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kayandjayz · 5 months ago

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I'm feeling very, very jittery and very, very chatty so I'm just gonna take some time to gush about my girlfriend because she's absolutely wonderful. click below if you want to hear a lesbian be sappy about her girlfriend because I'm just. So lucky.

So I've been lucky enough to be dating J for almost 2 years now.

We started dating on August 4, 2022. At this point, we'd been roommates for a year already. I'd known I had a crush on her since December, but had convinced myself that it was just a temporary thing. And also something that I needed to get over because at the time she was very anti-marriage due to personal reasons that I'm not going to get into.

We had been doing the whole long distance friendship thing that summer due to the fact that our hometowns are 4 hours apart. I had convinced myself that time away from her was going to make my little crush go away. If anything, it only made it worse. We were doing all kinds of phone calls and FaceTime calls. There were a couple of times that we had one day that lined up so one of us got up super early to make the 4 hour drive to the other's town just to spend the day together for the day and then make the 4 hour drive back that night.

None of this was helpful for my little crush. In fact, it made me convince myself that mayhaps she liked me back.

On one of my visits to her town, I had nearly convinced myself to confess my feelings to her. I made a joke about one of my friends joking about her being my girlfriend, something that had been a recurring joke for a while now with that friend. That friend is TBH the reason we got together, but we're not gonna talk about that.

She admitted that she had a crush on one of her friends from high school, crushing my little heart just a little bit.

However, she was still acting the same. We fell asleep on FaceTime. She got better and better at texting just so she could talk to me. No one else (even to this day) gets as good of a response time from her as I did/do. My friend finally convinced me to confess my feelings, so I wrote out a little thing and sent it to the "jury" to have it approved.

I sent it over text. Clearly it wasn't going to happen in person, so I sent it via text.

Still, nothing changed about our relationship. She said she needed time to consider her feelings. I gave her space. It started to feel like teasing. She eventually made another visit to my town. She didn't say anything about it.

A few days later, I was feeling hurt and frustrated. She still hadn't said anything about her feelings towards me, in either direction. She hadn't given me any indication whether there was something there or if I needed to drop it. I asked her to give me an answer one way or the other because I *really* needed to know.

We got on a call. There were a couple of times that I could tell she wanted to say something, but I wasn't going to force it. We fell asleep on that call. Neither of us had anything to do the next day, so we just stayed on the call. Around 1, she finally got the words out. "I think I like you too."

"Shall we make it official then?"

She blushed and did her adorable little smile that I just love so much and nodded. And just like that, it begins.

The next few weeks were a little awkward as we figured out how now being girlfriends changed our relationship. We moved back to our campus, both of us coming earlier than the crowd. Me for band camp, her for auditions. We both tiptoed around each other, nervous to make the move into physical intimacy.

We were watching a stupid Twilight knock-off when I finally got the courage to put my head on her shoulder, which ripped the bandaid off for our physical touch. We started cuddling with every movie night. Eventually, it got to a point that we admitted to each other that we had a hard time getting into bed after movie night because we didn't want to go to our separate beds, so we started sleeping in the same bed.

Eventually, we were playfully kissing each other's faces on the floor of the dorm room that we shared. She stops and says that she wants to kiss me for real. I tell her that I've been dropping hints that that's what I wanted all night long. We shared our first kiss.

I admitted to her that it was my first kiss ever. She asks me if she can kiss me again.

I don't remember how it came up, but I do remember that I was the first one to say I love you, some night curled up snuggling in bed together. She immediately said it back.

We spend our first Thanksgiving together, driving back and forth across the state to make sure that we hit everyone. I meet some of her family (I had met a lot of them on previous visits to her town) and she met the majority of mine. One of my grandma's brothers jokingly asked her to pray, causing her to have a minor freak out because she didn't know how my family would react if she said no.

Christmas break was hard. It was the first time that we had to spend a significant amount of time apart since we'd started dating. We didn't get to spend Christmas together, we didn't get to spend her birthday together.

Coming back to campus, I was a little worried that we would lose all of the progress in our relationship that we'd made before break, but we didn't. We immediately got to talking again, just like normal.

It was the most natural thing in the world.

We had some shenanigans throughout the rest of the semester, and supported each other through some really, really hard times (that was a *bad* semester for both of us). I joined her fraternity that she'd been pestering me about for years.

We start having bigger conversations. Getting married is now on the table. Not immediately, but it now becomes something that is on our minds. I start a google folder to start collecting ideas for it.

I spent the first few days of summer break that year in her town. We had more time to explore than we ever had before, so I really got to know the town a little bit better. We said goodbye, and it was hard. However, we already had lots of plans on the calendar that we could point to and say "hey, that's the next time I get to see you."

We spent our second pride together (first as a couple). She brought her friend who has kind of become our unofficial third wheel (if we are ever hanging out with only one of her friends, it is usually that one). My dad invited her on our San Francisco trip, so she tagged along for that. She ended up staying an extra day after she got back, so we got to explore the city that is closest to me more than we had ever gotten to before.

I had to move back to campus almost a month early, having gotten a job on campus that required me to be at the desk for that time before the school year started. I needed to be there for move-in and such.

We (by pure luck of my new boss being the nicest person ever) got to spend our first anniversary together in her town.

She moved back to campus for a wild ride. It was going to be her last semester on campus. She had her senior recital coming up, and mostly a lot of other lasts.

We were invited to attend a friend of hers' wedding. It was the first wedding either of us had gone to that our parents weren't at. She was an usher/the emcee for the reception, but it still meant that I got a crap ton of time around her that night. I think that put us both in our feels and we both start getting really mushy about the whole thing.

She has her senior recital on the bass trombone. It was over in a flash, but I could not be more proud of her. She did such an amazing job with it, and I could not imagine it going better. It was such a cool experience getting to watch her up there all in her element, doing the thing she loves most in the world. It is the biggest performance of her degree, and she absolutely NAILS it. We also get to hang out with one of my best friends from high school (who drove all the way to our college campus with her boyfriend {who I hadn't met anywhere that wasn't a funeral} just because she also wanted to support J in her recital).

For Thanksgiving break, we start packing up some of J's things. The stuff that she isn't going to need anymore. Anything that we can to make her big move our in December a little easier. We make more trips back and forth across the state to hit everyone. She gets to meet my family from out-of-state and hold a baby for the first time ever in her life.

The first few weeks of December are a mess. I'm trying to get my new major figured out while also staying on top of my incredibly demanding current major and prepping for juries. She is wrapping up loose ends as her time in college comes to an end.

We have the hardest goodbye we've ever had. Once all of her stuff was packed up and ready to head back to her hometown, there was no telling when we would see each other again. We were both going to be busy with work and stuff all of break, and she wouldn't be returning to campus in January.

By luck and luck alone, I had a three-day weekend leading up to New Year's. I texted her mom telling her that I was going to surprise her. By this point, we did have a visit day picked out for her to come visit at school, so I was able to hide my excitement of getting to come surprise her through being excited about that later day.

I knock on her door. She yells that she's not decent. I didn't want to let her know that it was me, so I knock again. She opens the door. Her jaw drops.

I get to officially meet her brother who lives out of the country and his girlfriend who is from the country that he lives in. I get to spend New Year's with them in person instead of via FaceTime in my room. Her friends come over. Her brother's friends come over. We all gather in the living room to watch the ball drop.

I get my first ever New Year's Kiss.

We say goodbye at the end of the weekend, easier knowing that the next time I get to see her is already all planned out. Still hard though.

I move back to campus and prep myself to start in a whole new major where I'm essentially a first year and I do not know *anyone*.

The first visit gets postponed for weather. She starts student teaching. That, too, gets interrupted a lot by the weather. Once the weather calmed down, she made her first visit back to campus and came to visit a meeting in our fraternity to say hello to all of our sisters.

I trudge through a lot of snow. Days that probably should have gotten cancelled due to being cold or icey. But really finding myself in it. Getting myself ready for my spring semester job that inspired me to change my major to begin with. The best job I will ever have.

We have more visits. We have more people pledge into our chapter.

Our spring break ends up lining up perfectly so we spend the entire time together.

We travel a few weeks later to watch the Sonic Symphony. I come to watch her conduct her first concert ever. The kids treat me like I'm a celebrity.

I finish the semester strong, stronger than I've ever had a semester in the history of college.

I get to watch the love of my life walk across the stage for her graduation. She graduates with having the honor of having the highest grades in our chapter. She also walks with the honor of the HIGHEST award that our school offers graduates. Only one person per department gets it. To get it, you have to have high grades and an amazing character. It is a medal that she gets to walk with.

She helps me finish packing up my car. We drive together to her town, which has now become our town as I now live with her.

We have set specific financial goals that we would like to accomplish before we start saving for a wedding. We have set a number to have saved to start wedding planning.

We spent our third pride together, living our absolute best lives.

This August, we will celebrate our 2nd anniversary with her helping me move in because I am now an RA at our college and need to be there early.

I cannot even begin to put words to how lucky I am to have her. She is my absolute world and I don't have a single clue in the world of what I'd do without her. She is my rock, my confident, my everything. She has been there for me when I needed her. She always knows how to make me smile. She makes the every day stuff *fun*. I love getting to run errands with her, plan out our breaks so that we can make sure to visit everyone. We work incredibly well together as a team and we are able to compliment each other incredibly well.

She inspires me to be a better person, because she deserves the absolute best and I want to be the absolute best for her.

She treats me like an absolute princess.

She is the gift that I have been so, so, *so* incredibly lucky to receive.

I love her so very, very much. I'm living in a massive fairytale. There is nothing I could want more than I want to have her by my side for my entire life. I cannot *wait* to get to be married to her and build our entire lives together.

Das us, living our best lives ❤️❤️❤️

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myenemystolvrs · 2 years ago

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March 2021

completed fics that i read this month.

~read the tags~

▶ more than 1 chapter

Sasunaru

1. When the House Falls Down by sowell [M, 14K, 14ch]

“When the house falls down, all that's left is to rebuild.”

2. Looking for us by fangirlandiknowit [M, 28K, 4ch]

“Being in love with your best friend is never easy, but there might be light on the horizon for Naruto... If only Sasuke wasn't so oblivious!“

3. Healing the Broken by KizuKatana [E, 132K, 23ch]

“The war is over, and Sasuke is brought back to the village after his defeat by Naruto. But he is struggling to re-assimilate into the village. As his mental stability continues to erode, Tsunade and Kakashi ask Naruto to try a different treatment method.”

4. The Worst Shift by CapturedByNoodles, KizuKatana [E, 124K, 24ch]

“A decorated officer of the court with a police record as immaculate as his badge, Naruto Uzumaki was certain he could take on anything. Even if that meant wearing a skirt, procuring a street corner, and going undercover as a prostitute... with his old high school rival as his first client.”

5. Opposite Sides of the Tracks by KizuKatana [E, 77K, 10ch]

“Naruto and Sasuke come from opposite ends of the social strata. Sasuke is heir to the Uchiha business empire. Naruto is just trying to survive childhood. But they are more alike than they realize. When both their lives get ripped apart, the bonds of friendship they forged as children explode into something else entirely.”

6. Rebuilding by KinomiAkai [E, 25K, 7ch]

“Sasuke has spent every day since the war's end trying to rebuild. It's a good thing Naruto has been doing the same, isn't it?”

7. Something Good by KinomiAkai [E, 93K, 29ch]

“Some people are assholes. Some people are kind. It's when those are the same person that things get real confusing.”

8. Something To Remember Me By by heimai [E, 82K, 9ch]

“Every summer, Naruto visits the sleepy beach town of Oceanview. Easily the best part of the trip is the carnival, set up for three days at the end of August. As summers pass, Naruto finds himself coming back again and again to see the boy at the end of the boardwalk. First, he wants to win the game the boy runs, but it turns into wanting to win Sasuke's heart instead. For some reason, Naruto just can't get him out of his head.”

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▶ one shots

1. Can't live without you by fangirlandiknowit [M, 2K]

“Time skip ninja-verse, Naruto and Sasuke admitting/coming to terms with their feelings.“

2. Waiting for the Stars by KinomiAkai [T, 6K]

“Sasuke and Naruto lay under the stars. (There's a meteor shower tonight.)”

3. I Wanna Be Yours by shcrlockholmcs [E, 7K]

“It had been exactly one year, eight months, four days, and six hours since Sasuke had left. Not that Naruto was counting or anything.

Naruto attempts to build a life while Sasuke is away, only for it to all come crashing down when he returns unexpectedly.”

4. safe in your arms. by ambiguousreality [T, 2K]

“Sasuke comes to terms with the cold, hard facts of life.

He actually likes cuddling with Naruto.”

5. there was a reason (i collided into you) by RecklessWriter [T, 7K]

“Accidental kissing is an actual thing that happens. Sometimes repeatedly. Just ask Naruto and Sasuke.”

6. Flesh and Bone by dawnstruck [M, 14K]

“Like an ouroboros, a snake devouring its own tail, this, too, means eternity.

Alternative summary: "He says we are engaged to each other, you moron.”

7. Because I'm Here Now by SasuNarufan13 [M, 2K]

“Sasuke's body keeps moving on its own - even after all these years.”

8. Waiting for an Answer by KinomiAkai [T, 8K]

“After eight years of struggling, Naruto finally caves and confesses to Sasuke. But it's okay; nothing is going to change between them. Everything will be the same.

...The moment Sasuke stops bringing it up every twenty seconds, it'll be the same.”

9. thirty-five by writedeku [G, 5K]

“You,” Sasuke starts, then falters. “You still have my bedsheets on the bed in the other room. They’re not dusty. Did you know I was comi—“

Ack. “God, no,” Naruto deflects from the redness in his cheeks with the harshness of his words but he knows Sasuke will see right through him. Curse the two of them. “I just. I keep it clean. For you. In case you came home.”

Sasuke is quiet, but he knows what he’s thinking.

Ten years. You did that for ten years?”

10. stay at home dad by chai_lattes [G, 1K]

"You've got a pretty bounty on your head, Uchiha Sasuke."

"It's Uzumaki now." Sasuke said, flipping his hair out of his face. "And I'm retired."

#fic #ficrec #narusasu #sasunaru #march2021 #i read a lot #uchiha sasuke #uzumaki naruto

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forensicated · 1 year ago

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Smiffina Episodes - Episode 143

We pick up from last episode with the bomb planted at the cinema and the first lot of uniform arriving with Gina to sweep the cinema. Gina's trying to sort evacuation of approx 100 plus people in the targeted screening. The manager is dumbfounded - they've been treating it as a hoax. Surely better to act like it's real and be wrong than the alternative? In the staff not acting, the people inside screen 3 are starting to get messages after the bomb warning is announced by the radio station who received the threat and they start to evacuate. The police try and assist it, however a little girl gets injured in the crush.

I'm amazed that they're only evacuating one screen and y'know - not the entire bloody building! Are only the people in that one screen getting the messages/calls about it? If you heard that there's a potential bomb in a building you were in, would you stick around? After all, how do you know how big/small it is? Why are they thinking it will only take out the one screen potentially? Also this is series 19 which aired August 2003. Yes it's 2 years prior to the 7/7 bombing in London but it is almost 2 years from 9/11. And in 2001 there'd been 5 terrorist bombs centered around London planted by The Real IRA.

CAD is inundated with calls. Smithy asks CSU to act as the call divert to reassure and to gather intelligence. Cathy agrees with a rather breathy and I imagine in her mind seductive "we're all yours" but given what we know about Cathy now - it's much more creepy.

Gina requests Smithy organise back up to her at the cinema. When the room is free, Gina asks Reg and Gabriel with Mickey and cinema staff to search it but not to touch any device if they find one. A male member of staff spots what looks like a bomb gaffertaped to one of the chairs. As they move slowly and carefully to alert Gina, the device explodes, sending everyone hitting the ground, injuring Mickey's shoulder initially and the male staff member and rendering Honey unconcious. As if she's not hurt enough, Gabriel has to perform CPR on her.

Gina updates the station and she and Smithy notify the relevant groups and divert more back up. FINALLY they start to evacuate the full building. Gina spots a woman smoking outsides and asks her to blow her smoke in her direction 😂 before she speaks to the press about the bombing and asks people to call in if they have any info.

"Puff it this way, darlin'!"

Gary, hopelessly in love with Honey, is worried about her and is angry that he's not getting more information about her and that Gina has asked Ruby not to update unless there's new information. Loose lips and all that - he ends up telling Gabriel about what he did for Gina after the little car accident a few episodes back, arming Gabriel with blackmail material right as he needs it, before he gets dispatched to an assault case.

The assault case leads him to St Hughes and Ruby where he can manipulate and intimidate her even more as she waits for Honey to come round. As they do, it becomes clear that the male member of staff is actually the bomber... and as they find him, he's sat at the side of Honey's bed with another bomb inside his bag. All because noone realises 'what he's worth' because he has 'more to offer than being an usher'. He wanted the police calling to the cinema so he could learn from them first hand because he's adamant he can be a police officer - but he was rejected.

After he and Ruby talk the bomber down and arrest him, Gina is very impressed and asks Ruby to reconsider her resignation, ripping the letter up without even reading it. (The second of Gabriel's infamously millions chances after Ruby reluctantly covered for him after he set one of her school friends up) . Gabriel sees this through the window and thinks he's gotten away scott free - however Ruby can't live with herself and she confesses to Gina that she lied on the stand. She knows she's committed perjury and that it means the end for her career... but she can't cover up any longer. After seeing Ruby out, Gina is desperate for a smoke and luckily finds one of her old cigarillo ends in an ashtray in her office, sneakily lighting it. After she's finished she goes to find Gabriel, seeing through all his bluster and telling him she knows exactly what he did.

Although it's not spoken, unfortunately for Gina, he knows exactly what Smithy got Gary to do without Gina's knowledge. She already told Gary she was keeping quiet for his and Smithy's sakes which gives Gabriel the perfect leverage to stop her making Ruby's confession public and reporting him... She does become aware that Gabriel knows next episode however. He applys for a driving course at Hendon and tells her he has a clean license including no drink driving convictions and she puts two and two together and nails Gary.

