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starberry-cupcake · 1 month

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I've been reading, but didn't have time to sit down and do this, so you're getting a bit of a mess in this one, sorry about that!

I want to clarify, before starting, that if I ask questions to the void in these posts, or if I wonder very loudly about something, I'm not really looking for answers immediately nor am I doubting that things will be explained later, I promise I trust the process. If something's going to be explained, somewhere in the books, I'll get there eventually, I promise I will. You have probably noticed by now but, if you give me a hint, I'm gonna grab onto it for dear life, so better not give me anything at all. Just leave me here to die, I beg you.

previously, in harrowberry the ninth:

this happened

currently, chapters 17-19:

I'm gonna start by the end, actually

which maybe is fitting for this book

but I'll start by the end because I have a new theory and I feel this one in my bones

(pun intended)

I might be totally off but I'm gonna say it anyway because I'm excited about this one

so much so that you'll get no memes while I explain it

it's about G and P

yes, I know, I'm fixated with that, but hear me out

I think Lyctortus isn't actually called Ortus

I think his name is Gideon

let me explain

at the end of chapter 19 (I'll get there, but I need this off my chest, I really do) harrow asks mercygirl why ortus the first wants her dead

to which mercygirl distractedly answers "who?"

that's the last thing I read so far, but it got my wheels turning so fast I came running to write it down

I thought "wait, what if, just like ortus is replacing gideon in the gideon-less re-telling, the name is also a replacement?"

so I went to the character list and lyctortus's cavalier was called pyrrha

so what if they're G and P

Gideon and Pyrrha the Second

and what if the Gideon in the paper was this guy

so this is not a case of Ortus 1 and 2 but of Gideon 1 and 2

not!dulcinea told our gideon "you're very brave—a bit like another Gideon I used to know. But you're prettier in the eyes"

which is, all things considered, actually funny, because it's a reversal of what mercygirl was saying, that yandere twin and harrow aren't as pretty as their predecessors

I'm gonna risk looking like a fool later and calling this now because I really feel this one

again, let me clarify, I'm not asking you to tell me whether I'm right or wrong or anything at all, I'm just placing my bets with myself

and I know starting by the end isn't really the best way to go about a recap, but I think I'm on to something

MOVING BACK, to chapter 17

harrow starts looking into mercygirl for her new and probably not improved diary, because she knows less things now

augustine the saint of annoyance tells harrow that mercygirl and him are the oldest lyctors in the band and that it took generations for these space planet destroyers to assemble

emperor john silver tells harrow that his stupid nicknames that don't fit were meant to represent the cavaliers and not the necros

of course augustine's brother was patient, he had to put up with augustine

mercygirl is also a body expert

an anatomist, if you will

which will come in handy later/earlier (later in the reading order, earlier in the timeline order)

augustine says that he didn't bother learning that because the only use for it would be to kill lyctors

tbh it'd come in handy right now that I want to kill him, but I digress

here, harrow again mentions that ortus the first (also known as lyctortus, also known as allegedly gideon the first, also known as I'm super super sure of this you guys) wants her dead

CHAPTER 18

we're back on canaan house in the gideon-less version

these are the chapters I'm having the most fun with, which wasn't what I expected

I don't know why, I really like this whole re-written mystery thing

the slasher film vibes have doubled this time

I keep drawing parallels and enjoying my time with these old and new friends

and, talking about old and new friends, judith is dead

remember judith? remember how she died?

it wasn't like this

in this gideon-less version, instead of becoming besties with the sixth, harrow and ortus have become besties with the fifth

because 1) the fifth didn't die and 2) the fifth is in a polycule with ortus

with gideon there, they befriended the sixth because gideon saw camilla fight 5 seconds and was like "she's friend shaped :)"

so, the fifth and the ninth are taking care of judith's corpse

she was shot repeatedly with a carbine rifle

harrow says "it would have been like being set upon by a ghost out of time"

gonna put that in the 3d model

martita is outside and she's the only pseudo witness to this situation

the gideon-less version of the deaths so far is being handled like this

martita says to harrowbean "why am I here?"

she explains that they were doing the two door test thingy and, while she was in the other room, judith was shot

now, here's the thing

I thought the Sleeper that had been mentioned was the construct thing but no, it's not

it's a new thing

I'm picturing sorta this

it very well could be a person though

it's person shaped

huh

it's in a coffin where it sleeps unless it's woken up, but they don't know how it wakes up, because martita went to town kicking and punching the coffin after judith was obliterated and nothing happened

and what keeps it contained, snow white style, isn't plex glass, plex or glass

ortus proceeds to say a eulogy

martita says "Is this really how it happens?" like we've been hearing all this time

harrowbean tries to make her feel better by telling her that, at least judith died quickly

mmm...about that

martita says "No. That's not...Don't know why I thought...No."

martita doesn't know judith died slowly and painfully and wrong about everything btw, she died first, it memory serves

but still, savage

harrow regrets not telling ortus to take the pledge of silence and says "but only a very obedient idiot of a cavalier would have stuck to that"

she's your obedient idiot, though, harrow

so, the rundown is this:

the sleeper can move

the sleeper can pass necromantic wards

the sleeper shouldn't be waken

people don't know what wakes it

it has a rifle

the sleeper is lying on top of sword that's a two-hander

me, having breakfast while reading this

I didn't mention this but

harrow and abby say that judith was killed by a deadly shot and then was subsequently used for target practice and left like a colander without any reason for it

judith disrespected camilla, so

that's what you get, bitch

CHAPTER 19

we travel in time, but in the timeline of the emperor's bolthole

because WHY NOT, AT THIS POINT

we're keeping track anyway *picks back up the timeline I keep discarding and re-using*

this one is 10 months before the emperor johnny boy is ended, so this is before what we've been reading

we are told the following essential info:

harrow has written a letter for yandere twin in case of harrow's death that says: "Get what joy you can from my corpse, you devious bitch"

filed under potential resignation letter drafts

apparently a lyctor can live without food but not without water

so harrowcita is getting herself a sopita

and then lyctortus also known as I'm sure he's gideon the first stabs her

this tiny baby kitten with her sopita

man has no heart

no decency

no decorum

not his real name, according to me

mercygirl helps harrow with a lot of skill (those anatomy skills we talked about) but not much empathy

she tells alleged gideon who goes by ortus, when he says "I do things face-to-face" that "that is what got you into trouble nineteen years ago"

HELLO TIMELINE

nineteen years ago takes us back to the whole leader of the BOE going missing and gideon's mom drifting into space and the person sent with the eggs and all that

well, the eggs thing isn't directly related yet but I'm relating it

especially since there were lies involved and somebody sent to placate another somebody

DUDE CAN YOU IMAGINE

IF HE WAS INVOLVED WITH GIDEON'S MOM IN SOME WAY

AND OUR GIDEON IS NAMED AFTER THIS GIDEON????

LIKE ON PURPOSE????

HELLO?????????

AGAIN, NOBODY TELL ME, I'M ASKING AT THE VOID

YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO LIVE WITH THE IMPULSE OF TELLING ME BUT DON'T DO IT

I'm making up telenovela theories about how this gideon could be involved into our gideon's mom business and our gideon being named after him

and gideon's superpowers of being hercules having something to do with all this

I need to stop before I say too much and then feel embarrassed at my theories

ALSO

gideon ortus wants harrow's sword

harrowbean doesn't want to give it to him

it is at this point when mercygirl says "who?" at harrow's question about "ortus", so we end how we begun, because today it's that kind of day

also, another day without her coming home

I may be late but boy do I have theories. And yeah, nobody tell me any spoilers, please. Let me make a fool of myself.

#luly reacts to tlt #harrow the ninth #harrow the ninth spoilers #tlt spoilers #the locked tomb #long post #gif cw

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greencways · 8 months

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Fic Name: Bury a Friend

Pairing: I guess this is a bestfriend!JJ x Reader fic (not romantic)

Words: 2427

Warnings: this is centred around the Lauren Reynolds episodes but if Emily actually died, no descriptions of how she died!

Content: Emily actually dies, JJ comforts you!

A/N: this was a requested fic !

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"She never made it off the table" Those words that Jennifer Jareau spoke a week ago still spinning around your head.

The first thing you did after JJ telling you that your bestfriend; your lover; your favourite person in the world had died was dash out the door, not even explaining to anyone why you made a beeline for the BAU office doors.

"Y/N wait up" JJ called out.

"No-Nope" you didn't even attempt to look back at her.

"I'll give you a lift home please I can't let you go alone in a car like this please" JJ begged.

Knowing that Emily definitely would've agreed and would probably lightly scold you for not doing it- you took JJ up on her offer.

"Okay fine" you sighed.

"Thank you" JJ sighed.

You followed her to her black honda civic, you both not saying anything to her for the entire drive, she was about to turn into your street and then you quickly made a decision "Do you think you could take me to Emily's house?" your voice was calm, you wouldn't be angry at her for saying no, in fact you were kind of expecting it "I have a key" you weren't sure whether it came out like a question or a brag.

"Okay" JJ agreed, you turned up to see JJ hesitantly nod "On one condition, I come in with you" Unsure of why JJ wanted to come with you, but seeing as she agreed you took your chances.

"That's fine" you agreed.

You walked to up the front door of Emily's apart as soon as you stepped out the car, you turned around to hear JJ "Hey Hotch..." the sound travelled away as you both started walking away from each other, you to enter Emily's apartment building and JJ for a more private conversation, you took a deep breath as you had no idea how the conversation with them could go.

"That was Hotch, expect a text from him in 5 minutes okay love" JJ rubbed your arm up and down in consolation.

"Okay" you managed to give her the tiniest crack of a smile.

"There she is" JJ playfully shoving you making you smile a little.

"Hey buddy" you picked up Sergio "It's just gonna be me and you for a bit okay" you cooed as he curled into you, almost as if knowing what just happened.

JJ walked in behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder, you set Sergio down and turned around before collapsing into JJ's arms "I can't do this without her, what am I gonna do" you cried.

“I can't say anything that would make this situation any less difficult and scary trust me on that one" you nodded she knew out of all the members on the team what it was like to lose someone that close to you, she shared your pain in that sense.

"I know" you gently smiled.

"Okay listen I have to go back to work but I spoke with Hotch and he's giving you the week off" JJ started as she started gathering her things.

"I could've-" you started.

"I know you could've had the conversation with him yourself but I just thought-" JJ smiled slightly embarrassed.

"Thank you Jay" you smiled.

"But please if you need anything at all, no matter what time just call or text me okay" JJ pushed her lips together and pulled you in for a hug, her eyes started to water.

Jennifer Jareau lost a friend too.

"Same for you, if you ever need someone to talk to just let me know" you pushed through a smile through your obvious tears.

"Okay" JJ smiled.

Back to present day you were still in mourning, it had been day 5 of the week Hotch had so graciously given you off. You woke up to a cold and empty bed for the 5th day that week- your new normal "I wish Emily was here too buddy I really do" you said as a black fur ball had sneaked up on you getting ready for morning cuddles, Sergio just cuddled more into you.

JJ, 7:24: Good morning sugar, how're you holding up?

Y/N, 7:26: I'm good Jay, Having morning cuddles with my baby

Y/N, 7:26:

JJ, 7:27: So cute!! You should get that framed.

Y/N, 7/27: Haha I definitely will Jay.

You slung your phone to the other side of the bed, you picked up Sergio and kissed his head between his ears, something you noticed that Emily did too, so you kept doing it for familiarity and to feel a little closer to Emily.

"Let's get ready for the day Serg" you laughed "How does that sound?" you cooed.

Sergio followed you to wardrobe, you picked up a top and you noticed Sergio tapping a box with his tail, you leaned down and spoke to him "Huh, that's so weird, I've never seen that box before" you shrugged to Sergio.

You picked up the bed and inspected it more, you pretty much knew that it was a box that Henry made for Emily two or three years ago when he was going through his "really-bad glitter-everywhere" phase according to JJ, which made you laugh, you bit your lip thinking about how cute the fact that she kept the box was.

You placed the box on your bed, unsure wether to open it or not, you got ready for the day and as you brushed your teeth in your en suite you peered over, Sergio sleeping peacefully next to the box which made you smile, you took out your phone and sent JJ the picture to JJ.

Y/N, 10:34am: You got any idea what's in this box?

JJ, 10:47am: No idea sorry honey ! Henry says hi btw! 😘

Y/N, 10:50am: No worries thanks anyway Jay!! Hi Henry, are you being good for mom and dad?

JJ, 10:52: He says yes but we say otherwise! I gotta go! Love you sweetcheeks!

Y/N, 10:52: Love you too JJ!!

"Ugh should I even open it" you sighed as you set your toothbrush down and finished up in the bathroom

Sergio let out a contented sigh which made you giggle "okay okay fine I will"

You slowly lifted the pink and purple covered glitter on the blue dinosaur box to reveal a bunch of miscellaneous things; mostly receipts, poems and pictures of your time with Emily, upon further inspection, those receipts were from your first with Emily, your first date, your favourite grocery shop etc.

"She kept all this?" you laughed with tears of sadness in your eyes, completely unsure of what emotions to feel right now, you put the lid of the box behind you

You started taking out things bit by bit, there was a bunch of receipts and a few poems and some pictures of you with Emily, you on your first date, morning selfies, movie nights, you gently placed a finger outlining Emily you felt so close to her yet so far, you brushed your tears away quickly as you heard a knock which made you jump a little bit, You quickly placed everything in the same but gently not harming anything in the process, you had turned the other way, not yet realizing the note attached to the underneath of the lid.

"Just a second" you called out "Oh hey Hotch what are you doing here?"

"You were supposed to come back to work today, I just- Did I come at a bad time?" you scrunched your face in confusion, you checked your face in the mirror next to you, you saw your face covered in red bloches from crying so much "Oh no you didn't" you sighed in defeat as Hotch could see through your lies "I was looking at pictures of Emily" you sighed and rolled your eyes as you felt yourself crying.

"Do you need a hug?" Hotch smiled.

"More than anything please" you sobbed and smiled as you- like your actions with JJ days earlier- collapsed into him.

"I can't let you stay like this alone, I'm giving you another day off, Call up Jareau and if she wants to she can spend the day with you" Hotch agreed.

"I don't need a babysitter Hotch, I've been fine for 5 days" you smiled.

"Don't think of it like babysitting- cause it's not- think of it like two friends hanging out" he nodded in his-dad-authoritative-tone.

"Okay I will, I'll call her up in a second" you smiled "Thank you"

"Jay?" you said into the phone minutes after Hotch left "Can you come over?"

"Sure Sweetie let me just tell Hotch that I'm coming over" You both smiled on the end of the phone.

"Thank you"

15 minutes later she came over with a choice of 3 DVDS, your favourite chocolate, her favourite chocolate, both of your favourite crisps and cookies, mint ice cream, strawberry ice cream, a family bag of cheetos and some other snacks and a huge blanket and matching pyjamas.

"Jennifer you didn't need to do all this" you smiled and hugged her after she set everything down.

"It's okay" she kissed your temple, shuddering because Emily used to do that when you were stressed too.

"Sorry I-I'm so sorry I didn't-"

"Jennifer you're gonna spin yourself if you keep apologizing" you chuckled lightly biting your lip "I'm gonna get changed in my bedroom, there's a bathroom right there" you pointed to a room next to the guest room "feel free to change in there or wherever comfortable, if you come out before me feel free to feel at home" you smiled biting your lip again because that word hurt a lot

home

You come out of your en suite bathroom and saw a note that accidentally didn't make it back into the pile, you picked it up and recognized Emily's handwriting straight away, you slightly gasped as you held your hand over your mouth, your other hand still holding the paper.

“Dear the love of my life, Y/N

I knew sooner or later you would find this letter, the date now is March 10th 2011, something will happen to me tomorrow, but I want you to know that these 6 years together have meant EVERYTHING to me, YOU are everything to me Y/N.

That being said however, I am not gonna be here anymore, you would've found out through JJ by now, I do want you to move on from me. You deserve an incredible and happy life and you can't do that if you're still thinking and mourning over me.

From the bottom of my heart, please move on from me, it will kill the both of us if you keep going the way you are, you're gonna spin yourself with the what ifs Y/N, you deserve better than that, I can promise you that.

With me promising that to you, you need to promise me something, please don't ever forget me, you can move on from me, date more people but don't forget about me please.

Forever yours,

Emily Prentiss.”

"I don't think I could ever forget about you Emily Prentiss" you said out loud "You drive me crazy and you're not even here" you laughed.

"Hey" you came back to the living room as you took a while in the bathroom washing your face and trying to make yourself look like you didn't have a breakdown mere minutes ago.

"Hey sweetpea" JJ looked up at you from the couch "You okay?" her eyes followed yours to where you landed on the couch next to her having to go all around her to get to where you were sitting.

You hadn't found the words quiet yet so you just nodded, you snuck under the blanket as you realized JJ had already put your favourite film on "50 first dates" she already knew how thankful you were so you didn't say anything just sighing contently.

You slumped your head on your shoulder and you started tracing random patterns on her hands.

"It's okay to cry and mourn, you know that right" That was it, that was the sentence that made you break down in front of Jennifer Jareau, as embarrassing as you found it, she didn't mind at all, in fact she weirdly encouraged it, she let you cry it out, hugging you tightly as she occasionally stroked your hair, at that point at around 2pm, you tiered yourself out so much that you fell asleep in JJ's lap, she whispered kind words into your ears and stroked your hair while you were sleeping and she was watching the film.

You got up 2 hours later, you fell asleep so easily because you hadn't been sleeping at all so it was nice to fall asleep in a person's arms again, granted you wish it was Emily's but JJ's were comfortable too.

"Good morning sleepy" JJ whispered,

"I'm so sorry Jay" you whispered back, very embarrassed at what just happened.

"No it's okay, you're comfortable don't worry" JJ laughed.

"Oh" you said slightly less embarrassed "Okay well you're a comfy pillow" you laughed.

"I have Twilight too if you want to cuddle and watch that" JJ suggested biting her lip, embarrassed that she would even suggest that.

"Sure I would love that" You said shocking both of you "Where are you going?" you said as JJ left the couch.

“To put the film on" she laughed.

