#love how out of all four the only one i’m incredibly confident on is the ap psych and i wasn’t even gonna try on that test

[lucrativesoul]

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summary: you finally graduated college and are home free for the summer, planning to spend as much time as possible with your best friend. what you weren't planning for, however, was the incredible sight of her older brother, Leon, who had drastically changed after all those years. you had never thought you would fall for your best friend's brother.

pairing: leon kennedy (re2) x fem! reader

word count: 9.3k

warnings: smut, bathroom sex, public sex, fingering, dom(ish) leon

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No matter how many young adult fiction books you read, how many love story tropes you think you have seen, there was just one that seemed so unreasonable, it was almost laughable. Because, after all, you spent way too much time with this person to ever even see him as attractive, it had never even crossed your mind. Come on, your best friend’s brother? The boy who was so ungracious, messy, impolite, and had a crude, childish sense of humor? It was just unrealistic.

Until… It was realistic.

For all your life, you looked at Leon Kennedy as the young, bumbling boy who tripped over his own two feet at any given opportunity, ready to make jokes at inappropriate times and constantly worked overtime to barge in when you and your best friend were hanging out. He was only two years older than you, but his personality read the same age, if not, younger. Boys will be boys…

You always knew that college would change a person, and you can’t deny that about yourself, but it was so hard to look at the people you were closest to and imagine that they, too, changed with college. Your best friend was still the same person you knew since middle school, and all those years that you knew Leon, he had never changed, until he left for college himself. You were confident in knowing that when he came back, he would be the same exact person, just… older.

You could not have been more wrong.

“These days could not go by any faster.” Your best friend whined to you over the phone, a daily routine between the two of you. “I need you home ASAP, Leon is driving me crazy. He’s being so loud.”

Yep, that sounded pretty in character for him. “I know, just five more days, and I’m home free, forever. I wish commencement wasn’t even happening at this rate, I’m wasting away here.”

You were finishing up your last days as a college senior at a school that was a thousand miles away from home. The scholarship opportunity was incredible, and you could not say no to this offer. Your best friend chose to stay local, which you inwardly criticized, but would never say to her. You knew her parents could have afforded to send her here, who needs that big of a house for a family of four anyway?!

Commencement was set to happen on Thursday, and it was currently Sunday. Your own parents had flown in to watch you walk the stage, and while you knew your best friend would have dropped everything to come as well, her school chose to hold theirs on the same exact day. Figures.

“I miss you guys. The summers I came home just weren't enough. I have to say, I’m so glad this internship bullshit is over. It feels like I haven’t ever even lived with you.”

You heard her groan on the other line. “I know! It’s so stupid. Why would a program even make it so you could only intern in the summer? Don't they know you are only in your twenties once?!”

You laughed at her remark, gazing off as you continued the conversation. Classes were over and exams were concluded, at least you had a healthy pile of books to go through to pass the time. You decided to worry about the logistics of taking them home at a later date.

There’s something so innocent about getting lost in the world of young adult romance. Some would say it makes their own lives dreary, coming to the conclusion that they could never live out these fantasies in the real world, but to you, it felt real anyways. It only made you happier. It puts some optimism in your life.

The comfy plane read you chose was about a high school girl, absolutely smitten over the five-years-older brother of her best friend. This type of thing, you thought, just seemed too… fairytale, to be real. In no world where you knew someone as a child could you grow up and think they were an object of fantasy. You tried picturing you and Leon in this situation. Never!

Admittedly, you haven’t seen Leon in like 4 years. The last time you saw him, it was right before you left for college, and your major requires summer internships which leave a very small window for home visits. You never crossed paths during those times. From what your friend tells you, he’s rarely home now, he must have migrated to a new group of friends in college and found other passions. Good for him, you thought, you wish you could say the same, but you needed the income from whatever job you landed from your internship.

He was never really a tiny boy in high school, he was of a pretty average build and rivaled some of the football players, but he was not an athletic kid. You can’t imagine him changing that much more, your best friend never talked about him like that, obviously, so, you only had to imagine after the last time you saw him.

From your own personal standpoint, it was just impossible to believe in this best friend’s brother trope. You shut the book and closed your eyes, willing the plane to start moving faster.

As soon as your plane touched down, you whipped your phone out to send a text: As soon as all this shit is put away, I’m coming straight over.

Predictably, less than three minutes later: YES!! All nighter, we’re 14 again. I have drinks in the fridge.

Willing yourself through all the pleasantries of coming home, promising other relatives you would be by in a few days when you are settled, you merely threw your suitcase down into your room before dashing out to your car, knowing the route to your best friend’s house even with your eyes closed. 

A tight, running start hug was the intro you both needed as a fresh start to the summer.

“Please tell me you are home for good now, they aren't making you do any more summer internships?”

You laughed as you followed her into the house. It felt like it’s been forever since you’ve been in this large house’s lived-in walls. “No, thank god. I’m officially done. Except for job hunting, but I’m putting that off for as long as I can get away with it.”

“Agreed.”

As you followed her up the steps to her room, snacks and drinks spilling over your arms, a loud cacophony rang out through the house, coming from the garage. “What the hell is that?” You stopped short, listening to it through the closed door.

“Wow, that’s how I really know it’s been forever since you’ve been here. I’m so used to it now. It’s a band that Leon is a part of. The ‘rents loaned out a car space in the garage.”

Wow, you thought, multiple things to dissect here. One: this has been going on for some time now, and you never knew. You didn’t blame your friend for not bringing it up, it wasn’t weird to not mention a new hobby of her brother’s. Two: Leon apparently knew how to play an instrument. You couldn’t recall anytime seeing him play anything, and he had never expressed an interest in singing, so that was difficult to digest. Three: their parents would give up a car space just for them to do this. They still had two car spaces left in there.

“God, it’s really been that long, huh? I’ll have to get him to spill all about this whenever he comes out.”

You heard a groan from in front of you on the stairs, and you hopped up to be beside her, headed to her bedroom. “If you can even catch him. He’s like a slippery snake. Plus, he’s so private, I don't know what happened to him. Anyway, you should come over tomorrow night and pregame with me and the girls, cause…” 

She droned on, and while you still had half of your brain paying attention to her, you couldn’t help but think about that sentence she just said. Leon’s different now? The slippery snake part didn’t make many waves, you weren’t surprised that a man in his mid twenties didn’t want to be bothered, but you didn’t expect a whole new personality to come out of him. What happened while he was gone? Or, what kind of epiphany did he have?

“Oh, my god, look at this, too. I totally forgot to send you this. I’m so mad you missed it!”

Your best friend shoved a phone in your face, and you took it, grateful for the mental topic switch. It was a group of four girls and five boys, your old friends, standing along a cliffside in bathing suits. You assumed this was the cliff jumping extravaganza you heard about over the phone a couple weeks ago. And, yes, you were also mad you missed it.

“This looked like so much fun, I haven't seen all of them in forever. Maybe we can convince everyone to do it again soon.” You looked up and smiled as your friend laughed. You looked back down to the photo. “Who is this?”

She leaned over you as you zoomed in on a man in the top right, his lower half covered by a girl bending forward for a photo, but you could tell he was incredibly toned. His hair was pushed back with water from the lake below, and a broad smile graced his features. You sensed familiarity, but you had never met this person before.

Your friend scoffs. “Girl, what? That’s Leon.”

“What?!” Has it really been that long since you’ve seen Leon in person? Now that you look at it again, yep, that’s definitely him, but why does he look so different? Thinking back, it wasn’t often you spent time with him around after he graduated high school and went to college. You saw him probably even less than you visited home during your college career, and honestly, it has probably been years since you’ve seen him at all. “He looks so… different.”

“Like I said, I don’t know what happened. Maybe he won’t recognize you either.” You handed her phone back to her. Maybe, you wondered, but you doubted it. Nothing about you changed at all. You woke up every day waiting for a magical overnight nose job and five month glute progress from the gym that you didn’t go to, but it never happened. 

The night carried on, the strange questions about Leon’s college whereabouts pushed to the back of your mind. It felt so good to be back home. The summer was only just getting started, and with the buzz running through your system, you couldn't feel anything except excitement.

“I’m out of water, fuckkk,” You moaned. Your friend giggled at you. 

“Go get some. And don’t fall.” If you were any more sober you would have glared at her for this, reminding you of the time you drunkenly took a tumble down her stairs, but right now, it was only a funny memory as you totally didn’t have an iron grip on the railing as you walked down.

The rest of the house was dark and quiet now. You remembered her saying her parents were somewhere else, so you hadn’t seen them at all tonight, and there was no longer heavy music coming from the garage. You instinctively turned your head that way, like it would magically start up again.

