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Giving back the bird's wings...
feat. Levi Ackerman
After some observing Levi confrontes you about your relationship with your boyfriend. He can't longer look and ignore the feeling that tugged at his heartstrangs. You deserve so much better...
In this story you are working for the survey corps as maid in the headquarters. And you have a really toxic relationship with your boyfriend. Idk why but writing for Levi always makes me want to write something angsty. So here we are â ď¸â¨ please be aware that some things can trigger. So take a look at the warnings.đ Oh and I suck in proof reading â ď¸
Wordcount:4k
Warnings: Angst, ab*sive relationship, tox*c relationship, mentions of domest*c v*olence, sad, but fluff especially in the end. Levi is really tender with you đ
You sat there in his office, tears streaking your beautiful face. It hurt him, more than it hurt you.
He found out what happened, not that it was that hard at all, people just needed to take a closer look, a more concerned look behind that happy exterior you always put on.
It was convincing, nearly so convincing that Levi himself might not notice, not right away.
But he cursed himself for not seeing it sooner.
You were a sweet girl, you have always been. So giving and selfless. You weren't in the corps, no. But you worked for them as a maid.
You cleaned and made the beds for the scouts. You cooked and served, and of course always had an ear for everyone who needed it. Not only that, but you were part of the group who made the scout feel like family. Especially the trainees, the new ones.
Levi was always gruff, pretending he would find you annoying.
Although it was indeed the opposite. He knew you was a person that probably would give someone else your last money because they needed it more than you. Too good for this cruel world, too good for him.
Not that he ever had a chance, he always thought to himself. You were taken, not a single lady. Your boyfriend was part of the military policy. A tall guy, strong and really an eye-catcher. But well even when he always seemed so concerned for you, or so nice. He wasn't.
Levis steel blue eyes looked at you, how you hid your face behind your hair. That pain on your face, it tugged in his heart strings.
Why you were sitting here?
Well, after Levi slowly found out what kind of man your boyfriend was, he simply observed you. Some signs were clear, he wasn't dumb. He saw how you hid your bruises, how you cried alone, ate alone. Always trying to avoid when someone asked you...really asked you how you have been. Â
But tonight he had enough of observing and lurking around you. He was sure, your tears you shed give it all away.
A barrier that broke after he pointed it out.
"It's not like you think, he can be gentle, I swear. Sometimes he just doesn't know how he should control his strength." your voice was thin, even now you was defending this piece of shit? This man, who claimed to love you? And yet hurt you so much.
"Stop defending him. He hurts you, you don't hurt people that way when you love them." his voice was cold, he was angry. Not at you, of course not. His hand went through his raven strands. "You are too good for him, you give him everything and he did what? Throwing it away? And you still think it's your fault?" There was a chuckle that ran down your spine, he was not amused far from it.
"Some people need-" you wanted to start why you saw something good, you always saw something good, even in the captain himself.
"It still makes my blood run cold, to remember what he did before. You never told me anything at all, or anyone. I don't watch, (Y/N)." he stated firm, and he was really concerned, for you. Too soft, to get hurt by someone like this, a bird in a cage which wings were cut off.
He stood up from his seat makes his way around the desk before he stopped in front of you. Your head hanging low. Â
"It's not like I would be oblivious, i-I know what he does." You meant, your voice trembling. When you were small you always wanted a man like you had now, big and strong, popular among the ranks, a smile that makes your heart warm, until you discovered his smile, your boyfriend heart was not real. His smile never reached his eyes. It made you believe that simply you was too different for this world. You were the problem, in being too sensitive, too emotional. Caring too much for everything. You were a smart girl, but you lost your own worth for yourself.
Thinking it was all you ever could get.
"When you know, why then you are still there?" he asked in a deep voice, still standing in front of you, looking down at you. He wanted to get a reaction from you, wanted you to see how damn wrong this was.
"Where else should I go? What do you want me to say?" you asked him, your voice filled with sorrow and yet with anxiety.
"I want you to speak it out." Levi meant, and in his head he was killing this man about the 100th time.
"Speak out what? That hitting your girlfriend is wrong? That insulting her is wrong? Making her do things, she never wanted but never had a choice? This is the world we were born in, everyone has problems. Mine is not different. It is what it is, not that I deserve anything at all when I am taking everything too my heart, I try... I fucking try. And it is me who-" you said, and your voice went a little louder in the end, you wanted to lash out not knowing why, tears started to run down your cheeks again. He stopped you, grabbing your chin and lifted it so you were forced to look at him. Â
"You are not aware how this makes my blood thin, to remember what you are to him." Levi himself talking a little louder because of the intensity of this situation. He would never allow anyone to touch you like that again. He would rather die than have the hands of this filthy man on you.
Alone the thought how much you suffered at these hands, not just physical.
But the Captain was right, what were you to your boyfriend? A question you asked yourself a lot, wanted to be better, wanted to improve, although you were already perfect in other eyes...in Levis eyes.
"What am I?" you asked, and you looked so vurnable to him, he wanted to shield you from anything cruel this world offered you.
"You are...precious." these words simply came out of his mouth before he could stop them. Not that they were not true, but maybe because they were too true, to himself.
"(Y/N) you are lovely, probably one of the most...purest people I know. You take care of everyone and everything around you, simply because this is the being you are. You make a place feel like home, because you are home." his voice lower this time laced with raw honesty, not that he sounded pretty about that, it was everything he usually would never say out loud. He then went to one of his knees and hold your hand. Your teary eyes widen, no one ever said anything like that to you. No one appreciated your personality like this.
"At least to me..." he than added thin. You took a shaky breath, tried to wipe your tears away. But his hand already was on your cheeks, his thumb collecting the salty fluid.
"Why are you saying this?" you asked him, it was irony still asking questions if this was true, how bad this man had damaged you?
"Because otherwise you wouldn't see it, not that you would see this now, he damaged you, broke your wings." Levi stated and there was this glint in his eye, a silent promise to himself. Â
"He broke more than that, he never had a nice word what he really meant." you spoke and at least you now was lured out of your shell, telling him what you really felt. Levi meant every word he said to you. And he was not known to say things like that. You were that sweet expectation, he needed to let you know what you were to him...you were home.
"Levi..." your thin voice spoke his name with such a need, because you felt so lost.
"I give them back to you, I promise." he said it just made you cry more. You felt like you wanted to crawl inside you, away from this situation. Levi would give you back your wings, that were cut of so rudely.
"Shhh." he soothed you then before you was pulled into a warm hug. You were sobbing, like crying out every bit of pain your boyfriend gave you. Â
After that conversation, Levi would never allow you to go back to that bastard, not with the knowledge he had.
You stayed in the headquarters. Levi stayed the whole time by your side, until you fell asleep, you were just so exhausted from all the crying and the distress. After he was sure you slept safe and sound he made his way out.
"Where you're going to this time?" a known voice was heard behind him, Levi turned around it was the Commander Erwin.
"Taking care of things." he replied, and it was with a cold tone, hard like steel. Erwin for sure wasn't clearly in the picture what had happened, but he knew Levi wouldn't react like this when it wouldn't be necessary.
"What things?" Erwin asked sternly.
"Removing some trash around here." Levi answered, not giving away at all what his dark plans were.
"Whatever you need to do, make sure it disappears thoroughly." the Commander said before he let Levi go his way. He knew he was going to kill someone, and that someone would be your heartless boyfriend....
Levi knew you would cry, he knew you would break. But you were broken long ago from a person who never even deserved all the love you could give.
His stepped were determined, with that one purpose. Someone who was just so fragile as you and yet so strong trying to hold your head above water, it hurt him.
You were drowning all by yourself, and this bastard of a man pushed your head underwater, filling your lungs so you couldn't scream.
It was unfair to him, like so many things. So many things weren't right, but this, this was not just something. You were good, lovely even, and Levi knew when it was time to let things rest, but this? How should he rest when he knows the bitter truth that someone was making your life harder. Making your life...not worthy.
When Levi reached his place he wanted to be he took a deep breath before he knocked on that door.
Someone opened it, indeed your boyfriend with that bright smile, that smile that teared you apart. Â
"The Captain of the Survey Corps, how can I help?" he asked him not aware how the next hour would go for him. Besides the fact that he didn't even ask for you. Your work was done about 3 hours ago, and you didn't come home. Levi knew that because he was the one who stopped you from going home.
"Hm, just checking up on things. Your girlfriend works for us, just doing some check-ups." Levi said gruffly in a low voice, his eyes looked hard, although they always did. He was short yes but not less an authority, he stepped into your home, the home you shared with this man.
"Oh yeah of course, we do these check-ups too, in our ranks." your boyfriend replied with curt smile letting Levi in.
"Where is she?" the Captain asked quiet stern, as he walked through the living room his hand resting on the sofa you probably used to sit.
"(Y/N)? Running some errands by now, she is always up on her legs. Like the good maid she is." he chuckled and well indeed he had this charm, seeming so nice and polite. All an act just to make people think he would be worth something. The short man sighted running a hand through his hair before his steps stopped. Turning around to the man.
"Errands? To this time? Isn't it a little late for that?" he cocked his head to the side, like if he was testing him. Your boyfriend was lying into his face, like he lied to everyone. It made Levis heart heavy to know that you belonged to this piece of shit. Someone who not even cherished you, who wouldn't give anything to you. Not more than a hit to you, not more than just empty words.
How often had you cried, because of him? How often your pretty eyes turned red? How often did you hid in your bedroom, hoping the next fight would be over. It was nearly like Levi could see all those things happen when he was inside this place.
"Well, yes it is late. But you know her, right? She wants to get things done." the other man meant not giving away anything. Levi groaned before the door was closed from the outside.
"Yeah she wants that, she always does a good job." Levi meant and walked closer to the tall guy who claimed to love you.
"It's not safe at all for a woman like her to wander around alone to this time, don't you think?" his voice cold, not a hint of warmth. God Levi would give everything, everything to protect you. Slowly your boyfriend turned irritated by these questions, the behavior. He furrowed his eyebrows tried to wave this off. Â
"Women like her?" he asked Levi with a certain edge in his voice.
"Women like her....soft, and good, make you warm around your heart with a single smile. Make your day better by walking by. The way she pours in tea...with such a determination to make someone happy nearly can be annoying when it wouldn't be so beautiful." Levi mumbled more to himself, when he realized how much you meant to him. How much you affected him.
"You don't deserve her, and you know it don't you?" Levi asked him the direct looking nearly menacing in his face.
"What you are talking about? Sure you are still doing check-ups?" your boyfriend asks and slowly there was this other side getting out, his face turning stern and angry.
"Yeah, check-ups on you. You really thought you hid it well enough?" Levi started and well Levi was shorter yes, but this guy wouldn't stand a chance against him.
"It is not of your concern what is between me and my damn girlfriend." he stated with a low and dangerous voice, all that bubbly and happy side he appeared vanished in this second, it was clear it was never real.
"She is my concern, she was when she started working by us. She hides her bruises well enough, you don't hit her face, I give you that." Levis words meant to provoke, to justify his actions he would take. And Indeed your boyfriend never hit your face, it was always so pretty, and he didn't want to ruin it, but he didn't want anyone to notice what was happening behind closed curtains.
"And? What now? Reporting me to the higher ups? Congratulations Captain, no one cares about a fucking maid." your boyfriend claimed with a cruel chuckle, cracking his knuckles.
"It's already too late for that, when you really think this here has a happy ending for you, than you have not paid enough attention boy." Levi grumbled and then it started... Â
That "fight" was short, indeed short, your boyfriend was so fast on the ground with Levis form hanging over him, bashed against the wall. Not more than a howling hound now.
"Please, I never do it again!" that tall guy cried, after he got hit many times in the face. His wrists already broken because of Levi.
"I swear! Stop, please." he begged, begged for his life, never did he thought something like that would happen. That someone would come and actually give him a lesson, but more than that to actually punish him for what he did.
"You didn't stop, when she asked you to." Levi spit out into his face, maybe it was wrong, maybe this was the wrong approach to do it. But man like him would never change, they would find the next victim. You already suffered enough... maybe it would hurt, but this pain, Levi knew he would be able to heal it for you. At least this is what he wanted to try.
With some more action of Levis fists your boyfriend slumped to the ground, alive but barely breathing. He asked himself why someone like Levi came to do justice for you.
"You want her to yourself." he stated with a weak and raspy voice.
"It's not about what I want, but what needs to be done. She suffered in your hands, and this what I gave you was not even the half of everything she went through. How could you hurt her?" Levi asked him grabbing his throat looking him dead in the eyes.
"Because she let me... because she is that pretty bird I wanted to keep in that cage." he answered and maybe your boyfriend was now honest for the first time in his life.
"She is good and you knew that. A shame that a man like you had her, had the chance to love a precious being like her and yet ended up locking her up, cutting off her wings, for what use? Because you felt strong? What a pity you need to be, when you need to hurt others to feel strong? Piece of shit." Levis voice was dangerous sharp like a dagger he meant every word, he was so angry at this guy.
"And now do me a favor and fucking die." was the last Levi said to him before he snapped his neck.... it was done now, he removed the trash. Â
Weeks went on after this incident, your boyfriend...he was being missed, his body not found, simply no one expected him to be dead, but he vanished.
You were aware what had happened, even when Levi never told you exactly that he committed murder. It was not like that tit was selfish, but he couldn't watch, couldn't watch how you would always be haunted by the actions of this man. And well...you truly let your happy guard down, behind that a sad girl, a broken one. So much weight on your delicate shoulders, a weight he wanted to lift. Levi would carry every burden, even when you never wanted him to.
He gave you time, not even expecting you to love him, to show him a sign of something, a small glimpse. Everything he wanted was that you felt safe, felt cherished.
Levi was in his office again but when he looked outside the window for just a fleeting moment, his eyes caught your sight.
You stood there in your maid dress you always wore, you finished working. Standing outside and handing out some pastries you bake. Of course Sasha was literally eating out your hand before Connie and Jean could get some. You weren't healed, but you seemed lighter, there was something about you now...something that made him want to believe it was justified what he did. He would give everything to a new sight to drink you in. The woman that was so gentle, yet always ready to give everything she could, just for a smile from another. The Captain found solace in watching you, your features highlighted by the sun. These lips that curled into a warm chuckle. These eyes that always gave away how you felt. At least to those who took a look, a real look.
He would give everything to borrow your indifference to see the world through your eyes.
You two had something together, the world had been unfair to both of you and yet you were able to be like this. Able to give that what Levi couldn't show. Not that these feelings weren't there, he cared a lot, more than he would admit, but you were the part that showed it.
You would complete him.
After you gave the three scouts the pastries you then went inside again, not many moments went over and he heard a knock. "Come on in." he replied with a curt voice. And there you was, none of you talked about the fact he made your boyfriend disappear.
You opened the door, with a tray in your hands, a warm cup of tea, Earl Grey, no sugar with a shot milk. And one of the pastries you bake, glazed with honey and walnuts.
"Before my shift is over I don't wanted you to pass out the chance to get one of those, before Sasha and Connie will kill all the pastries." you spoke with a sweet voice. You still seemed to carry a burden, yet you seemed lighter. You placed the tray on his desk, stood there next to him for a moment. Furthermore, you were thinking. There was this tension, the question if you should ask or not since weeks. The tension wasn't bad at all, but it was palpable. So much Levi felt it too.
"Your shift is already over, I know when it ends, and you worked longer than you have should." Levi pointed out with a short nod to the clock. Â
Indeed, your shift would have ended about 45 minutes ago. You wiped your hands on your apron before your face turned to him.
"Yeah maybe it was, but I enjoy being here. It's home now, remember?" you answered and was referring to the fact that he told you, you were home. And it struck his heart for a moment when you said that. You weren't shocked about what he had done? You were sweet and gentle yes, but not oblivious. Likewise, you knew your situation had been bad, probably when Levi wouldn't have noticed, when he wouldn't care you would still be locked away like the bird without wings you were.
Yearning for freedom. You were still learning, learning to fly, learning to take your freedom Levi gave you. You were living in the headquarters now, not that old home that hold so many gruesome memories to you.
He gave back your wings, the feathers slowly grow back, with each passing day.
"(Y/N)... I-" for once Levi wanted to start, wanted to explain why he did it. But you shut him up, with a simple gesture. Shoving the tray closer to him.
"You gave me back, what I wasn't able to get myself. Maybe it was not the perfect way. But...what is even perfect?" you asked instead you looked him deep in the eyes.
A silent understanding. It was a moment that not seemed to went over.
"You are." Levi replied, when he said that your eyes went so soft. It has always been like this, he never expected anything in return for what he did. He yearned for you, for so long, for that understanding and lovely woman you were. The way you made him warm around his heart.
Always feeling so unlucky when you had been taken, by a man who never truly wanted to see you. Because Levi saw everything about you. Every aspect that made you...you.
He lived like he got missing limbs, for you. So often he felt a piece missing. A missing heart next to his.
"Don't say that, Captain." you meant to him before you bend down a little because he was sitting, and you had been standing next to him.
"You said I am home... I want you to say that I feel like you are home too." you spoke before you took a deep breath, leaning in and giving him a sweet kiss on his cheek.
The usual stoic Captain, so composed. He felt vurnable for a short moment. Someone who saw behind his exterior, even with the things he has done, and would do again.
"Thank you, Levi. For everything." you whispered wanted to turn awa
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Itâs Liv who catches him looking first. âDonât look,â she says, blowing the smoke from her joint out of her nose as she speaks. Someone has strung up fairy lights in the trees and she looks ethereal in their soft glow.
Of course you look, glancing behind you with an inhale on your own joint, feeling the pleasant burn of the smoke coiling in your lungs. Heâs standing just outside the glass doors to the yard, staring with that single-minded intensity he gets about things. Obsession.
You blow out the smoke and look right back. He jerks his head a little, to the left, and you know what it means, know what heâs saying when you turn back around to stub out whatâs left of your joint.
âI donât know what you see in him, Ames,â Liv says, warning in her voice, her eyes tracking him as he walks back into the house.
âI know.â
She sighs, grinding out her own joint before checking her phone.Â
âHey,â you say. âYou ok if I go?â
âYeah. Jackâs gonna be here soon.â You wonder if she knows how much her eyes light up when she talks about her boyfriend, and then you wonder what your face looks like when you talk about Rafe. Actually, you donât talk about Rafe, and nothing really makes you happy anymore, so thereâs that.
âK,â you say, and move to go but she grabs your wrist and looks at you, serious.
âBe careful around him. I mean it,â she says, and your stomach warms at the worry in her tone. You guess some things still make you happy.
âHeâs giving me what I need.â You give her a small smile, as if that will make it ok.
She frowns, but lets go and says âOk. See you tomorrow.â
You trail across the backyard, not really in any hurry to get inside. Your head feels fuzzy, not too much, just a little bit, the way you like. You know heâs waiting for you. Itâs quiet out in the yard, just the stoners and smokers and the Pogues who donât care that itâs a Kook throwing tonightâs party.
The noise hits you like a slap when you slide the door open to the living room, the humidity hits you right after, and you blink a little in the dim light of the room, surveying the crowd inside. Itâs a mix of people, mostly Kooks, some people you donât recognize who are probably Tourons. Thereâs a harsh song playing, and someone has set up a strobe effect so you hurry through the room to the stairs.
The sounds melt away the further into the house you get, and you take it slowly, trailing your fingers along the wall. You know where heâll be, see the room at the end of the hallway spilling soft light onto the floor.
You pause in the doorway, struck by him, just like you always are. Heâs lounging on the bed, wearing a stupid pink polo and khaki shorts, and heâs barefoot, haloed in the glow from a lamp on the nightstand.
You shut the door, completely closing out the noise from the party downstairs, and you go to him.
He surges up off the bed in an instant, one strong hand around your waist, hot on the bare skin of your back in the gap between your shirt and shorts, the other tangled in your hair. He yanks your head back, and you gasp at the pain. He takes the opportunity to capture your mouth in a searing kiss, more teeth and tongue than anything else.
You wind your arms around his neck, holding him as tightly as you can. He moves from your mouth now, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your jaw before latching on to your neck, sucking and biting at the thin skin there. You moan, wanton, knowing that the pounding music from downstairs will ensure your privacy, but not really caring if anyone does hear. Distantly, you think that youâll have to borrow one of your brotherâs stupid ascots to cover these marks at work tomorrow.
He nips at you, viciously, and pulls your hair harder, encouragement to be louder. You whine, and grind down against him. He grunts, pulling you down against him, and you feel how hard he is for you, know that the only thing keeping you apart are his stupid little khakis and your cutoffs.
Suddenly, you canât wait anymore, and you shove off of him, wincing when he comes away from your neck with a sharp sting. You sink to your knees in front of him, swallowing when he comes up on his forearms to watch you, bracketed in between his thighs. His hair is mussed and his lips are swollen and red, wet. Itâs not fair, that someone like him could be so beautiful.
You touch him over his shorts, reveling in the way his eyes close and his head falls back, the way he breathes out harshly as you rub him. You go for his fly, butâ
âStop.â His hands are on yours, pulling you away from him. Youâre confused, and a thin coil of embarrassment threatens. Heâs not turning you down, is he?
But no, heâs speaking again, commanding. âStand up. Take your clothes off.â
You do, reaching for the hem of your shirt, but he stops you again.
âNo. Turn around. Do it slow.âÂ
You stop, look at him. His eyes are dark and his eyelashes are thick as he looks up at you, face expectant.
You turn and give him a show, pulling your tight tank top over your head. âFuck,â he breathes out when he realizes youâre not wearing a bra. You hook your fingers around the waistband of your shorts next, slowly pulling them down until youâre just in your lacy black thong. You go to pull it down too, but for a third time, his words stop you.
âLeave it,â he says, and you shiver from the proximity and the need you hear in it. Heâs right behind you now, breath brushing the back of your neck as he pulls your long hair over your left shoulder before licking a stripe up your neck and nipping at your ear.
Dreamily, you sigh, sinking back against him. Heâs taken his shirt off, and you could swear you feel his heart beating as he presses his chest to your back. He wraps his arms around you again, caging your arms down against your sides so you canât do anything but take it as he grabs your jaw with one hand, moving it to the side to give him more leverage as he goes back to ravaging your neck with his teeth. The other hand he puts on one of your tits, palming it and rolling the rapidly stiffening nipple in his fingers.
You canât even drop your head back because of his grip on you, all you can do is take it, let the sensations wash over you. You can move your hips though, and you grind your ass back against him as much as you can, desperate to feel his length against you. And there it is, still tucked away in his stupid fucking khakis, but heâs shifted to, rocking gently against you.
He moves now, slowly walking you backwards towards the bed, and you think heâll sit you both down, but at the last second he spins you so that the back of your knees hit the bed and you stumble onto your back. He goes with you, arms bracketing your head and hips snugly nestled in between your thighs. His pupils are blown, and you donât know if itâs because of you or the coke you saw him do earlier or some combination of the two.
