#he gave hopes to everyone every now and then

[verus-animus]

Hot Massage

"P-Please... S... S... Stop..." Jeremy tried to plead desperately, but his numb lips and face made it incredibly hard.

"Shhh... Don't speak. You'll only waste your energy." I shushed the handsome hunk that laid beneath me. Opening another bottle, I poured out the clear serum and massaged it into his firm chest. It quickly began heating up and his skin soften slightly.

"W-Why....." He asked. I could tell he was trying desperately to make his large muscles move, but unfortunately all it did was twitch his fingers.

"Why? I don't know, Jeremy... Maybe it's because of all those years back in high school that you bullied me and completely ruined my reputation and any chances of me getting into a good college, or maybe it's because of the 'accident' you caused which burned half of my face off... What do you think?" There was definitely a hint of anger within my voice, but I quickly calmed down and continued massaging his warm pliable chest.

"...I-I'm s-sorry...." He really meant it this time. Unlike all those other times he said it in front of his peers. But it didn't matter anymore.

"A bit too late for that, Jeremy... Even if I have forgiven you for all those years back then, the serum has already reached its full effect. There's really no going back now." I smothered my hands against his rippling skin and felt how they slowly began sinking into him. Into his flesh.

"...no...ah..." He gasped, as he felt me invade his very flesh. My elbows disappeared as I got closer and closer to his anguished numb face.

"Don't worry, you won't feel a thing. Once I push my head inside and overlap my brain onto yours, you'll never have a thought of your own again. From now on I'll control your every movement, your every breath, and your every heartbeat. It'll be my rugged hands running across these perfect pecs, my juicy ass squeezing dildos deeper inside, and my handsome scar-free face hungrily licking up all the residue from the bathroom mirror."

I gave his glazed-over eyes one last look and pushed my lips against his soft ones, before I plunged my entire head inside his. His fingers clenched together and he began gasping for air, as I moved around inside him and positioned myself correctly. As soon as I settled down my mind suddenly exploded with all of Jeremy's memories, dreams, and aspirations. I felt them embrace me and flow into me, until I felt myself own them as if they had always been mine.

I opened my new eyes just in time to see the last of the rippling effect on my new large chest settle down. As it did, I felt a torrent of unbridled cum unleash itself underneath the warm blanket.

It was done. Jeremy had taken everything from me back then; my life, my reputation, my future, my face... Now, I've taken it all back; the successful life, the promising future, and even the perfect face. This was a brand new start for me, the new Jeremy...

Happy New Year everyone! Thought I'd pop by and let you all know that I'm still around. I haven't been feeling very inspired lately, and with a lot of things going on in life I haven't really taken the time to properly write. Still, I thought I'd give you all a treat with this older draft I made a while back. Hope you all enjoy it, and perhaps you'll hear more from me this new year! /Verus <3

[red-phantom-0]

The children are dead

pt 2 of Damien x Ghoul.sib reader

──► as the two siblings grow ever so closer bonded by the cold love of their 'adopted' family and the monstrosity of their past , life throws them another unyielding cruelty that breaks them both entirely.

Tw : major character death , child neglect , revenge

Edit ty for 42 likes !!

part 1

I'm done dreaming.

ACT I

It was late December , the air around the manor was grim and chilly , nothing but haunting and a grim reminder that life was harsh and would never be easy. Damien clenches his fingers within his gloves as he attempts to soak up what little warmth he had.

Bruce and his other siblings stood before him in the patio , discussing events pertaining to last night's stake out. Damien tunes out their annoying , scratchy voices, but his eyes trained to every other possible corner of the room searching for them.

The grandfather ticks by, and the conversation turns dull , he had to hold himself exactly ten times from clawing Dick's eyes out whenever he'd call him a demon spwan or ask him who he's planning to kill. He's at his bloody wits until he see y/n's figure limping in.

Damien pushes back his chair and immediately launches himself towards them. They didn't have to convey words as his eyes already gave away how bloody worried he was with them. He can hear Bruce and the others calling him back, but he can't give a bloody damn about them right now.

He watches as y/n's bloody form lean against the doorframe as they slide to the ground like a limp leaf . Damien kneels with them and place his hand on their bleeding stomach - it was a big gash like a vicious creature took a bite out of them.

" Oh my God, we need to get them to a doctor-" he could hear Stephanie say from behind him, and Damien has never unsheathed his sword any faster . " Shut the fuck up and leave them alone " he growled.

The last time y/n went to a doctor , the medicine they used on them caused them to turn into a ghoul for three days straight - for three days his precious sibling was forced to be driven to insanity as their ghoulish form fought with what little human control they had left to suppress themselves from consuming humans.

His poor sibling wore ghoulish scratch marks on their arms and cheeks for months after their attempt at manhandking themseleves . He can see in the distance Tim opening his big trap to give his unwanted opinion, and Damien sneered at him . His sibling couldn't heal from their medication in his own world , hell - no medication could heal them , they had to hope to God they regenerated fast enough.

" Fuck off Drake " he sneered before crouching before y/n once again.

" What happened ?" He questioned them as he pressed him hand onto their wound to stop the wound from gushing even more blood. " Ran into another ghoul - no - he was an investigator from my world that kills ghouls like me - the undefeated ghoul investigator , Arima," they explained through coughing fits.

Damien stilled. He now knew the gravity of how extremely grim the situation became , the white reaper of his siblings' universe has come to end their demise . He remembered y/n talking about him , about how Arima possessed superhuman strength and his immense 'hatred for ghouls' lead the man to kill hundreds if not thousands of ghouls in his 18 years of occupation.

Y/n gave him a small smile . " I'll be okay," they reassured him . Damien just held them as he ignored the outside world.

Oh, how he wished he didn't believe them that night .

ACT II

January 6th , the night was quiet, and still , the moon casted its opulence across the streets of Gotham. A simply routine was instilled tonight , everyone had a simple stake out tonight .

It was the first night in years Damien and y/n hadn't been with each other on a mission for years - something he'd live to regret later . He found it suspicious, but Bruce insisted he needed to join him tonight to test him out as Robin and y/n had persistently encouraged him to go.

So here he was following Bruce from rooftop to rooftop as they stalked some of Joker's henchmen . For the last hour or so , Damien had checked in on y/n , and they reported they were doing okay and had just arrested some petty thrives for the night.

The hour was coming to an end , and so far, everyone but y/n reported in . Damien grew anxious , and y/n was always a timely person, so for them to be late was entirely unheard of.

Bruce reassured him that they were fine but that didn't stop the nagging feeling in his stomach and it's not like Bruce ever cared about your existence to begin with - only cared you did what you had to do and the thought of it pissed him off.

Damien was now finishing up wrapping up his grappling hook when y/n's frantic voice buzzed through his intercom . " Help me - he's - come quick " came their frantic voice through the static. Damien felt dread weighing like lead through his veins as he clutched onto his own intercom.

" Y/n are you okay ? Where are you ?" He asked frantically but was only left with static. Damien immediately began to leave when Bruce stopped him.

" Damien y/n isn't important right now we have more important things to worry about " Bruce or rather batman says and he held his son by the shoulder . Damien harshly yanked it off . " Leave me the fuck alone - I am going to them and you aren't stopping me " He yells as he grappled off the roof.

Batman calls after him, but Damien ignores him as he grapples his way to the other side of Gotham city . His heart beats heavy in his chest as he appraches your last known location only to see the building left in ruin.

Blood splatters were everywhere, and ruins were left anew . " Y/N !!!!" He shouted as he grappled around the area , eyes frantically looking for your figure . He begs , prays to whatever God out there that you're safe as he continued further as he observes more buildings left to ruins.

Ruble covered the area as far as the eye can see , not a living soul in sight. Damien kept calling your name out , tears practically falling down his face as he continued searching.

Minutes ticked by dreadfully until he finally spots you. Your bloody figure lays there in a bed of red spider lillies. Damien lets out an ear, piercing scream at the sight . With shaky legs and arms, he approaches your figure . Your figure layed still as a gentle breeze blow, causing the spider lillies to brush up against your form like a warm blanket .

Damien holds your form with shaky hands as he keeps repeating no's over and over. Your dead brown human eye stared at him , soulless and unmoving while your beautiful red eye had a jaggery, long sword piercing right through it . Your right arm and both your legs were missing , but still - in the moonlight , you looked calm.

Damien grew quiet as he layed his head on your chest , no longer can he selfishly listen to your heartbeat and relish in the familiar love you bestowed upon him. No longer would he be able to share a laugh with you , your pain , your burdens , your bitter coffees to your exhilarating training.

He would no longer have any of those as now you lay dead , robbed from his safe embrace because life was too cruel and unforgiving and had to take away the one good thing he had his life.

He no longer felt angry at the world. No, he felt awake and mad . Be prepared , Gotham , for tonight two children died and your long awaited recogning is comming with nothing but cold , bitter , unforgiving blood shed.

A crow in the distance let out a war cry as Damien kisses your forehead one last time before the spider lillies cover your form one last time , shadong your innocence from the raging hell Damien is about to bestow upon the world.. A gentle breeze blows, and Damien unsheathes his sword, ready to bring destruction and ruin to the world.

dreaming world

prepare to be

awaken.

Part 3, anyone ?

[if-loves]

saviour

// Yandere Sunday

sum: Sunday firmly believes that only you can save him.

wc: 955

warnings: ooc sunday prob, some description of drowning

a/n: tried to make this as gn as possible, if there’s any use of gendered pronouns pls lmk! and sowwy for not posting!! hope everyone got sunday!!! and happy (early) new year!!!

likes & reblogs appreciated :)

You’ve always been a particularly devoted member of The Family. You cared not for being noticed or rewarded for your efforts, often blending in the background and doing your work behind the countless screens of Penacony. Backstage, away from the suffocating and headache-inducing fluorescent lights and cameras and worst of all the eyes of the audience, was your calling. You liked hiding.

But Sunday has always been a sharp man. He has always noticed the smallest details, the countless people who drifted between the realm of dreams and reality, and the people who kept the delicate peace. He has always noticed you.

With meticulous planning, he orchestrated your many meetings. The first was what he called an accidental run-in, the second a pleasant coincidence, the third a professional meeting with the head of Oak Family. With an innocent smile and gentle touches, he inches himself closer to you, his gloved hands brushing yours as you tell him of the many requests and suggestions proposed by guests and residents.

Sunday thinks he could fall into your eyes and drown in them. He wouldn’t struggle, is what he believes. He’d embrace the water filling his lungs, the feeling of his airway being constricted, and the darkness that consumes him once the flow of oxygen comes to a full halt. Did you feel the same, for him?

You’re good at keeping a professional front. If his light touches are affecting you somehow, you don’t show it, instead carrying on the conversation despite his dry replies. If anything, he thinks you want this meeting to be over and done with as soon as possible. The thought makes him feel sad, if not a little angry.

“And that is a summary of the most common requests and suggestions that long-time guests and residents have made. If you have the time, I would recommend reading them over individually, however I am aware that you are very busy, so I hope that the summary provides you with sufficient information in order to consider implementing the feedback from our guests and residents.” You look at him expectantly, the neatly stapled papers pushed to his side. He wishes you’d look at him differently.

“Thank you for your work. I will be sure to find some time to read over these reports, and you will be the first to know of the feedback that Penacony will implement.” He smiles at you as warmly as he can, but he knows it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Whether you notice or not, or whether you even care, is beyond him, and it fills him with frustration. He’d do anything for a chance to pick you open and study your being, from your beating heart to the depths of your soul, if it meant that he would finally be able to understand even a little bit of you.

“The pleasure is all mine, Mr Sunday. I will be taking my leave now.” You stand and dip your head in respect, and gather your things and leave without a second glance or hesitation in your steps. He stays seated, staring at where you once were, until the sound of your footsteps fade into silence and he is left to the madness of his thoughts.

Would it be so wrong to keep you for himself? Surely no one could understand the desperate desire that has seeped into his veins, that claws at his very being every second of the day, and surely no one could quell the madness that threatens his sanity other than you, and surely no one would miss you as much as he does every waking moment. If he could be greedy just once, could it be for you? Would you let him?

-

Perhaps having the issue of the memory zone meme isn’t such a bad thing. After all, it gave Sunday the opportunity to take you away. Now, there was nowhere you could run, chained to his bed and confined to his room. He feels like a giddy child as he watches you sleep in his sheets, and he’s almost afraid that he’s the one stuck in a cruel dream.

Removing the glove on his right hand, he hesitantly reaches out to touch your cheek. When your skin touches his, he swears he feels bliss and electricity all the same. A shiver runs down his spine, and he greedily rests his whole hand on your cheek. He thinks he could watch you like this for the rest of time and then some.

When you awake, you find him staring at you, a smile on his face. This one reaches his eyes, and there’s even a sparkle in them. He says it’s the sparkle of happiness, but you’re sure it’s closer to that of madness. Naturally, you thrash and struggle to no avail, and all Sunday does is watch with the same, genuine smile.

Eventually, when you tire of your fruitless struggle, he kneels and takes one of your hands in his. He brings it to his forehead, eyes closed, and you think you see a tear slip down his cheek. The light from the window behind him casts a shadow over him, and to you, he looks like the devil. However, it illuminates you, and he thinks you’ve never looked more heavenly. His saviour, his Aeon, his everything.

“Will you be my Aeon?” He asks, and although he knows that he has forsaken anything and everything holy for this moment of sin, he can’t help the pure happiness that explodes in his chest when you don’t reply. After all, in both your fields of work, no answer might as well be a vote of agreement. You wouldn’t say no to such a devoted follower, would you?

[jjoongstar]

𝕷𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝕾𝖔𝖚𝖑

➸pairing: grim reaper seonghwa x innocent fem reader

➸genre: fluff, angst

➸wc: 3.4k

➸warnings: none. mentions of nicknames. death

➸a/n: an apology post for being mia for a while (please forgive me). not proofread!😔🫂

you sat by the window seat in your bedroom, reading a book while you bask in the evening sun. a soft blanket over your lap to keep you cozy and a cushion behind your back. you were so into the story that you didn't bother on what's happening appearing, in your bedroom.

a tall dark figure appeared suddenly in your room and it approached behind you in silence. you sense the presence and looked over your shoulder right before the figure could touch you. its pale hand was near to your shoulder but it halted when you noticed its presence.

silence fills the air as you attentively tried to figure out, who or what even is this peculiar figure. tall and lean with a long black cloak that covers the top of its head and its whole body, only revealing its face and hands. you stare back at the eyes that bore into yours from the start. though he had an intimidating look, you didn't fear him at all. instead, you felt at ease with its aura.

"i really like your eyes,"

"what?" the unknown figure was taken aback by your words and he stumbled backwards a few steps.

its face contorts in a shocked expression and it felt its heart thump when you smile at it. it clutches the fabric of its robe over its chest, feeling the weird sensation. what the hell is this? i don't have a heart!

you marked the last page you read and place the book aside before you make small steps towards the unknown entity. your smile never falter as you reach up your hands and graze your fingers across its cheek. cold. his skin was iced cold on your fingertips. you saw how the entity hitched its breath upon your touch.

"you're so pretty too. who are you?" there was no response as it was still in a stunned state. you gasp when your brain connected the dots.

"are you perhaps… an angel?!"

"huh? EW NO!" it felt disgusted by your assumption of its identity and grabbed your wrist, shoving it away harshly from its face. when you winced in pain, guilty flooded its mind.

"sorry, i didn't mean to hurt or scare you," its raspy voice speaks again.

"you didn't scare me, why would i be afraid of an angel like you," a pretty face like that, who on earth would be afraid?

"first off, I'm not that kind of angel you think i am. also, everyone fears me, so why are you…smiling?"

"there's nothing scary of you angel!" you said giddily and beams a wider smile at him.

"stop calling me that!" it said through gritted teeth and eyes blaring in flame. but you kept that smile on your face, yet you felt more intrigued over this unidentified presence.

"then do you have a name i should call you? oh my name is-"

"i already know who you are. there's no need for introductions when…you're gonna…huh?" the last words from it fades slowly when you wrap your arms around its middle and your eyes full of gleam, looking at it from below.

its shaky hands tried to push you away but the way your face was full of admiration and eyes glimmer in hope, it tugs another string at its non-existent heart. i guess it wouldn't hurt for my name since she's gonna die either way.

"seonghwa. call me seonghwa,"

"hwa!" his name sounded so beautiful too, it matches his face really well and you felt so happy that he finally gave his name to you. you hugged him a bit tighter than before.

"no, seong…hwa," he emphasised every syllable of his name.

"hwa!"

"seonghwa,"

"HWA!" he sighs in defeat and lets you win. however, he felt his body getting relaxed when you have him in your hold. for once, he felt…comfort.

"now dear, the reason I'm here is to-"

"to accompany me!" you cut him off and release him from your grasp as you went to your wardrobe.

he tried to speak up in defense but you ignored him as you dress yourself up in something warm and suitable for an outside occasion. you grab his wrist and drags him towards outside. even though he is bigger and much stronger than you, he felt like he should just let you take him to wherever you wish. that is, to take a walk outside.

he kept on babbling he doesn't want to to this, but he still kept on walking beside you because your hand felt so soft touching his, and you never let go of his hand. after a while, you got used to his skin temperature. cold, but soft.

you pass by your neighbor's house and the owner greeted you. being your usual self, you gleefully greeted back with a wave of your hand.

"I'm here with a friend today," you tug seonghwa to show off to the old lady, but she had a concerned look instead of the expression you hoped for. was she not happy with the new friend?

"oh uh dear, i bet your friend must be as lovely as you are, i hope…. you go get along now," she mutters out the words carefully in a sentence. hoping she doesn't hurt your feelings.

you continued your journey with seonghwa and truthfully, you felt a bit sad that the lady didn't greet seonghwa too. does she not see him?

"no one can see me accept you," you turned your head over him surprised with his sudden response. can he read minds?

"well, let's say, magically, i do can read your mind, but just yours," he chuckles and you felt your heart flutters upon hearing him.

"so you are an angel!" you stopped in your tracks and tugs on his arm.

"not so, well, sort of, actually I'm a…uh…I'm…" he tongue refuses to mutter out the words as he saw the way your eyes sparkles in adoration and hope at him. he didn't have the heart to say the truth when you're like this. but you kept the smile on your face, waiting for his full response.

"yea, i am what you call that," he sighs.

"angel hwa!" you finally release his hand and you skipped your way back home. you've never felt so happier to eventually got a friend, an angel at that. that's what you thought he was.

seonghwa on the other hand, his lips formed into a small smile on his face, his eyes admiring you from behind. she looks so adorable. what the actual fuck? he slaps his own face, realizing his own actions.

you made yourself dinner and even made extra for seonghwa. he doesn't have to eat, but seeing your efforts in the cooking, he force the whole dish down his throat. he sat beside you and prop his chin with the palm of his hand while he admires you enjoying your meal. he likes the way you would squirm in joy and praise the food in every bite.

so cute. what the hell seonghwa?! he snaps himself out and clears up his throat. then tells you to clean yourself up for bed. you happily obliged to his orders with a happy stomach.

once you made yourself in bed, seonghwa tells you to sleep, but you only whine back at him as you were not that sleepy yet. seonghwa sighs and sits down beside you on the bed, he leans his back to the headboard.

"sleep now or you'll be cranky next morning," he pulls the blanket over your chest, tucking you in.

"but i don't get cranky," you whine again with a pout. seonghwa's lips betrays him once again with another smile and he caresses your head gently. yea, a pure soul like yours would never be in that state. a pure soul. SOUL!

seonghwa's eyes widen and found himself in a daze again and snaps out of it quickly. your eyes never left seonghwa's beautiful face. you want to admire it your whole life. you finally felt the drowsiness crept in when you yawned.

"will i see you again next morning, hwa?" you ask him with lidded tired eyes.

seonghwa hesitated at first. should he tell the truth or should he kept on lying? he bit his lip, before responding to you.

"yes, you will. that is if you close your eyes now sweetheart," you scrunch you nose when he boops it.

you felt so safe with him. you held hope in his promise. eager in wanting to see him first thing in the morning, and you force yourself to sleep.

seonghwa waited for you to finally drift off when your breathing fell consistent and your mind at peace. he stood up carefully from the bed, staring down at your whole body. he lets out a long sigh before he brings out the scythe he had kept hidden from your vision.

he needs to take your soul now. he was supposed to do that when he first met you, but he delayed. you were the first person to like him, to admire his beauty, the first human being to actually hugged him. hug. who knew a human would hug a grim reaper that was bout to take its soul away.

seonghwa grips the scythe's holder tighter. hesitate clouds his head. take her soul now seonghwa! he hovers the weapon above your body but his movements faltered when his eyes lands on your face, snoring quietly with a smile. must be having a nice dream.