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uselessblondegemini · 2 months ago

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On Love

When I say I'm sorry I feel like I'm mostly apologizing for being the way that I am and for doing the things that made me be like this.

I just had turned 15 when i first kissed a girl. It happened simultaneously to the first time I'd ever tried alcohol. I felt like acting like a sinner twice would be like ripping off a bandaid.

So many times I feel the urge to apologize because of the people I fell in love with. The guy that distorted my reality and my perception of society when I was just 15 years old. He listened the same music as me and he used to shoplift quite oftenly. The guy that smoked marijuana because it was the only thing that could keep his conversations interesting and nonchalant. I apologize, cause' how strongly I desired being with him.

He truly woke up something in me. The first time I did drugs he was the one right next to me. I was 16 when I first tried marijuana. I got used to the dizziness that life adquires while being stoned. I never really tried again, or at least not frequently.

That guy walked out my life when I first met her. She came into my life like a breeze of fresh air, or maybe like a tornado. A green-eyed storm with denim jeans and leather jackets. A thunder that electrified every single blood vessel in my body. A dream. A delirium. Midnight conversations. We used to dream about getting away from our hometown. She'd make music while I'd do films. Her melodic laugh truly made me smile. Her laugh. It was as if her shyness found shelter in laughing and decided to make her the most flamboyant girl on earth.

Before her there were lots of guys. Guys of any kinds and shapes. Tall. Short. Blonde. Brunette. I had the ability to see in them things that no one else was really capable of conceiving. I used to love playing games and imagining a life right next to them. I used to daydream of how their lives and personalities would make an efford to include me in their plans.

Theres particulary one of them that really left something in me that still lasts until this day. My best friend's boyfriend. He was perfect. We listened to the same music. We shared clothing. We had the same humour and we were pretty similar altogether. He was perfect in my eyes. I spent months thinking about him. I even used to think how our first conversation was going to be like. It wasn't how I'd wanted it to be. I was so nervous that I could barely function or articulate any coherent words. He was really cocky, but really funny too. The first cigarette I smoked was with him by my side. Long Winston. When I found out that it was not me who he wanted (but my charming and pretty friend) I felt an enormous feeling of dissappointment, different to any kind of heartbreak I experienced before. I learnt what it was really like to be rejected. He was the first guy that made me step away from my platonic concepction of love. He was the first guy I wanted to be with. I thought we were meant for eachother, but I guess it was not like that in real life.

In that moment of my life, in which I felt incapable of being loved, a shiny-armour gentleman came into my life. My best friend confessed his feelings for me in the evening of a long and shiny august day. I had been in love with him a few years ago. I never thought he could feel the same. We started going out and I can tell to this day that he was the kindest and nicest man I've ever been with. The intensity of his feelings wasn't truly reciprocated by me. Where I saw late ashes, fighting for lighting a spark, he saw the brightest and wildest of the wildfires. In that moment I understood that even though love is something between two, It doesn't really exist an equitative and fair distribution of the feelings invested in relationships. He was the first real dissappointment that I had in my life. After all of what we went through, in a desperate attempt for saving what we had, he thought that the best way to keep me by his side was tying me to his soul. That is how I started having a toxic and abusive relationship, where I was everyone's enemy and where I had to face a problem I really didn't know how to deal with. I wished I knew what was about to happen when he confessed to me.

A year after, I realised that I had fallen in love for the first time. This time it was something serious, mature, and different to anything that I had experienced before. I had spent a few months prior to that date talking with the tornado girl's best friend. She was more like the calm before the storm. She was intelligent and sensitive, she loved reading and sharing music with me. I never had the intention of falling in love at that point of my life, maybe that's the reason why my feelings for her had that pure, honest and organic nature. I had promised her that I would take her stargazing that evening. But the day before that I abused alcohol to the point I blacked out. I couldn't go. I betrayed her. I really wanted to see her. I wanted to look at her while she enjoyed something as simple as the stars in a summer night. That night I dreamt of her. I dreamt that I kissed her and that I made her smile. It was really corny, but at that moment I realised that I had feelings for her.

It was mutual. We stared at eachother in crowded rooms, we used to hold hands while the rest were talking, we smiled while the other was talking. That type of things you do when you are in love. We started going out by ourselves. Our first date was in the Aquarium, she wanted to kiss me but she didn't find the moment to do it. We had our first kiss on her birthday, an october evening, under the rain, right in front of my best friend's house. Yeah, the one that used to date that guy I really liked. Crazy.

Everything was perfect when I was with her, I met her parents, her friends, I wrote her all the letters and poems that my hands and drained brain allowed me to. I was happy. Her eyes were dark, her hands were so delicate but her smile was defintely the best. Her voice, her mannerisms, everything.

She was my first true love. As Losada says "the boyfriend that you have at 17 is not the love of your life". She was right. Everything ended in an abrupt and almost grotesque way. In a house full of love now there was wind and cold entering through the windows. I was empty. It happened in a late august night. An apparently normal monday, in which a part of me died. I feel like another part of me is still with her wherever she goes.

After she left i felt like life was not worth it. Love was no longer trascendental for me. I didn't want to do anything. I drank. I smoked. Did drugs. Had affairs with people I didn't like at all. Nothing was real nor important cause she was no longer there. It was so painful that I feel that there are certain parts about that relationship and that period of my life that I'm still not ready to exteriorize. As I said before, a part of me died that day, but I guess that there was another half of me that had to keep living.

I kept living, trying, kissing, "loving", and even though I'm nowhere close to where I was before her, I gotta admit I'm doing so much better. Something that I learnt is that I'm never gonna be capable of being the way I was before, I'm never gonna be able to love without predjuices, and I don't think I'll be able to live without considering what happened between us.

I always say I'm sorry for the people I loved, cause I feel that they made me who I am today. I first sinned when I was 15 and I still paying for what I did now. But, actually, I regret my initial words. I don't regret loving. I apologize for everything, but for loving the people that made me who I am today.

-17/05/2023

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majkemaniiia · 4 months ago

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something wayward | self para

Date: August 2024 Warnings: None Summary: Magica stirs up trouble at Tiana's Restaurant.

Magica did want to help. Genuinely. There were no strings attached, Magica was just doing her friendly, good neighbor duty to help out a struggling(?) restaurant owner who may have been having trouble keeping business around.

So what?

But when opportunity calls -- (well) -- who was she to deny it?

It was true Tiana had very little to give back, but the more Magica hung around the restaurant, the more she realized she did have something to gain from all of this. The patrons of Tiana's place -- with their heightened feelings due to the spell -- were easy pickings for reagents. This place was like a garden for spell-casting.

And Magica... she was not going to refuse the opportunity to sneak a nervous laugh from a first date or the way abbreviated sigh of satisfaction with a well-cooked meal.

It felt a bit wrong to Magica to be doing it, but at the same time, she'd earned it, hadn't she? And who was going to suffer for it?

Not Harold, the patron Tiana had mentioned who may have a crush on Lisa. Not Lisa, the bartender who Magica has been told may or may not like him back.

A simple patron-employee crush, easy to manuever.

Tiana's place was a fresh spring of free happiness, but what about the bad? And if it wasn't going to end well, something Tiana seemed to think, then might as well rip the bandage off, hmmm?

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"She's rather pretty", Magica had said, one day when she noticed Tiana wasn't around. Greeting people, making sure they were doing alright. It was busy, it made sense. She was probably cooking away and such. "The bartender? The redhead?"

Lisa: Cherry red blowout. Tattoo on the arm. Happened to turn to look at them, not that Harold noticed.

Harold: Divorced, doesn't want to eat alone. Doesn't notice Lisa because Magica is smiling so sweetly and holding his attention.

Barely.

That was her in. Talking about the object of his interest.

Maybe he does fancy Lisa, and this would be harder than Magica thought. The way he lights up when Magica talks about her would indicate as much, but then they're chatting away and Magica makes sure to add in that she's sitting alone and has all the time in the world to talk.

Harold: Preoccupied the whole time, casting a glance over to Lisa at the perfect moments that Lisa wasn't looking.

Lisa: Only looking over when Harold talks. Which means that his focus is on Magica.

Magica... had gotten used to holding people's attentions. And while she's not interested in Harold, she still played up how charming she was.

The goal wasn't for Harold to want her. It was just for Lisa to think he did.

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"Perfect, I could use a drink," Magica says that night, sitting at the bar. Lisa's on. Of course she is. It may be food service but Magica had grown accustomed to Lisa's schedule.

This evening... Lisa, and a stray barback at times. People, milling about. It's packed, so Lisa was likely relying on the barback and would have no real escape. Magica, sitting on the end where Lisa would have to return regularly to ring in drinks.

Lisa: Asks what she can do for Magica, though warily it seems.

Magica: Not easily forgettable.

Harold: Not present, not here.

They talk for a bit, a girl-talk even if they don't have too much in common. Magica talking about coming in so much. Lisa having noted it.

One drink ordered. Very little is said.

Lisa: Doesn't want to look Magica in the eyes.

Magica: Takes that to mean her suspicions are correct.

Harold: Still not here. Wouldn't be tonight.

Two drinks ordered. Magica bringing up the topic of the stray patron named Harold, who usually sat alone and always had his eye on the bar.

Three drinks ordered. Lisa confessing her feelings, which now she knew wouldn't be reciprocated. Besides, how could they?

Magica paying the tab, ring humming with fresh heartbreak. Not her own, that would be too costly. But a bartender who could probably do so much better for herself than a divorced man who could do nothing more than pine from a distance?

Why, Magica was doing them both a favor!

Besides, where would Tiana's Place be without her?

#post: self para #ch: tiana truitt

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feuqueerfire · 1 year ago

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Be My Favorite Live Blogging

Haven't been really watching shows and haven't watched anything long since literally August but now that it's nearing the end of the semester and I have big, big projects due that I'm not close to being done, clearly it's the correct time to watch this.

I've been anticipating this for so long, I hope I love it.

Ep 1 (Nov 23)

1-1

hijabi side character

12 years after 1st year, so are they 30 years old now?

not Pisaeng being a liar! lol

1-2

oh yeah, Kawi is a translator!

the time travel has started

1-3

omg him getting a call from his dad and going to see him and hug him T.T because his dad passed away in real life T.T

oh the first time travel iteration, i'm having fun

"Do you like me? [...] What should I think?"

1-4

The way Kawi has already begun to act unlike himself and getting out of his shell like with Pisaeng in the locker room and dancing drunk in the bar, even if it involves first stealing Pisaeng's clothes and next his money

Fun start!

Ep 2 (Nov 24)

2-1

ohh okay so doing that takes you to the same moment as when you twisted it? both in the present and past

2-2

Ahh, his time travel affecting the current timeline, he's now besties with Pisaeng and isn't a recluse

2-3

Kawi's repeatedly using Pisaeng's money and whining is offputting. like i fully know that a large portion of his inferiority complex comes from the lack of money and how he thinks that people think of him poorly because of it but omg it's so ew

2-4

I would hate to be in Pear's situation so much omg she was hoping to get have lunch with the guy she's known for a while + probably has a crush on and now he's left her at this restaurant with some random dude who has definitely been trying to get closer to her... rip but she's being nice about it

ah, the kissing the best man on the day of the wedding

the coming-back-to-win-prize is extremely expected lol

Krist's expressions are too much fr, reminds me why I don't like certain slap-stick cartoonish jBLs. paired with the whining? please I need it to lessen over time

Ep 3 (Nov 24)

3-1

Pear inviting a friend as soon as she realized Pisaeng had ditched and now she's having lunch alone with this guy who could misconstrue this as a date, exactly so true

For all my ehh feelings about Khai's mannerisms, the way he says "Then who do you like? O.O" is so good

3-4

I know the point is that Kawi is unlikeable and doesn't quite know how to navigate people or relationships but he's supposed to grow throughout the show but man he bothers me fr like the way he keeps being cruel to Pisaeng is just. I know it's cuz he doesn't want Pisaeng to fall for him and leave Pear on their wedding day but it's like girl...

actually more than just terating him shitty, it bothers me that every time Kawi acts like he doesn't get why Pisaeng is hurt. "Oh just this hurt you?" "Why are you mad?" etc

loll the lottery ticket thing is so true

I was whatever about Gawin in Not Me and wasn't really someone I wasn't someone I was drawn to in general but I really like him in this role! Hot boy Pisaeng let's go

Ep 4 (Nov 25)

4-1

The way Kawi wears his backpack only on one shoulder bothers me cuz it doesn't look light

4-2

broo Kawi put your fucking backpack on properly like the whole game whatever is dumb and annoying obviously but don't be silly

I hate these confession things so much, fuck Not for real. ofc it's a lot of pressure on Kawi to confess but I also hate these things that definitely pressure the girl into feeling like she has to say yes

4-3

okayy at least they're all leaving the two of them together, rather than witnessing the confession but I kinda thought they were gonna film him get rejected or smth

oh lmfao they're eavesdropping on him knowing he'd get rejected such bastards

I knowww the point is that Kawi has many shortcomings but goddamn being 30 in a freshman's body and still making stupid decisions is so annoying to watch, why are you going to the nightclub rn bffr and he knows Not is an asshold, he almost slipped up when he tried to make Not and Pisaeng go back to being friends so why is he hanging around Not still smh

Not stop trying to get a girl to sleep with a drunk Kawi omg

4-4

annoying, including what Pisaeng is saying

although drunk Kawi jumping past!Pisaeng for the crimes for current Pisaeng is funny though, Pisaeng is confused as hell

ah Pisaeng gay and avoidant

Damn, Kawi really got Pisaeng to confess to Pear that he doesn't like her and never will, good job

wait... Pear asking to sit with Kawi... knowing that she doesn't have a chance with Pisaeng... are we gonna get groom Kawi in the new future?

bro wtf he's not going to go back to the present? how are you not curious enough smh but I guess he doesn't know that Pisaeng said no to Pear

Ep 5 (Nov 25)

5-1

Oh, he wants to accomplish his last goal of dating Pear or whatever before going back...

oh Pisaeng taken with seeing boys kissing at the club he works at

5-2

ahh Pisaeng going to the gay club!

aww him running out as soon as he saw Max and got recognized

ah Max good head

5-3

I don't want Kwan to be nice to Nott, she's too good for him

I don't quite agree with Max because what do you mean people don't care or gossip or talk about where you go and what you do

lol did Kwan being nice to Nott make Nott be nice to Kawi. will it last

not Kawi running to meet Pisaeng and actually apologizing gj

Pisaeng really confessed

5-4

Corny scene of Kawi and Pisaeng but better than the whining

damn singer Kawi

oh the next episode has the drunk scene with Kawi asking why Pisaeng likes him... it's in every edit + trailer I think

Ep 6 (Nov 26)

6-1

lol is a business tycoon that good to watch, Max?

Pear whining to her dad to treat Kawi's father is so... eh? idk it's a serious topic but idk

oh damn the dinner with Pear's father is going really sideways

Pisaeng shouldn't have told Pear but that's one thing, I don't think Pear also shouldn't have just started talking about Kawi's dad to her dad without consulting him

but also was Kawi planning on asking Pear's dad without telling Pear beforehand?

Kawi's little drunk ramble here is pretty good

6-2

wtf why is Nott being cute and smiley to Pear...

oh the drunk Kawi and Pisaeng kissing

what are we doing why are we unbuttoning the drunk guy's shirt bro

okay sorry I think this would've been better if I though Kawi was attractive

not Kawi falling asleep omg pls

6-3

she may be a capitalist businesswoman but at least she supports queer people and her son being queer

oh my bad spoke too soon! she's like keep it quietttt

oh so Nott is there to tell Pear he thinks Kawi isn't straight?

lol not the time-travelling sleep-talking

crying why didn't Pisaeng shut Kawi up quicker

6-4

oh Pisaeng has become bold

Ep 7 (Nov 26)

7-1

ahhh tragic the way Pisaeng

aw, I'm proud of Kawi, mans really accomplishing his goals

girl what kaljdsfkljadsf omg

7-2

so how does memory work here? Does Kawi just know the lyrics even though it's a song he never learned in a life he hasn't lived?

but i'm assuming there's still stuff wrong with his life and him being so happy is out of character?

girl not Nott D: Pear no

oh nooo Pear and Kawi had been dating but he's been putting her through it?

Can they show what actually lead to Kawi and Pear's breakup?

omg ? did Kawi cheat on Pear with Pisaeng or smth?

7-3

omg Nott is suchhh a dickhead, how is he getting both Kwan and Pear smhhh

girl so you're pregnant, get an abortion plsss ik it's not as easy as i'm saying it but T.T tying yourself to Nott for life?

okay at least Kawi didn't cheat on Pear, he just didn't wanna marry her and settle down

7-4

I guess Kawi let Pisaeng be true to himself but leading him to discover him being gay?

ahh Pisaeng giving Kawi gift for his "confession" anniversary even 8 years down the line, how are you so down bad omg Kawi and Pisaeng are both kings of holding onto crushes, though at least Pisaeng has been around Kawi this whole time, unlike Kawi having like no contact with Pear lol

Okay my confession is that Nott and Kwan are both very attractive to me and kinda want to see them play a couple together

Ep 8 (Nov 27)

8-1

tragic reaction to the kiss

so did Kawi often kiss Pisaeng while drunk? and forget or what?

