking into Raven’s thoughts and she turned on her side to look at him as he stared out into the sky.” I want to take you somewhere where we can actually see the stars. The moon is huge and neat but I miss seeing stars.”
Raven gnawed her lower lip as she moved over to get closer to the changeling. “That’ll be nice Gar.”
Garfield chuckled at her and turned over to his side, using his arm to support himself. “Let’s make it a date then yea?” He asked, moving even closer to where they were nose to nose.
Raven could feel her face heat up at the closeness of their bodies and she had to remind herself to stay in control of her emotions. “Y-yes.”
“Neat.” The shifter whispered before closing the gap between them and leaned in for a gentle kiss on Raven’s lips.
It was slow, innocent something that Raven was getting used to. When they first started kissing, it was just a peck outside her door after their first date, same with the second date. This time, their kiss lingered a bit longer and it made Raven want to try something different with their kiss.
She opened her mouth to allow Garfield more access into the kiss and she heard him hum in question when she did that. She nibbled his lower lip which caused him to moan into her mouth.
“Rae—“ Garfield said once they part, catching their breath. He used a hand to brush back a couple of dark strands of her hair out of her face. “What brought this on?” He asked, furrowing his brows.
“You weren’t wearing a shirt at the gym today,” Raven confessed to him softly, noticing the way his face soften with her answer.
“Oh!” Garfield said once realization had kicked in and he chuckled. “Well I could say the same about you Rae-Rae.” He told her, wiggling his brows.
Raven flicked his forehead with a finger, rolling her eyes at him. “That wasn’t intentional.”
“I know my shirt thing was but you on the other hand.” He trailed off, studying her and laughed when Raven gave him a death stare. “It was Kori’s doing I know.”
“You should umm—“ Raven trailed off, using a finger to trace down Garfield’s front clothed torso slowly. “Not wear a shirt at the gym?” She said even though the way it sounded like a question.
“Will never wear a shirt at the gym again.” Garfield told her, leaning in closer to her. “Is this alright?” He asked with hesitation, bringing Raven even closer to him in a way that made their bodies touching.
Raven’s breath became heavier when Garfield lifted her chin closer to him. “Yes.” She whispered, closing her eyes when she felt Garfield’s lips back on hers again.
She opened her mouth when she felt the shifter’s tongue on her bottom lip, asking her access. She gasped when she she felt his tongue on hers, making their kiss deeper than it was before and it made Raven’s whole body feel warmer.
Raven heard Garfield making an oof sound in her mouth when he got on top of her, making sure that he wasn’t crushing her by prompting himself up with his arms. She used her arms to wrap around his neck to bring him even closer to her, making both of them moan.
Raven used her legs to wrapped around his waist, which caused her to feel something that was pressing against her. “Shit,” Garfield muttered against her neck, breaking the kiss. “I’m sorry let me just—“
“It’s fine Gar.” Raven reassured him, reaching up to play with one of his ears. “Aren’t we just pushing each others buttons a little?”
Garfield blinked at her and laughed before leaning back down against her neck, kissing against her earlobe gently. “Yea definitely pushing each other’s buttons alright.” He muttered, cursing himself. “But still— we don’t have to continue if you feel uncomfortable o-or anything.” He tells her, stuttering with his sentence.
“I want us to push each other’s buttons.” Raven told him truthfully, using a hand to run her fingers through his green spiky green hair. “And it seems like I’m already pushing yours.” She whispered to him quietly.
“My buttons are definitely being pushed right now.” Garfield hissed out, biting his lower lip. “I-I—“ he started, clearing his throat as he looked down at her violet eyes.
The two of them groan when a loud alarm stopped what Garfield was about to say, causing both of them to detangle themselves from each other to grab their communicators from their pockets.
“Right now??” Garfield complained. “Buzz kill!”
Raven sat up on the blanket, opening her communicator and watching the news alert that popped up, using a hand to push back her violet hair out of her face. “It’s Gizmo attacking downtown Jump City. The others are still away.” She told him. “I can portal us there.” She said firmly, standing up, reaching out a hand towards him to grab.
“Right. Let’s do this!” Garfield yelled, grabbing her hand and it held it tightly. “To be continued?” He asked, lifting a brow at the empath.
Raven squeezed his hand. “I want to see how much I can push your buttons.” She responded with a small smile. “To be continued.”
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Asking someone in for a drink is boring, basic, and generic. Asking someone to help you figure out a cast iron pan is fun, attractive, and incredibly hot to Trey, your barista that you want to kiss very much.
Notes: Trey Clover x GN!reader, café!AU, barista Trey, office worker reader, mutual pining, Cater shows up as a wingman and a menace, i am a trey lover (evidently)
CW: frequent mentions of food, minor and brief mention of blood for when Trey cuts his finger while cooking, making out and suggestive during final part but everything before it is fluff
It’s almost a little tragic when you get off your train stop and see the street where your company building is for the first time, specifically the Starbucks across the street with a line trailing out through the doors and covering up the entrance of the café right next to it. You almost miss it completely had you not been so hesitant on joining the growing crowd. Sure, you have some time before orientation starts, but being late on the first day isn’t something you particularly want either.
So, you take a leap of faith and open the door to Cloverly, an empty coffee and pastry shop overshadowed by the popularity of Starbucks. You’d go in, order a hot coffee, and if it sucked, never come back again. No big deal.
“Welcome in.” Your eyes shift from the menu posted above the counter to a man with green hair unlike anything you’ve seen before, but somehow, it works. He’s been baking, you note, evident by the flour lightly dusting his apron and face with his glasses askew. “What can I get for you today?”
Something about him is so pretty that you almost forget to speak.
“Just one hot coffee, please,” you say after a prolonged pause. He nods and starts to turn around to start brewing.
“Feel free to make yourself at home while you wait,” he calls from over his shoulder. “You’re probably the first person to come here during the morning rush instead of next door.”
“Can you blame me for wanting to skip that line?” He seemed friendly enough, so maybe this wasn’t an awful idea after all. “I mean, I love supporting small local businesses.”
That gets a hearty laugh out of him. Incredible. How do you make that happen again?
“You won’t regret it.” He grabs a paper cup from the side. “I quite literally spent all four years of college coming up with this blend, and all my friends tell me it’s pretty good.”
“If I spent four years of my life studying beans, and all my friends said it was just, ‘Pretty good,’ I’d go insane.” It’s another joke that makes him chuckle. Yes, this is going well.
“Then I hope you come back again with a raving review.” He doesn’t have to, but he opts to walk around the counter to personally hand you your cup. You’re more flattered than you should be, and when you get up to leave, he even opens the door for you, telling you to watch your step because the entrance and the sidewalk aren’t exactly leveled but that’s how he got the lease for cheap.
Again, flattered.
“Well, in any case, even if I hate the coffee, at least I have something to say about the stellar customer service and the owner’s unending business-related wisdom.” Carefully, you make sure not to trip. “Thanks for not-an-awful morning…?”
“Trey,” he answers, patient smile turning into a grin with a raised eyebrow. “If you’re bothering to ask for my name, can I get my hopes up for my first regular customer?”
“Don’t hold your breath.” You laugh it off, but after interacting with this man for only ten minutes, you have a feeling that you’re already in too deep.
-
And you were right, because after taking a sip of what can only be described as the best coffee you’ve ever had, you find yourself waking up earlier than you need to and standing right in front of Cloverly again the very next morning. You don’t know why nobody’s ditching the Starbucks line, especially when Trey’s house blend is practically magic to your tastebuds compared to whatever the larger chain offered, but when you walk into the much more peaceful café, the calm does relax your morning nerves.
“Told you it was good,” Trey says, leaning on the cash register with a knowing look. It was almost as if he was expecting you to come back.
“Good morning to you, too.” You set your bag and jacket down at a seat in front of the counter. Trey looks delighted.
“And you’re dining in today?” he asks, grabbing a clean white mug. “What did I do to deserve such a fine morning?”
“I have some time today,” you respond casually as if you didn’t set your alarm an hour earlier the night before. “Can I get another coffee?”
“Anything else?” he asks over the coffee grinder. “No breakfast or anything?”
You pause and think. Two days of work definitely didn’t establish the income for both a coffee and food every morning. Not yet at least.
“Just a coffee, please,” you clarify, hoping it didn’t come off as too rude. He doesn’t seem to mind, humming in affirmation.
“So, are you new in town?” he asks once he’s served you your drink and is busying himself with setting up today’s pastry display. You eye at the croissants, sandwiches, and cakes behind the glass display. More tempting than you’d like, just like the person who made them.
“I just moved in a couple of weeks ago for a new job,” you say between slow sips. “Across the street, actually.”
“Pretty impressive,” he responds with a whistle. “I don’t think I’d ever be able to handle cooperate life. I used to go to an all-boys private school and couldn’t stand being stuck in a tie all day.”
“Well it’s only my second day, so who knows?” you joke. “Maybe I’ll end up hating corporate too and move back home.”
“Then I hope they treat you well over there.” You hear the sound of paper and the display case closing. A small bag finds its way next to your mug of coffee. “Would hate to lose my only regular.”
“And is this a bribe to keep said regular?” you ask, failing to contain the smile that spreads across your face. “Or are you trying to milk as much money out of me before I leave now that I’ve presented the possibility of jumping ship?”
“Yes?” he tries. Funny. “No, I’m just kidding. These are on the house. Consider yourself a guinea pig for my newest creations?”
“I’ve always wanted to be a guinea pig,” you say sarcastically. “But thanks. Really. I’ll make sure to consider it when I inevitably write a flaming review on Yelp about you.”
“Make sure to be detailed as possible.” Again, he walks around the counter to open the door for you, almost as if he’s been doing this for you for ages. “You know how popular this place is. If your review is a little too boring, I might not see it.”
And like you’ve known him for more than two days, you laugh, bid your farewell, and carefully step out so that you don’t trip and fall.
“Keep an eye out for one that starts with, ‘If I could give this place 0 stars, I would.’ I’ll be extra dramatic about it, just for you.”
And true to your word, during your lunch break, you sit out in the lobby of the office building with leftovers from a meal you almost burnt last night and the little paper bag Trey handed you earlier in the morning. When you open it, you’re greeted with small cookies decorated with what seemed to be like candied flower petals. They’re appropriately sweet, aromatic, and surprisingly light—so good that you do decide to install Yelp on your phone, create a profile, and find Cloverly’s exciting page with no ratings and zero reviews.
‘Pretty good’ becomes the first customer comment that launches Cloverly’s average to 5 stars.
-
Work, to nobody’s surprise, is tiring, especially as a young adult fresh out of college. You quickly learn that the things professors said were important in lectures aren’t important in the office and that the things professors said weren’t important are important in the office and everywhere else. It’s a delicate, anxiety-inducing balancing game, dealing with superiors that are alarmingly picky and not at all picky at the same time, and you feel like you’ve been thrown in cold water.
You’re satisfied with your team for the most part, however. While the team leader, an experienced employee, really only took questions during work hours to maintain a ‘healthy work-life separation,’ newbies didn’t receive this luxury. More often than not, you found superiors dumping so much dirty work on you during your shift with wildly unrealistic deadlines that you always had to do overtime or take home to finish. Again, the saving grace and perhaps the only thing that kept you sane was the fact that your team had other new hires. That, at least, prevented you and your struggles from feeling too alien.
And then three months after you’re hired, just when you think you’re getting the hang of everything and spending less of your personal time figuring out office agendas,
the building’s power fails and everybody is sent home early, walking back into the office the next day to discover that every and any saved files were gone for good. Amidst the company-wide scramble to redo everything from scratch and meeting unchanging, strict deadlines, administration had made the decision to change over to a new system. Specifically, one that auto-saved to a backup cloud.
“You look like you need an extra shot today,” Trey says, grimacing from the register when you walk in. “What happened to you?”
“Gee, thanks,” you mutter rather dryly. “And not that it’d interest you, but the company decided to do a big switch, so I spent most of last night reading the system manual. I want to be prepared before today’s client meeting, or at least sound like I know what I’m doing.”
“Well, on the bright side, if your building loses power another time, we won’t have you pulling all-nighters to finish who knows what.” That’s the thing you like about Trey. Even if he could care less for corporate life, he never failed to listen to your almost-daily rants, bringing up things that even you might have forgotten about.
(“Excited for your meeting today?” he says offhandedly one time as he pours your coffee.
“What meeting?” you ask, alarmed.
“I thought you said last week that you have a meeting with a supervisor today.” He frowns. “Maybe I have it wrong.”
Except he doesn’t have it wrong, and to this day, still, you thank the stars that Trey is always so reliable. Perfect people do exist.)
“What’s for breakfast today?”
“Any recommendations?” you ask, taking your usual seat. You knew Trey thought about cooking 24/7 and practically dreamt about new recipes in his sleep, and the way his voice lilts when he asks you about your order today is the tell-all for you to know he wants you to test something for him.
“I’ve got a new breakfast sandwich idea.” His grin betrays his previous discretion. “Scrambled eggs, cheddar, spinach, and lightly caramelized apples in a croissant.”
“You know I’d eat anything you make,” you laugh, which was true. You were never a big fan of spinach, but Trey’s never failed to change your mind on your food opinions.
“And that’s why you’re my favorite regular.” He walks back into the kitchen. You can’t see him, but you know from routine what he’s doing from every sound he makes. The opening of the fridge, the setting of the pan on the gas stove, the rapid beating of eggs with his favorite $43 Williams-Sonoma nonstick whisk; you know this café inside and out.
And then a low hiss of pain. That’s a new one.
“Are you okay?” you ask a little loudly from your counter seat, craning your head to see if you could peak at him through the entranceway of the kitchen.
“Yeah, everything’s good,” Trey lies between his teeth. You hear the immediate rush of water from the kitchen sink and all but run from your seat, grabbing the first-aid kit from under the cash register. Catching Trey looking rather guilty with his finger under a stream of cold water, you sigh.
“I can’t believe you’d lie to your favorite regular.” Looking around, you find some paper towel. “Is nothing sacred?”
“It’s just a small cut,” he laughs. The blood that rushes from his finger the moment he removes it from the water isn’t very convincing. “It just looks bad, that’s it.”
You take his hand in yours, causing Trey to stiffen at the sudden physical contact. You don’t notice it, or at least you pretend not to and focus instead on applying direct pressure onto the cut with the paper towels you swiped seconds ago.
“Hey, easy there,” he chuckles. “My hands are my entire livelihood. Would hate to have my finger crushed.”
“Yeah, they’re pretty too,” you say, looking intently at his calloused palms and gorgeous fingers. Tens across the board. “Would hate to have these beauties scarred.”
Trey doesn’t say anything and simply watches you reach for the alcohol wipes in the first-aid kit, wincing slightly at the sting. It’s completely quiet, but you aren’t bothered by the silence much to your surprise.
“Yours are also…”
“Did you say something?” you ask, looking directly into his eyes.
“I asked if you do this often.” He tilts his chin toward the band-aid. “You’re pretty good at this.”
“You mean do I go into baristas’ kitchens when they cut themselves and wrap their bandaids for them?” You feel yourself about to laugh again. “No, only for you. Promise.”
“I’d expect nothing less from my favorite regular.”
-
Trey goes to bed that night, the image of your meticulous fingers on his hand, touching, making contact. He thinks of your laugh and searing gaze and how you smile when you bite into his newest sandwich and how he always gets a whiff of whatever shampoo you use when you walk past him by the door on your way out.
“No, only for you. Promise.”
He turns over in his bed, groaning. Reaching for his phone, he opens up Yelp and types ‘Cloverly’ in the search bar.
“Pretty good.” He reads it over and over again in his head like a mantra.
This is ridiculous.
-
“Three nights, huh,” Trey muses one morning sitting across from you. The two of you have fallen in the habit of eating breakfast together at one of the tables. “What’ll you be doing?”
“Just meeting with other branches and maybe some collaborating companies,” you muse in between bites of avocado toast. “Not really too sure, but it’s all expenses paid, so who even cares?”
“True,” he laughs. Something unreadable crosses his face.
“Don’t miss me too much,” you joke. “It’ll just be three days of eating breakfast alone. Try not to die.”
“Oh, the horror.” He sets his tea down and clutches his chest. Drama queen. “I can’t believe the worst three days of my life are happening in a week.”
