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xxj-t · 3 months ago

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Everything About You

Suguru Geto x Black Fem Reader

Characters: Suguru Geto

Summary: Lately you have been struggling with your natural hair and Suguru sees it. He wants to encourage you and love on you to make you feel better. One day, he takes it upon himself to learn more about your hair and surprise you.

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Here is some Suguru fluff! I have natural curly hair (For about 10 years now) and it can be such a pain, but I love it. The journey is wild! So, what I wrote is what I be feeling, and I wanted to put it in writing. I can definitely see Suguru being your supportive, significant other comforting you. A while back, my friend @hayakawalove and I were discussing how Suguru would be a stylist or him wanting to help reader do their hair and I said, "Yeah, I gotta write this." It was such a fun conversation. Shoutout to her! Go check out their works, especially if you love Gojo and Suguru! 🤭

Enjoy!:)

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“Ugh, stupid hair. Why can’t you do what I want you to do?” You toss the paddle brush onto the counter in front of you out of mere frustration. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you shake your head not knowing to either scold your hair or yourself.

You have been at it for about twenty minutes trying your best to style your hair, but it just wasn’t working out. Your arms were getting tired, and you were feeling hot since you have been working up a storm. Sometimes you wish that you could just cut it all off and not deal with this anymore, but you know that you could never do that, your future self would never forgive you. You’ve come so far in growing out your hair. Obviously, it wasn’t an easy journey, but still, it would be nice if it could take care of itself.

With a scoff you shake your head.

“Fine, bun it is!”

As you start to apply gel in your hair to start the process, the bathroom door opens and you see Suguru coming in from your right. You stop when you see him in nothing but his shorts, wow, suddenly you feel a tad bit better. His long jet black hair sways over his shoulders, a bit messy. He must’ve woken up from the nap you both just had.

You just happened to wake up first.

He sees your frustrated face.

“Hey, baby. Are you okay?” Suguru walks further in the bathroom, now standing behind you. He wraps his toned arms around your waist and bends down to place his chin on your shoulder. His eyes gleam in the light as he gazes at your reflection. You feel yourself start to calm down some more, his presence is always so calming. Not only that, but he definitely looks too good right now.

A small smile spreads on your lips.

“Uh, no. I’m not,” you pause, crossing your arms, “but I’m better now that you are here.”

Suguru sees your pout, he always finds it cute. Doesn’t matter what situation it was, it was always adorable.

“You’re frustrated with your hair again, I see.” He presses his soft lips on your cheek.

“Yes, I am. I am this close to just shaving it off! It pisses me off so much.”

“Mmm...” He stands up straight and starts to slide his hands up and down on your sides as you finish up tying your hair.

It’s so easy to get in your head about all of this. Your thoughts go from loving your hair to being fed up with it. You feel yourself envying other women with “better” curl patterns. Sometimes you feel like their natural hair is even prettier than yours. Of course, everyone’s hair is different and you shouldn’t compare your hair like that.

Not only do you think about that, but also it’s such a struggle to find the right products, trying new techniques, and trying your best to be grateful for what you have...but it can be overwhelming.

Suguru has seen all the ups and downs, sometimes he has even seen you cry out of anger or out of frustration. He always made an effort to make you feel better.

Once you are done, Suguru gives you room to start cleaning up the counter that was covered in your hair products.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” Suguru's eyebrows furrow.

You stop yourself in your tracks and turn around to look at him.

“Can you help me grow another pair of arms?” You ask.

Suguru ponders for a few moments, not knowing what to say to that. You chuckle and grab his hands.

“Just kidding, no. I’ll be fine.” Your smile drops as you look away disappointedly. He feels you squeeze his hands, before you continue to make your way around the bathroom.

Suguru ponders for a moment, trying to think of how to cheer you up. He always wondered what he could do for you, he would give you the world if you asked him to.Then an idea comes to mind.

“Wait. Stop.” He makes his way towards you and lays his hands on your shoulders, his touch warming you. He spins you around.

“How about we eat your favorite takeout and watch a movie, hm?” Suguru kisses your forehead.

The sound of that immediately cheers you up at his suggestion.

“Ugh, yes. That sounds wonderful actually.” You wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, kissing his cheek.

“Perfect. I’ll order it, then.” Suguru wraps his arms around you and gives you a squeeze. “Now, go relax in the living room, I’ll finish up here. When I’m done, I’ll pour you some wine, okay?”

“Ahh, wine. Okay, I will. Thank you, baby.” You lean in to kiss his lips and he holds you by the waist, pulling you in. Suguru pulls back and gives you a genuine smile.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

Suguru finds himself sitting on the couch, scrolling on his phone while you are out and about with some friends. As of late, Suguru has been doing a lot of thinking. He keeps reminiscing about what you said in the bathroom the other day...

“Can you help me grow another pair of arms?”

Suguru keeps repeating that question in his head. What if you did have an extra pair?

That sparks something in his brain.

He opens a browser on his phone and taps away in the search bar. His eyes light up when he sees links and images of your type of hair. He is amazed by the many styles he sees. Natural curls, braids, locs, all sorts of things. His eyes roam all over the screen as he clicks and clicks away.

It’s so interesting, he is fascinated by all of this. A link to a video catches his eye. It read, “Natural Hair Tutorial”.

He rolls his tongue on the inside of his cheek and clicks on the video, bringing him to YouTube.

The sounds of notifications from your phone wakes you from your sleep. Prying your eyes open, you stretch your arms above your head while stretching your legs out, feeling the release of tension from your muscles. Your muscles relax, as your mind clears up until you remember what day it is.

Wash day. Time to tame the beast.

As you groan at the reminder, you take a few moments to yourself to wake up. Eventually you reach over to grab your phone from the charger that was on your nightstand.

10:13am.

Not bad, at least it’s your day off anyway. Hence why you planned this in advance.

You beam seeing good morning texts from Suguru which makes your heart melt. It looks like he went to get a few things done this morning and should be back soon. You text him back and sit up from your bed and stare at your bathroom that’s across the room.

“I guess I should get a head start,” you mumble to yourself.

Then you feel your stomach growl. Right. Food. You’re going to need energy for the next handful of hours.

“Perhaps a quick meal will suffice,” you sigh.

Suguru comes back to the apartment with his hands full of bags, humming to himself. He sets the bags on the counter and takes a deep breath. Taking in his surroundings, he notes that you are nowhere in sight, until he hears music coming from the bathroom. He had an idea what you are up to.

Suguru takes his hair tie off his right wrist and ties it up in a bun, letting some strands hang next to his ears before he starts to unload the bags. Luckily, it’s only a few things to pack away. After he is done, he walks towards the bedroom, hearing the music boom louder and louder as he draws near the bathroom. He knocks on the door and waits for your reply.

You are jamming out to your music as you finish the last part of the section you are working. You hear a faint knock and lower the volume on your phone. Drying off your hands on the towel near you, you open the door seeing Suguru standing there, looking as handsome as ever. He wears black sweats and a dark green sleeveless shirt.

He stands there holding up your favorite drink from the local coffee shop down the road and a bag with their logo on it, already smelling your favorite sandwich that makes your mouth water.

“Aww, baby. Thank you so much.” You step forward giving him a kiss on the lips. He hands over your drink and sandwich smiling at you as he looks you over.

You’re wearing your favorite robe with comfy slippers; it’s always nice to be as comfortable as possible during days like this one. Hair products are spread out on the counter with a mixture of combs, brushes, clips...all the things. The air smells sweet, like coconut.

“Working hard I see,” he says as he admires your work. Noting the two sections you have already finished, twisted and clipped out of the way.

“Yeah, I already want to take a break, but I need to keep going. I’ll be done eventually.” You take a sip of your drink and lean on the counter. You hum at the taste as soon as it hits your tastebuds. It’s nice to take a small breather before you continue your work.

Suguru nods and thinks back on the videos he has been watching for the past two days. He takes a few moments before speaking.

“I want to help,” he says.

Did you hear him right?

You look at him in surprise.

“You want to help me? That’s so sweet of you, hun. I can explain and guide you on what to do.” Excitedly, you set your drink down and take the next section of your hair and take it down.

He sees the excited look on your face. That smile of yours always makes his day better, especially when he’s the one to make you do that.

“So, from what I learned is that you take your comb and start at the ends and work your way up. It’s important to treat it delicately, especially if there is a matted part as well. It’s also important to split your hair in sections as well to make it easier and to detangle thoroughly. Like a part within parts. That’s why it is always best to detangle while your hair is still wet with conditioner in it, correct?”

He reaches to touch your hair, examining your curls, tracing the patterns with his fingers as he adds a few more details.

His eyes blink over to the shocked expression on your face in the reflection.. You have told him about how you do your hair, but never that detailed. Just the basics. How the heck did he know this?

“Are you okay there, sweetie?” He chuckles.

“How...when did you–”

“I have been doing some research the past few days. I see how much you struggle with your hair, and it pains me to see you frustrated with it. I wanted to do this because I care and I want to see you happy. Your hair is one of my favorite parts about you.” He leans closer to you and reaches for your chin. He turns your face around so you are staring him directly in the eyes.

“Everything about you, is what I love. From the inside out. You are the most precious thing in the world to me, and if I can make your life just a little bit easier, then I can leave this world knowing that I at least did something to contribute to your life. I know you can get stressed out at times.”

He pauses.

Your heart starts to swell, your emotions are taking over, eyes watering.

“Stressed about life...about work...about the way you look, but sweetheart,” he comes closer to your face.

“You are the most stunning, and amazing woman of strength that I know. Your beauty captivates me.” His other hand reaches for your curls and he wraps a strand around his finger.

“You see this? This gorgeous hair of yours is what makes you unique, it makes you, you. Give yourself grace, baby. You are doing a wonderful job. Okay?”

Tears sting your eyes as they stream down your face. Your lips are quivering at the words he spoke to you. It hits you right in your heart. One of the things you loved most about him was his encouraging heartfelt words. It was what you needed to hear. That reassurance, the love behind them...you couldn’t have asked for a better man.

“I...” you sniffle, “I don’t know what to say.”

He shakes his head. His thumb goes to wipe the tear from your eye.

“You don’t need to say anything.”

A smile spreads across your face as you lean your head against his warm hand. Your eyes meet his, you couldn’t help but melt in his touch.

“I love you,” he says.

“I love you too.”

Both of you draw closer to each other for a sweet genuine kiss. After you two separate, he pulls you into a hug and kisses the side of your head.

“Thank you. I needed to hear that. You always know what to say.” You pull back to look at him. “And thank you for doing that for me. Looking up on how to work with my hair. I am so glad you want to learn.”

“Of course sweetheart. I’d do anything for you.”

Drying your eyes, you inhale and release your breath before picking up your wide tooth comb.

“I’ll show you how I do it,” you smirk.

You show him how you start to detangle one part of your hair and tell him each step. He was amazed watching you. He has watched you before, but not like this. Usually, when you wash your hair, he isn’t home to see how it’s done, so he is grateful he gets this chance to observe you closely.

Once you show him a couple more times, he takes the initiative to try it out on his own. You watch him as he focuses on your hair in the reflection while you take this opportunity to eat your sandwich. It is quite nice to have your hair done by someone else.

His tongue pokes out a little as he attempts the process.

So cute. It’s pretty funny to see him furrow his brows at some points.

“I can see why you want to scream most of the time.”

You burst out laughing and take a sip of your drink.

“I know. Now you get it.”

“Still beautiful though.” He winks at you.

You feel your cheeks heat up at his compliment.

He literally is the best man ever.

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wellntruly · 2 years ago

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M*A*S*H - Season 4, misc. notes

Burying a lot of um, my feelings, in the notes section, lately. I do have this thing sometimes with a TV show where we go through a change, and it’s like taking away the way something was lands a hammer blow on a whole mass of unexpressed feelings I’d built up about it, and finally shatters them into SOME WORDS. That post that’s like, being wine drunk is like, I am ready to write back now. I am ready to write back now.

Episode write-ups here, this here:

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10 points to whoever had the idea that Hawkeye would be fully clothed and sopping wet, literally standing there like a cat in the rain, at the moment he learns Trapper is gone.

Oh so he just said, Radar—kiss him for me. Oh my god Hawk I’d be fraying at the seams. WHAT’S BETTER, that there was something more between them, hidden in plain sight under the most unhinged cover of all time, Everyone Already Expects Us To Act Like This, or that there wasn’t yet, that this will be it, a swift peck from Radar on your cheek and something you'll wonder forever. Whew I don’t know!

Wait, this man’s name is literally BJ Hunnicutt? Wow. 10 points again.

BJ, mildly, being shot at: “I think I hate this.” Me, mildly, heart warming: “You’re gonna be great.”

Uh oh. This relaysh is gonna be a different kind of….oh this is gonna fuck me up in new ways.

He’s in no way doing this on purpose, which I think is fascinating in itself actually, for what it seems to say about the environment of war and sort of like, what your heart might do to survive, but the barrage of impressions and sensations Hawkeye hits BJ with in his first few hours in Korea could practically not be better designed for BJ to go zero to 60 in an afternoon on feeling wildly intimate with him. To the point that when we revisit the scene of Frank being like I will mold him!, you’re just like oh honey, he is already lost to you!

Here is what BJ Hunnicutt encountered, in sequence, upon stepping foot onto Korea:

a kind of handsomely bedraggled lanky fellow doctor in frayed fatigues tossing off glib one-liners while still visibly smarting from having just had his best friend unceremoniously torn from his side

within ten minutes, he has bundled you into a bar and quipped he’ll only get married once someone gets him pregnant, drunk two scotch & waters, revealed he’s just lost his commander officer too, lied to a colonel, said he was a vampire, and stolen a jeep

you rattle off down the road with this little corporal behind the wheel

with no rehearsal or briefing, you perform an improv scene with him and the corporal in what you gather to be Act 2 of an ongoing short play called Befuddled the Military Police Sentry

you careen to a stop and try to save two farm girls from a minefield

you careen to a stop again, and change a tire together while being shot at

you careen to a stop a third time amid a small unit of soldiers, this time while being shelled

you practice battlefield medicine next to him for the first time in your life, get sick, and he steadies your waist and forehead as you heave into the dry grass

he bundles you off into a second bar, sits there like an unbothered anchor of blackened comic calm as a chaotic scuffle rolls around you, makes the existential toast, “Ours is not to question why, ours is not to let ‘em die,” and gets you absolutely clobbered on sake and beer

you fall back into the jeep together and he laughingly gathers you into his lap

you are In Love

this man has just been directly involved in 50 feelings you’ve never felt before, not all of them good!, but damn if they aren’t powerful

Ferret Face doesn’t stand a chance

They keep saying it’s 1952. Buddy, it was 1952 years ago.

How do they keep managing to find boyfriends taller than Alan Alda, 6 foot 2

Alright, a) of all I just said aloud to my computer “Give me…celeb heights dot com,” insane behavior, but can report that the wonderful obsessives of that online community cannot get over ragging him on his “loose” “slouchy” and “atrocious” posture, but do think Alda truly was 6’2” at his peak and just inexplicably surrounded by three different 6’3+’s over the run of M*A*S*H. Incredible. Meanwhile the corporals are all like, my dad’s size. What was going on over there.

Wait, REALLY?! His nickname is Radar because he has premonitions?? I thought it was just because of his crackerjack hearing with the choppers! WAIT SHIT I’m just realizing: HOW HE ALWAYS KNOW WHAT HIS COLONEL WANTS TO SAY. OH fuck oh fuck oh fuck I did not know this was all RELATED, oh thank you for this wow.

[Breathing out] Hooooo, Hawkeye & BJ’s relationship is so different… There’s both more need and more tentativeness there, from Hawk. Which fiiiiiguuures. And BJ, god BJ… So drawn to him and so careful. Recognizing something in the hanging air in their tent, this ghost whose bed he lies in, lying awake staring at the canvas ceiling and wondering if he did the same, if he listened to his sleeping breathing just like this. Haha dang, sorry sorry

No wait not done no wait no wait— Who has the old photos to show BJ. Pointing out Henry Blake in a group shot, and then going, "[Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy voice] Ah, here they are—the inseparables :),” and handing him one of Trapper & Hawkeye laughing in each other's arms.

Potter: “Whoa, at ease, son, at ease.” Radar: “Thank you sir, maybe later.” Hawkeye & BJ, tumbling in: “Colonel, about the sniping—” Potter: “We’re doing all we can, I’m working at my desk and Radar is scared.” Uhm I love him

Unclear chicken or the egg situation here but Larry Linville’s performance has become basically just a caricature of himself and I am suff-er-ing. Frank used to at least be kinda fun awful!

I simply cannot see a way how the directorial adage “never work with animals or children” is not related to how we just got two Alda directed episodes in a row, with: animals and children, respectively. Did he not know. Did they know he didn’t know. Or, is this him being like, I Will Prove…!

BEEJ. Beej?? Well let’s see if that sticks.

Father Mulcahy just having a genuine theology discussion about Judas with the man calling himself Jesus Christ, bless

One thing I think is intriguing is how much Sid clearly loves Hawkeye. His ideal patient. Hawkeye is so verbal and presentational that he’d come up with the most interesting ways to describe what’s wrong that Sid’s ever heard, and then he’ll get to try to help. Honestly, I look at Sidney Freedman and I think, there’s our off-ramp. Someday, you two are gonna have to have a talk.

“Ah, this mad gay nightlife.” Yeah..

Wait a second. BJ’s wife’s name is….Peg? sensible_chuckle.gif, 20 points

BJ just grinning at Radar in only the most slightly and cutely wolfish way and going “You could have been my wife :),” yell. Y’know the question was always there whether BJ was flirting with men just as a way to bond with Hawkeye, Flirts With Men, but he’s not even there to appreciate this, this is really just you being you, huh. Wonderful. We got another one.

(God okay—Hawkeye writing these weird letters to Trapper that he never responds to but he keeps sending them, just like a one-sided conversation, like after a triple shift in surgery and Trapper would be lying on his bed too exhausted to speak and Hawkeye lying next to him too exhausted to stop, and Trapper’s home with his wife & kids and reading these diaristic stream-of-conscious scrawls with these stray lines like “the thing about BJ—I think he’s one of us,” and feeling five kinds of strange & nervy, bouncing his leg with the worn postcard in the pocket that he wrote on the plane and hasn’t sent that just says, “Did Radar deliver my message”)

BJ’s dog is named Waggle Hunnicutt

Madly in love with the reveal that Klinger is canonically Lebanese. Yossarian energy doubling.

“Thank you Radar, that tomato juice was the oyster’s ice skates.” Excuse me Sherman

The sexual harassment…effervescent.

Oh now we’re speaking Arabic!!

Potter: “He even made Klinger cry.” BJ: “The cad.” Potter: “Told him his platform shoes made him look like a tramp.” Everyone: [clicks disapprovingly]

Oho! Timeline klaxon! By episode 18 of season 4, Potter has been there “a few months.” Hawkeye has meanwhile been there “a hundred years.” Very good meta joke here.

Frank just called BJ a “dizzy simp.” Wow that kinda crushes actually.

I know why someone just honks outside, but I’ll show up on set for free to let you know that Hawkeye stumbles out of that farmhouse to see yes, Radar behind the wheel of a jeep, and gathering his bag out of the backseat: BJ. And then it just goes:

Hawkeye: “Well aren’t you a sight for sore head.” BJ, moving toward his jaw gently: “Ah. You got yourself knocked up pretty good, huh.” Hawkeye, toss at 25% usual strength: “And I’m pregnant??” BJ, half-distractedly murmuring as he starts peering at his eyes: “Well, give us time.” Hawkeye: [startled pleased dazey grin, quieting as BJ begins to carefully feel his fingers through his hair] BJ: [saves that right temple for last] Hawkeye: [it hurts] But, BJ, smiling: “Good news: you aren’t half-cracked.” Hawkeye: “Try telling that to them.”

And then we fini.

“Maybe Oedipus wrecked it for me” is A PUN SO GOOD

I can't even get into all the ‘Amok Time’ level cause & effect shenanigans in this episode

Alda and Farrell as these desperate pleading weaklings in Frank’s version of the Rashomom are killing me. I'm still giggling. “We can’t do it, Frank!”

BABYFACE. Wow I sure would like to see if that one sticks, Beej. Hah oh my god if I get to call them Beej & Babyface I’m gonna lose my mind.

I gotta say, I gotta say: spending more money on action and extras to track someone getting injured, treated at an aid station, loaded onto a chopper, and then brought into the MASH unit, was worth it. That hits.

Somehow just occurred to me Radar seeming so much younger and softer could be a direct result of his father figure being killed.

Wow this is a whole new key for you, Benjamin Franklin Pierce!

This new nurse: “What does BJ stand for?” Hawkeye: “Praaactically anything.” What’s fun is this is a joke about blow jobs and also his convictions. And also I STILL DON’T KNOW IF THIS IS BENJAMIN AND BENJAMIN.