8-2

aw man the dad died right away

i mean... Pisaeng's mom isn't wrong here tbh

dang, Kawi gave Pisaeng his diary

I feel like Kawi should've given Pisaeng some more concrete proof ngl

8-3

forever gotta love a queer ralley or info session or whatever in a BL

plsss not all this dramatics while Pisaeng prlly just dropping his mother off at the airport but i suppose it'll move Kawi along in his feelings bravery journey

8-4

girl not the time travel man almost getting to Pisaeng's car

Ep 9 (Nov 28)

9-1

is the writer or director of this show a child of divorce with a shitty mother who is obsessed with her work and never there for her kid or smth? because pear, kawi, pisaeng all have separated parents, pear and kawi love and are in contact with their fathers while their mothers left for work and a diff family respectively. pisaeng is living with his mom technically but she's also never there and busy with her work. we could've at least examined why women are forced into these scenarios for at least 1 situation instead of having 3 shitty moms for no reason lmao

9-2

agh Not is a problem fr

idk i kinda don't care about Kawi and Pisaeng cuteness negl even though I feel like I should be having fun with it... I'm just kinda bored of this show rip even though it's like objectively not bad and probably not actually boring

9-3

bro Not isn't just calling Pear but discussing it with a group in public, get fucked fr

aw Pear

9-4

Kwan needs to get over Nott and Pear needs to not entertain him either aghhh this fucker

Kwan is so pretty fr I cannot see her like Nott fr T.T and Nott is nicef to look at too, why can't he be a decent guy

ah Pear asking Nott to not tell anybody, she's kind but he's an asshole who's already told everybody so

and at least she's not falling for him, yes a win

At first I was watching this show on 1.25 but I started doing 1.5x because I kinda want it to be done

Ep 10 (Nov 28/29)

10-1

Nott pushing Kwan like that??? die

10-2

hehe making up with friends Pear and Max

awwww this tragic Pisaeng moment with his mother

ohh so the mother approved finally

10-3

Kawi is a 30 year old virgin who figured out he likes guys also like a week ago so I understand why he's shy, its not out of character for him the way it is for many of the other BL characters but it's still so awkward T.T

just gonna ignore Max's response to possibly asexuality but whatever lol

[Linguistics] Oh, then discussing stopping gu/mueng and using Khun or smth instead because they're dating now

10-4

not even gonna lie, skipped the entire intimate scene thing because it's making me uncomfortable idk like it's not giving horniness vibes which is definitely fine, i love tender and sweet but for some reason it's giving me the ick here - maybe cuz I actually wanted it to go a different way of maybe not leading to sex and going in an ace route?

i saw a glimpse of the kissing and yeah not into it

Actually, I wonder if not watching anything risque or sexual in a show for the past few months has made me averse to it again? but idk bout that cuz I've been enjoying the Pit Babe edits lmfao (although the edits don't really show much actual NC content, just convos before or interactions)

Anyway 2 more episodes, I can do this. idk why i'm so meh about this show when I've been hoping to love it while many people who were so apprehensive about it like it way more than me

Ep 11 (Nov 29)

11-1

Aw Pear and her mother making up

having to skip through the continuation of the Kawi and Pisaeng sex scene to get to the interweaved character stories lmfao

11-2

Graduation gift? How fucking long has Kawi been living in the past

the compilation of Kawi and Pisaeng (+friends at Christmas) is cute, aw

11-3

wait Pearmai wedding invitation? Is this still in the past?

the constant Khun is so confusing now

11-4

I'm so confused by the passing of time this episode, ig it's been a few days since Kawi got sick?

ohhhh so the reason nothing happened with Pisaeng the first time is because it was his first time spinning the snowglobe so he's back there on his second try

omg just one more episode left, i'm so tired of this show i want it to be done

Ep 12 (Nov 30)

Last day of the month and I'm finally almost done whooo 1 last episode on 1.5x let's go

12-1

Ohh, nice choice to make Kawi reflect on not wanting to actually become famous

12-2

I don't get the aging thing either

Okay my bad I really skipped through this last ep to get the just of what's going on

Overall:

It is such a tragedy that despite looking forward to this show for so long and enjoying some aspects and moments, ultimately, it fell flat for me. I feel like a lot of this show was objectively done well like the character arcs and acting and stuff but I'm not attached to any of it. The romance didn't make me feel giddy even though I really wish it had like it's strange that I didn't care at all about all those cute moments Kawi and Pisaeng had or the established relationship montages when usually they're some of my favourite aspects of a BL. agh whatever ig at least the show didn't treat Pear terribly.

Rating: 5.5/10

#be my favorite #ep by ep commentary

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mercy-burning · 3 years ago

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Your Favorite — Part 3

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: As the summer comes to a close, Spencer and Y/N start feeling a shift in their relationship. Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Adults w/ age gap, thigh riding, exhibitionism, oral sex (male receiving), penetrative/unprotected sex, breeding kink, one line of daddy kink, Word Count: 4.3k exactly, love how that turned out lol

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | MASTERLIST

NOTE: Thank you all for sticking with me through this long wait, I feel so bad for having to keep putting it off. But I’m very proud of where this ended up, and I’m so glad you’ve all been so excited about it! I had so much fun writing this story, so again, thank you very much for reading and indulging me in this weird fantasy lolol ❤ Love you guys! And, as always, thank you to the lovely Em ( @boldlyvoid ) for being my beta for this series! Your feedback and support has been a big help from the start, ILY

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AUGUST 12th

"I don't wanna hear a single word, understand?"

Not like I have a choice; As soon as the harsh whisper leaves Spencer's mouth, his hand is covering my own and my back is being pressed up against the wall of the storage closet.

But that's all he does. I wait for him to make a move, but instead he insists on being a tease.

"What? You've been trying to get my attention all night, and now that you have it, you're not gonna do anything with it?"

"I want you to do it for me," I mumble into his hand.

He shoves me harder into the wall and slots his knee in between my legs, spreading them apart and making me sigh.

"You wanted it so bad... So take it..."

Watching the amusement dance through his features as I grind down on his leg and whine into his mouth only excites me more, right next to the knowledge that downstairs the house is congested with people visiting to celebrate my mom's new promotion at work.

Needless to say, it doesn't take me very long to start feeling my stomach tense. My hips are wild as they roll over his leg, whines spewing from my mouth and into his hand. I look up into his eyes, doing my best to show him how much I could never grow tired of this, and he returns the favor by lifting his leg higher and giving me more friction.

In no time at all, I'm shuddering against him, feeling his hand press harder into my mouth to muffle the high-pitched whines that I can't help but expel.

"Nice and quick... Good girl..." Spencer muses, slowly peeling himself away from me. "You're really looking forward to being spoiled later, aren't you..."

The grin that spreads over my face is unwavering. "Definitely. Knowing Mom, she'll be passed out cold in like an hour."

I know I'm the one who brought her up, but it still stings a little when Spencer smiles fondly. "Yeah, she's a lightweight alright... You sure you can handle all this time without me until then?"

Despite the butterflies I get when he says it, mischievous and downright delectable, his hands reach out to grab my waist and pull me closer to him, I roll my eyes. "You underestimate me."

He studies my face for a moment, a pretty smile flashing before me in the dim light before he kisses my cheek. "Sure."

And when he leaves, I wait.

Minutes later, my skin still burns from his touch.

———

The moment my eyes open the next morning, it all comes back in flashes.

His lips are on my skin, travelling lower and lower...

His hands trail all over my body, featherlight in a way that leaves me with goosebumps.

His tongue starts slow, taking its time to taste me and savor every precious second.

His voice is like the sweetest prayer, whispering praises that leave my head dizzy and my heart pounding.

His lips languidly open and close around the most sensitive parts of my body, in tandem with that sweet, magnificent tongue as each action pulls sighs from the very depths of my soul.

His hands reach up and tangle with mine as he makes me come on his tongue, over and over again until I'm practically numb and the lull of sleep drags me under.

His hands now ghost over my bare skin, along my sides and down to my waist. I hum happily and push back against him when I feel it.

He's hard.

"How long before you think she wakes up?" he whispers in my ear.

"Not long... Maybe we... shouldn't risk i—"

The words fall off a cliff, never to be seen again when he slowly enters me, gripping my leg and forcing it over his own. "I'll be quick."

I can tell, though, that he doesn't want to be. It's present in the way he enters me, over and over with motions that feel rather stunted and definitely too rushed.

"Baby, no," I whine, reaching behind me to hold his hips still with one hand. "Fuck me slow... Don't rush..."

"But... Your mom..."

"Please..."

Spencer sighs, though not from exasperation. No, his breath is long and teeming with relief, hands gently roaming over the entirety of my body as his hips move slower. He's taking his time, relishing every second and feeling me gradually get more slick at his undoing.

His lips are on my neck, not providing marks to match the ones hidden on the inside of my thighs and my chest, but merely resting there. He kisses me in between gentle thrusts, letting out small whimpers of his own when I clench tightly around him.

This...

This is different.

We've had slow morning sex before, but never like this. Somehow, I find myself drifting, like I'm being carried away by his current. There's nothing but me, Spencer, and our breathing... Our bodies, our air, our souls...

This is what I imagine making love feels like.

Which is why I barely notice when it slips from my mouth— Three words that should feel more daunting due to the weight they hold and the way they ultimately change everything. And yet, whispering “I love you,” in a nearly breathless string of syllables feels incredibly natural. It’s more sincere than anything I think I’ve ever told him, so much so that I don’t even think about what it will mean in the long-run. Instead I let it fall from my lips again and again without regret or consequence.

He doesn't stop, either. Spencer continues to fuck me softly, like it's all he knows how to do. In fact, my confession only seems to make him relax more.

And that's what finally pushes me over the edge.

His name escapes my mouth in a whisper that sounds more like a plea not to leave, and he holds me closer to him. Our bodies are flush together, my back resting perfectly against his chest as he takes a few final thrusts and empties himself inside of me.

If we stayed like that forever, I could die happy.

And actually, that wouldn't be far from the truth, given that if we did stay here forever, my mom would certainly find us and kill us.

The thought makes me sigh.

"You have to leave..."

"I know..."

Spencer pulls me closer, squeezing me tight and giving me a long, bold kiss on the jaw before he rips himself away and takes my heart with him.

AUGUST 18th

Things are significantly different now.

After the morning I let slip that I love him, Spencer and I had been intimate once. We found ourselves alone while Mom was at the grocery store and instinctually came together.

It was quick, and it was fast and rough, and while it obviously felt good, something was off. But I knew it wasn't a physical problem. Like I said, it felt as good as any other time we'd been together, but it just wasn't right.

I hate it.

It hasn't even been a week since then, and I miss him. I miss our dynamic, and I miss the way I used to feel when he touched me.

So I stalk into the office and lean against the doorframe, watching Spencer as he goes through a large pile of paperwork. His hands and his eyes are moving at near light-speed, and the way he concentrates almost makes me feel bad for my intrusion—Honestly, I could have looked at him all damn day.

But there's a bigger plan in mind.

"What'cha up to?"

He looks up and greets me with a smile. "School starts in a few weeks. I'm just trying to get my coursework prepared."

"Oh... You... mind if I keep you company?"

"Not at all."

It's an innocent enough exchange, though I'm hoping I can change that. Mom doesn't get off work for another few hours, so it gives me ample time to do what I have planned.

I walk over and nudge his leg with my knee, and he lets me in. I climb on his lap, and after giving me a brief kiss on the cheek he returns to going through his paperwork.

My face turns and I nestle it into his neck. He hums softly when I kiss the skin under his jaw, once, and then twice, and then over and over in quick succession.

I can feel him smile. "What are you up to, princess?"

Hearing the nickname return in earnest makes me smile. I nip softly at his neck and run my tongue along it. "Mmm, trouble."

"Sounds like you," he mutters through a sultry sigh once I start going lower, kissing the top of his shoulder.

I slide my hands up the front of his chest and gently undo the top button, giving me access to more skin. "You love it when I make trouble..."

"Hmm, I'm not sure about that."

I slide off his lap then, crouching between his legs and looking up at him with a smile. "Really?"

All he does is look down at me, his pupils growing bigger by the second. So I continue my venture, sliding my hands up the insides of his legs until I reach the belt. "So you don't love when I do this?"

Spencer sighs, helping me by lifting his hips a little and letting me slide down layers of fabric until his dick is right in front of me.

I don't waste any time, taking him in my hand and bringing him to my mouth. He's still not entirely hard yet, but I don't mind at all. In fact, I let out a happy sigh just before I press kiss after kiss along the entire length of him. From base to tip, I take my time kissing and licking along the salty skin and giving him my full attention. I pull back and admire him, I smile, I kiss and I lick and I squeeze him with my hand... And when he's finally nice and hard, I take the head of his cock in my mouth and suck gently.

"Y/N..."

I hum around him, sinking further down until he hits the back of my throat, and then I come back up and repeat. It's slow. Maybe torturous even, but really I don't mean it to be.

Thankfully Spencer seems to be happy with my speed and technique; His eyes are on the verge of closing and his chest is heaving slowly, fingers gently caressing the sides of my face as I go down on him.

It's this same slow, steadying pace we'd taken before, and it's exactly what we needed.

I can feel his touch on my face, burning into my skin and marking me for all eternity. Likewise, the thick, throbbing weight of his cock sliding over my tongue and down my throat feels just like home— Like it's right where we're meant to be.

Once again, we fit together perfectly.

This epiphany sets a fire deep in the pits of my stomach, and just like that our spark is back again.

I look up and catch his eye, and he lets me keep it, forcing himself to keep his eyelids open to watch me. My pace remains consistent and slow, and and he brings both of his hands under my chin. The way he holds my face is so gentle, so loving and sensual that I nearly burst with tears at the sentiment alone, and it doesn't take long for him to start letting go.

He stutters my name when he comes, still using the pads of his nimble fingers to caress my throat. I take in and swallow each rope of cum until it's gone, and even then I keep him in my mouth, gently bobbing my head up and down just for the sake of feeling him inside me somehow.

But then he lifts me off of him and his dick falls limp in his lap. I sigh and lean down, kissing it a few times before just resting my head in his lap as he strokes my hair.

"You're right," Spencer says after a few moments.

"About what?"

"I do love when you make trouble."

We laugh, and I lift my head to look up at him.

"I know... It's your favorite."

"That it is, princess."

AUGUST 26th

I wish more than anything that this orientation would just end. My left foot is anxiously tapping the cool white tile of the floor as I wait to be next in line to grab my paperwork and get on my way— To home for what I'm sure will be a long weekend trying to find free minutes to steal with Spencer.

In another life it might have gotten tedious and painful sneaking around for so long, but I found it excited me. Sure, my feelings for Spencer were growing at an exponential rate, but ever since I visited him in our home office, we seemed to be getting back our groove— With an added flair I might add...

Each time we were together was more intense than the last. His hands got more possessive, his kisses got deeper and more passionate, and the way he looked at me?

I could swear I felt him falling just as deep as I was.

The smile it all brought to my face in that moment fell a little short when they called me next in line, and I fell into a joyful step forward to collect my things.

When I get home, though, things aren't as joyful.

The first thing I notice is that Spencer's car isn't in the driveway or even on the street. He's usually here on weekends, so I wonder if he's out for something, or even out with my mom on a lunch date or something.

I try not to think about that thought too much and step inside, hoping to at least enjoy the silence for a little while, lest they really are out together.

I think I'm out of the woods when I hear the television, a laugh track of some kind, but then it turns into the Friends theme blaring through the speakers, and my heart nearly falls into the pit of my stomach.

There's only one reason Mom would be watching Friends. She swears up and down that she hates it, but it always ends up on TV when there's one specific thing she's going through, because "Hearing them complain about their stupid problems make me feel better about my own!"

Her own problem being a breakup.

For a moment I wonder if maybe Spencer had told her about us. Or maybe she found something somehow that would give us away. I make my way slowly through the space until I reach the living room, my brain making up every possible horrendous outcome— Not even to prepare for the blow, because I know that absolutely nothing could prepare me for the wrath of my mother in any situation... I simply can't help myself from feeling guilty and heartbroken as my stomach churns and my heart beats so loud I can barely hear the TV anymore.

When I come into her view, Mom freezes and lets out a large breath of shaky air. The small tub of ice cream in her hands shakes just as much, and I can tell she's trying her hardest not to burst into tears.

I've never seen her this upset before. Normally it's just anger and annoyance, but this time she looks utterly broken.

"M—Mom?" I stutter, even though she probably can't even hear what I'm saying over the TV. I still don't know if she knows about my involvement with Spencer, but I feel like she'd be more angry with me than sad, so I figure it's safe to come closer.

The moment I take a step forward, she sets the ice cream on the floor and opens her arms to me, a choked sob forcing its way out. It almost makes me cry, just seeing her this heartbroken, and in an instant I'm running to her and snuggling into her side as she hugs me.

"What happened?" I will myself to ask, even though I still have no idea what it means for me. Maybe that's selfish, but if he's taking himself out of Mom's life, surely that has to mean he's removing himself from mine as well, right? And if he's just leaving without saying anything... God, that would ruin me, too.

Still, I wait to hear what Mom will say.

"He broke up with me," is all she says, through a long and tired sigh. She mutes the TV and then holds me tighter. I can feel that there's pure sadness controlling her every movement, and it crushes me.

"Why?"

"I don't know, he just... He said he didn't love me, and he wasn't feeling it anymore."

"That's all?"

"Uh huh... It was so sudden, too, like... I thought we were really getting along, and I just... I don't understand how he couldn't feel it... I felt all of it, and he just... He felt nothing. How could he feel nothing?"

I really don't know what to say anymore... It seems to me like Spencer really told her the truth and ended their relationship because he didn't feel anything for her anymore, but... I always knew he had to have felt something... I guess I just didn't realize someone could fall out of it so quickly.

The guilt overwhelms me then, when it dawns on me that I made him fall out of it so fast. I was there, taking up small moments of his time until, eventually, I'd taken up so much of it that it wasn't just his time I was stealing, but also his love. His fire, and his passion... Month by month, day by day, I was draining the love he had for my mom and distilling it to meet my own desires.

And now, here I am, in my mothers arms as she weeps over a man she truly loved, all because he and I were selfish and treasonous.

If Spencer decides he still wants to be with me after this, I really don't know if I could do it. Even after all this time... After all this trouble and guilt and glorious treason...

He could never really be mine.

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Y/N,

I knew this day would come from the moment I met you. Of course, I didn't know how far my feelings would take me, but in the end I knew I would one day have to leave you and your mother behind.