(He hates that he means this.)
“Yeah, who else will listen to you rave about your favorite brand of flour?” you say with a roll of your eyes.
“I keep telling you that you’re opening Pandora’s Box when you ask me what’s special about what you’re eating.” He looks like he might start again, in fact. “Like, really, the muffins today-“
And you let him start, because when Trey gets going on his food talk, he always looks like he’s about to burst at the seams out of sheer excitement. He’s ten times more energetic whenever you comment on how you can taste something new, even when you don’t actually, but to get to see him so animated, so ecstatic—it’s a treat on its own every single time. Sure, you’re not a genius in the kitchen like he is, but he’s even happier when you ask questions. It’s your little way of spoiling him or even thanking him for all the freebies he’s given you in this past year.
“You’re right,” he finally says, as if true realization hits him this time. “What happens if I find a really good brand of oat milk when you’re gone?”
You pause mid-sip, and Trey raises an eyebrow. This is your chance.
“If only there was a way we could keep in contact, I don’t know, digitally?” you sigh in exasperation. He startles when you shoot him a very pointed glance before sighing again.
“Sorry,” he says regaining composure. “I told you, I can’t do corporate, so you won’t be expecting any faxed messages from me.”
“Only you would respond to me like this when I’m very clearly asking for your number, Trey Clover,” you mumble and send him a glare for extra emphasis. A chill goes down his spine, not because he thinks you’re actually mad but because you’re asking him for his number, looking at him rather intensely, and just called him by his full name. Again, ridiculous.
“I’m kidding,” he soothes, clearing his throat. “I hope you don’t mind me being a dry texter.”
“I’d expect nothing less.” You take your phone back after he enters his contact information in as ‘Trey Clover’. This is obvious, because what else is he supposed to write? You’re tempted to edit it to ‘Trey Clover (HOT Barista)’ but choose not to. Instead, you decide to be the first one to send him a text, a picture of the latte he made for you this morning.
“Don’t get mad when I text you in the dead of night about the texture of oat milk and the flavor it adds to lattes,” he warns jokingly. Your phone buzzes when he responds with a thumbs emoji.
“I welcome it, actually. Oh and one more thing.” He looks up from his phone to you with a smile that nearly stops your heart. It’s your turn to cough. “My team manager is picking up from the office next week and driving us to the airport. I want to get them some breakfast, so would you hate it if I pre-ordered six croissants, some homemade jam, and coffee?”
And to think his smile couldn’t get any wider.
“No problem. I’d love that actually.”
-
Trey wonders if he’s being too clingy and is overstepping boundaries when he decides to text you the night the two of you exchange numbers. He knows it was with the pretense of your business trip the following week, and he’d be seeing you tomorrow anyways. He doesn’t know if you only had meant for this whole texting thing to be for those three specific days, doesn’t want to ask, and doesn’t want to actually know.
“Well, tbh, it’s pretty weird that you guys haven’t done this sooner,” Cater says to him through the phone. When in doubt about phone-related fiascos, always ask Cater. “You’ve been besties for a whole year and haven’t exchanged numbers?”
And that’s Trey’s exact problem because he doesn’t exactly know what you consider him. Maybe not ‘besties,’ but could he even comfortably call the two of you good friends? He sure wants to, but at the end of the day, he figures he’s just some guy who cooks for you.
“Besties is a little…” Trey starts, but Cater cuts him off with a tsk.
“Trey, you dial me up every other day to talk about how this special customer of yours sampled something you made and said it was good.” Even without having ever met you, Cater feels like he, too, has known you for a year. “You don’t do that for other customers. Trey, you realize you have other customers right? Or else there would be no way for you to keep paying your rent. If you had one customer for an entire year, you’d be eating dirt off the street!”
Trey doesn’t say anything to that. It’s hard when Cater, per usual, hits the nail exactly on the head.
“So what I think is that you should send your crush a text about whatever,” Cater continues when he doesn’t get a response. “A person who’s been listening to you go off about bread crumbs is bound to consider you at the very least a friend. And you’re not a bad guy or anything, so go for it.”
And he does, sending you a photo of freshly baked cookies along with a simple message: “Hey, this is Trey, your barista. The chocolate pieces this time are the right size and bitterness.”
“Remember,” he recalls Cater’s words, “the worst response you could get isn’t no response but a, ‘K.’”
And he gets neither of these. What he gets is a notification that you’re trying to FaceTime him, and he’s so surprised (nervous) that he nearly drops his phone out of shock (butterflies).
His fingers are shaking when he accepts the call and becomes evidently aware of how bad he looks but also how good you look. Of course, he’s always known that you look good, but seeing you outside of office attire is new and like a breath of fresh air. And, if he’s being entirely honest with himself, it feels a little bit more intimate.
“I know I said I’d text, but,” you say through the screen. Beautiful. Breathtaking. Ridiculous. “It’s easier to talk like this, and I just know that you, Trey, my barista, have a lot to say about the chocolate or whatever.”
And for almost ten whole seconds, he forgets he initially messaged you to talk about his cookies, because wow. He’d have to bake Cater some meat pies later as a thank you gift.
(“Now these are Cay-Cay certified bangers,” Cater says in between mouthfuls and camera clicks on his phone. “So when are you gonna ask your crush out?”
Trey chokes. Cater also gets this part on camera.)
-
Trey, regrettably, doesn’t take into account that the days you’re away leads right into the weekend, and when the office is closed on the weekends, you don’t show up. Fair, because why would you?
It bothers him a lot more than he’d like to admit, even after exchanging now regular “Good morning” texts with you. Five days without seeing you in person is a lot, and he knows it’s probably not how he should be feeling about one of his customers. A comforting part of today, though, is the fact that it’s busier than usual.
Sure, a handful of new customers shouldn’t be this big of a deal, but when some of them come in and say off-handedly that one of their coworkers bought them a heavenly croissant before a business trip, he can’t help but smile.
“They’re a regular here,” he says proudly. Proud not so much at the idea of having a regular, but more-so that you, specifically, are said regular. He wonders if he’ll get more in the near future, getting his hopes up when he sees some people post his food onto social media.
And so, even though he’s feeling just a bit lonely, he closes down at 4 PM, cleaning and getting ready to go home. That is, until he hears a knock on the door and snaps his head to see you through the glass. Best day ever.
“Hope I’m not being too much of a bother,” you say sheepishly after witnessing him unlock the door. “I brought you back some jam as a souvenir, but I don’t really know how to store it, and I didn’t want it to go bad, so.”
“Thanks. It looks good.” Normally, he’d be pretty excited about a new ingredient to test out, but he finds himself caring less about the jam and more about seeing you for the first time in what feels like forever. Not even a late night call could beat the real thing.
“How have you been?”
“Good.” And then he remembers. “Thanks for advertising my stuff by the way. I think some of your coworkers came in today to buy more stuff. Surprisingly busy, but I could get used to it.”
“It’s not a big deal,” you laugh, leaning against the wall. “I’m just, you know, supporting my favorite local business.”
“Well, I don’t do well with favors unpaid. Is there any way I can make it up to you?”
“You could take me on a date,” you blurt out before you can even think straight, and you know for a fact that your face must be beet red, because who just says something like that? When there’s a brutal amount of silence, you feel like running away. “Uh, only if you want, of course. It’s okay if you don’t-“
“No,” Trey says barely above a whisper. His voice is shaking, and you’re not sure if he wants to cry because he’s so horrified at your confession or if he’s just mad at you.
“No worries. Really, Trey. It’s fine.” You spin on your heel, rushing to get away, to go somewhere and maybe hide for the rest of your life. A calloused hand grasps at your wrist, startles, and releases you at the drop of the hat when you turn back to look at him in surprise.
“No, I mean--I’d like that a lot.” He breathes in and out slowly, not knowing what to say next. He just knows he wants to be with you and see you all the time and hopes he can keeping going off of that. “We can go right after I finish cleaning up. If you want to. Anywhere you’d like. Also, my treat.”
“I want to.” You smile at him, and he gives you a goofy grin, because now the both of you are embarrassed. “I really want to.”
-
(Trey takes you out as promised to his favorite restaurant and explains what he likes about each dish, each ingredient, each flavor as they arrive. It’s fun, watching him nerd out about the things he’s passionate about and then to see him flustered when he catches himself. It’s even more fun when he treats you extra special, pulling your chair out for you, wiping any stray crumbs off your face, paying for the bill, and walking you home even though the train takes him in the complete opposite direction of where he lives.
He’s sweet, and you’ve never wanted to kiss someone so badly.
Meanwhile, Trey’s heart soars; after all, it’s the first meal he’s sharing with you since your brief absence, but it’s also his First Date with you. He must be special, he thinks, or at least insanely lucky, because when you egg him on to keep talking, laugh at his dumb jokes, and look at him so adoringly despite him being so plain and average and probably not as cool as other people, he’s genuinely the happiest man alive.
You’re so perfect, and he wants to ask to kiss you, but in a natural, not-creepy way.
“Can I kiss you?” he tries when he reaches the door of your apartment, not wanting to leave so soon but also careful not to make you uncomfortable.
“Yes.” Of course.
“Ok,” he says rather dumbly and leans in, hand awkwardly resting itself on your cheek. He stops just millimeters away, so close that you can feel his hot breath. “Really?”
“Trey, please,” you whine, dignity thrown out the window.
His first kiss with you is gentle, soft, and barely there, because he wants to be careful, and he wants you to be sure. It’s quick, and before your eyes can flutter shut, you already seeing him pulling away. Not on your watch.
You grasp him by his shirt collar with desire that’s been building up for the past year, lips crashing together again. It’s rougher than the first for sure, but something just clicks in Trey. He holds you closer, practically pulling you flush against his body, as he bites and tugs at lower lips, eating up the divine sounds you make. Everything about you is insanely addicting, and Trey is burning. Your lips are so soft on his, and he thinks it’s comparable to when yeast has time to ferment in bread dough. He doesn’t say this to you.
When the two of you pull apart, both of you are breathless with slightly swollen lips. You stare at him for a while saying nothing. Not being an experienced kisser, he gets nervous.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks, frowning. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“
“No, you idiot,” you laugh. That’s a good sign. “I’m wondering what excuse I can use to get you inside.”
Also a fantastic sign.
“I can wait,” he jokes. “I’ll even take notes for future reference.”
“Want to come inside for a drink?” you ask, looking sheepishly to the side and pointing pathetically at your door.
“And I thought I was bad at flirting,” he laughs and is met with a smack to the chest.
“Okay then,” you reply, tone dry. “Want to come in and look at my floorboards?”
“Not really?”
“My TV remote?”
“Pass.”
“My kitchen?” and you can’t believe this is what does it when he grabs you again and asks if he can give you another kiss. Of course, you nod.
“You know I get freaky about kitchenware,” he says against your lips, and you feel the smile that grows.
“I bought a new cast iron pan a week ago.” He kisses you again, hard and rough. “I know I’m supposed to season it, but I don’t know how.” Another kiss, his hand sliding to the back of your head to press him closer into you. “I need your help taking care of my cast iron pan, Trey.” There’s some tongue this time.
“You don’t ever need an excuse to get me to see you,” he says, finally pulling away and admiring the mess he’s turned you into, “but those were some pretty hot things you just said. Lead the way.”)
#twisted wonderland#twst#twst wonderland#trey clover#trey clover x reader#twst trey#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#twst imagines#cafe au#fluff
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here’s a breakdown of my breakdown and my former company’s marketing department breakdown. (this is for myself for future reference if i ever question why i left bc I’m scared of new things sometimes and romanticize past things)
- me telling my boss i’m overwhelmed every month since july 22.
- my boss and I having an offsite meeting in oct 22 where she asks me if I’m “really in this” and that she will only help me if i’m “really in this.” a bee lands in my cup. i acquiesce and say i’m “really in this.”
- my boss, is and has been, really shitty towards all of us (june 22-nov 22) and i’m afraid the whole department is going to quit and so I call her bosses, the ceo and the president (because if i’m “really in this” then i’m going to do it the “right way”) and say “if this doesn’t change everyone is going to quit and you won’t have a department anymore.”
- i take a week off for thanksgiving and can’t get out of bed. decide to also take a week off in between christmas and new year’s.
- i get called in during PTO on dec 28, 22 for a very important meeting* that is then cancelled 5 mins before it starts.
- i am also not very good at getting out of bed this week either.
- i get a new job description and a new report on jan 1, 23, except there isn’t really a job description just my boss telling me once exactly what she wants me doing which was this sentence, “own the leads.”
- my one report is on a vacation and the brand team utterly falls apart because they are running a brand awareness campaign with a digital component that is meant to drive interest but they have not thought about funneling that interest literally....anywhere and I must create a whole upper funnel marketing program by myself in the span of two weeks.
- i hire another report to help out with the leads but a person gets hired to the general marketing team (and reports to my boss) and I am responsible for training them so I spend over 40 hours training them and then they quit three weeks later at the end of feb 23.
- mar 23 - my original direct report goes on maternity leave and I start getting pulled into these interrogation type meetings in the board room. everyone with chief in the title on one side of the table and me, marketing manager (1 of 3 marketing managers on the team) on the other side of the table. it was the only logical seat because it was also the only vacant seat. i was actually terrified. these 2-3 hour long meetings happen every. single. day. until i breakdown crying in the middle of the 14th one (that’s business days only, readers). I lie and say that I had a family emergency to attend to. so I got up and walked out.
- the following monday, march 27, 23, I tell my boss I’m putting in my notice, without a plan. she responds, “can’t say I’m surprised”
- that next week, the multi-hour meetings continue except they have pulled in the other 2 marketing managers so I am not the only one on my side of the table anymore. before the end of the week is over, they fire marketing manager #2.
- monday, apr 10, 23, i’m told to work from home the rest of the week and that my last day will be that friday.
- monday, apr 17, 23 was my first day of funemployment. I slept 15 hours. I have slept 9-10 hours every night since.
- today, apr 25, 23, they fired my second direct report.
I could not eat well due to stress and anxiety during this time. I could not sleep well due to stress and anxiety during this time. I could not go to the gym due to stress and anxiety during this time. I could not take care of myself due to stress and anxiety during this time.
I will NEVER let that happen to me again.
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ML Secret Santa Gift The Adventures of Kwami-Sitting
Authors Note
This takes place during season 4, set when Marinette and Adrien briefly knew who the other was. On the 100th episode.
To my secret Santa giftee Light-My-Star, and the ML Secret Santa Project. I’m very sorry this was late.
This is Chapter One, Please Enjoy.
And Happy Holidays! :)
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They revealed their identities to each other. Two weeks, three days, and eleven hours ago, and nothing’s gone wrong. Nothing.
Ladybug is Marinette.
He’s in heaven.
Every day he gets to see Ladybug in class, and every night it’s Marinette at patrol. She texts him good night and sends him pictures of whatever late night project she’s working on. He texts her awake in the morning so she doesn’t oversleep.
He doesn’t want to miss a minute of her at school.
Sometimes it’s hard to even settle down enough to sleep, he’s too excited to see her again the next morning. Nathalie’s caught him yawning once or twice during shoots, but since his father hasn’t said anything yet she must’ve neglected to tell him. Adrien lets a warm feeling settle in over his skin and he finally drifts off to sleep.
His phone rings. It’s not her text tone but blissfully sleepy he rolls over to his phone to see what-
She’s calling him.
A call from Marinette at three am can only mean one thing. Adrien’s heart jumps into his throat, as he dives to answer the phone,
“I need you it’s an emergency!”
“Where?” Adrien tosses off the sheets off his bed and dashes over to his bedroom window.
“My house! now!” Just as Adrien’s about to ask for details he hears a click and the call ends. Adrien jumps out of the window before he’s even used the transformation words.
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“Ok… so I should’ve said on the phone this isn’t an akuma attack.”
Normally Adrien would say something hilarious about the mix up but he’s pretty sure he left a lung somewhere between the mansion and the bakery and he has to wait for it to grow back now.
“Yes, milady,” He says between ragged breathes, “I would’ve appreciated that.”
Adrien’s back slides down against her bedroom wall, waiting for his heart to settle down. His knees are bent up against his chest. Marinette looks over at him from her desk, where she’s assembling something he can’t see from this angle. She’s got a guilty look on her face he doesn’t like,
he knows this wasn’t on purpose-
Suitcase. There’s a suitcase on her bed.
