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Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

CHAERI'S MASTERLIST

How everything in the 14.03.23 live reminds Jungkook of Chaeri

❒ members: Jungkook

❒ genre: fluff?? slice of life?? I don't really know

❒ summary: in which Jk's live on 14.03.23 is nothing more than a summary of his time with Chaeri at the beginning of the year

❒ notes: I deeply suggest listening to the version of 'Falling' in the post, it makes me so damn emotional. It's hard for me to explain how much I loved writing about this soft Jungkook, who does everything to take care of those he loves + all written while listening to his songs (covers and non). I really hope you appreciate it the same way I do

❒ warnings: Mentions of a broken ankle and healing injuries; purchase of products containing nicotine; vaping; moody Chaeri; All events take place at the time when Chaeri and Jungkook move back to the dorms together in early 2023. The occurrences described below, however, are not placed in chronological order

requests are open (even if it takes a while)

January/February, 2023

❥ Elfbar

჻ "You know what would make this so much more bearable?"

჻ Too little time had passed since the accident to stop hurting

჻ Chaeri had planned to finish/start the year doing one of the things she loved most: Going snowboarding

჻ Too bad she had ended up with a broken ankle, a subluxated wrist, and pain scattered throughout her body

჻ She could call herself lucky, however, because she could have broken her neck

჻ Upon discharge from the hospital, talking with her members, it had seemed like a good idea for her to spend the weeks that would follow at the dorms, so as to make it easier for everyone to drop in on her

჻ Jungkook, the only one who had no scheduled commitments, had offered to stay over to help her as much as he could

჻ And she had been nothing but grateful. She hated the thought of being surrounded only by her staff to take care of her wounds.

჻ Jungkook turned his attention away from the pan whose ingredients inside were sizzling. The smell of it was outstanding "What?"

჻ "Elfbar."

჻ It took longer than expected to convince him to join her in searching for an electronic cigarette to buy online

჻ Doctors had given her advice to avoid smoking, not that she was a regular smoker, but vaping from time to time when she was particularly nervous helped her not to freak out

჻ And for the whole time he spent cooking, the guy repeated the doctors' words to her.

჻ But in the end he gave in, which meant that after dinner they found themselves scrolling through the website of the aforementioned brand to decide what flavors to buy

჻ "Strawberry ice might seem basic but in my opinion it's one of the best."

჻ Jungkook's face did not seem to agree much

჻ "I'd rather order the watermelon one."

჻ " Still basic." ゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜ ჻ The smokes took exactly one day to arrive, hermetically sealed in an anonymous package with no markings or writing on them, as if they were illegal products

჻ The whole thing made her laugh, but her little moment of good cheer ended when she realized she couldn't open the package herself because of her injured wrist

჻ "It's okay, I'll open it."

჻ Jungkook took it from her hand and moved away from the couch she was sitting on, going to open it on the kitchen counter with the scissors

჻ He might have done this simply to show her that even he, with his bare hands, could not do it

჻ Although, obviously, he would have succeeded without the help of any tools

჻ It was typical of him to take care of people in this way

჻ Small, almost invisible gestures to make those around him comfortable

჻ Chaeri chased those thoughts about Jungkook out of her mind.

჻ She was overthinking, and she promised herself that she wouldn't do that.

჻ "They smell sweeter than I remembered," Jungkook returned to her with the two cigarettes ready to use.

჻ One colored pink and one colored red

჻ The smell of fruit hit her full force.

჻ As soon as Jungkook tried his watermelon vape, his face was anything but smug

჻ " Give mine a try"

჻ Chaeri pulled her lips away from the cigarette, handing it to the boy next to her. Definitely strawberry ice had been the right choice.

჻ Jungkook accepted without making too much fuss, exchanging cigarettes

჻ The girl took a puff of the watermelon one and her expression changed in the same way as his, " Way too sweet. It feels like melted ice cream under your nose."

჻ "Yeah, yours is definitely better"

჻ "I had no doubt"

The electronic cigarette seen in Jungkook's live is an Elfbar Strawberry ice

❥ Bartender Jk

჻ "I can't even remember the last time I went out."

჻ Okay, she acknowledged. Since her recovery phase started, she had become annoying even to herself. That wasn't her, and she was amazed at how Jungkook could always be patient with her

჻ "Your wrist is already better, for the ankle I'm sure that in a couple of weeks you will be able to return to your normal life."

჻ "Two more weeks!? I can't stand it."

჻ Jungkook laughed, rather, at the dramatic way the girl dropped her head against the pillow, as if he had just given her the worst news a person can receive

჻ "What do you miss the most?"

჻ "I don't know-anything. Like, going to a bar and having a drink, dancing to background music."

჻ Jungkook made a mental note about what was just told to him

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჻ The next evening, while Chaeri was busy in the, said by her, very boring activity of reading a book in English to try to improve her foreign vocabulary, Jungkook had left the bedroom and had not returned there

჻ "Jungkook?"

჻ She laid the book down by her side as, with clumsy movements, she clung first to the bedside table and then to her crutches to get to her feet

჻ Reading could have waited

჻ "I'm up to something, wait a few minutes."

჻ The boy's voice came from a distance

჻ She, being the disobedient girl that she was, didn't listen to him and with small, shaky steps made her way to the kitchen

჻ She immediately noticed the difference in illumination from the room she came from

჻ The main lights were not on, rather Jungkook's galaxy projector was glowing and made the atmosphere of the dimly lit room relaxing

჻ Behind the kitchen cabinet, the guy in perfect bartender uniform: White shirt rolled up to the elbows, black pants, long hair tied back in a messy bun

჻ Extremely attractive

჻ He was deep in the act of rinsing a glass cup with flowing water

჻ "Welcome, lady"

჻ "What's all this?"

჻ "Your day out. Welcome to - Jk's - , pay 0 and take as many as you want."

