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ghosts-to-reid · 7 days ago

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Red Herrings

~SPENCER REID REQUESTS OPEN~

Request: Heyyy, so I don’t know if you even like Taylor Swift, but I NEED a smutty Spencer fic inspired by Guilty as Sin x So Highschool…I‘m talking build up and idk after a case the team all go to Rossi‘s house and the next thing they know is they‘re drunkenly playing spin the bottle…maybe Spence getting jealous or something? And once reader spins again and it lands on him he can’t hold back anymore, so they make the best of the time they have going at it like horny teenagers. She‘s been waiting for that since she first met him. Imagining how it would feel to finally touch him. @mariechristine00

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Smut, Unprotected sex, dom!spencer, sub!reader, kinda emily x reader??? not really, spin the bottle, Fingering, teasing, jealousy, orgasm denial, creampie, rough sex, cockwarming

A/N: Sorry it took so long! I have had very bad writers block, i hope this is ok!

Four women had died before the team had arrived in Arkansas. All of them had been sex workers, murdered in the same fashion as Jack The Ripper's victims. It wasn’t uncommon for serial killers to replicate Jack the Ripper, but this Unsub had paid incredibly close attention to the habits of the original Jack, which should’ve made him easy to find, right? Predict his next move based on the timeline of the original crimes. Except- This unsub had adapted Jack the Rippers techniques to the modern day, even sending red herrings, making him harder to catch. After 8 days though, the team had finally done just that, leaving everyone to finally feel the full effect of exhaustion.

The jet journey back had been fairly quiet, you and Spencer had fallen asleep on the couch together, your head leaning against his shoulder, his head resting on top of yours. The team had shared a look after spotting the pair of you in such a position.

They had noticed shared glances between you both, how Reid would always bring you cups of coffee, how you’d bring enough lunch for two- knowing he wouldn’t eat if you didn’t. They’d heard all about your weekend hangouts, nights at the movies, dinners at each of your apartments. More often than not, you’d find both of you at one of your apartments, having stayed too late from a movie marathon, or even simply just wanting to stay in each other's company.

Any outsider who saw you both would think you were together, but you weren’t. Not like it want something either of you wanted, no it was quite the opposite. There were definite feelings between you both, and neither of you denied it. Both of you were just afraid to ruin what you had, so instead of facing them, you both lived in willful ignorance. Something the team were becoming exceedingly frustrated to watch, but neither of you would take their advice either. Leaving them stewing in frustration as the pair of you willfully ignored your feelings.

So, seeing you both sleeping on one another? Not as exciting as it used to be, but still made them happy to see.

Rossi is the one who woke the two of you up after the jet had landed. The rest of the team were gathering their things as the two of you stirred, sitting up straight at the sight of the older man before you, making him chuckle.

“Just wanted to let the pair of you know that we're having a dinner party at my house tomorrow night. 6pm Sharp, okay?” Spencer glanced over to you, whilst you rubbed your eyes, sleepily muttering an agreement. Following your lead, he smiled at Rossi, accepting the invitation on his own behalf.

Spencer helped you gather your things before guiding you out to his car, you often carpooled together and when you were at work the day of the case was no exception. You were still half asleep as he sat you down in the passenger seat of his beat up car, before sitting himself in the driver's seat.

“Can I stay at your house tonight, please?” You quietly asked, head leaning on the window, gazing at him through half lidded eyes “I feel bad for you driving all the way to my house, and doubling back to your apartment.”

The man driving smiled and muttered a small ‘Of course’, keeping his eyes on the nearly empty road. This wasn’t uncommon, ever since a mix up with hotel rooms a few months back, sleepovers had been added to your roster of ‘totally platonic’ activities you did together. Cuddling, sharing space, even beds, was now normal for you two. The rest of the team, if privy to this information, would point out how this was a manifestation of your feelings for each other; pushing the boundaries between friendship and romance, to try and fulfil your longing for each other subconsciously. Damn profilers.

The fact that this aspect of your relationship was secret from the team was also further proof that you both understood the implications. But you were just friends, right?

The car journey was quiet and quick, Spencer passed your go bag to you, mirroring you when he slung his own over his shoulder before grabbing your hand and leading you inside of his building.

Once inside, the pair of you set about your bedtime routines, changing in the same room, backs to each other. Brushing your teeth together, and slowly sliding into the warmth of Spencer’s Dark green covers. Small good nights are bid as Spencer pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you, leg habitually landing over your him, effectively caging you as close to his chest as he could. Though, you were no different, lacing your arms around his middle, crossing your leg over his, if you could get any closer you could. It was just natural to the pair of you, being as close as possible to one another just made you both feel better, but you both would never mention that to anyone.

After a few minutes, when Spencer is sure you have fallen asleep, he places a small kiss to the crown of your head. Gently stroking the back of your head till he soon follows suit.

The next day, the two of you wake up entangled in each other's arms still. The mid morning light streamed through the curtains, gently rousing you both from your slumber.

Spencer lazily rubbed his fingers along your arm, up and down, until you finally roused fully. Sleepily smiling up at him, you hum as you bring your hand to meet his, intertwining your fingers together. Nudging yourself closer into his chest, he lets out a small chuckle.

“Morning, sleepy head.” He smiled as he squeezed your hand, he could hear a muffled “g'morning’” from you. Slowly, and hesitantly, he pulls his hand from yours, moving your head from his shoulder so he can look at you. He loved how you looked when you just woke up. Lips in a pout, eyes still half lidded, a slightly confused look on your face; he thought it was the cutest thing. As your eyes met his, his smile grew at the sight of your slightly messy hair. The hand holding your face slowly smoothes it down as he speaks.

“Do you want to shower and I'll go make breakfast?” He asked quietly, you nodded, still half asleep. Neither of you wanted to move yet, content in each other's arms. If you were lovers, it would be acceptable to say ‘no, I want to stay in bed with you’- But you are only best friends, nothing more. The realisation dawns on you both simultaneously as you both finally break from each other's hold. Though now feeling empty, you both move to perform your respective routines for the morning. It was around three that afternoon that you finally left Spencer’s house. After breakfast, the two of you had settled on his couch watching TV all morning, until you realised that you should probably go home to get ready for Rossi’s party tonight, Spencer offered to come to your house instead and sit with you as you got ready. He showered quickly, grabbing a change of clothes, before driving you both to your apartment around four.

Sitting with you was exactly what he did as you got ready, he sat in your room reading through your bookshelf as he waited, occasionally watching you as you put on your makeup and did your hair. When you were ready, he had changed as well, the pair of you dressed smart but not too fancy. Your idea, of course.

“I’m sorry but there is no way I was going to a Rossi party in a tight dress, I want to comfortably eat as much pasta as I want without feeling like I can’t move” Was what you had said.He laughed, and you both climbed into your car. You had worn a long summer dress, it flowed loosely around your frame, landing just below your knees. The dress was a a darker lilac, with dark purple flowers haphazardly splashed around the fabric. He had picked it for you when you had asked him to choose between two, unsure which you wanted to wear. Obviously, he chose his favourite colour. The thin straps accentuated the curve of your shoulders, he found his gaze landing on your neck for a moment too long before he reminded himself that you were just friends.

Pulling up to Rossi’s house, you parked the car. As you learnt into the back seat to grab your purse, he quickly hopped out of the car to open your door for you. He took your hand, closing the car door with the other. You smile at how much of a gentleman he is, intertwining your fingers with his before he has a chance to pull away. Hands staying intertwined the entirety of the walk into Rossi’s living room, breaking only to greet the rest of the team.

As the night flowed on, so did the wine. Dinner had been eaten, Spencer was amused at your gleeful motions as you reached for seconds, having your fill without worry. The team imbibed hard, bottles of Rossi’s expensive wine collection had been emptied before he had shooed the team away. Penelope, always the party animal, invited the team to continue the party at her place. Hotch was the only one who refused, wanting to get home to Jack. JJ and Will had agreed without hesitation, JJ’s mother being in town they had the whole night off, Emily followed suit of JJ, Derek agreeing without hesitation of course. The team glanced at you, Spencer and yourself sharing a look, silently communicating before you both agreed. Ordering a taxi to Penelope's house, you all piled into the minibus they sent.

One quick trip to the 24/7 liquor store around the corner, the team minus Rossi and Hoth were gathered in Penelope’s living room. Spencer sat behind you on the sofa whilst you sat on the floor, between his legs. The team were thoroughly drunk now, enjoying their time off as best they could. Derek, ever the party animal, finished his beer with a loud ‘Ahhh’, grabbing everyone's attention. He held the now empty bottle into the air with a triumphant grin.

“Do you know what time it is, ladies and gentleman?” He smirked, an evil glint in his eye as he scanned the room. Confusion painting the faces of everyone around you. “Spin the bottle!” He laughed, moving to sit on the floor in line with you. Penelope squealed in glee, clapping her hands as she moved from her position to sit across from Derek. JJ shrugged to Will, who chuckled and joined the rest of the team on the carpet. Emily sat beside you soon after, and Spencer, albeit reluctantly, slinked from his place on the sofa behind you to sit. Once the team had gathered, Derek explained the rules as he moved the bottle into the middle of the newly formed circle.

“Ok, we’ve all played before. You spin, and whoever it lands on you give them a big old kiss” He paused to wiggle his eyebrows at Penelope, who giggled at him “If it lands on yourself, spin again”

The man looked around, seeing the team ready, before starting the game. He gave the bottle a quick spin, and leant back as he watched the bottle spin. After a few moments, the bottle lands on JJ, who he respectfully pecs quickly on the corner of the mouth, like she was his grandmother, Obviously slightly disappointed to land on the one married woman in the circle.

“My turn?” JJ asked with a small slur, she held a glass of white wine in her hand carefully, leaning to spin the bottle. Landing on Emily, There is a small pause between them before they share a longer peck, Emily quickly moving on.

“Please, God, do not make me kiss Reid.” She joked, making the team laugh as she spun the bottle. Whilst the team watched the bottle spin, You nudged Spencer’s shoulder comfortingly. You knew Emily wasn't being mean, and so did he.

The bottle did, however, land on you. Raising your eyebrows in surprise, Emily clapped her hands

“That was close!” She laughed, JJ smirking and shaking her head amused. Penelope sighed

“I want a go” She pouted “I want a chance to kiss the one and only Derek Morgan.” She complained loudly. Everyone laughed at her fake tantrum, before Emily quickly moved in before you, softly grabbing the sides of your face, and bringing you in for a big closed mouthed kiss. It took you by surprise, and after a few seconds she pulled away, patting you on the shoulder.

“You’re welcome.” She deadpanned, making the rest of the team laugh once more. Still taken aback, you didn’t notice how Spencer had tensed up beside you after he saw your bewilderment from Emily’s short kiss. He watched silently as you leant forward to take your turn, eyes shooting up in surprise when he realised the bottle had landed on him.

A chorus of ‘OOO’s’ rang through the living room, Red painted both his face and yours as you turned to each other. He blinked slowly at you and, after a second, the wine he had been drinking flushed him with confidence, he softly grabbed the side of your face, kissing you deeply, tongue running lightly over your bottom lip before he pulled away.

Another chorus of cheers were heard from around you, the team celebrating seeing one of you finally make a move. Spencer smirked as he pulled away, seeing your shocked face from Emily’s kiss change. You were staring at him, pupils blown and doe eyed, panting lightly through parted lips, cheeks flushed. He didn’t have a moment to enjoy it, as a knock ripped through Penelope’s apartment. She jumped quickly, answering to find her elderly neighbour, complaining about the noise.

That was your cue to go. Spencer called a taxi for you both, you had already planned for him to stay the night. Both of you had shared a few bottles of wine between Rossi’s and Penelope’s, but that kiss seemed to have sober the two of you up. The taxi ride wasn’t awkward, more so quiet. Neither of you knew what to say after the kiss, just sharing the occasional joke about the night.

Walking up to your house, you opened the door silently. After you both take your shoes off, he takes your hand once more, leading you to your bedroom- Once more setting off into your night time routine. Once you are changed, you sit on the edge of your bed, busying yourself by putting on hand lotion, you hardly register that Spencer has finished in the bathroom until you feel the bed dip behind you. Without thinking much of it, you continue slowly rubbing your hands together when you feel Spencers hands grab your hips. A jolt of electricity shot up your spine before Spencer’s lips connected to your neck.

The surprise caused you to let out a gasp, your hand shooting up to hold his curls.

“S-Spencer?” You gasped the question as his grip tightened, continuing to kiss and nip at your exposed neck. It felt amazing, his lips against your skin, tender yet hungry. His desperation for you translated through every touch of his lips to flesh. Eventually, his lips assault reached your jawline, You heard him moan as you lightly tugged at his hair, an involuntary action after he lightly nipped at your earlobe, eliciting a low gasp of pleasure from you. One of his hands let your hip go, moving your head to face him. He stared at you with such hunger, such adoration, his eyes were full of so much love, but painted with a dark lust. His eyes flickered between your eyes and lips, he was just inches away. Both of you panted as you looked at one another, Spencer leaned in first, crashing his lips to yours. He kissed you with such fervour, it caught you off guard. Eventually, you melted into his kiss, moving from his grip to face him head on. His arms found their way around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Snaking your arms around his neck, he sighed into the kiss. After a moment he pulls away and begins to plaster kisses all over your face

“I don't…” he kisses your forehead “want you” he kisses your cheek “ Kissing anyone” He kisses your nose “But me.” He locks eyes with you for an intense moment before placing another kiss to your lips.

When he pulls away, he's still got one hand on your hip. You are both out of breath after his massacre of kisses.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” He meets your eyes, searching for any regret of what you just did. He finds none, but he needs to hear you tell him. He watches as you bite your swollen lip, he stops himself from letting out a small groan at the sight of you like this. Your face is flushed, hair messy, giving him that wide doe eyed look once more. He can’t help the rush of heat that travels through him at the sight of you, shifting himself in hopes you do not notice.

“Don’t stop…” You spoke quietly, and before you knew it, Spencer had you pinned on your back to the bed. His mouth was on yours, a feverish pace as he kissed you, hands now exploring every inch of you he could. He slotted himself between your legs as you opened them, wanting him closer. You had become a moaning mess at this point, muffled only by his lips on yours. He explored your mouth with his tongue, hand dipping to the hemline of your pyjama shorts. His fingers played with them for a moment before you pulled them down, along with your underwear. Spencer smirked at your action, looking down at you with dark eyes.

“You’re so eager…” He purrs, eyes moving slowly down to see you, his words suddenly make you self conscious. Making a move to close your legs the best you could with him between them, he quickly stopped you, prying your knees wide. He lets out a low moan as he looks down at the state of you, already wet for him. The way he looks at you makes you squirm, never had you seen someone so excited to see you, all of you. The look in his eyes was dark as one of his hands grazed slowly down your thigh. His eyes move to meet yours in question as his fingers inched closer and closer to your throbbing core. Nodding feverishly, he smirked once more.

“Use your words. Tell me what you want.” His voice was harsher than the Spencer you knew, his tone was authoritative, nothing like the timid man you knew.

“I want you, Spencer.” Was all you could whisper out, overwhelmed by how he was making you feel. Without any further hesitation, his lips caught yours in another fervent kiss. One hand held your cheek, whilst the other was making its way down between your legs.

Smirking at you squirm under him, his hand finally reaches its destination. Long fingers begin to explore your folds, occasionally bumping your clit as he gathers your slik. From his position over you, you can see how much he's enjoying this. How he knows he has power over you, the look on his face says it all. He’s almost observing you, brows furrowed as his eyes are glued to your face. He smirks at every pleasured moan, every twisted expression as you grind against his palm involuntarily.

“You like that?” He asks you, smugly. A long finger now teasing your entrance, you can’t help but whine in response. He lets a low chuckle out, finger dipping into you, only slightly. His grin widens when he hears the strangled moan, disrupted by disappointment.

“More…” You gasp, he has sat up straight now, one hand still teasing your entrance, whilst the other moves to hold down your hips.

“You want more? I’ll give you more.” He bites his bottom lip as he pushes his finger knuckle deep, he doesn’t let you adjust as he begins to fuck you steadily. Absent-mindedly, you grind down once more, only to be stopped by Spencer’s grip. “No, not yet, baby. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” He cooed, sounding entirely unsympathetic as he slid another finger in.

This was a side of Spencer that you’d never thought to exist. The look in his eyes, the way he moved, the way he spoke to you- It was primal. The sweet, innocent nerdy bookworm was currently ruthlessly finger fucking you. You never thought a day like this would happen, but with the way he was making you feel, it was almost electric.

As he continued, he brought his other hand down to your clit, massaging small circles into the sensitive nub. Gasping his name, you can’t help but grind your hips against his hand, seeking any kind of relief you could.

“I-I’m so close-” You manage to choke out “Im gonna cum-”

Spencer quickly removed his fingers from their place inside of you, causing you to let out a frustrated cry “No! Sp-encer… WHy” You pant, it was embarrassing how needy your best friend had managed to make you. As you slowly managed to recollect yourself, you managed to meet his gaze. A smirk was still present as he brought his fingers to his mouth, popping them into his mouth. Biting back a whimper, you watch him suck your slick clean from his fingers, his eyes never leaving yours.

You couldn't help but watch him, lips a part, eyes doe like, a dumbfounded expression that he loved. The same expression you gave him after he kissed you. Letting out a low groan, he began to remove his sweatpants, keeping his eyes trained to yours as you watched him release himself.

He made quick work of aligning himself with your aching entrance, looking up to give you one last mischievous smirk before leaning in to whisper to your ear

“When I do this, you're gonna promise to be just mine?” His breath is hot against your skin, you eagerly agree. HHe stays leaning over you as he slides in, slowly. A groan is muffled in your shoulder as he bottoms out, staying still for a moment. You can't help but dig your nails into his back, the way he felt filling you up was just too good.

Without warning, Spencer began to move, sluggish at first, but he quickly began to gain speed. A loud moan escaped you as he sped up, lewd sounds filling the room as he began to fuck you relentlessly.

“Spencer!” YOu cry, he leans up, pulling you down the bed by your hips, he pulls your legs around his shoulders as he finds a new purchase. The new position makes him hit your core in a way you’ve never experienced. “Dont stop”

He doesn't reply,distracted by the feeling of your pussy around him. A tight knot began to wind in your stomach, once more threatening to snap.

“I'm gonna cum, please can i cum?” You begged through tears of pleasure. Spencer let out a malicious laugh, loving the mess you had become. He didn’t reply, simply speeding up his hips, answering your question. All you could do was grab the bedsheets as he brought you to your climax, a loud groan filling the space as he continued to fuck you, cooing praises as he rides you through it.

As your orgasm winds down, you feel his hips begin to stutter irregularly. He grunts with effort, hair sweatily covering his face. “Where can i cum, baby?” He gasps, hips tense as he tries to hold on. Involuntarily, the sight of him now struggling turned you on, making you clench around him. A loud gasp interrupts him “Fuck, let me cum inside, please?” He begs

“Yes!” You moan, without a second thought, you felt the man release, filling you up completely. He lets a loud strangled groan as he bottoms himself out once more, collapsing on top of your body.

There is a moment of silence as you both lie there. It seems to dawn on you that you have just been fucked by your bestfriend, making you panic momentarily. The panic subsides when you notice the tickle of his fingers on your bare side, tracing small patterns as he nuzzles closer into your neck. Bringing a hand up to play with his hair, you let yourself melt into his touch. His weight on top of you was a comfort, his warmth radiated from his skin to yours, and all you could do was feel safe.

After a moment, your clarity comes back. Curiosity takes over, you weren’t complaining about what had happened between you both, in fact, you wanted this for years. But why now?

“Baby?” You hum out, testing the waters of your new predicament. Though, it seems silly to be hesitant in a pet name when he was still currently inside of you. His head perks up nonetheless, the usual sweet and smiley Spencer seemingly coming back as he gives you a soft smil;e at the nickname.

“Yes, baby?” He hummed back, a dopey smile on his face as he emphasised the pet name, Making your heart flutter.

“Not that i'm complaining about this… but what brought this on?” You asked, quaking a brow in question. A blush creeps across Spencer’s face, shifting slightly in his place on top of you.

