#james griffin x reader

[keiffeine]

Keith, Matt and James reacting to their S/o flinching in an argument??

with gender-neutral reader.

genre: light angst?

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keith kogane

• keith can get slightly aggressive and harsh without realizing it, especially with his words. he’s worked on it, and he’s gotten better with the way he speaks when he’s getting frustrated, but sometimes the aggression slips out.

• so as you’re arguing, keith’s jaw tightens before he raises his voice, making you flinch because he’s nearly yelling, and every word makes guilt pound against your chest like he’s pinning everything on you.

• keith sees it immediately, stopping and inhaling slowly before releasing a calm, slow sigh. your eyes are glassy, like you’re about to cry, and he carefully takes your hands and squeezes them.

• “i’m sorry,” he says sheepishly, embarrassed that he let his emotions rule over again. “i didn’t want to yell, let’s just—just talk, okay? i’m sorry,” keith apologizes again, then kisses your temple.

lance mcclain

• lance doesn’t like getting in arguments. he just finds it pointless to yell at each other, but sometimes it gets to that point where you’re both frustrated and raising your voice.

• while you’re both trying to get each other’s point across, lance scratches his head in frustration and groans, wanting this to be over and done with, but neither of you would give in.

• you flinched when he raised his arm, thinking that he would physically hurt you somehow and exhaling a shaky sigh when he didn’t, feeling slightly guilty that you had immediately assumed the worst.

• lance noticed and softened. “did you think i was going to hurt you?” he asked, and you nodded, muttering a small yes before immediately adding, “i’m sorry, i don’t know why i reacted like that—”

• “don’t apologize,” lance cuts you off, gently taking your hand and tugging you close. “i don’t want to fight anymore, okay? can we talk it out? i hate arguing with you.”

james griffin

• james can be easily frustrated. he’s always busy, considering that he was an military officer, and with barely any free time for himself. when he does, he just wants to spend it with you.

• like many relationships though, disagreements occur that sometimes result into arguments, and with the weight of being a military officer piling onto problems with you, it does not mix well.

• “fuck! y/n, can you just…” james rubs at his temples, feeling his face growing hot. “i’m already stressed as it is, can we just not do this right now?!” he says, not even remembering what the point of the argument was to begin with.

• you flinch a little, taking a step back when he yelled, face getting warmer.

• james sighed, guilt drumming in his chest when he saw the look on your face.

• “i—” he sighed, chewing on his bottom lip for a moment before sitting you both down on the bed. “i didn’t mean to yell. i’m sorry, it’s—it’s not your fault, okay? i’m sorry,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

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hiya!! are you willing to do relations headcanons for james griffin? because he is fineeee~ (also your writing is spectacular!! keep up the great work!)

He’s so cute and for what??

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He’s the kind of lover to shower you in compliments

You passed a test? Gives you a kiss and tells you “I knew you could to it baby”

I wouldn’t describe him as clingy but he has his arm around you some way whether it’s around your shoulder or waist it’s there

He needs at least one kiss per day or he’s gonna get all fidgety sayin how he misses you, once he sees you he just cups your face and kisses you and smiles into it

He doesn’t mind PDA all that much, but if you’re not into it all that much that’s fine, but that just means he’s just gonna try and get you flustered✨

When cuddling you he likes to cuddle with y’all facing each other, so when he wakes up your face is the first thing he sees

PLAY WITH HIS HAIR HE LOVES THAT

Oooo messy haired James lemme see this-

He appoints himself to wake up before you so he could scatter your face with kisses

Deapite how he carries himself I feel like he would bottle up all his insecurities having you around would help him feel way better

He’s so used to being called a pet name so when you call him by his real name he’s all like “What happened to baby🥺”

He swears to himself that you’re mad at him

Now if you are mad at him he’s just like everything is fine, before he’s ranting to Ryan 2 minutes later asking what he did wrong

leifsdottir is like “Would you like a list?”

Queue everyone else holding in laughs while Rizavi and Ryan make eye contact and run away laughin

If you know you know✨

If y’all are both MFES he holds your hand under the table at meetings

If y’all aren’t sitting he has his arm around your shoulder or waist

You keep him from being dumb.