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჻ He had literally set up a bar in their kitchen, to make her smile

჻ And God, had he succeeded

჻ The cupboard behind him, purposely opened, neatly displayed his entire collection of booze, mostly whiskey

჻ An old-fashioned stereo rested in the corner, with soft music playing in the background

჻ The stools side by side in what had become the bar area, with shakers, straws, and glasses filled with colored liquids inside

჻ "I can't believe it"

჻ He had taken the crutches out of her hands and sat her down on one of those right barstools, before going back behind the counter

჻ "New opening, we offer drinks for this. It's hard to believe, I know. During this time of crisis-"

჻ "You're right into the character I see" Chaeri burst into laughter, a laughter that hadn't come out of her own accord in weeks now

჻ "You know when I do something, I do it properly" "So, what can I serve you tonight, young lady? We have a wide selection. If you want an advice, the blueberry juice is quite good."

჻ "Juice?! No, I'm an adult, I want alcohol."

჻ "No alcohol for adults who take painkillers."

჻ "Ugh, okay. Blueberry juice then"

჻ Jungkook put a lot of effort into making the preparation of the blueberry juice look like an actual cocktail, he even added a colorful little umbrella sticking out of the glass

჻ "So professional, aren't you?"

゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜ ჻ It went on for at least a couple of hours

჻ They chatted about this and that, drinking colorful juices

჻ "I think the bar is almost closing, young lady. Last wish for tonight?"

჻ "When I go to these kinds of places I usually like to dance to the songs they put on, but I think this cannot come true."

჻ "And who says no?"

჻ "Well, the brace on my leg? my broken foot?"

჻ "Nothing that can't be worked around."

჻ "What you have in mind?"

჻ Jungkook, who was leaning comfortably against the surface of the table with his elbows, circled around it to get to her side and offer her a hand

჻ "I- I don't think that's…proper"

჻ The boy's eyes narrowed "Wouldn't you do it with Yoongi hyung? With Namjoon hyung or everyone else of us?"

჻ "Well..I think so."

჻ "So why not with me?"

჻ "I guess you're right."

゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜ ჻ Jungkook had got her up.

჻ He held one palm open behind her shoulders, the other positioned at the end of her back

჻ He told her to rest her foot with the brace on his so that she would not have to put weight on it

჻ In the background 'I wanna be yours' by the Arctic monkeys filled the room.

჻ Chaeri gasped the moment Jungkook made her move for the first time.

჻ She was surprised to find that he, in that way, was able to keep her from putting any pressure at all on her injury

჻ Not knowing where to rest her hands, she placed them on his chest

჻ 'They were too close, they had to pull away' was what the girl repeated to herself in her mind

჻ But the moment he proved to her that she was actually dancing, that he was letting her dance after all that time she had been forced to stand still, every other thought vanished

჻ "I am dancing"

჻ "You are dancing"

჻ She flashed an excited smile. She never had stopped dancing for so long since she had first learned to do it when she was three years old.

჻ Under her fingers she could feel Jungkook's heart pumping in his chest, alive as never before

჻ He ventured to pull her a little tighter against his body, barely allowing her to touch her sound foot on the ground

჻ He even managed to make her dip slightly, and when he brought her back up, at the level of his face, he could not help but think how much he wished that what they had shared was still between them

჻ He loosened his grip on her shoulders to reach her hair, from which he slipped the scrunchie that held it up

჻ A move he used to do before kissing her

჻ Chaeri seemed to have the same thoughts as him, from the way she looked at him, in which her lips parted as reflex, without her having planned to do so

჻ Instead he simply slid her scrunchie down his wrist and let her go a second after the last notes of the song faded away

❥ Jk humming 'Until I found you'

჻ Many of her activities planned for the beginning of that year had been postponed because of the accident

჻ However, the company's managers decided to carry on at least the ones that didn't require too much effort for their artist

჻ Because of this, about fifteen people arrived in the dormitory one day, armed with all the equipment needed to record a cover

჻ The living room within half an hour no longer had anything to envy a real recording studio

჻ The staff took longer than usual to try to get her ready, do her makeup, and fix her hair, as she was totally uncomfortable with any touch from them

჻ Probably due to the bad mood of those days, of the extreme sensitivity of her body due to her injuries or for being emotional, but she gave the staff a lot of trouble

჻ She couldn't stand them pulling her hair to iron it straight, she couldn't stand them touching the wounds on her face, putting on earrings, nail polish, or anything else

჻ "Can't you just record the song? Is it necessary for you to film her as well?" Jungkook was leaning on the doorway of the huge bathroom on the 1st floor of their apartment

჻ Chaeri looked at him through the mirror in front of her, noticing that he was talking to the staff but his eyes were on her as well

჻ "This is not up to us, Jungkook" The lady in charge of makeup, who was doing her best to cover the bruises and scratches still on her face, replied

჻ "I will talk to the people in charge about it, then."

჻ Chaeri mimicked a thank you to him with her lips.

჻ And he smiled at her before disappearing from her sight ゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜

჻ With Jungkook's help, she sat on the couch, underneath her foot wrapped a smurf to keep her leg up and less sore as possible

჻ As he foretold, he had ensured that the cover was recorded without capturing her on video

჻ She, thanks to this, was already feeling better

჻ Sitting by her side, he got the time to help her warm up her voice before starting

჻ Not that he really needed it, though doing it together he felt might make Chaeri face the next few hours more easily

჻ When the time to record came, he stepped back far enough to allow the staff to place all the necessary equipment around Chaeri

჻ She put on her headphones, brought the microphone as close to her as possible, in her hand the paper with Stephen Sanchez's beautiful lyrics

჻ "I'm ready"

჻ Jungkook raised both thumbs to show her support

჻ And only then did a smile come to her face

჻ "..I asked to Love her once again You fell, I caught you I'll never let you go again like I did Oh, I used to say I would never fall in love again until I found her.."

჻ Chaeri did everything she could to avoid eye contact with Jungkook as soon as she began to sing

჻ Although she couldn't explain why

჻ Or perhaps, just rationally she couldn't explain why.