“I… Well. I was jealous…” He mutters, now exceedingly shy compared to the side of him he has just shown you. The surprise made your brows shoot up, giving him a questioning look, spurring him to continue “When Emily kissed you… I just got jealous, the look on your face… I’d never seen it before. I didn’t want anyone else to look at you like that, but after your turn…” He trailed off, eyes trailing your naked body underneath him. The sight of you seemed to re awaken his dominant side as he caught sight of where you were both still connected. He lets a huff of a laugh out as he drags his hips out slowly, before slamming himself back into you, happy at the moan he managed to take from you. That cocky grin found his lips once more as he continued his motions, slowly dragging his hips out and slamming himself back in, all the way to the base.

He didn’t need to say anything else, as soon you were both too preoccupied in the feeling of one another once more.

When the two of you return to the office together on Monday, Hand in hand, Spencer still in the same suit the team had seen him in Friday, the team all but threw a parade. Derek dejectedly passed Emily a twenty as they watched the man, not so secretly, kiss you in the kitchenette.

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wosola · 18 days ago

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French kisses .1 - Lucy Bronze x French!Reader

Hey everyone! I’m J. I used to write fanfiction on Wattpad for another fandom, but for a while now, I’ve mostly just been reading. Lately, I’ve been spending a lot of time on AO3, where I started reading WoSo fanfics and fell into @bruhnze’s incredible works. After reading everything she’d published, I found her on Tumblr.

Recently, @bruhnze announced she was taking a break from writing. We connected, and I had the absolute honor of reading through her WIPs. One of them really inspired me, so I asked if I could finish it—and she said yes!

Originally planned as a single fic, this story grew into a 3-parter as I worked on it 🫣😅 Long story short: WIP by @bruhnze, finished by me, and proofread by her.

Summary: This is during Lucy Bronze’s time playing for Lyon, she's just gotten into a relationship with R, a 22-year-old student. For R it is the first time sleeping with someone. Based on this request, from the☀️anon over on @bruhnze.

Warnings: This is an 18+ fanfic with explicit content, so minors do not interact.

You had grown up in Lyon, lived there all your life. It had never been particularly eventful—your life was great, really. You loved your studies, had a close-knit group of friends, and there wasn’t much more to it.

The only thing that seemed to be missing, or at least it was something that was out of sync with your friends, was your love life. At 22, you had never really had one. While everyone around you seemed to be hooking up left, right and center, it never quite worked out that way for you. Not that you didn’t want to; you did.

It was just that you had never met anyone who stirred something in you in your everyday life. Sure, you’d kissed people now and then, but whenever things started to go further, you found yourself pulling back.

As time passed, being a virgin at your big age started to feel a bit strange. You were well past the point where a one-night stand felt like the right way to lose your virginity. Maybe it was because you didn’t know how to navigate all of that, or maybe you were worried that whoever you were with wouldn’t expect it and you’d feel awkward.

But in the blessed year 2017, as fate would have it, everything changed when you met a cute English girl in the local supermarché.

She had been struggling to find something on the shelves, her expression a mix of confusion and determination, when you decided to offer her a hand. The girl, who introduced herself as Lucy, explained in broken French that she had just moved to Lyon.

You helped her find what she was looking for, and as a thank you, Lucy asked for your number. You laughed and teased her, asking what she planned to do with it.

She had grinned, the corners of her eyes crinkling, and in her charmingly imperfect French, she replied, "the least I can do is buy the pretty girl who helped me a dinner." That made you laugh harder, and when you joked about her not knowing any good restaurants yet, she just shrugged and said, "then you can decide where we go."

She had this boldness that was as charming as it was disarming—and, okay, maybe her being absurdly good-looking didn’t hurt in swaying your answer either. It was a yes without doubt, however towards Lucy you stayed a bit more unfazed.

That was a few months ago. Now, Lucy was much more comfortable with her French, picking it up quicker than you’d expected.

And not only was the woman smart, she was also incredibly athletic, which you'd noticed from the start. But on your fifth date, when you two had gone swimming, you couldn’t help but be floored by how fit she really was.

It wasn’t just her body, though—Lucy was thoughtful, kind, funny and so much more. You saw that side of her when she came with you to visit your grandpa in the hospital, bringing him a Lyon shirt signed by a player as a gift. You almost cried, you’d only mentioned that your grandpa was a life long fan of the club and here she was, gifting a signed shirt to him?!

That’s how you found out she was a footballer. Lucy had handed the signed jersey to your grandfather, grinning with that mischievous spark in her eye. “Hope you don’t mind it’s from a pretty new signing,” she’d teased. Then, with a playful glint, she added, “But I’ve heard she’s world-class. Do you know any players from Olympique Lyonnais Féminin? I can get another autograph if this one doesn’t impress you.”

Without skipping a beat, your grandfather, his face lighting up, assured her he did, mentioning that he always tried to catch matches, even if he mostly had to listen rather than watch due to his eyesight. “This is number 22, Bronze. She’s a great defender,” he said with pride. “I was thrilled when they signed her. Do you know her from England, or how did you manage to get this autograph?”

Your jaw nearly dropped as you glanced over at Lucy, who was barely holding back a smile.

“Yeah, you could say I’m close with her. Some say we’re practically twins,” she joked before reaching out to shake his hand. “But actually, I am Lucy Bronze. Nice to meet you, sir.”

Your grandfather’s laughter was as genuine as you’d heard in ages, his disbelief quickly turning into a delighted grin. It was as if he couldn’t believe his luck.

“I won’t let you down,” she told him, her voice softer, promising. “We’ll bring home the Champions League for Lyon.”

You’d been dating for three months now, and things were going great. Lucy had met your friends, and they adored her. You told her early on that you wanted to take things slow, and she had been nothing but understanding. She didn’t want to rush things either, but she wasn’t afraid to show you how much she liked you. Everything felt so natural with her, as if it was meant to be.

There was a dinner planned with your parents this Sunday, tomorrow she had a match, but today was one of her rest days after a Champions League game.

After a relaxed afternoon strolling around the city, shopping for a birthday gift for a friend, Lucy insisted on stopping by the supermarket. She wanted to cook at home, saying she wanted a romantic night with you. You agreed, and soon, you were back at your apartment, where you spent more time kissing than actually cooking.

It had been happening more and more recently—lingering touches, playful kisses that turned into longer, deeper ones. Every time, though, it stopped before it could go too far. Sometimes it felt natural, like you both were happy to just be together, but other times it felt more abrupt, leaving your heart racing. You wanted her, of course—how could you not?—but there was still that one thing you hadn’t told her yet, and it held you back.

Lucy had noticed. She’d asked a few times, worried that you might’ve had bad experiences in the past, but you assured her that wasn’t the case. You just wanted to take your time, and she had been so patient with you, always respecting your boundaries. Sometimes recently, it was even Lucy who would pull back, smiling at you sweetly, her eyes filled with desire but also understanding.

You loved her. You wanted to share everything with her, every part of yourself.

Twice now, she had stayed the night at your place. She had offered to sleep in separate beds, but you had waved that away, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep cuddled up next to her.

And now, after watching her play last night and lying awake, tossing and turning, you had decided that you were ready to tell her what had been holding you back.

You wanted, ached, to explore this part of your relationship, and tonight, with the romantic dinner she planned, felt like the perfect moment.

Now you were here, a lovely dinner behind your belt.. fidgeting with your wine glass, noticing that strangely enough, Lucy seemed a bit nervous too.

You both spoke up at the same time.

“Y/N—” “Luce—”

Breathy laughter filled the air, easing some of the tension you both seemed to be holding. “You go,” you said in unison again, which only made you laugh harder.

You gently took her hands in yours. “No, you go, baby.”

“Baby..,” Lucy repeated slowly, as if she was rolling the word around in her mouth, trying to make up if she liked the taste of it, her eyes searching your face.

Your heart skipped a beat. Shit. Did she not like that? You had been using the term more and more recently, thinking you were both building toward something more, maybe even thinking of her as your girlfriend already. Panic crept in until Lucy's voice broke through your spiraling thoughts.

“I thought,” she began, tightening her grip on your hands, “that it was about time… that I asked you to be my girlfriend.” Her words tumbled out quickly, like she was nervous. “I know you want to take things really slow,” she added, rambling a little, “but I just really, really, really like you. More than that even.” She let out a breathy laugh, glancing away for a second, before her gaze settled back on yours. “But I won’t scare you with that just yet. What I’m trying to say is... I want to call you my girlfriend. So, um… if you—”

“Oui!” you cut her off, the word bursting from you with so much enthusiasm that it took you both by surprise. You felt your face flush with heat as you quickly added, “Uh, yes, Lucy, I love you too—” You stopped mid-sentence, blushing furiously. “I-I mean, I’d love to be your girlfriend,” you corrected, your voice softer but no less sincere.

Lucy’s smile stretched from ear to ear as she stood up from her seat, and you rose to meet her. The moment felt so perfect, so right.

She kissed you, a kiss filled with warmth and love, and you returned it with all the affection you’d been building up for this woman for months now. God, you were in love.

After a few long moments, you pulled back, your heart pounding. You knew you still had to tell her the other thing. But Lucy was looking at you with such softness in her eyes, her face lit with joy. You couldn’t help but brush your thumbs along her cheeks, feeling the heat of her skin under your touch.

“Love me huh?” Lucy teased at your little slip of the tongue earlier, her voice low and playful.

You chuckled, your nerves easing slightly. “Yes, I love you, Luce, je t'aime” you admitted, voicing the words felt like lifting a weight off your chest.

“Hmmm…” Lucy hummed, her grin widening as she buried her face in the crook of your neck. “That makes me really happy. I love you too,” she whispered, her breath warm against your skin.

Before you knew it, Lucy’s hands had moved to cup your ass, lifting you up effortlessly. You squealed in surprise, even though she had done this before—it caught you off guard. Maybe because you still had to tell that other thing. But you couldn’t help but laugh as she carried you over to the couch, sitting down with you perched on her lap.

Both of you dissolved into giggles as you peppered each other’s faces with kisses, one after another. “I am so in love with you,” you murmured between kisses, your forehead resting gently against hers as you gazed into her eyes.

Lucy laughed, her nose brushing against yours. “It’s funny that we both wanted to tell each other that tonight,” she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Your cheeks flushed again, this time not just from the affection but from what you knew you had to say next. “I… I also…” you stammered, trying to find the right words. Lucy tilted her head, a curious smile tugging at her lips as she waited patiently.

“I also wanted.. uh no.. needed.. to tell you something else,” you finally managed, your voice a little shaky.

“Oh?” Lucy’s eyebrows lifted slightly, her expression soft. “Is it… a good thing?”

You bit your lip, unsure. “I’d…uh.. I’d say it’s more of a neutral thing?” you said, trying to ease into it.

Lucy smiled, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze as she leaned back against the couch. “Okay. Whatever it is, you can tell me. You know that, right?”

You nodded, taking a deep breath. “Yes, I know. It’s just… hard for me to say, I guess.” You could feel your nerves bubbling up again. “I’m sorry for keeping it from you, but I didn’t know how to bring it up.”

Lucy’s gaze was steady, encouraging. “Hey, there’s nothing to apologize for,” she said softly. “Take your time.”

“I… I have never…” You struggled to find the right words, but they just wouldn’t come. “I mean, I know how everything works, of course, but I’ve just… never actually… done it.” The words tumbled out awkwardly, and you quickly looked down, embarrassed.

Lucy was quiet for a long moment, so long that you finally forced yourself to glance up at her. To your surprise, her expression hadn’t changed—she was still looking at you with warmth and understanding.

“Hey,” she whispered, her thumb brushing over your lower lip, gently freeing it from between your teeth where you’d been nervously biting it. “Thank you for telling me.”

You groaned, your forehead dropping against her collarbone. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and relief.

Lucy chuckled softly, her hand smoothing over your back. “Sorry for what? Like you said, it’s a neutral thing. There’s nothing to be sorry about.” She tilted your chin up so you could meet her eyes again. “I’m just happy you told me. Now I understand why we always stopped when we did.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and smiled shyly. Lucy’s hands found their way to your cheeks again, cupping your face with such tenderness that you couldn’t help but feel safe.

The two of you stared at each other, the weight of the moment sinking in before both of you burst into soft, breathy giggles, the tension dissolving.

You both had ended up lying down on the couch, nestled against each other in a comfortable silence. Lucy’s arm was around your waist, your head resting on her chest as you listened to the steady rhythm of her breathing. The warmth of her body and the way her fingers absentmindedly traced small circles on your arm made you feel calm, safe.

It must have been at least half an hour before you finally worked up the courage to speak.

“So… how do you, uh, want to do things?” you asked, your voice soft, almost hesitant.

Lucy tilted her head slightly, meeting your gaze with a curious look. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” she responded, her voice gentle, as if she were afraid of pressuring you. “I mean… I want to do whatever you want, however you want, and when you want it.”

Her words made you smile, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. She was always so thoughtful, so patient. But the truth was, you had been thinking about this for a while now. You swallowed hard, trying to push past the embarrassment rising in your chest. “I feel like I’m ready,” you began, but the words felt heavy in your throat.

Lucy’s expression softened even more, her hand rubbing soothingly along your back, waiting for you to continue.

“That’s… I…” Your face flushed bright red as you tried to find the right words. You couldn’t tell her just how ready you were without blushing even harder.

The truth was, ever since you and Lucy had started dating, you had never felt this kind of desire before. In the past few weeks, your own body had been betraying you, and the thought of Lucy, had been invading your mind, especially when you were alone. You had never been so… wanting. It was like something in you had awakened. It wasn’t just the emotional connection—you physically craved her.

“Uhm… it’s been hard,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, “not going further than kissing with you.” Your cheeks burned even more as you confessed, “But I felt like I needed to tell you this first before we went further… it was hard for me to confess.. I feel a bit.. uhm.. behind?”

Lucy’s thumb gently stroked your cheek, silently urging you to continue, her face calm and open.

“I’ve been thinking about… you,” you admitted, your voice faltering slightly. The vulnerability of the statement hung between you, the air thick with it. “A lot.”

Lucy’s lips curved into a small, tender smile as she listened. She didn’t laugh or tease you like you might’ve feared. Instead, she looked at you with a warmth that made your heart flutter in your chest.

“I’ve been thinking about you too,” she said quietly, her voice sincere. “But I didn’t want to push you, and I didn’t want to rush into anything until you felt ready. I wanted to respect your boundaries and I am really happy you told me this before we went further, and you’re not behind at all by the way, everyone does things at their own pace.”

You nodded, appreciating her patience but feeling the need for honesty. “But really I… I’ve been more than ready,” you repeated, the words rushing out now that you had started. “It’s been hard for me to hold back. I didn’t want you to think that I didn’t want to… you know, go further with you. I’ve just never… done it before.” You didn’t know why you were repeating yourself, maybe to bring over to Lucy how much you meant it.

Lucy nodded, her hand moving to intertwine with yours. “I get it,” she said softly. “I’m really glad you told me. I want you to feel comfortable with whatever we do, and I don’t want you to feel like there’s any pressure.” She paused for a moment, searching your face. “But when you’re ready, whenever that is, I’m here. We’ll take it slow, together.”

You smiled, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. “Thank you,” you whispered, resting your forehead against hers.

Lucy sighed contentedly as she lay beneath you on the couch, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your arm. After a moment, she cleared her throat, breaking the comfortable silence.

“So, um… your parents,” she started, her voice tentative. “Sunday dinner, huh? What’s that going to be like?”

You blinked, a little caught off guard by the shift in conversation. “What about it?” you asked, propping yourself up slightly to look at her.

Lucy gave a small, nervous laugh. “I don’t know, like… have you told them anything about me? Do they know we’re dating, or is this going to be a complete surprise?” She bit her lip, clearly a little anxious. “I just want to make sure I don’t mess this up.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “Why are you thinking about that right now?” you asked, your tone playful as you began trailing soft kisses along her neck, nuzzling into the warmth of her skin.

Lucy let out a breathy laugh, though her body tensed slightly under your touch. “I—uh… I just don’t want to screw it up. Are you sure you really want to do this right now?” she asked, her voice hesitant.

She turned her head to look at you, concern flickering in her eyes. “I don’t want to rush you, y/n.”

You giggled against her neck, pressing a kiss just below her ear. “Three months isn’t enough of a wait for you?” you teased, a smile tugging at your lips.

Lucy chuckled, her body relaxing slightly as she looked up at you, her nerves fading a little. “Okay… so the dams have really broken now, haven’t they?” She raised her eyebrows, amused.

“Well, now that I’ve told you, and you didn’t get scared away... I have to admit, I’m kind of excited. I mean…” you grinned sheepishly. “I find you really attractive.”

She smiled as you moved your hand under her shirt, your fingertips brushing against her warm skin, you whispered, “I’m in love with you, Luce. I want to share that part of myself with you, too. And you know…” You paused, leaning down to kiss her collarbone. “Je sais à quel point tu es bon au football, alors je ne peux qu’imaginer que tes talents athlétiques s’étendent au-delà de ce jeu…’’ You whispered.

Lucy giggled, swatting at you playfully. “Oh, you’re cheeky,” she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. But she glanced up at the ceiling with a grin and added, “Are you sure you’ve got no experience at all? It feels like I’m more out of it than you are right now.”

You sat up a little, shifting so that you were straddling her hips, your hands resting lightly on her stomach. You raised an eyebrow, curious. “Oh?” you asked, smirking slightly. “Has it been long for you?”

Lucy bit her lip, her gaze dropping for a moment before she admitted, “Maybe… half a year? I don’t know.”

“Versus 22 years,” you teased, rolling your eyes giggling. “I think I win.”

Lucy grinned, sitting up to face you, her hands resting on your waist. “Mmm, no. I think I win.” She leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with affection. “I’ve got the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my life sitting on my lap right now.”

You felt your cheeks grow warm, your heart swelled in your chest. But instead of letting yourself get lost in the emotion, you smirked, leaning in close until your lips hovered just inches from hers. “Mmm, really?” you teased softly. “Tell me more…”

Lucy’s expression turned serious, though her eyes were still playful. “I mean it, y/n. Now that I know how much this means to you, I want it to be special… really special. I always wanted that for us, but now it feels even more important.”

You rolled your eyes in playful disbelief, letting out a dramatic sigh. “Mon chéri,” you whispered, brushing a kiss over her cheek, “we just had the most romantic dinner, confessed our love—I'd say that’s pretty perfect already, wouldn’t you? Besides, it’s already special because it’s with you, my love, you are the only person I could think of doing this with.”

Lucy’s smile deepened, and she reached up to brush her thumb along your cheek. “Perfect, sure,” she mused. “But… candles, flowers, fresh sheets…” She bit her lip, ‘’in my head I was going all out for you, I am not even wearing my good underwear, amour.’’

You chuckled, thinking of your preparations for today. ‘’I am.’’

You watched her pupils dilate, her eyes widening in surprise, and she swallowed hard, clearly taken aback. “Oh,” she said in a breathy tone, as if she had just forgotten how to speak.

You chuckled, watching her shift, almost flustered. “Are you getting shy, Luce?”

“No! It’s just that… I don’t know,” she stammered, running a hand through her hair, clearly struggling to keep her composure. “I really want to keep things slow, to be respectful and everything, but when you say things like that…” She scratched her neck, her voice barely a whisper, “it’s… hard to...”

“Hard to what?” you asked, delighted to see her cheeks flush, a sight you didn’t often get to see from her.

Lucy groaned, leaning back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. “It’s hard for me not to think about… taking things a little faster than planned.” Her voice came out all at once, as if she’d been holding it back.

You leaned in, your lips just grazing hers. “Well, what’s wrong with those thoughts, then?” you asked, teasingly brushing your fingers along her neck.

She exhaled softly, biting her lip as she hesitated. “Let’s… wait until after I’ve met your parents,” she finally managed, pulling back slightly, though it was clear that it took effort.

Your smile faltered, confusion and a hint of disappointment washing over you. “Oh… I thought…” You shifted off her, sitting up and moving to your own spot on the couch, feeling uncertain.

Lucy’s hand instinctively reached for yours, her expression tinged with a hint of panic. “No, no—y/n, it’s not that I don’t want to! I do, more than you know.” She looked down, as if gathering her thoughts. “I just thought, well, when you mentioned meeting your parents on Sunday, I figured it was important to you to wait until after that step.” She paused, glancing up at you with earnest eyes. “I actually had… this plan in my head for next week. Thursday, to be exact.”