âTell me what you want,â he says, barely a whisper, mouth so close you could capture it with yours if you leaned up.
âYou know what I want,â you say, coy even though this is hardly your first time with him.
âI want you to say it,â he says, and your thighs clench around him involuntarily at the intensity in his voice. He notices, eyes crinkling even though his mouth stays in that harsh thin line youâre used to.
âFuck me,â you say, barely a whisper, giving him what he wants. âI want you to fuck me so hard I forget about everything that isnât you.â
He smiles, just a little, just a smirk, but itâs just for you so itâs ok.
âAll you have to do is ask,â he says, just as quietly as you, and then itâs like a switch has flipped and heâs a maniac, pulling his dick out of his shorts and yanking your panties aside before shoving into you in one smooth motion.
You gasp at the stretch, the almost pain of it. Youâre wet for him, always so wet for him, but heâs so big, and heâs rough. He doesnât give you time to adjust to him, already setting a punishing pace, snapping his hips into yours.
Heâs got one hand on your hip, fingers gripping so tightly that you know youâll have marks in the morning. He lets go, just for a moment, so that he can yank one of your legs up to his shoulder, and you moan as this shifts him deeper into you.
âOh, fuck,â he groans. âYouâre so fucking tight and wet for me. No one else makes you feel like this.â
You barely hear him, so focused on the sensation, so good you could stay in it forever.
He doesnât like this, and a sharp slap to your face brings you back. âTell me,â he says, eyes hard, moving his grip down to rest lightly on your neck. He doesnât squeeze, just rests his palm there, implication heavy and heady. âNo one else makes you feel as good as I do.â
You nod, reveling in how it drags his calloused hand against your throat, how you can feel his fingers flutter around you when you take a breath. âItâs just you, youâre the only one,â you say.
âGood. Can you come like this?â he asks and before you can answer he moves his hand down to your clit, pressing in with his thumb, tracing the smallest circles.
Can you come like this? Yeah, you can, and you do, vision whiting out a little with the intensity with which it takes you, hadnât realized how much the anticipation and his huge cock splitting you open had turned you on, how close youâd already been.
You cry out, first with pleasure and then with oversensitivity as he doesnât relent, just keeps pounding away and circling your clit. You try to wiggle away, youâve barely come down and you can already feel another orgasm cresting, and itâs not entirely a good feeling right now, but he doesnât let you move.
âYouâre not going anywhere,â he says, leaning close and biting your bottom lip hard and then soothing the sting with his tongue. âYouâre gonna come again.â
You nod jerkily, knowing the game by now. This is what youâd asked for, when you told him to fuck you so hard the whole world was him.Â
He changes his angle, just a little bit, getting a better grip on the sheets next to your head and pulling his hand away from your clit and moving it up to your throat. This time he does squeeze, just the way you like, light enough that you wonât pass out but hard enough that you canât take a full breath.
âTouch yourself,â he demands, and his eyes shift from your face down to where heâs inside of you, to where you slip two of your fingers to the bundle of nerves. Even at your light touch, your pussy jumps, tightening around Rafe at the sensation, and he groans, hips stuttering a little.
You can tell heâs close, and you want him to come, want him inside of you, dripping down your thighs for the rest of the night. The combination of your filthy thoughts, your fingers, and his cock combine, pushing you over the edge once again.Â
âOh, fuck, Rafe!â You cry out, strangled, and you canât breathe and your pussy tightens as it spasms, and Rafe finally pulls his gaze away from where the two of you are joined, his head dropping and eyes closing as he finally joins you, his hips smacking into yours as he falls over the edge, the sound of skin on skin obscenely loud in the quiet room.
You moan again when you feel him filling you, his cock jumping as he comes. He lets go of your throat and you realize how light-headed you were. Dragging in a full lungful of air for the first time in who knows how many minutes, you let him manhandle you, tugging lightly at your hair until you turn your face towards him so he can place a surprisingly gentle kiss on your lips.
âHow do you feel?â he asks softly, and your heart hurts a little bit. When heâs rough with you, when he hurts you, itâs good. The softness is hard to handle. He seems to realize this though, because he doesnât push you to answer, instead he pulls out of you, leaving you feeling bereft in his absence. The feeling doesnât last for long though, because heâs already plunging two fingers into you, holding your jaw so you canât turn away from him.
âYou only came twice. I bet you can go again.â With his hand on your jaw instead of the bedspread, heâs balancing on his elbows, and heâs that much closer to you. He doesnât kiss you again, and you donât kiss him, but your mouths are so close youâre breathing the same air. And now his fingers are curling, pressing through the mess inside of you to stroke your front wall and your whole body jolts at the sensation, so different from him pumping into you.
You let out another moan, still too overstimulated to do anything besides lay there and let him do what he wants. He shakes you, just a little. âLouder,â he commands. âI want everyone who comes up those stairs to know what weâre doing in here. What Iâm doing to you.â
You acquiesce, your moan turning into a shriek as he does â something â inside of you that has you lifting your hips, involuntarily seeking more friction. He chuckles and you feel a blush forming on your tear-soaked face. He does it again and youâre really crying now, so out of your mind with overstimulation that thereâs nowhere else for the emotion to go, both of your hands are on his arm, his wrist, clutching on because you donât know what else to do and he twists his fingers again and tilts your head so his mouth is near your ear and you realize that heâs been saying something all this time, itâs just that itâs only now with his mouth so close that you realize itâs your name, heâs chanting it over and over again like itâs a prayer andâ you shatter, screaming for real as you come the hardest youâve come all night, practically gushing on his hand but heâs not stopping heâs still working you and youâre so oversensitive and his fingers are so big, you swear he added a third one at some point, and you donât even come down before youâre flying again and you really and truly do black out at this point, the sensations just too much.
When you come back online heâs pulled his fingers out of you and he seems preoccupied with rubbing your thighs, massaging your combined fluids back into your skin. Of course he is, the freak is obsessed with having his mark on you.
You must have moved or made a noise because suddenly heâs laser-focused on you.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he whispers, and it would be too much, too intimate but he knows that about you, and keeps going. âI love when you cry for me. Because of me.â And maybe that should scare you the most, that he knows what he can get away with saying to you, dressed up in language like he doesnât really care.
He doesnât let you dwell on it though, because heâs sliding his hand, the one that was inside of you, up to your mouth. âOpen,â he says. âTaste us.â
And you do, tasting the swirl of his bitterness and salt mixed with your sweet, almost tangy juice. His pupils are still blown wide, his blue eyes deep and dark in the dimness of the room, and you know itâs been long enough for the coke to wear off, youâre not even really high anymore either, so itâs just him and you now.
You lie like this for a little while longer, letting him wipe your tear tracks away and trail his fingers over your skin and look at you, deeply, in a way he canât do in the real world, when heâs a Kook and youâre a Pogue, and not just two people like you are now.Â
He gave you what you needed. The world is quiet now, your problems feel far away. You feel sore and wrung out and sleepy. And if he can give you what you need like this, then you can give him what he needs too. Someone to lie with. Someone to be still with. Someone to take care of, even if itâs just in these quiet, stolen moments.
ââ˘ÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇâ˘âĘ âĄ Éââ˘ÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇâ˘âââ˘ÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇâ˘âĘ âĄ Éââ˘ÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇÂˇâ˘â
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The change of seasons is on its way in Chapter 10, now live on AO3
A Season of Whale Song
Rated E 10/13 39K
Ch 10: Atropos
Itâs still the last week of Aziraphaleâs survey and it isnât over yet.
âCrowley, youâre being weird,â Aziraphale noted as the other began to pace back and forth in the kitchen as his frustration increased. âYou know Iâve worked in hotter weather than this up north. I really donât understand your concern.â
Anger morphed to worry as he clenched his hands in his hair. âItâs justâŚâ
âYes? Explain it to me. Please.â
âOK, right. It's like this.â Crowley took a deep breath and put his hands on his hips as he gathered his thoughts. âIt's not just that it's going to be hot. The weather is going to change today, right? Go from hot to cold again for a bit, probably very quickly. And there are very likely going to be thunderstorms with the change.â
âYes, butâŚâ said Aziraphale slowly, but still not fully understanding.
Crowley both rolled his eyes and his head. âSo this means the possibility of either a lightning strike or a bushfire. Or both. And if thereâs a bushfire driven by the strong winds that normally come with a cool change, well - â He threw his hand in the air. I might not be able to get out in time, Aziraphale finished the thought. Good Lord, he was making it sound like it was the end of the world.
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#good omens#crowley#aziraphale#good omens fanfiction#good omens fanfic#good omens fanfics#a season of whale song
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It's important to play a "LEVEL UP!" sound effect in your head whenever you get better at a skill because the world is flawed and so this does not happen automatically.
Often, in this life, we must provide our own sound effects.
#original#life advice#you can read this as a metaphor but i literally do mean that today i learned a lot about drawing backgrounds and upon surveying my work#i took a moment to imagine - as vividly as i could - a garbled video game announcer voice going LEVEL UP#it's garbled because sound files on classic video games were compressed as fuck and i am imagining like... a ps1 era game.#the kind where it holds up really well to this day and in all of the continuing sequels they#still use a lot of the same sound effects because they're so recognizable and iconic. I can picture the graphics and everything.#what does yours sound like or look like?#it isn't actually important that you do this specific thing but it is good to recognize when you're getting better at something#my favorite thing about learning to draw is when I can focus on a really good tutorial and#improve a skill so quickly that it really feels like I filled out a skill tree with my XP#it isn't always an immediate improvement but i am so low level in background illustration that i still level up with just a little XP#whereas if I want to get better at drawing expressions I don't think there is a single tutorial that will cause me to level up on its own.#just because this is the thing I've always focused on for most of my life and so a lot of the tutorials don't have new information for me#so that skill is at a point where it's just gonna improve slowly as i practice and pick up tips over time.#but I know so little about drawing shops or castles that literally one page of information is increasing my knowledge by 20% at least#Pro tip: the Etherington Brothers tutorials are so good and I was able to find several hundred for free on their website#so good#etherington brothers#how to think when you draw
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oh to be a mouse hybrid toyed with by a cat hybrid who just wants to see you squirm in every way
Ooh when the Cat Hybridâs owners told him they were getting him a new little friend, you, a Mouse Hybrid were by far the last thing he was expecting.
He wanted another cat to mess with, to play with⌠to mate with. But he couldnât stop himself from noticing your plump round form scurrying about the house or the constant skittish look in your eye as you surveyed your new home. Perhaps you would do.
From that day on he would terrorize you mercilessly. Chasing you around the around the house when your owners were gone, saying he was gonna devour you when he finally got his claws into you. Backing you into corners just to see the delicious terror in your eyes. Plopping his large form right on top of you so that you couldnât escape him even as you scrambled desperately to get away.
It was never ending and as much as you wanted to say you hated it, it felt far too good. The Cat hybrid severely underestimated you, forgetting you too were a hybrid with all the same perks. You could smell his desire in the air every time he chased you. And you had grown addicted to the scent. To feel so wanted and yearned for, especially during the chase, nothing else could compare.
He would only ever mess with you when he felt like it so you figured you might need to give him a little push. Using yourself as bait you use your owners creaky stairs to your advantage. As soon as the first step creaks, the Cat hybridâs head snaps up from where heâs perched. His eyes meet your wide ones for only a moment before youâre bolting down the stairs.
As soon as you hear the pounding of paws behind you, you smirk wickedly knowing your plan had worked. Cute little squeaks leave your mouth as you run throughout the house, narrowly trying to avoid being caught. He shouldâve realized how much you like this. Youâre much faster than him after all.
After rounding the next corner you wait a moment for him to catch up. Seeing a flash of fur and then youâre off. The Cat Hybrid pauses for a moment as he realizes what you had just done. What youâve actually been doing this entire time.
Adrenaline pumps through his veins as he chases you at lightning speed. Heâs catching up to you in no time and by the look of genuine alarm in your eye he knows this wasnât a trick. Instead of his usual antics he pounces on you, sending you both tumbling to the floor.
âYou messinâ with me, little mouse?â He growls in your ear, his body pinning you to the hard wood floor. You donât even bother to squirm, your heart beating out of your chest as you stare up at him.
Before you can even blink heâs shoving his hand down your pants and swiping his fingers through your folds, your slick drenching them with how aroused you are. He chuckles lowly, rumbling purrs vibrating into your chest and straight to your core.
âSo this has been a game to you, huh? A bit of foreplay before I inevitably snap and fuck you dumb.â
You find you canât even answer, panting breaths escaping you as you rock with his hand thatâs slowly rubbing against all the right places. He devilishly smiles and pushes two fingers deep inside you, causing your hips to jolt as you cry out.
âWell, sweetheart, youâve done it. Iâve snapped,â he says with a menacing snarl as he pumps his fingers roughly against your walls, his claws just barely scraping them and setting your nerves on fire.
You try and be as good as you can, staying perfectly still for him as he fucks you with his fingers, but your small reaction only seems to infuriate him further. He picks up pace, licking and nipping at your throat until you too break and your moans echo throughout the empty house. A secret smirk plays on lips.
That is until the Cat Hybrid plays a trick of his own. Pumping his fingers inside you, drawing you closer and closer till youâre just about to fall off that edge when he suddenly stops and withdraws. You whine, squirming now as you begin to beg for more.
âI see through you now, sweet prey. You wonât be winning this one.â
You only start to realize your mistake as he starts fucking you with his cock, the large length stretching you so good. The natural curve hitting the soft spot inside you perfectly. Then he starts doing to you exactly what he did with his fingers. Bringing you up to the edge and then pulling you right back.
Heâs as merciless as he is when terrorizing you and in a way heâs doing just that but in a whole new way that drives you more insane than the chasing ever did. Eventually youâre a sobbing mess, your tears and your arousal forming two separate puddles on the floor with how in need you are right now as he starts up again.
You jump as the sudden sensation of his wet nose nuzzling into your neck, his purrs even louder now. You immediately cling to him, meeting his thrusts and trying to chase your growing orgasm before itâs taken away again.
âDo you think youâve earned the right to cum for me now?â The Cat Hybrid asks and you whine, nodding rapidly.
You feel his grin against your skin before he pulls out and starts slamming his cock deep inside your cunt. His intent clear before he even says a word. But when he does itâs like music to your ears.
âI agree. Cum for me, mate.â
This time as you get closer and closer to the finish, he doesnât stop. Instead, his hands slips down and rubs tight circles into your clit. Your orgasm breaks through almost instantly and you scream as you milk his cock for all itâs worth, sending him right into ecstasy with you.
But the sound of the car door doesnât leave either of you much time to bask in pleasure coursing through you. Luckily the Cat hybrid takes the lead, maneuvering you both as he curls around you, keeping you stuffed full of his cock but hiding any of the evidence. Youâre too weak to do anything but shift into how he molds you. Making it appear as if you two are asleep and cuddling in the hall.
âAw, look at them. Finally getting along,â you hear your owners say who are none the wiser to whatâs really going on.
Cat Hybrid bf rocks his hips, snapping them back inside you quietly and forcing a squeak from your throat. He chuckles under his breath and nuzzles into you, not planning on moving away from you for hours. Wondering how many more orgasms he can rip from your tight pussy.
#dragonsasks#monster fucker#monster smut#monster lust#monster lover#monster fuqqer#monster fudger#monster romance#monster fic#monster imagine#teratophillia#terato#monster bf#monster boyfriend#cat hybrid#werecat#hybrid monster#hybrid creature#werecreature#werebeast#hybrid smut#hybrid fic#hybrid#hybrid x reader#monster x reader#monster x human#monster x y/n#monster x you#monster x fem!reader#monster x female
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GIVING THEM A FRIENDSHIP BRACELET
ę°warningsęą not proofreadâŚ:3
â ę˛ ` synopsis . . . how would your significant other react when you give them a friendship bracelet made by your own kind hands?
â ę˛ ` characters . . . diluc, kazuha, kokomi, scaramouche, heizou, itto, cyno, lyney, lynette, freminet, furina, neuvillette, navia, ga ming, chiori, arlecchino
â ę˛ ` notes . . . this reminded of primary school days of making randomly coloured loom band braceletsâŚsniffles, the good olâ days of giving your crush bundled up daisies that had bugs on them from the schools yard and then immediately running away (i am a lesbian i had no such experience in just talking for the sake of poetry âăďźăăâ)
R. DILUC â 迪ĺ˘ĺ
âwhatâs this, my love?â he cautiously surveyed the tiny strings and charms with a shocked yet rather satisfied expression. so this is what you were so focused on for the last couple hoursâŚ? he canât help but feel slightly relieved that instead of wasting away at work you were merely crafting a cutely childish gift for him.
âitâs a friendship bracelet! look, i even managed to find these cute strawberry charms for you.â you laughed and start fiddling with the short strands near his scalp, fiddling with them and folding them over to create a stem-like shape.
diluc softly exhaled in amusement, wrapping the small piece of jewellery around his already bedazzled wrist. it takes him a real good second to actually realise what you just said. awkwardly coughing into his hand, diluc catches your attention, âdarling, you do realise weâre married?â
a smile possesses your face as you hook your arm with his. âof course i do! i just thought itâd be cute, you know?â he smiled in response.
diluc is no stranger to friendship bracelets. after all, him and kaeya used to make those for each other all the time. sometimes that young triplet consisting of a very dedicated jean, a shy kaeya and a mischievous diluc (sometimes a cutsey barbara who tried to eat the beads) would gather together to create and exchange such bracelets.
a tradition that diluc mightâve let go of but had never forgotten. when you go to sleep at night diluc immediately places your bracelet into a drawer where he kept all of the ones from his childhood.
K. KAZUHA â ćŤĺä¸ĺś
âis this a friendship bracelet? thatâs very considerate of you, my love.â kazuha tilts your chin to press a feather-light kiss onto your lips, his touch so tender it was like being touched by sunlight itself. âbut i thought we were passed our journey of friendship?â his hand travel down to your hips. squeezing them intently to bring you close to his flowery scent.
âor do i need to remind you that weâre lovers?â taking your hand in his, kazuha leaned his head down to press his lips against your knuckles, eyes peeking through his bangs as if to entice you. and, well, of course it did. kazuha knew just a simple glance at you paired with an affectionate grin was enough to lure you into loving his arms.
kazuha didnât expect for a piece of handmade jewellery consisting of maple leaf charms with red string to become so sentimental to him, but it was only a matter of time till the bracelet helped become an engraved memory of you. heâd kiss it each time you were apart, hold it up against moonlight while stargazing, trying to illustrate your figure within a constellation.
wandering became more exciting. heâd get to slowly part from your lips, while still having a perpetual reminder of the love you shared with a few pieces of strings tied to his wrist alone.
kazuha, though content with this, always secretly craved to hear the sound of your voice as you called his name and reached out to him. however, within his life heâs learned one thing that has truly stood out; itâs the small things in life that mirror true beauty.
S. KOKOMI â çç厍ĺżćľˇ
âyour excellency? what is that on your wrist?â gorou tilted his head curiously, his ears twitching in tandem.
âhm? oh, this?â she shakes the coral coloured bracelet, making the beads and fish charms jingle excitedly as if they were jumping within sea waves. âhaha, [name] gave it to me. itâs a friendship bracelet!â kokomi shows it off with pride, a flutter of flapping fins hit her ribcage in the form of her beating heart at the prospect of people seeing the deepness of your ocean-depth bond with just a few beads on a string.
burnout is utterly debilitating. as kokomi spends only a few minutes in her recluse corner within watatsumi, even the shimmering of pearls and the quiet sound of the shore isnât enough to bring her fragmented energy to rest. nesting her head upon the bundled arms that laid carefully on her desk, she attempted to snooze. finding that she can just barely flutter her curled eyelashes close before an unbearable ache pinches her eyebrows into a knot.
feeling defeated, kokomi sits back up and taps her fingers absentmindedly on the wood, finding just a tiny bit of solace in the sound of clicking and clacking. waitâŚshe quickly glanced at her wrist, noticing she completely forgot to take off her bracelet when preforming her duties. despite her fatigue, kokomi canât help but exhale a smile. calloused fingers tweezing the bubbly fish charms in an attempt for stimuli that wasnât so agonising.
sheâs so glad she has you, even if that memory of you is withheld in something children share for an intended promise of foreverness.
SCARAMOUCHE â ćŻĺĄćĺ§é˝
âare you twelve?â scaramouche raises his eyebrows at you with a sneer, a look of either disgust or confusion on his face. âif i didnât know any better, iâd say you were mocking me.â
âyouâre short but not kid short!â you retorted to appease him, rolling your eyes at his annoying theatrics. did he really have to be so bitchy all the time? i guess when people say that short people tend to be the most angry because all that wrath is bottled into such a teeny body itâs very trueâŚ
the friendship bracelets (yes you made two!) were a representation of his journey from the malicious âballadeerâ to the slightly less malicious and more so bittersweet wanderer. a contradicting colour palette yet his frosty and asshole attitude remained the same no matter what hue of the rainbow he was dipped in (shouldâve been named skittle not scaramouche).
âif you donât like it that much you donât have to wear it, itâs not like iâm forcing you.â a pang of disappointed squeezed your chest heavily. it wouldâve been fine if he just threw it away after a week or so. you wouldâve been extremely hurt yes, but itâs better than having your own lover reject a handmade gift without even a thought for your feelings.
seeing your frown lines and the way your eyebrows scrunched together, scaramouche sighed and immediately snatched the bracelets back. quickly covering them over his wrist and crossing his arms over his chest defiantly. âi never said i wouldnât wear it, stop being whiny.â
the slight embarrassment he felt was worth every stroke of blush on his cheeks if it meant he could see you smile brightly at something so childish.
S. HEIZOU â éšżéé˘ĺšłč
âitâs not our anniversary.â heizou stated simply.
ânope.â
âneither of our birthdays.â
ânope.â
ânot a special achievement either.â
ânope.â
âalright, love, spill. whatâs the occasion, hm? just in the mood to spoil me with your affections?â heizou threw his hands up in defeat. not being able to use his detective experience into deciphering why you decided to be so cute today and bless his otherwise uneventful day.
carefully, you wrapped the bracelet around his eager wrist. âno occasion~ just felt like giving you a friendship bracelet to show my love for you.â he raises an eyebrow. leaning to your eye level, heizou procures a look of confused distaste at your seemingly innocent admission. âfriendship?â he looks away dejected, placing his hands on his hips. âand here i thought i was your very cool and sweet boyfriend.â
brushing away his dramatics and looping your arms around his neck to pull his pouty face in closer, you retaliate. âoh hush, youâre still my lovely dramatic boyfriend.â heizou smirked and leaned in impossibly close, his breath tickling your soft skin generously.