FUCKING HELL SEONGHWA! he caught himself off guard and threw his scythe away as it disappeared again, back to its safe place. he walks away from you and runs his hand through his hair. frustration. confusion. denial.

he sits down on a chair that was facing you from a far. he decides to calm himself down and maybe wait a just little bit longer, then he'll take your soul. the night went on in silence as he stayed there admiring you from a far.

through the dark sky, from the same window he first laid eyes on you, dark smoke clouds behind it and slips through into the bedroom through a little gap. the smoke then swirls around the end of your bed and it thickens to form two new identical entities.

"fucking hell, look at her san!" said the first dark little figure with horns to the other one that looks just the same just a tad bit bigger.

you twist in your sleep that results in the blanket to be pushes aside, revealing your bare calves.

"wooyoung! she looks so scrumptious, don't you think?" the other one hovered over your body and points out at your exposed plump skin.

"i want to sink my teeth in and savor her…" the one named wooyoung reached out his hands and bare its teeth to you while his other companion, san, was already drooling to the thought.

"don't you two dare touch her, demons." a thundering growl elicits by the grim reaper from the darkness in the corner of the bedroom.

the two little demons shrieked and hugged each other as they were surprised by the sudden interruption of their nice meal.

"damn, seonghwa! calm down will ya. you're always cranky all the time, try smiling for once," wooyoung pulled away from san first and walks over to seonghwa but he only made a few steps before he halted as seonghwa gave him an intense glare.

"I'm a reaper, why should i be smiling you filthy thing. why do you two chose her to disturb tonight either way?" seonghwa stood beside your bed as to protect you from the harm of the two demons.

"well actually we're not here for her, we're here for you. she's just so beautiful we kinda got distracted," san was the one tho explained while wooyoung nodded, agreeing with him. seonghwa only gave a glaring look just for the same demon to further elaborate.

"her soul was supposed to collected, but in the list, its still hasn't, so we we're tasked to go check it out as it was your responsibility, seonghwa," a tight frown forms on the reaper's face. he knew this would happen. he sighs in annoyance before giving his reason.

"give me some time, i promise I'll give it soon. now go back to hell you two!" seonghwa shoos them away but they were whining not wanting to leave and stay with you.

"get the fuck out!" seonghwa opens wide the window before shoving the two outside and closes it back shut and pulls down the curtain.

he heard a soft sound from behind him, you were twisting and turning in your sleep, muttering incoherent words. he steps closer to you and heard you calling out for him, but your eyes were still shut. he lays himself down beside you and pulls you into his arms.

i shall never let anything taint your little innocent soul.

"hwa…" you mumble out his name and he shushes you back to sleep.

"I'm here, you're hwa is here."

your body felt his presence and snuggles into his chest. seonghwa pulls you in tighter and lets you rest under his protection for the entire night.

you felt bright light beaming onto your face and you were woken up by the sun shining from your window. your stretch out your limbs with a soft grunt. you felt sudden adrenaline that morning, it was the most peaceful sleep you've ever had and you wanted to tell seonghwa. you need see seonghwa. you looked all over your room, but no one was there.

"seonghwa?" you heart sinks when there was no response. did he left? but he promised…

"seonghwa!" you voice in a higher octave but cracked as you were on edge of bawling your eyes out.

"my dear, i was out to fetch some food for you," his voice erupted from the opening of the door. you jumped out of bed and ran towards him. he held the tray of a full meal higher in the air so it doesn't bump you when you abruptly wrap your arms around him.

"i thought you left,"

"well, i didn't, now sit down and eat your food, human," you happily made your way to a small table as seonghwa puts down the tray and lets you gobble them all up.

you were hugging in bed and you rest the side of your head to his chest, and you hum curiously as you let your hand wander around his chest.

"i don't have a heart sweetie," he said

"well, i do," you exclaimed and took his frail hand and place it firmly on your chest. he gasped quietly as he feels your heartbeat. the soft thumping felt so surreal to his hands. it felt so soft and beautiful. and he wanted to keep on feeling and hearing this heartbeat forever. to cherish it everyday of his immortal lifetime.

realization of his true demeanor made him snap out of the trance you put him in. he realized he should've end that beating heart of yours, not admire it.

he pushes you away from him. though, his actions never made you think negatively. you giddily grab him back and snuggles back on his chest. seonghwa was easily defeated by your innocence and he lets you get comfortable with him again. another day of spending more time you, and ignoring his true intentions.

days after days, you two spent a lot of time together, actually, the whole time. from morning to night, from dusk till dawn, from midnight to midday. every hour, every minute, every second. you enjoyed his company very much and he was getting more comfortable with you and protected you at all times behind your back without you knowing.

seonghwa sat on your bed with his legs crossed and back leans against the headboard as he listens attentively to your little rambling of the book you're currently reading.

"…and then the queen took in her late husband's mistress into becoming her new slave and they got married in the end! yayyy happily ever after to them!" you throw your hands both up in the air joyfully.

"you're so adorable, come here," seonghwa chuckles and you made your way to him before he pulls you down to sit on his lap.

the longer he stayed with you, you became very familiar of his bold and alluring scent. he smells so rich and seductive. the burst of sweet and spicy, like of coffees and vanillas which gives off a warm and also intoxicating aura.

seonghwa wraps your smaller body with his arms. you snuggle into his embrace as you leaned your back against his chest. his fingers trace undefinable patterns on the skin of your arms. you elicits soft giggle as it tickles you a bit. hearing your soft sounds, also made seonghwa giggles along with you. it tugs the heartstrings of his non existing heart.

you love little moments like this with him.

but luck was not on your side that day. the same smoke that almost haunt you in your sleep came back. though this time, it was only the the demon named wooyoung that appeared.

"yo seonghwa, its been three months. what took you so long to take…her…soul??" you gasp when you laid eyes on the horned devil. seonghwa quickly covered your eyes with his hands and you felt his chest vibrates as he growls.

"FUCKING HELL!! are you hugging…wait…why are you…no wait…have you lost your…wait WAIT…WHAT ARE EVEN YOU DOING PARK SEONGHWA?!!" the little menace widens his eyes. hands pulling the long strands of his hair. shouting. screaming. panicking. shocked? no, he was far more than that. he almost exploded with the sight in front of him.

you tried to release his hand as you wanted to have your visions back but his grip to your face became tighter.

"please leave…" you heard him sigh.

"please? did you just said please? damn, a reaper begging and said the 'P' word to a lowlife like me? that's a first. what have you become…"

"I SAID LEAVE!" the demon quickly disappeared right before the blade of seonghwa's scythe could touch him when he swung it.

the room fell in utter silence when seonghwa retracts his hand back. you looked down to your hands instead of looking to the man behind you.

"I'm sorry, i should've told the truth. that I'm-"

"a grim reaper,"

you felt seonghwa's body getting tense after hearing those words coming out from your mouth. you turned around and held his face in the palm of your hands.

"i already knew from the first time you came into my room,"

"huhh how? then…why did you-"

"you reek death, hwa," your chuckles made him giggle. let's savor this last smile of him before the last breath.

sorrow fills seonghwa's eyes. you couldn't help but feel bad for him. he pulls you closer to his chest, his face on the side of your neck, his hands placed themselves on your back, pushing you as close as he can to you. chest to chest. he felt every beat of your heart. remember and loving every thump. you wrap your arms around his neck and brush along his silky black hair.

"I'm really sorry…i should've done it sooner…i should not have grown attached to you…i-" you shush him and heard little sobs from the side of your ear.

he pulls you away and his hand cups the side of your cheek as his thumb rubs along your cheekbones. he pulls your face closer to his and place his lips onto yours. for an angel of death, his lips were soft and it tasted so sweet.

"forgive me, my little soul," he pulls away from you as his other hand grips the handle of his scythe behind you till it could almost snap in two.

"seonghwa." you trace your fingers across seonghwa's beautiful dark teary eyes for the last time.

you flash him a soft smile and gave him a last kiss on his lips. a tear rolled down seonghwa's face as he felt your last breath on his face and your body fell limp in his hold. he choked on his sobs when he no longer feel your lovely beating heart.

for a grim reaper who has no soul, he felt his non-existent heart shatter to a million pieces.

she finally said my name.

dividers

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[guiltyc0nscience]

⋆˙⟡ here’s to 2025, matt sturniolo

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

synopsis. in which your boyfriend, matt, is your new years kiss when it hits 12am.

warnings. one kiss, matt calls reader sweetheart once, fluff.

word count. 660 words.

authors note. happy new year when it comes to you all. i love you guys so much, i hope you all have the best year ever.

the bass from the music thumped in your chest as you stepped into the dimly lit living room of the new year’s eve party. golden fairy lights crisscrossed the ceiling, their warm glow reflecting off the glittering decorations—and, admittedly, your short, sparkly dress. confetti was already scattered across the floor, and the sound of laughter and excited chatter filled the space. your heels clicked against the hardwood as you scanned the room, your eyes landing on him almost instantly.

matt was leaning casually against the drink table, dressed in a white long sleeve with a red plaid flannel and jeans, his dark hair slightly messy like he’d been running his hands through it. even in the crowded room, he stood out, his sharp jawline and easy posture making him look effortlessly perfect. the second his eyes found yours, a small smile tugged at his lips, and your heart skipped a beat.

you barely had time to register the butterflies in your stomach before he started making his way toward you. the sea of people seemed to part as he approached, his gaze never leaving yours.

“hey,” he said, his voice low and warm as he stopped in front of you. his eyes flicked down to your dress, lingering for just a second before meeting yours again. “you look…”

you tilted your head, waiting for him to finish.

“…really beautiful,” he said, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. his hand found yours, his thumb brushing lightly against your knuckles. “missed you.”

“you’ve been here an hour,” you teased, your lips curving into a small smile despite yourself.

“yeah, and it’s been an hour too long,” he shot back, pulling you a step closer so he could speak just above the noise. his fingers skimmed your waist, sending a spark of warmth through you.

before either of you could say more, someone yelled from across the room, “two minutes ‘til midnight!” the crowd cheered, the energy in the room shifting as everyone started gathering around the TV to watch the ball drop.

matt glanced at the group but didn’t move. his attention was fully on you, his fingers still toying lightly with the fabric of your dress. “you wanna stay here?” he asked, his voice quieter now. “it’s a little… much over there.”

you nodded, a light smile on your lips. “here’s good.”

he smirked, his hand slipping to your lower back as he led you toward a quieter corner near the window. the countdown had already begun, the voices growing louder with each number. matt stopped and turned to face you, his hands resting on your hips as he pulled you closer.

“ten… nine… eight…” the crowd chanted.

your eyes met his, and the noise around you faded into the background. his thumb brushed softly against your waist, and the corner of his mouth lifted in a small, crooked smile.

“seven… six…”

“new years kiss?” he murmured, tilting his head slightly. the playful look in his eyes softened when you nodded, your breath hitching as his fingers gently traced the line of your spine.

“five… four… three…”

the warmth of his hand steadied you as he leaned in, his forehead almost brushing yours. his eyes flicked down to your lips for the briefest moment before locking back on yours.

“two… one!”

“happy new year!” the room erupted, but all you felt was matt’s lips on yours. the kiss was soft, unhurried, like he wanted to make the most of every second. his hand slid up to cradle your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek as the world around you blurred into nothing.

when he finally pulled back, his lips still ghosting over yours, he opened his eyes and gave you the kind of smile that made your knees weak.

“happy new year, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice low and rough in the best way.

you couldn’t help but smile, your hand still resting lightly against his chest. “happy new year, matt.”

he kissed you again, slower this time, his grip on your waist tightening slightly as he pulled you impossibly closer. you didn’t need the cheers, the confetti, or the chaos of the party—this was all you’d wanted to start the year with.

[engie-ivy]

Happy New Year!✨

Enjoy some New Year's Wolfstar Fluff😃

1430 words

“If, in the upcoming year, you actually manage to convince Lily Evans to be your girlfriend, then I promise that before the year is over, I will get up on a table and loudly proclaim my feelings for Remus Lupin for anyone to hear.”

May We All Have Our Hopes, Our Will To Try

Happy New Year - Abba

“I swear this is gonna be the year.”

“Mate, for Godric’s sake, just give it up.”

James shakes his head, not taking his eyes off of Lily. “She's warming up to me, I swear.”

Sirius rolls his eyes. “And what gave you that idea? That she called you an arrogant pillock just a moment ago?”

“Her tone is changing,” James insist. “It may sound exasperated, but as of late, there's a hint of fondness underneath.”

“I'm not trying to rain on your parade,” Sirius says. “Really. I'm not. But I want more for you. You're a catch, mate.” Sirius clasps James on his back. “Best in every class, maybe except for me sometimes, absolute Quidditch hero, master of pranks, together with myself, of course. Do you have any idea how many girls are always looking at you? Who would give up half their house's points to be with you? There's so much more out there for you!”

“But I want her,” James says curtly.

Sirius sighs. “Yes, you've made that evidently clear over the last few years. Aren't you at least getting tired of constantly being rejected?”

Now James turns to Sirius. “At least I'm putting myself out there, putting my heart on the line. It's by no means a guarantee that my love will ever be reciprocated, but it sure as hell gives me more of a chance than you have, with your strategy of always keeping your feelings hidden for the object of your affections.” He turns his head to look at Remus.

Sirius cheeks colour and he slaps James’ arm. “Don't look!” He hisses.

“Really, Pads,” James says, looking back at Sirius. “It might not exactly be where I want it to be, but at least I know where I stand with Lily. You have no bloody idea how he feels about you, because you won't bloody tell him how you feel.”

Sirius crosses his arms over his chest. “Some of us are not quite as fond of rejection as you are.”

“There's a chance of rejection, by no means a certainty. If you would just take the risk…”

“Him and I have a close friendship that could be ruined,” Sirius reminds James. “Excuse me for not being willing to risk that.”

“Okay, fine,” James says, throwing up his hands. “Let's forget about reciprocation or rejection for a moment. I think Lily simply deserves to know she is loved, regardless of whether she loves me back or not. So I tell her, as often as I can. Don't you want Moo-”

“Ssst!”

“Don't you want the object of your affection to know that?”

“It'll probably just make him feel awkward,” Sirius mumbles.

“Or confident. Happy. Loved. And besides,” James shrugs. “If Lily ever does change her mind, she won't ever have to doubt where I stand.”

“Prongs, she's not gonna-” Sirius shakes his head. “You know what? Let's make a deal. If, in the upcoming year, you actually manage to convince Lily Evans to be your girlfriend, then I promise that before the year is over, I will get up on a table and loudly proclaim my feelings for Remus Lupin for anyone to hear.”

A grin spreads over James’ face. “Deal.”

It's five minutes to midnight and Mary is handing out glasses of champagne to everyone at her New Year's Eve party.

“Is everyone ready?” Mary asks excitedly.

“Well,” James says, holding his glass of champagne in one hand, while his other is resting on Lily's waist, who's leaning heavily against him. “I actually think Padfoot still has an announcement to make.”

Sirius glares at James, but he has given his word, Marauder’s honour, and he has been postponing as much as he could, with only five minutes of the year being left.

Here goes nothing.

He walks up to the table and climbs on top. All their friends, including one Remus Lupin, stop their conversations to stare at him.

“Right. Ehm, hello. So… I suppose I should tell you that…” Sirius takes a deep breath. “I, Sirius Black, have feelings for Remus Lupin. I mean, I'm actually quite besotted with him. In love, you could say. I'm in love with Remus Lupin.”

Gasps echo through the room.

“Finally,” Marlene says.

“I knew it!” Mary exclaims.

“What?” Fabian asks. “Our Remus?” Gideon asks.

“Sirius and Remus?” Peter squeaks.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” Benjy says on repeat.

Caradoc is just opening and closing his mouth without any sound coming out.

Remus doesn't say anything, just stares at Sirius wide-eyed with his mouth slightly parted.

The new year arrives almost immediately after, and everyone snaps out of the shock by starting to hug and kiss each other and wishing everyone a happy new year. As they embrace him, people whisper things in Sirius’ ear like ‘good luck!’, ‘I'm rooting for you!’, ‘You've got some guts, Black’ and ‘I can't believe you just did that’.

Except for Remus. In fact, Remus seems to be avoiding Sirius completely.

“Give him some time,” James whispers as he embraces his brother.

Sirius just nods around the lump in his throat. This is why he had wanted to keep his feelings to himself, this is exactly what he thought would happen. Well, maybe it's not really… Maybe he had hoped…

“Give me your keys.”

Sirius, who ended up going home early and had just reached his motorcycle, turns around at the sound of the voice. “Excuse me?”

“Give me your keys,” Remus repeats.

Sirius stares at him for a moment, then shakes his head. “I hate to break it to you, Moony, but me having feelings for you is still no reason for me to give you my bike.”

“I hate to break it to you,” Remus retorts. “But you publicly embarrassing me is still no reason for me to let you drunk-drive yourself into an accident!”

“Drunk-dri- What are you even talking about?”

“Come on, Siri, you must be drunk off your arse.”

“Remus,” Sirius says. “I had one sip of champagne at midnight, and that's it. Do you really think I'd be that stupid?”

Remus blinks at him. “Then why… Then why would you… Why would you get up on the table and…”

“I'll admit that it wasn't my preferred method,” Sirius says. “But I had lost the wager I made with Prongs…”

Realisation dawns in Remus’ eyes, like the world suddenly makes sense again. “Ah, so you didn't publicly embarrass me because you're drunk, you publicly embarrassed me because you lost a bet.”

Sirius frowns. “I can't pretend I also would've done it if it wasn't for the bet, no, but honestly, I think I mostly ended up publicly embarrassing myself.”

“Can you at least try to consider someone else's feelings?” Remus asks angrily. “Do you, or you and James both, actually think it's funny to use pretending to be in love with me as a stake in one of your stupid bets? Did you ever consider what that would feel like for me?”

Sirius can only stare at Remus as he wraps his mind around his words, and suddenly he sees his anger from a whole new perspective.

“Of course you didn't,” Remus says, and he turns to walk away.

“Moony, wait!” Sirius rushes forward and grabs Remus’ arm, spinning him back around. “If you think what I'm thinking you're thinking, it's not what you think.”

Remus just gives him a cold look.

For Godric’s sake, Sirius thinks. He got up on a bloody table and announced his deepest feelings in front of all their bloody friends, he's not gonna let Remus walk away now still not knowing! For the second time that evening, Sirius takes a deep breath.

“I didn't believe James constantly publicly proclaiming his feelings for Lily would ever work, so we made a deal that if it did work, I would publicly proclaim my feelings for you.”

“Your…”

“My feelings. My true feelings. No pretense.”

“So you're actually…”

“In love with you.”

Remus opens and closes his mouth a couple of times. “You're an idiot, Sirius Black,” he eventually manages to say, which might not be as romantic as Sirius would've hoped for, but luckily, he continues. “Getting up on a table like that in the middle of the party, instead of just coming and talking to me.”

“So had I done that… you wouldn't have avoided me all night?” Sirius asks tentatively.

Remus takes a step closer and grabs the lapels of Sirius’ jacket. “My response would've been something like this.” And before Sirius can do anything, he crashes their lips together.

[satoru-is-the-way]

A/N: Hello everyone it has been a while since I have done any sort of fanfiction. I want to try and get back in the groove for this new year. There are so many fandoms I want to write for. I want to try and get all my drafts and inbox requests cleared out by June but who knows if that will happen. Right now I will focus on them one at a time. But for now I want to focus a bit on Squid Game since the new episode just released. This will be a two part fanfiction.

Triggers: Mention of death, Gore (part 2), smoking, alcohol use, age gap (reader is 25 , Seong is 50,) and SMUT (PART 2)

Seong Gi- Hun x Reader

Game of Hearts pt.1

Seong Gi- Hun had his heart, mind, and soul set on finding the person who currently ran the Squid Game. He needed to find not only their leader but the island he was sent to in hopes of stopping the horrid games once and for all. His first step was to find the salesman who recruited him. Gi- Hun needed a team searching everyday for signs of this recruiter, and with his money he could afford anyone he desires. That is how (Y/n) (L/n) landed an invitation from Gi- Hun to discuss a partnership. Doing his research on possible hires, her name somehow kept finding its way to the top of his list. (Y/n) (L/n) came from an international family who of course aren't exactly on the right side of the law. Gi- Hun normally would not converse with people such as this but he needed someone discreet. It is possible this foreigner may be just the thing he needed to give a different perspective, and if they were caught it wouldn't connect back to him.

Gi- Hun sat patiently waiting for (Y/n) to arrive. His leg bounced nervously as the anticipation continued to grow. He was eager to get his mission started and this was only the first step in his plan. So many doubts ran through his mind. Everything that happened, all the friends lost, and worst of all the betrayals. A gentle knock at the door instantly grabbed his attention. “You may enter.” He spoke in a monotone voice. A cricking sound echoed in the room as (Y/n) entered. Now Gi- Hun had seen many beautiful foreigners in his life but this woman took his breath away. A feeling was rekindling he never thought possible again especially with how things ended with his ex wife whom Gi- Hun used to harbor feelings for. (Y/n) was a decent height, not taller than he was. Her sharp (e/c) eyes had been the first thing that captivated him. A look someone in power gave and it made him almost fall to his knees in front of her. (Y/n) held her head high taking a seat in front of him. She crossed her legs elegantly ready for business. Suddenly his lips were dry he quickly wets them taking a breath in.