You blinked, intrigued and slightly amused by her meticulousness. “You have… a plan?”

“Yeah,” she said, scratching her neck in that adorable way that always made you smile. “I even talked to your housemate to make sure she’d be out for the night. I thought, you know, after we’re official and all…” She laughed softly, glancing down shyly. “I was going to surprise you with candles, flowers, everything. It’d be in your own bed, so you’d be comfortable.” She pressed a hand to her chest, her cheeks flushed. “I didn’t want to pressure you, of course, but I wanted it to be right for you—like, um… create a perfect moment for us.”

Your heart melted as you listened, and you could hardly contain the adoration shining in your eyes. Here was this amazing, thoughtful woman who loved you so deeply, wanting everything to be perfect.

“Luce, you’re… adorable,” you murmured, leaning in to kiss her, your heart overflowing with love and gratitude for such an incredible girlfriend.

You could feel the heat and intensity building between you, like two magnets drawn together. Your mouths met in a deep, fervent kiss, a silent conversation of everything you hadn’t said and all the things you were both holding back. It was a kiss full of promises, anticipation crackling in the air around you.

As the kiss deepened, Lucy’s hand slipped to your waist, and you let yourself sink into her warmth, into her presence.

After a moment, you pulled back just slightly, a small smirk crossing your face. “Are we sure we want to wait until next week?” you whispered, your voice low. “Today is a Thursday too.”

She took a deep breath, nervous laughter lighting up the room. “Well, I don’t know if I want that, but I think it would be best, so yes, I think I want that.”

“Thursday can’t come soon enough,” you groaned.

You both laughed, the intensity giving way to a moment of lightheartedness as you laid together, feeling secure, knowing that when the time was right, it would be everything you both had been waiting for.

After a while Lucy scooped you up into her arms effortlessly, grinning as you let out a surprised laugh. She headed toward the bedroom, ignoring your glance back at the kitchen.

“We really should clean up first,” you protested lightly, glancing over her shoulder at the table still set with empty plates and a bottle of wine.

Lucy shook her head, a smirk playing on her lips. “Nope,” she said, nudging the bedroom door open with her hip. “Tonight we can cuddle, tomorrow we’ll worry about that again.”

Once in the bedroom, Lucy set you down at the edge of the bed.

You felt your cheeks warm as you began to undress, carefully slipping out of your top, suddenly hyperaware of her eyes on you. You hesitated, noticing she’d turned her head away slightly, as if trying to give you privacy, even now.

“No, you can look,” you murmured softly, smiling as her gaze shifted back to you, her eyes meeting yours with such warmth that your heart fluttered. “You’re my girlfriend,” you added, the last word feeling new and sweet on your lips.

Lucy’s gaze traveled over you slowly, and you felt a blush rising to your cheeks as you slipped out of your top and bra, letting them fall softly to the floor. For the first time, her eyes settled on the bare skin of your chest, and you could see her breath catch for a moment, her lips parting as she took you in.

You felt a mix of warmth and shyness under her gaze, but her expression was so open, so purely admiring, that you felt at ease. When her gaze lifted to yours, her eyes held a soft awe that made your heart skip. “You’re beautiful,” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.

You smiled, feeling both vulnerable and cherished in that moment, before turning to her closet and reaching for one of her oversized shirts to slip on. As you lifted it over your head, Lucy let out a little chuckle, recovering herself, and as she undressed down to her boxers and sports bra, her cheeks were pink.

Once undressed, you both climbed into bed, buried under the comforter as you found each other in the dim light, legs tangling together. She pulled you close, and her mouth met yours again, warm and gentle.

The kiss deepened, lips moving slowly, savoring each touch, each taste. Lucy’s hand rested on the small of your back, sliding upward with a feather-light touch that sent soft tingles across your skin. You felt a pleasant, fluttering warmth in your stomach as her fingers brushed over you.

Your own hands explored her too, grazing the line of her jaw, the smooth skin of her shoulder, and then down to her waist, lingering as you took in every detail. With every kiss, your heart raced faster, your body responding to her closeness, feeling both electric and calm at once.

But just as things were growing more intense, you felt a faint pulse of nerves, next Thursday was maybe not so bad. “Wait,” you whispered, smiling softly, though your cheeks were warm. “We haven’t brushed our teeth yet.”

Lucy paused, her eyes immediately searching yours, understanding lighting up in her gaze. She brushed a gentle hand over your cheek, offering a reassuring smile. “Totally forgot,” she said softly. Her hand found yours as she guided you to the bathroom, fingers intertwined as you both stood side by side at the sink.

You shared smiles as you brushed your teeth together, Lucy’s shoulder bumping lightly against yours, and even things like this simple routine felt special in her presence.

As you finished, you turned to find her already smiling, her hand reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Back in bed, Lucy wrapped her arm around you as you nestled close, her hand resting comfortably over your hip. You let yourself settle, your head on her chest, listening to the steady beat of her heart, your own hand resting on her stomach, feeling the warmth of her skin and the gentle rise and fall of her breathing.

In the quiet, with Lucy’s arm wrapped around you and her hand softly resting on you, sleep came easily, and the last thing you heard before drifting off was the sound of her breathing, steady and warm, and the quiet, whispered words she murmured just before you both faded into dreams; “Goodnight, my love.”

I hope you guys like this, I felt a bit rusty writing again, but I think in the future I might be writing more woso fics.

Part 2 of this will follow soon!

-J.

#lucy bronze x reader #lucy bronze smut #lucy bronze imagine #lucy bronze fanfic #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #chelsea women x reader #woso smut

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..maybe that's why

(bsn ending #8)

jeongin x reader! i.n x fem reader!! wordcount: 2.2k

bsn alternative ending wherein jeongin doesnt want to call you 'noona' but you dont know why.

(an: last alternative ending. next to this will be the special chapter where a lot of yoou requested.)an: help! im dying! college is too hard.

an: i love jeongin!

part 1 and part 2 first

“Can you give me that spoon, please?”

Jeongin’s voice pulls you from your thoughts, and a teasing grin spreads across your face as you quickly hide the spoon behind your back. “Okay, if you call me ‘noona,’” you tease, already knowing the answer but still hoping.

He sighs, not even bothering to look up from his phone. “I won’t,” he replies, standing up to head towards the kitchen to grab a new spoon.

You shake your head with a small chuckle and place the spoon back on his plate. Was it really that hard to do?

Jeongin was just one year younger than you—a small gap, really. When you were nine, he was eight. That never felt like much of a difference. But then again, he had that same gap with Seungmin, and Seungmin got the honor of being called "hyung." So why didn’t Jeongin ever call you "noona"? The thought lingered in your mind often, and you teased him about it constantly.

But no matter how much you tried, he always brushed it off, never giving in.

You couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t treat you like he did the others.

Everyone doted on him, hugged him, and treated him like their adorable little brother. He would roll his eyes and push them away half-heartedly, but it was clear they all adored him. And who wouldn’t? Jeongin was cute. The kind of cute that made you want to squish his cheeks and ruffle his hair.

But he never seemed to mind when you hugged him. Like now, for example.

Your arms wrapped around his waist while he sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone as if you weren't even there. He didn’t push you away, didn’t squirm or protest like he did with the others. He just let you hold him, completely at ease, even as your head rested against his shoulder.

You don't know why, but you are willing to know the answer.

You never had a younger sibling, and the thought of taking care of Jeongin stirred something in you. He was just so easy to dote on—so talented, smart, and capable. Yet, there was this small part of you that still saw him as someone you wanted to spoil.

If he were your little brother, he’d probably be the most spoiled kid in the world.

But no matter how much you treated him like a little brother, there was always that lingering question: why didn’t he call you “noona”?

“Can you tie this for me?”

His voice breaks your thoughts again, and you look up to see Jeongin standing in front of you, holding the ends of his necktie. He’s dressed for his presentation, and you don’t hesitate to set your notebook aside and move to him.

You start tying his tie carefully, focusing on the task as his eyes linger on your hands.

Maybe it’s because he’s taller than you now?

That thought crosses your mind as you glance up at him, only to meet his steady gaze. The teasing thought bubbles up again, and a mischievous grin tugs at your lips.

“You should say, ‘Please, noona,’ if you want me to finish,” you say, your hands pausing mid-tie as you look up at him playfully.

Jeongin sighs, his patience visibly wearing thin. “Just finish it, please. I’ll be late,” he says,

“Not until you call me noona,” you insist, stepping back with your hands on your waist, fully embracing the playful banter. You expect him to groan or roll his eyes, but instead, his gaze sharpens, and the room feels suddenly smaller.

His next move catches you off guard.

Without warning, Jeongin steps forward and pins you against the wall, his hands braced on either side of you. His face is close—too close—and your breath catches in your throat. For a split second, all the teasing falls away, replaced by a tension you can’t quite place.

“I. Won’t,” he says, each word slow and deliberate, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that leaves you speechless.

You blink up at him, your brain trying to catch up to what just happened. But before you can say anything, he pulls back, adjusting his tie on his own with a swift motion. “You can stay as long as you want. Just lock the door when you leave,” he says coolly, grabbing his bag without a glance back and heading out the door.

You stand there, heart racing, still pressed against the wall, wondering what on earth just happened.

Did you push him too far? Was he mad? Or… was it something else?

Days pass, but teasing Jeongin about calling you "noona" doesn’t feel the same anymore. There’s something different now, something unspoken lingering between the two of you. You can’t quite place it, but it makes your chest feel tight, and the teasing doesn’t come as naturally as it used to.

Even now, as the others gather at your friend's hideout.. which was Jeongin’s apartment, you find yourself watching him a little too closely.

“My favorite baby is here!” Chan announces dramatically as he bursts into the room, immediately engulfing Jeongin in a hug. Jeongin struggles against him, whining, “Hyung! I’m not a baby!” but Chan only tightens his grip.

Minho, who’s busy in the kitchen, glances over with a smirk. “He’ll always be our baby,” he teases, and you can’t help but laugh, even though a small part of you feels envious. They always get to smother him in affection.

“He’s my baby,” you chime in proudly, earning a playful glare from Jeongin as he squirms under Chan’s grip.

“I’m not your baby,” Jeongin mutters, his voice slightly muffled as he tries to push Chan away.

“If he doesn’t want to be your baby, I can be,” Minho jokes, causing everyone to laugh.

“Shut up, Minho, you’re old,” you shoot back, rolling your eyes.

or maybe that’s why Jeongin doesn’t call you "noona"—because sometimes, you act like the younger one.

“I want ice cream,” you announce, pouting dramatically.

Jeongin, ever the responsible one, shoots you a disapproving look. “You haven’t even had dinner yet. You should eat something proper before you have ice cream,” he scolds, sounding more like an older brother than anything.

You sigh dramatically. “But I’m not hungry for dinner. I want ice cream,” you insist.

“Are you a baby?” he asks, laughing at your pout. But when you straighten up and fix your posture, you say, with as much dignity as you can muster, “I’m your noona.”

He smirks, clearly amused, and after a moment, he gets up to leave. “I’ll be back,” he says.

A few minutes later, he returns with a gallon of your favorite ice cream, and you light up, but before you can grab it, he holds it just out of reach.

“Eat this first,” he says, handing you a bag of fast food.

You sigh but comply, because, well, he’s Jeongin.

…maybe he doesn't want to call you noona 'cause he hates you?

"Do you hate me?" you asked one time

"Why would I?" he asked back. As far as he can remember he told you he loved you in that restaurant where you treat him.

"'Cause.. I don't know," you don't know how to explain

He ruffles your hair affectionately. “Stop overthinking. I don’t hate you.”

Or maybe he doesn’t wanna call you noona ’cause… he loves you?

That one sentence played over and over in your mind. It was the answer you’d been searching for, though you weren’t ready to admit it at the time.

After the sticky note incident and that night at Changbin’s birthday, things started to make sense. All the little moments clicked into place.

He didn’t want to call you noona because he didn't want to.

A week after Changbin’s party, you found yourself wanting to talk to someone, and Jeongin came to mind. He’d always been the one checking on you, sending you messages even when you didn’t reply. In one of them, he’d said, “If you ever need someone to talk to, just call me.”

But you hadn’t called.

Instead, you went to his apartment. You knew the passcode, as did most of the group. Still, you knocked. When no one answered, you entered, your steps careful, almost hesitant.

The silence was comforting, in a way. You sank into the soft cushions of his couch and waited, hoping the familiar space would calm the chaos in your mind.

It was getting dark when Jeongin finally came home, guitar strapped to his back. He hadn’t expected to find you here, yet there you were—curled up on his couch, looking so peaceful despite the turmoil you had been feeling.

For a moment, he just stood there, his eyes softening as he took you in. All his worries, the small frustrations, the confusion—it all faded away when he saw you like this. His heart ached in ways he couldn’t explain.

Quietly, as if afraid even the sound of his breath might wake you, he moved closer, kneeling beside the couch. His fingers hesitated before gently brushing the strands of hair away from your face, lingering in that tiny gesture, his thumb grazing your cheek.

His smile was bittersweet.

You had no idea how hard it was for him to stay in the role of the younger brother. How much he despised the label, how much he longed to break free from it. You didn’t know how many nights he lay awake, wishing he could grow up faster, become someone you’d look at differently—someone you might want to be with.

When you stirred slightly, he jerked back, standing in an instant. His heart raced as he quickly slipped into his usual facade, moving to sit on the smaller couch across from you. By the time you opened your eyes, he had an upside-down book in his hands, pretending to read.

"Oh, you’re awake?" he asked casually, as if nothing had happened, like he hadn’t just been admiring you moments ago.

You stretched, sitting up, blinking away the last remnants of sleep. "When did you get home?" you asked, your voice still soft from sleep, your lips curling into a smile.

"Not long ago." He shrugged, placing the book down carefully, his voice neutral, though his heart was anything but calm. "You should’ve called me."

"And disturb your class?" You laughed softly, shaking your head. "No way."

He wanted to tell you that it didn’t matter. That no class, no distance, nothing could stop him from coming to you if you needed him. But instead, he just smiled.

"How are you?" he asked, his gaze searching your face, seeing through the mask you always wore.

"I’m fine." The lie rolled off your tongue with practiced ease, but even you could feel how hollow it sounded.

Jeongin’s eyes lingered on you a little too long. He wanted to push, to ask why you were really here, but he didn’t want to scare you away. He knew you wouldn’t open up until you were ready.

Then, out of nowhere, you asked, "Can you call me noona?"

Jeongin blinked, caught off guard. The request was so unexpected, it almost felt like a joke. He scoffed lightly, unsure if you were teasing him or testing him.

You bit your lip, looking down as if you were afraid of his answer. "I just… I want to confirm something."

His heart sank. He didn’t want to call you that. Not now, not ever. He had spent so long trying to distance himself from that word, from the idea that you’d always see him as just your younger friend.

"Just once…" Your voice was softer this time, and it broke something inside him.

He swallowed hard, looking anywhere but at you. "Noona," he said quietly, barely able to force the word out, his voice thick with emotions he tried so hard to hide.

The silence that followed felt heavier than anything he had ever felt before. You didn’t say anything, and it scared him. He finally dared to glance at you, only to see you staring at him, your expression unreadable.

"Now I know the answer to my question," you whispered, more to yourself than to him.

Jeongin’s chest tightened. He didn’t ask what you meant, but every fiber of him was screaming for an explanation.

You let out a shaky breath, your eyes glistening as you finally looked back at him. "Noona doesn’t feel right coming from you."

He froze, the weight of your words sinking in. He knew what you meant—he could feel it in the way your voice trembled, in the way you were struggling to keep your feelings contained.

"I don’t want to be your noona."

It wasn’t just a statement. It was a confession. A quiet, undeniable truth.

You, who had once been so unsure, so careful with your feelings, were now looking at him with a clarity that left no room for doubt. You didn’t want to hide from it anymore.

And neither did he.

an; i saw vids of jeongin bowing on stays and it made my heart warm. jeongin was indeed raised right by his hyungs. so precious.

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sk3tch404 · 4 months ago

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Yandere Donnie Darko Hcs

A/n: I finally came around to watching Donnie Darko while I was styling my hair this morning. It was so good and omgg HIS CHARACTER!!! Love it 💜 What he voices in where he rebels against authority resonates with me in the most honest and straight up sense, it's crazy.

CW: Characterizing of psychosis without research (I am in no way claiming this is how individuals who suffer some psychosis or with schizophrenic symptoms act or feel like. This is simply a work of fiction and how I see Donnie's mental state affect the scenario), Donnie is actually very tame here except for his obvious criminal record and acts of violence, and YALL HES A MENTALLY ILL TEENAGE BOY so he's a lowkey soft okay. Y'all see him with Gretchen? So caring and passionate ugh, love him sm. <33 I try to write as close to canon as possible, but sometimes that leads to really soft yans and I kind of doubt my writing. Despite that. I like to think that not all yanderes need to be possessive killing machines in order to fit into the troupe. Everyone's got their own way of dealing with obsession, and so I think I did decently with this one lol.

Proof read a few times, so sorry for wordy/run on sentences and possible wonky grammar.

I feel like Donnie is very observant and patient with his darling. He's quite analytical for a teenage boy which leads him to take time to consider the variables that weigh within your possible relationship.

Donnie is still an awkward kid, so dont be surprised when you accidentally find him staring at you for a considerable period of time in class. In school, he doesn't approach you, seeing as the setting is already suffocating enough. He'd try to catch you after school or when you two have a little bit of privacy.

He's kinda shy and clumsy at first glance--- too talkative in his speech and self-aware of his minor fuck ups. Over time, he'll be more open to what he wants with you. Donnie might not really understand how to handle love and all of its complexities, but hell try really hard to make it work.

Yeah, y'all saw how fast he dived in for that kiss in the film?... Embarrassing, but it's true that he's quite excited to show his affection for you. He'll be "so chill with it," and he is to an extent--- not too clingy at all--- but when he's around he gives you guard dog privileges. Stays at your side and defends you from any brain rotting comments made from the guys around the neighborhood. Donnie isn't much of a fighter, but he's damn well capable of planning and executing a crime if it calls for it. One count of arson, another unaccounted for, severe property damage, and murder? Don't doubt it for one second that he won't consider further acts in the future to come.

His psychosis affects him directly when it comes to you--- as it also does with most things. He already feels so shitty with how things are going in his life, Frank voicing the many thoughts he has about you day to day stresses him further. Sometimes Donnie is scared Frank will convince him to hurt you as the countdown progresses. Despite that fear, he can't keep away from you.

This distress causes Donnie to rebel more often. As he spirals down the rabbit hole Frank keeps digging for him, the anxiety that follows with what will happen to you once the world ends lingers late at night in his bed.

Donnie's main love language is quality time. He walks with you from school and chills with you pretty much wherever. He's pretty book-smart, so he'll pitch in with your projects and homework assignments. His parents don't really seem like they care what he does most of the time, so if he's given the chance, he'll crash at your place for a few before they think he's off sleepwalking or some shit.

Donnie already knows he's slipping off the rails, placebo medication or not, Frank stays to stir the pot. He's almost scared, scared to death that you'll think he's an insane lunatic and he'll scare you off. But at the same time, why be scared if it's the truth? He has evidence, the book, and his own visions. That anxiety doesn't go away when he rambles on about the six-foot-tall bunny rabbit and how that thing has led him to the method of time travel.

You're just left there dumb founded as he stares on at you with that deadpanned look. Too late to back out now. World's ending and you don't got a boyfriend. Well, you got Donnie... and Frank's there too sometimes, but either way, you're all each other's got. You don't want to be alone do you? Donnie knows he doesn't.

He trusts you more than anyone else. Yeah he's on meds, and sure he's loony, but everyone knows that already; not that they seemed to care too much anyway. He feels like he can just exist with you around. All that pent up frustration with the looming guilt of his actions festering inside can be washed out like waves on a cold shore. Of course, it's not a cure-all, but it's damn nice compared to the bone headed friends he got and the tense dinner table back at home.

He has scratch paper in his drawers that are just filled with messy sketches of you. Not sure if he'd be the type to use sketchbooks, but he is pretty organized in his own room. Donnie just finds you so easy and beautiful to draw. Art block has nothing on this boy. He hates it when his sisters barge into his room and see any unfinished piece of you lying around. They tease him so bad about it, he wishes they'd just leave him alone.