"Oh right" you laughed too.

You didn't last 10 minutes, as you were falling asleep on JJ's lap again.

"Can I ask you something?" JJ smiled.

"Sure, anything" you returned the smile.

"Did you find Emily's letter?" she looked at you cautiously.

This question caught you by surprise "Um-yeah I did" you lowered your head sadly.

"Hey no it's okay" she gently cupped your chin to guide it back to look at her.

"I'm glad I found out from you and not from Emily herself" you wearily chuckled.

"Me too" JJ sighed.

"You can sleep it's okay" JJ noticed your eyes grow tired.

"Okay" you smiled and instantly fell asleep.

"I miss her so much" you turned away from JJ, you not wanting to see both her reaction and how she would react to your warm tears running down your face.

"Me too" She whispered "Me too"

#criminal minds #fanfic #aj cook #jennifer jareau #jennifer jareau x reader #jennifer jareau x you #jj x reader #yn #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss

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galvanizedfriend · 5 months

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23, 21 and 3!

23. Share the final version of a sentence or paragraph you struggled with. What about it was challenging? Are you happy with how it turned out?

Another really difficult one. I don't know, I struggle with so much. Everything I write takes forever to be edited because I tinker with everything. I guess recently I had a hard time with Elijah's first appearance in Pendulum. This is an example of (MANY) paragraphs that were re-written to exhaustion:

Klaus never felt threatened, that fight-or-flight instinct that grasped him so often, for so many reasons, never kicked in. Despite the infinite darkness in his eyes, there was something warm about the man. Elijah had the air of a care-taker, a protector, though one shrouded in mystery. He and Klaus would grow to be good friends, the closest thing to family Klaus had ever truly had, at least since abandoning whatever sentimental attachments he once held for his parents. But even then, Elijah would never cease to be a conundrum. He was always one step ahead, this endless well of wisdom who could somehow see the whole of existence in ways Klaus could never wrap his mind around, no matter how many lifetimes he lived. He would always be grounded in the here and now, while Elijah was… Everything, everywhere, all the time.

Whether or not the effort was worth it is debatable, I guess. 😂

21. Share your favorite piece of dialogue

I've already replied to this one, so I tried to think of a different scene. This might sound strange, but I really like the chapter in TW3 where Cami leaves (3x18, I think). It's a big shift compared to what happened on the show and I enjoyed writing it so much. Every scene Cami has with one of the characters has become a personal favorite of mine (Elijah, Klaus and Caroline), as well as some of the other ones (like Klaus and Caroline towards the end, where Caroline reflects on their relationship in light of Cami's departure). I feel like so much about that chapter was just pondering over where the story started and where they are now.

But Klaus and Cami's scene is definitely my favorite. I know, ironic lol But writing this story made me realize there was a world where I could've enjoyed Klaus and Cami, even romantically (at some point) if they'd been done right, rather than shoved together through awful writing and nonsensical events for the sake of pushing something that was so obviously not happening on screen (the chemistry!). They could've been cute together! And in a friendly situation, they really were. Klaus here does way more for Cami than he ever did on the show, and I loved writing the point where the two of them are finally like 'I think I'll miss you'.

Besides, if there's one thing I love writing is Klaus and Caroline's relationship through other characters' eyes lol It's my favorite thing. And this had Cami using the powers of her psychobabble (so annoying on the show) for good! Her analysis of Klaus here is spot on.

So anyway, under read more.

3. What’s something you learned about yourself as a writer?

That I can't shut up for the love of me. I don't know how to write short stories. I don't know how to keep a concise chapter. Somewhere along the way, I lost my capacity for 2k words chapters or fics and I don't know where it went. That's actually something that I have tried very hard to fix, but even when I manage to make progress, two months later I'm back in my bullshit. I personally love shorter stories, stories that manage to pack loads of information, and characterization and even world building into incredibly short and well-crafted sentences, and I can't even give you a short reply to this ask. I'm just a malfunctioning fic writer, man.

Thanks for your ask! ☺️

Klaus doesn't know what to say. An apology at this stage would serve her nothing. It's too late to regret anything, for both of them. And offering solace or moral support is not exactly his style. Which begs the question, "Why are you telling me all this?"

"Honestly? I don't even know. The idea had been swirling around in my head, but it wasn't fully formed until I put it out there. I had to tell someone so it would feel real. And it's easier to confess to you than... Well." She shrugs apologetically, takes another sip off her drink. "Remember when we first met? You were so damaged... Manipulative. Angry. People were just things that you used to get what you wanted."

"Such harsh appraisal," he scoffs. "Though, I admit, accurate. What makes you think I've changed?"

"I don't. But for a really long time, I thought you were just an asshole with too much power."

"Shower me with more impeccable compliments, why don't you? Whatever makes you happy."

Cami grins and plows on. "I don't think you've changed, necessarily, but... I came to realize that there was more to you than that."

"And what changed your mind?"

"Caroline," she replies without missing a beat. Klaus laughs. "I understood a lot about you when I met her. More importantly, I realized that if you could love her the way you do, it meant there was some humanity in you, after all. Even if it's your own twisted brand, it's there. Whatever you were to everyone else, you weren't to her, or to your daughter. You're good to them, Klaus. You go out of your way to protect them, make them happy. I've seen you show kindness, mercy, consideration - even to me. All because of her. Caroline makes you a better person. If nothing else, then out of some selfish desire to stay in her good graces. Maybe it's just transitory. By your standards, this is all very new. It could just run its course, and in ten years' time, you'll be back to being a heartless jerk."

“Your faith is touching."

"But I don't think that's what it is. I think she has inspired real goodness in you. The selfless kind. And I think it will stick because it makes you happy, too. At the end of the day, that's what we all aspire to. Even evil overlords. I realize you have demons that you might never be able to tame, but... You should always just do the best you can."

Klaus' lips curve into an honest smile. "Is that your professional assessment?"

"Hell, no. None of this comes from science. I'm just being mellow and nostalgic."

"Well... Barbed remarks aside... I would be genuinely flattered, if it didn't sound an awful lot like a goodbye."

“After everything... Being your therapist, your stenographer, even your roommate for a little while... It just felt right to say something before I leave. It feels like…” She stops, considering. “Closure. You were my door into this world, after all.”

"Whatever questionable intentions I may have had at the beginning, I really did enjoy our conversations, Camille. I will miss them. I do hope, wherever you land, you find more poor sods with impossible complexes to help you pass the time."

She laughs, refilling their glasses and clinking them together. "I don't think there's anyone out there who will ever come close to a Mikaelson, but I'll toast to that."

#yokan answers #marginally-accurate #ask game

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sunnyie-eve · 1 year

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Gold Bars(Pt.6)

Series: Never Leave You | OBX

Paring: (JJ Maybank x OFC! Rafe Cameron x OFC!)

Word Count: 2410

Warnings: mention of abuse, JJ being jealous

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John B tells the other three that the gold never actually went down with the Royal Merchant; it's been at Tannyhill the whole time. The message about the wheat is code for gold and they just need a survey map to figure out exactly where it's hidden.

"What the plan?" Pope asks.

"Good question. So Sarah Cameron's coming tonight. She'll bring an original survey map-," Kiara cuts John B off not happy she was involved now.

"Do I look like the type of person to fall for Sarah Cameron?"

"Do you want us to answer that, or?" Pope looks at him so John B tells him to stop and Kiara complains more.

"Kie, I get it you don't like her or trust her but if we want to get this gold, and she's the only person that can give us the map to find it… we have to work with her a bit whether you like it or not. It's her being involved somewhat or no gold. What do you choose?" Callie looks stands up from where she was sitting.

Kiara groans because Callie had a point so they all go to John B's van to go meet with Sarah. John B goes alone to see her while the other four wait in the van. A few minutes pass and Kiara and Callie hear yelling for help then they all do running over to find Sarah begging for help as John B laid on the ground passed out.

Help arrives taking John B to the hospital and Sarah goes with him while the others go home hoping he would be fine. When Callie got home her aunt and Joey weren't home yet.

"Now… You've had me worried all day!" Callie slaps JJ's chest as they walk into her room. "I knew he would do something to you!" Callie looks at him in better lighting.

"I'm fine."

"No, you aren't JJ! I know how Luke is and I know what it's like. It's okay, to tell me the truth. You don't have to lie to me." She tears up.

"When he passed out on the couch… before I let I pointed the gun at his head. I wanted to pull the trigger to end it all but I couldn't." He tears up so Callie wraps her arms tightly around him.

"As much as I would love for that man to die… I wouldn't be able to pay for you to get out of prison."

"I meant what I said… you look beautiful tonight." He whispers rocking her side to side.

She pulls back to look at him, "You look cute in a waiter outfit." She giggles. "So what exactly happened to when the assholes corner you?"

"Before they could do anything security showed up. As I was leaving Rafe told me to tell you, you look pretty hot for a Pogue. I turned around to punch him." JJ looks up rolling his eyes.

"God, you make me want to kiss you." Callie laughs.

"Thought you wanted to go slow? Just flirty friends?"

"You're making it really hard for me not to speed shit up. You aren't in the friend zone circle… you have one foot on the line and one foot outside of it. And I would love it if you at least kept both feet on the line." She steps up to him.

"I can't help where I end up in your friend zone circle. You decide where I go not me. I have no control ma'am. But I will wait until you pull me out of there. I promise I'll never get tired of waiting for you. Trust me, I've been waiting for ten years…" JJ gets his clothes to get ready for bed.

The next day at The Wreck John B lets the others know that he was staying with the Camrons since Ward is helping him out. Pope and JJ decided to joke around with him now living over in Figure Eight.

"It's out of whack cause the guy was ganja'd when he drew it." JJ looks at the map.

"It's cause the coast has changed so we just have to look for landmarks that haven't changed." Callie looks at him then at the map.

"What about the old forts?" John B suggests.

"Battery Jasper." Kiara points at the map so they head out looking for parts of the map that hasn't changed.

The five end up at the Crain house, "I heard that Mrs. Crain buried her husband's head in the property." JJ says and they all look at the house.

"I never really believed the stories of this place." Callie says as they walk in the property.

"What stories did you hear?" JJ walks up next to her.

"The one where she killed her husband with an axe and that she's been holed up ever since. On certain nights when the moon is full, you can see her in the window." Callie says in a spooky playful tone.

"No, it's not funny, cause it's all true. I swear to God, guys, this is all real. I knew Hollis. Jeez!" JJ says then goes on to explain the story he was told.

The group then has to split up to search around better, "I'll search the northeast quadrant, you search the northwest." Pope tells JJ walking off.

"The decapitation quadrant." JJ tells him.

"Oh, come on." Callie grabs his arm dragging him with her to look but they don't find shit.

They all end up under the house looking since it was the only place they haven't looked, "Down came Mrs. Crain and cut off all our heads. Up came the sun and dried up all the blood." JJ sings.

"Can you stop?" Callie turns around to look at him annoyed. "I don't think there's any water down here." Callie looks around.

Kiara and John B end up fighting about Sarah then slapping each other because of mosquitoes then they all start to swat them. "Why are there so many mosquitoes in a basement?" Pope asks.

"There water somewhere then down here or they wouldn't be here." Callie says and they both look at the wooden floor and find out there was water underneath.

"Well, well, well." Pope says as they all look down it.

"That was a good dad joke." John B tells him.

"They built this part of the house right over it." Kiara says.

"This is where she hid the bodies." JJ sparks Lu making everyone tell him to stop it.

"So we found water." Pope looks at John B.

"We're gonna need a really big rope."

Back at John B's place, he invites Sarah and Kiara was not happy. She didn't trust Sarah one bit and said he had to choose between her or Sarah before storming off so Pope goes after her.

Caught in a difficult position, John B decides to try and get Kie and Sarah both on the same page as he realizes he needs both of them for the mission ahead. In order to do that, he concocts a drastic plan to force their hand. John B's mission was to get Sarah and Kie onto an abandoned boat in the open water together and left alone to deal with their issues so that's what they did the next day.

At the moment Sarah was locked away on the boat and when Kiara arrived Callie, JJ, and John B acted like they couldn't fix the boat. As she checks the boys and Callie rush off jumping into the water swimming to Pope. They other two girls were pissed but John B told them not until they figure it out.

"You think they will make up?" JJ asks Callie as they head to John B's place.

"They'll talk it out when they get high." She nods her head.

While Kiara and Sarah are forced to makeup, the others drink and smoke back at home having fun. At the moment Callie went home to get a bag of clean clothes so it was just the boys.

"Why exactly did you kiss Callie?" JJ asks a little drunk staring at his best friend.

"Wait, you kissed Callie? When? Before Sarah right?" Pope looks at John B.

"Why are you randomly bringing this up now? You didn't care when I told you." John B asks confused.

"Someone wants to fill me in? I thought no secrets or no Pogue-on-Pogue macking." Pope looks between the two.

"After running from the lighthouse he kissed her and before that he flirted with her." JJ moves his hands around with holding a beer.

"Again, why are you bringing it up?"

"Just answer, why did you kiss her?" JJ raises his voice.

"Because she cared about me! And I missed her and she was beautiful, and I just wanted to. I liked her when we were younger to man." John B shouts out at him.

"But I liked her first! You knew how much more I liked her and you go and kiss her!" JJ stands up from the hammock.

"She didn't kiss me back so she didn't feel the same JJ." John B sighs.

"I know she didn't because she told me. And guess what she kissed me! Twice! Hey, cupcake, your back." He smiles as Callie shows up.

"Is everything okay?" She looks at each of them.

"You kissed JJ, twice?" Pope looks at her so she looks at a drunk JJ.

"The first one was just to get him to wake up. The second one he kissed me." She looks back at the other two. "We said we're just friends." She adds as JJ lays back down on the hammock.

"I'm going to bed. We have to get the girls tomorrow." John B heads inside slightly hurt deep down that she kissed JJ but not him.

"I guess I'll get some rest too. You can babysit him." Pope heads inside as well.

"What happen to our kiss being a secret?" Callie slaps JJ.

"I'm sorry, I was just mad at why John B kissed you so I said you kissed me instead of him." He looks up at the sky.

"You don't need to be mad." Callie lays next to him, "Because like you said, I kissed you not him. Can you tell me what that means?"

"You like me not him." JJ looks at her.

"Exactly." She gives him a smile.

With Sarah and Kiara now on the same page with their problems in the past, the group head back and checks out the well the next night. When they get to the garden, it turns out there are motion sensor lights so Sarah and Kie are forced to shut them off by heading inside the house.

When the two get the lights off the other four head to the basement setting up to lower Callie down since she was the lightest out of the four.

"Guys, I have one request… Don't drop me." Callie tells them so JJ plays around.

Even though Callie wasn't heavy it was still hard for Pope and JJ to be careful since all they had was a rope. John B didn't help holding the rope since he was watching Callie go down and was the messenger between the two if it got difficult to hear as she got farther.

While JJ was trying to get situated he falls and Pope couldn't hold the rope alone so Callie falls fast yelling whoa.

"I had one request!" Callie yells up.

"You good, Cals?" John B points his flashlight down.

"What the hell happened?" She looks up at him.

"Little technical difficulties with JJ." He tells her so JJ says sorry.

"Just keep going, but slow please." She tells him and he tell the boys.

As they lower her she looks down trying to see the bottom finally after some time she sees the shitty water, "I'm hanging over sewage looking water."

"You want back up?" John B asks her.

"Not yet, just keep going." She tells him so they lower her into the water and it was cold. "Eww, I'm at the bottom!" She lets them know.

"How is it down there?" Pope asks.

"Worse than I thought. I'm starting to regret trading places with John B to make this easier for you guys." She looks at the shitty water.

"Find any gold yet?" JJ asks her.

"If I did, I would have told you." She feels something with her foot, "Here goes nothing." She holds her breath going under to pick it up but it was a jaw of a skeleton making her freak out. "JJ! JJ! Pull me up! Please! Pull me up! JJ! Come on! JJ! Please!"

They start to pull her up and John B helps since she sounds terrified but they stop when she yells wait over and over as she pulls some of the well rocks finding a hole. "I think I found something. Give me a minute." She tells them so she starts to crawl through the hole getting muddy. As she gets to a bigger part she finds a hold bar then look around seeing more as she moves mud around.

"Callie, it's time to go!" JJ yells out to her as the girls come rushing down talking about Mrs. Crain attacking them.

"I'm coming!" She tells grabbing some gold then crawls back. As they pull her up they had to stop as Mrs. Crain came down with a shotgun so Callie used her body strength to climb up. The group was no longer there but Callie was right behind them jumping into the moving van.

"Are you okay? Are you shot?" JJ asks worried as he drives.

"You look disgusting." Pope looks at Callie sitting there out of breath.

"You smell like ass." Kie makes a face.

As they group talk about what happened Callie pulls out the gold bar till someone notices them and ask what it is. "We did it! I did it!" She yells making everyone cheer.

"Full Kook! Full Kook! Full Kook!" They all chant loudly.

"Okay, so what made you freak out?" JJ asks as he hoses her off to get the mud off her when they get back.

"You were right, Mr. Crain. There was a skeleton jaw down there." She tells him taking off her dirty clothes.

"I told you!" He shouts at her.

"So what exactly did you see?" John B walks over to the two.

"There was like 500 bars or more like thousands. I couldn't tell because it was all muddy but it was everywhere. Covering the walls, stacks of it." She says rinsed off.

"Wohoooooo!" He hugs her before rushing off with Sarah to get back to her place.

"We should get to your place so you can actually take a shower." He tosses her one of his tank tops to put on since she was just in her bra and underwear.

"Yeah, I still smell." She puts it on them finds a pair of John B's shorts to put on as well.

#obx #outer banks #obx ff #obx jj #obx john b #obx kiara #obx sarah #obx pope #obx rafe #jj maybank #john b routledge #kiara carrera #pope hayward #rafe cameron #sarah cameron #jj mayback imagine #obx jj maybank #rudy pankow #rafe cameron imagine

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vizthedatum · 1 year

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There will always be a part of me that wishes I had never left.

I had to leave, knowing that I woke up that day (and every single day prior for the past several years) choosing and falling in love with someone who was not choosing and falling in love with me.