❥ Falling by Harry Styles

჻ It was late at night and she lost track of all the painkillers she had taken during the day

჻ Definitely too many to consider taking another one to try to rest

჻ She was unable to find a position in bed that would give her body relief

჻ She had even shifted all the blankets at the foot of the bed, believing that the weight of them might somehow be hurting her

჻ But nothing had changed

჻ What's more, for all the time she had spent awake, her head was also beginning to pound uncomfortably.

჻ She hated what had happened to her, it made her so deprived and in pain that she could not be in a good mood for anything at that time

჻ The wrist, since it was not broken, was not going to take long to heal. The bandage would soon be removed and with some physical therapy she would be up to moving it in no time

჻ Her ankle, however, was giving her hell and they had given her no hope of getting better for at least a month

჻ She tried to change position for the umpteenth time, which caused a cry of pain to escape her lips

჻ From the door popped Jungkook's head, who was passing out there at that very moment "Are you okay?"

჻ Chaeri tried to shrug it off, saying it was just a little pain, but Jk knew better. He could see the pain in her eyes.

჻ "Can I do anything to help?" Jungkook asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

჻ She shook her head, but then a thought occurred to her. "Actually, do you remember how you used to sing to me when we were together?"

჻ Jungkook's breath hitched and it took him a few seconds before he managed to force his mouth to move to formulate a reply. It had been so long since Chaeri mentioned anything about when they were a couple.

჻ "Of course, it used to make you fall asleep"

჻ "Would you mind singing to me now? I'm having trouble sleeping"

჻ The girl did not have enough energy to question whether or not her request was appropriate to their situation. She felt that it was what she needed

჻ "Anything"

჻ With graceful movements, he positioned himself on the side of the bed next to her. Not too close, but not as far away as he was a moment before either.

჻ If she wanted this, he would recreate exactly what happened years earlier every night

჻ "I'm in my bed And you're not here And there's no one to blame but the drink in my wandering hands Forget what I said It's not what I meant And I can't take it back, I can't unpack the baggage you left"

჻ Chaeri closed her eyes, letting his voice wash over her

჻ "What am I now? What am I now? What if I'm someone I don't want around? I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling What if I'm down? What if I'm out? What if I'm someone you won't talk about? I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling"

჻ She didn't open her eyes as she interrupted him, her voice already more relaxed, as if she were about to fall asleep at any moment

჻ "Are you afraid?"

჻ "Afraid of what?"

჻ "Of the future."

჻ "I don't get the point, Chaeri."

჻ "I know-I feel that you are not well. I know you. What I want to tell you is not to question who you are. I feel lost too since the hiatus started, but … they won't stop loving you, we won't stop loving you. You are a beautiful person, Jungkook. Not having plans does not mean that you are a failure." "Actually, I think you will do big things, with or without us. But only you will know when the time is right."

჻ "And you were able to figure all this out from…?"

჻ "By the way you sing this song."

჻ She knew him better than anyone else

჻ Jungkook again felt like the shy teenager who relied on her whenever he failed to share his emotions alone

჻ "Can you keep singing, please?"

჻ She fell asleep shortly afterwards

჻ Jungkook stayed there, watching her sleep. He wanted to make sure she was okay. He reached out and caressed her face, the urge to kiss her overwhelming. But he knew that they were just 'family' now, even if he could still sense that something between the two never disappeared

჻ He settled for watching over her, making sure she was safe and comfortable. He didn't want her to feel alone, especially not now when she needed him the most

჻ As the night wore on, Jungkook felt a sense of peace settle over him. He knew that he would always be there for Chaeri, no matter what

჻ And he also knew again why he fell in love with her

Thanks to those who read, let me know if you enjoyed it! I read somewhere that asks and comments help keep the author motivated lol

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mightystumpmachine · 4 months

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Patrick x female reader where she is sad and wants cuddles and he has to find out why she is sad

Heyyy, wassup? Thanks for your idea! Tbh, I didn't know what to come up with to specify the reason for the sadness and make it a bit personal, but I hope you like it! You can always leave me a message with more requests. Love you anonymous user :3

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★☆゜・。。・゜・。。・゜★

Dial My Number When Your Heart Feels Heavy.

(Patrick Stump x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You're feeling sad and overwhelmed, and Patrick comes over to your house to comfort you.

Warnings: None really.

Type of fanfic: Fluff; slice of life; slight angst; comfort fic; one-shot.

Notes: Nothing important, just that I imagined all this with Patrick in the AB/AP era.

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“I’ll be right there” was the last thing you heard before Patrick hung up the call.

You tossed your phone aside, certain you wouldn’t look at it again for a while. You curled up in the corner of the couch, hugging yourself.

You feelt too stressed and sad, being with anyone but Patrick was the last thing you wanted. So, you decided to call him, knowing he would find a way to make you feel better.

You couldn’t even explain what was going on because as soon as he heard you were feeling down, he interrupted to say he was coming over.

In a way, you were grateful because you didn’t want to talk about it. Maybe it was best to forget everything, at least for a while.

About an hour later, which felt almost eternal to you, Patrick entered your apartment (with the key you had entrusted to him months ago).

You locked eyes for a second, and he didn’t need you to say anything. He just approached and hugged you warmly and protectively.

You didn’t cry because you had cried enough already. You just stayed there, immersed in Patrick’s scent and warmth.

He made room for you to snuggle into his chest, and although you didn’t notice, he checked your face from time to time to make sure you weren’t crying.

“Are you okay?” he asked after a considerable time without speaking.

You shook your head, burying your face even deeper into his chest.

He started stroking your hair in an attempt to calm you. He didn’t want to pressure you into talking about what was bothering you. However, for him, just hugging you wasn’t enough.

And all Patrick wanted was to see you doing well.

“Has it been a tough week at work?” he murmured, pressing his lips to the crown of your head.

You nodded slightly, adding nothing more.Patrick stopped stroking your hair and instead, moved his hand to your back, drawing slow circles.