"Ooo, is this the girl you're always wasting your time with?"

"No, gimme it. It's none of your business, and get out of my room."

"Geez, fine. Not like that's the freakiest thing you got in here anyway."

Donnie wouldn't be the extreme stalking type, but if he caught a glance of you, he wouldn't be able to look away. He'd also take into account what your daily patterns are as well as your likes and dislikes. He notices your little habits like if you constantly apply too much pressure to your mechanical pencil, making your lead break. He's always have had a passive opinion on the school uniform, but you made it look good, great even. Donnie likes it even more seeing you in street wear. He takes note on your style and even thinks of taking some inspiration from it to feel closer to you.

He's sensitive in places a teenager would be in most. He's irritable and closed off much of the time, even to you if it gets bad enough. Of course, it's not your fault usually. It only makes sense to be defensive in the case of anything he may perceive as a threat, even if that means any possibility of you breaking his heart.

Donnie may be a bit shy in his advances, but what he isn't is hesitant. He's quite bold in his thoughts and feelings. While he is afraid of your judgement in particular, he doesn't mind doing many things in front of you. Your collar is crooked, so let him just fix it up real quick. Talk about something that's got him thinking? He's letting his thoughts pour out like it's happy hour. He sees no issue in doing what he wants to, so if you're feeling unsure or nervous about something, he'll be the one to do it for you. Not many questions asked unless it's got his serious attention.

Kisses are passionate and deep. (Tbh when I first watched the movie I was like, "DAMN dont eat her face- shit.") I dont know if Donnie has had previous experience or not, but he's definitely got the enthusiasm. He tries to match your rhythm if you seem to have trouble following. Not too much tongue, but best believe he's devouring your lips like it's the last 6 hours in the universe. His hands are roaming around your body, feeling the dips and curves so cautiously because Jesus, you're just rocking his fucking world. If you tell him to slow down, he will. Donnie never wants to force you to do anything you wouldn't want to.

Words of affirmation aren't really a thing for him. If he says something to you, it was probably on his mind anyway. If you say "I love you" to him, he'd be almost stunned but wouldn't have a problem reciprocating that energy. He just felt like that connection between you two was already clear enough. No need to say it so directly. Although, it's nice. He really loves and cares for you. Would take a bullet for you--- cross his heart till he dies, all that sappy shit.

If you reject him, let's just say Frank and Donnie will be speaking more often. It pushes him off the edge. Frank isn't in Donnie's head just to do evil shit, but it's not like his presence doesn't perpetuate Donnie's behavior further. He wouldn't go on a killing spree or anything excessively violent like that. He'd be hyper-focused on the time travel aspect of his situation and become more forceful in his methods. He'd demand answers to make sense of all of it. To cope with the fact you didn't want him like how he needed you. Why didn't you like him enough? What didn't he do? Actually, what did he do? His mind feels like its on the brink of breaking as he tries to rationalize all the negativity in his life. He's already done too much, his world feels like it's collapsing in on itself before the actual day could even come. You were a majority of that world, and now it's just broken.

Donnie is so distraught and confused about his adolescent experiences, he almost doesn't know what to do. The only thing to do from then on is to focus on the countdown. Time travel, and how to fix it all. Otherwise, not only would he be left alone, but you would be too. Donnie wouldn't want that for you, not ever. Even with all the pain and frustration stowed away inside his still beating heart, he would never wish to hurt you; one of the only people on Earth who didn't suck so much as everyone else did.

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teaffrogy · 8 months ago

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Anxiety [Astarion]

SUM. Anxiety and stress have been eating at you. Till you broke.

Fem Reader(You/Tav) X Astarion (takes place in Act 3)

A/N: I am not feeling well mentally, and I just want comfort, so I am giving myself some sort of comfort. I am struggling with anxiety and depression. I am seeing a therapist, but my life is making me want to quit.

Tw(?): Talks a lot about Anxiety and stress

You haven't slept.

It's been two days since you haven't been able to sleep properly. You'd stir in your bedroll or just look outside of the flaps of your tent. What was keeping you awake? Anxiety.

Anxiety of going Back Home, getting this weird tadpole out of you, having to find find the two neteratones who two powerful people have, help Karlach with her engine and worry about what happens next for her, and so so but so much more from everyone else in the camp. Your stomach was killing you. You'd even throw up at random because of the stupid fucking Anxiety that was eating at you. Every encounter leads to new situations that cause even more anxiety.

And some of your companions Have noticed you not leaving your tent for two days. One is because you fall asleep and wake up super Late, the other is because you don't want to go out. You haven't been leaving because you don't want to encounter more situations And the current ones, you are avoiding everything, everyone. And it makes you feel even more worse about yourself than ever because of how much you've been avoiding it.

Astarion would come in to Ask if you are alright but you just said yes. He even asks you to go on a night walk with him since he saw you not sleep at night. But you kindly refused saying he needs to rest too. He would say you two could simply stay. in your tent and he Can just read. But you said no. Shadowheart would come to your tent to ask if you are alright, you'd say you're fine, just tired, but she knew something was wrong and it was bugging her. Gale too, he'd ask or even bring you your favorite meal he made but you wouldn't even touch it. If you did eat You'd just end up throwing it up.

“Do you think she is pregnant?” Karlach asks. “You think so? She's been throwing up.” Shadowheart says. “She is not pregnant!” Gale yells. “And how would you know?” Astarion asks, and Gale says nothing. “Well, I don't think it's because of her being pregnant, I think she'd know if she is. Plus, she seems down.” Wyll says as he looks at your tent, which you haven't left again. Halsin looks at your tent and sees you turn on a candle. You move around, and half your body is out of the tent, but go back inside and turn the candle off. Halsin sighs and looks at everyone. “She is avoiding something or someone.” He says.

Someone? But who?

And they started to point fingers at who. First, it was Astarion(of course) they had thought that their relationship had ended which caused you to lock yourself Away, but it hasn't, it is a good relationship. Then it was Gale. Maybe she was scared he'd blow up! But it was false. You two had talked privately about this. Then it was Wyll. Maybe she was scared of Misora? But no, you had told him you wanted to fight her. Then Karlach, again, burns and blows up. But again, you had ressured Her that you trusted her. Then Shadowheart, her beliefs in Shar maybe were too much for you. Again, you told her as well that it didn't matter to you at all. Halsin…there wasn't really anything wrong. No one had nothing to say about him.

So what was it?

Laezel? But she said that you two were good, that for them to assume something like that was idiotic.

And They gave up. It was either because you hated someone and they didn't know why or you were pregnant. Which are two bad options, but what else?

You couldn't sleep again.

Everyone was in their tents, asleep. You were culled up into a ball as you thought of everything that simply kept coming, and your stomach was killing you again. You wanted to throw up, but at the same time, you didn't. You didn't want to throw up what you had eaten. Gale had made your favorite food. It would be sad if you just threw it up.

And the thoughts are quiet now. They just stopped. You breathed carefully and heard footsteps. It's Astarion. He probably came back from a haunt. You smiled at the thought of him, but the thoughts came back.

What would he think of me now? Does He think I'm disgusting? God, what if he just wants to end things? Does he love me? What am I doing wrong?

It was getting hard to breathe. Your eyes would move from one place to another in seconds and you sat up. Your vision starts to blur as you try to look around. You try to speak but you just make a weird sound like a cry. You cover your mouth and just cry. You hugged the pillow again and covered your face in it as you cried. You could Feel your pillow Start to get soaked as your tears would hit it.

And the flaps to your tent Open. You look up and see Astarion. “Darling?” He calls. You were a mess. Your whole tent was really. He looks at you, hugging your pillow as you try to muffle up the sobs and cries. He sits next to you, not really knowing what to do. He was never really comforted before. Only by you after Cazedor Died. He was crying, shaking and you simply pulled him into a hug and let Him cry it all out until he stopped.

He pulls the pillow away from your face and you sob, avoiding looking at him. He lifts your chin Up and you look into his eyes, his gorgeous red eyes. They reminded you of garnets. Those eyes that shined after he had drinken from you. But today, they looked hurt, worried.

He gently kisses your forehead and then pulls you into a hug. You stood there, frozen for at least 5 seconds before your eyes started to water again, and you wrapped your arms around him. And you just cried. You just cried as you hugged Him, and that's when you spilled it all. “I am so tired!” You say and bury your face on his chest. Your crying starts to calm down. “I have so much to do. I- I just-” You sniffed and sighed. “I am tired. I haven't slept for 2 days, and I have such bad anxiety.” You say as you stopped hugging, but he still is holding on to you. You fidget with the end of the button to his shirt. “Wyll, we have To help him rescue his dad, Karlach, we need to find Dammon so he can see if he can fix her engine, Shadowheart, She has these people after her because she betrayed Shar and now we need to also find her parents, Gale, We Find a book and now he wants the crown of the Elder brain, Laezel well… she is cool.” You smiled, and Astarion chuckles at the end. But he notices everything that is put on you.

Everyone expects you to do something or help them with something. Make huge decisions For them as well. Since the very beginning. “You don't think I'm cool?” He asks and you nod. “You aren't. You are amazing.” You say and he hugs you tighter. “I'm sorry.” you say.

“Don't Apologize Darling.” He says as he pulls from the hug to look at you. “You may feel like you are doing this all by yourself. But you aren't.” He says as he brushes your hair behind your ear. “I'm here. And also I suppose everyone else here as well.” He says and you nod. You felt like crying again but your head hurt. “Also I heard you all talking and what the hell is up with you all thinking I am pregnant?”

“I never thought you were! You know I am not good with kids. I am not risking it to burst myself instead yo-”

“Shush!” You cover his mouth and he grins. “You are sometimes too loud.” You say and he nods. And you two are quiet. You don't know if you would sleep tonight or Would even leave your tent. You were still anxious as to what was coming. But, at least you know you aren't alone now.

“I know you won't sleep tonight, Darling. Would I interest you in a bath? And after a lovely love session?” He says as he holds your hand and brings it to his lips, placing a kiss. He then gets close to you and kisses you. You smile in the kiss. After a couple of minutes of kissing, you pull away and look at him. You nod. "I'd love that.” You say as you hold on to his hand.

“I love you Astarion.” It felt weird saying it. You two don't say it often, but it has a lot of meaning for you two after everything you two have gone through.

“I love you too Darling.”

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whoiwanttoday · 25 days ago

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Here is some Anna Kendrick because she directed a movie and so she is out everywhere promoting it. It's nice to get to see her. Both here and in general. She is a regular on this blog but has not shown up a ton in the past few years because I just don't see her so much. That happens with celebrity and she's one of those people who won and Oscar early and then the industry didn't quite know what to do with her. She was in a lot of things where she was very charming but the movie was whatever. I guess part of that is just the industry change, she probably would have had a very different career in the 90's or 2000's but the kind of movies people like her would make their star in don't exist anymore, everything is a franchise. I hope her Dating Show movie is good, I know the story behind it, so that's good. Anyway, she's here because of all that in general but more specifically because she was on the criterion closet and when recommending All That Jazz mentioned everyone wants to talk about how this movie or that movie has always been a part of their life because no one wants to seem late to the game but she just saw it a few years ago. That to me is an important thing. I know I am guilty on this blog of what have you done lately and certainly a lot of good art is of it's moment, it's in conversation with the world it was made in, and that's important, but truly great art is timeless because it isn't about right now it's about being human. This weekend I watched Demon Pond, which is also a Criterion release and one that caused a big stir in the film circles online because Criterion released it and no one had heard of it. It didn't have a wikipedia article, it had less than 1500 view on Letterboxd, it was like an unknown movie but entered the Criterion collection because it was a Japanese movie from 1979 made by an avant garde film maker and I guess was never that big a release. You know what? It was gorgeous and wonderful and made me sad and angry and happy. It's a nice reminder that something doesn't have to be brand new to do that and it's ok to revist things from the past. Anyway, Anna Kendrick talking about All That Jazz made me think of that and how even just one great work of art from someone is something to be thankful for. So I am posting her. Today I want to fuck Anna Kendrick.

#Anna Kendrick #brunette #Actress #whoiwanttofucktoday

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moonbaby26 · 8 months ago

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Title: Rainy Day Man

(Chapter 4 of Doflamingo’s Marine Series)

*Crossposted to AO3 Here*

Chapter Pairings: Doflamingo x Reader, Aokiji/Kuzan x Reader, Smoker x Reader is in the past

Chapter Warnings: masturbation (male)

Chapter Synopsis: Kuzan knows when something is wrong. And if you won’t tell him yourself, he’ll deal with finding the truth through other means. He’ll do what he has to to protect you, the woman that he still cares about. But Doflamingo will not be letting go either as he already has one eye on the future and what you could become for him next.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

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“Ooh, you’re up early. Isn’t that twice in a row now? What’s the occasion?” Admiral Kizaru’s lackadaisical voice drifted in from the open doorway.

Aokiji looked up from his seat at his desk, squinting a little actually. He’d already taken something for his headache, but it hadn’t helped much yet.

“Hina called me.” Aokiji answered honestly. “I’m waiting for her. She had a report she wanted to give me.”

“Uh huh,” Kizaru still sauntered in without specifically being invited. He then came to lean against the corner of Aokiji’s desk. He was carrying a small orange as his breakfast, now peeling it with his fingers. “Hina’s on her way back from Fish-Man island, right?” Kizaru asked as well. “Kind of stormy today for all that.”

Getting in and out of the Marineford gates was definitely trickier in large ocean swells. But Aokiji knew that Smoker’s ship had already made it out this morning. And being that Hina was on a coated ship, coming up from the sea floor instead should have made it easier for her group.

But Kizaru didn’t mind to keep talking when Aokiji hadn’t even answered him yet. “You know, I heard through the grapevine that you were out pretty late yourself last night. My men saw you at that new bar. And then leaving said bar with a certain troublemaking Captain too.”

Aokiji’s eyes were instantly more alert at that, his stare meeting the other admiral’s glance behind Kizaru’s amber tinted glasses.

“Touchy.” Kizaru commented at that look, but not at all intimidated. He’d gotten the peel off his orange now as he kept on. “She’s not your direct subordinate, so you know it’s not against protocol. I just thought it was interesting. Seems like she’s always stirring up something if she doesn’t have Tsuru around to keep her in check. Quite a fuss at Sabaody yesterday too.” He glanced around the office soon after though. “You got a trash can?”

Aokiji sighed, pulling the small one out from under his desk for Kizaru to toss the orange peel into.

“So gossip travels at the speed of light too then does it?” Aokiji asked the other admiral.

“Always has.” Kizaru answered easily, using the tiniest blades of light to then segment that orange with a brief flash within his palm.

Aokiji really didn’t want to talk about this right now. But at the same time, if he didn’t comment at all, he knew how quickly everyone would just make the worst assumptions for you and he both. “Look. I’ll tell you the same as anyone else that asks. She’s my friend. And nothing happened last night. We had drinks as a group, and I made sure she made it back to the barracks without anyone bothering her. I did not go in her room.”

“Such a gentleman.” Kizaru mused, chewing on one of the orange pieces now.

Aokiji shifted back in his chair, knowing it was still pointless to actually let himself be riled. Not by someone like Kizaru at least who just liked to stir things up a little for the sake of alleviating boredom.

“I thought you had training drills to supervise today anyway.” Aokiji rebutted.

Kizaru only made a non committal sound to that.

“You just don’t want to stand out in the rain and mud do you?” Aokiji realized that a bit afterward, leaning his head further back against his chair.

The dull throb of a headache didn’t get any better as distant thunder rumbled through the walls from outside.

But even more distinct than the thunder was the irritated voice that followed from somewhere down the hallway.

“Where the hell is he!? Kizaru, get your ass out here! Drills are at zero seven hundred sharp!”

“Keep your shirt on, Akainu…” The man with the sunglasses and yellow striped suit replied, calm as anything. Though still seeming a little disappointed in how quickly he’d been found out. He didn’t look back however as he now strolled for the door.

“Let me know how it goes with the captain if you would.” Kizaru sounded only just slightly curious still, not always the easiest person to read. In fact, more difficult than most in how little his narrow emotional range ever changed. “Sorry if I don’t believe you yet.” He added. “You’re not half the choirboy you pretend to be these days.”

Aokiji frowned a little at that, but still didn’t feel the comment too untrue as he watched the other admiral leave.

He could hear Akainu berating Kizaru further in the hallway as well after they’d run into one another.

But none of that was his problem right now. He hadn’t liked the sound of Hina’s voice on the phone. And he was further concerned really when she’d said it needed to be an in person conversation.

It was hard to explain. This unease he’d had ever since you and Smoker had gone at it that day in Mariejois. He’d felt guilty almost immediately too, embarrassing you both he knew by having to step in like that.

But someone had to stop it. Hina had been right about all that too. From the very beginning she’d said you and Smoker would never work. Just too stubborn, too similar to ever concede to one another. But Aokiji had still hoped for the best.

He’d wanted to see the two of you be happy. Even if it meant watching something progress that he couldn’t have for himself any longer.

As it was now sitting alone here, tired and waiting for Hina, of course he remembered the mistakes he’d almost made last night. Because it would have been wrong to do anything when you were that vulnerable.

But even with you fully drunk, even knowing that you were still processing through a rough breakup, he’d almost kissed you. And he’d almost walked into your room.

Kizaru was right that he wasn’t as noble in heart as he tried to be in action. Every day was its own struggle of still learning what kind of man he wanted to be in the end.

He was just lucky that he’d had so many good teachers and second chances by this point.

But at this moment, it was Zephyr that had influenced these particular choices the most. And entirely only through tragedy that the instructor never would have wanted to become a lesson for anyone else.

It was something Aokiji could never erase from his mind. He’d been the one with then Admiral Zephyr that day the phone call had come. Zephyr’s only family, his wife and young son had both been killed.

Not accidentally, not by some twisted or horrible turn of fate, but specifically because Zephyr was an admiral.

That was the only connection pirates needed to hunt down an innocent woman and child and attack them personally and brutally when they knew Zephyr was away and couldn’t protect them.

Never in his life had Aokiji seen a man cry like Zephyr did that day. And not just a man, but a father figure to him if he was being honest. To hear someone’s heart and soul ripped from their body that way, it had done something to him too.

He remembered feeling lost, and coming back to his quarters that night. You were there in his bed too. Already asleep for how late it had taken their ship to get in.

He’d sat in a chair and drank while you slept. He’d drank so much and still it hadn’t been enough to dull that feeling.

Because he couldn’t let it be you next.

Everyone knew then that he was gunning for the next admiral position as soon as one might open. And he knew realistically that he was going to get it.

He would be an admiral, and you would be a target. You were too young to put that kind of weight on you. He was sure you’d find someone else and be fine. You didn’t need him to make you happy. He was just lucky enough to have had the short time he did with you.

Lucky enough to be your first.

But it didn’t give him any right to drag you down with him.

With your hard headed pride, you would have refused to accept his reasoning of not wanting you hurt. Because you still thought that you could fight anyone, take on anything. It’d been easier just to say that you were too young for him then and leave it at that only a few weeks later.

And he thought he had made the right choice with time. He’d even been happy the day Smoker came to him talking about this firecracker of a female marine he’d met. One who Smoker had gotten into a passionate argument with which had turned into much more out on a joint mission together.

Aokiji had completely given his blessing then. Because he trusted Smoker, and he knew he’d take care of you. But here, only two years later, it was now just back to the beginning.

You were hurting all over again. Yet there was still more to it that he couldn’t understand. He absolutely trusted his instincts that this went deeper. Just as much as he trusted the dread in his stomach which told him that whatever Hina was coming here to say was going to be fully related to whatever had wrapped itself around you now.

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The thunder rumbled again outside as his back muscles relaxed further beneath the hot water. The shower stream was now as hot as he could stand it as Doflamingo tilted his head back, letting the water run down over his throat as well.

It still felt a bit surreal, to have something he’d wanted for so long this much in his grasp. He wondered if he’d ever really tell you what his thoughts had been even from first sight of you those years ago.

He’d hinted at it in Mariejois, but he doubted you remembered much of what he’d said then. Probably just the fucking and the fighting had occupied your thoughts there, not that that was wrong.

