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From the subconscious that brought you the Quiet AU, it's time for Inny's Brain Comes Up With Another 100k fic she's never going to write while she's dreaming.
Okay so it's the Post Apocalypse. The apocalypse happened a few years ago, there was a horrible plague that makes you bleed from your eyes and maybe some other things, a lot of humanity was wiped out, chaos, destruction, blabla.
We start with Our Heroes travelling on foot. Luke is telling them this area seems familiar, and Alex and Reggie realise they're near where Bobby's family had a cabin. They decide to veer off because Alex remembers where Bobby hid the emergency key. Not that they haven't done their fare share of breaking and entering, but it would be nice to, you know, not have to.
Also maybe they want to see if Bobby is there. Because even though they split with a lot of bad blood between them over some stolen songs, the apocalypse makes you miss old friends.
Julie and Willie are like: um excuse me that is not a cabin that is a Log Mansion. It's three fucking stories. (It also had the exact layout as my grandmother's old house, because this is my brain, which is funny because my grandmother's house was very much not a log cabin).
And then SHOCK AND GASP Bobby comes out. He has the Trevor Wilson Beard and Man Bun and is just... staring like he's seen three ghosts... and two random people he doesn't know, I guess.
There is a big sappy reunion and a big talk and apology and blabla of course they can stay. There's more cabins around the place and they've made themselves a little farming community. They trade with the other little the towns in the area, but they haven't heard much from the bigger city in the while.
"Um yeah, maybe... maybe don't go to the city," Luke says. Reggie is very pale. Willie mutters about how there was plenty of stuff that could still be looted (as long as you don't mind all the dead bodies is left unsaid).
They settle in at Bobby's house and become part of the community, finding jobs. Willie does indeed go with some of the more brave individuals to the city to search for supplies. The whole community has like one working truck because gas is hard to find these days.
Some traveling trader comes by and he's basically on a giant sled on wheels pulled by huskies and predictably Reggie loses his mind and gets to play with the doggies.
There comes a night when Reggie can't sleep, so he's the only one awake to hear the car. Two cars. A group of four with two cars is bound to mean trouble, so he wakes everyone up because there's a high chance there's raiders.
The people are breaking in and Reggie goes downstairs to greet/distract them, playing the clueless guy, welcoming them and being like 'oh hey are you lost do you need help? We're looking for a bartender if you need a job' and basically being in the way and these four people are just so confused because they broke into his house and he's so cheerful about it.
One of them was injured and Reggie more seriously offers the first aid kit and just when they were about to be like 'fuck it let's just murder him and raid the place', where comes Julie and Luke with the shot guns. Meanwhile Alex, Willie, and Bobby were checking out their cars and alerting the neighbours about trouble and OH SHIT ONE OF THEM IS BLEEDING FROM THE EYES HE'S INFECTED.
Cue fuzzy chaotic time jump because I woke up with a dry mouth lol.
For some reason Bobby disappeared from the dream after this so maybe poor Bobbers got shot in the show down with the raiders. Or got hit by the car of the other three fleeing, leaving behind their infected friend.
The gang stays in Bobby's house, though, and slowly, Juke and Willex drift together. When they were travelling, they usually all slept together, but now...
Reggie, who is still grieving Bobby, and maybe blaming himself because he wasn't good enough at distracting the raiders, sees the other two couples drift together and decides to stay out of their way. He can't sleep anyway, since he was the only one awake to catch the raiders in the first place.
So he starts sleeping less, and less, spending less time with his friends because he wanted them to have time together... Pining because he's secretly a little in love with all of them, but they clearly don't want him.
Until he was suuuper stoked because he found a puppy. It was so cute, and he wants to show his friends, and they're so freaked out because Reggie, there is no puppy...
Turns out Reggie was hallucinating from lack of sleep, and he's so confused because he's CLEARLY HOLDING A PUPPY WHAT DO YOU MEAN and then the whole thing kind of comes out and not only is Reggie heartbroken when the hallucination shatters and vanishes, but he also confesses how he's in love them with but they clearly chose their partners and not him.
And both Juke and Willex are like: we've missed you, doofus, we love you, we didn't want to make you chose between us, we were scared you were mad at us for both flirting with you.
And they all live as happily ever after as you can in the post-apocalypse.
#julie and the phantoms#okay I woke up after the puppy part but I wrote myself a happy ending#it was so surreal because the dream pov kept switching between BEING Reggie and holding the puppy and feeling it#and 'outside shots' of him clearly not holding anything in his hands#and it only shattered when Luke said 'are you sure it's not a beagle' and the puppy was suddenly a beagle#and then Reggie's brain caught up with him#I wrote a thing#or my brain wrote a dream I guess#AUs are awesome#what do I even name this one#the post apocalypse plague au#there was probably more but this is all I could remember after a full day of work and such#my brain: ah yes I see you're too tired to write do you want a giant new au? it has reggie and puppies#reggiexeveryone is the best pairing#willex#juliexluke
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it was really only a matter of time until edwardian payneland happened and what if i channeled maurice about it. just a little
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Charles is the son of the groundskeeper at St. Hilarion's School for Boys while Edwin is a pupil there. And he can't help but notice Edwinâhow heâs nearly always alone, or else being harangued by the cruel older boys who call themselves his peers.
Charles privately thinks they hardly seem equal to him in poise or grace or manner. They are boisterous, brash, crass, violent, all overlaid with a veneer of false propriety, but Charles can see the cracks in it. He knows that sort by how they are inside, and they cannot be like Edwin at all. No, Edwin Paine's got a sad, drawn sort of look about him that Charles can't help recognizing. This lonely boy who feels somehow kindred in a way he can't put a finger on, but is pulled to him all the same, though by rights he'd do better to keep his distance.
Edwin often sits by the lake by himself, to read, or to do his assignments in the shade of the trees. Picturesque as a painting, he is. One day Charles dares to approach him, though he knows the risk in itâprepared to be rebuffed, rebuked for his untoward attention to someone he is meant to ignore; but the boy does not turn him away.
And so they become friends. Tentative, and then less and less so.
Together they explore the school's sprawling grounds, all of whose surprising hiding-places Charles Rowland knows by heart, having wandered them himself for years and made them his own refuge. The woods become theirs; the shore by the lake theirs; the shade of the trees theirs. The attic, where no one comes to look for them in the dead of night, also theirs.
And then one day Charles notices a group of boys surrounding Edwin. The usual cadre, and they're posturing, their voices loud in the autumn air. Theyâve ripped Edwin's penny magazine from his grip and are tearing pages out of it, scattering them to be plucked up by the wind. Charles can do nothing else but step in. He shouts at them to back off, puts himself between them and Edwin, and gets himself thrashed for his troubleâbut they, at least, finally leave Edwin alone.
Edwin, for his part, cannot believe Charles would be so reckless for his sake. Charles has not yet mentioned to him that he is used to this sort of treatment, and sees worse at home. They sit together in the boathouse by the lake, cross-legged, close enough for Edwin to dab carefully at Charlesâ split lip and bleeding knuckles.
âYou should not have done that for me,â he chides, though it carries no heat. âWhat will happen now?â He thinks word is sure to get back to the school, and there will be a scandal. Those boys, who so vocally despise Edwin, will hardly be quiet in their outrage, their humiliation. Charlesâ father might be relieved of his post, and then Charlesâ family will have to leave St. Hilarionâs. That is how these things go.
And what was it all for? For Edwin? How could it have been worth it?
âDoesnât matter, does it?" Charles is saying, when Edwin surfaces from his troubled thoughts. "Couldnât let them treat you like that. They had you five to one. And that, just âcause youâre different. I know how it is.â Charlesâ eyelashes are very long, and the light turns his eyes a warm, deep amber as he talks fiercely, insistently, in defense of Edwin.
Itâs terribly forward, Edwin thinks. And, despite every misgiving, he welcomes it. No one has ever fought for Edwin before. No one has ever spoken about him with such conviction.
Then Charles seems to lapse into pensiveness. âYou didnât have toâŠâ he says softly. "All this." He gestures, with the free hand Edwin isnât busy wrapping up, at the little bottle of antiseptic, the scissors, the roll of bandages and the cloths, all spread out on the floorboards between them.
âOf course I did,â Edwin says.
Really, he had not given it much consideration. He had had only the presence of mind to memorize the sight of Charles kneeling in the dew-damp grass, angry gaze still spitting fire at the backs of Edwinâs retreating bullies. Heâd had blood in his bared teeth, and the briefest flash of desire had seared through Edwinâto kiss him. Merely in thanks, perhaps, but still, to kiss him.
He would know the warmth of Charlesâ mouth. Fleeting, forbidden, it would sear itself into his mind for ever.
Of course, he had done no such thing; for he could not. Instead, heâd done the only thing he could doâbent low towards Charles, and squeezed his shoulder once, as if to say, Wait here for me. I will come back to you.
And as he'd turned on his heel and gone off in the direction of the infirmary, leaving Charles there with dusk encroaching, Edwin had hoped Charles understood his gesture for the indelible promise it was.
#dbda#dead boy detectives#dead boy detective agency#payneland#oops new 'verse just dropped i guess#i did ZERO rabbithole research for this particular bit but i fear it has consumed my brain and i may have to write more#the weirdest thing is i wrote it while listening to portugal. the man and you know what. it fucking works. it works. just trust me on this#'stop right now take a minute take your time said i'm living all alone inside a dream'#yes they are in the boathouse. yes they are in fact. what of it. yes there will be telegrams. and trysts.#that's me frothing at the mouth. give edwin his edwardian love story!!!
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love being wide awake at 2am on a school night. good news is iâm almost done with tllr chapter 15
#feeling super inspired#like wooow wow#cannot express how inspired and motivated i feel rn#i wrote soo much#iâm having so sooooo many thoughts. i bet youâll never guess who itâs about#itâs anton yeah#if i start talking i wonât shut up so i should probably sleep. or keep writing actually#i am a creature of the night after all#wyrms says stuff#anton oc#dreams are crazy one day iâll be like all normal and the next iâll be thinking so much about anton and vampires and anton being a vampire#and me being his thrall#normal stuff yk. normal people thoughts obviously#hey okay but if i actually was vampire antonâs thrall he would sooo help me sleep tonight#and like anton reminds me soo much of alexander. yes iâve read ahead okay#i need to stop talking holy shit my brain#my brain has the zoomies tonight after binging that series#brain zoomies. vampire anton can u hypnotize me pls can u enthrall me i need to sleeep
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TO BE CLEAR TO THE RATINGS PEOPLE IN CASE YOU'RE PAYING ATTENTION AND COULD BE CONFUSED: I DIDN'T HATE THIS EPISODE BECAUSE BUCK IS BI, I HATED IT FOR BASICALLY EVERYTHING ELSE
Having said that, I'm still looking forward to the wedding episode (though the framing of buddie as dudebros is chafing like a sandpaper bra, they better have a goddamn drunk romantic moment when the inhibitions are down)
#911 spoilers#the only two redeeming moments were maddie and buck and the buddie moments#the rest of it is a tax writeoff#goodness me but i cringed inside out#multiple times#buddie#i guess#7x5#someone please vacuum clean my brain from what I just saw#fever dream shit right there#my condolences to eth editors#remind me who wrote that dumpster fire again
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love at your door
minatozaki sana x fem!reader
synopsis: you wake up on the couch to find out that itâs actually not your couch and oh my god why is your hot neighbor sitting across from you watching tv???
warnings: sana is a FLIRT ; reader is a loser ; sana is a losersexual ; pacing is iffy but itâs bc i wanted it to be short ; alcohol ; anything else i didnât mention ; not proofread so prob spelling errors idk i wrote most on my phone
a/n: based off the time i got drunk and fell asleep in the wrong room⊠anyways my love for sana will NEVER DIE guess whoâs BACK.
you wake up with a groan, face smushed against a cushion that's definitely not yours, and the first thing that hits youâaside from the dull pounding in your headâis the faint sound of a tv playing in the background.Â
slowly, you crack your eyes open, blinking against the morning light. you finally realize youâre not in your room, and the couch you're sprawled out on⊠also not yours.
you sit up too quickly and regret it immediately, head spinning, the room around you momentarily blurred. but then it sharpens, and your heart nearly stops when you spot her. sana, your neighborâyour gorgeous, gorgeous neighbor that youâve been eyeing since you moved inâsitting across from you on her armchair, completely unbothered with her legs tucked underneath her, eyes fixed on the tv but clearly aware youâre awake now.Â
sheâs holding a ceramic mug in one hand, and for some reason, that little detail makes everything so much worse.
becauseâhow did you end up here?
you glance down at yourself and, of course, youâre still in your luigi costume from last night. the tight green tank top clings to you under the denim overalls (one strap purposely loose and falling off your shoulder because youâre desperate for attention in these trying times) which you had decided to wear in some ill-fated attempt to look âhotâ while still committing to the theme. you had succeeded, at least you think, judging from the compliments you vaguely remember through the drunken haze of the halloween party. but now, under sanaâs gaze, you suddenly feel a lot less confident about it.
âjesus christ,â you mutter, rubbing your temples, trying to piece together what happened. âwhatââ
âmorning sleepy,â sana says, finally looking over at you, lips curling into a small, amused smile. âyou came stumbling in after the party. i figured it was safer to let you crash here than send you back to your place like that.â
this has to be a nightmare.
her voice is casual, like this isnât completely mortifying for you. like this isnât the exact scenario your sleep-deprived, engineering-major brain has dreamed up in countless fleeting moments when youâve caught glimpses of her in the hallways (well, you figured youâd be in a less embarassing scene) but now itâs real, and your heart is thudding painfully loud in your chest, and you canât decide if you want to disappear or if you never want to leave.
(the first option might be the smartest)
you clear your throat, pushing down the urge to bury your face in your hands. âiâm so sorry. i didnâtâi didnât mean to crash here like that. i mustâve been drunk out of my mind iâ fuck, nayeon, that bitch⊠im sorry my friends theyâreââ
âdonât worry about it,â she waves off your apology, taking a sip from her mug, her gaze briefly dipping down to your outfit before flicking back to your face. âi never knew luigi could look this good.â she adds, a smirk playing on her face that renders you weak.
you feel heat rise to your face instantly, and youâre pretty sure itâs not just the aftermath of all the alcohol you consumed last night. her words hang in the air, teasing, but thereâs something else in her tone that sends a jolt through you. something that makes you suddenly hyper-aware of how exposed you feel, the snug fit of the tank top and the way her eyes had lingered on your exposed skin just for a second.
âuhââ you start, but your voice comes out strained, so you clear your throat again, scrambling for a response. âthank youâŠ?â
she grins at your awkwardness, a soft, almost mischievous smile that only adds to the rising tension in the room. âyouâre welcome.â
you force a laugh, trying to ignore the way her gaze makes your skin tingle. âright, well⊠thanks for, uh, taking care of me. and not letting me do something even more embarrassing.â
âmore embarrassing than this?â sana raises an eyebrow, clearly enjoying your discomfort. she gestures toward your outfit with a nod, and you canât help but huff a laugh this time, the tension breaking just a little.
âpoint taken,â you mutter, swinging your legs off the couch to stand, only for a wave of dizziness to hit. sanaâs on her feet in a second, steadying you with a hand on your arm, her touch gentle but firm.
âeasy,â she murmurs, and you freeze, suddenly way too aware of how close she is. her hand lingers just a second too long, and when she finally lets go, you feel like you can breathe againâbut it doesnât stop your pulse from racing.
her eyes dart down to the base of your neck and the intensity of her gaze is amplified.
âquite a hickey, huh?â
âwhat?â you had to be drunk drunk. you canât recall anything about kissing girls, youâre not the type to be like that when under the influence. âthatâsâ i canât even remember.â
âhad fun, didnât you?â sana looks back into your eyes, making you shrink despite her smaller frame. you feel sorry, you want to apologize for something you canât even rememberâyou have no clue why. sheâs just your neighbor. sheâs the neighbor down the hall that greeted you kindly when you had moved in to town. the same neighbor that you had to blink multiple times at before realizing sheâs not a fairytale princess thatâs creeped out of the books.
you glance at the door, needing an escape, even though a very large part of you doesnât want to leave just yet. but standing in her living room in yesterdayâs clothes with your head still buzzing is doing nothing for your nerves.
âi should, uh, probably go,â you say, pointing vaguely toward the door.
sana steps back, giving you space, but her expression shifts into something playful as she watches you. âright. but heyâif you ever need a place to crash again, my couch is always open.â
you blink, not sure if sheâs joking or if thereâs more to that offer. but before you can overthink it, you nod, mumbling a quick, âthanks, iâll keep that in mind,â before heading for the door.
and just as youâre about to step out, sana calls after you, her voice teasing, warm. âhey, luigi.â
you pause, turning to look at her.
she leans casually against the doorframe, eyes glinting with that same playfulness, and she gives you a slow, once-over before her lips curve into a smirk. âseriously. never knew luigi could be this hot.â
your heart stutters in your chest, and all you can do is laugh, a nervous, breathless sound, before quickly slipping out the door, your mind buzzing as you head back to your place.
sana always caught your eye, but now⊠now youâre pretty sure youâre never going to stop thinking about her.
â
the whole day youâre quite literally losing your mind. as soon as you crash onto your bed when you get back home, you cringe at how much of an idiot you are, and at the fact that you accepted every single drink handed to you by nayeon.
and then the next day, youâre still replaying the entire morning in your headâhow sanaâs words lingered, the way her eyes had flickered over you with that teasing smile. itâs been driving you to distraction all day. you couldnât focus during class, barely heard a word your professor said, and by the time your last lecture ends, youâve come to a decision.
youâre going to do something about it.
(youâre undeniably an idiot, but everyone in your circle knows that anyway.)
so after class, you stop by the small flower shop near campus. itâs not something youâd typically doâflowers and chocolate, thatâs so clichĂ©, right? but somehow it feels like the right move. sana had caught you completely off guard yesterday, and maybe itâs time you do the same.
you have a small conversation with the florist, who recommends her favorite assortment of tulips. you donât want to do too much, so you settle with yellow tulips, their petals delicate and bright. simple, but thoughtful (you hope).
next, you pick out a small box of chocolates, nothing fancy but enough to show youâve put some real thought into this. because somehow, leaving things the way they were feels unfinished.
you canât possibly just leave it like that, you canât have the only real memory and meaningful interaction between you and sana consist of you flat out drunk and at a loss for words.
youâre already a loser as it is, and especially when sana is aroundâwhether thatâs when you two both end up at the mailbox together, with you losing the ability to speak when she simply smiles and compliments you; and also the simple greetings when you two arrive at around the same time on wednesdayâs and thursdays (not that you take note of itâyou definitely do).Â
when you get home, you scribble out a short note on a small card:
hi sana, Â
thanks for letting me crash on your couch yesterday. iâm really, really sorry.Â
hereâs a little something as a thank you. hope you like tulips.
and chocolate.
â luigiÂ
you read it over twice, fighting the nervous energy bubbling up inside you. itâs playful, casual, but maybeâhopefullyâitâll make her smile. you take the flowers, chocolates, and the note, placing everything neatly in a small brown paper bag before heading down the hall.
when you reach her doorstep, your heart is pounding. you place the bag gently on the ground, adjusting the flowers one last time so they look perfect. then, you take a deep breath and knock, firm but quick, before spinning on your heel and rushing back to your own place.
you barely make it through the door before the nerves fully hit. your heart races, and you lean back against the door, letting out a heavy breath. what if she doesnât like it? what if itâs too much?
but before your thoughts spiral too far, you hear the faint sound of her door opening down the hall, followed by the quiet shuffle of her picking up the bag.
thereâs silence for a bit before you hear the door close again, earning a sigh of relief.
if your friends were to find out literally everything that had happened in the span of less than forty-eight hours, theyâd tease you until you had to move out again.
â
the next night, youâre at your desk, buried in the engineering assignment youve been given that same day. something about fluid dynamics, a dense problem set that has you scribbling equations and checking graphs on your laptop. itâs not exactly easy to focusâyour mind keeps wandering back to sana, the flowers, the chocolates, and really just everything about her. every time you think about her, a small smile tugs at your lips, despite the headache thatâs building from the workload.
then, out of nowhere, you hear a knock at the door.
you blink, glancing at the clock. youâre not expecting anyone, and for a second, you wonder if you imagined it. but when the knock repeats, you push your chair back, setting aside your notes. still a little distracted by the assignment, you take your time getting up, stretching briefly before finally heading to the door.
when you open it, thereâs no one there. just silence, the hallway empty. but as you glance down, you spot something on the floorâa folded piece of paper. your heart skips a beat, and you canât help but grin as you bend down to pick it up, already knowing who itâs from.
you unfold the note, and sanaâs handwriting greets you:
so, youâre kinda cute even in that luigi costumeâi couldnât stop thinking about you
(i think youâre cute in uniform and not)Â
though i have to askâwhatâs with the hickey? did luigi have a little too much fun? ;)
anyway, i liked the flowers. i liked the chocolates too.Â
but i think i like the person giving them more.
you should come over in five minutes if youâre not too shy. i mean, you werenât that shy the other night ;)Â Â
â sana <3
your face heats up instantly as you read the hickey line, hand instinctively reaching to touch your neck. thereâs no way, right? you donât rememberâ
then it hits you. fuck. it wasnât a hickey. nayeon had bullied you about how you ran into something that night at her party, some broom? wall? maybe momo elbowed you? or something. youâre not the type to just fuck random girls, not when youâre loyal to your neighbor that you utter maybe three sentences a week to if youâre lucky. but the thought of what had happened that night isnât even important because now your mindâs racing, thinking about how sanaâs teasing you. youâd be lying if you said it didnât make you all giddy and nervous.
you reread the note, feeling that familiar nervous excitement grow. come over in five minutes if youâre not too shy. your pulse picks up. thereâs no way youâre saying no to that.
without bothering to change out of your hoodie and sweats, you grab your keys, locking the door behind you as you head down the hall. your heartâs still racing, and your mindâs swirling with a mix of nerves and anticipation as you stop in front of sanaâs door.
when she opens it, sheâs standing there with that same playful smirkâsultry, seductive, and somehow so cute at the same time. her eyes gleam like she already knows exactly whatâs going through your mind.Â
"took you long enough," she says, stepping aside to let you in, her voice warm, teasing. "for a second, i thought youâd be too shy to show up."
you huff a laugh, shaking your head as you walk inside, glancing around her apartment again. âiâmâ iâm not.â it sounds unconvincing, but the woman in front of you thinks itâs adorable.
she quirks a brow, then smiles at that, closing the door behind you. "good to know." she says, handing you a small glass of wine and suddenly everything is a little bit too intimate.Â
the two of you end up sitting on her couch, the tv still softly playing in the background like it had been the other morning. the conversation flows easilyâthereâs that natural comfort between you now, even with the teasing tension that lingers under the surface.
she talks about herself and you talk about yourself too, piquing both your interests. small talk grows into something bigger and you two enjoy the newfound information youâre both learning about each other. youâre breaking the ice, maybe easing into the cold waters in comparison to splashing into it.