âthen, could you show your love for me in another way too?â begrudgingly, you caved. moulding your lips with his while his hands gradually situated themselves on your hips. a chuckle escapes his occupied mouth, leaving a tingling feeling down your spine as you pull away, a bright smirk on his face. âthanks for the bracelet, baby~ iâll be sure to wear it as my lucky charm during investigations!â
A. ITTO â č泡ä¸ć
âwell of course youâd want to bless the almighty arataki itto with such a gift! i humbly accept your offering~â itto sways a thumbs up, tongue rolling across his pointy teeth in an extravagant display of confident hubris. all in vain, of course. no amount of bravado could dull the charming blush on his cheeks; the way his grin hoisted into a genuine smile of gratitude or the way his eyes glistened with a familiar light; childlike wonder.
itto was never and has never been accustomed to such small things in life. honestly, he was lucky for a stranger to not throw insults, physical objects, hits, kicks, spit, and the like for his mere existence. a friendship bracelet was an event that was so far out of reach for the oni that the only thing he wanted to do right now was to kiss you stupid.
but, he couldnât. he stood still, twiddling with the beads that nested against his wrist with a haze that was absentminded you felt like tapping him would cause a bubble to burst above his head for water to splash him awake.
the word âfriendâ doesnât even register into his brain. heâs too content with the knowledge that your bond meant something to you. that he meant something to you.
youâve never seen itto so quiet before. heâs usually this giant (literally) ball of energy that bounces around the place and shares an infectious attitude of confidence and joy with no restraint even to the most stoic, but right now, it was like he was that small vulnerable child again given a chance at redemption for simply living.
CYNO â čľčŻş
cyno tilts his head to the side as he stares with pinched brows at the weaved threads of purple and yellow beads and charms that you held in front of you with a delicate hand. âwhatâs the bracelet for?â
âitâs a friendship bracelet!â taking the initiative, you wrap the bracelet around his relatively small wrist and watch in awe as it seems to match his palette perfectly. perhaps not his personality, but maybe if he wore this around regularly people wouldnât be so frightened by his frozen features.
cyno went quiet for a moment, a look of confusion on his face. a look that made you shrink in shame. did he not like it? was something wrong with it? is it too childish for someone with such an esteemed status? all such baseless thoughts get immediately dispelled once cynoâs lips curl into a subtle grin, his eyes narrowing devilishly.
youâve often seen this look when heâs about to score a rewarding win in a tcg tournament. but, he also had this look whenâŚfuck. you sigh in defeat and simply let him say it. âwhy did the friendship bracelet break up with its partner?â
ââŚha. why?â
âbecause it felt tied down.â
you know how in animes when someone says something very fucking stupid, itâs like the world echoes with silence to allow the person to truly feel the embarrassment from their words? you hoped thatâs what cyno felt when you blank stared him with a thin line for your lips, hands clenching and unclenching as you fought the urge to squeeze his cheeks together.
âdo you get it?â he asks, but before he can ramble about the absolutely articulate construction of his pun, you spring into action and press your lips passionately on his. of course, he replies eagerly. enjoying the clicking of the beads hitting together as his hand made itâs swift, instinctive movement to your waist.
LYNEY â ćĺ°ź
âmon angeâŚis this for me?â lyney smiles gently at you, sneaking the red bracelet onto his wrist. unable to take his away from the fine craftsmanship and the adorable details of hats, doves and some card charms. knowing you thought of him so directly and so in depth made his heart flutter the same way a doveâs wings expand after being liberated from a cooped cage.
âof course it is, itâs a friendship bracelet!â you clasp your hands behind your back, awaiting either his praise or his teasing â whatever he was in the mood for more. despite the happiness that surged through his heart like a bad game of throw the dart, believe me you shot him hard in the feels, lyney frowns.
âbut, mon chĂŠriâŚâ he sighs in despair, a theatric hand over the very heart you had gripped tightly in your hand with a mere few beads of coloured wax. âi havenât gotten a gift for you, i feel rather ashamed of myself.â
âdonât worry about that, this is just meant to be my good luck charm for you during your shows andâŚâ your voice trailed off to him. not because he was uninterested but because he loved the buzzing sound of your melodic syllables each time your lips opened.
âah, my dear,â lyney paused your affectionate rambles politely, âyouâve got something hereâŚâ you tilt your head to the side quizzically and await for him to point at it or take it out. he grins wildly. âwell, isnât that cute?â lyney chuckles softly and while leaning suuuper close to your ear, âmagicallyâ pulls out a rainbow rose from seemingly no where.
âit seems weâre even now, hm?â he gestures, handing the rose over with a wink, leaving a cheeky kiss to your jawline in gratitude.
LYNETTE â çłĺŚŽçš
knowing lynetteâs character and demeanour intricately, youâre aware that grand gestures arenât at all her thing. she can barely handle a tea time conversation with someone if sheâs forced to play an active role.
the bracelet sat enclosed within your palm as you rambled on about your day to lynette, feeling an unshakable amount of anxiety vomiting into your gut for no reason but overthinking. youâve been avoiding giving her this bracelet for a week now in fear sheâll find very little value or use in something so minimal.
âyou have something you want to give me.â a phrase intended as a question, but said more so as a statement.
âiâŚuh, how did you know?â you laugh and play with the strings of the bracelet cautiously as to not break it.
���your eyebrows are furrowed and you keep glancing away from me.â she analyses you like a real robotâŚi guess sheâs really committed to that bit. either that or she just loves you too much that being unable to read your expressions would be a grievous sin on her part.
with a sigh of defeat, you slide over the bracelet to her with an awkward smile paling your usually joyous lips. âi made a friendship bracelet for youâŚthought itâd be cute.â lynette doesnât understand people around her a majority of the time. truly, she doesnât even want to, itâs not like she needs to either since she has her brother to leech on and others to fool with her robotic party trick and yet, she canât help but wonder why it is you choose to defend yourself over something so sweet.
âthank you, itâs cute. iâll wear it for my next show if iâm able to.â her lips curve upward in what to most would seem like a twenty degree uplift, but to you, it meant quite literally everything.
FREMINET â č˛çąłĺ°ź
nothing. no amount of experiences with his interactions with people couldâve prepared him for the absolute heart attack that was this gesture.
he loved it, too much. he wishes he could just dip back into the ocean depths. indulge in a meaningless conversation with the tidalga, or even express his feelings of adoration to you to pers. but currently, it was only you two sharing a humble moment together. no person he could lean in, no space he could rush the words heâd love to say to you in gratitude for the gift.
and you knew that. and thatâs what he also loved about you. how willing you were to accept and love him even with him being less socially adept than a coral reef. feeling the cool and vibrant coloured bracelet tilt around his wrist and knot in place, he smiled wobbly.
between the silence, you knew that the quiet smile and nod meant more than his stammered and hushed words could ever express. leaning in to press a kiss to the side of his wrist and cheek, freminet manages to gulp a bit of courage and swallow his static and tingly anxiety, reaching to kiss your forehead. letting his lips linger momentarily before he backed away. âthank youâŚâ
FURINA â čĺŽĺ¨
heartbeat pounding in her ears. eyes narrowing into puffy circles. her bottom lip bitten brutally by her gnashing teeth. hands shaky, making her teacup tremble within her grip. why were you glaring at her so intensely?!
first the invitation for a tea party with only you two as the special guests. second the ominous letter claiming you two âneed to talk.â and now, you were completely quiet and calmly snacking, drinking away several blends of tea without a word! it was absolutely ridiculous to think the one person she has entrusted her still mending heart with is ignoring all the clear signs of hesitance and vulnerabilities within the relationship despite them all being initiated by them!
âso, furina.â you clasp your hands together, an impish look transforming your usually peaceful face. her heartbeat stammers as her eyes meet yours in a tender glance. âuhm..yeah?â furina attempts to appear more courageous than she is, but truly, sheâs shitting it (for lack of a better term).
the silence stretched on for too long before you giggled and pulled up a blue and white toned bracelet from your sleeves, shaking it with your fingertips with a kind smile. âi made you a friendship bracelet!â
a ghost wavered out of her frightened soul, the tea in her hand put down at this point so she can savour the comforting feeling of her head in her hands. being a gorgeous, shining star in the spotlight of fontaineâs grand stage, furina isnât a secondhand stranger to gifts. whether theyâve been given to her personally, awkwardly, silently, with no words signed or a creepy letter attached expressing their reverence.
she wishes youâd sometimes go that route instead of matching her in these theatrics! begrudgingly, despite the little flutter in her heart, she slipped the bracelet onto her wrist and looked at you with a pout that you couldnât help but lean in to kiss.
NEUVILLETTE â éŁçť´čąçš
neuvillette hums a tune along to the orchestra of the vinyl. an accompanying sound of his pen hastily itching onto the paper adding to the rhythm. his door opens and while heâd normally remain quietly focused on his piling paperwork, he recognised this particular patter of footsteps coming towards him. you.
smiling habitually and peering his head up, neuvillette greeted you lovingly. âhello, my love. what brings you here today? did you get in trouble?â he knew the reason youâd come ushering into his office was hardly with the intention of getting him to aid you with your troublesome quarrels, but rather, you just wanting his love and affection that he was more than willing to fulfil. if time allowed, of course.
âno, no. nothing like that, yetâŚâ you grinned and neuvillette looked at you with a playful look of disappointment at the hesitance. âi made you a gift!â with a prideful aura that was less arrogance and more pure joy, you presented the bracelet to him. he wasted no time in stirring the small bundle of fabric and beads with his gloves. âlook,â you pointed eagerly, âi even managed to commission some furina and melusine charms! you know how we always joke about them being like our children? i thought iâd be a cute addition!â
he exhaled a satisfactory laugh in agreement, interlocking your hand in his to press a kiss to your knuckles in thanks. âcute, indeed. thank you, mon chĂŠri. youâre too sweet sometimes.â you sit on the edge of his desk, watching excitedly as he places the bracelet onto his wrist. âas a gift in return, after iâm done with work, how about we take a nice stroll together? i assure you, no rain will interrupt our serenity so long as youâre by my side.â
NAVIA â ĺ¨çť´ĺ¨
immediately gushes at you as your palm opens to present the gold and blue hued bracelet to her, adorned with rose charms that you personally painted in gold and a greyish blue to accentuate her outfit if she decides to wear it. it was less a decision and more a necessity.
she delicately handled the bracelet onto her wrist and kissed both of your cheeks in gratitude, âthank you so much, sweetheart! this is so cuteâŚbut whatâs the occasion? itâs not our anniversary or anything like that.â navia smiled at you, playing with some of the little roses and twirling them around in appreciation.
âitâs a friendship bracelet!â
her lips pucker into a pout as she starts to coddle you within her arms, occasionally swinging you around gently. âyouâre so absolutely adorable!â she nips at your earlobe, kissing it as a form of apology. âbut honey, you do know we arenât just friends right?â navia captures your cheeks within her palms. âweâre lovers!â she presses several kisses across your face, ending her affectionate spillage with a press of her lips on yours.
âoopsâ haha, sorry i got lipstick all over you, darling.â navia chuckled and began wiping away all the lipstick smudges from your pretty face. yet her attempts bore no fruit. instead of wiping away anything, she only made it oh so much worse. âah well, guess we both got presents from one another today?â she snickers, twirling her wrist to show off the bracelet with a wink.
GA MING â ĺć
if you thought this manâs eyes couldnât get any brighter, then youâre absolutely dead wrong. if you thought he could jump high while lion dancing, youâre also absolutely dead wrong!
he could outrun god right now. if you asked him to defeat a hoard of lined up mondstadt and liyue treasure hoarders, heâd do it in a heartbeat. what possessed you to be so cute?! do you seriously think he can take another heart attack like this after the one he had during lantern rite?
you arenât able to say much or even explain your reasons for as to why you decided to make this nor what it even is or represents before ga ming smacks his lips messily all over your face. a mixture of your own gloss from kissing you earlier and his own saliva stick to your skin sloppily and you canât help but feel both enamoured and grossly repulsed at the mixture of sticky wetness on your cheeks as well as the love that seemed to glow like fireworks.
âmmuah~! i love you so muchâŚare you trying to make me cry?â he pouts, becoming a giggling mess as soon as you roll your eyes at his dramatics.
he keeps the bracelet on every day. sometimes heâll be pouty all day if heâs unable to wear it in fear of it snapping and wasting away all your precious hard work due to either his negligence or the pains of manual labourâŚheâll have to cope with simply glancing at the red imprints the beads had left intended onto his skin for satisfaction.
CHIORI â ĺçť
âwhat is this?â she jingles the vivid and strong orange coloured bracelet in front of her face, appreciating the tiny details of the cute sewing equipment charms and what looked to be handmade porcelain bows embedded onto some beads.
âitâs a friendship bracelet!â you gleam at her, pride evident in your face at your creation. she hums in agreement; it was certainly something alright.
âoh. cute.â thatâs all the genuine feedback she could give you without mentioning how tacky it would look with her attire â it was an affectionate gesture, one which she didnât want to undermine and therefore, with little complaint despite her own personal conflicts, she slipped the bracelet onto her wrist, extending her hand out and twirling it to admire the craftsmanship.
you wonât see her actively wearing it out in every day life, perhaps youâll manage to sneak a glimpse of her playing with the beads while sheâs going over some designs in her sketchbook but otherwise, her gloved hands contain nothing but the smell of perfume.
not that sheâd admit it outright until you asked, but the real reason she refuses to wear your bracelet daily is for a simple reason; she doesnât want it to break in order to have that constant reminder of you as she goes to bed and stares up at her ceiling with the bracelet being coddled between her fingertips.
ARLECCHINO â éżčžĺĽčŻş
âyouâre so childish.â she muses, tracing her nails across the beads, eliciting a weird clacking sound as the charms and beads hit against each other. âbut i suppose thatâs also an alluring aspect to you.â she ushers the bracelet onto her wrist. despite it being completely covered, there was something even more intimate about her gift being a part of a hidden identity for her; your affection only intended for your gorgeous eyes and her narrowed ones.
tilting your head to her eye-level, you can smell her musky perfume. she leaned in for a kiss. her lips tasting like flavoured gloss consisting of all sorts of red berries, an accurate mirror to the rosey colour of her bright lips. a sneaky hand traced circles around your hips and waist as she attempted to take your breath away. a scythe is a befitting weapon for a woman whoâs kiss was practically a notion for death.
sheâs used to her children offering gifts and trinkets to her. rocks, random jewellery they crafted with glue, messy crayon drawings, sometimes even in the most macabre scenarios, blood itself. each of those, however, she cherished wholeheartedly. the same way sheâd cherish the bond between you two that sheâd never allow for anyone to break.
so long as she continuously receives silly gestures like this, sheâs convinced sheâll be able to hold you within her embrace with very little effort.
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Light On - single mom/neighbors fic Simon Riley/female reader
You're early.
Your little knock on the door sends him into a spiral of panic, brain splitting in half, trying to figure out if he can hide his mortifying failure from you and still save dinner.
You knock again.
"Hey, sorry, I know we're early but-" You peel off with a sniff, nose wrinkling slightly, lips tucking together. You're wearing a lip stick, or a lip gloss, or something? And your hair is done. "Is something burning?"
"No!" He blurts. "No, uh. I'm just... cooking. Come in, come in."
He did actually, burn dinner. He burnt it so bad he had to order delivery, Thai on the fly, much to your excitement, and he files the knowledge of one of your favorite foods away for the future. The two of you eat together, little bits and pieces being given to Emmaline from your finger, and by the time you're finished, he's nearly worked up the nerve to start talking.
"So..." your voice trails, awkwardly, and you glance at him before looking away, finding a spot on the wall to study. Here goes nothing.
"I ah, wanted to explain, my behavior... from the other night." He starts, rubbing the nape of his neck. You watch him expectantly, Emmaline on your lap, and when he falters, you give him an encouraging nod.
"I'm listening."
"How I reacted, how I spoke to you was... unfair. It was cruel and I never want to make you upset, like that." You nod. "What I do- my job- it's... it can be dangerous. Stressful. Our last mission was difficult and I... operate in a different headspace at work. It's what keeps me alive. Makes me good at what I do." Skip the killing part, LT, Soap's voice reminds him, and he pushes on. "I was still decompressing, when you came to the door and I didn't want you to see me... like that."
"With your war paint." You quip, and he pauses, head cocked. "You had black stuff, around your eyes?"
"Yes, with my war paint. I didn't want you to..." He loses it for a second, flailing in the wind, mind scrambling as he tries to put the words together. Just say it. Tell the truth. "I didn't want you to be afraid of me. I don't think I could stand it. It's no excuse but, I guess, I thought you deserved an explanation."
"You're right." You say slowly. "It's not an excuse." You sigh, twirling a fork through the last of your noodles. "I'm not mad at you, not anymore. I just... it's hard you know. To put yourself out there, when you're a single mom. And a widow. I thought, maybe... you didn't-"
"I do." He cuts you off. "I... you and Emmaline, you're the best things that have happened in a long time. I-"
"Oh my god!" you gasp, and he instinctually startles, muscles going stiff as he surveys the flat.
"What?"
"It's snowing! Sorry, just uh..." You're already standing, hand half reaching towards him, excited smile on your face. "Emmaline's never seen snow before, can we... this is her first winter." You explain, and then move towards the balcony, fidgeting with his door lock, huffing in frustration when you can't figure it out.
"I got it." He says, not mentioning that it's custom, and slides it free, pushing the door wide so you can go outside. You're vibrating with joy, smile wide and big, and even Emmaline feels it, watching her mum, little face lit up the same as yours.
"Look, baby. Look!" You point, and then cup your palm, letting fat white flakes fall into your hand, tilting to show Emma, and she cackles with excitement, pudgy hand slapping against yours, bringing the melting snow to her mouth. You laugh with her, staring back up at the sky before glancing over to where he stands in the doorway, enraptured. The snow is caught in your hair, on your nose, in your eyelashes, the same as the baby, both of you glowing on his fucking balcony like angels on earth, sent to him from someone up there who might love him.
"Thanks, mum." he whispers to himself, to her, ducking inside to grab the blanket from the couch so he can wrap the two of you up in it to keep you at least a little warm and protected from the elements. "I wish you could have met them."
When he reappears, you're still catching flakes, this time with your tongue, hardly paying attention until he's settling the blanket on your shoulders and stepping back to watch, content to try to memorize every single second.
"Come here." You call, extending a hand, wiggling your fingers. "Try to catch one on your tongue." But he can't move.... he's too stunned, standing there before you, staring, and it gives you pause. "Simon." You whisper, head tipped back. The balcony lamp reflects in your eyes, snowflakes and yellow shine glowing back at him, the entire world lit up inside them, and his hand finds your cheek, cupping it with his bare palm, thumb stroking across the velvet that is your skin.
"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. So, so sorry." His voice sounds thick, fractured, and you smile, leaning into him, Emmaline's warm weight between your bodies.
"I know... I... I understand now." You look away, for a second, taking a deep breath before blinking rapidly, tears just barely there on your waterline. "I can't... losing Emma's dad, before she was even born I- I can't... I don't want to go through anything like that again, Simon. I'm scared." It's a confession, horrifying and real, terrified and heartbreaking. All he can do is tell you the truth. Tell you what he feels. What he knows.
"You don't have to be scared." He murmurs, low and soft, other hand coming to gently support Emmaline's back. "Not with me. I promise you." What is he doing, what is he doing, what is he- what is he promising? To live forever? To never hurt you? To never let either of you be hurt? To claw his way back to you, even in death?
He looks down at you, at Emma, and the world freezes. He sees everything so clearly, the image of his future, of yours- a little house with a yard, another baby. Emmaline a big sister, so proud and excited. All of you tucked away somewhere secret and safe.
He takes a deep breath, exhale crystalizing in the air, water vapor falling like a halo around you, and his confession comes unbidden, so easily given to you. "I want to kiss you."
"Okay." You answer, and then he moves, closing the gap, slowly pressing his lips to the warmth of yours, blood pooling beneath his skin, heat flowing between your bodies. You taste like heaven, mouth sweet and easy for him, parting with a tiny gasp, and it overpowers him to the point where he thinks his knees might give out. He can't help but hold your closer, arm tightening around your back, finger stroking down the length of your spine-
Emma cries. It's not really a cry, more like a little shout, and you pull away abruptly, giggly expression on your face.
"What's wrong baby girl." He hums, patting her back, tucking the blanket tighter around your arm and her body.
"I think she's upset she's going to have to share you. You're her favorite nowadays, you know." You tease, and his grin is so heavy on his face, but so light at the same time, something completely foreign and wild, the breadth of happiness something he hasn't felt in so many years. "And she's probably cold."
"Should we go inside?" He motions, somewhat relieved to get both of you out of the cold, and when you nod, you take his hand, intertwining your fingers with his, squeezing gently.
"We should."
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Hi love, you have an amazing imagination, and I love your writing style. I was wondering if you could maybe do some more with Wolverine. I'm in that x men stage again. And I loved you last piece of work on him. Maybe you could do a continuation of it or think of something completely new. Anyway, dont feel pressured â¤ď¸
A/N: ur actually so sweet, thank uu! I'm also rlly shocked but appreciative of all the love Professor Howlett received, so u don't even have to ask twice for more, it's my pleasure ;)
Divided Attention
Professor Howlett II
Part one
Warnings: minors dni, Smut, fluff, language, jealousy, (legal) age gap, oral, f!receiving, semi-public
Pairing: Logan x Student (Mutant) reader
Summary: Things were going well with you and Logan, until he suddenly put distance between you both, acting strangely. On top of that, you catch him threatening one of your fellow classmates and have no choice, but to face your issues, head-on.
Word count: 2.6k
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Any small moment together, Logan and I chased. The little highs we could derive from our busy schedules, we eagerly pursued.
From a quickie in the janitor's closet, a make-out session after class, or a passionate sleepover, Logan consumed every inch of my life. He was consuming every bit of my mind, and an ominous trepidation was closing in, alongside him.
The more I saw him, the greedier I became. Desperate to see and feel more of him, beyond the surface. So, it was no surprise, that I soon desired something more from our casual relationship.
With graduation just around the corner, I was almost home free. Free to outwardly tell him what I yearned for.
But the concern that racked my brain constantly, that trepidation, was whether he wanted the same.
As I was getting to know him, it was clear there were parts of him I had yet to discover, parts he seemed reluctant to reveal. Sometimes he would be open, close by my side. The next second, he would shut down.
What made matters worse, was that recently, he hadn't sought me out. It's felt as though he's no longer hungry for those small moments, that I still very much craved.
Now I'm on edge and have no clue what he's thinking, or what he thinks of us.
...
The day started like any other. I went to each class, exhausted and disinterested, till that afternoon. Something caught my eye, and the eyes of the school's populace: Logan pinning a male student to the wall of the vast, oak wood hallway.
They speak in hushed tones to one another, and the boy looks beyond frightened, while Logan looks ready to tear his head from his scrawny neck.
It takes only a moment for my alarm to pass, and for me to note, that this boy sits next to me in history.
A sharp intake of breath hitches in my throat.
