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tippedbykreider · 1 year

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it's all coming back to me | c. kreider (part viii)

(Part VII ICYMI)

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings: slow burn, exes to lovers, relationship breakdown, swearing, alcohol, 18+

Author’s Note: This feels like progress. Doesn't this feel like progress to you?

Summary: Chris Kreider x Reader Insert. They say that all good things come to an end, that you can never have too much of a good thing, but when Chris decided to end your relationship you wondered how anything could ever be good again. A chance meeting 9 years later drags up all those feelings you both thought you were done with. Can you work through your hurt and pain to see what it is that Chris is trying to show you? Or are some things better left forgotten?

Tagging: @laurenairay; @thebookofmags; @whatishockey; @robindrake13

It had been over a week.

It had been over a week since Chris had heard from you and over a week since you’d shared you were going on a second date with Sam and his disposition could only be described as sour. Chris had few smiles for his teammates, even Mika, and his temperament when it came to reporters was uncharacteristically surly. Perhaps the worst part of it all was that he’d once again found himself in a slump and despite him trying his utmost to drown out the background noise that was the internet, it was hard to ignore comments that called for his immediate trade. He wondered if you’d noticed. He wondered if you even cared.

The Rangers’ latest win against the visiting Capitals hadn’t hit the way that it should and despite the jovial atmosphere in the locker room, Chris felt anything but.

“You comin’ out for a few, Kreids?” Lindy asked as he took off his pads.

“Nah,” Chris shook his head. “Not tonight.”

“Awww, c’mon,” Trouba piped up. “Not even for one drink? If this is about the turnover in the neutral zone-”

“It’s not,” Chris snapped before exhaling to collect himself, a forced evenness in his voice as he spoke again. “It’s not about the turnover. I’m just not feeling up to it tonight.”

Mika gave Trouba a look that told him not to push.

“A’ight,” Jacob shrugged as he turned away.

Chris wordlessly removed the rest of his pads, pulling at the velcro with more force than was necessary, all the while Mika watched him with furrowed brows.

“Hey, how about we grab a quiet drink somewhere, just the two of us?” he offered, quiet enough for Chris’ ears only.

“Mika-”

“One drink,” Mika pressed gently. “One drink and I swear I’ll let you go home to mope.”

“‘m not moping,” Chris groused as he stood and grabbed his towel.

“Sulk, then.”

Chris went to protest but stopped himself at the good-natured smile his best friend was giving him and simply sighed instead.

“Fine,” Chris conceded. “One drink.”

Chris didn’t see Mika’s triumphant little smile as he turned away to head to the showers but he knew Mika well enough to know that he’d be feeling rather pleased with himself right about now. He also knew that Mika would coax out the truth about what was truly bothering him, one way or another and he knew that would mean having to talk about you, which he truthfully didn’t know how he felt about. Perhaps it would be good to get it all out, to get a third party perspective on it all, but it still didn’t change what happened and it certainly didn’t change the fact that you were clearly moving on with your life.

The walk from Madison Square Garden was mostly silent but not uncomfortably so. Mika had found a quiet little piano bar in Chelsea that wasn’t too far and there was little chance of them running into any teammates. The pair slid into a booth near the back of the bar and shrugged out of their jackets, Chris picking up the menu and studying it intently as if that would stop Mika from pursuing whatever line of questioning he knew was imminent. Mika watched him, his usually soft eyes uncharacteristically keen while he waited. Chris could feel Mika’s gaze on him, steady and unwavering and after a few more breaths he put down the menu with a soft exhale. Better to rip the band aid off and get this over with.

“So what’s going on with you?” Mika asked.

“Wow, cutting right to the chase,” Chris remarked. “We’ve not even ordered our drinks yet.”

“Figured I’d get ahead,” Mika shrugged in reply, eyes still keen on Chris.

Chris paused for a moment and glanced around the bar, giving himself time to gather and order his thoughts. He supposed he didn’t need to start from the very beginning, given that Mika knew about you, at least in part.

“Remember when we met up after summer break and you asked me if there was a girl?”

“Yeah, which you denied pretty enthusiastically,” Mika replied, a little smile playing on his lips. “There was, wasn’t there? I knew you were bullshitting us.”

“It’s not as simple as that,” Chris shook his head.

“Sure it is. There either was a girl or there wasn’t.”

Chris exhaled.

“Remember that girl from college I told you about?”

“The one you lived with, right?” Mika asked.

“Yeah,” Chris answered, his eyes sad. “She was the only person I’ve ever loved, like truly loved.”

Mika nodded in wordless encouragement.

“And I messed up pretty bad,” Chris continued, his voice rougher than Mika had ever heard it. “I hurt her.”

“C’mon, Chris,” Mika said gently. “I know you and I know that you’d never hurt anyone intentionally.”

“Doesn’t matter if it was intentional or not,” Chris countered. “My actions hurt her. I thought in some stupid way that by doing what I did, I was protecting her but it wasn’t my decision to make. I left her behind in Boston because I thought I was doing right by her but I never even asked her what she wanted.”

“You were young, Chris,” Mika reasoned. “You made the decision you thought was right at the time.”

“Doesn’t mean it was truly the right one though, does it?”

Mika watched as Chris’ shoulders rose and fell with his sigh, giving him a moment before speaking again.

“So what happened?”

“I bumped into her,” Chris answered plainly. “In Rowayton of all places.”

“No shit,” Mika exhaled. “Did she recognise you?”

“I recognised her first.”

Mika chewed his lip for a moment while he processed Chris’ revelation.

“That’s… huge,” Mika said eventually, Chris merely nodding in response. “What happened? Did you talk to her?”

“Yeah,” Chris replied. “And we got talking and it was rough and she bolted, which is fair, y’know? But then I bumped into her again in Stamford.”

“Fuck,” Mika breathed. “Like bumping into her once? That’s nothing to really pay attention to, but twice?”

“Feels like some sort of shitty joke on the universe’s part, right?”

“Or divine intervention,” Mika offered. “If Irma were here she’d say that was a sign that the two of you weren’t done.”

“Oh, I think we’re pretty done,” Chris grimaced. “She’s been moving on.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“Because she told me,” Chris said matter of factly.

“So you guys have been talking, then?”

“We met up again in person and talked more about stuff, y’know, about what happened with us. Since then we’ve exchanged a few texts here and there,” Chris confirmed. “And it kind of felt like things were going somewhere, I don’t know where exactly but… I dunno, it just felt less strained and maybe like something resembling friendship, and then she told me that she’d been on a date with a guy and that went well so they arranged a second one.”

“And how do you feel about that?” Mika asked.

“Like shit,” Chris replied bluntly. “And I know I have no right to because I’m not anything to her anymore, but…”

“It still hurts,” Mika nodded. “And it’s gonna. She was your girl, Chris. You loved her, that sort of stuff doesn’t just go away.”

“It has for her,” Chris countered.

“You don’t really know that,” Mika offered. “You don’t know what she’s thinking, what she’s feeling.”

“No,” Chris conceded. “But it’s been a decade and she’s dating and that’s enough of a sign. I couldn’t have expected her to still be waiting on me after all this time, not after what I did. So I told her I was happy for her but she’s left me on ‘read’.”

“Shit, Chris. I’m sorry.”

“It is what it is,” Chris shrugged, relieved at the sight of the waitress coming over to take their order and giving him a much needed reprieve.

To Chris’ surprise, Mika didn’t push the subject further once their drinks were ordered and conversation turned to Mika and Irma’s upcoming wedding. True to his word, Mika didn’t press Chris to stay for a second drink and the two parted ways with a hug and a goodnight, Chris taking the short walk home to his apartment while Mika grabbed an Uber.

Somehow the apartment felt emptier tonight, hollow even. Perhaps it was simply reflecting Chris’ energy right back at him, perhaps not, but as Chris hung up his jacket and kicked off his shoes he couldn’t help but pay attention to the ache that sat deep within his chest. It had been years since he’d come home to you, so long that, truthfully, he wasn’t even sure if he could really remember just what that was like. Your apartment together always smelled so good, Chris remembered that much, always a vanilla candle burning whenever you were home, and you would always call out ‘Marco’ to him whenever he stepped through the door, eagerly awaiting his ‘Polo’ in reply. You would repeat this until you finally got eyes on him, greeting him with a “hello, Marco” and a big smile. He never truly understood why you did it, but he would indulge you every single time without question.

The hurt washed over him again, like a rogue wave and he couldn’t help the quiet sniffle that escaped him. You’d never been in this apartment, he’d never experienced the grace of your presence in this space he called ‘home’ and yet tonight it seemed so barren without you, completely devoid of any vibrancy. He wondered how that was possible, how a space could miss something it never had, how his apartment felt as if it had a you shaped hole in it when it had never known anything other than Chris. Perhaps this place had never been whole and that it was only now, in the swirling waters of his hurt and grief, that Chris was realising it. Maybe it wasn’t the apartment at all that wasn’t whole, maybe it was Chris and he was beginning to wonder if he’d ever truly been whole since the day he closed the door on your shared home in Boston for the last time.

It took you three days to reply to Sam.

You’d picked up your phone to do it multiple times over the 72 hour period, even getting as far as opening the text conversation on a few occasions, but each time something stopped you right in your tracks. You couldn’t deny the fact that Chris had been on your mind more often than not over the last couple of days and that in itself was equal parts maddening and confusing. You were angry with yourself for allowing your mind to wander the way that it had, angry that you had let yourself slip but you continued to tell yourself that thinking about Chris subconsciously while you touched yourself meant nothing. It was the wine. It had to be the wine.

And yet despite this, you still hadn’t rushed to reach out to Sam either and perhaps that spoke even more volumes. You’d very quickly chased away the idea that you were hesitating because of Chris, it simply being too ludicrous to give any sort of meaningful acknowledgement, but you also couldn’t think of any other tangible reason for it either. Even as you finally text Sam back, there was the distinct sense that it was forced, something you hoped wouldn’t come across in your message, and even as you found yourself agreeing to date number three, it all just felt a little contrived. A little insincere. You hoped as the days passed that the feeling would dissipate, that the thoughts of Chris would recede like fog being chased away by the mid-morning sun and you would rekindle those feelings of initial excitement at the prospect of new romance, but as you stood in front of your closet ahead of your date trying to decide what dress to wear, you felt nothing.

The kiss Sam gave you as he picked you up didn’t flutter the butterflies in your stomach like it had done before and the feeling of your hand in his as you walked from the car to the restaurant felt foreign, wrong even. You’d suggested doing something different this time, like a movie or bowling, but Sam had insisted on taking you to dinner with the promise that you could choose the date activity next time. You couldn’t help but think back to your dates with Chris, the pasta making class he’d booked where you both left absolutely covered in flour, the time he took you ice skating, the time you made a Christmas wreath together for your apartment door. All the concerts, the plays, trips to bookstores and record shops, walks in the park with kisses that tasted of coffee and cake. Those dates in each other’s dorms where Chris would somehow manage to eat a 16 inch pizza to himself and still finish strong with a pint of ice cream. You smiled involuntarily at the memory before it quickly faded at the sound of the restaurant door closing behind you, bringing you back down to Earth.

You forced a smile through dinner, socially aware enough to know when to nod and laugh in all the right places, but you couldn’t deny the overwhelming relief in your chest when the check came. You’d hoped that Sam hadn’t noticed; he hadn’t seemed to but you then questioned whether he was simply being polite. He certainly seemed like that kind of guy. You cursed yourself. You cursed yourself for living inside of your own head, for thinking about Chris, for being a bad date. After all, this was what you wanted, right?

This was you, once again, trying to move on and move forward with your life, leaving the past in the past and all you seemed to get for your trouble was a ‘nearly but not quite’ version of the man you were trying to leave behind. There was nothing wrong with Sam, of course and in any other timeline, where your path never crossed Chris’, you were certain you could have had a fourth date with him, maybe even a fifth, to see where this would lead. But if this whole evening, this whole week, had achieved anything, it had simply reaffirmed what you already knew to be true in your heart, that you’d never really let Chris go and while some men might come close, there was nothing quite like the real thing.

It was too easy to let your mind drift during dinner, the conversation that had initially been scintillating suddenly feeling a little lacklustre through no fault of the man in your company and the bottle of Sangiovese he’d ordered for the table, a wine that Chris would order every single time, had you crawling back into those corners of your mind where you’d stored away every memory of every single date you ever had with Chris Kreider for the second time that night.

The evening ended with a chaste kiss on the cheek and a vague promise to do this again sometime, but instead of the disappointment you’d expected to feel, there was instead a strange and unexpected feeling that was akin to relief. No, clarity.

You weren’t over Chris, that much was clear as day to you now and for better or worse your heart still clung to the man who had both given you so many happy memories, so much joy, and had shattered your world. It was the reason why you’d accepted and reciprocated contact after a decade, why you hadn’t brushed him off, why you’d let him back into your life, even if you had been keeping him at arm’s length for the most part. Your reckless heart still called out to his, even if your cautious head was screaming at you to stay away, to be careful, to protect yourself. You couldn’t help but let him back in, because even if you couldn’t say that you truly forgave him for what he did, you could never say that you ever stopped loving him. Not really.

All you had to do now was to decide just what exactly you were going to do next.

The last thing Chris expected on a Tuesday night after a game at home to the Predators was a phone call from you and he found himself hesitating for a number of reasons, not least because of the late hour. This was the first time hearing from you since you’d left him on ‘read’ and if he was being truthful, he still wasn’t over the knock to his pride. But it was late and Chris knew that he would never forgive himself if you were in some sort of trouble and he ignored your call. It was that thought that had him reaching for his phone, a forced calmness in his voice as he answered.

“Hey, is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” you answered, a slight edge to your voice that Chris couldn’t quite place. “I just… I saw the game and I wanted to check in, make sure you were okay.”

Chris’ face flushed in embarrassment and he was thankful that you couldn’t see him at that moment. The game you referenced was nothing short of a shit show and Chris hadn’t seen much of the ice in the third period, the benching he received completely justified in his own opinion, but still stung nonetheless.

“I’m fine,” Chris lied. “Just have to correct the mistakes, learn from it and move on to the next one.”

It was such a PR friendly response, one he’d throw out during a postgame interview and he was so tired that he hadn’t even tried to mask the overly rehearsed delivery with something a little more sincere. He’d half hoped you wouldn’t notice but, of course, you’d prove him wrong. You always could cut right through all the smoke and the mirrors to get to the very heart. It was one of the things he’d always loved about you.

“I’m not a reporter, Chris,” you gently scolded. “Please don’t treat me like one.”

Chris had to swallow down a scoff at that. You were right, of course, you weren’t a reporter, but Chris also wasn’t sure just what the hell you were anymore. One thing he was certain of though was that he absolutely wasn’t about to take a lecture from you, not when he’d not heard from you for so long. Not with how things were left between you both. But Chris was tired. His body was tired, his mind was tired and his heart was tired. He didn’t have it in him to get into it with you. Not tonight.

“It was just a bad night,” Chris offered lamely. “I’ve gotta be better. No two ways about it.”

“I know you will be,” you replied, a genuine softness in your voice that Chris picked up on immediately. “You’ll make it right.”

Chris sat up at that, unsure if he’d imagined the veiled message behind your words, whether it was merely a trick of the mind or if there truly was so much more that you were saying.

“I hope so,” he managed after a breath or two. “I mean, I’m trying.”

“I know.”

Chris exhaled at that, his free hand coming up to rub his face. He was exhausted and he wasn’t sure he had the energy to play this perceived game of emotional chess with you. He figured he’d cut right to the chase.

“Why are you really calling, Pickle?” he asked, voice rough. “You just… ghosted me.”

“I know,” you replied quietly. “I’m sorry, Chris. I… I don’t know why I did that.”