He took a deep breath before continuing:

“Did something happen at university?” he continued, trying to get you to talk with utmost calm.

“It’s completely suffocating me,” you managed to say, still snuggled in Patrick’s arms. “I’m failing at everything. I’m a complete failure.”

Patrick took your shoulders and gently pulled you away, searching your eyes.

Once your gazes met, you could see his furrowed brow, and the concern in his clear eyes that now looked at you with a hint of irritation.

“Don’t say that,” he told you firmly, almost scolding you. “Everyone has a rough patch, that doesn’t make you a failure.”

Your eyes welled up again, but Patrick didn’t stop his lecture.

“Don’t ever say something like that about yourself again,” he continued firmly. “For God’s sake, why?” His words began to tangle.

“I-I’m sorry, okay? I’m just... just very overwhelmed,” you interrupted him.

Patrick would have continued scolding you about how you should value yourself and talked about improving your self-esteem and self-love. But he simply fell silent, knowing well that this wasn’t the moment.

Instead, he decided to let you snuggle back into his chest, letting you calm down and clear your mind, no matter how long it took.

“Tell me about your day,” you said after a few seconds of silence.

He was surprised to hear your request, not understanding why you wanted to hear about his day at a moment like this.

He had no idea that you just wanted to hear his voice because no matter what he was talking about, listening to him made you feel better.

Besides, you always wanted to know how his day had gone; anything related to him interested you.

“Um... well... today wasn’t exactly a productive day,” he sighed. “I woke up at eleven in the morning and was practicing some songs.”You listened attentively to every word.

“Did you see the guys today?”

“Just Pete. Actually, I was with him before coming here,” you felt Patrick laugh very softly. “He said to let him know if you didn’t feel better after this, so he can kick my ass in person.”

You chuckled lightly.

“I hope you have a bit of mercy on me and don’t let Pete kick my ass,” he joked.

You kept talking for a while longer, and when Patrick noticed he had managed to make you smile timidly more than once, he suggested cooking something to distract you.

You agreed, so he carried you the short distance from the living room to the kitchen, carrying you like a princess.

When you arrived at your destination, he placed you on the counter and stood in front of you, looking at you with a warm smile.

“What do you have in mind?” he asked with a spark of happiness and relief in his eyes seeing you a bit more cheerful.

“I don’t know,” you smiled hesitantly. “Maybe pasta?”

“Pasta will be.”

Patrick took care of gathering the ingredients from the pantry, and you helped with a few things, basically whatever he allowed you to do.

You sat back on the counter, and the two of you continued talking for a while as the kitchen filled with the aroma of spaghetti with Bolognese sauce.

Having Patrick by your side was the breath of fresh air you needed in those moments when you felt so suffocated.

At that moment, it was just you and him, and nothing else mattered.

A couple of hours ago, you were crying, but now you were with the man you considered the kindest and noblest on earth, giving you a taste of the Bolognese sauce he had prepared just for you with a wooden spoon.

Lost in your thoughts, you suddenly realized Patrick was looking at you, waiting for a response.

“How is it?” he asked again, totally enthusiastic.

“Never leave my side, Stump,” you said after being deep in thought.

Immediately, a smile spread across Patrick’s face.

“Wow! Is the sauce that good?” he exclaimed exaggeratedly. “Don’t tell me I’ve found the secret recipe to keep you close to me.”

You laughed and gave him a playful punch on the arm. “You idiot, you know I’m not talking about the sauce.”

“Oh, I don’t know, because you said it right after tasting it,” he acted surprised. “Now I know I have to make tons of this sauce if you ever get mad at me.”

You shook your head, “I don’t think it works that way,” you laughed.

“Then I’ll learn to make desserts too,” he replied, winking.

Before Patrick could move away from you to continue cooking, you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him close to hug him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he instinctively hugged you around your waist.

You stayed like that for a moment, just enjoying the closeness. Patrick started to stroke your back, filling you with calm and security.

You wished that moment could last forever.

“You know I really appreciate you, right?” you whispered against his neck.

Patrick felt his skin tingle as your breath brushed against it.

“I appreciate you too,” he replied softly. “I’ll never leave you alone ______.”

Eventually, you both pulled back just a little, resting your foreheads together and looking into each other’s eyes. He gave a crooked smile and, without letting go, said: “The pasta is ready. Do you want to eat on the couch? We can watch something on TV, listen to music… or just keep talking.”

You nodded, running your fingers through his short hair. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

Patrick served the plates, and together you returned to the couch, where you sat facing each other, legs intertwined under a blanket.

While you ate, Patrick didn’t bring up your troubles. He preferred to lighten the mood with trivial chats and small debates about which artist was better and why.

After dinner, both of you got comfortable on the couch. Patrick pulled you close, and you snuggled into his chest, feeling calm wash over you.

He cleared his throat a bit to get your attention: “So… now that you’re calmer… maybe you’d like to talk about what happened?” he asked, his tone more of a question.

You sighed, as if that exhalation released all the weight and sadness from your shoulders.

You nodded, after everything he had done for you, you felt well enough to finally tell him everything you were feeling.

You knew that no matter the gravity of the issue, Patrick would be there to listen and support you.

And above all, he would give you his love and warmth to make you feel better.

#patrick stump imagines #patrick stump x reader #patrick stump x female reader #fob imagines #Patrick stump fanfiction #One-shot #fluff #angst #Comfort fic

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kenren · 1 year

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The Great Hunt ❄ Aokiji (Kuzan) x Female Reader ❄ Chapter 5 of 7

I cannot tell you now; When the wind's drive and whirl Blow me along no longer, And the wind's a whisper at last— Maybe I'll tell you then— some other time. The Great Hunt, Carl Sandburg

A story of departures and returns. And sex. Of course there's sex.