I love her vocal fry. It’s so hot, I don't know!

Actually swear I had the thought recently, what if they ever did a sort of Demme close up? Would I die? Thanks for seeing me, M*A*S*H

Season Viewguides

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#M*A*S*H #M*A*S*H hours #Tarra takes notes #Misc. MASH

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mortallyclearwonderland · 2 years ago

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Top 10 tropes/cliches/trends that I'm sick and tired of!

In no particular order.

1. Get down!

Someone screams ''Get down!'' or ''Look out!'' but not everybody gets down. Most of the time it's fine. The characters don't have enough time to react and get hit with an attack or whatnot. What I am actually mad about is when characters have quite a lot of time to get out of the way and they're not distracted by anything yet just choose to just stand there and do nothing.

That also applies to whoever is screaming for them to watch out. You see your friend is in danger, you have an ability that can be useful, do something!

But the most infuriating iteration of that cliche is when they say a character's name before whatever they are screaming and it somehow makes anybody else unable to hear what they're talking about.

''Bob, the train is coming!''

‘’My name is Eric, not Bob. I guess I'll just stand on the track and not even acknowledge what I've heard.’’

Extra salt to the wound when the character can totally see what is coming or at least they should but the animators couldn't be bothered to keep track of who and what is where in relation to each other.

2. Meta

I fucking LOATHE this new trend where they make self referential humor to mock the earnestness of the old stories.

Can’t they just let us get immersed in the universe without having those “We know it’s cliché *wink wink*” Especially when they do nothing to deconstruct it, show it in a new light, have an interesting spin on it, nothing. They just point it out like in CinemaSins! And it's especially annoying when they're ''breaking the stereotypes'' which have been broken years ago.

‘’She's not like other girls/princesses! She fights, speaks her mind, and doesn't want to get married to someone she doesn't love at all.’‘

Wow, you broke new ground. It's not like princesses in the 90s were already independent, princes Leia was a badass in the 70s, and even the older princesses, Snow White, Cinderella, and Sleeping Beauty, get way too much hate. Go subvert the cliche which hasn't been used in years and replace it with this other cliche. There are adults and children today who haven't seen a legitimate, 100% helpless, damsel in distress. Seriously, at this point, I would've been more shocked if there was an actual romance in a Disney princess movie.

And they act so smug about it too. Do you want to talk about unwanted marriage? How about you talk about child brides right now? Because that would be actually controversial in those countries!

Just make a movie about a badass princess, nobody cares!

3. Squidward like character

Do you remember how in the bad episodes of Spongebob, Squidward would be just minding his own business, not harming anyone and then Patrick and Spongebob would just barge in and mess everything up. Squidward would straight up say that he wants them to leave but those two numskulls couldn't take a hint. The episode just ends with no consequence whatsoever for the people who made an innocent person's day a living nightmare.

This used to be everywhere! Seemingly every cartoon channel would at least have one cartoon like that if not more.

I guess the idea is that the children are supposed to relate to the annoying obnoxious little brats energetic and innocent little angels who just want to have fun with their parent/older sibling friend but he's being boring and doesn't know how to have fun.

How did the meme go? The older you get the more you relate to Squidward.

4. Why are you surprised by this?

Don't you just hate when a character doesn't know something that should've been common knowledge?

Ash not knowing pokemon can only say their own name, not knowing what contests are or whatever the gimmick for the season/game is.

People not knowing what mutants are or where to go when they find out they're a mutant.

I know shows and movies need to explain their lore and world building but can't you find a better way than creating that one moron character who asks all the basic questions and gets lectured and info dumped on. At least make them like Tarzan, raised in the jungle not knowing anything else about the world.

5. Super-let-down

When you have a team of superheroes one, if not the most, important and interesting part is their relationship and dynamic. Who's the parent of the team, who's the heart, who's the jokester? How do their superpowers mix, who needs to be careful to not hurt who, what combo moves they can pull off, how they cover each other weaknesses?

Wouldn't it be cool to see super villains do something like that? Guess what? They just argue all the time and when they fight they just get in each other's way. It's especially frustrating when they stop attacking the hero to fight each other. Even more so when the hero is egging them on by saying something along the lines ''Shouldn't you be the leader?'', ''Who's going to be the one to finish me off?'' or ''Are you going to let them treat you like that?'' It makes the villains look like complete idiots with the mentality of a kindergartner.

What a waste of a potentially great team!

Sinister six from the Spectacular Spider-Man is the closest to the satisfying villain team. Wish they had more screen time! They had great chemistry and their banter went above throwing insults at each other.

6. Too many supers in New York City

Since the MCU became big average people started to wonder, if all those superheroes exist in the same universe, then where were they when -insert huge event from a solo hero movie here- was going on.

At least DC has an excuse that pretty much every superhero has their own city to take care of.

It's especially outrages when you have the avengers, fantastic four, spider-man, and probably many others I can't remember right now leaving in the same city. What's also funny is when they meet and act as if they never heard of each other.

7. Stop with all the food!

Recently a lot of Disney movies and shows will have excessively long scenes of food making and I don't know why.

I know that movies that want to showcase some culture focus on the food too because it's part of the culture but come on. I don't want a tutorial on how to cook, put it on a DVD. Animators just want to flex how great they are at animating food, just like anime.

I know it's a weird thing to get hung up on but in a movie, every minute counts and the movie just wasted 1-5 minutes on food porn. Just put the food in the background, make it last a couple of seconds, or be part of the story.

8. Characters look never changes

I know characters always having the same clothes saves time and budget. Animators even make jokes/try to justify it by showing multiple versions of the same outfit.

It gets confusing when supposedly years have passed yet everybody looks the same. That's why I appreciate HTTYD. They let their characters grow up.

9.Did you switch bodies or voices?

I know that you want people to be able to tell who is in who’s body but vocal cords aka voice are part of the body and should stay in the body they belong to.

Change characters' posture, body language, way of speaking, etc.

But please don't change the eyes. It somehow makes even less sense and looks creepy.

10. Fight-cut-Scene

Do you ever see those fights when characters talk for a bit, throw a punch or kick, stop to talk some more, and again and again? Looking at you CW! Also, a massive amount of cutting to hide that the actors don't know how to fight and imitate speed. You know you can just show people being fast, right? Just because something or someone is out of the frame doesn't mean they stopped existing.

#Disney #animation #movie cliches #cartoon cliches

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slytherweasley · 4 years ago

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Busy (Hermione Granger x reader)

Warnings: smut and swearing

Summary- Hermione hasn’t stopped studying for her O.W.Ls which annoys Y/n when she gets ignored.

Fifth year is possibly the worst of all years, to make it worse Umbridge decided to ruin it by putting so many rules into place. Hermione has been so distracted with studying this year and now there is less than a month until the O.W.L.s.

“She’s added more rules, it’s ridiculous” Ron complains “It’s like she has spies everywhere” you add. “Dean was sitting beside this girl in the common room and the next day they both got detention just because they were sitting close to each other.” Hermione doesn’t say anything just focuses on her book.

“Well I’m getting tired, I’ll see you in the morning.” Ron says and Harry gets up after him “Goodnight boys” Hermione looks up from her book and then back down again. “You wanna go to bed Mione?” “No, you go” “I’ll wait here with you.”

After an hour Hermione hasn’t said a word to you just reads her book. Hermione starts to yawn “Lets go to bed.” You go up to your dorm, Parvati is already asleep. You change into your pyjamas and try to get into Hermione’s bed “Mione, could you please move your stuff so we can cuddle?” “Not tonight I’m busy.” “It’s 10:30 we should go to bed, we have school tomorrow” “I don’t want to sleep with you tonight” she snaps.

You walk back to your bed and get cuddled up in the sheets. Hermione is usually quite loving with you which hurts. “Y/n” she whispers putting a hand on your back “What?” “I’m sorry, I want to cuddle with you.” “Why are you so indecisive?” “I’m stressed. I want to do well in the O.W.L.s and I need your cuddles.”

You let her into your bed “You two stress me out, some days I think you will get married and others I’m not so sure” Parvati says. “I thought you were asleep” Hermione says “I was.” Hermione cuddles into you kissing your cheek “Can you be quiet?” You whisper into her ear “Not now Y/n. I’m tired” she whispers back “Hermione! It has been like a month” “I know but I’m still tired.” She falls asleep on your shoulder and you kiss her forehead.

You love Hermione to death but when she is in work mode you get annoyed. This is the worst it’s ever been because she thinks her whole life depends on her O.W.Ls.

The next morning you wake up soaked. In the night Hermione moved her leg inbetween your thighs putting pressure on your clit. You wanted so badly to grind on her thy but you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep quiet and Parvati is waking up any minute now. “Mione” you whisper waking her up “Morning sweetheart.” “Please help” you bring her hand to your pussy “Oh shit. We can’t be late, if it was any other time except now I would help you.” “You want me to walk around soaking wet and throbbing?” Hermione looks conflicted “I’m sorry, I promise you I’ll find a time to help you out.”

You decide not to wear underwear today, for two reasons. One so the throbbing might go away when the air hits it, and two so Hermione can easily help without complaining about the underwear being in the way.

Hermione holds your hand and you walk to breakfast together. You so badly wanted to put hermiones hand under your skirt so she could feel your bare cunt but you had a plan.

Hermione made you choose all the same subjects as her so you were lucky enough to be with her all day. At lunch is when you decided you couldn’t handle being horny. While Hermione revises some notes she has written you put your hand on her upper thigh and continue eating. She doesn’t question it until you swiftly move your hand into her underwear. She looks up from her notes and looks at you with wide eyes, you slip a finger into her core, she puts a hand on her mouth.

“Is that a girl thing or a girlfriend thing?” Harry asks “Huh?” Hermione looks at Harry “You two look like you’re having a conversation without saying anything.” “Oh, yeah it’s a girl thing but also a girlfriend thing” Hermione says putting a sandwich in her mouth. She moves closer to you putting her leg over yours to spread her legs. She buries her face in your neck. “This is so wrong” she whispers “Then why are you so needy for me?” “I can’t help it. I actually need to study.” She picks up the parchment and tries to read it occasionally slipping a moan.

“I’m going to cum” she whispers burying her head in your neck again. You take your fingers out of her and she slaps you “Woah” Ron says. “You bitch” she slaps your arm and you laugh. “It’s not nice is it?” “I told you later” “Now I am telling you later.”

Hermione gets focused on her studying and she eventually forgets about being horny. You however could not say the same. You walk into Transfiguration with Hermione “No, let’s sit at the back” “What, why?” “Trust me.”

You and Hermione sit in the back corner you couldn’t concentrate on the lesson when the throbbing got worse. “I can’t concentrate back here, why did you want to sit here?” You take Hermiones hand and put it under your skirt. “Where is your underwear?” “I didn’t put any on this morning. I can’t wait any longer.” she starts to rub your clit slowly still listening to Professor McGonagal talk. “Faster Mione” she rubs faster making you whine and beg for more in her ear. She pushes your legs apart as far as you can and rubs faster. Luckily Professor McGonagal couldn’t see what Hermione was doing.

“Oh please Mione” you moan in her ear groping one of her tits. “No, she will see” you let go and Hermione slipped in a couple fingers. “You’re soaked” she whispers “For you Mione.” You feel yourself about to cum you bite Hermione’s shoulder hoping it will stop you from moaning. “Oh Merlin” Hermione puts her fingers in her mouth. “That was so much fun” Hermione whispers “You’re so naughty” “I like being naughty for you, Y/n.”

Hermione couldn’t stop smiling at you up until the end of the day. “Let’s go up to our dorm” you go to your dorm and lay down while Hermione studies and Parvati gathers some books to return to the library. “Where are you going?” Hermione asks Parvati “I’m going to the library to do some studying, wanna come with me?” “I prefer studying in here but maybe after dinner.” “I’ll see you at dinner then” Parvati shuts the door.

“Muffliato” Hermione says and gets up from her bed “What are you doing?” You ask “What do you think?” Hermione gets on your bed and starts to strip. You watch her as she unbuttons her shirt revealing her bra “Keep going, I want to see you strip naked.” She unzips her skirt and lets it fall to the ground. “Shit look at you” you moan and reaches behind her back and unclips her bra, her boobs are so beautiful and perky.

Last to come off is her underwear, she stands in front of you completely naked. “Your turn” she says “You want me to strip too?” “Not exactly.” Hermione straddles you and unbuttons your shirt, her eyes widen “You’re not wearing a bra” “I wanted to be ready.” She takes off your skirt. “Lay down, it’s your turn.”

You spread her legs apart “I’m sensitive” she says “That’s good I’ll make you cum hard.” You kiss her inner thy’s making her squirm until you kiss her clit “Please I need more.” You suck on her clit fingering her with a finger. “Ahh fuck Y/n” she yells, it always turns you on when Hermione swears. She rarely ever swears outside of the bedroom but she’s so vocal when we have sex that it just comes out. “Y/n I’m about to cum” you feel her walls tighten and throb around your fingers.

“I want to suck on your nipples” Hermione says “You do?” “Yes, it always feels amazing when you do it to me, I want to try it.” Little does Hermione know how sensitive your nipples are. They get hard when Hermione accidentally touches or brushes past you. You bite your lip when she takes it into her mouth. “Hermione please” she pinches your other nipple and you start to grind on her thigh. She bites the nipple in her mouth before letting go “Youre so needy, what do you need?” “Your thigh” Hermione sits on the edge of the bed letting you straddle her thigh and start rubbing yourself on her thigh.

“Wow you’re wet” she kisses your neck “Feels amazing Mione” her leg is so smooth and easy to grind on. “Can I grind on your pussy?” You ask Hermione “Yes love.” You position yourself between her legs. Just the connection of our cunts made us wet. “Move or I’m going to cum” Hermione says and you start to grind. “Oh shit, oh fuck. You’re so good at this” Hermione yells and starts moaning.

“Good girl, you’re doing so well Mione. Making me so wet” “I’m s-so close!” Hermione holds onto your tits and you feel her finish under you bucking and grinding her hips into you. “Keep doing that I am going to cum.” You cum and cuddle with Hermione “Did I make it up to you?” Hermione asks “Yes mione, you certainly did.” “You seemed to enjoy yourself” “So did you Mione, you make me so horny when you swear and moan like that.

“Hmm maybe we could go for round two and I’ll be fucking you this time” she rubs your clit while whispering in your ear “Fuck I’m already throbbing” “Good girl.”

#hermione granger smut #hermione x reader #hermione imagine #hermione granger imagine #hermione granger x reader #wlw smut #hermione granger x fem!reader

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oopsimbug · 3 years ago

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in which... y/n is just trying to put on eyeliner and harry is bored pt. two

a/n: when she’s back from a six month hiatus after making only ONE fic. wow, do i suck. for anyone who cares, school has been pretty rough. i’m actually procrastinating studying for an exam to finally upload this. it’s been pretty hard to balance both school and writing but oh well. anywho, here it finally is. it took so long to write because i wasn’t feeling very inspired by this. a lot of people asked for a part two and even though i kinda wanted to leave it on a sad note, i am a sucker for giving the people what they want, so sorry if this is a bit shit- i definitely don’t like this one myself. i guess i’m not one for fluffy endings. well, at least for this one i wasn’t. i really hope you enjoy it! more stuff to come, if school doesn’t mind fucking off for a little while (or maybe just forever?) xox -(a) bug

pairing: best friend! harry styles x reader

summary: Harry is worried about Y/n. Y/n is worried about Harry. Harry is solving it by thinking of ways to check on her, while Y/n uses cheesy pasta and the Fresh Prince of Bel Air as an excuse to not think. But what will happen when someone is at her door, and it’s not her delivery man?

warnings: angst, swearing, y/n and harry being idiotos, fluffy end, kissing

word count: 5.3k

It had been a week.

One gruelling, painfully long week.

Harry was biting his nails, staring up at the ceiling as he laid in his bed, worrying about her.

About how he fucked up.

He didn’t think that she would be upset for this long. He thought she would scream at him and then text him the following day, wanting to hang out- a silent “I forgive you”, he supposed.

But after two days of radio silence on her end, he decided to call her. The only problem was that her last words to him were “leave”. She wanted space. She needed to think things through- what things? Harry had no clue. But he had to respect her and her choice to not want him around. So with that, he put down the phone.

But a small part of him (okay fine, a big part of him), wanted her to just show up at his house so they could cuddle again, talking about the stupidest of things while they made cupcakes in his kitchen. They would be listening to groovy music and now and then, they’d stop mixing bowls and sifting flour to dance- well, they were horrible dancers, so more so just wave their hands, hips and shoulders around. It would be fun and would always end up with them laughing at one another. He would lick the batter and she would berate him, telling him that “one of these days, you are going to get salmonella and I’ll just laugh at your stupid ass” and he would retort with something witty and a bit flirty like “don’t worry darling, we both know you would be right at my side if I got sick. I know you can’t stand being apart from me” with a wink and a cheeky smirk. He just wants to see her in her oversized Space Jam hoodie and little basketball shorts. Or her short flower shirt and his sweatpants that she has to cuff at the bottoms because they’re too long. Or even-

He’s gotta stop thinking about her, or his brain will soon explode. But he just can’t stop. He tries to think of the happier moments, like her showing him a tour of her very healthy houseplants that she prides herself in, but every time he closes his eyes, all he can see is her teary face telling him to leave. So no, if he was given the choice to think of her flailing her arms around in his kitchen to dancehall tunes while making sweet treats or crying at something that he provoked, you bet your ass he’d choose the former.

But after the seventh day, he knew that something wasn’t right. This was too much “thinking time”. For all he knew, she could be fine, but she could also be positively bawling. She could be living for this free time, but she also could be waiting for him to make the first move. She could be wanting Harry out of her life for her benefit forever, but she also could be feeling lonely and counting the seconds for their makeup, just like he was.

That was it. He had to go see her and make sure his best friend was okay.

He practised what he was going to say to her in his car on the way to her apartment. “Y/n, I’m so sorry for how I acted. I didn’t stop to think about how you were feeling and didn’t take your emotions into account which was unbelievably wrong of me. I’m truly sorry. It’s just that I really care about you and you’re my best friend and I can’t see you choose a tinder fuck over me and if I saw him in the street I would knock his lights out and I just want to kiss you, can I kiss you, oh god please let me kiss you I just want to-“

Fuck, what was wrong with him? Why was he so upset? He had been on plenty of dates with other celebrities and models and she was always on the sidelines, cheering him on. So why was he getting so touchy-feely about a single tinder date? Maybe he was just in desperate need of attention. He hadn’t had a girlfriend for almost one year and casual fuck arounds also stopped about four months ago, so maybe he just needed to fuck someone quick. That would explain why he sees his best friend’s kindness and natural flirty nature as something more romantic. Every laugh at his jokes, every look in her eyes, every graze of her hand on his thighs as she leans over him to get her drink on the side table next to him, he becomes more switched on and awake. She leaves him feeling giddy and excited at every conversation. “This can’t just be because I’m horny right?” he cannot believe he would ever be that horny. What the hell was he going to do?

This is pathetic she thought.

I’m pathetic.

She let out a huge sigh before shoving another forkful of cheesy pasta into her mouth.

What am I doing?

The answer?

Eating carbs upon carbs upon carbs, lounging on her comfy sofa in the most comfortable, yet daggiest pair of pyjamas ever while watching reruns of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air for the fiftieth time, actively avoiding all commitments, housework and jobs that involve moving further than to the kitchen, which even then was an embarrassingly burdening trek on its own.

But she let it slide. How could she not? She was upset and this was how she coped. That’s what she kept reminding herself as she boiled more and more pasta watching the days pass her by without realisation, but now, she’s beginning to question if this was the best idea. Pushing all thoughts of him out of her mind by not looking at her phone just in case he called or texted. But she was beginning to struggle.

It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know what inner turmoil she was facing. He seemed genuinely hurt when she snapped at him. He truly didn’t understand why she took so much offence to the playground ribbing, it seemed. And she had to go be a dick and ignore him. He was probably worried sick. How many times would he have called to check up on her? 10? 15? The more she thought about it, the more she wanted this stupid feud to be over and just be in his arms again, even if it’s just as a friend. So she caved. Turned on her phone, expecting there to be at least a call or a text asking if she was still alive or not. And although she did receive a message of that likeness, it wasn’t from Harry, no. It was from her daily water tracking app, pleading her to fill in her daily intake of water so as to not die of dehydration after she was suspected to have not drunk any for the entire week when in reality, she was just too in her head to open her stupid phone and log her water.

Wow, she thought.