I had to leave, not knowing whether I'd be begging to return ("I'll do anything - I'll isolate for 30 days or forever. Please, I love you. I'll do whatever you want.") or never returning again ("Hi Jon. This is Pri. I am safe. I am going to hand the phone over to a friend who is helping me. Her name is [--] and she is going to read from a script. Hi Jon. I am helping Pri. They are safe. I am reading from a script they wrote and gave me permission to read to you. Pri no longer feels safe being in a relationship or in contact with you. They will be seeking a divorce immediately. They have no desire to hear from you or speak to you except in relation to concluding your current lease, the logistics of the divorce, and ending utilities under their name. Ideally, Pri will continue to pay their half of the rent and utilities until your lease concludes in the summer.").

I had to leave, loving you.

I had to leave when I thought I would die if I left. I had to leave, hoping you'd tell me and everyone else that you were wrong. That you were hurting me. That you were sorry that you hurt me so many times. That you would get help. That you would finally go to couple's counseling with me. That YOU WERE WRONG.

I had to leave, knowing that you might never get it. That people might not believe me. That I would lose so many people in my life.

I had to leave, knowing that you'd hate me.

I had to leave, blowing my entire life up and not knowing how it would turn out.

I had to leave, questioning myself "why? this isn't real abuse. this can't be real abuse. they tell me they love me every day. there is virtually no physical violence. i've been raped and assaulted so many times before - this isn't like that, right? this isn't really real mind control. they can't do this knowing what i've been through. they know what consent is. they know what it looks like when i'm in pain. they love me. they're doing what's best for me. they will take care of me. we made vows. we're married. we're family. we're best friends. i married my best friend. i married my best friend. I MARRIED MY BEST FRIEND."

I had to leave, not knowing what I consented to and what I didn't consent to. I had to leave, disabled and in pain - not knowing if I'd flare so hard that I wouldn't be able to walk or be functional... or if I'd get better. I got so much better. Can't you see that I'm healthier now? Can't you see that you took my shine away from me, all those years, without remorse or acknowledgment?

I had to leave, knowing that you took years off of my life - that you put me in such stressful situations, my brain couldn't process it. I just wanted to stay until I couldn't feel anymore. If I stayed, there was no doubt I'd become more visibly disabled... maybe then you'd actually internalize that I am disabled (or maybe you'd just resent me more).

I had to leave, with everything I could fit in my car, including my violin.

I had to leave, just to be homeless for several weeks... and dysregulated for months.

I had to leave while fighting to be strong when I didn't want to. I DON'T WANT TO BE LIKE THIS. It's entirely too hard and too unreasonable. I don't want to be strong anymore. I'm so tired.

I had to leave while my brain was screaming, crying, fighting, pleading, yearning, persuading me... that it isn't that bad, please just stay. Go back to being monogamous. Go back to being a girl. Go back to masking. Go back to being subservient. Go back to people-pleasing. Go back to ignoring things that don't make sense to you. Go back to being yelled at for communication styles that only your partner yells at you for. Go back to apologizing profusely. Go back to your nervous system being constantly on alert. Go back to feeling like the way you touch, kiss, move, and behave are all wrong. Go back to not really being kissed even when kissed. Go back to the weaponization of intimacy. Go back to being the stupid epidemiologist who should take healthcare advice from a programmer with no experience in healthcare. Go back to trying not to mess up, but messing up anyway, then being yelled at, then trying to remember all the things not to mess up, then messing up again, then being yelled at that you don't really care/love them, then being yelled at that you're doing it on purpose, then being yelled at about how much they have to put up with, then getting so stoned or dissociated that you can think again... all the while wondering if you were the abuser all along.

I had to leave, loving and believing in you so hard that subsequently, for weeks, I told everyone that you didn't mean to hurt me, but that you did, and that maybe you'd change and make it up to me... and having everyone I confided in look at me with such sadness and pity, while I fell apart.

I had to leave, knowing that there will always be a part of me that wishes I had never left.

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trashlie · 2 years

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OMG!!!! Why did I assume that both Minhyuk and Maya knew Alyssa was related to Shinae's incident. It seems so unlikely after that Fast Pass. So, Maya doesn't like Alyssa simply because she overheard her badmouthing Shinae. And I doubt Minhyuk knows anything about the girl drama unless someone clued him in. Alyssa could've left the school without anyone ever finding out!

I am absolutely going to answer things out of order, I'm SO sorry! This one just feels most prevalent with regards to this week and last week's FP. I'm so sorry I didn't get this answered last week, but I would like to preface this with the note that you sent this to me immediately following FP ep 201, just because 202 better confirms things you brought up.

You also bring up something that I'd like to get deeper into, and I'm going to try to get a separate post going with all of that!

As usual, spoiler thoughts follow under the cut (though for once it's not very long!)

I think we all were under the impression they all knew about Alyssa's involvement and how it happened! In all the times I've ever talked about it, I certainly operated under the assumption that there were more teachers involved, that someone would have witnessed it, that there discussions with parents. But to know that Alyssa probably went home school that day and begged her parents to take her out of school and probably never told them what happened is so shocking. I've talked a lot about how I had a feeling she never really got to deal with those feelings, whether talking to a therapist or her parents, but I can't believe it's so much worse than I ever thought. Does Meg even know? I get the feeling that she does not!

Before 202, I was definitely thinking Minhyuk also didn't know, because surely if Maya, who had actually been at school, had no idea, I can't imagine word of mouth would have gotten to him, either. Something even more interesting to note is that scene where Shinae finds an Alyssa ad out while she's shopping with Maya and Maya is SO flippant about it like, hey I know she's your ex bestie and all but she SUCKED. And with what WE knew even then, it seemed like such a FRIVOLOUS comment to make about the person who pushed Shinae, didn't it? But now that we know she doesn't know THAT part, just that Alyssa was, indeed, a sucky friend who Maya thinks Shinae has no reason to miss is like... wow.

I think there's a lot we could read further into re Maya but I think I'll save that for the aforementioned post where I can gather all my thoughts together and try to be more coherent, but yes, I think that's a good summation of it. Like, even though Maya has her grudge and hadn't resolved her own feelings, I think she knew well enough as an outsider that the way Alyssa treated Shinae and acted with her was nasty and not fair to Shinae. Again, something I enjoy about this story is that there is nothing that is truly black and white. Maya may have her own grudges and doesn't like Shinae for her own reasons, but she can at the same time dislike Alyssa for how SHE acted. There's just so much depth that I really enjoy, all these layers that continue to peel away.

I think the lack of knowledge about Alyssa's involvement really affected how Minhyuk turned out in the present. I mean, to be fair, all of 201 showed us how the characters were affected and turned into the versions of themselves we met in the present, but I'll get into that a little more in that separate post, but the unknowing is probably WHY Minhyuk was so overly protective even to this day. The combination of knowing that Shinae was being bullied but her private nature and refusal to open up left him trying to answer questions that she would not. It makes so much sense now why he goes overboard in the future - he's far too used to Shinae telling him she can handle things and taking on more than she should, even before the formal. And after she finally broke and told him everything going on, all of the things she can't handle, all the ways she's been struggling with? Minhyuk finishing his classes early to hop the earliest flight home so that he can go investigate her place of work makes perfect sense and seems like a logical reaction in his place. Not to be dramatic, but the impact this one incident had on so many characters is really huge! Not only Alyssa and Shinae but Shimhan, Maya, Minhyuk, maybe even Shinae's math club teacher? What an awful incident to deal with, and when you don't have all the pieces, how do you learn to make peace with it?

#I Love Yoo #ILY Spoilers #ILY FP #ILY Brainrot #Shinae Yoo #Maya Park #Minhyuk Park #Alyssa Cho #I'm absolutely going to get into this deeper in a post that I'm loosely writing already! I guess I want to put all of the 201 and 202 stuff #in one post if i can because BOY DO I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS #but most especially i think it's that 201 really demonstrates how much this incident affected not only Shinae but EVERYONE #again i know people have their feelings about this whole arc but it's clearly important to quimchee to highlight the full effect of this #incident. it wasn't just how it affected Shinae it was how it affected everyone connected to her including Alyssa #I fully believe this is going to be a continuing theme as we go further into the story or else there would have been no reason to spend so #time on this. but also i think some people read this story one way when it's written another and like i'm not saying you can't do that but #i guess it's like... sure you can want to see certain things happen in this story and yearn for romance and stuff like that but #trauma is and has always been a root of this story and it's all grades of trauma it's how it affects the ways we connect and grow #the way it can stunt that progress and blind you the ways that your own trauma can hold you back the way you can play a victim when it'#the only role you know the way sealing yourself off isn't the protection it seems #and in order to get deeper into that we have to get deeper into the meat of the story #i'm sure in time we'll have a similar arc with Nol where we get to visit all the things we thought we knew and have those flipped around to #or the things we can only speculate on #and thus i want to talk a little more at length about 201 and 202 together!#i just have such STRONG feelings over these recent episodes like listen i read 201 and i just started CRYING it was SO HARD #just the sheer helplessness the futility the way it began to eat at her and it just NEVER stopped until recently and UGH how it all BLEW UP #I HAVE! SO! MANY FEELINGS! AND OUR CONTINUED PARALLELS ;A; god listen. my heart!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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eternal-armin · 2 years

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love song.

as a diviner, you see things that happen in the future. but there are just some things you can't share, whether it's in your job description or not. even to your girlfriend. reader: neutral. cw: knowing you're gonna die, one-sided sadness, some light gore descriptions. a bit shorter than my other fics. it was either dying angst or actual marriage fic. maybe someday.

gazing at her face, there was no way in hell you would be able to tell her. so you summoned a tired smile and crawled under the sheets beside her. you let her hug you, and hid away from her eyes.

you tried to ignore the tears in your eyes and hugged her back.

"so how was your day, cupcake?" vi hummed. you envied how cal she sounded, how tired and content she was. you wouldn't even be able to sleep.

"uhm... uneventful. same old, same old." your voice cracked. paying no attention to it, you hoped she wouldn't either. but just as surely as she hugged you and loved you now, she could see right through anything you pretended. this was the only time you hated it.

"you don't sound all too good. maybe you're getting sick," vi mumbled into your hair. her voice was just vaguely concerned. if you had the strength to look at her, all the worry would be in her eyes. you knew that.

somehow that simple act of knowing her just made everything a little worse.

"what if i am? you're not gonna leave, are you?"

"mm, no. sick or not, i'll never stop cuddling you." she responded so confidently, as if she knew the future. she didn't. you did.

you hugged her tighter, burying your face in her chest.

she chuckled quietly. "you're really affectionate tonight, darling," she mumbled. "not that i don't like it."

there were some things that she couldn't see without looking at you. that's kind of what you were aiming for. just keep her happy for as long as possible. maybe you could slip out of her grasp in the night. words continues to echo in your mind.

can do me one last favor, cupcake? say goodbye to me now, and leave before i wake up?

there was some universe where you had the courage to tell her, but this wasn't it. how were you supposed to tell her that tomorrow is the day you die and that she can't do a thing about it? it wasn't painless, either. it wasn't able to be avoided. it hurt so much more knowing that her heart would be broken for... ever. you didn't care that you were gonna die at this point.

"i-i just wanted cuddles. kind of in a melancholy mood," you mumbled. you couldn't completely lie to her. "can you, uhm, hug me tighter?" your voice completely shattered again.

"oh, sweetheart, of course." vi didn't ask any further questions. she knew that you would tell her if you were comfortable- and you never would be. but she kept her word, and she hugged you tight and cozy, her strong arms enveloping you completely.

"whatever you want. alright, precious?"

"thank you," you mumbled. you squeezed your eyes shut, tears wetting her shirt. "thank you for everything. you're incredible, y'know that?"

"mm, i do. i hope you know you're far more incredible than i am, though." she hummed contentedly in response. you could hear the grin in her voice. "hey, i have a question."

you nodded.

"what's in our future? i mean, if you can't see right now, it's fine. i get it, you're not really that emotionally available. but i'm just curious." vi began absentmindedly stroking your hair. "maybe it'll make you feel better to see something nice."

you wanted to break down and sob into her. you wanted to tell her every detail and beg her to protect you like she always managed to, like she always promised she would. from the first day she was smitten with you. somehow you had the strength not to cry. you already knew what you were going to see, but you took a few deep breaths to calm yourself.

"please let me go, please, i don't have it! i-i promise, i don't have it!" you choked out through the hands around your neck.

"let them go! let them go, you piece of shit!" there was more desperation in her voice than anger, but she still sounded pissed. you glanced at her for half a second, watching her struggle, wounded and tired and heaving each breath.

you started to feel dazed, dizzy, physically deprived of oxygen which made your body tingle painfully. you couldn't get anything in or out of your throat. you tried to speak, tried to do anything, but nothing came out. it was pure agony, like hot metal pooling in your head and melting your skull. you mouthed the word 'stop' so many times you lost count.

"you're killing them! please! i'll get you the fucking gemstone, let them go! please- let them the fuck go!" she spoke big words. as always. her voice was heartbroken and shaky. you weren't dead yet and she was already sobbing over you.

black spots completely clouded over your vision. eventually, you stopped struggling, your arms going limp at your sides.

your hearing was the last to go.

all you could hear was her screaming and crying.

seeing it again made your stomach churn.

"i-i... you were right. i can't see much. but i-i think you finally put that ring on my finger," you joked. hearing her laugh at the callback made everything feel a teeny bit better. "a lot of turmoil... but it was worth it."

"y'know, i was thinking about getting you that ring," she teased.

"doubt it," you mumbled. all you wanted was to live in a world where you could see her proposal, cry and accept it.

"hm. i'll have to prove it."

how did she still manage to make you so happy? you felt like when you first fell for her. head over heels, just like she did for you. puppy love without the inevitable ending, where you both were always happy together and sad apart. where on touch made everything so much better. where one word made you know what to do. you didn't believe in soulmates before you met her.

or maybe she just showed you what it meant to be soulmates.

"i love you, vi. forever and always. don't you ever forget that."

"i won't, as long as you don't either."

you wouldn't. for as long as you lived and beyond that.

"if i die first i'm waiting for you at the gates. no matter how long until i see you again." your voice broke. play it off like you knew nothing, and comfort her in advance. make sure you give her promises you can keep.

"if you die first, i'm going to hell because i didn't protect you."

"if i die first and you go to hell, i'm gonna kill god."

both of you laughed. at least your tormenting heartache eased when you heard that beautiful sound. having even one last moment like this with her made it a little bit easier to face your death. even when you still counted down the minutes.

"i love you, [y/n], but if anyone's killing god, it's not gonna be you."

you snuggled against her again even as she giggled, enjoying her comfortable and cozy warmth. you took a deep breath, greeted by the remaining scent of her fading cologne. you bit your lip, hoping dearly you wouldn't start sobbing. surely you had the strength to repeat the cycle.

"can you... can you hold me like this all night?"

"of course. i would love to, cupcake."

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badreamiest · 2 years

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maybe you could write some mel x fem!reader nsfw hcs? the reader is also a councillor, and they switch or smt.

ABSOLUTELY I CAN

DOM MEL HCS-

• I feel like Mel would see you getting stressed during meetings.

• Biting your nails, twirling your hair, playing with your hands, or shifting in your seat.

• Once she notices, she won't leave you alone about it!

• She'll definitely give you space if you ask, but she'll try to pry out what's bothering you in any way she can.

• Whether you do or don't tell her, she'll offer to help you.

• "I can help calm your nerves, Darling. Just wait until we get home."

• When you both get home, she'll lead you into the bedroom and work away at all your tension.

• Her speciality is eating you out, but she can do MANY other things too.

• Her tongue works like magic, undoing all your stress and anxiety. You'll 100% see stars.

• If she does do anything else, it'll be with a vibrator. In situations where you're stressed, she doesn't want you doing ANYTHING.

• She'll lay you on your back and will thrust the vibrator slowly until you're in a daze. She wants you to completely unwind.

• She'll 100% make sure you're so exhausted when you're done all you can do is sleep. She doesn't want you to think about work until tomorrow. Unless she still thinks you're too stressed for work.

• Aftercare would be her running you a bath and making sure you've got water and a snack.

• She'll join you in the tub and won't take you out unless you ask or pass out.

DOM READER HCS-

• When you notice that Mel has been drowning in work more recently and coming home late, you decide you should repay the favor from when you were stressed.

• You set EVERYTHING up before she comes home. Dinner, candles, laundry. Everything.

• When she walks through the door, she's instantly greeted by the smell of food, but when she sees that you're only wearing her shirt? She doubles over.

• "Love? What are you doing?" She'll question before setting down her bag and rushing over to you.

• "I was setting the house up for you, so it got kinda hot." You would explain before handing her the plate of food and rushing her to the table.

• She'll devour her food just so she can get her hands on you, but when she goes to pull you into the bedroom, you grab her hands lead her in.

• She'll be a bit confused but she'll quickly understand when you push her down onto the bed and turn to the dresser.

• Your style of topping her would include more of straps and vibrators than eating her out, but that's because she's louder when she's being completely filled.

• You'd quickly lube up your fingers and push them in.

• You bathe in the whimpers and groans she lets out, since she's not always willing to submit so easily.

• She loves to test authority, but when she knows that you're doing this to relax her because she's been buried in work, she lets you work at her.

• She'd beg for you to just fuck her already. Something along the lines of "Your fingers are heavenly, Darling, but I really REALLY need you rn! Please?! I'll be good! No more overtime! Mommy, please?!"

• Usually you're very giving but you'll definitely milk out more begs before actually giving her what she wants.

• When you finally lube up the strap and slip yourself in, she's already arching her back and spilling your name through her lips.

• You'll probably make her cum more than once. I mean-. You can't get enough of this woman's sounds and she's losing her mind over the tiniest things you do-.

• Aftercare would be you getting her some water and warm cloth for her forehead.

• She loves to feel you close to her when she's in such a vulnerable state. She'll cling to you once you're close enough and won't let go.