.・゜゜・Author notes: Deux ex machina in the form of a masked revolutionary. I like to think that it's Sabo but his rank is probably too high to do shit like this lmao. This was originally two chapters but I decided to combine them, as well as the two I was going to post into tomorrow, on Tumblr. The story will now be out of seven chapters on Tumblr but nine on AO3. Obligatory tag for @thehanging-gardens. (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

.・゜゜・This chapter is mostly SFT but contains references to previous NSFT acts I guess. Minors, please still don't interact lol.

.・゜゜・Chapter word count: 2334.

.・゜゜・AO3 (See first chapter for tags.)

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You didn’t get the chance. He was gone by morning, and something in the stillness of the morning air told you it was indefinitely.

Two years and a handful of bitter months passed. Handful after handful of stocky men came by boxed up armful after armful of your stocky piles of documents, unloading them into your new but no less soulless office in New Marineford.

Pressed against one wall was Kuzan’s favorite couch, which you had made enough of a fuss about to convince the higher-ups to salvage. You were pretty sure the rest of the furniture at the old base had been scrapped or left behind.

It was on that couch where you now sat with a huff, smiling wryly at the corner of your office designated for documents related to ongoing and future operations.

You estimated that you had leaked at least three stacks’ worth to the Revolutionary Army by now, and you managed to mail a couple anonymously to Nico Robin. Just because you liked her style, from what Kuzan had told you.

His name made you wince as it crossed your mind.

Well.

Whatever.

At least one of you had to keep fighting the good fight.

And you had kept fighting…until today. When you were finally caught. By Smoker, of all people.

“I’ll let you go if you resign.” You had just stared at him, immediately knowing what he was referring to, but unsure whether to be taken aback by his laxity. “In exchange…don’t think too poorly of him.”

“Who?”

He had fixed you with a look that told you everything. But before you could go to argue, he lit up both of his signature cigars and turned to leave. “I expect to hear of your resignation by EOD tomorrow.”

Did you regret it? No. Did you regret getting caught? That was…a question. You weren’t sure how you could keep contributing to the fight against the World Government in your current situation. You weren’t trained in combat; without your access to classified documents, you had no weapons with which to fight.

But now you were sat in a bar, sipping a stiff drink as you eyed up a television broadcast on the latest in the series of occurrences in the New World. The reporter rattled off a list of “facts”—nothing particularly informative; the World Government’s extraordinarily persistent censorship team made sure of that, but as someone who had had an insider’s perspective until recently, it was enough to make you speculate that things were in motion that could no longer be undone. And…well. You were confident that the harm you had done to the World Government by leaking those documents far outweighed the good you had done by fixing a few typos over the years. You smiled to yourself. You had earned the right to relax for a bit.

“A quick question for you, miss.”

Ah fuck.

Another foiled plan. You briefly wondered whether this interruption was tied to your having been caught.

You eyed up the inquisitor. Their voice was masculine enough, but their face was mostly obscured by an effective albeit poorly-crafted mask. You caught the faint gleam of their irises through the eyeholes, and their mouth was left uncovered, twisted into a disarmingly friendly smile. You scanned their body for any identifying details, but their tall frame was wrapped in a simple black cloak. You cleared your throat and turned back to your drink. “Who are you?”

“I mean no harm, just have a quick question. Answer it quickly so I can get out of this stupid getup.”

You snorted. “What is it?”

“Are you happily married?”

Your eyes snapped to theirs once again, the deliberate wording of their question making your hair stand on end. “And what if I am?”

The person laughed good-naturedly. “That’d be a real shame. But on the off chance that you’re not, I’d like to give you my number.”

They passed you a slip of paper with an address and time scribbled on it. You squinted as you tried to remember Kuzan’s handwriting, but instinctively, you knew it was his anyway. “He’s under the impression that I’ll actually show up?”

“He said you owe Smoker a favor.”

“What, did Smoker tell him what happened already? I know news travels fast, even in this mess of a world we’re living in, but there’s no way he could have planned to meet me within the past…3 hours.”

“Who told you that Smoker only found out today?”

You froze. “How long has he known?”

“Since a little birdie told him.”

“Kuzan ratted me out?!”

“Only when your services were no longer needed. When the finish line was in sight regardless of a few, ehm…misplaced documents.”

“He put my life in danger!”

The person giggled. “You can slap him around for that yourself, if you’d like.” They nodded toward the paper now crumpled in your grasp. “I gotta be on my way.”

.・゜゜・

“You know, I never got to ride your dick.”

It was the basement floor of a pretty generic abandoned building. Concrete floors, a handful of beams, a ratty Oriental carpet forgotten in one corner of the room, a desk pressed up against a taped-up panel in the wall.

From where you were standing, you could see Kuzan stiffen, but he didn’t turn around.

“...”

“You passed out. And then when I got up in the morning you had disappeared. Like, indefinitely.” You couldn’t stop your lips from curling into a smile as you looked upon your…uh…companion for the first time since his departure.

Hearing that smile in your voice, Kuzan turned around. He looked you up and down, but…well. In terms of holding a blank expression, you never could beat him out. “You’re as insufferable as I remember. Wonder if I can talk Smoker into giving you your job back; I don’t get paid to deal with this anymore.”

“Well I was looking forward to it.”

“Hm?

“Riding your dick.”

Kuzan coughed to hide his laugh. “Arara, I’m deeply sorry.”

“Are you?” You squinted at him just long enough to make sure he grasped the hidden meaning in your words, but he chose to ignore it.

“You know I am. Unfortunately I can’t dismantle governments from between your thighs.”

“What’s between my thighs is enough to dismantle governments on its own.”

His lip quirked. “Why do you think I told you to become the Navy’s resident slut? You could have saved us a lot of time, you know.” You snorted, and he smiled at the familiarity of the sound. “My associate informed me that you are, not, in fact, happily married.”

“Mm.”

“So…it wasn’t a once in a lifetime opportunity.”

“Maybe not for me.” His face fell slightly, and you smirked. “Besides, what if I’m unhappily married?”

“Then my point stands.”