His name's Mikey, and he has been a nuisance to Logan from the get-go, long before our intimate affair. Labelled as the class clown, Mikey uses his obnoxious voice and meddling powers to disturb Logan's lessons, daily. To top it off, Mikey consistently bothers me, mimicking what I say, and staring at my profile, for far too long.
Just when Logan dips his head closer to Mikey, perhaps to rip out his jugular, like the predator he is, Scott interjects.
"Logan! Drop him!" When Scott's unnerved voice orders Logan, my eyes snap to Mikey's feet, which are spraddled in the air, dangling for dear life.
I guess a few days apart made me forget just how strong he is. Maybe he's just too gentle with me to remember.
As his feet slowly lower to the floor, gasps and murmurs flood the halls, and my head frantically shoots around, surprised by the crowd of avid onlookers.
Eyes anxiously surveying the students, I hone in on Logan again, flinching when seeing his pupils, already fixed on me.
He releases Mikey immediately, retracting from him while Scott grabs his bicep, heatedly whispering into his ear, and Mikey scrambles away.
Logan's eyes shy from mine and my mouth gaps. He almost looks, embarrassed. 'Huh?'
Soon, other teachers arrive to intervene, shooing students from the crime scene.
So, aimlessly wandering outside, into the courtyard, hoping to clear my head, I think back on our classes together. Every time Mikey acted up, Logan seemingly couldnât care less, looking more spent overall, than unsettled by his brazen jokes.
It was kind of funny, seeing Mikey quaking in his boots at the older male. It was only yesterday, that he spoke to me with such forwardness, and to Logan with such rudeness, carrying that typical smug expression -it was nice to see it wiped clean.
I laugh to myself, disbelieving what just transpired. I can only imagine what errand Professor Xavier will make Logan do to atone, or what bonding exercise he and Mikey may perform...
While I trudge down the stone steps, onto the vivid green field, I spot the devil himself, Mikey. He sits under the shade of a grand willow tree, dome hung between his bent knees.
Feeling rather empathetic, I stroll towards him, stopping in front of his feet. Evidently noticing my bright attire, his head pops up, and his dewy eyes widen.
"You alright?" I ask warily and his bottom lip trembles. He sniffs once, toughening up before responding, "I'm good." I nod, then look at the endless landscape to my right. "Whatever you did must've really been something, Mr. Howlett's rarely that peeved."
"You're telling me," he huffs sarcastically, sounding pained. Shifting, I sit beside him, maintaining some space. "If you don't mind me asking, what was that about?" Mikey pauses, thinking hard.
"No clue," he mumbles pitifully. I gawk at him, brows creasing. He peers at me and copies my appearance. "I'm not lying," he exclaims defensively. "There's no way," I retort, scoffing.
"If you don't fucking believe me, why ask," Mikey spits, mumbling "bitch" as he shoots to stomp off.
Suspiring, my crown gingerly falls onto the tree's trunk. Finding comfort in its rugged bark, I calmly savour the crisp air.
I close my eyes, for what feels like a few minutes until a fierce call of my name grips my consciousness. Eyelids cracking open, my vision focuses on Mr. Howlett himself, standing in all his glory, glaring down at me with a brooding look.
"If it isn't the man of the hour," I giggle humourlessly, straightening my spine, but choosing not to stand and seem intimidated, like he evidently wishes me to be.
"You have a nice chat?" Logan questions with an irked tone, obviously remarking on my 'chat' with Mikey. 'Was he watching us?'
I tilt my head defiantly. "I'm not picking sides," I raise both hands in surrender, smiling from ear to ear. His eye faintly twitches, and I nearly gulp. He grumbles incomprehensible nonsense, then chooses to stay relatively quiet, which is unlike him.
"Do you have something to say? Or are you just gonna stand there?" I inquire venomously.
Clearly dispising my attitude, he concentrates on my face, scowling. His features have rage written all over them, but I refuse to bow out of this impending feud.
He grumbles under his breath again, and I break.
"Speak up!" I shout, swiftly bringing my gaze to our surroundings, making sure we're alone -which is something Logan clearly isn't worried about.
"What the fuck do you two have to talk about?" He just about growls and I tense, stunned. My face contorts with perplexity. "Me and Mikey?" I question, and his eyebrows nearly conjoin in response. "Not much, just discussing you're outburst," heaving, I continue, "though he didn't have much to say on the topic," sighing, "you?"
His nostrils flare slightly, and I do my best to appear composed. "What else have you talked about?" He grunts, and I roll my eyes, rising to my feet, bored with our conversation. "What's it to you?" I ask rhetorically, internally referring to the distance he'd been building between us.
Moving elsewhere, I roughly brush past his shoulder. He doesn't immediately reply, but trails after me as I march further into the courtyard.
"The fuck you on about?" Logan vulgarly rumbles, and I forget to speak.
My pace then staggers when he delicately wraps his digits over my forearm, tugging me, almost cautiously, backward.
Square to him, I discern his thumb tracing my skin lightly, before finally looking at him. He examines his finger as it sweeps across my flesh. "Logan?" I carefully utter, and his eyes stay glued to where our bodies meet.
"Why do you talk to him," he pauses, snarling with emphasis on 'talk,' yet again. Then he murmurs, "-When you have me?" Heâs so quiet, that the words are barely audible. My features instantly soften. âAre you,â I hesitate, âJealous?â
When he doesnât answer, I gasp so loud, that my palm slaps over my mouth. He looks around, avoiding eye contact as I grasp the situation. âDid you threaten Mikey 'cause he yaps to me in class?â
Logan scorned the very idea of jealousy, cruising his head in a circle, to showcase his exasperation. I smirk uncontrollably and he snits. "Don't flatter yourself Princess," he remarks blatantly. My smirk only expands. "I can't believe you," I laugh hysterically and he motions like he's going to walk away, but he stays put, and I know I've won.
"Don't pull that face," he complains, gesturing to my proud look.
"What face?" I ask, playing naive, faintly swinging my body side to side. "Just stop talking to him, he's a bad influence," he grunts, peering off to the horizon. I giggle, "Or what? Do you intend to beat every boy who speaks to me?" I counter, and he struggles to fight a smile.
"What if I do," Logan more or less declares.
Shaking my head, "You've got some nerve," I huff, "seeing as you've been avoiding me lately."
"I haven't been avoiding you-"
I interrupt, "Oh yes, you have," playfully punching his gut with a grin, which drops the second my knuckles practically grow a heartbeat. "Ow," I breathe and at last, he laughs.
When Logan's laugh dims, he looks almost sullen. "Didn't think you'd notice," he mumbles and I quirk my chin in confusion. "You seem preoccupied." Gapping at him once more, he rolls his eyes, showing his teeth. "Don't gimme that damn look girl," he heaves, "you're young and, and-"
"And what?"
"Attractive," he sighs heavily, "you don't need an old man weighing you down."
I still, catching his genuine displeasure and defeat. It's like he's disappointed I may seek romance from someone else, but accepts it regardless, for my sake, my happiness.
My heart thumps irregularly and I feel like jumping his bones. I release a lengthy sigh, with a smile twinkling. His brow rises questioningly, seeming anxious about a reaction to his masked insecurity.
"What?" He bites.
"I'm relieved," his confusion visibly progresses. "I thought you were tired of me." As his mouth opens, to probably insult my intelligence, I cut in. "I wanna go steady with you, if that wasn't obvious already." My smile grows sheepish, then taunting, "I like you Lo, and clearly you must love me."
Like he's been holding his breath, a loud puff of air escapes his chapped lips, and I shamelessly watch as he wets them.
"You've gotta be the strangest girl I've ever met," he utters with a smirk forming, and I return one, interpreting his words as a declaration of love.
"Woman," I correct, then babble jokingly, "refined Lady." He confidently strides closer. "Mistress-"
The air leaves my lungs as his solid arms devour me, squeezing tightly.
"You best realize what you're committing to," Logan comments, lightly lifting strands of my hair with his fingertips, to kiss my neck. "That means, no more talking to boys," he grunts, humour coaxing his tone. "Especially ones so far out of your league," he pulls his head back, to peer at my expectant face, "It's not even funny," he finishes with a grin.
I laugh, unable to contain my joy, quickly hiding my wild smile in his chest. A pleased hum rumbles in tune with his heavy breathing, and I listen to his heartbeat's fairly, rapid pace.
For a while, we stay present in each other's arms, with fulfillment and ease consuming our beings, synchronously. Logan's fingers drift across my lower back, leisurely tracing my curves.
"I like you, so much," I whisper airly because the words couldn't be repressed, and had escaped. His hands gradually slow to a halt, till he abruptly draws back. He looks at me, with such intense seriousness, that I shudder.
Then, he pulls away entirely, taking my hand in his larger one, to drag me deeper into the field -into the overgrown areas, looted with massive trees and bushes.
"Logan?" My whisper transforms into a squeak when I'm hauled behind various, untrimmed hedges. His palms grope my hips, stilling me before he drops to his knees. I ogle his smug face as it bores into me, before he wrestles with my pink, low-waisted, jean shorts, impatiently dragging them down my plump thighs. He mumbles, "Ridiculous" when his eyeline levels with my purple, close-to-sheer underwear.
Like my shorts, he yanks them down to my ankles, then swiftly encloses his mouth over my cunt, swiping the folds with his tongue. I throw the back of my hand over my incoming yelp, biting down to muffle it.
"Is this you tryna to deflect admitting you really like me?" I joke meekly as my mouth parts from my hand, but I quickly chomp down again, when he licks me, with a long flick of his tongue. I gasp and whimper, using my spare hand to claw at his scalp for leverage, as he hungrily laps my pussy, sucking on its nub.
A tremor racks my insides, eliciting spasms while he builds up a powerful, but excruciatingly relaxed pace. His bulky digits move to relentlessly rub my clit, applying a rhythmic pressure that makes me sob.
Logan shushes me, mouth still buried in my folds. The buzz of his voice sends shivers through my core, and the strength of his action grows, acknowledging my imminent finish.
âEyes on me,â Logan basically growls, before diving back into my cunt.
I muffle a cry of his name with a fist now, biting my knuckles. Then, I look from the heavens, back down to the one hand I still have, clenching his silky locks.
My knees begin to buckle and his sizeable palms relocate to support my hips, with his fingertips bordering my ass, kneading it. "I'm close," I gasp, barely audible through my hand. He hums again, and when it elicits another shiver, and shake of my frame, I tumble over his back, wrecked by my climax.
Now hunched over him, with my hands splayed down his torso, I tremble furiously, coming down from my high. I can't help but whine when Logan continuously licks me. He tastes every inch of me like I'm the meal of a lifetime, like I'm oxygen itself.
"Enough," I choke, as my arousal becomes too much. His response is simply plunging further into me, to lick all the way from my ass, to clit.
Steam floods my stomach, lighting me on fire. A raging flame consumes my very being, and I relish in how dirty and dangerous this encounter is -in public on his knees for me, Logan made it known that I'm his, and he let me know, that he couldn't care less who heard us, because I was his.
"You're disturbed," I breathe, and his chuckle resonates louder when he separates from my damp skin. "You love it," he states with a smirk and an arch of his brow. He then runs his tongue over his soaked lips, and I bite back a groan, sighing, "I do."
Lifting, moving my palms to his shoulders, I capture his top lip, sucking on it as a thank you. I grin, and as if he can hear my jest coming from a mile away, he scoffs and turns to hide his smirk.
"And you must lovveee me," I repeat my earlier comment with even more enthusiasm, and he shakes his head.
He rises and I do the same. Logan then goes in for a kiss to shut me up, but just as he does, I catch his mumble of "I do."
I gasp into his mouth, eyelids stretching.
My lids briskly flutter shut when he deepens the kiss, dipping my figure, rather romantically, and we both smile.
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Siblings (Part One)
Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Half!Sister
Warning: Incest
It was around 10'clock at night when you heard a quiet knock on the door. You couldn't help but feel a little surprisedâand a bit nervous. You had never had a visitor this late before as usually your siblings were out, getting themselves into trouble, and your Aunt Polly, who had taken it upon herself to look after everyone, was in bed.
Your sister Ada, with whom you shared a room, had sneaked out earlier to see her boyfriend Freddy, so it was just you that night, alone in your small room, lying on your single bed, wearing a nightgown and reading a book.Â
"Who is it?" you called out, your heart skipping a beat.
"It's Thomas," came the reply. His voice was quiet and calm.Â
You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should let him in that late at night. He had just come back from the war a few weeks ago and his demure had changed towards you. It was almost like he had become obsessed with you, wanting to keep you company more often than you were used to.Â
Thomas was gone for five years and came back more handsome than ever. He had a rugged jawline, and deep-set blue eyes. He wasn't tall, but well-built with a perfect gentleman's body.
The war had hardened him, made him stronger, but also wiser. He had seen the worst of humanity, and you could tell that it had affected him deeply. It was understandable; he had been through hell and back.
"May I come in?" Thomas eventually asked, his voice still composed.
Without saying a word, you stood up and covered yourself with a robe , before opening the door slowly.
The light from the hallway spilled into the room, illuminating Thomas's figure. He looked a bit tired, but his eyes were still bright and clear.
"Of course," you said finally, as you walked back to your bed and folded your book closed.Â
"I have heard that there was trouble today, at the docks," Thomas said as he sat down on the edge of your bed. He looked tired, but fatigue failed to sap the confidence and dominance from his demeanor.
You sighed and nodded. "Ada told me not to go there, but curiosity got the better of me Tommy," you admitted whereas, the truth was, that just recently you began to involve yourself with Isiah, another Peaky Blinder and your new-found love had gotten you into trouble.Â
"Curiosity, eh?" Thomas chuckled, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Isiah wouldn't have anything to do with this curiosity now, would he?" he then asked, his eyes locked on yours.
You looked away, feeling a blush creeping up your cheeks. "He never meant for me to get involved, Tommy. It just kind of happened," you replied quietly, seeing how Isiah took risks and those risks involved you.Â
"Listen Y/N, you are a fucking Shelby," Thomas said, his voice stern but not unkind. "And you need to be careful about who you associate with."
"But Isiah is your friend, is he not?" you asked, slightly confused with Thomas's sudden change of tone.
"Isiah works for me Love. That doesn't make him a friend," Tommy replied curtly, his gaze still fixed on you. "Despite, even if he was my friend, I wouldn't allow him to be involved with my fucking sister,"Â Tommy added, the veneer of calmness cracking a bit.
You sat on the edge of the bed, feeling a knot forming in your stomach. The way things were going, it seemed as though you had made a mistake. With the tension in the room growing thicker by the second, you felt compelled to speak.
"Honestly, I don't even know why I got myself mixed up with him, Tommy," you admitted, shame coloring your voice. "I suppose I was bored," you added as an afterthought.
Thomas looked at you, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed your face. "You're better than that, Love," he finally said, his voice steady and firm. "And if boredom is what bothers you, then I am sure we can make arrangements for you to work at the betting house," he then told you a lot more gently than before, placing some stray hair behind your ear.Â
"Aunt Pol won't allow it," you said quietly, not because you didn't want to work there, but because you believed that your aunt would not approve of such an idea.
"It is not up to Pol," Thomas said shortly, his fingertips tracing the curve of your cheek gently. "But out of curtesy, I will discuss it with her, alright?" he added after a short pause.
Before you could respond, Thomas's hand dropped from your face, and he stood up, his presence in the small room suddenly overwhelming.
"But Y/N, if you are going to continue seeing Isiah...," he began to say and you quickly interrupted him.Â
"Not after today," you replied firmly. "Not after what happened at the docks. I promise," you added, reassuring your brother.
Thomas looked at you, relief visible in his eyes. "Good. I'll hold you to that Y/N," he said before leaning down to give you a peck on your forehead.
You blushed slightly, shocked by this sudden display of affection from your half-brother. But before you could react, Thomas walked out of your room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and, when you settled back on to your bed, you couldn't help but wonder what just happened. Thomas and you have always had a close relationship since him and Arthur had assumed responsibility for you after your father got arrested by the police, but you have never witnessed such a display of emotion from him before.
As you lay there in the dark, the silence was broken by the moonlight filtering through the blinds. The light cast a soothing glow on the room and made the floral quilt on the twin bed look more inviting. Your mind was abuzz with thoughts, each one trying to get a different message across. You tried to silence them and focus on the recent events.
This whole situation with Thomas, your curiosity, the sudden shift in your relationship - you knew that it was not something to take lightly. It felt different, and you could not ignore the strange tension that lingered between the two of you.
You sighed deeply and turned to face the window. It was then that you noticed the stars twinkling in the night sky ever so slightly. They were there, silent and unassuming, much like Thomas. You couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his mind.
Thomas had always been a mystery to you, even before he left for France, but now it felt like there was a whole other person behind the blue eyes that you had grown up with.
Days had passed and you indeed started working at the gambling den , which was located in the heart of Small Heath. It was a bustling place, and it was chaotic during peak hours, but you found joy in the chaos. Surprisingly, Aunt Polly did not seem to mind much; she knew that this was one of the ways to keep you out of trouble.
While you were working there, your brother Thomas kept a close eye on you and as different men attempted to flirt with you, they quickly learned that you were untouchable, a notion further solidified by Thomasâs warning glares.
On two occasions, he even threatened gamblers with a gun after you were propositioned for a date, and it was clear to you that he wasnât playing around. Thomas Shelby never made idle threats, after all.
"You do realise that most of these men are harmless, Tommy,"Â you said to Thomas one evening, after you had closed the betting shop for the night. The sky was a deep indigo and the stars were shining brightly.
Thomas looked at you, his eyes sharp and piercing. "That may be true, but you are my sister and they need to show you some fucking respect,"Â he retorted, his voice steadier than before.
"But Tommy," you began, still unsure of what to make of this sudden outburst. "I am capable of handling my own affairs. I can fend them off," you assured your brother who appeared somewhat overprotective of you.
"I am sure you are," Thomas agreed, a hint of amusement in his voice. "But what kind of employer would I be if I did not at least protect my employees from unwanted advances, eh?" he asked, one corner of his mouth twitching upwards in a half-smile.
"A pretty shite one I suppose," you admitted, returning his half-smile with a lopsided grin as he locked the door.
"Exactly," he concurred, shaking his head as you stepped onto the sidewalk, right by your brother's side. "Now let me walk you home. It's late," Thomas said as he always did when you worked in his betting house until after dawn.Â
As Thomas and you walked side by side, the silence between you was comfortable, but there was still something that kept niggling the back of your mind. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but it seemed like Thomas was hiding something from you.
Nonetheless, as you walked to the house you shared with Polly, Tommy and the others, you couldn't help but steal glances at him, trying to gauge what it was that was causing this strange behavior lately.
It was like he took a liking in you that almost felt, more than brotherly, but you decided not to focus on the matter and instead enjoyed the warmth of his company while it lasted.
Days passed, and your routine at the gambling den turned into sort of a normality, despite the occasional tensions between patrons and your brother that threatened to boil over.
On evening, at your house when you and Tommy were on your own, you ought to address it, his overprotectiveness and the strange tension that kept building between you.
But, Tommy simply brushed it off and told you that he was simply concerned for your safety.
"But I am safe here Tommy, with you and the others," you reminded him, your tone gentle yet firm. "And at the gambling house, even if some of the customers are inappropriate, it is a safe place because no one would dare to fuck with you, Arthur or John and I think you know that," you said, unable to mask the frustration that crept into your voice.
Tommy looked down at you, his gaze intense but soft. He took a deep breath before speaking, as if choosing his words carefully.
"Y/N, I know that you can look after yourself but, what I have learned over the years, is that no one is safe. Not here, not anywhere," Thomas said, his voice still firm but softer than before.
You stared into Thomas's eyes, feeling a strange mix of emotions coursing through your veins. Awe, admiration, and... something more. Something you couldn't quite put your finger on yet.
"The war changed you, you know?"Â you said the words before you could stop yourself.Â
Thomas sighed and looked at you, his expression filled with a mix of sadness and guilt. "Yes, I know," he admitted quietly. "I can't help it, Y/N. I've seen and done things that most people couldn't even imagine."Â
You nodded, understanding dawning on you.
"No, you are right Tommy. I can't imagine," you said softly, caressing the scar on his cheek, causing Tommy to lean in closer, his eyes locked on yours.Â
You felt your heart race as you looked into Thomas's eyes. There was something about him that made you feel safe, yet also intensely aware of your feelings for him. You had never felt this way about anyone before.
"But you know what's amusing though?" you murmured, breaking the silence that had enveloped the room as Thomas leaned over some more, his fingers lightly traced your jawline, you couldn't help but play along. "You are so overprotective towards me when it comes to potential suitors and there is almost no reason for you to be that way, because I never even kissed a boy before, so it just seems so absurd to me," you continued, allowing yourself to drop your guard, just a little.
"I find that hard to believe, Y/N," Thomas murmured, the pad of his thumb brushing the corner of your lips before slowly moving to trace the length of your jawbone.
Your breath hitched in your chest, hearing his low voice uttering your real name; you always felt an odd sense of familiarity from him, especially when he chose to use your given name, just for a brief moment. It almost felt like the two of you were not step-siblings.Â
"No, it's true. I never kissed a boy before, Tommy," you confessed, the words slipping out before you could stop them. You didn't know what had come over you, but suddenly, you couldn't help but feel drawn to your half-brother. "What is it like?" you
asked, your lips barely moving as Thomas continued to trace a path along your jawline.
"What's what like?" Thomas asked, his voice low and husky, as he leaned in even closer to you.
"Kissing," you clarified, a slight blush creeping up your cheeks as you admitted this.
Thomas seemed taken aback by the question, his gaze lingering briefly on your lips before meeting your eyes again.
"I guess it depends on who you are kissing," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Sometimes, it's just a kiss and it feels like nothing because it means nothing. But other times, it's more than that. It can be a way to express your feelings for someone. To show them how much you care about them," Thomas explained, his gaze still locked on yours.
"Do you think you could show me?" you whispered, surprising yourself with your own boldness.
Thomas's eyes narrowed as he looked at you, taking in your flushed cheeks and the way your breathing had quickened.
"Seeing that you are my sister, that would be inappropriate, don't you think?"Â Thomas said, a subtle hint of amusement in his voice.Â
"It's just a kiss, Tommy," you replied, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. "And no one needs to know," you continued, your heart pounding in your chest as you confessed this vulnerable part of yourself to your brother.
Thomas looked at you, his eyes searching yours as he processed your words. You could see the wheels turning in his head, and for a moment, you wondered if he was going to tell you no . But then something shifted in his gaze, a heat that made your heart race.
"Alright. Fuck it," Thomas muttered, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.
You gasped slightly, surprised by how sudden the kiss was and how soft and gentle his lips were.
Your hands reached up to grip his arms, feeling the firm muscles beneath your fingertips as you leaned into the kiss. Thomas's other hand reached up to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss.