“I meant it, y’know. I’m happy for you, I’m happy to see you finding happiness and someone who is good to you.” The sniffle on the other end of the line was barely inaudible and had you said something, anything, Chris would have missed it. “Pickle?”

“I’m sorry,” you breathed out, fighting hard to suppress the waver in your voice and taking a few breaths to compose yourself. “I should let you go to bed. You must be exhausted.”

“I’m alright,” Chris assured, not prepared to let this drop so easily. “What’s going on?”

“It’s nothing-”

“Please,” he cut you off firmly. “Don’t. Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Lie to me,” he gritted. “Don’t lie to me.”

The silence through the phone was deafening and were it not for your tiny exhale on the other end of the line, Chris would have thought you’d gone completely. He wasn’t about to let this lie. You’d been the one to call him, after all and that meant something. It had to mean something.

“I just,” you started, after what felt like an eternity of silence and choosing your next words carefully. “It just didn’t work out between Sam and I.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah…”

There was another pause.

“I’m sorry,” Chris said quietly after a moment.

“It’s… It’s just the way it goes sometimes.”

“Yeah,” he replied. “Yeah, I guess it does.”

Chris paused for a few breaths, caught between wanting to push further and not wanting to seem intrusive. It wasn’t really any of his business why it didn’t work out between you and Sam, not really and yet he knew there was more to it. More that you weren’t saying for reasons he wasn’t entirely sure of but felt like he needed to know.

“What happened?” he asked eventually.

“We didn’t work out.”

“So you said,” Chris replied sceptically. “Okay, let me rephrase my question. Why didn’t you work out?”

You cursed him internally, both in knowing that he wasn’t about to let you deflect and because the nature of his question meant that you were really going to have to think about the way you would answer him.

“Because,” you started on the exhale of a breath, unsure even as the word came out of your mouth where you were going to go with this. What could you say? Tell Chris that you weren’t over him? That you called time on things with Sam because he simply wasn’t Chris? Sure, it was the truth, but it wasn’t something you were certain you were ready to share, not least because you knew you weren’t ready for the consequences of that, whatever they happened to be. “Because it just didn’t feel right with him. I don’t know how else to say it other than that.”

Chris knew that he wasn’t going to get anything more out of you and he wasn’t going to rock the boat by pressing the issue further and so, with reluctance, he dropped it.

“Well, if it doesn’t feel right then it doesn’t feel right,” he replied simply. “You can’t force that kind of thing.”

“No,” you agreed. “No, you can’t.”

There was a brief silence that descended between you, filled with all the words neither of you could say and weighted with feelings that you weren’t ready to openly express.

“I am sorry, though,” Chris said finally. “Truly.”

“Yeah,” you replied hoarsely. “Me too.” You hesitated a moment more before wishing Chris goodnight. “You really should get some rest.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he acknowledged, the hint of a smile in his voice. “I’m goin’.”

“Goodnight, Christopher.”

“G’night, Pickle,” he replied softly. “And please don’t be a stranger.”

You smiled at that, for the first time in days.

“I won’t. I promise.”

The next few weeks for Chris passed in what could only be described as a complete blur. The schedule somehow seemed more unforgiving than usual and Chris was desperately looking forward to the All Star Break where he could pause and finally catch his breath. He’d made no firm plans which, while not like him, he was content with. He’d toyed with the idea of booking a vacation somewhere warm, where he could bask in the feeling of the sun on his skin and sand between his toes, but the thought of travelling seemed like too much effort, even if St Barts was lovely at that time of the year. Perhaps he’d venture as far as Rowayton and blow the cobwebs away with fresh sea air, or perhaps he would stay in Manhattan and get lost in a good book. The latter sounded mighty tempting, especially as it had been a while since he’d spent a day wandering the city, going from bookstore to bookstore with plenty of coffee stops in between.

There might have been something else keeping him in the city, although Chris would never admit to it. He didn’t want to be that guy, the one waiting on you. He also didn’t want to just let you back in so easily. You’d ghosted him once, you could do it again. But even so, the frequency of texts seemed to increase with each day that passed and soon he found himself calling you on the way back from practice or on drives home from the airport, just as you called him on your commute home or while you were cooking dinner. It was nice, Chris thought. Nice to have you back in his life and nice to have something that could very easily fit the definition of friendship, especially after everything that had happened. Those calls soon became FaceTimes and before long it was a normal occurrence for Chris to catch up with you that way before turning in for the night.

It was the final away trip before the All Star break and he’d found himself in a hotel room in Pittsburgh. It was getting on for 9:30 and while some of the younger guys had taken themselves out into the city for drinks after dinner, Chris had been content to come back to the room, take as hot a bath as he could stand and catch an earlyish night. His book was already on the nightstand and he’d not long changed into a pair of loose cotton pyjama pants. He settled himself on the bed, propped up with every pillow at his disposal, and called you.

You groaned as you climbed into bed, your body aching in a way that it hadn’t for a very long time, although you supposed that’s what you got for leaving it so long to go back to the gym. The bath you’d taken had worked wonders for your muscles, that is, until it was time for you to get out and then it was as if your legs had completely forgotten how to do the whole standing thing. You’d made something akin to a nest with your pillows and scatter cushions, with your book and herbal tea sitting on the nightstand ready and waiting for you. Your phone vibrated beside the mug and you couldn’t help the smile on your face at the sight of Chris’ name on the screen, his call unexpected but welcome all the same.

You were still wearing your smile as you answered, Chris’ face soft and sleepy on your screen.

“Hey, you.”

“Hey, Pickle,” he said, voice a little tired. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I mean, I think I’ve broken my legs but that’s what I get for going to the gym.”

Chris laughed softly at that, a little smirk on his face as he spoke.

“You think they’re sore now, just you wait ‘til the morning.”

“Ugh, don’t,” you groaned. “The lift is out at work too so I’ve got like two flights of stairs to go up.”

“Yikes.”

“Eh, serves me right. How’re you anyway? How’s Pittsburgh?”

“I’m good,” Chris replied with a gentle smile. “Pittsburgh is cold. The guys went out for a beer after dinner but I came back, got a bath and figured I’d get a chapter in before turnin’ in for the night.”

“You old man,” you teased. “You shoulda got yourself out.”

“Nah,” Chris shook his head. “Just didn’t feel up to it tonight, besides, it means I get to catch up with you.”

You couldn’t help the flush in your cheeks at that and you hoped that Chris couldn’t read the bashful little smile that played on your lips. Your eyes flitted to Chris’ bare chest, somehow only just noticing that he was sans shirt and the heat in face seemed to burn hotter as your thighs pressed together of their own volition

“I wish I could say I had more news for you but I lead a very boring life,” you said, trying to keep your eyes fixed firmly on Chris’ face in the hopes that it would restore some kind of order to your body.

“How’s your mom?”

“She’s good,” you replied, swallowing thickly. “She’s uh taken up knitting so there’s just yarn everywhere.”

“Yeah?” Chris smiled. “She taking any requests? I could use a hat.”

“Not planning on shaving your head again are you?”

“You saw that?” Chris grinned.

“Yeah,” you said softly. “Yeah, I did.”

A weighted silence fell between you both, not uncomfortable but tinged with a sadness at the reference to your years apart. You winced internally at it, wishing you could take back your words. Chris spoke first, his voice soft and laced with something you couldn’t quite place.

“Well, I promise I’ve no plans to shave my head.”

“Good,” you replied, voice almost a whisper. “I mean, you can do what you want. It’s your head.”

Chris laughed then and it seemed to cut through the weird tension that had started to form, causing you to exhale a breath of relief. You smiled back at him.

“I’ll ask mom if she can make you a hat,” you added.

“I appreciate that, thank you.”

“Don’t come crying to me when she knits you some sort of beret.”

“Bold of you to assume that I didn’t want a beret,” he grinned. “I’m a very cultured guy.”

“Eating everything at a world buffet doesn’t make you a cultured guy, Chris,” you teased.

“Uhhhh, yes it does.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the silly little expression on Chris’ face and it was easy to let yourself get lost in how familiar this all felt. You’d always talk like this. Before you lived together you’d talk on the phone for hours in bed, Chris staying on the line with you until you’d fallen asleep because you refused to hang up, insisting that you weren’t tired. You wondered if he’d still stay on the line with you if you asked him to. You wouldn’t, of course, but you’d like to think he would.

“So what are your plans for next week?” you asked. “It’s the break, right? You jetting off somewhere exotic?”

“Nah,” Chris shook his head. “I thought about going away somewhere but I think I’m just gonna chill at home.”

“Sometimes that’s what you need,” you agreed.

“Yeah,” Chris nodded. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a good poke around a book store so I think I’ll take myself over to the Upper West Side and see what I can find.”

“That sounds like a really good plan, Chris,” you smiled. “It seems like the season’s been a rough one so far, I think it’ll do you good to recharge at home. Do the things you enjoy, y’know?”

“Would you um…”

Chris paused and you couldn’t help but notice the conflicted expression that had settled on his brow.

“Yeah?”

Chris exhaled.

“Would you like to maybe meet up for coffee sometime next week?”

“In Manhattan?” you asked, hoping you didn’t sound too taken aback.

“Or Hartford,” Chris rushed. “I could come to you. I mean, you’ll be working and I’ve got the time to spare so…”

“I could take some time off that I’m owed,” you offered.

“I- really?” Chris replied, a little stunned that you’d not rebuffed him.

“Yeah, then we’re not having to rush for me to get back to work” you nodded. “I mean, it’s been a minute since I’ve driven into New York so god knows how that’ll go.”

“I’ll come to Hartford,” Chris suggested. “It’ll be quieter anyways.”

“You sure? I don’t wanna put you out.”

“You’re not,” he assured. “I’m offering. New York traffic is bad enough, but when you’re not used to it it’s even worse. I’ll come to you, no trouble at all.”

“Okay,” you conceded. “Okay, yeah. That’d be great.”

“I’ll reach out when I’m back in the city and we can sort something out?”

“Yeah that sounds perfect, Chris,” you smiled softly.

There was a pause then, you both somehow managing to hold each other’s gaze through the screen. That warmth that had been in your face earlier had migrated to your chest and you couldn’t help but think how soft he looked propped up in bed. You were glad when Chris spoke again, his words stopping your thoughts from pushing the boundaries of appropriateness and straying into a territory you were trying your best to stay away from.

“I’ll let you get some rest. You look exhausted.”

“Gee, thanks,” you chuckled.

“You know what I mean.”

“I do,” you smiled softly. “You get some rest too.”

Chris wished you goodnight and ended the call, leaving you laid in bed with your heart racing as your mind wandered to all the coffee dates with Chris that had come before and you began to wonder just what this all was and how it would feel to see him again.

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flutter2deceive · 1 year

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Started typing this in the tags of another post but i had more thoughts than i thought and ran out of tags lmao so here's its own post

one of the disconnects of melissa and joe's marriage is melissa wanting to chime in when he talks about work cuz he's living her childhood dream and that's so cool! and joe just brushes her off like 'nah that's not how it works babe... hey grab me a beer while you're in the kitchen.' end of discussion.

and yeah he's probably partially coming from a place of not wanting to rehash his workday cuz it's tough and sometimes really depressing, but he doesn't communicate that; he just scoffs at his silly little wife thinking she knows anything about firefighting. and her face falls a little more each time, until eventually she just stops trying. until eventually she starts to forget that it was even her dream to begin with.

which is probably for the best anyway. it's what her ma always hoped for at least, always pitching a fit about how it's not safe and you should want a big strong man protecting you. 'not running headlong into danger yourself! i swear melissa ann i don't know where you get these crazy ideas'

and then one day this woman comes into school for career day, standing in the hallway decked out in all the gear, hat tucked under her arm and she looks like she might be lost. and melissa thinks 'wow good on her for following through!' melissa thinks 'wow i wish i coulda done that!' melissa thinks 'wow she's... gorgeous!'

and by now this woman has clearly noticed the fiery-haired white lady staring at her with a somewhat dreamy look on her face. (she knows this look well; knows the effect this whole get-up has on certain women.) so she walks over and melissa is startled out of her thoughts now that the object of them is standing in front of her.

melissa offers to walk her down to the cafeteria when she says that's her destination. the music teacher is in with her kids for the next half hour and melissa has some time to kill, so she sticks around and watches this woman- this firefighter's- presentation. and she's instantly transported back to her own childhood, when she'd sit cross-legged on her nonna's living room floor, rapt with wonder as nonna's friend carla spoke of the massive fire she'd helped put out, the kitten she'd saved, the baby she'd placed safely back into its mother's arms.

melissa is just as caught up now listening to this woman- this firefighter- talk to the kids in the cafeteria. melissa could listen to her talk for hours, but there's some guy up there now talking about his accounting firm and oh would you look at the time. melissa stands up quietly and is almost out the door when she feels a hand on her sleeve. she turns around expecting to be called out on leaving in the middle of a presentation- which she wasn't required to be at anyway so she can leave whenever she wants thank you very m--

she already has the response on the tip of her tongue, but she instantly relaxes when she sees that it's her firefighter. or the firefighter, rather. her firefighter is another story, one who is not often associated with instantly relaxing.

"hey, i just wanted to say thanks for the escort."

melissa smiles, says "no problem." she doesn't continue out the door, and the firefighter doesn't move to sit back down. they stand in the back of the room for a few more moments before melissa inclines her head toward the hallway, and the firefighter follows.

as she walks her back to the front office, melissa mentions how she used to dream about being a firefighter. the other woman- aisha, as she'd learned- extends an offer for her to stop by the station any time she wants.

"i can return the favor and be your personal escort."

the offer is not accompanied by a sly wink, but it may as well have been because melissa senses it all the same, a blush heating her cheeks.

the two women exchange numbers, and the following weekend melissa shows up to the fire station (thankfully a different part of town than joe's- she checked to be sure) with a baked ziti and a childlike wonder. aisha meets her at the door, smile warm and welcoming, and melissa feels a fire stirring within her. and she knows exactly who she wants to tend to it.

#abbott elementary #melissa schemmenti #rambling in the tags #that turned into a kinda fic lol #and yes i was picturing hen from 911 so i named the firefighter after her actress lol

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The Reaper and the Death Angel Part 49

This is very late, I'm sorry but my life has been hot wet trash and I just seem to concentrate for more than a few minutes at a time. This chapter is short and total shit, things will be better soon.

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Part 48

Contains: Fluff, angst, smut (dom Jax, praise kink, fingering, P in V, aftercare.), follows the plot of 5x05 loosely. Am I making Galen OC and a soon-to-be good guy, maybe?

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"Morning."

You smiled as you met eyes with Jax, "good morning beloved, how long have you been awake?"

He smiled softly, "not long, did you sleep well?" Y

ou nodded, "surprisingly, I did."

Jax rubbed your nose with his, "you wanna wake Abel up from breakfast?"

"Sure, I think I'm going to make chocolate waffles."

Jax smiled, "I'm sure Abel would love that."

You climbed out of bed, Jax getting up along with you, with a soft smile he picked up your clothes and dressed you, "what did I do to get such special treatment?"

He smirked, "nothing, I'd do this for you every day but I don't think you'd let me."

You went into Abel's room, Abel waking up with a grumble and a rub to his face, "are we going to see uncle Sam?"

You smiled, "yes, but we need to have breakfast first. I'm going to make chocolate waffles, how does that sound?"

He smiled, "that sounds good mummy." You gave the tip of his nose a kiss and left Jax to get him ready while you went downstairs to start cooking.

You were putting the first batch on when Jax and Abel came racing into the kitchen, "no running in the house you two."

Abel and Jax giggled, "do the waffles have chocolate chips mummy?"

