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pathologicalreid · 3 months ago

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for the fear of falling apart | part five

there's one last chance for everything to fall apart, but this time you aren't at the center of disaster - Spencer is

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who? spencer reid x jareau!reader category: angst content warnings: lots of future talk (marriage and pregnancy), takes place during 15x10 "and in the end", explosions, the chameleon arc, spencer's hospital stay, sibling loss, diana's alzheimers, canon cm violence word count: 7.34k a/n: so this is the last part! i can't resist doing an epilogue, so a cutie little "where are they now" part on the horizon, but this was always the way it was going to end. as always, telling me your thoughts is the sexiest thing you can do.

“She’s not a threat,” Spencer pointed out, carrying on a conversation with you while he adjusted the straps of your bulletproof vest, pulling it tightly around you to cover as much of your torso as possible. You’d complain about him taking away your ability to breathe but if it brought peace to his busy mind, you could sacrifice your full lung capacity.

You flattened your palm against the SWAT truck for support while he resumed tugging at the Velcro straps of your Kevlar, “Speak for yourself! You’re not the favorite stepdaughter of a woman that you can’t stand.”

Deciding your vest was as secure as it was going to get, Spencer stood up, sharing a look with the SWAT commander before turning his attention back to you, “Why are you the favorite stepdaughter again?”

Dramatically, you tilted your head back and looked at the sky, “Because JJ had a child out of wedlock. I’m the favorite by default.” It was funny to think of your stepmother choosing you as a favorite, but you supposed the pickings were rather slim. “Hey,” you continued, “There’s an idea.”

“Uh huh,” Spencer responded mockingly, “Pick a new subject, please.”

Rolling your eyes, you rested fully against the armored truck, scuffing your boots against the gravel driveway to Everett Lynch’s house. “You’re no fun,” you accused, trying to use your family issues as a discussion to pass the time before you had permission from Emily to put your plan into motion.

Spencer hummed in response, watching your sister as she answered her phone and hopefully received instruction from Emily. You didn't like lingering out here like sitting ducks, no matter how many armed agents there were with you.

Matching JJ’s gaze, she nodded to you and Spencer, letting you know that Emily had given the go-ahead.

Quickly, Spencer slipped his phone from his pocket and dialed the number that he had previously memorized. You heard the phone ring as he held it up to his ear, and then a woman’s voice came through, “No, Roberta my name is Dr. Spencer Reid and it’s important that you listen to me right now.” He fed the Lynch matriarch instructions over the phone, “Even though you have the gun, the moment your son realizes you’re not gonna shoot him, he’s gonna get the upper hand.”

You couldn’t make out her response, but based on the way Spencer’s eyebrows were pinched together, you worried he wasn’t getting through to her.

“Yes,” he answered over the phone, “but first you need to let Olivia walk out of there, okay?” The next step was simple enough, and not long after he spoke, you saw the teenager run out of the house.

JJ had the opportunity to take the Chameleon out earlier that day, but he’d used Olivia and her diabetes as a bargaining chip. You lingered with Spencer while JJ ran out to meet her, gently guiding her behind the barricade to the waiting ambulance.

Instinctively, you set your hand on your firearm as a single gunshot rang out from the house, “Roberta,” Spencer urged, “that warning shot is what’s about to give you away, but we can help. Are you ready for us to come in?” He waited almost too long before speaking again, “Roberta?”

He looked back at the SWAT captain as everything hinged on Roberta’s response, and when Spencer gave the order to breach, you took your spot next to the armored truck. Your instructions were very clear, you were in charge of Everett once he was apprehended, and JJ was in charge of Roberta.

Across from you, JJ’s phone rang, you couldn’t hear either end of the conversation, but you could see the fear in her eyes when she looked up at Spencer and all of the other SWAT agents headed toward the structure. You took a few steps forward, trying to follow after Spencer, but JJ shouted your name and caught your attention right as the bomb went off.

The blast warped your perception of time. You looked back at the house on fire before your eyes automatically searched for Spencer. Everything was moving in slow motion, but even so, there he was, on the ground. “Spence,” you yelped before scrambling forward, dropping to your knees at his side.

Spencer started to rise from the driveway, propping himself up on his elbows. He likely couldn’t hear you, based on the way your own ears were ringing while you checked him over for injuries.

“Are you okay?” You asked him anyway, “Baby, can you hear me?” He tried to sit up, but you settled your hands on his shoulders, “No, it’s okay, stay down.” You continued to speak to him, taking time to shout instructions for the now scrambled first responders.

JJ called your name again, causing your head to snap in her direction, “Your head is bleeding,” she told you, jogging toward you and Spencer.

You rose on shaky legs as your sister took your face in her hands, frantically checking the wound that you couldn’t feel. Waving away paramedics, you urged them to assist the downed SWAT agents instead of you, “It’s fine, Jayg,” you breathed, straightening yourself out and keeping an eye on Spencer.

“Are you feeling alright?” You whispered to Spencer, noting the lack of focus in his eyes, you resisted the urge to wave your hand in front of his face.

He hummed in response, “I’m fine.”

Unable to help it, you frowned at him. ‘Fine’ had been his only sensation from the moment you arrived at the hospital in Reno until now. ‘Fine’ was a term used by people who were avoiding any genuine emotion, and you couldn’t entirely blame him. Last you heard the casualty count from the explosion was up to seven – including Everett and Roberta Lynch.

He’d gotten an MRI at the hospital – not that you’d given him much choice – and it came back clear, so the rest of the team wasted no time in having the jet prepared to return to Quantico.

It wasn’t the silence that unnerved you, it was the absence of activity. Your sister sat in one of the chairs, periodically turning her head to check on you, Rossi and Matt had claimed their own spots throughout the aircraft, and you and Spencer were sequestered next to the galley. Everyone seemed to be disassociating from the events of the day.

You willed Spencer to pull a book out of his bag and start reading. You silently begged him to do something that you could find comfort in. Instead, he noticed you staring and leaned over to gently kiss the unmarred side of your forehead.

Taking a raincheck on Penelope’s vision-boarding, you made sure the two of you got home in one piece. “Do you need to clean it?” Spencer asked, gesturing to the mark on your forehead.

You kicked off your shoes in the entryway, rubbing the exhaustion from your eyes as he sat down on the couch. “No, maybe in the morning,” you responded. “Are you gonna come to bed?”

“In a bit,” he offered, leaning his head back to look at you one more time before you disappeared into the bedroom.

There were a lot of things about the day that didn’t make any sense, but the one thing you couldn’t wrap your head around was Everett Lynch’s suicide. Not to be mistaken with sympathy, you didn’t understand how his particular personality type could choose to blow itself up. He was too confident, too narcissistic for that.

The doubt kept waking you up, each time you hoped to find that Spencer had finally come to bed. Once the clock struck four in the morning and he still hadn’t come to lie down, you crawled out of bed, expecting to find him asleep on the couch.

Your heart dropped when you found him on the floor, dried blood crusted around his nose, deathly still.

Phone, phone, phone – where was your phone?

Grabbing his phone off of the coffee table, your head spun as you dialed 911, crouching next to him as you tried to make out the sound of his breathing.

In a four-in-the-morning fugue, you went through the motions, answering all of the dispatcher’s questions, all of the paramedic’s questions, and all of the nurse’s questions.

The emergency department nurse looked at you sadly, not much more than a pile of limbs in a stiff plastic chair, “Is there anyone I can call for you?”

Swallowing thickly, you shrugged in response. You wanted her to call everyone and no one at the same time, building up walls around yourself made of materials that you couldn’t name. You needed to call Emily. You needed to call Diana. Frowning at the nurse, you gave it another moment of thought before responding, ��My sister.”

JJ didn’t answer.

The nurse tried her twice and you called once from your phone, but there was no answer.

Spencer didn’t wake up. Dr. K didn’t seem confident that he would.

Like a metronome, the steady beeping of Spencer’s vital monitor nearly lulled you to sleep until the ringing of a phone interrupted the pattern. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and your stomach lurched at the realization that your sister was finally calling you back, “I have been trying to reach you all morning.”

Your sister was silent on the other side, and you wondered if you had come on too strong. “What happened?”

The world was falling apart around you. Your castle was crumbling with you in it. You looked longingly at Spencer before you answered, “I think he’s dying.”

Time passed in an inordinate pattern, convincing yourself that hours had passed when it had only been minutes. You had moved your chair to Spencer’s bedside, tracing the scar on the inside of his palm in time with the steady rising and falling of his chest.

“Have you been here all night?” Your older sister’s voice rang from the doorway, she didn’t wait to be welcomed in, immediately moving to the side of the bed opposite to you.

Your eyes followed her hand as she gently set a palm on his shoulder, her blonde hair curling around her face as she studied Spencer’s appearance. Quickly, she caught herself, straightening up and making her way around the bed so that she stood behind you, smoothing a hand through your hair like she did when you were just kids.

Penelope followed behind JJ on a delay, her skin paling at the sight of Spencer in the hospital bed. She stood at the foot of the bed, placing her hands on the footboard and taking several deep breaths.

“I went to bed without him last night. I wasn’t sleeping well, so when I woke up at four in the morning and he hadn’t made it to bed I went to see if he had fallen asleep on the couch, but he was just… on the floor,” You told them absently, watching Spencer as he slept and recalling the way you had found him in the apartment. His body contorted from falling on the ground with a puddle of blood beginning to gather beneath his head.

You couldn’t look at them. You couldn’t look away from him knowing that it could be the last time you see him alive. “What do you need?” JJ asked, continuing to smooth down your hair.

Clasping his hand in yours, you nodded to yourself reassuringly, “Can you call Brookfield? I need to talk to Diana. If she’s lucid enough, can you ask if they can bring her here? If he… she should be here.” Sinking into an abyss of unknowns, at the very least you knew that he’d want his mother here with him.

The two blondes shared a wary look, and you steeled yourself for a difficult conversation. Penelope left to call Brookfield on your behalf, but JJ stayed behind, dragging one of the plastic chairs over to the bed so she could sit next to you. “We got the casualty report back from the medical examiner in Reno,” she informed you; her voice was low – the tone she took up when she wasn’t sure how to navigate a situation.

You nodded in understanding, waiting for the bomb to drop.

“There were six SWAT agents, Roberta Lynch, and Orlando Gaines,” she told you gently, watching your face for any sign of a reaction.

You frowned, expecting her to add Everett Lynch to the tally later on for dramatic effect, but the moment never came, “Oh,” you breathed, looking at Spencer.

JJ continued to explain that, based on the blueprints of the house that he had pilfered from one of his victims, he had likely escaped using a tunnel system beneath the house. The Chameleon was in the wind, and Spencer might just be his latest victim. “We know he’s not done though,” JJ tried to reassure you, “He’ll resurface somewhere.”

“We don’t know where and we don’t know when, though,” you told her, an edge of despair creeping into your voice. He should’ve died. Everett Lynch should be dead, and you shouldn’t be sitting next to Spencer’s hospital bed right now. “And Spencer might die for no reason,” you added. There was a slight chance that you could, someday, find comfort in Spencer succumbing to injuries sustained in a blast that took out The Chameleon, but with Lynch still out there, you were struggling to find any glimpse of a silver lining.

Your sister looked at a loss for words, reaching out her hand and dropping it to your knee when you didn’t take it. She mumbled something about letting it go for Spencer’s sake, but Spencer was unconscious, if you held on to your grudge against your sister, he was none the wiser. It brought you back to something he had told you after Grace Lynch shot you – I don’t want you to forget your anger.

Glancing over at her briefly, you took a deep breath, “You should get back to Quantico – the team will need you to catch Lynch.”

“No,” she said, pinching her brows together, “I’m going to stay here.”

Pursing your lips, you gave her a sidelong glance, “Why?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you going to stay here, JJ? Do you want to stay at the hospital for my sake or for Spencer’s?” Keeping your hand tucked into his, you didn’t budge when she pulled her hand off of your knee, and even then, you had your answer. “I’m asking you to please, go back to Quantico and find Everett Lynch. Spencer will have me, his mom, and Penelope with him and I need you to find the person who did this to him. I’m asking you to go, so you aren’t staying for me.”

She was looking at you in pure disbelief, “Ducky, I don’t-“ She faltered, “I thought we were all friends again. You told me you understood where I was coming from.”

Nodding in agreement, you recalled the conversation you had with her while Spencer was with Cat Adams, “I told you I understood how you could be in love with him because I’m in love with him, but I have limits, JJ, and there comes a point where I just can’t understand why you keep using your love as a weapon.”

“I- I’m not,” she insisted, but you could hear the unease in her voice.

You shrugged, “Maybe it’s not your intention, but you are fighting a one-sided battle. You’re married and Spencer and I are engaged, and you have single-handedly destroyed our relationship.”

JJ scoffed in disbelief, “You and Spencer seem to be doing just fine.”

“I’m not talking about me and Spencer, I’m talking about me and you,” you corrected her. “At Rossi’s wedding, you told me that you had meant what you said to Spencer when you were in the pawn shop, and every day since then you have refused to give me the space that I’ve asked for.” Your hands shook as your eyes flittered between her and your fiancé, “You’re my big sister, JJ. You’re always going to be my big sister, and I am always going to love you because of that, but we aren’t friends, so don’t try to pretend you’re doing this for me.”

She tilted her head to the side, “I didn’t want space – you’re my sister.”