Not knowing what to do, you followed his lead and when he parted his lips, you did the same before tentatively touching your tongue to his, experimenting with the new sensation.Â
Your brother's lips were warm and as the kiss deepened, you felt a fire ignite within you, spreading from your core to every inch of your body. Your heart was racing as Thomas's hand dropped down from your hair, tracing a path around your neck as he deepened the kiss once more before, suddenly, he pulled away.
You stared at Thomas, your lips still tingling from the kiss. You could see a storm of emotions raging within his eyes, but you couldn't quite decipher what he was feeling. Was it guilt? Shock? Excitement? Pleasure?
"I am sorry Love, but I have business to attend to," he told you with a horse voice, his breathing heavy and uneven from the kiss.
You nodded, trying to catch your breath as well. You could feel a blush spreading across your cheeks as you moved away from him, giving him some much-needed space. Thomas looked at you, his eyes heated with desire, before turning away and leaving the room without another word.
Even after he had left. a jolt of pleasurable heat still lingered on your lips where Thomasâs mouth had just been, you couldnât believe what had just happened. Your stepbrother, fucking Thomas, he had just kissed you and you didnât know if you should feel guilty about it or if you should be elated.
âYouâre an idiot,â you muttered to yourself as you ran your fingers through your hair, still feeling dazed. Your mind was racing, replaying the image of Thomas kissing you, over and over again.
Your lips were still tingling from the contact, but the room felt cold and empty once he left, leaving you alone with your tumultuous thoughts.
You couldn't believe what had just happened. Thomas had kissed you. He fucking kissed you and you were the one that had asked him to do it.Â
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What if I put an insane little idea in your head and let it bounce around? Mid seasons (7/8 ish?) Spencer with a kinnda sorta fangirl? She just started at the BAU and itâs not that sheâs weird about him but she does have like 3 of his papers memorized down to the letter and she âpossibly quoted him on her college application essayâ (itâs the literal conclusion).
Like sheâs just this little ball of excitement and he has no clue what to do when the team is like âask her out for the love of god and stop making heart eyes when she lets you nerd outâ
Sorry if this makes no sense itâs 2:30 in the morning
FANGIRL - S.R
a/n: AHHHHH BECAUSE WHAT IF I JUST SMOOCHED YOU
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pairings: spencer reid x fem!reader
warnings: reader being a fangirl for reid because WHO WOULDNT BE UGH
wc: 1.2k
"Dr. Reid, hi, it's such an honor. I'm the new agent."
You give him your name, hand extended out to him, bouncing off the balls of your feet. There was a badge pinned to your shirt, the clip attached to it gleaming in the fluorescent light, which despite its usual severity, seemed to soften around you.
Spencer comes to a standstill, his coffee suspended mid-sip, documents wrinkled in his hands as he assesses you. You are pretty. exceedingly so, but he's having trouble processing it, his mind still shrouded in the remnants of sleep.Â
He blinks away his surprise. "Nice to meet you. Hotch must've briefed you about the team, I assume?"
He adjusted the heap of papers to under his arm, freeing his hand to meet yours. The softness he encountered prompted a momentary pause, awakening a sudden urge to not let go. However, he promptly set aside the thought, releasing your hand with a concealed hesitation.Â
You fiddled with your earlobe, you shot him a sheepish smile. "Yeah, Hotch did, but I already knew a bit about you. I've always been a fan of your work. I mean, not like a fan per se, because that would be weird, right? But I've read all your papers, and they're just... they're brilliant, honestly."
Spencer was clearly caught off guard, his brows leaping upwards as he surveyed you. You weren't lying--that much was clear to him. He could see it in the way you met his eyes with an enthusiasm so bright it was nearly blinding.
"My work? You're actually familiar with it?"
A soft giggle bubbled from you, a sweet sound that seemed to momentarily leave him winded. He placed his coffee on the desk, leaning back slightly.Â
"Oh, definitely. Your research on chemical composition analysis in narcotics? I've read it so many times I could probably recite it in my sleep."
He considered the possibility of you exaggerating. He took great pride in his work and (without sounding too cocky) he was well aware of its significance and contribution to his field. However, there's a difference between knowing your work is recognized and encountering someone who has internalized it to such a degree--especially someone like you. He suddenly felt a touch of self-consciousness.
"I'm sorry, that was too much, right? I promised I'd play it cool, and then I saw you and... well, it's all just really surreal," you said before gesturing vaguely towards the bullpen. "Anyway, I'm going to go, uh, find my desk."
You hurried away before he could refute your words, head bowed. He felt like an ass.
The day threw him off balance. His contributions to the team lacked their usual insight, his mental gears turning more slowly. And for some inexplicable reason, he found himself preoccupied with thoughts of you. He attempted to rationalize it as a reaction to your interest in his work, a level of admiration that was a rare find. Unlike the formal niceties from others, your excitement about his work, about him, stood out.
He tried to latch onto Hotch's deductions about the unsub, willing his intellect to snap to attention and offer up a decent theory. However, a glance in your direction derailed his efforts. You were bent over the desk, your hands animatedly navigating through the papers. He was happy to see your enthusiasm was there despite his lack thereof earlier.
"Based on the geographic profiling and the choice of victims, it looks like the unsub has a background in urban planning."
Emily nods, "Good theory. What led you to that?"
He watches the anxious flicker in your eyes, glancing towards him, hands clasped together as you incline your head his way.
"Actually, I read about a similar case in Dr. Reid's paper on The Spatial Patterns of Serial Offenses." It strikes him then--he hasn't yet invited you to use his first name, adding another tick to the ever-growing list of ways he feels he's been inadvertently discourteous. "The clustering of crime scenes near arterial routes suggests the offender leverages the urban grid to facilitate escape and avoid detection. Embarrassingly enough, that was the topic of my college application essay."
Spencer was momentarily speechless (not something that happened often), his mind racing through the physiological response to shock--catecholamine release, vagal tone alterations, even transient arrhythmias--mirroring the way his heart seemed to skip a beat. You really did have his work memorized.
"That's, uh, right," he said, his voice gaining momentum. "By leveraging the urban grid, the offender not only evades capture but also creates a psychological terrain of control."
Hotch nodded in agreement, turning your attention to a series of photographs.
Before Spencer even looked her way, he could sense Garcia's stare, and as he turned, she prodded him with her elbow, smirking. "Seems like she's quite the match for you, doesn't she?"
"Huh? What? No, I mean--she's my coworker, and besides, she's much younger." Spencer was quite sure he sounded anything but convincing.
Garcia raises an eyebrow, shaking her head. "I meant in terms of smarts, but oookay, Spencer."
She walked out with a bounce in that definitely hadn't been there earlier, and Spencer was left with a red face.
He had every intention of pulling you aside, to apologize for earlier, to reassure that he didn't find you odd or weird, and to admit that he was genuinely flattered. But it appeared that every time he had a chance to make it to your desk, you had vanished, or were in deep conversation with JJ, or inside Hotch's office.
It was a relentless cycle that persisted until the end of the day, when everyone began to leave--except for you, who remained still firmly planted at your desk, fervently jotting notes into your notebook.
Absorbed in your work, you didn't notice his approach until he cleared his throat.
"Hey," he said softly.
Startled, you flinched, prompting him to immediately feel like shit. Strike three. You laughed off the shock when you realized it was him, moving your notebook aside, offering him your undivided attention.
"Sorry, Dr. Reid, hi! How's it going? Is there something I can do for you?"
"I thought I'd see if you needed help with anything, and you can call me Spencer, if you want." He glanced at his watch. "Are you still working?"
You pushed a piece of hair from your face and nodded towards the formidable pile of forms.Â
"Spencer, okay," you said, like you were testing it out, "and just sorting through a mountain of onboarding paperwork."
He nodded, hesitating slightly before speaking. "Listen, I need to apologize for earlier."
You tilted your head. "What for?"
"I think I wasn't as welcoming as I intended to be."
"That's okay, I know I was a bit intense."
He shook his head. "No, you weren't. It's just... It's rare that my work gets much attention. I'm happy you appreciated it. If there's a specific topic that you're more interested in, maybe I could explain more about it sometime?"
You glanced down at your hands, trying to hide the smile that was blooming there. You weren't successful. When you looked back up, Spencer felt a little bit awestruck by your eyes, the flecks of color that he could now see clearly.
"I'd love that. Maybe over coffee?" you suggested.
"Yeah, sure." He could feel the heat rushing up his neck.Â
He reluctantly parted ways, leaving you to your paperwork, and as he approached the elevator, Penelope was there.
"You know, sugar, maybe I did mean quite the match in a romantic way. So, are you going to ask her out, or shall I play Cupid?"
He blushed. "I think she might have just beat me to it."
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The Script
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Synopsis: you and Peter break up once you find out his secret and he falls apart
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âWe broke up.â
The words fell out of Peterâs mouth as he pulled his mask from his tear stained face. Ned turned around in his desk chair and pulled his earbuds out of his ears.
âWhat? No way.â He laughed dismissively at the assumed joke until he noticed the red rim around Peterâs eyes.
âItâs true. She broke up with me. She doesnât want to be with me anymore.â Peter repeated through a childlike cry.
âBut I thought you had a date tonight? Did something happen?â
10 minutes earlier
âPeter?â
Peter froze in the alleyway and stopped looking for his backpack. He turned around slowly and saw you standing there under a harsh street light with his backpack in your arms. The webs he had shot on it to keep it secured against the wall were still hanging off.
âItâs you? Youâre the Spiderman?â You asked in a voice barely above a whisper. You were looking at him with a mixture of betrayal and confusion as you clutched his backpack like you were a child with a teddy bear. Peter still had his mask on so he stayed dead silent.
âSay something.â You seethed, a newfound anger in your voice and eyes. Peter gulped and nodded his head, knowing there was no point in lying.
âI am.â He said, making your face crumble when you heard his voice. You held the backpack tighter and stared at him as your face crumbled.
âWhat are you doing out here? Did you follow me?â Peter asked you.
âNo. You never showed up to our date. I called you when I was walking home. Alone. I heard your phone ringing in this alley way. It was in your backpack. Hereâs your stupid fucking backpack.â You said through clenched teeth and threw the backpack at him. He caught it with ease and dropped it to the floor.
âThere have been Spiderman sightings on Youtube for years. Years. You never told me?â You asked and surveyed every inch of his suit as you saw it up close for the first time.
âNobody knows.â He said quickly. âI mean, May knows. And Ned. And a handful of people I work with. But thatâs it, I swear. I donât expect you to understand this all right now but please believe that I have to keep my identity a secret for my safety. And your safety too.â
âYou donât expect me to understand?â You laughed and tilted your head to the side as if to ask if he was serious.
âI just mean that I know this is a lot to process right now.â
âItâs not a lot. Youâre the Spiderman and you never thought that was something I should know. I had to find out on accident after getting stood up for the hundredth time. But, sure, Iâm glad Ned knows.â You nodded and looked up so your tears wouldnât fall.
âI wouldâve have told you eventually. I just needed more time. If people knew who I was, everything would change. I wouldnât be able to help people there way I do now. I couldnât tell anyone.â
âSince when am I just âpeopleâand âanyoneâ to you?â You shook your head. âHow could you keep this from me for this long? Weâve been dating for over a year. And Iâve known you since middle school. How much time did you need?â
âI donât know. It just never felt like the right moment to say it. I wanted to tell you so many times.â
âYou just never did.â You shrugged. Peter recognized that the situation was quickly escalating and you were not reacting the way he always imagined you would.
âI donât understand why youâre getting upset right now.â Peter said calmly. âI thought youâd be happy to understand why I have to miss so many dates and flake all the time.â
âYou thought Iâd be happy to learn that youâve been lying to me for our entire relationship?â You laughed again as tears fell down your face.
âI wasnât lying.â He defended. âI just couldnât tell you the truth yet.â
âYet. Right.â You smiled tightly. âWeâre over a year in but havenât gotten to the point where you can be honest with me. I see.â
âI am honest with you. This is the only thing Iâve ever lied to you about. I promise.â He said and tried to step closer to you. You immediately stepped back and hugged yourself.
âI thought you loved me.â You said as you stared at the ground.
âI do love you. How can you even question that?â He laughed in shock. You looked up at him and he saw that your anger had turned to sadness.
âPeter, you stood me up countless times. Tonight included. You let me cry myself to sleep for so many nights. All those times I walked home alone after already getting to the restaurant or watched movie by myself through tears because you couldnât bother to show up. You knew I was feeling insecure lately about the distance between us but you still decided to say nothing to cue me in as to why it was happening. Do you know how painful it is to feel someone you love pulling away and have them tell you your suspicions are all unfounded? How long would you have let me feel that way if I hadnât caught you tonight?â
âIâŚI donât know. Iâm sorry. I didnât think about how this was affecting you.â Peter said quietly.
âOf course you didnât.â
âLook, I know this is really upsetting now, but Iâll make it up to you. I promise.â Peter said and put his hands on his shoulders. You pushed him off of you and took a step back. Peter gulped and wondered how he was going to make it out of this conversation alive because he had never seen you reject him like this.
âYou always say that. And you never do. I have a long list of things Iâm still waiting for you to make up for. Why should I believe this time is different?â You asked him and folded your arms.
âIt will be different. I promise. Iâll fix this. Stop walking away from me.â Peter pleaded and reached out to touch your face.
âItâll be different. You promise. You say the same thing every time. And yet, I always end up crying over you. I shouldnât have to cry over a relationship Iâm still in.â You said as you pushed his hand away from you. An anxiety built in Peterâs stomach as he was used to you telling him it was fine every time he had disappointed you in the past. This time was clearly different and he didnât know what to do. You turned and started to walk away from him so he quickly followed after.
âWhere are you going?â
âHome, Peter.â You said without stopping.
âNo. You canât leave now. We have to talk about this. Iâll listen to whatever you have to say. You can take it all out on me. Just donât go, please.â Peter begged as he stepped in front of you to stop you.
âI donât want to cry anymore, Peter. Iâm done. This is done.â You cried and pushed past him to keep walking. Peter froze when he heard you use that word and felt his blood run cold.
âWhat? Done? Done with what?â
âWith you. With us. With all of it. Iâm not doing this anymore. Iâm breaking up with you.â You said as you turned around to look at him. Peter felt his stomach drop and could barely hear you over the sound of his heart pounding in his ears.
âWhat? We canât just break up. I love you.â He protested as he got that feeling in his nose that told him he was about to cry.
âThatâs not good enough for me.â You shook your head.
âWhat?â
âYou can say you love me as much as you want but until you prove that, I canât be with you. I wonât be with you. Iâm done.â You repeated and turned to walk away again. Peter quickly ran after you and dropped down to his knees in front of you.
âNo, no. No. Please. Donât leave me. Please. Iâm so sorry. Iâm sorry, baby. Just give me one more chance.â He begged as he took both your hands. You looked down at him for a long time as you thought things he wished he could hear.
âPlease.â He whispered, barely audible. You looked up again but it was no use to stop your tears from falling.
âSay something.â He pleaded and squeezed your hands.
âIâm saying goodbye.â You said after a beat of silence. Peter made the mistake of letting his hopes build up during that silence. He stayed on his knees as you pulled your hands out of his and walked away. His tears fell rapidly down his face and it wasnât long before his heartache turned into misplaced anger. He got off his knees and turned in your direction.
âYouâre not being fair.â He called down the street. You stopped in your tracks and turned around.
âExcuse me?â
âThis isnât fair. I didnât ask to be bitten. I didnât ask for this life and all this responsibility. But it happened to me and Iâll never know why but I do know that I have to do something about it. I wish I could be a normal guy my age and take my girlfriend on dates, but I canât. I have a duty to this city to protect it. I hate that itâs true but sometimes, I have to chose helping someone in need over spending time with you. Youâre acting like I went out of my way to neglect you on purpose.â
âI understand that you didnât choose this, but you could have told me all of that from the start. Then maybe I wouldâve been more sympathetic. But right now, all I can think about is every little lie you told me to keep me in the dark. Oh, Iâm sick. Oh, I have homework. Oh, I have to help my boss with something. Tonight, you told me you werenât gonna make it to our date because your aunt needed help with something. You didnât even care enough to lie about what she needed help with. But, yet, at least I got a lie tonight. Sometimes you just donât show up.â
âI had to lie, okay? Do you have any idea how much danger Iâd be in if you let it slip who I really was?â
âSo is it that you couldnât tell anyone or you couldnât trust me not to tell?â You asked as you walked back up to him.
âYou know how you are. You tell your friends everything.â He said coldly.
âAre you seriously saying this is my fault?â You raised your eyebrows.
âIâm not saying itâs your fault.â He sighed. âIâm just saying that youâre being kind of selfish right now.â
âIâm being selfish?â
âYes, you are. Itâs selfish to expect me to prioritize you over the safety of-â
âOf who?â You cut him off. âOf literally all of New York? Of the world? Where does your domain of responsibility end? Who do you prioritize me over? Where do I rank? When do I matter to you?â
âThatâs not fair.â Was all he could say because he didnât know the answer to your questions.
âYou know what else isnât fair? Making me have to be the only bad guy here. Because the funny thing is that I would have been proud of you. I would have been honored to be the girlfriend of someone who risked their life and gave their time to protect people they didnât even know. But you never gave me the opportunity to feel that way. You chose to lie to me. You chose this over me every single time. You never chose me. Thatâs why weâre breaking up. I would have understood if you needed to prioritize saving lives over dates with me but I cannot understand you lying to my face every single day for years. I spent birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, and countless nights staring at the empty seat I saved for you that you never showed up to. So no, I donât think Iâm being selfish right now. I donât think it was selfish of me to share my boyfriend with all of New York.â
Peter was quiet again as he processed what you had said. There was no way to undo what he had done and it was clear apologizing wasnât cutting it this time.
âI donât know how to be without you. Youâre my best friend. None of this matters without you.â Peter said in a small voice. You sighed and felt sympathetic towards him for just a moment.
âPeter, you were and always will be my first love. Thatâs always going to mean something to me. But now I have to look back at our relationship and never know what was real and what was a lie. If youâre not going to choose me, then I will. Iâm done waiting around for you. Iâm done.â
âPlease, donât give up on me. I didnât mean to hurt you.â He croaked out.
âBut you did.â
âI know. I know I did. Iâm sorry. Iâm so sorry, baby. Iâll never stop trying to make things right.â He pleaded and tried to reach for you again.
âDonât bother, Peter. You need to stay away from me for a while.â You told him in a calm voice.
âWhat? How long?â He blinked in disbelief.
âI donât know. A long time.â
âBut can we at least be friends? Like we were before?â He asked desperately.
âWe canât be friends.â You shook your head and turned to leave again.
âWhat? Not even friends?â His voice cracked as he called after you.
âI canât be your friend. I canât be in any kind of relationship with you. Thatâs what Iâm trying to say here. I donât trust you.â
âEver?â He squeaked out. âWe canât ever find our back to each other?â
You didnât answer him as you walked home alone. Peter stood on the sidewalk for a long time, unsure of what to do with himself now. He wanted to run after you and get you to see his side, but he knew that would just make things worse. You had said what you needed to say and he had to respect that as much as it pained him to see you walk away. Instead of going after you, he swung to Nedâs house and climbed through his window.
âWe broke up.â The words fell out of Peterâs mouth as he pulled his mask from his tear stained face.
Peter let a month pass before he tried to speak to you again. Minus a few texts and voicemails left on particularly miserable nights, he had left you alone for the most part. But after counting down the 31 painfully long and quiet days without you, he went up to you in the hallway on campus one day.
âHey.â He greeted you with an anxious smile. You stopped walking and looked behind you to make sure you were the one he was talking to.
âHi.â You said with knit eyebrows of confusion.
âHow are you? How have you been?â
âIâm fine.â You said flatly.
âDid you just come from class? Was it okay?â
âUm, I really donât want to be mean here but why are you talking to me?â You asked him. Peter blinked in surprise at your response and lost all the confidence he had built up.
âOh, um. I donât know. We havenât talked into a month. I was giving you space.â
âWhyâd you stop?â
âStop what?â
âGiving me space.â You replied. âI still donât want to talk to you.â
âBut itâs been a month.â He pointed out and realized how silly he sounded as it came out of his mouth.
âOkay? We ended a year long relationship and years of friendship. We canât just go back to normal after that.â
âButâŚbut weâre different.â He stammered. âWe were different. I thought, I donât know, maybeâŚâ
âMaybe what? Iâll just forget about the shit you put me through?â You asked when he trailed off. He shut his mouth and went quiet and you couldnât help but feel bad at the deer in headlights look he had in his eyes.
âPeter, I told you.â You sighed. âWe canât be friends.â
âI know we canât go right back to how we were but we donât have to pretend the other doesnât even exist.â He insisted.
âNo, Peter, youâre not understanding. I wonât be your friend. I wonât even fake niceties with you. Iâm not trying to be mean but I donât want you in my life in any capacity. Iâm not changing my mind on this.â
âWe canât just never speak again. Our story canât end like this.â He said quietly and you could tell he was on the verge of tearing up.
âIt wasnât supposed to. But it is. So please, just leave me alone.â You asked calmly so that he wouldnât break down.
âI canât. This is killing me. You and I not being together doesnât make sense to me. Please. Iâll do anything to make this right. I still love you and-â
âPeter. Please. Weâre at school.â You cut him off and uncomfortably looked around for who was listening.
âYouâre telling me you donât feel anything for me anymore? Because I donât believe that. I know you. I know you canât shake things that easily.â
âI didnât think so either. But Iâve never been hurt like this.â
âThen can we please go somewhere and talk? Iâll listen this time. I swear.â Peter pleaded and stepped forward to touch your arm. You stared at him for a minute and looked sympathetic so he thought you might say yes.
âI canât.â You said finally. âI have class. I have to go.â
âOh, okay.â He nodded in disappointment. âMaybe some other time then. Just please know how sorry I am for hurting you.â
âYou donât need to keep apologizing, Peter.â You sighed. âIâve moved on. I think you should too.â
âYouâve moved on? Like, with another guy?â Peter blinked a few times to stop the tears he felt threatening to spill out at this new bit of information.
âNot that it would be any of your business if I did, but no.â You amswered. âI just mean that Iâd been mourning our relationship before it even ended so I accepted our breakup a long time ago. Iâve moved on now.â
âWere you really that unhappy?â Peter asked in a small voice.
âWell, yeah, Peter.â You admitted. âI loved you when you were around but it felt awful the nights you were gone. I felt completely alone a lot of the time. And even when you were with me, I was never sure you wanted to be there.â
âI always wanted to be with you.â He promised. âIf you ever believe something I say again, just know how badly I wished I could have been there with you.â
You chewed your bottom lip and stared into his eyes as you tried to decide if you should believe him or not. You swore never to believe another word out of his mouth but his tired eyes seemed so genuine that you knew there must be truth to his words. But even if he was telling the truth, that didnât matter to you anymore.