Now not only has Harry chosen to not speak to you, but you also look like a huge idiot right now. Of course, he wouldn’t want to talk to you! You got pissed at him for absolutely no reason and now he hates you. He’s gonna ask for his cardigan and track pants that he keeps at your house in case he wanted to sleepover. He’s going to take back all of his little knick-knacks that he leaves over, like the cute diffuser that he leaves because he knows you need it for your constant hay-fever that blocks your nose and then he’s going to declare that you aren’t friends anymore and then you will never get the chance to tell him how you feel and then-

Her panicky brooding is interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Who the hell could that be?”, she thinks. It was too late for it to be the postman with her package containing her entire Amazon wish list that she bought on the third day of mourning to make herself feel better. But it couldn’t be Mrs Xiao asking her if she had any holes in her shirts that needed stitching. The sweet old lady fell asleep at 8:37 pm sharp after her medicine that she’d take at 8:30 pm would kick in (which she learnt after spending nights over at her apartment where her niece, Mei, took care of her. Y/n would learn traditional recipes like baozi and watch movies with her two friends all the time). It couldn’t be Mei either, she was always in online uni lectures from 8:30-10:30 pm, locked away in her little study, so as to not bother or be bothered. So now, a little panicked, Y/n wondered who was truly at her door?

Another two knocks come, echoing off the walls of her little apartment as she turns down the volume of the program she was watching. She stares at the door from her couch, debating whether she should risk getting stabbed by a possible murderer or not, before ultimately deciding that life was too short. She was also getting sick and tired of the knocks that kept arriving in threes. She swings her legs off the couch and onto the floor, pushing them into her slippers so that her feet wouldn’t touch the cold floor, waddling her way to the door before shyly opening it, peeking at who it could be through the tiny crack in the opening, hoping whoever it was wouldn’t mind her current state: belly filled with pasta, hair knotty, giant shirt with sweatpants on and Harry’s patchwork cardigan hanging off her shoulders- which she had been wearing all day, cherishing the pretty piece of clothing and his scent imbedded in it, taking it all in just in case he asks for it back. She peeps at the torso of this mystery person, realising that Harry owns the jumper worn by them, before looking up and locking eyes with a worn out and tired eyed Harry, one hand in the pocket of the familiar hoodie and another extended out near the door, ready to knock again before freezing when it opens up all the way to show herself to her best friend. He doesn’t eye her up and down cheekily like he normally does when she is wearing pyjamas, wolf-whistling at her relaxed state, claiming that “You look runway-ready, my love! Do a twirl for the crowd, will you?”. Instead, he stares her right in the eyes with what looks like almost relief, before smiling a weak and broken smile.

One of them needed to break the silence or both would have just stared at each other in her doorway until the world exploded. So she starts.

“Hi.” her voice hovers a tinge above a whisper, almost as though if she dared to speak louder, this probable illusion of the one she loves would fade away. He lights up a little bit, probably relieved that she started the conversation.

“Hey,” his soft voice matched her volume and tone as if he too didn’t want this to be a dream. “May I come in?” The words sound awkward to her coming out of his mouth. Harry never had to ask for permission to be invited in- he usually just strolled in without so much as a holler to indicate he was present, finding amusement in scaring her instead while she was doing whatever she was doing, whether that be reading, watching a movie, cooking or napping. They were the best of friends and never had to inquire about entry to each other’s domains, along with other small things like if they had anything in their kitchens to eat or if they could sit somewhere, so hearing it was a little disheartening and provoked Y/n to think about how serious this situation was.

“Okay”, she replied after the pause of contemplation, opening the door fully so that the lanky boy could follow along behind her, like a little puppy. She didn’t like how awkward the situation was. She just wanted things to go back to what they were.

But then you wouldn’t be able to tell him you love him... her inner voice argued. And she agreed. She knew that yes, this will be awkward, but it’s an opportunity for him to listen to her and know that she isn’t joking.

“Would you like some tea?” She enquires. They’ll need to handle this like proper grown-ups (which in all honesty, isn’t their dynamic- it’s more like first-year uni students who are mature enough to have deep conversations but still laugh at dad jokes and anything remotely serious, like a painting with boobs), and from what she knows, or has seen in movies when the characters are being serious, is that you need tea or a drink of that sort and a sit down on the couch where you talk stuff out. So that’s exactly what she does.

“Yes please,” Harry’s soft voice replies as he toes off his boots that most definitely cost more than her apartment. Y/n nods and heads to the small kitchenette and flips the switch on the electric kettle before going into her cupboard that housed the mugs. Harry stood awkwardly near the sofas, and to save him the embarrassment of waiting while standing, Y/n invites him to sit with a small, “You can take a seat,” and a quick glance at him before returning her gaze to the mugs to make herself look busy. She didn’t want to look him in the eyes for more than three seconds in fear of bursting into tears and the worn out and tired sight of him. She shakes the thought out of her head and begins to prepare the mugs.

Y/n put two teabags in her mug while putting one in Harry’s. She was raised in a household of avid tea drinkers and she inherited her strong tea quirk from her father who would always keep two teabags with only a dash of milk, and the only difference between her tea and her fathers was that Y/n wasn’t strong enough to take her tea without sugar, unlike her father, who thought that drinking unbelievably concentrated leaf juice with milk was a fun and relaxing time. On the other hand, Harry liked to keep one tea bag in his mug while he drank it, but just like her father, he too took little to no sugar with his cup, being the health freak he was. And early in their friendship, when she mentioned it to him, Harry chuckled and chirped, “Your father is a smart man. He has to be for raising amazing and talented people like your siblings. I’m not sure what went wrong with you though...” while booping her nose as they laid together under a tree for a little picnic. And though she rolled her eyes at him and punched his shoulder for the sly dig at her, she was practically beaming at the fact that he thought her family was smart. Harry had no idea how much that meant to her. Y/n loved her entire family, and she was unbelievably close to them, so it made her entire week to know that Harry, someone she respected and loved so much, recognised how talented and smart each of her family members were. Don’t get her wrong, she didn’t need the validation to know that her family was amazing, but she felt so special knowing he took the time to notice. He did that a lot though. Doing things that meant a lot to her without batting an eye. Saying things that only a person as observant as he could notice, like complimenting her eye colour in the light and asking her to read for him because he constantly mentions how much he loves her voice.

Y/n looked over to the same sweet guy she fell head over heels for, who was sitting on her couch, fidgety as ever, and wondered if they would ever be the same after the very next moments to come. She didn’t want things to change between them, but she was dying inside knowing that he wasn’t hers. And getting over him was not in the question, after the fiasco that happened last week. She just wished she could get inside his head to sate her painful curiosity.

What is he thinking about?

What is she thinking about?

It’s the million-dollar question running through his mind. What was she pondering over as she made them tea? Did she want to talk to him? Was she mad that it took him so long to find the balls to face her? Was she as nervous as he was? Was she worried that they would never be the same again like he was?

He was going into panic mode, questioning everything, while probably looking stupid as ever. As much as he regretted how awkward things were now, and the fact that he instigated her to lash out at him a week ago, he was realising that he was not regretting the fact that he did it. He didn’t want her to go out with someone else, and she didn’t. And yes, of course, he feels bad-beyond bad, in fact- for making her cry, and wishes he could take it all back, he also sees this as an opportunity to tell her how he feels about her. He could finally tell her that he thinks about her all the time. About her soft smile, her bright eyes, her melodic laugh, her speaking voice that brings butterflies to his stomach. He could tell her about how he loses himself at work, the grocery store, fuck- even at events- thinking about what she was doing at her house. Was she under her blankets on her couch, watching some corny tv show? Was she baking her signature choc chip cookies that taste like the gods blessed every single biscuit on the tray before they were put in the oven? Was she knitting her cat, Chesnut, another rug to plonk herself down on, with her feet up on the ottoman as she listened to the 7 o’clock news on the radio? Was she writing a paper for another deadline? Something so sophisticated, like the exploration of white and male privilege and how it is ingrained in our society? Something that Harry tried to understand and research so that he could stay in the loop with his smart girl’s interests, but he always struggled with.

It was a huge insecurity of his. Not that his best friend was smarter than he was, no way. He treasured the fact that she could and would whip his ass at a debate on things like the state of the world, or human rights. She could school him on global politics, languages, maths, science, history and literally anything else, and he would be cheering her on. What he was insecure about was her realising that he was probably slowing her down in life. Y/n was well within her rights to kick him out of her life for being nothing but a freeloader and stopping her from reaching her full potential, what with him constantly stopping her from her own life to help him go through shit happening in his. Whenever he was sad, or confused, or upset, Y/n was the first person he would talk to and he feared that she would realise that he was probably taking advantage of her and stop talking to him. And that scared him. It scared him because he knew that she didn't need him at all, but he needed her to do anything in life. Every major and minor decision in his life has been approved by Y/n first, and not because she was a controlling friend who didn’t trust him with his own life, but because Harry needed her validation. Harry Styles, a world-famous superstar, had girls, guys and non-binaries at his feet, following his every beck and call. Harry Styles, who was on the cover of every magazine, known by every celebrity, dated only the most perfect of women, required validation from Y/n, a psychology major at a small university. Y/n, who liked to plan her day out on a to-do list, end up not doing anything on that to-do list and cry about it afterwards. Y/n, who breaks it down to “Murder She Wrote” by Chaka Demus & Pliers like it’s her last 4 minutes and 5 seconds alive on this Earth while making pancakes. Y/n, who cries more when she’s laughing while watching Tik Toks than she does during sad movies.

To celebrities, Y/n was nothing but a regular. But to Harry, she was all. She was the warmth of a sweater that you toss in the dryer for a few minutes to make it extra toasty. She was the pad of butter that you spread onto your pumpkin sourdough toast and it ends up being exactly the amount you wanted. She was the feeling when you are driving home from a long day of interviews and premiers, and you’re on the freeway and the windows down and you just… exist. She is the feeling you get when you watch Pride and Prejudice, and the relief of when you find the perfect word to end a lyric. She is when your shoes fit perfectly, and when you finish a book so utterly fulfilling that you lie there in a trance, looking up at your ceiling at 3 am, wondering how you could have been so lucky to be able to be blessed with an ending like the one you just read. Y/n was all those things and more.

And that’s why he had to tell her he loved her. No matter how scared he was.

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The electric kettle is finished boiling the tea all too quickly as the bubbling comes to an end and the distinct click of the switch turning back off echoes around the silent apartment. Y/n had poured the scalding hot water into the two cups she had prepared stared into them.

It was time. She had tried to avoid this for as long as possible, but now it was the moment to face the music. She picked up the two mugs of tea and brought them to her lounge where Harry was sitting on her worn in green sofa, staring at her coffee table, eyebrows scrunched, pouted lips, deep in thought, before looking up at her with wide green eyes, and followed her to where she stood in front of him. She passed his mug to him before sitting on the comfy chair a few feet away from the sofa and from him, putting some distance in between them for her sake, so that she wouldn’t try to hug him and say sorry without saying what she needed to say first. Which she needed to start talking about now, so as not to sit in the awkward silence created by the two.

Say something!!

“So…’

Jesus fuck…. was that all you could think of? Wow. I am going to lose my best friend.

Y/n was choking.

“I am so sorry,” Harry’s voice intercepts, raspy from the lack of use, looking up from the coffee table he seemed so interested in. “I am so fucking sorry Y/n. I have no excuse as to why I was making fun of you that day. I pushed too far and I am a shit friend for not noticing that you were already on edge. It was so wrong of me and I am so sorry.” He stopped himself before he started to ramble, looking at her with eyes filled with an emotion she couldn’t decipher.

Y/n felt… unsatisfied. Why did she feel this way? He apologised, right? So why does she feel unfulfilled? Why does she want him to say more? He hit all of the points he had to for a standard apology, so why did she think he hadn’t done enough? Was it that little optimist in her brain hoping he would maybe reveal a slight attraction to her? Maybe tell her that he loves her, and has loved her forever and ever? Confess that she has bewitched him, body and soul so that she didn’t have to? God, was she an idiot. But a lovestruck idiot at that. She bites her tongue and replies.

“Harry, I forgive you. Although you were annoying as ever,” She rolls her eyes and smirks, while he lets out a breathy, half-assed chuckle, showing his acknowledgement at her attempt to ease the lowered yet still prevalent tension. She continues. “ I understand that you were just trying to have fun. I guess I was the one who irrationally lashed out . I am always okay with you poking fun at me, but I was just frustrated and tired and I took it out on you. I’m sorry for the improper communication and I’m sorry for pushing you away when we should’ve just talked…”

“I forgive you too. I think this was just miscommunication on both parts.” He stared into her eyes, almost as if he could sense the discontent in her, but chose to ignore it.

“I guess so.” She halfheartedly answered, not really knowing where to take the conversation next. They had both apologised, but evidently still had things to say. Well, Y/n had things to say, that’s for sure, but she was pretty sure that Harry wanted to say something too. He had that look on his face where he wanted to say something but was forcing himself not to.

What does he want to say? Why can’t he say it to my face? I mean, sure, I’m also hiding shit I wanna say, but I have an excuse. This could ruin our friendship. What does he have to say?

“Great,” Harry replies, trying to fill the awkward pauses and conversation that is being held. He still looked like he had something to say, but seemed like he was not budging.

Well, if he’s not saying anything, I’m not either. Why do I have to confess my feelings and put our friendship on the line if he isn’t even going to say what’s on his mind?

“So, are we good?”

“I don’t know. Are we? I mean, I forgive you and you forgive me, right?”

“Right�� No yeah, we’re alright. We’re completely fine!” Y/n replies quickly. Why the fuck would you say that? You’re not fine.

There is a pregnant pause and Y/n has half a better mind to just get up, walk to the bathroom again with her head down and lock herself in there till he leaves again, because she cannot take this awkward conversation. Not with him. She shifts, ready to stand up to get some water, when Harry looks at her, confusion and slight panic setting into his face.

“Wait. I don’t think I’m fine…” She looks up at the boy sitting in front of her, reading the words from her mind like they were scribed on a piece of paper in the blackest of ink, permanent and bold. Her heart stuttered. What else did he want?

“Is everything okay, H?” she tentatively asks. He loses eye contact with her, gaze lowering towards the table in front of him

“I-” he pauses, trying to collect his thoughts while simultaneously trying to explain to her why he wasn’t okay. “I just- fuck” his head falls down, his face inches away from the hot tea in his hands, the humid steam billowing out of the mug and warming his elegant face as he takes a deep breath and tries once more to convey his thoughts. “I don’t want us to be friends again.”

Her heart stops. This could go one of two ways. He could either be confessing his hatred or his adoration for her, and either one would probably end with her imploding. She tries to take a neutral tone when she replies.

“What does that mean, H?”

He looks at her once more. “It’s not enough, Y/n... “

“What?” She is confused. Her friendship isn’t enough? How is she supposed to reply to that?

“I want more. I don’t want us to just be friends. I want to be more with you. I want to do more with you. I want to do things that friends… they shouldn’t do together…”

Is he trying to confess he likes her? Why, in all the ways you could speak, would he choose to speak like that?! She has had enough of him dawdling around his feelings. “Harry, stop being cryptic and fucking tell me what’s going on?!”

“I love you, Y/n! I fucking love you, Y/n. So much. And it is eating me from the inside out. I hate that we can’t be normal anymore, and I hate that you don’t love me the way I love you, but I cannot sit here and pretend everything is fine, because I love you.”

Y/n is stunned. Frozen in her spot. Can’t move, can’t speak, can’t breathe. Stuck in space, and stuck in time.

Holy fucking shit… he loves me…

While Y/n processes the life changing knowledge that her best friend loves her, her best friend conveniently sits next to her, wishing that he was dead for the letdown he was about to receive.

“Say something… please, for the love of God, say something!”

****

She looks up at Harry. Not Harry Styles, playboy, whore, singer, millionaire, but instead; Harry, her best friend of five years, reddened face out of embarrassment. She sees the mortality in his eyes. Feels his presence so heavily in the moment. She is in awe. True awe of him, and his ability to love her. And with that awe- and that stupid look on her face, she reaches up and cradles his face in her hands, brushing her thumbs softly over his plush pink lips. He stands just as still as her, barely breathing, as if it would shatter the fantasy to stardust and he would wake up in his bed, cold shivers running down his spine, as has happened previously whenever he thought of this moment, staring up at his ceiling at 3:40AM wondering why he thought of his best friend in such a way. She creeped closer to his face before stopping a breath away from him, and whispered.

“Is this okay?”

She looked into his eyes, and he looked into hers, both never feeling so alive before. He wishes to tell her that she needn’t ask for his permission, and that he wants to kiss her forever. Eternally locked in an embrace that holds their souls together. But all he can muster is a weak and broken whisper back.

“Please,”

She can hold it for no longer, and leans in the rest of the way, their lips moulding together, for the very first time, eyes fluttering close, as his hands reach to grab her by the hips to straddle him, deepening the kiss even further. And when they part for breath, panting for air with slightly moist lips, they touch foreheads, eyes still closed. Words needn’t be exchanged- everything that yearned to be said was useless, as it could never describe how they truly felt for each other. So hopelessly besotted with one another, that all they could do was breathe together before kissing once more, hoping that their actions could provide even an iota of an idea of how much they love one another.

Two best friends, turned lovers forevermore.

#by bug #harry styles angst #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles imagine #harry styles #harry styles fluff #hope you have a wonderful day my little pots of sweet tea!

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shozaii · 4 years ago

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could I request some dabi, aizawa and hawks taking care of their s/o who is maybe sick or has had a rough day? 💕

(a/n): hello hello anon! ahh thank you so much for sending this in! always wanted to write for dabi too <3 enjoy, love! ❤❤

masterlist.

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rough day.

pairings: dabi x reader, aizawa x reader, hawks x reader.

warnings: none!

i’d like to think that dabi does care, and would even go as far as he could to show you that he does. maybe when you two first started dating, he would tend to be a little reserved, quiet.

well, of course he has the love. of course he has the affection. then again, of course he has to take time to ease himself with you - to give his all for his s/o.

a scenario; it was a long, long day of constant stress and pressure. it wasn’t like your body wasn’t used to this. you knew what you signed up for - might as well endure it, put your heart and soul into it when you can. after all, rest would always come later on.

or so you thought. it went even longer, the more you started thinking of your bed. more jobs, more deadlines within a day. more ruckus. geez, what was with the world today?

the world took most of your precious time, because by the time you stepped your foot into home, it was nighttime.

more like, the next morning.

you groaned, looking at the time.

“babe...? your boyfriend called out in what seemed like a groggy voice. “damn, look at you. rough day?”

your figure sloppily fell into dabi’s chest, inhaling his enthralling scent. he let out a little ‘oof’ before saying, “you did, huh. come on, stinky. bath time.”

your arms have never felt this tired after so long, because when it reached out to punch him by the chest, it wobbled. “i have a name, you know.”

“yeah. stinky.”

“shut up.”

mans came prepared. doesn’t show it but he’s super duper aware of your schedule. doesn’t need to write it down, doesn’t need any reminder. on the dot. a fine gentleman indeed.

leads you carefully to the bath he prepared for you. he helps you scrub your back (i headcanon him being a master of massaging) he then pecks your scars/stiff areas. “seen this a lot on the shows. hope it works.”

yup, you both had a good laugh after that.

he then gives you your towels. offers to dry your hair because you nearly tucked yourself into bed while your hair was still soaking wet.

even bought you your favorite dinner, and then chuckled softly when he watched you yawn as you rested your jaw on your palm. “bed.”

“wow. another way of saying, take me to bed, my dear prince,” his gosh darn attractive smirk appeared again.

oh my god he is a sucker for you.

when you both are finally on bed, he pulls you close, peppering you with the last few kisses before you both fell sound asleep. the best part is that sometimes you two stay like that until the next morning.

oh wow. let’s be real here, we have three wonderful gentlemen in this area. now aizawa is a little different. he knows what rough days are like, especially when he himself has gone through them. almost everyday.

resulting in the yellow sleeping bag.

but that does not stop you from caring for him. most nights when he returns home late, you treat him like a king because hey, he deserves it. he works so hard taking great care of his students, watching them overnight at the dorms (which results in no sleep). ah, the things you do make him so happy and loved.

so he vows to do the same to you.

this time he was home earlier than usual - which was weird because usually you come home first. he checked every room, but to no avail. he tried calling you, but you didn’t answer.

okay, weird. where were you? maybe he’s been so used to seeing you return first till the point where he completely forgets about your schedules - basically anything you were doing. and damn does he feel terrible.

which is why he decides to own up to it.

mans dashes through the apartment, getting the stuff that you like, ditching the stuff that you didn’t like seeing when you got back home, made sure he was wide awake for what he was about to see right in front of him - a representation of him (except that it’s not his son shinsou) or you, still in your best form.

.....maybe he didn’t need to think of the second choice. he was right with the first.

“my back hurts. so, so, bad,” you whined softly as he walked towards you.

“come on, kitten.”

“you should’ve gone to bed, shouta.”

“unfortunately my senses told me not to.”

“but they tell you that everyday.”