âso, about that hickey,â she says, leaning back into the couch, her grin widening as she glances pointedly at your neck. her leg crosses over the other and she holds the glass in her hand near her lips, a small smirk tugging at one corner. âiâm just saying, it looks a little suspicious.â
you roll your eyes, your face heating up again. âitâs not a hickey. i swear.â
âuh-huh,â she teases, clearly not letting it go. âsure itâs not.â
âapparently i hit a broom or wallâsomething like that.â you shake your head, laughing lightly, but thereâs an undeniable pull between you two.Â
the way she looks at you, the way her smile lingers a little too long, and the way her knee brushes against yours every now and thenâyou have to hold yourself back from saying and doing a lot of things. itâs in the way her voice lowers when she speaks, soft and reeling.
you spend the next hour just talking, laughing, sharing random stories about classes, her teasing you about your engineering homework, and you teasing her back about her terrible taste in tv shows. every time she smiles or laughs, it feels like a small victory, something you want to keep chasing. and every time you speak her eyes are in deep contact with yours, spiking your heartrate without fail.
eventually, the conversation lulls, and thereâs a moment of quiet where she looks at you, her eyes softening just slightly. âyou know,â she murmurs, âiâm really glad you came over. this⊠was nice.â
âyeah,â you say, smiling back, your heart racing in your chest. âit was.â
âi always thought you were really cute,â she says before sipping on her white wine, âbut iâm not a chaser.â
âis that right?â
âunless you count me responding to your apology, then yes.â
you laugh, setting the empty glass down.Â
âwell,â you begin, biting your lip. âi like to pursue.â
âquite forward isnât it?â
âyou invited me over for wine, it doesnât get more forward than what youâve brought to the table.â
âis that so?â sana hums, tilting her head. she bites the inside of her lip, looking at you with narrowed eyes. âi think it can get more forward.â
your breath hitches in the slightest and you can tell sanaâs noticed when she lets out that signature chuckle.Â
âwell, i think itâs time to end the night. you were working on assignments prior, no?â you frown at the suggestion.
âiâ yeah, youâre right.âÂ
thereâs a knowing smile on her lips, but you ignore it and stand up with her as she walks you to her door.Â
âi had a great time pretty girl,â she puts her hand on your forearm while saying it, her touch burning your skin. âhopefully we can be much more forward next time.â
you laugh. âi like the sound of that.â
âmhm, goodnight.â she says, grinning at you before meekly closing her door.
you purse your lips before walking down the hall and reaching your door. your hand lingers on the doorknob before you turn it and head in, feeling a sense of regret.
âŠ
sana hears a knock at her door ten minutes later, turning off the sink and drying her hands before walking over to see whatâs up.Â
the moment the door opens and sana sees you standing there, the look on her face is priceless.
âwhatââ she starts, raising an eyebrow, clearly confused, but before she can finish, you step forward, your hand reaching out to grab her forearm gently. you pull her just a little closer, your heart pounding as you look at her.
âi want to be more forward,â you admit, voice low, the question hanging in the space between you.
for a second, she just stares at you, wide-eyed, before a soft laugh escapes her. she gets it now. âoh, weâre moving pretty fast, arenât we?â she teases, her eyes gleaming with amusement. âtake me out to dinner.â
you grin, and she hesitates for a beat, but then she nods, and itâs enoughâenough to send your pulse racing, enough for you to lean in. before you can close the distance, though, her hand comes up, fingers lightly brushing the base of your neck, and you feel her shiver as she touches you.
âyou say that like,â you pause, observing the surprise and allure in her features. âlike you didnât eye-fuck me the other night.â
her cheeks flush as her fingers linger on your skin, and you catch the way she bites her lip, trying to hide her own smile. you donât wait any longer.
you lean in and meet her lips with yours, melting into it just as she does.Â
it starts soft, just a gentle press of your lips against hers, but it quickly deepens as sana lets out a quiet, surprised sound that turns into something moreâsomething sheâs clearly enjoying a little too much. her hand moves to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer, and the way she kisses you back sends a thrill through you.
before you know it, sheâs dragging you inside, one hand still tangled in your hair, the other guiding you back toward the couch. the door closes behind you, but you barely notice, too focused on the way her lips move against yours.
when you finally pull back for air, sheâs breathless, grinning like sheâs just won something. âyou shouldâve been this forward earlier,â she teases, her thumb brushing against the side of your neck.
âyeah?â you ask, a little breathless yourself, but you canât stop smiling.
âyeah,â she murmurs, eyes flickering down to your lips before she leans in again, kissing you slower this time, savoring it. sana is a great kisser, the type of kisser that leaves you wanting more and more. after a moment, she pulls back, just enough to whisper, âmaybe you should stay a little longer.â
you canât help but laugh softly. âyou sure you can handle that?â
âplease,â she says, eyes twinkling with that familiar mischievous look. âyou werenât that shy the other night.â
âwell i was drunk andââ
before you can even finish your response, sheâs kissing you again, and this time, youâre more than happy to let her pull you even closer.
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艤 Through my eyes
⊠Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader ⊠Summary: Karen explains Mary and Arthur's story to you. Saddened, you're convinced you could never compete with her until the man in question proves you wrong. ⊠Warnings/Tags: Self-depreciation from both sides, kissing, comfort, fluff. Reader has been with the gang for a year. Use of Y/N. ⊠Words: 3k ⊠a/n: This is the answer to this ask by the lovely @crystalofmoon19. I really hope you'll like it, dear! And thank you for your support, you've been really sweet to me and my work! As always, I got carried away and wrote way too much. And as always, please reach out to me if you spot any misspellings. Also idk why I made this in Colter, guess I just feel way too hot rn and want some fresh snow + Arthur's coat is perfect for comfort. Credits. Arthur's pic is from my playthrough. Other pics are not mine found them on Pinterest. AO3
âAnd in the end, she rejected his proposal, then a few months later, sent him a letter telling she was marrying some wealthier gentleman!â
Your mouth hangs open in the air. Karenâs words enter through your ears and create a nice little nest for themselves in your brain. You had no idea. No idea Arthur had been this close to being married. That their relationship had been so strong, that, according to hearsays, he had reached his lowest after their break up, drunk most part of the day, fighting the rest of the time, obnoxious to everyone, even Dutch and Hosea.
âY/N? Youâre okay, there?â Karen asked you, disappointed her big reveal had left you reactionless.
You focused your gaze back on her. Her blonde hair is softly litten up by the setting sun, her breath exhaling a puff of steam as she breathes. Colter is a cold place, and it probably felt even colder because of the morose mood of the gang. You suddenly remember youâre supposed to be shocked. You are, of course, but in a very bad way. Not in an âOh my God, I canât believe this Karen, so much gossip!â kind of way.
How could you ever compete with that?
âYeah, Iâm alright. God, I had no idea so much happened between them.â
âOh, trust me, it was definitely his biggest love story. Never saw him get into someone else after her. Not even Mary-Beth! Could you believe that?â
No, you couldnât. You werenât sure why but every word from Karen felt like an enormous stone falling into your belly and dragging you deeper and deeper into the sea. Your silly little crush on Arthur, when you first joined the gang a year ago, had turned into a way stronger attraction. Denying it at first, you had little by little let your emotions win, cherishing every moment with him, thanking Dutch for assigning both of you to the same missions, loving the quiet evenings where he would just sit next to you around the campfire to scribble in his journal while you would do your little hobby on your own. Silent most, but enjoying each otherâs company, and so, so peaceful.
More than your emotions, you even had let your imagination take the lead, dreaming about a selfish future with him, seeing it every time he would give you a smile, or laugh at one of your jokes. A happy Arthur, relieved from his obligations, enjoys life's simplest joys. A house, a garden. Maybe a dog, considering he had loved having Copper. A marriage even. And why not a child? If he would feel ready. Something in you was telling you he would be a good father.
But now, you felt like this dream was rotten, condemned. Like a broken match. The fire, the very thing itâs designed for, not being able to be lit. Would never be lit. A wasted potential.
You tried to continue your gossiping chat with Karen, voice light but gaze elusive as you peeled the potatoes you were supposed to prepare while discussing, tedious tasks often ended up less difficult this way when you were working with the other girls. But behind your seemingly normal smile and hollow words, a haunting thought was hanging on to you as strongly as a rock trapped in a thousand-year-old iceberg.Â
Arthur never fell in love again after Mary Linton.
Night had definitely fallen on the frozen mountains. After your endless vegetables centered-chores, you had helped Mr. Pearson turning them into a decent meal, his incessant blattering about the Navy giving you some sort of distraction. During dinner and after though, once you didnât have any goal or job left to do for the day, your conversation with Karen came back into your wandering mind, her speech playing again and again like a used gramophone record.
Never fell in love again...
Sitting at one of the corners of the big cabin you had been sleeping in for the past few days along with the girls and some other gang members which mainly served as a common space, you were looking outside by a dilapidated window. A frozen World spread out before your eyes, every inch of surface covered in snow and ice, the landscape ending up looking like it was coated with a thick strange substance âdark blue colors Queen of this gloomy, misty horizon.
Arthur had returned from a very busy hunting day with Charles. Thanks to them, meat had been added to the vegetable paradise of a meal, resulting in a better-than-usual supper. He should have felt cheerful, but his mood wouldn't lighten.Â
He had spotted you from across the room, noticing the hurtful absence of your smile on these sweet lips of yours. Smile he secretly loved. Lips he secretly fancied.Â
Hesitating for a long moment, debating with himself, a self-depreciative rambling turning in his head like a well-oiled motor, he had ultimately decided to join you and investigate. Something pretty important must been bothering you, because loosing your usual little grin and eating your plate all by yourself really wasn't in your habits.
Approaching you, his boots and spurs clicking and stomping before you could see him, he plants them in front of you, standing there while his eyes lock on your face.
âMiss Y/L/N? Is everythinâ okay?â
âOh, Mr Morgan. Yeah, donât worry. Everything is great.â
He doesnât believe you and honestly, you wouldnât have convinced yourself either. And Arthur is a stubborn man. A stubborn, and caring one. He leans against the cabin's old creaky walls, on the other side of the window.
âCome on, donât lie tâme girl. Everyone noticed youâre not in your right mind.â He honestly doesnât know about everyone, but he surely did. His words are accompanied by a small, polite smile.
âI donât think⊠I donât think youâre the right person to talk about it.â
Arthurâs entire body froze. The hands he had on his belt as always when he was comfortable, flew to his chest as he crossed his arms, his thick winter coat folding with difficulty. His encouraging smile flattened, his brows pleating in a harsh frown.
âErm⊠Alright, I get it. I wonât bother you, I guess.âÂ
Without loosening his arms, he pushed himself from the wall, taking a step to leave you some space. You couldnât have missed it. This change of behavior, the hurtful expression he had displayed, as if he was truly pained by your words. Disappointed, maybe even shameful to have thought he could help you at all. He was just a sad, ugly bastard, after all.
You felt like you could hear all of it from where you were, and see it in the shadow that had taken his face and the gigantic mass that seemed to have fallen on his shoulders.
No, you didnât want this. Didnât want him to feel like that because of you and your stupid feelings, or your own dark thoughts.
âWait, Arthur!â
He turned around the second you talked again.
âIâm sorry itâs justâŠâ You sigh and look at him with an uncertain expression, knowing your next words were going to be risky. âItâs about you and Mary LintonâŠâ
His eyes turn into two literal plates, his mouth slightly opening in outer astonishment. This was really not what he had in mind. You could have been sad because of a hundred logical reasons, the death of Davey and the loss of Sean and Mac, the complete fiasco of Blackwater, the hundred of dollars lost, the terrible and tough conditions of the Grizzlies plunging everyone into an unbearable cold and a threatening famine. Not mentioning Hoseaâs alarming coughing, Dutchâs mysterious decisions, and Micah as a whole.
But you, out of all these things, were worried about Mary.
Once his eyes had grown as round as they could, they got back into an interrogative expression, the wave of surprise over.
âWhaââŠ?! How dâya even know âbout her?â
âKaren speaks a lot when sheâs boredâŠâ You briefly explained, trying to sound detached.
Arthur rolls his eyes to the Heavens. Of course, folks talked, and you had to know about it all at some point. But this wasnât ideal at all. He would have preferred to tell it to you himself, at a time he would have felt comfortable doing so, with his own words. He didnât want this to change anything between the two of you.
âAnd erm⊠What exactly bothers ya?â
You open your mouth to speak, but your words are jammed. Explaining that you feel jealous of what the both of them had shared would just come down to confessing your feelings for him plain and simple.Â
You felt completely stuck.Â
Heâs right there before your eyes, the very source of all your worries and your every joy. Looking at you with those confused blue eyes, wondering what is happening in this pretty head of yours. But the words still wonât come out. You feel more and more powerless, and instead of a sound, your eyes take over to get something out of your body, slow and sad tears filling them like a lonely glacier fills a mountain lake on its own.
Arthurâs usual frown furrows, his wrinkles more visible, contrasted by the shadows from the warm lights of the fire. Suddenly, his internal melancholic speech shuts down, as if the view of a single tear streaming down your cheek were absolutely intolerable to him. No worries nor anxious self-restraints crosses his mind âitâs now only instinct. He sees you crying. He has to help you. This is as easy as that.
His right hand reaches to you by itself.
It feels warm but coarse. This big, big hand on the side of your face.
âOh, Y/N. Donât waste those pretty tears for a sour-faced idiot like me.â His thumb gently wipes the drops of sadness that had overflowed from your two delicate lakes. âCome on, lesâ jusâ talk about this somewhere quiet.â
Arthur gently uses the hand he had on your cheek to wrap it around your shoulders, solid arm gently pushing you up. He then leads you through the door, other members throwing curious gazes at the both of you.
But he doesnât care. His priority, right now, is your well-being, and some privacy to allow him to finally whisper things in your ears he should have a long time ago. Not in front of everyone. Not with the other men looking at your sparkling eyes, and listening to the change in his voice he knew would crack, his usual intimidating persona crushed into a million pieces with only the sound of your own. Or with the other girls hearing the oh-so-important words he had to say. No. You would be the only one to witness this.Â
He had brought you to the barn where the horses were kept. The snow was falling lazily, a few flakes passing through the holes in the dilapidated roof. The place is enveloped in a heavy silence, as if it was muffling every sound coming from the outside.
Once Arthur had closed the big wooden doors behind you and before he could do anything else, you finally burst.
âI shouldn't cry, Iâm so sorry Arthur, I just⊠She looked like an incredible woman, so beautiful a-and distinguished, and me well⊠I'm just⊠me.â Your eyes fell to your feet. You like everything was coming out of you all at once and you couldn't contain it anymore.
âStop it.âÂ
âHow could I ever mean something to you? You've been with her for so long and even proposed to her and⊠and never fell in love again after her andâŠâ
âStop it, Y/N!â
Arthur cut your blabbering panic by pulling you against him. He held you so tightly you were almost crushed by his powerful arms, but it felt so good. Like he was holding together all the little pieces of you that had cracked, melting them with his warmth and molding yourself again with it.
âNow you lâsten to me, sweetheart. I donât want ya to say things like this ever again.â
The sudden use of the pet name soothed your heart immediately. You buried your face into the furred collar of his big winter coat, the hairs tickling your nose. There, you can feel a little bit of his bare skin, your cheek finding shelter against it.
You stopped talking.
You just wanted him to continue to. His deep voice seemed to come directly from the inside of his chest, and you could feel it vibrating before actually hearing it.
âYa know Iâm no⊠Am no poet or, or good with words like DutchâŠâ He started, visibly unsure of what he was going to say. Heâs relieved he had initiated the hug, this way, with your face in there, you couldnât see his. The worried expression it was carrying, like a burden. âBut lemme tell ya just how much I care about ya. Oh, my sweet girl.âÂ
This is it. He tries not to but his low tone begins to tremble. Itâs so strange. It feels like forever since that happened for the last time.
âYeah, Mary has been a realâ important part of my life, I wonât lie to ya. But it was so long ago, gorgeous. So long ago.âÂ
He knows he wonât shed a tear. He never cries. But his hands shake. His vocal cords vibrate in a vulnerable, softer, and higher-pitched quaver. His body tenses, heart as fast as if racing with a million wild horses galloping in the Great Plains. Even if his words couldnât explain just how much you meant to him, you could have guessed by how you were affecting his entire flesh.
âYa know what? Itâs true. Our story ended badly. I never fell in love again after her.â
You sigh, more tears wetting your face and his blue coat, this truth so hard to swallow.
âUntil that morning, when I saw you brushing Boadiceaâs mane; your hair all covered in hay, the brightest smile I ever had the chance to witness on that sweet face oâ yours. That day, I knew my stupid foolish heart had done it all over again.â
You let out a single chuckle mixed with tears and emotions, so relieved. Even when you felt like you were at your lowest, he succeeded at making you smile.
âGrimshaw had forced me to groom all the gangâs horses to âget used to campâs workâ. Must have looked terrible.â You remembered with a smile, details of your first encounter with Arthur flooding your mind.
âYou looked like a goddamn Angel, honey. Tâwas like the sun was shining jusâ for ya. Jesus, I knew it was too late for me.â
You pulled back from him just a little, enough for you to look at him in the eyes, but not for him to let go of you. Now that they had found you, his hands, still slightly quivering, refused to let go, their place on your back and behind your head feeling so natural and right. Your eyes behave the same way as them but with his face. He looks so moved that you have to pinch yourself internally to make sure youâre not dreaming this whole thing; never in your life you had seen him like this.
âI love you too, Arthur.â You confessed back to him, fingers cupping his cheeks in a delicate touch.
You had to stand on your tiptoes to reach his face, but his arm helped you, your lips gently discovering themselves, brushing against each other in a soft and shy caress. Even if both your mouths were chapped by the biting cold, it was the most gentle kiss you had shared in your life, a satiny embrace that left you completely dreamy and light-headed.
The snowflakes silently swirl around the both of you, Nature the only witness of your souls melting into each other.
Opening your eyes again after this moment out of time, you're met with the happiest smile Arthur ever had on his face. He looked like and idiot in love, and you were sure you looked exactly the same.
âPlease darlinâ, donât ever compare yourself to her ever again. Whatâs in the past stays there. And I wanna have a future with you.â
Your dreams sprang back straight from your heart to your mind. The visions you had about the both of you were more alive than ever, reinforced by his own needs shared with yours.
âYouâre sweet, youâre funny, youâre so smart and stunningly gorgeous. And, you wanâ a proof?â He playfully asks you, taking his hat off his head, a thin layer of snow falling from it.
Turning it over, he carefully pull a piece of paper out, hidden between two leathered segments in the inner part of his hat. His cut and reddened fingers unfold it and he gives it to you, his big smile turning into an embarrassed and sheepish one.
Itâs a sketch of you.
Youâre mesmerized by the details of it, the blades of hay messily tangled in your hair, the sparkling in your eyes, the exact clothes you were wearing that day. This smile, youâre more than certain he drew it way more beautiful than it really is. Arthur even had added some lines traced from your head to the end of the paper, as if you were the Sun itself and were emitting your own light.
This was impossible this was the same person as you, her beauty was too radiant and fascinating.
But no matter what you thought about yourself, seeing his work curled your lips in the exact same way as yourself on the drawing. With snowflakes replacing the twigs, you had turned into the living recreation of it. Arthur laughed when he noticed, and realized just how much he had loved you and continued to since that morning from a year ago. He bent towards you to put a small kiss on your forehead.
âArthur itâs⊠Itâs beautiful.â You find it difficult to find another word, speechless once again.Â
You also had no idea of how talented at drawing nor attracted to you he was. This day definitely was full of surprises. You chuckled fondly before taking a last look at your portrait and giving it back to your lover. But Arthurâs large palm wrapped around your hand.
âNo, please, keep it. This way, youâll always remember how you look through my eyes.â
More tears threaten to escape your own, even though those were a direct extract from the immeasurable happiness you were experiencing.
âAnd... Now that I donât have to hide myself while sketching ya, Iâm going to draw lots of new ones.â
tagging: @a-court-of-valkyries Thank you for reading all of this! Also, I didn't know this was a thing but if ever you want to be tagged in my works too, let me know! It would be my pleasure.
#Okaaaay this is super cheesy but I like it!#please comforting Arthur heal our hearts#Also this is the second time I write a love confession in here and def not the last time#Hope I won't repeat myself too much.#rdr2#arthur morgan#red dead redemption 2#arthur morgan x reader#arthur morgan x female reader#arthur morgan x you#rdr2 arthur#arthur morgan fluff#arthur morgan fanfiction#arthur morgan fic#arthur morgan comfort#pinefic
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bg3 companions + their reactions to finding out they knocked up fem tav? đ (for the ladies we can say they're trans or it's magic)
I wrote my boy first because heâs the best, can you guess who it is? Hint: Heâs my first romance. No guess for you lovely requestor because you know too much LOL
Also Iâm ignoring cannon endings here because we want to end up happy with babies. No angst here, begone!
Warnings: Implied Sex, Implied Sexual Situations, Pregnant Tav, Babies, Pregnancy Thing (Morning Sickness)
Astarion:
At first, he thinks that youâre joking. Vampires canât have children after all, thatâs a pretty basic fact. When youâre insistent, part of him wants to accuse you of cheating, as much as it pains him. Thatâs a part of him still tainted by Cazador and he muffles it as best he can. Astarion is going to insist you go to a healer together; if youâre not pregnant, something must be going on you need help with. When Shadowheart confirms youâre with child, heâs at a loss. Astarion doesnât know what to say, truly.
After the initial shock, he goes on the hunt for anything and everything about human-vampire babies. The records are hard to find and some are locked far, far away but he finds them all. He can be very persuasive after all. Itâs in one of these books that he figures out how you two made a baby; heâs going to be very careful taking your blood from now on. Speaking of, Astarion will refuse to drink from you while you pregnant, no ifs ands or buts. This is a firm boundary for him, even if you smell more and more delicious the farther along you get.