“My aunt’s in the hospital.”
Adrien blinks, “You have an aunt?”
Marinette nods and then continues trepidatiously, the kwamis fly all around her room gathering things to put into the suitcase. “My aunt lives in London, she got in an accident and broke her leg.” Marinette’s working on something at her desk, the kwamis are either helping her with the project at her desk or they’re packing for her.
Adrien winces, he’s not exactly close with his aunt but he’d hate to hear that news, “Is she gonna be ok?”
Marinette nods, “The doctor Mama talked to on the phone said she’d be fine.”
Adrien notices Sass placing a hairbrush into the suit case, “But she needs surgery.”
The next kwami… he’s not sure what their name is but he thinks he sees feathers, tosses a fresh pack of hair bands into the suitcase,
“Mama’s already on her way over there,” Marinette continues, “But Papa needed time to close down the bakery properly so we’re taking the train first thing tomor-this morning.”
When he sees a kwami with horns tuck a bottle of ketchup in her suitcase he wonders if he should say something. He chooses not to interrupt the process.
Adrien nods sympathetically, Marinette powers through without noticing,
“The point is. I have to leave Paris for a little bit, at least until I convince my parents to let me come back.”
Adrien feels his heart plummet.
“What if there’s an Akuma?”
Secretly he’d always wanted that remote back for the little toy cat. He just wasn’t sure he could ask for it after what happened last time. Marinette brushes off this hope,
“Already taken care of.” Marinette reports confidently, “Scarabella’s meeting me at the train station tomorrow morning, she’ll fill in.”
Adrien pretends he isn’t pouting and tries again, “But-”
Marinette almost reading his mind cuts him off at the pass she swivels in her chair to face him, “It’s only until I can convince them to let me come back.”
Adrien takes a minute to let the disappointment pass. Of course she has to go if someone in her family’s hurt. At least he’s being told what’s going on this time, and she’s thinking of him now. He tries to take some bit of solace in that, at least tries not to seem too disappointed she’s leaving.
“Until then. I need a big favour.”
Adrien feels his eyes go wide and points to his chest in an unspoken question. Marinette rolls her eyes at him in that way she does when she thinks he’s being cute, “Yes you.”
Adrien smiles proudly,
“I need you to watch the kwamis.”
Adrien blinks once as his brain switches tracks.
“I just…” Marinette starts with a guilty tone that has no business being there in the first place, “I wouldn’t ask, but I can’t just leave them alone. The last time I left them when I came back they’d started a fire in the kitchen and that was just for a day.”
A kwami with floppy ears pops up from her desk drawer, “There was no one to feed us!” Marinette eyes the kwami skeptically,
“We live on top of a bakery. There was plenty of food.” He hasn’t seen this one use his powers yet… are they the miraculous of the dog? The floppy eared kwami pouts,
“But we’ve never gotten to bake before, and we can’t when the guardian’s parents are at home.”
Marinette sighs, “I told you before-“ Marinette stops herself, then swivels back in her chair to face the desk. Then Adrien hears a snap of metal, and she stands up holding…
“I started working on this after the fire.”
A binder.
Marinette walks over to Adrien with a reverent look in her eyes, “In this, is everything that could possibly come up when watching the Kwamis.” She hands him the binder, Adrien gives a second look to Marinette, who waits on him.
He opens the binder carefully and flips through it.
The binder is thick. With laminated pages, each of the Kwamis gets their own tabbed out section detailing their name, powers, favourite foods, favourite hobbies, favourite ways they get into trouble-
“I don’t need you here all day every day!” Marinette says like she’s trying to excuse herself for asking. Her arms are flailing around wildly like she does when she’s nervous.
There’s a thick section which has a tab with just a red plus symbol on it.
“I know your schedule’s packed,” Marinette pleads, “But if you could stop off a few times a day to make sure they’re ok and not destroying everything, that’d really help.”
There’s a table of contents.
He closes the binder carefully, it’s all so… Ladybug. How long has she been working on this? He looks up at her to tell her how cool she is, how he’s never taken care of anyone the way she is-
Then for the first time tonight Marinette is totally still.
Adrien gets his first good look at her since he dropped down from her ceiling staff out and ready. There are grey rings under her eyes, her hair’s been tugged into two very messy, uneven pig tails and it’s unbrushed in a way he’s never seen it before. He’s seen her in her pyjamas before, but he’s never seen her look this… unready.
And worried.
…
He finally manages to catch his breath,
Adrien closes the binder with reverence, stands up and makes a solemn vow to himself to commit it to memory.
“I’ve got this.”
The tension from Marinette falls away like a string’s been cut, her eyes glisten, and she looks at him like he’s pulled down the moon for her and he feels his throat tighten. Oh so carefully, she moves into his space and wraps her arms around him tucking her head just under his chin.
“Thank you.” She whispers against his collar bone,
It melts him from the inside out.
“Marinette!”
Tikki flies over, Marinette doesn’t leave his arms but she does turn her head to look Tikki in the eyes,
“You need to finish packing.” Tikki has her arms crossed and her face stern, Adrien catches Marinette pouts and tries not to laugh
“I’m a distraction.” He informs Tikki proudly.
“Yes you are.” Tikki agrees, not quite managing to look unamused.
Marinette rolls her eyes at both of them which means she thinks they’re both being cute. Then her head swings around alarmed,
“Who put ketchup in my suitcase?!”
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“You really don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into do you kid?”
Adriens’ been studying the binder ever since he got home. It’s exactly as intense and detail oriented as he’d expect Marinette to be about this. Adrien’s so dazzled at the comprehensive break down he almost didn’t hear Plagg,
“What?”
Plagg swallows a slice of camembert whole before rolling his eyes at Adrien,
“The guardian’s got a lot of responsibilities. And not all the kwamis are as easy to take care of as I am.”
The look Adrien gives him must be incredible because Plagg gets offended very quickly and dramatically turns his head away,
“Well fine.” Plagg turns away crossing his tiny arms, “If you don’t want my advice. You don’t get my advice.”
Adrien starts to feel a bit of guilt but before he can apologize,
“I’ll accept your apologies for a dozen wheels of Camembert.”
Plagg gets a balled up scrap of paper thrown at him and laughs as it passes through him.
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Marinette texts him around 8 am to let him know that the exchange with Scarabella’s been made.
And also that she’ll miss him.
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Just A Chance Chapter Twenty Five
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Journal: Day Seven
There was so much that happened today, I’m not sure where to start.
Well, Naminé has a keyblade now! She managed to call on it to keep me safe during our mission. Even if Marluxia and Larxene don’t care, I’m glad for her.
…
It’s strange. I shouldn’t have a heart to feel happy or sad, but ever since meeting Naminé it seems easier for me to understand what it’s like. And part of me just wants to say it. Wants to say how I am, what I feel.
I think I want to love.
But I was so close to slipping away in my fight with Kairi. To give it up to the darkness just to win. But then she managed to talk me out of it.
She seemed to care more about me than Marluxia and Larxene. Should we really be treating them as enemies?
“This has got to be one of the worst worlds I’ve seen.” Roxas groaned as he continued to trudge through the puddles of who-knows-what that lined Monstro’s guts.
Zexion shivered as he looked away from another spasm of the intestinal walls. “This is not exactly a world. Still, I agree his insides are far from pleasant.”
Axel ducked his head under some overhanging organs as they continued deeper into the depths of the creature and muttered, “Kinda makes you wonder why our target would wander around here in the first place.”
Roxas definitely shared the sentiment. Marluxia’s intended training for today was intended to simulate Sora’s experience here. To retrieve a lost puppet that could move on its own and wandered around in this world. The catch being that he and Naminé would be doing the bulk of the fighting. A way to make sure she was getting up to speed. Despite that, Axel and Zexion managed to persuade Marluxia to let them come along in case something unexpected showed up, like an out of control heartless or even Ansem.
Crossing his arms, Roxas looked over the area the four of them had come to. An overlook on one of the larger rooms, or rather what passed for rooms in the intestines of Monstro. A variety of openings leading onward and, hopefully one of them was toward their target. “Now, where is that puppet?”
“Pinocchio,” Naminé spoke aloud before she looked over to Roxas, who glanced back in confusion. “His name is Pinocchio.
Roxas furrowed his brow as he realized, “It’s a little weird they wouldn’t tell us his name.” Especially if they were looking for him. Come to think of it, Marluxia didn’t even have much of a description for what they were looking for beyond ‘moving puppet’.
Did he really care about this training?
Axel rolled his eyes as he moved over to Roxas and crossed his arms. ”Do we really care about a wooden puppet’s name?” To be fair, it was a comparatively small detail, but it would still have been nice.
Zexion cupped his chin as he surveyed the room they were in. “To be fair, it does possess magic of some kind that gives the appearance of sentience. So a unique name isn’t unwarranted.”
Roxas couldn’t help but tilt his head at the words Zexion said. While they seemed to fit the sentence, he had no idea what they meant. Axel just shook his head and turned to Zexion with a smirk. “There you go again, showing off your thesaurus.” Roxas sighed, as he had no idea what that was either. Axel continued with a shrug, “Either way, it doesn’t have a heart, so it’s not much more of a person then us.”
It was a small fact. One that Roxas had known since the first day of his existence. But now hearing it stung. A reminder that his dreams and questions might not be anything of worth. That what little substance his being did have was insignificant.
Judging from the wince from Naminé, the thought crossed her mind as well.
The darkness began to gather into heartless before them on the level below. More and more soldiers had arrived, but now they were accompanied by large heartless with dog faced shields. Naminé took a step back from the edge and glanced over to Roxas. “They seem a bit strong.”
Roxas nodded as he saw the monsters sizing them up. Even from here, he could tell these were a bit more than most Heartless. But even so, he wasn’t alone, and neither was Naminé.“We can do it, together,” Roxas encouraged as he called on his keyblade.
Naminé slowly held out her hand and called out her weapon before glancing over to Roxas and nodding. The two jumped down, beginning to slash their way through the heartless soldiers. Roxas dashed toward the defenders, catching their attention and leaving Naminé free to stop them with a barrage of magic ice from her keyblade. As more of the group fell, Naminé began to smile. “It’s tough, but I think we can handle the heartless.”
Roxas grinned as he twirled his keyblade and shouted, “And if we can handle them, we can handle this mission!”
It had become very clear that they were having a hard time handling this mission.
Not exactly due to combat, the two had managed to keep up with the heartless so far. Even to the point that Axel and Zexion were at a bit of a loss of what to do. Granted, Axel didn’t mind the chance to relax a bit more. No, the thing which had vexed them was one simple mundane fact.
“We’re lost.”
Axel sighed at Roxas’ observation before giving a half hearted reassurance. “We’re not lost, we just got turned around.”
“A distinction without a difference,” Zexion muttered as he continued to avoid having some stomach juice fall on his book’s pages. Only for his movement to ensure a bit of bile landed on his shoulder. Though Roxas had been lucky so far, he shared the misery. All this world had been was heartless and guts.
As Zexion grumbled and wiped the gunk away, Naminé hesitated before turning to the group and asking, “Maybe we should go find Geppetto to regain our bearings?”
Axel and Zexion paused and looked at each other, Axel gesturing for the latter to give some kind of explanation. But for once it seemed Zexion was stumped, as he shook his head in silence. So Roxas asked the question that had seemed to be mutual among the three of them. “Who’s Geppetto?
Naminé glanced at Axel and Zexion, raising an eyebrow and asking, “You don’t know about him?” As the three shook their heads, she took a breath and began to explain, “He originally carved the puppet before magic made Pinocchio come alive. He’s like Pinocchio’s father.”
Even though he had never heard the word before, Roxas held a hand to his chest as something inside began to ache. ”A father?” From how Naminé described Geppetto, it sounded like a father was a creator, though perhaps something more.
Naminé nodded and began to lead down one of the tunnels. “He was very worried for his son, so he might know—.”
“It’s just a puppet, Naminé.” Only for Axel to bring her to a halt verbally and literally as he put his hand firmly on her shoulder “Not even that, this a memory of a puppet. Once we wrap up here it’s gone.”
Zexion began to chuckle as he moved over to Roxas. “Not to mention, It’s a bit silly calling the carpenter the puppet’s father.”
Roxas had no clue if it was actually silly, but from how Naminé had described Geppetto the connection he had with Pinocchio couldn’t be small. As Axel and Zexion began to move forward, Roxas couldn’t help but call out, “But he matters enough to him for Geppetto to worry, right?” His words caused the two other Organization members to stop and turn back to him. Glancing between themselves, they had no answer. Even as they were so sure Geppetto’s bond with Pinocchio was a joke, they had no idea what either of them were really like.
Again, it was Naminé who began to explain, “He left the safety of Traverse Town just to find Pinocchio.”
Axel sighed and scratched the back of his head. “He’s a lonely old carpenter. He’d be attached to anything that’d give him companionship.”
Roxas furrowed his brow and stepped forward, asking firmly, “Does Pinocchio care about Geppetto too?” They had to know this, especially if they were going to so much trouble to find him in this mission.
Zexion held up a finger as he began to recall, “From what I recall of the reports, he has a habit of running off on his own. Not exactly an obedient son.”
But Naminé wasn’t backing down, answering as she placed a hand to her chest, “But no matter what, he finds his way home. Even if he needs some help.”
“HEEEELP! GET ME OUTTA HERE!”
The four of them whipped their heads toward the other end of the room, where they heard a boy shouting from one of the passageways. Roxas looked back to the three of them before calling the Kingdom Key to his hand. “Guess we’re going to be that help now.”
The sound of yelling brought the four of them to the depths of Monstro’s stomach, right where the stomach acid had settled to digest whatever the whale ate. Roxas and Naminé had their keyblades ready for the heartless waiting for them. Though only Naminé knew what they faced.
But even though she had seen Sora’s memories of it, the actual Parasite cage looming over them was still daunting. It was about twice Axel’s height, with winding arms the monster held in front of itself. And in the second mouth of its enormous stomach, they could see Pinocchio trapped behind the massive jaw.
Axel stood by the entrance to the stomach and clapped his hands together. ”Alright, you think the two of you can handle this?”
Naminé tightened her grip, as she was a step away from her first fight with a major heartless. Even though she had some practice with a keyblade, this was going to be big.
But there was one fact that she held on to.
That she wasn’t alone.
With a glance to Roxas and a mutual nod, she firmly answered, “Okay, we can do this.”
And the two charged forward. The parasite cage began to swing its limbs, having plenty of reach to hit both of them with one sweep. But as they dodged its attacks, Roxas then parried one of its arms, knocking it wide and staggering the heartless. Rushing in, he began to attack the creature from its belly, fruitless as it was.
For a moment, fear tingled in Naminé’s mind. It would be distressingly easy for him to slip back into the dark to try and force the monster into submission. And while Zexion might be slightly interested in seeing if the heartless would break under a darkness powered beatdown, she was sure that was something no-one here wanted.
She took aim at the monster’s small, more vulnerable head and began to cast fire. If nothing else, to try and end the fight faster. The creature recoiled at the barrage, catching Roxas’ attention. Stepping back, he nodded in realization. ”Of course! That’s where it’s weak!” Naminé sighed in relief as it seemed the darkness was abating in the moment.
“Thanks Naminé!”
Only for that relief to vanish as two simple words left her stunned.
Shaking her head, she began to move to find an angle of attack while Roxas whaled away at the heartless’ front. Taking advantage of the distraction, she ducked under a flailing arm and began to strike the back of its head. The creature flailed its arms before jabbing the tendrils into the pools of acid. Realizing what was coming Naminé dropped back to the floor, as did Roxas. The strange appendages began to drink before the head began to spew a cloud of acid around its weak point. She held her keyblade, unsure of how to proceed. “We could wait for the cloud to clear.”
“Or we could show it that acid won’t work.” Roxas countered as he began to aim at the head with his keyblade. Nodding, Naminé followed suit, and the two began to pelt the heartless with all the magic they could muster. Fire and ice pelted the creature in both directions until their reserves ran dry. By then the creature was reeling, opening its jaw wide enough that Pinocchio could be seen.