“Are you just going to sit there and sweat all over the place or talk business?” Her tone that made him hang off every word spoken.

Gi- Hun nods,” Forgive me. I am looking for someone and I believe your team has the skill set needed to help.”

“Sure, do you have a picture of this suspect? Do you want them dead or alive?” (Y/n) got straight to the point.

“No I don’t have a picture but I can describe him, maybe even draw a reference up, but I do need him alive. This man is very dangerous. I didn't plan to go into detail about him. I do think you need to know what I have been through…” Gi- Hun then goes into details about how the salesman looked and tells her the synopsis of his time in the Squid Games. In honesty he simply needed to vent to some who might listen. Like any normal person of course her facial expressions changed throughout the entire hour he spent rambling on. Just as she was about to call him a lunatic and storm out for wasting her time Gi- Hun pulled out a case of money. The sum only one could achieve if his story was true. He looked like a desperate man needing someone, anyone to believe him.

“I’m in.” Those are the words that sealed their fate.

_1 Year Later_

The first year was rough for Gi- Hun who struggled with no progress. The pressure built on his shoulders as (Y/n)’s team searched. No leads, signs, or any traces of this guy or any others recruiting for their sadistic game. He is currently lighting a cigarette leaning back in his chair. It was time for (Y/n)'s weekly update. She walked into the room. The once stone cold eyes now turn soft seeing Gi- Huns distress. It was easy to notice he was worked up, especially today because it happened to be the ‘anniversary’ of him winning the games.

(Y/n) had also opened up with Gi- Hun the older man constantly turned to her for conversation. Normally she would dismiss clients' interests in becoming more than just professional partners… However this man , using those sad puppy looks made her professional code crumble after the first 3 months. Today Gi- Hun started their normal conversation about who went where and searched what stations including all the evidence of their searches that had been submitted via picture. (Y/n) in the middle of their debriefing took a bold step behind Gi- Hun’s desk gently placing both of her soft hands on his shoulders. At first he tensed up, unsure of her movements. Little by little her hands began to move , rubbing his shoulders.

“What…why are you doing this?” His voice shakes from the amount of relaxation he was drifting into. She chuckled at his response and applied more pressure at the base of his neck earning a moan. “You are trying to kill me aren't you?”

“Gi- Hun if I wanted to kill you and take all of your money I would have done so already. But I wouldn’t ever think of doing that. After meeting you nothing feels the same… I want to meet more than once a week. I can see this is tearing you apart. You have been at this for a year… we may not have much progress… but I know destiny brought us together and it's just begun. I won’t leave your side.” She could not stop as her heart took over.

Gi- Hun is speechless gazing up into her large (e/c) eyes that sparkle in the dim light of this run down hotel. “It's dangerous, I am dangerous. All the people that were killed… I hated that I even got you involved… you are the closest friend I have made in a very long time.”

Friend… just like that her world crumbles this whole time she had only been a friend to Gi- Hun and nothing more? All the late nights thinking of him. How (Y/n) casually would scroll through their texts… Each sweet compliment or kind gesture from Gi- Hun meant nothing but… friendship… (Y/n) refused to let her emotions show now.

“Yeah, what are friends for! I know you would do the same for me if the roles were reversed… or at least I would hope so.” She felt her cheeks warm up as he stood gazing down at her. Gi- Hun pulled her into a hug needing more physical contact. (Y/n) quickly embraces him as well, feeling the need to act as if this was no more than a friendship.

“I don't know what I would do without you.” He whispered. It was breaking Gi- Hun to tell her this was nothing more than a friendship because he craved more. But he didn't need to put a target on her back. If she got caught up in these horrid games… if they killed her… Gi- Hun wouldn't be able to move on.

“I should get going. I have some more paths to lay out with my men. They need to know where to head for next week.” (Y/n) pulled back, turning to leave.

Gi- Hun grabbed the small of her forearm, “Wait! How about we get some drinks tomorrow. It's an off day… I would really like to treat you… Come here and I’ll take you somewhere nice… as professional friends of course!” It took a moment for her to respond properly, she had to make sure her voice did not waver, not in front of him anymore.

“Yeah I would love that. How does around noon sound?” She asked after receiving a confirmation from Gi- Hun (Y/n) left returning to her apartment tossing herself in the bed with a sigh. Why is she putting herself through this? The desire to cancel this meetup was close but she had to see him… She craves Seong Gi- Hun.

-To Be Continued.

[n0vazsq]

Christmas dinner | JMM21 x Reader

pairing . . . pepe marti x gf!reader

summary . . . Celebrating the holidays with your boyfriend's family couldn't get any better

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 1.2k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . idk pepe's sisters' names so i just made up a random one!! also i'm pretty sure he's the youngest so yeah

. . . The air in Barcelona was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and the faint aroma of churros from the corner cafe down the street.

You adjusted the scarf around your neck as you and Pepe walked hand in hand toward his family home. The twinkling Christmas lights strung across the neighborhood made the evening glow with a warm, festive cheer.

"I’m warning you now," Pepe said with a grin, his fingers squeezing yours gently. "My family goes all out for Christmas. Like, all out. You’re in for a wild night."

You laughed, nudging him playfully with your shoulder. "I’m sure I can handle it. Besides, how wild can it be? Singing carols and eating turrón doesn’t sound that dangerous."

Pepe gave you a troublesome look, his dark eyes gleaming. "Just wait. My abuelo always has a surprise up his sleeve, and my sister has been plotting something since last week. You’ve been warned."

As you reached his house, the sight of his family’s beautifully decorated home made your heart warm. Fairy lights framed the windows, and a Christmas tree glowed through the living room curtains.

When Pepe opened the door, the sound of laughter and lively conversation spilled out, along with the comforting aroma of roasted meat and freshly baked bread.

"Pepe!" his older sister, Camila, called out as she came to hug him. She stopped mid hug when she saw you, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "Oh my gosh, you’re finally here! We’ve heard so much about you!"

You laughed nervously as Pepe shot her a warning look. "Camila…"

"What?" she said innocently, giving you a grin before pulling you into a hug. "I’m just saying what everyone’s thinking."

Pepe’s mom appeared next, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel as she greeted you with the same warmth. "Welcome, carino," she said, pulling you into a quick embrace. "We’re so happy you could join us. Pepe’s told us so much about you."

"Only good things, I hope?" you said teasingly, glancing at Pepe.

His mom winked. "Mostly good things."

The evening was spent in a whirlwind of laughter, delicious food, and family traditions that made you feel instantly at home.

Pepe’s grandpa brought out his guitar at one point, making everyone sing a bunch of Christmas carols. You caught Pepe watching you during the singing, his gaze soft and adoring, as if he couldn’t believe you were there.

Later, as everyone gathered around the fireplace for dessert, Camila nudged Pepe with a sly grin. "Aren’t you going to show her the family tradition?"

Pepe groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Camila, no."

"What tradition?" you asked, curious.

His mom chuckled. “Every year, the youngest in the family has to wear the Santa hat and hand out the presents.”

Pepe groaned again, but you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. "Wait, you’re the youngest?"

"Unfortunately," he muttered, reaching for the red Santa hat Camila was already holding out.

He put it on with a dramatic sigh, but the sight of him in the fluffy red hat made you giggle. "You look adorable," you teased.

Pepe raised an eyebrow at you, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "You think this is funny? Just wait until next year when it’s your turn."

The thought of being part of this family tradition warmed your heart more than you expected.

As the night wore on, you found yourself in the kitchen with Pepe, helping him carry mugs of hot chocolate to everyone in the living room. He paused for a moment, setting down his tray and pulling you gently into his arms.

"You’re amazing, you know that?" he said softly, his gaze searching yours.

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I could say the same about you."

"Thank you for being here," he said, his voice almost a whisper. "It means a lot to me. You mean a lot to me."

The warmth in his words, combined with the cozy glow of the holiday lights, made your heart swell. Pepe leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling back slightly to meet your eyes.

"I’m really glad you’re here," he repeated, his voice full of sincerity.

"Me too," you murmured, leaning up to kiss him gently, the sounds of his family’s laughter filling the air around you.

In that moment, surrounded by love and holiday magic, you realized there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

Later, dinner was lively, the table piled high with steaming dishes that Pepe had enthusiastically described to you earlier.

His grandpa was at the head of the table, recounting a story about how Pepe once accidentally fell into a fountain as a kid while trying to catch a pigeon. The entire family burst into laughter as Pepe groaned, shaking his head with a sheepish grin.

"I told you that story stays in the past, Abuelo," he protested, but his embarrassment only made the moment sweeter.

You couldn’t help but laugh along with them, feeling more at ease with every passing moment. It was hard not to feel like part of the family when the room was so full of love and warmth.

"So, what about you?" Camila asked, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?"

You nearly choked on your drink as everyone turned their attention to you. "Oh, no, no, no," you said quickly, holding up your hands. "We’re not turning this into a roast me session."

Pepe chuckled beside you, reaching out to squeeze your hand under the table. "Careful," he teased. "Camila’s relentless."

"Hey, I learned from the best," she shot back, earning another round of laughter.

As the plates were cleared and dessert was brought out, Pepe’s mom suddenly turned to you, her eyes warm and thoughtful. "You know," she began, "I noticed you really liked the paella."

Your eyes lit up as you nodded eagerly. "It was incredible! Honestly, the best I’ve ever had."

Her smile widened at your enthusiasm, and she reached for a small notebook on the counter behind her. "Then it’s only right that you take the recipe," she said, handing it to you. "This is my signature dish. I don’t share it often, but I think you’ll do it justice."

You stared at the notebook in disbelief, touched beyond words. "Are you serious?" you asked, your voice tinged with awe.

"Of course," she said warmly. "You’re important to Pepe, which means you’re important to us."

The sincerity in her words made your chest tighten. You glanced at Pepe, who was watching the exchange with a soft smile, his gaze full of quiet pride.

"Thank you," you said, your voice soft but heartfelt. "This means so much to me. I’ll make sure to do it justice."

As the family moved on to sharing more stories and teasing each other over dessert, you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Being here, surrounded by so much love and acceptance, felt like stepping into a holiday movie. Maybe even better.

Pepe leaned over, his voice low enough for only you to hear. "Told you they’d love you," he said, his eyes sparkling with affection.

You smiled, squeezing his hand under the table. "I can see where you get it from," you replied softly, your heart full of warmth and gratitude.

In that moment, you knew this would be a Christmas you’d never forget.

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[digonthis]

Catered Audience- Pt. 2

Spencer Agnew x f!Reader

2.2k words

( ᴅᴍ ᴏʀ ᴄ��ᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛᴀɢ :] )

slow burn-ish, fluff, mutual pining, all that shit

part 1

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Spencer walked up to a wheezing Alex, wiping the sweat from his brow as a goofy grin spread across his face. He pulls the red hat off and tosses it at his friend, praising his acting as he caught it. “You’re improving so much on camera, this video is gonna be great man…” he manages between snickers, hanging the hat on the camera stand. “I can lie, I was a little worried at your idea of a Limp Bizkit impression at first but everyone was in tears!”

He was only half listening as Alex gave his review, eyes scanning the room. Shayne and Amanda were still on set cleaning up the dartboard and Courtney was over with the ‘audience’ of cast and crew gathered to watch. As his eyes traced everyone in the room he was disappointed to not be seeing someone specific… someone he’d never seen before.

In his few moments of peace between turns, walking to the back of the dart line had given him the chance to look over the peanut gallery of familiar smiling faces, and his stupid sunglasses had hidden the fact he’d watched the same one every time after he’d noticed it appear. Big, bright eyes and a crinkled nose when she was laughing really hard, which wasn’t near as often as others. Usually a hand would shoot up to cover her face after a moment or two, concealing her grin. It was to the point where he’d started picking her laugh out of the crowd, running bits on that he knew she’d liked. He could have sworn he saw her learning forward in her seat a little more when he was actually starting to win. She was a complete stranger on set to him, and a gorgeous one.

He kicked himself for not remembering who she was even sitting with, but he honestly couldn’t bring his eyes anywhere else. The pressure only made the jokes flow a little freer and the stakes a little higher, but now that it was over she was nowhere to be seen. The first time Spencer had ever felt somewhat pressured to win darts to impress a girl, and she didn’t even stick around after.

Spencer tuned back into what Alex was saying, he was now mentioning that the catered dinner was here. It was always cold by the time he’d gotten to it, busy with editing or meetings or some other production, but damn sure still better than anything he could make.

Dinner that night was a great time for Spencer, being the center of everyone’s attention and praises. Selina even mentioned in passing that she knew the caterer loved Limp Bizkit too, a weird coincidence. He was glad to know people liked his bits, but the random girl he’d seen earlier was the only thing at the front of his mind. He couldn’t exactly just ask anyone who she was, how would he describe that casually? What was she even wearing? Why wasn’t he just paying more attention in the first place? Why any attention at all?

…whatever.

All he could really do at this point was hope she’d be back. Or she wouldn’t. Whatever.

That was only the start of a long week of filming, and telling himself he was thankful for the distraction felt a little too weird and clingy to justify. A little bit of him did hope that she would be back to watch again soon, though. Maybe even stick around long enough for him to get a good look at her, or ask her name. Or not. Whatever.

A long sip of kickstart was just what he needed before the dreaded Eat it or Yeet it episode he was slotted in for in just a few minutes. Stupid bib and all, Spencer sat at the table dreading having to put something foul in his mouth for views. Nonetheless, he threw a smile on for the cameras and the game began with Courtney’s little explanation. Nothing caught his eye until the second-to-last dish, which he reached out and buzzed just a second after Angela had buzzed. He still made a big show of fighting her for the plate, humour for content of course. She made an ordeal of finally letting him have it, and his triumphant bite wasn’t quite as sweet as he’d hoped.

His face paled at the nasty flavour, something briney like pickles or olives disguised as a sweet treat was definitely a mental challenge and one he ended up spitting into the trash as Angela mocked him, claiming karma to be at work. He just laughed and nodded in shame, bowing his head guiltily as the others poked and prodded at the mysterious ‘food’.

His attention was soon grabbed again as the big bite was brought out, though. A stunning and gigantic layered dessert was placed in front of Angela as she clapped and cheered like a little kid. A cake, maybe? Spencer couldn’t really tell through all the commotion, all he could really tell was that it was technical, fancy, and looked a whole lot better than what he’d stolen off of her. “I’m taking this whole thing home and eating it for dinner tonight, I'm so serious!” Angela cheered before putting another bite in her mouth, amping up the energy for the end of the video.

Courtney announced the dessert’s name, mentioning it to be a custom order from their caterer. This only made Angela laugh harder, almost doubling over. She pointed a shaking finger at Spencer, her sentence taking a few tries between all her laughter.

“That’s the one- she thought you were so funny too- she watched the shoot with me literally yesterday! She even told Selina about it, right Kiana?” She puffed out, whipping her head to Kiana who nodded from behind the camera, grinning at the absurdity of the whole ordeal.

Spencer’s guilty smile dropped for a moment. “The… who?” He asked, coming to a realization. The girl from yesterday… that was the caterer. And she thought he was funny. Enough so that multiple people knew about it. She likes Limp Bizkit. She told Selina.

Luckily, Angela’s unhinged giggle fit kept cameras mostly off of him, and one dramatic pan-in on his blank, absent expression could be played off as all part of the karma and regret bit. He reached his fork over suddenly, intent on at least getting a bite of the cake. A devious grin spread across his face as he did so, snapping back to character again as his fork slid through the layers. Angela lunged for him, snatching the fork from his hand.

She kept teasing him for a while, making sure there was enough content for a long, hilarious finale to the episode. The crew ate it up, Spencer now in full-character anguish as he wasn’t allowed even a single bite. In reality, he was a little bummed about that but it was nothing compared to the quiet excitement in him knowing that the mystery girl was someone often around the office, someone who he’d never noticed from burying himself in all his editing and work. Someone he could start noticing.

The rest of the shoots in that week went well, Spencer wasn’t in many videos after that. Editing was smooth, the complimentary characters and natural banter making it fairly easy to clip and edit visuals and sound without too much fine-tuning. Send them off for review from the others, get the thumbs-up, and hit upload.

In the next little while, Smosh had two big Spencer hits in terms of memes. For Smosh Games it was obviously Fred Darts, and for Smosh Pit it was the moment Angela called out his karma and the camera zoomed into his blank, dead-eyed face. Older fans compared it to Joven from the old secret santa video, but everyone got a kick out of how defeated Spencer looked next to such a victorious and energetic Angela, with the intricate dessert receiving a lot of praise in comments too. 

This was all great for Spencer, everyone was really happy with the comedy and vibes he brought into videos. Still, he was kicking himself over the fact that he couldn’t get this girl out of his mind. She was a stranger who happened to like the same music as him, allegedly, and thought he was funny. Also allegedly. 

Smosh hadn’t made any catering orders since, it not being necessary as there were no super excessive filming hours as of late. She was nowhere to be seen, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t ask his dear friend Kiana a little more about her. Much to his disappointment, all she could really manage was a smirk and the command to ask her himself if he wanted to know anything about the girl. Mildly frustrating, but fair and expected.

Next film week, try not to laugh was up to start. In light of his great work recently, Spencer was casted for this one. He had a few good bits of his own, but once he was in the chair the cast was eager to make him break through his usually stone-faced demeanor.

A few bits were good, but not quite good enough. A few small chuckles, but he held strong. Next up was Tommy, walking out dressed as Fred Darts, and then immediately falling to his knees and spitting out his own mouthful of water as Angela comes out dressed in a chef’s coat. Spencer is confused for a second before she goes “i’m the hot caterer-” and in seconds his water is everywhere and he’s doubled over laughing wildly/

“You just have to rub it in don’t you?” He asks, already picturing the black and white jump-cut he’ll edit in later of his meme’d face after losing out on the caterer’s dessert a few weeks back. Angela and Tommy high-five, having finally broken Spencer, and Kiana shoots him a knowing look from behind the camera.

All Spencer could do was shake his head and laugh, hoping nobody else would use this obviously effective bit on him again in the episode. (They definitely did.)

Angela and Kiana were a dangerous duo, especially when it came to teasing. Everywhere Spencer went, there was a sneaky little comment. “Did your little girlfriend make you that lunch? I hear she’s a good cook…” “I hear Spence’s girl likes 90’s metal, too, I should ask her for song recs…” Just little things, enough to make his face red but nothing more.

That’s why when the next catered filming day rolls around, Spencer sticks his nose in his laptop with the excuse that he’s busy when you arrive with the food, intent on not seeing you. A literal stranger, someone he’s never even spoken to. A bad first impression with a bright red face and two teasing coworkers wouldn’t line up well with his chill guy reputation, so he would stay put until he was sure you’d be gone.

Angela was surprised at the way he’d flinched when she snuck up behind him, triggering a snicker. “Your girlfriend made you a treat~” Was all she said, placing a small box on his desk before sauntering off with an oddly genuine smile on her face.

Spencer picked up the box to take his mind off the fact that the little tease had his cheeks warming, running his finger over the neat handwriting in the corner, just his name. The package’s contents only made the small blush worse, his only choice was to laugh it off. “Dude…” He said with eyebrows raised, holding the box out to Alex, who was sitting at his own desk editing. 

Alex looked at the contents, a single cupcake with little hearts on it. “Aww, that’s cute. She made you a cupcake. I bet she saw the video.” He said casually before turning back to his work. “No way, Angela must’ve added it to the order. Another little prank or somethin’.” “Ask her yourself.” “Uh… too busy.” Spencer said back a little too quickly, still eyeing the cupcake with caution. It really was a cute cupcake, it almost looked fake with how perfectly symmetrical and flawless the decoration was.

He abandoned the small box for now, continuing to edit before Alex had the chance to egg him on any more. Alex, who soon after left to go get some dinner. The catering order receipt was stapled to one of the bags, and he couldn’t help but peek. No sign of any cupcakes on the receipt, or anything of the sort.

“Oh, did I forget somethin’?” A voice asked worriedly from behind him, the caterer herself packing up some dishware had noticed his snooping. “No, sorry. Was just curious how much this office eats.” Alex replies casually, stuffing the receipt into his pocket. “Food’s great, by the way. Everyone around here likes you a whole lot.”

This made her smile, and Alex smiled too. Everyone in the office did like her, but from what he was seeing it was definitely some a lot more than most others.