You stumbled over to the refrigerator, yanking it open and hearing all the bottles clink around on the door. It took you a second to collect your bearings, but after a few more seconds, water was located, and you let your eyes readjust to the darkness as you shut the door. A figure in the darkness made you yelp.

“Goddamnit, you scared me!” You placed a hand over your beating heart.

A deep laugh floated through the air at this, but you were still partially blinded. “Hey, you. I’m sorry, I thought you were my sister.”

Leon. 

You blinked hard a few times, willing the night vision to return, and a little bit of your drunkenness away. You took a hard look at the man in front of you, as good of a look as you could. You only saw a silhouette, a dark shirt, hair over his forehead, and he was taller than you, wider, stronger. This was not the Leon you remember from high school.

“Leon. It’s so nice to see you.” You tried your hardest to sound normal, but surely he already knew what the two of you were up to.

“Yeah, it’s been a while.” Slowly, your vision was returning, and his facial features were becoming prominent. Eyes. Mouth. Smile. “Congratulations on graduating, back home for good now?” 

“Yeah, yes. Thank god. Thank you.” You could now tell you were fumbling over your words, and suddenly wanting nothing more than to go back upstairs. “I’ll be here a lot more often now, so get used to me.” You walked around him back to the stairs, listening to that low chuckle that you got out of him. God, you really needed another drink.

The night and next day bore on with nothing too important left to remember about it, as long as you were in the confort of your home town again getting fucked up with nowhere to be, it was a great time as far as you were concerned. 

Though, despite continuing to drink that night and waking up a little unsteady the next morning, you couldn’t shake that brief encounter you had with Leon. You could barely see him in the dark, but you could already tell he looked different. His build was wider than the last time you saw it, he even looked a little taller. He had only ever been maybe an inch above you, but since he disappeared to college, it looked like he went up at least five. Or maybe you were shrinking. 

You were mad it was so dark and you were on the edge of tipsy and drunk to be able to clearly see him. You saw him in the photo of the outing at the cliffside, but you really didn't want to believe that was him. He was almost… sexy.

Which was crazy. You had never thought of Leon like that. Yes, there was some sort of novelty to having a crush on the only consistent older man in your life whom you weren’t related to, but whenever you came face to face with him, it was just normal. You felt nothing, he was just there. 

But this… this could change everything. Was he actually attractive now? God knows you weren’t the best at being normal around people who you thought were attractive, and that could make things infinitely awkward with being around your best friend so often. And your best friend, what would she even think? You can’t confide in her to tell her you might think her older brother is hot. This was all messed up. This is not how you wanted summer to start.

–

A few days had passed with no rift, and your momentary crisis left with no memory. You discovered, though, as much as you couldn’t wait for summer to roll around so you could be free of your duties, your days were much more boring than you had anticipated. With your past summer internships, you were always busy, and had one or two days a week to rest at most. But now, with the summer sun high in the sky and no requirements of you anymore, you were at a loss of anything to do other than sit by your best friend’s pool, baking in the heat.

“They’re having some start-of-summer party going on in one of the campus houses tonight, are we down?”

You didn’t move your head nor open your eyes as your friend spoke to you. “Yeah, sure. It will be more of a time than drinking with just us.”

She sighed. “You can say that again.”

You pushed yourself up off the chair. “I’ll be back, don’t drown.”

You listened to her sarcastic response as you went inside the house, needing a moment to cool down, and to refill your drink. As you slid the glass door shut, you were greeted with the sound of loud instruments, reminding you of the first night you came here once returning from school. Leon must have had his bandmates come over some time while the both of you were outside, as you don’t remember hearing this, or seeing anyone else. You ignored it, and stalked past the door, headed upstairs to the kitchen.

The music stopped, a door opened, and chatter became clearer without the barrier. You didn’t know who else Leon could have here, you didn’t know his friends, and you were suddenly too aware of the bikini you had on. Whatever, you soothed your anxiety, I look good.

“Oh, hey.” You turned around at the strange voice, not recognizing the person standing at the stairway, headed towards the kitchen. “Now it’s a party.”

“Dude, gross.” A more familiar voice followed quickly behind the quip, and Leon’s head became visible as he climbed the stairs. “Sorry.” He spoke now to you, visibly doing his best to keep eye contact with you. Now you could really feel your half-nakedness. 

“Doesn’t sound like you guys are making much progress out there.” You joked, turning your head back to where you were filling your water bottle. You heard Leon’s friend laugh, making a remark along the lines of blaming other people in the band, but you unintentionally tuned him out.

“We’re trying.” Leon was closer to you now, and when you turned, his friend had disappeared, probably into the bathroom. Leon was grabbing drinks from the fridge, and the two of you were separated by the kitchen island, sunlight illuminating both of you.

His hair was a shade darker than you remembered it being, still blonde, but almost brown. It came down to touch his ears, and the pieces of bangs on his forehead were clumped together with sweat. He had on a gray tank, the ones with the arm holes that go down to your ribcage. His arms, god, those arms–

“Doing anything fun out there?” He walked around the island, even closer to you now, getting cups from the cabinets. 

You shook your head. “Just trying to become a leather couch while I’m still young.” You fixed the top of your water bottle back on, but didn’t move from your spot, taking the chance to talk to Leon.

“That’s the spirit.” He placed the cups down on the counter and leaned on it, clearly standing around to talk to you, too. You noticed a bandage wrapped around his right hand as he crossed his arms.

“What happened there? Start scrapping with the wrong people?” 

He lifted it and looked at it, like he just realized it was there. He laughed softly. “This might sound gross, but it's just a callus that burst open the other day. Right when I was used to holding drumsticks all the time.”

You sighed a gentle laugh. “Doesn’t that hurt, still using it?”

He shook his head. “Nah, I just didn’t want to start touching shit and get it all gross again.” He set his hand back down. You took the silence to ask another question. 

“When did the drums start? That was never a thing as far as I can remember.” He looked down, slowly nodding his head, as if trying to piece together memories of what his life was like the last time he saw you.

He sighed. “I kind of picked it up during college. I thought it was a lot of fun. I knew a lot of guys at the time who were in a bunch of different bands, so they had access to all these instruments, and I tried a bunch, but the only one that stuck was drums. I guess it’s easy and I like it only because I still can’t read sheet music for the life of me.”

You smiled softly at his explanation. Looking at him in the daylight, now, you can see the old him in his features. He grew into his face, his cheekbones slightly more pronounced, and his dimpled chin fitting perfectly into his jawline. His eyes were soft, yet tired. Still the bright blue you remember them being.

“Are you any good?”

He smiled fully at this, looking back up to you. “Of course. I know it sounds like ass right now, but we’re trying out some new stuff. But, and maybe I’m just biased, I think we have some really solid potential.”

You shrugged, a grin still present on your face. “I’ll have to see it to believe it.”

Leon stood up now, grabbing the cups and the still tied together 6-pack. “I agree. We’re doing a local show next Wednesday night. I’m always inviting my sister, but she doesn’t like going alone, and the rest of your friends don’t like that bar.” You smiled at this. Sounds typical of your friends. “Maybe she will come if you will. And, uh, if you’re still with that guy, he can come, too.”

Your brow furrowed at this. “Guy?”

Leon shrugged. “Oh, well, she told me in passing that you were with some guy last summer. From around here.”

You paused to think about this, nearly forgetting your whole past trying to rake your brain for a memory. It then hit you. “Oh, shit, yeah, that was definitely just a summer thing. He was…” A douche, conceited, horrible at sex. “Not the best. I’m not seeing anybody. And definitely not while school was in. I was way too busy for that.” 

He nodded, standing up a little straighter. “Well, that’s good. And fuck that guy.” You giggled at his support. “I think you should come. I’d be happy to see you there.”

And, oddly, for the first time ever speaking with Leon, your stomach did a flip that only ever happened when you were talking to someone whom you liked. It caught you off guard, and your words caught on your throat.

You nodded quickly, using the opportunity to take a deep breath in. “Yeah, I’ll be there. I’ve got the time to, now.”

“Cool. I won’t disappoint, I promise.” With that, Leon bounded back across the room and down the stairs, opening and shutting the door to the garage. You sighed deeply. You didn’t like the feeling that was creeping up inside of you.

Putting your newfound conundrum aside for the night, you resolved to let loose and get back to enjoying the summer the way you had intended to. You were almost tempted to stick around and listen once his band got started with the music again as you were on your way outside, but decided against it, as your friend would surely be asking what took so long. 