The pregnancy is hard and Astarion is afraid heâs going to lose you. The birth is especially gruesome and itâs only because of Shadowheart and Halsin that youâre alive. He wants to resent the baby for how you suffered but he canât, theyâre just too perfect. Heâs afraid of getting too close, of tainting this little thing but you refuse to let him be apart. The first time he holds your child he weeps and itâs over. Astarion is always going to struggle with his emotions and feelings about being a father but never about how much he loves them. Also, heâs completely in charge of their wardrobe; youâre going to have the best-looking baby in the entire city hands down.
Gale:
Gale was always on the fence about kids. Sure theyâre cute but theyâre also loud and he struggles to take care of himself, let alone a little squishy creature. That doesnât mean heâs upset when you tell him youâre pregnant, not at all. Heâs just doing furious calculations in his mind and it looks like heâs crashed. Give his brain a moment to reset and heâll give you a large grin and lean down to kiss you. Tara is the first person the two of you tell and sheâs excited, vowing to be the babyâs protector. Gale loves her even more which is quite the feat. His mother is next and she immediately starts offering help. He just canât get over how perfect his family is, it feels like a dream sometimes.Â
He takes a very technical approach to your pregnancy, like everything. Gale is reading all of the baby books and using all of the tracking charts he can get his hands on. He even goes to talk to midwives, wanting an expert opinion. Itâs very sweet of him but you have to remind him that all babies grow at their own pace. He just wants to be the best dad he can and for him, that means more information. It is funny to watch him change a diaper for the first time but he never backs down from a challenge! Maybe he can use magicâŠ?
Heâs a mess when you actually go into labor. Gale swore he would be with you the entire time and then passed out in the final moments. He wakes up to a healthy baby and immediately starts crying. He enjoys being a dad, especially teaching your child new things. Your kid is going to have a huge curious streak that Gale will feed with vigor. He doesnât consciously want your kid to be a wizard but would be overjoyed to have more in common with them.
Wyll:
Wyll is over the moon, as surprised as he is. Kids are something that heâs always wanted to have eventually and with you, his favorite person? What could go wrong? Of course, heâll hear out your concerns if you have any and can have difficult conversations around pregnancy and child birth. One benefit of being a noble is that he has resources to help; whatever you want will be yours. Heâs nervous to tell his dad but once the older man starts to tear up, he knows that heâs made a good choice. Wyll wants his family to be whole and happy.
Heâs a chronic hoverer, as cute and frustrating as that is. Even in the early stages of pregnancy Wyll will try to do everything for you; moving a trunk? Heâs got that, donât strain yourself. Trying to cook dinner? Let him help you love. Be firm that you can do things yourself and heâll back off. Just know that when you turn to ask him for help heâll be waiting in the wings to be your hero. Heâs also a pro at helping you figure out cravings. Wyll wonât complain if you wake him up in the middle of the night to go get something from the kitchen. He loves wrapping his arms around you from behind and rocking together; you being in his arms is his favorite thing.
Heâs a trooper during the birth, being there the entire time. It takes a long time and he does worry but he encourages you and is your personal cheerleader. He canât stop smiling after the baby is born, tracing their cheeks and forehead. As much as it would be funny to say Wyll struggles with being a dad, he really doesnât. He loves your child so much, youâre surprised he never brought up kids in the first place. He is very much the definition of doting father but donât let that fool you, he takes no disrespect, especially towards you. Youâre the ruler of the house and Wyll is your backup. Heâs the perfect mix of fun and strict dad. Now if he can convince you to have othersâŠ
Karlach:
Karlach is over the moon when you find our youâre pregnant. She had noticed you felt off and encouraged you to go to the doctor. Neither of you were expecting the baby news, as silly as it sounds. That doesnât stop her form immediately lifting you up with a loud âwhoop!â and spinning your around the room. She loves babies! She loves you! This is going to be great.
She insists on redoing a room just for the baby. Even if their crib is going to be in your room for the first few months, Karlach wants your kid to have their own space. She paints the walls, builds all the furniture, everything. She asks for you opinion on decorations and doesnât do anything without checking with you first but itâs her labor of love. Itâs also her project for when she gets anxious thinking about the future. What is something goes wrong with her heart? What if something is wrong with the baby? What is the birth is too much for you? All of these thoughts get washed away in making the babyâs room perfect and then she goes to talk to you.
Karlach helps as much as she can during the birth aka you kick her (lovingly) into the hall to go grab towels so she stops hovering. When she gets back the baby is almost here and thereâs no time to panic, just watch with wide eyes. She thinks youâre even more of a badass for going through all that and asks to hold the baby fist. Karlach cries holding them; theyâre so cute and small and theyâre the perfect mix of the two of you. Sheâs defiantly going to be the fun mom and there will be moments where it feels like you have two kids to scold. She takes safety very seriously, however, and is the first to lecture about stranger danger. Your kid will never feel unloved or unsafe, Karlach swears it on her life. This is her family now and no one else can have them.
Laeâzel:
Laeâzel struggles with the news that youâre having a baby. Partly because she never thought that she could have kids and the other part because sheâs terrified about being a mom. She wasnât raised in a traditional Faerunian way; no where on the continent can be compared to being raised Gith. She needs time to process on her own and itâll be a few days before she comes back ready to talk. Take her concerns seriously and, if you truly want to keep the baby, sheâll raise them with you. She loves you after all.
It takes her a bit to understand all the changes your body is going through. Itâs horrifying and amazing to watch your stomach swell and she loves gently cradling your bump as it grows. She doesnât know what to do about the crying, except when someone else makes you cry. Then itâs easy: she wants to kill them. That usually makes you laugh and youâre able to talk her out of bodily harm. You do have some nice shop discounts now. Laeâel is very much your guard dog and she fulfills her position with pride.
The entire birthing process just shows Laeâzel that youâre the strongest person she knows. Sheâs completely impressed by how you handle everything and has a new respect for moms everywhere. She still thinks itâs gross and inefficient but badass all the same. Laeâzel is a strict mom but soft in her own way. Sheâs still learning to be kind to herself and the world around her. Your child will never feel the brunt of her frustration or confusion; they will, however, be able to swing a sword much too young. She beams with pride the first time your child beheads a training dummy and you know, deep deep down, that the two of them going to be trouble.
Shadowheart:
She starts to notice the signs before you do, honestly. At first itâs little things; youâre tired quicker, youâre more sensitive to certain smells. The big one is that you start to get morning sickness, frequently. Shadowheart finally sits you down after the fifth morning in a row over a bucket and checks you over. Youâre pregnant all right, not doubt there. Sheâs going to be as surprised as you; you were both good about protection. Surprise baby!
Sheâs fairly neutral about kids. She never thought that she would have any, serving Shar, but now thereâs a little more appeal to them. The pooping and crying she could live without but the idea of there being someone made up of the two of you? Shadowheart likes the idea more than she would admit out loud. She starts researching pregnancy healing the midwifery right away; she doesnât have a lot of expertise with babies but she is a healer.
Shadowheart insists on delivering your baby herself. She wants to be a part of this and while youâre going to be doing the hard part, she wants to support you. If you have an issue, she will relent but has to be in the room. Your delivery is flawless and as she holds the bloody baby in her hands, she feels full. Of love and hope and excitement, all those emotions she once would have sworn off. For the first time since youâve found out youâre pregnant, sheâs excited to be a mom. Sheâs a strict but loving mom, teasing her kid and embarrassing them in public (just a little, like a cheek pinch). Shadowheart loves singing to your kids, something neither of you knew until now. Your house is full of love and laughter and singing, just perfect.
#baulders gate 3#bg3#bg3 imagine#astarion x reader#wyll x reader#gale x reader#shadowheart x reader#karlach x reader#lae'zel x reader#astarion ancunin#astarion imagine#wyll ravengard#wyll imagine#gale of waterdeep#gale imagine#shadowheart#shadowheart imagine#karlach imagine#lae'zel imagine#bg3 astarion#bg3 wyll#bg3 gale#bg3 karlach#bg3 lae'zel#bg3 shadowheart
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Chapter 46 of human Bill Cipher frantically wishing he was still locked in the Mystery Shack and not getting his wish:
The Eclipse: Part 4
Gravity has fully disappeared from Gravity Falls and Bill finally learns why the Axolotl traveled all the way to Earth to see him. And meanwhile, Ford's in mortal peril.
[SUPER IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE: if you're reading this, it means that I've edited chapters 6&7 to make them compatible with The Book Of Bill but I have not edited this chapter yet.
Before TBOB came out, in chapter 7 I wrote that the Ax's deal with Bill was "I'll give you a different form (a human body) in a different time (dropping you a thousand years in the future) so you don't have to see your old enemies" and then Bill stole a time tape to come right back to the 21st century. I've now edited ch 6&7 to make the Ax's deal with Bill "I'll drop you off in Theraprism" and then Bill escaped via reincarnation.
However, this chapter refers to the OLD version of ch 7. That's because there are not physically enough hours in my life for me to do all the editing I want to do as fast as I want to do it.
Things Bill & the Axolotl say in this chapter contradict TBOB and contradict what the new ch 6&7 say. The conversation they're having DOES NOT accurately reflect the fic's current plot. Don't freak out. I'll fix it when I can. - (note added Sept 7, 2024; will be removed when it's no longer necessary.)]
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There were only two ways to remove a pair of magic friendship bracelets. Either both wearers had to consent to removing the bracelets; or one of the parties had to die. The bracelets weren't active if they were only being worn by one person, and a corpse wasn't a person.
The moment Dipper's soul left his body, the thread connecting the bracelets turned visible again.
Bill immediately yanked off his bracelet. He considered just letting it go, reconsidered considering that Dipper's ghost would probably tattle to Mabel, and carefully, slowly reeled the thread in. Without the magic active, it was just normal embroidery floss. The Axolotl's gravitational pull didn't make Dipper's body heavy enough to break the line, but if Bill jerked it just a little too hard, it would snap.
Bill heaved a sigh when the body was close enough he could grasp its wrist. He grabbed Dipper's head and snarled in his dead face, "This is why I told you to get in the cave." He wrapped the bracelet around and around the tree trunk and Dipper's forearm, muttering to himself, "But does anybody listen to the all-knowing immortal dream demon who's seventy times older than their entire universe? No! No, what could it possibly know! Surely we'll get better ideas from the brain-damaged hick who married a raccoonâ"
An immense voice said, "Hello."
Bill froze. He slowly turned away from the beast above Gravity Falls.
The voice said serenely, "Look at me, you 8-karat coward."
He slowly turned toward the beast above Gravity Falls. He swallowed hard, steeled himself, and dragged his gaze up until he met the Axolotl's eye and he was gently tugged into the time and space between time and space. "Oh, heyyy," he squeaked. He forced a pained smile. "Didn't see you there! Haha, hi! Wow! Imagine running into you in this dimension on this planet, crazy."
"Yes, crazy," the Axolotl agreed.
"This isn't a regular part of your commute! I guess you've got some time off," Bill said. "Work must be going well!"
"Pretty well. I scheduled an extended lunch break," the Axolotl said amiably. "How's being human going?"
Bill shot the Axolotl a dirty look.
The Axolotl continued to give him a perpetual smile. "Happy New Year, by the way."
"I'll kill you."
"No you won't."
"Okay look, let's just cut to the chase," Bill said. "Go on. Tell me my punishment."
"Punishment?"
"For! Coming back here instead of staying when you dumped me in 3012. I skipped time while on parole. That's obviously why you're here." He looked down, shielding his face with a hand and squeezing his eyes shut. "So stop wasting my time and tell me how much trouble I'm in. I'm a busy guy, I don't wanna drag this out."
"Well," the Axolotl said, "it appears to me that you're locked in your enemies' home, you can't use doors, and you need to be handcuffed to a child to go outside. Is that enough 'trouble' for you?"
Bill opened one eye. "Wait, so." He looked up skeptically. "You're saying I won't get re-executed for breaking the rules. Orâor get stuck in a worse body."
"No," the Axolotl said. "You'll answer to no jailer's voice; what you do now is your own choice. I moved you by a thousand years to free you from your killers' fears. If you decide then to return, it's your own second chance you burn."
"Ohhh. See, I assumed this entire situation was a... prison... thing. Considering the..." He gestured vaguely at his body. "The flesh prison."Â
"It's a body. Not a prison. You aren't being imprisoned."
"'Not a prison' my base, if it's not a prison then why can'tâ" He caught himself before he asked a question, and took a deep breath. "So, there are no rules against coming right back to where I left off."
"Though I think your plan is clunkyânot my circus, not my monkey."
"Oh. Okay, great." Bill planted his hands on his hips, straightening up properly for the first time since the Axolotl's arrival. "Huh. How 'bout that. Spent the last two days worrying for nothing!"
"You? Worried?"
"Of course not, I wasn't worried for a second," Bill said. "So if you're not here to punish meâthat doesn't explain why you are here."
"Are you asking?"
"You know I'm not."
The Axolotl stared at Bill, patiently awaiting a question. Bill stared at the Axolotl, patiently not asking one.
The Axolotl caved first. "I wanted to make sure you hadn't burned down the dimension yet."
Bill pointed sharply at the Axolotl. "Hey! Hey!"
The Axolotl gave him a look like a toothless gumball learning how to smile.
"Not funny! Seriously, now!"
"I came because you called."
"Whâ When didâ?" Bill cut himself off. He thought back to the day he'd spent locked in the bathroom. He recalled the desperate plea for salvation he'd painted on the ceiling. He buried his face in his hand. "That... that was a joke. False alarm."
"I gathered," the Axolotl said.
Bill peeked between his fingers. "But, I did call for rescue. Therefore. You're here to rescue me."
"No."
"Why nâ! You said I'm not supposed to be in a prison! You've seen what these humans have done to me!"
"You aren't a prisoner," the Axolotl said. "You're a kidnapping victim. That's outside my jurisdiction."
Infuriatingâbut it told Bill something important: in the Axolotl's eyes, Bill's captivity wasn't just. And Bill didn't consider the Axolotl any kind of godâhe didn't consider anyone any kind of godâbut the Ax had a lot of pull in the multiverse when it came to defining the universal concept of justice. That was promising.Â
"But I do have a keen interest in your case. I wanted to check in on your progress."
Bill gave the Axolotl a questioning look. "'Progress.'"
The Axolotl said nothing. Bill waited. The Axolotl simply continued to smile. "You haven't asked a question yet. Usually you can't wait to get rid of me."
"Under the circumstances," he gestured again at his body, "I didn't think I could afford to waste it."
"I see. However, I do have a meeting I need to get to."
What was the most important thing he could ask. What did he need to know the most. "So... if I learn my lesson or complete my sentence orâwhatever I'm supposed to do... will you turn me back into a triangle?"
"IÂ can't and won't do anything else. I've completed my obligation to you," the Axolotl said. "Whatever happens to you from now on is up to you."
That could mean anything from "you're stuck as a human forever and will die in less than a century" to "there's a secret spell on you and when you meet its conditions you'll automatically turn back into a triangle" to "you're already a triangle, you just need to believe in yourself." All Bill knew was that he wasn't getting any help from the Ax.
"It's been a pleasure as always," the Axolotl said. The world slowly began to move again as he gently returned Bill to the dimension he'd come from.
"Wait!" Bill called. He needed to knowâwas he still a triangle, somewhere on the inside, buried beneath all this flesh and bone? Or had the Axolotl's transformation rotted him to his coreâwas he now nothing but a human through and through? If he wasn't being punished, why had his suffocating soul been smothered under a blanket of meat? If he wasn't being punished, why had his own corpse stared him in the eye as if it didn't recognize him? "Just one more question before you go!"
"If you have the time. Up to you."
If he had the time? Bill's eyes darted around. Why wouldn't he have the time, what was he missingâ?
His gaze locked on Ford. Floating twenty, thirty feet out from the cliff's edge. Oh.
Bill let the Axolotl's gravity drag him to the edge of the cliff before digging a hand into the ground, holding himself in place. Bill was safe; Dipper's body was safe, and his soul could float home once the Axolotl was gone. But when the Axolotl was gone, gravity would immediately come backâ0 to 100, just like thatâand Ford was dead.
And the Axolotl was already turning away. The millions of axolotls in the water below followed, moving through and out of the lake as though the lakebed didn't exist, migrating in the Axolotl's wake.
Ford was unsuccessfully trying to swim through the air back to land. Several useless feet of cable from his infinity belt floating around him from trying to fling it at the cliff. The best he could do was stretch an arm toward land.
He met Bill's eyes. The only other time Bill had seen Ford this terrified was when he'd threatened to torture the kids.
Bill looked at Ford, looked at the Axolotlânearly too far to shout toâand looked down. By now, the future death he'd witnessed earlier was so close that Bill could see more than the blood to be left on the rocks. He could see the bodyâgray hair, tan overcoat, broken. It was just a few moments away.
Stanford Pines was about to die. Bill Cipher was innocent. Dipper was his witness; Dipper, honest goody hero type, could verify that Bill not only repeatedly told them both to stay away from the thing in the sky, but also warned them to anchor themselves right before totality. Everyone at the shack knew he'd protested, knew he'd warned them, knew he'd begged to stay home. There was no possible way Bill could get blamed for this.
And once Ford was dead, none of the idiots in this town would ever find a way to destroy Bill.
Up to you.
Bill didn't stop to think.
He kicked off the edge of the cliff.
He could see, hovering in the air like a golden arc amidst a dozen blurry failures, the path he needed to jump to reach Ford. The Axolotl's tail was already soaring over the town, his sky blue fins rippling like vast, slow sails. If Bill reached Ford before the Axolotl's influence was completely gone, he could fly them over the lake and they might both survive.Â
They collided. Bill had to fling an arm over Ford's shoulder before he managed to get a grip on his lapel; Ford seized Bill's hoodie in both hands. Ford demanded, "What are youâ?" He fell silent as their trajectory took a sudden sharp turn from south to east.
"The lake!"
Ford nodded. Why could come if they both survived. He could already feel weight grabbing onto his limbs. He spared a split-second glance down, but with half the lake floating in the air he couldn't tell if they'd cleared its banks yet. "Have you ever learned to swim?"
"You have to learn?!"
Ford prayed, if Bill drowned, that he was a mortal, and that he wasn't the kind of drowner who dragged other people down with him. "Cross your ankles as tightly as you can, cross your arms over your chest, land feet first in the waterâbetter to break your legs than your neckâdo not tilt your head, eyes on the horizonâ" And that was as much emergency survival advice as he could give before gravity returned in full force.
This wasn't the first time Ford had plummeted into a deep liquid from an irresponsible height over the past thirty years. The hit was softer than he expectedâthe turbulent lake hadn't settled back down into its normal water pressureâbut he also sank far deeper than he expected. Streams of bubbles raced past his vision; maybe it was just the power of suggestion, but he could have sworn they looked like transparent axolotls.
As soon as he had his wits about him, he threw off his coat, tugged off his boots, and kicked his way toward the surface.
Bill didn't.
This actually wasn't so bad, he thought, with a calmness that definitely came from being such a rational level-headed fellow and not from being in shock. Sure, all the air had been forced out of his lungs and his body was screaming in airless panic, but he wasn't his body, was he? This felt just like floating. He would miss floating again.
What was he supposed to do now.
He'd seen humans swim. He tried kicking his legs. He felt stupid. But, he decidedâagain, with a calmness that definitely was not from shockâthat looking kinda stupid was probably preferable to drowning. Although he was curious what drowning felt like. Had he ever drowned a puppet before? He couldn't remember. Didn't seem bad so far.
He surfaced.
Ford was already on shore, on hands and knees, desperately coughing out water, his lungs burning. He collapsed in the sand. It took a couple minutes for him to reach the point where he was breathing more than he was coughing, and another minute of heavy breathing before he had the energy to look at the lake again. Bill was floating on his back about fifty feet away, very still.
Ford croaked, "Bill," coughed again, and tried a little louder. "Bill?"
Without otherwise moving, Bill raised one arm and gave him a thumbs-up.
Ford dug into what energy reserves he still had, shuffled back into the water, and swam over to Bill. "Are you all right?"
Bill gave him a dazed look, opened his mouth, and exhaled a cup of water. Then he started coughing.Â
Ford grimaced. "Let's... get to shore." He took Bill's arm to tug him toward dry land.
Bill flailed upright and shoved him off. "Don'tâ" Hack. "M'fine. I lâ" Cough. "I like floating." He lay on his back, shut his eyes, and said shakily, "Don't touch me."
Ford treaded water for a moment, considering that. Bill looked like he'd got the hang of floating enough that he wasn't an immediate drown risk, so Ford said, "I'll... be on land."
"'Kay."
Ford swam to shore and sat cross-legged in the wet sand to wait, staring down at his hands. The Handwitch's ring was a bright indigo blue again, no traces of darkness within the cabochon, as though the lake water had washed it clean.
Should he go do something useful? There weren't many places Bill could go, except to shore; it wasn't like he was at risk of escaping. But then if Bill did make it to land while Ford was distracted, he had a chance to make a run for it without the braceletâ
Ford stood up. "Bill! Where's Dipper?!"
Bill raised one arm and pointed up.
Ford looked at Gravity Peak. A small speck high above, Dipper was looking down over the cliff's edge. Ford waved to him. Dipper waved back. Well. That was inconvenient. Maybe Ford could restrain Bill with the infinity belt's cable in the meantime. (He reeled the cable in while he was thinking about it. He was fortunate it hadn't tangled on anything while he was underwater.)
"We have to rendezvous with Dipper. Get over here."
"Just leave me."
"Not an option."
Bill let out a pitiable whine, but, after a moment, managed to figure out a way to slowly paddle-kick his way toward land.
When his heels hit sand, he rolled over, crawled onto land, and lay down. "Gravity," he groaned. "I hate gravity."
"I'm not too fond of it myself right now." Ford's limbs felt like lead. Some combination of spending a day and a half in steadily reduced gravity, the exhaustion following a near death experience, and waterlogged clothes. "Where are the enchanted bracelets?"
Bill lifted one hand from the elbow and pointed toward the cliff again.
That'd be just Ford's luck. All the same, he said, "Really?" Bill would hide them if they were on him.
"Yes, really. Whaddaya want, a strip search?" He gestured vaguely toward his body without lifting his head. "Go ahead. 'M not moving to help." His arm flopped back down.
Ford decided that was a bluff he did not want to call. "Fine. We'll put them back on when we rendezvous with Dipper." If Bill tried to escape, Ford wasn't sure he was in any condition to chase; but then Bill didn't seem to be in any condition to run, either.