[bedouinpoet]

PERMISSION

Aaron Hotchner x BAU Reader,

its a slow burn but hope you like it feel free to leave a comment. Pls be nice, my first ever fan fic (18+ only please) more to come.

y/n = your name

y/l/n= your last name

You never thought your wish to join the BAU would ever come true. It always felt like some kind of pipe dream for someone with so much baggage like you. The agreement was clear you never mention your past to this team and you get to work for the FBI rather than prison. You still remember the first day you came into work, JJ, the communications liaison introducing you to everyone at the round table. “Guys this is y/n, Agent y/L/n-“ “please just call me y/n” you quickly interrupt, she smiled understandably and nods “agent y/n is our newest member of our little family, y/n this is Agents Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Dr Spencer Reid, Agent David Rossi, technical analyst Penelope Garcia and last but not least our unit chief and team lead agent Aaron Hotchner” “just Hotch please” you felt your toes curl as every inappropriate thought crossed your mind the moment you shook his hand and he smiled at you with those melted caramel eyes

3 months later…

You all just got back from yet another gruesome case, family annihilator with a fetish for kids underwear as trophies. ‘Fuck sometimes there really is no punishment harsh enough for these guys’ you think. You are one of the last ones in the office, Reid just left asking if you needed a ride. “Nah I’ll get a taxi later I need to finish the last of this case file” Admittedly that wasn’t the full truth, you could easily finish this tomorrow even at home in your office in your apartment but…Hotch… Hotch was still here. You've had a crush on him since the first day. But…what would you be to him? You always thought as a fucked up 23 year old coworker and subordinate. You’re pretty sure he even tried to set you and Reid up on a date. You’re glad of that in a way. Even though absolutely nothing happened and you aren’t into each other in that way (and he knows about your crush). You ended up becoming best friends. Second only to your girls JJ and Pen. But you know Hotch and he won’t leave here until someone drags him out which has been your job of late. Especially since Haley filed for divorce and he signed. It’s like the guy lives here now. You keep glancing up at Hotch’s office until you finally see your opening as he closes a file, taking a deep breath, rubbing his eyes and leaning back in his chair putting his hands over his head. Damn, every move mesmerizes you. You close your file and stuff them in your bag. Taking your leather jacket and head up. You knock lightly on his door, his eyes snapping open “y/n? What are you still doing here?” “Same as you ya workaholic come on I need a ride. Would you mind?” His confused eyes and eyebrow scrunch, he looks out to the bullpen like he’s avoiding this drive. “Jeeze haha if you don’t want to you don’t have to Hotch I just don’t wanna get a cab right now but all good-“ he quickly sat up. “No no I’ll drive I should probably head home….get some sleep and-“ “call jack” the words leave your mouth before even thinking. His face fell in offence. “Excuse me agent?” Agent, you notice he only ever says agent like that to you when you’re in trouble and damn does it make you wet. “Sorry! I-i-i just meant. Well. (Sigh) look this was a rough case and I know especially when it comes to cases with kids, calling jack-o-lantern puts a smile on your face….grounds you” his face softens and you see his half smile brighten the room and your heart pounds, he laughs lightly when you mentioned his sons nickname you gave him. “I never understood where you got that nickname for jack” “cause he’s a kindred spirit that loves chocolate and Halloween like my fine self duh. Now call your kid I’ll wait in the bullpen till your ready handsome-“ he immediately looked up “what?” “What?” He shifted in his chair and your heart pounds, fuck you get to conformable around him. “You called me handsome” why do you keep letting things slip. You clear your throat trying your best to be as nonchalant as possible despite every part of you heating up “yea? Your point. Just stating truths boss now dial” Hotch smiles at you again but this time….something about the glint in his eyes is different as if he is considering. You try to shake it off. Telling yourself to calm down. The second you sit back down you see Hotch laugh on the phone. You smile to yourself. You were right jack o lantern helped….

“yep just park here my apartment is just ahead but parking sucks” He parks the car and takes off his seat belt, gets out and opens your door. Always the gentleman and he does it like muscle memory. Ugh perfect you think. “I can carry my own bags ya know? I’m a big girl sir” you whisper the the end of your sentence like calling him sir is a secret. Hotches jaw clenched as you winked “and I’m a gentleman. Shall we?” Every door he opened for you. You both get into the elevator, your go bag in hotch’s big hands. The moment the doors close all you can do is stare at his hands, imagining how good Hotch could pin you to the wall and kiss you so hard until you beg for air. Even one of those hands could pin your hands on top of your head. You swallow hard as your mouth gets dryer and you can already feel your knees weak and your panties dampen. You don’t realize how long you were staring at Hotch’s hands but apparently too long “is everything alright y/n?” Fuck he stares at you, his eyebrows stern but his eyes show genuine concern and confusion. Fuck. “Y-yea sorry was just day dreaming” he smiles “anything good?” “Pshhhh wouldn’t you like to know” his eyes darken with a hint of confusion as horrified realization crosses your mind as what you just admitted. Shit. “I-I- just meant, I mean it wasn’t anything in particular” Hotch nods as the elevators doors open, he lets you pass first as he walks behind you. You get to your door as you pat your pockets searching for your keys. Hotch stands deadly close behind you. “Ugh just pin me against the wall” you think trying to shake away the thought as you find your Keys only to drop them in front of you “dammit” you whisper and bend over quickly, forgetting how close behind you Aaron really was. You feel his front pressed against your ass as you grab your keys and hear Hotch take in a sharp breath and his pants bulge slightly. Your panties are near soaked with ideas of what this man could do to you. But he steps back clearing his throat. “Sorry” you stumble, grabbing your keys off the floor and quickly unlock the door and step inside. He takes only a step inside and hands you your bag. Your entire body shivers from the touch of his hands. “Thanks boss. Ever the gentleman….would you wanna come in? Don’t have much for drinks but got coffee and lemonade-“ “no thank you, it’s pretty late I-we should get some sleep. We have an early day tomorrow I’ll see you in the office. Goodnight y/n” “night Hotch and thanks again” He says nothing but smiles in reply and nods as he walks away. You could see his hands clenched, white knuckled as he presses the elevator button. You shake off the itching hope that there was something more between you two. You don’t even bother eating, can’t even think about food. Instead you go straight to bed, stripping off everything and taking your vibrator from your night stand. You lay down bringing your hands to your breast, pinching you nipples imagining it’s Hotches big calussed hands, no matter how hard you try to think of anyone else the only person you can think of to cum is Hotch, fucking you dumb, his lips on your skin trailing up and down your body, his hands rough and grabby. You feel your orgasm arising closer and closer until all you see is spots as you cum all over the toy. You take a deep breath wishing you didn’t just have yourself and the TV to go to bed too. “Welp… at least I can go to sleep.” You say to your empty apartment. Little did you realize Hotch was thinking of your ass rubbing against his cock in the shower that night. Pumping himself frienzied as he fantasizes about bending you over in that shower grabbing your hips and fucking you until his cum spills deep inside you….

the next morning was brutal. Another wet dream but no time to help yourself. “Dammit I’m late!” You call a taxi as you rush to get dressed. Struggling to find a clean shirt as you forgot to wash your laundry last night the only shirt remotely appropriate for work being your red deep v neck that’s a smudge too V and says ‘I solemnly swear that I am up to no good’ “thank you Harry Potter” -and a pair of cargo pants. “Fuck it” you put it on and tuck in the shirt at least trying to look put together packing a few things in your go bag, guns holstered and your badge in pants pocket you book it out of there…

you make it to work out of breath and five minutes late. Everybody already waiting at the round table. “Sorry sorry couldn’t get a taxi-“ “it’s fine agent y/l/n just don’t let it happen again” Hotch’s eyes stop on your shirt as Morgan laughs “up to no good huh pretty girl? Wonder what that means…” he winks you laugh and sit down next to him touching his shoulder “oh honey, you couldn’t handle what it means” you high five Emily and wink at pen and jj when “it’s from Harry Potter” pen and Spencer say at the same time “Ha I know y’all aren’t the only nerds you know” you tease Reid as Morgan leans in “working some magic huh nerd.” As he fist bumps you. “Please let’s continue-“ you don’t even realize Hotch is staring daggers in you and Morgan’s direction jaw clenched and eyebrows furrowed. Dammit he’s pissed about you being late you tremble. “Sorry-“ “let’s continue” is all he says. “Right we are heading to New Orleans my lovelies. At an opera house called Garnier-“ “like phantom of the opera?” Reid and you say at the same time “jinx! You owe me an iced coffee” he laughs “don’t you have one right now?” “You can never have enough coffee my child” you smile and wink at Reid “amen to that” Emily nudges me

“anyways there has been 3 deaths all at this opera house. All men, first was George Shepard the building manager, he got quite the beating in his office, the second Alex Miller he was props manager, similar injuries and the third was Jake Townson who was hung. The police question if it’s really a suicide-“

“that doesn’t make any sense” you say thinking out loud as you all do. “What do you mean y/n?” Garcia’s innocence seeping out of her adorable face “well look at the first two victims, beaten, the neck broken, that says anger, then hanging ? No bruises no prior beating? That’s more of what you see with mercy killers it doesn’t add up” Hotch stares at you intently anger slightly subsiding looking at you even when Morgan talks in agreement his eyes pierced you and you look away feeling your cheeks heat as you break eye contact to look down at the file. “Whatever the reason and whoever it is it’s clearly connected to this opera house and with his cooling off period we don’t have much time before another victim …wheels up in three hours….y/n in my office please” you swallow feeling you are about to get hell for being late….again. You really need to fix that alarm clock.

You follow Hotch into his office “have a seat” you swallow hard as he closes the door and stands in front of of you leaning on the desk, arms crossed, his face scrutinizingly serious “sir I know I’ve been late I promise I’ll do better and-“

“what is your relationship with Agent Derek Morgan?”

His interruption stopped you in your tracks. He leaned further back and crossed his legs and his pants creased at the most torturous places. Fuck your basically eye level with his crotch as you wish you were on your knees his hands grabbing your hair- “agent…I said what is your relationship with Agent Morgan?” You swallow as you look back up at Hotches face and you swear as you do his hands tense and his jaw clench’s….”I asked you a direct question agent” you shake off your hormones for a moment and reply “I’m sorry but I don’t get what you mean? There is no relationship other then friendship?” He scoffs “you seem awfully flirty with each other for just friends. You are also co workers and that was extremely unprofessional behaviour do I make myself clear?” All, of a sudden the hormones jumps out the window as all you can see is red anger “excuse me?” Your tone shocks Hotch but he quickly recovers “yes?” Fuck his ability to be so calm you think to yourself before saying “I am sorry but I find it awfully weird that you are lecturing me for something the ENTIRE TEAM does? Fuck sakes Morgan calls Pen Baby Girl on a daily? Flirting non stop. We make jokes about Reid’s love life. fuck sakes I flirted with prentess and JJ in passing but all of a sudden my behaviour is inappropriate-“ Hotches arms fall as he closes his fists tightening “are you saying you do it because everyone else does? That’s awfully childish and I expected better” at those words all reserve goes out the window and you become a bull just seeing red “excuse me!? How dare you. I am an equal member of this team AARON HOTCHNER. Yes I may be the youngest but that gives you no right to speak to me in such a manner as such I do not have to explain myself when I have done nothing wrong. I have worked my ass off for this team and this job.” Anger filled tears swell your eyes but fuck it you already started “I have assisted in solving how many cases? I have given everything to this team and deserve more respect then you have just displayed. So speak to me when you want to apologize for YOUR behaviour Hotchher” Without even thinking or considering you march out of his office. Your entire body on fire with anger and shaking, leaving Hotch standing dumbfounded as you slam his door. Rossi steps out from his own office “everything alright kiddo?” His hand out for support but even that doesn’t stop you “I’m fine Rossi see you on the plane” With that you leave as everyone watches you grab your go bag and jacket and leave.

….

On the plane Hotch sits at your usual corner window seat, avoiding all eye contact with you but you don’t care. You fought so hard for this job, crush or not you aren’t about to let anyone talk like that to you. The rest of the flight passed with further discussion about the likelihood of the unsubs gender and age, until you all were about to land “unfortunately it’s too late to go to the station detective Monroe says he will see us tomorrow morning so it’s off to the hotel my lovelies” Pen came with you this time as the team needed her in person and looking through every camera in the opera house to see what everyone might have missed and that’s the job for your girl PG. the drive to the hotel passed well as you drove with Reid and you in the back and Morgan and Em in the front. When you got down to the hotel you were all laughing but your smile faded as you saw Hotch get out of the SUV behind you, his own smile fading at the sight of you. You shake off the feeling and turn as Morgan takes your arm and Penelope’s come on naughty girls there is a nice bed and cool mini bar with my name on it.” You all laugh and you slap his arm looking back at Hotch to make sure he saw that as you enter the hotel. “Um sorry agents there are only four rooms available this week” you hear everyone behind you groan and sigh in frustration as all of a sudden “I ain’t bunking with Reid” minute Morgan says that Pen holds Morgan’s arm “dibs” with that, you all burst out laughing and before you could try and pair off with anyone. Emily and JJ pair off and Reid with a sly smile says he will bunk with Rossi who almost protested until he saw Reid’s face. Hotch and you stood awkwardly until “very well y/n and I will room together, here is all of your rooms keys, see you all at 7 am” everyone nods and disperses as you lean down to grab your bag, Hotch grabs it off the floor without even looking at you. “Shall we?” “Uh thanks” you shyly try and tuck in your hair behind your ear as you head to the elevator where JJ and Emily squeezed in, everyone on the same floor, when you all get to the floor and about to open your hotel room door you look in time to see JJ and Reid wink at you as you flip them off. You step into the room Hotch right behind you clearly confused “what was that for?” As you enter the room you notice how small it is one bed, one sofa, desk and coffee machine and bathroom. Fuck one bed, that’s an issue you’ll have to figure out in a minute. “What was what for?” You ask pretending to be oblivious “y/n….you just flipped off at JJ prentice and Reid? Why?” “Why does it matter are you going to lecture me on how childish and inappropriate it was? I’m off the clock boss” The anger beginning to roll back in but you stop when Hotch drops the bags harshly on the floor. His glare scrutinizing, his eyebrows so furrowed you could barely see his eyes, he remained quite. You roll your eyes feeling like a teenager but replying “inside joke that’s all…sir” you end your sir with more of an attitude then expected. Aaron just shakes his head “y/n that’s enough…I AM your boss my question about you and Morgan was valid I do need to know what is going on with my agents as it affects this team-“ he had a point and you can’t help yourself but soften your body tension as Hotchs face also softens, before you can say anything he continues “however…as you stand you have more then earned my respect and ….and trust…and I am sorry for my comment it was out of line and I hope we can move past this and focus on this case.” His eyes became almost pleading and every harsh feeling you had towards him melted away, your knees almost giving out as he licks his lips. You were getting horny again and too tired to fight. Taking a deep breath “I’m sorry too…friends?” You stuck out your hand as he looks at it momentarily and relaxes as he grabs it with a smile “friends” he keeps his hand in yours a moment longer with a light squeeze as a tension fills the air until he lets go you almost whimper with the lack of warmth from his hands. He clears his throat

“Right um…would you like to take a shower first?” You shake your head “nah I’ll take one in the morning you go ahead” he smiles “great thanks” he went straight to the bathroom you grab both bags and put them on the sofa as you change into your sweats and t shirt attempting to tie up your almost shoulder length short hair, strands falling on your face. You take out the files and the copy of phantom of the opera you bought at the airport placing it all on the bed as you hear the shower go on. You try not to picture a soaked naked Aaron Hotchner and concentrate on the case…it barely works and you get uncomfortably wet but before you can even try to help yourself the shower goes off so you fully concentrate on the files. As the door opens you finish writing your notes not looking up “Hotch! I think I figured out what’s been bugging me about this case I did a quick once over on the phantom of the opera and-“ you stop somehow out of breath when you look up and see Hotch walk closer in nothing but a towel hiding what you are dying to see. You sit up gaping. You’ve pictured him shirtless yet this was somehow hotter then you even expected, his messy hair, his body still dripping, his chest with perfect amount of subtle hair. You think how good holding him would be, lying your head on his chest, sitting on his lap and removing the towel. You don’t even realize how long you’ve stared at Hotch but he blushes, his ears going pink and he looks away and back “sorry…I forgot my pajamas ….but….um…you said there was a connection?” His face going back to agent hotchner face and with that and shirtless was a mix you could barely handle. “Right!” You shake off to the best of your abilities looking down again as he sits on the side of the bed looking attentively at you as you keep moving the hair from your face. “So I mentioned that the hanging was weird ? Well I think I know why the unsub did it, he’s following the plot of the book buts he’s making it somehow more violent.” “How so?” His head tilts his curiosity almost adorable but you can’t stop thinking about the towel. “Well umm” you take a deep breath but nope your horniness is getting worse and wetter “could you put some clothes on please”

you laugh breathlessly, his confusion evident but blushes “sorry “ he whispers and you swear your heart melts “no no it’s just….your dripping on the files and my book” you try to lighten the mood as you lie and look up moving your hair from your face again. You need a hair cut. But your answer seems to calm him “oh right” he smiles “right sorry just give me a second” he went to his bag grabbing some sweats and a shirt and went to the bathroom. Coming out moments later with his deadly grey sweats and white tshirt….you can’t help but wish he was shirtless again but lord have mercy those sweats you think. “So you were saying?”

“Right so the first two victims fits with the first two characters in the book. The two managers however in the book…the two managers only get their legs broken by the opera ghost. Not their necks. It’s not till the third in the book which the character hangs himself Hotch…I think our unsub sees himself as Erick the opera ghost he most likely has some deformity and lack of social skills like the character and…HA that’s it ….tomorrow we need to ask Garcia for the original plans of the opera house the unsub probably lives there we need to do a search and fast.” Hotch never interrupted you, he listened and waited and watched you then took a few notes “right. Good work y/n I’ll get Garcia to get the plans tomorrow and a list of anyone born around 25 to 35 years ago with a severe face deformity around the area he is probably local.” You can’t help but smile you always feel overwhelming sense of pride when you crack a part of the case. You smile at Hotch but the way he looks back makes you have butterflies all in your stomach and chest, he reaches over and moves the hair from your face, your toes curl at the touch “really good work y/n” he whispered, every part of you loses control as you grab him by the shirt and kiss him.

you move back in absolute shock and fear when you see shock in his eyes “fuck I’m sorry I’m so sorry” you get up “y/n”

“I need a coffee” you interrupt before he rejects you

“y/n stop!”

Too late and you didn’t go back until 3 am waiting in the downstairs bar beating yourself up. You quietly sneak to the bed. Ugh fuck Hotch for being so hot and good you think as you see he slept on the couch lightly snoring away. The second you put your head on that pillow you pass out. Hotch moves your hair back “you did really good y/n well done” the tension rises as he moves closer, his hand cupping your cheek you lightly moan as you lean into his touch, kissing his palm, he groans “fuck it” as you give him the pleading eyes and his lips smash into yours. It feels so good as he warms your entire body, laying you down as he goes on top of you, moving his hand down caressing then grabbing your breasts slowly pinching your nipples between his callused thump and forefinger, you arch your back up pushing into his body even more feeling his bulge between your legs. He groans as he takes his chance opening your mouth wider with his tongue, kissing deep as you wrap your legs around him, even with those grey sweats on you can feel his hard on as you grind up, moaning you feel yourself getting so wet even from that friction he bites down at your neck “fuck y/n baby what am I gonna do with you-“ he whispers in your neck.

you wake up to your phone alarm, hotch just getting up from the sofa as he looks up at you blushing and then averting your eyes ‘shit, did I moan out loud?’ You blush just thinking about it but he says nothing “uh….morning boss” is all you can muster up to say, he smiles “good morning y/n sleep well.” You blush further closing your legs somehow terrified he will know how wet you are even under the blanket, “yup you? Why did you sleep on the couch?” You try not to look up at him as he looks unbelievably hot in the morning, his clean hair cut messy with bed hair, “seemed right in case you wanted to sleep on the bed I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable”

“ever the gentleman”

he smiles and it seems you don’t need to even use words to agree that the kiss never happened and it was best to forget it even if you couldn’t. “If you just let me wash up quick and such then the shower is all yours and I’ll go downstairs and wait for you so you can get ready, if that’s alright?” You think it’s adorable that’s he’s asking as if you could say no “of course” you get up and get your clothes ready digging in your bag to take out your black lace bra and thong, cargo pants and black dress shirt, you hold up the bra and panties just as Hotch steps out of the bathroom and the sight stops him dead in his tracks, his eyes darken, jaw clenched as he starts to breath shallow and quickly licking his bottom lip as if all of sudden his mouth is dry. “I-um-I -you can shower now” maybe it was how much you enjoyed seeing how flushed and flustered you made him or the fact you’ve never seen him that way, or maybe it was the dream or sleep deprivation or all of the above but you were feeling confident and adventurous as you lift the bra to your chest and the thong to your hip giving him a mischievous smile that makes his eyes go almost entirely black “you like? Got it for a date that no showed but damn glad he didn’t, may have ripped them off their nice don’t you think?” He licked his lips as he swallowed heavily like it was a struggle, for once you finally made this man speechless until “what date? When?” You giggle “Jeeeze Hotch I asked you if you like my bra and panties and THATs what you ask first?” His expression turns serious, almost angry, dare you think jealous. For a moment he were actually scary and damn did it turn you on. “That’s not an answer” you shrug “I dont remember, his loss is another’s gain huh?” You wink as you move past a completely flustered Aaron Hotchner “I’ll be quick handsome” dam you really are pushing it today but his reactions only fuel your urges.