#mel x reader #arcane mel #dom reader #sub reader #dom mel #sub mel #arcane hc #mel smut #arcane smut #mel hc

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heterodickpaper · 2 years

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so, question: is kotku that bad or it's just because of theo's pov? personally, i can't hate her. and i tried.

first of all i love this ask tgf women fans rise up!!!

ok so i don’t have a definitive answer; like most things about tgf i feel like it’s up for interpretation, but i do have a lot of thoughts! i've actually been meaning to write a character analysis of boris heavily based on their relationship but i'll try to keep this mostly about kotku.

i’m not quite sure what you mean by “that bad,” if you mean like as bad as theo makes her out to be then i’m gonna say no. theo’s qualms with her mostly lie with her encroachment on his time with boris and the fact that she’s on boris’ mind 24/7. i think his hatred of her stems from jealousy rather than any issues with her personality (little tangent just to say that i think it's super funny that he doesn't seem to recognize that in some ways boris' infatuation with kotku is very similar to his own fixation on pippa). even he, in spite of his hatred of kotku, makes it pretty clear that she herself doesn’t really do anything that bad? at most she’s a little rude to her 15yo boyfriend’s friend which is honestly valid (not so sure abt the 18yo/15yo relationship that might make her "bad" but i don’t reeeaaally feel like it’s relevant here and also every choice anyone makes in the vegas chapters is morally questionable so). also from what the book tells us she's not any worse to boris than he is to her--so i wouldn't say she's manipulative or trying to take boris from theo either; she barely interacts with him.

the thing that's stuck with me most about her is what she says when theo's dad dies. boris calls her to tell her the news, as he's supposed to go over to her house--he would have gone but theo begged him to stay. she tells boris to stay with theo--she knows what it's like; she also lost her father. now i think this has some really interesting implications about boris too but i'm focusing on kotku! her reaction, in almost any other circumstance, would seem like nothing more than basic human decency. but it wasn't boris' first instinct to stay with theo, and in that context it would have been less surprising if kotku did make him leave. even theo seemed to have expected that outcome--he says "" (). we know that theo is an unreliable narrator, and his descriptions of people or events are often heavily shaded by personal bias. in this case, he's biased against kotku, but even that couldn't make her actions on the night of his dad's death seem bad. and if he was that wrong about her then, it makes sense to assume that his view of her is far from accurate.

and i don't hate her either! i think some people dislike her mostly because she gets in the way of boris/theo, which i understand because i love boris/theo but i think almost all the tgf relationships have a lot of potential! and boris and kotku have a really fun (if messed up) dynamic. they're like a couple who's been married 40 years but still haven't decided whether they're soulmates or archenemies.

#tgf analysis #tgf #the goldfinch #donna tartt #the secret history #theo decker #boris pavlikovsky #pippa blackwell #dark academia #tgf theo #tgf book #theodore decker #heterodickasks

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torikaku · 3 years

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Could you ask hc for Diasomnia when fem mc is a magical princess heir to the throne of a kingdom of generations of queens, she even has her own wand (like in star vs the forces of evil lol)? His magic from hers could be like Queen Eclipsa's! (sorry for my bad english qwq)

what an interesting coincidence: my lil' sister was watching svtfoe in the next room when I wrote your request XD But personally, I watched it a long ago and do not really remember anything from it, sorry :( (maybe, I'll rewatch it someday) so I wrote Reader/MC just as a princess with a magic wand

Not being afraid of him is already enough to catch his attention, but when Malleus discovers that you possess some unique magical powers, you pique his interest even more!

It turns out that you two have many things in common! Being an heir to the throne comes with a lot of responsibilities; you share with him your thoughts and burdens of what people expect you to be and what you have to do as a future ruler of your country. Sitting with you and having a cup of tea, Malleus nods along, clearly understanding your worries.

He's very interested in the magic you possess and wants to see it in action, even if it's some simple magic tricks. He's also fascinated by your magic wand, which looks absolutely different from his magic pen.

Of course, Malleus treats you with all the respect you deserve as a princess. He's always courteous around you and acts like a gentleman around you. When he comes across you, he always kisses your knuckles and says how charming you look today.

Oh, you're a princess? Then Lilia will be more than delighted to hear more about you and your kingdom, and how it differs from Valley of Thorns. Probably, he's the first one who discovers your status and starts to call you Princess [Name].

Anytime meeting you, he bows at you and kisses the back of your hand, winking, he tells you how delightfully you look in your outfit, even if you're just wearing the school uniform.

Lilia is curious about your world's magic, asking various questions and asking to show what you can do with your magic wand, which he finds really interesting and cool, since it absolutely differed from his own magic pen.

At first, he thinks about you as another nuisance that annoys his Young Master, but when he finally discovers your status, Sebek begs for your forgiveness almost on his knees for misbehaving around you. After all, as a princess you deserve to be treated accordingly.

And actually, he treats you nicely. He always greets you in the hallways and is ready to help you with anything you need, whether reaching things from high shelves or carrying heavy things for you.

Sebek examines carefully your wand in his hands (with your permission, of course!). He notes that it's the first time he sees such an unusual wand. He's dazzled by your magic, since it differs from the local one, but, of course, at the same time, he states that it will never be compared to his Young Master's.

Silver is already well-mannered around you and continues to treat you respectfully after discovering your identity. Like a true knight he is, SIlver is always ready to help the lady (aka you) in whatever you need.

He likes to have casual talks with you (when he has a free minute from his duties), especially in the garden: his forest friends come to visit him and they surround you as well, so that you look like a true princess from the fairytales he read.

Silver is interested in the magic you possess, mostly because it's from a different world. He will ask you if there's a possibility for you with your magic to help him with his sleepiness. Even if not, he's happy to see more magic tricks you can show.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x redaer #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia vanrouge #silver #silver x reader #twst silver #sebek zigvolt x reader #sebek zigvolt #.request

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lostinthewiind · 3 years

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Piss Off Your Parents - Part 5

Ukai Keishin - Haikyuu

Synopsis: freshly turned 18, you want to prove to your parents that you aren’t a child for them to push around anymore. First, get a job at the local corner store. Second, use the store owner’s 26-year-old son with piercings and a cigarette addiction to piss your parents off. Third, accidentally fall in love.

Rating: PG13

Warnings: arguing with parents, stereotyping?, reader's parents just being generally horrible people, angst

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"This is a horrible idea," you whispered to yourself as you got ready in your bedroom mirror, unable to concentrate for more than five minutes without a small panic attack taking over.

Your eyes flicked over to your clock every few seconds. Keishin was due to arrive at your family house for dinner in about thirty minutes and with every minute that passed, you asked yourself over and over again why you ever agreed to this.

Originally, when your parents had insisted on meeting your 'boyfriend' over a family dinner, your heart had dropped into the pit of your stomach; it was the worst feeling you had ever experienced . . . until you told Keishin about it jokingly and he actually agreed. Never before had you felt so sick to your stomach. Dinner was the last thing you wanted, and to make it worse, it was going to be dinner with your parents and fake boyfriend.

Shit.

More than once you had contemplated pretending to be sick or throwing yourself down the stairs, but you just couldn't go through with it. Every time you got close to backing out, a small part of your brain reminded you that this dinner might be the thing that changed your parents mind, and even though the odds of that actually happening were close to none, you couldn't give up without even trying.

So, with knots in your stomach and your palms sweating like never before, you continued getting ready for the evening and prayed that everything went as smoothly as possible.

If only you had known then that it would take much more than a prayer to save this evening.

When you heard the doorbell ring approximately thirty minutes later, your whole body froze and the thought of jumping out your second story window was starting to sound really appealing. But then, you remembered that it would be way worse if your mom or dad answered the door before you could so you rushed out of your room and down the stairs.

"I've got the door!" you shouted throughout the house, almost as if you were marking the front door as your territory and trying to scare anyone else away from it.

Standing in front of the door, you drew in a few deep, calming breaths before plastering a forced smile across your face and pulling the door open. Let the night of hell begin.

As soon as your eyes settled on Keishin, your smile faltered and you gasped. His dyed blonde hair was slicked back like usual, but instead of a headband, it was clear he had used gel. He had every hole in his ear stuffed with a black earring, and to top things off, he had showed up in jeans, a black t-shirt, and a leather jacket.

"What?" Keishin took a step back and examined his outfit. "You said to go all out. I did."

"I know, I know . . . I just . . ." You took a moment to compose yourself. "I didn't even know you owned a leather jacket."

"Yeah, well, you don't know everything about me," Keishin smirked devilishly, proud that he still had a few secrets to himself. "Well, are you going to let me in? I kind of want to get this dinner over with."

Opening the door wider, you stepped to the side and let Keishin inside your house. "You and me both," you agreed. "You sure you want to do this? We could both make a run for it right now if we act fast."

Shrugging the jacket off of his shoulders, Keishin shook his head. "Come on, at least give your parents a chance to change their minds."

Just then, your father's heavy footsteps could be heard exiting the kitchen and approaching the front door where you and Keishin stood together. Swallowing hard, you wiped the sweat from your palms on your clothes and sent one last pleading thought up to the heavens above, hoping that if there was a great being up there, they could be on your side tonight.

This was it. No turning back now.

"If your boyfriend has arrived, Y/N, please don't keep your mother and I waiting. Introduce us." Your father rounded the corner, stopping in his tracks when he set eyes on Keishin. Sure, you had told your parents all about your 'boyfriend', which was why they had insisted on this dinner in the first place, but Keishin was a man that words couldn't quite capture. "Oh. Hello." Your father reluctantly held out his hand to greet Keishin.

"Hello, sir." Keishin shook your father's hand without hesitation. "I'm Ukai Keishin. Keishin is fine though."

Seconds later, your mother joined the three of you. She had a similar reaction as your father had and was not subtle about it in the least. "So this is the man you've been seeing?" Your mother gave you an almost pleading look, like she was silently begging you to come clean and admit that you were joking.

Right off of the bat, things were not going well.

"Well, let me take your jacket and hang it up in the closet." Your mother stepped toward Keishin with the fakest smile you had ever seen on her face.

"Oh, there's no need." Keishin hung his jacket on the banister of the stairs. "I'll just end up taking it out in a little while anyway when I go out for a smoke. It's easier this way, but thank you."

You watched your mother's eye twitch and the smile she had forced threaten to crack. "You smoke?" You could tell that both of your parents were on the brink of snapping right then and there, but they had promised to actually get to know Keishin, and despite all the horrible things your parents did, breaking promises was not one of them.

"I do." Keishin grinned. "I know, I know, it's not good for me. Y/N tells me to quit all the time so I'm trying."

You let out a nervous chuckle as both your parents turned to face you. "Shall we head into the living room?" You started ushering everyone into the other room, hoping to change the subject as quickly as possible.

"Yes, let's have a seat." Your father nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving Keishin, watching him like a hawk. "Can I get you anything to drink, Keishin?"

"Just a water is fine, thanks." Keishin had obviously decided not to push his luck too hard because you had been fully expecting him to ask for a beer.

With that, both your mother and father disappeared into the kitchen; your mother to finish dinner and your father to collect the drinks.

Taking the brief moment of reprieve to breathe, you looked up at Keishin. "I've never seen my parents struggle between their flawless hospitality and kicking someone out of their house so much in my life," you chuckled lightly.

"I'm a bit of a shock." Keishin placed his hand on your lower back and led you toward the couch. "I brought out all the stops in the beginning so they could have the whole night to get used to me."

"How kind of you." You sat down, slightly caught off guard when Keishin sat down right next to you and slung his arm over your shoulders. You were about to ask him what he was doing, but then you remembered that the two of you were supposed to be an actual couple and this is what couples did.

As soon as you felt his touch on you, however, your mind flashed back to that night in the park a few weeks ago. Since then, neither one of you had spoken about what had happened on that bench; a wordless agreement between the two of you that you would just move on and pretend it didn't happen.

But as much as you pretended to forget, you never actually could. The feeling of Keishin's hands on your sides and his warm breath on your lips kept you up at night. As much as you tried not to think of him like that, you just couldn't help yourself.

"You seem really nervous," Keishin leaned closer to you a whispered. "You okay?"

Snapping out of your thoughts, you nodded quickly. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just trying not to freak out is all."

"Hey." Keishin tilted your head toward him so he could look you in your eyes. "You're their daughter. No matter what happens, they will always love you. Remember that."

You flashed a smile. Somehow, Keishin knew exactly what to say to help you relax. "Yeah . . . thanks."

Just then, your father returned with two glasses of water in hand. Handing one each to you and Keishin, you didn't miss the way his gaze settled on the sight of Keishin's arm around you.

"Thank you." Keishin grabbed his glass right away and took a sip. You, on the other hand, let your glass sit on the coaster on the table. Despite how dry your mouth was, you didn't trust your shaky hands to pick up the glass.

"Dinner should be ready soon," your father said as he sat down in his armchair across from you and Keishin. "So, Keishin, tell me about yourself. What do you do for a living?"

"Well, currently, I spend most of my time coaching the boys' volleyball team at Karasuno high school," Keishin answered, his eyes lighting up a little when he spoke about the team he coached; you could tell he really enjoyed it. "And my family owns Sakanoshita Market and I work there sometimes."

"Sakanoshita Market," your father repeated. "That sounds familiar."

You rolled your eyes, not surprised in the slightest that your father had forgotten the name of the place you had been working at for the past few months. "That's where I work, Dad," you told him. "That's how Keishin and I met."

"I see." Your father eyed Keishin and you were surprised that Keishin didn't shrink under the cold, hard gaze like you usually did. "So do you go after all the young women who work at your family store or just my daughter?"

"Dad!" you gasped, unsure whether to tell him off or apologize to Keishin on behalf of your father.

"It's okay," Keishin told you calmly before answering your father's question. "Actually, the store hasn't seen a new employee in years. For the longest time, it was just my mother and me. We are both very grateful for all the hard work Y/N puts in to help us with the store. She is a wonderful employee."

You couldn't help the blush that tinted your cheeks at the compliment. "Thanks."

"No need to thank me. It's the truth," Keishin said before leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to your lips. "And good thing you took the job too, or else we would have never met."

Keishin then shot a sparkling grin your father's way, completely blinding him and distracting him from the shocked expression on your face. You knew you told Keishin to act like the two of you were really a couple, but you never expected him to play the part so thoroughly.

Your father opened his mouth to no doubt interrogate Keishin some more, but before he could, your mother began setting the table and announced that dinner was ready.

Moving over to the table, you took a seat across from Keishin while your parents sat at the ends of the table. As your mother brought the dishes of food over, you took the chance to drink some water and parch your dry throat.

The thought of having to keep this awkward conversation up gave you a headache, but thankfully, Keishin seemed to be handling everything quite well. Just as you had expected, he took everything with a grain of salt and refused to let your parents get under his skin.

You wished you were able to do that.

After the four of you bowed your heads and said thank you for the food, you dug in. At first, everyone was too busy eating to say anything. Somehow, the silence was worse than when your dad had been firing off questions rapid fire.

"This is delicious," Keishin was the first to speak. "Thank you again for inviting me for dinner."

"Yes, o-of course," your mother wavered a little but somehow managed to voice her fake pleasure nonetheless. "Y/N has never dated anyone before so we were curious as to what kind of . . . person . . . had caught her eye."

Keishin nodded, letting the not-so-subtle rude comment roll right off his back. "Well, here I am."

"Yes, here you are indeed," your father muttered under his breath. Thankfully, it didn't seem as though Keishin had heard it, but you certainly had. "So, you said you coach high school volleyball. Is this a long-term thing or?"

Keishin thought for a moment before shrugging. "I'm not sure, honestly. I do enjoy it but I've never given much thought as to if I want to do it long-term. I started coaching because of special circumstances and just haven't stopped yet."

"Well, plenty of people coach and teach," your mother said. "You seem to enjoy working with kids, so have you ever considered becoming a teacher?"

"That doesn't sound like the worst job, but that would require me to have a teaching degree, which I don't have," Keishin responded.

"What degree did you get in university?"

Keishin chuckled. "I didn't go to university."

Oh God. Your jaw dropped and you wished that a black hole could just open up underneath you and suck you in. Out of all the things your parents hated most, people who didn't go to university were at the top of the list. They always told you that 'people who didn't go to university had no interest in investing in their future.'

Hence why they always pushed so hard for you to go the university they wanted so you could study what they thought would be best for you.

You watched your mother's face go red as she reached for her glass of wine a take a particularly large sip. "Community college, then?" she squeaked out.

"Nope, afraid not," Keishin answered, completely unashamed and even proud. "I started working for the family store right after high school."

The looks on your parents' faces that they didn't even try to hide filled you with a deep sense of shame. You didn't know how they could be so blatantly rude to someone they barely knew . . . well, actually, you did know, and that was the worst part. As much as you wished you could deny it, you had thought the same things about Keishin when you had first met him.

Hanging your head in shame, you let the suffocating silence of the dining room take over.

Feeling something brush against your leg, you looked up to see Keishin smiling at you from across the table. 'It's okay' he mouthed to you. You thought back to the time Keishin had told you he was a big boy who could take a little verbal ribbing and exhaled through your nose sharply, your mood lifting ever-so-slightly.

Keishin brushed his foot against your leg a few more times to remind you that you weren't alone at this dinner before he attempted to restart the conversation. "So what do you two do for a living?" he asked, looking to your parents.

"We are both lawyers," your father said.

You nodded and sighed. "Hence why they want me to go to law school."

"Oh, honestly, Y/N, you say that like paying for you to go to law school is abuse." Your mother shook her head disapprovingly. "Do you know how many children would kill for the opportunities you have been given and yet you want to throw them away just like that? You should be grateful."

You were about to retort but stopped yourself before you did, knowing that it would only serve to start the same argument that you had lost over and over again. No matter what you said on the matter, your parents refused to try and see things from your perspective.

It never once occurred to them that you might actually not want to be a lawyer.

"Tell me, Keishin, if you had a child who you could pay for to go to law school and they told you they wanted to pursue their dream of playing soccer, what would you do?" Your father turned to Keishin, suddenly interested in what he had to say on the issue.

"Dad, let's not talk about that now," you spoke softly, hoping to get him to change the subject.

"No, no, let's hear what Keishin has to say." Your father insisted.

Keishin thought for a moment before answering. "Well, I think I would just want my child to be happy," he said, his eyes leaving your father to look at you. "I made the mistake of not following my dreams after high school and I regret it every day, so I would tell my child to follow their dreams and try my hardest to be there to support them."