Roxas ran up and jumped up to the open maw, crying out, “Take my hand!” A second later, Pinocchio was pulled free from the parasite cage’s mouth in stomach. Quickly, Roxas carried the puppet to a safe alcove and hurriedly reassured, “Wait here, I’ll be right back.”
He rejoined the fight quickly, a Firestorm blazing around him as he leapt to attack the exposed core. Following his lead, Naminé joined in the assault to finish the massive heartless for good. With one final swing from the two of them, the core cracked, and the heartless began to dissipate into darkness once more. Jumping to the ground, Naminé was struggling between catching her breath and wanting to laugh. “We…we did it! We really did it!”
Roxas smiled and put a hand to her shoulder, “You were great Naminé.” For a moment, they both enjoyed their first victory together. But then Roxas ran over to where he had set down Pinocchio to help him up. “Now hold on! We’re going to get you to your father!”
“Roxas, he’s not real. We can go.”
Axel’s voice didn’t stop Roxas from getting the puppet to his feet. As Pinocchio looked to him and to the group, Roxas turned to Axel with a small frown and quietly asked, “Do we really have to?”
Zexion shook his head as he began to walk towards the exit that appeared. “To be frank, I’m not sure if Geppetto is even in this memory.”
Naminé knew that Axel and Zexion were right. Not only was this just a memory, but Pinocchio and Geppetto had long since been freed and found their way home. Furthermore, she was ordered to keep the worlds Roxas was in streamlined, focused on fights and training instead of people.
On the other hand, Sora’s journey wasn’t just about the fights, wasn’t it?
And Roxas cared about it too, judging by how he hesitated to just leave Pinocchio alone.
So with that in mind, she nudged the memory ever so slightly.
“Pinocchio? Pinocchio, where are you?”
Roxas, Axel, and Zexion stopped and looked back at the unfamiliar voice of an old man. Pinocchio, however, recognized it immediately and ran towards the entrance of the room where the voice came from. “Father!”
As Geppetto walked into the room, his worried face brightened as he saw his son running towards him. As the two hugged in reunion, he looked to the four of them with a smile, “I don’t know who you are, but thank you for finding my boy.”
Axel scratched the back of his head before waving a hand and resuming his walk to the exit. “Don’t mention it.”
Roxas was more appreciative, as he seemed to return Geppetto’s cheer. “Glad to help.” He stood and watched as the small unconventional family began their walk back before heading to the exit. Naminé couldn’t help but smile herself.
“Was that really necessary?”
Zexion’s words caused that smile to falter as she turned towards him. He wasn’t angry, though with crossed arms and a raised eyebrow, it was clear he knew that the memory was shifted and wanted answers. “We had been doing fine with focused memories up to now.”
Naminé folded her hands behind her back as she explained, “It wasn’t a big change.” Granted, Monstro itself was more complicated due to Riku’s presence. But having him here would be far more of a liability. So a Denouement for the story wasn’t too much trouble. Especially if it mattered to Roxas.
Looking back, it was surprising how much Roxas had come to care. Not just about her, but about the people he’d met, memory or not. She didn’t want that part of him to just vanish.
For now, Zexion sighed in acceptance before making his way to the exit. “Well, I suppose he shouldn’t be distracted going into a fight with Sora.”
And with that reminder of Roxas’ other assignment today, Naminé was very grateful that she had intervened.
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Day 28,
First day of Cass helping out at the library. I still don’t know how I’m going to have someone as an apprentice when I myself have no training, have been at this for less than a month, and am basically making it up as I go.
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Today mostly went pretty well, with one exception that still has me reeling when I think too hard on it.
As is becoming a routine, I met Cass and her family on the road, got a ride into town, helped them unload at the market, and then headed on to the library, although this time Cass joined me. I went through the small bit of training and description of duties that Pat gave me on my first day of the job three and a half weeks ago, and then added in the bits about the request system I set up for when I’m not in and how we’d also be having occasional expeditions to various landmarks to give more thorough scientific(-ish) documentation of them. And then we moved on to my current recataloging efforts.
Somewhere during all this Cass mentioned (with some disappointment) that the rainy season when she’d be helping out full time would be the time when the teaching of the younger kids happened and that between that and the weather we wouldn’t get to do much exploring. This led to a discussion on teaching kids how to read and write.
Which then led to my newest existential crisis. It finally registered that if I stop and think about it and concentrate on the individual letters on a page or sounds coming out of my mouth I’m not actually familiar with the language I’ve been speaking, reading, and writing in for the past month and if I think too hard about it, it all breaks down and I sort of just… stop… processing… language. Or maybe that’s just panic/anxiety attack symptoms going into a mental spiral. At any rate, I’m almost certain that this isn’t the language I used to speak before washing up here, yet I can’t recall a single word of whatever that language was. And that’s if I indeed actually existed before waking up on the beach twenty eight days ago, but that’s a whole other rabbit hole I flatly refuse to entertain going down and I’m stopping that thought there.
What’s almost worse is that I’m pretty sure I scared Cass with that breakdown, as much as she tried to hide it. Oh, and this all means that I don’t actually understand the fundamentals of this language I’m apparently fluent in, and my brain figuratively melting if I think too hard about the fundamental components of how I’m processing and using said language isn’t exactly conducive to teaching small children.
So yeah, that’s fun. And maybe a little bit less than “mostly pretty well” for today actually.
Of course, this inevitably brought us to the prospect of Cass teaching me during these days that she’s acting as “assistant.” This is going to do truly insufferable things to her ego, isn’t it?
Still, the new usurping overlord of the archives extended the now-usual invitation for market day dinner, and I accepted in desperate need of a change of topic. And of course, her new apprenticeship was the main topic of dinnertime conversation. Fortunately, my haggardness was noted, good natured ribbing about having to deal with Cass all day was had, and the conversation soon shifted. When we got around to the part of the night where the Archivist tells a story, they told me I didn’t have to if I was too tired, but frankly I welcomed the opportunity to send my mind elsewhere for a while.
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@knowsmercy sent : 😬 trying to hide a wound - @ sam!
she’d suspected that something was up when she’d first seen him that morning , having only offered her a small smile and a wave before scurrying off to his first class . but sam had seen the way his hand moved to cradle his side , as if his ribs were hurting . she watched his retreating form , made a mental note to ask him about it later , and then turned to head to her own class as the first bell rang .
finding out if miguel was hurt was easier said than done , it turned out . every time she would try to ask him during lunch , they were interrupted -- either by demetri excitedly talking about the newest episode of doctor who , or by hawk talking about how excited he was about that day’s training . by the time she finally had a quiet moment , she’d already given up .
for the moment .
practice was another matter , however . when her dad and johnny told them to split into pairs and warm up and spar , she quickly grabbed miguel by the arm and pulled him to an open spot . they started off slowly , sam watching him intently as she tried to pinpoint exactly where he was hurt . finally , after a few minutes , she went in for a kick to the side before stopping mere inches away from him .
“ you shouldn’t even be at practice like this , ” she said , her voice soft as she gently lowered her foot . “ now sit down , take off the uwagi so i can see . ” she pointed to a large stone in the yard next to them and waited for him to follow her directions . she watched as he reluctantly did what she said , her breath catching in her throat as he removed the uwagi to reveal a large , dark purple bruise along his ribs on his right side .
“ you should’ve told me you were hurt , ” she said quietly as she crouched down in front of him , eyes flickering between his bruise and his face . “ i don’t even care how it happened . i just want you to be able to tell me that you’re hurting . ” she paused , eyes lingering on his bruise for another moment before she moved to gently take her hands in his , carefully pulling him up with her as she stood back up . “ come on . karate practice can wait . ” she waited for him to pull his uwagi back on before turning around , one hand still remaining linked with his .
“ sensei ! ” she called out , pulling the attention of both her father and johnny . “ miguel isn’t feeling great , so i’m gonna drive him home , okay ? ” she waited for an affirmation ( and some comment from johnny that she didn’t quite catch ) before turning back to miguel and started to lead him towards her car .
“ how about a movie night , instead ? ” she whispered , smiling softly up at him .
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Schmidt is Azriel, Jess and Nick are Nesta and Cassian
#nessian#nesta archeron#Azriel#acosf#acosf memes#acosf tiktok#new girl#tell me this isn’t exactly what happened the next day during training
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Little tease | Riven smut
Summary: You tease Riven during training, he shows you what happens to little teases.
A/N: I do not own the gif but I thought it would fit! This is just smut, but we need more Riven smut out there. It’s a little filthier than I have written so far so I hope it isn’t too bad.
WARNING: SMUT read at your own discretion, Daddy kink (because come on, Riven totally has one) teasing, dirty talk (a little degrading), little rough but nothing too crazy.
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You had never had an attraction to someone like this, you couldn’t explain what it was. Riven just made you feel some type of way. He could give you one look and set your body on fire, it didn’t help that he was the worlds biggest flirt and liked to show off. Luckily for you, the feeling was mutual and Riven focused his attention on you.
Riven and you had been together for a while now, you knew all his quirks and habits, and you also knew what really got him going. You were in a mood, there was a training scheduled and you did not want to go. You wanted to spend your day in bed with Riven. So to say you were a little annoyed was an understatement. The only good thing about this training was that the second year specialists were assisting, so you did get to see your boyfriend, just not in the situation you had hoped for.
The training was in full swing and you were getting frustrated, sexually. Riven was looking way too hot for a normal training day. All sweaty, flexing his muscles and being in charge? Yeah that definitely got you going. You huffed in annoyance, you knew that training would at least be another hour.
Silva asked Riven to demonstrate a new move and asked for a volunteer, you had never been this eager to help out, you wanted to get pinned against the floor by Riven and you were getting more desperate with the minute. Luckily Silva chose you, Riven raised his eyebrow, you never volunteered to help demonstrate. You were one of the types that liked to learn quietly to themselves. You got in position and launched at Riven, he blocked your attack and pinned you to the floor in one swift move. Silva explained the mechanics of the move as Riven was still pinning you down, you decided to tease him a little and whispered ‘’Sorry babe, needed an excuse to be underneath you again’’ He gulped and you grinned, liking the effect you had on him. The two of you rose and you knew exactly how to make this training more fun.
It was your personal mission to get a rise out of Riven. You took every oppurtunity to practice with him. Pressing your body against him, whispering things to him whenever you had the chance and making other innuendos. You could see that it was getting to him, he got a little snappy towards the other first years and looked increasingly more frustrated.
Riven had no idea what had gotten into you, but it had him going crazy. The way you moved made it more difficult to focus, especially when you kept touching him and giving him sly looks. It was killing him, Silva had asked him to help because of his improvement and he didn’t want to mess up. But god did you make it hard, pun intended. You were drinking from your water bottle when Riven stalked over to you ‘’What the fuck do you think you’re doing?’’ he hissed at you. You smiled innocently ‘’I have no idea what you’re talking about’’ Riven looked at you, clearly irritated ‘’Knock. it. off’’ He walked away, huffing loudly. You had definitely gotten to him.
You were sparring with Dane when you called Riven over, you were going in for the final move. ‘’Riv, can I try this move on you? Dane was asking about it’’ You smiled sweetly, he already knew it was a trap but he couldn’t say no to you with all the others around you, so he nodded. He launched at you and this time you had him quickly to the ground. You were sitting on top of him and stretched out your whole body over his to ‘lock him down’ you leaned down and whispered innocently ‘’Am I doing it right daddy?’’ He could feel himself twitch in his pants, you had really done it now. You slowly got off of him, brushing past his growing problem. Riven was pissed to say the least, you were actually kind of nervous when you saw the bitter expression on his face. But training was finally over and before you could do anything, Riven had grabbed your arm and dragged you off of the training fields.
‘‘You fucking tease’‘ You were barely in his room when he had pinned you against the wall. ‘‘Trying to distract and tempt me the entire training session’‘ He smirked, his pupils full blown and dark ‘’Want me to show you what I do to a needy little tease?’’ He forced your legs open with his thigh and roughly pushed it against your heat. You let out a small noise at the contact, making him grin bigger. ‘’Not so bold now huh?’’ He pushed his thigh closer against you, making you moan. He chuckled ‘’You’re so fucking desperate’’ You tried to move against his thigh, needing any sort of friction but he held you still, breath ghosting over your neck but not doing anything. You let out a whine, you were indeed desperate and needed him to do anything ‘’Come on baby, use your words’’ You had difficulty making up a coherent sentence, especially when his lips started to lightly touch your neck before pulling away from you completely. The loss of contact made you whimper ‘’I-I need you to fucking touch me, please’’ Riven cupped your cheek ‘’Please what?’’ ‘’Please daddy’’
That was it, he was on you in a second. Attacking your mouth with his own. His hands were groping your ass, your legs around his waist and your hands in his hair as you moaned into the kiss. He carried you over to the bed and roughly dropped you. He wasted no time, taking of his shirt and your sports bra before getting on top of you again. Kissing you once again, shoving his tongue into your mouth. You could feel his growing errection being pushed into you, you were soaked at this point. He bit on your lip before assaulting your neck, he was marking you. Normally you’d mind because people were going to see but you were so lost in all of it that you didn’t care at that moment. Your hands were in his hair as you moaned, you wrapped your legs around him again to push him closer into you, earning a groan from him. You loved it when he made his little noises, and you’d do anything to hear them over and over.
He was leaving marks all over your body taking his sweet time, way too long in your opinion. You loved his mouth on you but you needed something else more. You started grinding against him making him chuckle ‘’God you really are desperate today huh?’’ He leaned in closer to you ‘’Does baby need to be filled?’’ You nodded. He grinned while he looked at you, you already fucked out and he had barely touched you. ‘’Do you deserve it?’’ Your eyes widened ‘’Cause only good girls get filled up’’ His thumb traced over your lip ‘’Please’’ you croaked ‘’I need you so bad’’ He pulled you into a surprisingly sweet kiss ‘’Alright baby, you get off this time, but don’t pull that stunt on me again’’ you nodded, you’d do anything at this point.
Suddenly he tore down your leggings. He whistled when he saw your panties, they were red and lacy just as he liked. ‘’You planned this all along huh? my naughty little girl’’ He nudged your legs open and touched you over your underwear, they were completely soaked and you knew it. The little friction was appreciated but it was not nearly enough ‘’Riven... please’’ He pressed a little harder ‘’Tell me what you want’’ He pushed your underwear to the side and raked his finger over your slit making you gasp ‘’I want you to fuck me daddy’’ He grinned ‘’Anything for you baby’’ He plunged two fingers into your heat and kept a rapid pace making you throw your head back and moan loudly. You didn’t even care who heard anymore. He pulled away from you after a few minutes and licked his fingers clean ‘’You taste so fucking good’’ You whined at the loss of contact but saw that he was removing his pants and boxers and licked your lips when you saw his already leaking dick. He pumped it a few times before getting back to you.
He pushed your legs apart even more and took your legs and rested them over his shoulders giving him an interesting angle. He pushed at you all at once drawing out a long moan from the both of you. He didn’t give you any time to adjust before slowly pulling out and pushing back in again. He groaned ‘’You’re so tight, I love being inside of you’’ his hips snapped deliciously into you and you let out a few breathy moans when he started picking up his pace. It didn’t take long before you felt the familiair coil burning inside your stomach. Riven noticed too ‘’Come for me babygirl’’ He thrusted a few more times and you came undone, seeing stars. Your orgasm washed over you and that was all it took for Riven to snap as well, coming inside of you.