"Surprised you wanna wear matching bracelets with me. If I'd known, I woulda made you a friendship bracelet." Under his breath, Bill muttered at the sand, "But m'sure it'd've been a waste of thread."
Ford decided it was more prudent to hold his tongue. "Can you walk?"
"If I have to." For as difficult as Bill made getting to his feet look, one would think he was being subjected to the gravity of Jupiter. Ford offered his hand; Bill smacked it aside.
"Well. My raft is still in the cave behind Trembley Falls, so we'll have to borrow a boat." Ford pointed toward Tate & Backle's Bait & Tackle at the far end of the lake. "Think you can make it that far?"
Billâbarefoot, soggy, and slumped like he had the whole weight of the world on his shouldersâgave Ford the most pathetic look he'd ever seen Bill wear. Ford empathized completely. But Bill only sighed and said, "Let's get going."
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Tate lowered his magazine to give Ford a critical look. "Dr. Pines," he said. "You get caught out on the lake when the gravity came back?"
"Something like that."
He shook his head. "Shoulda listened to the news."
"The news?"
"Dad's been making public warnings since yesterday. 'Stay anchored and keep your head down.' Reckon you must've missed it."
"We've... been camping." He'd have to ask Fiddleford about that later. "Listenâdo you have a boat we could borrow? It's an emergency. We were separated from Dipper and we have to get across the lake."
Tate raised his hat just enough to give Ford a look that told him exactly what he thought of his merit as a guardianâFord figured he deserved thatâbut then stood with a sigh. "All right, I'll see what we've got."
He paused, then gestured behind Ford with his chin. "Who's the lady?"
Ford turned. The shop's door was propped open and Bill was leaning in the doorway, arms crossed tight, staring blankly out across the lake. "ErâGoldie. She's... staying in the shack a few weeks."
"Hm." Tate raised his voice. "Ma'am?"
Bill didn't budge.
"Ma'amâMiss Goldie?"
That time he turned to give Tate a faraway look. "Me?"
"Yes, uhâyou're soaked to the bone. Would you like to borrow some dry clothes?"
"Oh." Bill considered the question for a little longer than necessary. "If you want."
Ford explained, "She inhaled a lot of water."
Tate nodded. "Think we've got some out-of-season stock in the back, there might be something big enough for..." He caught himself before insinuating something about a lady's weight, and mumbled, "Well, it'll do." He headed to a door behind the counter, paused, looked Ford over, and reluctantly said, "I s'pose you can get something too."
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Tate had a motorboat in good working order, so he let them borrow it, with a stern request to have it back by the end of the day. And so they set outâFord in waders that went up to his chest, a bandana he really hoped was keeping his embarrassing neck tattoo hidden, and a t-shirt that said "The worst day of fishing is better than the best day of court-ordered anger management classes"; and Bill in a makeshift skirt Tate had apologetically improvised out of a beach towel, a sweater depicting a pine tree constructed out of fish that said "MERRY FISHMAS", and a pair of novelty slippers shaped like rainbow trout.
"I'm never giving these shoes back," Bill informed Ford as they crossed the lake. "I don't care whether we buy them or steal them. They're hilarious." It was the nearest thing to personality Bill had demonstrated since landing in the lake.
Ford supposed he was in no position to tell Bill he couldn't keep them, considering that Bill had... well.
Well.
Ford should say something about that. He didn't know what. He didn't know where to start. (Bill's question came back to him: if Ford didn't believe anything Bill said, why did he keep trying to pry information out of him?)
(Because, he realizedâbeneath thirty years of every nerve in his body screaming "DON'T TRUST HIM"âpart of him was still hoping Bill would say something he could believe.)
Ford cleared his throat. "It's... impressive that you didn't panic while you were underwater," he said awkwardly. "That must have taken remarkable self control."
"Oh. Eh." Bill spread his hands vaguely. "I wasn't really paying attention to what was happening. I was thinking about other stuff."
Ford blinked. "While you were drowning?"
"It wasn't a very severe drowning."
Ford huffed.
This was probably a conversation he should have laterâBill's brain only appeared to be half onâbut, if they had it later, Ford wasn't sure he'd get anything but yet another polished lie.Â
And so he steeled his nerves and asked, "Why did you save me."
Bill didn't answer. He stared silently at his rainbow trout slippers.
"Billâ?"
"Hold on," he said. "I don't know, justâgive me a minute to make something up."
It was the first time in a month and a halfâthe first time in yearsâthat Ford was absolutely certain Bill had just told him the truth.
And not just about his intentions to lie to Fordâbut about not knowing why he'd saved him.
It meant there was no secret master plan, no manipulative ulterior motives, no cunning illusions. It meant Bill had endangered himself just to save Ford.
There was a universe where Ford then said, "I didn't think you meant it all those times you said you wanted to be my friend again," and where Bill liedâboth to Ford and to himselfâ"I didn't think I meant it either." It wasn't this universe, because neither one of them wanted those words out in the world. Yet they still hovered around them, unspoken.
It didn't make Ford trust Bill. It didn't make Ford like Bill. Bill was still everything he'd ever beenâliar, conman, tyrant, torturerâand Ford still hated him for all of it.
But. It meant that for the first time in a month in a half, a muscle between Ford's shoulder blades that had been knotted tight with fear could finally loosen and relax.
Ford was safe.
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(I first had the idea for this chapter nearly a year ago and I've been dying waiting to post it. I hope you enjoyed, and I can't wait to hear what y'all think! And to those of you in the path of totality, happy solar eclipse this Monday! I totally planned it this way. I did not.)
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đČâ. THEODORE NOTT FICS HALL OF FAME đ â Ę .
so this summer marks a year since i started obsessing over this stupid stupid handsome beautiful amazing of a character and it is actually insane. i always used to have phases for different characters and it changed like every two weeks but for the past year it's been him and him only. embarrassing. but well â i've read a lot of amazing pieces of fiction about him so here i am to give some appreciation! these are my favourites with top notch writing and plot and portrayal of the character and everything else!!! in no particular order
spring breaks loose by @fangisms GOD i love her work!! she also wrote darling socialite which is possibly even more amazing (and i actually requested it hehe and i love it so much)
next we have @cassiopeiasdaughter (this is really just a list of my favourite authors here) with mirrorball (requested by me again, this is also maybe just a list of stuff i requested, i am shameless with this) and this cute little drabble about theo and the reader's cat <3
honestly i could just write everything i said before about everything that's coming next. i looove when @veryberryjelly does these events and here's my favourite one of these!!
this is smut and i feel weird recommending something smutty but its a really really well written thing so you need to read it if you like this type of thing
so i don't normally like to read series but i loooooved kiss with a fist by @theostrophywife!!! (sorry i can't find the og masterlist post in my likes to link it but you'll find it)
@patrophthia has some amaaaazing fics! love is sour grapes and take you to the basics and these plot bunnies and genuinely anything else by her! there's i think this fic set in the summer that i can't remember the name of. and the one based on "bewitched" by laufey! so good! and my favourite way of writing theo's character like ever
laughs in the courtyard is the cutest ever and i think one of the first fics i've read about theo?
these headcanons are straight out of my dreams!! often reread them just to have him more visualised in my head and some parts feel literally straight out of my brain
so i don't read angst almost at all, i like sweet and nice and happy things but moonlight & masks as well as mio, both in kind of the same vibe i just adore! i guess war angst i don't mind. especially when it's so good!
now this is kind of toxic and manipulative theo but i loooove control freak<3 i linked part two but obviously start with the first. both awesome
and last by not least @artytaeh is probably my favourite author here right now!! this masterlist has no misses only hits <3 you gotta read it all right now. again, this portrayal of theo and everything else is just perfect
okay thank youuuuuu for reading and i hope you read everything on this list because it's all fantastic! bye bye kiss kiss goodnight
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omegle sexting with Fyodor. âĄ
midnight confessions.
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ïč đŠ ïčââ parings: fyodor dostoevsky x fem!reader âĄ
â^. .^ââ ââ content warnings / tags : nsfw content (mdni), college!au, fyodor is mean, nasty absolutely filthy smut, reader is a freshman, fyodor uses the pseud ghost face online, light corruption kink, sexting, petnames, degradation, fyodor is a sadic, dirt talk, light dom/sub dynamic, implied catholic guilt, fyodor is a creep perv âĄ
ïč đȘ ïčââ synopsis : Why you were still awake? It was the middle of the night, and the student dormitory rested in the silence of the moonlit hours. However, your insomnia and a restless curiosity propelled you into the vastness of the internet. Your idea was curious but fitting for the moment. You decided to venture into anonymous chat sites, just like you used to do in your adolescence. Maybe that would be enough to make you sleepy.
Of course, there was a chance you would encounter a creep in those forums. But at this point, who cared? The night was incredibly boring; you needed to take the risk, needed to seek excitement.
ïč đ©ž ïčââ author's note : GUESS WHOS BACKKK i wrote this listening to my late night texts playlist so the content here is JUICYYY i canât get enough of pervy fedya content so HERE I AM also i had the idea to write this thanks to this one fyodor fanart i hope you enjoy it <3
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Stranger: Not always, but enough to recognize the other regular people chatting here. You must be new.
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You: oohh smooth ;) how did you know?
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Stranger: You can recognize a newbie a mile away. No one talks this open and nice.
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Stranger: You seem to have caught my attention. What is your name?
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You: mhmm⊠isnât dangerous tell my name online?
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Stranger: Ahh, I like this one. You see, you are right, the internet is dangerous, but we, people who frequent those websites, are even more dangerous.
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Stranger: but I can find your location in one hour, so what is the harm to give me your name, sweetheart?
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You: playing dangerous, hm? I like that ;)
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Stranger: Ah? Cute name, fits such cute creature.
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Stranger: Pretty boy, huh? If people could hear you, they might think that I am some kind of lady magnet.
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Stranger: Maybe I shouldnât be enjoying this so much.
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You: Oh? Why not, Ghost Face?
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Stranger: Ah, you are such a tease. I canât imagine what secrets you are hiding, but now, I am even more interested in you. What a dangerous girl.
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Stranger: Flatter me more, pretty girl. I'll play along with your mind games for some more time.
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You chuckled, feeling your cheeks warm again. Whoever was behind that screen, that person knew how to get reactions out of you.
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You: mmm⊠smooth, yeah?
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Stranger: You little vixen.
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Stranger: You know it. But, to my surprise, you might be smoother than a snake. I wonder how many guys you make blush?
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You: ah, not that many. Iâm pretty lonely at college
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Stranger: Lonely at college? Now that is surprising. I thought that you should have boys chasing you. You must be really shy, huh?
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You: uhhh kindaâŠ
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You: youâre a good people reader
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Stranger: You know, I really do like your attention. You are really making my night, pretty girl. And don't worry, I'm not a people reader. But I am really good at reading you.
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You: smooth as always, Ghostie, hm?
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You: Ghost, are you in college too?
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Stranger: Yeah.
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Stranger: I major computer science and work remotely.
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You: really?
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You: tell me more about you work
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Stranger: Well, to be totally honest with you, it is a shady kind of job. I work with some not so nice people with even nastier interests.
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You: ah⊠so Ghost Face is a bad boy, huh? tell me more about it
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Stranger: You caught me, pretty girl. I am a bad boy, not going to deny it. I do all kind of thing related to computers and technology. Things that many would consider illegal.
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Stranger: Let's just say I help people getting information that should stay hidden.
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You: mhmmm⊠that explains why are you so smooth
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Stranger: Thank you, pretty girl. I like the way you compliment me. You are really making my night, you know? Would you like to know the other reason I am smooth?
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You: yeah? tell me, Ghostie
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Stranger: Damn. You really do want to hear it, donât you? I know you are very innocent right now, but be careful of what you wish for. You might not be ready for what you are going to hear.
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Stranger: You know, in a world of deception, people like me find it hard to trust someone. But I trust, for some weird reason, you. So there is one important question that I want you to answer. It will be an important step to show me how much I can trust you.
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Stranger: Do you have a boyfriend?
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You: no ;)
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You: mhmmm⊠itâs kinda late
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Stranger: Yes, it is late, and you have no excuse for your misdeed. If I was your boyfriend I would never let you be alone when it is this time. You would be with me all night, in my room. You would not be up late talking to strangers on anonymous sites.
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You: oh, Ghost⊠youâre making me soaked, mm?
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Stranger: Oh, darling, is it starting to feel hot between us? You know what I would do if I was your boyfriend in this very moment?
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You: mhmmm⊠tell me
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Stranger: You want to know? Well, darling, first, I would whisper all my naughty thoughts to your ear. I would tell you all the things people would say are gross. And I would kiss you all over your body. I would make you feel good, in places you would not dare to touch.
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You: oh, GhostâŠ
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Stranger: Oh, dear, I am gonna give you attention like you deserve it. You are only my girl and I will make it very clear. I will show you the pleasures of the world so you only think of me. I will give you so much pleasure I hope you never want to leave my side.
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You: I think you should give me your real number
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You: so we can go more private yk
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Stranger: You can call me Fyodor. ;)
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Fyodor: Sure, I would love to hear your voice.
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â ⊠Hello?â You said slightly unsure of having called the boy.
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âOh, oh, you sound so sweet, darling.â Fyodor said. âYour voice is soft and gentle. You sound like the kind of girl a man would want to listen to all day long. You make me feel things, sweetheart.â He said after a deep breath. âPlease, can you tell me where you are right now, dear? Are you in bed?â
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âPlease, let me know how the bed feels... Are you comfortable? Does it feel nice to have the bed all for yourself? I would love to be in bed with you...â He chuckled.
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âMm⊠my bed is pretty cozy. The college dorms are not that big, but they are pretty comfortable.â You answered.
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âOh, dear, this is so much better. If I was with you right now, I would want to feel your skin against mine.â Fyodor whispered the last part, leaving you in chills. âFuck.â He whispered again. âI have to turn down, but we can keep chatting.â
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You: Iâm wearing something you might like right now.
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Fyodor: Lord, please forgive meâŠ
Fyodor: But, God, youâre making me feel so fucking weirdâŠ
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Fyodor: If you were here right now, the things Iâd do with you⊠shit, Iâm definitely not seeing the gates of heaven.
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Fyodor: So, my dear, youâre comfortable with this?
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You: Yeah!
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Fyodor: Let me make you another question. Do you trust me?
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Fyodor: Let me take care of you tonight. itâs too bad Iâm not there with you⊠I canât get enough of you.
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Fyodor: But tell me, what do you like?
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You: I donât know⊠I never did it before.
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Fyodor: Then, how about we find out together?
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Fyodor: I want to explore your body if youâd let me. Would you?
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You: Go ahead.
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Fyodor: Darling, youâre such a fucking tease, you know that? We've only been talking for a few hours and I want to do the wildest things with you. You're making me think the biggest dirty thoughts, you're awakening things in me that I didn't even know could exist. All I can think of is your pretty lips around me.
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You: MmmmâŠ
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You: Now youâre making me want it too.
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Fyodor: Dear, touch your thighs.
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Fyodor: Gently.
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Fyodor: God, your hair looks so silky.
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Fyodor: I wish I could caress it as youâre on your knees.
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You: I need you.
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Fyodor: I need you too, dear. I crave you.
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Fyodor: Darling, are you caressing your thighs as I requested?
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Fyodor: Oh, of course I will, my darling.
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Fyodor: But first I need you to touch your beautiful exposed thighs.
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Fyodor: You could see my hands on the picture, right? Imagine my hand on your thighs.
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You: your hands are pretty bigâŠ
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Fyodor: Yeah? Feel them. Feel them caressing you, gripping you, scratching you. Feels good, yeah?
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You: youâre making me feel so itchyâŠ
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You: I need to touch it, Fedya :(
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Fyodor: Hm? I am the one touching you, dear.
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Fyodor: And itâs not time for it yet.
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Fyodor: Now, put your hands on your chest. Grip them, feel all the softness
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You: fuck
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You: I want to scream your name, Fedya :(
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You: I need you.
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Fyodor: I crave you too, my darling. Watching you like this makes me want to touch myself too⊠should I?
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You: please
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Fyodor: My dear, can I call you? I need to heat your voice again.
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You felt your heart race when you saw that Fyodor was calling you. You had already heard the manâs voice a few minutes ago. But now, they were more intimate than ever. You felt your body heat up as you imagined the dirty things Fyodor would say to you in a few seconds.
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âDear?â Fyodor said with a husky voice. You wondered if he could hear your heartbeat. âNow, let's get started.â He continued. âClose your eyes and imagine me touching you all over your body, running my hands over every inch of your skin.â Fyodor could hear your deep breath. âCan you feel it? The anticipation building up inside you?â
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âFedyaâŠâ You whispered. âYes, I can feel it. I can feel you. God, I wish you were here with me, touching me, feeling my skin against yours.â You tried to say with more posture, but your voice was cracking with sighs and deep breaths.
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âI can't be there with you physically, but we can still explore our desires together in long distance.â He replied. âClose your eyes and imagine my hands on your thighs, slowly moving up towards your hips.â He started to put his hands inside his pants. âCan you feel the warmth of my breath against your skin? The soft touch of my lips on your neck? Can you feel the electricity building between us?â
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âFuck⊠yes. I can. But I want you down there.âYou said with your voice dripping lust.
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âYou want me down there, do you?â He asked. âI want you to imagine that I'm right in front of you, kneeling between your legs. My hands are running up and down your thighs as my lips press against the most sensitive spot on your body. Can you feel it? The heat building up inside you?â Fyodor smiled when he heard the sloppy sound coming from your line. âJust let go and enjoy the pleasure. Let me take control for a while.â
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âI want you to take control of me, Fedya.â You said between deep breaths and dirty whispers. âTo fill me.â
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âFuck⊠I want you to feel every inch of me inside you, filling you up completely.â He answered right after listening to your words. âI want you to touch yourself for me. Imagine that my hands are on your body, touching you exactly how I know you like it.â Fyodor started to caress himself, gripping his manhood. âCan you feel my touch? Can you imagine what it would be like if we were together in person?â
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âYes⊠I can imagine.â You said after a long sigh, sightly moaning. âBut what about you? What are you thinking?â
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âI'm thinking about how much I want to make you mine. I want to see you writhe with pleasure as I take control of your body and give you everything you've been craving.â He smirked.
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âI want to squeeze you.â You confess after a long sigh.
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"I'm already rock hard," He admits, his words tinged with desperation. "I need to fuck something, I need to fuck you, right now. I want you to imagine it inside your tight little pussy, fucking you so hard that your walls are shaking, your body trembling with pleasure and pain.â
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âUh, huh. Sure, everything you want, Fedya.â You said biting her lip.
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"Good girl," He praises. "Now, I want you to rub your legs together, okay? I want you to imagine my cock in your mouth, sucking on it, and swallowing my load. You're a good little naughty girl, aren't you?"
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âYeah, anything for you!â You said in a more poised voice, doing as asked, becoming dizzy with the wave of pleasure that passes through your body.
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"I knew you were a good girl," He says, ready to take things to the next level. "Now, I want you to imagine me fucking you from behind. Imagine me thrusting into your tight little pussy, claiming you as mine. It's hot, isn't it? Keep going as I request, okay?"
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âYouâre so rough⊠I love it.â You said between sloppy sounds and moans.
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âOh, dear," He groans, his words laced with arousal. "I am rough, I admit it. I like to dominate and fuck you hard, leaving you sore and begging for more. I want to make you my little bitch. I'll fuck you until you can't walk, until you can't breathe, until you're completely spent and used up."
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âFuck, keep going.â You were almost screaming now.
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"You're such a good little naughty girl," He compliments, his words dripping with lust. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, so rough, that you'll feel like you've been through hell and back. I'll leave you bruised and battered, with a hole so raw that even the slightest touch will make you scream in pain. I'll fuck you until you can't take any more, and then I'll make you swallow my cum, filling you up with my seed."
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âYou want to fill me up?â You said, feeling the wave of pleasure more and more strong going trough you.
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"Oh, yes," He grits out, his voice growing more intense. "I want to fill you up with my seed, to mark you as mine, to claim you as mine. I'll fuck you so hard that you'll never forget me, never forget what I did to you. I'll make you my slut, and I'll never let you go. I'll own you, possess you, and break you down, piece by piece, until there's nothing left but a broken shell of a woman." He tries to speak with a more husky voice.
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âIâ Iâm close!â You were almost screaming, with the voice dripping lust.
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"I'm about to cum," Fyodor warns, his breathing becoming ragged. "I want to fuck you so hard that your insides are shaking, your body trembling with pleasure and pain. I'll fuck you until you're begging for mercy, until you're too tired to even think, and then I'll make you swallow my cum, filling you up with my seed, making you my cum dumpster, my possession, and I'll never let you go. I'll own you, and I'll destroy you, piece by piece, until you're just a broken doll, a toy for me to play with."
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âMhmmm!â You were moaning for him, inattentive if you would be waking up your colleagues from the student dorm.
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"I'm cumming," Fyodor whispers, his words tinged with lust and satisfaction. "I'll fuck you until you're begging for mercy, until you're too tired to even think, and then I'll make you swallow my cum, filling you up with my seed, making you my whore, my bitch and I'll never let you go.â
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âCum for me, Fedyaâ You said touching your most sensitive spot, yearning for the manâs touch on the other end of the line.
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âF-Fyodorâ! Ahâ!â You screamed, imagining everything that he said. The image of Fyodorâs cock was sent along, and as soon as it appeared in front of you, you could feel the sensations of his words rippling through you. Your heart raced with excitement and fear, and you felt yourself begin to shake from the intensity of it all. You gasped, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over your cheeks.
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"Mhmmm," He moans, his voice thick with desire as he continues to shoot his load.
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âFuck! This was⊠fuck. Iâ I canât even put into wordsâ You said between heavy breaths.
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Fyodor chuckled softly, a sound that reverberated through their connection, sending a wave of heat and desire through your body. He knew exactly what you meant.
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He laughed cruelly at your reaction, savoring the moment. He knew that you was struggling to find the right words to describe how you felt, and he found it amusing that you were so overwhelmed by his presence. He wanted you to feel small and vulnerable, to understand that you were nothing more than a plaything in his world.
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He grunted again, as if it were determined to claim every last inch of you. The feeling was intense, and it only served to fuel his desire for more.
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Desperate (M, 1.3k words)
For forty-one-year-old Draco Malfoy starting his twenty-fourth year of unemployment, the only interesting question is who is he going to sleep with next.