Now he cute and all but I wanted to slap him so bad when he yelled at Hunk💀

Sometimes y’all would just cuddle and talk about your missions, he has this look of longing in his eyes when he looks at you and smiles at you as you talk

Nobody trusts y’all to do missions together, cause they’ll just assume y’all were making out instead of completing it

It’s a joke that stemed from y’all going on an important mission and forgetting to bring back the key item cause y’all were runnin from the power beams

The other MFES? DISGUSTED they probably making gaging noises when they see y’all together

If one or the other ever got sent to the medbay from a dangerous mission y’all would wait for each other to wake up

He gives you a quick kiss in the launching area before missions it’s like a little good luck thing between y’all

Once again the MFES are SICK of y’all

[ruvatia]

Hello, could I have a James x Reader where the reader returns with the Paladins? And he doesn't know its them until they take off there helmet and he's just - 'Wah, I thought you died??'

this is long ghhfgfghhfnf

I also can’t finish oneshots like a normal person im so sorry lmao

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A BUNCH OF ONES AND A ZERO

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When you talked about your fantasies for returning home with Hunk, none of them were this grim and bleak. Earth was more green and lively than grey and galra-occupied. You had even gone as far as to believe that maybe some of your old crushes would notice you if you came back a war space hero support, that mom and dad would finally be happy with you and a bunch of other things.

You were glad that nobody could see your face after you put on your helmet, because you were positive that the team would be able to see you sweating your anxiety out. At this point you weren’t sure if you were crying or not. At least this glass in front of your face doesn’t get fogged up.

Back on earth all you did was write really shitty programs and slap them onto whatever was around: a social media platform barely anyone used, robots, etc. Eventually your skills had gotten you into the mechanics program at the Garrison, but after having locked yourself up for so long with code and weird creations, it was hard to connect to other people. Thankfully there had been a few oddheads that even back then, accepted you the same way your family eventually did. Leifsdottir and Kinkade were two, the blonde girl being the only one you’ve ever lost to in math. Kinkade had never been talkative, but you learned to enjoy the silences you shared overtime. 

Up in space, you had been the go-to hacker. Pidge and you had written multiple programs together and your efficiency only got better every time a Holt was added into the mix. For the coalition and rebellion, you took care of synching up their intel together once they first allied themselves and multiple times where they were close enough to retrieve information from key galra bases, you were there. 

But that was up in space, now you’re back on earth trying to accept the fact that your home planet was Galra-occupied. Drones and sentries roamed dust and ash covered cities that in your memory were full of life and people. You walked in the middle of their line and at the moment Lance screamed to take cover, Keith took you by the waist and pulled you under an overturned car. You spared a look at each other’s way before you pulled up a screen in front of you as he turned to Lance, telling him not to miss. After being rid of a few, he spoke up in their communications.

“Pidge, any chance that we could see those things before they could see us?”

“Already on it.” the brunette replied. “Looks like there’s four more heading our way.”

You examined the downed drone and noticed something in its wiring. 

“Wait, Pidge,” you said, coming closer to the drone. “These things--”

Before you could finish your sentence, Keith once again grabbed you and pulled you behind a rock, as Shiro informed the team that it wasn’t just drones this time. 

The Sentries themselves were no problem, but in the middle of the fight a familiar looking vehicle slammed one into a building, two humans emerging from it and shooting down the remaining drones.

“We got this!” a female voice shouted, while another shot the last drone hanging above Keith.

“I had it.” he quipped, making the soldier with an attack rifle snap back.

“Drones send out distress signals when they’re under attack. Our weapons neutralize those. So unless you want to deal with a swarm of those things, let us handle it.”

His voice was familiar, but at the same time you’d heard many voices while you were away from home. Maybe he sounded like someone you’d grown close to in the rebel forces?

In the vehicle, everyone slowly started shedding their helmets, all safe for you.

“Hey, aren’t you going to take that off?” Keith spoke, a hand on your shoulder.

“These regulate temperature, I’m good.” you replied nervously, making him frown in reply.

“Are you not feeling well?”

You put your index fingers together and shrank in your seat. As you spoke, Keith removed his hand from your shoulder.

“Oh you know, the crushing anxiety that maybe my family may or may not be safe. The usual.”