Your hands twitched at your sides, your body practically begging you to throw yourself into his arms. You resisted, still grasping at the power you held over him in this moment. You held your smirk like a blade and fixed him with your best unimpressed gaze.

“Why did you come here? Do you have something to say to me?”

“You know why I came here, brat.”

“You have some nerve calling me brat when you’ve been gone for over two years.”

Kuzan fell silent for a moment. “I’m sorry.”

“I was partially kidding.”

“I know. And you’re still a brat; I’m not taking that part back.” He took a tentative step toward you, and you debated stepping back. “I would say I didn’t know it would take so long, but that would be a lie. I was…not unaware of the risks. Just certain that I could make it back to you eventually.”

“Selfish marine, and selfish ‘something else’…did you ever figure out what that ‘something else’ was? Pirate?” You cocked your head. “...Revolutionary?”

Kuzan grimaced. “Both…and neither. We can go over all that happened another time. But now…I am selfishly yours.”

“Another time? You seem quite sure that I’ll want to see you again.”

“...Observation haki.”

“Or a gut feeling?”

“Or wishful thinking.”

Your smirk widened. “Sounds about right.” He stared listlessly at you for a moment. You realized that he looked exhausted. Slightly older, even, which came as a surprise. The sudden reminder of his mortality had you sucking in a breath, and a thought crossed your mind, only partially formed—something about love and wasting time. “Don’t look at me like that. I’ll give you your chance to explain yourself…another time, like you said.”

“I’m not sure what that means. Are you telling me to walk away for now? Sakazuki only left me one leg, you know.”

You snorted, and Kuzan averted his eyes. “I heard about that. But you seem to be managing. Whatever prosthetic you must have MacGyvered out of ice let you run away from me for two years.”

“Not away from you. Just in one large and painful circle. I…” He trailed off, dragging his eyes back to yours. “Am home.”

The enormity of his sentiment hit you with such force that your face fell. Your feet moved as though on their own; without thinking, you pulled him into a tight hug, burying your face in his stomach. “I missed you, you big oaf. Where are you living, anyway?”

He chuckled. “I guess I have to figure that out, don’t I.”

“Were you expecting to stay with me?”

“Expecting is a strong word. Hoping might be more accurate, but it’s not like I’ll get the same sleep anywhere else that I got on that damn couch in your old office.”

“It should still be in my office; I insisted that they have it transferred to New Marineford. Maybe you can have Smoker steal it for you.” You shifted in his embrace. “Kuzan.”

“Yes.”

“You should kiss me.”

Kuzan pressed your head more firmly against his torso, no doubt trying to hide his reaction to your sudden request. “Oh? And why is that?”

“It might make me forgive you.”

He released your head and looked down with a soft smile. “Arara…you’ve sure changed over the years. The woman I know would never give up such an excuse to hold a grudge against me.”

“I want to forgive you.”

“For what, exactly?”

“...Leaving me?”

Kuzan was silent for a long moment. “Would you still want to forgive me if I told you I would make almost all the same decisions all over again? I have no remorse to offer you.”

“Remorse is not what I asked for. You wanna kiss me or not?”

Kuzan looked mildly startled. “You…”

“There you go with that again. You never told me what you were about to say…that time.”

…

Kuzan kissed you slowly, like he was afraid you would disappear before his eyes the second he pulled away. When he finally pulled back, his gaze was fixed on a point somewhere above your head.

“You are it for me.” You froze, waiting for him to continue. He finally looked down, meeting your eyes. “That is to say, you wrenched me from complacency. None of my small acts of rebellion, from the time I spent under Garp until now, could measure up to the enormity of my feelings for you. No empire I could hope to dismantle could produce enough scrap for me to build a barricade high enough to offer the love I bear you the protection it deserves.” He hesitated, then took a seat on the ground. “That is why I left. I am too simple a man to have parted myself from you for any purely political reason.”

“You left…”

“To create a world in which this can be cultivated.” Your eyes widened at the implications of his words. “You should have seen the look in your eye when I went to drop off my report after Marineford. I decided, in that moment, that I would rather turn the World Nobles into snow cones than ever see that look again.”

You grinned. “And that was before you even kissed me.”

“Like I said, there’s been no one else for me since we met. And there will be no one else. You…are it for me.” He huffed. “You are the first and last love of my life. Do with that what you will.”

“Who knew a little time apart could turn you into such a romantic.” You settled onto the ground next to him, although doing so made it harder to meet his gaze. “It’s the same for me. I…I didn’t even try to wait for you; hell, when I heard you joined up with Blackbeard, I even tried to make myself go and fuck someone else out of spite, but…”

“Again, like I said. You didn’t have to try to wait for me.” You looked over at him, just barely catching the teasing gleam in his eye. Your eyes narrowed at the shift in emphasis on the words in that sentence.

“There’s no way you could have known that I wouldn’t move on even if I tried.”

“...Observation haki.”

“Bullshit!”

“Perhaps. The truth is, I didn’t know. Although I am quite enjoying the idea that no one has touched you since I last had you under me.”

“Should have ended with you under me, you damn icicle.”

“Popsic—”

“Shut up.”

Kuzan patted your head and looked down at you with a fond smile. “I wouldn’t mind being under you. I have no other place to sleep tonight, after all.”

“Arara, Kuzan, are you whoring yourself out for a place to stay?”

“Yes. Let’s hope the dissolution of the World Government solves the housing crisis once and for all.”

“Hm…I don’t know. I quite like having you at my mercy.”

“No roof over my head could ever take that away from you.”

You stood up, dusted yourself off, and offered him your hand. A symbolic gesture, since he was obviously too heavy for you to actually help up. “Let’s go home.”

He took your hand. Another symbolic gesture. “Yes ma’am.”

#one piece #one piece x reader #aokiji #kuzan #aokiji x reader #kuzan x reader #this chapter is cheesy af but i can write what i want

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Since I was gone for I don't know which time it was, and back reblogged stuff. Here is my another stolen post because I'm in "Should I keep my blog alive?" The reason I haven't followed anyone, I planned not getting attached Σ(゜゜).