Tags: From Sex to Love, Grumpy Harry, Reclusive Harry, Slutty Draco (non-derogatory), unhealthy coping mechanisms, middle-aged Drarry
Author's note: Wrote this for @kamaela's birthday. Thank you for always being so kind and encouraging! đ
* * *
For eleven-year-old Draco Malfoy starting Hogwarts, the only interesting question about school was who was going to come in second in his year. Imagine his surprise.
For forty-one-year-old Draco Malfoy starting his twenty-fourth year of unemployment, the only interesting question is who is he going to sleep with next.
Some days, it feels like heâs slept with everybody worth sleeping with. Other daysâwell.
* * *
When he was young, Draco Malfoy thought he liked women. He slept with a handful of girls, all very proper and sweet.
Then the war came, and he was in it, and he was tortured by the Dark Lord himself, which rewired his brain somehow, because after the war Draco Malfoy did not like women anymore. Nor anything proper. Or sweet.
Draco Malfoy liked to be fucked like heâd be murdered next.
* * *
Harry Potter is a big old grump. He lives in what should have been Dracoâs house by birthright, nurses a terrifying beard currently in the process of turning grey, and only ever goes out in Muggle London, like the uncivilised brute Draco knows he really is. Draco dreams of being fucked by Harry Potter, the saviour of the wizarding world, the slayer of Dark Lords. And whatever rude people say, Dracoâs a man who works for his dreams.
* * *
âHarry Potter. Out and about. What a surprise.â
Potter barely spares a glance for poor Draco. His eyes are glued to the Muggle TV above the bar, in the process of broadcasting some beastly excuse for movement that the Muggles call sports. There are five empty glasses in front of him, and a cigarette dangling out of his mouth.
âFuck right off, Malfoy.â
âAh, Iâm afraid not,â Draco says, and sits on the barstool next to Harry. âYou go, if my presence bothers you so.â
âI donât give a shit about your presence.â
âBeautiful. Have you taken to writing poetry, by any chance?â
âTell me, Malfoy,â Potter says, slowly turning those grotesquely green eyes towards him. âYou look like someone who makes enemies in every room he walks into. How come youâre still alive?â
âI have my ways.â
âAha,â Potter says, emptying his sixth glass of whiskey, eyes back on the TV. âIâve heard about your ways.â
âWould you like some first-hand experience with them?â
Potter lets out a chuckle, a loud and brutish sound.
âHave you been following me?â
âHardly. Iâve been coming here every night for six months. Ask Robert.â
âWhoâs Robert?â
âIâm Robert,â the barman says, pouring Potterâs seventh drink.
âAh. Nice to meet you, Robert,â Potter says, and raises his drink. âSo. Has he?â
âYes.â
Potter turns to Draco. Offers a vicious smile that makes Dracoâs body tingle in all the right places.
âI used to come here all the time. Before the Prophet published a photo of me. Six months ago.â
Draco shrugs. âCanât a boy try his luck?â
Potter leans forward and pulls Dracoâs stool closer to him.
âYouâre no boy. Youâre a slut.â
âOh, yes,â Draco moans, biting his lip. âI am. Iâm a bad, bad slut.â
* * *
Harry Potter fucks like he goes to war. Thereâs no fear there, no second guessing. Draco could die now, bent over a dirty sink in a dingy Muggle bar, and heâd be happy. He should die, actually, because what else is there to experience? He has peaked, and life can only be a disappointment from this point on.
âPlease,â he begs when all is done. âAgain.â
âYou make a compelling argument,â Potter says, pulling up his pants. âBut there are people queuing outside.â
âIâll get rid of them. Iâll kill them. Nobody will miss them too much, Iâm sure.â
âHow about this,â Potter says, fixing his hair back in a ponytail. âYou keep coming here every night for another six months, and maybe Iâll drop by again.â
âDonât play with me, Potter. You know I will.â
âOh, I know.â
* * *
Draco expects Potter to torture him for at least a couple of weeks, but he strolls into that cursed Muggle pub the next day. Heâs wearing jeans and a ripped t-shirt. Truly living up to his reputation of decorated ex-Auror and beloved hero, this one.
âMy, my,â he says, sitting next to Draco and gesturing to Robert for a drink. âWhat a good pet.â
âAha,â Draco says, draping himself all over Potterâs offensively attractive attire.
âLet me get a drink in me first,â Potter says, struggling to keep Draco at armâs length.
âIf you wanted a drink, you could have gone to another pub.â
* * *
Robert bans them eventually. Dracoâs about to Obliviate him but Potter solves the issue by inviting him to his house.
âYou mean, my house,â Draco corrects him.
Potter doesnât seem impressed. âHow about we call it a night, then.â
âFine. I relinquish all rights to that home. You can have it forever. You can have the Manor, too, if you want.â
Potter laughs, and grabs Dracoâs arm. âI love how desperate you are.â
âOh, Iâm desperate, alright.â
Five minutes later, Dracoâs thirst is finally quenched when Potter bends him over a Black encrusted dining room table. Draco discovers he has quite the taste for family intrusions.
âIn front of my great-grandmotherâs portrait next, please,â he begs. Potter, the charitable soul he is, complies. Predictably, his great-grandmother calls Potter Muggle-loving filth.
âHe is, granny,â Draco moans, face squished against some dusty yet tasteful wallpaper. âHeâs the filthiest person thatâs ever lived.â
* * *
âAre you some form of house pest? A Black family curse? Why canât I get rid of you?â Potter says when Draco shows up on his doorstep, carrying a bottle of wine and appetisers as any man of the world would.
âGet rid of me, then,â Draco says, and walks in.
* * *
Potter is on an agenda to steal Dracoâs elves and have them clean his shithole of a house. Itâs the only reasonable explanation for why heâs taken to drinking with them.
âStop entertaining the staff. You should be entertaining the Master. And thereâs no smoking in the sunroom.â
âThere is, now,â Potter says, lighting up a second cigarette with his wand. âThereâs a new Master around here.â
âMaster Potter,â the elves say in unison, drunk on the Butterbeer Draco keeps for his nephew.
* * *
Itâs all fun and games until Draco catches feelings.
âIâm sick,â he tells anybody who cares to listen, and also those who donât. âJe suis gravement malade.â
âPull down the shades,â he tells the house elves from under the heavy duvet. âOwl the Healer.â
âMaybe Master Malfoy should tell Master Potter how he feels.â
âClothes! Somebody bring clothes!â
* * *
âI heard through the grapevine that youâve fallen ill.â
Draco peeks at Potter from under his duvet.
âItâs true. Iâm dying.â
The bed jounces when Potter sits down next to him. He puts a hand on Dracoâs un-feverish forehead.
âIt sure looks like it.â
âI just want you to know, I lied about the Manor. Iâm leaving everything to my elves.â
Potterâs hand moves down Dracoâs face.
âWhere have you been? Iâve missed you.â
âYou have?â Draco says, his illness intensifying.
âYes.â
âI thought I was a curse you couldnât get rid of.â
âYou are. Youâve been slacking on the job lately.
Something sharp rattles in Dracoâs chest. He moves away from Potterâs touch, and hides under the duvet.
âHey,â Potter says, leaning until his hand finds Dracoâs waist through the thick material. âWhat happened?â
Silence.
âDo you want me to leave?â
Slowly, Draco shakes his head under the duvet.
âDo you want me to stay?â
Draco nods.
Draco hears ruffling and squeaking, and then Potter gets under the duvet. Heâs hot, like a cat.
âWhere did all your eloquence go?â Potter says, gathering him in his arms. âWhat happened to all your fancy words?â
Draco buries his head in Potterâs chest. Takes a deep breath.
âI turn stupid when Iâm in love. Itâs a debilitating illness.â
âYouâre a debilitating illness,â Potter says, and kisses his forehead. âAnd Iâm chronically ill.â
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trust me with it | choso kamo
choso has experienced so much of what it is to be human already, but you're slowly making him realise that he's far more human than he thought.
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tags: 18+ canonverse choso kamo x fem!sorcerer reader, minor manga spoilers, (nothing plot wise is mentioned other than yuuji and megumi reuniting/implied culling games arc/ post shibuya incident arc), loss of virginity (virgin choso) but still soft dom choso, corruption kink too I guess?? choso has a big dick, breeding kink, size kink, slight praise kink, belly bulge, unprotected sex, use of "human/little human," light love confession/confession of feelings-so sex with feelings? low-key self indulgent, not beta read, vvv intense sex, possessive/smitten choso (slightly yandere at the end??)
authorâs note đ: (nov 23): hope this isnât a little too ooc, ive been dying to write something for choso and this came to me so i had to write it! virgin characters are my faves to writeđ€(june 24): I HAVE HAD THIS SAT IN MY DRAFTS SINCE NOVEMBER AND WANTED TO SET IT FREEđđđ
Choso had been plunged into a world of the unknown from the moment he met you. Before you, he liked to believe that one hundred and fifty years of existence meant that his wisdom would always be the indispensable weapon against which he truly fearedâthe unknown, and the humanity of his heart.
He was hardly a stranger to continuous, repetitive loops of thought but it felt as if his brain had rewired itself. Not even his inner world was safe from the insatiable need to be near you, his own thoughts searched for you when they dared stray elsewhere.Â
He thumped the tile before him, hot water scalding his back as he willed his hopeless blood to answer him. It was acting on its accord all the time, his heart nothing but frenzied beating in his chest, not even his body in his own control anymore.
The need to be near you, to feel you and touch you in ways he couldnât even explain was going to be his undoing tonight. Sharing a room with you seemed to send equal prickles of fear and excitement through him.
You reached out for your reflection in the glass as if youâd throttle it but chose to reach out and trail patterns against the window instead. You wrote nonsense for a few moments, before cursed energy started to zap through your fingertips in minute electric pulses. A shower normally reset you after a day like this, but you supposed this was a rather special circumstance.Â
You were glad to be alive even though you didnât feel you deserved it and the weight of your fellow sorcerers still slugged down your shoulders. The responsibility for your students was an ever present taste in your mouth. You eyed your tattered uniform beside you, all too grateful for the hotel robe Choso had insisted you wear after he picked apart the suitcase left by the last guests. It was soft and fluffy, perfect for how light your body felt after your shower and admittedly around Choso.
You gripped your stomach, the guilt demanding to be free. Your head was still fuzzy from how hot youâd had your shower, as youâd yearned to wash away all that had happened. But that would be a dream, âSatoru, Iâm sorry I wasnât there,â you whispered, laying your forehead against the cool glass.
Thankfully the wailing vibrations of a nearby car alarm rattled through the glass and then your ears, dragging you from the dark edges of your mind.Â
You peered down below at the scene, squinting to figure out the cause of the chaos. Cackles of maniacal laughter followed sounds of crumbling concrete as your eyes darted from fire to fire. When one was extinguished another rose up in its place. Yet the neon lights of Tokyo still shone, a loyal audience and an ever present reminder of what life used to be like.Â
It was pure anarchy, like waking up from one nightmare and going right back into another. Yet the world was not ending and then starting again it just kept ending instead.Â
You werenât sure what was worse, the hell out there, or the one in this room? Choso wasnât quite sure either, he thought as much as he watched you intently from the doorway of the bathroom. He found he could often do so and never tire of it because there was a fluidity to your movements that calmed him, something that reminded him of water, like warm waves somewhere safe.Â
He liked that about you, he liked a lot about you.Â
You glanced at his reflection in the glass, and resisted smiling at how he watched you so attentively. Concern knitted his features into something soft and more approachable than the expression he usually showed everyone else.
He was so cute and serious all at once that it was infuriating. He towered over you in height and his hands dwarfed yours, every feature of his face was dark and perfect, and maddeningly symmetrical like he was crafted in heaven, like some kind of dark, beautiful, fallen angel.Â
But nothing about Choso was what you expected, that you learned early. He might have looked intimidating, but he was careful and patient, he stopped to admire flowers when he thought nobody was watching, he didnât always say a lot, nor did he smile often, but he had an array of expressions that always managed to move you in some way.
You sighed. You resented how heâd managed to send the usually calm waves of your heart into a frenzy, a full blown tsunami.Â
But you couldnât hate him, it was impossible. Not when every interaction you had together, you treasured so sincerely. You casted your mind back to just nights ago, when you were sitting together on a roof in some district, sharing konbini raided food together under the stars. He held his onigiri out to cheers with yours, a phantom smile on his lips before he took a bite.Â
Or when your hand brushed his as you were walking back and he frowned at how cold it was, clasping it immediately on instinct with his large, warm hand. You tried to shake his grip but he shook his head and clasped it tighter, urging you to keep up with his pace. You didnât argue it any further.
Then just this morning after passing through what used to be a department store. You all but yelped when you felt something hook around your throat from behind. But a hand landing atop of your head quickly stopped your thrashing, âItâs just me.â You heard the glimmer of his smile, turning with one of your own. Â
He was still smiling, simply as if he was so fond of you that words were futile to express the depth. Your throat went dry as he adjusted the scarf on you, âI found this,â he murmured, before continuing ahead, turning to beckon you when you stood there frozen.Â
This person often acted without words and out of pure kindness and it baffled you. You knew what he had done and what he was capable of, but every wordless gesture, reassuring nod, and the warm brush of his fingertips against yours had you rethinking everything about love.Â
His deep voice settled through your body and calmed your rising nerves. Heâd only said your name but it sounded like the unmistakable call to come home, it made you feel like a child again.
You were still standing at the window, then, he thought, no doubt thinking of other sorcerers, of Satoru, at least you knew Yuuji and Megumi were safe, only a few doors down.
âYou should sleep,â he murmured, soft footsteps growing close until his body heat somehow billowed against your nape.
It was easier to face yourself than him right now, so you dared not meet your faces in the reflection staring back at you. âWhat are you thinking about?â
You wanted to speak but found yourself trembling, silent tears rushed to embrace your palms, staggering where you stood you tried to cover your eyes, but Choso was already there. You felt his strong arms lock around you, stilling the tremors that shook you. You stiffened at first before you melted, the hard pieces of you pooling to his feet like wax.Â
âWhat are you doing, Choso?â
âI felt like it was right,â he whispered, resting his chin upon your head. Instinctively his hands cupped your cheeks, swiping away the warm tears rolling there. âYou stopped shaking.â
You couldnât breathe now for entirely different reasons, being handled so tenderly seemed to make you even more tearful.Â
The commotion of the fighting in the distance seemed to unsettle you more, making Choso exhale suddenly through his nose. âIâŠwish you didnât have to see that.â
Your lips parted, âI donât want to think about anything anymore Choso,â you croaked. âI donât want to think about anything.â
âCan you think about me?â he bashfully asked, stroking his hands through your hair. âI just want to help you.â
âI donât want to burden you, just go to bed, okay?â
He stiffened against you, unhanding you to head over to bed.
âYou donât have to fight how you feel around me. Iâm not one of your students.â
âI know.â You refused to let yourself crumble anymore around him, it was too dangerous, for so many reasons.
âWe have to rest so we can fight,â he murmured. You turned to find him gesturing again to the space beside him. You sighed and he countered you with an even louder one. He crossed his arms as you smirked at the sound, âDonât be stubborn. You need to sleep.âÂ
His bluntness was something he did to lessen the burden of talking at times, but when he spoke to you it felt as if he did it to protect your heart. It was obvious he didnât always know how he should say things before others, but with you it came easy.Â
You let out a bitter laugh, wrapping your arms around your cold body. âYou know, Choso? The more time passes, I can see that youâre an older sibling.â
He decided to take that as a compliment, humming in gratitude before continuing to pat the empty space beside him. âThen listen, come here and sleep. You canât sleep over there.â
He cocked his brow at you, âCan you?âÂ
âListen, I donât care what Yuuji says, alright? I don't trust you.â
You immediately covered your mouth as if to take the projectiled words back. You turned back quick enough to see the frown on his face before it was gone before he impassively said, âAt least trust him.â
Your eyes held each other's gaze until you refused to be lost in the beautiful unsurety of those dark brown eyes. So you stared back at the moon instead, wondering how you found time crumbling into nothing whenever you looked at him. You were trying to ignore the pangs of your heart, asking it why it had chosen now to fall for this half-human, half-curse you found so utterly captivating.Â
Even with your back to him the reflection of him was clear beside you, not willing to leave your side. He was wearing whatever clothes the last guests had left. A black t-shirt and some loose sweatpants, and his hair was loose and silky at his shoulders from his shower, and his skin was still flushed from it, too.Â
The image beside you, and the reality behind you caged you in, forcing you to face your true desires and the guilt that was tugging at your gut. He was innocently offering you space beside him to rest and your mind was everywhere else. You couldnât ignore how seductive he sounded when he spoke this late at night, or how the sight of him reclining against the headboard with his thighs slightly spread like that was so sexually charged it was making your thoughts run wild.Â
Without his usual clothing you could see how thick his biceps were, and how broad his chest really was. You longed for him to touch you, to hold you, to explore you so he could learn what being human really meant.
His aura and general demeanour was so undeniably strong it had you wondering how much longer heâd play this game with you, and what heâd do to you if you gave him the opportunity. But a part of you also doubted that he felt that way about you, or anyone for that matter.
âItâs cold over there,â he pressed again, no malice at all, only concern. âYuuji told me that I'm naturally warmer, it must be because my blood circulates differentlyâŠSo, you really should come and sleep here next to me.âÂ
You were freezing in your robe, unwilling to put your tattered uniform back on. So, you finally abandoned the window ledge, âWhat are you gonna do if I do?â
His face furrowed, âWhatever you want me to do,â he sounded more like he was asking. He'd been around you long enough to pick up on the slither of the nuance aching to be acknowledged.
âIâd rather not hear you complaining any more beside me though.â
âWhatever.â
He cracked you a half-smile, happy to see you finally listening to him, even if you were being a brat about it. âGood.âÂ
You were sure you caught his gaze on your thighs as you neared the bed. Youâd been chalking it up to him being curious, but the way his eyes had lapped over your bare skin tonight held something you could feel in your core.Â
âDo you think I donât notice when you do that? Earlier, too?â you blurted.Â
His eyes darted to the door as if he planned to escape or as if Yuuji was about to burst in and declare that he room with him instead, rather than the tall black haired boy heâd been attached to the hip with since they reunited.
âI donât want to fight with you. Yuuji respects you-â
He looked up at you, those dark eyes alight with something reminiscent of relief and perhaps yearning? His unwavering gaze sent flutters through you, it was like he was taking in every detail and leaving everything else alone.
âIâd appreciate it if youâd acknowledge my question at least.â
He pouted, noticing how your arms were tightly folded and how you were looking down at him with an indecipherable emotion. He hadnât quite figured that one out yet, he thought, but he liked the look of it on you. It excited him somewhere, somehow.Â
âChoso?â Your voice was a soft, hypnotising hum whenever you said his name all honeyed like that.
His mouth went dry as he really took you in. How the moon was creeping in to illuminate your skin, drifting down your throat to where your blood pumped. He briefly questioned whether all of these feelings were because your blood was special? How was it that you glowed like the sun and the moon had gifted you their light? Why were you so attractive to him?Â
The bathrobe was much too big for you, the sleeves large and encasing your wrists, but it cinched in your waist. You had such an attractive shape, one that was so different to his own. Heâd spent far too long trying to conjure up how you must look in his mind, but he could never form the image. Clothes were always in the way, taunting him, teasing him.Â
âChoso!â
âYeah, yeah-â His eyes widened as you closed the gap between you both, kneeling tentatively in front of him. He quickly brought his legs to his chest and turned away from you.Â
You scoffed, âYouâre the one that wanted me over here so bad.â
Blood was thundering in his ears and his skin was burning so hot he feared he was about to explode into a thousand different pieces. He needed to hold himself together because he felt like if he looked at you heâd be doomed. Maybe his worst worries were true, he couldnât be around humans like you, at his core he was nothing but a curse. What if you caused his body to show him yet another reaction? One that was weird? One you would hate?
âI know,â he mumbled, curling up on his side, he appeared to be shaking slightly, as he rocked his hips every few seconds. He was trying to elevate the pressure building in his lower half that was making him feel like he might burst. âI still do.â
You sighed, leaning over his body to assess his face. âNow youâre just worrying me.â You rested your hand on his forehead and he groaned.Â
âWhy are you burning up like this? Were you not supposed to shower or something? I donât see how youâre any different from us in that regard?â
He groaned into his fist, âEver since I lost my brothers, and I met Yuuji. I've been feeling and experiencing things I never have before. I thought the worst and the best were over. But now, you?âÂ
He was groaning like he was in pain. âI donât think I can take it any longer.â
âHey, calm down.â You bit your lip, âTake what? Should I get Yuuji?â
He quickly shook his head.
âThen I guess Iâll keep my eye on you tonight.â
The bed dipped beside him as you laid down, curling your body up like his. He froze, staring at you and your mouth, your lips looked so soft, he ached to touch them.
âListen, Iâm sorry for snapping at you. Itâs not like I donât trust you.â You paused, âYouâre interesting, Choso. Iâm just intrigued by you. I donât know what you think of me, I guess thatâs why I want to know why you stare at me like you do?â
His brows pinched together.
âLike earlier?â
âWas I?â
You nuzzled closer to savour the sweet treat of his scent. It was nothing and everything human all at once; sweet, and vaguely like metal.
âMaybe Yuuji hasnât told you thisâŠbut like, you canât just stare at people's bodies so obviously.â
âTheir faces are better?â
âYeah.â
âOkay. Got it,â he said slowly, but then he noticed you had nothing under your robe. He wondered if your nipples were hard because he could see goosebumps spreading over your skin.
His eyes settled on the space free from your robe. âAnd IâŠwas staring at your body?âÂ
âYeah.â
Your eyes followed his, watching him grow more shameless by the second. With every doubt you had, a shaky breath or a small noise would escape him, that had you questioning if he felt the same desire for you. Seconds felt like minutes, as Choso allowed his gaze to roam freely of you, as you allowed him to.Â
âAndâŠyou donât like that?â he whispered after what felt like forever, making your heart beat faster with all of these stolen whispers.
âYou donât like when I stare?âÂ
Time slowed and all other sounds ceased to exist to him, he could hear every bat of your lashes, and every hesitant swallow. He was watching you so carefully he barely blinked. âI want you to tell me why.âÂ
Then you did it, the thing that confirmed everything for him as you clenched your thighs together, ever so slightly. His own were locked firmly together, as he could feel something was happening there that he couldnât explain. Maybe you were experiencing the same thing, he thought. He didnât want to grapple with doubt when this might be the only time he had with you like this.