“....today was different.”

he lets you sit down on the couch for a bit, worried that you might as well collapse and then fall into the deepest sleep. once that was settled, he lightly tapped your shoulder. “you rested enough. bath time.”

conversations stay light with shouta. he knows what it’s like to be tired, and to constantly have noise around him. at the same time, he doesn’t want you sleeping; hence the small talk.

“are you sure, love?” you asked him. “you know i can-,”

“too late.”

you laughed drowsily. oh, what a man.

he frowns when you were hesitant to take a few bites from the light supper snack he prepared for you. they were your favorite.

“eat up. then we could sleep for as long as we want. i’ll even join you and never leave.”

best wild card pulled out of his pocket because you chomped down on your snack.

i headcanon him to be a little scared when it comes to massaging his s/o, worried that he might hurt them, but when he does, it’s god-tier. his hands work like magic. your back pain was almost all gone in that instant.

the both of you were already pooped out, so at the same time, you headed to bed, finally landing on your fluffy pillows, taking it all in.

and right next to you was the man of your dreams.

okay! two rough day scenarios, now for this majestic bird boy’s s/o who isn’t feeling well!

you weren’t at your best. your nose was runny, you sweat a whole lot. for a while you felt really really hot, so you put on your blanket. suddenly you were freezing COLD. pulled them back up.

gave up and covered one half of your figure. your headache was not getting any better and you used ointment/took a painkiller to get rid of the stinging pain on the top part of your head; but to no avail. it kept getting worse.

the worst part was that you had to skip your work schedule, and you were really precise with it no matter what. but you just couldn’t when your body hurt as if tons of rocks were placed on your back. this was definitely not going to end soon.

lucky for you, keigo was taking a nap right next to you. he got up abruptly. “um, i had a nightmare. i was...falling down....oh my god, y/n, you are RED! what did you have?”

“i had the same thing as you dummy,” you replied with a different tone in your voice. “ugh, my head.”

“you’re sick, chickadee.” he placed the back of his hand on his forehead. “nothing.” he then did so on your forehead. “you are burning hot.”

“why thank you.”

“y/n, i love you but i’m serious. your temperature is soaring hot.”

“aw, man. i can’t ditch my schedule today.”

“in this house, a ‘schedule’ does not exist. you’re staying at home, and i’m going to spend the day with you. got that?”

you blinked a few times with your sore eyes, before replying with a sniffle. “okay.”

“good little birdie.”

and boY does he finesse his way to giving you the best treatment.

he may or may not have learnt making chicken soup over the years he has been with you, so cue him making probably the best one for you. (we all know why he learnt this anyway)

feeling cold? gives you warm water for your sore throat. feeling warm? puts a little stand fan for you to take in all the fresh air. might as well even fan you with his wings because keigo loves being extra for his s/o.

he sits with you and holds your hand. he doesn’t like seeing you like this - who does? all he wanted to do was to head out with you, hold hands, fly with you if he could, eat some yakitori.

no, no. must cure y/n first.

he’s such a cute lil baby

he’d place the wet cloth on your forehead, and comes checking on you every 10 minutes while he’s out of the room.

bath time? yes please. the right scents for your already blocked nose and to also prevent you from feeling dizzy from the stronger ones that you owned. even offers to wash your back 🥺

gives you his clothing because you look so darn cute in them. he breathes this huge sigh of relief when your temperature decreases from where it was initially. then proceeds to kiss your cheeks.

“keigo! you’re going...to...get...sick!”

“i’m practically immune. so don’t worry.” he smirked.

you started feeling a little bit better, so you moved to the living room. but the pains were still there.

“y/n. these medicines would help. you came prepared.”

“that’s because i was worried i’d get the flu once again. i hate this.”

“come on. it’s fine, love. you will get back in action in no time. i’m here for you, aren’t i?”

the day ends with more cuddles, more kisses, chicken soup, laughter, little naps, and finally to bed. it was a long day, and you were feeling a lot more better. the fever died down even more, the pains reduced.

and it was all thanks to this lovely number two hero - more so - your lover.

“get well soon, birdie. i love you.” you heard before your eyelids sealed shut.

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(a/n) : i. am. so. sorry. this took so long. ARGHH FORGIVE ME😭😭😭

but i do hope this is a wonderful read! 🥺❤

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raisinghellonstarbug · 3 years ago

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Stumbled Into Laughter, Stumbled Into You - A James Acaster x Reader Story

Basic plot: The year is 2019, and life has been quite dull for you since working in a job that you hate for the past two years after graduating from university. You used to do stand up comedy at uni, but you’ve been putting off pursuing it due to lack of confidence and motivation. Your best mates decide to encourage you to try a comedy mic night for the first time ever and while there you incidentally run into an old mate of yours, comedian Rhys James. That’s when your life gets turned around as you end up diving into the world of the comedy circuit and becoming close with other famous British comedians. In the midst of it all, you end up meeting a particularly distinctive red headed fellow who might end up being the very thing that brings meaning to your life again.

A/N: Hello Acaster fans!

So this was an idea I have had in mind for the last few months and I finally finished the first chapter of my story!

Just so you know, the first chapter does not include James, but be patient as he will appear soon (but maybe not quite as soon as you hope). I do reckon it will be worth the wait for his appearance, or at least I hope the story is still enjoyable! It is a slow burn so if you are an inpatient person, then this story might not be for you ;)

You can read this chapter below or if you prefer, there is also the link to the chapter posted on Ao3 right here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33748507

Rating: M

Chapter 1 word length: 2326

Characters: James Acaster (duh), Original Female Characters(s), Original Male Character(s), Rhys James, Ed Gamble, Nish Kumar, Josh Widdicombe

Relationships: James Acaster x Reader/you, Original female character/Original Male character

Story tags: Romantic comedy, domestic fluff, slow burn, fluff and smut, British comedy, eventual relationships

Tagging: @laurabeech @rilannon @jasclearwaters @marklily @queensantiagoofthe99

Chapter 1 - Summer 2019

You were sitting at your desk at your mundane job, practically ready to blow your brains out on the usual, dull Thursday afternoon. It was really warm and stuffy inside the fifteen story office block building situated in Canary Wharf. This was a place you found yourself five days a week, doing the typical 9 to 5 hours. A usual day for a usual person.

Your job wasn’t a particularly riveting one. As an underwriter for an insurance company, some days could get especially boring. You knew how to do the job well, but it was not something you really loved. It involved all kinds of clients and claims in paperwork and it sometimes felt tedious and unfulfilling. But hey, it still paid your share of rent and bills. At least you could say you could manage in the hustle and bustle of the London lifestyle.

It was nearly hometime and you were itching to get home and relax. But before that could happen, there were those last set of insurance cover forms you had to copy to get sent to the HR department. And so you typed away on your laptop, clickety clack, clickety clack… the minutes went by like a chalk on a blackboard, scraping away at a snail’s pace.

You put your full force of concentration on the documents on the screen until it was finally done. A sense of achievement was necessary in these moments despite your lack of enthusiasm. It was in the little victories you reminded yourself. You rubbed the sweat from the July heat off your forehead.

* * *

The last 2 hours eventually passed by and it was soon the rush to get out of the door before you got held up by your colleagues. They were nice enough, but sometimes they could hold you back for half an hour chatting when you just wanted to get home, or your manager might try and get you to stay an hour overtime.

Thankfully you did get out promptly, and as you ran and dashed out of the office building saying brisk goodbyes to coworkers, you managed to make it to the tube with the train just arriving on time. But not without being moderately sweaty and hot though. Bloody stuffy platforms.

As expected it was still a busy train with plenty of 5pm finishers getting themselves situated on the half crowded carriages, but as it was only 10 past, it wasn't the worst time of day for commuting yet.

You perched yourself on one of the tube’s seats and let your shoulders drop, having held the tension in your body from sitting at a desk all day. You placed your head slightly back, balancing it on the window of the train. You looked up momentarily above you and then lifted your head back up to look at your phone and choose a song to listen to on Spotify through your wireless earphones.

The streams of sound from one of your favourite songs began to play softly in your ears and you smiled, knowing that the song gave you a little bit of wistful joy. You started mouthing the words.

Call it all for nothing, but I'd rather be nothing to you. Than be a part of something, something that I didn’t do (Best to You - Blood Orange).

The words half mean something but not necessarily anything. You began to wonder about being part of something that you’re not.

I just wish I could float away from my unexciting existence… you thought to yourself.

It sometimes occurred to you that you might have wanted something more out of life, but weren’t entirely sure what. It doesn’t make you dreadfully sad, but you know that life for you hasn’t exactly been the best it could be, and that perhaps something was missing. You wish you knew what it was.

You sighed, ignoring the feeling of sorrow wash over you momentarily and propped yourself back up in the uncomfortable seat of the train. You tried to keep yourself awake so that you wouldn’t miss your stop. The music continued through your ears.

* * *

You opened the door of the three bedroom flat that you had been residing in for the last two years with your flatmates and sighed with relief that you had finally reached home. You hurried to get your handbag off your shoulder and your shoes off, placing them on the rack next to the front door and walked through the hallway.

The minute you poked your head through to the lounge, bellowing a faint hello to whoever was around, you were suddenly greeted by one of your best friends and flatmates, Grace.

“Ahh Y/n! You’re home. Thank christ!”

She grabbed you and reached her arms around to embrace you tightly. You were perplexed by this gesture as it was so random and unusual given that Grace lived with you and saw you everyday of the week. You frowned and reluctantly placed your arms around her to return the hug.

As she then let go, she looked at you with urgency in her eyes and shrieked with excitement, “Oh Y/n guess what? It looks like I’m up for a promotion! Can you believe it?”

Now processing the reason for such an embrace, you raised your eyebrows in glee and smiled proudly, gushing back to your best mate who was obviously chuffed by the matter.

“Oh wow Grace, that's fantastic! I mean, finally. It is about bloody time!”

She smiled, “Yes I guess it is. But I mustn't get too excited. I haven’t officially got the promotion yet.”

“Ah but no. I’m not having any of that. You will get that promotion. It is a guarantee. They would be idiots to not give it to you.” Grace rolled her eyes and bit her lip. She reluctantly nodded and agreed.

The smell of food distracted you momentarily from the conversation. It was a particularly appetising smell.

Grace uttered, “Yes that smell is good isn’t it? Theo insisted on cooking us a nice meal for me as a celebration.”

You smiled knowingly, having known about how Grace and Theo had been in relationship limbo ever since you three became close friends at university. You knew they both had feelings for each other but often danced around the subject, completely oblivious to one another’s obvious attraction to the other. You reckoned they had to do something about it one day.

“Thank fuck. I wasn’t prepared to make dinner tonight. I am too tired for that.”

Grace then had her worried face on. She instantly knew, as she knew you too well, but funnily enough never picked up on Theo’s emotions despite constantly wondering about them, that something was wrong.

“Are you ok babe?” she asked with a look of pity that you scornfully resented.

You sighed, half lying, “Yes. I’m fine. Just tired is all.”

You made a beeline for the couch knowing full well that you were going to talk about it whether you liked it or not. You knew that Grace would see right through your dishonesty and insist that you told her the problem.

So you waited until Grace inevitably sat next to you and gave you that sympathy look she always gave you before coming out with the concerns that were floating around your brain.

“OK fine. I know you won’t leave me alone unless I tell you.”

“Ahh, you know me so well…”

“Yes, just as you know me. I’m just- I’m fed up. Work was slow. I don’t really feel like I’m associated with my life. I feel... disconnected, I guess.”

“Do you have any idea why?”

You shrugged and looked down at the floor and then back at Grace smiling sheepishly, “I don’t know. Maybe I’m not- not fulfilled? I just don’t thoroughly enjoy my life right now.”

Grace nodded and put a hand on your leg. You twitched your face in slight discomfort. You hated it when you were given sympathy for something that seemed so miniscule. It wasn’t like you were dying.

It was times like this when you just wanted to curl up in your bed, eat a tub of ice cream and watch your favourite comedy programmes. 8 Out of 10 Cats Does Countdown sprang to mind.

As you sat in momentary silence for a bit, Theo came waltzing through from the kitchen with his silly apron on that had a naked man’s body printed on it, and a spatula in his hand. He smiled at you.

“I thought I heard your voice. I hope meatballs for dinner are good tonight. Not mine of course,” gesturing to the apron as he said it.

You shook your head at Theo’s poor dad joke and stood up to hug him. You realised that you must be really down in the dumps to be hugging Theo. It was his turn to be confused. He looked towards Grace wide eyed.

“She’s had a particularly tough day. But mind you babe, you’ve kinda been like this for weeks now.”

You let go of Theo and turned to Grace, frowning and feeling slightly defensive. You placed a hand on your hip.

“Been like what? I’ve just been a bit fed up, that's all.”

“Yes but it’s not just a bit fed up. You said so yourself you feel disconnected. We’ve been waiting for you to say it.”

You looked to Theo and he nodded gently in agreement.

“Ok… but, nothing is really wrong exactly. My life is fine.”

“Fine, yes. But not amazing. We know it’s getting you down. And the job is the problem.”

“But I’m good at it. And it pays the bills. What else am I supposed to do?”

Grace then looked away from your eyes then, twitching her lip and looking as though she was holding something back. She then sighed and began to admit something you had not been expecting.

“OK look. We know what you can do. Theo and I have figured it out. We can manage money wise. It will be tight, but if you quit your job we should be able to help you out for a little bit.”

Your eyes grew wider than large saucepans. You were totally bewildered and your mouth slightly agape.

“What? Quit my job? Why? What work would I get instead?”

“Well, maybe you won't quit your job yet. Maybe you’re right, that's too hasty. Perhaps what I’m trying to say is-”

Theo then chimed in, “-what Grace is trying to say is…”

You smirked to yourself. How do they not realise that they’re already a couple but without the sex? They’re practically married for christ sake.

“...we reckon that you need to pursue your passion. Perhaps stop wasting your talents in an office job that you hate.”

Grace continued, “yes exactly. We have had an idea in mind. See, we want you to go to this thing… it’s no biggie but well, we’ve already booked it for you.”

Your mind was racing. You couldn’t understand anything that they were saying to you. It was all too much for you to manage.

“Booked what for me? What the hell are you both going on about?”

They both looked at each other with reluctance, pondering the moment and whether to tell you the whole truth. They both shrugged and Grace was then pulling her phone out, this whole conversation beginning to appear as though they had been trying to practice it.

Suddenly Grace’s phone screen was wavering in your face. You moved your head closer to see a photo on the screen. It was a comedy club night poster. Incidentally, it was an open mic night event happening on Saturday night. You began to then put the puzzle pieces together. You folded your arms and frowned heavily.

“What the fuck have you two done now?”

Theo softly spoke, “We… booked you a slot to do that comedy open mic event thing, on Saturday night.”

“Wait. As in to perform? You can’t be serious-”

Grace tried to reassure you and grabbed your arm.

“Look, we know it might seem daunting, but we just wanted to see you happy again. It’s been two years since we graduated and you haven’t performed since then. We thought it might be good to encourage you to perform again. You were always funny to us. And people at uni thought so too. You have the stand up talent, Y/n.”

You could not process anymore. You shook your head in disbelief and placed your head in your hands, rubbing your eyes from sudden exhaustion. You then threw your hands up in exasperation. It was not possible. You could not do that again.

Fucking no way. I can’t be on stage again! It’s too scary. University pub nights are one thing but a comedy club?

You shook your head again and placed your hands on your hips. Grace tried to speak up again seeing the frustration painted across your face. In fact it was anger that your friends chose to do this without your say so.

“Y/n…”

“No. Nope. I’m not doing it. No.”

“But Y/n, we were also going to tell you that Theo is also thinking of doing the same thing! He wants to do his music again. What harm would it be for you to rejuvenate your comedy skills? Surely you can write a quick couple of gags. Nothing strenuous. You have your old material from university, right?”

You had to get out of the room. Nothing that they were saying to you could be fully accepted at that moment.

You then gave them no choice but to let you go with your head in a flurry. They both watched you leave the room, mumbling something along the lines of I’m not really hungry anymore, I’m going to bed. Soon after, you darted across the other end of the hallway, ill-tempered and almost seething, and slammed your bedroom door shut.

#james acaster #james acaster fanfic #james acaster x reader #james acaster x you #original female character #original male character #original story #off menu #eventual romance #slow burn

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inaflashimagine · 4 years ago

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white day

Pairing: Nanami x Reader

A/N: posting this 10 min before March 14 ends for me phew. Set in high school as we pretend everyone is a happy third- and fourth-year

WC: 1k

Nanami Kento is quite sure the universe hates him.

This certainty rises when he passes by the student lounge, encountering the last two people he wants to see.

“Chocolates? For me?” gasps Gojo, one hand on his chest while the other lowers his shades and wipes away a false tear. “I am honored. Truly.”

Geto snickers alongside his friend before offering an easy-going smile to the peeved blonde. “Satoru, it’s obvious that these gifts are actually for me, but I do prefer red roses to white ones.”

“They’re not for you or Gojo-san,” Nanami sighs, fingers tightening around the bouquet handle as he tries to back away from Gojo’s prying hands.

That’s the second mistake Kento makes, a growing realization as he warily watches a knowing smile reach those mischievous blue eyes.

“Oh?” Gojo straightens as he wraps an arm around Geto. “You hear that, Suguru? Nanami-kun has a special someone! Is it their birthday or something?”

Geto releases a short laugh and rolls his eyes, though Nanami possibly sees a hint of sympathy in them. “Of course you would forget it’s White Day, Satoru. Let’s leave him be.”

Please do, is what the younger man wants to say. He’s not sure how Haibara convinced him to participate in this holiday that companies fabricated so they can get richer. But just as his friend pointed out, it would be extremely rude to not return the gesture, especially when those homemade chocolates on Valentine’s Day made his heart unexpectedly flutter.

“Wait, I want to know who Nanami-kun likes!” whines Gojo, infinity activated so Geto can’t drag him away.

“Nanami likes someone?” questions a familiar voice, making him freeze.

Oh no.

Gojo catches his junior’s eyes slightly widen in panic, a shit-eating grin splitting across the white-haired man’s face as he connects the two dots.

“You heard that right,” Gojo smugly replies as he sees you enter the lounge, mouth agape in curiosity as you stand before Nanami to admire the large bouquet.

“Satoru, let’s go,” whispers Geto, but everyone seems stuck in their spots, including their junior who looks as frazzled as Ijichi.

“Wow, they’re so lucky!” you exclaim, and Nanami can only wonder if you’d still think that when you find out who the gifts are for.

“But I can’t believe you and Haibara hid this from me! I thought we were friends.”

His tongue refuses to work, a stiff nod and eye twitch the best response he can muster while he hears two people poorly stifling their laughter.

He had organized this perfectly, every detail planned to the millisecond. Nanami would knock on your door twice, and you would open it, one book in hand–probably one of his since you keep borrowing from his collection–as you tell him to come in. But then your mouth would open into a cute ‘o’ as you glance at the flowers and chocolates, eyes sparkling so bright that they even rival the sun.

And then he’d confess right then and there, finally able to speak the words he rehearsed in front of his mirror, words that he’s written on sheets of paper way too many times. To show you that after three years of being your classmate and eventual friend, he wants more. That after three excruciating years, he’s tired of getting obligatory chocolates. That he’s sick of his chest constricting whenever Gojo or Geto–hell, even Haibara or Shoko–snakes an arm around your shoulder. That he wants to make you laugh so hard you can’t breathe, the same way your smile makes him forget to exhale…

…just like now. Nanami tries to clear his throat, eyes looking everywhere but at you as a faint pink dusts over his cheeks. Why is it so hot in here? Is it because he’s in hell?

No, hell would be better than this. If anything, he wishes he can be swallowed by a curse right now instead of having to tell you these foreign feelings that he’s harbored for way too long.

Because does he actually have to do this? Right now? In front of them? And what if you say no? What if he overthought this, and you didn’t even want chocolates? Do you even like white chocolate? Do you even like him? He knew he was reading too many of Haibara’s romance manga, he should’ve never listened to–

“Nanami?”

The concerned voice pulls him out of his trance, finally meeting your worried eyes as you ask softly, “Are you okay?”

And then you touch his bicep and he feels like he’s on fire.

What is wrong with him?

He blinks once. Twice. “Uh,” he rasps out, as if he hadn’t drank water in weeks. “Yes, sorry, I just…”

There he goes, trailing off, again.

“If you don’t say anything I will. I’ll eat the chocolates, too,” threatens the most annoying senpai Nanami has ever had in his life.

You quirk a brow, confusion evident on your face though your gaze never breaks away from his. “Say what?”

Squeezing his eyes, he realizes if he doesn’t do anything now he won’t ever do it.

“Ilikeyou,” he breathes out, holding out the flowers and box of chocolates in a way that they block your face.

Time ticks by at a painstaking pace while he awaits for your response. Gojo and Geto awkwardly glance at one another, communicating silently if this is the time they make their exist.