“But I needed space,” you emphasized, the one thing that JJ had never seemed to understand. You were the one who got hurt in the process, “I’m tired. I’m so fucking tired, and I can’t pretend to be your friend anymore while you can’t even be a decent sister. You tell me that you and Spencer have all of this history, that you’ve known each other for fifteen years, but you’ve been my sister for thirty-two. You keep asking for me to hear you out, and yet you haven’t once listened to me. Go back to Quantico, go find Lynch, and be my fucking sister.”

You couldn’t be friends with someone who had been long harboring a crush on your partner, and it didn’t make sense for you to make any exceptions for her. “Okay, I’ll um… I’ll go,” she told you, hesitating for a moment before she nodded to herself and walked out of the room. You knew what you told her stung, you were sending her out with her tail between her legs, but you didn't have the gracefulness to coddle her anymore.

Slowly, you leaned your head down, gently setting your chin on the sidebar of Spencer’s hospital bed, keeping a watchful eye on him even as tears streamed down your face.

Your eyes were dry by the time Diana arrived, being guided by one of her nurses and intercepted by Garcia, who had known better than to ask any questions when your sister left in a hurry. With your sight zeroed in on the rising and falling of Spencer’s chest, you listened to the conversation, “Oh, Diana, hi,” Penelope said, unable to hide the panic in her voice, “Hi, it’s Penelope. I work with Spencer. I’ve come to see you before,” she explained.

Garcia had tagged along multiple times to see Diana at Brookfield, which was likely why they were so receptive when she called the facility. “You’re almost as tall as I am,” Diana responded and your heart sunk, worried that she might not be stable enough to face this.

“Diana,” Penelope continued gently, “Spencer fell, and he hit his head really hard, and he’s not conscious.” Her words were carefully chosen to avoid raising any alarm.

“Well, let’s wake him up,” Diana insisted, and you straightened up at the sound of footsteps approaching, “Let’s see him.”

Penelope practically stumbled in behind her, “No, wait.”

His mother nodded, not even acknowledging you as she walked in, “He’ll listen to me… Spencer,” she called to him. Seconds later, you saw it, the moment the switch in her brain flipped and an internal war started, “it’s not him,” she murmured. “No. No, no, no,” the conviction in her voice broke your heart, “This is not my son.”

Silently, you sat back in your chair, trying to think of something you could say to her to reassure her, but you couldn’t even console yourself.

Then she reached out for his hand, turning his wrist over and exposing the inside of his wrist, the small star-shaped scar that marred his skin facing the ceiling, “Oh, my baby,” she breathed. “Oh, my baby,” she leaned over Spencer, smoothing his hair away from his forehead, cupping his face with her hands, and begging with an unknown force, “Oh, please.”

Unable to tolerate the sight of her begging for Spencer to wake up, you quietly got up from your chair, hugging your arms around yourself before walking out of the room.

For years, Diana and Spencer had been all each other had, and you couldn’t imagine what this was like for her. To have her son fighting for his life in the hospital while she spent every day trying to hold on to fleeting memories of him. You couldn’t watch her, afraid of losing him. It wasn’t supposed to work like that – parents weren’t supposed to have to bury their children.

You thought about calling your mom, knowing she’d drop everything and drive the four hours to come be with you, but maybe it would be cruel. It would be cruel to have her watch a parent lose a child when she had lost her own.

Leaning your head back against the taupe walls of the hospital, you glanced over at Penelope, giving her a stiff smile.

“Hey, you,” she said, shoving her laptop in her bag before making her way over to you. “How are you holding up?”

You laughed humorlessly, digging the heels of your hands into your eyes before looking back up at her, “I’m not entirely sure that I am.”

Her eyes were filled with grief, and you knew that she was another person in Spencer’s life who didn’t deserve more loss, “Can I get you anything? Have you eaten?”

Food had been approximately the last thing on your list of concerns today, but you hadn’t eaten since Reno yesterday. You shook your head, “I’m not hungry,” You were actually a bit queasy, but you weren’t entirely sure if you were nauseous from your current predicament or if it was because you hadn’t eaten anything. “Maybe later,” you tried to appease her.

“Okay,” she sighed, “I don’t know what happened between you and JJ, but I do know that something happened. I might not know what it’s like between sisters, but I do know what it’s like to be a sister.” Garcia gave you a soft smile, “Do you need to talk about it?”

Desperately. Your chest ached at the idea of being able to talk to someone else about what had gone down between you and your sister, but you shook your head, “I’m sworn to secrecy.”

The understanding expression on her face deepened the ache in your chest, but she reached out and pulled you into a hug, “I know the two of you will figure it out.” She pulled away, sweeping tears from under her eyes, “I know you said you’re not hungry, but I’m going to go down to the cafeteria and I’ll get you something to pick at. You look like you need it.”

You smiled at her concern and gave her a small wave as she made her way through the hallways. It was sweet that she had faith in the sororal bond between you and JJ – even more than you had, but you just didn’t see it the way she did. There had always been an expectation of you and JJ growing up that you’d always make up because you were the only sibling that each other had left.

That expectation had led to a lot of issues being swept under the rug, maybe too many issues, but you couldn’t forgive JJ, not fully. Even under the weight of the obligation to forgive her for the sake of your familial tie, you couldn’t let this one go. JJ had broken any semblance of trust between the two of you, and even if you worked to rebuild that trust, the cracks were always going to be there.

When you and Spencer had fought and you knocked a bowl off of the counter, he made a remark about how the bowl could be fixed with kintsugi, but the bowl would always have cracks, no matter how pretty the gold looked in the seams. You and JJ would never get back to where you had been, and now, you were sure that you didn’t want to go back.

Wiping a few stray tears from beneath your eyes, you nodded to yourself before walking back into the hospital room, introducing Diana and Dr. K before the doctor gave you some information, telling you that Spencer’s brain was bleeding.

Tilting your head to the side, “No, I made sure he got an MRI at the hospital. The doctor there told us it was completely clear,” you assured her, remembering how you refused to let Spencer board the jet without getting an MRI.

Dr. K nodded, “We got the scans sent over from the hospital in Reno, there’s a small bleed that was possibly overlooked. From what you’ve told me, it seems like they were overwhelmed and needed to get other people through,” she told you, making it seem like no more than a clerical error.

“So…” you dragged out the vowel, trying to wrap your head around this reality, “His brain’s been bleeding since yesterday?”

The doctor affirmed your suspicions, “Boarding a plane with even the smallest of brain bleeds can have catastrophic consequences. In Spencer’s case, it’s caused intracranial hemorrhaging. Parts of his brain are shutting down and other parts are struggling to survive.”

Your stomach flipped at the mention of his brain shutting down, the term was far too close to brain death for comfort, “Is he… is he already gone, then?” You asked, faltering over your words.

“No,” she gave you some reassurance, “There’s a chance that his brain bleed will resolve on its own.”

“But not a good chance,” you observed, taking Spencer’s hand in your own. “Is there anything that can be done?”

The doctor adjusted the tablet in her hands, “The conservative approach would be surgery. It may reduce the swelling around Spencer’s brain faster. There is risk, it could cause seizures and even more bleeding,” she explained to the both of you.

The image in your mind of brain surgery didn’t bring you any reassurance, you looked up at Diana. Until you and Spencer got married, she was his next of kin. Spencer didn’t have any kind of healthcare directive for a situation like this, and you weren’t entirely sure where to go from here.

His mom shrugged at you, shaking her head, “I thought it was Tuesday, and it’s not Tuesday. So, I can’t tell you,” she answered, looking at you helplessly.

Turning your head to Dr. K, you asked, “Could we have a minute?”

The doctor gave you both an understanding look before stepping out of the room.

“What would he want?” Diana asked you, looking at you expectantly, “I don’t want to make the decision.”

Abhorring the idea that you would be the one to make the decision, you looked up at Diana, “I’m not sure,” you admitted.

“He always says he trusts you the most,” she told you. “Oh, for years in his letters, he’d always talk about you. Even before you started dating – it was always about you in a way I’d never heard him talk about anyone,” she continued, nodding as if she were convincing herself. “If he trusts you that much, then I have no problem trusting you.”

You didn’t want it to be up to you, and before you had the opportunity to answer, the alarm on Spencer’s vital monitor started going off. “Oh my god,” You breathed, moving back to allow the nurses space as they crowded around Spencer’s bed.

“What’s happening to my boy?” Diana asked, placing her hands in front of her mouth in shock, “What is happening to him?”

Watching quietly as he seized, you listened to his mom cry out for him and decided you wanted to wait a bit longer before resorting to surgery.

Picking at the bread of the sandwich that Penelope had gotten you from the cafeteria, you found yourself more amenable to sipping at the water she had brought you than you were toward actually eating something. According to Garcia, the team was hot on Everett Lynch’s trail, but she wouldn’t give you any more details than that.

Periodically, Spencer’s hand would twitch, but you told yourself it didn’t mean anything. You tried not to get your hopes up, not until Dr. K said something reassuring.

With the doctor in the room, there were four pairs of eyes watching his every move, no matter how minuscule. You leaned back in the chair, gently tracing the lines in his palm, “His… his eyes are fluttering,” you observed aloud, not daring to look away, afraid your mind was playing tricks on you.

“That’s a good sign,” Dr. K said, leaning forward and observing the same thing as you.

Penelope inclined her head to look up at the doctor, “Is he gonna be okay?”

She looked uneasy, “He’s putting up one hell of a fight, but it’s still too early to know for sure,” she answered diplomatically, checking something on her tablet before excusing herself.

Shortly after, Garcia’s phone started to ring, she brought it out into the hallway, letting you know she’d be right back.

Leaving just you and Diana in the room with Spencer, you watched as she continued to smooth his hair back, being able to see the maternal gesture made your chest ache – you never knew how many more moments there would be. “Has he been here before?” She asked you, “In the hospital, like this?”

You nodded slowly, moving through a fog of exhaustion as the day came to an end, “Yes,” you told her, memories of Briscoe County bubbled to the surface.

“Were you there for him?” She continued, wondering if someone had been there for her baby when she couldn’t be.

You had sat around his hospital bed with Alex and Penelope, waiting for him to wake up while Penelope set up Doctor Who figurines throughout the room. “Yes,” you answered again.

“Oh,” she sighed, “How awful,” she commiserated.

While a corrupt precinct wasn’t a new concept to the BAU, that case had been particularly difficult on the team, and there had been a day, much like today, where you weren’t sure if you’d ever be able to tell Spencer you loved him again.

You didn’t tell him you loved him before going to bed last night.

“It was, actually,” you remembered, previously buried memories of time spent in hospital rooms. Months ago, your roles had been reversed, and Spencer had been the one begging you to wake up.

After a moment, Diana leaned forward a bit, “Spencer,” she spoke to him, “I saw some cumuliform heaps today. His favorite clouds,” She added the last bit for you, “I plucked that for him,” she explained as Penelope came back into the room. “Everything is up there, and we pluck what we want when we want, and we let go what we don’t.”

Penelope grinned, “That sounds very good. Okay, I am plucking a memory about Spencer’s eyes, and they are brown with gold on the outside,” she posited.

Diana hummed, “I think they’re gold on the inside.”

Tantalizingly slowly, Spencer’s eyes started to open, and your heart raced as a mix of emotions flooded through you. As your eyes met him, you smiled sadly and whispered, “Gold on the inside.”

“Hey,” Garcia said, the smile plain in her voice, “we were just plucking eye memories of you.”

He returned the smiles in the room, “I heard you.” Spencer hummed, “Forgot how much I loved those clouds, mom. You helped me remember.”

Diana grinned, any remaining trace of grief wiped from her face, “I did, huh?” Well, maybe I can come back tomorrow, and we can watch clouds together,” she offered.

“Am I still dreaming?” He asked rhetorically.

“Sweetie,” she cupped his cheek with a maternal gentleness, “You are very much alive.”

Once Diana was on her way back to Brookfield and Penelope – still not providing you with any details – left to go check in with the team, you rested your head on the armrest of his hospital bed, maintaining a watchful eye on him. “I love you,” you whispered to him after Dr. K left for the night.

He hummed, tired eyes looking back at you, “You’ve said that three times in the last ten minutes.”

“And?” You inquired, furrowing your brows.

The corner of his mouth quirked up, “And I love you too.”

You smiled at him, “Thank you for having a traumatic brain injury so I could delay my stepmother’s visit.”

At that, he fully grinned up at you, “It was all part of my plan.”

A thousand words rested on the tip of your tongue, asking him how he was feeling and about healthcare directives and how he chose his favorite cloud, but everything felt so important and so inconsequential at the same time.

“You should go home,” he spoke before you had the chance to, “Get some good rest, sleep in a real bed.”

You shook your head succinctly, “I’m gonna stay here.”

He raised his eyebrows, “The nurses will keep coming in all night and wake you up,” he insisted, knowing well enough that the hospital chairs did not make for a good night’s rest.

“Then it’s a good thing I don’t have anywhere to be but here tomorrow,” you told him, thumbing the fabric of his hospital blanket as you insisted on staying.

Spencer shifted slightly on the bed, trying to get a better look at you, “You need to take care of yourself.”

His concern comforted you, but you still shook your head, “If I don’t stay here next to you, I’ll drive myself crazy. This is the best place for me.” You picked your head up, reaching out to cup his cheek and smiling to yourself when he leaned into your touch. “What’re you thinking about?”

His head lolled lazily on the pillows, brown eyes – with gold on the inside – studying your features like he was trying to make sense of something in his muddled brain, “I had a weird dream.”