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| 𝐌𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 | Snape x Reader

Requested anonymously

Summary: I would love to request a story where snape and a graduated student (muggleborn, who left Hogwarts like one of two years prior) live between his Hogwarts Chambers and spinner's end and they have a very fluffy and domestic life (as in character as you can do ahah) and everything seems finally peaceful for him so he decides to propose? thank you in advance

Warnings/Contents: Heavy petting, marriage, reader is a former student of his (if that icks you out), love bombs, etc.

Category: Fluff but contains implied sex

Song: Only You by The platters

A/N: So I didn’t want to write about Severus’ life at Spinner’s end as I imagine he would never bring someone he loves there. So just pretend he sold his home and he and reader live together in a cottage somewhere in England.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

It was a beautiful summers day. The sun was out in full force, something that was quite rare in England. Usually the skies were overcast and gloomy. Severus was up early, taking advantage of the good weather to tend to the plants in his greenhouse.

You strolled out from the house with a pitcher of lemonade, barefoot and wearing a flowy summer dress. When you arrived at the greenhouse you saw Severus hunched over the flower beds pruning and prodding at his plants. His sleeves bunched up at his forearms as his fingers were buried in the soil. His black hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, a few stray pieces framing his face.

“Sev? Want some lemonade?” You asked after pushing open the door.

“Sure thing. Let me just finish pulling these damn pesky weeds.” He sighed as he pulled a series of scraggly looking plants from the dirt and tossed them onto the ground.

“My mom usually uses weed killer on those. They sell some at the muggle shop down the road you know? I can go get you some.” He stared at you dumbfounded by your suggestion.

“Absolutely not. I’ll just brew some herbicide.” He pulled his hands from the ground and dusted them off. You set down the pitcher of lemonade after pouring a cup for him.

“Same thing babe.” You chucked and passed the glass of lemonade into his outstretched hand.

“Not at all.” He grumbled and lifted the glass to his lips. You rolled your eyes and brushed past him to inspect the flowers planted at the back of the greenhouse. He planted them for you, and he came out every single day to tend to them. Sometimes he would pluck one of the flowers and leave it on your nightstand along with a handwritten note. It was his favorite way of showing how much he loved you. He found that it was much easier for him to express his feelings in writing rather than words.

You jumped slightly when Severus came behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He pressed a kiss to your cheek before resting his chin on your shoulders. The loose strands sticking out from his ponytail tickled your ear. “What’s on your mind?” As he spoke, his chest rumbled against your back.

“Honestly? I’m trying to think about what to make for dinner.”

“I’m feeling pasta. You make great pasta.” He hummed and kissed you on your cheek again after releasing his hold on you. When you turned around he was bent over collecting the weeds he had thrown.

“Fine I’ll make pasta tonight. But before I do anything, you need to come clean up your office it’s a mess.” You went to leave but he grabbed your wrist before you could push open the door.

“I wonder why that is.” He raised his eyebrows suggestively and your cheeks flushed crimson. He was clearly hinting at last night when you strode into his office in a sheer nightgown. Trying your hardest to tempt him away from his work.

He didn’t crack until after you sat atop his desk and swung your feet back and forth, in turn kicking him gently over and over. When he turned away from his work to glare at you, all you did was part your legs to reveal the brand new thong you were wearing. He immediately got to his feet and picked you up. With a swipe of his arm, he threw everything off his desk and onto the floor. Then he turned you around and fucked you hard while bent over his desk.

“That’s not relevant!”

He smirked and kissed your knuckles then released his hold on your wrist. You snapped your hand back to your chest and rushed out of the greenhouse before he could make any more suggestive comments. A small laugh escaped from him as the door closed behind you.

A few hours later, you were in the kitchen chopping vegetables and grinding spices while your boyfriend was cleaning the rest of the house. Sometimes you would catch him peaking his head in the room just to check on you. Once the tomato sauce was simmering, you lowered the heat and left the kitchen to check on Severus.

You eventually found him in your shared bedroom. He was pulling a new pair of sheets on the bed. He didn’t hear you come in, so you just leaned against the door frame and watched him struggle with the sheet. When he tucked it into the final corner, it popped off the opposite end. He groaned and threw his head against the mattress in frustration. You unsuccessfully tried to hide your laugh.

“Having trouble there Sevy?” You teased. He didn’t share your humor and instead pulled his wand from the bedside table. “Oh come on you can do this without magic. It’s easy.”

You pushed yourself from the door frame and headed over to the bed. With ease, you replaced the sheets without it slipping off. When you turned around to give Severus a smug smile, you jumped at how close he was behind you. “See? Just like that.”

He raised a brow and then lightly shoved you so you fell back against the bed. He climbed over top of you. His head hovering over yours so his hair dangled in the space between you. He leaned down and pecked your nose. You pulled him down by his shirt to connect your lips to his.

Severus ran one his hands up your thigh, hiking up the material of your dress in the process. His touch left goosebumps in their wake. He nibbled at the skin on your neck as his hands roamed your body. When his fingers reached the waistband of your underwear, you raised a hand to his chest to push him away.

“We can’t.” You whispered. His lips left your neck, but his hands stayed unmoving on from their place on your skin. A look of disappointment on his face. He wanted you desperately but knew better than to press.

“I’m in the middle of cooking dinner. Later I promise.” You slid from his grasp and stood up to readjust your dress. He merely rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling. But as he did this, the fitted sheet popped off the corners of the bed again and encased him. You left the room in a fit of giggles as he threw out a series of swears at the bed covers

The rest of dinner was easy to prepare once your tomato sauce was finished simmering. All you had to do was boil the pasta and toast some bread. While you waited for the water to come to a boil, you started tackling the dishes. Scrubbing pots and some plates while you hummed along to the current song that was playing.