…

the case continued and after that morning your adventurous side simmered down and you regained your shyness and professionalism especially looking at all the dead bodies on the board. But since the morning Hotch has been different. Always near you, every car ride he made sure you rode with him in the passenger seat, when you split off you were always paired off with him. Now you and your team had the unsub surrounded, hiding in the shadows of the large set on the main stage of the opera house, you and Hotch took the front, responsible for the negotiation. Emily and Morgan went to the back and Reid and Rossi took both sides. “Lucas!” You shout “Lucas Sanderson! Come on hun we have you surrounded” you and Hotch slowly get up on the stage, flashlight and guns raised as a noise came out near you, metal clanging “Lucas FBI- come on hun I know why you did it but times up come out with your hands raised” it happened too fast, the unsub came crashing down on top of you, you struggle for your gun as Hotch pushes him off you, there was a struggle as Lucas got a hold of your gun facing it directly to Hotch . It was like time slowed your heart pounding out of your chest, no time to think you run pushing Hotch out of the way as you hear a gun shot. You and Hotch are on the floor and immediately you both sit up, looking each other over for any injuries, then you see Lucas on the floor, blood trickling down from the back of his head, Em’a gun facing him “everyone okay!?” A wave of emotion flows through you like a storm and you don’t even know what to say when Hotch replies “yea, we’re good” but were you? As Hotch said those words his glare never left you he was furious and he remained glaring with absolute anger and …something else you couldn’t place. You averted his gaze. Morgue, ambulance, and drive to the hotel later.

“we will sleep here tonight and leave for home first thing in the morning, you all worked hard well done rest up everyone” as Hotch speaks he keeps his eyes set on you “thank god I am exhausted hotel bar here I come” Morgan smiles as the team laughs as Emily says “maybe I’ll join this was brutal….you sure your good y/n?” Her genuine concern and care warms your heart you smile heartedly “I’m fine Em really, drink up and have fun for me I’m way too tired, goodnight babes” as you hug each other and part. You and Hotch go into the elevator alone. He hadn’t said a word. “Urrrm are you okay sir”

“don’t call me that”

he doesn’t look at you just straight ahead “what?” You try and think what you possibly did for him to be so angry “don’t call me sir” the elevator doors open and that’s when you feel his hand on your elbow gripping your arm with a deadly grip he marches both of you to your room “Hotch what the fuck!” Is all you can let out as the pain turns into something more horny but you try and ignore it “shut up” is all he says. He opens the door slamming it behind the both of you and practically throwing you when he lets go. “HOTCH what the -“

“what the hell were you thinking y/n!?” His yelling voice damn near throws you back but you stand your ground as you see his face as serious as ever, eyes furrowed, arms crossed and his tie slightly ajar, his tone the same as his reprimanding voice but somehow even angrier. “What are you talking about?!” He tilts his head as if he can’t believe you don’t know what he is speaking of “you push yourself in front of an armed suspect!? What the hell were you thinking agent!? What if prentess didn’t get there on time!? That was reckless! You could have died!”

All of sudden anger boils over you as the storm of emotion inside of you begins to break the dams you try to keep up “what!? I was doing my job SIR! What exactly are you mad at here? Lucas Sanderson has a gun ON YOU!? What the fuck did you want me to do!? Let you get shot!?” Tears stream down your face at the very idea of seeing Hotch hurt “YES! Better me then you!” He shouts even louder his voice becoming dam near terrifying but you held your place if this is when it all comes out so be it “I WOULD RATHER DIE THEN SEE YOU HURT AARON HOTCHNER” tears and full on cries followed as your answer takes Hotch aback. He stands in shock as the tears fall. you continue “if you are going to reprimand me sir for doing what I did, do so SIR but I won’t apologize for…for…for loving you and not wanting to see you hurt!” You are almost out of breath by the time your done anger being replaced by fear that you just ruined your relationship with Hotch for good and maybe lost your job when Hotch says quitely you barely hear “how…how do you think I feel?” You couldn’t understand the question couldn’t feel anything other than your heart pounding in your ears. “You think I could ever see you get hurt? Do you have any idea how fast I felt my heart break then and there I could barely breath when I thought you-you- you were shot. I couldn’t- I’d rather have died then see you shot I couldn’t I -“ you didn’t think, your head was spinning and your heart filling with overwhelming care. You stopped thinking as you grab at his tie pulling him down to your lips and kissing him, this time no hesitation “y/n” he groans “shut up and kiss me Aaron” the moment he hears his name from your lips he grabs you like he owns you and no one else in the world, he turns you around pinning you against the door, you moan into his mouth as his tongue directs the kiss and he bites your lower lip “Aaron” you moan deepening the kiss and grabbing the back of his head raising one of your legs and wrapping it around him “fuck…say my name again sweetheart say it” he groans as he kisses down your neck and biting down “Aaron! Fuck yes please please” he growls as you lightly pull his hair then turning your hands down and rubbing his cock over his pants, even with his dress pants in the way you can feel how large the bulge is, he groans as he lifts you up and takes you to the bed.

laying you down with such force he practically throws you on the bed like he’s been waiting for too long to do this, he stands taking off his tie as you unbutton his shirt, he stands in front of you shirtless as you kiss up and down his body right on top of his belt you look up and smirk at him pleading. He growls “strip. Now” you can’t help yourself and your bratty nature when you reply “make me” the moment you say it you are glad as he grabs your neck putting his thumb on your bottom lip “do you really wanna be a brat and play this game sweetheart?” The sexy threat in his voice makes your legs shiver and your panties soak. His eyes go feral as you suck his thumb and reply “what do you think sir?” He watches mesmerized as you lick his thumb his breath hastening as you put your hands on his belt but grabs both your hands with one of his “not yet baby” the way he smiles at you calling you baby his hand still on your neck got you so wet you felt close even from that. You had to close your legs tight as you squirm “Aaron- pls please sir” he smiles “please what y/n? Tell me what you want” his hands grabbing you harder “you” that was enough to release any hesitation Hotch had as he crashes his lips to yours this time even rougher biting your bottom lip until it bled licking you up like the only air he needed was you, kissing and biting down your neck as he rips open your shirt throwing it to the side then your bra. Trailing his mouth down to your nipples kissing one then the other grabbing both and growling and groaning as if it’s the best sight he has ever seen “you are gorgeous” he whispers as he bites on one of your nipples and pinching the other, you grab his hair for support as your legs shake “AARON yes yes please sir please more” he begins to unbuckle his pants his mouth never leaving your body as he stands back up. You immediately slide off the bed on your knees in front of him “baby what are you-“

“shhh, what I’ve been craving for months sir”

at that he groans and you feel his whole body shake and tense at your touch rolling his head back as you push his pants down, he smiles down at you as you sit absolutely flabbergasted at his size almost scared and even more turned on “what’s wrong?” He asks caressing your cheek “fuck you’re huge”

you both laugh as his eyes darken once more and he smirks “think you can handle it?”

He moves your hair away as you look up with a smirk “that was never in question sir” with that you don’t hesitate as you lick his tip then begin to slowly deep throat him entirely the moment you do Hotch’s grip on your hair tightens as he moans curses over and over and “fuck yes” loud enough for you to be proud that your causing him this much satisfaction. You use your hands and mouth together pumping deeper and deeper not caring how sloppy you looked spit down your chin moaning as he pulls your hair hard and begins to fuck your mouth, his legs getting shaky you finally stop just for a moment looking up at Aaron. “Fuck y/n you look so beautiful you have no idea how bad I wanted this , to feel that pretty mouth, but I need to feel your pussy now”

without warning he lifts you onto the bed like you were a doll, taking his pants completely off and going on top of you. You feel his weight, his warmth his body on top of you and you spread your legs wide for him as he adjusts himself and you both moan together as he rubs your clit with his thumb and enters his tip inside you. you swallow hard “please Aaron” he smiles into your mouth “beg for me sweetheart” you obey without hesitation “please Aaron, please I need you, I need your cock inside me I can’t take it” he started slowly putting just the tip in and out at a torturous rate he pulls your hair so you look up at him “are you sure y/n? Truly. Y/n if it gets too much you tell me understand ?” You nod whimpering as you start to wrap your legs around his waist scratching down his back “please sir, Aaron please fuck me how you want me give me everything” “fuck-“ he growls with that final permission he needed he thrusts his entire cock deep.

you scream how good he filled you as he grunts “fuck your tight fuvk” he thrusts into you with a mission harder and harder you grab on to him for dear life as he grabs one of your hands and pins it down on top of your head interlacing his fingers into yours and grabbing hard as he pushes into you deeper you feel yourself almost give over when he moans in your ear “yes baby fuck”

he thrusts upward hitting your g spot like a pro who knows your body better then anyone else, making your legs shake, he hits that spot over and over moving his hand down rubbing your clit as you grab on to him once more for dear life scratching his back. “Fuck Aaron yes please I’m going to cum please !” You feel your senses overwhelmed you “that’s right babe cum for me let go” he thrusts into you harder and faster at an impossible rate as you feel the coil break and release washing over you as you clench his cock. Hotch grabs your hand again as he gets close thrusting, groaning your name over and over as you feel his cum deep inside you.

both of you are out of breath as he stays on top of you for a while, you wrap your arms around him as he digs his face into your neck. In that moment you would happily stay forever. As he slowly stands up you whimper at that loss of heat, he smiles at the sound “I’m coming right back baby just grabbing a washcloth” he leaves to the bathroom coming back he cleans between your legs gently kissing your thighs. He throws the cloth to the side and lays you down and wraps his arms around you as you lay your head on his chest. You feel so at home it hurts. And it terrifies you. There is no question why he is the unit chief of your team when he asks “are you alright?” His concern growing in his chocolate eyes, “hmm? Oh yea I just….Hotch what does this mean? I know I said I love you but I don’t want you to feel like….i don’t know….like you have to say it back or be with me-“

“I love you y/n - I have loved you for months now I love everything about you. How kind and clever you are, how you always try to make sure everyone on the team is doing well even if you are hurting, you give without a second thought, you care and love with your whole heart. I love you I was just scared. I mean y/n I’m over 20 years your senior not to mention your boss”

“that doesn’t matter “

“doesn’t it?”

“no…I want you. You want me, together we will figure everything out. I just got you I don’t want to lose you.”

He looks down at you eyes filled with emotion, naked emotion. “I love you y/n y/l/n you have all of me” you kiss him “I love you Aaron Hotchner. I’m all yours”

[manchesterau]

zee manchesterau’s 2024 fic round up

I just want to start off by saying a big thank you to everyone who has ever reblogged or liked my writing post on here, the people who take the time to read the things that I put out on ao3, and those who even leave a comment and a kudos. It means so much to me, you all have no idea! I'm shit at replying to people but just know I read every single thing that's ever been sent to me, thank you all so much!!!

This year was the year that I broke my 4 year writers block. I'm not kidding when I say I mentally could not write anything, and I almost gave up on writing completely which absolutely devastated me as I've been a writer all of my life. I thought that I didn't have anything else to say, and that no one would want to listen but I was so wrong. I found inspiration again through dan and phil, but it was the lovely comments of support by this fandom that pushed me to write more. I ended this year with 10 fics on ao3 and a few ficlets on here and I'm still shocked that I was able to have written so much. Thank you, and I hope to share so much more with you all next year.

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Phil wakes up to a still bus and the sounds of Chicago traffic. (tour bus ficlet)

Saturdays are theirs. (Phil proposes with dips)

Prompt: could you do something with them just waking up and being all lovey dovey while sleepy? Just sweet morning kisses and cuddles and softness all around please?

Prompt: helloooo for the fic prompts thing… cat and bear halloween 2009? pls (no pressure)

ao3

thinking of new ways to do each other

The stream ends but their night isn't over just yet.

fall in love again and again

Two days into their holiday while lounging by the villa pool that they rented out for the week to ensure maximum privacy, Dan has a thought: I’m going to marry this boy.

a bit ridiculous

And it would all feel a bit ridiculous if Dan wasn’t so madly in love.

exhale

The first leg of the tour has just ended, Dan and Phil find a way to relax in their hotel room.

stop the world i wanna get off with you *series*

A domestic night in the life of Phil the vampire and Dan the witch.

here come the dreams of you and me

So he and Dan are a thing now. Phil doesn’t really know what thing they are but it’s something he knows he wants to hold onto and never let go.

change

Everything is carefully controlled and he wonders why it seems that coming to Australia loosens his self-restraint.

15 Years

Their lives, forever intertwined.

healing hat

It’s only then while he’s about to climb back in bed and text Dan that whatever he ordered just arrived that he notices his head has settled down and he can actually blink without it hurting.

push and pull

They’re nowhere near ready to be done, and Phil isn’t always patient when it comes to most things but when it comes to fucking Dan, he has all the time in the world.

[sh4rkkks]

chapter 1- The Grudge

simon ghost riley x reader

The warehouses and hideaways are engulfed in the burning flames screaming at you from outside the small window, every last bit of yourself burning with the evidence of what used to be. Mind taken by the whirring blades above you, you momentarily forget the reason you're headed to the large military base.

heartless. That's what you're supposed to be in this ruthless world, protecting yourself against the ones you're meant to see as an enemy.

"Welcome, lieutenant Indigo." The man has a soft smile on his face, covered by the brown mustache that swallows his upper lip. His eyes are soft, small creases from his smile indenting his fair skin. His voice is gruff, a heavy English accent accompanying his formal greeting. "Captain John Price." You feel the callouses against his hand, the tough skin scratching into the firm handshake he gives. "Nice to meet you, sir." Your lips curl up into a small smile of your own, letting your hand drop back down to your side.

The base is small, a quaint comparison to your old assignment. Soldiers walk the halls, chatting amongst themselves or rifling through a file as they walk with haste. You nod along with the captain, listening to every bit of frankly useless information he's feeding you about the rooming system on base while your eyes follow your feet. 

Price stops, ushering you over to the side where another soldier stands. “Soap, this is your new lieutenant.” a shorter man– yet still taller than you– glances you over. He's got a mini mohawk, piercing blue eyes, and hell of a lot of sass. “Does Ghost know ‘bout this?” His Scottish accent is thick, making your eyes widen a tad when he speaks. “Nice to meet you, too.” You purse your lips, a small indication of annoyance after he dismissed the introduction Price gave you. 

He flashes you a grin, clearing his throat before stretching his hand to you. “Sergeant John Mctavish.” his accent might be even thicker as he speaks in a more formal manner. You shake his hand, cocking your head to the side. “Soap?” you question the nickname, a small snicker leaving your lips. He turns to Price, glaring at him. “Aye, you fuckin’ bastard.” 

“This the new lieutenant?” Another English accent joins the conversation, a respectful smile on his face as he looks at you. “Did everyone kno’ ‘bout this except for me?” Soap exclaims, his arms waving out dramatically.

 “Sergeant Kyle Garrick.” His introduction is met with another handshake, a softer grip compared to the other two. “You meet Ghost yet?” he shoves his hands into his pockets, rocking back and forth on his feet. You cock an eyebrow, face scrunching together in confusion. “Ghost?” The name feels weird on your tongue, the syllables rolling off in a familiar manner. “She's not met him, no” Price answers for you. Okay now you're even more confused. ‘Ghost’? As in someone's name?  “I suppose you should meet the other lieutenant.” Price nods his head down the hall, ushering you to follow him. Other lieutenant? 

“Simon.” Price’s knuckles rap on the door, the name plate beside it reading; ‘lieutenant riley’. At this point you're a confused mess, deciding from now on to just refer to everyone by their callsign. A few seconds later the door is opened, and standing at a good 6’4 is a behemoth of a man dressed in all black, a skull hiding his face. “Ghost, meet your partner, lieutenant Indigo." Price introduces you. Ghost’s eyes narrow at you, what you can only guess is a displeased expression on his face. This is going to be interesting. 

wc: 605

authors note: hi guys! i hope you enjoyed the first chapter of the fic, sorry if it feels a bit rushed! let me know any comments or suggestions that you may have to better the story please!! 🙏

[shutupsade]

casual || suguru geto/reader [01]

Synopsis: It's your final semester in college, and the fear of missing out has compelled you to do something new - to be someone else. Your quest takes you to the basement of Suguru Geto, an infamous party boy who'd earned the devotion of half the campus. He's otherwordly beautiful, but there's no way he would ever be interested in someone like you... right? As long as you keep it casual, that is.

Tags: suguru/reader, slow burn, eventual smut, very angst, modern!au, haibara lives, college!au, opposites attract vibe.

a/n: nothing spicy in this one, but we need to set the scene, I hope you enjoy, this is my first fic after a very long writing break and I just wanted to write something. Thank you <3 ~ sade

w/c: 4.8K

"So this is it then, huh?"

The wintry air was bitterly cold as the wind picked up, crystalline snowflakes falling soundlessly from the overcast evening sky. Suguru stood in front of you, his hands shoved in his pockets while his expression remained unreadable. For a moment, it was hard to tell if it was snowing harder or if your vision was simply blurring from the tears that were threatening to fall from your eyes. There was a bitter taste in your mouth, a nagging sense of disappointment gnawing at your stomach as you forced yourself to meet his gaze. You were warned, dozens of times, not to go nosing around in Suguru's complex world. But still, the temptation had been too great, and lost within your own illusion, you'd failed to notice the signs as they piled up in front of you.

"I don't know what you expected," He offered, shrugging his shoulders.

Hell, it wasn't like you expected different, deep down. Yet still, you felt owed something. Some kind of explanation after all this time that might perhaps make sense of the pain growing in your chest. You didn't want to believe the obvious, no, you couldn't. The Suguru you'd come to know wasn't the same one everyone spoke about, he wasn't the same party boy you'd met all those months ago. He was different - he is different.

"Why though, we were having fun, it was casual-"

"It doesn't really matter though, does it," He questioned, gazing around campus with avid interest.

"Like hell it doesn't!"

You're standing there huffing, crying harder as your brain realizes what's happening. How silly it all felt now, thinking that he could be anything different. Suguru Geto, a party boy whose two interests were alcohol and sex, preferably both at once. Was it the chase? The satisfaction of getting something he wanted, something hard earned? From kind words and late nights, he'd earned your trust and devotion - and suddenly overnight you became just like a string of his other hookups. A bitter ex.

"You said casual, I gave you casual. No strings attached, remember," He challenged, raising his eyebrows, "we agreed to break it off if things changed."

Still, you wanted to plead. Couldn't you just return to the start, before you got too close? Before you came to know a part of him that seemed invisible to the rest of the world, your own private Suguru who only shined when you did. Was it all casual, every kiss, every heartfelt touch, every time he ever fell asleep pressed to the cinderblock walls of your dorm room? Was it casual when he showed you his favorite songs and made a mixtape for you?

Which one of you toed the line first, though?

Was it you by accepting his initial invitation, having known the entire time that you always secretly hoped for something more? Was it delusion, or hope, that made you believe in a different version of him that was unlike the one everyone else knew?

"I have to go," Suguru said, nodding his head towards the maze of buildings behind him, "I have a meeting with one of my professors."

He doesn't wait for your response, turning his back towards you as he threaded through the snow. It fell harder now, the late December sky devoid of any meaningful light. You tried not to feel bitter, tried to remind yourself that you were prepared for this reality. Hell, maybe you were naive, an outsider to his strange world, destined to always watch from the window. Why did you feel so paralyzed, standing alone in the snow as you watched him retreat?

When did it start, when did everything change, could you ever go back to before? Even if it meant always keeping him at a distance?

The distant hum of a thundering bass track echoes down the empty pathways of campus, a mix of sweaty bodies spilling out of a two story home. It sits on the edge of campus, nothing special yet definitely the nicest on the block when considering the standard of college rentals. It was larger than the others, the only two story, and it was currently known by its reputation as 'the party house'. If you were looking to get drunk on the weekends, you'd walk over and you were almost always guaranteed to find a party happening. This weekend, however, was a special occasion - it was the start of the semester blow out, which meant that almost everyone who knew was going.

You stood on the sidewalk in front of the house, gnawing on the inside of your cheek as a gust of late August air swept past your exposed skin. The dress you'd bought on impulse was shorter than you were used to, but any fear you might have had dulled as you saw the numerous mini skirts and tight crop tops. It was the start of something new, a chance to be someone different in order to shed yourself of a lingering sense of social isolation. It wasn't that you couldn't make friends, per say, but simply that you had a difficult time trusting others.

Sure, a college party might not have been the best place to find new friends, but it wasn't like you had to become best friends with these people. That was the beauty of college - there was no social pressure to remain friends.