Most of the time, Spencer didn’t give credit to dream analysis, so when he had dreams that he deemed inexplicable, he’d make his head spin trying to find a logical reason. “Maybe it’s a side effect of the seizure medication they put you on,” you proposed, skimming the apple of his cheek with the pad of your thumb.

Spencer didn’t look convinced, “I saw people while I was unconscious.” His attempt at explaining gave you more insight on what he was struggling with, he had a complicated relationship with the concept of the afterlife.

“Oh, yeah?” You asked softly, hoping the two of you could talk it out.

He nodded almost indeterminably, “Strauss, Foyet, Gideon,” he elaborated, opening his mouth to add another name, but he faltered when the time came.

“Your brain was looking for manifestations of guilt,” you analyzed, each of those deaths had affected him in one way or another. “Using your past traumas against you,” you continued.

He still seemed unsure, “I’m not sure that’s all of it, some of it, sure, but…”

Your chest ached at the confusion in his gaze, “Was there someone else you saw?”

He sighed, leaning his head back against the pillows and looking at the dimmed fluorescent lights of the hospital room, “A little kid. A girl,” he told you, closing his eyes as if he was trying to recall the child from his dream.

“Well,” you considered it, “If your brain was using the other three as a manifestation of guilt, maybe the little girl is a manifestation of hope. The part of your subconscious telling you to stay formed her to represent the people you can still help.”

Spencer frowned deeply, looking at you again, “I guess I assumed there was a deeper meaning to it.”

You raised your eyebrows, “What else do you think it could be?”

“I thought…” he faltered, “I’m not sure.”

“Are you alright?” Spencer asked you, already starting to walk through Dave’s house to where everyone was gathering on the patio.

You stood in the foyer, pressing your lips together as you shifted the strap of your purse over your shoulder before finally hanging it up. Looking up at Spencer, you dropped your arms to your sides, “What?”

His eyebrows furrowed in concern, “I asked if you were alright. Are you?”

Your eyes widened, “Oh, oh yeah. It’s just weird, you know? Pen leaving,” the half-truth slipped easily from your lips.

“It feels like everyone’s changing except for us,” he said, returning to you in the foyer so that the two of you could walk outside together.

“Ha,” you said humorlessly, “Right.” Penelope was leaving, having decided that Silicon Valley was too far for her, but landing a job with a nonprofit in D.C. and leaving the BAU behind. Emily was house hunting in Denver, not for a permanent move, but for something for her to share with Andrew.

You and Spencer were staying with the BAU, he wanted to split time between consulting and teaching, similar to what he had done during his sabbaticals. “Well,” he ceded, “We’re not changing much.”

The two of you emerged onto the patio hand-in-hand, being on the receiving end of welcoming smiles that had an air of relief. Everyone was still in that phase of remembering how grateful they were to have him around every time they saw him. “How ya feeling, kid?” Rossi asked, standing around the table with Krystall.

Spencer set his hand on the small of your back before responding, “Feeling great, and I’m starting back next week. Can’t let the team be down two members,” he mused, looking down at you reassuringly.

Next to you, Tara scoffed, “Oh, come on, teaching and consulting? You’re making me look bad.”

“Just doing what I love,” Spencer replied candidly.

Luke raised his champagne, “Hey, I will drink to that,”

You prepared yourself to turn down a drink, thinking up an excuse until Penelope stepped out onto the patio, “Uh, you’re not supposed to start the festivities until the belle of the ball has arrived,” she jokingly protested, giving everyone a little twirl in a very Garcia-fashion.

Leaning into Spencer slightly, the two of you watched as Luke put his hands up in defense, “Don’t worry, okay? ‘Cause this is gonna be the first of many.”

“Penelope!” Kristy called out from across the table, “Congratulations! Here I thought we were coming to celebrate Dave’s retirement, but Matt said it’s your farewell party. And you had like a hundred offers,” she said, beaming from across the table.

Garcia waved her hand in faux humility, “Oh, that’s only if you round up, but yes,” she said excitedly. “Anyway, it’s a nonprofit, it’s close to here, and the dress code is all FBI conservative like I’ve been having to do,” she said, ignoring the doubtful looks that were shared around the table.

“I’m still in denial that you’re leaving,” JJ told her mournfully, a slight frown on her face.

Matt shook his head, “It won’t be the same without you.”

“Better not be,” Penelope scolded, her tone suggesting that she found the idea ridiculous.

Emily leaned over the table to clarify for Kristy, “Dave decided he wasn’t going to retire. He didn’t want the team to go through too much of a transition all at once.”

“That’s ‘cause Dave’s never gonna actually do it,” Krystall interjected, saying what many members of the BAU had also thought.

“Hey,” Rossi protested in mock offense, “Look, being with you all, doing what few others can, that’s where I belong.” He turned to Garcia, “But this night is not about me. To our beloved Penelope – a salut.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Luke and Penelope wander off to the patio, the two of them seeking out water. You made a mental note to ask her what it was about just as Spencer approached you, “Are you going to tell me what’s going on with you?”

You waved off his concern, making your way over to the house, hoping there were hors d’oeuvres remaining in the kitchen. “I’m fine, this is Pen’s night,” you explained to Spencer as he followed you.

“Right, that’s reassuring,” he responded sardonically, trailing close behind you through the kitchen.

Turning back to him, you pleaded, “Can you let this go? Just for now.”

Spencer frowned, “I thought we were working on our communication.”

Silently, you cursed him for bringing up your therapist’s – who was likely going to have a field day when she found out – tactics. “Spence,” you complained, hating how your voice sounded like a whine.

“Y/N,” he answered in kind.

Groaning, you looked around the kitchen before dragging Spencer into the pantry by his shirt. You flipped the light on and looked up at him, “I had my yearly physical this morning.”

He knew this, in order to remain eligible to stay in the field, everyone needed to have a yearly physical performed by an FBI physician. The concern on his face deepened, “I- Are you okay?”

“I’m pregnant,” you breathed, the words that had been balancing on your tongue for the better of the day. You wished you had been able to give him a better announcement. A card or a onesie, anything would have been better than turning Rossi’s pantry into a confessional.

Instantly, you saw the gears turning in his head as he tried to do the math, “That would mean…” he started, eyes widening as he came to different conclusions.

You nodded, “I’ve been pregnant. They couldn’t give an accurate estimate based on just the blood test and I’ve been trying to figure it out, but-“

“Eight weeks,” Spencer answered, the concern refusing to waver as he studied your appearance.

He was looking for signs and trying to remember symptoms, and you didn’t blame him. You had always assumed you’d have some idea, but you were so shocked that the FBI physician had insisted that you lay down before driving home.

The same surprise was pasted across Spencer’s face now, his hands tentatively placed on either side of your waist, thumbs hovering over your abdomen, “You were pregnant when the house blew up in Reno.” His voice solemn as he held back any excitement, “Did the doctor… is everything alright?”

“He said if anything had happened as a result of the blast, we’d know by now,” you offered some reassurance, having shared the same worry when you found out that morning. You wanted him to be happy, because once Spencer was happy about this, you could be happy.

Spencer shifted his weight, “But you made an appointment with an obstetrician, right?”

Slouching slightly, you looked up at him, “First thing Monday morning. Spencer-“

“If I had known, I never would’ve let you go to Nevada,” he interrupted, instantly protective.

“Spencer,” you startled him, “Are you happy?”

He paused and your chest ached more and more with every moment he remained silent, “Did you think that I wouldn’t be?”

You released a small sigh of relief, smiling at him sheepishly, “It’s just… it’s a surprise,” you offered quietly. “Is it awful timing?”

“No,” he insisted, pulling you in by the waist and wrapping his arms around you. He leaned his head down, tucking his face into the crook of your neck, “It’s perfect,” he reassured you. “I love you,” he whispered, voice muffled as he held you tightly – held you together.

The two of you remained that way until a knock at the door came, “Hey, uh,” Luke’s voice rang out from the other side of the door, “If you guys are doing freaky shit in Rossi’s pantry he’s gonna be pissed.”

Standing up straight, you clasped your hand over your mouth in an attempt to cover up your laugh. Spencer looked equally as amused, dropping a kiss to your lips before reaching behind you to open the door, revealing Luke and his impish grin.

He threw his hands up in the air, looking at the both of you as he walked backward out the door, “I was sent in to get you. Rumor has it they’re about to play the belle of the ball’s favorite song.”

You and Spencer shared a knowing look, “Heroes,” the both of you said in unison.

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mindmelter · 23 days ago

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A Body Stealer Tale: A Capture To Remember

When I arrived in Italy, I found out my camera was broken from the travel. Frustrated, I wandered through Italy until I found a small, dusty shop tucked between old buildings. Inside, an elderly shopkeeper offered me an old camera model, calling it "special." I was desperate, so I bought it, not realizing just how “special” this camera would actually be.

I’d only been in Italy for a day when I spotted him—an absolute Adonis. I was just wandering through the cobbled streets of the old town, camera in hand, getting lost in the architecture and the vibes, taking photos of every old building I saw. Suddenly, there he was: this hot Italian guy walking alone past me. I couldn’t resist. I knew it was a little risky, but I raised my new camera to grab a quick shot of him without him noticing.

I mean, I would never see him again after that, so I should as well capture the moment to remember.

But then, the moment I pressed the shutter, there was a flash of bright light. It wasn’t from my camera. It was like a white ball of light bursting out from the man's back and zipping straight into my camera, vanishing without a trace.

And before I could even gasp, his whole body crumpled like a pile of clothes, totally hollowed out. I blinked, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. I mean, there was this whole empty Italian guy lying there on the street—skin, hair, face, everything—but no bones, no organs, nothing inside. Just a bodysuit.

I just stood there, completely dumbfounded, staring at the bodysuit that had been a whole man only seconds before. Luckily, there was no one on the street but me, which honestly was a miracle. My heart was racing, but curiosity got the better of me. I glanced around, making sure I was alone, and slowly crouched down, reaching out to touch the hollowed man's face. It was surreal, it felt smooth, soft, and very real, I mean... it was real. As I caressed his stubble beard and admired his slack empty face, I noticed an opening on his nape. Curious, I pulled his sagging head by the hair and noticed a small opening on his back, it was the exact place where the ball of light had come out of him.

An idea popped into my head—completely insane, but somehow, I knew I had to do it. Before I could second-guess myself, I slipped off my shoes and started undressing right there on the sidewalk. Yeah, risky, but I wasn’t gonna let this opportunity slip away.

One leg at a time, I stepped into the suit's open hole, pulling his muscular calves and thighs over my own legs. The fabric—no, the *skin*—wrapped around me like a second layer. I could feel his muscles molding to my shape as I slid my arms into his and finally tugged his handsome face over mine like a mask.

Then… something amazing happened. I could feel the strength of his body taking over, the weight of his muscles filling me up, the opening in his back closing, and even his face settling into place over mine. I wasn’t just wearing him—I *was* him.

I glanced down and saw those fit pecs, those ripped abs, and a big flaccid cock that now belonged to me. The guy was very hung, I thought.

I couldn't help but give my new cock a few strokes. I chuckled at the thought of someone walking and seeing this stud jerking off naked on the street.

But I wasn't in the mood to spend my new hot body in an Italian jail, so I grabbed the man's jeans from the ground and pulled them back up. His wallet fell out of his pocket, so I grabbed it and looked for his ID.

"Luca Moretti, 23 years old," It said.

Well, I guess that's my new name for now, I thought as I put a shirt on.

I grabbed the camera from the ground and looked at the lens, my eyes squinted as I tried to look inside for any sign of life, "Hello? Do you hear me?" I waited for a response and chuckled at how ridiculous I looked talking to a camera. I was about to put it inside my backpack when I heard a distant voice in my head. It was a male voice, and it was screaming in Italian.

"Che cazzo sta succedendo? Non sento più nulla… posso solo vedere attraverso questa maledetta lente! Ma cosa mi è successo? Sono intrappolato qui dentro? Non può essere vero… Aiuto! Qualcuno mi tiri fuori da qui, vi prego!"

I couldn't understand what he was saying—I don't speak Italian! I gazed into the lens, letting a look of gentle compassion soften my new features.

"I'm sorry man, I can't understand what you're saying. But it looks like that's your new home now. Your body is mine and It's going to be so fun being you, I hope you don't have a girlfriend because I'm really going to put this ass to use. But don't worry though, I will make sure you get some company soon."

I put the camera inside my backpack and casually walked away as if I’d always been him. I’d never felt this confident in my life, and proof of that was the huge bulge I proudly displayed in my jeans. This is going to be one unforgettable trip.

Next time, I won't be taking photos of old buildings, but of hot men whose bodies I want to capture.

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dorabellingham · 16 days ago

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Provocations

warning: sexual intentions

characters: jude x fem!reader

summary: when he's with some friends at home playing FIFA and you have the brilliant idea of teasing him

may contain spelling and translation errors!

The night was warm, and the living room of Jude's house was occupied by a group of his friends, all focused on a game of FIFA. Laughter and competitive comments echoed through the room, while he held the controller tightly, his eyes fixed on the screen. The competition was fierce, and he was determined to win, but little did he know that there was another distraction about to appear.

You were there, but you weren't really in the mood to talk. You knew Jude's competitive spirit well and knew how much he enjoyed a good game with his friends, but at that moment, the idea of teasing him seemed more interesting than simply watching them play.

With light steps, you entered the room and casually leaned on the arm of the couch, observing your boyfriend's friends and giving him a mischievous look, who didn't take his eyes off the screen. You smiled discreetly and decided it was time to make him aware of your presence in a way that would be hard to ignore.