The two of you were breathing heavily next to each other. ‘’That was mindblowing’’ you rested your head on his chest and he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer ‘’Damn right it was, but please don’t ever tease me again during training’’ you giggled ‘’Well I might have to if you fuck me this good afterwards’’ Riven laughed he pulled you in for a slow kiss making you melt ‘’I can fuck you good anytime babe’’
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how the one piece boys show they're in love <3
☆ characters: luffy, zoro, sanji, usopp, ace, smoker, shanks, mihawk
☆ up next: drinking with the one piece boys part 1
☆ summary: how different one piece boys show their love and make you feel like the only girl in the world
☆ a/n: mihawk's is soooo self indulgent, i just think he's so romantic and handsome!!!! and writing this made me lowkey develop the tiniest crush on usopp :)))
luffy shares his authority. on the head of the merry, he scoots over enough so that there’s room for you, and eagerly calls you over, excited to share his favorite spot with you (a habit that persists regardless of the ship). as you sail on the open sea he gestures out to it, telling you about his dreams and plans, asking what color shirts you think he should wear when he’s king, and if you think he should part his hair in the middle so that he looks scarier in wanted posters. if he needs someone to hold his hat while he fights, he makes sure it ends up in your hands, always adding “they’re captain now!” he loves the way you give each question plenty of thought before answering, showing him that everything about him, from his smallest worries to his biggest hopes are as important to you as they are to him. and if he likes you enough, he might share his food with you. might.
zoro protects you. it starts during naps, when he wraps his arms around you, hugging you to his chest, making sure that no one can so much as lay a finger on you. eventually he urges you to train with him, and yes he finds it hard to tear his eyes off of you when you’re dripping in sweat and managing to keep up with him while sparring, but he insists that he just wants to know you’ll always be safe. he shows you move after move after move, and he only realizes how much pride he has in you when you’re facing an enemy and use a move he taught you to successfully knock them off their feet. after that he trains with you all day long, stopping only to nap. you start to love it just as much as him, especially when you pick up a move faster than he had when he was learning it and for just a split second can see an inkling of jealousy creep into his face.
sanji reminds you. not an hour goes by without the chef giving you a loving reminder, or three. from chaste kisses to your forehead and hands, to heart shaped breakfast in bed, he tries his hardest to assure you that he is completely, and entirely yours. his touches are gentle and particular, a hand resting on your back, an arm pulling you into him, a finger trailing up your cheek. he wants you to know that there is truth in everything he says, and so when he says it he makes sure that you’re looking him in the eyes, so you can see that with you he means it. with you, what he craves most isn’t your reciprocation, but your understanding. though he still has just as many nosebleeds.
usopp teaches you. he shows you how gears work, and how if you put just the right amount of baking soda and lemon juice into a sealed bottle of ketchup, it’ll explode right as someone goes to use it. he shows you the ins and outs of all his proudest inventions and gadgets. and though he knows it’s his favorite way to spend time with you, he can’t exactly say why. maybe it’s because you look up at him with so much admiration when he explains things that everyone else always told him were stupid, or maybe it's the sweet, childish, innocent reward of your laughter when a prank works just right. regardless of the reason, teaching you is his favorite pastime. that is, until he lets his guard down and falls victim to the same pranks he taught you.
ace listens to you. if you want to tell him about your day he’ll ask for detail upon detail upon detail, making sure you spend the highest possible amount of time talking so he can enjoy your presence. he’ll urge you to talk to him about everything, if you’re upset about something, exciting to see someone, sad about something that happened with the crew, or eager to talk to someone about the new book you just read, he’s your go to person. and if you don’t feel like talking that’s alright too. he listens to you hum to yourself, listens to you laugh when he makes a bad joke, listens to your gentle breaths when you fall asleep on him, your head against his shoulder. your openness with him secures his trust, and the fiery boy can’t help but love watching how you warm up to him.
smoker indulges you. when he comes home exhausted from work all he needs is a quick glance at your face to pick himself back up. his stoic demeanor forbids him from being too obvious, but you recognize the gleam in his eyes when he’s around you. walks around the city on cool, quiet nights are his favorite way to spend time with you. it gives him an opportunity to spoil you, and he makes sure to point out any stores you might miss while talking to him about your day. he’ll discreetly point out the ice cream shop on the corner, making it seem like it was really your idea all along, but nothing warms his heart more than seeing you smiling up at him as you remain adorably oblivious to his methods. a busy man like himself has little time for the usual romantic expectations, but for you, he would move mountains… of paperwork.
shanks stays sober around you. occasionally, he might slip up and get as drunk as he’s used to getting, but when you’re around he always wants to make sure he remembers everything. from your melodic, soothing voice to your heart warming laugh, and how you look on a gently rocking ship under a moon that must also recognize your beauty because it only illuminates it. you bring joy and laughter to a ship that has seen a fair amount of misery after all her years on the sea. and to the emperor, you’re nothing short of treasure. a priceless beauty that even the best pirates would be lucky to find. after all his years of drinking it takes quite the amount of beer to get him drunk, but he only needs the slightest bit of you to feel an equally thrilling buzz.
mihawk lets his guard down. your presence is so relaxing, perfectly tranquil and indulgent. you’re the opposite of all the hectic, headache inducing happenings of his stressful work. when he comes home to his castle, cool air and silence greeting him, he knows he only has to make his way towards you, and everything will be perfectly okay. a glass of wine in his hand as you’re lazily draped over him, running your fingers through his hair, toying with the collar of his shirt as you listen to him recount his most recent adventures with the red-haired pirates, and disagreements and meetings with the warlords. your feather-light touch and gentle kisses coax him into relaxing, falling asleep under you. he’s even found himself wanting to leave just so that he can come back to you over and over and over again. and though he loves the peace you bring him, he’s not one to complain if you both drink a slight bit more than originally planned and end the night on a… less clothed note.
#luffy x y/n#luffy x you#luffy x reader#zoro x reader#zoro x you#zoro x y/n#sanji x reader#sanji x you#sanji x y/n#usopp x reader#usopp x you#usopp x y/n#ace x reader#ace x you#ace x y/n#smoker x you#smoker x y/n#shanks x reader#red hair shanks#akagami no shanks#mihawk x you#dracule mihawk#one piece boys#one piece x reader#one piece imagine
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Inevitable (Prologue) | JJK
Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader (ft. ot6)
Genre/Tags: exes au, parents au, baseball player!JK; angst, fluff, smut (18+)
Series Warnings: foul language, alcohol consumption, minor character death, explicit sexual content in future chapters (oral, unprotected sex but be safe please!)
Prologue Word count: 2.2k
Summary: You convinced Jungkook to break up years ago so he could pursue his lifelong baseball dream. Now he’s back home, staring at you, and the little boy next to you who looks unmistakably like him.
A/N: I’ve had this story in my head for months and I’m glad I finally got to put this into writing! This little family was such a joy to write, and I thank the sweetest soul, Ava @btstannies for letting me gush over this trio and hyping me up everyday! Also, my baseball knowledge is pretty shallow so please forgive me!
Listen to: Walking By by Something Corporate
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“We’re here.”
The deep voice cuts through the numbness you feel, blowing life into your body that’s chosen to block out the pain for now because you know after this, it’s going to hurt a lot more.
You taste iron on your lips. You feel the sting in your eyes. You see the crescent nail marks on your palms. Then you slacken your jaw and try to breathe.
“You can cry, you know?” But Taehyung knows you won’t. Not in front of him. Not in front of the man whose heart you’re about to break.
Your best friend knows you, knows you’ll only cry when you’re alone - under the covers, in the shower, on your bedroom floor. You don’t let anybody see you like that. It makes you feel like you don’t have control, and control is the one thing you need to have right now.
“I will.”
“You also don’t have to do this.”
But Taehyung also knows you still will. It’s a decision you made on your own and he knows you well enough that nothing - no one - will make you change your mind.
“I need to.”
He hums; it’s a battle he won’t win. So he exits the car, opens the passenger seat door, and pulls you out. “I’ll be here when it’s over.”
When it’s over. Over. That’s what it’ll be after this.
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You ring the doorbell and hear the faint footsteps get louder. The door opens and joyful onyx eyes greet you, a contrast to your tired brown ones. He takes it for something else, perhaps stress, since he doesn’t say anything about it.
Jungkook pulls you in a hug and you will yourself not to bask in his sweet scent, not to let his soft giggle on your neck and peck on your cheek and whisper of “I missed you” make you forget why you’re here in the first place.
He tugs you inside the apartment, the one the team offered him because he couldn’t abide by the university dorm’s curfew, being that he trains too early and finishes too late. It had been a blessing to you both, as in the course of your over two years together, you’d taken advantage of the privacy and solitude it provided.
You can’t imagine what it would give him after this.
“I’m sorry, I’ve been so busy. All these calls with the Dodgers’ owner, then manager, then coach. You think they’d all just call at once but they’re in different cities, I guess,” he shrugs and turns to you. “They’ve been excited,” he continues, his smile reaching his eyes.
It’s never pained you until now.
“As they should,” you try a smile. “They’re lucky you signed.”
He chuckles at this. He’s always been amused at your oblivion with how these things work. He’s lucky he even caught the eye of a scout, lucky they even paid attention, lucky that the LA Dodgers wanted to give him a shot with their AAA affiliate team in the minor league.
If he’s even luckier, maybe he can get to the major league in three years; two would be a miracle. It’s what he’s worked so hard for, it’s why the decision to move thousands of miles away was a no-brainer. Not everyone gets a chance to play in the most popular baseball league like this.
But Jungkook doesn’t know any better, doesn’t know that you know how these things work. You wouldn’t be doing what you’re about to if you didn’t.
“I’m glad you called, though,” he says, nerves teeming with excitement at his news. Well, proposal. It might be a difficult sell with you but he knows it’s not impossible.
It came to him one day, in the middle of a conference call with the owner who kept raving about his soon-to-be home.
“Oklahoma City is great, Jungkook. You’re gonna love it there,” the man had said. Jungkook wasn’t completely sold on the city but he knew you’d enjoy the museums, knew you’d enjoy watching the OKC Thunder play - you were always more into basketball than baseball, anyway.
Everything had been so fast - from the meetings to the contract-signing to the planning of his move to the US - but he couldn’t imagine starting his life there without you and he just knew he had to have you there with him.
He could help you find a job or you could do freelance work; what he’d earn could be enough if you both plan things out well, he thought. He was smiling like an idiot during that call, thinking about the next phase of your life together and he couldn’t wait to tell you.
You’d been caught up with your final projects and school events and he’d been caught up with his papers but you’re here with him now.
“So I was thinking and—.”
“We should break up.”
You say at the same time. For the first time, his wide eyes mirror yours - sullen and dark, but glassy, too because he did not just hear you tell him that you two should end this.
Everything had been going so well. You’d been so excited when he got signed to the Minor League, was celebrating with him in all ways you both knew how. There were no talks about breakups, no ending things. It seemed like a given that you’d both stay together; long distance relationships are hard but there are ways to manage. He knew that. He thought you knew that, thought you felt the same, too.
He stares at you, unable to make a sound, to form words that would be remotely close to what he wants to say. His heart is breaking by the second and you stare back at him. There’s no sign of guilt. You’re not taking it back, you’re not saying anything.
“You don’t mean this, ___. Tell me you don’t mean this.”
“I do,” you sigh. “I just think it’s best if we end this.”
He wishes you had not said anything at all.
“Why?” He stammers, willing himself to face whatever fucked up reason you have for wanting to break up. It doesn’t seem real. He’s suffocating with how forward you are, with how unbothered you seem while he feels his world slowly crumbling. “Did I do something wrong? Do you not love me anymore?”
“I just don’t think it’s gonna work out.”
“We haven’t even tried. I mean, I’m not leaving yet, we have a few more months to figure it out.”
“It’s months enough to get over this so we can move on. It’ll just be harder then. We know it’s gonna happen anyway,” you lie.
You see the shock on his face, the disbelief in the words coming out of your mouth. This isn’t the woman who he laid in bed with just a week ago, naked, giggling, kissing him.
“Babe, you can’t do this. I want you—no, I need you to be with me,” he continues, voice strangled, the thoughts of asking you to come with him drifting away.
“I don’t.” It’s another lie, but it’s one you need to tell.
You’re uncompromising, resolute in your decision. Your almost emotionless face - tightened features and completely dry eyes - is a contrast to his. You can’t break. You can’t back out from this.
He muffles his cries, heart breaking at the coldness of your words.
“You’re all you need, Jungkook,” you continue. “There’s nothing else I can give you that you won’t get there.” Another lie. You know that no one could love him as much as you. It’s why you’re doing this.
“Don’t do this to me, please.”
“Don’t do this to me, too, Jungkook. You have an entire life to live out there. You’re the one leaving and I’m supposed to just stay here and wait for you? Until your dream is enough? Live my life in limbo until we can be together again in god knows when? Expect that video calls will make up for the distance? What about me and my own life? What about my needs?”
It’s messed up but that’s what you do when you love someone, right? You hurt them? And you let them go?
You can only hope that one day, he’ll understand; that one day, he can forgive you. That one day, he’ll accept that you had to do this. It’s that hope you hang onto - that you’ll hang onto for years to come - just so you won’t fall apart. It’s only that hope where you can derive your strength from because you’ll have to be strong for someone else now. Someone who isn’t him.
“We— we can work it out. We’ll try, okay?. We’ll figure something out.” He stutters, still unbelieving that this is happening, that he is begging you to be on the same page with him, begging you to fight for this with him.
“But what if we can’t? What if it becomes too much? You know what it would take to make it and I can’t hold you back, Jungkook. My life is here, my family and my friends are here. I have a job waiting for me, so you can’t hold me back either. It’s unfair to both of us.”
He’s looking at you, desperate to find a crack, to find an opening. But there’s none.
“Baby, please—” he cries, arms out to hold you but you step away, as if his touch could burn you. His heart is already shattered, why are you still breaking it? What’s left to break when you’ve taken everything away from him with just your words?
“Jungkook, think about it!”
“I am, and you’re not making sense! I know we haven’t really talked about it—“
“Exactly. Because there’s nothing to talk about. You don’t need baggage when you’re over there, you can’t be thinking about anyone else, especially one who isn’t there. You need support and more patience and understanding and… I can’t give you those. Not anymore. I’m tired. I’ve been tired. It’s gonna be even more tiring when you’re gone.”
The lies don’t stop but you know they’re necessary, that this is how you convince him, that this is how he lets you go.
Jungkook doesn’t think there’s a worse way that you can hurt him. He’s always admired your decisiveness, but right now, he hates it, hates everything he loves about you - how strong you are, how persistent you are, how uncompromising you are. Your words are ice, as cold as the December evening. You’re unmoving and he knows you well enough that you won’t take it back.
“Fine,” he relents. “You want to break up? Then we break up.” He wipes the tears off his face, trying to be brave, trying to salvage the remaining dignity he has left. “We end this right now, like you want.”
This is what you came here to do. This was the goal. And you’re absolutely broken.
You turn away, knowing any more second of looking at his clenched jaw, balled up fist, and unblinking eyes will make you give in, will make you take everything back.
“Don’t reach out, okay? Don’t call. Don’t make this harder than it already is,” he states. “You wanted this.”
You nod because he’s right. You’ll lose all rights to him after this. He’ll get over you, he’ll be okay. You’ll let him know the truth when the time is right.
“Goodbye, Jungkook. Good luck out there. Your father is very proud of you.”
You turn and head out the door, the bang not as loud as your shattering heart. And just like that, it was all over.
You stand motionless outside his apartment, unable to make a step to make it all final.
You hear a thump. Then a sob.
“Please, don’t go,” he whispers, as if he knows you’re still there, and even during the final moments, he’s still begging for you to change your mind. It’s faint but you hear it and you step away this time before you walk back in and take everything back.
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Taehyung starts the car as he sees your figure approach. You head to the back, behind the driver’s seat, a hand over your mouth to suppress your sobs.
“You can cry now,” he says, as he steps on the gas and turns up the volume of the radio until it drowns out your sounds. You let yourself go and weep, throat aching at the force of it all, chest tightening at the overwhelming emotion of what you’d just done.
It hurts not like you expected. It hurts even more.
You ground yourself before you lose more of you as the seconds go by and cradle the soon-to-be-there bump on your stomach.
You need to let them know it wasn’t their fault, that they’re a blessing either way, but that it’s just hard right now. You don’t want them to feel the grief, the ache of a love that had to end, the love that created them.
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” you whisper and trust that this tiny little being can hear your words. “But we’re gonna be okay, alright? Mama’s gonna be okay.”
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Tricks And Treats
Summary: Pietro tries to get Wanda and Y/n to finally admit their feelings for each other and takes them to a haunted house. Too bad Wanda is a full on scaredy cat...or is that exactly what is needed?
Word Count: 2,915
Genre: Fluff
Requested?: Yes
A/N: Finally back with the Fluff! Here’s that one shot I promised like a week ago lmao Happy Reading!
Halloween was for sure your favorite holiday.
You knew you were in the minority with that thought, seeing most people picked Christmas as their favorite, but you didn’t care. You always loved the time of year that came with Halloween, your birthday fell pretty close to it, you get to dress up and pretend to be someone else for a day, and it’s full on spooky season! What wasn’t there to love?