Keith had been nice to you since his return. You liked this new version of him, he was less prickly than he was before he left. Granted there were moments where he reverted back to what he was before you all were stuck on this space adventure together, but overall he’d slid back into the group after a whole 2 years of absence (for him at least) as if he never left. Out of all the paladins, he had been the hardest one to approach but knowing that the way you treasured him as a teammate was reciprocated right back was nice.

Arriving at the base, Shiro helped both you and Allura dismount the garrison vehicle. At the call of officer Iverson, you hid behind Shiro as he introduced earth’s Altean allies, thankfully going unnoticed as he focused on Keith right after. Or so you thought, because after Coran warned him about Kosmos’ powers he straightened like a rod with a cough. After giving the beast one last scratch behind the ears, he noticed that there had yet to be one soldier with their helmet on.

“Officer, it seems like there’s still one member of your team you’ve yet to introduce to me.”

“Who? Oh.”

The older man took you by the small of your back, basically telling you that there was no escape.

“They used to be a cadet here as well. I’m sure you’ll remember them once they properly greet you.”

With a sigh, you removed your helmet and straightened yourself for a salute.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again sir.” you spoke, you voice as steady as you could manage.

A vehicle away, another brunette replied to your greeting with wide eyes.

“She’s alive? She’s been alive this whole time?”

Keith felt James’ focus on you from afar and turned his way, noting his bewilderment. As Iverson called for Shiro to follow, the soldier came your way and turned you to face him by the shoulder, the action earning a small yelp from you.

“Hi James.” you smiled nervously, your hands clutching onto your helmet for dear life. 

“H… Hi.” he answered back, as if he was still processing that you were standing in front of him. “You, uh…”

Keith put between the two of you, glaring James down.

“Something you need?”

[justsomevoltronstuff]

Don’t Do That Again

James Griffin x Reader

requested: Matt! Matt or James! I love both of those and just reading First Kiss of Keith x Reader made me HAD to request one those boys! James x Reader! If not, Matt x Reader please 😄💕

word count: 1878

a/n: I uh, I hope this is to your liking. it’s different than Keith’s but I hope it’s okay👉👈 this was a lot of fun to write, thank you for requesting! :)

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It came as a surprise. Completely unexpected from both sides.

The earth was descending into shambles, the Garrison was doing all it could to protect the people, but the Galra were stronger. We were ill prepared, outnumbered, and quickly losing fighters. When they called your flight crew back, you were hesitant to follow orders. You could still see civilians down there and knew the second you flew off, they’d be dead.

“Y/l/n, don’t do what I think you’re about to do.” The voice of your squadron commander growled through the radio. You were notorious for disobeying orders off of emotion, and this time was no different.

As your squad flew back to base as ordered, you stayed back, watching the six of your team as well as holding the enemy off as long as possible so the civilians could get to safety.

“Y/l/n,” A voice spoke through the coms gently, “I know this is hard for you. It’s not easy for any of us, but if you stay out there alone, you’re going to get yourself killed.”

You took a deep breath, gaze never straying from your targets as you shot down as many Galra ships as possible. James Griffin was the biggest thorn in your side to ever exist. But not because of his attitude or anything like that, but because he was one of the only people in the entirety of the Garrison that could actually get you to think things through, and you hated that.

You’d survived most of your life by being independent and reckless, you didn’t fear death and had no self awareness when it came to protecting people. Your fierce loyalty, compassion, and sense of duty were the only reason the Garrison didn’t kick you to the curb a long time ago. You’d spent your whole life doing things your way, and for some reason James Griffin was the only person that got you to listen.

You gritted your teeth, debating just turning your com system off until all the civilians were safe, but you knew you’d get way too much shit if you did that.

“Fuck off Griffin, if I get myself killed, I get myself killed. There’s people down there, I won’t abandon them.”

“Y/l/n, you need to come back, now. That’s an order.” His voice sounded shakey, I couldn’t tell if it was from nerves or holding back anger.

“I don’t take orders from you.” You gritted back. You watched with bated breath as the last of the civilians were making a run for it.

“Y/n, get out of there now!” This time he didn’t sound fed up, he sounded extremely concerned. The use of your first name made you drag your eyes away from the ground and up to where a much larger Galra cruiser was pointing right at you.