He sighs wearily. You’re about to say no, aren’t you? Rejecting him, and rightfully so, because what person reveals their crush in front of two other idiots and–

“I like you, too.”

What?

“What?” he voices out loud, Gojo and Geto echoing the same sentiment. Too many emotions wildly swirl in his stomach as he sees you accept the chocolates and sniff the flowers, evidently overjoyed. He should be, too. He is, a surprised huff leaving him as his lips twitch upward.

But he still needs to ask.

“Are you sure you like me?”

You laugh, a gentle sound that is enough to calm his frayed nerves. “Yes, I’m sure.”

And to confirm your feelings, you kiss his cheek, which flushes immediately upon feeling your soft lips on his skin. Maybe the universe doesn’t completely hate Nanami Kento, a thought he happily concludes as you two look at each other and share shy smiles. If anything, it feels as if you two are the only ones in this room.

“Awww, our juniors are growing up so fast–“

Well, almost.

Nanami quickly grabs your hand and whisks you away, refusing for those two to ruin any more precious moments with you.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento #I might delete this tho idk this feels so rushed💀💀#and I didn’t have time to finish the megumi one🤧

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capsteddybear · 3 years ago

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Our Playlist: ** Red Light Special - TLC

** chapter contains smut

Song lyrics: " I know that you want me I can See it in your eyes. You might as well be honest 'cause the Body never lies."

Chris has been away at work for about a month and a half. You have also been busy with work and have only had time to exchange texts and short phone calls especially with the different time zones. There are occasional skype calls, but one of you is always about to go to sleep.

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You are in your office at work cleaning up after you have just finished your lunch when your phone rings and it's a video call from Chris.

"Hi!" You say with a mouthful of food and wipe your mouth.

Chris has a big smile on his face and tries to keep from laughing, "Hi gorgeous. I miss you. How was lunch?"

"Aww, I miss you too. Delicious, just finished."

Chris makes a pouty face, "Should I let you go since break is almost over?"

You sigh, "Yeah, sorry I gotta go back to work." You tilt your head and smile, "but we can talk later tonight if you're free."

Chris lets out a breathy laugh and smiles, "it's a date."

"I love you."

Chris blows a kiss to the camera, "I love you too, (y/n)."

You hang up the phone and finished cleaning up before going back to work.

Once you get home from work you change out of your work clothes and start to cook dinner. While you're cooking your phone chimes and it's a text message from Chris:

" Almost done with shooting then I'll be on break soon. :)"

"Okay. :)"

You finish cooking and take your plate to the living room to watch some TV. After you're done eating you start to dose off. The last couple of days at work have been hectic. You're woken up by your phone chiming with another text from Chris:

"Filming is running kind of late today, sorry. I'll call you when I can."

"No rush. I love you. :)"

"I love you too."

You stretch out on the couch and groan while staring at the ceiling. You don't wanna get up, but you also want to take a shower. You lay on the couch for another minute before getting up and lazily walk to the master bathroom.

You turn on the water, get undressed and step into the shower. As soon as the warm water cascades down your back you close your eyes and let out a deep sigh. You stand under the running water for a moment letting your body relax before actually taking a shower. Once you're done you turn off the water, wrap yourself in a towel and step out of the shower. You walk up to your dresser and grab a clean pair of clothes. You dry your body with the towel and put on your clothes. You dry your hair as you walk down the hallway back to the living room to grab your phone. You look at the screen and notice a missed Skype call from Chris from about 10 minutes ago. You dial him back as you walk back to the bedroom. You hang the towel back in the bathroom before falling onto the bed. Your phone rings a couple of more times before Chris answers.

You notice Chris laying down on his bed, "Hi handsome."

"Hi, (y/n)."

"Sorry I missed your call, I was in the shower."

Chris gasps, "A shower? And I wasn't invited?"

You let out a sleepy laugh, "when you're back home you can join me."

Chris sighs, "I miss you so much, (y/n)."

"I miss you too." You rub your shoulder from the soreness.

Chris makes a worried face, "you okay?"

"Yeah, it's just been a long week."

"I'll give you a massage when I'm back home."

You smile, "promise?"

"Promise." You both lay there in silence just looking at each other on the screen. You brush your damp hair back and Chris smiles.

"What?"

"You look beautiful. This is my favorite look on you."

"me looking tired?"

He lets out a small laugh, "No, you looking relaxed aside from your shoulder being sore, and you're wearing my favorite flannel."

You bring your hand up to your face and cover it with the sleeve, "I miss you and the shirt smells like you. It helps me fall asleep."

"I miss you too. I can't wait to see you."

"Me either. How many more days?"

"Soon." You smile and let out a little yawn. "I should let you sleep."

"Mmm, no I wanna talk more."

Chris smiles, "but you're falling asleep."

"no I'm not."

He laughs, "yes you are. Your eyes are closed."

You bring your hand up to your face to hide, "no they're not."

"You should sleep. Don't you have work tomorrow?"

You groan, "yeah, but this is the longest conversation we've had since you've left. I miss hearing your voice."

Chris raises his eyebrows and makes a worried face, "I miss your voice too, (y/n). I'll be home soon. You need to get some sleep." You moan and cover your face. "The quicker you go to sleep, the sooner the next day will come and it'll be a day closer to me coming home."

You move your hand from your face and smile, "Okay, I'll go to sleep then."

Chris shakes his head and laughs, "I love you so much, (y/n)."

"I love you, Chris."

"Sweet dreams. Good night, sweetheart." Chris blows a kiss to the screen.

You make a kissy face to the screen, "Good night."

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You wake up the next morning and get ready for work. Before heading out the door you check your phone and you have a text from Chris:

"Good morning. Happy Valentine's Day. I love you, (y/n)."

You have the biggest smile on your face. You reply back to Chris:

"Happy Valentine's Day, Chris. I love and miss you so much."

You go to work and go about your day as usual. Throughout the morning you're thinking about the gift you have for Chris. Well one of the gifts. You decided to play something on the guitar for him the next time you would talk to him via skype. During your lunch break you practice a bit after you eat your lunch. The rest of the day flew by. And you were glad because as soon as you get home you would be able to talk to Chris.

As soon as you open the door you're greeted by Dodger.

"Hi, handsome." You pet him then he takes off like a bullet to the kitchen.

Chris pops out from around the corner and leans against the doorway, "I thought you only called me handsome."

Your eyes instantly get watery and you drop your bag and run into his arms. "Chris!?" He holds you tight as you kiss him.

He pulls back and wipes your tears away, "hi." You kiss him again and more tears run down your face. "Hey hey, why are you crying?"

You let out a little laugh, "I'm really happy. sorry, I just really missed you."

Chris makes a pouty face and wipes your tears again, "I missed you too, but please no more tears or I'm gonna start crying."

You laugh as you hug Chris. "Okay, I'll stop. God, I can't believe you're back. I thought you were gonna be gone for another week."

"I did too, but we finished early. So here I am."

"I'm glad. Welcome home." You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him.

"I have a gift for you in the kitchen."

You raise an eyebrow, "you do?" Chris takes you by the hand and leads you to the kitchen. As soon as you turn the corner you smell the delicious food that Chris has prepared for you. You wrap your arms around him, "Ahh! You cooked for me?"

Chris laughs, "No, Dodger did."

You try to keep a serious face, "wow, he's a better chef than you."

Chris has a shocked look on his face, "what?!?" As he pokes your sides.

You squirm at his touch, "I said Dodger is a better chef than you."

Chris starts tickling you more, "you sure?"

You try your best to escape Chris' hold, but fail. "Okay okay, I surrender. You're the better chef."

Chris stops tickling you and wraps his arms around you from behind and kisses you on the cheek. "Thank you, let's eat." Chris sets up the table as you kick off your shoes and take a seat at the table. During dinner you and Chris talk about work.

"Oh, I have a surprise for you too."

Chris has the biggest smile on his face, "really?"

You laugh, "Yeah, let me change out of my work clothes and I'll show you."

Chris raises his eyebrow and bites his lip, "Mmm, okay."

You laugh and kiss him on the cheek before making your way to the bedroom to change. As you change into something more comfortable Chris cleans up the kitchen.

You hear Chris walking down the hallway to the bedroom. "You passed me".

You hear Chris laugh, "where are you?" He walks backwards in the hallway and stops at the doorway of your home office. "Oh hi" he smiles and walks up to you for a kiss. "You're wearing my shirt again."

You laugh, "Yeah, you said this is your favorite look."

Chris smiles and kisses you again, "it is."

"Have a seat on the couch." Chris turns and throws himself on the couch to lay down and hugs a throw pillow.

"So what's my present?" Chris asks with a little smile on his face.

"Well since you said you missed hearing me play guitar I'll play a new piece I learned." Chris snuggles the throw pillow as he watches you play. As you're playing you see Chris' smile get bigger. By the end of the song, Chris has his eyes closed. You put down your guitar and sneak up to Chris kneeling down in front of him. "Hey, did you fall asleep on me?"

Chris hums, "Mmm, yeah, your playing helps me relax. And the plane ride home tired me out." He slowly opens his eyes and smiles. You lean in to kiss him.

"If you're tired we can go to bed."

He brushes your hair back behind your ear and cups your face to bring you closer. "Mmm, in a bit." You smile against his lips. He pulls you towards him to lay on him. "come here." he tosses the throw pillow on the floor and you straddle him and find a comfy spot. You rest your head on his chest as he wraps his arms around you and squeezes you tight as he kisses the top of your head. "Thanks for the gift. I love you."

You moan as he rubs your back, "I'm glad you liked it." You both lay on the couch in silence. You caress his facial hair and plant light kisses on his cheek as his hands wander down your back to your ass. You let out a soft giggle, "I thought you were sleepy, mister."

He moans and kisses your neck as he slowly squeezes your ass, "not anymore." His hands hold onto your hips and he grinds them against his. You bite your lip and moan.

You whisper, "Bedroom?"

Chris kisses your lips and wraps his arms around you and slowly sits up not to break the kiss. He turns on the couch to stand up while you wrap your legs around his waist. He slowly walks towards the door, but trips on the pillow he threw on the ground earlier and you slip down from him, but his arms are still around you to make sure you don't fall. You gasp and you both start laughing as he holds onto you. "Oh my God, are you okay?"

You have tears in your eyes from laughing, "Yeah, I'm fine. You?"

"Yeah. Shit that's one way to kill the mood."

You grind your hips towards and feel him hard in his pants, "you sure about that?"

Chris raises an eyebrow and kisses you. He smiles against your lips and he picks you up. You yelp as you wrap your legs around him as he exists your office. He carefully walks down the hallway to the bedroom as you rest your head on his shoulder.

He turns and sits at the end of the bed and slowly leans back to lay down as he pulls you down with him with his arms wrapped around you. He kisses you on your cheek and rests his head on the bed and closes his eyes. You rest your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. Chris' hands start to wander down your back and up under your shirt. You moan at the warm touch of his hands. He kisses you and slowly leans forward and sits up holding onto you. His hands travel between you and he slowly starts unbuttoning his flannel shirt that you have on. You rest your arms on his shoulders as you kiss him. When he gets to the last button of the shirt he slowly opens the shirt causing you to put your arms down. He stops kissing you and gasps as soon as he sees the sexy red lace bra that you've been hiding under his flannel.

"Wow."

You bite your lip, "you like it?"

Chris looks at you with dark eyes, "I love it." Then starts kissing you passionately as he quickly removes the remainder of his flannel. He moans against your lips as his hands are on your hips and you grind against him. You run your fingers through his hair as he lays back down on the bed. He rolls on the bed so now he's on top of you. You giggle and look up at him as he gives you a smirk and goes back to kissing you.

Your hands go to his lower back and tugs on his shirt. He smiles against your lips as you start to remove his shirt. He breaks the kiss long enough for his shirt to pass between you two before his lips are back to yours. You feel the warmth of his bare chest on yours and you let out a moan. He grinds his hips down on yours as he kisses your neck. You push his shoulders causing you guys to roll over on the bed against so now you're straddling his lap. He bites his lip before pulling you down to him for a kiss. You giggle against his lips as you slowly scoot down his body.

Chris moans as you scoot further away from him. "Hey."

You continue kissing his chest and scoot down lower on his stomach, "Shh" as you look up to him through your hooded eyes. His hands softly caress your shoulders as you continue to travel lower towards his pants planting soft kisses on his waistline. You look at the bulge in his pants before slowly massaging his dick through his pants. You hear Chris hiss as soon as you touch him. You look up at him and he locks eyes with you and bites his lip. You give him a playful wink that makes him let out a breathy laugh and you start unbuckling his belt. You plant another light kiss and tease him by slowly pulling down his pant zipper causing him to buck his hips towards you.

You let out a softly laugh, "Shh, relax."

Chris brings his hands up to his face, "sorry baby, but you're making it really hard."

You rest your head on his thigh and start laughing, "pun intended?"

"What?!" Chris looks down at you as you're still laughing, "Oh God" as he starts to laugh. He groans as he tries to stop laughing and relax.

You try your best to stop laughing too but Chris can feel you smiling as you continue to plant kisses on him. You feel his body relax more as you hook your fingers in his belt hoops and waist band to pull down his pants and briefs. He thrusts his hips up as you pull his clothing down and his dick springs free. You toss his pants and briefs on the floor as you slowly climb back up his body and plant light kisses around his waist before taking his dick in your hand. Chris moans as soon as you start massaging his dick. He lays his head back on the pillow as you continue to slowly pump him. He moans out your name as you kiss the tip of his dick before taking him into your mouth. Chris groans at the warmth of your mouth around him and brings one of his hands down to you and runs his fingers through your hair. You start to slowly bob your head and you use your saliva and his precum to lubricate him.

Chris groans and lightly tugs on your hair, "Shiiiiiit."

You moan around his dick and look up at him before you start to increase your speed. Chris' moans start to get louder.

"Oh fuck." You tease him and slow down which causes him to pull your hair a bit tighter. You take him in deeper. He loosens his grip on your hair and moans out your name. "Baby, oh shit." You suck the tip of his dick and release him with a loud pop and he opens his eyes and looks down at you. "Please baby, don't be a te-" before he can finish his sentence your lips are around his dick again and you increase your speed causing him to groan and moan out your name.

"Agh! Fuck!" You can feel his chest raising and falling quickly and you hear his breathing getting heavy. You moan around his dick and the vibrations drive him over the edge. "Baby, I'm so close. Please."

You speed up and take Chris as deep as you can. You feel his body tense up under you.

"Fuck!" His cum shoots into your mouth and you continue pumping him. Milking him until he has nothing left. He moans out your name the whole time. You lick your lips and wipe your mouth as he tries to catch his breath. He looks down and sees a smirk on your face. He lets out a tired laugh and pulls you up to him and kisses you moaning against your lips. "I love you, (y/n).

"I love you too, Chris." You rest your head on his chest as he wraps his arms around you and calms down his breathing. You both lay there in silence before Chris starts kissing your neck and tickling your shoulder with his beard. He rolls over so now he's on top of you. He continues kissing your neck and tickling you.

You giggle, "Chris."

He stops tickling you and looks you in the eyes, "yeah?" as he goes back to kissing you and slowly starts tickling you again.

You moan, "Stop tickling me."

He moans against your neck, "why? I like the sounds you make."

You groan out his name, "Chriiiiiss." You start tickling his lower back.

He stops tickling you and his body squirms above yours, "Hey hey, what are you doing?"

"Evening out the playing field."

Chris laughs and starts tickling you again. Your tickle fight goes on for a bit before Chris gives up.

"W- w- wait, wait. I have a gift for you."

You stop tickling his back, but have your hands ready to attack again, "Proceed." Chris lets out a tired laugh and kisses your cheek before sitting up and leaning over the side of the bed to present a gift bag. He places the small bag on your stomach. You blindly reach into the bag and pull out a handful of candy hearts with the little sayings on them. "Ooo, candy." As you take a few in your mouth. You toss one to Chris and he successfully catches it. You reach back into the bag and pull out a pair of fuzzy red handcuffs. You start to giggle and you look at Chris biting his lip trying not to laugh. "And these are for you, right?"

"I can wear them, but they're meant for you... only if you want to. I'm not pressuring you."

You look at the cuffs and bite your lip, "I'll try them."

Chris smiles, "uh, there's something else in the bag too."

You reach back into the bag and pull out a pair of dice. One dice has body parts listed "ear, lips, navel, thigh, and ass." The other dice has verbs listed "bite, blow, nip, lick, suck, and pat." You finish reading the dice before Chris takes them away from you and tosses them back into the bag along with the handcuffs. He carefully places it back on the floor.

"We'll try those out next time. I only wanna use the candies right now." He takes the handful he grabbed from the bag and places it next to you on the bed.

You tilt your head, "Use the candies?"

Chris gives you a smirk and lays back down on top of you and starts kissing you, "You'll see what I mean."

You smile against his lips, "Okay."

He reaches next to you and grabs a couple of the heart candies he tries to place one on your cheek, but you giggle and it rolls off. "You gotta stay still."

You smile, "Okay sorry." You close your eyes and relax. You feel Chris lightly place the candy on your cheek and using his mouth to grab it. "Oh okay, I get it"

You hear Chris laugh, "Shhh." You stay quiet as Chris places a candy on your neck. You moan as soon as his lips touch there. The next candy he places is on your chest. You try not to giggle on the next placement of the candies because he places a few on your stomach and the light brushes of Chris' facial hair drives you crazy. He careful scoots down your body and tugs at the string of your booty short pajamas. "May I?" You don't answer him, but you thrust your hips up signaling him to pull them down. He slowly pulls them down to reveal matching red lace panties. He tosses them to the floor and grabs a couple of candies to place on your thighs and legs. He takes his time eating them. When he's done he crawls back up to you and you wrap your arms around him and kiss him.

He smiles against your lips, "I'm not done yet." He sits back up and bites his lip, "roll over onto your stomach."

You have a big smile on your face and roll over on the bed. You grab the pillow and rest your head on it. You feel the bed dip around you as Chris kisses the back of your neck. You moan and close your eyes. He continues his torturous game and places candy hearts on the back of your body. When Chris gets to your lower back you have a hard time staying still.

"Hey, stay still."

"I can't, it tickles."

"Promise, I'm almost done."

You turn your head into the pillow and moan. You hear Chris giggle as he takes his time on that area. Once he's done you start laughing because you can feel Chris places a candy heart on your ass.

"Oh God."

"Stay still, it's gonna roll off."

You stay quiet and try to keep calm as Chris lightly bites your ass and eats the heart candies. He places the last two heart candies on the back of your thighs and devours them. Chris slowly pulls on your hips so you're laying on your back again. He leans down and kisses you passionately. His hands start to wander down the sides of your body. You thrust your hips up and he moans. You run your fingers through his hair as he kisses you neck. His right hand travels down your side to the front of the panties. He locks eyes with you and you nod your head giving him permission to touch you. His hand slowly travels down to you mound. You moan as soon as he touches your lips. He keeps his touch slow and soft taking his time. You rub his back and bite his bottom lip. You moan out his name as you become more wet.

You thrust your hips up and whisper into Chris' ear, "Please baby." Chris bites your neck and slowly pushes a finger into you. You moan in pleasure as he continues to slowly pump his finger in and out of you. You start grinding your hips against his hand.

Chris kisses down your neck to your chest, "you like that?"

"Yes, baby. Please. More." Chris inserts another finger into you and you whimper out his name. He slowly withdrawals them and rubs your clit making you more wet. He uses your juices to wet his fingers before pushing them back inside you. He muffler your cries as he kisses you. You scratch at his back as he slowly fingers you. Taking his time stretching you out. "Fuck, baby. Right there." Chris pushes his fingers deeper looking for your g-spot. As soon as he finds it you bite his shoulder. "Chris!"

He kisses your neck, "Mmm, found it." He increases his speed and you start to squirm below him.

"Yeah, baby. Don't stop. Right there, baby. Right there."

He uses his thumb to rub your clit as he continues to pump his fingers faster into you.

You wrap your arms around him and hold him tight, "Chris, I'm gonna cum. Fuck baby, harder. Please, baby."

Chris groans and lightly bites your neck, "Cum for me, (y/n). Let go, baby. Let go."

You scream out his name and clench around Chris' fingers. "Ahh! I'm cumming. I'm cumming, baby."

Chris doesn't stop, he pumps his fingers deeper into you making your orgasm more intense. Your whole body is shaking as you hold onto him tightly riding it out. You become too sensitive that you pull on Chris' arm to stop. "Okay, okay, please. Stop, baby. I'm done." Chris stops and slowly removes his hand from your panties. He brings his hand up and licks your juices off of his fingers as you let go of him to catch your breath. He smiles at you before kissing you. You taste yourself on his lips.

"Hi." He holds himself above you as you're still catching your breath. "You doing okay?"

"Yeah, just need a minute. It's been a long wait since we've done this."

Chris lets out a breathy laugh, "only like a month and a half."