You moved closer and stood behind him, placing your hands lightly on his broad shoulders, beginning to give him a slow and carefree massage. At first, Bellingham seemed oblivious to your attempt to distract him, completely focused on the game. But you didn't give up. Your fingers slid lightly over his shoulders and began to make circles, going down to the back of his neck, and you leaned a little closer, enough for him to smell your perfume.

Jude finally looked away from the screen for a second and, out of the corner of his eye, saw your provocative smile. He tried to maintain his composure, but his hand on the controller trembled slightly. You noticed and stifled a laugh.

—Babe....

He murmured, in an attempt to warn, but your mischievous smile only widened.

His friends noticed his distraction and took advantage to joke.

—Hey, Bellingham, focus on the game! Are you afraid of losing?

One of them teased, laughing, while the others continued playing without noticing the situation that was unfolding around Jude.

—I’m not losing focus!

He replied, trying to hide it, but you intensified your “tactic” without caring what the others would think. You slid your hands gently down his arms and, this time, leaned in a little closer, so close that your hair lightly brushed against his face.

He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the proximity, but the truth was that his concentration was starting to slip. While his friends were busy discussing the next goal, you took the opportunity to whisper close to his ear:

—Are you really that focused on this game, darling?

Jude shifted a little, giving you a reprimanding look, but he knew he was losing control.

—Y/n, you know I… I’m trying to play.

He replied, trying to stay calm and focused, but your smile only made it clear that you knew exactly what you were doing.

You giggled and continued massaging his shoulder, but now even more slowly, while risking a few glances at the screen. In a moment of distraction, Jude pressed the wrong button, and his character made an absurd movement on the screen. His friends burst out laughing, taking advantage of his mistake.

—Hey, Bellingham! What happened there? Did you lose your concentration?

One of them joked, and everyone laughed even harder.

Jude looked at you with a look that mixed a certain desperation with a hint of amusement. You shrugged, feigning innocence, but you couldn’t help but smile when you saw that he was clearly trying to resist the provocation.

You decided that you could make the attack a little more obvious. You moved to his side and, with a very casual expression, settled next to your boyfriend, as if you were interested in the game. When Jude realized you were even closer, he sighed, trying to regain his concentration, but you leaned in a little, now with your hand on his knee, tracing small circles with your finger in a carefree way. He let out a low laugh, knowing you wouldn't give up easily.

—You're really trying to make me lose, aren't you?

He whispered, as he tried to resist her touch. You just smiled and gave him an innocent look.

—Me? I'm just here enjoying the game like anyone else.

But now you raised your hand a little, very slowly, and Jude began to get visibly restless, letting out a sigh or two and moving his shoulders to hide it. Of course, his friends noticed.

—Mate, if you can't focus, we're going to have to take you out of the game!

One of his friends said, laughing, and the others continued playing. Jude tried to compose himself, but it was too late. He completely lost his concentration, his character on the screen making a series of clumsy moves, and his friends burst out laughing.

—Okay, okay, you win.

He said to you, surrendering with a smile.

You laughed, satisfied, and got up from the couch, walking away from him with a victorious air. Jude shook his head, amused by the situation and trying to explain to his friends that, clearly, you had some "influence" on his performance at that moment.

As soon as the game ended and his friends finally stopped teasing him for losing so clumsily, Jude got up from the couch with only one thought in mind: sweet revenge. He glanced in the direction where you had disappeared, a mischievous smile appearing on his face as he quickly said goodbye to his friends, claiming that he had something to resolve. They laughed, making jokes and teasing him even more, but he was determined to catch up with you.

He walked through the house in search of you, and soon found you in the kitchen, distracted, playing with your cell phone and with a smile of someone who knew 'she had won'. Bellingham approached slowly, his steps silent as he positioned himself right next to you. When you noticed his presence, you looked at him with that look of someone who knew exactly what he had done. He crossed his arms and stared at you, his eyebrow arched.

—So that’s it? —He asked, with a hint of playfulness and a feigned indignation in his tone. —After you got what you wanted, you walked away from me?

You let out a low laugh, feigning innocence.

—Me? I don’t know what you’re talking about.

You replied, tossing your hair back and shrugging.

Jude smiled, moving a little closer, and before you could step back, he wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to him.

—I think you know very well what I’m talking about.

He murmured, his eyes shining with the same mischief that you had used to distract him minutes before.

Without giving you a chance to respond, he began to trace soft kisses down your neck, letting his hot breath touch the sensitive skin. You shivered at the contact, but tried to maintain control, still maintaining that provocative smile. He, in turn, knew that you wouldn't resist for long. Your lips brushed lightly, leaving small wet kisses, and his fingers wandered along your waist, rising slightly to the middle of your back.

—Jude…

You tried to protest, but your voice came out a little weak, betraying the effect he had on you.

He smiled against your skin and answered in a hoarse whisper.

—Now it's my turn to tease, don't you think, sweetheart?

He slid a hand up to your face, lifting it slightly so that he could look at you. You bit your lip, unable to hide the intensity of the look he received.

And, still holding your face, Jude shortened the distance between you, bringing his lips closer to yours in a slow tease, almost kissing you, but stopping every second, maintaining the tension. You sighed impatiently, and he finally gave in, kissing you for real, with intensity, as if making up for lost time.

The kiss was deep and involving, and you both gave in at that moment, forgetting any previous provocation, just enjoying each other's presence. Your hands intertwined in his curls, and Jude pulled you even closer to him, feeling his heart race.

When you finally separated, you were both breathing heavily, and you gave him a look that mixed amusement and surrender.

—Maybe I really got what I wanted...

You murmured, still smiling.

Jude laughed, caressing your cheek affectionately.

—Then I guess we're even.

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wcnderlnds · 19 days ago

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drive ins and twinkie kisses | peter maximoff

・❥・ summary: peter takes you to the movies and uses his favourite snack to make a move ・❥・word count: 1.2k ・❥・warnings: none really. just kissing. ・❥・ authors note: i haven't wrote in a week because i've been sick but this idea came to me after some shenanigans in the evanverse server so <3

The new drive-in opening had been the latest buzz around town. Anywhere you went, everyone was talking about it to the point that you needed to go check it out yourself. All your friends had already been and were raving about it but you? Well, you didn’t exactly have anyone to go with. The night your friends had gone, you’d been on a mission with the X-Men so, although they’d invited you, you’d had to decline. The frown on your face anytime someone brought the drive-in up was enough to melt even the coldest of hearts including Peter Maximoff. Now, he wasn’t heartless – not at all but he wasn’t one to cave in just by seeing a pretty face. He had resisted for as long as he could but he couldn’t take it anymore when he saw you sat looking miserable when you had yet to pass up another opportunity to go.

“Okay, fine,” he sighed heavily, arms folded across his chest as he appeared in front of you in a blur of silver. “I’ll take you but don’t make a big deal about it or anyth- oof.”

Peter stumbled back slightly as you threw yourself at him, arms wrapping around his midsection while you hugged the life out of him. His hands hovered in the air, awkwardly wondering what the hell to do with them. Not that he would ever admit it to anyone - other than Kurt because for some reason he liked to tell him everything - Peter wasn’t the best when it came to physical affection or relationships. Maybe it was the lack of experience. Or maybe he was just a complete idiot whose brain short circuited at the feeling of another person touching him. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been in relationships before. He had but they hadn’t lasted longer than a few months before he lost interest or they got fed up with his consistent need to be moving. With you, you seemed to have captivated his interest the moment he met you. He remembered the day so vividly – how you’d walked into the mansion looking lost, almost scared. He’d been zooming through the halls but had come to a comedic halt when he spotted you. Introductions had been made thanks to him worming his way into Hank who had been giving you a tour of the place and it had gone from there.

Peter found himself wanting to make you smile. On those dark, dreary days where he got lost in his own mind, the image of you smiling could always make things seem a little brighter. The fact you’d been moping around the mansion for the last week just didn’t sit well with him at all. If he had to take you to the drive-in himself then so be it. He could totally sit through a movie with you. Totally.

…so, maybe he couldn’t. Being in a car in the first place was enough for him to go on a rant about how he was much faster and cars were pointless to him but then there was the fact that he had to sit still for at least two hours. It was enough to drive the poor man crazy. A form of torture. His eyes darted around the place, the car full of all the candy wrappers the two of you had been eating since you’d first drove in. His deep brown eyes zoned in on you, the corners of his lips quirking up into a soft smile. Just watching you focus on the movie was enough to calm him, the knee he’d been bouncing up and down slowly coming to a halt. How was it you could make him such a mess yet so calm at the same time? Realising he should probably stop staring at you before he seemed like a creep, he eyed the last Twinkie sitting in the middle of you both.

His hand reached out to grab it but you must have had the same thought because he felt your fingers brushing against his. Peter instantly looked up, his eyes catching yours. “You tryna steal the last Twinkie from me, huh?”

“You were trying to steal it from me!” You protested, cheeks flushing. The feeling of his fingers touching your skin still sending shockwaves through you.

“Me, steal? Never. Can’t believe you’d accuse me of such a thing.”

“Okay, Mr Kelpto.”

Using his super speed, Peter quickly snatched the Twinkie, unwrapping it. “Okay, here’s an idea. I’ll eat from one end and you eat from the other. I won’t even cheat and use my super speed to eat more than you,” Peter stuffed one end in his mouth before you could reply, his hand gesturing for you to take the other end.

Peter could feel his heart beating a mile a minute as he began to chew the sugary treat. The closer the two of you got to the middle, the more he realised how stupid of an idea it was. Like, really? What did he think was going to happen? That was the problem – he didn’t think. Peter got an idea and rolled with it without really thinking next. He was almost certain his heart was about to beat out of his chest and fall into his lap as his face got closer to yours. Then he felt it, your lips gently brushing against his as the two of you ate the final piece. That was all it took for his brain to once again short circuit. Throwing all caution to the wind, his hand reached behind the back of your neck to pull you closer, eyes closing at the sensation of your lips against his. The kiss was cautious at first, Peter’s soft lips moving slowly against yours but when he felt your hand resting on his thigh, he gained the confidence to test the waters a little bit more. His tongue darted out across your bottom lip hoping and praying you wouldn’t push him away. When you parted your lips, he felt like he was actually going to ascend into the heavens. There was no way this was actually happening. Was he about to wake up and find out he was dreaming the whole time? He damn well hoped not.

Peter finally, eventually pulled away. His forehead rested against yours, a breathless laugh passed his lips. He took in your face, the slight red tint to your cheeks, your swollen lips and messy hair – he was making sure to take a mental photograph to look back on. This wasn’t something he wanted to forget anytime soon. Not that he wanted to ruin the moment but he had to speak. The silence unsettled him.

“Lady and The Tramp ain’t got nothin’ on us, babe,” he finally pulled away. He gently smoothed your hair down, reluctantly pulling his hand away from you. The music playing in the background caught his attention. His eyes darted to the movie screen seeing the credits rolling. “Oh, shit. We missed the end.”

“...eh, I’m not complaining,” your hands rested on the steering wheel as if you needed to ground yourself from that Earth shattering kiss. The only thought in your brain was how badly you wanted to do it again.

“Yeah? Should I start carrying Twinkies around with me everywhere now?” He raised his brows, leaning back against his cheek with a smirk.

“Yeah, you definitely should.”

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nightwngz · 3 months ago

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Oh my beloved, here's a little idea for you!

'Am I the asshole for dating my best friend's ex?' Where Barry absolutely couldn't let slip the opportunity to have Hal's pretty ex for himself, well, she doesn't belong to him anymore right?

Like, he sees that she's so sad because of the breakup and he's just so nice, gentle, kind with her, why not give him a chance? Barry knows that it must sucks to not have someone to kiss :(((

— 𝓔𝐱 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 ✩!!

barry allen x fem!reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀… Smut. Dirty talk. Fingering, p in v.

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. . . no copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.

𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲. . . as I said in my other posts, English is not my first language. I have tried to make corrections with the translator, but as you all know, it is prone to making mistakes, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or if anything sounds weird.

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲. . . Omg, omg! You practically read my mind because Barry is practically my current obsession. By the way, sorry for the delay, dear, I didn't quite know how to write it. 💗

Barry and Hal have always been best friends. They got along so well that even when you were dating Hal, it never occurred to you that Barry might betray his trust, not even if you suggested it yourself.

And after spending so much time going out with your friend and sharing dinners, lunches, and breakfasts, with a bit of a hangover in between, you started to think that Barry could also become a good friend for you.

Even after you broke up with Hal, Barry continued to stand by your side, supporting and indulging you.

Though you never suspected him of double-dealing, Barry remained neutral about your breakup. It's not that he didn't care about Hal; in fact, he had more than once questioned whether he was doing the wrong thing by approaching you, even after you and Hal had ended things.

But yes, he was a complete asshole for approaching you in the first place, and he was even more of an idiot for falling in love with his friend's girlfriend in the first place.

He had fantasized about Hal's girlfriend countless times, and many of those times he had to restrain the desire to touch himself by thinking of you, so as not to betray him.

But it wasn't until he saw you crying on the floor of your apartment with a bottle of alcohol in your hand that he realized you were no longer his best friend's girlfriend. The relationship had ended, and although you were still dealing with the aftermath of the breakup, there was nothing that alcohol and other distractions couldn't alleviate.

"Hal is my friend, but sometimes he can be a real jerk. Don't worry, if you need to vent, go ahead," he suggested, trying to be friendly.