Day by day my feelings for you grew stronger, and it wasn't until you told me you loved me that August Thirteenth that I realized I loved you, too. What we had was always dangerous, but by then my heart was focused solely on you, and I could feel your mother slipping from my grasp.

I pretended for as long as I could, but now you've taken up so much space in my brain that when Eve pulled me near, I almost sighed out your name instead. I knew then that no longer could I "keep up appearances," as I often like to tell you.

Maybe one day you and I can find our way back to each other, but for now, I think it's for the very best that we go our separate ways.

In my wildest dreams I will think of you fondly, and I can only hope that you might do the same.

Always Yours, Spencer

JUNE 19th, SEVEN YEARS LATER

There are so many things I'm thinking about when I come home tonight.

One: I'm a little tipsy and completely fucked out, which reminds me of that night I came home in the exact same state, only to find my mom's old boyfriend, Spencer, unable to sleep and to stop staring at my bare legs. The memory brings a smile to my face.

Two: My feet fucking hurt and I want to get these goddamned shoes off.

Three: The ghost of Spencer's smile when he saw me for the first time in seven years burns in the back of my mind, right next to the ghost of his hands caressing my skin like it had been the first time.

Four: How am I going to spend the rest of the summer back in town knowing what it feels like to have fucked him at all without an ounce of guilt attached to it?

Five: Am I going to tell my mom that I slept with her ex-boyfriend tonight?

Six: Fuck, I'm hungry...

My heels come off as soon as I step through the door.

The light is on, and I can hear Mom laughing in the kitchen with Adam from far away, which brings a fond smile to my face. I'm glad that she's finally happy, with someone who doesn't make me want to fall to my knees, thank you very much.

And truthfully, if I hadn't ran into Spencer at all tonight, I'm not sure I ever would have thought about that whole situation again— It was fucked up, he ended up leaving both of us, and Mom was so deeply devastated after their breakup that I didn't have the heart to tell her I missed him too. I just buried it deep down and tried to move on right alongside her, eventually erasing his memory from my mind, body, and soul.

Well, almost.

There were days, obviously, where his letter hummed inside my pillowcase where he left it, whether I brought it to college or kept it at home, or it sat soundly in my new apartment. His words were always there, spilling into my dreams and dancing with me through our memories; tangled tongues and limbs, wild nights and passionate mornings...

I'd wake up feeling hot to the touch and missing him completely.

Thankfully those days were few and far in between, and for a while I'd stopped thinking of him altogether.

But of course, it turns out that Spencer Reid is in fact, pretty damn inevitable.

That bar downtown was packed, so it was a wonder I'd even ran into him of all people in the first place. What he was doing there I didn't know. And neither do I now, because from the moment we laid eyes on each other, it was this constant state of shell-shock and fire, nothing else. He asked briefly about Mom, I told him she'd been married for four years, and then he joked about how he was surprised I hadn't tried to steal him from her.

Naturally, with that ever so playful look in his eye practically taunting me, I played to his joke and responded with a sultry smile, "The only one I ever wanted to steal was you, Doctor..."

The rest wasn't exactly a blur, but all I'm going to say is that we spent the rest of our time together at his apartment, "catching up on lost time"... And as much as I'd grown out of the submissive role sexually over the years, I found myself crawling back, submitting to him like I'd done it a million times over. And, really, I might as well have.

It's like we'd never stopped.

That being said, I declined his offer to stay the night and told him to give me a call some time before I left to go back to Seattle. Though, not without giving him a thousand goodbye kisses that were rather counterproductive.

Thinking about it makes my cheeks burn hot, though thankfully it's summer, and Mom won't have to question it. Though, if she does, I suppose I could keep it short and sweet and tell her the truth at the very least: that I met up with an old friend who showed me a good time.

"Hey'a, Sweetpea," she greets with a bright wave. She and Adam are obviously a little tipsy, more than me by the looks of it, but I pay it no mind. "How was you're night?"

"Great! Went to a few bars downtown, met up with some friends..."

"Oh, good, well we're glad you got back safe."

I snag a bottle of water and an apple from the fridge, then turn back around to see Mom and Adam snuggled in, sharing a smile that would make even the happiest person on the planet sick to their stomach.

Oddly enough, it reminds me of back then, when she was with Spencer, happier than ever and completely oblivious to what was going on in her daughter's life.

The thought makes my stomach flutter, taking me back to earlier in the night when he had his hands tangled in my hair and his mouth attached to my skin, spewing filthy words and praises that had me begging for more...

"I missed you, princess," he whispers, holding himself deep inside me. His fingers brush the matted hair from my face, revealing more of my saccharine smile and eyes that swim with mischief.

"I missed you too," I whine, reaching out and grabbing handfuls of his ass, shoving him even farther inside me and wrapping my legs around him tighter. "...Daddy..."

Spencer loses all semblance of cool, pulling back and slamming into me with full force. I—

"Y/N?"

I blink away his memory, reminding myself of where I am and what I'm doing, finding Mom looking at me with a curious gleam in her eye.

"What are you thinking about?"

With a small smile, I nod in her direction. "Oh, uh... You'll never believe who I ran into tonight."

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russadler · 3 years ago

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All That Remains: Chapter Two

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

A look back to happier times and a defining conversation

A/N: Hey lol once again sorry I took so long. This chapter is relatively shortish (?) because it was originally part of the next chapter, but I decided to split it since it was getting long lmao. The next chapter will actually be coming soon I promise I was like almost finished but decided to publish this section since it was done and yall need to get fed.

Also another note I guess? I refer to Russell as “Adler” even though its third person Sophie centric. I believe since they came to know each other through work, Sophie only initially heard/knew of him by his last name and will still refer to him in her mind as such. I didn’t do this much in the first chapter but I thought about it and also it felt weird calling him Russell all the time LMFAOO

August 2nd, 1980

“…I’m surprised you never had kids.”

It’s more of a question than a statement, and an admittedly nosey one. They’re currently in the midst of a very picturesque picnic in a field of their choosing, the pair of them eating lunch while sprawled across a spare blanket pulled from the back of Russell’s car. The man in question is currently laid on his side, chewing a strawberry and peering up at her with a curiously cocked eyebrow making an appearance over the rim of his aviators.

Sophie wriggles under the scrutiny, a blush rising to her cheeks as she redirects her eyes towards her leather boots with a timid huff. They had been together for more than enough time by now, enough time for the lustre of having Russell Adler as her boyfriend to have worn off. Yet, even all these months later, a mere glance from the man was enough to leave her flushed and stumbling over her words.

“I’m sorry —“ She rushes to apologize, sandwich suddenly forgotten as she picks sheepishly at a loose thread on her dress. She had meant to word things a little…differently, but who was she kidding? it wasn’t her place to ask such things in the first place.

With Russell, the more you pressed him, the further away he pulled. His trust came with patience and time, a small price Sophie didn’t mind paying. There were things he held close to himself, his marriage being one of them. It was obviously a sensitive topic, or at least one he didn’t enjoy talking about. She hadn’t intended to interrogate him about the fact he didn’t have any children despite being married for a little over a decade, it was his business. Only recently had he begun sharing that part of his life with her, and it was a sign of his trust that she deeply valued.

And here she went, utterly obliterating that carefully constructed confidence because she seemed to lack a brain-to-mouth filter.

“You’re fine, kid.” Russell soothes, interrupting her scattered thoughts. The woman manages to to will herself to look at him again, where his enlivened grin signaling he was more amused than offended by the statement.

He sits up, and one of his hands moves to rub at her thigh in reassurance. “I admire that you’re always pretty straight to the point.” He notes lightheartedly, subtly pacifying her current flustered state.

The woman huffs, self conscious despite the comforting words. "It gets me in trouble way too much.” She confesses, biting into her sandwich a bit too harshly. It was true. She had a terrible habit of being too honest for as long as she could remember, and it had made for some terribly awkward experiences throughout her life.

“I’d argue telling the truth is a pretty good thing to get in trouble for.” Adler remarks in return, his hand remaining on her thigh as he continues with his lunch. She could tell he was making a point of appearing relatively unconcerned about the whole thing, likely in a bid to provide her some sense of consolation. The man was leaving little room for her to feel upset at herself.

Sophie releases a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding and relaxes, shoulders loosening as she finishes the last of her sandwich.

There’s another beat of silence, and then it occurs to her that Russell had managed yet again to wriggle his way out of talking about himself. It was a common pattern, nearly every time she attempted to make conversation that centered around him, he would artfully steer the conversation away from himself and find a way to redirect the topic towards her.

He was annoyingly good at it, too, and she was just starting to catch on that he was doing it in the first place.

“Wait! You didn’t answer the question!” The brunette gasps, exasperated. “You always do this!”

“Do what?” Russell retorts, behaving as if he were completely ignorant of what was the matter. He always acted as if he didn’t know.

“You always find a way to not answer me! Every time you change the subject and then hope I forget!” The woman laughs, failing miserably in her attempt to come across as annoyed. His behavior was maddening, but Sophie often found she was less irritated and more awestruck that the man was so artful at playing people.

“I’d never do that, you’re just making things up.” Russell quips, mouth twisted with a lopsided smile as he continues the playful banter. “I love talking about myself, actually. Could do it all day.”

Adler just keeps smirking, stuffing a strawberry into his mouth as he does. The younger rolls her eyes, because as much as she loved him, the man could seriously be a pain. “You don’t actually have to answer the question if you don’t want to. ” She adds, humor now absent from her voice as she quietly rearranges the bundle of wildflowers she had picked.

“I said it was fine, sweetheart. Don’t worry about it.” Russell tells her again, his voice calm and even as he continues to rub circles into her skin. There’s a brief pause, and suddenly the hand on her thigh stops moving. “Wait, do you want kids? Is this your way of asking?” He asks, his head suddenly shifting to level her with a steely gaze. Despite the presence of the aviators on his face, she can feel the intensity of his stare. The man’s demeanor had grown suddenly serious, alert even.

“No! I mean…kids are nice and all and I don’t mind them…but I’m not really dead set on having them.” She explains, her own hand darting to grasp Russell’s larger one. From one moment to the next, it had suddenly become her turn to offer reassurance. “In all honesty, I feel I’d quite rather do without them, really.” She returns the man’s heavy gaze with one of her own, both in search of his reaction and in the hopes of communicating her honesty. "I was just…curious.” She admits shyly.

It was the truth, she wasn’t one of those girls whose ultimate life goal was of being a housewife with the white picket fence, apple pies, and endless kids. There was nothing wrong with that ideal per say, but it wasn’t something she saw herself wanting.

The woman wasn’t really looking to make children a part of her life. If it happened, it happened, but she could go without them and feel just fine about it.

Russell, on his part, seemed relieved. Accepting her answer with a nod, his gaze moves towards the sky above as he gives her hand a short squeeze.

Then to her complete surprise, he decides to answer the question anyways. Sophie turns to look at the taller as he begins to speak, shifting to lay on her left side and face him as he leaned back on his hands.

“Well...there’s a lot of reasons, really. First, my job.” Adler then pauses to spare her a brief glance, as if to ensure she understood what he was attempting to convey. It was no secret that Russell was often away, leaving her for weeks and sometimes months on end. She was never allowed to have any hint of what he was doing or even where he was going, all that she could know was that his work was very important and very dangerous.

Sometimes she found herself sitting at home and just hoping he was still alive. Confirmation that he was okay only came when he either called her to say he was coming home (which was rare) or until he appeared out of the blue. It wasn’t a feeling she liked having, and a sentiment Russell hated subjecting her to.

It was just the way it was, the way it had to be. Their relationship would always come second to work, Adler had made that very clear from the start. She was either in or out, and he made sure that she knew the price that she would be paying in being with him.

Russell sighs, the exhale sounding deep and tired before he continues. “It would be unfair to do that to a kid, they wouldn’t understand why their dad was away all the time...And it would have been unfair to my ex, she would have had to essentially raise them all on her own.”

Sophie nods silently in understanding, the living scenario was on she had come to understand personally. The periods of absence would be difficult on both mother and child for various reasons, and it was good that the couple had weighed the risks.

“Some of the guys at work are okay with that, and have wives that were okay with that, but for us..?” He continues, voice even as he grasps one of the flowers she had stuffed into the picnic basket and begins rolling the stem between his thumb and pointer finger. “We didn’t want kids that bad. We were okay, just it being the two of us.”

“You both ended up going your separate ways, too. I could imagine if you had kids that would have been a nightmare.” She adds, a relatively astute observation but one that she felt was worth mentioning. They had made the right choice after all, it had seemed.

“God, I’m thankful we didn’t for that reason especially.” Russell replies with audible relief, thankful that children hadn’t been something to consider in their subsequent divorce.

There’s a moment of silence, and she thinks he’s finished speaking, especially seeing that he officially answered her question.

But then he sits up properly, clearing his throat before speaking once more. “And all these years later my feelings about it are the same and I don’t regret it.” He tells her, sounding confident and assured as he rips most of the stem away from the main portion of the flower with a powerful yank. “Even if I wanted them now, I’m a bit too old to be a dad. So that ship has long sailed.”

Sophie nods. Russell was a man of very few regrets, and his sense of judgement was one she had come to trust wholeheartedly. He turns to her, an arm reaching out to tuck a few locks of her hair out of the way before placing the remainder of the flower behind her ear.

The woman smiles so hard her cheeks ache. Russell Adler was a romantic, despite the fact he vehemently denies it. It was true and no one was going to believe her ever. “I don’t think you really missed out, everyone I know who has kids just complains about them.” She states, still smiling.

The taller’s chest rumbles with a chuckle. Having carefully maneuvering the food out of the way, he then wraps an arm around her shoulders, he pulls her down to lay at his side as she lets out a surprised squeak. “Have we been talking to the same people?” He asks.

“If one of them is named Jason Hudson, then yes.”

Russell laughs then, and it’s music to her ears.

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wildlittlefoxsworld · 4 years ago

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Marry me and you never have to be alone

That is my first Harry Potter fanfiction on my blog. Of course, the fanfiction has a reader-insert.

Pairing: Harry Potter x female!reader

Words: 1.8k

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The sun was slowly rising over the Burrow, but it was still dawn and grey light shined through the curtains. You turned your head towards the window and opened it to let the fresh morning air in your room. A light breeze puffed the long white dress up you wore. You liked the dress; it had a little lace on the neckline and thin straps over your shoulders. You hoped that Harry would like it. You knew it wasn’t a fancy dress, but you for you it was perfect. You didn’t have much time to plan anything, because you decided last night that you want to commit yourself to Harry.

You were more worried about your hair, you didn’t really know what do with it, so Hermione suggested to wear a flower crown. She swung her wand and little white roses bloomed in your hair with green leaves.

“You are truly beautiful. Harry will be speechless,” Hermione complimented you.

“You look like a fairy,” Luna added and showed you her typical dreamy smile.

“Alright, I will look if Ron and Harry are ready. And you… take deep breaths and we meet in ten minutes in the garden under the big tree.”

Hermione left you alone and Luna followed quietly. You looked at yourself in the mirror again and you ran hands over the cotton material of the dress. You smiled at yourself calmly, but on the inside you felt excited and nervous. You were only seventeen years old, two months older than Harry. Some would say that you were both too young, that it was too rushed. You knew this, you knew that many reasons spoke to stop it all right now and just live and enjoy your life, but you didn’t know how much time you had left.

“I like the summer. It’s my favorite season, you know,” you said smiling and closed your eyes to enjoy the last ray of sunlight.

“I know, you tell me every year since we know each other,” Harry responded and caressed the back of your hand with his thumb.

“It’s so peaceful. I wish it could be always like this. It feels like that I don’t need to worry. I wish we could have a normal summer until the school begins. It would be our last year. Can you imagine it? Next year at this time we will have graduated and you will start to become an auror.”

“I love the way that you’re always to optimistic, but I have a bad feeling of the future. Voldemort won’t rest, you experienced last night and it will only get worse. We have to fight him, Y/N,” Harry averred. He was determined to succeed in defeating the Dark Lord.

“I know that we have to fight and I will be at your side, but I hope that we will have someday a normal life, Harry. I dream of you and me. Old, with wrinkly faces and grey hair, sitting on our veranda and watching our grand children play in the garden.”

Harry looked astonished at you. You inclined your head and quirked an eyebrow questioningly.

“You’re serious about it?” he asked still surprised.

“Of course, I’m serious. I might be seventeen, but I know what I want. I love you, Harry, more than anything and I want a future with you.”

“I love you too. It’s just… I thought that I was lucky that I have you now. Well, you aren’t bound to me and I don’t know what the future will hold. There weren’t many people in my life who loved me.”

You turned to face Harry directly and embraced him in your arms.

“I’m not going anywhere, Harry. You stuck with me now,” you chuckled, but your voice had still a serious tone. Harry hugged you back tightly and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

You were lost in your thoughts for a few moments and slowly an idea formed in your head how you could prove Harry that you were serious about your love.

“Marry me,” you whispered in his ear and Harry’s body tensed for a moment. He loosened your hug and looked at you very confused.

“You want to marry me?”

“Yes,” you answered and sounded very convincing.

“But… why? When? I don’t understand… that’s so sudden,” Harry stuttered and shrugged helplessly his shoulders.

“I know, I know. Maybe it’s stupid, but I want just to be with you. We don’t what tomorrow will bring, but I know that there is a war coming. We will fight and no one knows if we lose or win. How many from our families and friends will survive. I don’t know if we’ll survive. And if die, I will die as your wife. I don’t want to spend another day apart from you.”

You felt a tear running down your cheek and Harry brushed it away with his fingers.

“Don’t cry. Please, I can’t stand seeing your cry. I understand now and if this is your deepest wish, then I will make it come true.”

“You’re sure? I don’t want to force you, I know it completely rushed and dumb, but I love you and I don’t care what other people will think or say as long as we are happy. Do want you to marry me?”

Harry took your face in both of his hands and gave you a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Yes, honey. But shouldn’t I ask you this question?”