âItâs just not something you should do,â you finally replied, curt and crisp, but the way your voice shook suggested anything but. He could feel the heat emulating from you now. You were on fire, too, or at least he hoped you were, because he was finally at bursting point.Â
âI want to show you what you do to me. Do you want to see?â
Your lips parted to speak but before you could he was sitting up and gesturing to the thick bulge in his pants.Â
âThis. This is mine,â he whispered, leaning in so his breath brushed your neck. âYou know whatâs happening to me, donât you?â
You throbbed and pulsed for him, weakened by your desire. âYou really are getting used to this whole human thing admirably fast. Itâs endearing, honestly. You want sex and youâre already figuring it out?-â
âI donât want to just get you pregnant-â
The tension broke with your laughter, âThatâs not all sex is for, Choso. Thereâs many ways to do it, did you know that?â
âThereâs another way?âÂ
âChoso, if I show you, you canât go around telling everybody, okay?â
âIs it special?â
âNot every time. But it can be. Shall I explain first?â
âYes.â
âPeople have sex because it feels really good. When a man and a woman have sex, yes, they can produce life. But people have sex mostly because it feels good, are you understanding me here?âÂ
He nodded, âIt can be called fucking too. Sex is sometimes called fucking.â
He leaned closer with his eyes glued to your lips. âHow did you know thatâs what I wanted?â
You swallowed as he studied your face so intently, âBecause youâre hard, right?â
He frowned in confusion, rushing to check his stomach, âWhere?â
You couldnât help but laugh again, âOh youâre too sweet. Sit back.â
He let go of your hand and leant against the headboard awaiting your next move. You couldnât help but wonder how long he could remain this composed?Â
You carefully lowered yourself on his lap, watching him wince, you knew it was because his cock was probably growing more sensitive by the minute. Due to his abilities, his blood was in a frenzy everywhere.
âYouâre curious, arenât you? About my body?â
Your words were all he needed for his body to act for him, as he reached and ripped your robe open and apart, âChoso,â you stammered, âyou should have asked!â
His hand cupped your throat carefully, thumbing your thudding pulse point. âI knew you wanted that. Your heart has been beating like this since you laid down. You want to show me your body too, and you want me to touch it. Explore it. Donât you?â
He smirked at you, and he looked so gorgeous it hurt.
âYou want sex, donât you? But are you sure you want it with me? I don't know what to do.â
You lifted his chin and smiled, making that primal part of him go even crazier, âItâs okay. I still want it with you, Choso.â
In the rush of the moment he suddenly realised what he wasnât laying his eyes on, and he gasped as he finally did, though all to himself. âI can touch you?â
You nodded and he worked the robe down your arms, he was mesmerised, brown eyes glimmering in the low light. His breath growing heavier at the sight, âYouâre so soft,â he stroked you so gently it turned you into mush. His hands rose up and down the dips of your curves, over and over as he appreciated the unique shape of you. It seemed like he wanted to commit your every breath to memory.
âYouâre beautiful,â he said under his breath as he cupped your breasts, rubbing your nipples with his thumbs. âTheyâre so beautifulâŠYouâre so beautiful.â
He leaned forward to rest his face in your breasts, locking a hand with yours. As he listened to your frenzied heart and toyed with your nipple, mesmerised by your body.Â
You ran your fingers through his hair and he moaned softly, pulling away to touch and grab at you all over again. His eyes locked on yours, watching the way you were getting worked up from his every touch. He noticed how much faster your heart beated when his hand stroked down your centre and neared lower. So he paused at your abdomen.Â
âYouâreâŠexquisite.â His eyes were in yours like they always were, intense and full of anticipation. âHere, this part of you too.â He was flushed all the way up to his ears. âWhat do I call it?â
You smirked, âMy stomach?â
He was trembling, trying to contain himself. Shaking his head, he asked a wordless question. You smiled, and he took that as assurance to venture further, cupping the hot heat between your legs. âYou look so pretty like this, when Iâm touching you here,â he whispered, watching your teeth sink into your lip as your arousal drowned his fingertips.Â
âMy pussy? Youâre touching my pussy,â you whispered. âDo you like it?âÂ
He nodded eagerly, âThis is where I put mine?â
âDo you want to?â
He nodded again, âCan IâŠlook at it? Closer?â
âYou can do what you want with it, Choso.â You cupped his face, leaning close. âI want you to do whatever feels natural to you.â You kissed along his jaw as you spoke, he quivered at each one.Â
âI think youâre more human than you give yourself credit for. A curse might have had its way with me by now and I know you must be bursting to try these new things as they come. So weâre going to do something special first.â
âWhat?â
âWeâre gonna kiss. Kissing is done in all kinds of ways, you kiss your family on the cheek, normally. You kiss lovers on the lips. You kiss people you have sex with on the lips. It feels really good. Got it?â
âYouâre going to show me though, arenât you? Youâre going to lead me.â
âYeah, you ready?â
He nodded, âWeâll close our eyes, and then Iâm gonna kiss you, got it? My lips will touch yours, and then youâll let nature take its course from there. Donât worry about being too rough with me,â you eyed his hands that were now resting at his sides, âYou wonât hurt me. Iâm a sorcerer, remember? It would take a lot to do that.â
âThen come here and give me your lips.â He tugged your mouth onto his, your lips meeting his eager ones, you thought heâd need a second to adjust to the sensation, but in a single second you were being slammed down onto your back. He clutched your face in his hands so he could kiss you without any distractions, it felt like heâd never let go. Everytime you moaned, he would too, like every kiss bonded you closer together.
He kissed you like heâd been waiting years for this, rutting his clothed cock into your naked, wet centre. You slid your tongue against his and he started to grunt, and his skin grew so hot against yours you wondered if he might set you both alight.
He was quick, and eager, pulling away to rip away his shirt, but earnest as he grabbed and then placed your hands on him. You made sure he felt your desire too, kissing all over him, finding that sensitive place just under his ear to suck and kiss. But then he was fighting you, just so he could kiss down your throat to get your tits once more, learning and learning. âI can kiss anywhere?â
âYeah,â you moaned.
His eyes darkened with lust as he gripped both your breasts, running his teeth all over them and sucking until your blood rose to the surface in the shapes of his lips.
âI saw a lifetime when I saw you. I saw you, and I felt it all. I thought that was your technique, that you were going to lure me in and kill me with your beauty. I was wrong. Thank you for giving me your body. Trust me with it.â
He was gasping against your skin, running his hands up and down like you were about to disappear. And if his words were intense, his actions were even more so. âI want to kiss you forever.âÂ
You had no idea what to reply to him right now, but there was something so beautiful about how direct he was, he loved his brothers, he knew of emotions, like love and admiration. He knew what he felt for you and he could put it into these words.
Falling for this man was hardly unusual when what you felt was so real.Â
âI trust you, Choso. I want you to kiss me for as long as you want to.â
âI can kiss here then?â he said, throwing your thighs over his shoulders as he gripped your hips and leered at your pussy.
âItâs so wet,â he hummed in awe, before he closed the space and kissed it. He let out such a loud groan you had to shush him, but then that was just it. He was sucking all over so your juices could dance through his taste buds. He was licking and sucking on your pussy with so much zeal you were surely louder than he was.Â
Choso was learning fast. He knew that you surely couldnât be this wet like this all the time, he gathered it was because your body was readying itself to take him. Which also meant you wanted to take him, he wanted to take you. Heâd yearned for you, heâd adored you. He adored this.
âI could do this forever,â he moaned, the grip bruising on your hips, as he locked you firmly in place so he could explore you. âThose noises of yours. Donât stop. You wonât stop. Iâm telling you not to stop them.â
âYes Choso!â
He never thought the sound of his name could taste so sweet. He was groaning into you, sucking and licking until your swollen clit rubbing against his lips caught his attention. You prayed heâd be gentle as he spread your lips and looked at you, awaiting your reaction as he gave it a softer flick of his tongue. You shuddered so sweetly, squeezing his shoulders and tugging on his hair.Â
âThatâs a sensitive part of you, isnât it?â He chuckled to himself, a grin on his lips, âMy sensitive little human.âÂ
Your eyes widened at the words and he watched as more slick oozed from your throbbing sex. He laughed again, the deep sound reverberating deep in your core, he was so beautiful, so hypnotising. He brushed the hair from his eyes and kissed along your thighs, still keeping you spread.Â
âIâll be gentle with you. I wonât break you unless thatâs what you want.â
The pleasure you were experiencing from a half-human half-curse should have been illegal, it probably violated some sorcery law somewhere but you didnât care. Not when he was somehow saying and doing everything to make you tick.Â
He kept licking and sucking until he found what you liked, and noticed the way you were shaking, the way your thighs were squeezing him tight so he didnât stop. You gripped his hair, moaning his name as you came, the sweet taste filling his mouth until you had to forcibly push him away.
âDonât keep your sweetness from me. That was all mine,â he grunted, travelling up your body with kisses. He took your face in one hand, his voice softening as he looked at you beaming in your afterglow, âDid I give you too much? Canât take anymore of me?â Â
You shook your head, barely able to catch your breath. âYou made me feel so good, Choso, you gave me an orgasm. Thatâs important in sex, to give your partner orgasms, itâs what just happened.â
His thumb rubbed your lower lip, marvelling at the subtle mark heâd left from biting it earlier, and he smiled, âSo you keep stimulating your partner until they canât take anymore, releasing themselves on you.â
âYou catch on fast.â
He grinned, kissing you deeply as he rutted himself into you. âShow me what to do,â he said breathlessly. âI need you, now.â
âFuck Choso your cock, I can feel it.â
You started to tug down his sweatpants, taking the time to admire how broad and built he was, he really was no different from a human at all. He moaned with every press of your lips on his skin, heâd made them so swollen, kissing and biting on them like he was ravenous.
You released his cock from the confines of his pants and gasped, frozen at the sight. âAre you scared of me? Is it different?â
âNo, itâs amazingâŠâ you licked your lip, âItâs just so big.â
The warm weight of his hand landed on your stomach, he rubbed there, reassuring whilst also obviously trying to calculate this himself, âBut you want it, donât you?â he murmured, soft, âSo we can make it fit, canât we? We have enough of this together.â
He was so clumsy as he touched himself it made your heart swell, gathering the slick that was pooling down his cock. He took it, and made sure to cover your pussy in it, pausing when his finger slipped inside of you with ease. But then you moaned so deliciously he found his jaw growing slack, eager to keep pleasing you.Â
âThatâs why youâve got this little hole havenât you? It stretches to fit things inside, so itâs going to fit me inside like itâs doing right now.â
You quickly nodded, beyond fucked out by this man as he continued to stuff his precum into your pussy. âYes Choso.â
âYouâre so beautiful like this,â he grunted, stuffing in more of his fingers to fuck you even better. âNaked and free.âÂ
âYou can put it in now, Choso. Itâll fit. I want it.â
âBecause you want me donât you?â
âYes Choso.â
You watched him, gripping the base of himself and aligning his heavy cockhead to your opening. His face was lost in pleasure, lost to every sensation, he was beautiful like this too, you thought.Â
âOnly me?â
âOnly you, Choso.â
âThen let me see everything,â he whispered against your forehead, large hands folding you and spreading your thighs wide. âYouâre so beautiful. I want to see it all.â
âPlease be gentle,â You whimpered, feeling him start to push in, you braced yourself, hanging on to him tight.Â
He groaned into your cheek as he felt resistance from you, no matter how good you felt heâd rather die than hurt you. âIs there another way?â
âLie down.â
He did as you said, watching in awe as you were quick to straddle him, oozing slick all over his thighs. You still wanted him just as much as he wanted you and that excited him to no end. Even if he was a challenge and clearly more than you were used to.
You hovered as you aligned yourself with his cock, and he moaned as you finally touched him. And as you sunk yourself onto his cock he gripped your hips so tight you yelped, before your voice melted into a moan in unison with his.
âMore,â he whimpered, as you stopped halfway, panting at the sensation. âLet me in.â
âTrying, Choso.â
âI want to feel all of you. All of your pussy.â His voice was low, and close to breaking as you throbbed on him.Â
âThatâs it,â he stroked his thumbs in comforting circles, âAre you going to let me feel you?âÂ
You quickly nodded, teeth sunk into your lip. His voice was as arousing as his cock, âGive me a minute, Choso. I can do it.â
âDoes it hurt?â
You nodded and he pondered for a moment before he took his thumb to your clit, rubbing until you moaned. Then slowly, naturally, as if your body was melting into his, you made your way down the thick inches of him.
âYouâre doing good, so good for me. You can take all of me inside. Youâre strong.â He was so out of his mind he didnât even know what he was cooing to you, but he just wanted to put you at ease.Â
âYou pretty little human. Taking my body like this because you want your pussy fucked? Right? You like my cock inside you? Stretching you out?â
âChoso!â You groaned as he fully bottomed out, hands landing on his shoulders for support. âI love it, you feel so good. Youâre making me feel so good.â
He whined at your words before composing himself, his lips trailing down your skin. âI am? Are you too weak now? Do you need me to help you feel good? Yuuji said you were a good teacher. He was wrong,â he taunted, kissing the side of your face as he gripped you.
His hands sunk into your ass as their final resting place, appreciating the softness there too, âYou need to show me what to do, just once.â
âI canât,â you whined, tears of pleasure flowing down your cheeks at how full you were. âLook at yourself. Your cock is so big.â You breathlessly gestured to your stomach.Â
His eyes widened as he pushed his palm onto your belly, feeling how deeply he was penetrating you, âYou have to use me and make yourself feel good. Thatâs all, Choso.â You barely managed your words, eyes barely open as the pleasure he was giving you threatened to break you apart.Â
âI understand. Leave it to me,â he groaned, kissing your neck, as he started to move you off and on his cock, âWe move together until we orgasm. Youâve never had a cock like mine so you canât move, huh?âÂ
He experimentally snapped his hips into yours and you whimpered so loudly he soon followed. Although he knew nothing of what was lewd and what wasnât, he somehow knew that the sound youâd made was nothing but filth and that heâd done something youâd desperately needed.Â
He did it again and again, until he was drilling up into you and delighting in all of the sounds you were making, gasping from how good you felt. âChoso, your cock feels so good inside. Itâs the best.â
âThen you never need another one, if only I make you feel this good. No other cock will ever feel the same,â he grunted, âYouâre mine now, you beautiful woman.â
You kissed him messily in reply, barely able to form words as he fucked up into you until you were shaking and moaning into his mouth because you were coming all over him. âThen youâre mine, Choso. I showed you this, how to feel good. It wonât feel good if another human do-â
You gasped as his hand slammed over your mouth and you were on your back once more. He was folding you whilst holding back on finishing in minutes and he didnât even know how impressive that was.
âDonât say it. I donât want another human near me like this. Only you. I told you, I saw you. I saw everything. I know that Iâm different. But I can fuck you better, I know I can. You like what Iâm doing to your body. I know, I know, I know, you do,â he chanted as he groaned into you, balls smacking hard against you as he ravaged you.Â
All you could do was hold tight and brace yourself as you whimpered.Â
âMine, mine, mine. So, so, beautiful,â he grunted.
Tears pricked your water lines at the intensity, you felt so loved, and safe in his embrace like this.Â
You could feel him twitching inside of you, and you could see him holding back. âWhen you orgasm, Choso. Your cum will be different, it will be messier than mine.â
âIs that the stuff that breeds you? Itâs going to shoot inside you, isnât it?â he stammered. âYou donât want it? How do I control it?âÂ
âYou canât, but thatâs okay, I wonât get pregnant, I take something for that. So when you feel like itâs getting too much, give in. You can let go. Youâve already done so well.â
âI can fill you up with my seed?â He stretched your arms above you to take both your hands in a single clasp, cupping your chin with the other.Â
âLook at me. Why wonât you get pregnant? Because Iâm not fully human?â
There was a sadness in his eyes, but it was being blown out completely by his desire.Â
Why was this man so hot without realising it? His brow as all furrowed, his face flushed, fucking you so hard it was now dawning on you how loud you both were being. âItâs a pill I take,â you moaned as he slammed into that spot inside that had you creaming on him again. âI-I told you.â
âThen Iâll pretend,â he grunted, gripping your hips hard as he fucked into you like he was trying to breed you.
âLike Iâm going to fuck my seed into you so I can keep you forever. No man can have you if youâre filled with me.â
âI want your cum, Cho!â
âI know you do! Youâre a needy little human taking my cock even though itâs too big for you, wanting my cum to fill up your pretty little hole.â
âI want it, I want it,â you moaned into his ear, wrapping your arms around him tighter. Your voice only made it worse, he pinned you down even harder, kissing and licking up your tears.Â
He was whimpering now, all of the pressure building in his core, he could feel it, the very sensation you were talking about. âYouâre lucky I havenât split you in two with my strength. But you take it, you take me in your pussy, waiting for every last drop of me.â
The loud smacks of his hips on yours were no louder than your sounds. He was fucking you like heâd never get the chance again.Â
âI wish I could breed you. Then everyone would know, Iâd know. That youâre mine, all mine,â he was rambling as he came, holding you tight with his tongue down your throat.Â
You felt the insane amounts of cum spurting inside of you until the noises were so lewd it was near comical. Until there was so much cum he was slipping out of you and coming all over your stomach and the sheets too. Your name laced in every breath.
He groaned out your name, falling into your arms so could put him back together again. You kissed wherever you could, praising him through your breathlessness. You both rested for several of these precious moments. It seemed like the night had finally calmed outside of the hotel too, as had you both, after purging what had been brewing between you both since youâd first laid eyes on each other.
âAre you okay? Did I hurt you?â he asked, running his lips across your jaw.
âNo, not at all.â You continued to soothe him, running your hands through his hair. âBut now we have a whole lot to talk about. I wouldnât normally fuck someone so soon that I saw a future with.â
He made a little hmph sound, âWhy?â
âIt normally comes after getting to know someone.â
âWeâll have all the time in the world for that,â he said gently, flipping you below him as he caged you beneath him.Â
âWonât we?â he urged, folding up your thighs as he guided himself back inside. His voice was desperate all over again. âSo,â he leant close, his lips brushing yours. He tried to resist, but gave in to taste your lips, taking the time to kiss you with so much unbridled affection it made your chest hurt. Before he finally spoke again, âSo, stay alive for me, and I will for you.â
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#choso kamo x reader#choso x reader#choso x reader smut#jjk x reader#jjk smut#calling all my choso fuckers!!!!!#Iâve had this in my drafts for so long đđđ
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Beckham II: 1 New Beginning
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Post here explains how I've wrote it, I think it's quite simple.
This is the first part of my new series and I hope you enjoy xx (3k words)
âDo you ever think about how crazy it is that youâre an icon in Barcelona and yet your dad played for Real Madrid?â
âI try not to think about that. I think that bothers him more than me.â
âDoes he have any Barcelona shirts?â
âOf course he does.â
âŠ..
âDavid, how does it feel watching your daughter play for Barcelona?â
âItâs the best feeling in the world. Iâm guessing you were expecting some kind of rivalry but Iâll always support my daughter.â
âŠ..
Barcelona, February 2023.
One down, nine to go.
It was like clockwork in your brain. Training would finish, everyone else would rush to get back into the training room and get back to their everyday life. Yet here you were, on your own, just how you like it. You and the ball. Free kick after free kick after free kick. Ten in total, all from different areas, all with different aims but each one just as equally important in your brain.
Barcelona was a dream. You were here with the best players in the world but you hated letting anyone down. Every little mistake was over-analysed, picked at all because of who you were. At the weekend it was a wonder save which stopped one nestling in the top corner but that didnât matter. It hadnât gone in and therefore didnât meet your expectations.
The expectations you put on yourself, multiplied by that moment four years ago.
You loved your father but many people probably didnât understand that there wasnât a gene for taking good free kicks.
Unbeknownst to you, all of this was about to change. âYouâve got a visitor.â
âIf itâs another journalist, tell them Iâm not interested.â
You couldnât be bothered with whatever reply the press officer would tell you. It was the same every day. Someone wanted to speak to you, you said no. They came back the next day.
Youâd think theyâd get bored after four years of consistent turn aways but that was never the case. You did the press conferences, the interviews after games but a sit-down full-length interview was not something you felt like you could ever handle.
So you carried on, resetting the ball in the correct spot. Back to just you and the ball.
For February it was a sunny afternoon in Barcelona, the sun was still shining for the mid-afternoon with minimal wind. Perfect conditions to practice and as your teammates had pointed out you hadnât needed any more persuasion to get that training vest on, your tattoos on full show. Along with football they were your biggest passion, your phone was full of tattoo inspiration and little doodles you did when you were bored, they were a big part of you and maybe the image you wanted to create for yourself.
You took inspiration from everything, football, the environment, your father. Growing up many would say you were already a carbon copy of him but the tattoos were the icing on the cake. Your mother may not have been as happy about them but they promised to accept all your passions and that included turning up every few months with a new collection of tattoos to show off.
âŠ..
âMaria, is she copying you?â
âYouâll have to ask her. No of course not, I would say we take great inspiration from each other. Weâve got a few matching ones, Iâve done a few on her and sheâs done the same to me. Thatâs kind of what started our friendship.â
âYou both have âlooks can be deceivingâ on your necks, is that true for her?â
âDepends on what you think of her. Maybe some find her scary but you have to find out if thatâs true yourself.â
âŠ..
You could hear someone approaching you, watching as you took the next kick nestling it into the bottom corner underneath the imaginary wall.
âY/N, have you got five minutes?â The unmistakable voice of Sarina. Many people would love Serena Weigman to turn up at their training session, not you. Not now.
Shit. You almost didnât want to turn around. Maybe if you stayed facing the other way she would leave. Leave you be in the bubble youâd created for yourself, nothing good could come out of this conversation.
But of course the Dutch woman wasnât going to leave that easily, edging closer to you. âI only want to talk.â
âI gave you my answer a year ago.â
âLots can change in a year. Five minutes. If you still want me to leave after, Iâll leave.â
Maybe it was worth hearing what she had to say. Nothing could change your mind anyway, youâd hear whatever she had to say and then she could leave.