Part of you wished Leon had gone to this little party tonight, considering he knew all of your mutual friends, but he was never the party type before this, and it seemed that college did not change that much either. It would make sense if he had a gig coming up, they must be preparing, but you didn’t picture him to be much of a perfectionist. Maybe that changed as well.

–

“Why are we going to this again?” Your friend asked as she followed you out of her house, locking the door behind her. She seemed awfully quick to keep up with you for complaining about doing something she doesn't want to.

“I don’t know, it gives us something to do. Leon asked me to come. Now you’re coming with me.”

“What? Why did Leon ask you to come? He doesn't ask me.” The two of you slid into her sleek black coupe. 

You shrugged as you fastened the belt. “I saw him the other day when I was here, I came in while we were out by the pool. We were just talking. And he said he does invite you, by the way, but you never go.”

She was the one to shrug this time. “Maybe he does. You think there will be hot men here?”

“We’re both hoping.” You half-assed the response, but you already knew the answer was yes. You could never tell her you think Leon is attractive now. You had been mulling it over the past few days, ever since you spoke to him, and you had no choice but to confirm it. He really, really grew into his body. You could even push the curiosity aside to wonder what it was about college that changed him like that, you were just thankful it happened.

Your local bar looked just as you remembered, dark and looming from the outside, people filing in and out simultaneously. It was much busier than you had ever seen it, but the show was most likely the reason for the sudden influx in customers.

The crowd was a thick mass, and you had trouble even spotting the stage when you walked in, but once you and your friend had found a nice little corner, vacant of bodies, and conveniently found a third mutual friend to stand by, the room seemed a little less stuffy.

You absentmindedly scanned the crowd, people hoarding in front of the stage, waiting to be the first to break open the mosh pit, presumably, people in the back drinking idly and chatting, almost like they don't even know a show is happening this night. You found yourself looking for Leon. He was in the building somewhere. You wished you could have told him you were there, but what good would that have done? He wouldn’t have come out to say hello, there were preparations to be had back there.

God, shut up already, you willed at yourself, annoyed at the mere fact that you couldn’t stop thinking of Leon.

Admittedly, you thought of that first scene more often than not recently. The muscle shirt, ribcage exposed, thick arms, sweet smile and bouncy cheeks with a strong jawline, the vision came to you during the day, at breakfast, while you were scrolling your phone, late at night, when the moon was your only company. 

You wondered what he would look like tonight. You were so anxious for him to step out on stage. Would he see you?

Your friend stumbled sideways into you, knocking you out of your monetary stupor. People were now starting to crowd in, hence the bump, and you were assuming the start of the set was about to happen.

On cue, the lights went darker, the roar of the crowd exploded, and people rushed on stage and took their places. Your eyes were instantly drawn to Leon, who, from what you could only see from the backlight so far, had on another muscle shirt. It made your legs feel like jelly.

The lights went on, and after a brief introduction from the front man who was holding a guitar, they started. Leon was right, they were pretty good when they weren’t rehearsing new material. You knew this wasn’t the type of music your best friend was into, but to your surprise, she was bopping away with your other mutual friend, both of them holding drinks. That’s probably why.

Turning back, you could see Leon clearly under the lights now, which were strobing in and out, flashing different colors and patterns. His hair was pushed back this time, exposing his forehead, and looking brand new. You liked the way it looked on him, it made him almost look older. Everytime a strong beam of light would shine down on him, you could see the glistening sweat on his skin, his face. He was so focused on hitting the beats, and succeeded everytime, and you were so enticed by it.

This was a side of Leon you never thought you would see. It was so clear, standing in the crowd watching, how much he belonged up there. He looked so confident, every move was made with ease, no hesitation, and you could feel yourself melting.

It was like a headrush, you didn’t think you would enjoy it this much, but clearly, every moment took your breath away. Yes, you were looking at Leon the whole time, but who could really tell?

Soon enough, the show ended, and the crowd was applauding for what felt like ten minutes as the individual members left the stage, thanked everyone, hopped down to talk to others. You were interrupted with your people-watching when your friend grabbed you by the elbow to let you know she was headed back to the bar for more drinks, and you absentmindedly nodded while you turned back.

You caught the back of Leon, dipping behind the stage into the back of the bar. The tips of your fingers tingled with… something, some emotion you couldn’t read… and you let your body take over as you weaved through the crowd, headed to the back.

People bumped you and yelled in your ears as you squeezed in between them, paying them no mind, on a mission of your own.

After a few seconds, you reached a hallway, a few people lingering by the bathrooms, and you spotted someone, you recognized him as the frontman, dipping behind another doorway, chattering loudly to people behind the wall. Times like this, you wished you had decided to down some liquid courage.

You stalked slowly over to the doorway, seeing flashes of shadow as people walked by, unsure if you should hang out or go in. Most likely, you weren’t welcome, it was probably for performers only, but you couldn’t help it, you continued inching closer, drawn in by an unseen force.

As you took another step inward, a figure rushed out and crashed right into you. 

“Oh shit, I’m sorry, bathrooms are that way if you’re looking for them, this is restricted access.” You looked up at the man you walked into, you didn’t know who it was. 

“Oh, um…” You backed up a step, and though he was making moves to walk around you, he was waiting for a response. “I was actually waiting for Leon… the drummer.” You added in the title, just in case this was a man who worked at the bar with no affiliation to the band. But, to your relief, he nodded.

“I’ll get him, just chill over there, ‘kay?”

You dumbly nodded and backed up again. The hallway was lit with fluorescents, the bright white kind, but it was still dark, with the walls and floors looking slick with condensation. You opted not to lean up against them.

“Hey, you’re still here?” A voice snapped your head back over to your left, and you saw Leon walking towards you. “You didn’t leave with the rest of them?” He must have seen your other friend there as well.

You shook your head. “They’re still here, I think. Just getting drinks.” He nodded. “I told you I would come.” You held your arms out in a here I am gesture. He laughed.

“I’m so glad. I didn’t see you while I was up there, but… I do tend to just tune everything else out when I play.”

“You did great. You were really good.” You spoke, almost breathless for no apparent reason. 

He smiled softly, his eyes holding contact with yours. “Thank you.” His hair was now starting to fall back into place on his forehead, his face was still red with exerted energy. Your eyes wandered, without your permission, his arms were shining under the hallway lights, still sweaty. You looked away, but he saw. “You look great tonight.” His voice was low, and a twist went straight down your abdomen.

You smiled back. You briefly looked down at your outfit, simply a short skirt and loose band tee. “Thank you. It’s nothing.” 

“I like it.” He looked back into your eyes, and you found yourself lost for words. He broke eye contact for a second, turned around and looked into the back room where, presumably, the rest of his bandmates were. He turned back to you. “You know,” He looked down, and took a step forward towards you, slowly, as if to test the waters. You stayed put. “It’s been so long since I saw you last. I almost didn’t recognize you the first night you were at the house.” You grinned at the memory. You were also equally stunned to not know Leon had changed so much. “Not that you weren’t before but… You’re beautiful, now.” 

Your stomach sank at his words, and with his new proximity to you, it caused you to have to look up at him. You felt a strong shiver course up your body.

“I really… I didn’t recognize you. You look so different, too.” You whispered, knowing he was close enough to hear you. “I didn’t even think it was you at first.”

He simply stared at you for a few more moments, taking in your words, and the way you looked in front of him right now. You were suddenly self conscious, but his gaze seemed to tell you that he liked whatever he saw.

“I… don’t want to back you into any corners here…” He looked down, still not meeting your eyes. “But you’re giving me a… vibe. And I’d rather fuck around and find out than never know if I don’t try.”

You stood up straighter, coming closer to meet his face, his eyes finally touching back onto yours. “What kind of vibe?” You had to say something, anything, because you could barely comprehend this situation right now. Leon was catching a vibe from you? Could he tell that you were looking at his body? Could he tell that you thought he became very sexy?

He tilted his head a little further, and his brow bone cast a shadow over his eyes, darkening them. Another shiver down your body. He shrugged. “I think I just… think you are incredibly attractive, now.” His eyes darted down your body for a quick second before resuming their previous place. “And I want to know if you want to just try it out. Just once.”

You took a quick, silent breath in. He must have been picking up your messages, even though you said nothing and only spoke to him once. Was that one conversation that powerful? Was it the hint you dropped about not being with that guy anymore? Was this something he just knew he was going to attempt as soon as he saw you? You didn’t know, and you really didn’t have the time to think it over.

You reached up and placed a hand on his chest, slowly taking the shirt on his body in your hands, pulling him closer, but with no force. His eyes darted up behind you, and he turned his head quickly one more time. He saved you the trouble, and dipped his head down and kissed you hard.