Severus was reorganizing some knickknacks on his shelf when he heard the music start. He rushed out of his study and propped himself up against a wall and watched you. Your hips swayed in time with the music, and you sang the lyrics to the song under your breath. He couldn’t hide the smile that broke out on his face. He never smiled like this in front of anyone, but with you it was a different story.

It took him months to open up to you. The first thing he said to you that wasn’t a little dig or meaningless small talk came three months after bumping into him at Hogsmeade. He had been restocking supplies for after the Christmas holidays and you worked in one of the nearby shops. At first he only saw you as a former student, but as he spent more and more time around you, it grew more into a sort of odd friendship. More often than not, Severus would find himself heading down to the village just to bother you at work.

When you called him out on it, he used the excuse that it was because his dunderhead students ran through his ingredients and equipment during their mess ups, so he frequently needed to restock. Although he would never admit it, he often volunteered to go down to Hogsmeade for anyone who needed anything just so he had a reason to stop by and see you. He thoroughly enjoyed the conversations you shared. Over time he found himself growing closer to you.

The first date you went on together was such an uncomfortable experience for Severus. You had spent most of the night talking while he tried his best to remain calm. The first time you kissed him, he couldn’t believe it had happened. He was so shocked he didn’t move. After you kissed him a few more times though he realized it wasn’t a dream and snapped out of it and was able to move his lips passionately against your own. After several months of dating, you moved in together at his request.

Severus smirked as he watched you dance. He loved everything about you and was reminded of how much he cared for you on days like this. Days where it was just you and him doing ordinary things like cooking and cleaning, and yet even mundane tasks felt extraordinary when you were there with him. A sense of peace fell over him unlike any other. He had never felt quite so happy before.

You turned off the tap and dried your hands on a tea-towel. Just as you were finishing straining the pasta, a pair of arms snaked around your waist. Severus planted a loving kiss to your cheek and pulled your back flush against his chest.

While holding you in his arms, he started swaying just as you had done earlier. You laughed at the uncharacteristic show of romance from your lovely boyfriend. You leaned your head back on him and looked up to see him smiling down at you. He threaded his fingers through yours to turn you around so you could face him while you both danced.

Neither of you were very good dancers. Your movements were not on beat at all, but it didn’t matter. As you swayed back and forth, Severus pressed kisses to your knuckles of the hand he was holding, the other resting on the small of your back. Just as you thought the moment couldn’t get any better, he pulled away and ungracefully twirled you around. You broke out into a fit of giggles.

“Sorry I’m not much of a dancer.” He laughed and pulled you back towards him.

“I wasn’t laughing at you. I was laughing at my bad spin.”

“Hmmm well then let’s try that again, shall we?.” He held your hand and spun you around again. But this time when he pulled you back to him you tripped over a bunched-up floor mat and crashed into him. You both fell to the floor with you landing on top of him.

“I’m so sorry!” You sat up into a more comfortable position. Taking the weight off his body and instead choosing to straddle him. “Are you alright Sev?”

Worry filled you. You both had hit the ground pretty hard. Plus, you had landed right on top of him. Was he injured? Had you just ruined the perfect moment?

His answer was a laugh. One you had never heard before. A genuine unrestrained laugh. It was contagious and you found yourself joining him. After several seconds of laughing together you asked, “I’ll take that as a yes then?”

He nodded and ran his hands along your upper thighs. His touch trailed along your body until he reached your face. He cupped your cheek and stroked it gingerly. Severus’ black eyes stared into your E/C ones with such love and desire that you nearly lost your breath. Your eyes fluttered closed, and you leaned into his touch.

Unbeknownst to you, Severus was working through the biggest insecurity and fear of his life. The fear of rejection from you. It had always been there throughout the entire course of your relationship. You always reassured him, but he still sometimes found himself dealing with poor self-confidence, especially when intimate. Severus found it hard to leave his mind and focus on the pleasure rather than the doubts in his head. But as he stared at you overtop of him, all doubt and fear melted away. He loved you terribly and no one had ever made him feel so safe.

“Marry me Y/N” He breathed out. He had been considering asking you for weeks now but always shied away at the last moment. He didn’t plan on asking you to become his wife while you were both laying on the floor of the kitchen, but the moment felt so perfect it just sort of slipped out. Though he couldn’t deny now that he had finally asked you, a great weight had lifted from his shoulders.

Your eyes flew open. Did you hear him correctly?

“W-What?” You gasped. He sat up straight. Pulled you closer to him on his lap and tilted your chin up so you had no choice but to engage in intense eye-contact.

“Will you do me the honor of marrying me? I want you to be mine entirely Y/N. Forever and always.” He punctuated his words with a delicate kiss. As the realization of his words sunk in, a flood of emotions washed over you. Without a second thought, you nodded violently.

“Yes Severus! Of course I’ll marry you. I love you” You grabbed him by his cheeks and pulled him down to kiss you again. The kisses became more heated. His tongue swiped your bottom lip and you instantly granted him access to explore your mouth. The hand resting on your thigh squeezing it every so often. His lips trailed all over your face. Whispered “I love you’s” in between each one.

Severus was in the middle of leaving love bites on a tender spot on your neck when the smell hit you. He didn’t seem to notice and continued his mission to mark you as much as possible. “Sev. Stop. Something’s burning.”

You pushed him away slightly and he groaned. “What’s wrong?”

“Something’s burning!” You scrambled to your feet and over to the stove. When you yanked open the door, you were met with the sight of several smoking charcoal looking slices of bread. “Lovely.” You groaned.

Severus got to his feet and joined you in staring at the burnt bits of bread. “What a pity.” He said sarcastically. Then he kicked the oven door close with his foot and spun you around to face him. He smirked and lifted you up onto the counter, tugging your dress up and parting your legs to expose your underwear to him.

He got to his knees and positioned himself in-between your legs. As he tugged down your underwear he stared at you in your lust-filled eyes and said, “Guess I'll just go straight to dessert. That okay with you Mrs. Snape?”

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