Jax seemed just as excited as Abel, "yep, white, milk and dark chocolate."

Jax popped Abel on his chair and came up behind you, "can I have extra white chocolate in mine?"

You rolled your eyes, "of course my love, would you also like chocolate sauce?"

Abel's ears pricked, "there's chocolate sauce?"

You did your best not to laugh, "I'll take that as a yes from both of you."

You turned the waffle press towards Jax and Abel then shoved the bowls of chocolate chips in front of them, your eyes going wide as they piled them on, "not too many, they'll burn."

Jax threw a chip into his mouth, "yes darlin."

****

"Now, Abel. Uncle Sam is hurt so you have to be careful." Abel nodded aggressively, "I will mummy, I promise."

You took his hand and walked him into the room, Ima had already left home before the sun came up and was curled up in the chair asleep. You stopped Abel and knelt down to talk to him, "aunty Ima's sleeping so you have to be quiet ok?"

Sam smiled when he saw Abel and opened his arms, "hey, little man, I missed you so much."

Abel hugged him gently, it was clear how hard he was trying not to hurt his uncle, "when are you coming home?"

He sounded sad, "soon, buddy. I got to get a bit better before they let me out of here but you can spend all day here if you want, only if mummy says it's ok."

You did your best not to laugh, "you're just going to get up to no good."

You nodded towards Ima, "you want us to come back later?"

Sam shook his head, "nah, she's out like a light. You doing alright?"

You shrugged, "sleep could come easier but you know the drill."

Sam nodded, "yeah I do. Where's Jax."

You pointed your thumb at the door, "outside setting up the Diosa thing with Oswald, he should be here soon."

Right on cue, Jax walked in, "hey man."

Sam nodded, "hey."

Jax smiled when he saw Ima, "you're one lucky guy."

Sam went a little red, "don't I know it."

Abel had settled into the bed next to Sam and Ima had finally woken up, her face breaking out into a grin when he saw Abel tiny hand engulfed by Sam's, "you know any more about what happened?"

You nodded, "there's stuff back, I'm just waiting on a call to confirm, it should here before we leave here today."

Knock Knock

"Hello everyone."

It was Bobby, "hey, how's everyone?"

Sam sounded curious, "none the wiser. Lyla's worried they'll come after the kids, Ope's been doing his best but I think she's got a reason to be afraid."

You tilted your head, "why?"

Bobby took a deep breath, "Clay's isn't taking all this well, I'm pretty sure he wanted you dead."

"Hey Abel, do you wanna get some jello."

Thank God for Ima, "yes please."

She reached out her hand, "we'll be back in a bit."

Jax mouthed a thank you as she took him out the door, "what makes you say that?"

Bobby rubbed his face, "I think he wanted a threat out of the way, and couldn't afford to try again with Opie, killing Sam wouldn't just get rid of Clay's biggest physical threat but let's be honest, he wants to hurt you too."

You huffed, "he's a duplicitous asshat. How's Happy? I haven't spoken to him in person yet."

Bobby smiled, "less anxious since you posted your goons at the house. Apparently, someone named Penelope showed up after breakfast to spend the day with his mum and aunt."

You nodded, "Derek's her husband, she likes looking after people."

Your phone rang just as you saw Ima and Abel walking back, "this won't take long."

After a very fast conversation in the hallway, you returned, "what's the news."

You took a deep breath, "the fingerprint was Greg's."

Ima swallowed, "when do you need me to talk to him?"

"Whenever."

You smiled, "I have the real phone number for the one that texted Sam from Bobby's phone number too, I figure we can call it in a little bit."

Jax shifted in his seat, "how about we head to T-M do it with Ope there too, the more witnesses, the better."

"Great, now that's sorted, what news do you have on CaraCara?"

Ima nodded with a smile, "all good stuff, I'll run threw what the girls want before you seal the deal."

You smiled, "I brought some colouring for Abel so if you want to spent the day with him you can."

Sam's eyes crinkled with a smile, "you're the best."

****

"How are we going to do this?"

You took a deep breath, "Ope, Jax and I will go into the bathroom in Jax's office so no one can hear us while you stay by the Nomads, I'll call the number and pretend to be someone else while you watch to see who picks up. We'll go from there."

You talked by the tables for a little while longer, talking to Chucky about his latest ideas and informing Juice of the Anvil numbers for the boat rides he suggested. "How's that project you were setting up?"

You shook your head, "we can't get it off the ground, there's not much funding in burying runaways and dead people no one cares about."

Jax's chest felt tight at the bitterness in your voice, "how about we bring it up at the next barbeque, I'm sure someone would be willing to give you some ideas."

You smiled, "that would be wonderful Jackson." You wanted to say no but Jax would be hurt and it's not like someone could find fault with wanting to give someone a good burial.

It took a bit for everyone to be able to get away but you sent Bobby a text to be ready for one of the Nomads to get a call and slinked into the bathroom with Jax and Opie, "alright, Bobby's ready."

Jax tilted his head, "how are you going to get him to pick up?"

You smiled, "the only other time the phone number came up was on a sign up to win a date with a niche porn star. So I'm sorry in advance but it's about to get weird."

Jax's gaze turned possessive, "make it quick."

You called the number and it rang, then there was a click, "ahh, hello."

It was Franky, you put on a fake Louisiana accent, "yes sir, I'm with southern bells and sinful smiles, you put your phone number down to win a competition."

You could hear him walking inside the office, "yeah, I did. I want Hannah."

Opie was blinking and looking from the phone in your hand to Jax, "good choice. First things first Mr, I need to know who is your phone service provider for this phone number, just to ensure the safety of our ladies."

There was a pause, "umm, this is a throw away phone."

Jax relaxed, "oh, bless your heart, we don't work with those. I'm really sorry but we'll have to pick someone else. But you can try again next month with a traceable phone. Bye bye now." You huge up and got a text from Bobby.

"Franky just came back from his phone call."

"Franky was the one who sent the text, which makes sense since he seems to be up Clay's ass."

Jax rubbed his face, "what's next?"

You shrugged, "give me a few days to come up with a plan, Ima still needs to go at Greg, after that we'll know more. I think we should wait till Sam's out of the hospital and safe at home before we really set things in motion."

Opie nodded, "we gotta go see Oswald, are you ok to tell Sam and Ima what we know?"

You took a deep breath, "yeah. I'm going invite Gemma to come with, I'm sure she wants to see Sam."

"Good idea, call if you need anything."

Jax smiled softly and pressed a kiss to your lips, "can we leave the bathroom now, this feels like a weird porno."

You chuckled, "it does a little."

Jax's face wrinkled, "you guys are gross."

****

Chibs, Bobby and Jax pulled up to Hanna's diner with smiles on their faces and finances in hand, Oswald greeting them with a smile and a firm hand, "Mr Mayor, you mind if you join you?"

Oswald waved his hand and directed them to sit down, "please, Opie called and said you had something to discuss."

Jax nodded, "there's a commercial building you own on Castle road, Morada border, the old Elk's lodge. We know it's been vacant for over a year, we'd like to buy it off you."

Oswald gave a non-committal nod, "automotive?"

Chibs took a sip of his tea, "not exactly."

"Escort service."

Oswald's eyes went wide, "you want to run a prostitution ring in Charming?"

Bobby shook his head, "it's very legit. We'll take a building that's collecting dust off your hands for a good price and you don't need to worry about the law, our partner has all the permits and licences."

Oswald understood what they were getting at, "you want to be in business with someone you know. Does this mean you're getting away from the other reason you rent from me?"

Jax nodded, "it does, so if you do this for us, it's one step closer to bringing Charming out from the cloud of the violence the Club has caused, which, I'm sure, will look good for your re-election."

Oswald swallowed with a nod, "I'll get the paperwork drawn up, I'm expecting a good price so start your offers high."

Jax smiled and stuck out his hand, "you name it and it's yours. It was a pleasure doing business with you."

****

"Hey Gem, you wanna go see Sam? Abel's been with him and Ima all day."

You could hear her smile over the phone, "I'd like that, thanks."

She sounded sober, "I'm heading to the hospital now, you wanna meet meet me there?"

You could hear her getting her keys, "I'll be there."

You drove to the hospital, stopping to take a call from Derek, "is it done?"

He chuckled, "of course it is. I put the bugs everywhere so if there's a conversation to be picked up, it will be. You need anything else or can I go back and hang out with Happy's mum and aunt?"

You shook your head, "yeah, that's it. Thanks Der."

You were going to have to find a way to tell Jax you had bugged Clay's house but that could wait, you had to go over with Ima what she needed to do when she talked to Greg about the shooting. The hospital wasn't busy when you got there, you ran into Kozik on the way in, his easy smile and gentle demeanour telling you the day was going well.

"You heard from Jax?"

He nodded, "that's what I was just in there for, Oswald got back to Jax about ten minutes ago, he's willing to sell the Elk's lodge for just under a mill."

You nodded, "that feels like highway robbery but they're taking it?"

He nodded, "yep, Nero will cover half so it's not that bad. Bobby thinks if the vote passes, the Club will be in the black within five months."

"They just need to say yes."

Kozik made a face, "aren't you meant to be the smart one? I don't think anyone is going to vote no."

You chuckled, "yeah, but you know how Clay's been, Jax could be putting world peace up for a vote and he'd say no."

Kozik huffed, "not for much longer. After this we've got a met with the Irish, one step closer to dropping the guy."

You nodded, "I have a feeling he's going to do his best to cling on, no matter the cost."

Kozik's eyebrows wrinkled, "is there something going on that you're not telling us?"

You took a deep breath, "is there is, it's for a reason, best not to go poking around."

Kozik nodded, "well if you need my help with anything just ask."

You put a hand on his shoulder in thanks and wished him well, then walked into Sam's room. Abel came racing off the bed and jumped into your open arms "did you have fun today?"

He yawned, "yes mummy, can I stay again tomorrow?"

You smiled, "only I don't know, only if uncle Sam and auntie Ima say you can."

You brought Abel to the bed and sat down, "Jax will be calling about the vote soon, you just have to let the guys know how it will all work with CaraCara."

Ima nodded, "no worries. What are we going to do with Abel when he calls?"

You gave a tight smile, "Gemma will be here soon, she can take him for a walk."

Sam blinked, "alright, you sure she's up for all this?"

You nodded, "she sounded alright on the phone."

Just as Sam was about to say something, Gemma walked into the room, she seemed relieved to see he was doing ok, "how are you feeling?" She walked up to the bed and gave him a hug then bent down and pressed a kiss to Abel's forehead.

"When are you getting out?"

Sam shrugged, "a few days, I'm improving faster than they thought."

Ima pressed her lips together, "I wished you'd stay a little longer, I don't want anything happening to you."

Sam lifted his hand to her face, "I'm ok babe, this isn't the first time I've been shot."

Ima huffed, "well it better be the last."

You giggled, "you two are hella cute."

****

"The meeting is locked down with the Irish and the cartel, we'll head to the warehouse after this and hopefully make green and brown happy."

Clay's gravel voice cut in, "it's currently more than that concerning me."

Franky was next, "yeah, people are putting this home invasion shit on us." Jax did his best not to react as the Nomads played off each other.

"We can't control what other people think, Charming's love and hate swing back and forth on us. Right now, I want to talk about other ways to earn."

Bobby smiled, "it's warm, wet, and tastes like sunshine."

Most of them had some idea that something was going on with Nero, this was just the first time it was brought up officially, "pussy." Jax smiled at Happy's answer.

"Or Italian ice, I'm ok with both."

There was a laugh across the table, "Nero has offered to help us and Ima and Lyla are going to get the CaraCara actors to buy in, add some star power to his stable. We've all talked about this but it's a Club decision, I figure you should hear the full pitch before we vote it."

Jax pulled out his phone, "Ima and y/n are with Sam now, they can tell you more."

Jax phoned you, and you picked up on the first ring, "hello my love, are you calling about Diosa?"

Jax cleared his throat, "do you have time to go over it right now?"

You nodded and waved to Gemma, "can you talk Abel for a walk please, I'll text when it's ok to come back."

Gemma shot you a huge smile, and stuck her hand out, "come one little man, let mummy and daddy talk."

After Gemma and Abel left, the questions started. You and Ima did your best to answer then but you could hear by everyone's tone that it was going to go well, "we'll leave while you vote."

You and Ima walked out of the room, she seemed to be feeling less anxious than the last few days, "how are you feeling?"

She shrugged, "pretty gross, I've got an OB appointment in a few days, I'm hoping the stress hasn't hurt the baby."

You nodded, "everything should be fine, you happy with Nero?"

She nodded, "yeah, he seems like a cool dude, the girls will be safe with him."

Sam yelled for you to come back in much sooner than you thought, "are we good to go?"

Sam huffed, "what do you think, Jax asked if Ima could go down later today and hand off a list of the girls who want to work."

Ima nodded, "sure." The phone call was still going when you sat down.

"Do you know any more about the home invasions?"

You weren't surprised about Clay asking, "I'm asking around about something, I have a weird feeling it's connected to a spate of home invasion is Venice."

Jax watched their reactions carefully, "well, you better find out fast before Charming runs us out."

You huffed, "the town knows these invasions aren't on the Club."

You hoped your tone would shut in, but Franky wasn't having it, "you calling us liars y/n."

Chibs interrupted, "nah, what she's saying is, you, you and you don't know shit about our town."

There was a back and forth before you stopped it, "children, if you can't behave, I'm going to go home. Ima and I will be down in an hour to go over everything."

Jax turned the phone off speaker and put it to his ears, "yeah darlin, we'll see you soon."

You smiled, "love you." You hung up and texted Gemma to come back, and she returned with Abel, ice cream in hand. "Are you alright to take Abel for a few hours? Ima and I need to head to T-M."

She smiled, "of course I can, does Jax know?"

You shook your head, "he will when I tell him. I'm trusting you to be safe with him Gemma."

She nodded aggressively, "I promise I will."

You ruffled Abel's hair, "you wanna spend a few hours with grandma?"

Abel smiled, "yes please."

You huffed a laugh, "alrighty then, daddy and I will come and get before dinner how does that sound?"

"Good!"

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, "well I'll see you both tonight, thanks Gem."

****

"Should I get him alone?"

You shrugged, "do what you feel comfortable, but make sure you can get away if something goes wrong."

She nodded, "yeah I know."

You walked into T-M and Jax pulled you into a hug, pressing his lips to yours, "where's Abel?"

You smiled softly, "with Gemma, I told her we'd pick him up before dinner."

Jax swallowed, "she's sober?"

You nodded, "of course, Abel really wanted to go. She's not going to keep trying if we don't let her spend time with him."

Jax nodded, "yeah, you're right as always. We're all ready for you, the guys are excited to hear what Ima thinks." You walked inside with Ima, the guys were huddled around the bar, Happy getting up to give you a hug.

"What was that for?"

Happy smiled, "my mum and aunt love Derek and Aden, thanks for looking after them."

You smiled, "that's alright Happy, you still coming to the convention this week?"

He nodded, "hell yeah." Everyone sat down while you and Ima went through everything, they all seemed very happy with it, until Clay opened his mouth.

"I guess you're all ok with this Nero guy."

You crossed your arms over your chest, "he's a very nice man, cares about his kid and the women who work for him and he certainly won't cave Gemma's face in for looking at him wrong, unlike you."

He huffed, "it's wrong, we're still married."

"You stopped being able to say that when you beat the shit out of her."

You turned to Jax and smiled, kissing his cheek and whispering in his ear, "my brave knight, you are so very noble."

Jax smiled and pecked your lips, "you're very sweet."

The conversation dragged on then Greg walked away to take a call, Ima looking at you before taking a deep breath and getting up. Jax followed her until she was out of sight, his body coiling just in case he needed to run to her rescue.