You sighed instantly, fully gripping his shirt and dragging him in closer to you, pushing your body against his as you could feel him move towards you at the same time. You were exploding, you didn’t know what to do with the rest of your body, and could only bring your other hand up to his bicep, where he then palmed your waist. He pulled back after a few seconds.

“Follow me,” His face was flushed, and when he turned around, you were very quick to follow. He maneuvered the two of you through the back room, where people still were congregating, but none of them paid much attention to the two of you. You passed by his other bandmates, and when he turned the corner, he pushed open a door, and ushered you inside. It was a bathroom. “This is the best I can do right now.”

Instead of replying, you simply grabbed his face in both hands and pulled him in. The room was dark, you could tell from under your eyelids as you felt the heat of his face on yours again, and you were at least happy for that, you weren’t too sure you wanted to see the state of the bar’s bathroom at this moment.

His hands found solace again on your waist, thumbs rubbing circles, and fingers teasing along the waistband of your skirt. Leon pressed himself further into you, sandwiching you in between him and the wall, and the stark difference in temperature between the two caused another series of shivers to run up your body.

Leon’s mouth left your lips, now wet and slick with his saliva and yours, and traced them down the length of your jaw, along your neck, nipping at the tender skin, making you sigh and arch your back, increasing the contact of your bodies. Your hands dragged along his sturdy shoulders, reaching around and locking your arms behind his neck, holding him in as he worked your neck, and as his hands started to move. You kept breathily gasping as he bit underneath your jawline, fingertips caressing your jutting hip bone, dipping lower, causing ripples to erupt in your core.

He had positioned his hands now to take purchase on the hem of your skirt, full intentions of pulling it up, when he released his lips from your neck and his face was back in front of yours. 

“Sorry that this is all we have.” His voice was low, and you almost didn't hear it over the static of the bar music softly coming in through the speakers. “We can wait if you want.”

His hand was still positioned on your clothing, and you didn’t let go of him even a little bit. You could only look up, your head already touching the wall behind you. “Where’s the thrill in that?”

Under his shadow, you saw his lips quirk up slightly, he breathed a laugh, and dove back in to kiss you. You threaded your fingers through his hair, slightly tugging, hearing him groan at the sensation. The hand that was ready to hike your skirt up did just that, and his other was gripping your thigh, lifting it higher so he could slide himself right in between. 

He made himself comfortable pressed against you, and you could feel his erection growing through his jeans, giving himself some sort of friction, and you pushed back, earning another groan through your still connected lips. You dropped one of your hands from his hair and traced down his bicep, and into the large hole of his shirt, relishing in every ridge that his ribcage and abdomen had to offer. His skin was so smooth, you knew you would never be able to get enough.

He backed away from the kiss briefly for another moment. “If I never saw you that day you came inside, half naked… in my house looking like that…” He continued to grind himself into you as he spoke, earning noises from the both of you. “Who knows how long I would have to wait?” The hand on your thigh crept upward, leaving a wake of shivers in its path. His palm was flush to your bare skin, reaching the joint of your thigh and hip, and he squeezed the flesh of your hip, digging his thumb into the sweet spot, making you squirm. You clawed at his back, you didn’t even care if it hurt him. You were sure it didn’t.

Leon hovered his mouth over yours, not connecting, but enticing you, and you could only look up at him through a foggy gaze. His hair had now fallen back over his forehead, streaked with sweat, but you hardly minded the way it was touching yours, you wanted him closer. It was impossible how, through the shadow he cast from the light behind him, you could see his blue eyes so clearly, pupils blown, the way he was looking at you made you want to drop dead.

You couldn’t wait any longer, you didn’t even have words to say back to him, you just needed to show him what you thought, how you felt, you just needed him. Your hands came around the front of his body again, not losing contact the entire way, and grasped desperately at his belt, needing to pull out his girth, needing to have his cock in your hands, mouth, in you.

You gasped, trying to form words, but his presence was so dominating, you almost couldn’t. “Leon…” You breathed, and your fingers couldn’t work the clasp fast enough. “Let me…” Finally, it slid open, you pulled the two ends of the belt apart, and made quick work to free his dick from its constraints. Your knees buckled, and you started sliding down the wall.

As you were about to hit the ground, his hands hoisted you back up from under your arms, and you could have whined, the frustration growing, the time only growing in between you getting to have him in your mouth.

“No, I’m sorry,” He grunted as he pulled you up. He put both hands under your thighs, and you gasped as he suddenly picked you up, you wrapped your arms around his neck for balance. “You’re not getting on this floor for me, we’ll save that for another time.”

Another time. Fuck, just those words alone had you melting in his grasp, his strong hands and arms holding you up, walking you around the corner of the bathroom and shutting the two of you in a stall.

“But, you already started this for me, so,” He had you pressed in between himself and the wall once again, one of his arms was still holding you up in the air, legs wrapped around his torso. He tried to separate himself as much as he could to pull his cock out, you reached down in between the two of you to help him, pulling the waistband forward so he could pull them down.

Your breath caught as he pulled it out, a solid, thick length, rock hard, and you were suddenly so mad he wouldn’t let you suck it, because, fuck you would have sucked the life out of him at just the sight of his dick. 

Once he was free, he stroked himself a couple of times, causing himself to moan, and shit, you almost did, too, and he went back to the hem of your skirt, pushing it up over your hips, exposing your small underwear. He eyed them for a moment, humming in acceptance, before sliding them sideways and exposing your aching pussy to the cool air. You, in contrast, were overheating in this bathroom, but now that you were free, it felt so nice, and it felt even better when he ran his fingers along the length, in between your folds, pressing into your clit to watch you squirm again under him.

You sighed loudly, moans slipping out with your breathing as his contact with your heat felt like heaven, your head leaned back and hit the wall, but you didn’t care, you couldn’t feel it, you felt nothing but Leon’s fingers right now.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already,” He was breathing heavily, and you choked out a whimper when he slid one of his fingers in, and it wasn’t stopped with any friction. You also couldn’t believe how wet you were, but then again, you would jump hurdles to be able to suck his dick right here and now, so it must have gotten you worked up. “You feel so good around me.” He mumbled, practically groaned out, sliding in a second finger with ease, the slick sounds becoming louder as he worked you open, and while it felt so good, you just needed him to fuck you already.

“Leon…” You kept whining, unable to say anything else, mind fading, only wrapped around the feeling of him pleasuring you, fingering you, loosening you up for him. “Please, Leon…” You moved your hips, trying to signal to him to pull his fingers out, but he resisted, his hand following the movements of your hips, only going deeper, causing you to squeal when he went as far in as he could.

“Stay still, take it…” Now he pushed himself back against you, finding your lips again and kissing passionately, trapping his fingers inside you, and when you felt them move inside of you, you couldn’t help but squirm against him. His tongue caressed your lips, the inside of your mouth, and your tongue as he was so entwined in kissing you and in fingering you to the edge, his other hand gripping relentlessly at your ass.

After what felt like forever, he backed away, strings of saliva connecting your mouths, his eyes darker than ever, and you, breathing heavily, working to regain composure. He slid his fingers out, a small hiss escaping your lips with the emptiness.

“Fuck,” He sighed, and he looked back down in between you two. He adjusted his grip on your thigh and ass as he used his now free hand to line the tip of his cock up with your entrance, you felt a throb hit the core of your pussy at the mere sight, and you instinctively tightened when he teasingly dragged the tip along your lips, not giving you what he knew you wanted.

You sighed frustratingly, and couldn’t help it but to reach down and wrap your own hand around his dick. The sudden contact made him gasp, but he caught your hand and prevented you from piloting the moment.

“Just relax…” You didn’t need to look up to hear the smile painting his face, and as much as you wanted to protest, you knew he had the upper hand. This time. “You’ll get it, just be patient.” He drew a couple more lines into you, with your hand still trapped under his on his cock, which you could feel it throb every few seconds, and he finally pushed the tip into you.

You whimpered, whole body going slack, and you drew your hand back from his dick to find closure on his shoulder, steadying yourself as he slowly pushed himself all the way in. He had to stop every other second to collect himself as well, jaw tightened, hands gripping bruises into your hips and legs, a long, deep sigh once he was bottomed out.

He brought himself closer to you, relishing in the feeling of you being wrapped around him, unmoving, and he had his face in the crook of your neck, as if to ground himself from the feeling. Your body was shaking slightly, and you could barely breathe with his weight on top of you, but it all felt so good. His skin was slick, sweat coating anywhere that wasn’t exposed to the air, and your hands drawing deep scratches into his shoulder blades.