Well apparently a lot, at least according to your best friend Wanda.
For someone who’s a witch, you find it very funny that she doesn’t like the holiday.
You first met Wanda during the whole Ultron situation, back then she took on a more ‘emo’ appearance. Don’t tell anyone you said this, but you wouldn’t mind if she adopted the look again cause damn, so you just assumed Halloween and all things spooky would be for her, right?
Wrong.
You quickly learned that Wanda was not a fan of scary. You remember asking her to go see this new horror movie with you, it was your first time hanging out alone together and you just figured it’d be something she was into.
By the end of the movie, her face was buried in her knees, and she didn’t believe you when you told her the movie was over. The poor teenager working the theater was pretty annoyed with you both.
Needless to say, you didn’t bother her about anything spooky related again.
So when Pietro came to you two asking if you wanted to go to the new haunted house in town, you were beyond shocked that she agreed without a second thought.
“Uh, Wanda are you sure?” You asked, very hesitant. “I don’t know if you’ve ever been to a haunted house before, but-”
“I know what they are, Y/n.” Wanda cut you off before you finished, seeming very enthused, which confused you more. “I think it’ll be really cool!”
“Yeah...Wands, I know this group. This isn’t your typical ‘few scary decorations with the occasional light jump scare’ thing. These guys are intense.” You tried again. You didn’t know what had gotten into the witch, but you were sure she was making a mistake here.
“Y/n/n, relax. I’m not a child, I can handle myself. Trust me, okay? It’ll be great!” The bright smile on Wanda’s face was always a sight you welcomed, but it confused you in the moment. Still, you knew once her mind was set on something...let’s just say it’d be easier to find all the infinity stones than to talk her out of it.
“Alright, if you say so.” You shrugged, deciding it was best to drop the topic. Besides, she was right, Wanda’s a grown woman who can make her own choices. You just get to wait to be able to tell her that her choice was a stupid one. “So Friday night?” You asked Pietro, who nodded excitedly.
“Friday night!” He confirmed.
“Okay, cool.” You took another quick sip of your morning coffee before setting your mug down. “I gotta get ready for training. So happy to be working with Steve today instead of Nat, he’s always a walk in the park.” You said sarcastically with a roll of your eyes. “Wish me luck.”
The twins wished you luck as you left the room to go get ready. After they were sure you were out of earshot, the witch turned to her brother. “This is your plan? Are you crazy?”
“I know, I know, but trust me, okay?” He reassured, walking to the fridge to grab himself a drink. “Y/n loves this stuff, and as she is the love of your life-”
“Whoa, whoa, I-I never said-”
“-You should experience the things that she loves to do.” Pietro finished, ignoring his sister’s intervention. “I’ll do my best to stay out of your guys’ way, and you have the whole evening to yourselves. Sounds perfect to me.”
“Yeah, until I act like a complete, how do they say, ‘spaz’ around her again.” Wanda sighed, leaning on the kitchen counter in defeat.
“You won’t. You know what kind of things to expect now. And if you do freak out, all the more reason to be by her side. She will protect you.”
Wanda looked at her brother in confusion. “I can protect my self.”
Pietro rolled his eyes playfully. “Not what I meant. You will see, sestra.”
Friday night came before you know it, and you, Wanda and Pietro were waiting in the line to buy your tickets to enter.
“Holy shit, this is a long line.” Pietro complained, causing you to chuckle.
“Not surprising. It’s the week before Halloween, weather’s nice, and this group doesn’t come to New York a whole lot. More surprised it isn’t longer actually.” You shrugged.
“Why don’t they come to New York? I thought this was one of America’s more popular states?” Wanda asked.
“It is, but ever since Loki invaded and our merry band of misfits formed, tourism and things like this have been down a whole lot.” You leaned down to get closer to Wanda’s ear. “I guess we’ve been the scary ones all along.” You joked, but Wanda was more focused on trying to calm down and forget the feeling of your breath against her ear.
“Everything alright there, Wanda?” Pietro asked after a moment, teasing smirk on his face. Before Wanda could even fire back, a voice from in front of you spoke up.
“No way! You guys are Avengers!” The group in front of you turned around, one of the guys recognized you instantly.
“Uh, yes...we are.” Wanda awkwardly stated. You knew Wanda hated fan interactions, and to be honest you weren’t a fan of these situations either. They were unpredictable. The Avengers were either beloved or despised, and you’ve been on both ends of the reaction spectrum. Wanda and Pietro, unfortunately, have seen a lot more animosity than you and the others.
Honestly, you couldn’t even fault the ones that didn’t love you guys. You weren’t ignorant and knew your battles have caused a lot of problems for a lot of people. You could sympathize, but that didn’t mean you wanted to be on the receiving end of that anger. Especially not when you were trying to just have a fun night out with your friends. “Look guys, we’re really just here to have a good time. We don’t wanna cause a scene.” You said.
“Nah, nah, it’s cool. I think you guys are awesome!” The guy said, and it was clear to you then that the dude was baked out of his mind. “Especially you, with the red wiggly woos!” He pointed to Wanda as he gave a terrible impression of her hand movements. You smiled, happy to see a fan interaction go well for Wanda.
The joy you felt didn’t last long though, as another guy in the group turned to you, blunt in his hand. “Hey, you’re the fire one right? Can you do me a solid?” He gestured to you, asking you to give him a light. You sighed, the twins chuckling at the situation.
“Yeah, but don’t ask again.” You ignited the tip of your finger, gently placing it on the end of the blunt. The group turned around in line and continued to go about their own conversation. You felt Wanda elbow your side, and you turned to see a smirk on her face. When you heard Pietro’s snicker, you groaned.
“Shut up.”
“Look at you, helping delinquents. Aren’t you supposed to be a superhero? Bringer of justice and all of that?” Wanda teased and you rolled your eyes playfully.
“Yeah, but I’m the fun one. It’s just weed.” You said confidently, but the witch saw through it and you dropped the act. “And the last time that happened and I said no, the dude burst into tears.” You said under your breath.
“There it is.” She smiled, and you couldn’t help but smile back despite you being the subject of mockery. You loved seeing her smile, you didn’t care about the reason why.
Before you knew it, Pietro announced that you guys were next in line to buy tickets. He bought his and stepped aside so you can go next. “Hi, two please.” Wanda turned to you with her eyebrows scrunched in confusion.
“Wha- Y/n, I can afford it.” She chuckled nervously, flattered by the action.
“I know, but when I have to drag you out of here cause you’re paralyzed in fear, at least you won’t regret dropping forty bucks on it.” You shrugged as you handed the cashier your credit card.
Wanda’s face reddened, something she quickly tried to hide from her brother who was enjoying this way too much. Her flustered state faded quickly when she processed what you said. “Hey!” You chuckled before thanking the cashier as she returned your card.
“Please go to the table to sign your waivers, entrance is down that hill. Enjoy your night.” The monotone voice told you that the poor woman’s been working all night. You didn’t have time to dwell on that though as you felt a panicked tapping on your arm.
“What’s wrong? We haven’t even entered yet.” You teased.
“W-what did she mean by waivers?” You chuckled at the panicked tone in the witch’s voice.
“Just means if you have a heart attack or something, you can’t sue.” You shrugged nonchalantly, but Wanda took it very seriously and turned to you with even wider eyes.
“That can happen!?”
“Well, it happened at least once if the thought of doing a waiver.” You answered, once again, nonchalantly. You looked at Wanda and could swear you saw her blood run cold. You laughed, which resulted in you receiving a glare. “Relax, Wan, you’ll be fine. You’re an Avenger, you’ve faced off against killer robots, stared death in the face time and time again!” You exclaimed dramatically as you waved your arms. You noticed Wanda start to smile and relax her shoulders.
“Thanks, Y/n.” She gave you a sweet smile, and you couldn’t help but melt.
“Yeah, anytime.” Your eyes locked with Wanda, you were about to look away but couldn’t. ‘Wow, were her eyes always this green? They’re beautiful.’ You thought.
A blush appeared on the witch’s face as she tore her gaze from you. You were about to ask what happened, but were interrupted. “Let’s go slow pokes!” Pietro’s voice shouted, effectively breaking the moment.
“Yeah, yeah Sonic, we’re coming!” You rolled your eyes as you shouted back. Wanda giggled at the banter between you and her brother, she loved that you two were close. With that, you and her headed down the hill towards the entrance.
After about a half hour, it seemed Wanda was holding up well. The three of you walked out of the corn maze, and she had a triumphant smile on her face. “I thought you said this place was scary.” She teased causing you to roll your eyes playfully.
“Congratulations you survived the corn maze, you get to join the hall of fame with the other twelve year-olds.” As if to emphasize your point, three twelve year-olds ran out of the maze in giggles, clearly unaffected. Wanda pouted. “Aw, don’t worry. I thought you were very brave.” You teased yet again, which resulted in an elbow to the side.
“You’re a jerk.” Wanda held back a smile as she strutted forward. You laughed as you jogged forward to catch up.
“Alright, are you guys ready for the big one?” Pietro asked and your eyes widened.
“Oh, Piet, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You said as you nudged your head towards Wanda, hinting that you didn’t think she could handle that. Unfortunately, she caught on.
“Aw come on, Y/n. I’m not a baby.”
“I know, but you can’t go from the corn maze to...that.” You gestured towards the haunted maze entrance, a giant purple demon with smoke blowing out of it’s ears looming over. You guys turned at the sound of screams, and saw a group run out of the maze in fear, which then dissolved into laughter.
“They seem to be having fun.” Wanda gestured towards the group.
“Yeah, after the screams of terror.” You shot back. “You can’t go from walking around the block to running a marathon.”
“Oh yeah? Watch me.” Wanda strutted forward towards the entrance, determined to prove you wrong.
You groaned as you looked over to Pietro, who watched the whole ordeal with a cheeky smile. “Your sister’s insane.”
“Yeah, but you love it.” Pietro said under his breath, but you still heard it.
“What?”
“Nothing!” With that, the man sped forward, catching up to his sister at the entrance. You stared after him for a moment in shock before joining them.
The three of you walked the path, and everything seemed to be going well...for all of five seconds. The first jump scare happened behind Wanda. The loud screech startled her, and she jumped with a scream. She stumbled into your arms, and you wrapped them around her in order to keep her from falling. You chuckled, and Wanda looked up at you with the intention to glare. However, when your eyes locked again, Wanda couldn’t help but stare.
You, of course, had to ruin the moment. “Not too late to turn back, y’know. This is just the beginning.” Wanda groaned and pulled away from you, continuing forward. You laughed. “You can hold my hand if you want!” You don’t know what compelled you to say that, but you knew you weren’t entirely joking.
And you didn’t regret it when Wanda reached out and held your hand without another word. You smiled, squeezing her hand.
What you didn’t see was Pietro giving Wanda a thumbs up as you both walked past.
At some point, you guys lost Pietro in the dark maze. Wanda wasn’t even worried as she still held your hand tightly, and you knew the man would be fine and he’ll meet up with you at the exit.
Wanda had been holding up better than you thought. You wouldn’t say she was good per say, seeing as she screamed and practically jumped into your arms at the slightest sound, but she hadn’t collapsed on the ground in tears yet, so you’d count that as a win.
“Gotta say, Maximoff. I’m impressed.” You said as you two walked down the maze hand in hand.
“I’m just being that super brave Avenger like you said.” Wanda giggled, and you couldn’t help but melt at the noise.
“Well you’re doing an awesome job. Even if the last three guys almost made you pee your pants.” You laughed loudly as you took in the shocked reaction the woman gave you.
“Y/n!” She scolded, but before you could even respond, the worst jump scare yet occurred.
A large animatronic growled and lowered from the ceiling right behind Wanda. The witch turned to look briefly as she screamed loudly and jumped to you again. This time, however she literally jumped into your arms. You quickly braced your hands under her thighs, catching her, as she wrapped her legs around your waist. The force from the jump caused you to stumble back into a darker corner of the maze. Your back hit a hay wall, and you and Wanda laughed at the moment. Your laughter continued for a moment, and Wanda lifted her head from your shoulder to look into your eyes. Both of you got quiet as you continued to stare, sensing the moment shift.
“You okay?” You whispered, almost as if talking to loudly would shatter the moment. Wanda nodded, eyes still locked onto yours. After a moment of silence, she spoke up.
“Y’know...I think a distraction would help.” Your eyebrows shot up at the insinuation. You doubted you heard her correctly, but when you saw her eyes shift down to your lips, you knew what she wanted. And you wouldn’t lie and say you didn’t want it too.
“I...Yeah, I think I could help with that.” You barely got your sentence out when Wanda smashed her lips to yours roughly. You tightened your hold on her thighs as she wrapped her arms around your neck. You stood there, making out roughly against the wall of the maze. As wild and sudden as this was, you wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.
Pietro noticed you two were gone for a really long time. He was beginning to get concerned, and pulled out his phone ready to call one of you. Turns out he didn’t need to.
You two came out of the maze, only you weren’t alone. You and Wanda each had a security guard holding your arm. After you two were out of the maze completely, they let you go and walked off. It was then that Pietro noticed both of your disheveled states. And he could swear he saw two or three hickeys forming on your neck.
“No you didn’t-” He started, but you cut him off.
“Not a word.” Your hand found it’s way to Wanda’s as you guys walked towards the exit of the park, figuring it’d be bad Avengers press if you guys stayed any longer at this point. You had an awesome night anyway, and didn’t care if it ended a little early. Besides, you had a feeling you’d get to have some more...fun when you got back to the compound.
You didn’t notice Pietro high five Wanda’s free hand.
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Enough For Me
Request: "Congratulations on 1k!!! you deserve it, you’re a really good writer. Can i request prompt 12 “please don’t cry” angst to fluff with yuuta from jjk. thank you, congrats."
12. "please, don't cry."
↠ Pairing: Okkotsu Yuta x Reader
↠ Warning: angst to fluff
↬ Word Count: 1.5k
↳ from Go! Go! Gogatsu Event
When did every thing become so loud?
One minute you were similing. Laughing loud with a hint of the obvious enjoyment masked on your features. Then second you're staring to nowhere but silence greeting you. An expression so dim that the light in your eyes wasn't present as well. Left at the forest training grounds, the others had already gone back to their dorms. You told them you were staying for a bit for extra training when in reality, you were looking for an outlet without anyone witnessing your hour of vulnerability.
Stupid clan and their elders. As disrespectful as it may sound, you understood now why Gojo despises them. Loud it was to the point it deafens your ears; the murmurs of a child cast away from the bloodline because of the mockery it holds. A no good sorcerer was never welcome in families like yours. People would still chew on your head even when you have your backs turned on them. So frustrating it was to shoulder a burden of their devilish gossip and expectations.
At first it was alright. You handled it well. But to the extent where one of the higher ups brought it up during a meeting? How many people know of you and the disappointment you carry?
Gojo had his fist clenched that day. Maki understood you more than anyone, having to be someone who ran away from her clan as well. Inumaki and Panda did their best in comforting you, telling you that humans are weird to drag other humans down when they're the same race. That was just being so entitled, said Panda. You however, convinced your comrades you were fine. You were used to it. And it was fine.
It didn't matter what other's say as long as other's knew you for what you weren't, right?
That doesn't mean you couldn't help but become overwhelmed of the impact they had on you. Like knives forcefully shoved their ways through your heart. The pack of negative energy should've been enough to form a large curse that could take you.
Loud it was indeed. To have so many people shit their way into your life when you only wanted to live yours and not bother theirs.
You gulped down the heavy lump in your throat. Caught up in the fog of profanities from the world. Who were you kidding, you weren't Maki who can handle all this thrown at her. Tumbling and falling, that was all you knew about yourself in your whole life. The nails that grip in your palms pierced through the skin as blood trickles down, no amount of pain could level the amount of pent up emotions you buried in your heart.
Perhaps you've were born in the wrong time and place. If only you were a simple civilian, maybe life wouldn't be so bad. A loving family would be there, instead of the ones that were throwing their unfulfilled dreams to their children and controlling of their destiny.
The look in your mother's eyes will forever haunt you. Looking already as tired as you were, her eyes spoke more emotion than you could ever endure as loveless, empty ones met your teary gaze that very day.