You just laughed and kissed him again.

The first day of August would be your wedding date. Sadly the same date as Bill and Fleur, because their wedding would be at the afternoon. But you didn’t tell anyone, beside your best friends Hermione, Ginny, Ron and your maternal cousin Luna. You knew that Fleur would have been offended and Molly Weasley would have been crossed about your decision to marry on the same day as Bill and Fleur. You really didn’t want to ruin their day, so you would marry in a little ceremony at this morning.

Everyone in the house was already awake, but the guests didn’t come yet and Molly and the other women were busy to prepare Fleur for her wedding and the men were helping the groom’s father building the tent behind the house.

You tiptoed down the wooden stairs and made sure that no one saw you leaving the house through the back door. Hermione, Ginny and Luna waited for you a few meters away and Hermione waved with her hand to signal you that must made haste before the men in the garden would notice you.

You exhaled slowly when you were out of their sight and Luna took giggling your hand, because Hermione was ushering you to walk further along the outskirts of the nearby forest.

You saw Harry already standing under the big tree where you always used to sit when you both spend your time in the Burrow. There you decided last night to make this big step in your relationship.

Harry was wearing a simple white button down, it didn’t fit him so well, and grey trousers, but he looked as handsome as always.

You hold tight to Luna’s hand when you approached Harry. He stared at you with his mouth light ajar and you chuckled slightly at this view.

“Hey,” you whispered when you stopped a few feet away from him.

Ron poked Harry into the rips with his elbow to wake him out of his trance.

“Hi, Y/N, you look good… no, you look stunning, gorgeous, divine,” he stumbled out the compliments and saw him blushing, because he felt silly that he began to stutter.

“You look awesome yourself,” you replied with a bright smile.

A man cleared his throat who stood with you under the big tree. The man would wed Fleur and Bill later and Hermione could convince him to wed the both of you in the morning. She didn’t want to reveal how she convinced him and you didn’t care, but you were truly grateful to have a friend like her.

“Who give the bride to the groom?” The man spoke with a low baritone and you looked helplessly at Hermione and Luna. You didn’t think about all the part of a wedding to be honest, but like always Hermione had a plan and whispered something in Luna’s ear, and your cousin nodded at her words.

“As Y/N’s cousin, I will give her to the groom,” Luna announced in her clear voice and guided you over to Harry to lay your hand in his. She smiled encouraging and you formed a thank you with your lips.

You gave your fully attention to Harry and he took both of your hands. You squeezed his shortly and Harry gave you a lovingly smile. His green eyes sparkled with joy and happiness and you thought your heart might explode with love for him.

“Today we come together to celebrate the union between Harry and Y/N. You may say your vows now,” the man summoned you and Harry took a moment to grab a piece of paper that Ron handed him.

“This morning, I woke up excited because today is the day I marry my best friend. Yesterday I didn’t know that this would happen, but I am grateful that my life became more spontaneous with you. I promise to continue our relationship joyfully with laughter, compassion, humor, and love throughout our life together.”

His words were meant honest and the little smile at his lips never faded. At the end you both had tears in your eyes and you heard Ron blowing his nose.

“Okay, I think it’s my turn. Harry, I knew shortly after we met that we would partner not just for a time, but for life. You take my breath away every time I see you, and I still get butterflies in your presence. I promise to love you in this life and beyond as we walk side-by-side as life partners. My heart will be always yours. I love you now and forever.”

You both laughed, because you couldn’t stop the happy tears and Harry leaned forward to press his lips to yours for a few seconds.

The man continued the ceremony and after you both clearly declared the words ‘I do’, you were presented as Mr. and Mrs. Harry Potter to your friends. Hermione, Luna, Ginny and Ron cheered and applauded as Harry and you walked a few steps away from them.

“We did it,” you said with a giggle and Harry turned towards you.

“Yeah, we did it. I still can’t believe it. You must know that Hermione helped me with the vows,” Harry confessed and you laughed at his words.

“She did a perfect job. But you’re right, it feels unreal, but it’s true. We are a married couple now.”

“Do we tell the others?”

“Not today,” you answered shaking your head.

“But maybe next week?” Harry suggested.

“My dad will definitely kill us.”

“I can handle your dad. Can you handle Mrs. Weasley?”

“Yeah, I think Mrs. Weasley is more terrifying.”

You both laughed again and Harry pulled you tightly to his chest.

“I can handle everything that will come as long as I have you by my side.”

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cap-winter-barnes · 4 years ago

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This Isn’t Goodbye (August Walker x Reader)

Warnings: a shit ton of angst, swearing, detailed mentions of injury, blood & death

A/N: First of all, I am so incredibly sorry for this. I’m pretty sure this is the most-angsty and saddest thing I’ve written to date. Secondly, I’m sorry.

Buy Me a Coffee

Heights have never been a favourite of yours, that accompanied with your fear of flying makes your current predicament even more terrifying. August sits by your side, one hand clutched tightly in your own, giving you a reassuring squeeze every time you inhale sharply; and in his other hand is the detonator. His ongoing task strikes a wave of nausea and fear through you whenever you think about it. Yet, somewhere deep down you know his heart is in the right place. The day he told you his plans, you had promised to love him regardless of his actions – although you oftentimes question said actions and his reasonings, you still love him with the entirety of your heart.

Trying your hardest not to look outside of the open helicopter doors down to the ground very far below, you distract yourself by twisting your wedding band around your finger with your thumb. August catches onto the movement, squeezing your hand just that slightest bit tighter.

“Hey, when this is over, we can go home.” Your eyes meet glistening pools of blue with a hint of brown as you lock onto his gaze. “No more travelling. No more violence. No more running. I promise.” The sincerity in his words and in his eyes makes you believe every syllable that leaves his mouth. “And you will want for nothing.” Very rarely did August show caring or loving emotions in front of others, so hearing him speak in such a way creates a flutter in your chest and a warmth in your cheeks.

For the first time since the helicopter took off from the medical camp in Kashmir, you feel somewhat at ease.

“I think I like the sound of finally settling down.” A soft grin spreads across August’s face at your confession. “Maybe a dog.” The grin turns into a chuckle and a playful roll of his eyes. “Maybe a few kids?” The excitement in your voice is undeniable and it takes him aback, this is the first time that the topic of children has been breached since your relationship began so many years ago.

“You want kids? With me?” There is clear anxiety in his voice as he processes your question. Yes, he had thought of you having children, of course. But he never imagined that you would want the same thing.

“Of course, August. Why wouldn’t I want a mini-you running amok, keeping me on my toes?”

The smile spreading across his face, reaching his eyes, triggers your own facial expression to mirror his as he lifts your hand to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

August’s lips linger delicately on your skin as you both revel in the realisation that in the near future, you could be parents. Yet, your moment of bliss is soon interrupted by the helicopter veering dangerously to the right. Even strapped in by your seatbelt you need to hold onto the wall of the fuselage and to the seat on which you sit to keep yourself steady, both yours and August’s hands disconnect to support yourselves. In your peripheral vision you catch a glance at the falling payload as it falls to the water far below. As the aircraft levels itself, August unfastens his seatbelt, moving across you to glance upwards through the open door.

“Fuck!” His outburst startles you as he returns to his seat, not hesitating to reach behind you to uncover a machine gun, at which your heart falters and stomach lurches.

“August, no.”

“It’s Hunt, he-“

“August, please.” You see the muscle in his jaw flex as he watches you, seeing your skin pale from panic, unsettles him. Without further question he places the weapon back where he found it, recovering it with the tarp. “Thank you.” Your words are quiet, but August hears them as clear as day, making his heart ache at your fear – a result of his own actions.

Hunt continues to pursue your aircraft, nearly colliding with you on occasion. Intermittently, August barks orders at the pilot – any attempt to get so far ahead of Hunt that he cannot catch up to you. In the minutes, in which you are targeted by the IMF spy, your husband refuses to let go of your hand which he grips in a bone-crunching hold. His own fear does nothing to ease your own, but you sense that that fear is not only for himself, but for you too. As you reach the summit of the mountains, August catches your gaze, an apologetic expression on his face, unshed tears forming in his eyes.

“If we don’t make it out of this, just know I love you.” He barely chokes out his words, words that are laced with regret. “And I am so sorry that I dragged you into this.” Tears slowly escape his eyes as he keeps his attention directed on you.

“Augu-“

When you rouse from unconsciousness, you find yourself lying on the hard, damp ground. You try to move, but every inch of your body flares with unbearable pain. Yet with the little movement you can muster in your head and neck, you are able to assess the irreparable damage caused from the crash. There is a dangerous amount of blood pooling around your body, soaking into your clothes and tainting your skin. But the most horrifying of it all, is the metal shrapnel protruding from your stomach – you have no energy to scream or to cry, your mind focusing solely on remembering your husband’s face and voice, in what you know are your last moments.

“Y/N?” The sound of August’s voice cuts through the fogginess and registers in your brain as he calls for you. “Y/N!” There is a change in his tone as you can barely distinguish the sound of heavy, running footsteps. “Shit! No, no, no, no, no.”

August falls next to you on his knees, his hands immediately putting pressure onto your stomach. “Y/N, can you hear me?”

With the energy you can muster to move, you nod once, the movement is barely detectable, but August acknowledges it regardless. “I’m not going to let you die. You can’t die.” His voice is raw with emotion, fear dripping from every word.

“I love you.” Your profession of love is hardly audible as blood tints your lips, your skin losing its colour quickly.

“No, don’t you dare. You are not dying.”

“Baby.” The way in which you speak the endearment has August slumping in defeat, removing the pressure from your abdomen and then discarding his gloves. He moves carefully to take your face in his bloody palms, the crimson having soaked through the material of his soiled gloves.

Seeing your husband broken like this triggers slow tears to fall from your eyes, tears which August brushes away delicately with his thumbs. Even your blinking has become lethargic as you fight to give him a soft smile.

“I love you, August.” You say the words slowly, never breaking eye contact as he leans over your body. Tears pour down his cheeks, something you thought you would never see – in all the time you have been together, you have never seen August cry.

“Don’t leave me.”

“This isn’t goodbye, my love.”

Pressing his forehead against your own he tries to fight the sobs that threaten to escape him, trying his hardest to compose himself for you, to ease your suffering just by a little.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I am so so sorry. This is all my fault, I promised you a normal life, I promised a family. Forgive me.”

“T-there is n-nothing to forgive. I l-love y-you.” A cough tears through your chest, more blood blossoming on your lips and coating your teeth. “I n-need to hear you s-say it back, pl-please.”

He knows he cannot deny you such a simple request, yet the three words you long to hear no longer fill him with joy and love, but dread. This will be the last time you hear him speak these words, words that mean so much.

“I love you.” As soon as the words leave his lips, you let out a short gasp of air as you smile, just as August presses a hard kiss to your forehead. “I love you with all I possess.” He professes his love again, this time following it with a kiss to your chapped lips. The metallic taste of your blood reaches his lips, and it takes everything within him not to heave.

Moving away from you, August is met with your empty, glossed-over eyes. Your chest is completely still as an anguished yell rips through him. Taking your cold, unmoving hand within his own, August breaks down.

His mission forgotten, now meaningless, August Walker lets Ethan Hunt take him back to the CIA, willing to confess to all offences and sins, on the condition that he can lay his wife to rest.

They can put him through anything but nothing can be a worse punishment than living without her.

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Going Back

Another Goro akechi x reader oneshot. I love writing fluff hkafjdshkfdh

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Warnings: Spoilers, fluff, angst, mentions of blood and wounds, kissing, cuddling

Word count: 6,409

Summary: Akechi's sacrifice left a bitter taste in your mouth that even Akira's amazing coffee couldn't fix. So you did the only thing you could think of doing that would help you feel better. You went back for him. You'd get him out of that criminals palace, whether he was dead or alive. He at least deserved that much, right?

You felt sick.

Goro Akechi, the 'traitor', just gave his life to save you all while in Shido's palace. He had spilled his horrific past to you all moments before his sacrifice. Shido's puppet version of Akechi said that all Akechi wanted was to be loved. To be wanted by someone. That broke your heart.

No matter how he had acted in the past, he was still a victim. A victim you couldn't save.

You couldn't deny the blossoming feelings you had for the conniving detective. Twice a week for the past 4 months, you had met up with Akechi at Jazz Jin in Kichijoji to just relax in each others presence. Most of the time, you wouldn't talk. You'd just enjoy the music and the taste of the fruity virgin cocktails that he would recommend. When you did talk, you explored all kinds of topics with him. You two would talk about your dreams, current events, work, and sometimes even the Phantom Thieves.

Akira introduced you two back in August when Akechi had stopped by Leblanc for some coffee. While you didn't immediately get along with him, he was still fun to converse with. During one of your nightly outings, you had ran into the detective at the station. He had asked if you would be interested in joining him for a drink and you had accepted. Even though he just wanted to grill you about the Phantom Thieves, you found yourself enjoying the mindless banter and before you knew it, meeting up with him at the Jazz Club had become a regular thing.

Currently, you were sitting at the bar in Leblanc with your head in your hands. Akira was behind the bar, mindlessly making coffee in an attempt to distract himself from what had just happened. Morgana was curled up on your lap, trying to comfort you.

The sound of a cup shakily being set onto the counter prompted you to lift your head. Akira's normally clean and neat coffee cream art was messy and almost unrecognizable. It was hard for him to make the cream look nice when his hands wouldn't stop shaking.

"Are you thinking about him?" Akira asked, his voice was deep and quiet.

You swallowed as you slid your fingers around the warm mug. "I can still hear the gun shots." You whispered. The ringing in your ears still hasn't stopped, despite it having been over an hour since the whole event happened.

Akira nodded as he made himself a cup of coffee. "Me too."

As you sipped your coffee, Akira rounded the bar to join you. Having him around was comforting, but you couldn't stay here all night, even though you wanted too.

Once you and your leader had finished the coffee's he had made, you decided to take your leave.

"It's getting late. I don't want to miss the last train." You said as you lifted the soft black and white kitty from your lap and set him on the counter.

"Goodnight Y/N. Be careful getting home." Morgana said softly, his big blue eyes filled with pity.

Akira stood from his seat and walked you to the door. Before he could open the door, you wrapped your arms around him and pressed your face into his chest. Akira has always been like a brother to you. You considered all of the Phantom Thieves to be family.

He immediately returned the hug, squeezing you tightly as you did your best to not break down sobbing. "Are you sure you don't want to stay?" He asked, gently stroking your hair.

"As much as I'd like to, I can't. I left all of my homework and school stuff at my apartment." You mumbled, mentally scolding yourself for leaving your stuff behind.

You and Akira pulled away from each other after a moment of silently reveling in each others warmth. He opened the door for you and said a quiet, "Goodnight," as you walked out.

On your short trek to the station, a thought popped into your mind. It definitely wasn't your greatest idea. You could go back for Akechi. Akira had kept you in the backlines when Akechi had challenged the Thieves because he knew of your feelings for the detective, meaning that you still had most of your strength. If anything, you could at least bring his body back to the real world. He deserved a proper funeral.

Before doubt or hesitation could sink into your caffeinated mind, you hopped onto the train that went to the Judicial district of Tokyo. Determination filled your veins as the train came to a stop at your destination. Or maybe it was adrenaline. Either would work. You just wished that you had prepared more. You didn't have any healing items, so you'd be relying on your Persona, as well as your sneaking skills.

The moment you entered Shido's palace, you sprinted towards the entrance. Your feet silently hit the ground, the speed of your sprint made your hair flow behind you. You could do this. You wanted to prove to Akechi that he was special, that he was wanted, even if he wasn't here to see it.

Shido's palace was filled to the brim with shadows who were all on high alert. The only way to traverse through his palace even somewhat safely would have to be through the vents. While you would be able to handle a few of the shadows on your own, you could easily get overwhelmed with the amount of them roaming the palace.

You weren't sure how long you had been crawling through the dusty and cramped vents, but you finally managed to find a way into the boiler room.

Silently dropping into the room from a high up vent on the far left side of the room, you crept towards the place where the detective would be. Despite the amount of shadows that had been in the room when Akechi had trapped himself in it, there were none to be seen. Thank God. Your aching muscles wouldn't be able to handle all of them.

There he was, slumped against the wall that kept the Thieves from helping him. He was sitting in a small pool of his own blood, a few bullet holes riddled his body. His head was hanging down, his body limp. He looked so small, so sad.

The sight of him made you want to scream. You were frozen in place, unable to move because of the flood of emotions that washed over your body. Regret pricked at your bones. You wished you had tried harder to show him your love. You wished you had confessed your feelings to him. You wished you had been there for him like he needed you to be.

Taking a shaky and deep breath, you willed your legs to move. Standing around in this area was dangerous and would accomplish nothing. You came here to get him out, so that's what you were going to do.

Finally, your legs moved you towards the detectives body. It took all of your strength to not start crying. You could mourn his death when you got him out, when you were safe.

You were now standing close enough to him to see the skin of his face. He looked so pale, faint tear stains were the only thing coloring his face. Gently, you crouched down beside him and gazed at his form.

Slowly, hesitantly, you lifted your hands. Your left hand removed his shattered mask and your right hand tenderly stroked the soft skin of his cheek. His skin was cold, but it wasn't freezing like you had expected it to be.

A slight movement on his face caught your attention. His piercing maroon eyes had opened ever so slightly and were trained on you.

Your heart stopped, hands froze, mind going completely blank as you stared back at the man you had thought to be dead. Goro Akechi was still alive. Was his will to survive this strong?

Carefully, you removed his helmet, his slightly damp chestnut hair fell around his face. Even like this, he looked so handsome. You lifted one of your legs and put it on the other side of him so that you were straddling his lap.

You lifted his head as softly as you could and pulled his body into yours. His head rested against your shoulder and his chest pressed into yours. You combed your fingers through his soft locks and rubbed his back as you called your persona.

"Orpheus." Your voice was barely a whisper. The stringed man appeared beside you as you gathered your strength to cast the skill Cadenza. It wouldn't heal Akechi all of the way, but it was the only healing skill your persona knew.