"How does this program work?"

Kip was looking over the safeguard program you and Nero had created, "if a staff member has a bad encounter, they enter the person's name, photo and description into the database which will pop the next time they try to hire someone."

"That's a good idea."

You nodded, "yeah, it's saved a lot of lives. Does anyone have any more questions?"

Head shakes all around, "great, when are you seeing Galen?"

Jax shuddered, " a few hours, then we'll head to Diosa to get all this sorted."

"Lucky you."

****

Ima was careful, she waited until she heard the bathroom door opening to start. She stood in the hall with her back pressed up against the wall and let out a soft sob as Greg exited the bathroom, quickly meeting his eyes before turning away. He took the bait and walked up to her, putting a hand on his shoulder, "are you ok?"

She sniffed, "no, I'm not. I'm so worried about Sam, I can't lose him." Ima didn't miss the look of guilt on Greg's face.

Got you

"He'll pull through." He got in closer, "if you need anything from he just give me a call." The hug he gave her made her skin crawl but she returned it. She walked off feeling sure that she had an in with him and could get more information if she needed to, she just had to work out how.

Ima came back and sat down with you and Jax, by the look on her face, it went well. "He's a guilty as sin."

You nodded, "you think you can get more out of him?"

She swallowed, "yeah, I want to run an idea by you."

You nodded, "not here?"

She looked around, "no not here."

To everyone's shock, Rat Boy came running in, "the Irish are here."

Jax blinked, "what?"

Rat repeated himself, "the Irish are here, Galen wanted to meet on our tuff before seeing the cartel, something about the home invasions."

Jax threw his hands in the air, "bring them in. You ladies want to stay?"

Ima got up, "I'd rather spend my afternoon with Sam."

Jax relaxed like he had just heard the best news of his life, "you're staying?"

You raised your eyebrows, "I'm not letting you deal with the fucker without backup. My laptop's in my bag, I'll sit in the corner and act like I'm not there while I catch up on work." You walked over to the chairs that were out of the way and set up, acting like you were there while Galen walked in.

Clay pulled him aside immediately, "good to see you up and about brother, how's your lung holding up?"

Clay shrugged, "I gotta cut back on the cigars but I'm still fit for combat."

Galen looked him over while you peered above your laptop, your glasses down on your nose. "I wasn't aware there was an election."

"Well, I figure with me down, it would be a good time to move Jax up. Nothing changes with us, though."

Galen didn't seem convinced, "I hope that's true. Our seniority is earned, not sewn on with cheep thread."

Jax took a step forward, "hey, we got some kind of beef, let's throw it on the table." You sighed, this was quickly becoming a dick measuring competition. You were content to just leave it be and let Jax handle it but Galen didn't seem to want to let it go.

"Grow some balls you Irish prick, you got a problem with me, you tell me to my face."

Galen walked closer, "alright, I think you're arrogant, selfish and explosive." Before he could say anymore, he noticed the looks on the faces of the other Sons and you were getting up out of your seat and walking over to them.

"How dare you call Jackson selfish, he has done nothing but try and accommodate you. What's selfish is the way you expect everyone to bend to your will because you think you have some kind of people over people." You were within touch distance now, Galen was taken aback, he knew who you were so there was no way he would retaliate lest the might of the CIA fall in his head.

He swallowed, "also, whatever male perfume you're wearing is aging you. I suggest switching to something citrus based so you don't stink like a dead guy."

Jax was hiding his smile, "darlin, that's enough."

You shook your head, "it's nowhere near enough. You need to take stock of who you aline yourself with Mr O'Shay, you might find a knife in your back if you're not careful."

The look you gave Clay sent a shiver down his spine, before you could say more, you were being dragged away by Bobby, "enough, young lady."

You took a deep breath and walked back to Galen, "I'm sorry Mr O'Shay, we got off on the wrong foot."

You put your hand out, "it's nice to see you again, I wish it could be under better circumstances." O'Shay expected your hand, hiding the flash of pain as you did your best to crush his fingers.

"Of course Dr l/n, maybe we can talk some of your concerns later? I would love to hear them."

You smiled, "you know where to reach me. Now if you'll excuse me, I just got an email about a dead body in a private pond and it looks like murder, I have an exam to conduct."

Before you left to head to work, you pressed a kiss to Jax's lips, and he turned his head and whispered in your ear, "you are in so much trouble."

****

You ripped your gloves off while Holt stood in the corner of the autopsy room, "murder?"

You nodded, "yep, blunt force trauma. I can't stay too long, I don't have the mental energy for this. I can get you and ID and come back tomorrow?"

Holt smiled and put a warm hand on your back, "of course. How are you feeling otherwise."

"I'm doing alright. Jax has been amazing, he's really been there, even when he's got other shit to deal with. I think I'd be lost without him."

Holt smiled, "I remember my first really rough case after I started dating Kevin, there's nothing like coming home to someone who doesn't understand but cares enough to try. How's the wedding planning going?"

You smiled, big and wide, "great, I've started my dress and I'm starting to put the guest list together. Jax is so excited that he just says yes to anything, I'm thinking of asking if he wants a live elephant to see how he reacts."

Holt laughed, "he's in love, nothing else matters."

Your chest felt warm, "does this feeling ever go away, the overwhelming happiness?"

"It waxes and wanes but it's always there. You've found your person, it's ok to be happy about that."

****

It was late when you got home, Jax and Ima were waiting for you and you could smell something delicious cooking on the stove, "you didn't need to wait, where's Abel?"

Jax gave you a small smile, "I thought we could pick him up in the morning, Gemma said he's out for the count after all the fun he had today."

You took a deep breath and went to say something, "she's sober, I checked when I dropped his clothes off."

"Thank you Ima, how's Sam?"

She nodded, "we just got off the phone, he's ready to come home."

You huffed, "how did the Irish go?"

Jax clenched his jaw, "Galen ruined our bikes showing off to Romeo but it went well other than that."

You shook your head, "what a fucktard. You want me to put dinner on the table?"

Jax shook his head and stood up, "you ladies relax, I'll get it."

Ima put a hand to her chest, "what a doll."

Jax returned soon after with three plates of food and drinks for everyone, sitting down with his legs pressed against yours. "This is really good, did you cook this?"

Jax shook his head, "all Ima, I helped."

You giggled, "of course you did, how lucky am I?"

Ima smiled, "so lucky, have you got any further with the wedding planning?"

Jax shrugged, "we're having a really small service and doing it in the backyard. We don't want more than fifty people."

"Good idea, we only had just over a hundred and it was too many. Is Abel going to be the ring bearer?"

You smiled, "yes, we're getting him a little plaid shirt and a pair of jeans so he can match everyone."

Jax smirked, "Abel's just happy that his mummy and daddy are getting married." The night was nice, most of the conversation was around the wedding, Ima and Angela were happy to be co-maids of honour so they were fast becoming close friends.

"I'm beat, I'm gonna call Sam and say goodnight then get some sleep."

You stood up and gave her a hug, "thank you for dinner tonight." You and Jax went to the bedroom soon after, Jax flipped on the TV and waited for you to have a shower. When you came out, he opened his arms and spread his legs for you to sit on his lap, you rested your back against his chest and he brought his arm across your body to rub your forearm.

"You doing ok?"

You nodded, "yeah, just a little had it. I missed work, so I'm happy to be going back tomorrow."

He turned his head and pressed a kiss to the side of your face, "Galen likes you."

You huffed, "he does, does he, what did he say about me?"

Jax chuckled, "that I needed someone like you to keep me in line."

His tone changed, "I remember telling you that you were in trouble."

You smiled, "yeah, you did. Are you going to follow through?"

Jax's hand came to squeeze your hip, "I am. Let me blindfold you?"

You raised your eyebrows "alright, do your worst."

Jax got up, putting a hand on your face, "don't move, I'll be right back." You could hear Jax rooting around in the closet before he came back with a silk blindfold, "strip." When you were naked, he sat back behind you, putting the blindfold down and running his hands up and down your arms.

He shifted and pulled of his shirt, leaving him in just his sinful grey sweatpants then he was lifting the blindfold up and putting it over your eyes, "you're gonna tell me if I do anything you don't like?"

You nodded, "yes Jax."

He kissed your cheek, "good girl, now sit back and relax and let me take care of you." You rested your head against his chest as he ran his hands over your body, he took his time as his fingers traced your skin, making a slow journey to your centre.

Jax lifted your leg over his to hold you open, then his fingers were running through your slit. The darkness just heightened the sensations, the TV was still going on in the background, albeit turned right down and Jax was kissing and sucking your neck, his beard scratching your skin.

His index and middle finger circled your clit, when you went to lift your hips towards his hand, he stopped, "relax, I got you." You stopped moving and Jax rewarded you with quickening his fingers, "good girl." He didn't miss the way you twitched at his praise. He moved his hand downwards and slid a finger inside you, chuckling as you squeezed around it, "you're so eager."

"Is that a bad thing?"

Jax turned your head with his free hand and kissed you, slow and deep, "no, it's a good thing. Really boosts my ego."

You huffed, "of course it does, you're insufferable."

Jax's hand made its way to your upper chest, rubbing it back and forth over your skin, "behave."

You moaned as he added a second finger, rubbing your clit with his palm, "thank you."

Jax huffed, "what have I told you about that?"

You turned your head and buried it in his neck, "I don't remember, you want to remind me?"

Jax pecked your lips, "I can see what you're doing and it's not going to work, be a good girl for me and I promise you won't regret it."

You giggled, "something tells me I wouldn't regret it either…."

You were cut off by a gasp as he pressed on your G-spot, "probably not but I want to treat you since you've been doing so much and I can't do that if you keep being a brat."

You smiled, "I love you."

Jax's tone softened, "I love you too darlin, now be good and let me look after you."

You relaxed against him and he rewarded you with another kiss. His fingers sped up and you approached the edge but just as you were about to fall over it, he stopped. "Jax please."

He chuckled, "I know pretty girl but you did misbehave." You groaned as Jax went back to touching you, his lips on your neck just as pleasant as his fingers inside you.

You heard the TV click off then Jax's lips were pressed to your skin as he whispered praise in your ear, "my good girl, you're so beautiful all spread out for me." Jax's smirk expanded at the whimper you let out. His fingers sped up but as you reached the edge again, he stopped. The praise didn't stop as he went about the torture of build up and pause until you were shaking and begging.

"Shhhh, shhhhh, I know darlin. You're doing so good for me, just a little longer and then I'll give you what you need." You took a deep breath and relaxed against him, "good girl." He didn't stop this time as you reached bliss, turning your head to kiss your lips and you convulsed around his fingers. He slowed and his fingers softened as he brought you down, you could feel him hard against your back as he shifted to place you on the bed and hovered over you.

"You want to keep going."

You nodded and fumbled around for his pants, "yes please."

Jax chuckled and helped you pull his pants off then pulled your legs opened and settled between them, "alright, you've earned it."

His tone was light and gentle as he gripped his cock and rubbed it up and down your slit, "please don't tease."

Jax bent down and kiss you as he slid inside you, swallowing your gasp with a smile, "I love you so much."

You reached up and warped your arms around his back as you lifted your hips to meet his thrusts, "I love you so much too."

Jax moved his hand to rub your clit, going back to whispering more praise in your ear, "come on darlin, be a good girl and come for me."

His fingers sped up and you clawed at his back and warmth filled your core, "Jackson, oh my God."

"There you go, can you give me one more?"

You shook your head, "no, enough please." Jax's hand moved up your body to rub your skin as he chased his own high, being careful not to give you too much, then he was painting your walls as he grunted in your ear.

You crushed his to you and Jax pressed kisses all over your face, "I'll be here as long as you need sweet girl." He lifted his hand to your face and rubbed your cheeks, "the lights are off, I'm going to take this off now, is that ok?" You lifted your hands to help and he took them in one of his.

"No, it's alright. I'll look after you." He brought your hands to his lips then pulled the blindfold off, smiling as you looked up at him, "you doing alright?"

You nodded, "yeah, I'm doing good. Can we cuddle for a bit longer?"

Jax chuckled and turned you both on your side, "of course darlin, as long as you need."

You buried your head in his chest and he ran his hands up and down your back. A little while later, Jax got up and got a damp cloth to clean you then climbed into bed and pulled you back into his arms, "after work tomorrow, would you like to come and see Nero, I'm sure he'll be happy to see you."

"I'd like that, I'll call when I'm done we can go together."

Jax raised his eyebrows, "I usually have to bribe you to get on the back of my bike, what's the occasion?"

You shook your head, "maybe I just want to be the big spoon for once." Jax let out a laugh, "you jest."

You pressed his Abel tattoo, "I do, it's takes me a lot to get on that donorcycle, be nice."

Jax shook his head, "alright, it's time for bed, before you get yourself in trouble again."

You reached up and kissed his lips, "goodnight beloved."

Jax returned the kiss, his lips lingering against yours, "goodnight darlin."

Part 50

Please comment if you feel able, it would really help out. I'm hoping that my work returns to its normal standard next chapter.

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purplesurveys · 2 years

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If you had the last person you kissed’s Facebook password, would you go snooping through their stuff? Why or why not? Yeah, that’s a no can do. No reason other than they’re simply not in my life anymore.

Have you ever fainted? If so, when was the last time? If not have you ever come close? Yeah it’s been a while since it last happened, but I’ve definitely fainted more frequently than most people. I don’t do well with dehydration and heat.

Do you trick or treat? If so, how old will you be when you stopped? If not, how old were you when you stopped? I haven’t done it since high school but I have a very “never say never” approach when it comes to things like trick or treating, if that makes sense? Like if a group of friends would make plans to do it, I’d always be on board.

Ever take a keyboarding class? Do you type using the skills you learned in class, or how you used to before you took the class? Yeah we had typing lessons in the earlier years of grade school; during exams, we were even required to bring handkerchiefs to cover our hands so that we could be checked on whether we’ve memorized the QWERTY format or not. But after those classes I never really used the ‘correct way’ and I’ve always typed with only my index and middle fingers.

What did the last umbrella you used look like? There’s nothing remarkable about it other than it being black.

How many pairs of boots do you own? I don’t own any pair of boots. Ever cut your hair (the entire thing - not just the bangs or a little part) yourself? Nah, my hands are too clumsy. I’d wreck my hair in minutes.

Do you find your best friend’s significant other/crush attractive? He’s fairly good-looking but I’m not personally attracted to him.

What do you do with your clothes that don’t fit anymore or just don’t want? I turn them over to my mom, who decides if she’ll donate them or give them as hand-me-downs to relatives.

Do you cut out coupons? That’s not a thing here.

Does anyone in your house play Xbox Live? You’re talking to a Playstation household, buddy.

What was the last school you attended (if you’re still in school, put the name of the school you attended before you came to that school) I went to UP for college.

Would you ever date a co-worker? No. Besides my last relationship rendering me emotionless (lol), that set-up could also be potentially damaging to my day-to-day work.

Did you ever breathe in helium and talk funny afterwards? I haven’t had the chance but I’ve always wanted to try.

Would you ever open your own business? If so, what kind of business could you imagine yourself having? You know, this thought has crossed my mind recently. It’d be cool to open some sort of Namjooning-themed café where people can go for rest or co-working or catching up with friends. It could be a family business if my family would be interested, given my parents’ background in hotel and restaurant management, and then my sister and I would tag team on the creative and marketing aspects...

Given my completely non-existent knowledge on business management, though, this would 100% remain a dream. It’s just a nice little happy thought that I like to think about sometimes.

When shopping, do you ever head straight for the clearance or sales rack? Nah I kind of just follow the route of the store and see if I find some pieces that I like along the way.