"Uh yeah, that's a long time for me."

He bites his lip, "Me too." He leans back down and kisses your neck. "You ready now?"

You moan out a yes as your hands rub his back. He slowly sits up and pulls you up with him. His hands travel to your back and he unclips your bra. He pulls down the straps and plants light kisses on your shoulders as he tosses the bra across the room and kisses down your neck to your chest. You whimper as his kisses get closer to your nipple. He slowly licks your nipple and you lightly tug on his hair. "Ahh, baby." He moves to your other nipple and repeats his action. He moans around your nipple as he lightly bites you. You whimper out his name as he slowly pushes you to lay back down. He kisses your chest and back up your neck to your lips. He leans over to the night stand and grabs a condom out of the drawer. He opens the package and rolls on the condom. You bite your lip as Chris motions you to move your hips so he can take off your panties. He tosses them to the floor before crawling back to you and kiss you.

"I love you, baby."

"I love you, Chris."

He takes his dick in his hand and pumps himself a few times before lining himself up with your entrance. He slowly touches your lips with his dick torturing you. You bite your lip and lock eyes with him. His other hand holds onto your hips and he slowly thrusts into you. He lets go of his dick and uses that hand to keep balance on the bed.

"Shit. Baby you feel so good." He keeps his thrusts slowly, but you have other plans.

"Chris, baby faster. Please." You wrap your legs around his waist causing him to go deeper into you.

"Fuuuuuck." He places both of his hands beside you for balance. "You sure?"

You whimper, "Yes baby, please. I need you."

"Hold on." Chris starts thrusting into you hard causing you to bite down on his shoulder.

"Ah fuck. Yes. Just like that. Ahh."

"You like that?"

You cry out his name and scratch his back as he leans down and leaves love marks on your neck. "Harder, baby. Harder."

All you can hear is you calling out each others names, skin slapping and the bed creaking.

Chris moans "Fuck baby. Are you close?" You whimper and clench around his dick. "Shit, baby. You're gonna make me cum. Please tell me you're close."

"Yes, baby. Don't stop. Please. Don't stop." Chris quickly moves his hand between you and starts rubbing your clit sending you over. "Oh shit. Yes, baby. Yeeeees. Right there."

"Cum for me baby. Cum for me, (y/n)."

Chris moaning out your name causes you to release your orgasm. You clench around him and scream out, "Ahh, I'm cumming, Chris. I'm cumming."

A few uneven thrusts and Chris cums right behind you. He continues rubbing your clit as your orgasm still travels through you. "I love you, baby. I love you so much." He kisses your neck and holds you tight as you milk him. He slows down his touch and pulls out of you and rolls over on the bed to lay next to you and catch his breath.

He kisses you again before getting up and tossing the condom in the trash. He then pulls you close and hugs you from behind. He kisses your shoulder and you reach back to run your fingers through his hair.

You whisper, "I love you, Chris." And kiss him.

"I love you too, (y/n)."

You lay there in silence before Chris' hand starts to wander up to your breast. You giggle, "what are you doing?"

"I'm not sleepy. Are you?" As he kisses your neck.

You bite your lip, "no, why?"

He whispers in your ear, "wanna go another round?"

You look over your shoulder at him, "always."

Chris smiles and grabs another condom from the nightstand. You roll over on your back and watch Chris slowly put on the condom. He looks down and bites his lip, "I wanna try something."

You give him a smirk "Uh, okay. What?"

"Turn around, please."

You do as he says and roll on your stomach. You feel the bed dip as he leans down and plants light kisses down your back. "Oh God, whatever you do, please don't tickle me this time."

You feel Chris smile on your lower back, "promise, I won't." He sits up and pulls your hips up so you're on your hands and knees. You brush your hair to one side and look back at Chris as he pumps himself a few times before lining himself up to you. "You ready?"

You bite your lip, "uh huh." He holds onto your hip as he slowly enters you. You both moan out each others name. "Fuck."

"You okay?"

"Uh huh."

He continues to thrust into you squeezing your ass, "Fuck baby, you're so tight."

You whimper out his name as you squeeze the bed sheets. You thrust your hips back towards him causing him to go deeper.

"Oh shit, baby."

His thrusts get harder causing your arms to slip and your hips go higher. The new angle drives you crazy.

"Ahh, yes. Baby don't stop. Yes. Yes."

Chris grabs onto your hips tight and pumps harder into you. "Fuck baby."

"Chris. I'm gonna, I'm gon-" He leans forward and wraps his arms around you and pulls you back so you're sitting straight up and pumps into you deep and fast as his hand travels down to your clit and rubs it in quick tight circles. You whimper out his name, "ahh! Right there baby. Right there."

"Cum for me, (y/n). Let me hear you, baby. Let go. I got you, baby. I got you." He bites the back of your neck.

You grab onto his forearm as an intense orgasm hits you. "Ahh! Baby, I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Yes, baby. Yes." He continues rubbing your clit and thrusting you from behind. He leans back forward causing both of you to fall back onto the bed, but his arms catch himself from smashing you. He continues thrusting into you looking for his own release. You grab onto the bed sheets holding on as yet another orgasm hits you. "Cum for me, baby. Please, Chris."

Chris pumps into you a few times before he cums. He groans out your name and stays deep inside you as you clench around him. "Holy shit, baby." He stays there for a moment and catches his breath and kisses your back before pulling out of you. You stay on your stomach still clenching the bedsheets and catch your breath as Chris gets up and tosses the condom in the trash.

He slowly crawls back into bed and plants light kisses on your back. You giggle at his light touch and slowly rolling over. "I said no tickling."

"Sorry." He kisses your neck.

You run your fingers through his hair, "I love you, Chris."

"I love you too, (y/n). Happy Valentine's day."

Chris kisses you on the lips before pulling the covers up and wrapping his arms around you.

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laskyy · 3 years ago

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Hey guys! I'm back from my little break! Sorry for talking so long, but now I'm back and that's all that matters! So now let's get to the imagine!

(Btw this is gender neutral)

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You're all that I want

Tw: mentions of food and drinking water, kissing, mentions of making out (let me know if I missed something)

Genre: Fluff

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It was currently 10 p.m. and you were with the boys of P1h on their practice room. You were Theo's best friend and he invited you to come see him practice, because he knew how much you liked to watch him perform.

"Hey guys, what if we played something?" Jiung suggested as he took the final bite out of his food.

The members had already finished practice and you guys were all just talking, eating and goofing around as usual.

"Sure, but what should we play?" Intak asked as he too finished eating.

"Well we could play truth or dare!" Keeho said excitedly as he picked up his water bottle to take a sip.

"Okay, sounds good! What do you think Y/n?" Theo asked while he softly looked at you.

"I'm down!" You said as you becme shy due to Theo's gaze.

"Me too!" Said Jongseob as he smiled.

"Yeah, let's play!" Soul said as he clung onto Keeho.

"Okay I'll start!" Jiung said. "Uhmm... Jongseob, truth or dare?"

"I'm going with truth!"

"Is it true that you think you're better than Eminem?"

"WHAT? OF COURSE I AM!" Jongseob said as we all started laughing out loud at the youngest's confession.

"Okay Jeminem it's your turn!" Jiung said as he wiped a tear that he shed because of laughing.

The game went on for a while and everyone was getting kind of tired and besides that you still had to clean up the place before going home! So you agreed to play one more time and then everyone would clean up, but things didn't really work like that.

"Okay, Theo truth or dare?" Intak asked like an excited puppy.

"I want to go with... Dare!" Theo answered while smiling. God his smile was beautiful.

"Well..." Intak started but stopped when Keeho whispered something that made the puppy like male smirk. "I dare you to stay here with Y/n and clean up!" He said and everyone besides you and Theo started cheering.

"You can't do that! We all agreed to clean up together!" Theo said trying to sound mad, but he sounded quite excited... Did he want to be alone with you?

"A dare is a dare my dear friend! So have fun cleaning up!" Keeho said while smiling.

"Do I not get a say in this?" You asked kind if shocked by the while situation.

"Well... No! Bye bye!" Intak said as he waved goodbye left the room with the other members following suit.

"Jeez! Sorry that this happened!" Theo said while looking at you with an apologetic look.

"It's fine Taeyang! It isn't your fault! And at least we have each other's company while we clean up!" You said as you smiled at him.

"Yeah you're right let's clean up so we can go rest! I'm sure you're tired!" He said as he patted your head softly.

"But definitly not as tired as you are! You killed it during practice!" You said smiling att the blush forming on his cheeks.

"Thanks Y/n, that means a lot coming from you!" He said as you guys started cleaning up.

Your little cleaning session was made up of you guys talking about random events that had been happening and laughing with each other while cleaning the mess on the floor. Once you were finished you went to the door to open it in order to walk home.

"No no no no no no!" Theo said as he pulled the doorknob as hard as he could.

"What's wrong Tae? Why isn't it opening?" You asked as you watched the boy in front of you struggle.

"It's locked! The boys must have locked it out of habit! Oh my god and they're probably already at the dorm!" He said as he put his hands through his hair.

"Okay let's calm down! You can just call one of the boys or something and they can come unlock it!"

"You're right, you're right!" Theo said as he picked up his phone to call Jiung since he was the last one to exit the practice room.

"Hello?" Jiung said.

"Hey Ji, uhm did you lock the practice room door?" Theo asked trying to sound as calm and collected as he could.

"Uhm no I didn't! I even left the key next to your bag so you wouldn't forget to lock it when you're done."

"WHAT? THEN WHY DOESN'T THE DOOR OPEN???" Theo said very distressed and because of that you put your hands on his shoulders in order to calm him down.

"Bro I don't think anyone is is the company at this time! You'll probably have to wait until tomorrow but I'll see what I can do!

"Alright thanks, I guess." Theo said.

"Bye!"

"Bye." Theo ended the call with a stressed look on his face. It's not that he didn't want to be with you, it's the fact that he feels bad that you had to be dragged into this situation.

"Calm down Theo, we'll figure something out! But now while you seem stressed we should distract ourselves alright? Now come here, I can tell you need a good hug right now." You said in a soft tone while you opened your arms for Theo and he gladly wrapped his arms around your body in hopes to relax and feel some warmth. You really loved being hugged by him.

Some time passed and you guys finally let go of the hug while making eye contact with each other, but you broke it off for being too shy to look at him for any longer.

"Uhm.. How about we talk about our first times doing things! Like your first time riding a bike and stuff like that!" Theo said as he still had his hands rubbing up and down on your arms.

"Sure! That sounds fun. Who's going first?" You asked as you both took a sit on the now clean ground.

"I can start and ask you something if you don't mind!" Theo said gently.

"Of course! Go ahead!" You answered while showing a small smile to Theo.

"Okay then, your first time having a partner, like romantically. How was it?" He asked with a teasing smile on his cute face.

"Oh my god! Well it was in middle school I think! The most we ever did was hold hands and then he broke up with me because my hands were too sweaty!"

"Really?!? Oh wow!" He said as he started laughing at your story.

"Yeah, oh well. It's my turn now! Let me think... How about your first kiss?" You asked innocently, waiting for his answer.

"Oh uhm this is embarassing actually, but I've never kissed anyone before." Theo said as he scratched his neck and laughed awkwardly.

"Oh it's okay Taeyang! You don't need to have had your first kiss at a certain age! If you didn't find the one yet, then just wait! It's better to wait to have it with the right person than to just have it to get it over with, you know?" You said reassuringly as you grabbed his hand and rubbed soft circles on it.

"Yeah I guess, but I think I already found someone." He said still not looking in your eyes.

Even though you were his best friend, you had strong feelings for him and the fact that he said this kind of hurt your feelings, but you couldn't just ruin what you had with him. You'd much rather have him as your best friend than not having him close to you at all.

"Oh, that's great Theo! You should tell them!" You said with a heavy heart.

"Well, I think I already made it obvious to who I like, but I don't know if they got the memo." He said as he finally looked at you blushing.

"Do you think the person likes you back?"

"I mean, everytime I display affection, they blush and they always hug me longer, but they might just not want to appear cold, so they reciprocate the affection."

"Maybe you should tell them clearly that you like them!" You said while looking down at your feet.

"But the thing is I'm awful with words!" Theo said while running one of his hands through his pink hair (I know his hair is not pink right now, but I pictured Theo from the image above for this imagine).

"Then maybe a certain gesture, like gift them something, like a letter or whatever." You said hoping he'd let this topic go.

"You're right! I can do a gesture, but maybe I could do something that would show my love to the person through affection... I COULD KISS THEM! Oh wait but I don't know how to do that... YOU COULD TEACH ME!"

"CHOI TAEYANG ARE YOU OFFICIALLY OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND?" You yelled as you were shocked he would ask you such a thing.

I mean, sure, you always wanted to kiss Theo, but not just as a one time thing... You wanted him to be yours only.

"C'mon! I trust you with my life and I promise you that things won't stay awkward afterwards! Please! For me!" Theo said as he kneeled in front of you with both of his hands clasped together as he gave you puppy eyes.

You weren't going to accept, but then you thought this might be your only chance to kiss him, and as selfish as it sounds you wanted him just for yourself and for a moment you could have that.

"Fine, but just this once!"

"THANK YOU! YOU'RE THE BEST! I LOVE YOU!!" Theo said as he hugged you so hard you both fell down.

"Y-you're welcome." You said shyly, because of the proximity between you two.

"Can we stand up for this? I think I'm tired of sitting down!" Theo said as he stood up and straightened his back.

"Sure, it's fine! Wow! I never thought I'd be in this position with you!" You said as you both giggled softly.

"Well, but you are! Better make the most of it!" If only he knew.

"Okay now, for this you should be holding the person you're going to kiss in a way that's comfortable with them."

"Okay, since I'm kissing you, what do you prefer?"

"Well you can put your hands around my waist if that's okay with you!" And as you said this, his hands were around your waist and he was smiling sweetly in your direction.

"Right, what's next!" He asked enthusiastically.

"Well now you need to get closer and just do it. You need to move your lips against your partner's in a way that you enjoy, this doesn't have some sort of formula or something, you just have to go with the flow. And you might wanna picture that I'm the person you like so it's more enjoyable for you!"

He got closer to you as your lips were barely touching as he said "I don't need to imagine anything, when you're standing right in front of me. You're all that I want."

You barely had time to process what he said because he looked in your eyes and closed the gap between your lips softly and you felt as if you were on cloud 9.

You guys were lost in each other's lips. For someone who never kissed someone in his life, Theo was amazing. Your lips fit against each other's perfectly.

He moved his lips against yours in a very slow motion, almost as if he was calculating what his next move would be. You mentally gasped when he took one of his hands that was on your waist and put it in your hair as he deepened the kiss. You didn't feel fireworks like they all mentions in the movies and books, but instead you felt warmth, you felt loved, you felt high on his lips, and you never felt this way with anyone ever.

You and Taeyang kept making out. It seemed like you just couldn't get enough of each other. As if the moment you let go, the world would end. But much to your dismay, Theo pulled away from the kiss to breathe and you couldn't get enough of the sight in front of you. Your favourite boy was standing in front of you with his hair disheveled, lips slightly red and a boyish smile on his face.

"Are you sure you never kissed before? Because my god!" You said as he giggled and pecked your cheek softly, a gesture that made you blush.

"And also, what you said before you kissed me... Did you mean it? Do you like me?" You asked as your voice only got smaller. But by the look on Taeyang's face he still heard you.

"I do mean it, I always did! And I should have confessed first and then I should have courted you and only then kissed you. But I just saw an opportubity and took it. But I truly had never kissed anyone before, you were my first!!" Theo said as he smiled at you.

You didn't have words to answer so you just put your arms around his neck and kissed him as passionately as you could. Theo reciprocated the kiss and this time he went all out and even dared to lick your bottom lip, a gesture that surprised you to say the least but you granted him entrance anyway. Your tongues moved in sync as you held on tighter if that was even possible.

You didn't realise how long you guys were making out until you heard the door open.

"Guys we made I-OH MY GOD MY VIRGIN EYES!" Intak yelled as he appeared shocked by the scene before his eyes.

You guys quickly pulled away and soon the members entered the practice room and they rapidly caught on what happened as your guys' lips were slightly swollen and your hair was a mess.

"Theo! I didn't know you had that in you man!" Jiung said as he put his arm around Taeyang's shoulder. "And Y/n, I'm glad you like our Theo back! He never shuts up about you! It's always Y/n this, Y/n tha-"

"Alright! They get it Jiung! Now let's go to the dorm, me and Y/n are tired" Theo said as he interwined your fingers.

"I wonder why you're tir-OW! WHAT DID YOU HIT ME FOR?" Keeho yelped as Theo smacked the back of his head.

You all went out to the dorm and while in the van you and Theo couldn't help but share small kisses to express how happy you were. Not only you got to kiss Theo as he is now your lovely boyfriend!

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Hope you liked this imagine guys! I decided to post it sooner to be able to finish Intak's imagine in time for his birthday! By the way this wasn't proofread so if there are any mistakes I'm sorry! Let me know what you thought of this and please do request something if you want to! Love you guys 💖💖

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thepinkwriterr · 3 years ago

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Capricorn Season Chapter 10

We’re joining the love birds on their first real date, this chapter from Jimmy’s perspective. It’s very sweet, so be prepared for some teething-rotting fluff. Enjoy :)

Word Count: 2.8k

I was awoken by the feeling of hair on my face. I pulled my head back and opened my eyes, seeing Gwen towering over me.

"It's hour one of our last full day together for three whole weeks. We've got a full day ahead!" Her gapped smile was wide as usual. When I rolled over my eyes caught the time. 6:30 a.m. The blasted sun hadn't even come out from behind the clouds.

"You've woken me today. Took you two months but you finally did it." She slapped my arm in retaliation.

"If you weren't so cute I wouldn't let you have breakfast."

"Oh, you've made breakfast? What time did you get up?"

"Four." Her eyes crinkled as she gave a shy smile.

"Four? Girl, you're going to be tired in two hours. You barely manage with a full six hours."

"That's a risk I'm willing to take for you. Now drink your tea." A small pink cup was foisted into my hands. "Thank you, darling. Let's see if it's up to standard." I took a sip. Not enough sugar and way too much cream. "Wow, that's great! You're gaining a real talent for tea making." Her smile was so cute. Lips curling around straight teeth. Cheeks pinched together in total glee. This is the way she should remain.

"Well let's head down to the table. I am starving! I haven't eaten since like half an hour ago." I tried to stand but she stopped me. "Before we go." Her hands were in my wild hair now. She picked through a few knots and then worked to tie it back. "There," she turned me to admire her work, "you look so cute! I've never seen your hair up. You should wear it this way more often."

"Oh, no, love. That will not be happening. But I will keep it up because you were sweet enough to do it for me." I leaned back to kiss her sweet lips again.

"Okay, we need to leave by 8. That means we have half an hour to eat breakfast so we can have time to shower and dress." She looked down at her watch.

"You're still not telling me where we're going or what you have planned?"

"You really want to know?"

I nodded. "You know I hate surprises."

"Well, that's too bad. You'll just have to learn to love them." Her smile was a sweet contrast to her words.

After breakfast, we headed upstairs. While she showered I dug through my closet looking for a suitable outfit. The weather was becoming harsh, so I would need to dress accordingly. I decided on a simple button-up and jeans. The bathroom knob turned and gave way to Gwen. She was draped in a white towel, steam surrounding her.

"Are those my jeans?"

I looked down at the flares. Floral patches adorned the pockets and the knees. "I think so. Is that an issue?"

"Yeah, I was planning to wear those. You stole my outfit!"

"Well then let me borrow yours." I grabbed the end of the fabric covering her and yanked it off. She was left with only the towel wrapped around her hair. "Jimmy!" She screeched, picking her towel up. "You're an animal!" She smacked my arm. I couldn't help but giggle.

I suppose I'd always had a penchant for trouble. As a young boy, I enjoyed poking at my mates and making a fuss. Seldom did I pull pranks, but when I did I enjoyed them quite a lot. It was that same mischievous grin I wore than that I do now. She looked marvelous, anyway, I didn't understand why she was so upset.

We made it out of the house at 7:45. She was a punctual lady, always checking the time and stressing about schedules. Usually, she stressed so much that we ended up 10 minutes early for everything. This quirk was endearing and rather attractive. She valued her time and never wasted mine. "After you, Mr. Page." She chattered as she opened my door. "Wow, you're really giving me the treatment. Breakfast and opening my door. You're very chivalrous." I gave her a short bow before getting into her car.

She started driving down the road, the car making an unsure rattling sound. She danced with the peddles, seemingly confused about where to put her feet. It was a wonder that she had a license. One would think it's her first time driving. I think I could drive better than her. At a red light, the car hurtled to a stop. "You've really got to get used to driving in London." I laughed as she grimaced. "It's not my fault y'all drive on the wrong side of the road. And who put the steering wheel over here? It looks ridiculous."