âI canât talk about this right now. I have class.âYou repeated. âGet some sleep tonight, okay? You donât look so good.â
Another month went by and Peter was starting to feel used to not speaking to you. The thought of it beginning to feel normal to not have you in his life scared him so he called you up one night and listened to your voicemail with tears in his eyes. By month three, he pretty much just felt numb. He was falling to pieces very quickly and you were the only one who could save him. Heâd seen you around on campus and sometimes get a pity wave if he stared too long. Every so often, heâd follow you home but keep his distance on rooftops. He swore you knew he was there as sometimes youâd stop and look up. He made no effort to hide but you made no effort to seek him out.
Peter was on his nightly patrol one night when his police radio started going crazy. He heard the words âbus crashâ and âpile upâ being reported over and over so he picked up his radio to listen for where it was. Once he had a location, he swung to the bridge and landed in the middle of the scene. Peter saw one of the large city buses on its side and twenty some cars piled up behind it. Police officers were already on the scene and helping people but Peters senses were telling him danger was still present.
âHow can I help?â Peter asked an officer.
âUsually I donât like seeing you at crime scenes but you might be able to help us. A bus is about to over the side of the bridge and our extraction guys are having a hard time getting onto the bridge with all the traffic.â
âWhich bus?â Peter asked and looked around.
âItâs over there. Bus Q8.â The officer pointed out. There was a bus hanging over the side of the bridge with its nose pointed towards the water. Peter could see people inside trying to stay calm so they didnât shake the bus.
âQ8? My girlfriend takes that bus.â Peterâs mouth went dry as his head shot back to the bus teetering over the edge of the bridge.
âThen you better hurry.â The officer called after Peter. The bus was on its side so Peter opened up the emergency hatch on the top and climbed inside. He calmed down the people on the bus one by one and assured them that he was there to get them to safety. As he spoke to the passengers, he kept an eye out for you but didnât see you in any of the seats. You normally took the bus home at this time and Peter found it hard to believe this was the one day you didnât.
âWas there a girl on this bus with a purple backpack? She was wearing brown converse and a jean jacket today. Did any see her?â He asked the passengers.
âYeah. She was sitting over there.â Someone answered and pointed to the back of the bus. Peter went to your seat but only found your backpack.
âThis is her backpack. Where is she?â He asked and felt his fear rise quickly. He looked around and saw that the back door of the bus was opened. He pushed the door open a little more and the bus wobbled at his movement.
âDid she leave?â Peter asked with his panic evident in his voice.
âShe was helping a few people get out of the back until this little boy ran out. She told the mom sheâd go find him. I havenât seen her since.â Someone else informed him.
âOkay. Thank you. Iâm gonna get you guys to safety.â Peter promised. He helped people out of the back of the bus one by one after securing the bus to the bridge with his webs. Once he was sure everyone was out safely, he began to search for you. He had an anxiety like nothing he had ever felt as he searched through the crowds for your face. As he looked around the scene, he heard a woman talking to a police officer about a girl falling over into the water. Peter felt his hair stand up and approached them.
âExcuse me? Was the girl who fell into the water wearing brown converse?â He asked and hoped the answer was no.
âI think so.â The woman replied but couldnât be sure.
âCan you tell me what happened?â He asked.
âThis girl helped me get my son after he ran off the bus. He had climbed into an empty car nearby to hide so she climbed in to get him. But the car fell into the water before she could get out herself.â The woman replied as she clutched her son to her chest.
âDidâŚdid the car go under?â Peter asked with a dry mouth. The woman looked pained at his question and he already knew her answer.
âWhen I looked over the side, I saw it sink under the water. Iâm so sorry. There was nothing I could do. Did you know her?â The woman asked and placed a hand on Peterâs shoulder. The police officer started asking Peter questions but he couldnât hear anything. He felt like he was about to pass out and stumbled backwards. He took off running towards the side of the bridge and looked over into the water. The rocky river water looked especially treacherous that night, sending a sick feeling to Peterâs stomach. He wasted no time and dove into the water in search of you. He swam down and eventually found a car in the water but when he pulled the doors open, there was no sign of you. Peter quickly swam up to gasp for air before going back down to look again. He did this five times before he exhausted himself. He dragged himself onto the little patch of grass at the base of the bridge and laid on the ground. He pulled his mask off and let out a guttural sob as he covered his face with his hands. He knew he had to pull himself up and help the people on the bridge but his entire body felt like lead. He rubbed the saltwater out of his eyes and took another minute to recover. As he rolled over to get himself up, he made eye contact with you.
âPeter?â You asked in a shaky voice. You were wet from the river and holding yourself as you slowly walked toward him.
âYouâre okay?â Peter asked as he got up off the ground. You were shivering from the cold and he wished desperately that he had something he could cover you with.
âYeah. I managed to get out through the trunk of the car. I was on the other side of the platform when I heard you crying. Did you go looking for me?â You asked when you realized he was wet too. Peter was still in stunned silence at the sight of you okay after accepting that you had likely drowned.
âYouâre okay.â He said and started to get all chocked up again. Peter took a step forward and opened his arms to hug you hit stopped himself. He stepped back and hugged himself instead.
âWhat are you doing?â You wondered.
âGiving you space.â He said seriously. It made you laugh for some reason which he didnât understand but he didnât question it.
âShut up.â You said when your laughter stopped.
âI didnât say anything.â Peter said as you threw your arms around him. He stumbled back in surprise but then hugged you back tightly. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and slipped his hands into your hair to hold you closer. It felt like muscle memory to hold you again and the chill in his bones was gone in seconds.
âThat was really scary. When the car fell into the water. I couldnât breathe.â You choked out and he held you tighter.
âI know. Shhh. I know.â He whispered in your ear as you struggled to catch your breath. You pulled away just a little so that you could look at him.
âI thought of you.â You admitted. âWhen I was trying to find my way back to the surface. I was so tired and my lungs felt like they were going to explode but I just kept thinking that I needed to see you again. Thatâs what kept me going.â
âIâm sorry I didnât get to you sooner. I shouldâve been here.â
âItâs okay. Youâre here now.â You smiled sadly and touched his face. Peter returned the sad smile, the kind the made his eyes crinkle. But as he stared into your eyes, he couldnât help but think of the things you had said the night you broke up.
âI shouldâve been there for you a lot more than I ever had been.â He began. âYou didnât deserve to spend all those nights alone wondering where I was. I shouldâve been a better boyfriend to you. I should have just told you the truth. I donât even know who I was protecting in the end. I told myself it was you but thatâs not true because you still got hurt and I was the one who hurt you. And Iâm so sorry for that. Iâm so fucking sorry. Iâm sorry for all of it.â
âPeter, you donât have to do this right now.â You assured him.
âI do. Because I donât know when youâre gonna talk to me again and I have so much I have to tell you. So I need you to know that Iâm sorry for all the times you got dressed up for me and just never showed. Iâm sorry I let you think the distance between us was all in your head even though I felt it too. Iâm sorry for all the calls and texts after we broke up because I could never stay away from you. And for following you home everyday because you looking up when you thought to was around was the closest to an encounter that we had most days. And Iâm sorry that I clearly didnât love you hard enough if you were able to move on so quickly. I guess the absence of my love wasnât much worse than the presence of it. Or maybe the presence of it already felt like an absence. I know I was barely there in the end. I know you deserve better. And I hope you get better. You were always the best part of me and now Iâm just the loser who got really lucky that a cool girl liked him and found a way to fuck it all up.â
âYou didnât fuck it all up.â You smiled sadly. âWe had a lot of good times too. We were happy.â
âNot enough for you to stay. Which I donât blame you for. I wish it didnât take losing you to realize how much I needed to change but it did. So I donât blame you for being fine without me. Youâll always be fine. Youâre better off now without me in your life and Iâm just falling to pieces. I guess when a heart breaks, it doesnât break even.â
You started at him for a moment as your eyebrows came together. You let out a short laugh and expected him to do the same but he just looked confused.
âThatâs that song.â You said finally.
âWhat?âPeter frowned. âWhat song? Iâm pouring my heart out here.â
âIâm falling to pieces, yeah. Iâm falling to piece, yeah. Cause when a heartbreak no it donât break even.â You sang quietly and Peters eyes went up in surprise.
âOh shit. It is that song.â Peter realized. âDamn it. I thought I made that up. Iâve been listening to The Script a lot lately. Especially the one thatâs like âcause if one day you wake up and find that youâre missing me and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be.â Iâve been blasting that one so much that May had to take my speakers away. So then I started scream-singing it and she threatened to kick me out.â
âItâs so like you to accidentally quote a popular song and think you made it up yourself.â You laughed softly. âYou said I so confidently that I genuinely believe for a second that those were your own words. But no. It was just the musical stylings of the popular early 2000s band The Script.â
âThe Script are the only people that understand me right now.â Peter mumbled, making you laugh again.
âYou laugh but they make the best music for yearning.â Peter continued just to make you laugh again. He smiled at the sight of you laughing at something he had said after so many months of silence between you. When your laughter died down, you looked at him for a moment the way that you used to.
âI donât want you to yearn anymore.â You told him and gave his hand a squeeze. Peter understood what you were getting at and nodded his head.
âDo you think we could try again?â He asked in a soft voice. You smiled a little and took a step closer to him to rest your hands on his chest.
âI think so.â You answered.
âI swear, everything will be different this time.â He insisted. âI wonât leave you lonely anymore. And we can take it at any pace you need. Just tell me what I can do to earn back your trust.â
âI donât know. I think maybe I can trust a guy who dives into the Hudson River for me.â You said with a coy smile as you nodded towards the water.
âI really hate to do this right now but thatâs actually the East River of-â
âI donât care.â You laughed and pulled him into a kiss to shut him up.
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FANTASIZE â đđđđ. gojo satoru
âđâËâš having sexual fantasies about your landlord seems illegal, but what can you do when itâs gojo satoru?
âcontents ⤼ fem!reader, she/her pronouns, explicit language used, landlord!gojo, no curses au, gojo and reader are in their 20âs (range not specified), masturbation (gojo catches you), pussy hungry gojo, oral, unprotected p in v sex, orgasms, creampie, deep penetration, pet names, not proofread
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finally, after a long and exhausting shift, you finally arrived back home. you were standing outside of the gates that lead into the apartment complexes, showing the security guard your identification before being allowed inside. you were tired and hungry, thinking about what to cook once you got into your home.
just as youâre reaching your apartment complex, you pass through the play area built for the children, and you notice a tall, white-haired man standing by a bench while a young child is running around with another on the playground. your heart stops when you realize itâs your landlord, gojo satoru.
while he was on the phone, you notice another man sitting on the bench, his dark hair nearly blending in with the night. you gulped, hoping to walk by without getting caught by either of them. why? becauseâ you havenât paid your last months rent.
you promised satoru youâd pay, but the next rent payment was due in a week and you hadnât even sent him money. satoru didnât bother with it during the first two weeks, howeverâ he became impatient and was slowly demanding you pay the rent. even the co-landlord, suguru, was reminding you but rather, in a more gentle manner.
as you quietly passed by, one of the children spotted your presence. âoh! miss [name]!â the young megumi shouts out, putting the unwanted attention onto you.
oh⌠megumi, why?! you cursed mentally at yourself and made a quick hesitating expression before forcing a sweet smile and turning around. by that time, megumi and the other child, yuji, had jumped off the playground to greet you. they both approached you with their cute giggles, each hugging one of your legs. âmegumi, yuji! what are you guys doing out here?â
âgojo and geto-san let us play outside for a little bit!â megumi answers when looking up at you. nodding, you glance at the two other men, who were deliberately surveying youâ especially satoru. you clear your throat and look down at the two kids again.
âcan we come to your house on saturday, miss [name]? i wanna bake cookies and watch pokemon again!â yuji questions, jumping up and down slightly.
âo-of course.. just make sure you guys get permission from your dadâs!â you reply, maintaining your smile as they pushed themselves off your legs. âi have to get home super quick now, âkay? just let me know by tomorrow.â
âokay, miss [name]!â they both cheered happily at the same time before scurrying back to the two men.
therefore, you took that as an opportunity to leave quickly and back to your apartment. when you arrived, you quickly unlocked the door and entered, nearly sinking to the ground. a smile slowly crept on your face and you slipped off your shoes before walking further into your home.
you glanced at the ground, noticing your broken vase was still scattered to pieces. you sigh, remembering your purse accidentally knocked it over and since you were rushing to work, you decided to clean it up once you got home. grabbing a broom from the kitchen, you swept it to the side by the wall, figuring you would gather it into the trash later.
after changing into something more comfortable, you went to brush your teeth and get ready for the night. a smile was still on your face, and well, the reason was simply because of satoru.
three months ago, you were apartment hunting after saving so much moneyâ one of your work friends suggested you to tour an apartment from a landlord named gojo satoru.
the apartments he owned were absolutely marvelous and in your price range. but what even tempted you to sign rental agreement was satoru himself. he was someone everyone wanted: he had handsome features, a perfect build, an alluring voice, and most all, earned loads of money. to others, it was obvious that you had a huge interest in him, but itâs gotten to the point where you began developing feelingsâ way too much feelings. so much that you began fantasizing about him everyday.
it started off as fantasizing going on romantic dates with himâ eventually to getting married, having kids, being the mom to little megumi. eventually leading to fantasizing you underneath him, holding him as he fucks into you. most would think it was absurdâ to be obsessing over your own landlord who dislikes you at the moment.
but you liked the attention you were receiving from satoru. you two interacted many times before, but thatâs mostly because of megumi. the child often ran into you, eventually getting close enough to where satoru allowed him to go to your house to bake cookies or for you to babysit. however, when you missed your first rent, satoru had came to your placeâ which, caught you by surprise, you thought heâd bring megumi but he was all by himself.
therefore, you intentionally pretended to forget to pay your rent, even though you did actually have the money to pay. of course, you were going to pay eventually, just so you donât lose your apartment, but you were keeping up the act due to satoruâs appearances nearly everydayâ demanding you to pay your rent. heâs gotten slightly aggressive over the past two weeks, but it never necessarily bothered you.
you pretend to avoid him, while still try to be around him. it was weird, maybe, but when you have a crush on someone, you usually end up doing things you donât normally find yourself doing.
after getting into bed, you relaxed and got comfortableâ but you feel as if you needed something else to cool your mind: thinking about satoru.
you felt lazy to grab one of your vibrators, so you decided to use your hands, imagining as if it was satoruâs instead.
âgojo, gojo, can i pleaseeee go to miss [name]âs house on saturday? pleaseeee,â megumi was whining to satoru repeatedly as they were heading back to their home. after saying their good nights to yuji and suguru, megumi just couldnât shut up about you.
satoru was helping megumi get ready for bed, but the kid just couldnât sleep until he said yes. and if satoru didnât say much less of a no, or a simple no, megumi would throw a tantrum. satoru honestly didnât know how to calm the child down whenever that occurs, so he makes sure to answer properly.
âmaybe if she pays her rent, you can go,â satoru smiles at the kid, realizing his words slipped out without care.
âshe did pay it! you just donât check!â megumi pouts.
âoh megs, please just go to sleep. iâll think about it tonight,â satoru replies with a sigh as he stands from kneeling beside of the bed and walks towards the door.
ânooo!! i wanna go, please!!â megumi begs, nearly crying at this point.
âgosh.. why are you so stubborn at this age,â satoru shakes his head as he was about to walk out. âfine, fine! you can go! just go to sleep, itâs late and if you donât wake up in time tomorrow, you will not go, understand?â
suddenly, little megumiâs demeanor changed completely. he was now bubbly, smiling like crazy before getting comfortable underneath his blanket. âthank you, gojo! can you please go tell her that you said yes! i will tell yuji tomorrow, iâm so excited!â and without anything else, megumi was able to fall into a slumber.
satoru sighs yet again, shutting off the lights of megumiâs room before closing the door. honestly, he didnât know what to do anymore, but he was glad megumi found company in someone else other than himâ not that he does. satoru decides to flip through files, rental agreement files.
and of course, he stumbles upon yours. along with the papers that wrote payment overdue. satoru was pissed, to say the least.
satoru was lenient the first time, almost to the point of considering to not have you pay the rentâ because, well, he also has an interest in you. his feelings began developing the day you both encountered, and he remembers trying so hard to get you to like the apartment. you both exchanged contacts that day once you signed the rental agreement, but it was nothing more than that. it initially surprised him when megumi asked to go to your place the first time, he hadnât known then that you two were slowly becoming close as youâre adjusting to the new environment. but he shortly felt as if this was an opportunity for him to get closer with you.
now, theyâre are definitely times satoru wanted to straight up say he had a fat crush on you, keeping it behind his mouth felt as if he was in high school againâ however, he just couldnât get the courage. he didnât understand why, and most of the time, megumi would be cutting him off and grabbing your attention.
a few weeks ago, satoru was coming home with megumi, after picking him up from school. carrying the kid on his shoulders, megumi was saying this and that about wanting to visit your place. satoru was going to say yes, until: he detected you with someone else.
and that someone else ended up being suguru.
you both were chatting casually, it seemed you had also returned from work and stopped by to chat with suguru while little yuji was running around the playground with another child. watching at how you two interacted triggered satoruâ the way you two smiled and laughed together, the way you tapped his arm when he said something that made you laugh. suguru was much bigger than he was, and definitely had more of the ladiesâ attention.
however, in hindsight, satoru mistook your gestures and friendliness towards suguru as having feelings for him instead.
therefore, satoru suddenly became harsher towards youâ but only because he was jealous of suguru and believing you liked him instead. even though his best friend didnât show any display of affection towards you, satoru remembered the first impression you gave to suguru: âsheâs pretty,â he complimented, but nothing else.
honestly, satoru felt quite immature to act like this. you werenât even his girlfriend and even if you did like suguru, there wasnât anything he could do about it.
satoru walked to his room, feeling utterly exhausted but still reached for his coat. as megumi wanted, he was going to deliver the message about him being allowed to go to your house on saturday to you, as well as remind you again about the rent.
the walk took no less than five minutes, though satoru often paused his steps or made circles because he felt anxious seeing you. of course, earlier he did see you when the kids were greeting you, but you barely even looked at him: at least, thatâs what he perceived.
and when satoru approached the front of your door, he began anticipating as he hesitantly raises his hand to knock on the door. he leans back slightly, biting his lower lips as he thinks about what to say once you open the door. âhey, just wanted to say that megumi canââ no, that wasnât a good idea, he thought. âitâs time to pay your rentââ well, not that either.
satoru shook his head, trying to surpass the feelings of nervousness before knocking on the door. and well, he mustâve knocked way too hard since the door cracked open. he stood there puzzled, and for a moment, he thought you were already on the other side. but realizing it was silent, he pushed the door open.
the first thing satoru noticed was the broken vase on the floor, causing his eyes to widen. did someone break in? is someone threatening her, is that why she canât pay rent? dozens of thoughts were processing through his head as he enters further into your apartment, swallowing hard as more anxiety crawled up his back.
â[name]?â satoru calls out, and when you didnât answer, he panicked even more. were you hurt? did something else happen here that he couldnât grasp? satoru knew you lived alone, often inviting several friends or family members over but there was never anyone who looked threatening or intimidating to cause harm.
your apartment was clean, even though there were boxes and other things stuffed in corners and shelves, and there were no signs of any other damage aside from the broken vase. pulling out his phone, he readied to dial anyone. satoru was approaching your room at that point, bottled in his own thoughts as he looked aroundâ he stands ahead of your bedroom door, realizing it was slightly cracked open, enough to where you can see the bed.
however, what satoruâs eyes laid upon was something unexpected.
the sight of you lying back on your bed, thighs spread open with your panties and underwear pushed down to your ankles, soft moans circulating the room caused blood to rush quick to satoruâs dick. while you were in your own world, satoru had been worried that something terrible mightâve happened to you. but you were just.. masturbating?
âf-fuck.. satoru..â
satoruâs eyes widened more when he hears you call out his name, causing his heart to thump and cheeks to burn red. were you imagining him right now? were you thinking about him touching you like that? the tightness of satoruâs pants began to poke out, throbbing nearly in pain as he watches you pleasure yourself because of him.
âneed you to fuck me.. please..â your pleas and whines reached satoruâs ears like a melody, and he swore he could cum just by the sound of your pretty voice.
was this how you sounded like? was this how you moaned his name? it was driving satoru mad, making him want to push that door open and fuck you just like how you wanted. but, he felt like a creepâ just standing there and watching.
satoru continued to watch you pleasure yourself before getting lost in his own thoughts, not remembering his phone in his other hand and dropping it to the ground. the loud thud causes the two of you to snap back into realityâ sending you into an alert state and satoru into a panicked one. he cursed himself under his breath as he tries picking up his phone to quickly scatter out, but by now, you were already by the door.
âwhoâs thereâ?!â you nearly shouted, ready to attack and defend yourself against the person. but you were caught by surprise when you made eye contact with satoru.
the room became silent, as you both awkwardly stood and stared at each other for who knows how long. the embarrassment immediately got back to you, causing your face to burn and you could barely even formulate a proper response as satoru rubs the back of his neck.
âg-gojoâŚâ you anxiously let out, averting your gaze in another direction. you could barely look him in the eyes.
âi didnât mean to watch- or, i mean disturb you. i came at a wrong time, iâm sorry,â satoru slips out the response, also looking elsewhere while glancing back at you several times.
âyou were watching..?â your face shoots up and satoruâs face nearly went pale.
âi- i just wanted to let you know that megumi is allowed to come over saturday, he wanted me to deliver the message!â satoru switches the topic as you avoid eye contact with him again.
âoh⌠i see,â you reply. the atmosphere was severely awkward, and you both didnât know what to exactly or utter. âguessââ
âneed help?â he blurts, eyes lowering back to you.
âhelp?â your eyes remain wide in shock and you can feel your heart pulsate quicker, nearly making your legs weak. you try to avoid gazes with him, but satoru reaches for your wrist just to get your attention.
satoru can feel his dick throb knowing that your needy pussy was underneath those tight shorts of yours, being forced to act normal when rubbing your thighs together out of embarrassment. he only imagines how wet you areâ no, to feel how wet you are, to really know what kind of filthy girl you are. it was turning him on, and it was obvious from the bulge in his pants.
âi mean, from the way you were moaning my name, i figured you did,â satoru replies in a hushed tone, sending chills down your spine.
the moment was cut short when satoru leans in to kiss you, shocking you even more, but you instantly melted into his lips. you kissing him back with immense passion drove satoru insane, now that he figured out he had been the one all this time. he pushes his tongue pass your lips and into your mouth, hungrily searching for your tongue. you both share several soft groans before satoru grinds himself against you, allowing you to feel his erected dick.