"I only wanted a daughter who could've done so much for me as I've given her life after birth."
Your heart throbs, soon you were down on the dirt covered ground on your knees. The weight of her words colliding in the world you swore was a safe space for you. It shouldn't matter. Not when they've cast you away and yet, no matter what there is, she was still your mother.
And still the pain is as fresh as ever coming from the one you used to call, "family."
As loud as your world was, your cries were louder and clearer this very night. As if with all your might, you wanted to scream from above on how this was truly unfair. Wanting someone— anyone to hear you curse at the world you were forced to live in. It hurts your lungs, it was indeed hard to grasp small bits of oxygen when your insides felt like they were shrinking from the compact.
You wish you could scream at your mother that deep inside you still loved her. Even as a child who never received the motherly love they deserved, you loved her dearly. It was by instincts and the remains of your vision as a baby, being held in someone arms in hushing your cries.
The surface felt so firm unlike you remembered how it was when you were young. Yet the warm embrace felt nostalgic as it shielded you from the cold blistering wind of the night, you find yourself searching against the surface without a care of any danger or anything anymore. You wanted to be comforted for once. To not feel alone.
"Please don't cry."
Small hushes drowned out your sobs, an arm wrapped firmly around your waist while the other pets your head at the outmost caring matter. Curling closer, your hand held the one on top of your head. Taking in the rough texture, but reminding yourself that someone was now here in your time of need. Here after being away most of the times.
"Yeah, it's me." sensing your troubles as he averts his gaze away from you as if he was embarrassed. "I heard what happened. I managed to finish up much just to get here." next to him was the blade he carries around. Probably less hazardous as to why he place it down.
"Yuta.." sobbing as you clutched on the white material he wore. He immediately reverts back to soothing you in your distressed state. Something about the way he holds you only made you tear up more. It broke his heart in pieces to see you hold onto him as if he was the only person left to anchor yourself. And here he thought he had it worse back then, your body language brought this resemblance to the girl he used to hold just as he was doing now.
"Shh, I promise you that none of those words said about you is true."
Easier said, he knew that. It was easy to reassure someone of their thoughts, but it's not that easy to erase. The mind is a wondrous and torturous place to be in. Old memories can be dug out to the surface and you'd still feel the emotion like it just happened yesterday. Oh if you had Yuta's vision of you, you'd believe in his words.
A strong role model like you is exactly the reason why Yuta aims to be the strongest as well. To help people realize that strength isn't found in the words of other human beings, but within yourself. Yes, it's a harsh world we live in. Those who feel lowly amongst themselves would drag those above them. And those who feel the surge of entitlement snarls at those below them.
But no matter who it is that doubts you, and your potentials, there would always be someone behind you, with the glimmer in their eyes, you are their hope and inspiration in some ways.
That is what Yuta murmurs next to your ear, your cries now subsided to focus on his voice. "You're doing great. We've seen it. I've seen it." facing you with his boyish smiles, you wondered how'd this guy who came looking like a ragged mess become someone twinkling brighter than the stars above the night sky. It was contagious, it made you smile so minimal.
"There's that pretty smile." chuckling, he pats your head softly like treating a little kid. Yuta knows deep down that he can't fully resolve the thoughts inside of you— one of these days you'll have these moments again. And it saddens him because he's often away from you. Yet he's breathless at the fact that you're able to hold yourself off with all these tormenting you.
"You're amazing, darling." came out lower than a whisper before his lips closed in with yours. Last time he kissed you boy was he sweating buckets. He wasn't even as bold as now to be able to initiate first and pull you flush against his chest. But the erratic pace of his heart still was the same as ever. The loudness that had clouded you vanished. All you could hear now were pleasant chorus played by the crickets of the night and the wind lacing together throughout the atmosphere.
He promises to do much more with you for the time being. Help you mend the wounds no one can see and assist with the battles you two could only share and understand. One day as he stated before he would walk through the doors of your clan and prove to them that you were the diamond in the rough they've thrown but he's found.
You were his own butterfly. Beautiful to his eyes, you bestowed your wings; and to yours you cannot see but for people to admire.
"Give yourself more credit. You've done so much, my love."
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Reassurance
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Summary: Spencer feels insecure, and Reader puts his worries to rest.
A/N: I got several requests to write a follow-up to Avoidance , and after writing almost the whole entire thing, only to scrap it all because it was literal trash, here we are! I initially planned to go a different route with this, but it didn’t flow right and I ended up changing the entire plot line somewhere along the way. I really like how this turned out, and I hope you guys enjoy it, too!
Pairing: sub!Spencer/femdom!Reader
Content warnings: cursing, Spencer being insecure, hand job, oral sex (male receiving), anal fingering, pegging, light degradation, Spencer experiencing sub-drop
Word Count: 6k
Spencer’s lips drag against mine at a slow, deliberate pace as I sit perched on his lap, my hands tugging lightly at where his hair curls at the nape of his neck. One particularly harsh tug has Spencer gasping into my mouth and tightening his grip on my hips, pulling me down until I’m fully sat on his lap. The bulge tenting his slacks comes in full contact with my clothed core and I hum appreciatively against his lips.
“Getting excited there, baby?”
Spencer lets out a whine of protest when I pull away, leaning forward in an attempt to reunite our lips. I press my hand flat against his chest and push him back until he rests against the couch cushions.
“I thought you wanted to watch a movie tonight?” I ask him, my lips curled up into a knowing smile. Spencer’s thumbs begin to rub soothing circles into my hips as he fixes me with a shy smile.
“Maybe later,” he replies, sheepish. He looks breathtaking - bathed in the soft glow of the lamp light, shadows dancing across every perfectly chiseled inch of his face. Faint purple bruises dot the underside of his jaw line, remnants of the last time we had been afforded enough time to get tangled up under the bedsheets. I press my thumb to one of them, applying just enough pressure to cause Spencer’s breath to hitch. In another day or two, the purple and yellow discoloration would be gone, leaving no trace of our time together.
I release my hold on his jaw and make a mental note to see to it that he has another set of pretty marks before the weekend is over.
“Later?” I lift the hand that was splayed across his chest until I’m able to fiddle with the top button on his dress shirt. “You talk as if you have something else you’d like to do first. Care to share?”
Spencer squirms underneath my gaze, eyes flitting between my lips and where I’m pressed firmly against his erection. I watch him flounder to come up with a response before deciding to forgo words completely and rut himself against me, eyelids fluttering closed as he lets out a low whine.
I click my tongue at him and raise up until my center hovers over him, torturously close but not quite close enough to touch.
“What’s the matter, Doctor? It’s not like you to be at a loss for words,” I taunt as I pop open the last three buttons of his shirt. Now that the milky white skin of his chest is on full display, I waste no time in dragging my fingernails from his collarbone down to his navel, light and teasing. The action elicits a shiver from Spencer, who looks up at me with glossy eyes and blown pupils.
“P-Please,” he stutters out.
“Please, what?” I prod, cocking my head to the side. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
Spencer’s tongue pokes out to run across his bottom lip.
“I want you,” he breathes out, low and sultry. “Now. Don’t wanna wait.”
I let out a pleased sigh as I lean forward to capture Spencer’s lips in a heated kiss. Spencer’s quick to reciprocate, eagerly licking into my mouth as soon as my lips brush against his.
It’s not long until I feel the hands on my waist begin to tug me back down onto his lap, eliciting a giggle from me.
“Such a needy little thing,” I murmur against his lips.
Usually, a comment like this would be met by some sort of mumbled affirmation. But this time, as soon as the words leave my mouth, I feel Spencer’s whole body tense up beneath me.
“Does… Does that bother you?”
I pull away and give Spencer an inquisitive look.
“Does what bother me?”
Spencer averts his eyes, “That I’m so submissive.” He spits the word out like it burns his mouth – like it’s something to be ashamed of – and I can’t suppress my frown.
“Why would that ever bother me?”
Spencer gives a feeble shrug of his shoulders, still refusing to pull his gaze from where it rests on the floor.
“I read an article in Psychology Today that discussed a survey in which 172 German adults completed a personality questionnaire and then measured their own preference for a dominant partner. Not only was the general consensus that both genders prefer dominant partners, the participants also agreed with statements like ‘a very nice partner is often boring’ and ‘I feel attracted to assertive partners.’ So, it’s only natural that you might get tired of me always being such a pushover and search for a more exciting partner than can keep you stimulated-”
I clamp my hand down on Spencer’s mouth, effectively ending his self-deprecating rant and forcing him to look up from where his eyes were burning a hole into the floor. When I know he isn’t going to try and continue down that particularly awful train of thought, I remove my hand.
“First of all, you are not a pushover. Insinuating that you are a pushover would also be insinuating that I’m taking advantage of you. Do you feel like I’m taking advantage of you?” Spencer’s eyes grow wide and he frantically shakes his head.
“Absolutely not. I… I love what you do to me – with me. What we do together. I-I just want to be sure that you like it to. That you’re not just humoring me until someone who can actually give you what you want comes around.”
I feel my mouth fall open from shock somewhere during the middle of his spiel. He can’t actually be so oblivious to the fact that I enjoy the hell out of our sex life, can he?
Apparently, he can and he is, because Spencer takes my silence as affirmation.
“I could try? To d-dom you, that is. I’ve been reading up on it and-”
“Spencer, where on earth did this come from?”
Spencer blinks hard, “I told you – I read it in Psychology Today.”
I shake my head at him and slip off of his lap and onto the couch cushion beside him.
“No, that’s not what I meant. What made you think that I’m not happy with our sex life?”
“N-Nothing in particular,” Spencer stammers. “I just know that I’m not exactly the most masculine guy, and I want to make sure that you’re, you know… happy. With me.”
And there it is.
I reach for Spencer’s hand and link our fingers together.
“This wouldn’t have anything to do with that comment Derek made this morning, would it?” Spencer doesn’t answer, but the way his eyes drop to his lap tells me everything I need to know. I tighten my grip on his hand. “You know he was just messing with you, right? As out of line as it was, he was just being… Derek.”
“He wasn’t wrong, though. I am extremely docile – along with a litany of other very passive traits. I’m not strong or assertive or confident like Derek; I’m basically the complete opposite of the ideal male partner. All I’m good for is spouting out information that’s only sometimes useful. No wonder you don’t want to-” Spencer clamps his mouth shut and his cheeks burn red. “Forget it. C-Can we pretend this conversation never happened?”
“No wonder I don’t want to what?” I prod, brows furrowed in confusion. But still, Spencer refuses to meet my eyes. “And as far as all the other stuff goes, it doesn’t matter if you’re assertive or strong. I prefer my sweet, gentle boy over guys like Derek Morgan, any day. My ideal male partner just so happens to be pretty boys with curly brown hair and massive IQs, not aggressive alpha males with overinflated egos.” I bring Spencer’s hand up to my lips and place a gentle kiss on his knuckles. “I’m being serious, Spence. There’s a lot to love about you.”
Spencer’s next words are hushed, so quiet that I almost don’t hear him when he says, “Then why haven’t you told anyone about us yet?”
In the two months since our first time together, neither of us had been brave enough to broach the subject of what exactly we were doing. With neither of us quite sure how to go about defining the relationship, we’d fallen into a sort of routine. Whenever it came time to pair off for the night and retreat to our hotel rooms, Spencer and I always made sure that we were paired together. Hotch never seemed to care – he was just happy that we weren’t walking on eggshells around each other anymore - and the others were kind enough to keep their suspicions to themselves. On the weekends, or really any time that we weren’t working a case, time off was spent in each other’s company, be it at Spencer’s place or mine. Days full of impromptu adventures to farmer’s markets and niche antique shops devolved into passionate nights spent learning every inch of each other’s skin until no stone was left unturned. It was the perfect arrangement.
Or at least it would’ve been, if Spencer and I hadn’t managed to fall half way in love somewhere along the way. It was glaringly obvious early on that it was way more than just sexual chemistry that kept us both coming back for more, but owning up to that fact was a whole other issue that neither of us was ready to deal with.
Until now, apparently.
“I-I mean, we haven’t talked about what exactly this is, so I wasn’t quite sure how to go about that,” I stammer. “But now that you’ve brought it up…”
Spencer finally looks up and his eyes are filled to the brim with equal parts fear and hope.
“I-I really want there to be an us,” he whispers. “I kind of thought that much was obvious.”
“And I thought the fact that I have absolutely zero complaints in the bedroom was obvious, but here we are,” I tease, and Spencer lets out an involuntary giggle when I poke at his side. “I want there to be an us, too. And for what it’s worth, I like you just the way you are, Spencer Reid - just so we’re clear.”
“Really?” Spencer persists. From anyone else, it would seem like they were fishing for compliments, but from Spencer? I knew my sweet, darling boy just needed some reassurance.
I lean forward and capture his lips in a long, languid kiss.
“Really really,” I mumble when I pull away. “Have I done a thorough enough job drilling that into your head, or do you need some more convincing?”
“More convincing,” Spencer replies as he ducks in for another kiss. “Lots and lots of convincing.”
I smile against his lips, “That’s good to hear, because I sorta had a little something special planned for you.”
“Something special?”
I slide my hand from its place on his knee until my fingers glide across the tip of his clothed cock.
“Remember that thing we talked about last week?”
I can feel the way Spencer’s cock twitches under my hand and I have to bite back a smile.
“Y-Yeah?”
I give his bulge a light squeeze that has Spencer moaning low in his throat.
“Only if you want to. There’s no pressure at all. I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with. I’d be perfectly fine if you just wanna watch that movie and cuddle a bit - you know that right?”
“Yes, but I still want to,” Spencer chokes out. “Very, very much.” And then he’s bringing a hand up to cup my face before slotting our lips together again.
The kiss is sloppy, seeing as we’re both much too excited to worry about being precise. Spencer spends time exploring my body with his free hand, starting at my hips and then dipping underneath my t-shirt. Spencer’s hand is just shy of skimming over my bra when I pull back and he lets out a frustrated whine when I pull his hands off of me.
“I wanna ask you a few things before we do this, okay, baby?” Spencer flushes a deep crimson as he nods. “Have you ever experimented with any sort of anal play before?”
“N-No, I haven’t. Is that okay?”
Spencer Reid, you are going to be the death of me.
“That’s perfectly fine, sweet boy,” I coo. “I’m just trying to get a feel for what’s going to be the most comfortable for you. We’ll start small and work our way up, okay?” Spencer nods, prompting me to tack on an, “Assuming that you want to, that is. This is all on your terms, and I need to make sure that you know that nothing’s going to happen that you don’t expressly consent to first.”
Spencer’s lips pull up into a sweet smile.
“I know, and I trust you,” he says. “And I consent to it. To all of it.”
“You’re gonna have to be a little bit more specific than that,” I chuckle. “What exactly are you consenting to?”
Spencer shifts in his seat, “Y-You know.”
“Yes, but I want to hear you say it, baby.”
Spencer gulps hard, “I-I want you to fuck me. Please.”
I let out a satisfied hum and remove my hand from Spencer’s lap.
“I want you to go to the bedroom and take off all your clothes. Then I want you to lie in the center of the bed and if I walk in and see you touching yourself, I’ll walk right back out and I won’t touch you for a month. Are we clear?”
“Y-Yes, Miss.”
--
I spend much longer than necessary in the living room, sitting on the couch and scrolling through my phone for nearly ten minutes before getting up and making my way to the bedroom. The anticipation is half of the fun, in my opinion, and I take great pleasure in imagining Spencer squirming against the sheets, desperate for me to walk through that door.
I rid myself of my skirt and blouse as I make my way down the hallway, leaving me in only my panties and bralette. I can hear Spencer’s heavy breathing before I even reach the bedroom, and it makes my stomach flip excitedly as I push open the door.
Spencer lays in the middle of the bed, hands grabbing at the sheets as he rolls his hips in vain. His cock stands painfully hard, leaking precum and bobbing up and down with every motion of his hips. Spencer doesn’t see or hear me when I come in – his eyes are closed tight and his bottom lip is nestled between his teeth, blissfully oblivious as he ruts up into nothing.
“It seems like my poor, needy boy has worked himself up into quite a state.”