You smiled wide, surprised by how emotional Keishin's words made you feel. For a moment, it was just you and him, and he was saying everything you had ever wanted to hear. All you ever wanted for was someone to be in your corner . . . someone to support you whether your choice was a mistake or not.

"Congratulations, Y/N, you've found a dreamer just like yourself," your father scoffed, breaking you out of your happy trance. "Too bad dreams don't pay the bills."

"Well, when your future is working at a family-run corner store, dreams are all you have," your mother cackled, not even trying to be quiet about it.

Your father laughed as well. "Too true, honey."

"Mom!" you shouted at her, your anger taking over before you even had the chance to think about your actions.

"It's okay," Keishin told you again, reaching across the table for your hand.

You shook your head and tugged your hand out of his reach. "No, it's not okay!" You rose to your feet, finally having had enough. "This dinner was a terrible idea. I cannot believe you!"

"If you've finally come to your senses, darling, we can send Keishin on his way and-" your mother reached for you as well but you shrugged her off.

"I'm not talking about Keishin! I'm talking about the two of you!" You slammed your hands down onto the table, shaking the dishes of food. "The whole night you have been making offhanded remarks and rude comments about Keishin while he has been nothing but the perfect guest. I'm sorry, Keishin, but I can't sit here and let you take their abuse anymore. I've dealt with it my whole life and I won't let them do the same thing to you. You don't deserve that."

"Y/N, you're being a bit dramatic, don't you think?" your father asked, sipping his wine as if nothing was happening, which only made you angrier.

"No, father, I don't think so," you snapped back. "I think that you and Mom are being horrible and I cannot believe that this is how you're acting when meeting someone for the first time. What makes you think that you have the right to treat someone so poorly just because they don't live the same life or have the same ideals as you? You think you know what is best for me but you don't even know me, so how could you?! I would rather work at the corner store for the rest of my life if it meant being genuinely happy over being a snobby, emotionless lawyer any day."

While you vented in front of your parents, Keishin just stared at you wide-eyed, completely floored by how quickly your demeanor had changed from shy and uncomfortable to enraged and animated in mere seconds. The last time he had seen you like this was when you were going off on him and he was grateful your rage wasn't directed at him this time.

Aside from relieved, Keishin felt proud; proud of you for standing your ground.

An embarrassed look flashed across your mother's face. "Y/N, please-"

"No, just don't," you lowered your voice and took a few deep breaths. "I can't do this anymore. I can't keep pretending that I'm going to put up with your plans for me just so I can have a roof over my head. Mom, Dad, I'm not going to law school. I'm not letting you dictate my life anymore. I'm done."

Stepping away from the table, completely emotionally drained, you looked over your shoulder at Keishin. "Come on, let's go." You waved for him to follow.

Without a word, Keishin stood from the table and followed you to the front door where the two of you grabbed your jackets and got ready to leave.

"If you walk out that door, don't bother coming back!" You heard your father call after you as you left the house, but his threat didn't phase you in the least. If anything, never having to return to that house sounded like bliss right then.

Wrapping your jacket tight around your body to fight the cool evening wind, you sighed. "I'm sorry about that," you told Keishin as he walked silently beside you. "I should never have dragged you into my mess. You don't deserve to be treated the way my parents treated you."

"You don't need to apologize." He wrapped his arm around you once more and held you close, both to comfort you and to keep you warm. "I'm just worried about you. Are you okay?"

You felt tears begin to well in your eyes and frantically wiped them away. "I . . . I don't know," you answered truthfully. "I suppose I should just worry about one thing at a time, and since I've apparently got nowhere to spend the night now . . ."

"You'll spend the night at my place," Keishin stated plainly, not even bothering to ask if you wanted to or not. It was more like an order, but right then, you had nothing against him making decisions for you. As long as the choices weren't made by your parents, you didn't care who they came from.

"Okay," you exhaled. "Thank you."

As the two of you walked through the quiet night in the direction of the store, Keishin pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it. Without thinking, you wrapped your arm around his waist and leaned into him, the warmth he radiated bringing you some semblance of peace.

"I'm sorry tonight went so shit," Keishin spoke as he exhaled, smoke spilling from his lips.

"It's not your fault," you told him. "In fact . . . I don't think tonight could have gone any better. In the end, this is how it was always going to turn out. It's better I realize that sooner rather than later."

Keishin stopped and looked down at you. "That's not-"

"It's okay," you said those two magic words this time. "You remember when you told me that no matter what happened they would always love me because I'm their daughter?"

Keishin nodded.

"I wish you could have been right."

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#lostinthewiind #piss off your parents #part 5 #ukai keishin x reader #coach ukai #haikyuu smut #x reader #reader insert #reader imagine #series #ukai #keishin #ukai x reader

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bruhstories · 3 years

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Dazed and Confused

Summary: You and Connie have been friends for ten years, crushing on each other like a bunch of idiots who can't confess their feelings for one another. Until you go on a trip with your friends. Pairing: Connie Springer x Fem!Reader Warnings & Content: 18+, language, oral sex (female & male receiving), unprotected sex, weed smoking, alcohol consumption, f l u f f Word Count: 4.2 k

A/N: I got so pissed at that last anon that I finished this oneshot quicker lol. @fiaficsxo here it is!

You loved parties. Not the loud music and thick smoke, not the booze and smell of vomit, but your friends. Every time they gathered at someone's place, your heart fluttered, filled with happiness and content and long-lasting memories.

Connie had the brilliant idea of spending a week in the mountains during your spring break, and you wasted an entire night searching for the perfect cottage to rent. Luckily everyone was down with his suggestion, the only problem was how you'd sleep. Historia obviously wanted to share a room with Ymir. Mikasa and Eren were an item now, so they'd have to sleep together. Armin wanted to try his luck with Annie, so no one objected to that. Jean declared that he wanted to bunk with Connie, like the two eligible bachelors they were, and that left you and Sasha to share a room together. You didn't mind it, in all honesty you loved Sasha with all your heart — but you secretly hoped someone would pick up on your feelings for Connie and let you sleep with him. You weren't that lucky.

You packed your bag the night before the trip, obsessively ticking everything on your list and double checking every item and pocket. It was ready, with one item missing — the white lace babydoll smoothed on your dorm bed. You chewed the pen cap, debating whether to bring it with you or not. You bought it for special occasions, but you haven't had a dick appointment in a long time, and you doubted you'd have one this week. With a shrug, you decided to bring it — you never know what might happen. Nighttime passed quickly and you soon found yourself all dolled up, albeit still sleepy from all the tossing and turning, excited to make more memories with your friends.

The train station was packed with people, especially students who went back to their hometowns for the break, and you were relieved to find Armin and Mikasa there. You three were always punctual, followed by Jean and Annie. Eren, Sasha and Connie were always late, which is why you told them the train leaves at 7 am instead of 7:30. It was a dirty strategy, but no one wanted to miss such a fun opportunity because of those lazy fuckers. And lo and behold, they decided to appear at 7:15.

"That was some good thinking." Jean shook his head, hand sympathetically placed on your shoulder.

"I'm only glad you guys rolled with it." You laughed without noticing the way Connie stared at you, and even he didn't understand exactly what he felt. Was he grumpy because he hated morning, or was it Jean's hand on you that irked him?

"It's not polite to stare." Sasha pulled Connie out of his thoughts.

"I wasn't staring, I was looking." Connie rolled his eyes, gripping the handle of his suitcase a bit too tightly.

"I just don't get it why you don't tell her you like her." The girl popped a bubblegum baloon, proceeding to chew it very loudly.

"Are you kidding me? She obviously likes Jean. Look how she's laughing!"

Sasha placed an arm on his shoulder, a sheepish smile on her face. "You, my friend, are a dumbass."

"Takes one to know one."

To say that your friends were loud during the train ride was an understatement. They didn't really care about the nasty glares other passengers shot at them, opting to talk, sing, eat and practically embarrass themselves. But two hours later you arrived, and the fresh, crisp air of the mountains was a blessing. You didn't regret coming, all of you deserved a break after all the exams, studying and all-nighters you guys pulled.

"We could visit the military museum!" Armin suggested, but Connie scrunched his nose.

"We came here to get high, drink and spend time together, why the fuck would we visit some old ass building?"

"I'd like to go to the museum." You awkwardly smiled, earning a 'see?' from the blond. Mikasa, Eren and Annie backed you up, and since it was a democracy, you ended up leaving your bags at the cottage and touring the small town to find the military museum. The building wasn't massive, and inside it was dark, with crimson carpets and dim lights. It was actually quite a romantic atmosphere, had it not been for the weapons and armours displayed in glass cases. Connie watched you intently, taking in every movement, every flinch, every hair tucking, every scrunch of your cute nose. You absorbed the information, hungry for knowledge. This was something you and Connie didn't share — yes, you were down to drinking and smoking, but you were also eager to learn and study, while he always preached how 'you can always retake an exam but you can't relive a party.' He wasn't stupid by any means, but unlike you, Jean, Armin and Mikasa — who alwaysstudied and never skipped lectures — Connie would wing it and somehow end up getting better grades. His strategy didn't always work, and sometimes, when you were in college, he'd ask you to tutor him. Now you were second year undergraduates, and while you were studying different subjects, you still made time for each other.

"That's a nice, uhh..." Connie squinted, "...shotgun."

"It's a musket." You chuckled, your fingers accidentally brushing his as you turned around to face him.

"Shotgun, musket, same thing."

"Actually, muskets are muzzle-loaded and fire a single bullet, but shotguns pack multiple pellets in one shell." You explained. "I'm sorry, you're probably not interested in my ramblings."

"No, no, it's... interesting. I just wasn't expecting you to know so much about guns." He rubbed his nape and smiled at you.

"Well, I do study history, in case you forgot."

"How could I forget that?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" You awkwardly elbowed Connie. Why was it so hard for you to just tell him your feelings? Oh, right, because you've been friends for ten years and if he didn't like you back, it would only ruin a great friendship.

"It means you brag about it so much it's kind of hard to forget." He told you, quickly realising just how insulting that sounded.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that's how you felt..." You sighed, eyes darting back to the weapons.

"No, I didn't- forget it." Connie shook his head. Well played.

Back at the cottage, with enough food and booze to last the group a month, you decided to stay in your room for the rest of the day. It wasn't the first time you had embarrassing moments with Connie, but this particular one made you anxious to be around him. Did he really dislike you that much, or was it just friendly banter? If you were to ask him, you could find out, but every scenario in your head had a bad outcome, so avoiding him for now was the smartest choice. Sasha pleaded with you to spend the evening in the living room with everyone else, but you brushed her off, telling her you weren't feeling quite well.

"Text me if you need anything." She told you before leaving. It was immature to act this way, you knew that all too well, but it wasn't like Connie cared, right? You eventually decided to go downstairs after finishing a long episode of your favourite tv show, your stomach begging for nourishment. As silently as possible, you tiptoed behind the couch. The hallway was dim, the sun had already set, and the only lights were the ones from the wide TV screen in the living room where your friends were watching some corny horror movie. You could cut the suspense and tension with a knife, and when you dropped a teaspoon, everyone jumped.

"Sorry, sorry! It's just me!"

"Jesus Christ, Y/N, you almost gave me a heart attack." Jean got up from the floor and walked behind the couch. "How are you feeling? Sasha said you're ill."

"I'm fine, don't worry." You picked the spoon up and threw it in the sink. "It's just a headache, I'll sleep it off."

"Good, we need you here." The man wrapped an arm around you. "You're missing how Connie's crapping his pants at this shitty movie."

From the outside it would seem like you and Jean were a couple, but the truth was far from it. You two grew up together, his family was friends with your family, and what you had was nothing more than a brother-sister relationship. Jean's little remark earned a disgruntled look from Connie, you quickly picked up on that, and so you playfully jabbed him in the stomach.

"Connie's crapping his pants? You're the one who almost had a heart attack." You grinned.

"Oi, that was only because you dropped your stupid spoon. I was invested in the movie."

"Mhm, sure you were."

"Hey, you sure you don't want to join us?" Mikasa waved at you from the living room. You pondered over her question. Perhaps it wouldn't be too awkward to sit with them.

"Alright, sure, why not?"

"Come, sit next to me." Sasha shuffled to the side, but what she really meant by that was 'sit next to Connie', because she shuffled to the otherside.

The following two nights were surprisingly quiet, all you did was play board games, watch movies and walk around the town taking pictures. The tension between Connie and you seemed to dissipate, and you both forgot the unpleasant interaction you had on the first day. But on the fourth night, that's when shit hit the fan. Annie and Armin left for a date, and Eren and Mikasa wanted to spend the night alone in their room, leaving you, Sasha, Jean and Connie unsupervised, bored and tipsy. There was absolutely nothing good to watch on the TV, and you almost wanted to scream when your friends wanted to play truth or dare. It was one of those games you despised, because the whole point of it was to put the players in uncomfortable situations. And you didn't like being uncomfortable, unlike your friends.

"Jean, truth or dare?" Sasha beamed.

"Dare, duh."

"Alright, I dare you to switch roommates for the rest of the week." She sipped her blackberry cider.

"Okay? So, I'll stay with Y/N, then."

Good lord, if looks could kill, Connie's would annihilate Jean and Sasha off the face of the Earth.

"No, no, you'll stay with me. Y/N will stay with Connie."

"Eh? Why does your dare involve us?" You asked, confused and curious of your friend's proposal.

"Because." She shrugged. "Don't pussy out."

"I'm not pussying out. A dare's a dare." Jean scoffed. "I'm gonna go take my shit in your room and shower."

"Y-yeah, I'll go bring mine, too." You got up, using this time to hyperventilate alone. What the fuck was Sasha even thinking? Was this some stupid joke? But your friends wouldn't harm you, so why would she suggest such a stupid thing?

You took a quick shower before curling up in the bed, blankets covering you from neck to toe. Connie wasn't back yet, and you didn't want to go after him, that would just be odd. You were hoping you'd fall asleep before he returned, to avoid any unnecessary fuss, but just as you closed your eyes, the door opened. Maybe you could pretend you were asleep? He struggled to find his pyjamas in the dark, stumbling over furniture and knocking things down, and you turned the bedside lamp on to ease his search.

"Did I wake you up?" Connie bit his lower lip, and through the dim light you watched the way his grey eyes glistened, the way his short brown hair was ruffled, and how the sage green t-shirt hugged his toned abdomen.

"No, no, 's alright. I wasn't sleeping. I can't exactly fall asleep." You clutched the blanket at your chest as you shook the intrusive thoughts away. Connie was your friend, damn it, there was no room for romance between you.

"I can sleep on the floor if you want."

"Oh, God, no, it's... stiff."

"Um, yeah, it kinda is. Alright then, I'll jump in the shower real quick before going to bed." He stumbled into the bathroom and you really wanted to fall asleep now.

But you couldn't. Every time you closed your eyes, Connie's face popped in your head. So much for resting. You tossed and turned on the mattress, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in, but nothing helped. It didn't take long for him to finish his shower, and you mentally chastised yourself for not falling asleep when you felt him shuffle under the same blanket that was covering you. For a minute, you didn't utter a word, you barely breathed, afraid to disturb the silence in the room.

"Are you asleep?"

"Nope." You heard the click of Connie's phone and turned around. You couldn't see him, but you could hear him.

"Do you wanna talk about something? Until we fall asleep, I mean." You suggested.

"Hmm, sure." He turned on his side and you felt his breath fanning over your cheeks. You were too close to him. "Actually, d'you wanna smoke?"

"Aren't the others gonna be mad if we smoke without them?"

"They don't have to know. Besides, you and I never smoked together." Connie was already up, rummaging through his backpack with the flashlight of his phone. "And then we can talk as much as you want."

"Alright, I'm down."

You laid on the floor, your head next to Connie's as you looked at the ceiling, smoke leaving your lips. He took the joint from you, fingers touching yours and you blushed, the haze of the weed melting your worries away.

"Do you want me to skip the song?" Connie asked, and for a moment you forgot there was a song playing.

"No, I like it." You confessed. "I didn't know you liked Led Zeppelin."

"There's lots of things you don't know about me, Y/N." He passed you the joint.

"Okay, tell me something else I don't know."

"I like it when you randomly say historical or scientific facts."

"Didn't you say I brag too much about it?" You took one final drag before you stubbed the joint out in a makeshift ashtray filled with a bit of water. By this point you were high as a kite, every trace of rationality gone.

"That doesn't mean I don't like it." Connie smiled and you could feel it in his voice. "Now you tell me something I don't know about you."

"I can't sleep with open doors. It freaks me out." You sat up, a breeze blowing through the window sending shivers down your spine. "It's a bit cold, do you mind if I close the window?"

"Go ahead."

You got up and picked the ashtray up but before you could close the window, you stumbled over a chest of drawers, the ashes mixed with water spilling over your t-shirt.

"You okay?" He quickly crawled to you, concern written all over his face.

"Yeah, I'm just clumsy." You laughed it off and waved your free hand. "I'll go get changed, I should have a spare shirt."

But you didn't have a spare shirt. All you had was that stupid white babydoll, and anxiety seeped through your veins. You couldn't exactly show up in that in front of your crush. And you didn't want to ask him for a shirt either. Fuck it, what else could you do?

You peeked out the bathroom door and saw Connie back in bed, lazily scrolling through his phone. God, this was embarrassing.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." He laughed, but when your facial expression didn't change, he frowned. "Y/N?"

"Um, so, I didn't have a spare shirt and- Jesus, this is awkward." You opened the door and his eyes widened. "Is it alright if I sleep in this?"

"Oh, I get it now." Connie scoffed.

"Get what?"

"You were hoping you'd share a room with Jean, right?" He sounded almost disgusted.

"Excuse you? Where did you even get that idea?" You slammed the bathroom door shut, arms folded across your chest.

"I'm not stupid, Y/N. I've seen the way you two act. Do yourselves a favour and just fuck already."

You were speechless. Completely reactionless. The weed amplified your anger, but his words brought tears to your eyes.

"You... you fucking asshole! You think I brought this for Jean? I brought it for you!"

"Eh? M-me?" Connie was confused, and you were pissed.