Trading blows with you versus sliding his cock into you, both those experiences occupied very similar pleasure centers in his own brain to be true. And oh how he’d savored it when you’d finally given him the opportunity.

But to this day, Doflamingo distinctly remembered the first time he’d ever seen you.

In the North Blue, at another of Tsuru’s traps. It was in a dirty little town, like so many of them that he’d moved through back then.

Tsuru herself was occupied at the shore, keeping his current ship pinned in port to block full escape.

But Doflamingo wasn’t on that ship. He’d already decided it was time to sacrifice it. Time for something new.

Moving back through the island, his foot soldiers had run into more of Tsuru’s forces on the other end.

And that’s where you’d been.

Doflamingo had heard the gunfire and stayed above it. In his dark suit at the time, and blond hair more spiked than he wore it now as he’d tried to determine his easiest route through.

He hadn’t wanted any of Tsuru’s crew to see him and report back to ruin the ruse. But hiding above to move across the low rooftops had also given him an excellent vantage point.

You weren’t alone by any means, working with a group of marines beating his soldiers back. But you were new, and extremely noticeable as your rope dart had gone around his field captain’s neck and you’d brought that man who was twice your size down to his knees.

Doflamingo had hesitated, hearing the choking sound even from there and the words that followed as an argument broke out below.

“(Y/N), we’re supposed to take them alive!”

“He tried to shoot me in the face!”

“What did Tsuru say!?”

“…okay, fine!”

And you’d loosened the rope just to promptly be shot at again with a smaller gun that captain had hidden. Of course your stupid friends had nearly gotten you killed with their meddling.

But Doflamingo had already been smirking as he’d realized what had really happened. The bullet may have been a small caliber, but the aim had still been true.

The shot should have sank right between those nice young breasts. But it hadn’t. It had ricocheted even as you grunted from the discomfort of the strike.

Armament haki is what it was to his surprise, even in a little shit like you. He’d also taken the time to notice your bare legs and nice looking thighs too. All visible with that short skirt as your boot had come up next to crack the captain’s jaw in return and send him sprawling back onto the ground. The man fully unconscious then as you’d argued with your crew some more in the aftermath.

Had his cock twitched in his pants for you even then?

It absolutely had, but he’d had to be on his way, escaping the island and all of you soon after. From there on he’d paid more attention of course, keeping an eye out for any glimpse of you anytime Tsuru’s crew was close.

And occasionally he’d have a soldier giving a report about how they’d narrowly escaped your ensnarement. On those days especially, as they recounted your violence and the means you were willing to take just at the edge of what Tsuru would allow, he’d known he wanted to get you alone.

You’d been a little too young then in truth, but you acted enough like a woman by Doflamingo’s standards at least. Taking on his men and thwarting his plans like a full grown marine. He’d wondered often back then if you’d even had a man inside you yet.

It should have been him. It would have been too if Tsuru hadn’t always kept you so close. Even Trebol and Diamante had asked him more than once if he just wanted them to catch you the next time and bring you back to him to get that fixation out of his system. He knew that they had tried several times.

But you remained elusive. And the timing just wasn’t right. Rosinante had disappeared with Law not long after as well and things had just gone to shit for a while as he’d wondered if his plans for Dressrosa would ever come to be.

He’d never forgotten about you, but he’d had to focus on cleaning his own house and that alone. Weeding out the traitor and finding the Op-Op fruit to secure the future.

And then he’d heard about the up and comer Kuzan, the ice logia user. The underworld agreed that that man was going to be a real problem and surely an admiral soon. And it wasn’t that pirates gave a shit about the love lives of marines. But whenever someone got that big, every weakness had to be explored. And so he’d heard about Kuzan’s personal life too.

Oh, he’d been in a terrible mood that day he’d first found out. His officers were absolutely perplexed then until they realized what had happened. You had become a woman truly then, one that belonged only to Kuzan.

But it didn’t last. And he’d become a warlord and then the king of Dressrosa. Years of planning having finally born fruit. He was so busy again.

And then you were with Smoker. Another logia user that the underworld was keeping an eye on. Doflamingo had wondered if you had a fetish for logia types specifically.

In the brief times he had gotten Crocodile to submit, he knew how interesting logia users could be in bed. Though sandy sheets and the grit it made on his cock likely wasn’t as fun as ice or smoke ghosting between your legs had been for you.

But the past was the past. He thought of you back then the same as he thought of you now while he touched himself. Alone here still in his hot shower as he splayed one hand against the wall.

He had been cleaning off the mess of the night before. But he was done cleaning now as he considered all the versions of you that he’d known just for this long.

That brat in the North Blue who he could have made a woman of.

The too proud marine you were now that he was just starting to bend beneath him.

And the intangible partner that you had the potential to become if he kept shaping you in all the ways that he wanted.

Because he could take even more from you if he chose to. Your freedom, your body, even your life as a marine. You could be so much more than all that.

His hand was moving further back between his legs now. He squeezed his own sack, closing his eyes under the running water.

You could be a queen. You could be on your knees in front of him every day then. So needful for your husband if he only bid it. He could teach you how to hold him like this. Hold him as he’d slide his cock into your willing mouth and ask you to squeeze him while you sucked him off.

He squeezed his sack harder at that idea too, the discomfort only heightening his arousal as his hips began bucking slowly.

You still had no idea what he could really be like as a lover. The two in person times with you this far had still been far too rushed. If he could really get you alone for days at a time, he could show you then.

Slow and steady, working you up to a fever pitch until you’d be begging him for more.

His thigh muscles tightened as he finally let go of his balls to begin stroking his thick shaft again.

What would you want though? Would being offered such things entice you at all? Or would he have to force it all on you?

He wasn’t above that obviously. He already had forced you, and he’d do it again if you insisted on playing with him that way.

He could rape you. He could kidnap you. He could make you his wife, make you his consort. He could force you to bear him offspring. He could make you raise them as demigod princes or princesses.

And when the day finally came to tear it all back down, to rip the other gods from heaven and take their places, you and any children you bore him would serve on your knees as his spared favorites.

That is what he wanted for you.

That was the highest form of affection that the madness of Donquixote blood could offer.

And he was finally able to admit it. Even as his toes were trying to curl in the puddle of the shower that he was still standing in.

He was squeezing his cock, and rubbing it from tip to base as his spine straightened up and he breathed out your name. If he couldn’t have true heaven again yet, cast out to the surface world as those traitors had done to him, he would survive on only these tastes of paradise for now.

He felt it when he buried himself between your thighs. Heaven within hell.

That’s what you were becoming for him. It didn’t have to make sense. It didn’t have to be explained. He felt it and he couldn’t let it go now. Not now, likely not ever.

Doflamingo cursed as he came hard again. It was wasted seed that should have been all for you as he shuddered and it landed thick against the shower wall.

Somewhere outside the skies were thundering again too, but he couldn’t care about distant threats right now. He sat down in the still running shower. The hot water and steam made him feel more overheated than he was as his hand covered his unprotected eyes when he didn’t want to close them under the water any longer.

As he used a string to pull the lever on the opposite wall, the water finally stopped. Leaving him nude and dripping, sitting on the expensive tile as his muscles trembled slightly once more.

He was going to make this work, for him and for you. It had to.

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Aokiji was staring at Hina’s somber expression, the office door closed to all others as she repeated for him.

“Hina doesn’t understand why either. But Hina knows what the boy said.” Her eyes were sharp, but not unempathetic. “(Y/N) didn’t report it.”

Aokiji had his elbows on his desk, hands up with fingers intertwined and his lips resting against them. But his entire body was tense.

“Kuzan…” Hina tried. “You need to give her a chance to explain.”

“No.” His voice was short as he lifted his head again from behind his hands.

Hina watched him carefully still, but also glancing down to the small rings of ice now forming where his elbows met the desk.

“Then what are you going to do?” She asked next.

“I’m going to find out from the source.” He had stood now, those tell tale puffs of water vapor also leaving his mouth with the words. The temperature in the room had shifted.

“This stays between us, Hina, until I know more. Understood?” The cold of his voice more than matched the room now.

But Hina wasn’t afraid as she nodded. “She’s our friend. Hina wants to know the truth too.” Though as she watched Aokiji gather his coat and umbrella she looked a little more concerned. “Be careful please. It’s rough out there.”

“Sabaody isn’t far. And big waves freeze the same as small ones.” Was all he replied, walking right back out of the office door.

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The heavy rain was now fully pelting the windows. Doflamingo had gotten dressed and had brunch some time ago, now reading through pending contracts in his makeshift office here at the beach house.

He’d planned to leave back out for Dressrosa this morning. But he was in no hurry. There was no reason to risk damaging a good ship in this weather. He and the limited crew he’d brought could either leave tonight or tomorrow morning when the seas had calmed.

So he was only trying to catch up on all the work he’d had with him as always. He had no phone meetings scheduled for the next few hours at least. So besides the blowing storm, it was still quiet enough that he actually had some music playing as he analyzed the documents.

It was just instrumental music. Symphonies recorded generations ago now spinning on a record nearby. The relaxing sound helping him concentrate on the profits he was double checking in his calculations.

He’d found a percentage he didn’t like and was just marking it out to make an amendment when a different snail rang.

It was a short distance one, just for paging him within the house. As of course what he called a simple house was actually a seaside mansion of several floors.

He was a little annoyed regardless, but clicked the connection open. “What is it?” He asked, still staring down at his numbers through the red glasses he’d already put back on.

“Master Doflamingo, sir.” Some random male staff member he didn’t even remember the name of sounded heavily flustered. The warlord didn’t stay at this house often enough to have bothered to learn all the workers.

But he tried not to lose his patience, still waiting for whatever the message was. He didn’t like to be put into a bad mood when doing paperwork, it made room for mistakes.

“Sir,” The staff member did continue just as nervously. “You have an unscheduled appointment here to see you.”

And again Doflamingo tried not to snap back. The nature of the word appointment meant scheduled. It was an oxymoron to say it the way they just had. “Who?” He just asked instead. Was Disco dumb enough to come crying here again? Or maybe some idiot rookie pirate who thought just throwing themselves at him could earn them a place on his crew?

“It’s marine Admiral Aokiji, sir.”

The ink pen in Doflamingo’s hand broke before he’d realized he’d even squeezed it harder. Black ink now flowing all over his hand and the paperwork beneath it.

His heart was pounding and his haki followed suit with the adrenaline spike. His mind had to catch up as he felt his lips stretch into that nervous smile he couldn’t always control.

What had you told the admiral then? Had you betrayed him already after all?

“Sir?” The peon questioned after the long delay in response.

The symphony was still playing in the background as Doflamingo tried to clean the ink from his hand as if wiping away blood. He could only find the antimacassar, that separate overlay of his chair headrest to wipe it on.

“I’m coming.” He managed a reasonable tone regardless as his mind still continued to race.

Aokiji would not come here unless he at least suspected something. But it didn’t mean he knew everything either. And even if he did know more than he should, what could he realistically do about it?

Doflamingo knew that even all he’d done to you this far wasn’t near enough to lose his warlord status. The marines might be aghast on principle, but it was the World Government who really made the rules. And they wouldn’t give two shits if a random marine got herself railed by a warlord.

Maybe her skirt shouldn’t have been so short? Maybe she wanted it and only changed her tune because she didn’t want to be demoted? That’s exactly how those old shits thought. Hell, that was probably how most of the marine brass thought.

If Aokiji did actually care about you, it’d only be your own career that he’d be detonating if he revealed it all. Because why wouldn’t a pirate and even a king fuck a feisty little thing like you if given half the chance?

People would expect it from Doflamingo. But not from a self righteous marine. Double standards were fun that way.

His heart rate had slowed already again as he went through all of this in his head in just moments. He had wanted Aokiji to know a little bit too. He had to remind himself of that. He was just surprised that the admiral would confront him already. It was only supposed to be doubts about you at this point. Not the full blown realization.

Doflamingo’s hand was now as clean as he could get it for the time being. He slipped back on his feather coat before heading out into the hallway and down the curved staircase.

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Aokiji was standing waiting in the massive foyer, rainwater still dripping from his coat and dirty boots. He’d left a light trail of mud across the pristine marble floor.

And of course Doflamingo was smiling, just like anytime he’d ever seen him as the tall pirate emerged at the top of the stairs. Hands in his pockets, and dramatic pink coat moving with him as he took the staircase down in no real hurry to get there.

“Admiral Aokiji.” The warlord spoke so smoothly, the light of the chandelier above creating the illusion that those red sunglasses were actually glowing.

Like a demon’s eyes, evoking the warlord’s epithet as he continued. “Quite a nasty day to come all the way here for what I’m sure could have just been a phone call. Are we being called to war? Tell me it’s something that exciting for a man like you to come knocking at my door.”

“I’d like a private conversation with you.” Aokiji answered plainly, betraying nothing yet as he did glance around at all the staff still gawking at them from multiple doorways that opened to the foyer.

“Easy enough.” Doflamingo answered, pulling one hand out of his pockets to motion it like shooing away animals. “Out!”

And they did scurry away so fast too. It was pitiful really. Not a backbone left among them. All stolen by the man in front of him no doubt.

Aokiji did allow them all enough time to get away, but he also noticed how much Doflamingo seemed unwilling to come any closer then.

They were facing each other. The pirate still on the stairs, legs actually staggered to have one foot above the other on different steps. As if ready to move quickly if needed. And keeping himself at higher ground.

And Aokiji still near the center of the foyer, forced to look slightly upward to make eye contact with the warlord on the stairs.

“I want to know what happened in Sabaody yesterday.” Aokiji asked. It was not friendly any longer, if it ever had been.

Those glasses were watching him intently, he felt it. “I already gave my statement. Vice Admiral Vergo signed off on it.”

“Vergo wasn’t there until it was already over. He can’t verify what he wasn’t present to see.” Aokiji carefully moved his hands out of his marine coat in test.

And he saw Doflamingo’s calf muscles tense even from this distance. He was ready to jump. The problem was, that even knowing someone was guilty as sin and giving every sign of being so, that knowledge didn’t help with a pirate of this level.

Because when there was that much sin, Aokiji couldn’t know what thing was really being reacted to. There was no doubt in his mind, standing here in this literal mansion, that every single painting, statue, and elaborate light fixture was dripping with the blood money it’d been paid for with.

“Let’s try it this way,” Aokiji shifted strategies then. He did not mind being fully blunt when needed. His patience was wearing thin. “Captain (Y/N) was attacked. I know her skill level. Of anyone confirmed there at the auction house yesterday, you’re the only one strong enough to have done it. So why wasn’t that in your report, Doflamingo?”

The smile didn’t change, but the tension in it did. The warlord’s jaw tightened as he raised his other hand from his pocket with equal care to what Aokiji had. “This isn’t private enough yet. One moment.”

And suddenly the sound of slamming doors echoed throughout the foyer. Not simultaneously, just in random succession throughout the large room as Aokiji did catch the brief glint of strings moving through the chandelier’s light.

“Even mice like to eavesdrop at times.” Doflamingo commented once every door out of this room was now sealed.

It was also meant to remind Aokiji that he was easily still within the warlord’s attack range to be sure. But the admiral never moved.

“What did you do to her?” Aokiji asked again then instead, no longer skirting anything.

Last night the merboy had warmed up to Hina enough to ask about you. He’d been so worried that the ‘bad man’ would come for you again. Hina had sworn to Aokiji that she offered no leading questions to the boy after that, but only let him speak of his own experience to work through it.

The boy had likened it to what he already could understand from life on the seafloor. He said Doflamingo had come at you from above, a predator in every sense of the word. He’d used his claws on your neck and his jaws on your face.

His jaws over your own mouth to be specific.

Hina said there was no question to her that the boy understood what he’d seen. And that he’d also heard your scream even through the closed door after Doflamingo had taken you into the office to fight further.

You weren’t someone who truly screamed. Aokiji had seen you take horrible injuries in the name of protecting your fellow marines. And never had he heard a sound like what the boy described to Hina come from you.

And so he waited now, that question hanging in the air as Doflamingo stood above him on those stairs.

“It sounds like you’ve been talking to eavesdropping mice yourself,” The warlord breathed, his tone colder as well now. Both of his hands had remained out in the open from his pockets.

“Everyone’s voice is as loud as anyone else’s to me. The source doesn’t matter.” And Aokiji was absolutely watching those hands. He realized one of Doflamingo’s palms was stained with black as well.

“How…human. Everyone equal, is that how it goes?” Doflamingo questioned. His chest was rising and falling a little faster now from beneath his open shirt.

He’d no doubt seen that thinnest layer of frost forming from beneath Aokiji’s boots and beginning to spread up from the admiral’s wrists as well.

But Doflamingo’s tongue was also a weapon as strong as any string. Any marine who’d been around him at all knew this.

So Aokiji wasn’t entirely surprised when that deeper dig finally came. The warlord was daring the admiral to make the first move. Wanting to be able to claim self defense if it came down to it no doubt.

“Were the voices in Ohara just as loud too then, Kuzan?” It was almost a hiss. ‘Come at me if you can’ it said.

A snake cornered in its own den. That’s all Aokiji saw now. Those flat fangs bared in the widest smile.

The fangs that he truly believed had bitten you.

“My crimes are my own.” Aokiji spoke, that resulting twist in his chest would have goaded him only a few years ago. But he was smarter now. “I’m here to talk about yours.”

It was almost a barking laugh so suddenly from the other at that. As if Doflamingo truly couldn’t control it as his hands trembled in what seemed to be frustration. He couldn’t just fight his way out of this if Aokiji wouldn’t attack him first.

“You think I’d really hurt her!?” The warlord’s laugh kept on, echoing through the foyer. “Tsuru raised her. And Tsuru is family to me. Don’t you understand!?”

A look of disgust moved across Aokiji’s face at the nonsensical admission. “I’d say you’re crazy, but we both know that would be the understatement of the century. Tsuru wants you in jail. Nothing more. Don’t insult the Vice Admiral in front of me with whatever sick connection you’ve made up in your own mind.”

“No. You’re the one trying to insert yourself where you don’t belong! Ask Tsuru-san if you’re so sure. Ask her what I wanted when we first met! What I asked her to do before she left me to my fate anyway!”

It was ridiculous bullshit. But maybe this is what he got for trying to reason with a lunatic. “It doesn’t matter. (Y/N) is the only reason I’m here. Stay away from her. Whatever you got away with before is not going to happen again.”

The pirate didn’t admit it, but he didn’t deny it either. “And what will you do, Kuzan? Kill me? On what grounds? How would the World Government take that? A marine admiral conspiring against a king of a government nation?” Doflamingo’s voice was still getting angrier. The blood vessel on his head showing. “And for what motivation? You didn’t want her regardless. You already had your chance!”

Yet as soon as the resulting ice sheet shot out across the floor to those words, Doflamingo was already in the air.

But they both knew the warning shot for what it was. No strings emerged even as the warlord now perched on the banister, the ice having swallowed the stair steps he’d been on mere heartbeats before.

“You destroy everything you touch.” Aokiji glowered. Breath coming out in visible puffs once more. “I have no doubt that Dressrosa is doomed too. It doesn’t matter how or when. That country was dead the day it put its faith in a man like you.”

Doflamingo sneered. “You still don’t understand. You can’t because of what you are. You’re a mouse too, Kuzan. Even as a strong one, you can’t escape the limits you were born into. But I’m more than a marine. More than an admiral even. And I can give more because of it. If you’re so worried about protecting your fellow mice, then let me do the guarding. Stay out of my way.”

It had to be true then. It was just too much for Doflamingo to say if it wasn’t.

But the warlord had such trouble shutting his mouth once he’d already started. “And it’s not your choice anyway. It’s hers.” He added with an additional bit of venom. That was the closest he would come to actually confessing.

And somehow only then did Aokiji feel the full weight settle onto his shoulders. But he wouldn’t accept that there was or even could be consent right now. Looking at the exaggerated silhouette that was Doflamingo, still perched with his teeth bared on the banister, it didn’t seem that a wild animal like that would ever do anything but take what it wanted by force.

“I won’t have this conversation with you twice. I only came here to say what I needed to say. Hurt her again and I don’t care if you really were from heaven itself. You’ll have to deal with me.”

And something in that amused Doflamingo even in his clear remaining anger. “You have no idea, mouse. So scurry home. Call me again when you have a real job for me.”