“Fuck, fuck…” You felt Leon’s lips moving against your throat, and his breath was hot, you could tell he was desperate to move inside of you, but he was still. “You’re so tight, god…” His lips moved up to place gentle kisses along your jawline, and your head rolled to the side to give him more access. He stayed there for a second, teeth grazing your skin, and after a while you were ready for him to start moving.

You picked your head up and turned sideways, forcing him to look directly at you, wasting no time in reconnecting your lips, and, while continuing to kiss you, he slowly slid out, and pushed himself back in.

The both of you were glued to each other as he continued to thrust in and out, your hands gripping impossibly hard on his shoulders, thighs shaking, breaths choppy. His eyes never left your face, he was watching your expressions so closely, you had no control over whatever was happening to you, you could barely breathe, you were so focused on the feeling that Leon was delivering, you simply ceased to acknowledge the setting you both were in.

“God, Leon…” You choked out in between gasps, head hitting the wall over and over, trying to helplessly grind your hips into his when he thrust up, but you had no energy to move against him. He took the initiative, and every time he would plunge into you, he would stay there for a beat longer, and make sure your previously ignored clit was getting the friction it needed, which made you whine even louder.

His breaths were so heavy, spitting out ‘Fuck’, and ‘Oh, shit’, and ‘So good’ every few seconds, letting his train of thought loose as he let himself go, and lost control of the pace.

One of his hands let go of your thigh, and it landed along your chin, forcing your head down to look into his eyes. “How does that feel, hm? So hard to move in you, so tight.” His voice was a broken mess, just breaths, essentially, but it was all you needed to spur you on. 

You simply nodded, knowing the words were nowhere close to coming out right now. Even if you tried, it would be a mess of moans and gasps. You could feel him so deep inside of you, hitting that point to split you open, your pussy was endlessly wet, enough to fuel a whole round or two, and he let you know.

On another thrust, he pushed himself in and sat there for a moment, your moans spilling out without reserve, you both tensed as the unmistakable sound of the creaking door was heard.

Leon took his right hand, free from holding you up, and laced it over your mouth, silencing any sounds of pleasure that you had left in you. 

You were both stiff, eyes wide, and he had his head swung in the direction of the noise. The footsteps approached the counter and turned the sink on. If they were to walk around the corner, they would see Leon’s legs under the door, and could have easily walked in, considering he didn’t shut it all the way, it was just stopped by his body behind it.

He slowly turned his head back to face you, you couldn’t move due to the weight of his hand, and you wanted to writhe under him so bad, feeling his cock throb still deep inside of you while you both were still. Tears were practically forming in your eyes.

He locked eyes with you, and without a sound, mouthed the words Be quiet.

He kept his hand clamped over your mouth, but he slowly adjusted your position so he could slide out of you at a snail’s pace. Your eyes widened in surprise, not expecting him to move, and you used all of your remaining energy to hold yourself together, being overcome by the pleasure while also staying conscious of the person who was still at the bathroom sink. You were glad there was still music playing outside in the bar, and the sink was still running, because if it were dead silent, they definitely would have been able to hear the wet sound of Leon pulling out, and fucking back in. 

He held eye contact with you while he continued to do this, holding you so tightly to make sure nothing made any noise,and a devilish grin broke out onto his face. He was enjoying every second of this. 

He was basically getting off on the idea of pushing you to your limit, forcing you to obey what he asked you to, even if it would benefit the both of you rather than just one. If Leon were shameless enough, he could have told them to fuck off, but instead, he held you here, silenced you, yet drove you to the fucking brink just to watch you fall apart. It made you want to cum right then and there.

After what felt like ten, twenty, thirty minutes (fifteen seconds), the sink shut off, a moment of silence, and the door creaked open again. Leon took his hand off your mouth and you both sighed deeply. While holding you still, Leon leaned back to look through the door to confirm you were alone once again.

“You were barely holding it together, I thought we were going to get caught.” He said on another thrust into you, bringing your faces closer once again. You swallowed hard, instinctively choking back moans now.

“Y-you… you were making it hard…” Gasps, again, as Leon was determined to make everything he asked of you difficult.

He brought himself closer into you, and spoke lowly. “Good,” With swift moves, his free hand was around your throat, holding your head back, and he was relentlessly bouncing you up and down on his cock.

The pressure around your throat and the pressure building in your core at his movements was all overwhelming, your hands were cutting crescents into his bicep from your nails, but he hardly took notice, he was so busy moving the both of you as well as keeping an eye on your face to watch how you were responding to his movements, he was too preoccupied.

The slick sounds coming from your pussy were evidence that the situation was much more of a stimulant than you ever expected, and the sound alone brought you so close to the edge.

“I bet you loved almost getting caught.” He groaned out, his movements stuttering, and you knew he must be close as well. “I bet it was driving you crazy, having to shut up while I gave it to you. You took it so well.” Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head, mouth open, you wouldn’t even be surprised if you were drooling at this point, Leon had all the power now.

“Leon,” You whispered, no energy for your full voice anymore. He understood.

“Take it, baby.” He thrust harder and harder, pressing you flat against the wall, the tip of his cock hitting all the deepest points. “I’m almost there, you feel so good.”

“Fuck, Leon,” If you could grasp any harder against his arms, you just did. “Fuck, I’m so close.”

“You got it, come on, cum for me.” He pressed his forehead into yours, grinding into you on the inward thrusts, making you fall apart in his arms. A few more thrusts, grinding a few more times, and a squeeze to your throat had you gasping in a silent scream around him, panting wildly letting your orgasm loose. 

He fucked you all the way through it. “Shit, that felt so good, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” You watched him as he chased his own, sweat beads dripping down his face, his hair coated in it. His hips stuttered one more time, and as he released his seed into you, he buried his face into your neck, whimpering and biting again. 

He pulled out of you, and it wasn’t missed by either of you the way his cum dripped out of you and onto the floor. You cracked a small smile when you heard him breathe a laugh.

“I’m sure that’s not the first time this bathroom has seen that.” He looked back up at you, breathing heavily, arms shaking from holding you up. You tapped his arms, hoping your legs were strong enough to stand on your own. He lowered you slowly, making sure you were stable before letting you go.

“I hope that’s what you wanted. I might have gotten ahead of myself.” He was still standing in front of you, neither of you made moves to leave the stall. You leaned against the wall for support.

“I would have stopped you a long time ago if it wasn’t, Leon.” He smiled down at you, breaths steadying out. He nodded his head.

“Coming to the house any time soon?”

You laughed out loud this time. “I’m sleeping over this weekend.” 

He smiled wider at the sound of your laugh. He leaned in and kissed you again. “Can’t wait.”

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[alxclaremont]

as of around 12 today, i never have to take another ap test ever again 😌

#after seven of them. four of them being last monday tuesday and now today. i am very much fed Up with them lol #love how out of all four the only one i’m incredibly confident on is the ap psych and i wasn’t even gonna try on that test #but like. i fr easily probably pulled a three or a four #the ap gov and ap chem. however. ap gov i’m confident i got a two. a three is reaching #that ap chem though? most bullshit test i’ve ever fuckin’ took literally didnt learn half the shit on those frq’s cause of my teacher #the way that i do not like her #anyway. and finally. my ap lang one. mcq’s? so incredibly easy i could have done that in my sleep #first two essays? not the best but passable. that third one though? literally what the fuck was that #i was reaching so hard to make it all work for that stupid essay #college board i am begging for the love of god do not invalidate my scores im not disclosing information #anyway. y’all did not need an update on this but it’s one you’re getting regardless #i will. however. be rb this when scores come out in july and i am inevitably disappointed #until then. no thoughts head empty i am not obligated to think until i start college classes in august #lacey talks

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

I am IN LOVE with your writing!  I’m a dedicated reader! 💓💓 thanks for taking the time to do it!

Hear me out. Reader pulls a 24 hour shift in the local clinic on a busy day and we get a protective worried din?

He would also be busy but he would definitely pull reader out and make her take a nap AT LEAST. 😂 anyway, I just thought that would be cute to think about.

I hope you have a wonderful day and keep up the good work! 

[a/n: anybody wanna guess how many times it took me to try and post this b/c tumblr wanted to keep glitching and destroying it?? FUCKING FOUR. lord, im gonna go scream in a pillow. anyways, thanks anon for the great idea! also pls consider this my apology for the cliffhanger that i am so sorry (but not really) for.]

'A FRESH START' DELETED SCENE

Din Djarin x Female!Reader

Warnings: reader overworks herself, mentions of injuries (burns specifically) but not in great detail

Word Count: 1,934

Summary: Everyone needs a break, and Din is hell bent on ensuring you don't skip yours.