However, when you took his lips without permission as a means of release, Barry neither objected nor resisted. He thought that given your situation, it must be terrible not to have anyone to kiss.

Sad thoughts about Hal vanished the moment Barry's tongue entered your mouth. Maybe it was just what you needed to forget, since not even he, as your ex's best friend, seemed to care what Hal might think, and even less so did you.

Barry had inevitably thought of Hal. He couldn’t help but remember his friend while his ex-girlfriend’s tongue slid into his mouth and he felt her hips moving until she was straddling his belt. However, he didn’t stop; in fact, the thought that she no longer belonged to him crossed his mind, which only drove him to continue.

It was too late to regret when he felt your hands sliding down his hips, pulling at his clothes. He couldn't resist pushing you onto your back, landing on top of you and pinning your body against the couch.

He kissed you desperately as if you were his last meal, holding you tight with his hands and his tongue on your mouth, exploring every inch of your skin that was still hidden under the fabric he hastily removed.

Even as he slid his fingers aside your underwear, without removing it completely, to enjoy caressing your wet crotch, he smiled. He knew he had what he so desperately wanted, like a whimsical child with his new toy.

"Did Hal miss out on all this? Too bad for him that now I have to take care of this tight pussy." He whispered in your ear with a grin, licking his fingers gently so you could hear the obscene sound close up.

And finally, when he got inside you so deeply that tears welled up in your eyes at the intrusion, you felt completely convinced that you had done the right thing by breaking up with Hal, something that Barry also agreed with. You smiled at the thought that he had taken advantage of the situation and looked at him, convinced that he had orchestrated the whole thing for his own benefit.

"Don't look at me like that, honey. It's not my fault that Hal missed how deliciously tight your pussy feels. . ."

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enhaheeseung · 1 year ago

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Come back to me - L. HS

Pairing: heeseung X fem reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, angst, crying.

WC: 2,889k

Part twelve

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“Heeseung?” You say, bewildered by his sudden appearance. The last thing you expected was for him to show up at your house.

“Hi, y/n,” he says softly. “Can we talk for a little bit?” You give him a nod. He smiles and turns around to close your door while you take the opportunity to hide the pregnancy test inside one of the pillowcases. “May I?” He gestured to the empty space on the bed beside you.

“Sure,” you scoot to the side, allowing him to sit next to you. “The other day when I walked out, I’m sorry, and I’m sorry for not saying anything. I was just going through some things.”

“I understand.” You patted his shoulder softly, the small touch making him feel at ease as it did you. You just missed him so much that you couldn’t resist touching him and you scooted closer to his side, desperately needing to feel his presence and warmth again.

He looked over at you, eyes as soft and vulnerable as they could be, one of the many things he absolutely adored about you was just how understanding you were at all times. “I brought you a little something,” he said, holding up the little booklet that had been in his hand since he came in. “Can i show it to you?”

“Sure,” you smiled.

“Okay.” he took a deep breath, opening up the book, revealing a multitude of different pictures of you guys on various occasions.

You gasped when you saw the first picture. It was the two of you together at prom. “Hee,” you said quietly, already becoming emotional.

“I never told you this or anyone, but that night, I knew you were the one I wanted to marry,” he smiles, tracing his thumb over the photo. “Even though you spilled punch on my tux and I stepped on your toe during the slow dance,” he chuckled while pointing to the next picture. “This was when we graduated together, and I finally got the courage to ask you out later at our celebration party that night. I couldn’t decide what made me happier, graduating or you being my girlfriend, but now I can confidently say asking you out was the best thing I’ve ever done in my life, well next to asking you to marry me.”

You stared at him fondly, a small laugh escaping your lips as you took a trip down memory lane.

To hear your laugh again was one of the best things ever. It’s been so long that he almost forgot what it even sounded like, and after today, he’d never take your happiness for granted.

“Best day of my life.” he flipped the page, showing you both on your first day of college together. “The day I proposed, and you said yes,” he unknowingly placed his hand on your knee, rubbing it softly. “You remember how everyone thought we were crazy for getting engaged so young, but little did everyone know that we were already madly in love. We were so obsessed with each other it’s like no one else in the world even existed except for you and me.” he glanced up at you briefly before moving to the next page. “And then the big wedding day, I still remember it like yesterday. I couldn’t stop crying to save my life, and then when you came down the aisle, you looked so beautiful I thought I might faint.”

“Oh, hee,” you sighed softly, resting your head on his shoulder and looking at him with tears in your eyes, prompting his eyes to get teary as well. “And then when we kissed, you did faint.” You laughed through your tears.

“But you caught me and saved me like the angel you are.” he rested his head on top of yours, kissing you softly. “That night my life was complete, the night you made me yours, and I made you mine.” he closed the booklet, leaning back to look in your eyes. “My angel,” his eyes sparkled with tears. “And then I ruined everything.”

“No, no, no,” you turned towards him, immediately cupping his cheeks and wiping the endless tears that flowed from his eyes.

“I’m so sorry.” his shoulders shook the harder he cried, and it killed you to see him so sad and so weak. “I’m sorry that hurt you, and I’m sorry for all the mistakes I made, and I hope you can forgive me,” he sniffed. “I’m just so lost without you.”

“Come here,” You didn’t have to tell him twice. He immediately leaned into your arms, sobbing like a newborn baby as you stroked his back reassuringly.

“I don’t deserve you.” he clutched onto your shirt, holding you tightly.

“Stop, hee, please don’t say that you’re a wonderful husband, okay?”

“Not anymore.” he buried his head on your shoulder, shaking his head back and forth in denial.

“Yes, you are. I know you’ve made mistakes, but you apologized, you’re sorry and that’s all that matters okay? you showed me that even after everything, you’re still the same man I said yes to. You’re still the same man who took me to prom, the same man who asked me out, and the same man who kept his promise in high school and married me.” You pulled away from the hug, looking him directly in his eyes. “Heeseung, you’re the same man I fell in love with, and after today, I think I fell for you even harder.”

His tears began to subside, a smile gracing his pouty lips even though he tried his best to hold it in, but it was impossible when the love of your life loved you just as much as you love them. “Really?” His frown returned as more tears threatened to spill out from his eyes. “You still love me even after I messed everything u-“

You cut his words with a kiss, your thumbs stroking his cheek as you deepened the kiss. It took him a few moments to return it out of pure shock, but soon enough, his lips were working in sync with yours, and he melted. You were so gentle and loving with the kiss that it made his knees feel like they would give out any minute. Lucky for him, he was sitting; otherwise, he would have fallen.

He gripped your shirt, his fingertips tracing your waist as he leaned in to feel more of you. “Y/n I love you too I love you so much” he talked in between kisses breath hot and heavy as you tangled your hands in his hair making him gasp.

“Missed you” You straddle his waist hands tugging in his hair as he groans into your mouth, and you couldn’t help but hump against him, your core needy with heat and arousal.

“Not more than I missed you,” he moaned into your mouth, the warmth of your core exciting him beneath his trousers, and soon enough, you felt something stiff under you, fueling you to grind against his bulge with more urgency.

“Hee,” you moved your kisses to his jawline, licking just beneath his earlobe where you knew he was the most sensitive.

“Oh,” he moans, hands slipping to your backside as he guides your hips, rocking you back and forth on him. “You’re so soft,” he says, roaming every inch of your body until his hands cup your soft breasts, kneading them as you make out with his neck. “Missed the way you feel,” he gulped harshly as you worked your hips in rough, needy circles.

As much as he wanted this to continue, he had to stop just to make sure. “Wait, wait, wait,” he pulled you away from you despite you trying to chase his cheery red lips.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, concern laced in your tone.

“Nothing, it’s just.” he lowered his head, his grip on you loosening. You held onto him tighter the moment he felt like he was slipping away. “Are you sure you want to do this? With me? I know we have been apart for a while, and maybe there’s someone else, or maybe you’d lik-“

“Are you done?” You asked, lips hovering over his as he whimpered out a small yes. “And to answer your question, I’ve never been so sure. What about you?”

“A thousand percent sure don’t want anyone else but you.” he leaned forward, connecting your lips together. “This okay?” He rushes out, hands gliding under your shirt.

“Yes, hee, you don’t even have to ask. I’m yours, all yours,” you moan, pulling on his hair, desperately rutting on his clothed cock. “Always been yours.”

“Me too, angel, I’m all yours.” he cups your breast, massaging them softly, his warm thumb pads playing with your nipples that got erect under his touch.

You threw your head back as his lips danced across your warm skin. He kissed your exposed chest, running his tongue along the perfect dip in your collarbones.

He groans, bucking his hips to meet yours. “Need more hee.”

“Arms up, angel,” you obey, immediately lifting your arms as he grips the hem of your shirt and tosses it across the room, your perfect mounds staring back at him as he sucks a nipple into his mouth, humming in satisfaction.

He slips his hand inside your waistband, feeling up your backside. The warmth of his hand meeting your bare skin made a shiver run down your side, your panties getting wetter by the moment.

He flicked his tongue on your nipple, working you up to the point of no return as his hand pulled and squeezed on your right breast.

“Feels so good, hee,” he moans against your chest, releasing your nipple with a quiet pop sound before switching to the other and repeating the same actions.

“Yeah?” He seamlessly gripped your thighs, hoisting them around his waist as he laid your back down on the mattress and hovered over you. He rolled his hips, sticky precum seeping through the thin material of his slacks as he ruts against your warm core, his mouth latching onto your neck while he pinches your nipples softly. “How about now?”

“Even Better.” You tilt your head back, giving him access to every inch of your neck as your hands travel to his butt, helping him move back and forth.

He smiles at that, leaning back momentarily to slip his shirt off, joining yours on the other side of the room.

You gasped when he revealed himself, and your brows furrowed with worry when you saw just how thin he had gotten since you’d been apart. “Hee,” you whisper as your hands meet his chest.

He leaned down, resting on his elbows, giving your forehead a kiss before lacing your hands together and pressing his chest against yours. “Missed you so much you have no idea, couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, didn’t even work while you were gone.” he hid his face in your neck, peppering you with soft kisses.

“Hee, I’m so sorr-“

“Shh, it’s not your fault. Besides, I’ve never felt better in my life,” he reassured you, quickly getting back into things by nipping on your shoulder, making you gasp as you arched your back, pressing your core against his groin.

“Angel, I need to feel you” he squeezed his eyes shut tightly, hissing as he rubbed his leaking cock over your pajama-clad heat.

“Me too,” you confess. “Take me hee, make me yours”

He quickly shuffled off the bed, easily removing his bottoms.

The sight of his cock made you clench down around nothing as you gripped the sheets tightly, impatiently waiting for him to undress you and make love to you. “You look better and better each time, my love.” You stroked his cheek once he was back on top of you, and you could have sworn you saw him go red.

“T-thank you” he whispers, his hands gripping the hem of your pajamas and underwear pulling them off at the same time, he wishes he would have prepared himself for the sight before him but even then he still would have been left completely breathless by your beauty. “You look so pretty.” He compliments.

“Thank you,” you reply as you both laugh softly, and just like that, you’re both baring to each other, but he doesn’t rush anything, and neither do you. He slowly lays over you, tucking some hair behind your ear as he kisses your temple and you wrap your legs around him.

He tilts his head to the side, silently asking you for a kiss. As his lips meet yours, he drags his shaft along the length of your entrance, soaking himself in your essence, the thick head of his cock teasing your hole every time he moves his hips.

You take turns gently sucking on each other's tongues, your hands on his back leaving little claw marks as he grips the sheets from the sting mixed with pleasure.

After countless rolls of his hips, he comes to a stop, his tip slowly easing inside you as he pushes forward. “Oh,” he loses the rhythm of the kiss parting from you due to the overwhelming amount of pleasure as he sinks inside.

“Hee,” your nails dug into his back, harsher than before, your walls pulsating on his cock as he enters you inch by inch filling you up till there’s no more space and you’re completely stuffed full of his thick girth.

He nuzzles his face against yours, toes curling as he starts out slow. “Angel, you feel so good, so warm,” he whines right next to your ear, his body shuddering as his tip makes out with your cervix.

You closed your eyes, head rolling back from the sheer intensity of the moment. You felt so overwhelmingly full, and it just kept getting better with every stroke. His tip was fillling you out so perfectly, leading the way for the rest of his thick length to massage your wet walls. “Don’t stop, hee, please.” You clung onto him for dear life, never wanting to let him go cause he felt too good.

“I won’t. I promise I w-won’t.” despite his stutter, his strokes are still smooth and precise as he picks up the pace, the wetness between your bodies emitting sticky sounds in your bedroom.

“Baby feels so hard and big,” you moan in his ear, your hips moving on their own as you meet his thrusts halfway.

Your words make him whimper as he props himself up on shaky arms and looks down at you with his forehead covered in sweat. “All because of you, angel. You always get me so hard I just can’t help it when you feel so wet and warm.” you bite down on your lip, your hand running along his bicep as you squeeze it softly, your other hand busy smoothing over his left nipple and the moan he lets out sounds like the sweetest song you ever heard.

He slips his hand between your legs, gathering a bit of your guy's combined arousal to rub on your clit. “Yes, hee, oh yes,” you squeeze around him so tight he can barely move, but he forces his way in your tight walls, making you see stars.

“Almost there, angel, can feel it” he captures your lips as he rubs your swollen clit speeding up his thrust just enough to have your cream on his dick. “I love you,” he whispered hurriedly as he shook your hand off his bicep to clasp it with his. “Love you much.”