"Wrong side? Um, I believe we were first." Her eyes rolled and she sped off when the light flashed green. I looked at my watch once more and saw that it was nearing 8. Not only was she a bad driver, but she was also a speed demon! I feared for my life as we made our way to the museum. If the caffeine in my morning tea hadn't woken me, the primal tingling in my spine sure did.

We had finally arrived. I breathed a sigh of relief as she twisted the key, stopping the car. The nightmare was over. Then I was up and chasing after her. "Aren't we on a date? You should wait for me." I called after her. "You're right, where are my manners? After you, Ma'am." She stopped in her tracks and bowed, mocking my earlier actions. "Well, thank you. You better be taking me somewhere nice. I'm no cheap chap, I'll have you know. You'll have to pay good money to get me in the sack."

"Oh yes, I am well aware. But I'm sure you will find my choice satisfactory." She slipped her hand into mine, swinging it as we walked. This caused a laugh to glide from my mouth. And I did find her choice to my satisfaction. She chose a museum that I hadn't had the chance to see yet. The Victoria & Albert Museum of Art and Design.

"Oh, wow, this looks nice!" She said. The front entrance was lovely, decorated finely with a floral design. We continued to hold hands as we explored the exhibits. We looked at paintings and sculptures, dipping in and out of rooms as we surveyed the selection of art.

"Was this a good spot? I didn't know where you'd been so I picked a place low on the list of museums." She was whispering over the tinkling piano someone was playing.

"Yeah, this is great. I haven't been. But it's fantastic. Marvelous, one could say." I added a dramatic flair to my words. I felt like Robert now, putting on a show.

"I'm glad. I think it's nice too. We should go look at the embroidery!" Her voice was hushed but still excited. She dragged me along as she made her way to the door.

"Woah, look at this!" She pointed to an ornate box. It was decorated with animals and women. The stitch work did look nice. "Yes, it's lovely." I nodded along as she read. I didn't particularly care for the design. I turned my attention to a collection of panels crafted by Queen Mary of Scotts. "They're called "prison embroideries" because they were created during her imprisonment by her cousin. Very interesting. When I turned she was still looking at the box.

"Look, it's you!" She pointed to a section of the casket that had a woman playing a woman holding an instrument.

"I have never played the lute. So no, it is not." I cocked my head in a joking manner.

"My apologies. I thought it was the mandolin. How could I be so... what do you say? Daft?"

"Oh, yes, love. One could say you're quite daft." She gave the back of my head a small smack.

"You ask to take me out and then you rough me up in the museum before we even get into the sheets? You're a lousy lover." I clicked my tongue and shook my head at her. She sent a giggle. A wonderful sound.

"My apologies, Mr. Page. I hope I'm not ruining my chances with you already." Her eyes were stuck on mine. Transfixed. I could feel the familiar rushing in my head. My toes began to lose feeling as the world slipped away. I leaned forward and kissed her. This sent a feeling of warmth through my body. I could feel her all over me. Every inch of skin. Every hair follicle. She surrounded me like a blanket, enveloping me in her wonderful esse.

"Well, that was certainly something." She breathed out with a smile wide on her face. "But we're not the only ones here. So maybe we should save it for later." A blush prickled across my nose and cheeks. A family had entered the section while we were busy. Usually, I wouldn't be so bold. I find it awkward to display love and care so openly. That is private intimacy reserved for the home. I've never felt the need to show my lady off in that way. But she drives me absolutely wild. I didn't care who saw us. I didn't care if we were the only ones in the room, the whole museum, or the world, for that matter. She takes everything I've ever felt and flips it on its head. She makes me look at things from an entirely new perspective. She's the first breath of crisp air when Spring breaks. She's warm water when I come inside from a cold day. She's the comfort waiting for me at the end of the day. I gave her one last quick kiss and we carried on looking at the pieces on display.

We spent a few hours in the large museum, looking through rooms of paintings and artifacts. It wasn't the best museum in London, but definitely interesting. Spending the afternoon with such a lovely woman, and looking at such fine art was fine with me. In fact, it was one of the best days I'd had in a while. Apart from our meeting and first date, it would be my favorite day. It's hard to tell because every day with her was special. There were days when we would do nothing, just basking in our feelings and spending a day in quiet harmony. We moved like two pendulums, so perfectly in sync and painfully aware of the other. I enjoyed each moment with her, every second drawing out to a moment of complete bliss.

I couldn't even feel the chill of January air on my skin as we exited the museum. With my hand in hers, nothing could bother me. I fear the grounds could open and hellfire could rain upon us and I'd be none the wiser.

When we were in the car Gwen switched on the car radio. She drummed along with the beat, creating a harsh thud. Its sonorous quality was a match for the juvenile music. "You like this?" My voice was judgmental.

"Um, yeah? Doesn't everyone like The Doors?" I gave a slight laugh. "Perhaps Americans," I spoke it like it were a curse, to be from such a land.

"Well, I'm American, so deal with it." She took her eyes off the road

"I don't think I will."

She turned the radio to a blaring volume. I covered my ears and waited for her anger to thaw. When it did, which didn't take long, she clicked the radio off. We talked quietly about what exhibits we enjoyed. She told me she liked the sculptures the most and I said I liked the French art. It was rare of me to speak highly of something French, but the art was stunning. How could I turn a blind eye to such a wonderful sight?

Night had finally fallen, the sky breaking off from the bursts of orange and pink. The stars were bright and laid upon the sky like a spread of twinkling diamonds. Each one was special and beautiful, just like every blemish and freckle on her face. We lay on opposite sides of the coffee table while a record spun. Tonight it was Gwen's choice of album. Two nights ago, the last time we partook in this ritual, I chose Salty Dog by Procol Harum. Something I picked up recently. I enjoyed it thoroughly. Spinning on my turntable tonight is Days of Future Passed by The Moody Blues. A lovely mix of symphonic sounds, poetry, and modern prog rock. Wouldn't be my usual choice, but it was interesting nonetheless.

Her copper hair pooled above her head, lying in a puddle against the white carpet. I could see just her head lying past the table. Her eyes were illuminated beautifully in the sparse candlelight. Although I couldn't see her well, or hear her if she chose to speak, I was having fun with her. We didn't need to be engaged in an other-worldly discussion or be indulged in flesh-toned affairs to have a great night. Simply being in her presence seemed to be enough, listening to good music was just a plus.

Every night is a ritual with her. She is always lighting candles with intentions carved in. Always casting a spell. Usually one of love that enraptures my heart and steals my breath. Cannabis smoke is still thick in the air. Although we shared the herb almost half an hour ago the smell still sat around us.

"This album is genius. It reminds me of The Four Seasons by Vivaldi. The way they work their way through the day, I mean. It's similar to the feelings I get during the different seasons. It's fascinating." The way in which her brain works is incredible. I could listen to her for hours and hours and never grow tired. She's a marvel to behold. An entire package that I want to ravage.

"Oh my god, this song is great! I have to see what it's called." She was up, bouncing around before I got a chance to respond. She's so full of life. Another quality I admire so. She is candlelight; so bright and warm. I could live in her light for a thousand years. "It's called Evening. This album is almost finished," a deep frown occupied her face for only a moment, "but then I could play another one! Right, love?" Her first use of my favorite pet name caused a quake in my brain. Euphoria rained down through my body.

"Of course. Anything you'd like."

"Thank you." She pressed a soft kiss to my cheek. I could feel a fire trailing from the base of my spine up to my forehead. A deep heat overwhelmed my senses. Sparks erupted behind my eyes and washed down the back of my head. In an instant, she pulled me to my feet. Her body was pressed to mine. I could feel the heat radiating from every inch of her.

She began to sway in a small dance. I followed her lead, letting her guide me. As the mellow tone of Nights In White Satin flowed from the record player she conducted a simple ceremony. Our feet moved in small circles. I felt her magic through her effortless steps. I put my trust in her as we collaborated on a mindless dance. I felt free and light, just as I always did with her. It was now that I could feel her heart beating against my chest, matching the rhythm of mine.

It was this proximity, this intimacy that lead me to my next conclusion. I had fallen in love with this woman. Head over heels, completely in love. And I had never known a greater feeling. To be in her mere presence uplifted my spirits. She was my muse. Not just in art but in life. She was the reason for the rise and fall of my chest as I breathed. And I found peace in her. I discovered refuge in her love. For the first time, I wasn't scared to love her. I wasn't scared to be open. The box was open and she was beginning to poke her head inside. And I wanted her there. She looked into my soul and I into hers. She looked behind the curtain, then threw them asunder.

The record died out and we continued to undulate without sound. This lasted for minutes on end before she picked her head up off my shoulder. "This was the perfect way to spend our last night." Without another word, she leaned forward and kissed me with her silken lips.

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spencerhotchner · 4 years ago

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Alternative {spencer reid}

Chapter 1

summary: Since quarentine was announced, Y/N decided to rewatch all seasons of Criminal Minds. On a lonely night she wished she could be in that universe instead of this. What happens when she wakes up in 2008 in Quantico?

warnings: angst, a very confused reader, regular cm stuff and my grammar (if you find anything else pls lmk

word count: 2k

a/n: i have this idea while watching a movie about parallel universes and all, so i just wanted to try this out. it will be a 10 parts series! im not really sure about this, i think i kinda hate it but im posting it anyways lmao. i hope you gonna enjoy!

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You woke up feeling dizzy and with a major headache. At first you thought it was because you drank a whole lot of wine last night but then you saw yourself in a room you never saw before. You stoop up quickly trying to understand where you were and how did you end up there. You were sure that you have never been in this place before, and it was scaring you that you showed up in there.

There was a mirror nailed to the wall in from of you almost forcing you to look at your own body, that made you notice that you were still wearing the same clothes from last night, but you weren’t home. Not being home was odd given by the fact you stayed there with your family and two friends you invited over, since there’s a whole freaking pandemic going on and you for sure did not want to get sick or get other people sick.

“Did I get kidnapped?” you think out loud. “No, I just watch too much Criminal Minds.” you tell yourself, trying to calm down.

You reach for the face mask placed on the nightstand, getting ready to leave this random place and go home. You tried not to freak out when you realized your phone was gone and the only cellphone in there was probably as old as your grandmother. You dialed your moms number about five times and all of them went on voicemail, making you curse mentally.

This can’t be happening. Not to me.

As soon as you leave the apartment you were in you realized you weren’t in your hometown, definitely not. It was crowded, like, really crowded and no one was wearing any face masks. Where did the freaking pandemic go? You wondered while you felt like a misfit for being the only one wearing it.

“Excuse me, can you tell me where I am?” you ask an old lady walking by.

“You’re on Main Street, sweetheart.” she says.

“No, um, I mean the city.” you watched as the old lady looked at you with a funny face, as if she was calling you crazy on her mind.

“We’re in Quantico, dear.”

“Quantico?” you repeat, mostly for yourself then for her. The lady started at you like you were an alien. “Thank you so much, ma’am.”

The air started to go low on you, how did you get to Virginia, anyway? That was across the country from where you lived, Bellevue in Washington state. You started lost walking, trying to understand what the hell was going on. It felt like you were on a parallel universe, like you were in a dream but couldn't wake up and it sure felt very real. You stoped a jornal shop taking a lot at the last newspaper in there, trying to figure if something happened that you were missing. However, nothing reported there shocked you, what did, though, was the date.

July 1st, 2008

You were about to ask someone about it when you bumped into a blonde woman, falling on the ground. As soon as you looked up, you almost chocked yourself. If the day was already weird, this was even weirder. A.J Cook was standing right in front of you with a concerned look. You couldn't really say anything, just staring at her like she wasn't real. It was weird seeing her in front of you after only seeing her through screens.

“I’m so sorry!” she said as she offered a hand for you to get up. “Are you ok?”

“I- um, yes! I’m fine.” you san, getting the dirt out of your outfit. “I’m a big fan of yours! Wish I had my phone here to take a picture but- sorry.“ you stoped talking, realizing she probably doesn’t care.

“Big fan of me? Wow, howcome somebody’s a fan of me?” she sounds surprised.

“Well, you’re on Criminal Minds.” you say as it was obvious.

She looked at you as if you were out of your mind. Not that you weren't thinking otherwise at the moment, anyways.

“I’m on what now?” she asked.

Maybe you got confused and she was the wrong person, but she looked so much like her to not be her. If they were not the same person, then definitely twins. This was so weird, once again, you found yourself asking ‘what the hell’ mentally.

“You’re JJ, Jennifer Jareau, FBI Agent and all.” you say, trying one more time. “Behaviour Analysis Unit...”

“Yea, that‘s me.” she let a nervous laugh comes out of her mouth. “How do you know me?”

‘This is weird’ you thought. How does she not understand where you know her from? Literally Criminal Minds, like you said at first. ‘Maybe this is all a dream.’

“I saw you on tv” you try.

“Oh, I see! You like law enforcement?” she asks you.

“Oh yes, I’m in law-school to be a judge someday.” you answered. “The show, all of it just makes me wanna put all them bad guys in jail.” you say, laughing a bit.

“The show...? What?” you hear her whisper, but decide to ignore it. “What’s the mask about?” JJ asks, making you look at her surprised.

“Um, covid-19?” you say like it’s obvious, because it is.

“Oh, sure...” she smiles as she says it, almost like she's only agreeing because she won't discuss it. “Great talking to you, really, but I gotta go, FBI duty calls.” she jokes.

You smile at her watching carefully as she picks up her phone from her pocket and pick up a call. That phone looked awfully old, like 2000’s old. Why would a famous actress have that kinda of phone? Then, you looked around trying to understand more about what was going on. It was all too out of place.

First, nobody wearing masks, not even a single person but you. Second, you were in a city in which is miles away from your own. Third, a famous actress acted like she’s nobody. And fourth, the date on the calendar said 2008.

If it wasn’t just impossible I would say I time travelled into Criminal Minds universe.

After standing there for literal 10 minutes trying to figure it out what you were going to do, you decide to go to the police department. After all, you may have been abducted, right? Because you didn’t have any knowledge of the place, you took quite some time to get there. As soon as you got there you sigh in relief, that has been quite a walk and damn, you were tired of this situation.

“Excuse me, ma’am, can you help me?” you ask to the lady standing behind the counter.

“Sure, dear. What do you need?” she looks up at you, taking her glasses of her face.

“I think I might have been abducted?” you start. “I woke up in this random apartment.”

“Maybe you had a one-night stand.” she said putting back her glasses.

“No! I am sure I didn’t because first of all, there’s a pandemic going on, second of all I was in Bellevue in Washington state when I went to sleep.” you yell, involuntarily, desperate to make her believe in you.

“Miss, I’m gonna need you to calm down or you will be escorted out of the building. You’re probably on drugs, there's nothing we can do for you.”

“Fuck you.” you say as you watch her face get all red.

Frustrated. That could define what you were feeling, scared and worried could do the work, as well. What were you going to do now? Go to the FBI to see if they could freaking understand why you simply appeared in Quantico? Didn't sound like a bad idea in your mind as you decided to just try it out. After all, you were already pretty screwed up, it would worth a shot.

You reached for your back pocket, hoping that the money you shoved in there more than a week ago would still be in there. Bingo! You pull out a 20 dollar bill out of it and the next thing you know you’re getting into a cab asking him to take you to the FBI. Now that’s something you never thought would happen. The travel was quite quick, in 20 minutos you were standing in front of that big isolated building. It looked like it was taken straight out of your favorite show, that was insane.

The wind blew hard on you when you got out of the vehicle, making you shiver a little, that reminded you that you did not have any clothes nor money to buy more. God, you did not even have where to go. You didn't even get the chance to get into the building as a big man steps in front of you, blocking your way.

“Miss, you're not allowed in this building.” he said without much expression.

“But, sir-” you started, as you saw he was about to interrupt you, you go on. “Ive been abducted and I don't know where or how the hell did I get in here, I’m completely hopeless... Please.” you beg him.

He started at you for a couple of seconds, that felt like centuries for you, just to sigh at you.

“Ok, follow me.” he said. “Do not make me regret this.”

“I-I won’t, sir.” you were quick to answer.

The agent asked another man to cover up for him as he led me into the building. Once again you found yourself admired of how much it did look like a Criminal Minds episode in there, if you weren't totally desperate you'd be amused. Soon, you two were out of the elevator on floor 8, leading with the words Behavior Analysis Unit quite big.

“Can you take her to Agent Jareau, please?” the man said to someone who passed by, who simply agreed.

Now, that's a funny coincidence, there's actually an Agent Jareau in the BAU.

You followed the woman with questioning trying to stay calm when you saw Matthew Gray Gubler sitting on a desk reading some book in Reid style, almost like he was Spencer himself. If you had any doubts you were going crazy, that was the final proof. You stoped walking, taking a stare at him and then at the Agent that stared a you like you were an alien.

“Is there something wrong?” she asks you. “Miss, are you ok?”

You were unable to answer for a few seconds when you finally opened you mouth, still trying to figure it out how to say what was on your mind without sounding completely insane.

“Is that Dr. Spencer Reid?”

And that was all you’re able to say because as soon as you let his name out of your mouth he looked up at you, trying to somehow recognize you. You were sure, that time, that you never looked - and sounded - as insane as right now.

“Yes, that's me.” he answers.

His voice was the last thing you could hear before everything go black. Maybe you were finally going to wake up. Maybe.

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fanficbitch · 4 years ago

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In Another Life // First Time Babysitting

October 2008

It’s been pretty obvious that Hotch has been under a lot of stress. Every night he is here later and later and I know it’s killing him. That’s why I’ve taken it upon myself to offer my babysitting duties. I would’ve offered a long time ago, but things haven’t smooth sailing between us the whole time I’ve been here. A lot of the nights at the BAU, Hotch and I are the last ones here. Hotch is here because he actually has stuff to do. I’m here because I am guilty of being a suck up and doing extra work. Tonight is the same.

It’s finally time that I gather up my things and after I do, I stop by Hotch’s office. I knock twice on the door and then he answers. “Come in,” he calls.

I push the door open. “Hey Hotch,” I say.

“You’re still here?” he asks.

“I was gonna ask you the same thing.”

“Well, I’m always here,” he shrugs. “Anyway, can I help you with something?”

“Yes,” I say then move closer to his desk. “I have a proposition for you.”

“Oh no,” he sighs.

“No, no, it’s good,” I say. “I’ve noticed that you’ve been a little tired lately and have been here a little too much. So I wanted to offer my babysitting services.”

Hotch scoffs. “I’m not tired,” he says.

“Yes, you are,” I say. “And that’s nothing to be ashamed of. So I will babysit Jack while you take a nap or go grocery shopping or do whatever you want. Please? I want to help you.”

I can tell by his narrow eyes that he is thinking it over. He actually looks really handsome when he is intently thinking, but that’s not the point. “Deal. Tomorrow night?”

“Um, yeah. I can do that,” I say.

“Okay, I’ll let Haley know. You can meet her at my apartment. I’ll send you my address,” he says.

“I’ll be there!” I call as I leave his office

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Finding Hotch’s apartment was a lot harder than I thought, so I’m running late to babysitting. He lives in some complex on some side street in some part of DC that I’ve never heard of.

I finally land outside of his apartment and knock on the door. It takes a moment, but a blonde women opens the door with a smile. “Hi, I’m Y/N. You must be Haley,” I say as I shake her head.

“Yes, yes, come in,” she says and stands to the side. I step into the apartment and notice that it is pretty bare. I know Hotch just got divorced and recently moved, but other than that, I don’t know much. He must not have had time to decorate. “Thank you for coming to watch Jack. I sometimes need a break from mom duties,” Haley says.

“Oh, it’s no problem! Hotch has told me that Jack is such a great kid,” I say.

“He really is,” Haley assures me. “So, he’s already eaten and been bathed and is in his pajamas. So all you need to do is put him to bed in about an hour.”

“Sounds good,” I say.

“Jack!” Haley call. “Come in here!”

Within seconds, there are speedy steps that land right in front of Haley. It’s easy to recognize him because of all the pictures Hotch has in his office. “Jack, this is Y/N. She is going to hang out with you for a little bit.”

“Hi Jack, it’s so nice to meet you,” I tell him.

“Hi,” he says quietly. I notice that Jack is wearing a pajama set covered with trains.

“Your pajamas are so cool. Do you like trains?” I ask and he nods.

“Why don’t you show Y/N your trains?” Haley suggests and he nods. “Okay, bye buddy,” Haley says and wraps him in a hug then disappears out the door.

“Alright, let me see your trains,” I say and Jack takes my hand and leads me down the hall. We reach a room at the very end of the hall. Now, this is a room that is decorated. There are hand drawn pictures all over the walls and toys all over the floor. “Wow, Jack you are a really good artist,” I say as I look around the room. As I look, I notice Jack’s small bed covered with a soccer blanket and a bookshelf bursting with books.

“Here are my trains,” he says and goes to one of the toy bins. I look through them and begin to recognize some of them.