Looking back down, you watched as the last civilian got to safety. Taking a deep breath you looked back up to see the cruiser charging for an attack.

“Hey James,”

“No, Y/n I know that voice. Don’t you dare. Turn around and come back to base, now!”

“Just shut up and listen to me! If I move now, I’ll bring them right to base.”

“Y/n,”

“James. I won’t put all of you in danger. The civilians got to safety, and so did the rest of my squadron. If I don’t, this is still a day won. Understood?”

There was silence and you knew everyone was watching and listening, their breath caught in their throats. You knew because you’ve been there. You’ve heard your comrades, your friends die. The coms don’t shut off, and you can hear everything in a persons last moments.

“It was an honor to fly with and to work alongside all of you. I’ll be damned if I lead the Galra directly to the front door of the only family I ever had.” Your voice was too shaky for your liking, you hated showing your emotions so blatantly.

“Y/n, don’t do this. Please.”

James Griffin. If anyone could get you to change your mind, it’d be him.

“I signed up knowing one of these missions would be a one-way trip, James. Take care of yourself. Oh and, thanks for being my voice of reason all those years.”

Before anyone could say anything else, you turned off your com system. You couldn’t bear the thought of them hearing your final moment. You also turned off your cameras, and went fully dark, making sure there was no way to track your ship, knowing they’d just send reinforcements if they could.

You weren’t one to just go down without a fight though, and you aimed your ship right at the biggest gun on the Galra cruiser and pressed forward, hoping to get to it and do some damage before your inevitable demise. What you had not anticipated, however, was a giant metal space lion flying in front of you and taking out the very gun you were headed for. You fell back as you noticed four more appear and they all worked together to take out the cruiser.

When one of them appeared in front of you and you saw the familiar face of your old friend Hunk from back when you were cadets at the Garrison, you forgot how to breathe. You waved at him in shock and he waved back, seemingly just as shocked. Pointing to the ground, you watched him nod before maneuvering your ship and heading to the surface.

You were out of your ship, rushing the large yellow space lion and pulling Hunk into a hug faster than one would presume possible.

“Oh my goodness. You’re alive!” You exclaimed. Then you froze and pushed him away before punching his shoulder. “Where the hell did you disappear to?” You couldn’t decide to be overjoyed or royally pissed off, but to be fair, you were just about to preform a suicide mission before they all showed up, your emotions were allowed to be a bit of a mess.

He nervously rubbed the back of his neck. “I kinda maybe accidentally joined a Legendary Defender of the universe and have been fighting dangerous murderous aliens.” He said in all one breath.

“Dope. Oh my- Pidge?!” And just like that you were sprinting to a green version of the large space lions. You pulled the small one into a tight hug, the both of you laughing and embracing each other.

“It’s been a while Y/n. I can tell you’ve been working out.” Pidge stated, sounding out of breath from how tight you were hugging.

“I can’t believe you’re all alive. I mean, Sam said you were but actually seeing you guys, this is crazy.”

“What were you doing alone this far from the Garrison?” A shorter boy with longish black hair spoke up. You recognized him from your days as a cadet, but couldn’t pin a name to the face for the life of you.

“Oh uh, well-”

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, Y/n. Keith just doesn’t have manners.” Lance said with a smirk as he made his way towards you, pulling you in for a hug himself. You laughed as you hugged him back.

“No, no, it’s okay. I was ensuring some civilians got to safety when my fleet was called back in. I stayed behind to make sure they weren’t tailed or shot down, as well as to make sure the Galra wouldn’t go after the civilians still on the surface. And then the cruiser showed up and I, well, I didn’t want them following me back to the Garrison.”

“They could’ve killed you Y/n/n.”

“They were going to.”

“Yeah. I know.” You square your shoulders back as you made eye contact with Keith, watching as he fully internalized what you were saying.

“You were running a suicide mission.”

Hunk gasped and Lance shook his head in disbelief, Pidge just kind of went silent, and a girl you hadn’t noticed before or ever seen spoke up.

“Why would you do something like that?”

You shrugged. “I’m impulsive and reckless.” You stated as if it was no big deal. “And now that there's no danger of being followed, I’ll escort you all back to headquarters.”