“Hee!” You moan loudly, your high just seconds away. “Me too. I love you so much, hee,” you pant uncontrollably, eyes threatening to roll back in your head.

“Come on then, angel cum for me” he pressed his lips to yours. The action mixed with his thrust and the pleasure he applied to your clit was enough for you to reach your limit, him trailing right after you.

“Cumming hee,” you mewl, body quivering as you come undone all around his hard veiny cock.

“There it is.” he leans back to scan your pleased face, and he can’t hold back anymore. “I’m cumming, oh y/n, I'm cumming!” just seconds later, thick hot seed fills your pleasured walls as he throbs inside you and empties out his love for you deep within your silky heat.

He looks down at you. His brows furrowed, mouth hung open as breathy moans leave his lips, his hips not stopping until he fills you up entirely and strokes out your highs together.

“Kiss me, hee.” You reach for him, pulling him closer by his nape and smothering him in your kisses and love, and he can’t think of anywhere else he would rather be than right here inside you and inside of your arms.

When you both calm down a bit, he gently pulls out, getting ready to go to your bathroom, but you quickly pull him back into your arms cause cleaning up could wait. Cuddling him couldn’t. “Stay,” you whine, and he immediately puts his arms around you, hugging you close to his chest while he throws a blanket over you both.

“Okay,” he whispers and kisses the crown of your head. “Thank you for forgiving me. I love you so much, and I’ll never ever do anything to hurt you ever again, I swear it.” he meant that wholeheartedly. If he ever did anything ever again to make you feel sad or hurt, he’d never forgive himself.

“I know,” you said confidently, trusting his word one hundred percent and you kissed his chest softly. “And I love you too.”

He smiled so wide that his cheeks hurt but he didn’t care. All that matters was you being in his arms again. “I’m so happy.” he squeezed you in the tightest hug ever. “Thank you for coming back to me.”

Thanks for reading likes comments and reblogs are always appreciated sorry for any typos or errors I hope you all have a good day/night♥️

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pupyuj · 8 months ago

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I saw someone ask how yunjin initiates sex to another writer and I was like 👀 let me ask Ena this with yuj and any other idol or artists she wants to talk about because by those pics you posted your taste in women is *chef's kiss *

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using this ask as a lil warm-up hehe everybody say thank you to 🧇 anon for kickstarting my brain once again!!! AND UR SO RIGHT ANON ISN’T MALOI SO PRETTY HEHEHE—

see, unless yujin is desperate, upset, or anything of the sorts i’m a sucker for the idea of her being quite shy when initiating?? 😭 she’d stare at you with those big puppy eyes, hoping that you’ll understand what she wants right away but then you’d end up thinking that she was just being cute and just give her a cute little kiss on the nose before walking off to do something djfbfkskc and oh my god yujin hates it when she needs you and you’re distracted 😪 would come up behind you, pressed up against you, and she’d start kissing your shoulder… again, you’re thinking that she’s being cute so you’re just smiling dumbly while she’s doing her thing 😭😭 then she’s kissing up your neck… behind your ear… inhaling your scent and it wasn’t until her hands tug down at the waistband of your shorts that you finally understand what she has been asking for this entire time!! 🤭

you wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to tease the one who mostly does the teasing in the relationship… so you’d play dumb! looking at her all confused but with a cheeky smile that you couldn’t hide bcs yujin was just too cute pouting and whining at you 🥺💞💞 “c’mon, (y/n)…” ughdhhdcbjs so adorable ☺️💕 now you can’t exactly resist those big eyes for too long so you’d give yujin what she wants… slowly 😵‍💫😵‍💫

and i am a yujin-grabs-her-gf’s-ass-while-kissing truther so ya’ll are gonna have to deal w my thoughts about that! she’s already such a perv daily 😭 grabbing your ass while you’re kissing her really just gives her a burst of energy and ofc your soft moans while she squeezes adds to it too 😣‼️ once her hands have started roaming under your shirt, she completely has you wrapped around her finger bcs her hands??? magic. 😵‍💫

ehehe and i wanna say that yujin doesn’t rlly care where she fucks you when she’s the one initiating so in this instance… have fun getting bent over the kitchen island! 😍🥰🥰

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lvcky-g1rl-syndr0me · 7 months ago

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⋆୨♡୧⋆bitchless era ending soon⋆୨♡୧⋆

walking into the meeting room y/n couldn’t help but internally scream. what the hell was he doing here? why didn’t her manager tell her about this? especially since she was just in practice and didn’t have time to dress up and hopefully look not a hot mess. her mouth dropped open in shock, resisting the urge to yell “what the fuck” in front of everyone. after a moment of awkward silence her manager spoke up. “y/n meet riki, riki meet y/n. you guys will be working together from now on. we set up this time for you to meet and talk and get to know each other.” she gestured to riki’s manager, “we’ll be going so you two can talk freely. have fun!” the two left and left riki and y/n alone. while y/n was having her internal panic, little did she know, so was he. the moment he saw her he knew he was fucked. after heeseung gave him no help, he had no idea what to say to her. “soo…” he said “your debut was really good!”. y/n didn’t know what to do. her celebrity crush of 3 years, just complimented her music. all that she could muster was “uh- thanks you too”. thanks you too???? why the hell would she say that? he laughs slightly, not being able to help but think about how cute she was. “um are you excited to start mcing?” she asks, nervousness clear in her voice. he smiled, “yeah i am, what about you?” she tried her absolute hardest to not say something stupid again and said “yeah! just a little nervous though. i’ve never done anything like this before.” riki saw his opportunity, he knew he had to take it. even though he had absolutely no idea what he was doing. “we should hang out sometime. i’ve done it a couple times before, i could give you some tips to make it easier!” no. fucking. way. too many thoughts were running through y/ns head. did nishimura riki really just ask her to hang out? there’s no way this is real. never did she think that this would happen “uhhhh- yeah! yeah sure that would be fun!” whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck “okay nice! how about tomorrow?” whatshappeningwhatshappeningwhatshappening “yeah sure. that sounds perfect” holy. shit. cha y/n is hanging out with nishimura riki. “okay, ill see you then” riki had never been more nervous in his whole life. he couldn’t wait to shove this in all of his members faces. “im sure you have to get back to practice, right?” there was no shock as to why he knew that, she looked like a sweaty mess. “yeah, actually. i do. so i’ll see you then!” she overthought her every word, and move. how could she not when she’s around him. to her, he was perfect. “see you around!” riki left the room and practically ran back to his dorm. that couldn’t have gone better. y/n however, was freaking the ever living hell out. “did nishimura riki just ask me out? no that’s not possible we just met eachother! it’s friendly! that’s all!” after what felt like hours of contemplating she decided to go back to the dorm, tweet about it, and tell taesan and jaehyun. i mean, how was she supposed to go back to practice after something like this?

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httpvomitello · 2 months ago

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Can we get a bayverse tmnt boys scenarios for each one what if their S/O decides to scare them for fun one day by sneaking up on them but they end up hurting them really bad with their weapon out of reflex and the s/o has to go to the hospital and almost lost her life? I need something ansty😃

omg YES! I also need a little bit of angst right now. I hope you like it! ♡♡♡♡

In Too Deep *⁠.⁠✧

Leonardo

It was meant to be a harmless prank. Just a playful scare, something they thought would make Leo laugh. After all, for someone as serious as him, he could use a good surprise every now and then, right? They watched him in the training room, his focus unwavering as he practiced with his twin katanas.

The perfect opportunity.

They waited for the right moment, and when his back was turned, they leapt out from behind a pillar, shouting, “Gotcha!”

Leo’s reaction was instant, years of training kicked in. Before they could blink, he spun around, katana flashing through the air. The blade met flesh, and then, all they felt was pain. A sharp, burning pain as the katana sliced deep into their side.

Their scream echoed in the room, and Leo’s face went pale.

“No...” he gasped, his katana slipping from his hands and clattering to the floor. His heart raced as he rushed forward, catching them as they crumpled to the ground. Blood, so much blood, was already seeping between his fingers as he tried to apply pressure to the wound. "I... I didn’t mean... I thought you were someone else!"

Their breathing was shallow, their skin pale as they struggled to keep their eyes open. "Leo..." they whispered, their voice weak.

Leo flinched at the words, guilt gnawing at him. "I... I didn’t mean to…"

"Yeah, well you did," they provoked, though the effort drained them. Their anger was quickly overshadowed by the searing pain, but the frustration remained.

Leo’s heart felt like it was breaking in his chest. He was the leader, the one who was supposed to protect them. And now, he had hurt the person he cared about most. “Don’t talk, save your strength,” he urged, though his voice cracked. His hands were soaked in their blood, and it was spreading too fast.

Without a second thought, Leo carefully scooped them up, cradling them in his arms, and bolted toward the surface. Every second felt like an eternity as he sprinted through the sewers and into the night. His heart pounded as he reached the hospital, slipping through the back alleyways, making sure no one saw him.

Once he reached the back entrance, Leo gently laid them on the cold ground, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His hands trembled as he pulled out his phone, his fingers shaking as he dialed April’s number.

"April, I need you at the hospital. Now," his voice was strained, thick with guilt and desperation. He couldn’t stay. If anyone saw him, it could make things worse. "Please… they’re hurt. Bad."

Before she could even respond, he hung up, casting one last glance at their pale, unconscious form. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered before slipping away into the shadows, but staying close to the hospital room window once they received treatment.

Raphael

Raph had always been on edge. It didn’t take much to set him off, and they knew that. But still, they couldn’t resist trying to scare him, just once. He always teased them about being too slow to sneak up on him, so today, they decided to prove him wrong.

They crept up behind him while he was lifting weights in the training room, knowing he was in his own little world. When they were close enough, they grabbed his shoulders and shouted, “Surprise!”

In a heartbeat, Raph whirled around, sai in hand, swinging hard. His weapon struck with a sickening thud, embedding itself deep into their stomach.

Their body jerked from the impact, and their eyes widened as they crumpled forward, collapsing into Raph’s arms.

“Fuck!” Raph gasped, his sai falling to the ground as he caught them. Blood poured from the wound, staining his hands as he pressed desperately against their abdomen. "Shit, no! What the hell was you thinking?" His voice cracked, thick with panic and fear.

Their breaths were shallow, weak. They blinked up at him, eyes filled with pain and fury. "You idiot!" they wheezed, wincing at the sharp pain. "Who... swings a weapon that hard without looking?"

Raph’s face paled as the guilt hit him like a freight train. "I—I didn’t know it was you!" he stammered, the panic in his voice rising. "Fuck, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to..."

Their groan cut him off, and the anger drained from them, leaving behind only pain. Raph could see the fear and confusion in their eyes, and it made his chest tighten even more.

Without wasting another second, Raph lifted them into his arms, bolting through the lair and out into the night. His heart raced as he ran, their body limp in his arms.

By the time he reached the hospital, his chest was heaving with panic. He didn’t stop until he reached the emergency room back entrance, carefully laying them on the pavement. He couldn’t stay, not with people around, but he couldn’t leave them alone either.

He pulled out his phone, dialing April with shaking hands. "April, you gotta get to the hospital," he rasped, his voice barely recognizable. "Please... they’re hurt. Bad. Just get here." He hung up after she respond, his chest tight with fear. He bent down, placing a kiss on their forehead, and whispered, "I’m sorry... for everything."

Donatello

Donnie was always absorbed in his work. His mind ran a mile a minute, lost in blueprints and inventions. They knew it was hard to get his attention sometimes, but today, they were feeling playful. Sneaking up on him while he tinkered with his latest project in the lab seemed harmless. He’d never expect it.

They crept up behind him, heart racing with anticipation. Once they were close enough, they grabbed his shoulder, shouting, “Boo!”

Donnie spun around, staff already in hand. Before he could register who it was, his bo connected with their ribs, the impact sending them crashing into the shelves behind them. The crack of bone echoed through the lab, followed by a choked gasp of pain.

“What the...” Donnie dropped his bo, rushing to their side as they crumpled to the floor. They clutched their side, gasping for air, their skin paling by the second. Blood dripped from their mouth, and Donnie’s heart plummeted into his stomach.

"You didn’t have to hit so hard, you know," they tried to laugh, glaring up at him, their eyes filled with pain but also a flicker of annoyance.

Donnie’s face blanched, guilt hitting him like a tidal wave. "I-I didn’t mean to… I thought…" He stammered, his mind racing, trying to figure out how to fix it, but the sight of them bleeding, pale, and weak in front of him shattered his ability to think straight.

Their breaths were shallow, labored, and panic surged through him. He couldn't let them die. Not because of him.

Donnie gathered them in his arms, moving faster than he ever had before. His mind screamed with every step as he raced to the hospital. Once there, he slipped through the back, ensuring no one saw him. Gently, he laid them on the ground, his hands shaking.

He pulled out his phone and called April.

"April, please, you have to come. They’re hurt," his voice cracked. "I can’t… I hurt them." He didn’t wait for her response, too overwhelmed by the guilt clawing at his heart. He brushed a trembling hand over their cheek and whispered, "I’ll fix this. I promise."

But as he slipped back into the shadows, he knew some things couldn’t be fixed.

Michelangelo

Mikey loved a good prank. He was always the one pulling jokes on them, so this time, they decided to get him back. It was innocent enough, right? Just a scare. They saw him on the couch, totally engrossed in a video game, and figured it was the perfect time.

They crept up behind him, suppressing their laughter as they leaned over the back of the couch and shouted, “Surprise!”