More people spilled out from the open doorway clutching solo cups, their faces soft pink from intoxication. The bass track grew louder as you slowly made your way inside. There were at least a hundred people packed in the first floor alone, everybody blissfully in their own world. There was a group crowded around the television, some game you didn't recognize playing on the screen as people watched the progression. In the kitchen, the crowd was less dense, roughly ten that were speaking quietly amongst themselves around a litany of various alcohols.

The smell of marijuana was floating down from the basement, thin plumes of smoke rising up the stairwell as you ventured further down. The bulk of the party goers were down there, but the space sprawled out further than you anticipated. Colorful stage lights were placed meticulously around the room, illuminating the dark room in a rainbow of different shades. The stereo sat in the corner, speakers in each corner of the room rattling as people shouted over the music to each other.

There was another alcohol table set up in one of the corners, and a couple kegs to either side of it. It was clear the hosts had spared no expense, but it was immediately obvious why the home had garnered the title of Party House. You'd heard of the hosts only in passing, seeing them a handful of times around campus. In your previous semester, you'd been too nervous to ever attempt going somewhere like that alone, so you'd mainly stuck inside your dorm. It wasn't that you weren't nervous now, of course, but you were hoping to latch on to the one or two familiar faces you were bound to find.

Almost immediately, your eyes find one such familiar face, but a pit of vexation claws its way inside your stomach at the sight of him. In the spring, you'd had the displeasure of having a class with one Satoru Gojo, who, despite his good looks, was one of the most annoying figures you'd encountered. He was overly confident, and dreadfully cocky, but most painfully - he was incredibly smart. It was hard to call him on anything without inspiring the ire of over half the women on campus.

He enjoyed interrupting classes immensely, one of those students who thought they knew more than the professor, and he would keep it going until he noticed the teacher was getting pissed. Then, he'd simply toss his arms up with a little grin and say, 'I'll surrender'. It made getting through any lecture a hassle but you weren't trying to get on the campus golden boy's bad side. It was easier to avoid him, and so you had - until now.

He stood behind the alcohol table as the bartender of sorts, only he'd stopped short of serving his guests as his attention was entirely focused on the woman standing before him. She had her fingers wrapped around the collar of his shirt, her lips ghosting over his as a dopey, love struck smile came over his face. It was amusing, almost, to see someone so confident become complete putty in someone's hand.

"Satoru!"

A heavy voice spread over the crowd from immediately behind you, the looming presence of a stranger abruptly close. You jumped on reflex, goosebumps rising to your arms as a hand pressed against the middle of your back. The figure moved forward, and almost immediately you were struck by his appearance. To say he was gorgeous was the understatement of the year, possibly the decade.

He was taller than the other party goers, with stark black hair that was wrapped up in a bun, strands falling and framing his face in the colorful light. It was almost ethereal, the way he turned to look at you over his shoulder as he moved past you. A strobe light was reflecting off the piercings in his ears, his eyes a dark yet warm mahogany brown. You were so taken by him that you almost missed him speaking directly to you.

"Sorry, doll."

He said it with a grin, and almost as quickly as he arrived, he was gone as he lurched through the crowd towards his friend. Satoru was pouting, his expression one of annoyance as the woman peered between the two of them.

"Whaaatt," He was whining, wrapping one arm around the woman.

You missed the rest of their conversation, their voices only a soft murmur amongst the loud voices at the party. You pulled a bottle from a tub filled with melting ice, not quite trusting the various hard liquors that had been passed around by everyone that night. On a small couch pressed to the wall, you were relieved once more to find your across the hallway dorm neighbor - Shoko.

She lounged cooly on the loveseat by herself, no one daring to approach as she took a slow drag from a cigarette perched between her fingers. She was speaking softly to another person sitting across from her. It was Haibara, a boy you'd had a handful of classes with in the previous semester. He was quiet, and you'd worked on a few projects with him during midterms. Not a remarkably noticeable character, but he did his work and was relatively kind, as far as you could tell.

Shoko's eyes drift over to you, lifting in surprise as she takes you in.

"You came out of the cave," She says cooly, a small small stretching across her features as she gestures to the seat beside Haibara.

You take the cue with gratitude, settling down in the empty seat as Haibara shoots you a welcoming smile.

"What made you wanna come here of all places," She asked.

"I just wanted to..."

You trailed off, pondering the real reason. Sure, you wanted to do something different but it was more than that. It was about proving to yourself that you weren't secretly just strange, to erase the alien feeling that you felt when trying to connect with people. You had friends back home - why was it so hard to do the same thing here? It was like a wall stood between you and anyone you tried to connect with, but it always followed the same pattern.

It would go well at first, exchanging absentminded small talk and sharing similar interests. Then without fail, you'd think about the interactions too hard and end up saying something weird or off putting, effectively killing your chances at friendship immediately. It was one thing to be weird in an established relationship, it was another thing to bring it full force right out of the gate. So, you opted mostly to remain silent.

"A drink," Shoko offers, as if sensing your internal discomfort.

"Yeah, definitely."

You open up the bottle - it's one of those low percentage wine coolers that tastes like an overly sweetened cherry cough medicine. The taste of alcohol is barely there, but it lingers at the back of your throat uncomfortably long as you try hard to appear more naturally in front of the crowd.

"I didn't know you two knew each other," Haibara says, "we had biology together last semester and got saddled with Mei for the final."

He groans at the memory, as you recall Mei - the only person on campus who might have been stranger than you felt. It worked for her, in a weird, off putting way, but only simply because she was conventionally attractive and had the confidence of a God. She was, however, an absolute scam artist and had paid someone else to do her portion of the final. Naturally, her portion had come on the final day for submissions, which had sent both you and Haibara into a panic as you exchanged frenzied texts in the group chat.

"Oh I would have complained," she said, laughing, "what a tragedy."

"She almost screwed us!"

The three of you fell into an easy rapport, milling over your upcoming classes as graduation loomed closer. Really, this is the semester you should be focusing on the most - but you'd spent 7 out of your 8 semesters holed up inside your dorm basically, attending few campus events. Sure, your grades were fantastic because of it, but you wanted to do something more before entering into full adulthood and post grad life. Something to remember the experience by that wasn't nights spent cramming over materials - something memorable and exciting.

"What are you gonna do post grad?"

The question is directed at you, both of them looking at you in curiosity.

"Something in business, probably."

You'd chosen a boring yet stable major, the stability of a predictable life far more appealing than something riskier with less opportunity. Growing up in chaos had motivated your internal desire, you'd had enough excitement already. This final semester was like the last hurrah, the goodbye to any partying era you might have.

"You're just like Nanami," Haibara says, grinning, "you remind me a lot of each other."

"You're so right," Shoko agrees, nodding her head encouragingly.

"He's already got a job lined up as a salaryman, he's so lucky..."

Nanami Kento, a name that rings a bell only after a few moments of reflection. He'd entered into university early, having graduated tech school a year earlier than any of his peers. Like you, he was relatively quiet and often sat in the front row of the few classes you shared together. He didn't seem to care for the college world of partying and reckless decisions - at twenty, he already seemed so much older. He would do well in the business world, you were sure of it.

"Maybe if you studied harder you'd have a job lined up," Shoko teased, "but you're here instead."

At that, Haibara blushes, crossing his arms over his chest in mock defiance. Shoko laughs, her voice pleasant among the music. You'd relaxed enough during the exchange to let your guard down, missing the way her eyes flickered just above your head, her hand raising in a greeting. You turned around, your breath catching in your throat once more as you stared at the boy with long hair from earlier. He wasn't looking at you this time, his attention focused surely on Shoko.

"Look at you being social," He teased, his voice like honey when paired with the vibrating bass, "come do pong with us."

She looks to you in invitation, quirking her eyebrows up. Haibara was pouting, disappointed not to have been chosen as you looked between the two of them in slight alarm. You'd never played beer pong before, doubting your skill against people who were very clearly more experienced. The stranger from before clapped one hand down against the back of the arm chair, turning his attention to you finally as he extended the other hand.

"Come on, we'll take it easy on you guys."

You have to remind yourself of your motivation, your desire to be more social as you reluctantly stand up. Shoko followed behind you, with Haibara gesturing you towards the table in the corner. Luckily, most people are in their own little worlds, staring at the table with only vague interest. Satoru was already standing on one end, lining up cups in a triangle before looking up to your arrival.

"You got two!"

You go to stand beside Shoko as she bounces a pong ball against the table, waiting for him to finish setting up.

"Listen, it's easy. Just sink the balls in their cup, Just don't think about it too hard."

It seemed like an impossible act, a reminder of how little she knows you. Still, you steel your nerves as Satoru tossed another ball towards you. You caught it easily, breathing a sigh of relief as you narrowed your gaze down the folding table. Shoko shot first, easily sinking her ball into one of the back cups with ease as the stranger fished it out with a slight grin.

"Don't think about it," Shoko urged.

You take her advice, acting on impulse as you shoot, watching in anticipation as it circles the rim of a cup, before trailing off, bouncing against the table and right into Satoru's hand.

"You're psyching her out, Sho," The stranger says.

At that, the stranger shoots, easily sinking a ball in one of your cups as Satoru does the same for Shoko. It feels almost unfair to be pit against two people who are very clearly experienced in playing. You're determined, however, fishing the ball from the cup as you take a long drink from the bottle, wincing slightly at the sweet cherry flavor. The pressure is on you again, but you take Shoko's advice and toss the ball before you have time to overthink it. To your pleasure, it falls almost immediately in the center cup, and beside you, Haibara starts cheering.

"Nice," the stranger purred, his head tilting back to expose his pale neck as he takes a drink, "you'll be a pro in no time.” 

You brighten up at his praise, giving him a gentle smile. Shoko seems proud, grinning as she sinks another ball. By now, people have begun to grow more interested in the game as you go back and forth, the cups on the table dwindling as you begin to feel looser and more confident. Much as you hate to admit it, Satoru was decent company while not in class, his bombastic personality suiting the party scene in a way that provides a never ending stream of amusement. 

“Hey, Shoko,” Your voice was a mere whisper as you leaned over towards her, watching from your peripheral vision as she tossed the pong ball. “Hm?” “Whose Satoru’s friend?” 

You were chewing the inside of your cheek, watching as the stranger’s face twisted with concentration, preparing his next shot. 

“Suguru,” She answered smoothly, “trust me on this one though, it’s not a hill you wanna climb.” 

There’s an undertone to her phrasing, a deeper expression taking hold of her usually bored face. There’s tension there, and you immediately back down, content with her answer. It made sense, much as you wanted to ignore the small tickle of disappointment that had flooded you. A party boy being messy, who could have guessed. He seemed more reserved than Satoru, unphased by the attention of others as he high fived his friend, gleeful at his successful shot. 

You take another long drink. At this point, you’re both evenly tied with three cups each. Suguru was watching you intensely, waiting for your next move as you took a deep breath, watching as the ball missed completely, bouncing off the table as Shoko cursed quietly next to you, missing her own shot as it bounces off Satoru’s torso. 

“You tryna tell me something,” He chuckles, right before missing his own shot. 

“Flop,” Haibara retorted, Suguru elbowing him lightly as he sunk another ball. 

At this point, you’re determined to win, so close to victory and desperate to prove that you can. You tossed yours at the same time as Shoko, the balls bouncing off each other and by some strange miracle, landing squarely into the two cups as a cheer came from the surrounding crowd. 

“Holy shit you can’t recreate that,” Haibara is grinning, shaking your shoulder as Suguru and Satoru each take a drink in defeat. 

You and Shoko have two cups, but it’s down to one on their side. All they have to do is sink their shots and the game is theirs. Satoru was lining up, his expression gleeful as he tossed the ball and it landed perfectly, water splashing up from the cup with a soft splash as Shoko groaned next to you. Suguru hesitated, his eyes flickering between you and the cup and in almost teasing manor. It brings a grin across your face as your eyebrows raise, daring him to take the shot as he acknowledges your challenge. His eyes were alight with mischief as he took the shot, missing almost comically as he shrugged his shoulders, Satoru’s mouth dropping open as he grabbed a hold of his shoulders, shaking him. 

“You threw! You threw it, I can’t believe you-” 

In the chaos, Shoko snapped up the final ball, sinking into their remaining cup with ease as people cheered around you. Shoko was staring at Suguru, her eyebrows raised in question as he shrugged Satoru off, slowly moving around the table to face you. As the adrenaline of the game wears off, you become aware of yourself once more, flustered beneath his stare as you grip the empty bottle in your hand a little tighter. 

“Good game,” He says, his voice husky and inviting as he nods his head towards the stairwell, “can I get you another one?” 

He was pointing towards the empty bottle, the invitation clear as you shuffle awkwardly on your feet. 

“I think I’m gonna head back,” Shoko announced, cutting the tension herself as she returned to your side. “You coming?” 

It was getting late, and you were already cursing yourself for signing up for a 9 AM class as you nodded in agreement. Part of you did want to stay and see where the night went, but there was also a part of you that felt the lingering current of unease surrounding Suguru. Handsome as he was, he was a stranger to you, and Shoko’s words were already echoing in your ear. Sure, you barely knew her, but you would always be more likely to take a woman’s warning when it was offered to you. 

“I should go,” You offered, “but it was nice meeting you.” 

Suguru’s eyes warmed as he nodded, his shoulders slumping slightly as Satoru wandered off once more into the crowd. 

“Your name?” He asked, extending one large hand towards you. “(Y/N),” You replied, taking his hand as he wrapped his fingers around, warmth spreading across your palms as he shook it gently. 

It almost makes you want to laugh, the formal nature of a handshake, but you’re almost too scared to accept anything else from him. 

It’s become painfully apparent that you’re not the best with men in general - partially as a result of your own awkwardness and isolation, but also because of the obvious. You didn’t trust the majority of them, and certainly not ones like Suguru. It was a bad idea, definitely, to intrench yourself any further into his world. 

“I’ll see you around,” He says, before disappearing into the crowd. 

For a moment, you’re disappointed, but that’s the kicker with men like him. Always more fun to be around, but infinitely harder in the long run. He was about as far from your usual type as you could get, but so was the entire scene. 

Shoko doesn’t wait for you as she begun her way up the stairs, leaving you to follow like a lost kitten as you head back out into the night. The moon has sunk lower, and a glance at your phone says 2:13 in the morning. It was already late when you decided to head out, but it was also hard to believe that you’d spent nearly an hour inside. 

The walk to your dorm is short, the pathways illuminated as Shoko lit another cigarette, the smoke pluming over her head. You debate asking her for more information on Suguru, but decide against it in fear of seeming too forward. Besides, you aren’t willing to risk the fragile friendship you’ve formed with her by making her think you’re only interested in him. 

“Just ask,” She said, as if sensing your thoughts as she casts a glance over her shoulder at you. “What do you mean by a hill I don’t wanna climb?” 

Shoko sighed, slowing her pace to walk in tandem beside you as she pondered the right words to say. It’s not that she distrusts her own friend, or that he’s a bad person, but sometimes Suguru is well… Suguru. 

“He’s like Satoru,” She said finally, “a lot to handle sometimes. He’s not really the relationship type, but he is a good friend when you need him to be.” 

It was obvious already, but it still does little to stifle the slight disappointment. Were you even looking for a relationship? The question rattled around inside your mind incessantly. Sure, while you weren’t entirely opposed to a casual hookup, but you were also aware that it was a remarkably easy way to gain feelings when you didn’t want to. Furthermore, you couldn’t quite imagine trusting someone like that without knowing them incredibly well. 

You decided to drop it as you entered the dorm hall. It would be easy enough to keep your distance, you figured. In your three years on campus you’d never encountered him directly before tonight. Shoko stopped in front of her door, turning to wave once more. 

“G’night,” She murmured, “good luck with your classes.” 

“Good luck,” You echo her sentiment, watching her retreat into her room as the door shuts with a soft click. 

Inside your room the lights are dimmed with only the soft glow of a string of fairy lights that are strung up on the wall. You sprung for solo living this year, having tried your luck with various roommates over the years to no avail. The few you did have were characters in and of themselves, and so it was a great relief to have won a bid for the only solo hall on campus. 

It had gotten too expensive to consider a place off campus, at least not without procuring a job. You’d barely managed the workload in the last semester without crashing out, so adding onto it was off the table. There were still a few unpacked boxes pressed to the walls, their contents spilling out onto the floor as you toed around them, slipping off your dress in favor of a pair of pajamas. 

You felt a vague sense of accomplishment, proud of yourself for going out despite the internal desire not too. It would have been too easy not to, excuse yourself in favor of unpacking and finishing any last minute pre-semester requirements. Though anything you needed to do had already been done, no one else had to know that. Hell, no one else on campus knew you - besides the small group of acquaintances you’d gathered on happenstance. 

That was the one benefit of being reclusive, it made it so much easier to go unnoticed, maintaining your anonymity and thus, your peace. Maybe it could be a good thing, though, to venture outside of your comfort zone. You’d already decided that this would be the year of bolder choices, and as you climbed into bed, you felt more confident in that decision.

~

Shit. 

Any satisfaction you’d had last night from stepping out was almost immediately replaced with urgency as you woke up to read the time - 8:56 AM. You’d stumbled out of your dorm in a rush, having thrown on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt before running out the door. It was a sprint across campus, and by the time you’d stumbled into the building at 9:01, you were embarrassingly out of breath and panting in the doorway as all your classmates looked at you with both pity and amusement. 

You scanned the room for an empty desk, trying hard not to meet the eyes of your classmates as you skittered into the room. The professor paid you no mind, typing away at his computer as he began setting up a slideshow. 

Double shit. 

There was one desk left in the entire classroom - and it just so happened to be the one next to the same beautiful long haired stranger from last night. Suguru. 

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Emmrich x Rook

The games romances are kind of empty and way too PG for an M rated game so here are my musing about the beginning of their relationship and an inexperienced Rook.

Going into the relationship, Emmrich was moving very fast. Rook was just such an exciting person, it was hard not to get swept up in them. That and he didn’t really see anything serious with them, just a lighthouse fling while they delt with the gods. He wouldn’t get his hopes up for anything more.

Their first kiss in the memorial gardens turned into two, then three, then a deeper one, then he was kissing down the neck pushing them up against the monument. If he didn’t hold such respect for the gardens he would have taken them right then and there. Instead they hurried back to the lighthouse, the stress igniting a need in Rook they hadn’t known was there.

The next weeks burned hot and fast between the two. Rook recklessly throwing themselves into his arms, and Emmrich happy to have them if even for a little while. Their youthful body sensitive and respective to everything he gave them. He spent more time with Rook spread over his desk than his work.

Poor Rook had whiplash from how quickly they went for playful flirting to completely love sick for the man. They were practically addicted to his attention. Of course everyone took notice rather quickly. Rook always leaving his room looking rather disheveled and far more relaxed. The lingering touches and longing gazes the two shared. They were anything but discreet.

For the most part everyone was happy for Rook, they clearly needed some sort of comfort with all the stress they were under. Every day they were one more disaster from completely cracking under the pressure. Emmrich seemed to elevate some of the tension in more ways than one.

Harding however was worried for her friend. She saw how Rook looked at Emmrich and how he didn’t look back. Emmrich was his own person with his own life and plans for the future that didn’t involve Rook. Rook was still trying to figure out who they were while carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders and desperately clinging to him for support. She only had Rook’s well being in mind, the last thing they needed right now was a heart break. “With Rook being so much younger… don’t you think you’re moving a little fast?”

Emmrich was scandalized by what Harding had said to him. His relations with Rook were quite honestly none of her business. He hadn’t thought much of their age difference beyond just admiring how cute Rook was. But with Hardings words gnawing at the back of his mind he starts to truly notice Rook. He was completely taken aback by what he saw. The way they beamed at him with nothing but devotion and adoration. The spark of first love glowing softly in their eyes.

They needed to talk, truly talk like a real couple should. How many times had they shared a bed and they hardly knew each other. So Emmrich planned a quiet dinner in the gardens, a real date.

“So this is when we talk about our feeling?” Rook joked, always so playful.

“If you’d like…”

Rook grew quiet for a moment, fidgeting nervously. “Alright, there’s actually something I’ve been meaning to tell you…”

Oh shit. Emmrich concerns had been confirmed. He was their first real relationship and he had been treating the poor thing like a casual fling. He had completely taken their naïvety for granted. As far as he had shown them real relationships were nothing but sex and sordid whispers. He felt like such a fool for not noticing sooner, they may not have known better but he should. But he was also deeply touched that they had chosen him. He could fix this, he had to for their sake at least.

“We can take things slow.”

[cherryxbooo]

May I please request a fic where the female reader is an FBI agent and former Marine who has a reputation for being tenacious and tough and she runs into the LAPD while working on a case, reuniting with Tim whom she has a passionate history with?

Just like old times

Summary: Y/N, an FBI agent, reunites with her former lover, Tim Bradford, while working on a dangerous case with the LAPD. Their chemistry rekindles, and after the case, their relationship is revealed, sparking curiosity among Tim’s coworkers.