âfeel that?â satoru whispers when he leaned his head back to catch a quick breath, only receiving a small nod from you. ââm so fucking hard, just because of you. gonna do something about that?â
âmhm.. of course..â you shyly replied, looking up at him with those nubile eyes.
you eventually find yourself on top of satoru, completely undressed aside from your soaked panties. you were facing his hard cock that was still being suffocated underneath his pants, meanwhile, satoru was beginning to tease your clothed clit with his middle finger. it made you whine, since you havenât felt anotherâs touch in so long.
satoru pushes the material of your underwear to the side, getting a good view at your soaking cunt just dying to have someoneâs cock drilled inside. âso pretty ând perfect,â he whispers, his breath softly blowing against your clit.
âo-oh.. satoru,â you moan, feeling his tongue lap over your slit.
satoru circles his tongue around your clit, sucking it several times before working around your wet folds and pushing slightly pass them into your sopping cunt. you can feel ecstasy pump throughout your entire body, all just from his tongue.
âfuck.. your tongue- feels sâgood..â you utter through your soft moans. âalways fantasized you eating my pussy out like this.. a-ah..â
âyeah?â satoru hums, bringing a finger to rub circles on your clit while his tongue messily explored your cunt, licking and slurping all of your arousal that gradually coated down to his chin. your words dumped roughly on him, making his dick throb. âfucking hell. suck me off too, angel. need to feel your mouth around me.â
you push satoruâs pants down, along with his boxers that immediately causes his cock to spring out. you hold a breath as you take his length into your hand, watching as his pre-cum leaked out. you start with a lick around his tip, gathering the pre-cum on your tongue and earning a soft grunt against your pussy from him.
pushing your head down, you begin winding your tongue around his girth, sucking several times while pumping the rest with your hand. satoruâs cock twitches several times, nearly becoming sensitive under your touch and warm mouth. he proceeds to fuck your pussy with his tongue, thumbing your clit that causes your moans to vibrate around him.
âmm- âtoru-â
âhush, baby. âts okay, donât want ya to choke. unless you like that,â satoru whispers, sinking his tongue into your pussy again, trying to slurp up all of your wetness. his nose easily brushes against your aching hole, sending you waves of pleasure.
you push satoruâs cock further into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, trying to maintain a pace. you could barely focus due to satoruâs tongue lapping your vulva and folds, inching into your cunt as if heâs marking as his territory. the tip of his cock softly slams against your throat, slowly pooling your eyes with tears.
âdonât forget to breathe, baby. oh fuck- keep sucking my cock like that- mhm- good girl,â satoru praises, grunting as he feels your mouth taking almost all of him. you could barely even handle it, yet youâre trying so hardâ it was amusing, in a cute way.
your muffled moans sync with the sloppy sounds of your cunt being lavished with satoruâs tongue, the pad of his fingers rubbing your clit faster and causing you to reach an orgasm. grinding your hips slowly on satoruâs face was enough to tell him that, and he uses his other hand to slap the fat of your ass, eventually gripping it.
âgonna cum, baby. s-shit, in your mouth?â satoru glances at you, noticing you were bobbing your head as a response.
when satoruâs warm cum shoots into the back of your throat, it causes you to orgasm at the same time. your legs twitch from the sensations, but capturing his load was the main thing occupying your mind. youâd never thought youâd be situated with satoru like thisâ itâs just as if your fantasies are becoming a reality.
swallowing his cum, you push your head away and inhale several breaths while coughing lightly. shortly enough, you feel satoru pulling you back against him and turning your head. after sharing a long and sloppy kiss, he pins you on the mattress, spreading your thighs apart so that heâs in between them.
from what you could see, he was still hard. very hard. his aching tip was pressed against your entrance, teasing your clit and making you whimper. glancing up at him, you could see his flushed faceâ full of energy, arousal, and passion.
âd-do we need lube?â you innocently inquired, which choked a soft chuckle from satoru.
ânot at all, baby. youâre so wet. feel that? feel how wet you are?â satoru hums when he guides his tip along your wet entrance, hoping itâd be an enough of a satisfying answer. you only nod, giving satoru a look and he reassures you with another kiss. âiâm gonna put it in now. tell me if it hurts, âkay?â
ââkay..â you nod, biting your lower lips.
satoru groans as he inserts his cock past your folds, pushing your walls apart that clenches around him each time he inched deeper. you gasped as both hands went around his biceps and your fingers press into the skin, notably marking the area. your walls fluttered around him, accepting his thick and hard cock so earnestly.
âfeel okay, love?â satoru questions, glancing down at you.
âmhm.. iâm okay, âtoru..â you reply, indicating for him to move.
satoru slowly begins to move his hips, groaning at the feeling of your pussy when his cock slips in and out. for you, his cock was already kissing your most sensitive places that had moans fall from your mouth constantly. satoru gropes one your breast, pinching the nipple with two fingers as he nudges your deepest parts.
âf-fuck! satoru- your cock feels soso good-â you cry out when his pace fastens, nearly having your eyes roll back.
so, this is how her pussy feels like? satoru was lost in his own mind, lost in the feeling of your pussy. he was already addicted, wanting to be inside you forever and be able to dump his cum into you. to him, youâre perfect: everything about you is. he loved the feeling of your soft and delicate skin rubbing against his own, aside from your pussy kissing around his cock.
âyou fantasize about this too, angel? fantasize about my cock fucking into your pussy like this?â satoru huffs as his thrusts initially became quickerâ rougher, nearly filling you entirely up.
âyes! yes, âtoru. always fantasizing about it.. about you- ngh..â
you could feel a knot slowly forming in your core as his cock continues to stimulate pleasure to your pussy. you could care less about the neighborâs ears, knowing that another tenantâs room was on the other side of your headboard. as of right now, your landlord was fucking you, just like how youâve always imagined about. the fact turned you on even more.
satoru groans, now pounding his cock into you, deep to the point itâs kissing your womb. the sound of skin slapping circulating the air along with your moans, making the room scream perfect sex. satoru presses a finger against your lips, signaling you to lower your voice when loud knocks on the wall is heard, telling you both to shut up. but how could you?
âi canât- âtoru. feels so good- âts too much-â you cry out, bringing his finger into your mouth and swirling your tongue over.
ânaughty girl. you really want to get a noise complaint, donât you?â satoru chuckles, before throwing both of your legs over his shoulders. well, since heâs the landlord he could just dismiss the complaint whenever it came through.
âwant them to know- how good you fuck me.â
and how could satoru deny such request? wrapping his hands around your thighs and pushing them against his chest, he pummels his cock deeper into you, getting screams out of your mouth. your breasts bounced each thrust, matching the gentle slams of the headboard ramming into the wall.
the angle of the position allowed satoruâs cock to perfectly grind against your g-spot, which is already sending you towards your next orgasm. his balls slaps against your vulva as he penetrates his cock deeper and deeper, feeling your walls clench around him each time.
you donât know how long itâs been until youâre on your knees and hands, ass in the air as satoru fucks you from behind after another orgasm. gripping onto the sheets, you repeatedly cry out his name, just to feel his dick twitch inside of you.
âyouâre such a perfect girl, you know that?â satoru proceeds to blurt out compliments, caressing your skin and pressing soft kisses on your shoulder blades to your neck. right now, he was just grateful that itâs himâ that he is the one able to do this with you.
âsa-satoruâ ngh- iâm cumming-â
satoru was close to cumming too. he wanted to dump his next cum load into you, stuff you up to the brim and feel you milk him dry. âcum on my cock, baby. câmon,â he encourages, pushing your hips back with both of his hands as you reach your climax.
âcum in me, âtoru! pleasee!â you cry out next, turning your head to make eye contact with him.
satoruâs eyes wide at the sight of your lewd expression, telling him to fill you up. and so he does. he does a final deep thrust, dumping his heavy and warm load all saved just for you. satoru feels your walls pulsate around him just before he slips his cock out.
from there, you both remain in silence once more, catching breaths before satoru collapses on top of you.
âthree months..â satoru whispers against your ear, utterly confusing you.
âwhat?â
âiâll give you three months free of rent, maybe more if you go on a date with me.â
âthatâs not fair to the other tenants though.â
âthey donât have to know.â
you giggle, turning around so that youâre completely facing him. cupping his cheeks into your hand, you lean in to give him a kissâ a more subtle kiss. âalright then. a date is settled.â
as satoru entered his apartment, he was surprised to stumble uponâ a rather, agitated suguru. arms crossed over his chest, it seemed as if satoru had done something to piss him off.
âsuguââ
âdo you know how many times iâve called you? 17 times! i even messaged you and you answered none of them!â suguru rambled and satoru easily noticed fumes erupting from his ears. âyou should be grateful that megumi can take care of himself.. gosh, heâs only what? seven? i canât believe you left him home alone. what if something bad happened?â
âlookâ suguruââ
âugh, whatever. i made sure megumi got to school safely with yuji. make sure you pick them up later and drop them off at [name]âs house, we have a meeting this evening,â suguru cuts satoru off again as he grabs his coat, not leaving any room for satoru to explain.
âsuguruââ
âwhy do you look like you just..â suguru pauses once he got a good observation of satoruâs appearance. âdid you drink last night?â
âwhâ what? ABSOLUTELY not!â satoru defends himself.
âuh huh.. hurry up and get ready,â suguru dismisses it once more before leaving the apartment.
well, guess satoru didnât really need an explanation after all.
LOAFGETO. thank you for reading! please do not copy my work or publish in another media without my permission.
a/n: me after using the word cock
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At Your Service - Zenless Zone Zero
Pairing: Lycaon x Reader
Word Count: ~1k
Warnings: None
A/N: I love Lycaon so much and this is probably the tamest thing I have of him
Your hands were sweaty. You could feel your stomach rolling with anxiety, your knees weak. You were going to die. All alone, with no one to help you. And it was all your fault. It wasn't like you wanted this to happen. You just wanted to help. Now you were going to suffer for it. Your heart was pounding.Â
"What did you do?"
A screech left your lips. You turned around to see Lycaon staring at the kitchen with an incredulous expression. You held your arms out, trying to block the view. He pushed past you, gently lowering your arms. The kitchen was⌠a mess. FLour coated the countertops. Batter had been flung across the cabinet doors and there was something burning. You could feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. This was truly the worst thing that could ever happen.
You cleared your throat as you sheepishly smiled. "I-I tried making⌠those cute souffle pancakes. The ones we got at the cafe that one time?"
"Why?" He asked, his ear twitching as he surveyed the damage. "You don't need to cook at all, Master. It's why I am here."
"Well, that'sâŚ"
You couldn't tell him the truth. You wanted to treat him, to thank him for all he's done. It wasn't easy to care for you. After your father had died only a couple years prior, he had left Lycaon to care for you. You weren't kind about it. It was a bitter feeling, getting left alone with someone you barely interacted with. Lashing out, insults, trying to run away⌠you had caused him a lot of trouble and most likely a lot of grief.
After a particularly bad breakdown, he had comforted you. In that moment, you realized how lucky you were to have him. An insurmountable amount of guilt had filled you. You spent the past two years or so trying to make up for it. You were kind, attentive, and tried not to cause trouble. But now, you were afraid you did more harm than good. Lycaon slowly walked around the kitchen. He came to the stove. The burner was still on. He turned it off.
"LycaonâŚ"
"Do not speak."
A whimper left your lips. "But, I-"
"I said do not speak. Master, this is⌠this is ridiculous. I work hard to keep this estate clean! If you wanted to make something, you should have asked me for help. Look at this mess."
His stern tone caused you to curl up in yourself. A meek apology left your lips. "I'm sorry."
He sighed, his tail drooping. "It's fine, Master. Just go clean up. You're covered in flour."
"I want to help clean." You protested, stepping closer.
"No." He turned to you and patted your head. "It's best to let me do it. I'll be thorough."
His hand moved to your shoulder and he turned you around, pushing you out of the kitchen. You glanced back at him to see him rolling up his sleeves, ready to get to work. Although his expression had been scolding before, there was an almost imperceptible smile on his face. Your face flushed as you hurried to your room to clean up.
 It was more than wanting to assuage your guilt. You had fallen in love with Von Lycaon. Who wouldn't fall in love with someone like that? He was everything you could wish for in a partner. And if you couldn't truly show your love for him, you wanted to do it in other ways. Having him by your side was enough. But the way he had scowled, his stern toneâŚ
"Ah⌠I love him so much." You murmured to yourself.
After washing up, you made your way back to the kitchen. It was sparkling clean, like you had never set foot in it. Lycaon had an apron covering his suit. His eyebrows were furrowed as he read a piece of paper on the counter. His tail swayed languidly behind him. Your eyes focused on his muscles. You bit your lip.
"I'm all clean."
Lycaon's gaze turned to you. "Oh. Good." His tail started to wag and his ears flicked happily.
You walked over to him, peeking out behind his arm. Your eyes squinted as you tried to read the paper. "Are you making something?"
"Souffle pancakes."
"LycaonâŚ" You sighed and gently tugged on your sleeve. "I really am sorry. I wanted to do something good for you. I wanted to give you a gift, make you happy."
Lycaon turned to face you fully. His hands reached out and he cupped your face. Immediately, you felt a blush crawling up your neck and spreading over you. He stared down at you so intently. As if you were the only one who mattered. You swallowed thickly. His ears were pressed flat against his head.Â
"You already make me happy, Master. Just by being by your side, I am the happiest I could be. Serving you, seeing you smile, seeing you safe. It is my ultimate duty to make sure you're living your best life."
You frowned. "Can you say my name? Please?"
His eyebrows furrowed. "Master, that is-"
"Please." You whispered, your voice almost desperate.
He said your name softly. As if it were a gentle thing, something so fragile, it could break at a moment's notice. Your body practically melted. You wanted him. You needed him. He was the love of your life, the only one you wanted to be near. As your heart pounded in your chest, you brought him down to you, grabbing the straps of the apron. Your lips pressed against his.
You could feel his body stiffen. His hands squeezed your cheeks in surprise. But you didn't back down. Your arms wrapped around his neck. Lycaon finally relaxed, his touch becoming softer. He pulled back and kissed your forehead and then your nose. You scrunched your face and looked up at him.
"Don't you know you're not supposed to kiss your butler?" He scolded gently.
You giggled and shrugged. "I can't help it. You're just so easy to love."
"MasterâŚ"
"No. I don't want to be your master anymore." You said softly. "I officially relieve you of your duties."
"Are you firing me?"
"I am. But I do have a new position opening up."
He quirked an eyebrow, his hands now resting on his hips. "Oh? And what's that?"
"Have you ever heard of a househusband?"
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Things I learned from Encyclopedia Eorzea III
Do with this what you will, ffxiv fandom.
G'raha and the tower appeared about 15 years after the Flood of Light. Ardbert and team were all already dead. "Our" Minfilia had already dissipated.
At the time, he looked like his normal self. He is described as a Mystel dressed as a mage, so we can assume people knew he was a "Mystel" at the time, vs. later when his appearance is only speculative.
A bunch of refugees clamored to the Crystal Tower when it appeared. He said yeah you can hang out here, the tower defenses will keep you safe.
And then fucked off for 4 years to survey the damage of the Flood of Light.
When he got back he knew shit was really fucked and ASAP started trying to figure out how the hell to get the WoL over for pizza
At some point he figures out he needed to address the WoL verbally for some reason for the summoning to work properly???
It doesn't.
He decides this shit is gonna take 5ever and I'm already having a quarter life crisis. I'm going to bind my aether to the tower. It's the one secret anti-aging trick that has doctors PISSED
It'll be great, like, he'll almost never age.
Downside, his body slowly becomes necrotic with crystal.
More time lost because he has to use aether to discretely animate his crystallized limbs and digits to keep their use.
At some point, early Crystarium dwellers get tired of asking him for his name (he won't give it) and him rejecting the crown they offer him so they start calling him the Crystal Exarch.
Exarch says OK and wheels out some Allagan nodes to help build what would become the Crystarium. Go ham, guys.
Since no one really recalls what the Exarch looks like in present day, G'raha likely began wearing a cowl after returning from traveling Norvrandt, or when his body begins to change. Those who remember are likely dead (age or sineaters) or sworn to secrecy.
The developing crystal, which he did his best to hide, prevented him from truly connecting with the others.
Sometime after this, an infant Lyna falls into his care.
Well technically the Settlement Council (because he was like hey let's have a representative government [not because I grew up in one or anything!]! I'll just be over here.)
But he was very involved in her upbringing.
Probably because he was close friends with her parents.
Who die tragically while serving in the Crystarium guard (Meaning that the guard is at least 30 years old, likely more, as her parents were known to have served in the guard since inception basically and Lyna is 33 in SHB)
G'raha was probably in his mid-eighties at this point, judging by Lyna's age in SHB (33) and that we know G'raha had the Crystal Exarch title for 9 decades + the 24 years he had lived before he entered the tower. (He is likely slightly older due to the intervening time between being awakened in the Bad Timeline and heading to the First.)
He FINALLY gets summoning to work something like 90 years later!!!!! Except it still doesn't! Five years before he could nab the WoL, he nabbed Thancred instead (oops). It took another 2 years for it to successfully transport a soul again.
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King
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A/N: A happy return my dark sugardaddy!joel. Itâs truly been too long. I hope you enjoy his dark and looming presence.
Summary: You do what it takes to get that car youâve wanted for a while.
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader/you (no y/n)
Tags: +18 smut, sugardaddy/sugarbaby dynamics, abusive relationship, dom/sub dynamics, hint at virginity kink, power dynamics, reader calls joel âkingâ. daddy kink, light bondage, verbal humiliation, demeaning talk about sex work, praise kink, slapping, manhandling, dacryphilia, choking, rough piv sex, cream pie, no aftercare
Word count: 3.3k
Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56477767
King
You run your fingers down over the front of your little black dress. Itâs not your favorite but it doesnât matter as it is not the centerpiece of your outfit, mischievously hiding an emerald green set of lingerie underneath it that peeks out from under the hem in the form of a garter belt.Â
The silk underwear is new, bought only last week when Joel took you shopping for something new to tear to pieces. Heâd chosen this color very carefully but you suspect that it had really been the heart-shaped gap between your legs that had made it sell itself. You knew instantly then, from the way his eyes had darkened and his suit pants had tightened, that it would become a useful weapon in getting what you wanted. Not that you would ever say it out loud (and you suspect that he knows) but Joel is sometimes easy to read, easy to wrap around your finger if you let him do as he pleases. He cares about your happiness and wants but he just doesnât like to say it out loud, likes to play games so it looks like it is his idea. Youâre happy to indulge him in this fantasy if you end up benefiting from it anyway.Â
The black dress has no uneven ruffles but you still smooth it out underneath your palms. Then you head to his king-sized bed, toeing off your shoes, and decide to take a nap on your front until he gets home. He doesnât even know you have a mission.Â
Joel arrives home a few hours later. You wake up from the sound of his car crunching the gravel of his driveway, announcing his arrival like an impending hurricane that has consciousness to be merciful but only if it likes. You imagine the scene in your head; the sight of the car coming to a jarring halt, the door being opened and a single foot hitting the solid ground.Â
You get out of bed immediately with your heart pounding at the thought of seeing him in just a moment. You leave your shoes behind as you exit the bedroom, tiptoeing out into the hall to peer down at the front door from the top of the enormous staircase.Â
You can hear the jingle of his keys and then he is framed in the doorway, a dark shadow in contrast to the pining sunlight outside. He looks around for you for a moment, surveying his large home with a presence that fills the space completely.Â
You try to steady your breathing so as to not reveal yourself to be spying on him, taking note of how he carries himself and what mood radiates from him. Sometimes itâs not the right time to ask for things. Sometimes itâs better to just spread your legs or open your mouth.Â
However, Joel simply closes the door and lets out a tired, relieved breath, hand coming up to run across his forehead and using two fingers to pinch the bridge of his nose. His shoulders slump at this moment that he thinks he is alone, and you release a breath that you didnât know you have been holding in as you find no clenched fists or angry muttering to himself.Â
You make your way back to his bedroom and decide that sitting obediently on the edge of the bed, posing as someone who has been waiting to make his life easier, is the best way forward.Â
It takes a little while before you hear his footsteps approaching outside the room. He opens the door slowly, entering the room with his still impressive demeanor. You give him a little smile and push yourself to stand, making your way towards him and pecking his lips when you stand in front of him.Â
âHey,â he says, only a hint of warmth in his tired voice. He reaches out to place a hand on your waist, his grip on your body feeling more like a claim than a comfort.
âYou look tired,â you note and cup his cheek with your dominant hand. He closes his eyes briefly as if drawing something from your touch, draining something out of you. When he opens them again, they go down to take in your appearance. His grip on your waist tightens.Â
âAnd you lookâŚâ he begins but is unsure how to compliment the effort youâve put into your outfit thatâs only for him. It seems like he genuinely wants to say something nice until his eyes narrow in suspicion, âWhatâs this for?âÂ
âI want a new car,â you let him tower over you as you decide to be bold in his fatigued state. Your fingers come up to peel the straps of your dress off, letting them droop down over your delicate skin for just a second before pulling the rest of the dress down to pool around your feet. You step out of it, donât dare smile in case he might see it as smugness.
Joel looks unimpressed, disappointed even. He narrows his eyes further, a flicker of irritation across his face. He lets go of your body as if you are suddenly not interesting anymore, reaches to undo the knot on his tie, âTake one of my old ones. I have plenty⌠and with the way ya drive I shouldnât be spendinâ so much goddamn money on somethinâ new and shiny because youâre bored of your other toys.â
âJoel,â you pout, entwining your fingers in front of you to make your arms squeeze your breasts together tightly while you push out your bottom lip.Â
âThat ainât my name,â he replies and briefly looks down at your cleavage, âAnd what? The little princess didnât like her pony? Youâre so fuckinâ spoiled. A dumb clichĂŠ.âÂ
âDaddy,â you correct yourself and he nods once. You walk backward towards the bed, crawling onto it and making sure he watches you with every step you take, teasing the bottomless panties while doing it. You sit on your knees, his favorite submissive position, and smile with the hope of making his dick hard. Itâll make this so much easier, âPlease. I can earn it. I can be a good girl.â
âShow me whatcha got,â he tells you, his tone letting you know that his attention is fleeting so you better make use of it now that you have it.Â
You lay down on your front, propping yourself up on your elbows by resting your chin in your hands. You give him a sweet, doe-eyed smile, âHoney, youâve had such a long day.â
âNope,â he rejects the fantasy with a bored expression but still takes one step closer to the bed, âTry again.â
You try not to let him see the frustration on your face that your first fantasy fell through, recovering quickly by getting up on your slightly-spread knees. You grab the end of the bed, leaning forward to make your position even more provocative.Â
âItâs my first time, Daddy,â you say with a pout, blinking your long lashes at him, âIâm a little nervous. Iâm so wet between my legs. Can you tell me whatâs happening to me?âÂ
Even as Joel swallows thickly, he shakes his head while he walks to the side of the bed. He stares at you from a few feet away from the edge, âNo. Again.âÂ
You notice that he is getting hard but you know him well enough to tell that it is from the game that you are playing with each other right now and not from how you look or act. He gets off on the power he has over you, and you feel yourself getting excited from it too.Â
Power. Thatâs the one.Â
You crawl forward and lay down on your back on the vulgarly huge bed, staring up at him as you swing your legs out over the edge of it. You spread them slowly to make his gaze burn, revealing the heart-shaped hole in your panties and your soaked pussy that he can slide into if he wants. All he has to do is take a few steps forward and lift your thighs over his hips.Â
Joel is too easy sometimes but mostly when heâs in one of his good moods. He stands beside the bed not a second later, looking down at you with awaiting eyes. You know exactly which words to make him fuck you until you cry, even feel a little silly that it hadnât occurred to you the second you saw him enter the house.Â
You give him a hazy look, holding your thighs open for him. His gaze bores into yours and you swear that he can read your mind. Even so, you donât blink or cower under the look of God.Â
âYouâre my king, Daddy.â
âAttagirl, thatâs better,â he praises to make your skin prickle and your chest feel ablaze.