You made your way to your ship and took off, already knowing they’d all be right behind you. It wasn’t a very long flight, and when the building came into sight you suddenly remembered you were dark and they all thought you were dead.

Quickly turning your com system back on, you patched yourself through to the mainframe.

“Coming in for landing, and I’ve got a few special guests with me.”

“Y/n/n! You’re alive?” James all but shouted through the speaker.

“Yes sir I am.”

When he didn’t respond immediately you didn’t really think anything of it, but when you landed and climbed out of your little plane and turned to see him sprinting out of the building, you were shocked to say the least.

As he got closer, you noticed the tear streaks staining his face.

“James are you-”

You never finished your sentence as he got to you and wrapped you in her arms, pulling you towards him. You didn’t really register what was happening until he was pulling away from you and apologizing profusely, attempting to pull away from you entirely.

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him back down, reconnecting his lips with yours. He calmed down and melted into it, wrapping his arms back around you and pulling you impossibly close to him.

The sound of Lance whistling and Hunk whooping in excitement made you break apart in embarrassment. You blushed as you noticed James still hadn’t opened his eyes, as if he was processing it all, and buried your head into his shoulder.

“Y/l/n,” You looked up at him to find him looking down at you with a mixture of emotions shining in his eyes. “The next time you decide to do something so damn reckless and potentially hazardous to your health, make sure I’m by your side. I- I can’t lose you, Y/n.”

You felt tears well up in your eyes. You had spent your whole life by yourself, you had found your own family but never thought they thought of you as family as well. The realization that the stunt you pulled actually would’ve hurt someone hurt you. You never imagined there was someone waiting for you to come home, you never thought your absence would bring someone heartache, you knew there was no one for you, and you knew you’d rather risk your own life to protect the people you love than put them all at risk. Knowing it was one-sided made it easier.

Attempting to hold back your tears, you pulled James back down for another short kiss. “You actually ready to be stuck with me, Griffin?” You tried to say lightly, but your shaky voice gave you away.

He brushed your hair behind your ear gently. “I’ve been ready. I was just too nervous to tell you.”

You laughed and grinned as you kissed him again.

“I’m sorry for almost never giving you the chance to.”

~Admin Rori💜

[bookerror]

I- my queen is back 🥺🥺 I saw you posted saying requests are open, so if possible could you do some fluffy headcanons for James Griffin? That boy makes me beyond weak Love your writing so much and keep doing what your doing 🥰🥰💕🥺💖💓💘

[ Requests are open! ]

pairing: James Griffin x Rival University!Reader

summary: Fluffy headcanons detailing how you two met at a college football game between your two schools, the drama of dating a guy from a rival school, and Nadia being a pain in James’s ass (because what are friends for?).

a/n: Anon, you’re too kind!!!  LOML 💖💓💘 This request was really fun to write and helped break my writing block. Hope you like it!! 

You’re a university student at the Garrison’s rival institution Paramount University, studying humanities, the complete opposite of James’s military and STEM training

You two meet during a football game between your two schools. It’s a major event, naturally; so, although you and James make a habit of avoiding these large scale school events, your friend groups make you go

Your groups are next to each other in line to be let into the stadium: Now, imagine stealing glances at each other for thirty minutes!!

You could care less about your friends’ conversations about their WIP theses, hot professors, and gossip. Because there’s a hot guy  in the group next to you

Brunette with dark brown hair, a strong jaw, high cheekbones, and a slight grin. He’s tall and when he crosses his arms you notice how broad his chest is. 

But, dammit, he’s wearing a Garrison letterman jacket. A boy from a rival school is not what you need right now. But dammit he looks so fucking hot...wait...did he just flex?

Of course, James notices you noticing him. He thinks you’re super cute and 100 percent his type. No shit he’s going to show off a little.

He stretches his arms over his head and his black t-shirt rides up and reveals his abs.

Your eyes widen, you face turns redder, and you avert your gaze.

He stifles a chuckle at your shyness, but continues pulling shit like that to get your attention. Nadia notices him flexing and elbows him hard in the rib cage. So he tones it down…a little

You two bump into each other again at the food stand near the entrance just before halftime.

He walks up behind you as your grabbing napkins and says, “Glad you had the same idea,”

“Jesus Christ!” You almost drop your chili fries and your two dozen napkins. “Oh, hi, yeah. I just wanted to beat the rush.”