Without thinking, Mikey swung his nunchaku back in defense, the metal striking hard against their temple. The force sent them crumpling to the floor, blood already trickling down their face.

“Oh no!” Mikey gasped, immediately dropping his nunchaku as he knelt beside them, his hands trembling. “No, no, no, no! What did I do?” Tears welled in his eyes as he cradled their head in his hands, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Of all the reactions, you chose to hit me?" they muttered, their voice weak. "It was a joke, Mikey."

Mikey felt like he had been punched in the gut. “I didn’t mean to! I swear!” He could see the frustration in their eyes, but it was quickly fading into pain, and his heart broke.

They groaned in pain, their eyes unfocused, struggling to stay conscious.

"Mikey…" they whispered his name.

Tears streamed down Mikey’s face as he scooped them up, his heart pounding in his chest. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” he whispered, panic rising with every step he took toward the lair’s exit. He ran through the streets, his focus solely on getting them help, their weak breaths the only sound he could hear.

When he reached the hospital, Mikey carefully laid them down near the entrance. He couldn’t go inside without risking exposure, but he couldn’t leave them alone either. He fumbled for his phone, trying to call April with shaking hands.

“April, please,” he begged as soon as she answered. “Get to the hospital. They’re hurt… and it’s my fault.”

Mikey hung up after she confirmed that she would soon arrive there, tears still streaming down his cheeks as he bent down, brushing a hand over their hair. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered before slipping into the shadows, but staying close when he saw April coming.

#reader #x reader #y/n #tmnt #tmnt x reader #bayverse tmnt x reader #they/them #bayverse mikey #bayverse leonardo #donnie bayverse #tmnt bayverse #bayverse raphael #april o'neil

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junipernight · 5 months ago

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Yangvik Week Day 1: Injured

@yangvikweek2024

Yangchen enveloped Kavik’s hands in water and took them in her own.

“Explain to me again where the mission went wrong?”

“It didn’t go wrong,” Kavik protested. “We got the information, and no one got caught!”

Yangchen pursed her lips. Kavik was pretty sure she’d be glaring at him if her eyes weren’t already fixed on the delicate work of healing burns. He sat very still, knee to knee with the Avatar, and let her work.

For a moment, all was quiet, except for the muted sounds of customers drinking tea and chatting on the other side of the wall. It was crowded in the backroom of the little teahouse that Akuudan and Tayagum had opened in Ba Sing Se, especially with all seven members of the team in it (nine if you counted Pik and Pak, who were perched on Boma’s shoulders.) It would almost be cozy, having the whole team back together, if his hands didn’t feel like literal fire.

Akuudan clapped one enormous hand on Kavik’s shoulder. “We made it into the records office without any problems. But then Feishan’s guards came making the rounds, and our lookout here saw they were opening doors as they passed, which we hadn’t expected them to do. So Kavik stuck his hands into a nearby torch, and then made up a story about a rogue firebender who’d attacked him.”

The guards hadn’t even questioned the unfamiliar servant boy’s presence; he’d been dressed in the right uniform, and there was a high turnover rate in Feishan’s palace. The horrific burns had also been very convincing.

Yangchen sighed. “Was that really necessary?”

“It was. You know what the consequences would have been if we were caught.”

“I meant, what happened to using the signal?”

Tayagum answered for him. “Our backup exit was blocked by a gaggle of court ladies shortly after we broke in. And anyway, we hadn’t had enough time yet to locate the correct documents. The whole mission would have been compromised if not for Kavik’s quick thinking.”

“I sent them on a wild pinegoose chase,” Kavik said. “I told them I was attacked by a fire bender who was 5 feet tall and one-eyed and had a shaved head. And then I said he ran towards the throne room and they booked it.”

“Do you ever come up with plans that don’t result in you injuring yourself on purpose?” Jujinta asked snidely.

Even though Kavik and Jujinta were on much better terms these days, his old Association partner couldn’t resist getting in a jab whenever the opportunity presented itself. At least these days his weapon of choice was sarcasm instead of blades. Mostly.

“Why?” Yingsu asked. “What has he done before this?”

“When we needed to extract information about Unanimity out of his lousy brother, I stabbed Kavik, and we pretended to torture him until we got Kalyaan to talk.”

“Wow,” Yingsu said, raising an eyebrow. “That’s dark. And here I thought you were the good guys.”

Kavik and Yangchen kept their faces carefully still. Neither said anything, each still feeling guilty about the ploy for different reasons, even if it had been necessary.

“It was his own idea,” Tayagum said, shrugging. “When we first met, I was smuggling him into Jonduri under an old crewmate's identity, but there was a last-minute change in the dock guard. We would’ve gotten caught, if this guy hadn’t purposefully ‘slipped’ and bashed his own nose in.”

“Is that why your face used to look like that?” Jujinta asked.

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t know about that one,” Yangchen said. She stopped what she was doing so she could look Kavik in the eye.

“The night we first met…” she began.

Kavik rolled his eyes. “I genuinely had frostbite that night, and I most definitely wasn’t aiming to get beat up by your guards. I’m not a one trick platy-pony, you guys. I don’t hurt myself everytime I run an errand. Believe it or not, I usually make a clean exit.”

“Hmmm.” Yangchen made a troubled hum in the back of her throat, and went back to healing him.

“… What kind of waterbender gets frostbite?” asked Jujinta.

Kavik’s hands were occupied, but his mouth wasn’t, and he was so incredibly tempted to spit icicles at Juji. See how he liked being subjected to surprise daggers for once.

Luckily, Akkudan spoke first. “Leave him alone, Jujinta. Frostbite is no joke. Even a firebender can get burned, even an earthbender can be crushed, and even a waterbender can succumb to the cold.” Not for the first time, Kavik wondered if there was a story behind Akuudan’s missing arm, or if he had simply been born without it. Kavik had never asked, in case it was a sore subject.

While they had been talking, the swelling in Kavik’s hands had gone down significantly, though his skin still bubbled and blistered in ways he did not like to look at. Yangchen gently set one of his hands down in her lap, so she could focus on one hand at a time for this next, more intense stage of the healing process.

“It’s always your hands,” she muttered in absent-minded annoyance. “You have such nice hands, why are you always damaging them?”

Tayagum made a strangled noise. “Nice hands?”

The question was addressed to Yangchen, but Tayagum’s expression made it clear that it was a threat towards Kavik. Any warmth the older water tribe man had cultivated for Kavik seemed to have been immediately replaced with suspicion.

The Avatar looked up in confusion. Kavik saw the moment she realized the possible implications of what she’d just said.

Boma smiled good-humoredly, “Anything we should know about?”

“I’d actually rather not hear about this, thanks,” said Yingsu.

Kavik’s face burned. Everyone noticed him turn beet red, and he noticed everyone noticing.

Yangchen spluttered. “I meant that his hands are very skillful!" Nope, that wasn’t any better. “—at sleight of hand! And- cheating at sparrow bones, and climbing, and things like that!”

Getting beat up, and cheating at tile games. Truly, Kavik had great skills that made him worthy of serving the Avatar.

Boma and Akuudan were laughing at them.

“Can we just focus on the info we stole?” Kavik snapped.

Still chortling to himself, Boma took the papers out of their folder and spread them out on the table.

The rest of the team began to read. Yangchen switched hands.

***

“Ohhh,” Jujinta said suddenly, much later. “You were implying they had sex.”

The burst of laughter and teasing and general noise that followed this statement was enough to send Pik and Pak flying.

Yangchen supposed that hiding her face in Kavik’s tunic would not help her beat the allegations.

#It's still day 1 for 10 more minutes let's goooooo #yall i had such a hard time coming up with a believable way for Kavik to injure his hands on purpose #seriously you would not believe how many scenarios i came up with. none of them logical #YangvikWeek2024 #Yangchen #Kavik #Chronicles of the Avatar #Avatar Novels #fanfiction #writblr #atla #Akuudan #Tayagum #Boma #Jujinta

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timetoletmyimaginationfly · 8 months ago

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Officially Mine

Nanami Kento x Reader

Slight suggestiveness in the end. Implied Mafia + CEO Nanami. Implied violence on Nanami’s end.

I want to make a series out of this…

(Song Inspiration: Infinity by Jaymes Young)

He didn’t know why but he let the attraction take over him. An ordinary woman that you are, he finds extraordinary. A woman who appears so innocent and pure while he is a man with blood on his hands. A man that plays dirty in his business world.

It has been a year since meeting you. The two of you met on Gojo’s birthday. And because you were close to Shoko, Gojo encouraged Shoko to bring you. It was one of the best days of his life.

“Kento-kun!” you yelled to get Nanami’s attention. Nanami’s eyes turned to you. You giggled and brought a brown bag to his desk. “Your lunch like you asked. You’re lucky I didn’t have a photoshoot today.”

You watched a small and playful smile appear on his face. You always saw his stoic side. He tends to be a man of little words but the more you got to know him, his actions says a lot.

“You would’ve done it for me either way, love bug,” he said. “Thank you.” You blushed.

“Y-Yeah, I would’ve,” you admitted shyly. He watched you play with your fingers. An indication of your shy side appearing or your nerves were slowly taking over. But you were blushing, so he knew you were getting shy. “I’m going to Korea for about a week.”

“Korea?” he asked. You nodded happily.

“I never told you about him!” He glared at the mention of him. “We went to college together. He models and acts and he let me take his photos. Now he’s famous everywhere in Asia! He asked me personally to be his photographer! I can’t let that opportunity slide.” His eyes softened. You were excited and happy. That was all he cared about.

“No, you can’t,” he said softly. “I have some business to deal with over there soon. We can go together in my private jet. When do you leave?”

“Next week.”

“Perfect.” You could hear some possessiveness in his voice. His soft yet venomous tone was subtle. You bit your lower lip. Should you be scared? Yes. But were you? No. “I’ll pick you up, love bug.” You lightly giggled. Another sign of nerves and shyness.

“What business do you have entailed over there?”

“I have a client that I need to meet with personally.” He sounded sincere but it was almost sinister. Nonetheless, you smiled brightly.

“Perfect! Kill two birds with one stone, right?” Nanami nodded. “I’ll be heading out. I need to get my equipment together.”

“Get home safe, love bug,” he said. Pink. You were blushing again. You waved one last time before sending yourself out. Nanami took his phone out and called Gojo.

“Call Jung + Kim Security,” he said. “Tell Mr. Jung to expect me.”

“How bad did they fuck you over?”

“He touched my girl a week ago at the gala.”

“Oh Nanami. Head over heels for a girl that isn’t even officially yours,” Gojo said with a chuckle. “You should tell her how you feel.”

“We are aware of our feelings with each other.”

“Yeah but you two are still dancing around each other. What’s holding you back?” Nanami held on to his phone tighter. He stayed silent. He already knew. You were too good for him. “I know you, Nanamin. You deserve someone like her.”

You were surprised when Nanami decided to come with you to the photoshoot.

“It takes hours,” you said.

“That’s fine,” he would answer.

You looked out the window in the car and smiled. Nanami took a glance at you. He couldn’t help but smile with you. His hand moved over to yours that rested on your lap. You didn’t resist him, so he intertwined his fingers to yours. Your heart raced, fluttering feelings overtaking your body.

Nanami remained by the table that was filled with snacks and refreshments. He watched you fixed the model’s outfit. He watched the model talk to you and watched you laugh. Nanami can feel jealousy envelope all over his body. His glare becoming so intense that the model looked up briefly at Nanami with fear.

“Let’s take a quick break,” you said. You could feel Nanami’s glare from behind. “Be back in ten.” You turned around and walked over to Nanami. You stood in front of him with crossed arms and an angry pout.

“Yes, love bug?” he asked so softly and innocently that you blushed, almost forgetting why you walked over to him.

“Quit scaring him,” you said. “I can feel your stare. You’re getting annoyed. Kento-kun, do you enjoy my attention?” Nanami smirked and stood up. He towered over you and he closed the gap and leaned in closer to your face.

“Of course I do,” he answered. “I just don’t want him flirting with you.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” you asked. Nanami smiled, patiently waiting for you to continue. You leaned up closer to his ear. He thought you were too adorable. “I enjoy your attention, too.” You winked and turned around to get back on set, where your model friend was patiently waiting. Nanami watched, your “secret” replaying in his mind.

I enjoy your attention, too.

Sets were changing. Outfits were changing. You made sure everything was perfect. During breaks, you would stay with Nanami. He took a step out to buy lunch for the crew. And another time to buy coffee.

“Your boyfriend is a good man,” your friend said. You blushed, a little too stunned to say anything back. “We should do a double date one day. My manager said I have to go to a meeting tomorrow. We can do more of the shoot the day after.”

“O-Okay! Just call me,” you said.

Nanami placed his hand on the small of your back and lead you back to the car.

“You love photography,” he said.

“I do,” you replied. “Office jobs aren’t fun. I love my side gig.”

“You should make it a full-time thing.”

“I’m trying. That’s why this photoshoot needs to be perfect. The day after tomorrow will be with the cast on the drama he’s also in. It needs to be perfect.”

“I have full confidence that you’ll succeed, love bug.” Nanami looked at the time in the car. “Do you want to go back to the hotel or explore around Seoul? I have to meet with my client.”

“Drop me off here,” you said. “And then I’ll take a cab back to the hotel. That is, if you’re still gone. Maybe we can get dinner together. I-If you want.”

“I would love that, love bug. I’ll definitely be there.”

A few hours passed. You were worried when you saw him leave his car. His body was very tense. His frown was deep. And the way he kept fixing his tie was uncharacteristic of him. Almost as if he was nervous.