What’s your biggest pet peeve at your job? I hate the client servicing part of it which should technically serve as the biggest red flag for me now, given that I work in an AGENCY lmao. I’m already scouring new opportunities - for real now - and actually had a call with an e-commerce brand today since they have an opening for a PR position. I’m stressed and exhausted and burned the fuck out and I just need a way out before I work myself to literal death in this job.

How old do you want to be when you move out? Late 20s would be ideal for me. I have a bit of time left before my personal deadline haha.

Ever meet or talk to someone from an online dating site? Not my thing, never will be my thing. Last type of candy you ate? I think it was that gummy candy my mom bought last week.

Have you ever had egg drop soup? Yeah my grandmother made it for us a couple of weeks ago when we visited.

How many tattoos do you want in the future? Anywhere between 3-5 tiny ones would be fine, but this is only if I get to get over my fear of needles and getting pricked hah.

How soon do you start planning your Halloween costume each year? I only do it like 1-2 days before and it simply boils down to having bigger priorities. I’d love to plan my costumes out at least a week ahead but work always has me swamped. Last time you had Chinese food? I’m literally having it right now, haha. Mom got Chinese food tonight - I have fried rice and siomai.

Are you any good at dying hair? You mean dyeing? No not at all - I prefer to get any and every hair stuff done professionally.

What brand of shampoo did you last use? Dove.

Did you decorate your house for Halloween? If so, how many decorations? Did you go all out, or just put up a few things? We never decorate for Halloween.

Last person to hang up on you? I haven’t been hung up on in a while. Maybe my mom?

Are you excited for winter? Or are you dreading it? We don’t get winter.

Do you still own a VCR? How about VHSes? I think my parents threw ours out years ago.

What’s your favorite scary movie? Carrie.

How do you plan on spending your Halloween this year? Idk, probably at a workplace Halloween party since those are a thing.

Which type of Halloween Costumes do you prefer? Sexy ones or scary ones? Or maybe funny ones? Funny ones.

What was the most boring costume you ever had? Probably that time I went as a pirate like, three or four years ago. It was a Halloween party that a distant relative was holding, and I couldn’t care less.

Do you like cranberry sauce? I’ve never had it but I can tell you I probably won’t like it.

#survey #surveys

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wrenqueenisboss · 3 years

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DSMP Angsty Imagines - React to Your Death pt. 2 --- Bench Trio

Part 2 to my series of “dsmp boys react to your death”: Pronouns used: they/them (if mentioned) Warnings: cursing, fight scene (implied), description of wounds, death, grief, threatening, weapons Note: this is strictly platonic as the bench trio members are all minors Words: 1.1+

The list: c!George c!Bench Trio - (you are currently on this post) c!Wilbur c!Dream c!Technoblade - (coming soon!)

Y/n, Tommy, Ranboo, and Tubbo had always been inseparable. Never was there a moment when any of the four weren’t together. Just a chill day around the server? You bet they were walking around and causing chaos, mischievous smiles upon their faces. One of them had some mental shit to deal with? You’d bet the other three were right there, soothing and distracting. There was a war? Hell yes. The four would be fighting side by side, back to back. If one member of their team stumbled, the others would pick up the slack. That’s just how they were. Until they couldn’t be.

You see, the world doesn’t wait. It doesn’t pause the chaos and cruelty and destruction just so four teenagers can grow up with a proper childhood. No one puts away their swords, lowers their fists, or settles arguments. That just isn’t how life works. Yeah, it’s fucking unfair.

It’s unfair that Tubbo became president at such a young age, that Tommy had been manipulated and exiled, that Ranboo’s own mind had been taken over, that Y/n had been put through so much over the course of their life. It’s unfair that the best friends were forced to fight in a war. A war that shouldn’t have been going on in the first place.

They gathered their gear together, helped one another don their enchanted armor, polished their weapons as a team, flashed fake smiles in an effort to lighten the god-awful situation.

“Ya know,” Y/n said as they ran the whittling stone across the blade of their diamond sword. “I’m pretty sure we’ve been through worse.”

Ranboo barked a laugh, his smile brightening both his green and red eyes. “Nah, I’m pretty sure this is the worst.”

Tubbo gave Y/n a sympathetic smile as he placed his hand on Ranboo’s shoulder. The enderman hybrid paused for a moment. “Give Y/n a break. They’re trying to lighten the mood.”

“Thanks, Tub.”

Tommy looked up from his own sword with a frown. “There isn’t any fucking point in lightening the point. We’re in a really shitty situation and that’s that.”

It was true. None of them had any real experience with combat. Well- that isn’t exactly true. All four of them had lost at least one life to violence. They’d all tried to fight back, but they were too weak for it to have any effect. They still were. Against people like Dream and Technoblade - anybody, really - they were at a huge disadvantage.

Tubbo did what he could to break the grim atmosphere. “The only way we can have any hope of making it out of this alive is if we stick together. We fight side by side and no one gets left behind.”

Y/n scoffed, even as their heart dropped to the pit of their stomach. “You all have a much greater chance of surviving. Remember, I'm on my last life.”

Everyone went silent. It wasn’t as if that was a surprise. They were all there when their friend had been pushed into the lava, when they’d lost their second life to blood loss a few years later. Everyone knew that Y/n was on their last life, but it was still scary to be reminded.

“We're not going to let you die, Y/n. And I’ll be damned if you give up and let yourself die,” Tommy’s words were forceful. Yes, they held a kind sentiment, but his tone was all business. That’s what happens when you’re forced into war way before you should.

Ranboo nodded. “We live together. We fight together. And if we have to, we’ll die together.”

Tubbo threw his hands in the air in exasperation. “Goddammit! No one is dying!”

Oh, how wrong he would soon be.

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Tommy, Ranboo, and Tubbo were right there when Y/n was struck down. Right there as the arrow pierced their chest, the tip sparkling red with their blood.

Tubbo let out a shrill scream of anguish, Ranboo froze and then dove to catch their body, Tommy’s gaze darkened to murderous malice as he let a whispered swear fall from his lips.

Y/n’s body was carried to a cave a few blocks away from the fighting. The three boys sitting around their still form, assessing the wound. Honestly, what was there to assess? Y/n had taken an arrow to the chest and died. That was it. It was cruel how simple their death was.

Ranboo squeezed their hand, heart breaking as he realized their warmth was steadily fading. “I can’t believe they’re actually dead,” he whispered hoarsely, voice cracking with emotion. He couldn’t cry though. Another one of the universe’s cruel curses.

Tubbo was already crying. His shoulders already shaking. “We were supposed to live together. We still had so much time. They still had so much time. And now... I guess they don’t.”

Tommy was pacing the cave anxiously. His blond hair, already messed up from the fighting, had been even more wrecked by him fervently running his fingers through it.

Everyone looked like a mess. Clothes and uniforms were ripped and dirty. There were more than a few bloodstains. Skin was bruised (badly, in some places) and sported a tapestry of cuts and scrapes that would later heal into thin scars. Not that anyone was new to scars.

The speed of Tommy’s pacing increased before he froze completely, only looking his friends in the eye for a fleeting heartbeat. His gaze returned to Y/n’s still body before flitting about again. “They’re not dead,” he muttered.

“What?” Tubbo’s voice shook as his tears fell.

“Y/n isn’t dead. They can’t be.”

Ranboo rose from his spot at the body’s side to comfort his distraught friend. “Tommy, you’re in denial. Y/n’s dead. They were killed-”

Tommy swatted away Ranboo’s hand before it could even connect with his shoulder. “They aren’t fucking dead!” he shouted. His head dropped forward as he stared at the ground. “Y/n promised. They wouldn’t break a promise like that.”

“Y/n didn’t have a choice.”

Tommy was too busy forming some stupidly reckless plan in his head to actually hear what one of his friends had said. But Tubbo and Ranboo recognized that look in Tommy’s eyes. Recognized the gleam of mischief, the flash of lividity, the sparkle of determination.

And deep down they knew it would be useless to try and stop him, but they tried anyway.

“Tommy,” Tubbo began. “What you’re feeling is perfectly normal, Big man. It’s, like, the five stages of grief.”

“I don’t want to hear that therapy bullshit.”

Ranboo tagged on, not letting Tommy protest more. “You’re already going through some of them right now. Denial and anger. Now you just-”

Tommy silenced them with a hand. “Fine. I’ve passed denial, I sure as hell am still angry, but they really should add another stage to that list.” He began walking towards the entrance of the cave, back to the fighting.

“Revenge.”

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"𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝖒𝖊 𝖘𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖞" — suna rintarou ;

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: suna rintarō is so much more than his bored eyes, the blunt between his lips, and his tendency to slack off—luckily, you're one of the very few people who know this; especially after he comes home to you sullen after finding out he didn't make it to the olympic players.

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖘: female reader. fluff—established relationship. angst if you squint. comfort. mention of drug use. like, one swear word.

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 2k

𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖙'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊: in lieu of the influx of toxic stoner!suna content, i offer you a piece of appreciation towards him and all that he is. i was meaning to post this in my new blog but i thought there's so much of you here who would appreciate and need this more. written on a whim at 1AM and didn't proofread so for any errors, gomen. repost because tumblr tagging hates me. cross posted on ao3 under the same username. original post here. this was written before we got information that he actually made it to the olympic team. furudate really told me to stfu, huh?

It's you who find out first that there is truly so much more to Suna Rintarō than his expressionless exterior, sleepy eyes, and bored gaze towards even the most ridiculous situations. It's when his self assured stance dwindled as he walked towards you once upon a time, introducing himself first before asking you for your number.

"My number?" You echoed his request, trying your best not to gawk at his attractive features and six foot two stature towering over you so easily; making you feel oh so small. (Which is funny, given that you were already standing straight on your heels.)

"If you don't mind, 's cool if you say no," he replies, tearing his gaze from you as if he was actually anxious you'd say no.

It's funny, really. It's not every day a famous pro-athlete known for both his good looks and skills walk up to you, asking for your number and actually considering you'd say no to him and his pretty features—in fact, nevermind that he was pretty, it was more the fact that he wasn't so full of himself to actually think you wouldn't say no.

That's what makes you nod your head; your heart already beating right out of your chest as he gives you a lazy grin and his phone to press your number in. When you're done, you hand it back to him and you mentally pat yourself at the back for not visibly trembling.

"Y/N?" He reads your name from the contact information, and good God, did your name sound so beautiful coming out of his mouth. He doesn't wait for your reply anymore, looking back at you from his phone, the lazy smile still across his lips as if he knew it was a heart killer.

"Thanks, I'll text you later," is the last thing he said before he walked away from you.

It didn't take long for you to fall in love with someone like Suna Rintarō—underneath his detached personality also lied someone who was truly passionate with the things he set his mind to, gave his time to. Like you or volleyball or the video game he's been waiting to release for a whole month—it only had to be something or someone who was special enough, then, he would give it his all.

The smoke that filled his lungs occasionally did nothing to lessen your own intoxication of Suna Rintarō and his passions—because every exhale, his dark green eyes would meet yours and oh so easily, he offers you that same lazy smile yet one that was dripping with affection.

"Should you even be smoking that, Rintarō?" You had questioned him before, about the second time you've seen him put the rolled blunt in between his soft lips, inhaling it.

"It's a once in a while kinda thing, you don't actually think I'd sacrifice my career for this don'tcha?" He grins at you, amusement flooding his usually bored eyes — now glazed over with the effects of the weed—from the way he gazes at you with an eyebrow raised.

It's when you realize that Suna Rintarō was independent and knew what he was doing—did what he did with full awareness, full control, full flexibility. It's as if who he was in court was who he was in person as well.

"You're really interesting, y'know that Rin?" You had mumbled against his chest once before, it was at the first few months of dating—he had one of his arms around you with you cuddled on his side, watching a movie from his couch.

"Yeah?"

"I mean—you've always been so good at what you do, huh? But you still work for it."

"What makes you say that?" You can feel him looking down on face against his chest.

"C'mon, don't be silly. You were scouted at middle school and you only got better as you grew up!" You say, finally moving your head to meet his gaze.

But all you get is a flick on your forehead and his low chuckle, "'s not that deep, y/n," he answers.

But you already knew better.

Suna isn't one for words, and no matter how much you insist that he was beyond the description of words, he only rolls his narrowed eyes at you. You find out Suna Rintarō, your boyfriend, was a huge inspiration during your sixth month together when you finally met his little sister.

It's hard to say it wasn't amusing how snarky she was, just as he was to his friends whom you've met a few times before—Atsumu and Osamu Miya, you remember. She's quick with her tongue, easily retorting back to her brother's comments.

"Are you sure you didn't just pay Y/N-san to be your girlfriend, nii-san?"

"Nah, you still jealous I came out prettier than you?" Suna bites back, a teasing grin plastered across his face. His sister only scoffs, looking back at you.

"You can tell me if he blackmailed you to come here!" She attempts to whisper. You're not sure whether you should be worried or continue to laugh, but you do neither as you choke on the drink you were sipping on right as she told you this.

"Shit, Y/N," Suna curses as you cough, your throat burning at the drink's intrusion, but Suna's quick to rub soothingly against your back as he offers you his water, his eyes glazed over in panic.

"You okay?" He asks when you stopped coughing, and you nod in response—throat remaining slightly sore. Suna lets out an aggravated groan, "Be careful next time," he manages to scold you, but oddly enough, his words remain saccharine.

There's something about the way that his little sister doesn't seem the least bit surprised with his reaction that somehow lets you know that perhaps, Suna Rintarō might just be quite the caring brother behind closed doors.

After that, it was when Suna excused himself to take a call from his manager, leaving you with his sister.

"Hey, nee-san, promise you'll take care of Rin-nii? You won't break his heart, will you?" His sister asks, eyes gleaming with something akin to hope, expectation, wonder. It easily takes you by surprise.

"Don't you worry, I'll promise I'll take care of him, promise I won't break his heart," your voice easily softens, nodding. His little sister's gaze remains on you, as if she's assessing you and as if she would easily tell whether or not you meant the words that came out of your mouth.

It makes you hold a breath until she nods slowly, smiling at you lightly just as Suna comes walking back, eyebrows raised, knowing he must've missed something.

"Whatcha girls talkin' bout?" He asked as he slipped back on his seat beside you.

"None of your business, obviously," his sister quickly answers.

They're truly quite similar, it's enough to make you smile and get through meeting his little sister until both of you dropped her off back to the train station.

"What'd she tell you?" Suna nudged you after seeing her train leave.

"Nothing, Rin," you answered with a wide smile, leaning up to place a chaste kiss against his lips—yet just as you pull away, one of his hands has found its way behind your neck, pulling you back to him.

You never thought a kiss could feel so loving before—but it really seemed as if Suna Rintarō had a knack for proving you wrong, over and over again.

It was the day that the Olympic team was announced when you see so much more of Suna Rintarō. Quick like the blink of an eye, or lightning that leaves the thunder chasing it; Suna felt the exhaustion, the pressure, the burnt-out feeling that's been repressed in the back of his head. It comes to him, crashing down like boulders not just on his shoulders but weighing down every part of his body.

Did he lack somewhere? He wonders. Where did that lacking end and start? What could have he done? Was it training, where he spent most of his time now? Suna had end up seeing you less and less since the drafting of olympic players started and you've been nothing but patient.

What was he supposed to tell you? After all the time it has stolen away from you—that he didn't make it?

When he opened the door to your shared apartment, he doesn't look up at you with a relieved sigh as he usually would—he avoids you gaze entirely, he avoids your observing eyes from the couch you sat on, watching him slowly shrug his shoes off.

"I'm just gonn—" he started, about to make an excuse to avoid looking at you.

"Prepared your bath, Rin. C'mon," Suna hears you say but it doesn't sink in his head, watching you take his hand, leading him to the bathroom.