A warm, healing light wrapped itself around you and Akechi. The ache in your muscles lessened as Orpheus did his best to heal you both. The warmth in Akechi's skin was returning, his breaths were becoming deeper as his body took in more oxygen. His strength was returning. Slowly, Akechi wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

As the green light faded, Akechi pushed you backwards, forcing you to lay on the ground with him on top of you. His legs were in between yours and he was squeezing you as tightly as he could. His face was pressing into your neck as his body began to shake.

"It's okay. I'm here now." You whispered as you held him back with just as much force. A choked sob ripped from his throat as he began crying into your shoulder.

"I've got you. You're okay." You continuously murmured words of comfort as he broke down on top of you. You shifted slightly underneath him so that you could wrap your legs around his hips in order to hold more of him. Your mind was a jumbled mess, thinking of ways to get him out of here and what you wanted to say to him. A part of you wanted to yell at him for what he did, a larger part of you just wanted to cry and hold him forever. You wondered if he could feel how fast and hard your heart was beating.

Your mind was struggling to comprehend that he was still alive.

"I'm sorry I took so long." You croaked, raising a hand to brush his hair out of his face. Hot tears started trickling down your cheeks as your mind came to terms with the fact that Akechi was still here. Your words only made him cry harder.

His tears were soaking into your metaverse outfit, though you didn't mind. You'd let him cry like this for as long as he needed to.

Slowly, his sobs became soft whines and his shaking body calmed down. Turning your head, you gently pressed your lips to the top of his head as you continued to stroke his hair. Akechi softly sighed into your neck and he nuzzled his face into your shoulder once more.

Finally, he lifted himself up to look at you. His eyes were red and puffy and his cheeks were tinted pink.

You reached up and cradled his cheeks in your hands. "Let's get out of here together." He closed his eyes and leaned his face into your touch, nodding in response to your words.

Akechi pulled away from you and stood, offering you a hand to help you up. You accepted his offer and he pulled you to your feet.

"Come on. I came here through a vent at the end of the room." You pointed to the open vent and began walking towards it with the 'Princely' detective in tow. You couldn't help but wonder why he had been so quiet.

You looked up at him and scanned his face. He looked so tired. "Are you alright?" The soft tone of your voice was filled with worry. His jaw visibly clenched for a moment before he started speaking.

"This just doesn't feel real is all." He had a far away look in his eyes, like he wasn't actually looking at you, but looking through you.

You couldn't stop the dry chuckle that left your lips. You reached for his right hand with your left, entwining your fingers with his and squeezing his hand tightly. "You can say that again." Akechi gripped your hand back.

Your trek to get out of the palace with Akechi was slow and clumsy. While you had healed him for the most part, your persona couldn't give him back the blood he had lost, so he couldn't move for too long without needing to take a break. He didn't comment on his constant need to slow down, but you could tell he was annoyed. The light coming back to his eyes was making his maroon eyes glow crimson.

Currently, you were sitting in a small closet with him while he rested. His fingers were still wrapped around yours. You gently leaned your head against his shoulder and stroked his arm with your free hand in an attempt to comfort him.

"Why?" His voice was so small. You knew what he was asking. He wanted to know why you came back for him. His hand began to shake as he awaited your answer. It took you a moment to put the words together. Your nerves started to take a hold of you as you contemplated telling him your feelings for him. You should do it now, just in case this really wasn't real.

"I love you Goro." You could feel his body tense as you whispered your response. "I couldn't just leave you here alone. You deserved better than to just rot in a palace where you'd never be seen again. I wanted to give you a proper burial. You deserved that much at least." Your voice was tight. It was a struggle to force the words out as you confessed your feelings for him and how you had thought he was dead.

Goro's breathing had become shaky again as he processed your words. You didn't stop rubbing his arm or holding his hand as you let your words sink in. Even if he didn't feel the same, at least he'd know that someone out there did love him and want him around.

"I'm glad you're okay." You finished and closed your eyes as you leaned into him more, reveling in his warmth. He didn't say anything in response, but he did lean his head against yours and squeezed your hand tighter, rubbing circles gently into the back of your hand with his thumb.

You both sat in silence as he slowly took deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself down. This was probably the first time in a long time that someone has told him that they love him like this.

"Let's keep moving." He whispered as he pulled away from you and stood. His hand was still locked around yours though, so he pulled you up with him. You collided with his chest and he pulled his hand away from yours as he wrapped his arms around you for only a moment, giving you time to hug him back before he pulled away and opened the door.

As you exited, he slid his hand back into yours. The rest of your journey through the palace with Goro went by a lot faster. It took you a while to find a saferoom where you could exit, but once you did, relief flooded your system. Even Goro visibly relaxed once you had entered the room.

Pulling out your phone, you transported the two of you to the entrance of Shido's palace.

Silently, you pulled Goro towards a busy road and hailed a taxi. He didn't question you when you pulled him into the taxi with you or when you gave the driver your address. He didn't make any comments when you led him by the hand to your empty apartment. You silently thanked your mother for being away. She was currently overseas for some business convention and wouldn't be back for another week or so.

You gave him a little tour of your home and proceeded to give him a clean shirt and a pair of pants that he could wear to bed.

Finally, you turned towards him and spoke. "I know it's late, but you should eat and drink something before you go to bed. Do you have any requests?"

Goro pondered your question for a moment. "Just something light." Was all he said before he locked himself in your bathroom to shower.

Since you didn't have much energy and you conveniently had some leftover rice from yesterday, you cut up some carrots, green onions and fried some bacon, mixing it all together to make a basic meal of fried rice. After adding a pinch of a few different spices, you had your light dinner complete.

You set up two spots at your kitchen table with a bowl of rice and a cup of water, just in time because Goro walked out of the bathroom after you set the cups down.

You watched as Goro took a deep breath and eyed the food on the table. "Should I have made more?" You asked, observing the way he looked like he wanted to devour your serving too.

"Perhaps." He mumbled, still staring at the food from the hallway. You brought a hand up to your chin for a moment to think.

"Why don't you go figure out how to work the laundry machine, and I'll add eggs to the menu? How to you like your eggs cooked and how many would you like?" You spoke as you turned your back to him and walked towards the fridge.

"Two please, and surprise me." When you turned back around to look at him, he was gone. Since he didn't have a preference, you decided to make them sunny side up. By the time you had plated the eggs, he was sitting at his spot at the table, patiently waiting for you.

Goro said a soft, "Thank you," as you set his plate of eggs by his rice. All you did was smile at him in response before beginning to eat.

It didn't take the two of you long before you both finished eating. He oh-so-generously offered to do the dishes for you while you took a shower, which you gratefully accepted. You were exhausted and just wanted to sleep.

Once you finished and walked out of the bathroom, you noticed Goro had made himself comfortable on your couch.

"I hope you don't mind, but I stole a blanket from your room." He didn't look at you as he said that, he was just staring at the TV.

"Are you not going to sleep in my bed with me?" Your question caused him to snap his head to the side to look at you. A look of uncertainty crossed his eyes.

"Only a few hours ago I had tried to kill you and all of your friends." His voice was sharp, harsh, but you could tell that it wasn't directed at you.

"Only a few hours ago you sacrificed yourself to protect me and all of my friends. I didn't crawl through dozens of vents to find you to just let you sleep on my couch." You retorted. Your heart tightened at the memory of what he did.

"You thought I was dead." He responded, his voice not as abrasive as before.

"I had planned on giving you a proper burial, a whole funeral. Thankfully, I don't have to do that, so the least I can do is give you a proper bed to sleep in tonight. Come on." You didn't leave any room for arguing as you turned and headed to your room.

You could hear the TV turn off and the sound of footsteps sounded softly through the hall as Goro made his way to your room. You turned off your lights, leaving only the lamp by your bed on.

He stood at the entrance of your room, looking unsure as you slid into bed. When you made eye contact with him, you opened your arms and opened and closed your hands, signifying that you wanted him to come to you.

He just stared at you, unmoving.

"Goro." You said softly, hoping that he would join you.

In the dim, warm light, you noticed him swallow, his adams apple bobbed as he did so. His jaw clenched and unclenched as he eyed you from where he stood. Slowly, he began walking towards you, the uncertainty in his eyes was blinding. You were beginning to worry that you were making him uncomfortable.

For a moment, he just stood beside you, looking down at you. Your arms were still open to him, inviting him to you.

Finally, he crawled on top of you and laid down like he had done back in Shido's palace. He hooked his arms around the arch of your back and pressed his face into the left side of your neck. His breathing immediately became shaky as he made contact with you.

You reached over and turned off your lamp, letting the darkness consume your room, before you slid your fingers through his hair and rubbed his back. His grip around you tightened as he held back his tears.

"It's okay. You're safe now." You whispered into his hair as you continued to soothe him. He finally let go and cried into your shoulder. His body was wracked with sobs and hiccups. His shoulders shook and his arms were trembling.

You gently hooked your legs around his as you kissed him repeatedly on the top of his head. His left hand slid up your back so that it was resting in between your shoulder blades in an attempt to hold more of you.

You weren't sure how long you've both been laying like this, but you definitely knew that neither of you were going to go to school in the morning. After all that's happened, you deserved a break, plus you were worried that Goro might have a breakdown if you left him for too long. His mind must be a mess after causing himself to have a psychotic breakdown.

Eventually, his sobs quieted, but he was still shaking. You wondered if he's ever been held like this. That thought made your heart ache.

"Did you mean it?" His voice was hoarse and deep.

You reached over and pushed the hair out of his face. "Did I mean what?" You asked softly, still combing your fingers through his hair.

"Did you mean it when you said you loved me?" His shaking got worse after he clarified.

You exhaled slowly as you held him tighter against you. "Of course I meant it. I love you so much, Goro Akechi." The beating of your heart increased as you confessed once again. Goro could definitely feel your heartbeat this time.

Goro pulled his arms out from under you and propped himself up onto his forearms, so that he was hovering above you. You could feel his breath fan across your lips from how close he was.

"Say it again." His lips brushed against yours as he whispered that, causing a shiver to go down your spine.

You could barely make out his russet eyes in the darkness of your room, only being lit by the light of the moon. Tenderly, you reached up and cradled his face like you had done back in Shido's palace.

"I love you Goro." You gently pulled his face down to yours. He didn't try to stop you as you did.

Goro's lips pressed against yours in a soft, unmoving kiss. You both held this position for who knows how long.

You relaxed out of the kiss, pulling your lips away from his, only to have him quickly close the distance and kiss you again. Your lips began melding with Goro's in a slow and steady rhythm, gently sucking on each others lips, savoring this moment.

His lips were soft and warm and he tasted so sweet. You didn't want this moment with him to end. He must've thought the same thing because he slid his arms under your upper back and rested his body against yours, keeping you from pulling too far away from him.

After a few minutes of your heart warming make out session, he pulled away, his nose was brushing against yours as he hovered above you once again. You opened your eyes to look at him. The darkness of your room kept you from seeing most of his face.

He removed one of his arms from underneath you and brought it up to hold your right hand, which was still holding his face. Goro leaned forwards and pressed his forehead to yours as he gently stroked the back of your hand.

You sighed softly as you rubbed your fingers over his cheeks.

"I..." He began. If your heart wasn't beating fast before, it definitely was now. It took him several moments before he was able to finish his thought. "I love you too." His voice was deep and velvety, firm. Goro meant it.

You couldn't stop the smile that spread across your cheeks. You squeezed his face between your hands and rubbed your nose against his as you softly chanted, "I love you," over and over. He responded with a chuckle and did the same thing, only to say, "This is grossly cheesy," and pull away from you to lay on the other side of your bed.

Though, he wouldn't let you sleep too far from him because he grabbed your arms and pulled you onto his chest.

"You love it." You quipped, nuzzling your head into his warm chest as he hooked his arms around your waist once again. Your consciousness immediately began drifting into sleep as you got comfortable on the detective.

"I suppose I do." His voice sounded so far away in your sleep hazed mind, but you still heard it. You also felt the chaste kiss he gave you on the top of your head before you passed out from exhaustion.

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Despite his exhaustion, Goro couldn't bring himself to fall asleep. He still couldn't believe that this was real. He was afraid that when he did fall asleep, he'd wake up alone in that boiler room, dying from blood loss.

How could he believe that this was real? You had come back for him, not only that, but you loved him back and were currently passed out on his chest. The sight of you softly breathing beside him pulled at his heartstrings.

If this truly was real, he wouldn't take it for granted. Goro couldn't help but feel like he didn't deserve this, but he wouldn't break your heart like he did back in Shido's palace. Not again. He clearly remembered the look on your face when he confronted you all in the boiler room. He remembered the tone of your voice as you cried out for him when he had trapped himself with Shido's cognitive version of himself and the shadows.

You sounded so broken, so angry. Even when he had caused himself to have a psychotic breakdown and tried to kill you all, he couldn't stop the weird feeling he got whenever he looked at you as you broke down in Futaba's arms. He felt so gross, disgusting, for doing what he was doing. He never wanted to feel that again.

He wanted to feel that warm and tingly feeling he got when he opened his eyes and saw you, kneeling beside him. The look of pain and concern written across your face, only to dissolve into shock and what he could only describe as a mix of relief and terror when you made eye contact with him.

He had held on for as long as he could, hoping, praying that someone, anyone would come back for him, and you did. He wasn't sure if you were the person he expected the least, or the most. Besides Akira, you were the closest one to him, but since he did what he did, he didn't expect you to be the one to come back for him.

Goro held you just a bit tighter as his mind went over the feelings and memories he had. He melted when you gently rubbed circles over his rapidly beating heart, silently comforting him.

You were so kind, and warm, and loving. He wasn't sure what he did to deserve someone like you.

And before he knew it, he was drifting off to sleep as well.

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You had made sure to turn off your alarm before you went to sleep so you could sleep in, so the sound of something beeping made you groan. Rolling over, you squinted up at Goro who was sitting on the edge of your bed, turning off his alarm.

"What are you doing?" You mumbled, almost falling back asleep immediately. Your eyes hurt from how tired you felt.

"We have school today you know." He smiled down at you, dark circles surrounded his eyes. You couldn't believe what he was saying. He nearly died last night and he's talking about going to school today. If you had the strength, you would've laughed.

Slowly, you sat up and crawled over to him, only to wrap your arms and legs around him and pull him back onto your bed. "No." Was all you said as you pulled your blankets back over the two of you. He seemed to accept his fate of ditching school with you because he rolled over and pulled you into him. Goro brought one of his hands to rest on the back of your head and the other held you by your hips.

It didn't take you long before you slipped back into dreamland.

This time when you woke up, you were alone. Panic and dread immediately sunk into your soul as you reached for your phone. It was currently noon and there were over a dozen text messages from the other Thieves, asking where you were and if you were okay.

You quickly slid out of bed as questions slammed themselves into your mind. Had that all been a dream? Was Goro actually dead?

But before you could come up with any more devastating questions, the door to your bedroom opened and you launched yourself at the detective who was entering. You stood on the tips of your toes and locked your arms around his neck. Goro immediately grabbed onto you and held you back with an iron grip.

"Sorry. Did I scare you?" His tone was light and airy, full of warmth. All you did was nod in response as you grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, clinging to him with all of your might.

It was Goro's turn to stroke your hair and rub your back to comfort you. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you slowly calmed down. Taking deep breaths, you let go of his shirt and played with the ends of his hair as you took in his scent. It wasn't just a dream.

"I made breakfast." He mumbled into your hair as he slowly began to rock side to side, swaying to the beat of a song you couldn't hear.

You relaxed your tensed muscles and leaned into him, enjoying the sweet moment you were sharing with him for a bit before you let go.

Goro took your hand and led you to your kitchen and sat you down. He served you a plate of eggs, bacon and rice. "No pancakes?" You joked, smirking up at him.

He immediately frowned and sighed. "I never want to hear that word again." His response made you laugh. A small smile twitched at the ends of his lips as you giggled.

You both ate in a peaceful silence before your phone buzzed, receiving a flood of messages from your worried friends. "We're going to tell them that you're alive, right?" You asked, looking away from your phone, eyes locking with his.

His eyes darted away from your gaze. "If you want." It's clear he didn't want to talk about this, but the other Thieves deserved to know.

"Obviously I want to. The others were upset by your sacrificed too, you know." Your voice was soft, but he still wouldn't look at you. "Akira wants to send the calling card ASAP, so we'll be meeting at Leblanc once everyone gets out of school. We can tell them then." Goro only sighed. You wanted to give him a bit of time to prepare.

In the mean time, you responded to your friends texts, saying you were okay and you just needed to take a mental health day because of what had happen. They all understood why. It's not like you kept your feelings for Goro a secret from them.

As 4:30 P.M. rolled around, you and Goro finally got dressed. You had spent the day cuddling with him on your couch, watching movies together.

Once you were ready to go, you paused and looked up at him. "Are you ready?" You asked, concern filling your voice as you scanned his face.

"As ready as I'll ever be." He responded. His face remained stoic as he spoke, but you could see the turmoil swimming in his eyes. "Are you ready for the stern lecture you're going to receive from Makoto for going back into Shido's palace alone?" He smirked at you this time, probably enjoying the terror that crossed your face.

"Yup." You squeaked, causing him to laugh. He clearly didn't believe you at all.

Goro gently grabbed your hand as you both made your way out of your apartment and to the subway station.

Upon arriving at Leblanc, you noticed that you were the last ones to arrive. Goro's hand was shaking ever so slightly as he gazed at the door. You looked up at him, prompting him to turn his gaze down towards you. You gave him a reassuring smile and squeezed his hand. He released a shaky breath and smiled back down at you.

He walked in first, opening the door for you like the gentleman he was. The sound of the bell above the door ringing signaled to the others that you had arrived. They all lifted their heads and directed their attention towards you.

You watched as their faces paled and shock took over. Their eyes widened and their mouths dropped open.