“Kento-kun,” you called. You watched his shoulders slightly relaxed the moment you spoke. You couldn’t help but smile and walked up to him. Nanami chuckled when he saw the bags in your hands.

“You went all out, huh?” he questioned softly when he took the bags from your hands.

“Just a little,” you answered. “I’ve been wanting to use their facial products and I want some make up. Some of their clothes were on sale so I might as well take up on that opportunity, right?” Nanami chuckled and placed the bags in the back seat of his car.

“Of course, love bug,” he said and held your hand. “I reserved a place for us.”

“So I have to wear something nice? I’m pretty casual right now.” The last time he reserved a restaurant for the two of you, you felt very out of place, even if it was just the two of you around. Nanami just smiled.

“I knew you were going to question that,” he said and pulled a bag of out the car. “Change into this. Under my seat is a new pair of heels.”

“Wait! You’re not coming in here while I change!” you exclaimed when you watched Nanami enter the driver seat. Nanami smirked.

“I won’t look,” he said. You pouted at him and all he could do was laugh. “I’m kidding, love. Let me know when you’re done.”

“Thank you.”

Something about you in a silky, sapphire colored gown that hugged the curves of your body just made Nanami’s mind spiral. He kept you close possessively as you two walked to your destination.

“You are a possessive man, Kento-kun,” you said. Nanami smiled at the comment.

“I don’t like anyone touching anything and anyone that’s mine,” he answered casually. You blushed and rested your head on his chest. He pulled you in close to him. “I want to tell you something important tonight.”

“O-Okay,” you said. “Is it bad?”

“It depends how you perceive it, love bug,” he said.

Your eyes widened when you two reached the rooftop. There was one table with two long candles lit up and a flower in between the candles. Nanami pulled your chair out for you to sit and you softly thanked him. Once Nanami sat down, two waiters arrived, pouring the both of you glasses of wine and bringing food on to the table.

“I made sure to serve your favorite,” Nanami said. “Tomorrow we’ll explore around Seoul and you can try more of their food since you have the day off.” You brightened. It was your first time in the country and you were excited to do some sight-seeing.

“So what was it you wanted to tell me?” you asked curiously as you took a sip of the wine.

“You’re impatient, my love,” he said. He loosened his tie ever so slightly and fixed the cuffs of his suit.

“You’re nervous,” you said. Your heart raced and your stomach fluttered when he gave you a shy smile. An uncharacteristic one from him. “Kento-kun, are you doubting our feelings for each other?” Another uncharacteristic reaction. His eyes widened.

“Maybe I am,” he answered quietly.

“What’s there to doubt?”

“That you’re perfect and I’m not,” he said, his eyes burning through you. His eyes were intense. You were mesmerized.

“You speak low of yourself. Very unlike you.”

“All because of you, love,” he replied. “You’re the only one that makes me like this.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Yes and no. Everyday I have you in my mind that it distracts me. And I hate distractions. But I love your distraction. You’re a woman so beautiful and sweet that I find it hard to believe that you like a man like me.”

“What’s so bad about you?”

“All the bad things I do.” All you can do is smile slyly as you took another sip of your wine.

“I like to pretend that I don’t know what you do behind closed doors,” you said. “You’re ruthless and an ass to others. Satoru has a big mouth. I tried not to get too involved with you earlier, but I can’t get away.”

“Gojo? Seriously?” You couldn’t help but giggle at his annoyed expression. You reached out and held his hand.

“Kento-kun, you’re the only one who I feel safe around even though I know that you’re a dangerous man,” you said. “And everyday, I think I end up falling more for you that I can’t ignore my feelings for you.”

“How could you love someone like me? I don’t deserve someone so perfect like you.”

“Because I grew up with no love and protection from anyone,” you answered. ��And you’re the only one that gets me. You do anything to protect anyone you love. I watch you protect Satoru, Suguru, Yu, and Shoko. And I saw you give that man a killer stare at the gala after he touched me two weeks ago.”

“I hope you know he has no way to touch you ever again,” he said angrily. He was amused. You didn’t flinch or look at him differently. All you did was smile at him admirably and affectionately.

“I don’t wanna know,” you said softly. “But I can’t turn away. I think I’m too involved.”

“You are, love. I love you too fucking much.”

“I love you, too.”

“You can walk away if you want. It’s not too late.”

You stood up and walked over to him. Nanami turned to face you and you slowly sat on his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. His one arm enveloped you around your waist while his other hand rested on the back of your head. You straddled on his lap and cupped his face. His tongue versus yours. Reluctantly, you pulled away and rested your forehead on his.

“What does that say to you?” Nanami smiled and kissed you again.

“That we should skip dinner and go back to our hotel to have dessert.” You laughed. But you suddenly had a serious look on your face.

“I have one rule with our relationship,” you said. Nanami nodded, willing to agree to anything you need him to do. “I have male friends. Do not, and I mean do not do anything to them. That’s my dealbreaker.”

“They better not take you away from me.”

“Nanami Kento!” Nanami pressed his lips on yours. “Nanami Kento, you’re a possessive man.”

“Remember, no one takes anything and anyone that’s mine. And you’re officially mine.”

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earthtoharlow · 10 months ago

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Teach Me: Fashion Baby!

Requested by the lovely @heavyhitterheaux

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“Alright, lights out babygirl.” Ariel said as she walked into Jayla’s room. Jayla stood in front of her full length mirror, a pile of clothes scattered around her feet as she tried out different outfits. Recently Jayla had become mesmerized by her Uncle Urban’s stylish outfits that her interest in fashion seemed to have taken on a whole new level.

“What’s going on here?” Ariel asked, leaning against the doorframe.

Jayla looked up from her task, smiling wide at her mom through the mirror. “Hi mom! I’m just trying to plan an outfit for tomorrow. What do you think of this one?” She twirled around showing off her outfit.

Ariel couldn’t help but smile as she watched her. “You look fantastic! I would pair that with a cool statement necklace!” Jayla's smile grew wider and nodded in agreement.

“Mom, did you know that New York Fashion Week is coming up in a few weeks?” Jayla asked as she dug through her jewelry box.

Ariel nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Yes, I did. It’s such an exciting event, isn’t it?”

Jayla's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she nodded eagerly. “I’ve been reading about it and looking at pictures online, and it looks amazing! I wish I could go there one day.”

Ariel's heart swelled listening to Jayla talk about fashion.”That would be so cool, but who knows? Maybe one day you’ll have the opportunity to go and experience it for yourself!”

She watched as her daughter’s face lit up at the thought! “You really think so?!”

Voice filled with warmth, Ariel nodded. “Of course! I have no doubt that you’ll achieve anything you set your mind to.” Ariel helped Jayla put away all her clothes and bid her a goodnight. “Goodnight, my little fashionista!” placing a kiss on her forehead.

***

Ariel hummed as she shifted through the mail on the kitchen counter, her eyes landed on a formal invitation to New York Fashion Week addressed to Jack. The invitation immediately made her think back on her conversation with Jayla a couple nights ago. Ariel couldn’t help but notice that the envelope had been opened and tossed aside.

“Jack, did you see this?” She asked, holding it up so he could see.

Jack glanced over from where he sat on the couch as he concentrated on his puzzle, his eyes furrowing in confusion. “Oh, that? Yeah I saw it. I’m not really into all that fashion stuff.”

Ariel rolled her eyes knowing that the walk in closet full of clothes and shoes begged to differ. Jack had been out of the spotlight for years now, while he’s gotten better with being around crowds he still seemed to have no interest in the hoopla of being in the public eye again.

“Jack, I know it’s been a while since you’ve been to one of these events, but I think this would be a great opportunity for you.” Ariel said gently, sitting beside him now on the coach picking up a puzzle piece and placing it in the correct spot. “Plus, I’ve been watching Jayla these last few months and she’s gotten really into fashion. She would love it.”

Jack hesitated. He had spent years avoiding the limelight, preferring to focus on being the best father he could be and writing for other artists but he couldn’t deny the twinge of curiosity that sparked inside of him at attending Fashion Week as a family.

Ariel continued, her voice filled with encouragement. “Obviously, I’m not going to push you, but you should definitely think about it. It would be a fun family trip and it could be a chance for you to step back into the spotlight, even if it’s just for a little bit. You might even enjoy yourself.”

Jack sighed, his resistance slowly going away but knowing he still needed to sleep on it. “I’ll think about it.”

Pressing a kiss against his cheek, “That’s all I ask.” Ariel said as she hugged his arm, and laid her head on his shoulder.

From the top of the steps Jayla’s ears perked up at the mention of New York Fashion Week and with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she hurried back to her room, a plan forming in her mind.

The next night after dinner while Jack and Ariel were talking in the living room, Jayla walked in with a determined look on her face, laptop in hand.

“Mom, Dad, can I have your attention please!”

Jack and Ariel exchanged amused glances. Ariel leaned over to Jack and whispered, “Uh Oh. What did you do this time?”

Jack looked at her shocked, and pressed a hand against his chest “Why do you always assume it was me?”

“Because it normally is—“

Jayla cleared her throat, getting their attention again. “Right, sorry. Yes you have our attention, sweetheart.” Jack told her, sitting up straighter on the couch.

They watched as Jayla plugged in her laptop and pulled up a PowerPoint titled. “Reasons Why We Should Go to NYFW,” she began her presentation. “Reason number one: I promise not to ask for a puppy for at least a year if you take me!”

Jack couldn’t help but laugh at Jayla’s bargaining tactics. “Nice try, sweetheart. What’s reason number two?”

Jayla clicked to the next slide, which simply read, “Because I said so.” She grinned mischievously at her parents, earning a chuckle from Ariel.

“Bold move,” Ariel remarked with a smirk. “I like her style.”

As Jayla continued her presentation, Jack found himself thoroughly entertained by his daughter. After sleeping on the idea the night before about going to NYFW he had decided that it wouldn’t be that bad of an idea. He would much rather go with his girls than by himself. Plus, he couldn’t ignore the genuine passion and excitement in Jayla’s eyes, it reminded him of how he was when he was first getting into music.

Jack turned to Ariel with a playful grin. “Well, what do you say, honey? Shall we pack our bags for Fashion Week?”

Ariel chuckled and nodded, her heart warmed by Jack’s decision. “I think we have no choice but to surrender to the power of the PowerPoint!”

Jayla immediately ran towards them giving them a huge hug. Her reaction meant the world to Jack, and made him happy with his decision.

***

Jack watched as Jayla and Ariel shook with excitement as the stylist pulled out outfits for them to choose from to wear to their first fashion show that week, Jacquemus. He couldn’t believe that he was in New York for fashion week with his family, he couldn’t help but fidget nervously. The thought of attending a high profile event made him uneasy.

But as he glanced at his favorite girls' beaming smiles and sparkling eyes, he knew he couldn’t let his own fears hold him back.

“You look beautiful!” Jack said his voice filled with pride as he watched his daughter’s spin in happiness in the mirror.

Jayla grinned back at him, her excitement contagious. “Thanks, Daddy! I can’t believe we’re really here. This is going to be amazing!”

As they made their way to the venue, Jack couldn’t shake the nerves that gnawed at him. Ariel squeezed his hand tightly, a silent sign of support letting him know she was right there with him. But as they stepped inside and took their seats in the front row, he felt a sense of awe wash over him. The energy in the room was electric, the air filled with anticipation and excitement.

As the lights dimmed and the first models took to the runway, Jayla’s eyes widened with wonder. She gasped in awe at the breathtaking designs that floated past her, her heart pounding with excitement.

Beside her, Jack couldn’t help but be swept up in the excitement of the moment. As he watched his daughter’s face light up with joy as she told her mother which outfits were her favorite, he felt a sense of pride swell within him. This was what it was all about—the shared moments of happiness and wonder that made life worth living.

As the show came to an end and they made their way back to the hotel, Jack couldn’t wipe the smile from his face. His nerves had faded away, replaced by a sense of exhilaration and joy.

Jayla skipped with happiness in front of them as they walked down the long hotel hallway. Ariel couldn’t help but tease Jack gently. “Well, it looks like someone had a good time tonight.”

Jack grinned sheepishly, his earlier apprehension a distant memory. “I guess I did. And I have Jayla to thank for that. Her excitement was contagious.”

Ariel winked at him playfully. “I told you so, didn’t I?”

Jack unlocked the hotel door with a laugh, once in the room Jayla couldn’t contain her excitement.

“Oh my gosh, Mom, Daddy, that was amazing!” Jayla exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement. “Did you see the models? They were gorgeous, and the clothes were so beautiful! I can’t believe we got to sit in the front row!”

Ariel and Jack couldn’t help but smile at Jayla’s excitement, her joy infectious. They listened attentively as she rambled about her favorite moments from the show, her excitement bubbling over with each passing sentence.

Jayla continued, her hands gesturing animatedly as she relived the experience. “And the vibe, it was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I felt like I was part of something special.”

Jack’s heart swelled with pride as he watched his daughter’s eyes light up with passion. He had been nervous about attending the fashion show, but seeing how much joy it had brought Jayla made it all worth it.

“I’m so glad you had fun, sweetheart,” Jack said, as Ariel stood behind Jayla to take the pins out her hair. “It was a pretty special experience, wasn’t it?”

“It was incredible! Thank you both so much for bringing me. I’ll never forget this.” Before Jayla could finish saying those words, Jack immediately pulled his wife and daughter into a tight embrace, grateful for the unforgettable experience they had shared together.

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