Aokiji moved his hand in one sharp motion at that, making Doflamingo jump back again just as instantly. This time to hover between the floor and ceiling on his strings.

But the admiral only put up an ice wall between them, sectioning the foyer off as he turned to walk away at last. The warlord couldn’t sucker punch him with a strike in the back then.

Neither of them said another word either. But Aokiji could still hear the demon’s resulting growl all the way from there. The admiral only paused long enough to collect his umbrella from the entryway, opening it as he disappeared back into the storm outside.

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T⨂ BE

CONTINUED

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Love Never Discussed

This is my first ever one-shot, but I'm quite proud of it, so I thought I'd post it and feed those Venti simps. Please enjoy! :D

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Venti x Gn! Traveler! Reader ~Angst, Fluff, and things along those lines. WARNINGS: Suicidal ideations and thoughts, sh scars... please do not read if any of those concepts trigger you, and for those reading who deal with this, please know that you are loved, even when it may not feel like it. Word Count: 2,2k

You've grown tired of the way things are. Traveling non-stop takes its toll, but it's surprising how well you hid it from everyone, including the floating emergency food who spoke to you every waking moment. Eventually, taking care of yourself, alongside all these other people, became a chore, so you walked on until you pushed yourself just a bit too far. Luckily, you were found by the one person you had only wished to see again.

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Night had slowly fallen as you trekked along what felt like a never-ending road, yet you thought you didn't deserve to rest. There were still people to help, to rescue, to find. Of course, Paimon was chatting your ear off the whole way, not even taking in the fact that you weren't responding. As you walked along the shore near Stormbearer Point, the very place where you met Paimon, the fatigue began to take its toll, but you kept moving. Little did you know, a familiar face was keeping an eye on you as you sluggishly walked the beach towards the forest, headed straight for Mondstadt. Then, rain began to fall, it started with a light drip, and quickly it moved on to a pour. Nothing was even concerning you at this point, you couldn't really remember if you did anything for yourself today. Did you even eat? Drink?

Your vision grew blurry to that thought, but you didn't mind. The cold rain pounded your skin as Paimon ran off under a tree and called you to her. Instead, you didn't listen, you let it happen, not a concern or worry that you didn't know what would happen next. "It was bound to happen," You thought as no part of you feared the afterlife. You thought this was it.

Just as your body fell numb onto the wet and hard sand, your vision was finally gone. Paimon screamed for you, floating over to you in haste as she completely forgot about the heavy condensation. She called your name multiple times, shaking your body back and forth. She looked for help, turning her head left and right.

Within the blink of an eye, the person who kept you in their sights came sprinting over, stowing away the bow he carried over his shoulder. Paimon sighed with relief at the sight of him as he knelt by your side, dirtying his white tights and placing a hand on your back, calling for you.

"Traveler!" Your corrupted mind made out, which caused a bit of force to your eyes as you wanted to see the face of the voice you recognized. He saw your attempt and moved his hand to your shoulder to gently roll you over.

As his hand touched your skin, he felt how cold you were due to this heavy rain. The wind didn't help, but the more he panicked, the more nature was stirred up as well. He snapped out of whatever worry he had dug into and put his other arm under your head so that he could roll you onto your other side without possibly injuring your neck. He could finally carry you out of there, using the wind to help glide him straight towards the city he used to rule.

It was the dead of night, not a soul was outside of their home in the city of freedom. Maybe it was because it was so late, or maybe the rain was too strong, but Venti had one thought and one thought alone: to help you. He was quick to find what he thought he needed as Paimon was barely able to catch up with the Archon.

Though this was his city, he didn't live in one place. He doesn't own a home, so even he was somewhat lost. Moments after he had grabbed a blanket from a nearby vendor, placing what money he could on the counter before taking his time to wrap you in it as best as he could, he found himself breathing hard as he looked around vigorously. He searched for a safe place to put you, but to no avail.

"Venti?" Jean's voice echoed through the empty city as the rain had finally stopped, the night sky clearing up. She held an umbrella in one hand and a lantern in the other, a confused look worn upon her face.

The god had slowly come down, the wind blowing around him coming to a halt the moment his feet touched the ground, "Master Jean... please, I need your help." He asked as he showed your face to the Acting Grand Master, Paimon nodding her head in a quickened pace.

"The Honorary Knight..!" Jean gasped as she quickly turned her gaze back to Venti. "Follow me."

The two ran through the streets of Mondstadt, as Paimon floated alongside them until they reached the Knights of Favonius headquarters. The instant the group reached the indoors, Venti felt relief knowing you would be safe there. Jean led them inside her office and suggested laying you down on the couch.

Replacing the now wet blanket, you once wore, with a new one, Venti pulled up a chair to stay by your side for a moment as he caught his breath.

"What happened?" Jean's concern was not one to be reckoned with, and Venti understood that. He knew he had to speak up on the issue, though he might not have known every detail.

"Paimon was just talking with the traveler until it suddenly started raining and-!" Paimon's high-pitched voice rang out and loud as she was still grasping the situation herself.

"Paimon, why don't you go take a breather and find Miss Lisa in the library. It isn't all that late for her, she should still be up and about." Jean suggested, though cutting off the floating person, Paimon nodded calmly and flew out the door.

"Thank you." The boy with black to blue braids nervously chuckled as he looked at Jean for only a brief moment before turning his focus back onto you.

"My question goes for you, too, Venti..." Jean continued on as she leaned forward in the chair she sat on. "If you know what happened, that is."

"To be honest, I don't really have much of a clue. I knew the traveler was coming back to Mondstadt today, the wind told me, but I never expected this. They looked tired, not only physically, but mentally as well. The sight of them broke my heart, I worry they never focus on themself. Going from nation to nation is beyond draining, even I couldn't bear it sometimes, but to also be traveling and searching for someone so dear, then getting dragged into defending ones so near. They could have barely just met, but the traveler would help them solve their issues. This is all too much for one human to hold and never let go of. Even so, they don't dare utter a word of regret or sadness. If I had to say, that is probably the problem they're facing." Venti had rushed some parts, emphasizing most as he had a gut feeling he knew what was going on while the traveler was away. "Being wind-borne is great in its ways, but as the gusts flow in, it may toss you straight into a maze."

"A maze they struggle to find the exit to..." Jean sighed, knowing the feeling. "I'll leave you two alone for a minute. I'm just going to grab the traveler some water."

Venti nodded his head, as he reached out for your hand, holding onto it as he softly ran circles with his thumb. The god's head slumped down as he heard the door shut, resting no weight into the palm of your hand. The feelings he held for you were so strong, yet he has never forced it onto you and sticks to his flirtatious ways. He wants nothing more than to express the way he feels for you but has never found the time. That's why he awaited your arrival back to Mondstadt... and why he kept a close eye on you as soon as he found you, looking for the perfect moment to swoop in and greet you. Never did he expect it to end the way it did.

As a piece of the blanket gently fell from your arm, Venti looked up only to see you still unconscious, but the scars on your arms had caught his attention. At first, he assumed they were all battle scars, yet after taking a closer look, some looked almost too organized. "Why are they doing this to themself?" His thoughts quickened and his eyes worriedly looked over every single scar as he could only hope it had never gotten too much farther than this. He thought, "If Paimon knew about it, she would've told someone, right? So does anybody even know?" He felt guilty for even looking at them, but now he knew that his guess was correct, though he never wished for it to be.

Eventually, Jean came back, to which Venti grabbed the part of the blanket that fell and calmly tucked your arm back inside while Jean placed a glass of water down on her desk before unfolding a hand cloth to use.

Venti scooted his chair back as Jean came over and knelt down by the couch to get closer to you in order to help you drink the water she offered. Of course, you had no clue... only hoped that you wouldn't wake up.

Was that completely true, though? You had heard the voice of someone you cared for, more than most, in what you thought was your last waking moments. Would it be fair to leave him?

As quickly as the night had fallen, time had gone by and shortly revealed the sun. Everyone in their city was just awakening from their sweet slumber, unlike Venti who hadn't slept at all. He was too worried about you to worry about his sleep, and although Jean tried to talk him into rest, it didn't work. Venti had witnessed the sun fall and rise, all while watching your face closely.

With a sudden sigh escaping his lips, he took hold of a lyre he so carefully strapped to his waist and began playing a tune, one which he played for you many times. He hummed the words, instead of singing them, strumming the strings to the beautiful instrument you know only he would play. The soft song had lulled you back to your senses as a smile grew on your still-sleeping face. Venti gave a soft giggle as he noticed your now peaceful expression, and to it, he started to quietly sing the words. Soon enough, your eyes fluttered open and you felt the smile on your face when you realized the melody being played right beside you. Turning your head slightly, you saw Venti, his eyes gently closed as the sun shined an orange tint inside the room and welcomed you into a new day.

The song had sadly come to an end, and as the boy began to pocket his Lyre, he noticed you completely conscious and staring right at him.

"Who knew waking up to such a pretty song would be so enchanting." You managed to say as you sat up slightly, your smile only growing bigger.

Venti said nothing, he just hugged you at your waist, his head planted softly on the blanket on top of your torso. You, surprised at first, sunk into the sudden hug, happy to be there, his arms wrapped around you.

"Are you hungry?!" Venti sat up within a split second, his eyes hastily moving from one of your eyes to another to find your answer. "Please... be honest with me."

"I- uhm..." You stuttered initially, nervous to say what you knew or what you felt. "Yeah, I am."

"Great, I'll go get something for you-!" To the sudden tug of his arm, he didn't even get the chance to stand fully before this new found confidence of yours took control.

Though you only wanted to hug him again, where this ended up going wasn't so bad either. Your faces were inches away from each other, his other hand on the couch cushion beside you as the one you held had moved to the arm of the couch. You were practically underneath him, and his face was in shock, but it gave you a clear view of his reddened cheeks. He broke the eye contact the two of you were having as he nervously chuckled and looked away, but you continued to look at him. You studied him, the way his smile curved nervously on his face as he seemed conflicted between what he wanted to do and what he should do. The way his eyes looked around, moving quicker with every thought he had. Your hand reached the side of his face with a gentle touch, guiding his gaze back towards you where your eyes met once more.

"Uhm... Traveler?" Venti questioned softly, genuinely confused.

You didn't fail to notice the way his eyes moved from your eyes to your lips in such fast and brief moments. He thought he was getting away with it, but he wasn't, he was only making it more obvious by the second, so you sat up ever so slowly until your lips hesitantly but finally made contact. The tender kiss lasted but a moment, but it felt like an eternity after having waited so long for this honest and passionate kiss between love never discussed.

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felicitysmoaksx · 8 months ago

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Hi, everyone. Thanks so much for reading! I had a plan for this chapter, it was going to be about 5k in total, but the characters had other plans so this is being split into two parts once again! Happy reading! Song recs are: The Little Things by Kelsea Ballerini, The Other POV by Khloe Rose, and Kill Ur Vibe by All Time Low

Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI 18+)

Summary: Sarah returns to work following her injury and Justin's death. (Did she also mention that she was four months pregnant and had also 'popped' overnight?

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: implied Sexual Content, inaccurate therapy session, unplanned pregnancy, inaccurate pregnancy depictions, and some slight survivor guilt

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Sometimes Sarah wondered how she got here. She thought, staring at her raven-haired boyfriend. With this wonderful man, who probably should’ve run away from her a long time ago, but instead stayed by her side like he was superglue. This man was arguably the sexiest man she had ever seen, but not only that…Connor was kind. Connor was protective and admittedly, could be a bit of a mother hen. But it was only because he cared, deeply. He cared about everything. From his patients to his friends and family and for some reason he cared and loved her.

So yeah, sometimes Sarah thought about how she got here and how different everything was in her life. Especially the biggest change to come…Her hand moved without thought, resting over her still flat stomach. Only…it wasn’t still flat.

Getting out of bed, she crossed the room to stand in front of the mirror and saw that her stomach now had a small swell to it. According to all the books, she had finally popped. Honestly, they made it sound like she was a piece of popcorn. She thought to herself, turning and running her hand over the small swell of her stomach. Even though the shirt was oversized, there was no denying she was pregnant now. Before, it had just looked like she had put on some extra weight.

A muffled noise came from the bed. Then the man in the bed turned. She watched, struggling not to laugh as Connor stretched out a hand to find her. And when he didn’t find her his sleepy, “Babe?”

“Over here,” she called softly. Connor shifted to sit up with one hand rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Another nightmare-” He yawned but stopped short when he caught sight of her, of her stomach His eyes widened a little, “Oh, wow.”

“I know,” Sarah swept another hand across her boulder-like stomach. Her boyfriend moved so he stood right behind her, arms wrapped around her waist. His hands were covering her own. She nuzzled her face into his neck. His lips pressed to the side of her forehead.

“Guess the cat will be out of the bag now,” Sarah said in a quiet voice. Connor hummed in agreement. It wasn’t like they had been trying to keep it a secret. But in the grand scheme of things, between Justin passing, Sarah seeing Dr. Richardson again at Hank’s request, and everything else in between with Sarah’s recovery, telling people that they were expecting wasn’t the first thing on their minds. Besides, it was nice having something to themselves for a little while.

“Are you sure you’re ready to come back? It’s not too late to change your mind. You could take another week,” he mused quietly, squeezing her more to him.

“I’m going stir crazy enough as it is,” Sarah shook her head at the suggestion. “Hank and Erin are already back at work and besides that, working will provide me with some stability. And I should go back now because, in another five months, I’ll be out for maternity leave.”

Connor bit his tongue. Because they both knew it didn’t quite work like that. Grief didn’t work like that. But he didn’t tell his girlfriend that. Instead, he told her carefully, “I just don’t want you to push yourself to do too much too soon.”

“And you think another week will fix that?” Sarah asked, pulling her face out of his neck.

“I think another week would help you mentally prepare for helping people dealing with their most difficult times after you had been through something so traumatic yourself,” Connor ducked his head down to kiss her neck. His lips were so careful around the still-healing scar of her bullet wound. Though Ava had deemed it healed enough that it didn’t need a bandage on it anymore.

That was a difficult conversation to have. Sarah felt insecure when she looked at the scar. The deep cavernous indentation that wasn’t quite a hole anymore but it certainly wasn’t gone either. It wasn’t attractive, the brunette knew that. Adding that to the scarring she had on her back from her burns and then Connor treating her as if she were glass just waiting to break didn’t help matters either.

Dr. Richardson noticed a day when her insecurities were getting the best of her and when the brunette confessed what was wrong, encouraged her to do two things: put something that made her feel attractive and then have an honest conversation with him about it.

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“What is bothering you most about approaching Connor with this?” The older woman posed the question to Sarah. The brunette shrugged, “I guess the unknown variable. What if I’m right and he does find me unattractive because of my scars both seen and unseen but he doesn’t feel like he can leave me right now because of everything that’s happened? Or ever because I’m having his child and he’s forever tied to me because of it?”

“This is the first time you’ve mentioned your pregnancy outside of our first appointment since you’ve started back seeing me again. But we can circle back to that.” The psychiatrist made a note, “And if that happens, if you’re right. What then?”

“Then I’ll have to be the one to walk away and I’m…Connor is a good man. He’s the best relationship I’ve ever had in my time as an adult. I love him. I don’t want to walk away. But what if that isn’t enough anymore? What if this is all too much for him but he can’t say it because of everything that’s happened to me? Or because of our baby?”

Dr. Richardson made another note before noticing the time on the clock on the wall behind Sarah. “Okay, we need to find a stopping point. So I want to leave it here and encourage you to talk to Connor about what you’re feeling. You’ve told me he’s honest, kind, and a good man. So be honest with him and see where that leads you, Sarah. Because sooner or later, you’ll have to know and we’ll discuss it next week.”

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Looking back at it now, Sarah thought she could have handled the conversation better than just blurting out, “You don’t find me attractive anymore, do you?”

And watching her boyfriend look so dumbfounded at her words. She’ll never forget the look on his face as she continued, “I mean, I know I wasn’t much before everything happened, but I’m not attractive anymore am I?”

Then he proved just how wrong she was in her thinking. But that was a story for another time. She didn’t want to think about that right now. Instead, she wanted…

“Love me,” she moaned quietly as she leaned into his touch. Connor captured her lips in response, pulling her back to the bed.

“How is it today?” Her boyfriend asked quietly while they were basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

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“Sarah, you’re a psychiatrist.” Dr. Richardson reminded her during a session when the curly-haired brunette admitted to feeling guilty because she felt normal one day because it felt like she was moving on way too soon from Justin’s death, “If you were to have a patient tell you this, what would be your response?”

“Grief is something that rapidly changes from day to day,”

“Exactly. Grief isn’t linear. Some days you’ll wake up, and getting out of bed will be a struggle. Some days you’ll wake up and be angry or sad. Sometimes you’ll wake up like today and be perfectly fine.” The woman nodded, agreeing, “You need to treat yourself with care, Sarah. Grief will never completely go away, but don’t feel guilty for the good days you do have.”

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“It’s there, but it doesn’t hurt as much today,” Sarah told him quietly, pressing a kiss to the permanent love bite she left on his shoulder.

“If that changes?” Connor ran a hand down her back. Another kiss was placed on his shoulder, “You’ll be one of the first ones I tell…What if none of my clothes fit? I haven't had a chance to get maternity clothes yet. They must’ve known I was going back today.”

“Or they knew we’re going to be checking in on them with the ultrasound today,” her boyfriend grinned, patting her newly swollen stomach softly.

“I might be on the early side of showing, but the book’s and Dr. Grant both say the baby won’t be kicking for another few months: until I’m at least six months or later considering this is my first pregnancy…and what?”

“What?”

“You have this weird grin on your face. Why?” Why? He was probably reading too much into her words; no he definitely knew he was reading too much into her words. But she had said first pregnancy and that had conjured images of them…with a sibling for this child. But Connor didn’t want to freak her out because they hadn’t even had this baby yet. So he ran a hand through her curls as he said, “I’m just happy.”

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“Have you thought any more about moving in with me?” Connor prodded in the elevator while they were on the way down to the parking garage. He had floated the question last week during dinner one night. And it was logical, they were about to be tied together forever by their baby. And yet…Sarah didn’t want to move in just because it was smart and made sense.

And hadn’t they seen this film before? Connor moving in with his broken and recovering girlfriend and it blowing up in their faces? All of it was starting to feel too similar. (There was that secondhand deja vu again.)

“Or we can find a different apartment if the idea of moving into my space is what’s bothering you.” Sarah shot him a look and her boyfriend shrugged with a smirk.

“I can see the gears turning in your head,”

“I don’t want to move in together just because we’re having a baby. That’s about as dated as getting married because we’re having a baby out of wedlock.” She told him before pausing. Then the brunette turned sharply to her boyfriend, wagging her finger at him. “Don’t you even dare think about proposing to me right now, Connor Rhodes. I will say no.”

“So wait nine months after the kid is born, got it.” He snorted and when she shot him another pointed look; it turned into a full-blown laugh as the elevator opened with a ding to the parking garage.

“You’re ridiculous, but more like twelve months,” Sarah rolled her eyes fondly before he opened the door to his car for her. He leaned in to peck her lips. “But I’m yours and you love me.”

“Why do you want to move in with me? Outside of the practical reasons because of our baby?” She asked after he pulled out of the garage and they were cruising down the road. The hand he had on her thigh flexed. They stopped at a red light and he glanced at her. His blue eyes were practically shimmering.

“The baby is the main reason I want this sooner than later. But I’d like to think we were always headed towards this. Because you said it yourself a few months ago. You spend five nights out of the week at my place. More often than not though, you don’t even go back to your apartment. Over half of your stuff is at my place by now. So why are you paying thirteen hundred dollars a month for a place, that doesn’t even have an elevator and you spend maybe a week at? Each month?”

“So you always saw us living together?”

“I always thought that’s what we’re working towards.” Connor shrugged at her question while they started moving again. His hand flexed again as his thumb started rubbing circles into her skin. Such a possessive action. It was something Sarah never found attractive in a man before, but the difference between her exes and Connor? Connor was possessive in private, unless provoked. (She had seen this firsthand because Joey liked to test this boundary and her boyfriend was quick to put him in his place.) Like the love bites on her body, his possessive actions were for them, only.

“But I’ve thought this was a relationship sooner than you did,” he said, pulling Sarah out of her thoughts.