You knew what she was here for and it didnât surprise you what came out of her mouth next. âI want you back, I name my squad next week and I want you ready to play for us at the World Cup.â
âAnd I canât do that.â
âWhy not?â
âThe fans are not that accepting, the players donât deserve to be drawn into that drama because of me.â
âThereâs always drama in football.â Maybe she had a point but off the back of the Euroâs success the lionesses have had nothing but positivity from the media and public. âWeâve lost Beth, weâve lost Fran and I think the players would welcome your experience in that position. Itâs your decision but I know deep down you want to prove people wrong and I want to give you that opportunity.â
âSome would say I donât deserve that.â
âIt will be different this time.â
âHow?â
âItâs been four years, everythingâs changed. We protect you guys, you have support systems in place, we have support systems. Itâs not individuals anymore, itâs a team.â
âI made that decision to protect myself.â Almost four years ago youâd sent that letter, asking not to be selected for international duty again. They had no choice but to accept it and when Serena came into the role she approached you but you told her a tournament on home soil was not something you could mentally cope with. Not yet. âWhy would now be different?â
âIâve watched every game youâve played in the last 18 months. I know you may not see a difference in yourself but I do, the interview after you lost to Lyon showed your spirit, your drive. I need players like you, it wonât be easy but I donât want something that happened four years ago to stop you showing the world how talented you are.â
You were conflicted. Of course youâd love nothing more than to prove all those who bashed you before wrong, to make a difference on the world stage after winning every trophy you could with Barcelona. On the other hand it was just opening a can of worms youâd hidden all those years ago. Although you were only in Spain it felt like a different world, you turned your comments off on social media and they never came back on. Interviews were a no-go and your former friends were now distant acquaintances.
âCan I think about?â
âOf course you can. Like I said, the squad goes out on Tuesday so I need an answer by Monday. Any questions, Iâm coming to the match on Sunday, maybe I can speak to you after?â
âThank you.â With a soft squeeze to your shoulder she was off, except now you couldnât focus knowing you were about to make a decision which would change everything.
âŠ..
âYou seem distracted.â
In hindsight it probably wasnât the best idea to accept the dinner invite from Maria and Ingrid but you knew your best friends wouldnât take no for an answer. The three of you along with Frido were sat at their dinner table, tucking into the tapas youâd ordered from your favourite restaurant and it wasnât lost on any of them how your mind was elsewhere. Casually picking through your food was a total opposite to the way you usually devoured this.
âY/N?â
Youâd been debating on the way whether to speak to someone about it.
Maybe your dad? Heâd gone through something similar but he was in Miami and would only just be getting up.
Your mum? She was the most rational option but she would never understand that pride of pulling on your national shirt.
Your therapist seemed the best option but the earliest session she had for non-emergencies was tomorrow.
âY/N!â In your own little world youâd even forgot to answer their questions. âAre you alright?â
It could help speaking to them, couldnât it? âI had a visitor after training. Sarina Weigman.â
âShit man, I thought you said no.â Maria Leon was your best friend from the moment you stepped foot in that training room, you bonded over everything from tattoos to food. Youâd been her wingman in getting with Ingrid and had a mutual understanding of each otherâs situations with your respective national teams even if the circumstances were very different.
âShe wants me back but I donât know, this feels different from last year.â If Bonnie, your 5-year-old beagle, adopted 3 years ago to signify a new chapter in your life, wasnât by your feet they would definitely be anxiously tapping the floor right now.
âThey probably feel your absence more because theyâve lost other players.â Frido added some context. âNot that you wouldnât have always walked into that team but now you definitely would. Youâd be their main player.â
âI can see youâre considering it.â Ingrid pointed out. âWhen she came last year I could see you were like, definitely no, now you havenât turned it down immediately.â
âThereâs no right or way wrong to feel,â Maria tried to comfort me. âOnly you can decide if you want to go back there.â
âI miss it.â
âOf course you do.â Ingrid agreed. âYou wouldnât watch all their games if you didnât.â
âItâs just the fact that Iâm comfortable here, I have been for so long and now Iâm going to throw myself back into four years ago.â Four years ago when youâd been forced to move away from your club at the time in Chelsea and accept the fact that one mistake had changed everything. âPlus the media attention, no-one wants that in the lead up to the world cup.â
âThey were your friends, Iâm sure theyâd understand.â Frido tried to make you see that side of things. âShit happens in football but what happened to you when completely over the top of that.â
âI isolated them.â Of course you had friends in the squad at the time, in fact best friends. But as soon as you made the move to America you slowly distanced yourself from them as they did to you. You hated letting them down and completely understood that being associated to you meant unnecessary exposure where perhaps they would not want it.
âSo youâll make friends again.â
Youâd changed as well, grown into a completely different person in that time. Your appearance and attitude on the pitch were a distinct opposite to the crippling shyness you had yet to shake off. âMaybe.â
âYou will,â Maria assured you. âPlus I think Bonnie told me she wanted a sleepover with me.â
âOh did she?â
âIâm not swaying you either way but if thatâs what you want, Iâll support you all the way.â
âWe all will.â Frido added wrapping her arms around you to bring you into her side. âWe love you.â
âThank you, I love you all too.â
âSpeak to your dad, maybe even your mum. Iâm sure theyâd want to help.â
One of the funniest moments in your life had to be watching your teammates introduce themselves to your parents when they came out to watch your first match in the Blaugrana. Watching their nerves dissipate when they realised how down to earth, especially your mother was, when it came to their children. Of course their name brought so much extra attention to you but you couldnât have asked for a better upbringing.
Maybe it was their words that made you do it but subconsciously you knew the best thing to do was to ring them. So as you got into bed that night, once you got back, Bonnie at your feet watching, you rang the number youâd had memorised for years.
âHi baby.â His voice almost brought tears to your eyes. Although you tried to be as independent as possible, wanting to be your own person, you sometimes wished you could just go back to spending every night in his arms.
âHi dad.â
âWhatâs wrong?â You hated how easily he could read you, how those two words were enough for him to know something was wrong.
âItâs nothing.â
âYou know you can tell me anything.â
âI know dad.â Out with it. âSarina Weigman came to visit me today, she wants me to go and join them in the next international break.â
âAnd what do you want?â
âI think I want to.â
âYou think?â
âI just know that if I do Iâm just going to be brought back to that moment.â
âThen youâll go back to a moment where the referees made a terrible decision. Football fans are fickle you know that as much as I do but youâve watched it back enough to know that nine times out of ten nothing happens. The commentator did you no favours, Phil didnât stand by you as he should have and the media hung you out to dry.â
âI know.â
âBut as awful as it was it made you the person you are today and your stronger now then youâve ever been before. If you want to go back then youâll make it work. I know you will.â
âThanks dad, now how isâŠâ
,,,,,
âHow many times have you watched that tackle back?â
âOver a thousand times.â
âDo you think you should have been sent off?â
âOf course not.â
âŠâŠ
You loved Barcelona, from the moment you stepped through those doors 3 years ago youâd been welcomed in and never looked back. In 2019 you moved to America but your year out there was plagued with depression and homesickness resulting in a lack of game time, when Barcelona came calling it was a difficult decision with your family ties but they had a project, they had a good set up and you knew the onus wouldnât just be on you. The first six months were still tough, working out Spanish football to both play with your teammates and counter the opposition but by the end of the season you felt at home for the first time in 2 years.
Your role this year had been heightened by the loss of one of your midfield partners in Alexia, but you were adaptable and thatâs probably how you found yourself 4-0 up, having just scored a second goal in the second half.
âItâs almost like youâre trying to impress someone.â Mapi whispered giving you a half hug as you walked back into your own half.
âShut up.â
âI bet sheâs panicking that you might turn it down now.â
âSheâs got other players Maria.â
âBut none of them are you.â
The match stayed at 4-0, some of the youngsters coming on to see the game out.
Youâd never been in a team like this, of course you had little arguments and there were small groups within the team, but everyone worked so hard for each other. And with that came the protectiveness, when you joined you were only 21, now 24 and the older ones took you under their wings. Youâd been daunted a lot at the fact of playing fellow English players in the Champions League but theyâd been your shield for those moments.
It blew your mind when the younger age groups joined you and they speak about that moment. Most of them staying up late to watch it making you feel old. But that meant they came to you for advice a lot of the time. Maybe this time though it was time to get advice from them.
âHey little one.â Maria Perez was the first one you spotted in the changing room. âYou played really well today.â
âThank you.â
âHow are you feeling about being called up?â It was only yesterday that the Spanish squad had been leaked and she was once again in it.
âExcited, another opportunity to prove myself.â
âI like that you see it that way.â
âEveryone should, itâs no different to playing here, as long as you be yourself you can never be disappointed.â
âŠâŠ.
@jillsmithjournalist: Serena Weigman is present at the Barcelona match. No current England players are playing however star player Y/N Beckham scored twice. Beckham has not played for England since she withdrew from selection in August 2019 amid public backlash and a rumoured feud with England manager Phil Neville. Could a return be on the cards?
@newlionesses_x: Surely she canât just pick and choose when to come back.
@wslfan: Fine without her last year
@england123: Liability for England
@barcelonafan: All you hating on Beckham are crazy, one of the best players in the world and you donât want her back because of something that happened 4 years ago, grow up. Could tell she struggled when she joined us but this past year sheâs been exceptional, people change, mistakes happen (even though she should never have been sent off in the first place)
âŠ..
Youâve known your decision for a long time but you still delayed giving it as long as possible before you could wait no longer. You could see she was the only one left in the hospitality area as you entered, the table she had chose overlooking the pitch youâd just performed on.
This was what you wanted and now it felt only right to give yourself that opportunity again.
âIâll do it.â
#woso imagine#woso#woso x reader#woso imagines#barcelona femeni#lionesses#engwnt#david beckham#beckham#football
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could i maybe request angus x female reader blurb where they are both the last left holding over and are left to their own devices after sharing a infirmary room with no privacy for 2 weeks?? maybe someone walks in on the other or something
Omg this is my first Ask requestđ I hope you enjoy, I finished this while wrote it while I was stuck in traffic because I wanted to finish it before my birthday. Also this is a little longer than a blurb j hope you donât mind đ
Notes: Minors DNI, AFAB/cis girl reader, Angus is a munch, overstimulation, oral sex, ignoring religious guilt, minor religious kink, reader can be interpreted as a virgin, mentions of toys, getting caught, both parties are 18+
You never considered yourself to be a terribly horny person, not when St. Agathaâs Boarding School for Young Ladies kept your schedule busy and your roommates always around. But staying there over the winter break with only yourself and the hitachi toy your roommate gifted you as company? Yeah, you might as well have possessed by a lust demon.
But then Mother Superior had to go and break her leg, forcing you out of your masturbation marathon and take shelter at the boysâ school on the other side of town without your new best friend. (If you were a god-fearing woman, you would blame yourself for her accident.)
Unfortunately, even while rooming at Barton you could not escape your constant state of arousal. The unexpected attractiveness of your new roommate. Angus Tully did not make it easy either.
You tried numerous things to keep the monster at bay- sneaking off to the laundry room, using the shower head, your own hands- but nothing felt as good as your hitachi. Heck, you even started to have sex dreams about Angus but even that didnât help your state of arousal. You were beginning to see why the nuns said the ongoing sexual revolution is a mistake.
That was until he walked in on you masturbating.
The both of you froze, him in the doorway, you on your bed humping your pillow.
âUmâŠâ Angus swallowed. âDo you need a hand with that?â
You blamed your constant state of arousal and the fact that Angus wasnât terrible looking (damn your weakness for his big eyes, nose, and curly hair.)
Your eyes grazed down to his broken arm. âI guess one extra hand wouldnât hurt.â You said jokingly. âBut you need to get me dinner after this, I can't have you thinking Iâm easy. The nuns would kill me.â
You leaned back on your bed, your pillow under your hips and nightgown bunched around your waist. Rather than take his pants off, Angus knelt in front of you.
âI was actually sent here to get you for dinner but I think Iâm gonna just have you instead,â Angus said while slowly peeling off your panties with his good hand. You made a sound of confusion and he looked up at you. âI donât have a condom on me. I canât have the nuns get mad at me.â
With that, he moved forward and gave your pussy a curious lick. You jumped at the foreign feeling. You didnât know boys did that.
You closed your legs on instinct but Angus used his good hand to keep you open. He didnât look strong but his big hand holding you open, you couldnât help but melt.
Your moans were muffled as you held your hands over them but Angus was able to hear you well enough to navigate between your legs, giving extra attention to the spots you moaned the loudest. With days of pent up arousal and interrupted pillow time, it didnât take long for you to cum.
Angus let you relax into the bed before speaking up again. You recognized the look on his face as a combination of cockiness and curiosity.
âYou know you talk in your sleep?â
âHuh?â Your brain was still under that post-orgasm haze. âI do?â
âQuite a lot actually.â Angus told you with a smirk as he began fingering your sensitive pussy. You tried to close your legs but Angus used his shoulders to keep you open. âJust last night you were moaning my name. Wanna tell me what you were dreaming of?â
âIâŠ.â You said distractedly. âI donât remember.â
âI donât believe you,â Angie smirked. âYou donât have to be shy anymore, I already ate your pussy. Tell me.â
His fingers curled inside you and you let out a strangled moan. He seriously expected you to think under these circumstances?
âIâŠfuck⊠I just dreamed you had me bent over in the confessions booth,â You managed to choke out. âOne hand was around my throat.â
âThatâs certainly very sinful of you,â Angus mused as his thumb began rubbing your clit. âWhat else?â
âI woke up before I could finish.â
âWell youâve had other dreams, like I said you talked a lot these last few nights.â
âIâŠâ Your hips began bucking. âIâm getting close again.â
Was this really all it took after all these days?
âKeep talking and Iâll let you cum,â Angus said, rubbing a little harder.
âOh um⊠fuckâŠâ You tried to search through your memories as you felt your orgasm build up. âI dreamt of the two of us at the⊠fucking⊠the fucking spring fling.â You fisted the sheets in frustration and he pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of your knee.
âGo on.â
âI dragged you to a classroom and I was wearing⊠I was wearing a lavender dress⊠you pushed it up and started fucking meâŠâ
âHow did I fuck you?â
You let out a groan. âPlease Iâm so close!â You protested quietly.
âI wanna hear more first.â He added another finger.
âMy legs were over your shoulders and I was lying on the teacherâs deskâŠYou were grabbing my boobsâŠâ His thumb was moving faster and that pressure in your stomach was reaching its peak. âFrank Sinatra was playing⊠is that enough detail for you?â
Angus didnât respond, simply moving faster. With his brown eyes staring you down with a cocky smile, you couldnât help but buck your hips up and cum with a moan.
Angus slowed his fingers and began pressing kisses down your thighs.
âWhat are you doing?â This bastard wanted to go again?
âI just wanted to see what you looked like before I tasted you again,â Angus disappeared between your legs and you felt him lapping at the wetness between your legs.
âAngus,â you hissed and you tried to push his head away. You couldnât take more of this. You were about to melt into the mattress. Then you felt his tongue lapping up your wetness from the source. You moaned loudly and pulled your hands away from his hair to cover your mouth.
You bucked your hips up and tried to push him away but Angus just grabbed your thigh and pulled you back to him. He didnât look strong but your body also couldnât decide if it wanted to run away or run towards his mouth.
âDonât run away from me,â Angus warned with a lustful look in his eye. He returned between your legs.
Angus pressed his tongue into you, as deep as it could go until his nose began rubbing against your clit. You began grinding against him, one hand leaving your mouth to pull him closer by his hair.
It took you a little longer to cum again but somehow Angus managed to pull a third one out of you. Your hand gave a final tug of his hair as your hips lifted upwards and you grabbed the sheets to let out a loud moan. To his credit, Angus didnât cease his movements, letting you ride his tongue until you collapsed against the mattress.
While the two of you caught your breathes, someone knocked on the door while opening it. Angus shot away from between your legs and you did your best to sit up and cover yourself.
Not that it did much to convince Mr. Hunham, who walked in and immediately raised a brow at your guilty expression. Then he looked at Angus and saw the state of his hair and the mess you had left on his face. Mr. Hunham rubbed his face in an attempt to calm himself.
âGo to dinner,â Mr. Hunham gestured for you to get out of the room.
âMr. Tully, a word.â He said sternly.
ââ
Two hours later, Angus comes back to your room, cleaned up with a small smirk on his face.
âI think itâs time for you to return the favor,â Angus rose told his feet and unbuckled his belt. His hard, weeping cock popped out and you couldnât help but gulp.
âIâm not getting any sleep tonight,â you thought with tired glee.
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Yours Truly Spencer Reid x fem! reader WC: 2555Â fluff pure fluff tw: mentions of Gideon's death
AN: ending is a bit rushed but when I copy & pasted here I accidentally deleted it and couldnât recall everything I wrote đ©
Itâs been three months living with the knowledge that Gideon is no longer there. His conversation with Rossi was haunting him in the middle of the night. âI know Iâm not being very rational,â he had told Rossi, âbut I think about him all the time. And I knew he was always out there, now it just feels empty.â Rossiâs words still echoed in his mind. âMaybe youâll find something else to fill the empty space.â He couldnât even begin to imagine finding anything that would fill the void of now knowing that his mentor would no longer be just a call away. He needed to find a way to feel close to him, so he put pen to paper and did what he knew best: he started writing Gideon letters with the intent of them being addressed to fire. He put pen to paper and tried to connect it to the cloudy thoughts of his brain. After a couple of hours he fell asleep with the warmth of the fireplace enclosing him in a hug.Â
Not even in his wildest dreams did he ever thing that letter would get read and replied to.Â
It had been three months since her godfather Jason had passed away, three months of losing the only father figure she had had. If she didnât know any better she couldâve sworn that he was still around, his presence felt throughout the small cabin she was inherited. Stephen, Jasonâs son, had delivered a letter stating such. The simple letter in the testament read, âY/N, just know that a very good friend of mine holds a key to this cabin, he might drop by if he feels the need to feel close to me, or just an escape from the darkness of this world. Be kind to him, Dr. Reid needs some warmth, kindness and love in his life.â Â
Days later she found a piece of paper on the floor of the cabin. She really needed to seal the mail slot on the door and install a mailbox. But she couldnât help but let out a gasp on who sent it, the Dr. Reid in her godfather's letter.Â
Dear Gideon, Itâs been three months since youâve passed and I canât help but ask why I never reached out to you when you left the BAU.Â
Oh. So heâs a coworker. She wondered if he helped found the BAU alongside Rossi and her godfather, suddenly wondering if Dr. Reid had many stories about her godfatherâs younger days. Silencing her thoughts, she continued reading.Â
You know how Iâm a specialist at overthinking everything and I just canât help but wonder if I still have a place in the BAU now that youâve gone.Â
Who is this Dr. Reid?Â
Gideon Iâm becoming a mastermind at vanishing into the deep thoughts of my brain in the middle of the night. Midnights have now become my afternoons. I miss the talks we used to have. If Iâm being honest Iâm finding it so hard to find my place with the team now that I canât just hide in your office. Can you believe Morgan invited me out to the club? Me.Â
Club? Was Dr. Reid not an old guy like her godfather or was Morgan just being nice and inviting a mentor out to drinks? Curiosity getting the best of her, she continued reading the letter, hoping to get more answers on who Dr. Reid really is.Â
You always used to say my first degree was running away into the deep thoughts of my mind but I think I have added a fourth Ph.D to my resume and thatâs being my own worst enemy.Â
Multiple Phds? She couldnât even finish school. Who was this guy?Â
You know how hard it is to admit it to myself but I miss you Gideon. Sometimes I still talk to you when I feel like screaming at the sky, angry that you left me with nothing but a letter, just like everyone else that had ever left me did, but I can't be angry at you. -SSA Agent ReidâŠ. Yes I know, Gideon. I need to make people respect me. So I guess Iâm signing off as, SSA Doctor Spencer Reid.Â
He wouldnât need to make people respect him if he wasnât young? Would he? Not being able to get her mind off the mysterious Dr. Reid, she decided to write him a letter.
Coming back from a demanding case always felt like a relief and the worst thing in the world at the same time. Relief for finally being home and the worst thing because once youâre home, warm in bed, your mind starts reliving every little thing you couldâve done differently. This night would be different. Spencer was greeted at the door by his Russian Blue cat named Atticus and a tea-stained letter on his mailbox.Â
Dr. Spencer Reid, I must admit that receiving a letter addressed to my godfather was surprising, I fully apologize for opening and reading your letter, I assumed you meant for no one to read it. Have you ever been to my godfather Jasonâs cabin? If you have, then you must know that there is a small town that is 15 miles away. I went there earlier today and down the block from the main road there is a small antique shop. I stopped and entered, always curious about the stories that old items have, who owned them? Were they special to them or just small trinkets, why did the owner sell them? All these questions. No answers. Anyways, there was a box filled with old drawings and photographs. 25 cents each and I couldn't help but buy some because they all reminded me of you. You must think I'm insane for saying that something reminded me of you when we have never met, so please donât profile that too much, anyways, these photographs had me imagining things. It's crazy. Heck, I donât even know anything about you. Yes, I could look it up but where's the fun in that? Is it crazy that I canât help myself and imagine who you are? That I cannot help but think of all of these little scenarios making a film about your life. Iâve been rambling too much about nonsense so take care Dr. Reid.  - Hope you stay safe Y/N
Reid read and re-read the surprise letter. Atticus on his lap sleeping. Goddaughter, why couldn't he recall Gideon ever mentioning a goddaughter. Who was she? Based on the letter she rambledâŠa lot and got excited about the most random things. Reid let out a soft giggle startling Atticus. âI thinkâŠI think I want to write another letter, Atticus. She seems fun to talk to, don't you think?âÂ
Silence. That is all she heard for three long weeks cursing herself for responding to his letter the way that she did. He mustâve thought she was nothing but a foolish petulant child with her dreaming and fantasizing about different worlds and what ifs. Just as she was wondering if she should write another letter apologizing she heard the unmistakable sound of papers being thrown into the mail slot. âThank you!â she shouted through the door to the mailman. One coffee-stained envelope standing out over the spam ads she got.