“Yeah. It’s gonna be absolute mayhem in five minutes.” He smiles at you and you smile back. He thinks you’re so pretty and makes a move. “Can I walk you back to your seat—”

“YES!”

On your walk back you tease each other since you belong to rival schools. At some point you exchange numbers, and when he gets back to his seats on the bleachers he texts you:

 Let’s make a bet. Garrison wins, I take you out on a date. Paramount wins, you take me out on a date.

You accept his terms.

Paramount wins—but he still pays for everything.

One date becomes two, two becomes four, and he ends up sneaking into your dorm every other couple nights to spend time with you.

Your twin size bed is way too small for the both of you—at least, that’s your excuse for basically laying on top of him.

He doesn’t call you out on it because he loves cuddling with you.

You find out he’s a giant nerd beneath his Type A exterior. You binge watch The Witcher and Harry Potter, play video games together. You get him into Animal Crossing (Pocket Camp especially) and he gets you into The Last of Us. 

Since you’re dating someone from your rival school, you wanted to keep it lowkey because your friends would roast your ass if they found out. Ditto for James and his crew.

But both of you keeping it secret only delays the inevitable.

Nadia finds out because she stole James’s phone to take silly selfies with Ryan and Ina and finds half a dozen notifications for Pocket Camp and texts from you calling him a litany of pet names.

“Hey, Griffin?” “Yeah?” “Who’s y/n? And why is she calling you ‘daddy?’ ” 

He’s across the room and lunges for the phone, getting into a wrestling match with Nadia trying to get it back.

(You didn’t actually call him ‘daddy,’ Nadia just has a fantastic sense of humor.)

He introduces you to his friends a week after. They love you and you get along great with them.

Most of the time they try to bring up embarrassing stories about James, and your boyfriend attempts to threaten them into silence. Ina and Ryan respect him enough to stay quiet, but Nadia is more of a wildcard.

He drives you back to your apartment after that. You can tell he’s a little embarrassed about some of the stories Nadia told him.

“So, sounds like you had a real romance with that Keith guy—” “Please, don’t bring him up.”

You laugh and make up for it with a lots of little kisses all over his face and a long hug when he drops you off in your apartment complex lobby.

“Don’t forget you’re meeting my friends next week.” You tell him. 

“I’ll be fine. They can’t be any worse than Nadia, right?”

“It’ll be like having brunch with four Nadias. So...much, much worse.”

“Dammit.”

[sleepychai-fics]

James Griffin x Reader H/C - Free Time on Atlas

Request: Anon; Could you do James and his s/o and some things they may have saw and what not on the Atlas in season 8 (also take your time, your writing is great 😄)

Pronouns: Gender Neutral

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Travelling through space on the Atlas meant seeing all sorts of unbelievable wonders and visiting all sort of different planets

It was hard to experience those moments with James due to the misalignment of schedules

However, you were one of the few plant biologists on the ships, so every planet you stopped at, you were tasked with collecting a few samples and James always accompanied you as a bodyguard

Even though it was a work-related task, you always treasured these moments and made the best of them

The two of you would wander around the place, keeping your guard up whilst also looking at the environment and different species that inhabited the planet

You could say it was a date

Although sometimes you had to be quick so you wouldn’t spend as much time out to look at the planet, it would be entirely work-related

On the Atlas, it was a rare moment that both of your schedules would line up and allow you two to spend time together

Sometimes, it was just five minutes together, either walking to the next room for more work or for a lunch break

During these short breaks, you’d be holding hands and talking about each other’s day and the progress you’ve made

Nights were mainly spent in one room

Nothing much would happen because you’d both be completely exhausted and pass out in each other’s arms

But, on those extremely rare moments, there would be a thirty-minute match-up of schedule where you’d both have a break in your work

You always treasured those moments and often spent the time in the viewing deck, lying on the floor in each others embrace and idly looking out at the vast yet empty view of space

It wasn’t much, but you grew to love those moments

[that-elf19]

James griffin x Reader

You were sitting in your dorm room alone thinking about James. You were helplessly in love with him. It was terrifying. You've never felt like this.