For a long moment, no one said or did anything other than stare. That was until Akira stood from his seat at the bar and walked up to Goro. Akira didn't hesitate to pull Goro into a hug. You backed away from the boys as the others came out of their shock.

"Y/N. What the fuck did you do?" Ryuji said, not looking away from Goro.

"Witchcraft." You joked, not taking your eyes off of Goro as he slowly returned Akira's hug. A smile pulled at your cheeks as you watched him relax slightly into Akira, his only other friend. He clearly wasn't going to show any more affection than that.

Haru was the next to stand and make her way to the boys. She came up beside them and hugged them both.

Goro visibly tensed as Haru hugged him.

Before you knew it, everyone was hugging Goro. The sight made your heart sing. He still had a lot to make up for, but for now, the Thieves put that aside to show him just how happy they were that he was alive.

"Alright. That's enough." Goro spoke up, pulling away from Akira and wiggling himself out of the group.

"Aww you loved it." You teased as you looked at him. All he did was scoff and roll his eyes.

"Now." Makoto spoke, suddenly standing right in front of you. Your body immediately tensed and you instinctively took a step back. "You went back for him? Alone?" Her tone was harsh, she was definitely angry with you.

"Yes ma'am." You squeaked as you shrunk under her intense gaze.

"Lighten up Mako-chan. If N/N-chan hadn't done that, Akechi wouldn't be here with us now. Besides, she seems to have made it out just fine." Haru spoke up in your defense. You couldn't thank Haru enough because her reasoning caused Makoto to relax a bit.

"I suppose you're right, but don't do anything like that again, understood?" You nodded vigorously in response. She seemed satisfied with your answer because she turned away from you and made her way back to her seat.

For a moment, you locked eyes with Goro, who was smirking at you from his seat at the bar. You gave him a half-hearted glare in response.

Goro spread his legs a bit and gestured for you to come over and stand in front of him while you all spoke about the calling card. You sighed softly and walked over to him. He slipped his arms around your waist once you got to him.

Ann stared at you for a moment as the detective shamelessly clung to you. "So like, are you both..." She trailed off towards the end of her sentence, not sure if she should finish it or not.

A blush quickly spread over your cheeks as everyone turned and looked at you both again. You tilted your head back slightly and looked at Goro, who was looking expectantly at you, waiting for your answer. You could only assume that Ann was asking if you were dating.

Looking away from him and not meeting the eyes of the others, you said, "Yes," in a soft voice. A few of them cheered and others groaned as they all took out their wallets. Apparently, they had placed bets on whether you two would get together.

Goro's grip on you tightened as you pinched the bridge of your nose due to the fact that the Thieves were now arguing over who got how much money.

"I love you Y/N." He whispered into your ear, gently nuzzling his nose into your hair. His voice warmed your heart.

Turning your head to face him, you whispered, "I love you too Goro." A smile breaking out onto your face.

Thankfully, the Thieves didn't seem to notice your little moment with him.

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cinnaminsvga · 4 years ago

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🌸 social media au where y/n posts a fake boyfriend application on twitter as a dare but ends up seeking something real in the long run (aka how to fall in love the zillennial way) 🌸

A/N: Well, this update kicked me in the proverbial nuts! All I gotta say is... good luck to my Yoongi stans out there... You’re kinda gonna need it ;-; || W.C. 2.2K

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August 22, 2020 — 9:39PM

When you exit the taxi, the cold night air causes goosebumps to form across your arms. You pay the driver without looking behind you, shutting the door with the back of your foot as you take in the familiar surroundings. You’ve been to this apartment complex more times than you can count; you’ve crashed on your friends’ couch so many times that it’s become a second bed to you at this point, especially with how often all five of you love to drink the night away. In many ways, this place has become a safe haven for you.

Normally, you would let yourself into their apartment without needing to knock or text in advance. After many years of coming over, you even have your own set of keys, graciously gifted to you by Park Jimin after you found yourself locked out of your own home for the fifth time in one week after Jungkook kept taking your keys by accident. They don’t even answer the door when you knock anymore; they always assume you’ll just barrel in whenever you please, usually with takeout bags and caffeine-laden drinks in hand for impromptu study sessions or video game nights.

But tonight is not one of those nights. This time, Min Yoongi stands waiting for you by the entrance, sitting on the concrete steps in his worn gray hoodie and sweatpants. He looks cold, judging from his pink nose and shivering body, like he’s been waiting outside for at least a few minutes. His dark, inky hair is standing up in all directions, a sign that he must have just woken up from a nap before coming down to meet you. He notices your arrival mid-yawn, his eyebrows shooting up comically as he scrambles to his feet. He rushes towards you, stopping just before the gate that separates the two of you.

“Yoongi,” you breathe out, puffs of white air leaving your lips and dissipating into the night sky. The sight of him alone makes your eyes burn with unshed tears, just aching to fall. He notices immediately, judging by the way his brow crumples with worry.

In an instant, he rips the gate open, giving you no opportunity to say anything else before he pulls you into a bear hug. You gasp in surprise, inhaling sharply and getting a whiff of a scent that you can only describe as wholly Yoongi. It’s comforting, clean, and cozy: everything that encapsulates Yoongi’s whole being.

“I’m sorry,” you say. You don’t know what you’re apologizing for exactly—for interrupting his evening? For making him wait in the cold? For shedding tears on his clothes? For asking for comfort when you didn’t deserve it? Your mind is too tired to wonder which of these things weighs the heaviest amongst your mistakes.

Yoongi hushes you softly, his hand carding through your hair as he rocks you slowly. He presses your face closer to his chest, not chastising you for crying like you thought he would. He only whispers gentle nothings into your ears, the words meaning nothing and everything all at once. “It’s okay,” he repeats over and over again. He says them until the words start to blur, until they make a home inside your heart. Until you almost believe them.

Almost.

You do not know how long it takes for you to run out of tears, how long you stand in silence. All you know is that your frozen hands have grown numb around the straps of your overnight bag, so much so that it takes a second for Yoongi to unfurl your fingers and take the bag away from you. He reaches for your hand with his free one, gently leading up to the apartment without another word.

The world feels cold and still, your muffled footsteps on the carpeted floor the only sounds that keep you grounded to reality. The doors of neighboring apartments start to shift and blur, causing the shadows on the wall to morph like ghosts from the corner of your eye. Yoongi’s apartment is dark when you both enter, no signs of his other two roommates being home even this late at night.

“Jimin left to go to a PC bang. Taehyung hasn’t returned home since I kicked him out this afternoon,” Yoongi says, answering your unspoken question. You turn your head towards him in surprise, not expecting the latter part of his statement.

“You kicked him out? Why?”

“It’s… complicated,” he sighs, aggravated. He gazes at you wearily, and it’s only then that you notice the deep bags lining his eyes like purple moons. The moonlight streaming from their open window casts shadows upon his face, emphasizing the sunkenness of his cheeks. The guilt in your throat builds up, tenfold. You’re disturbing him with your silly little love problems, aren’t you? He already has so much work to do and you’re here, crying over something that you should have known ages ago. You’re acting childish. Coming here was a mistake.

“Don’t give me that look,” Yoongi interrupts your thoughts, squeezing your hand. You had almost forgotten he was still holding you, but the reminder tethers you. His touch lets you know that you are not alone, that he is there because he wants to be. “I know you’re worrying again. You’re not a nuisance. You’re not a bother. I’m your friend, and I care about you. Will you let me care for you? Just this once?”

Your heart, which has felt heavy in your chest ever since this afternoon, lightens ever so slightly. It allows you to force a little smile on your face, but you doubt its of any use, not with the tear tracks evident on your skin. But it’s a start.

“You can use my bathroom to get changed. Do you need some clothes?” he asks, but you shake your head at his offer. As much as you enjoyed wearing his comfortable sweaters, you did still have some clothes that you hadn’t worn in Ilsan. It almost pains you to see them still unworn in your bag, but that’s just you being ridiculous, isn’t it? You chose to leave, after all. He had told you it was the right thing to do, and at the time, you thought he was right.

You shuffle into Yoongi’s bathroom, staring at your reflection with red eyes and teeth-worn lips. Your reflection stares back, undeterred. You find no answers to your misery, so you stop looking and let all your thoughts flow down the drain. Being empty, after all, is better.

You go about your nightly routine with robotic grace, scrubbing and brushing with numbness. No amount of water can wash away the tiredness on your face, and so you give up. You quietly make your way out of the bathroom, peeking inside his bedroom to check if Yoongi had gone back to bed.

Instead, you find him sitting in front of his desk, his laptop closed and phone locked beside him. Trancelike, he stares listlessly at the wall with his fingernails in his mouth, an old habit that he has yet to break, but it only means that he’s deep in thought.

You clear your throat, breaking him from his stupor. “Can I borrow a pillow for the couch?” you ask timidly, the question you really want to ask just barely dangling from the tip of your tongue. Yoongi regards you for a moment, unmoving save for the slow rise and fall of his chest.

“Do you want to be alone?” He answers your question with his own, gaze heavy upon your skin. He asks you that, but you know what he’s truly asking: Do you want to stay with me?

Like always, Yoongi always did have a penchant for knowing the true color of your heart, a skill you sometimes wished he didn’t have. You felt vulnerable around him, but rarely in a bad way. It never felt like he was intruding or meddling; it was always good and warm. To be known without the need to defend yourself.

“No, I don’t want to be alone,” you say, a simple truth. He nods in understanding, standing up from his chair and heads towards his bed, slipping under the rumpled blankets. He stares at you from underneath his covers, his hand patting the empty space beside him with a small smile.

“Then you don’t have to be alone,” he responds, another simple truth. You take the few short steps to reach his bed, climbing onto his bed and placing yourself as close to the edge as possible. Yoongi rolls his eyes, waving his hand haphazardly as he gestures for you to come closer.

“Are you really going to start getting shy with me? After you literally confessed you had a crush on me just an hour ago?” he teases, but his tone is tender. He grins his gummy smile when you cover your face in embarrassment, distracting you long enough to pull you gently towards him.

“I hate you,” you say. You don’t.

“I know,” he replies. He wraps an arm around your waist, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “Do you want to talk?”

Your breathing grows shaky, your hands automatically grabbing fistfuls of his hoodie as you force yourself not to cry again. The simple truth is this: you don’t want to talk about it. You don’t want to think, you don’t want to be in pain right now. But you are, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You feel like crawling inside yourself and never coming out again.

So instead, you tell him, “I had a good weekend. I really did.”

Yoongi hums sadly. “I know.”

“It was really good. I had so much fun with Namjoon,” you say. You sniffle a bit, but the tears don’t fall.

“I know.”

“Meeting his parents, going around town, eating everything I could ever want… It felt so good to just be with someone without wondering if they liked me back or not, without second-guessing every little thing. Because just being together was… enough. It didn’t matter that it was fake because it still felt real in a weird way. I didn’t have to pretend or hide my emotions around him.”

“I know.”

“But even then, I couldn’t help but think,” your breath hitches, and you clench your eyes shut until you see stars behind your eyelids. “I couldn’t help but think… that this weekend would end badly, one way or another. And maybe I was just destined to have every good thing in my life snatched away.”

“I know you think that, even though it’s not true,” Yoongi says. He holds you tighter, tucking your hair behind your ears.

“Even then, why is it every time I’m just beginning to think that I can be happy, something always comes along the way to mess it all up? I was perfectly fine before all of this happened. Everything just went to shit the moment I started wanting more, when I started becoming selfish,” you say. You tilt your head upwards, forcing yourself to look at Yoongi and his sad eyes. “Everyone keeps telling me that I deserve to be happy, that I deserve to love myself. But is it bad that I want someone to love me too? Is it bad that my happiness lies with that desire?”

But for once, Yoongi doesn’t have a straight answer. He carefully loosens your grip around his hoodie, clasping your hands in his own just like before. He rubs circles into the back of your hand, before placing them over his heart. “Do you feel that?” he asks.

You nod your head, not fully understanding.

“This is a heart that loves you,” he explains, voice low but honest.

“But that’s… that’s not the same as…” you trail off. It’s not the same as Jungkook. Or Namjoon. Or…

He continues, “In the PC bang across the street, there is a heart that loves you. Somewhere else in Seoul, there are two hearts that love you. In Ilsan, there is another heart that loves you. But even then, I know it’s not quite the way you want it.”

“It’s because I’m selfish,” you say, ashamed.

“It’s because you know you’re allowed to want more,” he corrects kindly, wiping away a stray tear. “It’s not always a bad thing, you know.”

You laugh, the sound warbled even to your own ears. “I know,” you say. You watch as Yoongi’s eyes begin to droop, the fatigue from today weighing heavily on him. You feel as though you should be the same, but sleep evades you that night. “You know, if I wasn’t already emotionally fucked up right now, you could’ve made me fall in love with you again tonight.”

Yoongi closes his eyes, a small smile on his lips. “Is it working?” he mutters, words slurring slightly as he begins to drift off.

You answer him, but it falls on deaf ears. He falls asleep with you still in his arms, keeping you safe. It’s his presence that gives you the courage to respond to the texts you receive later that night, filled with one last burst of hope that maybe, just maybe, you could find happiness elsewhere.

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princess-of-riviaa · 5 years ago

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Inflicting Misery: Chapter 7

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Pairing: August Walker x Reader

Summary: After being deceived, August is furious with you. He teaches you a lesson the best way he knows how.

Warning(s): overstimulation, toys, bondage, mean dom!August, markings, rough sex

Word Count: 2,829

“We need to go back to HQ,” you tell August as both of your doors slam shut to his car. “Sloane has things to discuss with you.”

“Sloane can wait.” There’s anger in his voice that you’ve only heard a handful of times in the entire decade you’ve known him. Usually he can keep his cool enough to maintain a neutral tone. Only when he’s furious does he forget to wear his mask of cool indifference. So the fact that he’s not speaking indifferently now… A knot forms in your stomach. Clearly your master plan to get him to confess his feelings hadn’t gone over so well.

You reach for your door, but he locks the car and gasses it. Within a few seconds you’re flying down the highway. There’s no way for you to escape now. The ride is spent in silence. When August finally parks the car, it’s in front of an unfamiliar apartment complex.

“Where--” you begin, but he cuts you off.

“Get out and follow me,” he spits.

You hesitate, half-mesmerized by the ice in blue eyes and half-terrified.

“Disobey me. See where it gets you.”

You swallow. He’s mad enough as it is; you don’t want to piss him off further. So you listen. He walks into the building with ease, like he’s done this a thousand times before. Maybe he used to live here, before Norway. But no--August holds himself in a way that tells you he’s been here more recently.

“What is this place?” you ask once the elevator doors shut, trapping you inside a very small space with a very pissed off, very intimidating man.

“An apartment building,” he remarks.

You don’t bother to waste your energy on rolling your eyes. “What is this place to you, August?”

“My name is--” He begins, then stops himself. Henry, he was going to say. My name is Henry. He frowns, as if suddenly realizing that he’s lost Henry as quickly as he gained the persona. “I used to live here.”

“What do you have here that’s important enough for you to fly out of the country to visit?” you wonder.

He looks at you, surprise flashing in his eyes, then it disappears when he realizes he shouldn’t have been surprised at all--you’ve always been good at reading people. “I kept tabs on people when I was in Norway. That was one of the few habits I couldn’t seem to break. I’d stay here, in this building, whenever I came back to check on someone.”

“That’s how you knew about Hayden,” you realize. August had been here, keeping tabs on him. Watching him grow up and grow into a family that would always feel like his own.

He’s silent. He doesn’t have to say anything for you to know the answer.

Had he been keeping tabs on anyone else? Had he been watching you? The knot in your stomach is proof that you want that to be true, that you want him to have checked in on you.

The elevator finally slows. The doors open with a ding and reveal a wide, open space. It’s a living room, you realize, decorated with lavish couches and blankets. The entire back wall is made of glass. You can see the city of D.C. for miles, the streets and buildings alive with the loud buzz of human life. August didn’t just have an apartment--he had a loft, and a gorgeous one at that. He tugs on your arm with an inescapable grip and drags you down the hall.

The last door on the right opens to reveal... a sex chamber? That’s the only way you can think to describe it. There’s a queen-sized bed in the center, pressed up against the far wall. The four posters are made of deep oak wood. A strange-looking swing is in the left corner. You wonder if that’s what a sex swing looks like; you’ve heard of them but never actually seen one, though you wouldn’t be surprised if August owns one. On the right wall is an armory of ropes, floggers, and other things you don’t recognize. A dresser is pressed against the wall and you don’t think you want to know what’s in there.

“Still love me?” August spits it like an insult.

Do you still love him? You almost laugh at the ridiculous question. “You really think all of this will scare me away?” You turn to face him. The look in his eyes is still dark and dangerous, but your body reacts much differently to it now. Warmth blooms in your stomach and spreads to the rest of your body. Your legs clench together, suddenly desperate for friction. “I’ve murdered too many men to count, destroyed their bodies enough to make them unrecognizable. You really think something like a sex room is enough to make me run and hide?”

Something flashes in his eyes, though it’s gone before you can recognize what it is. “Get on the bed.”

You hesitate before remembering his warning from earlier. The bed is soft. You sink into it when you allow yourself to relax enough to lie back. August moves around the room, but you’re too absorbed in the comfort of this amazing mattress to bother watching him. You only open your eyes again when you feel his hands on your wrists. By the time you’ve realized what he’s doing, what he’s planning, the damage is already done. August is good at tying knots. You know there’s no point in fighting against the restraints now keeping your hands tied together. Still, you thrash against him as he reaches for your legs. You’re moving so ferociously that you accidentally kick him in the side. He freezes and glares at you, a look that could send even the most powerful of men running. You freeze under his gaze. It’s enough for him to grab hold of your left ankle and tie it to the bedpost.

“August, what the hell are you doing?” you spit out.

He doesn’t respond until he has both of your legs tied to each post, spreading your legs as far as they can comfortably move. “I’m showing you just how overwhelming my love can be, darling.” The words are heartfelt but his tone is mocking. You know you’re in for it.