“Do you like Thomas the Train?” I ask and he nods. “Me too, I think he’s super cool.”

“Percy is my favorite,” he says then hands me a toy Percy.

“I think my favorite is James. He’s my favorite color.”

“My favorite color is green,” Jack says.

“I see a lot of your pictures have green in them,” I say as I look around the room again. “I also see you like soccer.”

“Yeah, I’m really good,” he says which causes me to laugh. “Daddy teaches me.”

I start to laugh again because the thought of Hotch playing soccer is just hilarious to me. “Alright, so what do you want to do? We can color, play with trains or-,” I say.

“Can we read a story?” Jack asks.

“Of course! Pick any book you want,” I say. Jack goes to the bookshelf and carefully selects a book that is large in his tiny hands. It’s If You Give a Mouse a Cookie. “Get comfortable,” I say as I pat the bed and he slips under the covers.

So we read that book, then another book, then another one until it finally got to eight o’clock and told him he had to go to bed.

“Please? One more?” Jack begs.

“I can’t. I don’t want to get in trouble with your Mommy and Daddy.”

“A secret,” he whispers. I sigh. I have to admit, he’s really cute so it’s hard to tell him no.

“How about this, we have a different secret that just the two of us know?”

“Okay,” he smiles. I hum for a moment in thought.

“Okay, here’s the secret,” I say then lean in. “Your daddy is the coolest dad in the world,” I whisper.

Jack giggles once I tell him. “Now, you can’t tell anyone. It’s our secret,” I say and he nods. “Okay, goodnight,” I say then stand up.

“Wait,” he says and I turn around. “I need a goodnight kiss.”

A kiss? I didn’t realize that babysitting required a kiss goodnight. I’ve never dealt with this before. I get down on my knees and press a kiss to his forehead. “Goodnight,” I whisper.

When I finally get out of the room I let out a sigh. That wasn’t so hard. I know every parent says that their child is well behaved, but Jack actually is well behaved. He really is a great kid.

I suddenly realize that I am basically alone in Hotch’s apartment. I know I should go sit on the couch and wait for him to come back. But, I can’t help but be a little curious.

There are only two other doors down the hallway. I take a guess with one and open it, but it’s just a bathroom. Due to my detective skills, I have deducted that the other room is Hotch’s bedroom. I carefully press the door open and turn on the light. I’m a little bit surprised even though I shouldn’t be. This is the most Hotch room that I have ever seen. There are two pillows on the bed and a grey comforter, a single nightstand with a lamp and a picture on it, and a dresser. There is no art on the wall or any decoration. Again, the most Hotch room I have ever seen.

I flick the light off and close the door just in time because the front door opens. I rush down the hall to see Hotch struggling with at least 10 bags of groceries. “Let me help you,” I say and take a few of the bags and set them on the kitchen counter.

“Thank you,” Hotch says breathlessly. “How was everything?”

“Easy peasy,” I say and Hotch smiles.

“Good, maybe I’ll have to call you more often,” he says.

“Honestly I’m free anytime,” I say. There is an awkward silence between us as we try to figure out what to do next.

“Well, I can’t offer much. But if you help me put these groceries away, I can offer you a glass of wine,” Hotch says.

“It’s a deal,” I say and begin to unpack the bags. “So you just went grocery shopping with your free time?”

“Yes, it was actually pretty fun,” he says and I laugh.

“Leave it to you to find grocery shopping fun,” I say as I place a bag of dino nuggets in the freezer.

“I take my alone time whenever I can get it. If it happens to be while grocery shopping, so be it.”

Within minutes, we get through the bags and once we’re finished I turn to Hotch. “So I’ll take one glass of wine please,” I smile.

Hotch pours each of us a glass then leads us to the couch. “Hotch, you got to let me do some decorating for you.”

“What’s wrong with it?” he asks.

“You need some color in here,” I say. “Have you seen Jack’s room? He knows how to decorate.”

“I guess I could put up a few pictures,” he says.

“You know what? I’ll buy you some art as a housewarming gift.”

“You really don’t have to do that,” Hotch tells me.

“No, I want to do it,” I assure him. He gives me a small smile that I haven’t seen from him before. It’s nice.

Before I know it, we’ve both finished our wine.

“Well it’s getting late,” I say as I stand up from the couch.

“Again, thank you so much for watching Jack,” he says as he stands up too.

“Seriously anytime,” I smile in the doorway. I look him in his brown eyes a little longer than is appropriate. I jerk my head away then nod. “Okay, see you at work!”

“See you.”

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pars-ley · 3 years ago

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Bare yourself (part three)

Pairing: CEO Jimin x female reader

Summary: After a serious hack from your office building, fingers start being pointed but in which direction is the right one and where will that leave you and your boss, Jimin?

Genre: CEO au / smut / angst / series / workplace au / strangers to lovers au / boss/employee au

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Warnings: Phone sex / Masturbation m and f / Police interrogation / Explicit language / CEO Jimin

Word count: 3.5k

Beta: @erotikkook thank you!

Notes: Ok, so this took me a ridiculously long time to finish, life is manic but here's the next chapter. Thank you for being patient. Hope you all enjoy!

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"Miss l/n, we know the hack came from inside the building. All I want to do is find out who's responsible. Which means I need your cooperation." Detective Kim Namjoon peers at you over the frames of his dark glasses.

"And like I've said, you have my full cooperation. I cannot tell you anything more than I already have." You respond leaning forward on the table, desperate for him to believe you.

He slumps back in his seat and sighs. "Miss l/n, we can't keep doing this back and forth routine. I-"

"Sir, I love my job and I love this company," you interrupt. "I also think very highly of my boss, I. Would. Not. Do. This."

"How high?"

You freeze at his sudden change of questioning. "What?"

"How high?" He repeats. "Is something going on between you two?"

You straighten your back, looking at him through narrowed eyes, feeling the rock of a lie settle in your stomach and weigh you down. "Mr. Kim, I am a professional."

He puts both his hands up in surrender. "No offense intended ma'am. It's just that some of your other coworkers seem quite smitten with him."

You almost roll your eyes, knowing you were probably just as dreamy eyed as your co-workers but too proud to admit it.

"Oh, and they did mention the two of you cosying up at a recent work party."

You resist the urge to swallow as your heart pounds violently inside you, panic squeezing your pumping organ in a vice grip. You thought no one had noticed your exchange or your absence when you both left.

"We were talking, yes. He offered me a promotion and wanted to discuss it."

He looks impressed. "Wow, what a good opportunity, he must trust you a lot."

"He did."

"Until this?" He scrubs a hand over his smooth face and you nod.

"Um-hm. What would you say you could hack into?"

You frown, not understanding the question. "Sorry?"

"Could you hack just about anything?"

Thinking about it you shrug, "Most things I'd say."

"Even something as impenetrable as this program?"

You laugh. "Sir, I designed the security portion of this program, I wouldn't need to hack into it." You lean forward again. "Let me explain something to you, if I were to do something like this, I would have been in and out without anyone knowing. I would know how to cover my tracks without being detected."

You pause rubbing your temples, "If you ask me, this was done by someone with a limited knowledge of hacking and computers. Either that or this person is trying to frame someone in the company. They're your two options."

He smiles at you, two dimples forming an endearing crevice in his cheeks.

"They told me you were smart."

You rub your face ignoring his remark. "I have been here for hours. Am I free to go or are you going to charge me with something?"

"Just one more question. What were you doing last night?"

Your heart stutters before pounding guiltily against your ribcage, with every beat you're almost sure you can hear Jimin's name. Ji-min. Ji-min.

Folding your hands in your lap to disguise you pinching your wrist under the table, trying to do anything to keep your hectic mind calm as you know you have to lie.

"I was at home."

"Alone?"

The smirk he gives you makes your stomach churn, as if he can see right through you and your lies, as if he can see everything that transpired last night flashing behind your eyes.

"Yes." Your voice comes out raspy, a sudden dry patch in your throat makes you swallow involuntarily.

"Run me through your evening." He sinks lower into his seat, you're almost waiting for him to pull out a footstool and put his feet up.

"We set up the project, waited for it to go live-"

"Who's we?"

"My team, myself and Mr. Park."

He nods and gestures a hand for you to continue.

"Once it was live, we monitored it for a few hours, checked everything was in working order and most of my team went home for the night. It was pretty late by then."

He jots your account down on his laptop, the keys clicking furiously as you speak.

"What time is 'late'?"

"Around 10ish."

He raises his brows. "Is that a typical work day for you?"

You shake your head. "No, it was only because we wanted to make sure everything went ok with the go live, a few tweaks and adjustments had to be made, nothing major."

He nods, eyes focused on his screen. "Is that usual at the end of a project, tweaks and adjustments?"

You shrug. "Sometimes yes, on big projects, sometimes you can't see certain errors until a go live."

"Ok, so it's 10 o'clock and your team have gone home, leaving you and Mr. Park. What happened next?"

You massage your temples. "We spoke in his office."

"About what?"

Your hand slams down on the table, an action you didn't intend. "Is that relevant?"

He looks up startled, then smiles. "Why? Have I touched a nerve?"

You resist the urge to lean across the table and pound your fist into his smug face and instead lean back in your seat with your arms folded, an attempt at shielding yourself. "We spoke about the project and the result. It seemed to be successful, at the time, so we had a celebratory night cap."

He shoves his laptop aside, leaning forward on his elbows, ears pricked and ready. "Let me get this straight. You and the - forgive me - handsome Mr. Park are alone in the building, in his office and having a night cap, late at night?"

"Yes." You reply bluntly, the arrogance of him, so sure he'll find your lie, flaming your veins with rage.

"Does Mr. Park regularly have his colleagues in his office for a night cap?"

"I wouldn't know sir, I'm not his secretary."

"Even if you were, she'd have gone home hours ago, according to you." He pauses watching you, his eyes so intense they feel smothering-suffocating.

His stare eases, releasing you from its hold. "Ok continue, what happened after your night cap?" He relaxes and goes back to typing.

You breathe a sigh of relief, air feeling light and free again.

"We talked, I finished my drink, then I went home."

"How did you get home?"

You pause. If you lie, they're bound to see the footage of you and Jimin leaving the building together, with you getting into his car.

"Miss l/n? How did you get home?"

Here he goes looking expectantly over the rim of his glasses again.

"Mr. Park gave me a ride home."

And there was that infuriating smirk again. "Is that so? Was his driver there or did Mr. Park do the driving?"

You feel the heat on the back of your neck as you're reminded of how Jimin's hands felt on your skin, hot and eager in the back of the car. "His driver took me."

"With Mr. Park."

You nod slowly.

"And I suppose he just said goodnight and off you went?"

"You're correct, sir."

"And Mr. Park will vouch for this story of yours?" He taps his bottom lip with the pen he just pulled out of his pocket.

You nod. "He will because it's the truth." You're both praying and hoping you'd have a chance to speak to Jimin before he got interviewed...if he hasn't been already. God, if they found out you were lying about this, it would make you look so guilty.

"Uh-huh. One other thing…"

Fighting the frustrated growl boiling up inside you, you give him a false smile.

"Do you have any idea why someone would want to hack this software?"

You mull it over briefly, "I would imagine, seeing as it's a security breach for information, that it's to steal. Most of our clients are..." you struggle to find the appropriate wording.

"Rich." He intejects.

You nod agreeing.

"Ummm." He adds watching you, before sitting up and closing his laptop abruptly. "Ok, miss l/n, you're free to go. But we'll be in touch, I assure you."

He stands up and you quickly follow him out of the room. When he shows you the direction the exit is in he turns to face you and holds out a hand.

"It's been a pleasure, miss l/n, I know you probably won't be able to say the same, nevertheless." He shakes your hand with a half smile causing the dimple to return, somehow completely softening his face.

You nod and leave as quickly as your tired body will let you.

The cool, night air hitting your face immediately calms your panicked mind. You need to speak to Jimin but it might not be safe to do so.

"Are you ok, y/n?" A deep voice sounds from beside you, silencing all your other chaotic thoughts.

You spin and see Taehyung leaning casually against the pillar of the building smoking.

You relax at the sight of a familiar face. Jimin's personal assistant has always been friendly and kind towards you. You weren't sure but rumours in your company suggested that the two of them were even brothers, although you doubted it as they didn't resemble each other in the slightest.

"Yeah, glad to be out of there though." You reply, massaging the back of your neck.

"I bet, you've been in there a long time. I saw you leave to go to the station with them hours ago."

You nod. "It's been a long and very trying day. Are you waiting to be interviewed?"

He nods, taking a long drag, you watch as the end illuminates orange.

"Well, I hope they don't keep you in there too long."

"They shouldn't. I've been away, only got back last night. Don't see how much use I can be to them."

He flicks his cigarette into the road and closes the distance between you.

"Listen, if there's anything you need or if you just want to talk or rant, anything. Don't hesitate to give me a call." He hands you his card. "This is a tough situation for everyone, we all need someone every now and then."

His bright, boxy grin has your mouth upturning before you know it. You thank him and hail and cab. Glancing at him, you see him watching you as the car drives away, unsure as to whether he's flirting or you're reading too much into it and he's being his usual cheerful self.

You shrug it off. All you can think of is getting home, running a nice, hot bath and forgetting this day ever happened.

*****

Back to reality as you sit with your silk robe wrapped around you, your laptop positioned neatly on your thighs, going through every possible way someone could have hacked into this, looking for how they got in.

But nothing made sense, this was definitely not a hack done by someone with limited knowledge as you originally thought.

There was no trace of anything left behind, no mark that anyone had even been in. Which only means, the hack had to be someone with inside knowledge of the project already, it definitely wasn't an outside hacker.

A more alarming finding was discovering the computer used for the hack was actually yours.

But why make it so obvious where the hack took place and which computer...unless...someone is trying to frame you. This wasn't something you had realistically considered.

If you were honest, no one was even jumping out at you as a suspect. You trusted everyone in your team and everyone who helped on this project.

You sigh, massaging your temples as you try to clear your mind.

A harsh knock on the door makes you jump and you glance at your phone.

02.31.

Who on earth would be knocking at this hour?

You head over, opening the door slightly with the chain still pulled tight across, to see a man; hat pulled down covering his eyes, standing there handing you a small, brown package through the gap.

"It's from Jimin." He says quietly. You watch his mouth - the only part of his face you can see - stretch into a gummy smile, before turning and exiting the building.

Bewildered, you close the door and rip open the box. Staring at its contents and searching for some kind of note explaining what on earth this is for.

A phone.

What are you supposed to do with it?

You take it out, examining it and noticing the mistletoe background. Just like the mistletoe you first kissed Jimin under.

You jump out of your skin, fear firing an ice bolt right through you as it lights up and starts ringing.

Hesitantly, you answer. "Hello?"

"Y/n," Jimin's breathy voice sounds in your ear and sends a scattering of goosebumps across your skin. "I'm sorry for the cloak and dagger but I'm unsure if I'm being watched."

"By the police?" You ask, worried at the urgency in his voice.

"Not just them. Listen," he starts before you can interject. "I want you to know that no matter how it seems or what I say in front of other people, I do believe that you had nothing to do with this hack."

The relief that floods you has your shoulders relaxing instantly, not even aware they were tense. "I am glad to hear you say that, thank you."

"I also want to apologise, I did not mean for your involvement with me to put you at risk of any trouble."

You frown, trying to make sense of his words. "I really don't see how the two are connected."

He sighs and the urge you have to comfort him, to wrap your arms around him until his stress is eased, almost has you putting on your shoes and coat. "It doesn't matter. Things are complicated with me and it wasn't fair for me to drag you into that."

"Hey, hey," you sit down on the edge of your bed. "You didn't drag me anywhere. I'm a big girl Jimin, I can make my own decisions, last night being one of them and I definitely do not have any regrets about that."

You're met with silence as you find yourself fiddling with the bedsheets, reminiscing his touch.

"I most definitely do not regret it either." He finally says. You think you can hear a slight smile in his voice. "That was a moment I had wanted for longer than I care to admit."

His unexpected confession causes a furious blush to creep up your chest.

"I wish I could see you." The desperation in his voice makes you hot underneath your robe.

"Why don't you come over?" You ask, hesitantly biting your lower lip.

"I wish I could, lord knows I do, but I can't risk it, for your sake."

You collapse back on the bed in frustration, his scent jumps up and captures you, pulling your mind into filthy places. "My bed sheets still smell like you." You say the words before thinking them through.

"Do they?" His voice is suddenly husky and full of want. "And what is going through that impressive mind of yours?"

"You are. Your touch, your taste, how I wish to feel your perfect lips on me again." Your hand makes its way down to open your robe, cool air hitting your skin and puckering your nipples.

"Hmm-mm, and what are you doing while you're thinking about me?" He asks.

"What do you want me to do, Jimin?" You accentuate his name, knowing how much he loves it when you say it.

"Touch yourself." He whispers.

You waste no time in obeying, as your fingers travel quickly down to your throbbing clitorous. The feel of your fingertips massaging your sweet bud makes you moan.

"Oh god, this makes me want to see you even more." He groans.

You use the phone to snap a quick photo of your actions and send it to the number you're on the line too. "Incoming message, sir." You say teasingly.

"Oh, fuck," he says in the distance and instantly followed by the sound of his trouser zipper being undone. "You make me crazy." His voice is right back at your ear.

"Jimin, I wish it was my mouth around your rock hard cock."

"Me too, angel. God, what I wouldn't give to feel you around me. Tell me, what would you want me to do to you?" He grunts, the sound of him pleasuring himself causes a gush of arousal to spill from your eager hole and you spread it over yourself.

"I'd want your mouth on me...everywhere, tasting just how wet I am for you." You pant.

"Just for me?"

"Yes, all for you." You lightly trace circles over your swollen sweet spot, toes curling when he breathes your name down the phone.

"I want to be inside you, again."

"Anytime, anywhere, just tell me." You whisper, that undeniable build up already at peak point. "I'm going to cum."

"That's it angel, cum with me."

You unravel, back arching off the bed and burying your face into the sheets, relishing his scent. You hear him orgasm, repeating your name continuously. It makes you smile inside and it makes you feel powerful knowing how much he wants you.

"I have to say," he says, after you both get your breath back. "That was not the reason for me sending the phone."

You can't help but laugh at that. "What was the reason?"

He sighs again. "Mostly, to apologise and to have a way to speak to you that I know is safe. We have to be careful, now."

"Why, what are you so worried about?"

A long pause. "I can't," you can almost hear his inner turmoil, the fight with himself. "I'm just trying to protect you. You don't need to be involved."

You're about to argue but something inside you stills. If you push someone like Jimin too much, he'll only clam up further, he'll open up when he's ready...you hope.

"Keep this phone on, ok?" He pleads.

"More late night phone sex?" You tease, chewing your lip.

"I wouldn't say no," he laughs. "I do, however, just want to be able to talk to you, if that's ok?"

You nod and realise he can't see that. "Of course, anytime."

"I wouldn't say that, you'll never get me off the phone."

You feel yourself smiling like a cheshire cat, feeling like a lovesick school girl again. What has this man reduced you to?

"Goodnight y/n. Sleep well, angel." He hangs up the phone, leaving your heart stuttering and your stomach flipping with excitement. The prospect of something new on the horizon, even with all the current problems you're facing, something still seeming positive might come out of this. All you can do is hope.

******

Getting ready for work the next morning you felt conflicted, part of you was on cloud nine, drifting blissfully along on nothing but hope and dreams. The other part was dreading the work day and what it could bring, plus you still had your own discreet investigating to do.

A harsh, yet cheerful rap on your door, startled you.

Rushing to the door to see who it is, a small part clinging onto a chance it could be Jimin, only to be disappointed when you open the door and find detective Kim Namjoon staring back at you.

"Ah Miss l/n, I'm so glad I caught you before work, could I come in?" The same smug smile stretching his full lips as he leans casually against your door frame, his laptop hooked under his arm.

"Really? Right now, I'll be late for work." You reply, feeling a bit like a deer caught in headlights.

"That's ok, I've already informed your boss of your late arrival." He assures you cockily. "So, can I …?"

You grit your teeth and step out of the way, gesturing for him to enter.

You watch as he studies every inch of your living area, peering into your bedroom.

"What is it I can help you with, detective?"

He turns to you, "Ah, yes of course."

Setting his laptop down on your dining room table, hitting a few keys and spinning it round towards you. "You might want to sit down for this." He says, as he hits the play button.

You ignore him and watch.

Video footage of your office building, of you walking to your office partition specifically. You watch yourself sit in the empty building, at your computer and leave again. You look up at the detective, confusion marring your brow and he simply taps the screen where the date and time stamp are.

You follow it, and re-read it at least three times, eyes open wider than ever, as if that'll somehow help you see different numbers.

The frown creases deeper into your forehead as your brain catches up with the fact that the video shows you, alone in the building, at the exact time and date of the hack.

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