Suna remains silent as he looks down on the bath you prepared for him, warm and inviting.

"Meet me in the kitchen when you're done, okay?" He hears you say, followed by the echo of your footsteps walking away.

You easily understand that Suna Rintarō was more than his talents, his efforts, and every little thing about him when you feel his large arms wrapped around you, his broad chest pressed against your back and his face buried on the crook of your neck. His fresh scent right out of the shower engulfing you and invading your senses, flooding you with him.

"'m sorry, bunny," he mumbles.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, Ri—"

"It's odd, thought I'd pull it off, thought it'd be nothin' if I didn't make it. Don't know why I'm so upset right now," he continues, cutting you off, "Been so patient for me too, bunny. Thought I'd be nice to make you proud, ya know?"

Your sigh comes out sharp from the heavy feeling from your chest, not knowing what to do to make him feel better—like he did with you, always knowing his way around your low moments.

You wriggle out of his arms, making him grumble until you fully face him. He looks back at you with a small frown, eyebrows furrowed, watching your expression.

"I'm always proud of you, Rin. Olympic player or not, you make me so proud," you speak softly, your hands cupping each side of his face.

"Don't even get why it matters to me this much, it's just—" it was your turn to cut him off, tipping your toes to press a lingering kiss against his lips. Suna smiles against your lips, carrying you to sit on the kitchen counter like he always did—knowing you always would have to tip on your toes to reach him.

Soon, the lingering kiss turns slow and passionate—lips softly grazing the other, and it feels more like pouring the heavy weight of love out of your chest and into the other. A kiss so loving, so reassuring, so passionate—the kind that easily takes your breath away and makes your mind go blank. When Suna pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. You smile at him because it's all you can do when your heart feels like it's going to leap out of your throat just to offer itself to him entirely—and Suna smiles back at you, pecking your lips before wrapping his arms around you again, resting his chin on your shoulder.

You run your fingers through his hair, hoping it would help soothe him, and then you say, "I promise that you'll make it next year, Rin. I'll be with you now, and I'll still be with you then."

It only makes him hold you tighter, closer to him, "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you, Rintarō. You deserve the world and all the stars in the galaxy."

"'s too bad there's nothin' more I need than you, then."

That's what Suna tells you—Suna, who was smoke in his lungs, dumb videos of the twins to blackmail them with, little mistakes, bored eyes, and lazy attitude. The same Suna who was slow kisses, passion, and genuine smiles reserved for you—the same Suna who gave his passions his all, the same Suna who held you securely in his arms every night, the same Suna his little sister admired. Most of all, the same Suna Rintarō you loved with every beat of your heart, every fibre of your being.

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fangirl-writes · 3 years

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Kiss and Tell

5sos x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): swearing probably

Notes: the quarantine chats are dangerous. I could have made this fic so much longer than I did and I really wasn’t sure how to end it tbh 😅

Summary: You've kissed all the boys at some point or another so they call upon you to settle an argument.

“What.” You deadpanned when your face popped up on the screen.

“Y/N!”

You narrowed your eyes. They were all smiling at you a little too sweetly.

“What.”

“Why do you assume we want something from you?” Calum asked.

“Because you never fucking let me into these things unless you want me to do something,” You replied and they laughed. “So what do you want?”

“We need you to settle an argument,” Ashton said.

“About what?” You asked, taking a drink from your water bottle.

“Well, you know how you’ve kissed all of us at one point or another?”

You choked on your water and they burst into laughter again.

“Great, yeah, I could be dying over here and you fuckers are laughing. I feel the love.” You said, face heating up.

“Sorry, Y/N,” Luke said through his laughter.

“Who’s the better kisser, Y/N?” Michael asked, swaying back and forth in his seat.

“I’m not answering that!”

“Come on, Y/N!” Ashton encouraged. “The fans want to know!”

You groaned, burying your face into your sweater covered hands. “Couldn’t you have asked someone else?”

“All the other girls we know are biased! Plus you’re the only one who has kissed us all.”

“Oh,” Michael interjected, looking at the chat. “Speaking of, the fans would like to know the story for each of these kisses.”

You let out another loud groan that set them into another fit of laughter. “None of you fuckers told me this was live.”

“I can vouch for some scenarios,” Ashton said. “One of us was obviously present for each kiss, um” - he cleared his throat - “she kissed me...actually, some of you probably saw when she kissed me during a- aaah, what’re they called?”

“Keeks,” you said, coming out of your hiding.

“Shit, yeah, that’s right. It was a joke to a one direction song or something.” he replied. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, chat’s right. It was in a car and ‘kiss you’ by 1D was playing. So I puckered my lips towards her, as you do,”

The other boys and you laughed.

“And, uh, she let me kiss her. Like the song says.”

“And I regret that decision every day.” You said.

“Oh!”

“Ooh.”

“Harsh.”

“Ouch,” Ashton said, smiling. “That- that was only a peck though, you didn’t even get the full Ashton experience.”

You wrinkled your nose and stuck your tongue out at him. He stuck out his right back.

“She kissed me in a game of spin the bottle,” Michael piped up.

“When we were fifteen,” You said. “And I remember you used way too much tongue.”

Michael blushed a little bit. “Hey, I didn’t hear you complaining,”

“You were fifteen, bro, she was just happy to be kissed,” Calum said, making the group laugh.

“Yeah, imagine having to watch that,” Luke said. “It was pretty gross but Y/N seemed to enjoy it at the time.”

You laughed. “Like Cal said, I was just happy to be kissed,” you said, winking at Michael.

He rolled his eyes with a grin. “Ouch,”

“I think you kissed me during one of the old music videos, right Y/N?” Luke asked.

You nodded. “Yeah, but I think it got cut from the final thing. I don’t remember which one it was.”

“Was it She Looks So Perfect?” Calum asked.

“No, I don’t think so,”

“Oh my gosh!” Michael exclaimed. “Remember when we tried to get Y/N to run into the shot in her bra and a pair of American Apparel underwear?”

The group erupted into laughter.

“Oh my god, yeah!”

“And she would jump into Luke’s arms at the end?”

“Yeah, yeah!”

“I couldn’t believe you guys even had the guts to ask me that.” You said. “I told them no, of course, but they didn’t drop the subject the entire time they were filming.”

“So it definitely wasn’t She Looks So Perfect.”

“No,”

“Was it Don’t Stop?”

"Nah, she kissed Calum on the cheek in that one,”

Calum giggled, a small blush spreading across his face.

“Wasn’t one of the recent ones was it? Not No Shame or Easier?”

“No, definitely not, we’d have remembered that.”

“Fuck was it something from Youngblood?”

“Not Girls Talk Boys was it?”

“No, no, no,”

“Jesus, how many music videos am I in?”

“I think you’re in them all.”

“I’m in all of them?” You said, shocked.

“You didn’t know that?” Ashton replied.

“No, I didn’t know that. I mean I knew I was in a lot but I didn’t think it was them all.”

“Yeah, you always have some sort of cameo,” Luke said. “Even in Try Hard though you refused to ride the Rollercoaster.”

“Fuckin’ hate those things,”

“Oh, found it!” Michael exclaimed, a video playing in the reflection of his glasses. “It was in Good Girls, but it was cut.”

“Thought so,” You replied.

“It was during that slowed down, echo-y part.” Michael continued, dragging the video back a little bit.

“Oh, yeah, they had you jump up on stage and just, like, aggressively kiss Luke,” Ashton said.

You all laughed.

“Yeah. I remember that now. They wanted me to be one of the bad girls which I am absolutely not-”

“What do you mean? That song was about you.”

“I think the fuck not Mr. Irwin.”

That brought on more laughing.

“Yeah, don’t go looking that up,” You said. “Let’s just say there’s a reason it was cut.”

“It’s really not that bad,” Michael defended.

“I disagree, I’ve seen it.”

“I’m not sure how to feel about your strong emotions about this, Y/N,” Luke said with a laugh.

You laughed in return. “Trust me, Luke-ster, you were not the problem.”

“We’re getting off topic here,” Ashton interrupted. “How was the kiss, Y/N?”

You rolled your eyes, a small blush creeping across your cheeks. “It...wasn’t that bad... Better than Michael’s anyway.”

“Hey!”

You laughed and Luke shot you a wink through the camera.

“From the video it looks like you were enjoying it, Y/N,” Michael said with a smirk, getting you back for the comment.

“Fuck off Michael it was acting,”

"Mm hm, whatever you say,”

Your face was hot as you remembered it. The director had wanted it to be hot and intense. Wanted you to act like the girl from the song, which was hard for you on its own but you also had to full on kiss Luke in front of a whole bunch of people.

You were glad it got cut.

“The chat says it was hot,” Ashton read with a laugh.

You groaned. “After that behind the scenes video was released fucking (You + Luke’s Ship Name) was all over the place.”

Luke laughed. “I got tagged in a shit ton of Tweets, too.”

You nodded in agreement. “Not that I haven’t been shipped with all of you at one point or another,”

“I bet there’s still some fanfiction out there,” Michael said.

You laughed. “You would know,”

“When’d you kiss Calum?” Ashton asked.

“Drunk at a party,” Calum answered for you, sheepishly.

You gave him a lopsided grin. “That’s super dumb, Cal, I’m sorry.”

He laughed. “It’s okay,”

“You’re apologizing for kissing him?” Luke asked, grinning.

You blushed, laughing. “I guess?”

“That doesn’t totally count, you were drunk!” Ashton said.

“What you want me to kiss him again?”

“Maybe!”

You were all sent into a fit of laughter.

“See? Why do you guys even need me here? You know the stories.” You said, wiping your eyes from laughing so much.

“Because we can’t say who the best kisser is! And neither can any of our girlfriends. You are our unbiased party.”

“How do you know I’m unbiased?” You teased, putting them into a talking-over-each-other frenzy. You laughed. “Seriously, guys, all of those kisses were so long ago. I can’t give a good answer.”

“We just all need to kiss you again,” Luke joked.

“No way!” You protested.

“Why not?” Ashton asked.

“Because you have girlfriends! And that’d be weird...”

“I gotta agree with her,” Michael said. “She’s our sister from another mister, it’d be weird.”

“Sister from another mister?”

“Shut up, Luke,”

“Okay, well, now that I’ve slacked off you with guys for a while I should get back to work,” You said.

“You work for us, what could you possibly have to be doing right now?”

“Unlike you boys, I actually do work.”

They laughed.

“This is our work! We’re catering to our audience.” Michael said.

“Whatever you say,” You replied with a smile. “See you, guys.”

“Bye Y/N!”

You left the meeting and opened your twitter.

‘I’m not kissing them so don’t ask’

#5sos x reader #5sos x you #5sos x y/n #5sos imagine #calum hood x reader #ashton irwin x reader #luke hemmings x reader #michael clifford x reader #5 seconds of summer #5sos

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navalcriminalimagines · 3 years

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Lost self confidence

Anon: Can I request a lil one-shot where y/n has been on the team for a while and she put on some weight/starts feeling insecure about it and Gibbs helps her feel better? :> If not it's okay (Preferably a lot of fluff, angst & smut up to you)

Anon: Can I ask for a plus sized reader and gibbs please? I never see them :( Maybe someone says something about her weight when theyre working a case or something and he does the gibbs-legendary-elevator-conversation??? OuO