You watch as he moves to the dresser. He pulls out a drawer and searches for something inside. Only when he’s back in front of you do you recognize what it is: a vibrator.

“August…” You gulp. You have no idea what he has planned for you, but the sinister look on his face tells you it’s nothing good.

He moves onto the bed in one swift movement. You can see the devilish spark in his eyes as he hovers over you, leaning his head in towards yours in a movement so slow it drives you crazy. “Tell me to stop,” he murmurs.

“Don’t stop,” you breathe. You lift your head to meet the kiss halfway--only for him to pull back from you before your mouth can do anymore than brush across his. You groan in frustration. “What the hell?”

But he’s already by your feet, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down as far as they’ll go. August pauses for less than a second before ripping the thick fabric apart. You gasp in surprise at both August’s actions and the depth to which it arouses you. Your panties are next, and then your shirt. Since this top fit you in such a way that you didn’t need to wear a bra, August’s work was done. You were completely naked beneath him, your clothes ruined forever.

The last time you’d been intimate with August, you’d been a virgin. You hadn’t known what to expect, what you were going to feel, or even what to do with your body. But in the five years that you’d struggled to move on from him, you’d had a good number of hook-ups and the occasional boyfriend, which never lasted longer than a couple weeks. You aren’t a virgin anymore. You know what you’re doing. Yet, somehow, August made you feel like it was your first time all over again. The lust you’ve always tried to keep on a tight leash finally shows its head and you think it’s going to devour you before he even touches you properly.

August’s eyes roam up and down your body, taking his time to admire the details of your curves. Your nipples harden with nothing shielding them from the air; at least, that’s what you tell yourself it’s from. It’s a detail that August doesn’t miss. His eyes jump down to the mountains of your breasts and licks his lips like you’re a snack made just for him. It makes you whimper. August instantly smirks as you blush, embarrassed that he so easily affects you so greatly.

“I like you like this,” he admits, his voice breaking the tense silence. “I like you naked and open for me, how your eyes look at me with such needy desperation.”

You open your mouth to argue, to hold onto an ounce of your dignity, but the sound of the vibrator whirring to life keeps you from speaking. Warmth crawls through your body as you watch him bring the toy closer to you. Your breaths are already shallow by the time he presses the vibrator against your clit. The settings aren’t even on that high, yet your body literally spasms at the contact. You hadn’t realized you were already so desperate for any sort of friction against your pussy. The rope digs into your wrists as you tug on the restraints, needing to clutch onto something with your hands, and you cry out at the burn. It somehow makes your arousal deepen. Your arousal drips onto the toy and makes the vibrating sensations even more powerful against your throbbing clit. It isn’t long before your hips begin to grind against the toy. Your orgasm is close enough to taste.

August chooses just then to turn the toy off. You cry out with frustration. Your body is already desperate and aching. He looks down at you with contempt. You know this is going to be a long night; he’s going to tease you until he feels you’ve been punished for lying to him. Will he even let you cum once? The thought of not finding release at all tonight makes you whimper.

“Already wound up?” he cooes. “We’ve barely just begun, princess.”

“What--” you start, then gasp out when he brings his hand down on your pussy. Your clit stings with the sharpness of his slap. You squeeze your eyes shut in pain.

“Apologize for lying to me,” August demands. “Apologize and I’ll stop.”

You glare at him. He really expects you to give in so easily?

When you say nothing, he slaps your pussy again. Your entire body lifts off the bed in reaction to the pain. No, you won’t give in so easily, but August won’t cave, either, which means this will be a very long night.

…

Your wrists are red and raw from tugging at the ropes for the last hour. But you’re too busy grinding your hips against the vibrator and August’s fingers buried deep inside of you to notice the stinging of your wrists. Your back begins to arch off the bed as your orgasm finally--

He pulls away. Fucking bastard. You whimper as your body registers the lack of sensation.

“Please,” you beg as more tears fall down your face. “P-please, August.”

“You know what to do if you really want it to stop.”

It’s been at least an hour of him torturing you, bringing you so close to orgasm that you can feel your body begin to unravel, and then he pulls away from you and pushes you as far away from your orgasm as he can. You swear he’s grown more energized with each orgasm he teased away from you. It’s like he lives to bring you pain.

You want to curse at him, to put him in his place, but you don’t have any strength left to refuse him. Your pussy is swollen from the lack of orgasms and his slaps. There’s red marks up and down your thighs from where his hands groped at your skin hard enough to make you whimper. Your body is bruised and tired. Give in, everything inside of you screams. Just give him what he wants and he’ll give you what you need. But… will he? The malicious look on his face doesn’t look like someone who understands mercy.

“I’m not sorry!” you finally cry out. Your voice is shaky from fatigue and the fear that, even though you’re telling the truth, it’s the wrong move. You open your eyes and hold his dark gaze. “I know you want to hear that I am, that I never should have deceived you, that I never should have thought of you after that night in Norway, but none of that would be true. I’ve thought about you every second since. And I don’t care if I deceived you. You and me… we’re the same. We’ll do what it takes to get what we want, and I wanted--no, I needed to hear you say you love me back. Don’t make me apologize for the twisted way my mind works because I never made you apologize for your own sadistic ways.”

He hesitates, probably deciding whether to continue with the punishment or not. But finally he sets down the vibrator and moves to hover over you. “Don’t lie to me.” His voice is no louder than a whisper but the threat is clear.

You dare to hold his gaze. “I’m not lying, August.”

You expect him to say something cruel and heartbreaking, but instead he kisses you. It’s fast and rough and demanding. You let him take everything he needs. His hands move between kneading at your breasts and teasing the sore, sensitive skin on the inside of your thighs. He swallows every moan and cry and whimper you make for him.

“Please,” you beg, your words getting swallowed up in his mouth. “Please fuck me.”

He doesn’t need to hear the words twice. He pulls back and stands just long enough to undress himself and slide a condom onto his erection. You only have a few seconds to admire the perfection of his muscled, hairy body before he’s above you again. He holds your gaze as he moves between your legs.

“I’m not gonna go easy on you,” he warns.

You shake your head. “I don’t want you to.”

That’s all the encouragement he needs. You cry out as he lines his cock up with your entrance, letting your juices coat the tip of his cock before entering you. Both of you release a moan of pleasure as he pushes inside of you. Your walls clench around him so tightly that he struggles to move deeper.

“You gotta fucking relax,” he gasps, “or I’m gonna cum before we’ve had any fun.”

You whimper at his words. They turn you on even more. You focus on your breathing and try to relax your body, though it takes several seconds before he can move inside of you again. As soon as he bottoms out he pulls back. You open your mouth to protest, but he slams into you a second later. His cock hits your g-spot as he begins to fuck you hard and fast, just as he promised he would. With how overstimulated you are, it doesn’t take long for your legs to start shaking with an approaching orgasm.

“That’s it, princess, cum for me, cum around my cock.”

His words spur you on and your walls clench around him. He doesn’t slow his movements, instead helping you draw out your orgasm for as long as possible. It’s the most intense high you’ve ever felt.

You’re aware of the headboard banging against the wall with ridiculous volume as you come back to reality. The sound of it makes you blush. August stares down at you as he grips your hips in a grip that will leave bruises, his balls slapping against your squelching pussy. You tug on your restraints, wanting to touch him, and wince when the bonds rub against your sore wrists.

“Cum inside me,” you gasp out, noticing the way his face begins to scrunch up with his rising pleasure. “Cum inside of me, August.”

It only takes a few more thrusts before you feel your insides grow warmer. You find yourself almost disappointed that you can’t feel his seed coat your walls. He falls above you and you catch him, holding him against your chest. August struggles to catch his breath beside your head. Both of you are quiet for a long time.

“You don’t get to run this time,” you whisper.

He turns his head towards you, his nose brushing against your neck as he breathes you in. “No. No running this time.”

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sa ilalim ng kalawakan | drabble

translation: underneath the galaxy

synopsis: besides gazing at the night sky, you and your husband find other ways to celebrate your honeymoon under the stars

pairings: seokjin x reader

rating: R (18+)

au: established relationship!au; newly weds!au; honeymoon!au; inspired by BV4 in new zealand!!| genre: floof, smut, slight humor

warnings: swearing, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, oral (f receiving), slight edging, also i put in one slap in there ONE SLAP PEOPLE

word count: 1.9k

request: by @rookiegukie “silakbo ft. seokjin + newly weds 👉🏼👈🏼 ” HERE YOU GO DARLING ILY <3 i hope you like it!! hehehehe

g/n: this is part of The Paraluman Playlist - a drabble game we’re holding for the whole month of August!!! Send in your requests lovelies!!! (i’ll also be making this as part of my ‘between the lines’ collection heh

navi. | m.list | between the lenses navi.

“Kim Seokjin!”

“What?!”

“What did you do with the firewood?”

“What do you mean by ‘what did I do to the firewood’?” He continues with cutting the pork belly into strips, refusing to meet your eyes. You continue staring at him though, fully aware that he knows you’re still looking at him. Narrowing your eyes, you take your eyes off your husband as you study your surroundings.

Aha! You spot the half-empty bottle of olive oil hiding behind the legs of a cot. “You’ll never catch him slipping,” they said. Pfft. If only you had a penny for all the times you’ve proven that wrong.

“Why won’t the wood light up then?” Testing him, you bend over to grab the bottle of oil, wanting to see if Seokjin’s finally going to confess and admit having thought of cooking oil as an alternative for kerosene. He deliberately ignores your question, taking a quick glimpse at the glass container in your hands under the guise of stretching his limbs and admiring the view.

Tsk-ing at him, you roll your eyes, placing the bottle of oil back where you found it. Might as well hide the only evidence of your husband’s ‘supposed’ boy-scoutedness.

“Can’t believe I married a bloody idiot,” you mutter under your breath, huffing as you replace the oil-covered wood with new ones. Your husband of a week inhales exaggeratedly, incredulous features on his face as he slowly turns toward you. The leaves beneath his shoes rustle loudly with each movement of his. “You’re calling me, the one and only Kim Seokjinius, an idiot?” he drawls, emphasizing each word with every step he takes towards you.

He trudges until his face is mere inches away from yours, chests almost pressing against each other. Smirking, he leans forward, breath fanning against your ear as he whispers, “I am your idiot though. Learn to deal with it, missus.” Your own breath hitches in your throat, goosebumps forming on your skin. Surely, Seokjin saying the words ‘idiot’ and ‘missus’ in one breathing wasn’t supposed to have that kind of effect right?

Leaning back to look down on you, a devilish smirk plays on his lips. That can’t be good. His hands shoot out to poke at your sides, tickling you out of your wits. “Seokjin!” you squeal, trying to get out of his grasp. For some miraculous reason, you do, running away from him as you circle the camp site.

Your husband quickly manages to catch up without having to exert much effort, taking you in his arms. The impact of his collision pushes you downward, and with Seokjin’s quick instincts, he twists his body just in time to take the fall - thankfully though, he just lands on grass. Seokjin still winces a little at the fall, and you quickly check up on him to make sure he’s alright. He assures you he’s just fine, confirming it by reattaching his grip on your sides.

Writhing under his grasp for the second time tonight, you breathlessly plead for the release of his hands on your waist. Heeding to your request a minute later, he collapses beside you, pulling you closer with the hand he has under your shoulders.

“It’s beautiful out here, yeobo,” you comment, slightly breathless in awe at the sight of the night sky. You had opted to revisit New Zealand for your honeymoon, partly because being one with nature brought you the tranquility that could never be afforded by your apartment back in Seoul.

Now, as you gaze at the stars above, while lying down on the grass, the cold breeze softly hitting your face, with your husband by your side - this felt like the summit of ‘relaxation’. You felt like this was the only time you had even paused to take an actual breather after a year of wedding preparations, pre-nuptial events, the ceremony itself… it was all delightful, admittedly, but boy was it tiring.

“Don’t call me that,” Seokjin murmurs, propping himself up on an elbow to look at you. “You don’t like it?”

“Nope. In fact, I love it. I love it very much.” Slowly, he leans toward you, pressing his pillowy lips against yours. Seokjin cups your face in one hand, drawing you closer as he kisses you deeply. Returning the kiss with just as much fervor, your skin starts to prickle with goosebumps and you’re certain it’s not from the coldness of the night.

As Seokjin suggestively plays with the hem of your shirt, he lets the pads of his fingers trail slowly under your shirt until he cups your breast in his cold hand. Gasping at the sensation, your grip on his forearms tighten as you push your chest against him further to goad him on.

You feel your husband smile through the kisses he first places on your neck, then your jaw, slowly but surely traveling south. Seokjin tentatively lifts your shirt up, and getting bolder by the second, you feel his fingers dance lightly on your skin, eventually trailing higher to cup your breasts and knead them slightly.

Moaning wantonly, Seokjin ruts his hips against yours, feeling his erection straining in his sweatpants. As he Seokjin latches his lips on that weak spot on your neck, you pry your eyes open to watch your husband. All of a sudden, you’re reminded that you are not within the confines of the campervan, nor are you inside the cabin just a five-minute walk away. “Jin, baby, we’re outside…”

“So?” He asks, not looking up from your chest, “...does it bother you?” You’re genuinely surprised at his answer, not knowing he had a closeted exhibitionist inside of him. He’s also relatively quiet during sex, so this newly discovered side of your husband is definitely something for the books.

“You mean you don’t mind at all? What if people will see us? What if some sick pap tryna get us caught?” Your inquiries finally get his attention, momentarily pausing his ministrations. Sometimes you had to remind him that he was still one of the biggest celebrities in the world, and it doesn’t really matter if he’s in a secluded place like this campsite, he’d still be recognized somehow.

“________, darling. I really don’t mind. Unless you do?” Seokjin asks, blown-out pupils boring into your own. You shake your head no at once. “Well, that’s settled then. Plus, we just got married a week ago, this is bound to happen at some point. And besides, if somebody will try to snap a photo, well...that’s a story we’re gonna tell Kim Seokjin junior, who’ll be headlining the news even before he was made.” Your husband’s reasoning, albeit out of this world and downright scandalous, is enough to convince you that nothing bad was going to happen. But, wait! Your dinner…

“Jin!! The samgyupsal though!!”

Seokjin pushes himself upward, “Are you honestly trying to kill the mood here babe? You can just say the word, you know.” he deadpans, completely unamused.

“No, I mean, we’re still having dinner afterwards, right? I just wanted to make sure you at least covered the food so we won’t have to fight with other creatures for our dinner.”

“Of course, darling. Now, where were we?”

Seokjin unzips your jacket with a newfound sense of urgency, and you let out a squeal as he rips your shirt in half, your lace bra along with it. He takes off his jacket as well, and as he sucks on your pert nipple harshly, causing you to arch your back for more, he slides his jacket underneath you for comfort.

He continues his assault on your breasts, leaving purple bruises littered across your chest. Languidly, he peppers wet kisses down your torso, already thumbing the waistband of your leggings in the process.

Discarding your bottoms just as quickly as your tops, Seokjin lets your leggings loosely bunch up around one of your ankles as he kisses you hungrily, hands busy pushing your legs further apart. He detaches himself from you, sitting on his calves as he studies to sight of you ready and open just for him.

“Fuck, I could just have my dinner right here, right now,” Seokjin husks, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. Without any further warning, Seokjin dives in, licking a bold stripe against your folds. The sensation makes you squirm underneath him, but your husband holds you still by keeping a hand on your stomach. Seokjin licks in wide, slow strokes to explore your nether lips, soon using fingers to hold them open and put pressure on your clit.

Languidly sliding his fingers against your sodden folds, Seokjin slowly inserts a finger inside you, finally breaching your entrance. He takes his time in indulging you, reveling in your responsiveness. Endless moans of pleasure fall from your mouth as your hands find purchase on his temple, pulling on his hair when you feel his teeth graze against the swollen bud. You feel the pressure building up in the pit of your stomach, and just when you were about to orgasm, Seokjin pulls away, leaving you a heaving mess on the grass.

“I want us to climax together…as… as you know…husband and wife?” Your face crumples at his request, heart likewise swelling with affection inside your chest.

As Seokjin finally pulls his sweatpants down to free his length, you sit up, wanting to pleasure him just as he had done to you. He waves you off quickly, too much of his blood rushing down south to even form a coherent sentence, “No…just…you, now.” He helps you to shift to all fours, wiggling your ass in the air just to tease him. He delivers a slap on your bottom as punishment.

He starts to enter you from behind, groaning as he feels your walls clamp around him tightly. Continuing to slide in until he bottoms out, Seokjin shudders as you clench your pussy around his cock. “You’re always so fucking tight,” he comments, exhaling shakily as feels himself snugly fit inside you.

When you push backward to urge him to move, Seokjin starts to move his hips, beginning with a steady pace for a few seconds until he starts to relentlessly fuck you from behind, steadying you in your position with his hands tightly gripping your waist. Cries of pleasure fall from your lips with every thrust, while your elbows are threatening to give in under his weight. Fuck, you feel wilder than the other creatures that are probably lurking around the area. Your husband probably hears your thoughts, settling an even harder, faster pace than before as he chases his high.

That familiar knot is starting to coil inside you for the first time since your wedding, and as Seokjin feels you tighten around him, his thrusts start to slow down, this time reaching deeper than ever before; his cock hitting your g-spot wonderfully with every movement of his hips. He pulls you both up, standing on both your knees.

Nestling you snug against his chest, Seokjin guides your hand to rest on his nape so he can gain access to your breasts. Massaging them sensually, he brings you both to your highs with his caresses and whispers of love and passion in your ears. With all your senses heightened and your husband deliciously sliding in and out of you, you finally orgasm, Seokjin following seconds later.

“Thanks for fulfilling my deepest fantasies, love,” Seokjin whispers, collapsing back to the grass after pulling his sweats back up, likewise covering you up with his jacket as he apologizes for your torn clothes.

“Oh, you’ve always wanted to do it under the stars?”

“Close, but nope. You, princess, are my deepest fantasy.”

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