#MID 17: TAKE A BREAK, DOC

[so not between chapters, but a scene within one of the time breaks in chapter 17.]

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"be with someone who will take care of you. not materialistically but take care of your soul, your well being, your heart, and everything that's you." -unknown

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Trying to get the emergency clinic established was not easy. You agreed to the job, and Karga had given you free reign. The High Magistrate was essentially allowing you to run the clinic as you saw fit. Which in part was fantastic because it gave you incredible freedom, but it was also your worst nightmare. All your training had taught you was how to handle the medical aspect of an office. The business and organization side was a whole other issue. Especially because the people of Nevarro were not understanding that this was for emergencies only. 

“My ankle hurts.”

“Alright, when did this start? When did you get hurt?”

“I twisted it while jogging three years ago.”

“You⏤ Wait, what?”

In order for this to work the way it needed to, you’d have to focus on actual emergencies only. Alone you would never be able to handle the patient load that would come with servicing an entire city. Plus, you really didn’t want to. The amount of time it would take to even attempt that was insane, and Din needed your help with Grogu.

So, the plan would be to establish that this clinic was emergencies only, emphasize it to everyone who walked in the door, but for today you’d manage all the small, routine problems.

Just for today.

By lunch time, you had already seen 47 patients. None of which were emergent. In fact, the biggest injury was a young man who had dropped a glass plate at home and accidentally cut his hand. He needed four stitches. 

“Aayla?”

“Four more in the waiting room, doctor!” Aayla called out without even having to be asked the question. She was a gift from the Maker today. Already, you had decided to try training her more in depth medically and hire someone else to work the front desk. “You also have a guest.

“What?” You breathed, barely able to catch her words.

Aayla didn’t need to repeat herself because that was the moment Din swept into the room with the same confident strut he naturally seemed to have. At the sight of him, you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief as your lips curled up into a smile.

“What is going on?” Din asked as he drifted closer to you. There were still two patients sitting on cots waiting for you to finish with them, but Din commandeered your attention by settling his hand on your lower back and staring down at you. Even through the helmet you could feel his concerned gaze. “Why are you so busy? I thought you were hired for emergencies only.”

“I was, but apparently nobody told all of Nevarro that.”

Din stiffened. “Did Karga⏤”

“No. I don’t think he tricked me into this or that this was on purpose.” You said quickly. “And everyone who comes in, I’m telling them that from now on it’s emergencies only.”

“But today?”

“Today, I am seeing every Nevarro citizen.” You chuckled. “You want a check up, Mando?”

“Ner kar’ta,” Din shook his head, “Have you taken any breaks at all?” You shot him a sheepish smile. “Come. Let’s get lunch.”

“I can’t. I’ll just get further behind.” You mumbled. Din looked like he was ready to argue with you. In fact, his hands even drifted to his hips as his head tilted. You had seen him take on the same stance before lecturing Grogu. You wrapped your hands around his forearm and gave him the most reassuring smile you could muster. “It’s fine. I’m just sorry I’m bailing on you for lunch.” He sighed. “You poor thing, now you’ll have to spend more time with Mayfeld.”

Din huffed and you chuckled. Aayla called out that more people were filling the space, and for a second you thought the Mandalorian Marshal was considering sending everybody home just so you could have a moment for lunch. You squeezed his forearm. 

“Fine.” Din grumbled.

“Also, I know this won’t help my argument or convince you of anything, but,” You scrunched your nose with a small wince, “Do you think you can pick up Grogu today?”

Din seemed taken aback based on his voice alone, “How long do you plan on staying?”

You knew his question was one more focused on the concern of you staying here for too long versus him being upset that you couldn’t get Grogu. When you shot him another sheepish smile he just grumbled under his breath in Mando’a. Din caught you off guard by leaning forward to lightly rest his forehead against yours for a second. 

“This conversation isn’t over.” Din said simply and you just chuckled in response.

He squeezed your hand once before leaving and you were forced to return to the patients you had. Ten minutes passed at the most, you got two patients out with Aayla’s help, when Din’s heavy footfalls returned. You glanced over your shoulder to see he was holding a bag of food. He crossed the space to set the bag in your hands and you peered in to see it was your favorite sandwich from the local shop. Your eyes glanced back up at him with a grin. The warmth of being seen and known settling in your chest.

“Eat.” Din said firmly.

“Thank you.” You replied. “I’ll eat it as soon as⏤”

“No.” He interrupted. A tilt to his head and a challenge in his voice. “I’m not leaving until I watch you take a few bites. At the least.”

You rolled your eyes, in good nature, and handed him the bag so you could wash your hands in the sink off to the side. On your way back to Din, you asked Aayla to bandage one patient’s knee and get imaging of another patient’s hand. Din had already pulled out your sandwich to set on the desk you had brought into the corner. Before you could reach for it, Din pointed to the desk chair. With a chuckle you dropped down into the seat, the first time you were off your feet all morning, and only then did Din push the sandwich toward you. 

“Thanks.” You said after your first bite. More sincere than your last. Din was leaning against the desk beside you. Close enough that your arm could press against his thigh if you moved it over even an inch. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“Apparently, I did.” Din chuckled. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t have eaten at all.”

You couldn't argue. Instead, you just shook your head, “Not gonna lie, I always did have a bad habit of getting caught up in my work.”

“Why does that not surprise me?”

“Doctor, can you take a look at this?” Aayla called out.

You quickly took one last, large bite of your sandwich before standing. Din pushed off the desk to tower over you again. He nodded. “I’ll pick up Grogu, but if you’re not home by 5 I’m coming back to drag you home.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” You teased.

Din leaned over to lightly tap his forehead against yours and you chuckled. He reached over to pick up your sandwich and held it up towards you. You raised an eyebrow at him, but he didn’t budge. Rolling your eyes, you leaned over and took another bite. Holding a hand over your mouth, tucking the food into your cheek, you spoke. “Happy?”

“Yes. Be careful. Message me if you need anything.”

You watched him leave with a bemused smile.

Never before had you been so acutely aware of the saying ‘when it rains, it pours’. Today had already been stressful and busy so it would make sense that at 4:25 in the afternoon an actual emergency rolled in. Nothing to test and stretch your skills like having to handle a trauma case after a full day of working. There had been an incident, on the other side of this world deep in the lava plains, where a group of smugglers got a bit too close to a river of lava with their weapons and nearly blew one another sky high. 

The least injured of the three had flown them in. She had some superficial burns all along her left side. Then the other two had third degree burns that required some serious fluid replacement. You didn’t stop working, barely paused to take a breath, until all three were stable and resting comfortably. Only then did you drop down into your desk’s chair and rest your head on your arms with a sigh. 

About twenty minutes later, a pair of hands settled on your shoulders, squeezing in comfort, and you would’ve been startled if you didn’t recognize the creak of Din’s leather with the comforting smell of his flight suit’s detergent and the polish used on his beskar. 

“What time is it?” You groaned.

“8:42.”

“You’re nearly four hours late.”

Din squeezed your shoulders once more before letting a hand settle on the back of your neck. You found the weight of it grounded you. “I got here at 4:50. Saw you were busy with something important. Left then came back.” His thumb caressed your skin, and you pushed your head up to glance at him. Din had the hand not on your neck resting on the desk. “You alright?”

“Just tired.” You mumbled and rubbed your face with one hand. “Grogu?”

“He’s with Peli. Missed you at dinner though.” Din replied. “He acts up when you’re not around.”

“No, no. He’s a perfect angel, always.”

Din snorted at that, and the sound made you chuckle. You glanced over at the cots that held the three smugglers who slept soundly. All their vitals still stable. Din’s hand slipped down to rub your upper back soothingly. “You coming home?”

“I can’t. Not until the emergency shuttle gets here to pick those three up.” You sighed. “They have to be at a facility with a higher level of care than just me.”

“‘Just you’ saved their lives.”

“You know what I mean.” You shrugged. “You should go though.” Din tilted his head. “There’s no telling how long it’ll take for the ship to get here. I already sent Aayla home. I’m just babysitting right now. You should pick up Grogu and head home. Get some sleep.”

Din shook his head as if it were the stupidest thing you had ever said. He gently wrapped his hand around your upper arm and pulled you up from your seat. You let him drag you along to the fourth cot in the room which was currently empty. “You sleep. I’ll babysit.” 

“Din…”

He lightly pushed down on your shoulders until you were seated on the cot. You stared up at him in question, but he just shook his head. “If something changes with their status I’ll wake you.” Din pushed you down a little further so you were laying down. The moment your body hit the relatively soft bed you felt yourself sink into it with exhaustion. Din went to walk, but you grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the cot as well.