Note: First of all, I want to thank all of you for all the support you showed me on my last few fics. It means a lot, thank you so much 🫶🤞Thank you for your request, I gave it my own little spin so I hope you like it! Enjoy 🤍

Reader x Tim Bradford

Genre: Fluff/tiny bit of angst (if you squint lol)

The police station buzzed with the usual chaos: phones ringing, officers shuffling through files, and the occasional banter to lighten the tension of their work.

But the air shifted when the captain’s door opened, revealing Commander Grey alongside a woman in an impeccably tailored suit.

The first thing people noticed about her wasn’t her striking appearance, though that was undeniable.

It was the way she carried herself; shoulders squared, gaze sharp, exuding an air of authority and control.

It was the look of someone who had seen the worst humanity had to offer and lived to tell the tale.

“Who’s that?” Jackson West muttered to Lucy Chen as they leaned against the edge of their desks.

“No idea,” Lucy replied, narrowing her eyes at the mysterious newcomer. “But she screams FBI.”

Angela Lopez walked up, crossing her arms. “She doesn’t just scream it, she’s it. Look at the badge on her belt.”

“Great,” Lucy said under her breath. “Another suit to look down on us.”

As the whispers spread, Tim Bradford entered the bullpen, his usual brisk and no-nonsense demeanor firmly in place.

His sharp eyes scanned the room, narrowing when he caught sight of the figure beside Grey.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Tim froze mid-step.

It was you.

The last time Tim Bradford had seen you, the two of you had been tangled in a mess of emotions.

It was a heated goodbye neither of you wanted but both knew was necessary.

You had been on the fast track, transitioning from your time in the Marines to the FBI with an ambition he respected but couldn’t keep up with.

He was a police officer with roots too deep to pull up, and your career demanded a level of movement and detachment that didn’t fit into his world.

The chemistry between you had been undeniable, volatile at times, but magnetic.

When you were together, it was like nothing else existed. But the breakup wasn’t ugly; it was bittersweet.

You’d left with mutual respect and more than a little unresolved tension.

And now, years later, you were back.

“Bradford!” Grey’s voice snapped him out of his daze. “I need you for this.”

Tim approached, his expression unreadable, though the quick flicker of surprise in his eyes didn’t escape you.

You tilted your head slightly, a small smirk tugging at your lips.

“Sergeant Bradford,” you said smoothly, your voice carrying the same confident edge he remembered.

“Agent Y/L/N,” he replied evenly, his tone giving nothing away.

“Wait,” Lucy whispered loudly to Angela and Jackson, “he knows her?!”

The case was a high-stakes operation that had everyone on edge. For months, the LAPD had been chasing leads on a sprawling human trafficking ring operating across state lines.

The criminals were highly organized, using fake businesses and offshore accounts to cover their tracks, and their connections ran deep, involving corrupt officials and dangerous enforcers.

Every lead the LAPD pursued seemed to hit a dead end. Frustration was mounting, especially for Tim Bradford, whose no-nonsense approach had been tested by the complexity of the operation.

The captain had finally called in a favor with the FBI, hoping a fresh perspective and federal resources could turn the tide.

That’s when they sent you.

When Commander Grey introduced you as the FBI agent assigned to the case, the bullpen had gone silent.

Your reputation had preceded you, not just as a skilled investigator but as a former Marine who was known for your grit and relentless pursuit of justice.

Tim’s coworkers were impressed, though they couldn’t help but notice the palpable tension between you and the sergeant.

“We’ve been tracking this network for years,” you explained during the initial briefing, clicking through a presentation of maps, photos, and suspect profiles.

“They use legitimate businesses,restaurants, shipping companies, as fronts for their operations. They’ve been moving people through LA under the radar, and we believe this city is a critical hub in their network.”

Lucy Chen leaned forward, studying one of the photos. “How are they avoiding detection?”

“Fake documents, forged permits, and insider help,” you said grimly.

“We suspect they have someone on the inside tipping them off. That’s why every move we make has to be airtight.”

Tim, seated at the back of the room, crossed his arms. “And what’s the endgame here? Arrest a few mid-level operatives while the bosses disappear?”

You met his gaze evenly. “The goal is to dismantle the entire network. That means taking down everyone, from the enforcers on the ground to the kingpins running the show.”

The room fell silent, the weight of the task settling over the team.

As the precinct buzzed with the aftermath of the sting operation's success, the atmosphere began to lighten.

Officers filtered out one by one, their weariness mingled with satisfaction.

You were seated at a table with a pile of paperwork, methodically logging the details of the operation, when Tim approached, his face unreadable but his presence grounding.

“Looks like the big bad FBI agent has paperwork too,” he teased, setting down a mug of coffee next to you.

“Don’t think for a second you’re exempt, Bradford,” you shot back, smirking as you gestured toward his own untouched stack of forms.

“Or is LAPD above such mundane tasks?”

“Not a chance,” he quipped, pulling out a chair and settling beside you.

Your easy banter didn’t go unnoticed. Lucy and Angela exchanged a curious glance from across the bullpen, while Jackson leaned closer to Nolan, whispering something that made him grin.

Eventually, Angela couldn’t resist. She sauntered over, her arms crossed and an amused expression on her face.

“So,” Angela began, dragging out the word. “How exactly do you two know each other?”

Tim stiffened slightly, though he didn’t look up from the file he was reviewing.

“Work,” he said curtly, clearly trying to shut down the conversation.

You arched an eyebrow at his abruptness but decided to play along. “We’ve crossed paths before,” you said vaguely, keeping your tone neutral.

Angela wasn’t satisfied. “Crossed paths? That’s it? Because the two of you seem awfully... in sync.”

Lucy, unable to resist joining in, pulled up a chair.

“Yeah, it’s like you’re finishing each other’s sentences out there. Spill. Is this some FBI-Marine/army secret society thing?”

Tim finally glanced up, his expression a mixture of exasperation and amusement. “We’ve worked together before. End of story.”

“Oh, come on, Bradford,” Nolan chimed in, grinning. “You can’t just drop breadcrumbs and expect us not to follow.”

You exchanged a glance with Tim, silently communicating whether or not to indulge them.

His slight shake of the head told you all you needed to know: he wasn’t about to open up. Still, you decided to throw them a bone.

“Let’s just say Tim and I have some shared history in... high-stress situations,” you said, your tone deliberately cryptic.

Lucy’s eyes lit up. “Oh, like what? You were partners? Rivals?”

“Or lovers?” Angela added slyly, clearly enjoying Tim’s discomfort.

Tim shot her a sharp look. “Focus on your own love life, Lopez.”

“Oh, relax,” Angela said, waving a hand. “We’re just curious. It’s not every day we see you get along with someone.”

You bit back a laugh, deciding to rescue him. “It’s complicated, okay? And classified.”

That seemed to satisfy them... For now.

They dispersed, though you caught them glancing back occasionally, whispering among themselves.

Tim let out a low sigh, running a hand through his hair.

“Classified?” he echoed, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“You’re welcome,” you replied with a wink, returning to your paperwork.

Later that evening, when the station was nearly empty, Tim and you were left alone to tie up loose ends.

The earlier teasing lingered in the air, but now it felt like a private joke between the two of you.

“You think they’ll let it go?” you asked, leaning back in your chair.

“Not a chance,” Tim said dryly. “Lopez will probably turn it into a guessing game, and Chen will dig through every detail of my life.”

You chuckled. “They seem like a good group.”

“They are,” Tim admitted, his voice softening. “Annoying, but good.”

There was a brief pause, then he looked at you with a hint of a smile. “Thanks for handling that back there.”

You shrugged. “Part of the job, Bradford. I’ve got your six, remember?”

His expression shifted, something more serious flickering in his eyes. “I know you do. Always have.”

You held his gaze for a moment longer, the weight of his words settling over you like a warm blanket.

Then, with a faint smile, you nudged his stack of paperwork toward him.

“Now finish your reports, Sergeant,” you teased.

The morning after your arrival at the station, you found yourself in the briefing room, surrounded by Tim and his team.

The station buzzed with an energy you hadn’t felt since your days in the Marines.

As a former Marine turned FBI agent, you were used to commanding respect and navigating high-pressure situations.

Today, though, you were walking into a hornet’s nest.

Grey stood at the front of the room, the case details projected on the screen behind him.

“Alright, people, listen up. We’re working with Agent Y/L/N on this one, so I expect full cooperation.”

Your name was enough to draw a few looks, especially after yesterday’s whispers about your connection to Tim.

You stayed professional, though, your expression unreadable as Grey continued.

“The target is Ethan Marlow,” Grey said, gesturing to a mugshot on the screen.

A rugged man with a scar across his cheek and an unmistakable smirk stared back at the room.

“Suspected arms dealer. We’ve been trying to nail him for months, but he’s slippery. Last week, we got a tip that he’s planning a major shipment through the Los Angeles docks.”

You stepped forward, holding a remote to switch slides.

“Marlow’s operation is large, but he’s not untouchable. My team and I have been tracking his movements across state lines, and we believe his associates are using a shell company to smuggle weapons through legitimate cargo shipments.”

Lucy raised her hand. “Why not just hit the docks and seize the cargo?”

“Because Marlow doesn’t work alone,” you replied, flipping to a map that highlighted his network.

“His associates are just as dangerous, and if we spook them, they’ll scatter. We need to cut off the head of the operation. That means Marlow.”

Tim’s eyes flicked to you, his brows furrowing slightly.

He wasn’t used to taking orders from anyone, but he respected competence. And you? You radiated it.

Angela chimed in. “What’s our play?”

You glanced at her, then looked back at the team.

“Marlow’s hosting a private party at a nightclub downtown tonight. It’s our best shot at getting close to him.”

“Undercover?” Nolan asked, leaning forward.

You nodded. “Exactly. We’ve got a cover story and fake identities for two officers. You’ll mingle, gather intel, and plant a tracker on Marlow’s vehicle.”

Tim leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “And who’s going in?”

You paused, meeting his gaze directly.

“You and I.”

The room seemed to hold its breath. Tim’s lips quirked into a faint smirk, his demeanor calm despite the weight of your suggestion.

Angela raised an eyebrow. “Well, this just got interesting.”

As the team dispersed to prepare for the operation, you caught up with Tim in the hallway.

The sound of your boots echoed against the tiled floor as you fell into step beside him.

“Was that a problem?” you asked, glancing up at him.

He shrugged. “Nope. Just wondering how you managed to finagle me into this.”

A sly smile curved your lips. “Thought you’d appreciate the chance to dress up.”

Tim chuckled, low and warm. “You’ve got jokes.”

There was a pause as you both walked in companionable silence.

Memories of your past flashed unbidden in your mind, the long nights on stakeouts, the adrenaline-fueled moments of action, and the quieter times, when his touch was all you needed to feel safe.

“Remember the first time we worked together?” you asked softly.

Tim glanced at you, his expression softening. “Yeah. That drug bust in San Diego. You saved my ass.”

“You were pinned down,” you reminded him, smirking. “I didn’t have a choice.”

He shook his head, his voice quieter. “You didn’t hesitate. Not once.”

“It’s what we do,” you said simply, though your heart warmed at the admiration in his voice.

Tim stopped walking, turning to face you. “Y/N... what happened with us... back then—I never really got a chance to explain.”

You held up a hand, cutting him off gently. “Tim, it’s okay. We both had our reasons.”

“But you’re here now,” he said, his voice steady. “That’s what matters.”

For a moment, the unspoken history between you hung in the air, a tangible thread connecting the past to the present.

Then, the sound of a door opening down the hall broke the moment, and you both fell back into step.

Later that evening, you stood in front of the mirror, adjusting your earpiece and smoothing out the sleek black dress you’d chosen for the undercover op.

Tim emerged from the adjacent room, his suit perfectly tailored, exuding confidence. His gaze flicked to you, lingering a beat too long.

“Looking good, Agent,” he remarked, his voice teasing but low enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“You clean up nicely yourself, Bradford,” you replied, adjusting his tie.

As you rode to the nightclub together, the tension in the air was palpable, not the bad kind, but the kind that made your pulse quicken and your senses sharpen.

You exchanged glances, each silently acknowledging the trust you’d built through years of working together.

Inside the club, the operation went off smoothly, at least at first. You and Tim played your parts to perfection, your chemistry undeniable as you mingled with the crowd.

Marlow was sharp, but not sharp enough to see through your cover. It wasn’t until a hiccup in the plan, a sudden appearance of Marlow’s enforcers, that things took a dangerous turn.

The nightclub pulsed with the heavy bass of music, its dim lighting and crowded space creating an almost oppressive atmosphere.

You navigated the sea of people with ease, Tim trailing behind you as you both subtly scanned for your target.

Marlow was seated in a VIP booth, surrounded by his entourage, his laughter echoing through the space.

Tim leaned closer to your ear, his voice low and steady. “We’ve got eyes on him. What’s the play?”

You turned slightly, catching his intense gaze in the neon glow. “I’ll distract him. You plant the tracker.”

His jaw tightened. “You sure about that?”

“Tim,” you said, your tone firm. “I’ve done this a hundred times.”

“That doesn’t mean I like it,” he muttered, but he didn’t argue further.

Adjusting your posture, you approached Marlow’s booth with the confidence of someone who belonged.

His eyes flicked to you immediately, a sly grin spreading across his face as he motioned for you to come closer.

“Well, well,” he said, his voice thick with amusement. “Who do we have here?”

You gave him a coy smile, slipping into character. “Someone who heard you’re the man to know in this town.”

As you spoke, you felt Tim’s presence nearby, his movements precise as he maneuvered around the booth.

The tension in your shoulders eased slightly, until one of Marlow’s men, a bulky enforcer with a sharp gaze, stood abruptly, his eyes narrowing on Tim.

“Who’s this guy?” the enforcer barked, his voice cutting through the din.

Tim didn’t miss a beat. “Relax. I’m just here to grab a drink.”

The enforcer didn’t look convinced. Marlow waved a hand, his focus still on you. “He’s fine. Sit down.”

Tim used the distraction to slide the tracker beneath the table, his hand steady despite the close proximity of Marlow’s crew.

You kept the conversation light, your laughter carefully timed, your every move calculated to keep the target’s attention on you.

But just as you thought you were in the clear, Marlow’s phone buzzed.

He glanced at it, his expression shifting to one of suspicion. “Excuse me for a moment.”

He stood abruptly, motioning for his men to follow.

Your heart raced as you exchanged a look with Tim, both of you realizing the same thing: something was off.

As Marlow disappeared into a back room, you and Tim quickly regrouped.

“He’s onto us,” Tim said, his voice low but urgent.

“We need to pull out,” you replied, scanning the room for the nearest exit.

Before you could move, one of Marlow’s men appeared, his gun drawn. The tension in the air snapped like a live wire.

Tim stepped in front of you instinctively, his stance protective.

“Easy,” Tim said, his tone calm but authoritative. “We’re just leaving.”

The man didn’t budge, his finger twitching near the trigger. You acted quickly, your Marine instincts kicking in as you disarmed him with a swift, calculated movement.

The gun clattered to the floor, and chaos erupted.

Tim grabbed your hand, pulling you through the panicked crowd as more of Marlow’s men gave chase.

The music and flashing lights blurred into a cacophony of sound and color as you navigated the crowded dance floor, your adrenaline surging.

“Out the back!” Tim shouted, his grip on your hand firm.

You burst through the back exit, the cool night air hitting your skin like a shock.

Tim covered you as you drew your weapon, both of you taking defensive positions as Marlow’s men spilled into the alley.

Shots rang out, the sharp crack of gunfire echoing in the narrow space.

By the time backup arrived, the scene was secured, and Marlow’s operation was compromised.

You stood with Tim in the aftermath, both of you catching your breath as you surveyed the chaos.

“You okay?” Tim asked, his voice steady despite the adrenaline still pumping through his veins.

“I’m fine,” you replied, though your hands were still trembling slightly. “You?”

“I’m good,” he said, his eyes lingering on you. “You didn’t have to jump in like that.”

You gave him a wry smile. “What? And let you play hero? Not a chance.”

His lips twitched into a small grin, but the concern in his gaze remained. “You scared the hell out of me back there.”

Before you could respond, Captain Grey approached, his expression a mix of relief and frustration. “Nice work, Agent Y/L/N. But next time, let’s try to avoid a full-blown shootout.”

“Noted,” you said, nodding.

Back at the station, the air surrounded with residual energy from the operation.

As everyone debriefed, Lucy sidled up to Angela, her eyes flicking between you and Tim, who were standing a little too close for professional comfort.

“Okay, what’s the deal with them?” Lucy whispered.

Angela smirked. “I don’t know, but I’m dying to find out.”

Nolan, ever the curious one, joined in. “You think they’ve really worked together before?”

“Obviously,” Angela said, her tone teasing. “But there’s definitely more to it.”

Harper chimed in, her arms crossed as she observed from a distance. “They’ve got history. You can see it.”

As the group speculated, Tim and you shared a glance, both aware of the unspoken questions hanging in the air.

For now, though, you kept your history, and the rekindled spark between you, to yourselves.

Later that evening, after the precinct had quieted down, you and Tim found yourselves in the dimly lit briefing room, both reviewing reports from the operation.

The silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable, it was thick with unspoken words, lingering tension, and the familiarity of years past.

Tim glanced up from his file, his voice breaking the quiet. “You were incredible out there today.”

You smirked, not looking up from your notes. “I know.”

He chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Still as humble as ever, I see.”

Setting your pen down, you met his gaze, your expression softening. “Coming from you, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

There was a beat of silence before he spoke again, his tone turning more serious.

“You scared me back there, you know. When that guy pulled the gun.”

“I’ve been in worse situations,” you said with a small shrug, trying to downplay it.

“Doesn’t make it easier to watch,” he replied, his jaw tightening.

The vulnerability in his voice caught you off guard.

You leaned back in your chair, folding your arms. “Tim, I’ve been doing this a long time. I know the risks.”

“I know you do,” he said, his voice quieter now. “But that doesn’t mean I’m okay with you putting yourself in the line of fire.”

“Funny,” you said, tilting your head. “That’s exactly how I felt about you the last time we worked together.”

He didn’t respond immediately, his eyes searching yours as if trying to gauge how much of the past you were willing to bring up.

Finally, he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. “And how did that work out for you?”

You gave him a pointed look. “Not great, Bradford. You have a way of making people care whether they want to or not.”

His lips quirked into a faint smile. “Same could be said for you.”

The words hung between you, heavy with the weight of everything left unsaid.

A few hours later, after the station had emptied out, Tim offered to drive you back to your temporary FBI accommodations.

The ride was quiet at first, the hum of the engine filling the space.

“Still driving this beast?” you teased, gesturing to his truck.

He grinned. “Reliable. Like me.”

You snorted. “Debatable.”

As the truck came to a stop outside your building, he shifted in his seat to face you. “Listen, I’ve been thinking…”

“That sounds dangerous,” you quipped, trying to lighten the mood.

He didn’t laugh. Instead, he reached for your hand, his touch gentle but firm. “I’ve missed you, Y/N. Not just working with you. You.”

Your breath caught, the sincerity in his eyes nearly undoing you. “Tim…”

“I know we didn’t end things the way we wanted,” he continued, his voice steady but soft. “But seeing you again… it’s like no time has passed. And I can’t ignore it anymore.”

You looked down at your intertwined hands, your heart racing. “Tim, this job… our lives… nothing’s simple.”

“I’m not asking for simple,” he said, his tone resolute. “I’m asking for you. Whatever that looks like.”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut, raw and honest in a way you weren’t sure you were ready for.

But as you looked at him, his expression equal parts hopeful and vulnerable, you realized that maybe you were.

The next day, you arrived at the station to find Tim waiting for you, two cups of coffee in hand.

He handed you one without a word, his fingers brushing against yours.

The small gesture sent a spark through you, a silent acknowledgment of the conversation you’d had the night before.

As you worked through the details of the case, the team’s curiosity about your relationship with Tim only grew.

Lucy, ever the inquisitive one, cornered you during a quiet moment.

“So,” she began, her tone casual but her eyes sharp. “You and Tim—what’s the story there?”

You smirked, taking a sip of your coffee. “You’ll have to ask him.”

When Lucy relayed this to Angela, Nolan, and Harper, it only fueled their determination.

During a briefing, Nolan couldn’t help but ask outright. “How exactly do you two know each other?”

Tim shot him a look that could wither a cactus. “Not your business, Nolan.”

Angela leaned back in her chair, smirking. “Interesting. Usually, you’re a lot less… protective.”

“Drop it,” Tim said, his tone leaving no room for argument. But the subtle way his eyes flicked to you didn’t go unnoticed.

Later, after the team had dispersed, you found Tim waiting for you by your car.

He leaned against it, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable.

“You okay?” you asked, approaching him.

He nodded, then gestured for you to come closer. When you did, he pulled you into a quick, fierce hug, the suddenness of it catching you off guard.