I thought those two requests work well together. Enjoy, lovely anons! ❤️

Warnings: punch, mention of blood, hurtful comments about weight

Tags: @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @madamsnape921 @specialagentastra

~~~~~

Your body changed. A lot. More than you like to admit.

You have been avoiding mirrors for a while now, but as you stand in front of it right now, only dressed in underwear, you have to face it. Your body changed and you don’t like it. Actually, you hate it.

As you look at your stomach that used to be flat, your hips that are larger, the celulitis… you can’t help but to think it’s no wonder you’re alone. Who could you attract, looking like this? Not many people and definitely not the man you wish you had. He has probably noticed how your body is different. Maybe before, you stood a chance with the man but not anymore. It’s a lost cause.

You put some clothes on and left for work.

You and your team are working on a tricky case, you are not impatient to get into the office today. But as always, you put on your best smile and pretend that everything is okay. Even though it’s most definitely not.

You skipped breakfast this morning - on purpose - but when you sit at your desk, you can see a brown bag sitting there. You look inside; donuts. Not just regular donuts, but your two favorites.

“Gibbs’s treat.” Tony lets you know.

“What’s the occasion?” you casually answer, putting the bag aside. It’s definitely a bad idea to eat them.

“No occasion. You’re just his favorite,”

You can’t help but smile at this. Not that it’s true, but it feels nice anyway. Before, you would have been happy about your boss’s attention, but not today. “Aren’t you going to eat them?”

“I’m not hungry. Do you want them?”

Tony grabs the bag before you know it. At least, you won’t have to throw them away.

You put yourself into work quickly after. You need to take your mind off your insecurities and how bad you feel about yourself. Tony tries to make casual conversation, just being his old self but as you barely answer, he realizes that something’s wrong with you. He just doesn’t know what.

“You’re staring.” You say to him, without looking up from your computer screen.

“You’re in a bad mood.” He states.

“Am not.”

“Y/N, please.” He stands up from his desk and walks up to yours. “I’m a trained investigator. Talk to me.”

“Not a chance.” You keep working, avoiding eye contact. You’re scared that he may read into you, or worse; that you may cry if he starts to ask too many questions.

“Did Gibbs get the order wrong?” He jokes. He doesn’t mean wrong at all, but it sets you off.

“Just-- leave me alone, DiNozzo.”

You practically jump for your chair, grab your laptop and walk away from the bullpen, leaving your coworker in awe. He’s not sure what just happened, but he’s more convinced that something’s really not okay with you.

You spend the next two hours hiding in the conference room. You didn’t work much, you mostly cried and felt sorry for yourself. You really hate yourself and your body right now. It’s not about gaining some weight, it’s also about how lonely you feel. You love your team more than anything, they really are like your family but when you get home at night, it’s just you. You and your thoughts. You and your loneliness.

You just want someone to get home to. Someone to cuddle, someone to love and who loves you back, someone to fall asleep with. Just someone.

You had your face buried in your arms when you heard the door opening. You look up, ashamed. Gibbs is standing here.

He closes the door behind him and walks to you. “You okay, Y/N?” he softly asks.

“Y-yeah. Just a bit tired.”

“You know, if DiNozzo pissed you off, you can tell me.”

You chuckle. “Nah, it’s nothing he did. I guess I got up on the wrong foot this morning, that’s it.”

Gibbs did let it go - for now - but you knew he didn’t buy any of it.

That is later's concern though, there is some news on the case and you need to get going. The afternoon went better; your mind was focused on the case, you didn’t have time to think of the rest. It’s only when you get back home that it hits again. Before taking a shower, you put a sheet on the big mirror in your bedroom. You don’t want to face your reflection for now.

*****

The next morning, you are in a better mood. Not entirely, you still skipped breakfast and avoided all the mirrors but you made a decision: you won’t let the team know. You won’t let them see you’re going through a tough time. It would only make things worse.

Everything’s going okay until that stupid lawyer shows up. You never wanted to see him again after hooking up with him over a year ago. He seemed nice and good looking, he flirted with you the whole time he was in the office, so when he invited you for a drink, you said yes.

Your agreement had something to do with Gibbs’s flirting with that shrink but to this day, you keep telling yourself that it hadn’t.

After a few drinks, you let the lawyer kiss you and before you knew it, you took him home and you had a one night stand.

The sex wasn’t the problem, you actually had a lot of fun. The problem was the next day.

He was gone before you woke up - still not a problem. But when Gibbs yelled at you for giving him some private information, you understood your mistake. The man had used you. While you were sleeping, he looked into your files and found the information he needed to save his client’s butt.

After that, Gibbs gave you the silent treatment for weeks. And he stopped being mad at you after you came to see him in his basement and did your mea culpa. No one ever talked about it since.

But now, the same man is standing in the middle of the bullpen. You growled to yourself before going in.

You don’t greet him at all, just sit at your desk. “Y/N? That’s you?” he says, apparently shocked.

You look at him briefly and don’t answer.

“My god, what happened to you?” he adds.

“Excuse you?” you snap.

“God, if you had been looking like this last year, I wouldn’t have been able to use you.”

His sentence feels like a punch in your stomach, it hurts. But it shouldn’t and you know it. But it still does. You stay there a moment, not knowing if you want to cry and beat the crap out of him. Probably both at the same, but you don’t move or don’t say a thing, you’re like frozen. You barely don’t notice when Gibbs pushes the man towards the elevator.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Ziva asks.

In the elevator

“Overprotective much, Gibbs?” the lawyer tries to appear confident and unafraid. He has his back against the wall, and in a second, he can hear Gibbs’s fist hitting a few inches away from his head. If the fist had touched his nose, he probably would have needed plastic surgery.

“Ever in your life, you disrespect a woman like that again, and especially--especially not Y/N.”

The lawyer made many people angry over the years, but never had he seen a man as angry as Gibbs looks right now.

“The only reason my hand is in this wall and not your face right now, is because she wouldn’t want me to get in trouble, but trust me when I say that all I want to do right now is to shoot you right in your precious parts.”

Gibbs is panting from anger. He can’t remember the last time he said that many words at once. But there’s no way that he or anyone else can disrespect you like this. Never, under his watch.

“So I’m gonna be very clear, you give that case to someone else. I don’t give a shit who, you just do it. And I don’t ever want to see your face again. Cause if I do, you’ll be so disfigured, you won’t be able to get another woman. Ever.”

“I could sue you for those threats, Special Agent Gibbs.”

“Are you planning to?”

“Maybe I am.”

“Well, in that case--”

This time, Gibbs’s fist hit the nose.

Meanwhile, in the bullpen

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Ziva asks.

“Yeah-yeah,” you clearly lie as your eyes are watering.

Your coworker isn’t buying it. She takes a step forward and hugs you softly. “Please, don’t let him get to you.” she whispers in your ear. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

Those words make you cry. You are not really buying them, but it does something to hear them. And you know deep inside that Ziva wouldn’t say something she doesn’t think.

As she keeps hugging, you can feel someone else’s arms wrapping around both of you. It’s Tony and shortly after, Tim is joining. “I think we should call Ducky. We’re going to have a crime scene.�� Tony jokes to light the mood.

“I don’t want Gibbs to put himself in trouble for me.” you sadly say.

“Y/N, if Gibbs hadn’t taken him in the elevator, we would all have jumped on him.” Tim tells you. Which surprises you because Tim is the one to avoid a fight as much as he can.

“Also, the only reason I’m not asking you out is because of Rule 12.”

You are about to answer to Tony when you can hear the elevator’s doors opening. You let go of one another and watch Gibbs as he comes back to you and takes you by the hand. “Someone may have to call 911.” he tells the rest of the team.

Gibbs takes you to the other elevator, the one that leads to the lower floors, where Abby’s lab and Autopsy are. But of course, he switches the button as soon as the doors close. He doesn’t say a thing, he just hugs you tight. “Your hand is blue, Gibbs.” you cry in his neck.

“Yeah and his nose is red, who cares.” he kisses your hair. “I don’t want you to cry because of him, Y/N. And especially not because of what he said.”

“But Gibbs--”

“Not ‘but’, Y/N. Look at me.” he softly grabs your chin with his non-injured hand and forces you to look into his eyes. “You may not believe me right now, but you’re beautiful, Y/N. Sexy. Hot.” you uncontrollably shake your head, not buying a word he says. “I know I’m not the best with words, so I’ll let my actions speak.”

Gibbs ducks his head just a bit and closes the gap between his lips and yours. He softly kisses. You probably have never been kissed this softly before. Gibbs is so gentle and tender, his lips move slowly but expertedly. You’re literally melting under him.

The kiss may have lasted for minutes, hours, you don’t really know. You lost track of time, as if the world had stopped spinning.

“I’m sorry I waited for something like this to happen to do it. I’ve wanted this for a very long time, Y/N.”

“Me, too, Gibbs. But I’m not sure that’s the best time. I’ve lost all self confidence and--”

He kisses you again, undoubtedly to make you shut up. “I’ll help you find it again. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.”

You rest your forehead against his, some tears are still rolling down your cheeks. “You’re not bad with words.”

“I’m still better with touch.”

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petersnya · 3 years

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sight for sore eyes|| peter b. parker ||

[part. 00; jealousy]

summary:: “I watch your eyes as she walks by…” you pause, tears forming as you remember the way peter looked at her- the way you wanted him to look at you, “what a sight for sore eyes…” || when the realization hits you about peter, it’s too late. but sometimes late is just the right timing… sometimes.

word count:: 1.5k

warnings(for the whole series):: friends>enemies>lovers, mature themes/smut, cursing, slight violence, lots of angst, fluff, clueless peter

warning(for this chapter):: cursing, angst, fluff

paring:: peter parker x fem!reader

[a/n]:: wattup! peter parker (and any other teens mentioned) have been aged up to 17 and turning 18 as the story goes on! i hope you enjoy this and make sure to let me know if you want to be tagged in the parts<3 also! endgame and infinity war did not happen for the sake mine and your happiness though out this ‘book’

“Your going down Parker.”

“Nah man, Im gonna—“

Peter was cut off but the vibration of his controller as you killed his video game character. Taking off your head set and setting down your controller with a calm, soft smirk spread across your face as your side of the TV had ‘winner’ written across.

“No-no! That’s not fair dude! You cheated,” Peter yelled towards you as you walked into the kitchen to grab a slice of pizza. Reaching into the fridge to get a soda, you felt your back being pressed against Peter’s toned chest as he grabbed the soda you had in your hand.

Opening it and taking a sip he chuckle at the look on your face as you turned around to face him. All he did was walk away, back towards the couch, falling back on to it as he picked up his head set.

The look that made the curly headed boy laugh was still on your face as you watched him. To him, you looked annoyed yet humored by him; but really, you couldn’t help this feeling you felt when you felt him against you. Redness began to creep up your neck but quickly faded as you shook the feeling he gave you.

He’s you best friend idiot. You can feel this way for him if all people.

“You coming?” Peter question, starting a new game. You rolled your eyes to make it seem as if you weren’t flustered but the boy a few feet away from you.

“Yea man. Ready to get your ass kicked agin?” You joked as you sat next to him.

“Haha- not funny.” He said with a straight face and a fake laugh that made you giggle as you shoved his shoulder with yours.

The whole night as you a peter played video games back to back, you couldn’t help but think about the feeling of his muscular chest against you. Around 1:20 AM, you and Peter had started to get tired. The boy next to you turned off the gaming console, slowly turning towards you.

“I got the couch, you got the bed.” He said, sleep lacing his voice. You wanted to protest, saying that you could both have the bed; but something stopped you and you just nodded your head, telling him good night as you walked to his bed room. His aunt, May, wasn’t home but made it very clear that she had an eye on both of you so you knew that Peter didn’t want to his aunt May to see you to in the bed together. Even if the two of you were just sleeping.

Laying in bed, Peter’s bed, you stared at the sealing not being able to fall asleep.

The smell of room sent your mind spiraling. Rolling over onto your side, you pushed your arm underneath his pillow as you inhaled his the sent. Peter was the only thing on your mind. The way he smiled, his chocolate hair and honey brown eyes, the light freckles across his nose that you could only see if you were up close to his face. His laugh made your heart skip beats.

“3:57 AM,” you read the clock sign with a sigh. You knew you should go to sleep; so you rolled once again, getting into a more comfortable position. Your eyes getting heavy as you drifted into sleep.

<<<<<<<<

A warm arm draped around your waist, fingers slowly sliding up and down your bare stomach from the shirt that lifted in your sleep.

You smiled softly at the contact, not thinking to check who it was. But the feeling a bare, muscular chest on your back made your eyes fling open.

Slowly, you turned your head to see who was behind you, even though you knew it was—

“Peter?”

“Mhmm,” he hummed back in response, not opening his eyes. You couldn’t shack the feeling of the chill that ran up your spine, and the goosebumps that formed on your body.

“Wha- uh.. what are you doing?” You questioned in a hushed voice.

“Hhmm? Oh sorry. The couch got uncomfortable. I didn’t think you’d mind though.” He said while opening his sleepy looking eyes.

“Oh no-I don’t mind.”

Peter removed his arm, turning with his back turned towards you. You almost whimpered at the feeling of his arm not being around your waist anymore.

Stop it [y/n]. This is Peter we’re talking about here. But why would he put his arm around me and not expect me to feel some way about it?

The thoughts ran through your head fast, the last on lingering for a while.

You and Peter were the best of friends. If he needed someone, you were there and vise versa. But you weren’t really that girly. So Peter didn’t think of you in ‘that type of way’. You didn’t think of him that way either. The two of you always called each other ‘bro’, ‘dude’, or ‘man’; but you still had that feeling of tingles and warmth—

Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud, tired groan from Peter. The sound going straight to your core. Quickly, you got up and went into his bathroom— making sure to not make a lot of noise as you went, Incase May was home.

Looking in the bathroom mirror you stared at your self in question. You were a tom-boy. You were wearing a pair of rolled up basket ball shorts of Peter’s and one of his very large white Tee’s. You shrugged at your reflection,

“If I wanted to look all girly and ‘pretty’ I could be the hottest girl he would know.”

“Who’s he?”

You jumped at the sound of Peter’s raspy voice behind you. He only had on sweats and no shirt. All you could think was

Damn

“No one, just.. speaking hypothetically.”

“Your wired,” he chuckled as you grabbed a towel from the bathroom closet, mumbling something along the lines of, ‘I’m just gonna go shower in Mays bathroom’. You just nodded, going to take a shower of your own in his bathroom.

After your shower, you went into the kitchen where May stood, making coffee for the three of you. Peter sat on the couch flipping through channels.

“Hey honey!”

“Morning May,” you said as you say in one of the chairs at the dining table.

“Are you going to Florida with Peter, Ned and Mj?” She questioned, you nodded in response. The three of you had been planning this for a while now so you were beyond excited to spend time with you best friends.

You stood for the set you just took, walking over to Peter. He was wearing his usual jeans and flannel but this time had a baseball cap on. As you slumped beside you grabbed the hat and put it on you backwards. Peter chuckled at your childish act, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

The three of you sat in silence till May was done with the coffee. She brought it over to you and Peter, handing you the mugs. You thanked her as she walked away.

Peter’s and your phone got a text notification— the two of you checking it at the same time. It was a group chat with you, Peter, MJ, and Ned for the trip to Universal Studios.

Ned: heyyyy.. so Liz and Flash are also coming to Disney with us.

You and Peter looked at each other at the sight of what Ned texted. You watched as Peter texted back— his cheeks a blushed red color. You have known Peter long enough to know when he’s turning red from anger. This wasn’t anger. He was… blushing?

Peter: Liz is coming?!

You face fell at the text. Looking down at your phone, you glanced up at young guy next to you; but quickly looked away before he saw you.

Mj: yea Ned! Wtf are they coming for???

Ned: well I was talking about it to Betty and they over heard and kinda invited their selves… srry:(

Y/n: I’m just gonna ignore those bitches and go to Hogwarts like I planned.

Peter looked at, “[y/n], you don’t like Liz?” He questioned.

You shocked your head no, not caring enough to look him in the face.

“How dude? She’s so hot,” he said with a smirk. Your heart sank at the words.

What the hell are you acting like this for [y/n]?

Peter continued to text in the group chat. You silenced your phone— not wanted to deal with this right now.

You had never became jealous of anyone. Confusion over took you as you scrambled your mind for why you were jealous of Peter and Liz. You didn’t like Peter at all. Did you?

Did you like Peter Parker? The thought lingered for a while.

No. No I can’t like him and I won’t. It’s just wrong.

Those words that you promised yourself you would keep was the biggest lie you had told yourself. Peter Parker was like a drug—

How could you not get addicted?

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supernaturalgirl20 · 3 years

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This Love (part two)

Pairings: Frankie Morales x reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, p in v smut, cursing, fluff, fighting.

Summary: Months after admitting your feelings for each other, your relationship with Frankie is stronger than ever. Helena makes a decision that could tear it all down. All good things must come to an end. Right?!

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You grab the sheet tightly in your hand, a moan escaping your swollen lips.

“Oh god….baby don’t stop…just like that.”

You move your hand to grab at his hair, tugging it harder as you near your release. Almost. Almost. Suddenly his mouth is off you and you sigh in frustration.

“Frankie, baby, I was almost there. Why did you stop. You can’t just wake me up like that and then leave me all wound up.”

He laughs, kissing his way up your thigh, over your stomach and finally meeting your lips in a searing kiss. He grabs his thick cock and strokes himself twice before lining up at your core. In one swift motion he is buried to the hilt inside you, filling you completely. You let out a loud moan.