You had trouble catching your breath around him. A guy has never made you as breathless as he has. Well now that your thinking about there was that one time when you were sparing with Keith and he knocked the wind out of you, but that's diffrent.

With James you felt like a new helpless version of yourself. Constantly tripping and stumbling around like a baby learning to walk. He's the light of your life as strange as that sounds.

You felt your stomach growl, but you didn't want to go down stairs, he would be down there across from your seat, but you can't start yourself, maybe just maybe you could sneak past him and sit with someone else.

You hurry down and grab your breakfast, you notice that most seats were full, but there was a table towards the back, you started to walk over there when you felt someone grab your arm.

"Hey, where are you going?" James said.

Oh gosh. Oh no. Abort mission. "I decided to. . . Get exercise by walking ... around the perimeter of the cafeteria, before I go and sit down." You lied.

"You realize that you could just work out after breakfast?" He asked. "You've been acting really weird lately, what's wrong."

"Nothing!" You shouted before slamming your hand across your mouth. You looked around and noticed everyone staring at you guys.

"Are you sure?" You shoved your tray into his hands so he couldn't follow you and you bolted to the ladies bathroom.

Oh my gosh, I am a moron! You thought hitting your head on the wall.

You had always thought you were strong, that was of course you started to fall for him. Love made you weak, as sick as it sounds it's true.

You take a deep breath and walk out and see James standing there in the hallway leaning against the wall with his arms closed.

"Talk to me." He said, his voice was soft, but it was still demanding.

"About what? I'm fine."

"We're a team, we can't have whatever this is to get in the way of our work." He said standing up straight.

"It won't, it hasn't." You said turning to leave, he grabbed you and turned him toward him and held you there.

"Look me in the eyes, tell me that there is nothing to talk about." He said lifting your head so your eyes met.

You sigh and cross your eyes and looking away, "I can't do that, you knew that."

"Talk to me. Talk to someone." He said letting you go.

"I can't talk to you."

"Did I make you mad or something? You know-"

"You want to know why it is? I'm in love with you." You snapped and turned around away from him but didn't leave.

Your heart was racing a mile a minute. He was silent, that couldn't be a good thing. "I love you too, but-"

"You don't want to compromise the team." You finished for him. "So you agree?"

"No, honestly no. Take a chance for us, I'm begging you. I don't want to spend the rest of my life wondering what we could have been."

"But this-"

"Im not going to do anything stupid. I know what I can and can't do in the field." Your heart was breaking more and more every time he denied you.

"Alright, But if our relationship causes any problems it's over. I'm not going to put this relationship above the team. I worked so hard to be here."

You turned around and pulled him into a hug, "you won't regret this!"

[satoruvt]

anathema // pt. 4

this is it yall. this is the last part. i’m so fucking excited

pairing → james griffin x reader

word count → 1132

request → Hey! I’m in love with your writing! I’m not sure if you’ve done this, but it would be amazing to see a James Griffin x Reader enemies to lovers trope. Like, full on angst and fluff and all things that destroys and meds hearts 😂😂❤️

song inspo → circles + and, both by eden

part one | part two | part three | part four

Anathema.

James Griffin was your anathema.

Then again, if he was, it wouldn’t have felt so good when he kissed you, right?

It certainly took you by surprise. You hadn’t moved, not at first, stick straight against the wall as James kissed you. It was soft and slow and everything you could have wanted, but before you let yourself really sink into it (which was incredibly hard not to do) you pushed James away and ran the other direction as fast as you could, completely forgetting about your phone in your previous class.

The after-the-semester break the school had given to students was supposed to be a good time for you to relax, but you couldn’t. Not when all you could think about was the smell of James’ cologne, how good it felt to have his lips pressed to yours, and oh, his lashes fluttering against your cheek -

“Heyo!” comes a voice from your door, and you snap out of your trance to see Nadia enter your apartment with a bag in her hand. You quickly recognize a few brands through the plastic and remember that she called about coming to hang out, the promise of snacks being her way to bribe you.

You don’t say anything in response, instead offering up a smile and a quick wave. Nadia sets her bag of bribery on your tiny kitchen counter before sitting down next to you on your too-small sofa.

“What’s wrong?” she asks immediately, and you sigh, because only Nadia would notice something’s up right away. You fall back into your couch, groaning as she looks back at you patiently.