"Yes, you. Jean's like a brother to me, oh my God! Ew!"

"Wait, so you and Jean are not in love with each other?"

"In love?? Connie, how high are you exactly?" You walked closer to the bed, arms still crossed.

"But- Fuck, I am stupid." He shook his head, the memories of you flirting with him flashing before his eyes. "I fucked up, didn't I?"

"A bit..." Your muscles relaxed and you sat on the mattress. "Really, Connie, I... I like you. A lot. But you're always giving me mixed signals."

"That's because I always thought you liked Jean!" He threw his hands in the air in exasperation.

"No, you're the only one."

"Huh, guess I've really been dazed and confused."

Calloused fingertips ran across your hips leaving goosebumps in their trail. Your hands roamed his back and the way Connie kissed you was better than any high you've ever experienced. He was touch-starved, and you were just as needy. His knee found its place between your thighs and you moaned when it barely brushed your cunt.

"I've been dreaming for this moment for as long as I can remember." Connie breathed into your neck, the hot breath tickling your skin.

"Me too, you blind bat." You laughed and he turned you over, hovering over you.

"'M sorry I didn't notice quicker." He kissed you again. One hand travelled lower, pushing your underwear to the side before he pushed two fingers between your folds. "Fuck, you're so wet."

"Well, at least now I don't have to finger myself thinking about you." You whimpered with a grin.

"Oh?" Connie arched a brow. "Is that what you've been doing?" He curled up his fingers and you threw your head back with a moan. "I thought you were a prude."

"T-there's lots of things you d-don't know about m-me!" You replied back between oh’sand ah’s, imitating his words from an hour ago. That only earned a sneer from Connie, his head dipping between your thighs. "Wait, what are you do- ooh fuck!"

His tongue lapped at your cunt, fingers pumping in and out of you, and you completely sunk into the mattress, moaning his name over and over again. You gripped the sheets, flexing the muscles in your legs as you squirmed and thrashed. Connie stopped and you almost crushed his skull with your thighs at the empty feeling. He pulled your underwear down and shoved the cotton panties in your mouth.

"Don't wake everyone up, Y/N. You don't want them knowing what a little slut you are, do you?"

You shook your head and Connie went back to circling your clit with his tongue, adrenaline rushing through your entire body with each lick, each suck. Tears of pleasure pooled at your eyes, nose and cheeks red from the thrill of your incoming orgasm. The way he was sloppily eating your pussy and moaning while doing it drove you insane, and within seconds you came undone, thighs trembling with delight. In fact, you were so sore you had to push his head back, begging him to stop so you could return the favour.

"You taste so sweet." Connie licked his lips. You don't know what possessed you to pull him into a kiss after you removed the makeshift gag, but he was right, you were sweet.

"Can I...?" Your eyes drifted down to his twitching cock, your voice soft and quiet.

"You wanna suck it?"

"Yes."

"Later. Right now, I wanna fuck you."

Connie gave you no time to protest, his elbow pushed one of your things to the side, the blushing tip of his cock grazing over your overstimulated clit, up and down your slit. Inch by inch it disappeared into your cunt and he let out a satisfied sigh. You bucked your hips, manicured nails digging into his shoulders with each thrust.

"Shit, you're so fucking tight!" Connie growled, head lowering to kiss you. You could still taste yourself on his lips and that only made you clench your spongy walls around his cock. That seemed to please him, because he rocked his hips harder and faster. "You like it?"

"Oh, God, yes!" You gasped, beads of sweat forming on your forehead as you clawed his back.

"Fuck, I want you to ride me." He gripped your hips tighter and turned you over. You tried your best to get in the new position without letting his cock slip out of you, and when you finally adjusted yourself, it was a whole new challenge. Gravity pulled you down, and his tip brushed your cervix, your eyes squinting at the slight pain. "If it hurts, stop-"

"No!" You cried out, your hands resting on his chest. You bounced up and down, the uncomfortable feeling slowly replaced with pleasure. Connie's hands traced your thighs as you rode him, another wave of heat flushing through your core. His palm met your cunt, thumb circling over your clit. "I can't c-come again!"

"Yes, you can. And you will cream on my cock."

The disgust words worked like magic and you flexed your thighs, bouncing faster, head thrown back, hair cascading down your back. "You're so beautiful, Y/N."

"Connie, I-" The words stopped in your throat, the pressure too much for you to handle.

"You what?"

"I'm- oh, God!"

"Atta girl!" He praised you when he felt your silken walls relaxing and your thighs quaking. The second orgasm was so intense you let yourself fall over his chest, dizzy and tired. You thought he'd give you a break, but Connie wrapped an arm around your back, holding you in place before giving your oversensitive cunt a few more thrusts. "Now you can return the favour."

You mustered up some strength to get up and kneel in front of the bed, between his legs.

"Please don't come in my mouth." You asked him before wrapping your pretty lips around his cock.

"Gotchaah-" Connie choked on his words when he felt himself in your hot mouth. You bobbed your head up and down, cheeks hollowed and eyes on him. You didn't break eye contact when you pulled away and spat on the tip, hand pumping his cock to smear the spit. "Hot." He mumbled before you went back to sucking. You felt the throbbing, tightening your lips around him and picking up the pace. "Y/N-"

It all happened in a flash — Connie yanked your hair and pulled your head back, thick ropes of milky white cum shooting all over your face and neck.

"Eew!" You scrunched your nose, hand under your chin to stop it from dripping down the floor.

"What do you mean ew? That's, like, a billion kids!"

"Actually, a fertile man produces around-"

"Don't start. Do not." He pressed his index finger over your lips. "Let's get you cleaned up."

You woke up sore, especially between your thighs, but damn, was it worth it. Connie wrapped an arm around your waist, mumbling something about how pretty you are, but you assumed he was still sleeping — or still high. The sun shone through the blinds and you squinted, annoyed by the brightness, and so you turned around, watching the way your crush snored peacefully.

"Cute." You smiled and planted a kiss on his forehead, waking him up. "Oh, I'm sorry!"

"Why?" Connie rubbed his eyes. "Waking up to you is a blessing."

You couldn't hide the tinting of your cheeks and the grin on your lips. "I didn't think you were the romantic type."

"There's lots of things-"

"I don't know about you. But I'd like to know those things. If you let me, of course." You bit your lower lip, eyes filled with hope.

"Can I be your boyfriend?" He sat up, his eyes serious.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Okay, so maybe Sasha knew a thing or two when she dared Jean to switch roommates.

You walked into the kitchen after getting ready for the day, with Connie following behind you. Everyone was eating their breakfast, and Jean instantly dashed to you.

"Connie, bro, take me back. Sasha's leaving crumbs all over the bed! I can't sleep like that!"

"I can't, man, I wanna spend the rest of the week with my girlfriend." He sneered and you elbowed him.

"I forgot to mention Jean's overprotecti-"

"Your what? Hands off my sister from another mister, you creep!"

"Creep? You're the one who was sexting someone's sister last night." Sasha chimed in, mouth full of cereal.

"Thanks, Sash." Jean rolled his eyes. "For real, how did this happen?"

"You see, mate, when a man and a woman love each other-"

"Nope. I will not hear this."

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Piece Of Cake (Fred Weasley)

Summary: Fred claims that asking a girl out to the Yulle ball is a piece of cake. Harry and Ron dare him to prove it.

Prompts: fluff list: 2 - "I don't care, just hold me." & angst list: "Try to see things in my point of view." & miscellaneous list: 4 - "My mum thinks I'm dating you." (changed a bit)

Warning: angst at the beginning, some swear words, fluff at the end

Author's Note: This is for @lunalovecroft 's 1K writing challenge! Probably it was meant to be the other way around, but that idea suddenly strucked me and I decided to give it a go. Happy reading ♡

HP Taglist: @alienoresimagines @95swifi

"You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have." - F.S. Fitzgerald

All the Yulle Ball decoration were making Y/N beyond sick, every ribbon reminding her that she still did not have a date to accompany her throughout the approaching evening. Molly Weasley was so kind to send her as a gift the most beautiful dress Y/N had ever seen in her life and now she was genuinely thinking about not going to the ball at all.

When she threw herself at the bench in the Great Hall right next to her best friend Hermione who was sitting way too far from Ron, Harry and the twins were seated. Y/N knew about the brightest witch's secret crush on the young Weasley that was slowly but surely growing into something more than just a simple crush. She'd even swear that Ron felt exactly the same about Hermione but she had to promise not to get involved or play a cupid.

"He didn't ask, did he." Y/N dared to speak up first, glancing from Hermione's sad expression on her face to absolutely oblivious Ronald just a few metres away from them who seemed to be stuffing as much food as possible into his mouth as fast as he could.

Y/N's eyes wandered from one Weasley to another, much taller one, who's smile was so contagious that she found herself grinning like an idiot for no particular reason.

"What do you think, Y/N." Hermione sighed bringing her back from her daydreaming, "guess he's not the only one who didn't ask, right?"

Y/N looked at her friend again, simply nodded as she wasn't able to react in any other way. As much as she tried not to, she felt a bit disappointed when the only person she wanted to go to the Yulle ball with, hasn't asked her.

"They've been bickering for the past 15 minutes whether asking a girl out is easy or not." Hermione stated, clearly upset with the whole situation.

"Are you serious, 'Mione? What are their points of view?"

"Well, Harry and Ron are obviously struggling to even compliment a girl in the right way but Fred reckons there's nothing easier."

The girls look at each other and burst out laughing in the next second. "Like he'd know how to ask." Y/N managed to get out of her through her laughter, "however, I must agree with Harry and Ron. They're the most oblivious idiots."

"Tell me about it." Hermione giggled but a trace of hurt flew over her face and Y/N suddenly felt really sorry for her dear friend.

"Hey Y/N!" Fred shouted out of the blue, his clear voice echoed through the Great Hall causing other students to perk up their heads in order to find out what possibly he has in mind now.

Y/N threw a look full of question marks to Hermione before turning her head to the tall red-head. "Yes?"

The moment his typical mischievous grin appeared on his face Y/N knew that something either funny and unpleasant to her or something embarrassing is about to happen.

"Will you..." Fred kept on talking as loudly as possible while wildly gesturing with his arms - apparently pretending to dance, "go to the ball..." now he was just pointing at her and him, "with me?"

Y/N's whole face turned brightly red, her nervous eyes wandering from student to student with such awaiting and amused expressions on their faces. Her heartbeat fastened in the matter of seconds that it seemed like it might jump out of her chest. Y/N looked at Hermione for help with such desperation hidden behind her gaze but her friend just simply shrugged, absolutely shocked with the sudden question, just like Y/N was.

A few seconds passed and Y/N was still sitting at her spot totally speechless. She imagined many times how Fred would ask her to the ball but never in a million years did she think it'd be like this - shouting at her in front of the whole Great Hall with absolutely no sign of sincerity or romance; to her it seemed like some sort of a bet to prove his point.

Their eyes for a moment and Y/N realized that Fred was convinced that she's going to accept his offer, confidence was basically radiating off of him. She knew he's not bragging, Fred was one of the kindest people she'd ever met but sometimes, sometimes he just wasn't able to estimate the situation.

Anger was slowly bottling up in her as she quickly stood up grabbing all her books. As much as it hurt her to say it, Y/N was still able to straighten up looking directly into his eyes. "Sorry, Weasley, not interested. But thanks for the offer, I feel flattered." The sarcasm in her voice was more than obvious.

Y/N winked at Hermione, rightly feeling satisfied with her as she heard a few laughs from many students when she walked out of the Great Hall leaving absolutely speechless and embarrassed Fred Weasley.

•••

Y/N rushed into her dormitory, not wanting to deal with anybody at the moment as the anger was slowly transforming into hurt. This wasn't what she imagined.

She threw herself at her bed; her books were casted off on the ground, papers flying all over the place.

"Y/N! Wait!" a muffled voice of the too familiar Weasley filled her ears and before she knew it, Fred was standing in the middle of her dormitory with flushed cheeks due to the long run, doors slammed shut behind him.

"Let me explain." he almost begged taking a few steps towards her. She quickly got on her feet as she shook with her head couple of times. "Please, no. I don't care if your intentions were the noblest, but it happened and that's it."

"If you could just let me talk."

But Y/N didn't see the regret in Fred's eyes, or how his hands trembled a little bit, she was way too furious to notice all these things.

"Try to see things from my point of view, Weasley! You basically shouted at me in front of the whole school if I want to go to the ball with you! I understand that you just wanted to prove something to Ron and Harry but this is not a game for me."

Every single word that left her mouth went straight to Fred's heart. He never in a million years intended to hurt Y/N, he'd rather suffer himself than have something happen to her. But he was scared, Fred felt truly terrified of asking her out and when the boys confronted him about it, he panicked. He didn't have an idea why he reacted that way. The pounding heart, sweaty palms, the hotness in his cheeks - all this was new to Fred Weasley and he wasn't sure what do to with his stormy emotions.

"I'm real sorry, Y/N. I didn't want to offend you but that doesn't mean I don't stand behind what I said earlier." he tried to ease the tense in the small room, his lips even formed into a cute little innocet smile.

"I don't know, Weasley. I simply think-"

"Let me make it up to you! The ball's tomorrow, just say yes."

Then they were there - Fred's puppy eyes that no matter how serious the problem was, Y/N wasn't able to bring herself to say no. She knew he's very well aware of that fact, he somehow managed to melt her heart.

"Fine. I'll go to the Yulle ball with you, Weasley. Don't make me regret it."

"I can certainly promise you that, Y/L/N."

•••

Y/N was nervously pacing in her new white dress that she got from Mrs. Weasley while Hermione was watching her with an amused expression.

"You know, this isn't funny." she frowned but a part of her was telling her how unreasonably ridiculous she is.

"Actually it is," her best friend couldn't held back the laughter, "you'll be fine. I bet he's even more nervous than you are."

"Hermione! His mum thinks I'm bloody dating him!"

"That's just so perfect. Maybe you will be after tonight."

Their eyes met for a moment and then, as if their minds were connected, the girls started giggling like some 13-year-olds. Y/N finally relaxed a bit, just like Hermione did, as they both promised themselves to look after each other during the evening.

"So what do you think?" Y/N winked at her friend, "shall we?"

"Absolutely."

•••

The duo walked together down the stairs leading to the dance hall, side by side, both of them smiling widely. Y/N found Fred's tall figure right away as he was nervously pacing back and forth mumbling something under his breath while George watched him amused. Just like Hermione watched her a couple minutes ago. God, how similar they could be.

"Well done, brother dear. Fucking well done." George whispered into his twin's ear tapping his shoulder. Fred's gaze immediately landed on approaching Y/N making him stop in his tracks. George just smirked and left with his own date to give them some privacy.

Fred was closely watching her every step, how elegantly she carried herself through the room, the beautiful white dress flew around her making her look like an angel descending from the sky.

"Blimey, I don't think I've ever seen something so beautiful like you." Fred breathed out, his eyes roaming all over her body.

"You don't look too bad as well, Weasley." Y/N blushed at his compliment as she sent him one nervous smile. The truth was, he looked way more better than just 'not bad' and she had to remind herself not to stare at him too much. He pulled her into his side, his scent and warmth immediately embracing her, and she found herself falling for this dangerously good looking red-head.

"Everybody's turning their heads after you. I swear I even saw a smile on Snape's face." Fred pointed out, his voice filled with obvious jealousy as his grip on her waist tightened.

"I don't care, just hold me, Fred." Y/N gave him a reassuring smile taking his hand in his, "just hold me."

"I never wanted anything more."

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thank u, next (ft. loki) - part two

Warnings: angst, swearing, jealousy, mentions of sex, violence

Word count: 5.7k

Summary: A mission goes wrong, leaving you stranded with the two men who despise each other, competing for your attention.

Or: In which Steve breaks up with Sharon after realizing how much he loves you, only to be put on hold while you spend time with Loki.

Tony kept glancing at you, his eyes narrowing as if he was trying to figure out what kind of mind manipulation Loki had hexed you with. Natasha was torn between proud and shock. Clint had been positive it was a prank on his behalf until he had learned it was true, the archer studying you, wondering if you were under Loki's influence. And Bruce—well, he still couldn't get over the shock to actually word his opinion.

Steve, on the other hand, wasted no time blaming Loki, accusing him of using his magic to manipulate you into bed. When Thor has came back with news that Loki hadn't—with Heimdell being all knowing and watching—it had made Steve go to Fury, who had shown emotion on his face other than boredom and disappointment. Yet the surprise wore off and the director found it not relevant as the issue had not broken one of the rules Loki had agreed to.

The super soldier had hit the gym in a hurry, pounding the sandbag, probably wishing it was Loki. And Thor, like everyone else, it took him time to process it but unlike everyone, he barely gave it a thought. With word from Heimdell, knowing that his brother wasn't planning anything to harm you or the others, he was at peace with the situation as long as it was two consenting adults.

As you sat in the conference room, waiting for Steve and Loki to show up for the meeting, you wondered why he thought it was okay to overreact to something so...normal. People have sex, he must've known that you weren't any different. And unfortunately, Fury has picked the same day to spring a mission on the team, forcing all of you into a room, not caring about the act you committed with Loki.

Loki came in first, dressed in his usual black color, a suit almost identical to the one he wore the day before. Even from across the room, you could easily spot the hickeys he kept, a bunch peeking out from under the suit. It had given you a sense of pride and embarrassment, going down on the God of Mischief.

He caught your eye, the corner of his lips turned up, twitching without their permission. Loki wouldn't admit it out loud but he liked you to the point of sacrificing everyone in the room to save the one decent person who hadn't judge him. Everyone had turned to look at him, following his every move whilst he moved to the empty seat besides you.

The one that everyone knew was Steve's. Yet, no one said a word, secretly enjoying the show.

"Greetings," he said curtly, nodding once to everyone with an expressionless face. They all nodded back to him, Tony covering the smile that was trying to force itself on his face. Loki turned to you, sitting down in Steve seat as he gave you a smirk, amused by your attempt to cover up his marks. "Hello, angel."

The nickname alone wanted to make you want to ditch the meeting for a dick appointment with the Asgardian, the name slipping from his tongue. The same name he had whispered into you ear as he thrusted into you. Instead, you gave him a small smile, unconsciously rubbing your thighs together. "Hey."