Dear Y/N, I must admit writing a letter to you seems a bit strange so please bear with me if I seem  awkward, I promise I am working on it. Shit I spilled some coffee on the paper, hopefully its not that noticeable. Who am I kidding of course it will be noticeable. Well I am hoping you like coffee smells. Ms. Y/N I hope that the letter I sent you did not cause you any more grief, and please feel free toâŠhow did you put it? âramble much about nonsenseâ to me at any time. I thought it was cute. Well now I am thankful you cannot see the blush I have because Derek is sure making fun of me at the moment. Iâm sorry that it seems like forever since you last replied to me but the case we had was taking a toll on me and I couldnât seem to taint your sunshineness with the darkness of the case. I just wanted to let you know that the way you make time disappear everytime i re-read your letter brings me calmness, and brings me hope that maybe someday we could become friends. Please always continue telling me about the little what if scenarios that help you make my life seem more interesting than it is. I find it adorably cute that you do these things. Now I canât help but wonder if you will think I am just a boring old man that sits in the corner of a dark roomâ I promise I am not. Anyways, a little about myself I have a cat named Atticus, I enjoy stimulating my brain by learning new things which is how I got three Phds. You can always find me with coffee and a good book andâfucking hell I sound boring as fuck and you give off the impression of being this magnetic carefree beautiful person.  Great, now I am overthinking everything I have said so far â everyone knows that afterall i am a specialist at doing so. Thats all for now Sincerely, Spencer Reid.Â
She couldnât help but giggle. All throughout the letter Spencer sounded just like the type of person that she would love to get to know further. Someone that in another life would be considered a tortured poet, living amongst the rest of them in the peacefulness of the lakes, someone that would be rubbing elbows with Wordsworth and Austen. As she re-read the letter she was trying to ignore the blush that spread across her cheeks at Spencer using the word cute in reference to her. One thing was certain that she would be holding on to her pen-pal because for some reason he made her feel a way no other person was able to do.Â
It had been two months since the initial letter that started this newfound friendship Spencer found himself in. The only thing that has kept him going were the weekly letters that Y/N has been sending him. Theyâre weekly letters always bringing a smile to his face and giving him the necessary âpushâ in between cases. This new letter brought an even bigger smile to his face and the sudden urge to finally drive up to that cabin and meet the person that has been holding his mind captive all day.Â
Dear Spencer, How is Atticus doing? I know you were planning on adopting a kitten to keep Atticus company while you are away. May I suggest a cute little white cat? Or a ginger cat? Maybe one named Arlo or Agatha or something old literature sounding. How have you been? Are the headaches gone? Today I went down to the small village that is close by and there is this new coffee place and I couldnât help but think about how much you would like it. Would you be interested in ever meeting me there? Keeping this one short and sweet because i did kinda sorta just ask you out and anxiety is at an all time high - Y/N
There was one thing that Spencer learned that night and that was that for the first time in years he allowed himself to hope that maybe just maybe the person he was falling for was falling right alongside him.Â
Girls night. Oh how she missed her friends ever since moving into the cabin. It had taken a lot of convincing but she had finally managed to get her friends up for the weekend. In the middle of drinks she started gushing about Spencer and their friendship. She was telling her friends about the cute pen-pal she had and how she had taken the leap to ask him out. âHa. What a loser do you really think that and FBI agent will take the time to come and meet someone as boring as you?â Her so-called best friend Lindsey had said, her words ringing in her ear drink after drink. How could she be so foolish thinking that a guy as smart as Spencer would ever confess his love to her. It had been a cold reminder that she was not the exception, that after years of this happening she had not learned her lesson that fairy tale endings did not happen to girls like her. So, for the first time in the two months they had been communicating instead of answering his letter she burned it, eventually leaving him at the coffee house waiting, glued to his chair instead of meeting her for the first time. The following week the first of many daily letters arrived in which he kept asking her why.Â
Dear Y/N, Did I do something wrong? Did you move on? Help me because in my mind I'm still at that coffee shop collecting dust wondering where you are, wondering why you didnât show up. If you ever think you may have got it wrong and want to meet, I will be at that coffee shop every Friday at 7 waiting for my sunshine to show up. Yours truly, SpencerÂ
Three weeks. It had been three long weeks since he had heard from her, so he decided to take the initiative and for the first time since Gideonâs death he used the key he had left him. The drive to the cabin was filled with anxious thoughts. Would she be happy to see him? Did she meet someone while they were writing letters?Â
Walking into the cabin he could smell something baking and the unmistaken sound of laughter coming from the small kitchen, making his way around the cabin he caught a glimpse of her dancing around the kitchen, âwow you are even more beautiful than I ever thought.â he said catching her off guard. âWho the fuck are you and how did you get in here?â she yelled âOhâiâright yeah i â SpenâReiâDoctorâ he let out a puff of air, âHi, Iâm Spencer Reid. Gideon actually gave me a key to this place.â he smiled softly as crimson crept across her face. âOh, hi whâaâwhat are you doing here?â âI was worried about youâ he mumbled
âOhâ In any other situation awkward silence would have followed but not between them, instead fits of laughter happened. âIâm sorry I blew you off Spencerâ taking a deep breath she continued, âits just⊠a friend reminded me that girls like me donât get the cute guysâ Taking a step close to her spencer began rubbing circles in her wrist with his thumb âY/N whoever said that is not a friend. I fell for the personality that shined through the letters we exchanged, I couldnât care less about what you looked like you were already perfect in my mind and now that I am seeing you I can confirm that you are the most beautiful girl Iâve ever metâ They spend that whole weekend together, the days consisting of baking, stargazing and teaching Y/N how to play chess and nights filled with cuddles, kissing and watching movies together.
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Take Chances. (đȘ” )
pairing : lottie matthews x fem reader ⊠c / w : descriptions of nausea , descriptions of violence , self - violence , derealization, fluff . ( short-ish little drabble as a writing exercise ! fast pacing , descriptive . )
summary : nothing couldâve prepared you for this , a plane crash with your soccer team , and being in the forest with them was nothing you couldâve readied for . the wilderness drove you to deteriorate mentally faster , however it seemed advice from the past drew you closer to someone youâve learned for for oh so long .
lottluvs , feel free to translate with credit . . open to criticism đ±
a/n : i am so sorry, i wrote this at like 12-2am, and didnt proofread it at all, sorry for the weird pacing, but yay first one shot :3 ( update : posted on ao3 as well ! ) my requests are open !!
The cicadas humming echoed more words than you spoke in weeks, their tune seemed to drown out your thoughts, waking up later than everyone else, silently, and with no purpose. Even the thought of getting up to survive was starting to get tiring, you were a teenager, this wasnât something you wanted to ever have to deal with, none of these girls shouldâve had to.Â
As you rose from your makeshift pallet on the floor, the blankets draped on you somewhat too perfectly, you noticed that the cabin was clean of the warm bodies that littered it in the night, and even the late risers were by now gone as well. Your mind was still settling into the new day, ears ringing with the fuzz of your pillow. You begin to recall everything, the plane ride, crashing, surviving.. no, it wasnât surviving at this point. It was scraping together whatever mess you called rations. Even so, that was only for your physical health, if you were to say you were surviving mentally, not even the slightest wind would hear your lie. Unfortunately, recalling everything wanted to make you fall back asleep, and let the delusion your brain would find in the comfort of dreams take over once more, but the thought of repeating the day over and over again gave you to pure spite to not go back to sleep. You wished for just a little longer your brain would forget this mess, this horrible loud mess. âJust five more minutes.â You thought, hearing your motherâs voice ring in disagreement, the voice seemed far away, but it was certainly there.
Standing up, you breathed in dusty air, restless, dirty air. Nausea from starvation hit you like a brick, eating once every few days in little portions really made you appreciate what you had before this horrible accident. Folding your blankets into one nice pile took no more than two minutes, two minutes sharp that you counted. Time was precious, so why not keep the memory of something you may not be able to do ever again in due time? Walking to the door, with a hand rubbing your stomach similarly to how your mother would comfort you by rubbing your back, took even longer. âDo I have to? I mean do I really have to?â Those words bubbled in your mind as you placed a dirty hand on the handle to open the worn door.Â
Bright. It was excruciatingly bright. The smell of pine and the breeze filled your nose with a chill. Standing on the porch carrying baggy eyes and messy hair, looking around to see a few teammates working around, some minding their own business, some presenting their personality as if it was just another day living casually. Your eyes flickered before yawning and popping your fingers, walking out into the courtyard of what would soon be your last ringing bell, or thatâs how you felt. The first one to stop you was Shauna, Shauna Shipman, one of the Yellowjackets midfielders.Â
âWhere were you?â Her voice was tired, but the sound of genuine ask was there.
âI slept a little too late I guess, no one woke me up, I assumed someone would.â You responded with your dry lips once stuck together parting with exhaust.Â
âThatâs okay, I was just worried I guess? Um, do you want to help me store and skin this faun? Like you were supposed to since you were next for this duty? Nat caught it this morning.â Shauna motioned to something behind her, idling her arms after, waiting for a response.
âI donât see why not.â You spat out, hoping Shauna wouldnât mistake your exhaustion for a negative tone, walking in the direction of the faun, of which was barely visible through the toned green leaves.Â
You heard Shauna follow behind, picking up her pace when you eventually got to the scene of the deceased creature. She started to talk about how to âtake care of the animal,â but honestly you couldnât help but tune her out, you listened to the trees sway, the birds call, and you swore you could hear the roots of the trees shiver under your sore feet. Eventually, tuning Shauna back in would leave you in the middle of her conversation about how to store the game. You nodded in approval, feeling bad that you werenât listening, because for some reason, you felt like Shauna needed this. This mentoring, maybe it let her feel like she had a bigger role. You walked over to full view of the small deer, Shauna handed you something wrapped in cloth, and got to work on the start of the process.Â
Unwrapping the cloth would reveal a black handled knife, a shiny and what seemed to be recently cleaned blade. You locked positions, starting to stare at the weapon you wielded, looking at the skin of your fingers, moving to the palm that crowned the cloth and knife. You continued to stare as you began to get dizzy, your eyes felt like they were carrying weights, and the rough ground seemed to blur. Your own brain felt like it was betraying you.. âdo it,â a voice rings out. âYou cant go on right?â You felt your facial features drop, as not even your own hand was recognizable anymore, the skin that you bore wasnât yours, right? It just didnât seem right. What felt like a numb space of dull void that was your left hand picked up the blade firm, turning it blade down. Letting the cloth fall from your hand, you felt your lightheaded thinking churn, your eyes dilating, your stomach drop, as the nausea from waking up not even an hour ago began to stick to the front of your stomach, and your planted feet all combine into a feeling of external dread, as the blade kissed your skin, a hurtful form of abuse, the gorgeous deep red stained every line on your palm, making rivers of blood through your skin, dripping onto the ground below, it was a smooth and clean cut, at this point, you couldnât even feel your hands, you didnt cut too deep into your palm before you felt something on your stomach, it wasnât that feeling of your stomach deciding to throw up or not, it was warm.Â
As you began to lock back into reality due to a the rush of adrenaline, Shauna snapped around to stand directly in front of you grabbing the knife blade first, somewhat cutting into one of her fingers, not as bad as you sculpted your hand.
âWhat the fâ oh my god. Heyâ what is going on with you?!?â The voice of concern that was so familiar hit you like bricks even though it was a whisper, it began to pull you back to fond memories. âThis isâ.â Shauna threw the blade onto the table and held your palm upside down, taking the absent cloth from the ground and covering it, applying pressure. You heard her take a breath before she sighed, it wasnât a sigh of annoyance, rather a sigh of unease. âHey, please talk to me..âÂ
For once that day, your brain formed a genuine thought that you were present for, what was going on with you? You looked at her soft features. The features that brought you comfort even before the crash. Your mouth opened, but the only thing that came out was the noise of silence and dead words, youâd left yourself dumbfounded. You felt bad Shauna had to waste any stamina she had left worrying for you. But at this point, you couldnât even tell why you did that to yourself, was it self hatred? Hunger? Or was it the fact it was so hard to recognize you were a real person anymore. Youâve felt like prey this entire time. Never the one thatâs one step above.
Shauna and you were good friends, in fact, she was the one to convince you to try out for the Yellowjackets in the first place. Turns out, you were a lot faster than you thought, placing you right with Jackie as a striker, a goalie-scorer, a game changer. During practice, youâd always be with Shauna, chatting up a storm and pissing off your already over stressed coach. Compared to current day, back then you were any normal teenager, bright, excited for the future, sociable, and one of the best features about you? You were approachable, and your team felt like they could go to you for anything.Â
You recalled those thoughts quietly, stuttering out a few incoherent words before Shauna grabbed your other hand and squeezed it, calling you back to your unfortunate reality. âShauna I donât.. know. For once I really donât know whatâs wrong with me. Normally I can voice myself..  normally Iâm in control, but now itâs like someone hit a reset on my brain. Nothing works anymore, im starting back on square one.â You squeezed her hand back, taking a breath in, wincing as the pain in your hand finally started to settle, waiting for her response, and looking at the ground now.Â
ââŠThatâs the most honest anyone here has been for a while I feel.â She let out a sharp chuckle before sniffling the strain of her allergies back into her nose and sighing. âThis isnât like you though, and.. by this I mean.. I feel like at this point everyone is different in some way, or in denial in SOME way.â Shauna rubbed your crimson stained hand gently with that oh so stupid concerned-confused pout on her face. âItâs weird to see how our situation changed us. You know?âÂ
You stared at Shauna, she was right, and you hated it. Subsequently, your hand began to throb with pain, almost as if your body, separated from your mind, was saying âgotcha.â You pulled away from Shauna and held the cloth to your hand, not even giving true word to her statement, just a slight nod, and you began to walk off toward the cabin again, holding your hand, not even for your own safety, not even for your own survival, but for a comfort, a longing, something you missed oh so dearly. Not even trying to hide your hand, you step towards the cabin, eyes not up, rather on the flaky pine needle and leaf covered ground beneath you, shakily breathing. However, as you approached, something stopped you, a whisper, something, someone?Â
Your vision is blurry, dizzy even, you cant tell if itâs from the blood loss, or your brain playing tricks on you. You look around, focusing in on movement to your right. The only coherent thing you could see is that it was some form of being, you dont know what it was, but it needed it you there. Needed it near you. Was it you? Or was it this beast? It didnt matter, the lustful pull of this incoherent whisper was enough to draw you in. Walking, no, with a strong pace of a dizzy limp, you rushed toward whoever this was. It just felt right.
The forest no longer felt like a maze, rather, a clear magnetic force. You stopped in your tracks when you felt like it was right, when it felt like you were right. Locking into the vision in front of you, you held your hand more secure and looked around, where was this silhouette you saw? Just then, you heard what pulled you here, what was really behind your sudden mission.Â
âDid the wilderness⊠bring you here too?â
That voice, that cracky, but strong, smooth voice..
âŠ
âWhat do you mean I have a crush on her??â You shouted at Shauna, giggling as she shushed you for being so careless. Your cleats hit the ground echoing along either the remains of your voice, ringing throughout every locker room locker.
âOkay well, itâs not like, friend level, like thatâs totally not normal.â Shauna snorted at you, teasing you. Rolling her eyes before turning to you fully. âLikeâ I get the wanting to be friends with her, like a squish or something right? But the way you talk about her, oh my god, youâve sooo got a crush.â Her hands motioned along with her words.
âI mean. Shauna youâre the only one who knows Iâm.. not exactly straight.âÂ
âSo? No one else knows, but I feel like.. I donât know. Like I donât think anyone would make fun of you for it, maybe like.. Nat as a joke, Mari because sheâs⊠Mari⊠but thatâs it, I never did when you told me.â Shauna beamed. âBut maybe thatâs just because we are friends.âÂ
âHow the fuck do I tell Lottie Matthews that though, sheâs going to catch on too fast, like okay she doesnât know that she makes it impossible to focus when she clears the ball to me up the sideline, because Iâm too busy staring at well⊠her, and then the stupid dream we got like stranded on an island together.. and ALL the other stuff.â You finished your statement with a giggle. âI just donât know. Maybe one day Iâll own up to it, but not anytime soon.âÂ
Shauna sighed at you. âOkay, but you should always take chances..â She reciprocated the laugh with a giggle, taking your hands in hers and rocking in laughter, just as normal teenage girls would do.
âŠ
âLottie..â You mumbled, as she got closer to you, allowing you to see every scar and marking her face had to offer, and god did her face offer jewels upon jewels.
ââŠWhats this?â Lottie gently lifted your hand, as you winced in response, seeming as you finally snapped back into reality. Her hands pulled back a bit before peeling the dyed cloth off of your scar.Â
âAh, thatâsâ I just got hurt while helping Shauna, itâs not a big deal, honest.â Holy shit, and now youâre LYING to her, as she decides to offer touch comfort to your shameful hand injury.
âThere is no need to lie, this is definitely self inflicted, too perfect of a cut.â Lottie held your hand up a little higher, so she could see it better, the height difference between you two was palpable, and it made you swallow as she touched you. Soft, careful, thoughtful. Everything. Why did sheâ no why do you have to be so nervous..? Her dark lightly curled hair pushed back, her eyes gazing over you before letting go and stepping back, those sharp eyes looking you up and down.
âSomething brought us two here, so, letâs talk.â Lottie whispered, signaling for you to find a place on the ground to sit, allowing you to rest first, including picking the spot, and yet she still held your bloody palm, almost guarding it from the ground. Your stomach flipped, but this time, from butterflies, if only you didnât mess up your hand, maybe, just maybe, she would hold it. Maybe you could be bold and wrap your fingers around hers, but no, right now, your mind has control over you like a parasite. You arenât thinking coherently. Lottie plopped down next to you, your hand still in her care
âMmkay,â you mumble as you sit, enjoying the fact you get to sit. âI just.â You take the order of starting the conversation. âI feel like this.. this has made me worse, I donât know, I donât⊠I donât want it to be this way, ever since I woke up its like Iâve been awake because I have to be. Not because I want to, I didnât even feel me do this. I didnât FEEL it Lot.â You hiss, energy kicking back in, pointing to your cut. âI didnât WANT to do this, itâs like something was.. puppeteering me. Something wants me to harm myself. I hate this dizzy feeling. I hate, hate, hate it. God why is this happening to me? To us? I HATE this constant feeling of wanting to throw up, sometimes not even at something in front of me, but of the thought I might.. I MIGHT actually die out here. I wont get to tell the people the things I want to tell them, live with them, live my life, pursue MY life, and watch those close to me pursue theirs. I wont watch my children grow old, I wont see my mother, my father, my family.. I wont get to see them live, and I just have to be SATISFIED with that Charlotte.â You took a deep breath, and as you began to rumble more, a swift movement caught you off guard.Â
Lottie grabbed you by the shoulders and drew you into a hug, not a side hug like theyâd do as a âgood game,â line at the end of a soccer game, a full, wrapped hug, the pressure was there, everything, every element of the hug. You felt your eyes widen as all you could do was cry. Not many tears filled your eyes, but the stinging and punishment was there. You turned into her chest, your hand sunk into her wool jacket, staining it with your awful impure red. You bled into her body in more ways than one, tears and blood sunk into her, as she was silent. You didnât know how badly you needed the warmth and radiance of someone else. You needed the feeling of support, of love, if you could even call it that. As quick as she pulled you in, she let you go, but this time, she laid you in her lap, head on her thighs. Lottie placed a hand on your head. Shushing you kindly, mumbling affirmations of reassurance to calm you down, but at this point, you were too worked up to even do anything. You hurt. So bad. But there was another part of you that made you realize, you were laying in Lottie Matthews lap. The one you crushed on. The one that made you feel butterflies for the first time at practice, the one that made you miss the chance to score. The one that made you feel unearthly.Â
âYou know, Iâm sure most of us feel that way. So many factors the forest has put us up against. We have lost so many, and yet, we have gained so much too.â She cooed, brushing her fingernails through your hair, spacing out as she did, looking at your face, and you could feel her gaze, but there was no comment needed. âIf anything, we have learned to take chances. Any we get, thatâs what the wilderness wants us to do.â Her voice rose a bit, almost as if she was inspired.
Take chances.
Take chances.
Take chances?
You looked ahead into the bushes, the brush, and the distance ahead, you thought about way laid beyond. But Lotties words rung in your head as if it was a catchy song like the ones she used to play on tapes in the locker room. âTake chances..â you mumbled. Once again, those cicadas spoke up, their loud wails yelling in your ears. The wind whispering, adding comments to their vocals. As you sat up, and looked directly at Lottie, she didnât move, didnât say anything, simply, she smiled. That small smile, the one where her eyes squish and speak words, like the cicadas, without understanding their non-spoken words, you understood thousands. You thought about Shauna, and all of her advice, you thought about those practices you spent looking at Lottie, and all the time you spent thinking about her, doubling it, and storing it in the back of your mind thinking it was shameful.
âLottie.â You whispered, sighing, tearing up in the slightest.
âYes?â She whispered back.
ââŠLottie Iâââ You choked on your own words, hesitating. You moved your bloody palm up to her face, sitting fully on your knees now. Shameful. Shameful you thought. Words attempting to run out of your mouth like a river, and stopping like it was blocked by a dam, and yet every dam must break eventually. Every factor was against you right now, your own body even played tricks on you. Every organ, every nerve. Lotties facial expression didnât change, she didnât move either, the only thing that did move, were her deeply toned eyes, directly into yours. Blinking off-beat with your own. Un-synced. Even so, there was something so special about that. However, you pulled your hand away, your flight mode got the better of you, why was it so hard? Itâs just you two, and after a-
âDonâtâŠâ
Silence. Both of you silenced. Your thoughts interrupted by her reaction. She slowly placed your hand back onto her cheek, drawing a slight smile on her face. Your own face confused before Lottie drew in closer.Â
âIve known since day one.â Lottie smiled, drawing her warm body closer to yours. âIve seen the way youâve looked at me, the way you get distracted, all of it.â Lottie smiled, pressing your hand into her face. You could feel every muscle in her face move, all for you. Sheâs gorgeous. Absolutely ethereal.Â
âBut why now..?â You speak as if you werenât hiding this from her for years, you look at her mouth, dumbfounded by your own idiotic question.
âI have been waiting for you.â Her eyes shut as you both close the gap.
Nothing, silence, itâs just you and Lottie. Connected, together. Her lips are soft, fairly chapped, but you can still feel the layer underneath. You feel her hand move to your hip, pulling you even closer. Feeling every fiber holding this girl together shiver. Even you yourself are still in shock, but god are you enjoying this. Itâs like she was able to finally silence your brain, for once you feel.. ânormal,â more than normal even, youâre with Lottie Matthews. One of the Yellowjackets defenders, sitting here with you, and sheâs being intimate.Â
You pull away for air, your lips leave, but there is still longing for more, and she displays that by pulling you even closer, moving her hand off of your bloodied one, and into your hair, softly kissing, minutes pass, as you share her hands exploring you, as your uncut one holds her by the hip. Eventually, you both tire yourself out, separating lips with a strand of saliva, Lottie smiling as it drips, clearing off of her now unchapped lips.Â
âSo, how do you feel now?â Lottie says breathy.
You lean into her chest and close your eyes, taking a deep breath.
âBetter than ever.â You chuckled looking at your palm with a few wet spots, most of it dried by now, looking up to her neck, planting a kiss under her chin, allowing her to breathe a giggle.
âGood, I knew the wilderness brought us here for a reason, my love.â
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