“James and I, we…” you start, and you feel the blush creeping up your neck. “We kissed.”

Nadia pauses, then snickers from her place beside you. A gasp leaves your lips as you playfully hit her, earning an estranged “ow!” in return.

“That’s what’s got you all stressed out? You two kissed?”

“Yeah.”

“Well,” Nadia says, pushing her glasses further up the bridge of her nose, “do you like him?”

You open your mouth to answer, but then close it. Do you like him? Or is it just a strangely-developed crush from being around him so much? Panic rises in your brain, faintly, because you’ve only ever hated him - despised him, even. The idea of being civil with him was new in itself, but liking him?

“You don’t have to answer now,” Nadia rushes out, sensing your anxiety. “Just… think about it, yeah? And come to this party with me tonight.”

You send her a look.

“C’mon, it’ll help you feel less stressed! Get your mind off of things,” she tries, and you sigh, already knowing it’s a losing battle. You nod, faintly, and see her grin in your peripheral vision. She stands up to get the snacks she brought and then plops back down next to you, handing you your favorite candy as a sort of “feel better” tactic.

-

The party fucking blows.

You knew most of your class - at least by name - and notice a few classmates as you walk through the too-big, “I’m-a-rich-kid-and-my-parents-are-out-on-vacation-in-the-Virgin-Islands” house, but aside from a kid in your astronomy class you know exactly no one. It’s better than you expected - no one’s screaming or mosh-pitting in the living room - but still not your scene, so you grab a drink and head out back, sitting by whoever’s pool. Nadia never told you who was throwing the party - wait a second, where the hell is Nadia?

Through a window you see her taking a few shots and know she’ll be fine, even with the after-thought of having to take her home later. With a sigh, you sit in a chair, watching as the lights in the pool flicker on. The world is draped in a blue glow, and it’s calming. You notice, vaguely, that there’s no one else out here - surprising, but you appreciate it nonetheless.

You close your eyes, taking a swift sip from your drink and indulging in the sound of quiet. It helps ease your mind - you kissing James doesn’t seem like such a big deal, not anymore. A breeze comes by and you let yourself feel a bit better as your hair follows the wind.

“Hey,” a voice says, and you open your eyes to find someone you can’t decide if you want to see or not.

James looks nervous as he stands in front of you, shifting his weight between his feet. You’ve never seen him like this - always the epitome of confidence, especially in front of you. He meets your eyes, tentatively, and you immediately stand up, moving before your brain even registers what’s going on.

“I’m leaving,” you murmur, trying to get past James. You manage to, but he follows you.

“Y/N, please -”

“No.”

“Are we gonna talk about what happened?”

You try to pretend that his voice doesn’t sound amazing saying your name, and turn around to face him. You find his eyes and make sure to make it obvious that you’re serious. “Nothing happened. Nothing.”

Something changes in his eyes. Sorrow to anger, shame to defense.

“Something happened, babe,” he says, and his eyes match yours in intensity. “We kissed. And you’re acting like it’s nothing.”

What?

“Why did you, huh?” You yell in response, throwing your arms up. “You have hated me for years. What the hell compelled you to kiss me?”

The air goes still, quiet as James softens. He shoves his hands in his pockets, looking down at his feet with a timid scoff. He looks up at you, again, and you realize.

“I never really hated you,” he says softly. “You were impressive, just intimidating. I didn’t know how to deal with it, so I just acted like I hated you, because I thought it’d be easier. I agreed to help you because I thought it’d be a good way to get closer to you - to show you that I’m not… just that guy you hate.”

You hear your heart pounding in your ears. “What are you saying?” You ask, swallowing thickly.

“I’m saying I love you.”

You don’t even have time to think.

Before you know it you’re stepping closer to him, tracing his jawline with your fingers, feeling up his arms and chest and then leaning up to kiss him, this time. It’s better than the last one you shared, smoother and reciprocated. You don’t know why - something in you tells you to just keep going, that you need to.

You break away from the kiss slowly, trying to find words to explain your emotions. None come to mind, none that make sense, but when you look at James you see that he understands - maybe not how you feel, but he understands that it’s confusing.

You lean forward to kiss him again.