Loki noticed the motion, his smirk widening. Pulling the chair closer to your own, his arm leaning up against yours. Leaning in, he put his lips to your ears, ignoring everyone's stares, including his brother's. "Your attempt to cover my hard work is very amusing, love."

"Loki..." you warned, using the same tone you had last night when he teased you too far, wishing for release. There was a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "Shut up, not everyone has magic."

"All you have to do is ask, although I prefer to see them on your skin." Loki whispered, not caring how many people team members had subconsciously leaned in, straining to hear what the raven-haired God had to say.

Before you could answer, the door opened, Steve and Fury entering. The super soldier had an exhausted look on his face while Fury kept his emotionless facade up. Steve started walking towards his seat, so distracted by the uncovered hickeys on your neck to notice it had been taken. The blond did a double take, seeing Loki in his chair. If it wasn't for the barely contained anger in his eyes, you would've bursted out laughing at his comical expression.

The team stayed quiet, their eyes glued on the silent war between the two men. Loki nonchalantly looked up, his lips brushing against your hair as he pulled away, smirking at Steve. The silence was broken by Fury's tired sigh.

"Well, hello, Captain." Loki sneered, not having any intention of getting up. Steve's eyes stormed with anger, a tick away from letting loose. The God of Mischief pointed to the chair across from you, the one next to Tony, giving the super soldier a pointed look. "You should take your seat."

Tony muffled a snort at Steve's scowl, yet America's Sweetheart didn't move a muscle, glaring at Loki. Fury rolled his eyes, taking a deep breath. "Rogers, take a seat next to Stark. Loki, stop being an asshole. Back to business."

Steve followed Fury's order, sitting down besides Tony, his angry expression turning blank, waiting for whatever Fury had to say. Yet, his eyes still looked murderous, often glancing at the lack of space between you and Loki. Tony didn't hide his amusement, biting back a laugh, and trying to focus on whatever Fury was saying while the rest of the team kept looking at Steve, expecting him to reach across the table and punch Loki back to Asgard.

"While you agents were partying, drinking all your problems away, SHIELD got a tip from an undercover agent." Fury started, sliding your folders across the table, giving you something to look at other than the tension between Steve and Loki. You opened the folder to find pictures of blood-covered bodies. "Normally, we wouldn't bring the Avengers into a mafia-related crimes but this one's different.

"The Chinese Mafia is after a USB flash drive, one that we suspect, contains secrets that could bring down the American government. Emphasis on could; SHIELD isn't that well informed on what exactly the flash drive holds." Fury continued. Looking at you, he called your name. "Along with Rogers and Laufeyson. I'm assigning the three of you on the mission. You'll get the mission details as soon as Agent Hill gets here. The rest of you are irrelevant. Everyone go away now."

He left the room before anyone could even move a muscle. The team glanced between Loki and Steve, trying to figure out what they felt. It was clear neither of them were too happy about going on a mission together but the photographs of dead bodies made them bury their resentment down, for the sake of the government and all, but mostly for your sake.

Tony cleared his throat, trying not to burst out laughing. "So, Cap—"

Steve called out your name, standing up from his seat. "Can I talk to you for a minute? Alone? It's urgent."

"Yeah, sure." you said, following him out the door without looking back at the rest. You didn't notice the way Loki oozed with madness, his eyes deadly. Steve led you away from the view of room, stopping in the middle of a private hallway. It was secluded enough, yet Steve kept fidgeting like someone was listening. "Steve, I know you aren't particularly fond of Loki but he's a good—"

"I broke up with Sharon." Steve blurted. You stopped talking, your mouth open from your earlier words. The blond ran a hand through his hair. "I broke up with her last night, just before the party started ... before you walked in with Loki."

"That's not what it looked like."

"I was trying to be her friend, just like I'm trying to be yours." Steve explained, almost begging. "I never got the chance to apologize for hurting you. When you came back from Asgard, it had been too long for me to even mention it without it being awkward. So, I didn't. I wanted to but you didn't want to spend time with me anymore. And that's my fault, I'm not blaming you for being hurt. I understand what I did was so selfish, and wrong. It was wrong and if I could go back in time, I would've never done it."

You closed your gaping mouth, a little surprised by the apology. Rocking back on your heels, you awkwardly looked everywhere but at him. "Okay, um, thanks?"

Dejected, Steve nodded, his head hanging from the lack of sympathy in your voice. "Yeah. I wanted you to know. That's what I was coming to tell you this morning, but instead found you in bed with .... him."

"Uh," it was all you could say. Clueless of how to respond, you started to back away slowly, like there was a bear coming towards you. "Okay. So ... I'm gonna go. Get prepared for the mission or whatever. I'll see you later."

Before he could utter another word, you walked away, feeling completely numb by the news. There was a part of you that wanted to forgive him, another part was feeling satisfied for his pain, and the last was confused. If he had been telling the truth—breaking up with Sharon before the party—then why hadn't he told you or apologized when he came to talk to you? It made you question whether he was just jealous or genuinely sorry for hurting you.

You weren't ready to forgive him yet, not after he made you doubt your self worth. Thor had made you feel better when you had came to him, showering you with golden gifts, shoes, and brotherly love. Despite popular belief, Loki wasn't that much different than his brother. Yes, he wasn't a people person, but he was gruffer, rougher, meaner...sexier. He knew what it was like to feel unwanted, feeling the need to show how powerful he was. If you had been in his situation—and you practically almost were if it hadn't been for Natasha—you would've taken the same road he had.

Speak of the devil, you bumped right into him, his chest only covered by a black silk sweater. With all the heavy thinking you hadn't realized you had walked back to your room. Gathering your thoughts, you looked up at his blue eyes. "Shit, sorry."

"Are you well, angel?" Loki asked, genuinely concerned. He had heard every word Steve had said, and to Loki's dismay, they had all been true. Loki hated Steve as much as Steve hated him, Steve had a reason and so did the God of Lies. The main reason? You.

You nodded, seeing how your room was messy. Books and blankets were on the ground, a broken glass scattered on the floor near your bedside table, a lamp covered in feathers, and last night's clothes strewn around the room. "I'm fine. But my room isn't, holy fuck."

With a wave of his hand, Loki cleared the room, the disastrous mess cleaned up before your eyes. He gave you a smile. "There. Director Cyclops wanted me to inform you and Sleeping Beauty that Maria Hill is in the building. She's ready if we are."

"Great. One thing before we step out this room: be nice."

"I'll try."

—

The mission was far easier than you originally thought. It was less than 24 hours, meaning you wouldn't be trapped in a designated safe house with them, or would you be in any kind of trouble. Just like Fury had said, it was an extract mission. Get the flash drive, get out.

Unfortunately, we'd be forced to go to a gala, one of those unnecessarily fancy parties where the champagne was watered down and the men showed how powerful they were with girls clinging onto their arm. It was a pre-kidnapped Tony Stark kind of party. Thankfully, you had more than a few practice with walking in heels.

The two men were able to put their hatred aside to focus on the job, Loki's magic still restrained even with the urgency of the mission. Maria Hill had filled you in, giving you all the details, the layout of the building, and all the places they suspected the drive to be. The plan was to fly to Hong Kong, get dressed for the party in the Quinjet, attend the gala long enough to find Zhang Wei, and run with the USB flash drive. Simple enough.

The flight from New York to Hong Kong was tiring, even with the eight hour slumber you had, finding yourself in Loki's arms once again. Fortunately, Steve hadn't seen you with Thor's brother, knocking this time and finding you alone, reading the mission file for the millionth time. He had smiled, probably happy he didn't see Loki in your room. That smile didn't last, dropping as soon as he stepped in the Quinjet, greeted Loki and saw the quick smile you sent the raven-haired God. It tugged on his heartstrings; you used to smile at him like that.

At least they kept their snide comments to themselves, only sending the other a glare when you weren't looking. As soon as you looked up, a slightly perplexed expression would come on their face, like they were trying to think of a word that rhymes with orange. Yet, you didn't dare question it, leaving the topic alone and quietly stewing in the testosterone-filled aircraft.

When the Quinjet finally reached Hong Kong, you had already changed into your formal wear. Loki didn't have to move to change his clothes; instead he used his magic, making him look presentable in a blink of an eye. Steve had frowned on that, but decided to let it go considering he had a lot to make up to you. Getting into a fight with your ... whatever Loki was, would not be a great start.

Getting ready for the party had been easy, the dress fit you just right, your hair being in the mood to cooperate, and even your makeup was flawless. The reaction from Steve and Loki certainly didn't help your ego, their comical reactions to your beauty had been amusing and slightly embarrassing.

Steve's mouth has hung open, his jaw unwilling to close while he stared at you. "Wow. Y-you look gorgeous. Wow."

"Truly breathtaking, love." Loki added, licking his lips in appreciation. If there was one thing both he and Steve could agree on, was the way you always turned heads. If anything, Loki wanted to make you his goddess—he just didn't want to admit it to himself just yet.

And since you were too emotionally invested, you took the easy way out and rolled your eyes. Dressed in their tuxes, they looked like they stepped out of a Hugo Boss ad. "Thanks. You guys clean up well."

Steve was too busy admiring you to notice Loki pull out a diamond encrusted ring, not exactly a engagement ring from Jared but one of those rings you get with friends during a drunken girl's night out. Loki stepped up to you, bringing your right hand, placing the ring on your index finger.

"The ring ... goes well with your dress." Loki explained, watching you stare at the ring he had placed. Steve's wonderment has turned sour, a little sad by the gesture. "It was my mother's."

"Loki," you gasped softly, knowing the how special their relationship had been. Thor had explained how Loki spent most his childhood with Frigga, spending his time learning magic, being a mama's boy. With Frigga dead, Loki must've felt some resentment to those dark elves that had been responsible for her death. "I can't— I can't take this."

Loki shrugged, brushing away a stray hair on your cheek. "Yes, you can. You will. It looks beautiful on you. Don't you agree, Captain?"

To be completely honest, Loki had forgotten Steve had existed until his heart faltered at the mention of Frigga. Steve didn't like the way the ring looked like it belonged on you, almost like it had been made specially for you. He nodded, agreeing with Loki once again. "Looks beautiful."

Before it could get any more awkward or embarrassing, an alarm had sounded, the noise saying you from any further feels. All three of you moved to the front, seeing how you hovered a few feet off the landing spot assigned for the Quinjet. With the many SHIELD headquarters, it wasn't a surprise they had in Tokyo just as modernly technical like the one in New York.

The limo ride that took you to the party was tense. Maybe it was the mission that was about to go down, or that awkward moment in the Quinjet. The navy blue, floor-length dress was silky, the fabric soft against your skin. The one-inch straps that came together at the back of your neck accentuated your cleavage, brining them to look bigger than they were. It clung to your curves, but not tight like the dress you had worn the yesterday. This one was far more elegant.

Wrapped in your thoughts, you hadn't noticed when the limo had stopped, the crowded building to your right. The doors opened, both Steve and Loki reaching out a hand to help you out of the limo. Taking them both, you snaked an arm around both of theirs, letting others know you had two dates. You thought the red carpet leading to the entrance was a bit much, even for the Chinese mafia.

Two suited men opened the double glass doors, revealing the fancy gala. Dangerous men and mafia families filled the large room, eyes flickering to your entrance, widening when they realized who had entered. They knew your dates, but SHIELD had made sure to keep your place on the team a secret for missions like this one. No criminal would trust an Avenger, but they might be dumb—or arrogant—enough to be manipulated by a "mole" in SHIELD.

The talking stopped briefly, only to turn to hushed murmurs before they continued as they had before. Both Steve and Loki turned down the campaign, not trusting whatever was put in the liquid. Looking around the room, there was nothing out of the ordinary, well, for a party held by a mafia of course.

"Should we proceed as planned?" Loki confirmed, surveying the room as he tried to find his own target. He locked eyes with the man he needed to distract while Steve and you would sneak away and find Zhang Wei and the flash drive.

Steve nodded, slyly touching his earpiece hidden by his growing hair. You had no idea how Tony convinced him how to grow it out but you were going to thank him later. "Yes. Keep in contact and check in every ten minutes. Be careful."

Loki nodded, heading off to his target but not before giving you a reassuring smile, tiny enough for no one else to notice but it was enough to ease your worries. Yes, he's an all-powerful god but that didn't mean he couldn't die.

Turning to Steve, you smiled at him, almost naughtily. Eyes twinkling with evilness, you hold out your free hand, challenging him with your eyebrows. "Would you like to dance, Stevie?"

You've never seen so much fear in someone's eyes come in such a short time. Steve's contained so much fear you were worried he was going to combust. "Um, I d-don't really know how."

"Why, that's a shame, Captain." a man behind you said. Turning around, you found yourself only a foot away from the mafia leader himself, Zhang Wei. Steve's jaw clenched at the unprepared confrontation. Zhang turned to you, holding his unnaturally thin hand out. You could see the bones through the thin skin, shivering at the sight. "Would you like to dance, darling?"

Taking the opportunity, you nodded, taking his hand, hoping Steve would get the hint to not look so stiff. "I would love to."

Zhang took you to the almost empty dance floor, the music starting as soon as his foot hit the designated area. Smiling maliciously, he tugged on your waist, pulling you close for a proper dance. "You look beautiful, my dear. I'm certain your date is jealous I stole you away."

"He doesn't mind." you answered, returning the smile. Glancing at Steve, you saw him glaring at the back of Zhang's head, burning a hole. "Steve is rather hesitant when it comes to dancing, so, I'm sure he doesn't mind you helping a lady out."

The mafia leader's smiled widened. His eyes briefly landed on Loki, narrowing slightly at the way he interacted with his second in command. You took the brief amount of time to inspect him, noticing how much thinner he looked. With eye bags under his eyes, bones peeking through his hands, and the way his footsteps faltered ever so slightly made you realize he isn't going to be hard to take down. He may be the big bad criminal but from the looks of it, he was dying.

Zhang Wei nodded. "You look familiar. Have I seen you before?"

"I'm an escort. You may or may not have seen me on a bunch of powerful men's arms." you lied, flashing him your most charming smile. Zhang raised an eyebrow, gesturing towards Steve with a tilt of his head. "Steve's the same, poor baby was too shy to ask anyone to be his date."

"Didn't think Captain America would have such a hard time finding a date." Zhang mumbled aloud. He kept the false smile on his face. "If the time came, would you tell me your name, in case I can't find myself a date?"

"Tatia Sinclair." you lied, twirling in his arms.

The mafia leader nodded. The dance floor had filled up, nearly overcrowding. It took you a second to find Steve with all the bodies in the way. Zhang cleared his throat. "What a lovely name. Tatia, darling, would you accompany me to my study? I have to fetch something special of mine and would like you pleasant company."

Steve snarled your name through the earpiece, Loki's growl following along. Again, the super soldier and the god agreed. Steve murmured your name. "Don't."

Ignoring his order—and unnecessary concern—you grinned, taking Zhang outstretched arm. "I would love to."

He led you to the elegant stairs while you discreetly turned off your earpiece, no longer wanting to hear Steve's overprotective ass grumbling about sticking to the plan. If he had checked his folder, he would've seen you were sticking to the plan, just not the way he wanted.

The walk to his office was a slow one, considering how sick the mafia leader was, you weren't surprised when he was out of breath just from climbing the stairs. You didn't comment, instead helping him out and pointing out random things a dumb escort would say. Your personal plan was to make this guy underestimate you, and with the way he was looking at you, he was convinced you were just a body with no brains.

He opened the door to his mahogany office, the room was just as elegant as the party below, oozing power and money. Zhang went to his desk, opening his cabinet. From where he left you, you couldn't see what considering how he held it in his hand without opening his palm. A knock at the door stopped you from asking.

Surprisingly his right hand man came in, the one Loki was supposed to be distracting, at least long enough for us to figure out where the flash drive was. And guessing from the amount of evidence, you were guessing the flash drive was in the mafia leader's hand. He glanced at you, tilting his head at Zhang before speaking.

They talked in Chinese--surprise, surprise--a bit fast for you to fully decipher but the gist of the conversation had been finding a safe, more guarded location for the drive considering both Steve Rogers and Loki Laufeyson were in the building, just a floor below them. The two men paid you no attention as you tried to look clueless, bored, and in all, dumb. In their eyes, you were just checking out the room when actually you had been trying to find more dirt. If it wasn't the drive in his hand, it had to be close by.

"Tatia." Zhang called out, using the fake name you had given him. You turned around, a little glass globe in your hand. You raised an eyebrow, twirling the little sphere. "Would you excuse me? I have some rather pressing issues that need to be dealt with."

And once again, the door opened before you could answer the question. This time, at the door stood Steve and Loki, a man laying on the floor between the two. From the way both their suits were a little ruffled, they had enough waiting and decided to take action. A few appeared out of knowhere, tacking the two but you were left alone to deal with the men in the room. Zhang reached under his desk, where you had discreetly took the hidden gun while they had been talking.

Zhang's second in command quickly pointed his loaded gun at you, and you at him, your eyes reflecting the same emotion: hate. The man spoke to Zhang, keeping his gun steady while Zhang tried to get away. Even for a dying man, he moved fast, leaving you the choice of shooting his second in command in the knee. He cried out, firing his gun out of anguish but you were faster, quickly following Zhang, leaving a big group of men to fight Loki and Steve. They would be able to handle it.

Running in heels was always an annoyance to you, considering how unnecessary they were on missions. They looked hot but the fact that you were forced to wear them was a little sexist. You'd have to talk with Fury about that.

The halls were lit up with chanderliers dangling from the ceiling, all of them shining brightly. For someone who had been limping out of the room, he had been fast, or was hiding but the fact was that you lost him. You could still hear the grunts from where Loki and Steve were punching the fuck out of those mafia men.

You slowed, looking at the painting-decorated walls in search of some kind of secret door, maybe a fake wall. It sounded ridiculous but at the compound, Tony had a bunch of hiding spots, a few you knew and others you didn't. It was infuriating.