“Shhhh baby, you gotta be quiet, don’t want to wake Sophia.”

It’s slow, almost lazy and you can feel every ridge, every vein on his thick member. God you love sleepy morning sex with Frankie.

“Didn’t……thrust….let….thrust….you come….before….wanted…ugh….come on…fuck…my cock.”

“Oh god Frankie….harder…please…..too slow.”

With that Frankie began pounding into you over and over. Hitting that sweet spot inside you every time. Your whole body was in ecstasy as you came loudly soaking his cock. With one final grunt Frankie spilled himself into you. He slowly pulled out and went to the en-suite to get a cloth and cleaned you up. Getting back into bed he lays down and pulls you into him.

“God I fucking love you baby.”

“I love you to.” You snuggle into his side.

“So what are the plans today?” He says as he runs his fingers up and down your spine.

“Well Santi is having that barbecue tonight, show off his new girl.”

“Damn forgot about that. Do we have to go?” He says snuggling closer

“Yes, or Santi will come over rip you a new one.”

There is a knock at your door before Sophia comes barrelling in. Jumping on the bed, she leaps on top of Frankie.

“Oof, bebita you gotta go easy, daddy is getting old now” he says tickling her. Once he releases her she crawls over to you.

“Morning baby, have a good sleep?”

“Yeah, am I staying with my abuala today?”

“Yeah baby and your going to stay for a sleepover, is that ok?”

“Yeaah” she hops down and rushes out of the room.

You turn to look at Frankie to find he already has his eyes on you, a look of adoration on his face.

“What?”

“Your just….so good with her, you’ve always been an amazing mother to her, it gets me thinking.”

“Oh no, don’t hurt yourself”, you say laughing.

“Oh you’ve done it now,” he says moving on top of you tickling you.

“Stop…..Frankie please….I can’t take it.” He stops and just stares down at you.

“Let’s have a baby!” Your shocked, having not expected this conversation today.

“Before you say anything, I’ve wanted this with you since that night at the bar. Your amazing with Sophia and she isn’t even yours, you would be an amazing mom. Imagine a mini me or you and Sophia would be the best if sister.” He was rambling now and you decided to put a stop to this, so you kissed him.

“Frankie…”

“It’s ok…we can talk about it again further down the line..” He goes to move off of you but you pull him back. You place your hands either side of his head, looking him deep in the eyes “is this what you really want?”

“Yes, I want it all with you baby.”

“Ok.”

“Ok? As in we’re going to have a baby ok?

“Yes Frankie we can try for a baby.” He plants kisses all over your face, “I love you, your going to be a hot mama, all swollen with my baby inside you.”

“Ok slow down there cowboy, our eldest is awake now and could walk in any minute.”

“Tonight,” he says wiggling his eyebrows at you. He’s dressed and out the door to Sophia before you know it. Lying back on the bed you run your hand down to your stomach, imagining what it will be like carrying Frankie’s baby. You can’t help the smile that spreads over your face.

****

Arriving at Santi’s that evening, Frankie is beaming, his arm wrapped around your waist.

“Hermano, glad you could make it, and Y/N, looking stunning as always.” He goes to kiss your cheek but Frankie stops him, “eh no funny stuff, hijo de puta.” They both laugh and hug each other.

“So where is this girl Pope? Or is she all in your head.”

“Nah, she’ll be here soon you’ll see.”

Walking towards the backyard, you spot the Miller brothers arguing over the bbq.

“You got to put it on like this..”

“Hey I know how to cook, back off benny.” Laughing at their antics you walk towards your sister.

“Hey, someone seems extra cheerful tonight”, she says nodding towards Frankie.

“Is he, I hadn’t noticed.” Smiling into your beer.

“You gave him a blowjob on the way over here?”

“He wishes, no we had a chat this morning about the future.”

“Omg…aah, he proposed, I knew it, wait until I tell Will.”

“What that’s not what…”

“Benny owes me 100 .”

“Wait what? You guys bet on this?”

“Ugh…yeah. Come on it’s you and Frankie, I bet he had the ring picked out years ago.”

“Oook, well as much as I would love to be engaged to Frankie, that’s not it.”

“Oh! Well what has him smiling like the cat that got the cream.”

“We’re going to try for a baby.”

“Aaahhhh, I’m going to be an auntie.”

“Keep it down, I’m not pregnant yet.”

Frankie makes his way over to you both, sits down beside you and pulls you into him.

“Hey Jen, how was Mexico?”

“Oh it was amazing, and the food, ugh, I’ve book it again for next year.”

****

Pope’s girl as it turned out, was Yovanna from that job in Colombia. It was a little tense at first but the guys warmed up. As the night was drawing to a close there was a knock at the door. Pope went to answer it and when he came back Frankie went stiff beside you. You turn to him and his face, it was like he saw a ghost. You follow his gaze to see Helena standing in the door to the patio.

“Helena what are you doing here?”

“Not that’s it’s any of your business, but I’m here to see Francisco.” If looks could kill she would be dead from the looks Jen was given her. You move your hand to Frankie thigh and give him a reassuring squeeze. He looks to you and his face softens.

“I gotta go talk to her baby, I owe her that much.”

“You owe her nothing Frankie.”

“Maybe not but I owe it to Sophia, she is still her mother.” Frankie stands and makes his way towards her.

Pope comes to sit beside you, “hermosa are you ok?”

“What if she wants him back Santi? I can’t lose him or Sophia, it would break me.”

“Hey, now you know Fish is smitten with you, your the love of his life, she may be Sophia’s biological mother but your her mom.” You curl into him trying not to cry.

Suddenly raised voices can be heard from inside. Pope turns to you, “hermosa I think you should go in there.”

You leave the group and make your way to Frankie and the closer you get you can make out what’s being said.

“Oh so your going to let that whore raise my daughter, I don’t think so.”

“No. You do not call her that, Y/N is not a whore, that women is my everything and she’s more a mother to Sophia than you will ever be. You abandoned us, don’t forget that, because I never will. If you want to start seeing Sophia, we can discuss it with a lawyer but don’t think for one second that there will ever be anything between you and me, because there won’t. I’ve moved on, I’m happy, I am going to marry Y/N and we are going to build a home together.”

“Oh come on, Francisco…..baby, your telling me you don’t want a piece of this anymore, you don’t want to fuck me again.” Having heard enough you open the door and Frankie pushes Helena off of him. He comes to stand beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Get out Helena, your embarrassing yourself.”

“Fuck you Francisco, this isn’t over.” With that she storm out, slamming he door behind her.

“Baby are you ok?” Frankie turns to you and pulls you into a kiss.

“Yeah baby, I’m fine, I love you.”

“I love you too. She can’t take Sophia away, what are we going to do?”

“Hey , look at me baby, I’m not going to let that happen ok. It’s me, you and Sophia against the world, always.”

“And maybe one more?” You stare at him lovingly and move his hand down towards your stomach.

“Well then we better get working on that then,” he says peppering kisses all over your face.

“Actually..” He pulls back and looks at you expectantly

“Are you…are we…”

“Yeah, we’re about to become a family of four”. Frankie lifts you up and spins you around. “You have just made this old man very happy. I love you, both of you, he says placing his hand back on your stomach.

“Wait until we tell Sophia .”

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asssikawa · 3 years

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pretty boy swag

i was just in a silly goofy mood, dont take it seriously pls;; gojo x gn! reader

summary: gojo being a pick me boy for you

AU where curses don’t exist; tw underaged smoking and drinking courtesy of shoko. art by @reiouta

you didn’t know how much longer you could tolerate the menace to society; satoru gojo. as of the passing recent months, he started actually acknowledging your existence after months of hanging around his acquaintances. you weren’t sure if you missed that he walked past you as if you were thin air, constantly bumping shoulders with him or gojo actually pestering you in the name of “wanting to get closer.”

walking down the empty halls of your school, you had memorized each route gojo and his group walked down… just to avoid them. an all too familiar voice followed by a song boomed in the empty hallways; dread immediately rose in you, as you attempted to pick up speed to lose track of the white haired teen. “pretty boy coming through,” he said in a sing-a-long voice, his eyes landing on your distant figure. “(name)!” he called out, making you flinch. slowly, you turned your head, a forced smile burning the sides of your mouth.

“hey gojo,” you squeaked out; you wished you could beat yourself up for sounding so meek. on gojo’s sides, two others peered out, the more tolerable ones from the group; suguru getou and shoko ieiri. a sigh of relief left your mouth upon seeing the two. getou’s usual content expression morphed into one of a sly fox.

“now gojo, it’s not nice to scare the underclassmen. you should know better,” getou said, followed up by shoko’s sarcastic tsk tsk of disappointment.

“right? what would poor utahime think about you bothering her best friend?” shoko said. she wore gojo’s sunglasses, adjusting them every now and then when they slid down her high nose bridge.

you take it back. they were just as bad as him.

gojo’s mouth opened to say something, but the bell cut him off. saved by the bell; quite literally. “get to class,” he said instead, another smirk splitting his face.

“i plan to,” you deadpanned, before hastily rushing to your first period, math. never have you wanted to be in math class so bad until gojo popped into your life. hell, you weren’t even good at math.

why had he started tormenting you out of all people? there was nothing particularly extraordinary about you; maybe it was the fact you were close to utahime? or nanami and haibara?

lost in your thoughts and endless possibilities, you had missed the bell ringing until the bubbly boy peered over your desk. his doe-like eyes scanned your dazed out face. “(name)? earth to (name)?” haibara said, waving his hand in front of your face. the taller blond man sighed, watching you finally snap out of your thoughts.

“you don’t even have any of the notes written, (name), that isn’t good for the quiz tomorrow,” nanami said, pulling out his composition book, before beckoning you to take the notebook.

“kenny,” you started.

“i’ll take that notebook right back if you call me that again.”

“you are godsent,” you said, batting your eyelashes his way. a hearty laugh emitted from haibara, his bright smile nearly lit up nanami’s mood once more.

“what’s got you thinking so hard?” haibara asked, draping his body over the seat while watching you pack up.

“surely if you’re thinking, it’s never good,” nanami muttered, earning an offended ‘hey’ from you. pressing your cheek against your balled fist, letting out a small hum. do you tell them or not?

“it’s just that, you know how gojo had never acknowledged me before? he’s been non stop pestering me these days and i’m thinking to myself; why? he couldn’t possibly like utahime and trying to get information out of me, she hates his guts!” you exclaimed, adjusting the bag over your shoulders. the duo glanced at each other, focusing back on you.

“(name), have you considered that he may like you? you know? have a crush?” haibara said, scratching the back of his head. you stayed silent for a while, pondering on the idea of gojo liking you.

“that’s a joke right,”

“why are you so pessimistic about people actually taking interest in you, romantically?” nanami asked, leaning against the desk.

“no romantic attention from anyone my entire life,” you said, standing from your seat.

“how lonely,” haibara responded.

the last few periods went by quicker than expected. the ring of the bell pulled you out of your thoughts, turning away from the window. it was surprisingly beautiful for this time of year; the skies were blue, soft fluffy clouds passed every now and then. the occasional gust of wind rattled windows of your class as your teacher paused his lecture. you preferred the gloomy weather, but seeing the clear skies was nice. packing up your materials and standing, you peered out the door, widening your eyes. down the hall was your trio of haibara, nanami and utahime… speaking to the other trio. utahime’s raven hair was tied in a low ponytail, a vague look of annoyance washed over on her face as gojo spoke, her expression softened every time shoko had interjected the conversation. you always wondered why the two aren’t dating yet. nanami’s eyes landed on your figure, his fingers pointed downwards towards the steps, in hopes gojo hadn’t seen you yet.

unfortunately for the both of you, he had caught notice of nanami’s subtle hand motions and followed his eyes towards you. “wow, it’s (name)! we were just waiting on you!” gojo said, his sunglasses shifted downwards, revealing his icicle blue eyes. utahime turned towards you, mouthing an ‘i am so sorry.’ reluctantly, your feet dragged along the halls, it felt as if weights were tied around your ankles. eventually, you made it towards the group; gojo’s long arm draped around your shoulders. your heart raced at the sudden gesture, heat raising to your face. “wouldn’t we be so cute together? look how big my hand is compared to theirs!” he exclaimed, his hand engulfed in yours.

“nah, you guys wouldn’t, sorry he’s so annoying, (name). no wonder why getou gets more hoes than you,” shoko said, pulling out a single cigarette and a lighter from her bag. her auburn eyes met yours, “want one?”

“shoko! how many times do i have to say not to smoke? and (name) is young too!” utahime sighed, earning a small ‘sorry’ from the girl. the black haired teen peered over at you, another sly expression settling over his face.

“say, satoru; let me compare hands with (name) too, i want to see something,”

“you can compare from afar,” gojo responded, pulling you closer to his side. a chesire cat grin split shoko’s face, slinging her arm over your body as well.

“cmon satoru, sharing is caring~” her body smelt of husky tobacco, traces of pinewood on her uniform. her breath smelt like strawberry bubblegum; her glossed lips came closer to your ear, “play along,” she whispered, her brunette strands brushing against your cheek. a snore followed by a scoff came from gojo’s scrunched up expression.

“don’t you have a bottle of vodka you should be downing? besides (name) doesn’t like girls like you,” he said, sticking out his tongue.

“well, why don’t we ask (name), what do you say?”

“don’t put them on the spot like that; seriously, you guys, you’re third years for pete’s sake,” utahime swatted shoko’s arm off your body whilst poking gojo’s side, making him squeal as he let go of you. a frown replaced his usual cocky expression.

“geez utahime, i didn’t take you as the jealous type- ouch, what was that for?” gojo exclaimed, the water bottle bouncing off his head. he rubbed his head. you stared at haibara’s sympathetic expression, still processing everything that happened within a matter of minutes.

just what the fuck was going on?

weeks had passed since that incident and things had become fairly normal again. your grades were flourishing, with the help of haibara and nanami. the three of you have been hanging out more often; utahime and shoko finally started dating. the two of them occasionally tagged along with your trio. gojo has finally stopped pestering you; you should be happy, no? you had convinced yourself that you didn’t miss the attention from the white haired teen. everything you did felt empty without his presence.

you had memorized each hallway gojo and his group walked down, passing through them; in hopes he would stop you, calling your name in his usual whiny voice. you didn’t hear his favorite song; no more him bringing you close with his lanky arms. subconsciously, you brought your hand close to your shoulders, feeling the ghost of gojo’s touch. “(name)? what are you doing here? more like, why are you standing there?” a feminine voice called out. you turned, seeing shoko standing down the hall, her bag slugged over her shoulder, a lit cigarette dangled from the corner of her lips.

“shoko,” her name left your lips in a hushed whisper. “why are you here?” she quirked her lip to the side, pursing her pink lips.

“i’m heading to see menace 1 and menace 2, now, answer my question. you hardly come around these parts,” shoko said, leaning against the wall.

“can i come with you?”

“huh… ah, you miss gojo?” overwhelming amounts of embarrassment washed over your expression; you could already sense your face radiating in heat.

“whatever! i just want to check up on him, that’s all.”

walking down the road, you and shoko conversed, her short auburn tresses blowing in the wind. the roads and sidewalks were painted orange as the sun nestled under the skyline.

“i thought you stopped smoking?” you asked, as shoko tossed the finished cigarette on the sidewalk, stomping on it.

“i’m trying for utahime, but it gets hard when i’m stressed, you know? especially with dumb and dumber,” she said, pulling out a silver flask.

“shoko!”

“what? do you want a sip?”

“no!”

sitting at the park, getou and gojo awaited shoko’s arrival. squinting his eyes at the distance, getou spotted two figures walking towards them. “looks like shoko has company,” getou mentioned, looking back at his taller companion. a frustrated groan left gojo; his glasses slipping down his face.

“good god, if she brings utahime again,” he responded, extending his arms on the bench, his legs spread out. a sly smirk twitched onto getou’s face.

“hey shoko and (name)!” getou exclaimed, waving. gojo’s half-lidded eyes shot open at your name, adjusting his sunglasses. his lanky body rose from the bench, straightening out his sluggish position. he cleared his throat, crossing his legs over each other. upon seeing getou and shoko greet one another, your eyes drifted off to the white haired male sitting in the background, avoiding eye contact with you. a crestfallen expression washed over your face, shuffling over to gojo.

“hey, gojo,” you said softly, sitting across from him. he let out a hum of acknowledgement before looking down at the painted bench. “why have you been avoiding me?”

“why have i been avoiding you? i don’t know (name), maybe just maybe, it’s because i don’t want to bother you with my advances, y’know? could be a contributor i guess, i don’t know, it’s a mystery,” gojo responded, traces of sarcasm in his usual bright voice. he was quite literally a child, huh? your mind recoiled, a frown twitching onto your face. is this who you really want to date?

“listen, i know, and i’m sorry; i just miss you a lot, okay? i like you by my side,” you muttered the last part to yourself. unfortunately for you, gojo had heard every single bit of it.

“huh? what did you say?” he teased, resting his hand on top of yours. his glasses slide down his nose, revealing his ice blue eyes. “you like me, eh?”

“don’t push it.”

the winter semester rolled by rather quickly. walking into the heated building, you removed your outside shoes and scarf. after preparing yourself for the long day, you walked down the hallway, spotting your group down the hallway. peering over the group, gojo waved at you with a big smile, his cheeks and nose tip flushed red from the cold. “babe!” he said, walking over to you with opened arms. heat rose to your face, as he wrapped his arms around you, peppering your face with small kisses. his cold fingers cupped your feverish skin. “my own personal heater,” he said.

“hey, get a room, you two,” shoko said, pulling out an unlit cigarette. utahime frowned at her, as shoko mumbled a small sorry before putting away the cigarette.

“i know miss locking lips isn’t talking,” gojo sneered back. “guys look at how cute (name) is compared to me! their hands are so small!” he gushed, pressing your warm hands against his.

if it were you four months ago, you’d rip away your hand in disgust, however, a warm smile split your face, holding onto his long slender fingers.

“look they are even holding onto me,” gojo said, as the bell rang. everyone shuffled around to their respective classes as you and your group stayed at the end of the hall. with a smirk, his white eyelashes fluttered under his sunglasses. they slowly went down his nose bridge, exposing his beautiful eyes once more. “get to class.”

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