“Huh?”

“We weren’t on the same page until we were four months in,” Connor explained, “I thought we were a couple sooner than you did. So I think I’m a little quicker to jump for this because of that.”

“When did you start to think of this as a relationship?”

“I-“ he hesitated and Sarah was pleasantly amused to see a flush crawling up her calm, cool, and collective boyfriend’s neck. “I’m not sure I want to tell you that because it’ll come out in a weird way.”

She just grinned at him. Then she laid her hand over his resting on her thigh. Connor sighed.

“The day you called me Dr. Rhodes in bed for the first time.” He muttered as he maneuvered his way into the other lane. The brunette felt her mouth drop open, a laugh bubbling its way off of her lips.

“So many things to unpack here,” Sarah started, still laughing even as Connor pinched her thigh lightly. “But we had only been sleeping together for about two weeks at that point.”

“Yeah, so?”

…So he had only been broken up from Robin for about two months? Or was it three? She couldn’t remember…and why did her brain keep circling back to his and Robin’s relationship? Why did she keep comparing them?

“I also think that’s the first time you rode me too,” Connor commented and Sarah whipped her head to face him, but her boyfriend was staring at the road.

Sarah felt her cheeks heating as she said, “Connor, you can’t just say that!”

A red light caught them again. They were nearing the hospital now. Her boyfriend faced her, a wicked gleam in his blue eyes. His rapidly darkening blue eyes-the way they did when they had sex. She shivered.

“Why? We’re the only ones in the car and you were thinking way too much and I needed to get you out of your head somehow. Since we’re in the car, I’m limited as to what I can do…” His hand moved a little higher up her thigh.

“Because I think the last time you talked dirty to me,” she started trying to ground him back to reality, the brunette grabbed the hand on her thigh and placed it on her swollen stomach, “This happened.”

“You act like I’m afraid to put another baby in you,” he pecked her lips quickly, before he went back to driving, “I’m not.” (If only they knew…)

“Connor,” she sputtered, while they pulled into the hospital parking lot and waited in line for a valet to come and take his car. Her boyfriend kissed her again, this one their tongue met but it was fleeting.

“It’s true,” Connor muttered against her lips, before he leaned his forehead against hers. “You know how proud I am of you, baby?”

“I haven’t done anything yet,”

“I’m still proud of you for trying.” Connor reiterated firmly with another kiss on her forehead. “And if it doesn’t work out coming back this soon, you know that’s okay too.”

(If only Sarah knew it wasn’t going to be a good day, but not for the reason everyone thought.)

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sinnaea · 9 months ago

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Rebecca's Valentine

A short and sweet Valentine's Day fluff piece. A week late but I still wanted to at least push it out in February. This is a bit of a change of pace from what I usually write. But I hope you all still enjoy! As always, thank you for reading 💜

Summary Rebecca is finally ready to reveal her secret admiration for Jill on Valentine’s Day, thinking it would be the perfect time. But as the day arrives, she discovers Jill despises the “holiday.” Having her initial plan shot down, Rebecca is now unsure of confessing her adoration.

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Rebecca Chambers sat alone in the S.T.A.R.S. office and stared inside the open drawer of her desk. Inside was a simple blue gift bag with white tissue paper poking out at the top. The diligent rookie was always the first to arrive to the office ever since she was hired just a couple months ago and she never missed a beat. Especially not today.

Today was Valentine’s Day.

The rookie made sure to arrive early so she could hide the blue gift bag in her desk before anyone could see as to not ruin the surprise. She was also afraid she would be teased for it as it might come across as juvenile. Despite Rebecca’s impressive background and past achievements for someone at her age, it wasn’t quite easy adjusting to her new career as a S.T.A.R.S. officer. All her teammates were undoubtedly professional young men. But they were just that. Men.

Every day in the office was a constant swirl of testosterone with the occasional dick joke thrown around. It was certainly not all too bothersome to the young rookie, but she certainly wished for some of that tough-guy atmosphere to be softened. And there was only one other person who could cut that tension in the room.

Jill Valentine.

If there truly was an award for the toughest S.T.A.R.S. officer, Jill would sweep the competition. Not only could she keep up with every teammate that was nearly twice her size, there was a sweet and charming side to her that everyone adored. And Rebecca undeniably adored Jill and maybe even more.

Ever since Rebecca was hired, Jill had been by her side nearly every step of the way. Guiding her like an older sister. Protecting her on the field. Teaching her funny jabs to say back at her teammates when they pulled her leg.

Rebecca’s lips curved into a smile and her heart anticipated with thrill as she quietly closed the drawer of her desk. She would finally express her admiration and appreciation for Jill on this day. She straightened her posture in her seat and organized her desktop as she thought about how she would present the gift.

Maybe I’ll take her aside after morning briefing, she thought to herself. But what if she gets a big assignment? Maybe after that. Or at lunch! So she’ll have something sweet after her meal. But what if she leaves the precinct for lunch? And I won’t be able to see her?

Rebecca grew frustrated at all the intrusive thoughts invading her brain. It was Valentine’s Day; Jill’s day. She wanted it to be perfect. But she shook off those thoughts and ultimately decided to just give her the gift as soon as she walked through the office door. Not caring if the others would poke fun about it. It was a now or never moment.

But the rookie’s worrying brain stirred up again.

What should I say when I see her? It has to be more than just a ‘thank you.’ She needs to know how much I really like her…I want her to know.

The office door suddenly swung open. The rookie tensed as her cheeks blushed in nervous suspense. But her emotions settled slightly when she saw her teammates Chris Redfield and Joseph Frost walk in. They greeted her like it was any other day.

“Hey, Rebecca,” said Chris.

“Mornin’, rookie,” said Joseph.

“Good morning,” Rebecca replied with hidden disappointment.

Jill and Chris usually arrived together since they were partners so it was unusual to see Joseph instead of her.

The door to the office opened.

The pitter-patter of Rebecca’s heart started up again. It had to be Jill.

Richard Aiken stepped in with his typical youthful smile and morning welcome.

Rebecca’s shoulders dropped, but then…

Barry Burton’s naturally heavy steps came through the doorway.

She sighed, until…

Captain Wesker silently slipped in and went straight for this office.

The rookie slumped back in her chair. She didn’t know how much more her heart could take.

The door opened once again…and walked in Forest Speyer.

Where the hell is she?! Rebecca thought as she rubbed her face and became more and more discouraged.

Finally, the door opened once again and at last Jill Valentine entered the room. But the rookie was caught off guard as she sat frozen and watched her teammates simultaneously turn their attention toward Jill.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” they all cheered in a mocking manner.

Jill heavily set down her bag on her desk in annoyance. “Oh, ha ha!” she laughed sarcastically and plopped herself down on her chair with a disgusted grunt. “You know how much I hate this stupid day.”

Time froze for Rebecca. She stopped breathing. A thorny lump lodged in her throat. All the blood in her body drained. She was in a momentary state of shock.

Jill hated Valentine’s Day.

Rebecca’s plan was ruined. Her eyes grew disheartened as they wandered to her desk drawer. Presenting the gift to Jill now would be worse than her teammates humiliating her about it. What was she to do now?

“Morning, Rebecca,” Jill greeted.

She finally snapped out of her daze. “Morning!” she said with a slightly cracked voice. The situation needed to be turned around to salvage Rebecca’s plan. She swallowed that nervous lump in her throat and said, “I think Valentine’s Day can be fun. Getting gifts from someone is always a win in my book.”

Jill scoffed and rolled her eyes. “It’s not a real holiday. It’s a scam to get you to buy cheap candy.”

Ouch. Rebecca’s heart broke in half.

“Plus, these bastards tease me about it every single goddamn year.”

All the guys in the room chuckled.

Rebecca’s eyes lowered in dismay. “I guess you’re right,” she pretended to agree. “It is kind of stupid, isn’t it?”

Stupid, stupid, stupid, Rebecca thought to herself throughout the entire day. After hearing cheap Valentine jokes directed at Jill all over the precinct, Rebecca should have known how much she would despise this day. It was tiresome and very annoying even for Rebecca. Jill had to endure this every year.

The shift had come to an end but Valentine’s Day had not. Rebecca sat alone in the women’s locker room with the blue gift bag resting on her lap. She sighed still thinking whether or not she should give it to Jill or just eat the sweets herself.

She’s right, Rebecca thought sullenly. It is a stupid day.

She started to pull out the white tissue from the top.

“Someone has a secret admirer?” a familiar voice flirtatiously teased from behind.

Rebecca clutched the bag close to her chest and turn to find Jill hovering behind her. Intrigued, Jill grinned and eyed at the bag.

“Jill!” Rebecca gasped in surprise. The bag crinkled in her nervous grasp.

“Who’s it from?” Jill asked curiously.

Rebecca quickly stuffed the tissue paper back inside the bag and hastily readied herself to leave. “It’s from nobody. It’s nothing.”

“Oh, c’mon,” Jill pressed. “I promise I won’t tell.”

“I thought you didn’t like Valentine’s Day?” Rebecca asked, feeling a little resentment building.

“Sure, but I’m not gonna ruin someone else’s day just because it’s not for me.”

Rebecca shut her eyes tight but loosened her grip on the blue gift bag.

Now or never.

Gathering up all her courage, a deep exhale left Rebecca’s lungs as she looked Jill right in the eyes. “It’s actually for you.”

Jill chuckled in a bit of disbelief, unsure if Rebecca was joking. “What? Really?”

Rebecca nodded and slightly turned her blushing face away. “From me to you. As a thank-you for everything since I started working here. I thought it would be kinda cute to give you a little something today since it shares the same name as yours. If I had known you didn’t like Valentine’s Day, I would have chosen any other day of the year to show your my utmost appreciation.” The rookie was starting to ramble at this point and caught herself before she spiraled down into a hole. She lifted the now crinkled bag toward Jill. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Jill looked pleasantly shocked as she stared at the blue gift bag with a happy grin forming on her face. Her hands slowly reached for the bag and held it delicately with her fingertips.

“Rebecca,” she said softly. “Is this really for me?”

Rebecca nodded again and smiled timidly. “I would have given it to you earlier, but I didn’t want to upset you. It’s nothing special really. Just a-”

Jill immediately stepped forward, placed a hand on Rebecca’s cheek and planted a tender kiss on her lips.

Rebecca froze again, but this moment warmed her. All the gloom she had been carrying throughout the day melted away as soon as she felt Jill’s soft lips connect with hers. A shaky hot breath escaped her nose as she finally relaxed her eyes and kissed her back. Soothing and satisfying. It was sweeter than all the sweets combined on Valentine’s Day.

Jill gently broke away from their caress, but Rebecca secretly never wanted it to end.

“Oh, Rebecca,” Jill sighed wistfully. “I’m not upset. Thank you so much for this. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

Still a bit stunned from their kiss, Rebecca watched Jill open up the gift bag. Jill’s eyes lit up as she pulled out a heart-shaped cookie with the words “Happy Jill Valentine’s Day” written in blue frosting. An endearing giggle left her lips as she smiled down at the treat.

“Honestly, I don’t really hate Valentine’s Day,” Jill began. “It’s just the first thing that comes to everyone’s mind on this day is to tease me about it.”

She broke the heart-shaped cookie in half. Some of its crumbs fell to the floor.

“But no one has ever thought to gift me anything.”

She held up the other half to Rebecca.

“I know it’s a silly thing to be upset about, but it would be nice to have someone be genuine toward me. And you were the first one to ever do that. Let’s share this together.”

Rebecca’s eyes softened as she accepted the other half of the cookie from Jill. They both took a bite with warm smiles on their faces.

But those smiles began to twist and they chewed more slowly in an attempt to hide a more sour appearance. Something just didn’t taste right and neither wanted to speak up about it to not ruin the moment.

“Um…” Rebecca mumbled with a mouth full of cookie. She finally forced herself to swallow it down. “Maybe I should have wrapped it so wouldn’t get stale.”

Jill instantly covered her mouth and held back a laugh and was careful not to choke as she forced down the dry cookie.

Finally, a burst of laugher erupted from both of them.

Side by side, Rebecca and Jill walked out the front doors of the precinct together. Rebecca felt a little awkward as they walked toward the gate perimeter. She was delighted to finally express her feelings to Jill and delighted that Jill was very accepting. But what now? Rebecca never really found herself in a situation like this and wasn’t sure how to continue from here.

“You know,” Jill said, breaking the silence. Then, she suddenly hooked her arm onto Rebecca’s and squeezed her hand. “I’m still a little hungry.”

Rebecca blushed at Jill’s open affection with her. She looked at Jill’s heartwarming smile and just knew there would be something more between them. Rebecca squeezed her hand gently. “Oh, yeah?” she replied enthusiastically. “What do you feel like?”

“How about I treat you to some pizza? Since you treated us to dessert early.”

Rebecca giggled. “I can’t say ‘no’ to that.”

“Then it’s settled,” Jill said and nodded. “I’m taking you out on a date.”

Arm in arm, hand in hand, Rebecca and Jill felt the warm glow of the late afternoon sun as they headed downtown for their first date and to many more in the future.

#resident evil #resident evil fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3fic #jill valentine #rebecca chambers #chambertine #rebecca chambers x jill valentine #ao3 writer #writers #valentines day #fluff #sapphic #comforting

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fluffydavey · 1 year ago

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this is a little late, but hopefully it’s still worth it! for @slingshotsandrosarybeads who wanted some fluffy crutchie, davey and jack!! with some added albert because we love our angry king!!

He doesn’t take much in from the conversation, only that Crutchie hasn’t made it to the penthouse yet, and after a very hot summer’s day with a slow headline that even Jack struggled to sell, Davey can’t remember the last time he saw Jack look so tired. He watches as Jack almost collapses onto his bed, with his back leaning against the wall, and he follows lead, hoping to take a rest before he makes his way back home to his family.

“I’ll sit here with you for a few minutes and then I’ll go home and nap,” he says aloud as he sits down, the thought of walking back home as his feet still ache is something he’s not prepared for yet, and turns to see that Jack’s eyes are already closed, and his head falls onto Davey’s shoulder. He knows that he should move, but he can feel his own tiredness kick in. He needs to go home, and go back to his and Les’ bed and actually get some sleep.

But he doesn’t want to go anywhere. He likes the feeling of having Jack’s body pressed up against his own, and even the fact that Davey is consciously aware of this should put a halt to any thoughts along those lines, but it doesn’t. It’s an internal battle he’s been fighting for quite some time now, but he’s never been able to sort through what it all means, exactly. And honestly? He’s too tired to care.

Shifting very carefully on the makeshit bed, Davey turns his body more towards Jack. He relaxes entirely and his eyes drift shut. Jack grunts and shifts slightly, and that little gesture pushes them even closer, making Davey’s chest feel full.

He falls asleep within minutes.

Cructhie’s finally ready to call it a night, careful not to make too much noise because he’s seen just how tired Jack looked on his way back to the lodgings earlier that evening. Albert’s behind him, not as careful to keep his voice low, as he’s complaining about Race cheating in a card game, when Crutchie stops him mid sentence.

He sees a sleeping Jack and Davey, huddled closely together on Jack’s bed. There’s so much space on the bed, but the two are practically sleeping on top of the other. Davey’s got an arm around Jack, and Jack’s head is on Davey’s chest. He feels like he’s walked in on something so initimate, and it’s enough to even make Albert stop talking for once.

“So, what do you think?” he asks, standing still at the doorway.

“About what?”

There is silence, and then Crutchie glares at Albert before his eyes move towards the other two. “The two of them, dumbass.”

“What do you mean?” Albert says.

“Well, it’s just…has Jack ever fallen asleep on you before?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Albert says, after a pause. “What about you?”

“No, he always keeps to himself. Gets nightmares sometimes,” he admits. It’s an unspoken thing in the lodgings, but everyone knows that Jack likes to keeps to himself each night, with Crutchie being the only exception. Until now, of course.

“I’m still not sure I see your point, though.”

“I’m just saying…do you think there’s something going on there?”

“Between the two of them?” Albert asks, voice rising ever so slightly. Davey stirs slightly, and Crutchie’s sure that they’ve woken the boys up and they’ll be caught staring at the two sleeping. Although, Crutchie could easily hazard a guess that Davey’s reaction to that would be priceless. Instead though, a soft snore falls from Davey’s mouth and they watch as he presses even closer to Jack. “I don’t know, I mean, Jack’s been strangely protective of him since he started selling with us. Do you think they’d tell us if they were together?”

“I don’t know,” Crutchie says, eventually. He knows how dangerous it could be if they did get together, but he knows Jack weel enough for him to know that he could be trusted with their secret. “I suppose, either way, it doesn’t matter, though, does it? It’s not really any of our business whether Jack and Davey are just friends, or they’re more than that. As long as they’re happy.”

“Gross,” Albert groans, and Crutchie stiffles a laugh. “Although I cannot wait to tell the others about this. Race is gonna be pissed that he had to walk Les home just so they could snuggle.”

“Look, maybe don’t go running your mouth off like you usually do just yet,” he says, watching Albert carefully. “Jack’s been through a lot, let him have this.”

“You’re no fun,” Albert frowns, but Crutchie knows him well enough to know that Albert’s actually listened to him. He starts to make his way out of the room, but pops his head around the corner. “Hey Crutchie, don’t come crawling to me when he’s too busy with his loverboy to hang out with you.”

It’s extremely satisfying for Crutchie to hit Albert directly in the face with his slingshot, trying not to laugh too loud when the other boy curses to himself as he makes his way downstairs to his own bed. He takes a final look at the other boys who are in a deep sleep by this point.

He’s had his suspicions at points, but Jack who normally has no issues telling Crutchie about his conquests to find true love has remained extremely tight lipped about whatever it is that’s going on with Davey. Crutchie’s pretty sure that whatever is going on between them is different than anything else Jack’s experienced, and if the way Davey looks at Jack when he thinks no one is looking is something to go by, he thinks the same goes for Davey too.

When he wakes the next morning, he finds Jack alone in his bed, which he isn’t sure if he finds the fact surprising or not. “You sleep alright buddy?”

Jack smiles to himself, with a fond look in his eyes as he looks down at his hands. “Best I’ve slept in ages.”

“Well then, up and at ‘em! These papes won’t sell themselves,” he says, using his crutch to help him get up from his bed. “I swear you’re getting slow in your old age.”

“Hey! You’re not that much younger than me!” Jack says, pulling the blanket off of him, showing he slept in the same clothes that he wore the day before. They’re in a rush, so they make their way to Newsie square grabbing a quick bite to eat on their way. He thinks nothing off it, until Davey and Les make their way to get in line to collect their papes.

“Same shirt as yesterday?” Albert asks, and Crutchie knows he’s doing his best not to blab about what he’d seen the night before, when his eyes quickly dart to Jack. Davey tries to shrug the question off, but everyone can see how flustered Albert’s question leaves him.

“Wait, Jack’s wearing the same clothes too!” Les points out, and he can see Davey failing miserably to keep his brother quiet, again. They collect their papers, not without a comment or two thrown their way. Davey looks like he’s about to self-combust, while Jack surprisingly takes it all in his stride. He thinks it’s going to be a pretty interesting day.

#davey jacobs #jack kelly #crutchie morris #albert dasilva #my writing #my brain was truly empty yesterday i hope this is okay!!!#javey

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peppermintchaos · 9 months ago

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mg breakup comic script but apparently at some point i turned it into a fic ( i do not remember writing this)

Their eyes weren't supposed to look like that.

She realized that before she noticed the cuts marring their skin, before she noticed Mochi’s white-knuckled grip on their mace or the way Beta twisted the bracelets on its wrists anxiously. The air was heavy and thick. The rooftop of this office building was reduced to rubble. Ash loosened and re-adjusted their gauntlets repeatedly. Peppermint stared just past her, unnaturally still. The artificial blue eyes of their transformation looked completely hollow, devoid of that spark of determination that had shone in them as long as she had known them.

“You guys don't need me, do you?” They said suddenly. Usually, Takeover thought, that statement should be full of their usual malice, biting with anger, but now- they just sounded tired. Blood started to run down their leg from a particularly nasty cut. Beta stared harder at it’s bracelets, clearly trying to kick in the auto-healing magic that had been acting up more and more lately on both PRNCSS and Starshine.