The hallway must've lasted forever, and you were convinced he had vanished into thin air. Then you spotted a cracked door, it was enough to be left opened on accident, but that didn't mean it was. With caution, you walked slowly, holding your gun in front of you. With your foot, you cracked the door open, entering a room of complete darkness. From what you could tell, there were no windows, and most likely a fake safe room.

Still, you flipped the light switch on, the room lighting up with it's obnoxiously bright white paint reflecting even brighter with the light. Scanning the room, you noticed how it smelled slightly sweet, the sweetness making you slightly dizzy. You shook your head, trying to find something wrong, like a hidden wall, or maybe another escape route from inside the room.

It didn't take long for you to realize the sweet scent was toxic, the side effect making you dizzier, the room spinning under your feet. As soon as you grasped the wall for support, Zhang came from the wall beside you, the little door opening to reveal the mafia leader holding his own gun, the flash drive in his hand as he taunted you with it.

He laughed at your weakened state, aiming his gun at your heart. It triggered your fight or flight and even with the side effect, you decided to fight. He was weaker than you, slower, his aged brain not processing you running at him. His gun dropped on the ground, along with the USB drive as your hand wrapped around his neck, pushing him against the wall with all your remaining strength.

Zhang had to been immune to the fast-acting toxin while you crumbled, unable to hold your body with the dizziness and fatigue bringing you down. Taking the upper hand, he knocked you over, his fist colliding with your jaw. You grunted, pouncing for the gun and flash drive, hiding the latter in your bra while the mafia leader shook his hand in pain.

Just as you had wrapped your fingers around the barrel of the gun, you heard the gunshot, and felt it hit your shoulder. Your hand was useless, your body way too weak from the toxins to defend yourself against the man, at this point just hoping they would find the flash drive in your bra when they autopsied you.

Another bullet was fired, and this one right on your arm, the pain numb. Maybe this was the way you were going to die, but at least it wasn't painful. That was the best you could've hoped for. And then another bullet was fired, but you didn't feel it, the fire inside you too hot for you to even register the pain. You laid on the ground, eyes drifting close. Zhang dropped dead a couple of feet next to you, his head bleeding out.

Your vision had already blackened when you felt Steve knelt down to you, pulling you into his arms. You were unconscious by the the time you figured out Steve had killed.

—

You woke up to the sound of the irritating beat of your heart of the monitor, and heavy breathing. Despite the very difficult task, you opened your eyes, instantly regretting it when you were met with a blinding light. Thankfully, it went away, revealing where you were in the Medbay, laying on the stiff bed with needles pierced into your skin.

Steve got up from his seat beside you, instantly hovering over you with a worried look on his face. If you hadn't felt like shit, you would've thought his face was permanently like that. "Hey, hey. Are you okay? How do you feel?"

"Am I in hell?"

He let out a strained chuckle, taking your hand with the both of his. His furrowed eyebrows remained furrowed, his forehead filled with crinkles. "Sweetheart? How do you feel? Are you in pain? Do you need anything?"

"Holy fuck, you're spitting in my face. Steve, I feel like shit but I promise I'm fine. Come on, don't you don't have to worry so much." you replied, wishing you could do something other than lie in pain.

"You're fine? I watched you get shot, held you in my arms while you bled out in front of me. If it wasn't for Loki, you'd be dead. Don't you understand how not fine that is? What the hell were you thinking?" Steve raged, letting go of your hand to pace around the room. Judging from the lack of sunlight coming from the windows, it was nighttime, the whole compound barely lit.

"Did you find the drive? I had it—"

"Are you actually worrying about the flash drive when you almost died? Do you not care whether or not you live?" Steve blurted, throwing his hands up in the air, clearly frustrated with how the conversation was going.

"Where's Loki?" you whispered, your eyes slowly closing. You fought to keep them open, hoping for an answer and wishing you could postpone this argument with Steve until morning when you finally could argue back.

Steve calmed down, appreciating the God of Mischief a lot more when he saved your life. "He's filling out Fury on the whole situation. And we found the flash drive, which made Fury gleam with glee."

"Good." you yawned, letting your eyes close knowing Loki was safe and found the flash drive. Steve whispered something but you were already too far gone, falling asleep as soon as your eyes closed.

Loki came into the room a few minutes after you fell asleep, stepping up next to Steve who had been staring your sleeping form. The raven-haired God pulled up a chair, his eyes never leaving your face. "How is she?"

"More worried about the aftermath of the mission more than herself." Steve answered, his voice wavering for a second at the thought of losing you. The super soldier turned to Loki. "Thank you for going against the rules and using your magic to save her. I think it's safe to say you won't get into any trouble, especially with her fighting Tony about it."

Loki shrugged, waving away the compliment. "You would've done the same if you could've."

A beat of silence passed before Steve spoke again, more determined than ever to win back your trust. "I like her, you know?"

"I care for her, too." Loki replied. "And I know that you care for her but don't you understand that I'm far better for her than you ever will? You hurt her. You broke her trust. I may only know her for a few days but I know breaking trust is important to her. To earn it back—"

"Would almost be impossible." Steve finished, his eyes dropping to the bed. "But I have to try. I really like her."

"As do I. And I'm not giving up."

"Neither will I."

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all-about-seggs · 4 years

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Ardent Affections :

Pairing : Timeskip + Virgin! Sakusa Kiyoomi x Female reader

Rating : 18+, Explicit

Word count : 3k

Warnings : Smut and fluff (and holy shit I ended up including a bit of angst) , Loss of virginity, blow job, fingering, vaginal sex, established relationships.

A/n: I prefer dirtier side of Smuts but this was as far as I could go with Saku sooooo I hope my fluffy smut isn't cringey >.<.

Putting the plum filled onigiri in the clean plastic container, you give it another look over to make sure it's tidy enough, afterall, the person you made this for was nothing if not picky. But, you also knew he loved umeboshi, so after a few successful weeks of your relationship with Sakusa, you went ahead and bought more than enough dried plums to practice making something he won't be able to refuse. It didn't take long to reach the gym he was practicing at, with lunch time approaching, he'd be on his break too, giving you the perfect chance to have some alone time.

One would think, that no boyfriend would refuse their significant other's cooking but falling in love with him as well as dating him made you realise it wasn't the status quo. He was, at the very least, peculiar. Always on his own, Sakusa never felt the need to be involved with a lot of people, ironical as it may be for someone who played a team sport, his idiosyncrasies made it hard for most people to get close to him. That's why the sight of a cluster of high shool girls flocking your boyfriend, to give him their handmade goods was comical yet unsettling.

It wasn't something you got jealous at, but it's something that made you second guess yourself instead, whenever the thought of making him something pooped in your head, this same scene played infront of your eyes. Sakusa surrounded by a bunch of girls with heart eyes, wanting to give him stuff. On the verge of losing his polite demeanor, Sakusa almost gave them a taste of his blunt indifference if it weren't for some faculty member intervening. Today was the same.

With the perfect excuse, he pulled himself away from the group and sauntered towards you, eye twitching with a look that screamed ' I saw you having fun on my expense'. You quickly pulled yourself out of the gloomy thoughts and greeted him with your regular smile.

" I didn't wanted to disturb your fan meet", the cheeky tone in your voice added to his annoyance.

" I assure you that you didn't, besides you know I don't like hand made stuff ", he grumbled, voice carrying the regular icky note you were used to but it caused the dull ache in your heart grew. Before you could answer, you saw Bokuto running towards your direction, making you jump with his boisterous greeting,

" HEY! Y/n chan!... Are you gonna join us for lunch as well ?", The look in his face was as cute as his voice which was cutoff by Sakusa's cold one,

" No. I don't like the places you go to eat. Also, I'm done for today so we have no reason to stay.", Curt and to the point, Sakusa answered him and gestured you with his eyes to follow him instead.

" Geez, it's like he can never let loose!, Y/n chan! You should ask him to open up more!", pouting, the energetic male glared at Sakusa's retreating form.

"Ummm, Sorry Bokuto! He still doesn't know how to..... People? I guess? But he's trying! I know he is! So don't worry... We'll catch up with you guys sometime else okay?", With a slight bow, you trailed after your boyfriend, leaving a deflated Bokuto behind.

As you walked behind him, you thought about the first time the both of you met, he didn't even looked at you properly before leaving just like he was right now, about how you had to put your feelings out in the open first so that he'd finally notice them, how, for the last few days your garbage can only had dozens of messed up onigiri, and how the lunch you packed was getting colder by the minute as it layed still in your bag.

You were lost in thought for the rest of the way, he wasn't one to talk much but your constant silence was not something that often happened. Still not being used to initiating small talks, all he could do was gaze at the dazed look on your face.

The two of you made your way back to his apartment that the sports facility provided the players. You had been here a couple of times before but never long enough to actually call it 'staying over'.

" Why are we at your place?", You quietly ask, making him pause before speaking.

" I did say I was done with practice for the day", opening the front door he ushered you in. It was unsurprisingly neat, the entrance not having any useless items, infact everything in his place had a purpose or use.

It was a big step, him letting anyone in his personal space, considering his high maintenance personality you thought he'd dip you in a bucket of sanitizer everyday but he was a lot more chill when you both take your respective baths. He still goes in first.

The moment you stepped outside the bathroom, you saw a nervous looking Sakusa was sitting on the edge of his bed.

" Did you really wanted to have lunch with those guys?", His abrupt question caught you off guard, so apparently he took your silencein the wrong way, but it still warmed your heart to know he noticed and cared enough to talk about it, albeit clumsily.

" Is that why you think I was quite on our way here?", The reply you gave made him avert his eyes, whether it was out of embarrassment or the awkwardness in the room, it didn't change the fact that your sudden change in behaviour was noted by your boyfriend.

" If you have something to say, then I want you to tell me, I'm afraid I won't know otherwise", Sakusa added, finally looking at you with his deadpan yet sharp look.

He was right, every couple needs to have proper communication in order for their relationship to succeed, so with that in mind you decided to tell him about what's bothering you.

Walking over to his side, you sat next to him,

" I made you lunch today, but when I saw you rejecting your fans gifts saying you don't like handmade stuff, it- bothered me.", Your reasoning might've been a little selfish, it's not like you wanted to force anything on him just because you were his girlfriend but the fear of getting rejected always made you hold back on so many things.

" So I didn't give it to you, and then I just started having a trail of depressing thoughts about how maybe I'm the only one who wants anything from this relationship, I mean we haven't even done anything more than kissing Kiyoomi.", To you, this confession was nothing more than the frustrations you've built up. He was silently listening as you went on, not interrupting until you were done.

" I see....", His soft baritone was laced I'm regret as he brought his hands to you head, gently combing the strands, " I'm sorry, I made you feel that way, it's obvious that both of us need to work on our communication skills but there is one thing you got wrong", saying that, his hand combing you hair pushed you forward until you were right in front of his glossy lips,

" It should go without saying that I wouldn't let you in here if I didn't loved you, and you wouldn't be in this bed either if I didn't wanted you.", By the end of his sentence, his hot mouth covered your in a demonically passionate kiss which was all teeth and tongue. It was probably your longest kiss as well, making you grip his shoulders so hard it would've probably left marks if it weren't for his taut musculature. You pressed you hands on his sculpted chest, feeling his nipples harden as you slowly run you thumbs over them. Sakusa pulled away from you to catch a few breaths, his lips shining with your mixed saliva.

" I've never done this before......", hesitation crossed his eyes which soon melted into a look of determination as he brought his face near yours.

"But if it's with you, I know I'll like it", he panted, pulling you on his lap to continue his ministrations from a more closer proximity. The uncharacteristically deep kiss encouraged your hands to roam around more, to feel all of his ripped form through the fabric of his thin shirt. Your hand grazed his crotch, this contact alone was enough to make him twitch, his virginity showing, the blush on his cheeks spreaded all the way to his neck.

The front of his shorts looked so strained,It was painfully clear how much his cock was begging for attention, so you pushed Sakusa back until he was lying flat on the bed, feet still on the floor. Searching his eyes for any objections, you pulled his waistband down to reveal his bulging member. It suited a big guy like him, his thick cock felt so hot and heavy in you hand it took everything in you to stop yourself from jumping on it right away.

" Hggg... Wait... It's-", his voiced carried more embarrassment than discomfort but you stopped nonetheless.

" Dirty?.....is that what you want to say?", questioningly, you looked at him from between his legs as he nodded.

" Well sex is better dirty but, I'll try not to make a mess okay?", With a wink you grabbed his shaft with one hand and took his tip in your mouth. The warm, wet insides of your mouth touching the sensitive head of his cock made him shudder in pleasure but he didn't make more than a hum. Maybe your boyfriend was still embarrassed but now that you finally get to go down on him, you made it a personal goal to hear his moans.

Detemined to hear his beautiful whimpers, you added pressure on his member through your tongue as you moved your lips up and down, swallowing him as much as you could. Droll dripping from the side of your mouth and his precum gave you enough lubrication to increase you pace, going harder and harder until you felt your teeth make contact with his sensitive shaft, that must've hurt, you thought but atleast it got a reaction out of him.

" AH-.....mmmhh Y/n damnit.....you're doing it too roughly", you heard him complain from above you,

" I just rough housed you a little..... Anyway, you can't blame a girl who's been abstaining herself from fucking her hot boyfriend ", with a pop you pulled him out of your mouth and looked up at the wide eyed Sakusa with an uncharacteristic boldness that even surprised you. Maybe it was because of the situation or because you two had a heart to heart conversation about your feelings just now but you felt oddly comfortable with him more than you ever did before. You knew he loved you enough to put up with anything you'd throw at him at his point, so why not push your luck?

"......well aren't you a vulgar little girl", regaining his composure, Sakusa propped himself on his elbows to give you his trademark deadpan look. You squeeze his balls teasingly in an attempt to rile him up further, his face contorts a little before he shoots you a glare.

" I'm going to make you regret that", with nothing more than a growl he grabbed your hand to make lie face down beside him, for a second you thought he'd spank you, but the moment you raised you head from the mattress to see what's going on, a big hand was on your head pushing your face down again, his other hand ghosting over the hem of your t-shirt.

" It's my turn now, so you better behave", emphasizing the behave he first pulled your shirt off of your shoulders, then swiftly getting rid of your pants. This was an interesting turn of event, just a moment ago your virgin boyfriend was squirming like a pathetic little boy but with just a little teasing made him switch into daddy mode, you'd be lying if you said it wasn't thrilling.

You laid there stark naked as you heard a few rustling sounds coming from behind, indicating Sakusa taking his cloths off. His long, deft fingers grabbed your hips, raising them a slightly off the surface of the mattress, the digits of his right hand crept near your dripping core as if wondering if he should touch you or not, you moved your hips closer so you could feel his touch but he retreated his hand, only to pinch one of your butt cheek. The tease.

" If you're expecting me to eat you out too then keep dreaming..... but since I made you wait so long, I'll give you something else today", his matter of fact tone was even as he traced two long fingers up your slit taking in all of your juices, he pushed them inside your aching pussy. His thick digits rubbing your walls made you moan in the pillow, with his thumb he started rubbing your engorged clit. His actions were not exactly gentle but you didn't wanted them to be either, you wanted him to pound you into the mattress so bad but maybe it was asking too much from someone inexperienced.

" You like this right?", It wasn't exactly a question, as his increased his speed, with his free hand he pinched your ass again leaving small red marks in the fleshy patch of skin. Your first orgasm in so many weeks approached you with an intense force, making you buck you hips in Sakusa's hand. Just as your pussy started clenching around the fingers that was inside it, he withdrew his hand leaving you with a strange sense of emptiness.

" Not so fast y/n, it's more efficient it we cum together, besides I know you want more than just my fingers", his voice carrying the cockiness of someone far more experienced but you can't complain, for both his actions and words were easily bringing you closer to the edge. Ignoring the stickiness of his fingers he lightly massaged your butt cheeks before kneeling right behind them. The sight of your flushed, naked body was enough to get him going, something that he dare not admit.

From the corner of your eye, you saw him opening his bedside drawer to retrieve a condom. Well, atleast one of you were prepared for this, just as he finished putting on the thin protection, he asked you,

" I'm putting it in y/n", he didn't make it sound like a question but it wasn't until you nodded in approval, that he moved. Groaning lightly, Sakusa entered you inch by inch, making the process as slow as possible so could clearly feel the delicious stretch his thick cock provided. You were already panting by the time he bottomed out in you, as he started moving his hips you rolled yours to match his pace, creating a steady rhythm.

Both your pants and body were in sync, building up pleasure that soon reached its peak, the roll of your hips and the sound of his name from your mouth urged him to take a hold of your hips and drive his pulsating member further into your cunt. He felt your walls clenching around him when your body experienced the well awaited orgasm, quivering beneath him like. The sudden pressure added on to his cock made your boyfriend follow right after. The both of you were still riding your high when he lowered his torso on to your back, sweat slicked bodies on top of each other, you wondered what kind of face he would be making right about now. Hoping it wasn't one of disgust, you turned your face to the side, his endearing curls tickling your ears as he kept his nose buried in the nape of your neck.

There was a serene quality to the room where the two of you laid still until Sakusa got up abruptly, you knew that it was bath time even before he uttered anything.

" Let's eat", his soft voice seemed almost like a whisper which was confusing and astonishing at the same time when he tossed one towel to you and quickly wiped himself with the other.

Making quick work of the cleaning, you both went to the living room where you pulled out the bento box from your bag. It felt cold against your hand but this time it didn't make you sad because now you were sure that the person next to you wouldn't reject it.

Opening the box, you noticed they got a little crushed, probably because of you tossing your bag aside dejectedly when you first arrived, the previously well made onigiri lost their original shape but you hoped they tasted the same.

Gingerly showing him the box you thought about quickly explaining it's condition and telling him about how you made it in the most hygienic way possible for a human but the words died in your mouth when Sakusa briskly took one piece out and munched on the distorted rice ball. You watched him chew, waiting became too nerve-racking so you blurted, " How is it Kiyoomi?!", Talk about putting pressure on a guy but it didn't deter him from telling you the truth.

" It's good", the simple reply he gave was the best, you thought, his words were never grandiose, just to the point that's what made you believe them everytime he decides to be honest with you.

"Next time...", He mumbled in between his increasing breaths and tinted cheeks,"Lets make it together".

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