“You can babysit while laying down, can’t you?”

“My armor isn’t gonna be much of a pillow.”

“Neither is this cot.”

Din chuckled and dropped down to lay beside you. You rested your head on his chest, the cool metal of the beskar biting into your warm cheek, and just sighed. It hadn’t occurred to you how tired you truly were until now. Din had an arm wrapped around you so he could grasp your shoulder with his hand and use his thumb to trace patterns there.

“Take a break, doc.” Din hummed. “I got you.”

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[trials-era-sam]

Gonna get chick-flick-momenty for a minute if you don’t mind!!!!!

In 2018 I told myself, “it’s already season 13, the show is bound to end sooner or later and I’ve already been watching this show and been obsessed with it for almost 10 years, I HAVE to meet Jared this year.” I got incredibly lucky that this was the one and only year Creation decided to host a con in Birmingham, UK, a city I’d already been to and felt comfortable going to on my own (unlike Rome haha) and that very first con was AMAZING. Had a great photo op with Jared - but most of all, got to meet my amazing friend @malnourishedsamdean who became my convention buddy. We’ve now gone to three more cons together, only one of which Jared did not cancel - whether he was there or not though, he may be our fave but we had tons of fun and made up for it by meeting more of the cast!!!! - and it would have been four had I not made stupid financial decisions, but oh well. I’ll always treasure these memories with C and hope to make more, and we also met some amazing people there!!!!

Then last year I went to my first JIBcon, finally confident enough to do it having been to Rome in the meantime, but mostly confident because I was going with the wonderful @schielegon and had SUCH a fun time ♥️♥️♥️ the events were incredibly fun (especially a meet and greet where Jared gave me the very last question 🥰) BUT the highlight was definitely meeting this gal I just tagged as well as @ghost-go-roasty-mctoasty , @arwenadreamer , @takikojou and other lovely people <333

There was also that one con that C and I booked on my 28th birthday and only got to go when I was 31, but I don’t think I need to explain why, no one needs the reminder lol. It was SO worth the wait - especially because our beloved @jellybracelet got to come with us <3333

JIB was so amazing I nagged her and @seanwinchester to come this year, and we just had the most wonderful, wonderful weekend because these guys are the most fun, and met more lovely people 🥰🥰 can’t even put it into words because of the sleep deprivation but I’m still floating on that high!!!!

And now that I’ve told my life story as if I was a fan asking Jared and/or Jensen a question,

TL;DR - I feel so, so incredibly lucky and happy. I really hope this doesn’t come across as braggy and I’m sorry if it does - I genuinely, genuinely want everyone to experience stuff like this. It’s the absolute best. I don’t think another show would have provided me with the happiness, the memories and the FRIENDS this show has. I’m so grateful to all of you and also to the cast who will never read this ♥️♥️♥️♥️ they say never to meet your heroes but my interactions with Jared have been so great, he really is as kind and funny and sunshiny as he seems (yes I know I am parasocializing hard idc) and, as I don’t think I’m stopping cons now because they’re so addicting (HOW HAVE I ALREADY BEEN TO SIX. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ONE), I’m so excited to meet more of you in the future <33333 I love you all so so so so much this is the best community ever!!!!!!!!!

Also now that it’s on yt for everyone to see and while I’m pouring my heart out, hi! I’m Anaëlle. Please continue to call me Ana <33 but know that I freaked out hard when Danneel’s character had my name in the show lmao

#personal #long post #I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH

[guess-my-next-obsession]

i am so excited for the new chapter you don’t even know!!! everything you write is incredible and i’m so in love with your fics! 🖤

and idk about this idea and how it would play into your headcanons for breakingupslowly!joel and reader, but lately i’ve been thinking about reader being in upset for whatever reason and lowkey taking it out on joel, snapping at him when he tries to ask her why she’s in a mood, and then he just claps right back at her with the same energy, but she breaks down and starts to cry and joel feels awful. but reader apologizes right away and just tells him she’s feeling down about something and hes like “why didn’t you just tell me, darlin, yknow i’m here for ya” and then she gives into his cuddles!🥺

Breaking Up Slowly: Drabble #1

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

rating: M (relationship issues, mentions of sex, brief violence, arguments, brief talk of Sarah, soft ending)

word count: 1.5k

a/n: anon, i loveeeeeeedddddd this ask!! this is gonna be set at the beginning of their relationship when they were back in Boston.

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It had been about a month since you and Joel took the leap from friends to something more, and although you were more than content with the physical aspect of your relationship, it was beginning to frustrate you how little he allowed you into his mind and heart. No matter how hard you tried to provide him with a safe place to open up, he seemed dead set against it. It was beginning to eat away at your confidence. Why didn’t he trust you?

Even without taking into account your relationship troubles, the day had been a grueling one. A trade with a group of hunters that Joel and Bill used to be a part of had gone about as south as it could go without someone dying.

You, Joel, Tess, and Bill had gathered for the meeting, the four of you now running with the smugglers rather than the violent hunters. The trade was supposed to be a relatively simple one: ammunition for med supplies. You can take a guess at who wanted what. But nothing was ever so simple in this nightmare of a world.

After a long shouting match with threats of murder and all sorts of other nasty, nasty things, one of the hunters took it upon himself to lunge at you, landing a blow across your cheek. The ring he was wearing sliced a cut onto your cheekbone, but the wound was nothing life-threatening. Regardless, Joel rectified the situation by swinging a crowbar at the man’s kneecap, shattering it and breaking his leg.

“Go!” he shouted, looking only at you. Your brows furrowed as you looked to the other two in your group, gesturing at them. “I said go.”

With a huff, you ran off back to your apartment, frustrated by his chivalrous act and protective nature when you probably should have been grateful. All you could gather from his order was that he saw you as a weak link, a liability.

He didn��t think you could hold your own out there.

Hours later, you found yourself back in your apartment, nursing the wound on your cheek while eating the pack of shitty ramen you’d picked up at the ration supply. The sound of pouring rain outside your window filled the darkened apartment as you sat on your sofa, staring blankly at the water droplets racing each other down the glass, your frustration turning to anger the longer he took to come home to you.

Not only did he not trust you with his heart and mind, he apparently didn’t even trust you to do your job. The job you’d been doing long before he ever came along. The job you’d been hard at work perfecting while he was off running with the hunters.

The door swinging open pulled your eyes from the windowpane, your stare full of irritation as his wet, muddy boots squelched along the hardwood of your apartment.

“Couldn’t wipe your feet at the door?” you snapped before shoveling some of the noodles into your mouth, turning your eyes back to the window. Joel sighed as he hung up his jacket and took his boots off, his lack of response only fueling the anger that festered inside of you.

When he walked into the kitchen, he seemed to not give a damn about your obviously upset state, his heavy hands opening and closing cabinets and drawers driving you half-mad as you sat there trying to tune him out with your jaw clenched.

“You want a beer?” His voice was just as snappy as yours when he finally spoke, causing you to whip your head around with furrowed brows and a pointed stare.

“Do I want a fucking beer?” you snapped, Joel’s deadpan forcing all of the words you’d been swallowing to surface in your throat. “What I want is for you to tell me why you don’t fucking trust me to do my job.”

Joel rolled his eyes and popped the cap on his beer, swallowing half of it in one chug. You stood up and walked to the kitchen, your shoulder hitting his as you breezes past him, tossing your food into the garbage as your appetite disappeared.

“God damn, you’re in a mood today,” he sighed and walked to the sofa. You fought the urge to throw your bowl across the room at him. “Most people would be thankful—“

“Thankful? For fucking what, Joel? For you sending me home after a little fucking punch? I’ve been shot, stabbed, and beaten, and you think a little punch is too much for me?” You stomped over at him and stood in front of him as he sat on the sofa, giving you that famous scowl of his. “You don’t fucking trust me out there, you don’t trust me in here—“

“What are you talkin’ ‘bout? If I didn’t trust you out there, why would I willingly join a team with you on it? If I didn’t trust you in here, why would I be sat here with a damn beer, my gun left back at my own damn place?” He watched you carefully as you tried to stop yourself from crying, from letting him know the real reason you felt so insulted today. “You want to enlighten me on what’s really goin’ on, darlin? Or you just gonna keep on starin’ at me in hopes I figure it out?”

“You’re—“ you stopped yourself from speaking, your tone too harsh for the vulnerability you were about to show. Taking a deep breath, you groaned at the tears that had started to spill despite your best efforts to keep them at bay. Joel sighed too, setting his beer down and standing up, his hands resting on both sides of your face, avoiding the swollen cut on your cheek.