“What-?” Ash started, until the tip of Peppermint’s rifle was pointed straight at their face, effectively shutting them up as the archer jumped back, confused. “Leaving me as bait?” Those deadened eyes looked straight at Takeover, making her deeply uncomfortable. She didn't like this feeling. “I thought we were- I thought you-” They lowered their rifle slowly, laughing emptily. “I’m worth nothing to you. Maybe you’re right. There's nothing worth saving behind that stupid-”

“Peppermint.”

“Apathetic-”

“Peppermint.”

“Fake smile of yours-”

“Peppermint, we’re exactly the same. You’re lying about who you are too.”

They stood there, blankly. Empty. The empty shell of someone else, eyes dead, like a haunted porcelain doll.

It was a sight Takeover knew well.

Suddenly, Peppermint stood on the farthest ledge of the destroyed building. “I’m done.”

Beta reached out a hand, fear glinting in its mechanical eyes.

“I quit being a magical girl.”

And with a bright blue flash, they were gone. It was almost violent in its abruptness.

Takeover wondered if those uncanny dead eyes were what everyone saw when they looked at her- if this is what they had felt when they declared that they were going to save her. Something surged through her, painful. A sudden, unfamiliar barrage of wanting.

She wanted her friend back. She didn't want to be alone again. She wanted to keep being a magical girl. She wanted to be saved. She didn't want to be trapped anymore. She didn't want to keep being afraid of her “self,” that so-called real one. Afraid that she would figure herself out and only be a disappointment. She didn't want to see that dead look in her own eyes ever again. It made her sick. Feeling anything at all made her sick. Regret, shame, sadness, all of it.

She laughed.

It was brief, nothing but two sharp exhales combined with a gentle sound that lasted all of a second. It was nothing like the polite, charming laugh that her classmates saw, that the audiences on those talk shows saw.

Peppermint looked at her, shocked, then amused.

“Didn't know you knew how to do that one.”

Takeover’s face returned to her usual neutral expression.

“...Me neither.”

The corners of her lips turned up slightly, almost imperceptible.

“Did we really just lose a member?” Mochi said, quietly.

Beta shook its head. “Maybe for now, but… everyone here was chosen for a reason.”

Ash patted the android between it’s ears. “I just love it when you say those weirdly cryptic things.” Beta smiled at them innocently.

Takeover turned to the group. “They’ll be able to take care of themself.” She was sure of that much. “It’s the rest of us that we’ll have to worry about. Our strategies will have to change.”

Something stirred in her chest. She was… upset. Didn't that feel like the right word? God, that bastard must have been right. About a lot of things.

Mochi’s face moved into the center of her vision. “Are you ok? You look really, um, angry.”

Takeover felt her face contort against her will. “I am,” she said. “How stupid is that?”

“What... are you upset about?”

“They won that stupid bet. I’m real after all.”

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leothil · 5 months ago

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The willing turning of a blind eye I have seen the most consistently is amongst buddie fans who have been here for a while though. That violently homophobic post that went around immediately following the finale was reblogged by quite a few people who have been in this fandom for years, who either completely ignored people calling it out or defended the OP/themselves because “it was just a joke.” And then they and plenty others proceeded to continue reblogging posts from that OP despite their unapologetic homophobia. That post is not even the only instance of homophobia I can think of perpetrated by longtime buddie fans and ignored or even supported by their friends. That is where the blind eye is being turned.

You seem very keen on putting the blame on just one side of the fandom. Listen, I've never claimed nor will you ever see me claim that there aren't #problematic people among the buddie shippers or that I don't wish that a certain subset of people would leave the fandom forever because god knows we'd be better off without them. But that specific post you're referencing got blown so wide out of proportion that I honestly can't believe what a shitshow it stirred. And I wrote enough that I'm putting a read more here so people can easily scroll past if they want to.

Yeah yeah people were tired and sensitive and up in arms after a season finale that didn't deliver quite as much as anyone hoped (that bobby/athena/amir storyline... i'm still dreaming of a better resolution to it, rip). But I'll be honest with you, I did not read that post as homophobic. I read it as a hyperbolic post on the hyperbolic website, and I know that's how a lot of other people also saw it. Now what started happening in the tags after a while is a different story, people were being vile as fuck there, and I kinda wish op hadn't posted it just so those comments wouldn't have found a breeding ground. And you're allowed to not like the post or think it was in bad taste (I did, hence why I didn't reblog it). But so much of the shitstorm was completely overblown, and as someone who waded into it a couple of hours late and was newly woken up I was in a constant state of ??? seeing accusations flying all over the place and having no idea what had happened. By the time I saw the post my reaction was more akin to "that's what they're upset about?" because I didn't have the same context of having been within the Discourse as it was happening, nor was I as keyed up as a lot of the people that had been getting increasingly more upset over the course of hours. And I'm not gonna try to say people were wrong to be upset about it because I'm not going to police anyone's feelings, but I can tell you that seeing it all from the outside (coming in hours later) there were at least three strands of discourse that were being tangled into one big ball of hurt feelings centering on this one post, and I stand by my wish that more people had watched the episode right after waking up instead of in the evening and then staying up late at night.

You're allowed to dislike the post and dislike its op for phrasing their dislike of the scene the way they did all you want, but the context that post was made in was not about hating a character for being gay or advocating for violence against gay men and it's disingenuous to say otherwise. *I* don't think it was a post that particularly needed to exist, especially not seeing what happened because of it, but it's since been used the same way people were saying that if you don't ship bucktommy you're biphobic (yes, that's a real take from this very webbed site) and like you're doing here, saying people are inherently bad for interacting with the blog that posted that post. A lot of people have no idea who they are or why other people are expecting them to stay away. They were not part of the Discourse and only saw the aftermath of it, but now it's become some Big Bad that people are assuming Everyone Knows About, and that is simply not true. You have got to be able to see some nuance even when it's about a person you dislike.

#ask frida #anon

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swordduels · 1 year ago

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As the dove came back there was a blazing sun and no winds. It was quite a contrast to the other time when Sigfrid had been standing in a winter landscape. Eskild soaked in sea water beside Blue Maiden. Alfhild was repairing her clothes. The song writer Bellman tried to fish. Sigfrid had been struck with fever after overheating and laid down to rest below deck. The sound of footsteps stirred him awake as Alfhild came down with a letter. “Knock knock captain.” “Morning. Is there any wind yet?” “Nah. But you got a letter from your friend.” “Oh. Already?” While speaking he sat up. “Yup. Do you want me to read it?” “I want to read it myself.” She shrugged and gave him the letter. “Make sure you get some water and rest or that fever won't go down. You hear me?” Alfhild narrowed her eyes and pointed at him. “It’s enough that you broke your arm.” She turned to leave but stopped. “You should know I only follow you because I prefer dreamers with potential. As soon as you are healed I’m gonna whip you into shape so we can kick some butts.” Sigfrid snorted and held on to the letter. “Roger that.” He watched her leave before reading the message.

The smile Sigfrid was carrying grew at the encouragement to become stronger and how far he had come so far. They were going so far as to say he was becoming a great captain. At times he didn't feel like a captain when Alfhild bossed everyone around. However, he called the shots when it came to directions based on maps and star constellations. Sigfrid was also the one picking out crew members. It warmed him that they were worried and warned him of the dangers even though it was a bit too late. The letter should have been a hint of how things had escalated. Still he appreciated the gesture as it sounded like genuine concern for his well being. Most of the letter’s message had a light hearted tone so far. Though he could tell that things in Wano were crumbling.

There was a loud snort. Yes. He was guilty of falling in love with everything new. Fawning over pretty girls was one of his many flaws and he would be crushing hard for some time before it calmed down. While reading he noticed the ink spots which made him imagine them laughing loudly while writing that part.

Of course he would have them as a crew member, there was no questioning it. It had been his plan from the beginning after all. As soon as he was strong enough he would return to show them everything worth seeing, be it fauna, culture or history. It must be painful for them to be stuck while he was exploring a new life. At the same time it sounded like the stories were uplifting which was a positive in the bleak environment Yamato described. The longing for something else was constant throughout the letter which made him feel a bit guilty despite it not being his choice to leave. As much as he wanted to take them away at once it wasn't right to risk them exploding. He sighed and laid down. The grin returned as he saw the paw print.

The letters that followed were written on different papers with all kinds of aliases. Each letter arrived in irregular patterns. Sometimes they were long and had detailed descriptions of scenarios that sounded fantastical. Sword fights with sand squids, underwater cities, buildings made of animal skeletons and flying machines. Other times they were much shorter but still had a lot of updates on what was going on.

On the trip they met a princess who sent out her band of pirates to plunder. There was a village where kids dressed as witches once a year to avoid being hunted by witches and monsters. Sigfrid had a month where he learned how to fence in a cave filled with bats without disturbing them before he was forced to slice falling water and make sure it didn’t fall into a volcano. Another part of his training was to use his sword to guide clouds while being attacked by an air shark. Eskild was kidnapped once by a zoo keeper who kept animals in tiny cages. Alfhild was revealed to be a princess married to a prince and at one point she invited them to meet her best friend who was a snow monster. The pirate crew gained two more members with pirate backgrounds, Ingela Hammer and Lassie Streetwalker. Ingela had the power to turn her arm into a hammer while Lassie was a master of disguises and could magically alter fabric. He kept asking about their well-being in ways that wouldn’t reveal Yamato’s identity. When writing he worked on phases that wouldn’t directly reveal what he was actually answering. At times there were drawings to illustrate strange animals or cultural sites that looked different from anything in Wano.

After a while there was a gap of five months passing without a letter being sent. Then one night Sigfrid stepped onto the sandy beach in Wano together with Eskild, Alfhild, Bellman, Ingela and Lassie. Together they partly dragged a busted ship before tying it to a tree. The ship itself was sapphire blue with a wooden woman at the front. “Alright Sigfrid, what’s next?” Asked Ingela while dusting off her hands. “I’m gonna find an old friend and then we’ll see.” “Fantastic, I’m impressed by your strategic skills.” Remarked Alfhild and crossed her arms. “That’s the way I roll.” Sigfrid said gleefully and began walking.

“I’m getting married.” Sigfrid’s voice was so frail and quiet. There was no life in his facial expression. It was as if someone had sucked out all the joy in his eyes. He slumped down against a tree and leaned his head back. His breath smelled of alcohol. Clothes were wrinkled and several buttons were lost. The mahogany colored hair that usually reached his shoulders was an unkept bird nest. He slowly tilted his head to look at them while swallowing. “My mother and father found a husband for me.” His voice kept trembling. “I’ll be married in a month. There will be a cake. I’ll be wearing a dress. They made a guest list. Then. Then I’ll be shipped off.” Sigfrid blinked furiously before he grabbed his hair hard with both hands.There came a pained growling sound from his throat. “They have planned everything for me.”

#fallesto #One Piece verse

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t31etubby · 3 years ago

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PLEASE MORE BAKUSQUAD X CLASSMATE READER I LOVED IT SO SO SK MUCH

sure thing!

soft yandere bakusquad x fem! classmate! reader

this is a continuation of part one, !!

summary: ever since the bakusquad took a liking to you, you've become an important member of their friendgroup. unfortunately they're not too fond of how much attention your sweet little self is attracting from other students, nor the possible dangers this school might expose you to.

warning: mentions of animal death(not at the hands of any character) , manipulation, general toxic yandere behaviour. y/n cries.

i wrote this at 2 am so there might be a few mistakes

the class dynamic in 1a had been weird lately, to say the least.

the question surrounding how much you actually wanted to be a part of your current friend group had created quite the conflict.

any time another member of the class would interact with you, you'd be pulled to the side for a very urgent matter, which required your attention immediately.

like the time momo had asked if you wanted to study with her after school, and bakugou immediately showed up at your side, sending her the coldest eyes he could muster up and gently pulled you closer to him.

"actually y/n said she would watch me train today. you know how she is, breaking a promise is the last thing she'd ever do."

you had no recollection of ever making a promise like that, and yet you just nodded your head softly. in case you actually had made plans with him, you didn't want to seem like a bad friend by forgetting.

this earned a smirk from bakugou at your oblivious compliance.

that is, until you reassured momo that you were free tomorrow and the two of you could study in your room.

another example is that time in the cafeteria when the members of the bakusquad were all sitting at their usual table waiting for you.

they'd encouraged you to stop masking your presence when outside of combat, not realising people would obviously start to question why the prettiest girl they'd ever seen was suddenly walking around school.

that day you were headed towards your table, lunch tray in hand, when monoma jumped in front of you, nearly causing you to fall backwards from the shock, if it hadn't been for shinso catching you.

"easy there sweetheart." the blonde laughs, pushing his golden locks back. "you look familiar, but i don't think i've seen you around campus before... are you a transfer student, or just the girl of my dreams?"

you stood there dumbfounded, trapped between the two male students blocking your path.

“excuse me-”

shinso took the tray out of your hands and softly nudged you towards an empty table, preventing you from any sort of protest.

catching sight of this, kirishima notified his friends of the current situation, pointing over towards you and the two other students.

“ugh sorry about him…” shinso sighs apologetically. “we’re just curious about you. are… you a new a student?”

you sigh in defeat.

“i’m not. my name is y/n l/n and i’ve been in class 1-a since the school year started. we already met at the entrance exam.”

monoma studies your features with a blank stare until he suddenly gasps, smashing his hands on the table and standing up with intense force.

“you’re that girl from the entrance exam! i looked for you all over the first couple of weeks!” he exclaims, attracting the attention of a few students around you. “shinso this is who i told you about! the girl that single handedly took out three robots! everyone just thought they malfunctioned and self destructed since no one saw you do it, except me of course!”

the people listening in on the conversation gasp in shock. the mystery of three self destructing robots had caused quite the stir up in the beginning of the school year. meanwhile everyone had called monoma mad for saying he saw the person responsible for taking them out.

“i’m not crazy! no one believed me but now you’re here!” he brawls, reaching out to pull you into a hug, until a hand firmly grips his shoulder.

“beat it monoma. cant you see she’s dying to get away from you.” denki mutters coldly, his eyes filled with plain hatred.

shinso stands in front of you, taking notice of the obvious tension thats just begging to unfold.

“oh yeah, and who are you to talk?” the blonde says, harshly shoving the hand off his shoulder and turning around to face his schoolmate.

“i happen to be her boyfr- best friend…” denki mutters, standing his ground. “come on y/n, the others are waiting for you.”

he reaches his hand out for you to grab it. shinso looks at its skeptically, still standing in front of you protectively, until you gently pay his shoulder, letting him know it’s alright.

“see you around.” you smile innocently, giving the two a wave before taking denkis hand.

as the boy drags you away, the two friends stand there pondering about the situation.

“i don’t know about you, but somethings off about that group.” shinso states, eyes never leaving your petite form as you sit down with your “friends”

“oh y/n i’m so sorry we weren’t there! did they say anything to upset you? i swear if that monoma guy laid a single finger on you i’ll-“ you grab minas hands softly, giving it a little squeeze before smiling kindly.

“it’s okay, they just wanted to know who i was since i looked familiar to them.” you say, going to grab a bite of your pasta salad.

“well yeah, you go to school together.” bakugou huffs, kicking his chair out so he’s sitting more leaned back.

“well i did conceal my presence up until a week ago, so it’s normal for people to start asking questions.” you say, looking up at the angry blonde with those innocent doe eyes of yours. cheeks slightly puffed as you chew your food.

bakugou coyly looks away, putting a hand on his face to cover the heat rising to his cheeks at your cute appearance.

“i just don’t like the thought of people coming up to bother you all the time. that’s it.” he states, looking away angrily.

you just laugh at his stubborn behavior and continue eating your food, occasionally accepting a bite of the others lunch.

“why do you have to be so sweet and perfect? it’d be way easier if you just acted cold towards everyone that’s not us.” kirishima pouts, grabbing a napkin to wipe your face of any crumbs.

“it’s no bother. i don’t mind answering peoples questions.”

“well i do..”

since the weekend had finally come around, aizawa had given everyone permission to sleep wherever they wanted as a special treat for doing well on this weeks tests.

of course bakugou had given you no other option than to sleep in his room, and obviously the rest of the group had insisted on joining despite bakugou fighting for his life to deny them access.

but when sero told you he’d feel left out if he couldn’t join sweet little you just had to mention to bakugou that it’d be fun, and you really needed a sleepover with all your best friends.

mina helped you pick out some cute pajamas, and upon entering your blonde neighbors room the boys of the group looked at you with such fondness in their eyes.

“you look so cute oh my god…” kirishima practically burst, wanting to pick you up and stuff you in his pocket.

sero just pulled you onto his lap, insisting him and denki braid your hair.

“what movie should we watch?” mina asks, returning from the kitchen with two bowls of freshly made popcorn.

bakugou turned to look at you with a smirk. “how about a horror movie? pet massacre 2 just came out.”

“ugh is that the one lame movie about that guy getting off on killing peoples pets? it’s just plain bad.” mina complains, grabbing a handful of popcorn.

“hey, my room, my pick.” the blonde responds, reaching for the remote.

“you don’t mind, right y/n? it’s been on my watch list for a really long time.”

the others share a look of understanding, finally catching onto just what’s going on here. they all turn to you with expectant looks.

“uhm.. i don’t mind.” you smile, knowing very well that this could end really bad for you. but who knows, maybe the movies so lame that you won’t mind.

only 20 minutes in and you’re already shaking. so far two puppies, a turtle, and a group of ducks have been brutally murdered.

the special effects are horrible and none of the deaths are actually realistic, but the thought alone is enough to make you upset.

bakugous only thought process is that you’re practically clinging onto him already. he knows for sure that the next jump scare will have you flying into his arms.

but to his surprise, as he looks down to see your reaction, he’s shocked to see your wet eyes and rosy cheeks. the way you bite your lip to hold yourself back is heartbreaking.

he doesn’t even hesitate to turn off the movie.

“hey it was just getting interesting!” sero complains, meanwhile mina mumbles something about almost falling asleep at how lame it was.

at both yours and bakugous silence, the group looks to you with curiosity.

he’s holding you in his big arms, rubbing comforting circles on your back as you sniffle softly into his broad chest.

“hey what… what happened..?” denki asks, him and kirishima coming closer to get a good luck at you, meanwhile mina and sero start scanning you for any injuries.

“i’m sorry it’s so dumb i just… i know it’s just a stupid movie but i- whenever animals are involved it just-“ you gasp for air softly in between your sentences. placing your forehead on bakugous shoulder as he hugs you smugly. with you finding a great deal of comfort in his broad build.

“oh y/n it’s not dumb..” kirishima whispers, coming around to the other side of bakugou to meet your eyes. feeling his heart break a little at your helplessly sad expression. “you should just tell us when something upsets you.”

“but.. you- all wanted to watch the movie.” you sniffle, ashamed at how vulnerable and pathetic you must look right now.

“y/n this might be the worst movie i’ve ever seen. you’re a saviour for putting an end to this torture.” mina encourages, handing you a glass of water as you lift your head from bakugous shoulder.

speaking of bakugou. although his expression is stern on the outside, internally he is over the moon at the close contact he’s getting right now. you’ve never been this vulnerable with him before, and it warms something inside of him.

unfortunately you get up from your position, removing his arms from around you despite the much needed comfort they provided.

“thanks.. i’m gonna go the bathroom real quick so um… you can keep watching if you want.” you say, walking out the door without a second word.

the group sits still for a while before kirishima breaks the silence.

“did you do that on purpose?” he asks, the question directed at bakugou.

“well- not exactly. i was hoping it would scare her, not… make her cry.” he sighs, putting his face in his palms.

“it’s not your fault. now we just know how sensitive she really is. maybe we can learn something from this!” mina states, patting bakugous back softly.

“poor y/n.. you can tell she felt bad about crying in front of us.” sero sighs, looking at the door with a longing expression.

“it’s probably because of her damn parents. i’ve noticed it before but she never wants us to worry about her.” kirishima states, recalling the few details you’ve given about your childhood.

“she’s so.. fragile. someone like her shouldn’t ever be exposed to the world the way a hero is. she’ll get torn apart.” bakugou commented, suddenly feeling a wave of protectiveness wash over him.

they sit in silence for a while, all thinking the same thing and pondering about just how serious this is about to get.

“you gotta admit…” denki speaks up, breaking the silence.

“her crying face is really cute.”

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