Something in Joelâs eyes darkens with the idea of being superior in every way and the spark of fire that you have ignited only seems to grow when you donât try to act like this isnât the case but instead give in and let him know just how beneath him you are. Figuratively and literally.Â
He reaches for his belt, unbuckling it with rough hands as he plans your demise in his head, all kindness seeping out of his face as if the way he praised you seconds ago simply didnât happen. Thereâs something about those Shinigami eyes, teasing the border between fear and arousal. The urgency of his movements tells you that itâll hurt for days but the pretty things that youâll receive in return are worth not being able to stand upright for a while. You calm your beating heart by listing cars in your mind, choosing colors, models, and leather seats.Â
You return to reality when you hear Joelâs fingers snap in front of your face. He sneers, kneeling on the bed with one knee and pulling off his tie completely, âDonâtcha fuckinâ think you get to decide what car youâre gettinâ, honey. If you want one, I decide. We clear?â
You watch with pleading eyes, knowing you should say something but faltering because all you want to do is complain about his decision. There goes that dream of an expensive Aston Martin, the one that has kept you scrolling through your phone.
âYou dare make your King wait?â He spits harshly when you donât answer quickly enough, his eyes going practically black with rage. Thereâs no emotion in them anymore, not even when you whimper at his tone. He reaches out for your arms, violently yanking them towards himself so he can wrap the tie around your wrists, and the panic that you feel suddenly starts to make you cry. He ties a painful knot, securing your arms tightly until he pushes them over your head, âYou donât behave then you donât getta touch.âÂ
You whine with tears at the corners of your eyes, looking away in shame in the way that he likes. However, it is actually a punishment because you do really like touching him - or at least just hold onto him, which you still can but you donât dare move your arms back down - when he fucks you. The avoidance of his powerful eyes earns you a slap to your right breast, and you yelp in surprise.Â
âIâm sorry, Daddy,â you babble, barely able to croak out a coherent reply whilst you twist on the sheets from the unprepared sting to your chest. As you turn your body to the side, subconsciously trying to protect yourself from more painful strikes, you curl in on yourself and thus pull your legs shut, âYou know best, I-I know. I understand.â
âLie still, ya bimbo. I saw that hole between ya legs drippinâ wet, so youâre gonna lemme use it or you wonât get as much as a damn penny for your stupid new obsession,â he curls his calloused hands around your thighs until they dent the skin and maneuvers you onto back once more. He holds your legs open, knees pressing into the mattress until you feel as though your hips might dislocate. He stares down between your legs, smiling to himself at the heart shape in your panties. The stitching of it is coated in your slick, obscene in how creamy and white it is compared to the emerald color of the fabric. Joel makes a primal sound, âDaddy fuckinâ likes. God, I am gonna ruin ya, baby, ruin this well-behaved pussy.â
âJust for you, Daddy. Itâs all just for you, I promise, money or not,â you cry quietly with your bottom lip sticking out, wiggling your hips as much as you can under his powerful weight to show how desperate you are for him. You want to tell him that he already has ruined you. Oh, how thoroughly he has ruined you and ruined everyone else for you. However, no one should make the mistake of thinking you have not let him, no, you have waited for him to find you in a sea of unimportant and tedious nobodies, and fuck, you love him for it. Even if he makes you cry.Â
âThatâs right, just fâme,â he smiles down at you almost tenderly whilst removing one hand from your thigh to undo his pants. You smile with wet cheeks, eyes glazed over as he hurries to get his cock out, the head red and angry from not having enough attention. You put on a show of looking like your life depends entirely upon whether he gets inside of you soon.Â
âYou want Daddy to fuck ya? Fuck ya so Iâll give in like I always fuckinâ do?â He aligns himself with you, gliding the thick head of his length through your soaked folds.Â
âPlease,â you choke out feebly when he starts to spear you on his dick, feeding you inch by inch with his girth until your whole lower body buzzes with greed. Your tied-up hands grip the sheets above your head, your breath shaky as he drapes your thighs over his hips when he has bottomed out inside you.Â
Your voice wavers as he starts moving inside of you, setting a painful pace that has your eyes rolling back into your skull, your body thrashing, and your moans climbing in pitch like you are possessed. He knows what you like and you can feel he might be generous about it today. After all, youâve put in so much effort to look nice and what would a King be if he couldnât exceed in everything? That means even your pleasure.
He leans over you when you tighten your legs around his waist, rough hands settling on your hip bones so he can grind harshly into you. You beg for him, pleading his name as if in prayer again and again. His pelvis nudges at your swollen yet untouched clit. It causes you to scream and grab harder at the sheets as your orgasm builds up fast. You sob on the shaking bed as he puts more effort into each thrust. The head of his cock molds you to fit him each time, reaching something inside of you that has you sizzling with ecstasy in a way that no man has ever made possible before. You didnât even know you could come like this, so intensely, before you met him but despite his talent, he is cruel even in his generosity.Â
âYouâre gettinâ fucked for a dumb car, you know that?â He growls above you, staring down at your wide eyes and open mouth. He moans with a smirk, âYou know what that makes ya?âÂ
He keeps you on the edge with his thrusts, teasing an orgasm that he doesnât allow to come yet. In the most frustrating of ways, you find that even if he exceeds in making you come, itâs not a given that heâll just hand it over to you. Nothing is ever out of the goodness of his heart. You nod frantically as if itâll make him think you are anything other than pathetic, âYes! Oh God, yes, please.â
âSay it, sweetheart,â he demands, splaying a hand on your chest and letting it travel up to rest on your neck. However, he doesnât squeeze to watch your face heat up in panic or push his merciless thumb into your windpipe. Instead, he waits for you to follow orders.Â
âA whore, Daddy,â you reply with a whimper, driven crazy by the unreleased tension in your lower belly. You scrunch your eyebrows, âPleaseâ ah, l-let me come.â
âThatâs right, a filthy, little, gold-digginâ whore,â he lets out a sound thatâs a mix between a laugh and a moan. Those words make your cunt clench around his cock, walls squeezing enough to make him switch up his pace. His thrusts become sharp and erratic, sending you hurtling towards your high so quickly that you throw your head back and involuntarily twist your arms as much as you can.Â
You come with Joelâs violent grip on your throat, with your tits bouncing in the skimpy outfit and your pussy gushing on his dick when your clit happily gets its way. He follows behind you, panting in exhaustion as he finally gets pushed over the edge by how you pulse around him with each beat of your fluttering heart. He is warm inside you, making a mess of your panties with how much already spills out of you around his girth.Â
Itâs intense even in its aftermath. None of you move for a moment and the body heat radiating from you to him and vice versa has you sticking to each other. Joel has a palm on the bed while the other grabs at one of your thighs that are still slung around his body. He strokes up and down to soothe you but only to slip loose of the hot choke of your pussy.Â
You look up at him with a soft whimper when youâre left empty, knowing not to say any actual words yet. Silently, he unties your wrist and you gaze longingly at him as he leans over you to do so. He is so commanding even when he has not uttered a word. Above you, he looks so beautifully disheveled - some of his curls have fallen into his forehead, one sticks to the sweat there - and when he is done, he quietly starts unbuttoning his shirt.Â
Once naked on his chest, he stares and thinks about something for less than a second. He is quick in his evaluation of the situation, finally stepping out of his bottoms. He takes his time to dig into the pocket of his discarded pants, retrieving his wallet and you wait as patiently as you can muster as the anticipation grows.
âI think that dirty fuck deserves an Aston Martin at the very least, donâtcha think?â He smiles knowingly but it doesnât reach his eyes and places his sleek black card on the bed. You hear him mutter the word pathetic as you reach for the card but when you peek up at him, you can see the way he takes pleasure in rewarding you when you so successfully display the thrill you feel in earning it.Â
Your body aches but you prop yourself up on your elbows, grinning with tear-streaked cheeks, âThank you, Daddy.âÂ
Joel leans down over you once more, capturing your lips in a possessive kiss and tangling his hand in your hair to make you unable to pull back. He knows how to show you who is in charge but he sets it in stone when he only draws back an inch after breaking the kiss again.Â
âRemember, baby,â he murmurs, voice raspy with sex, âYou only get what you deserve and youâve been very deservinâ today.â
âCan I shower with you?â You smile sweetly. It seems like the right time to ask for a bit of intimacy.Â
Joel huffs a laugh and shakes his head, âNo. Lie in it.â
He disappears after that. Your smile does too.
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Selective Standards
Alessia Russo x Reader
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Y/N walked into the changing room, expecting to find the usual post-training chaosâwater bottles here, jerseys there, a few bits of kit scattered on the benches. But this was on another level. A mess of epic proportions.
Protein shake bottles lay on the floor, half-empty, with their lids off, spilling sticky liquid across the floor. An assortment of clothes, some still in training gear and others discarded in the middle of the room, was strewn about, creating an obstacle course. Half-open snack wrappers crinkled underfoot, and towels were abandoned haphazardly across the benches. It looked like someone had taken a whirlwind tour of the room and forgotten to clean up after themselves.
Y/N froze in the doorway, mouth agape.
âWhat the hell happened in here?â Y/N muttered, stepping into the chaos, surveying the damage. Her hands flew to her hips as she turned to face the team. âWho even leaves a place like this? This is so disrespectful. Weâre a team, weâre supposed to take care of our space. Whoever made this mess should be reprimanded. They should pay a fine or be suspended for a game. This is ridiculous.â
The room fell silent. A few players exchanged awkward glances, and some even stifled small chuckles, glancing at each other. It wasnât every day they saw Y/N go off like this. Normally cool-headed, Y/Nâs frustration seemed to be bubbling over today.
Leah, who had just come out of the showers, raised an eyebrow, clearly amused but trying to hold back her laughter. âY/N⌠I donât think itâs that deep.â
âItâs that deep, Leah,â Y/N snapped, gesturing to the mess. âLook at this. Itâs disrespectful to all of us. You know how hard we work. Thisââ She pointed to an empty water bottle rolling across the floor, ââthis is a disaster.â
Katie, who was sitting on the bench nearby, grinned mischievously. âYou know, you could always just pick it up yourself, right?â
âNo,â Y/N huffed, her eyes scanning the room, clearly riled up. âSomeone needs to be held accountable. This isnât just a little accident. Itâs a pattern of neglect.â
Just then, the door opened, and Alessia Russo walked in, her attention quickly drawn to the group as she noticed them all looking toward her. She hadnât noticed the mess yet.
Y/N shot a pointed glance toward the protein shake bottle, still leaking a sticky mess onto the floor. âWhoever did this needs to clean it upâimmediately. No exceptions.â
Leah couldnât help but smile, taking a slow step toward Y/N. âWell, you might want to turn around, becauseââ
Before she could finish, Y/Nâs voice rang out again, sharp and direct. âAnd Iâm serious. If this happens again, I donât care if itâsââ
âUh, Y/N,â Leah interrupted, a grin tugging at her lips as she stepped to the side. âItâs Alessiaâs mess.â
Y/N froze mid-sentence, her eyes wide. She turned slowly to see Alessia, who was now staring at the group, completely unaware of the mess she had left behind. Her eyes darted from teammate to teammate, catching their expressions. And then her gaze fell on the aftermath sheâd left in her rush.
âOh no,â Y/N muttered, her face turning bright red. She hadnât even noticed that Alessia was the culprit when she was ranting. âI didnâtâuh⌠I didnât realize it wasââ
Katie raised an eyebrow, giving Y/N an amused look. âYou sure? You were just about to have someone suspended for this.â
Y/N, caught in the moment, quickly tried to backtrack, her voice dropping an octave as she rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. âWell, I mean, we all get caught up in things, right? Just a little⌠oversight. Nothing major. Itâs fine. Not a big deal. Right, Alessia?â
Alessia, who had been listening with an amused grin, walked over and casually tossed her gym bag on the bench. âYeah, I was running late for media stuff,â she said with a shrug. âGuess I left a trail behind me. Sorry about that.â
Y/N, now visibly flustered, waved her hand dismissively, trying to cover up her earlier outburst. âNo, no, itâs⌠itâs really not that serious. Just, maybe next time, a little more care when youâre in a rush? Thatâs all. Right, guys?â She forced a smile, but it was clear she was embarrassed.
Katie burst out laughing, slapping her hands on the bench. âOh, you were so ready to fine someone for this mess, and now youâre backtracking?â
âI was justââ Y/N started, but she didnât have the energy to continue. âI guess I got a little carried away. Itâs Alessia. Iâll let it slide⌠just this once.â
Alessia, who had clearly caught the shift in Y/Nâs tone, grinned and casually threw an arm around her shoulders. âItâs all good, babe. Thanks for being so understanding. Iâll do better next time.â
Y/N shot a playful glare at her, trying to regain her composure. âJust⌠donât make me do a whole speech next time. Iâll have to give you a fine or something.â
The entire team erupted into laughter as Y/Nâs serious demeanor quickly crumbled into a sheepish smile. Alessia leaned in close, still grinning. âYouâre the best, Y/N. Maybe Iâll get you to help me clean up next time?â
âYeah, sure,â Y/N muttered with a roll of her eyes, âIâll bring the fine book.â
And with that, the room returned to its usual chaosâbut this time, everyone was a little lighter, the tension having dissolved in a fit of laughter.
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The team was starting to form more bad habits. Every day, without fail, more and more players were coming late to training. It wasnât anything too serious at firstâjust a few minutes here and thereâbut Y/N, always one to stick to the rules and maintain discipline, was getting fed up.
It had been the third day in a row that several players were running through the gates minutes after the scheduled start time. She couldnât take it anymore.
âAlright, thatâs it,â Y/N muttered to herself, crossing her arms tightly over her chest as the last player jogged onto the field. âEnough is enough.â
She marched up to the front, her voice firm and clear as she addressed the entire team. âIâm done with this. Weâre all professionals here, and we canât keep letting people stroll in whenever they feel like it. From now on, anyone whoâs late will be fined. A minute late? A minuteâs fine. Youâre five minutes late? Five minutesâ worth of fines.â
The room went silent, the rest of the players exchanging nervous glances. They knew Y/N wasnât messing around.
Katie, ever the troublemaker, leaned in and whispered to Leah, âSheâs not serious, is she?â
âOh, sheâs dead serious,â Leah replied, eyes widening as she watched Y/N cross her arms and glare at the group. âYouâve seen her like this before.â
Y/Nâs eyes scanned the room, locking onto the players who had been late. âThis isnât school, people. You all know better. Youâre adults. You can show up on time. Itâs disrespectful to your teammates, and we need to take this seriously.â She turned to face a particularly late-looking Kyra. âFive minutes late today. Thatâs a fiver.â
Kyra rolled her eyes but said nothing, too tired of the back-and-forth to argue. Y/N then turned her eyes to the next culprit, Alessia, who had just jogged in, breathless from her sprint to the field.
âAlessia, youâre late again!â Y/N snapped, hands on her hips, but before Alessia could even start to apologize, Y/Nâs tone softened. âNo, no. Itâs okay. Itâs not your fault. Itâs justâtraining was probably a little too early for you today. Iâll take care of the fine. Donât worry about it.â
Alessia blinked, surprised by the sudden change in tone. âReally? Youâll take care of it?â
âOf course,â Y/N replied, shaking her head, her voice calming. âYou donât need the added stress. Weâll make sure your fine is covered. You can count on me.â
Y/N then glared back at the others. âBut for everyone else? Youâd better pay up. Youâve all been warned.â
Leah gave her a pointed look as Y/N turned her attention to the rest of the group. âIf anyone else is late, thereâs no excuse. I mean it. Weâre not running a daycare here.â
The session went on, but Y/N couldnât help but notice how the other players seemed to keep a little distance from her. They knew Y/N meant business, and with her new fine system, she wasnât about to let anyone get away with being tardy.
The next few days passed, and the fines kept racking up. By the end of the week, Y/N had nearly filled a small notebook with the fines from late arrivals, most of which had come from the usual suspects: Katie, Beth, and a few others who just didnât seem to care. But when Alessia was late yet again, Y/N was quick to brush it off.
âAlessia, donât stress. Iâve got this,â sheâd say, her voice soft and reassuring, even as she filled in the fine for her late arrival.
The others watched this dynamic unfold. The fines were getting heftyâvery heftyâbut every time Alessia was late, Y/N would simply wave it off and mutter that it was okay. They all found it strange, but there was something about the way Y/N spoke to Alessia that made her seem⌠untouchable, in a way.
By the end of the month, Y/N had paid off all of Alessiaâs fines, covering the hundreds of euros in late fees. Every time she brought it up, Alessia would try to refuse.
âYou really donât need to do that, Y/N,â Alessia said, a hint of guilt in her voice.
âIâve got it covered,â Y/N replied with a smile, brushing off Alessiaâs concern. âItâs not a big deal.â
But even as she said it, Y/N couldnât help but wonder why she was doing it. Why did she always soften when it came to Alessia? Why was she willing to put up with the fines when everyone else had to pay up without a second thought?
One evening, as they sat together after training, Y/N gave Alessia a sideways glance. âYou know, if you just stopped being late, I wouldnât have to pay these fines for you.â
Alessia looked at her with a half-smirk. âMaybe Iâm just testing how far youâll go.â
Y/N chuckled softly, rolling her eyes. âWell, consider this the last time, okay? Iâm not made of money, and Iâm not paying your fines forever.â
Alessia laughed, leaning in close. âI know. But I appreciate it, Y/N. More than you know.â
Y/N just smiled, knowing full well that no matter how many fines Alessia racked up, sheâd always be the one to take care of it. She didnât mind. Not when it was Alessia.
It was one of those days where the team was a little too playful for their own good, and Katie had a mischievous gleam in her eye. She leaned in towards Alessia, a sly grin creeping across her face as she whispered her idea.
âWhy don't you come in an hour late to training? You know, just to test if Y/N will actually follow through with paying your fine,â Katie suggested, practically vibrating with excitement.
Alessia raised an eyebrow. âAre you serious? You really think sheâd pay a ÂŁ200 fine?â
Katieâs grin only grew wider. âY/N loves you. Sheâs a softie for you, trust me. Sheâll pay without batting an eye.â
Alessia hesitated, but then the thought of seeing how far Y/N would go for her made her heart flutter. âAlright, fine. But if she gets mad, Iâm blaming you.â
Katie winked. âDeal.â
The next day, as the team finished their warm-ups and got into their drills, Alessia sneaked in, only to join the sprints, breathless and looking sheepish as she entered the pitch.
Y/N, who had been keeping track of everyoneâs arrival times as usual, immediately shot her a glare. âAlessia, youâre late,â she said, arms crossed and voice stern.
The team watched with baited breath, knowing full well that this was going to be interesting. Y/N pulled out her notebook, jotting down the fine.
â1 hour late, thatâs ÂŁ200,â she said, her voice sharp as she turned to the rest of the team. âYou all know the rules. Late is late.â
Alessia bit her lip, trying to keep a straight face as she watched Y/N turn back to her, ready to pay the fine. Without a single word of complaint, Y/N pulled out her wallet, counted out the money, and handed it to the coach.
âHere you go,â Y/N said, her voice oddly calm.
Katie couldnât contain her smirk. âWow, I didnât think youâd actually do it.â
Y/N barely even looked at Katie. She turned back to Alessia, her face softening. âYou donât need to worry about this,â she said gently. âItâs not your fault. Iâll take care of it.â
Without thinking, Y/N reached forward and cupped Alessiaâs cheek, leaning in for a kiss, soft and sweet, making the rest of the team collectively roll their eyes. When they pulled apart, Y/N smiled, her eyes full of affection.
The rest of the team, including Leah, watched in stunned silence, unsure of what to say. Katie, trying to keep a straight face, let out a dramatic gasp. âI canât believe you actually paid it, Y/N! Youâre such a sucker.â
Leah, smirking, chimed in, âLooks like Alessiaâs got you wrapped around her finger.â
Y/N rolled her eyes but couldnât suppress a soft chuckle. âIâm not a sucker. Iâm just making sure my girlfriend isn't stressed over something silly like fines.â
Katie raised an eyebrow. âOh, really?"
Alessia leaned in, trying to hide the smile tugging at her lips. âYou really didnât have to do that, you know. I was just testing youâŚâ
Y/N turned to the group, suddenly serious. âYou shouldnât have pressured poor Alessia into that,â she said, her voice taking on a more reprimanding tone. âIf you all have issues, you come to me. We donât put her in situations like that. Youâve all got to start acting your age. Weâre supposed to be grown, not schoolkids that mess with each other for fun.â
The rest of the team exchanged glances, bored for Y/N's thousandth lecture, and nodded in acknowledgment.
Leah nudged Katie, both of them smirking. âI think Y/Nâs getting soft,â Leah teased. âGuess the only one who can make her pay ÂŁ2000 without a fight is Alessia.â
Katie laughed. âIâm just amazed. She didnât even hesitate! Itâs like she has a weakness for her. She's like kryptoniteâ
Y/N gave them a mock glare, but her voice had a playful edge. âAlright, alright, I get it. You two are clearly jealous because I didnât pay your fines.â
Katie threw her hands up in defeat. âI mean, I would have asked, but Iâm pretty sure youâre whipped for Alessia.â
Leah chuckled. âI think she just wants to see if she can get away with being that spoiled.â
Y/N rolled her eyes, turning back to Alessia, who was clearly enjoying the teasing. She gave her a smile, though. âYouâre lucky youâre cute. And you know Iâd do anything for you.â
Alessia grinned, her heart swelling with affection. âI know. I wonât make a habit of it. I swear.â
Y/N chuckled softly, her protective nature not fully letting go, but a warmth in her chest that reminded her just how much she cared for Alessia.
The rest of the team couldnât help but laugh at the playful dynamic between the two, and even though they were teasing Y/N, there was a sense of warmth in the air. It was clear they were a team in more ways than one. Even if some of them had to be teased a little for their soft moments, they all knew Y/N had their backsâjust as much as she had Alessiaâs.
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