Not expecting the cold, grumpy Tim Bradford to behave this way.

“What’s that for?” you asked, your voice muffled against his chest.

“Just wanted to,” he said simply, his tone soft.

As you stood there in the quiet of the parking lot, you realized that while the job might be dangerous and the past might be complicated, having Tim by your side made it all feel a little less daunting.

The next morning, you arrived at the station to find Tim already in the war room.

He stood in front of a large board covered with photos, timelines, and maps, his focus intense.

It was a scene you were familiar with, Tim Bradford in full mission mode.

“Morning,” you said, stepping inside with a coffee in hand.

He turned, his expression softening when he saw you. “Morning. Got started early.”

“I can see that.” You handed him a second coffee. “Figured you might need this.”

He took it with a small smile. “You know me too well.”

You shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Old habits die hard.”

The two of you stood side by side, going over the latest developments in the case.

The criminal organization you were tracking was sophisticated, with layers of secrecy and a network of loyal operatives.

It was the kind of operation that required precision, patience, and trust.

“I think they’re using the docks as a secondary drop point,” you said, tapping a location on the map.

“We need to get eyes on it, but we can’t tip them off.”

Tim nodded. “Agreed. Harper and I can run surveillance. You and Nolan can follow up on the warehouse lead.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Nolan? You’re pairing me with a rookie?”

“He’s not a rookie anymore,” Tim replied, smirking. “And I trust him.”

“Fine,” you said, pretending to grumble. “But if he slows me down, I’m holding you personally responsible.”

Tim chuckled. “Noted.”

As the day progressed, the rest of the team couldn’t help but notice the easy rapport between you and Tim.

Lucy, always perceptive, leaned over to Angela as the two of you passed by.

“They’re definitely hiding something,” she whispered.

“Obviously,” Angela replied. “But what? They act like they’ve known each other forever.”

Harper, overhearing the conversation, chimed in. “Whatever it is, Tim’s not going to spill. You know how he is.”

“Yeah,” Lucy said, grinning. “But Y/N might be more willing to share.”

The three women exchanged a conspiratorial look before following you into the bullpen.

“So,” Lucy began, leaning casually against a desk. “How’s working with Tim treating you?”

You glanced up from your notes, arching an eyebrow. “Fine. Why?”

“No reason,” she said, feigning innocence. “Just curious. You two seem... close.”

“We’ve worked together before,” you said simply, refusing to elaborate.

Angela smirked. “And how did that go?”

“About as well as you’d expect,” you replied, your tone even.

Their curiosity only grew, but before they could press further, Tim appeared, his presence effectively ending the conversation.

He shot you a look as if to ask if you were okay. You gave him a subtle nod, and he relaxed.

Later that evening, the team gathered to finalize the operational plan. The stakes were high, if the operation failed, it could mean months of lost work and the possibility of the suspects disappearing altogether.

“The docks are our best shot,” Harper said, her tone firm. “But we need solid backup. These guys won’t go down without a fight.”

“I’ll take point,” you said without hesitation.

Tim frowned. “No way. It’s too risky.”

You met his gaze, your expression unwavering. “I can handle it.”

“I know you can,” he said, his voice quieter. “But I’m not letting you go in alone.”

The room fell silent as the tension between you and Tim became palpable.

The rest of the team exchanged glances but didn’t intervene.

“Fine,” you said finally. “But don’t slow me down.”

Tim’s lips quirked into a small smile. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

The docks were dark and quiet, the salty breeze carrying a faint hint of diesel and seaweed.

You and Tim crouched behind a stack of shipping containers, eyes scanning the area for any sign of movement.

The operation had reached its climax, and you were at the forefront of the action.

“I count three guards near the north entrance,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the distant hum of machinery.

Tim nodded, his gaze sharp. “Two more near the warehouse entrance. Harper’s team is covering the perimeter.”

You adjusted your earpiece, your heart steady despite the tension. This wasn’t your first high-stakes operation, and you knew it wouldn’t be your last.

But there was something different about this one. Working alongside Tim brought a layer of intensity and focus you hadn’t felt in years.

“On my signal,” Tim said, his voice calm but authoritative. “We take out the guards at the north entrance first. Quietly.”

You nodded, your fingers tightening around your weapon. “Got it.”

As the seconds ticked by, you felt Tim shift closer to you. His shoulder brushed against yours, a subtle reminder that he had your back.

Despite the danger, his presence was grounding, a steady force in the chaos.

“Ready?” he asked, his voice low.

“Always,” you replied, a small smirk playing on your lips.

The operation moved quickly. You and Tim approached the guards with practiced precision, each movement coordinated and silent.

When the first guard turned, you stepped forward, delivering a swift and calculated blow that sent him crumpling to the ground.

Tim handled the second guard with equal efficiency, his movements smooth and controlled.

“Clear,” you whispered, signaling to the rest of the team.

From the earpiece, Harper’s voice came through. “Perimeter’s secure. We’re moving in.”

You and Tim pressed forward, making your way toward the warehouse.

The massive structure loomed ahead, its rusted exterior illuminated by flickering floodlights.

Inside, you knew the operation’s ringleader was waiting, along with the final pieces of evidence needed to bring the entire organization down.

As you reached the entrance, Tim glanced at you, his expression serious. “You good?”

You gave him a confident nod. “Let’s finish this.”

The air inside the warehouse was heavy with the scent of oil and metal.

Stacks of crates and pallets created a labyrinth of narrow pathways, each one more precarious than the last.

You and Tim moved silently, your weapons at the ready.

“Two o’clock,” Tim murmured, gesturing toward a shadowy figure near the back of the room.

You nodded, signaling that you’d cover him. Tim moved ahead, his steps deliberate and soundless.

He closed the distance to the suspect with remarkable speed, subduing him before he had a chance to react.

But just as the suspect hit the ground, the room erupted in chaos.

Another figure appeared, shouting a warning that sent the rest of the criminals scrambling.

“Contact!” you shouted into your earpiece, diving behind a stack of crates as gunfire erupted.

Tim dropped beside you, his expression tight. “We’ve got to neutralize them before they make a run for it.”

“On it,” you said, your adrenaline surging.

The two of you moved as a unit, covering each other as you advanced through the warehouse.

You took down one suspect after another, your training and instincts kicking in with precision.

Tim’s presence beside you was a constant, his sharp commands and quick reflexes ensuring that you were always one step ahead of the danger.

As the chaos subsided, you found yourself face-to-face with the ringleader.

He stood in the center of the room, a smug grin on his face as he held a gun pointed in your direction.

“Drop it,” you ordered, your voice cold and commanding.

The man chuckled, shaking his head. “You don’t scare me.”

“You should be scared,” Tim said, stepping beside you. His tone was low and menacing, his weapon trained on the suspect.

For a moment, the air was thick with tension. Then, with a sudden burst of movement, the suspect lunged toward a nearby crate. But he didn’t get far.

In a flash, you and Tim fired simultaneously, your shots hitting their mark with precision.

The suspect crumpled to the ground, his weapon clattering harmlessly to the floor.

“Clear,” Tim said, his voice steady.

You nodded, lowering your weapon. The adrenaline began to ebb, leaving you with a sense of relief and satisfaction.

“Nice shot,” you said, glancing at Tim.

“Right back at you,” he replied, a small smile tugging at his lips.

As the rest of the team secured the scene and processed the suspects, you and Tim stepped outside to catch your breath.

The cool night air was a welcome contrast to the stifling heat of the warehouse.

“That was intense,” you said, leaning against a nearby railing.

Tim chuckled, shaking his head. “Just another day at the office.”

You rolled your eyes, but a smile crept onto your face. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re reckless,” he shot back, his tone teasing. “But I guess that’s why we make a good team.”

The banter felt easy and familiar, a reminder of the connection you shared.

As the night wore on, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the chance to work alongside Tim again, even if it meant navigating the complexities of your past and present.

But one thing was clear: together, you were a force to be reckoned with.

After the successful operation, the precinct was buzzing with activity. Arrests had been made, evidence was secured, and the team was riding the high of a job well done.

You and Tim lingered in the bullpen, going over the final report. The room had emptied out, leaving the two of you alone.

Repeating the same praises and compliments to each other.

“You were amazing out there,” Tim said, his voice low.

“You weren’t so bad yourself,” you replied, smirking.

He chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “So, what now? Back to the FBI?”

“For now,” you said. “But I’m sure our paths will cross again.”

“I’m counting on it,” he said, his gaze steady.

There was a beat of silence before he added, “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever worked with anyone like you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Is that a compliment?”

“Definitely,” he said, his tone warm.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a moment before he reached out, his hand brushing against yours.

It was a small gesture, but it carried a weight of unspoken feelings.

“Y/N,” he said softly,

“I know we’ve been dancing around this, but... I’ve missed having you in my life. Not just as a partner. As you.”

Your breath caught, his words sinking in. “Tim, I—”

Before you could finish, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was equal parts tender and passionate.

It was a moment of clarity, the past and present colliding in a way that felt inevitable.

When he pulled back, his eyes searched yours. “Tell me this isn’t just me.”

“It’s not,” you whispered, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions. “It never has been.”

While the road ahead wasn’t without its challenges, one thing was clear: together, you were unstoppable.

The next day, you found yourself back at the LAPD station, but there was an odd tension in the air.

You had already wrapped up your part of the case, and you were supposed to head back to the FBI, but something kept pulling you back to this familiar place, and to Tim.

As you entered the station, you couldn’t help but notice the curious glances from his coworkers.

You tried to brush it off, but the whispers had already begun. You knew exactly why. The mission was over, so why were you still here?

Nolan, Angela, and Lucy were at their desks, exchanging amused looks as they watched you walk by.

Their curiosity was palpable, but they hadn’t dared to say anything, yet.

Tim sat at his desk in the busy LAPD station, sorting through a pile of paperwork.

The usual hum of phones ringing, conversations about cases, and the sound of boots echoing in the hallway filled the air.

But none of it seemed to matter. Not when his mind kept drifting back to her.

Y/N.

You had been on his mind ever since their time together last night. The way your smile made his heart skip a beat, the way your laughter felt like a melody to him, everything about you seemed to ground him, even when the world was chaos.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the soft sound of footsteps approaching his desk.

He looked up, and there she was: Y/N. His chest tightened at the sight of her, and a smile spread across his face almost instantly.

You were standing in front of him, hands in the pockets of her jacket, looking at him with a soft but knowing smile.

You didn’t say anything at first, just took in the sight of him with those warm, familiar eyes.

"Hey," Tim said, his voice low and filled with affection, as if the word itself held a thousand meanings.

He stood up, his gaze softening when their eyes met.

Your smile grew, your heart fluttering at the sight of him. You were always struck by how effortlessly he seemed to make everything feel right, even on the busiest of days.

"Hey, yourself," you replied, your voice sweet, with a hint of playfulness.

Tim’s hand reached out instinctively, his fingers brushing against yours.

The simple touch sent a spark through both of us. It was as if the world faded away, leaving just the two of us standing in this quiet, intimate moment.

"You’re here early," Tim commented, his thumb tracing small circles on the back of your hand as you stood there together.

"I wanted to see you," you admitted, your voice a little softer than usual, a hint of shyness lacing your words. "I missed you."

His heart thudded in his chest, and without thinking, he pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you.

You melted into him almost immediately, your head resting on his chest.

Tim closed his eyes, the familiar scent of your perfume making him feel like everything was in place.

"I missed you too," he murmured against your hair. The words were simple, but they held so much weight.

He felt the warmth of you in his arms, and it made the stresses of the day feel like nothing.

You tilted your head back slightly to look up at him. His face was inches from yours, and you could feel his breath against your skin.

You loved how close you both were. There was something about being in his arms that made everything seem okay, no matter what was happening around us.

Tim’s hand cupped your cheek gently, his thumb brushing over your skin. "You okay?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern.

"I am now," you replied with a small smile, your hand resting over his where it gently held your face. "Just needed to see you."

Your heart raced at the way he looked at you, so open, so trusting. He leaned down, his lips grazing yours in a gentle, lingering kiss.

It was tender, soft, like the kiss had all the time in the world.

When you pulled away, Tim let out a quiet sigh, his forehead resting against yours.

"I don’t want to let go," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

"You don’t have to," you whispered back, your arms wrapping around his waist, holding him close.

Tim smiled, the corners of his lips curling up in a way that only you could make happen. "Good," he said, his voice low and full of affection.

He kissed you again, this time deeper, the kiss filled with a hunger that had been building ever since you'd parted ways the night before.

You both broke away a few moments later, your faces flushed, breaths heavy.

Tim pressed his forehead against yours again, as if trying to ground himself in the moment.

"You’re everything to me," he whispered, the words sincere and full of emotion.

It was rare saying the Tim Bradford like this, all soft. But it was the best thing you've witnessed and you wouldn't change it for anything.

You closed your eyes, your hands gently brushing through his hair.

"And you’re everything to me," you said, your voice soft but filled with so much love.

The moment stretched on, neither of you wanting to move away, to break the peace that had settled between you.

You were lost in your own world, the chaos of the station and the responsibilities of your lives fading into the background.

It was just the two of you, connected, in your own little bubble.

Finally, Tim pulled back slightly, still holding you close. He smiled at you with a softness in his eyes that only you had the power to draw out.

"I’m glad you’re here," he said, his voice a little rough from the intensity of your shared moment.

"I’m glad too," you replied, your fingers tracing small patterns across his chest. "I’m not going anywhere this time."

Tim’s heart swelled with warmth at your words. He leaned down to press a final kiss to your lips, slow and tender.

It wasn’t about passion this time, it was about the connection you had, the unspoken understanding between you.

As you broke the kiss, you smiled up at him. "I guess I should probably let you get back to work," you said, a playful glint in your eyes.

Tim chuckled, but there was a hint of reluctance in his voice. "Yeah," he agreed, his thumb brushing over your cheek one more time. "But I don’t want to let go of you."

"Then don’t," you said softly, your voice filled with a quiet promise.

"Do you think the others suspected anything?"

"Oh definitely."

Meanwhile, the others were spying on both of you, their curiosity getting the best of them.

His coworkers froze, watching in disbelief through the glass window as Tim, usually stoic and reserved, wrapped his arms around you and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Oh, my God,” Lucy muttered under her breath, eyes wide. “Is that...?”

“I think that’s Y/N,” Nolan said, his voice trailing off as he tried to make sense of the situation.

“Bradford,” Lucy called out from far, unable to keep her curiosity in check. Storming into his office with the others close behind.

“Since when do you get all... affectionate?”

Tim glanced at them, his usual tough exterior slipping for a brief moment. He didn’t say anything at first, just held you there, savoring the moment.

You, however, were more than willing to answer their questions.

“You all have a lot of questions, don’t you?” you asked with a playful smile, glancing at Tim before meeting the others’ eyes.

Angela raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. “We’ve never seen you like this, Tim. And you’ve been so secretive about everything. Who’s this?”

You looked up at Tim, the quiet understanding between you two enough to convey everything they needed to know.

“She’s my girlfriend, so I can do whatever I want.” Tim finally said, his voice firm, as if to silence any further questioning.

He didn’t give them much to go on but the simple truth.

The room went silent.

“Your girlfriend?” Jackson asked, his voice filled with disbelief. “Since when?”

Tim shrugged. “Not too long ago." Tim didn't want them to directly know that the two of you had just gotten back together.

“Not too long ago?” Lucy said, her jaw dropping. “And none of us knew? How... how is that even possible?”

Tim simply glanced at you with a soft smile, giving you the space to add something if you wanted.

You cleared your throat, still not entirely used to the attention.

“We’re private,” you said, your voice gentle but steady. “I’m not here for attention. Just... helping out with the case.”

Angela, ever the inquisitive one, tilted her head. “But you’re an FBI agent, right? What’s the deal with you two?”

You shared a glance with Tim before speaking, your tone calm and honest.

“We’ve known each other for a while. Tim and I have a history... and we’ve kept things private for a reason.”

Tim stepped in then, his expression soft but serious. “This is a personal matter. We’re not ready to share all the details. But Y/N means a lot to me, and that’s all that matters.”

The others nodded, though they still seemed a little stunned by the revelation.

After a brief pause, Jackson chuckled. “I guess that explains the... intimate moment earlier.”

Tim shot him a look, and you laughed, nudging Tim’s side playfully.

“Don’t worry,” you said, “We’ll make sure to keep it professional here. But the personal stuff? That’s ours.”

The others shared a mix of understanding and disbelief, their questions lingering in the air.

But before anyone could press further, you gave Tim a final, sweet smile.

“I should get going,” you said, your hand resting lightly on his chest. “I have work to do. But we’ll talk more later.”

As you turned to leave, Lucy caught your arm, her tone softer now, almost teasing.

“Hey, you’re always welcome to come by. It’s nice seeing Tim... happy. Maybe next time we’ll get to know you better, huh?”

You grinned, nodding. “Next time.”

With that, you left the station, feeling the eyes of Tim’s coworkers on you, but not in a bad way, just a little curious.

Back at your car, you smiled to yourself, the warmth from Tim’s touch still lingering on your skin.

You couldn’t deny it, everything was changing. But you knew you had Tim by your side, and that made it all feel right.

That evening, Tim greeted you at the door with a soft smile and a tight embrace.

You both had a quiet dinner together, sitting at the small kitchen table as you talked about your day.

“Thanks for letting me steal you away today,” Tim said, his fingers brushing yours as he handed you a glass of wine.

“Anytime,” you replied, your voice soft. “I love being around you, Tim. It feels like... everything falls into place when I’m with you. Just like old times.”

Tim leaned in, brushing his lips against your forehead. “Me too, Y/N. I couldn’t imagine my life without you now.”

The conversation flowed easily, and the quiet moments between you both were more than enough to make everything feel complete.

As you both relaxed into the evening, you knew this was just the beginning of something bigger, something that felt right.

And in the silence of your shared space, surrounded by love and the soft rhythm of each other’s breathing, you knew you’d navigate whatever came next together.

The end

[starlightshadowsworld]

Pictures in My Head from The Muppets but it’s Atsushi after the airport.

It was supposed to be just in and out. Grab the pen from Junichiro’s desk and then go. It was much too dangerous to be here. But Atsushi couldn’t help but pause at his desk.

“Remember when the floor caved in during that last raid?” He asked despite knowing he’d get no response.

Atsushi remembered that day well. He had grabbed Junichiro and pulled him to safety up on the rafters.

Much like now except back then it was enough. Neither boy was particularly scared just baffled before laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of it all.

Though Kunikida cut that amusement short.

Speaking of… “who would’ve thought your lectures would’ve been so hard to live without?” Said Atsushi walking to where Kunikida’s desk had been thrown aside.

The police had raided the place after arresting Fukuzawa. It looked so wrong to see Kunikida’s desk in such disarray. His notebook clutched carefully in Atsushi’s hands.

What he would give to hear him yell about the state of the place and demand they’d all clean up.

“If we could do it all again…just another chance to fight back. Would anybody watch or even care? Or did something break we can’t repair?”

Was this what the Agency was always destined to become? Atsushi asked the empty office of the Agency before shaking his head and walking to the next desk.

“Your smile and speeches always gave me hope.” He said to Kenji’s desk with what he hoped look like a smile. Kenji’s positivity, his kindness and joy that shone from every part of him.

He truly was the Agencies strongest.

“They may have been un-bear-able but I still loved your jokes.” Confessed Atsushi to Dazai’s desk that laid before him. It was one of the only ones still standing. Right beside Kunikida’s in all the wreckage.

It felt right in a way.

“Is there more I could’ve said? Now they’re only pictures in my head.” He had known Fukuchi’s plan and he had arrived too late. He had known Kunikida called for help and he arrived too late.

He could’ve saved them.

He could’ve saved them all.

Atsushi turned to leave when “I didn’t do it I’ve been framed!” He turned around to see spectre of Dazai behind him. Sitting on his desk with his usual smile, hands thrown in mock surrender.

He looked straight through him, eyes shining with mischief “ah ha right, Atsushi?”

Dazai.

And it wasn’t just him.

“Well?! What are you all standing around here? We’ve got work to do!”

Kunikida.

“Don’t forget this game has had two players the whole time.”

Junichiro.

“I’m not sure what the right answer is but if we’re all going. Then I’ll be right there with you.”

Kenji.

“Fine I’ll use my ultra deduction but only if you’ve got something for me in return.”

Ranpo.

“He’s trying to say he’s proud of you but since he can’t say it I’ll do it instead.”

Yosano.

“You don’t need to do anything. You’re good enough as you are.”

Kyouka.

“There’s no greater importance then helping those who can’t help themselves.”

The President.

Everyone at their desks looking at him speaking together.

“Could we do it all again?”

“Fight them back like we did then?”

“Back at the Agency where we belong.”

“We could stand together for one more”

It was a lovely dream but Atsushi knew he was alone. He turned away as the images vanished back to the empty room.

“But I’m standing here instead. Now they’re only pictures in my head. “