The sound of my voice startles him and he immediately halts the movement of his hips. Spencer’s eyes watch on and I walk over to the night stand, taking my time as I remove a bottle of lube, my harness, and the newly purchased dildo bought especially for my sweet boy.
Spencer’s eyes linger on the silicone member, wide and curious as I set the items on the bed and crawl in between his legs. He spreads his legs without being prompted, leaving him completely exposed to me, and the action makes my heart swell with pride. My good boy has learned so much in the past two months.
“M’gonna suck that pretty cock of yours now, and I want you to keep your hips still. Can you do that for me, baby?”
Spencer nods frantically, “Y-Yes, Miss. Please – I need your mouth. I’ll be still, I promise.”
I let out a pleased hum as I take him into my hand, dragging my fist up and down, spreading precum across the entirety of his length.
“I know you will, baby. You’re always so good for me. So eager to please.”
I lean down and begin placing kisses to the sensitive skin of his thighs, all while continuing to work my hand against him. I nip lightly at the skin above his right hip and Spencer sucks in a ragged breath when I suck a pretty purple bruise in the very same spot. It contrasts starkly with his porcelain skin, and I enjoy the way it looks so much that I continue until a plethora of love bites litter his inner thighs. When I finally sit back and admire my work, Spencer’s writhing so pitifully against the mattress that I decide to put him out of his misery.
Spencer devolves into a whimpering mess the moment I take his tip into my mouth, his head thrashing wildly against the mattress when I swirl my tongue around him. I take my time with him, not at all rushing my descent onto his cock, choosing instead to tease him with a slow, steady pace. If Spencer minded my slower than usual pace, he didn’t say so. He was too busy choking out an unrelenting string of the most wanton moans I’d ever heard as he watched himself disappear into my mouth.
I decide now is as good a time as any to up the ante and I pull my mouth away from him.
“W-Why did you stop?” Spencer stutters, chest heaving up and down.
I raise an eyebrow at him, “Are you being ungrateful, Doctor? Because if you are, I could always just leave you here like this - cock hard and leaky with no way to get off other than your own hand. That wouldn’t be nearly as fun as having me fuck that pretty little ass of yours.”
“No, please! I’m so sorry,” Spencer mewls. “I’ll be good, just please don’t leave!”
I loosely grasp Spencer’s cock in my hand and run my thumb across his slit.
“You sound so pretty when you beg, baby. I can’t wait to hear how pretty you are when you’re begging for me to fuck you harder.”
Spencer’s eyes roll back into his head and his mouth hangs open, panting hard.
“I want it so bad. Please, please, please, Miss.”
I use my free hand to reach up and push two fingers into Spencer’s mouth, “Suck. I want them real nice and wet so that I can use them to get you ready for me.”
Spencer moans around my fingers, laving his tongue around the them as he hollows his cheeks. When I retract my fingers from his mouth they’re practically dripping and I reward his effort by tightening my grip on his cock.
“Good job, baby. Are you ready for me to finger that tight little hole of yours?” I ask him as I release his cock and grab the bottle of lube. I drizzle a healthy amount onto my fingers before dragging one across his puckered hole, eliciting a high-pitched cry from Spencer.
“Yes!” Spencer gasps as he attempts to wiggle closer. “So ready for you, Miss. Use your f-fingers on me, please!”
I start by slowly pressing one in, so as not to overwhelm him, and to my endless delight, it glides in almost effortlessly.
“Already so ready for my fingers, Doctor. You sure you haven’t touched yourself here before?” I ask as I begin to work my finger in and out in slow thrusts.
“N-Never. O-Only you,” Spencer stutters out between moans. “C-Can you add another, Miss?”
I pull my finger out, only to add another and resume my efforts at a slightly faster pace. Spencer’s back arches up off the bed when my fingers brush against his prostate and he lets out a half startled, half delighted yelp.
“Oh fuck!” Spencer moans as he grinds down onto my fingers. “Again, please, Miss!”
I comply, and with every press of my fingers against the fleshy bundle of tissue, Spencer’s body jolts from the sensation.
“S’that feel good, baby? Do you like how my fingers feel?”
“Oh, God, yes! F-Feels so good. Never felt like this b-before,” Spencer sobs. “I-I’m getting close, Miss.”
“I didn’t say that you can cum, baby. I wanna save that for when I’ve got my cock buried inside you. How’s that sound?”
“Y-Yes, Iwantitsobad,” Spencer slurs, his words running together as he draws nearer and near to the end. “Want you to fuck me, Miss! Please, I’ll do anything-”
I take pity on him and withdraw my fingers, which makes Spencer keen in protest.
“Calm down, greedy boy. Just gotta get ready so I can give you what you want.”
I crawl off of the bed and step into the harness, fastening it in place and making sure that the dildo is secure before I crawl in between his legs. Spencer watches on with rapt fascination as I pour lube into my palm and work it over the silicone cock until every inch of it glistens.
“What’s your color, baby?” I ask as rub the tip of the cock over his hole.
Spencer’s breath catches in his throat and his whole-body tenses with anticipation.
“So green, Miss. So fucking green,” Spencer whimpers.
I raise a hand up to his hip and begin to rub soothing circles into the skin there.
“Gonna need you to relax for me, sweetheart. Can you do that?”
Spencer bites his lip and nods his head. I watch as the tension begins to melt away, and when I see him relax back into the mattress, I bring up my hand to stroke his cock. I keep my touch light, barely applying pressure – I knew if I applied too much, Spencer wouldn’t be able to hold out longer than a few thrusts. He was already teetering on the edge as it was.
Mine and Spencer’s eyes meet and he smiles up at me, dopey and drunk from pleasure, and it’s all the permission I need. I press into him slowly, and I’m left in awe as I watch Spencer Reid completely unravel beneath me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Spencer curses, head flying back and hitting the pillows. It never ceases to amaze me at how fucking responsive he is, and tonight is no exception. It’s like his body is a live wire, trembling beautifully as I press in further and further and further. I stop just shy of being fully sheathed inside him, trying to allow him a moment to adjust, but Spencer seems to have other plans.
“Keep going, Miss, don’t stop, please! I want all of it, please give it to me! I can take it, please let me show you!”
He looks up at me and those beautiful brown eyes are so wild, so positively feral that I can’t even entertain the idea of denying him any longer.
Spencer looks positively ruined by the time I bottom out inside him. His hair sticks to the sheen of sweat that gathers on his forehead, and his lips look positively abused from the way he’s been biting down on them. His eyelids flutter closed every few seconds, and every time he blinks them back open, I’m able to see that his pupils are so blown that his eyes look almost black.
I pull back until all that’s left inside him is the very tip of the cock, and just as he opens that bratty little mouth to beg for more, I give particularly harsh thrust of my hips until I’m fully sheathed inside him. Spencer lets out a surprised cry as I set an unforgiving pace, all the while still loosely jerking him off as I bury myself inside him again and again and again.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” Spencer chants loudly, face contorted beautifully in an expression of pure ecstasy. I spare a brief thought to Spencer’s poor neighbors and make mental note to invest in a ball gag.
“S’that feel good, baby? You look so pretty taking my cock like the good boy you are. My pretty little cock slut. Such a shame nobody’s fucked you like this before,” I hum as I focus my attention on the head of his cock, thumbing lightly at where he leaks for me.
“D-Don’t want anyone else, just wanna be good for y-you. Wanna m-make you proud,” Spencer whines, tripping over his words as he struggles to form a coherent sentence. The sentiment sends a jolt of heat down to my already soaking core, but I do my best to ignore the slickness running down my thighs for the time being. Right now, my only focus is the boy chanting my name, praying for a type of salvation that only I can give him.
I smile down at him and my hand drifts lower to where I’m steadily thrusting in and out of him. Spencer’s body jolts as the pad of my thumb brushes against the sensitive skin of his hole.
“Of course, I’m proud of you. Look at how well you’re taking me, baby. It’s like you were made to take my cock,” I praise him.
My words, mixed with the way I’m working both Spencer’s cock and his tight little ass, seem to be getting the better of him, because Spencer doesn’t even try to formulate a response. He just continues to let out strangled moans that almost sound like sobs as his hands grasp at the sheets until his knuckles turn white.
It doesn’t take long until I feel the muscles in Spencer’s stomach and thighs begin to tense, and when his cock twitches in my hand I can tell Spencer won’t last much longer.
“Are you gonna cum for me, baby?” I ask him as I grind my hips against his, and Spencer’s reply comes in the form of an incoherent, garbled moan.
“What’s the matter, baby? Have I fucked you so stupid that you can’t answer me anymore?” I taunt him. I use the leverage I have from the hand placed on his hip to propel myself deeper. “Is my poor dumb baby incapable of replying?”
Spencer makes a feeble attempt at a reply, “P-Please let me – f-fuck – cum! Oh, God, m’socloseMiss. Harder, please!”
I take a minute to bask in the way he’s completely fallen apart at my hands - relishing in the way his eyes are glossy and dark with lust, in the way that his chest is flushed a deep red, and in the way that precum beads at the tip of his cock, aching for a release. He looks beautiful like this, whining and squirming, hips grinding down in search of more, more, more. I’d never imagined in a million years that I’d be so lucky as to see the illustrious Spencer Reid fucked absolutely senseless, but here he was, waiting for my permission to throw himself off the edge and into the best kind of oblivion.
“Cum for me, pretty boy,” I say in the softest voice imaginable. “Show me how good you are.”
The tension that had been steadily building since the first press of my lips against his snaps in an instant, and copious amounts of cum spurt out from his cock, painting his chest in thick, white ropes. Spencer chants out muddled thank yous as I fuck him through his release, pushing in and out of him in shallow strokes as slowly comes back down from the high.
When his breathing slows down to a normal rate, I pull out of him, quickly freeing myself from the harness and tossing it aside to be dealt with later. I crawl up until I’m at eye level and begin pressing soft, sweet kisses to Spencer’s face.
“You did so well, Spence,” I murmur against his skin. “You’re amazing, baby. Thank you so much for trusting me to be with you like that.”
Spencer lifts a shaky hand to my hair and pulls me down into a heated kiss. I indulge him and pour every ounce of passion I have into my efforts, hoping to express my gratitude with every swipe of my lips against his. And when I pull away, my pretty boy smiles up at me, sated and full of adoration, and it’s beautiful.
“D’you think you can handle taking a shower with me?” I ask as I pull away, and Spencer gives a shy nod in response. He sits up in the bed and swings his legs until his feet hit the floor. I’m just about to stand when his hand comes down on my wrist to stop me.
“What about you? You didn’t . . .”
“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. Tonight was all about you.”
I move off of the bed and help him to his feet, holding him steady when his legs begin to shake. “Might be a little sore for a while, but it should go away within a day or so.”
I help him to the bathroom and turn on the shower, and when it’s warm enough I rid myself of my bra and panties and motion for him to join me. I urge Spencer to step under the spray first, but his arms snake around me and pull me with him.
Spencer nuzzles his nose into the crook of my neck and he lets out a deep sigh.
“You okay, bubs?” I ask him as I tangle my arms around his torso and begin to rub soothing circles into his back.
“I just feel a little… down? I-Is this a sub drop? I read a little bit about them, but I don’t k-know…” he trails off, sniffling pitifully against my neck. “I-I just know that I want to hold you. Is that o-okay?”
My heart lurches painfully in my chest as his voice wavers, and I pull back just enough that I can look into his weary eyes.
“Baby, that’s more than okay. Sub drops are a perfectly normal thing to experience, and I’ll be right here to hold you for as long as you need. I’m not going anywhere.”
Spencer’s eyes fill with tears and he makes no attempt to hold them back, choosing to let them fall freely and mix in with the water pouring from the shower head.
“T-Tell me you want me,” Spencer begs, lip wobbling pitifully. “I-I just feel like I’m not good enough for you, and I know it’s all in my head, and I know how you feel about me, but I just think it would help if you just… s-said it. Please?”
I feel my heart break for the man that stood before me. The implication his words carry - that this wonderful, kind-hearted, extraordinarily gifted man could ever think so little of himself – was enough to bring tears to my own eyes. I swallow down the lump that forms in my throat and, with all the sincerity I can possibly muster, I reply.
“I want you, Spencer Reid. I don’t want anyone else – only you,” I tell him, never once breaking eye contact. “For as long as you’ll have me, I’m yours.”
Spencer chokes out a weak laugh, “And if I want you forever?”
I nudge his nose with my own, and the act feels almost more intimate than everything that preceded it.
“Then forever, it is,” I murmur. I press a chaste kiss to his lips before pulling away and reaching for the shampoo. “Now, turn around, pretty boy. Let me pamper you.”
--
“Y/N!” Penelope calls out, sauntering over to me in a flash of hot pink taffeta. I’m in the middle of throwing my satchel over my shoulder when she runs up to me, excited smile on her face. “Me, you, JJ, Elle, and a bottle of tequila. You in?”
On a normal day, the answer would have been a resounding hell yes. But today? I let my eyes wander over to where Spencer lingers near the glass doors, trying to look like he isn’t listening in. Very subtle.
“I’m gonna have to pass on this one, Penelope.”
Penelope’s smile transforms into a pout.
“This is the third weekend in a row you’ve ditched us!” she whines, stomping her kitten heeled foot like a petulant child. “Either you’re avoiding us or you’ve got some secret lover we don’t know about. And if that’s the case, then we have a whole other problem, because that’s the kind of thing I expect to be told about immediately.”
The giddy smile that stretches across my face gives me away before I even have the chance to open my mouth, sending Penelope into an absolute frenzy.
“Oh my God, I cannot believe this. We’ll talk about how angry I am about being kept in the dark later because right now, I need details,” Penelope gushes. “Who is he? Where did you two meet? Is he hot?” Penelope barely gets the words out before she’s shaking her head. “Wait, that’s a dumb question. Of course, he’s hot - just look at you. Do I know him? When do I get to meet him?”
I can’t help but laugh at Penelope’s enthusiasm.
“Slow down, Pen,” I chuckle. “I didn’t tell you about it because it’s still relatively new, and it wasn’t until this past weekend that we finally decided to put a label on it.”
“A label? Does that mean this guy is your boyfriend? Oh my God, I thought this day would never come,” Penelope sighs dreamily. But the far-away look in her eye quickly fades and Penelope begins to grill me with renewed fervor. “Y/N, you have to tell me who it is. It’s like, practically a crime that I’m only just now hearing about this, so you owe me this much. And I’ll be needing his first and last name, along with a DOB so that I can run a full back ground check ASAP. Don’t even try to talk me out of it – we deal with enough freakiness during our day jobs, and I insist on making sure the freakiness ends there.”
I can feel a flush spread over my cheeks and I fiddle with the strap of my bag.
“I, uh, don’t think a background check is going to be necessary. You know this guy pretty well already.”
If Penelope had been worked up before, she was practically vibrating with excitement now.
“I know him? Oh my God, this is so huge. Is it Brendon from down in sex crimes? Or maybe James from counter-terrorism?” Penelope muses aloud, before her eyes go almost comically wide. “Holy hell, it’s Anderson, isn’t it?”
“It definitely isn’t Anderson, or any of the others, for that matter,” I laugh. “Do you want a hint?”
“What I really want is for you to just tell me, but if you insist on dragging this out then yes, I would very much like a hint!”
I cut my eyes over to where Spencer stands, and it’s impossible to miss the giddy grin on his face. So much for trying to remain subtle, Doctor Reid.
I fake like I’m looking around for anyone within earshot before motioning for Penelope to lean in. She’s quick to comply, and I do one last exaggerated sweep of the room.
“Alright then, here’s your hint,” I whisper into her ear. “He’s got an IQ of 187, and he’s a pretty kickass magician.”
I lean back and adjust the strap of my bag, sparing one last, parting glance at Penelope, whose jaw is practically on the floor.
“See you on Monday, Pen.”
“W-Wait, are you serious?” Penelope calls out after me. “Reid is your mystery man?! Y/N, get back here right now and explain yourself! Derek, did you hear that?!”
By the time I reach Spencer, Penelope’s voice fades into background noise as I focus all my attention on the way he smiles down at me. I link my hand with his and I’m vaguely aware of an increase in volume coming from Penelope’s direction, but I ignore in favor of smiling back at him.
“You ready to get out of here, boyfriend?”
Spencer squeezes my hand in his and he nods.
“Ready when you are, girlfriend.”
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