“C’mon,” he attempted to guide you into your bedroom, the only place the two of you knew how to give yourselves over to one another, but you stopped him with a frustrated click of your tongue.

“No, Joel,” you shined in protest, nearly stomping your foot like a child. Joel looked at your with a furrowed stare, confused by your display of frustration. You gestures towards your bedroom and sighed. “You only ever want me like that. You only trust me enough to fuck me.”

“What?” He guffawed at your accusation, his hands perching on his hips.

“You don’t open up to me, you don’t talk to me, you don’t…you just want to fuck me,” you spoke in a small voice, your eyes unable to meet his as you uttered the last few words. Joel sighed, his hand raking over his face as he looked down at the floor and shook his head.

“Ain’t true.” That was all he said for a while, the two of you standing there unable to meet each other’s eyes as you tried to work out something to say that wouldn’t turn into a fight.

“I don’t know anything about you,” you finally spoke, sitting down on the sofa and letting your head fall into your hands. “I try to earn your trust, to give you the space to open up to me, but…nothing I do is good enough—“

“That ain’t it,” he snapped, sitting down beside you. “I just ain’t…an open book like that. It ain’t you, baby.”

You let out a huff, turning to look at him with softer eyes. It was hard to remain upset at him when he used that pet name, which was probably why he saved it for special occasions. Reaching over, you laid the back of your hand on his thigh, offering it up for him to hold. Joel looked down at it for a moment before intertwining his fingers with yours, lifting your knuckles to his lips to kiss them.

“I’ll try…just…be patient with me,” he whispered, turning his hazel eyes to yours. You flickered a smile and nodded, resting your head on his shoulder as the two of you sat staring out of the window. “I…had a daughter. Before all this.”

You tried not to show your shock, not wanting to come off too strong and scare him away from telling you anything in the future.

“Where is she now?” You asked and immediately regretted it. You should’ve known by now that this world was a cruel one, and Joel Miller didn’t seem the type to abandon his child. “Sorry…stupid question.”

“It’s alright,” he kissed the top of your head. “I don’t like talkin’ about it. Don’t like thinkin’ about it.”

“You don’t have to say anything more,” you assured, turning your face to kiss his clothed shoulder. “You telling me anything is a start. I just wanted to know that this was just…sex.”

“It’s more than that, baby. No matter how hard I try to fight it. You’re more than that.” He let go of your hand, repositioning himself on the sofa so that he was laying on his back, guiding you to lay on top of him. You nuzzled into his chest and hummed at his warmth beneath you, the two of you having yet to have such a tender moment like this without sex being involved. “I trust ya. In every aspect. Alright?”

You nodded, nearing sleep. “Good. I trust you too.”

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[colourstreakgryffin]

Hi-hi!! Could I request yandere head cannons for Rengoku, sanemi, tengen, anddd Mitsuri? I was thinking with a reader whose like a really big feminist? Like she advocates for women's rights all the way, and if she would listen to music it would be like Bikini Kill, Bratmobile, etc..? Thank you for your time💗💗

Why yea, happy to try this out! The four will be seperate for my own sanity! Won’t deny, a little tough to write but hope all my glass angels enjoy this!

Yandere! Rengoku Kyojuro

Just the way you fearlessly tell him to stop underestimating you because you’re a woman. He adores your dedication to women’s rights and it flares his heart to life!

And he agrees with you about everything you detail on women’s struggles. Goddamn, he is a hardcore feminist(alongside Sanemi) too. But, he’ll only drop anybody who tries to push you down, not every other woman

Yandere! Kyojuro doesn’t change much in all honesty. He is a little bit more forward and confident in making his social approach clearly further passive-aggressive. He’ll shoo away people as he wants to keep your movement rolling for your happiness

Even if he understands that you’re capable of fighting independently, it doesn’t mean he’ll let you risk your life. He is still protective and clingy as Yandere Kyojuro always is, your life is the most important thing to him

Kyojuro may get a bit more aggressive towards you as well since you fight back against his rules firmly. You don’t want any man, even the one you did like, to control you

He sadly does, he controls you. But not because he wants you to submit to the offensive, forced traditional women roles but because he wants to wed you up and make you his forever

So he’ll do everything he possibly can to prevent you from running into battle and keep you safe in the Flame Estate. Kyojuro doesn’t care what crazy length he has to go to, he’ll have the love of his life by all means necessary

“Why yes, I’d never view you as inferior to me, rose. You are incredible, no doubt but I can’t stand letting you get hurt. I need you to stay here, where it’s safe and warm and you get all of my burning heart!”

Yandere! Shinazugawa Sanemi

He was blown away. You barked at him for insisting he can handle the demon himself, informing him you’re not weak because you’re a woman and request he treats you with respect. Sanemi’s heart exploded on that day

Sanemi apologises for every potentially offensive thing he’s ever said to you and during each fight you two share, he sits back. Though from the sidelines, he is fuming with concerned-mixed-rage as you fight independently like the powerful woman you are!

He is a hardcore feminist and loves women, those traditional roles disgust him. And post Yandere corruption, this passionate disgust is tripled. He’ll behave like your second-in-charge feminist and demand people treat you equally

Truthfully, like Kyojuro, Mitsuri and Tengen, Yandere Sanemi doesn’t really change much. But, he gladly gets into arguments over women’s rights for you, you rely on him to spread the word and he’ll do anything to make you happy

Sanemi is possessive and protective but he isn’t really controlling, he won’t try stop you from fighting demons, but he’ll most likely kill your enemies behind your back. He doesn’t mind spilling blood for his strong woman

He is subtle about his requests. He wants you to stay at the Wind Estate but he’ll never blankly say to your face, you’ll retaliate so he uses good ol’ fashion mind-twisting to convince you to come over willingly… for longer than a few hours

Sanemi hates how angry you are at him for forcing you to live with him, against your will but it won’t stop him from loving you and how he expresses his affection is scary. You will grow to feel betrayed and conflicted towards him for trying to take over your life. You thought he was different…

“I’m not trying to make you submit to me, Dokusha! I’m trying to keep you safe, even if you can fight! You’re in danger and I love you too much to let you die, please! Just let me help! My one and only”

Yandere! Uzui Tengen

Tengen loves women power. Thanks to his wives, he is all for that feminist cause. His interest in it was amped when he met you. You kindly turned down his assistance for your injury, proclaiming you can take care of yourself without a man well

He’s always loved independent women and the way you act, deep in your women rights mindset, has him floating. He, like most the Yanderes here, defends you in arguments but will gladly stand down when you ask

Yandere! Tengen doesn’t really change much, as suspected. All that he does is he advocates for your cause more openly and gets hyper-aggressive in fight mode against everybody, no matter what

Even if he is supportive, his Yandere tendencies aren’t nonexistent. His slick gaslighting and manipulation is the biggest player, he is very good at tricking you to spend more time at the Sound Estate and keep you liking him

That facade will drop eventually, Tengen grows clingy and possessive over you. Nobody hurts his strong woman but he wants his fourth wife’s attention all the time. He actually gets jealous that you care so much about women’s rights, over him

Tengen is a bit terrifying and invasive, he’ll make sure he is apart of everything you do and he will propose to you at one point, everytime you say no, makes him more determined to marry you

He won’t strip away all of your developed rights but he will spin your view into believing he is the right man for you and everything he says is for your cause. He’ll use dirty means to ensure you think only what he wants you to

“Forget that misogynist asshole, love. You don’t need to worry about people’s views on women, you’re right! And if anybody tries to say otherwise, I’ll make sure they end up broken and withered”

Yandere! Kanroji Mitsuri

You’re a very different woman in comparison to Mitsuri, she’s strong physically and you’re strong psychically! She was beyond flattered when you protected her during a fight and remarked that women are as good as men

She is emotional and affectionate, she wants to hug you constantly and with how supportive you are of women, you let her. You inspire her to be better and love herself, a lot more then she originally did

Yandere Mitsuri, once again, doesn’t change a lot when in love with a feminist Dokusha! She would most likely let you protect her at times and be a lot more touchy. But she is still as protective though!

Mitsuri likes the anthem songs you write for your little group and blasts them with the other Hashira. She is proud of her love and she’ll flaunter you and your group like a flag

She can’t bring herself to wipe away your independence and rights but she will eventually. She can’t lose you to this cruel word so she’ll end up sneakily kidnapping you and bringing you to the Love Estate

Mitsuri cries everytime you angrily yell at her for trying to control you. Hurting you is the last thing she wants to do but her obsession with you is stronger than her rationality, she must have you as hers

Rather she agrees with your feminist views or not, Mitsuri can’t avoid her Yandere instincts and she’ll cling onto you, attack anybody who bother you, and try trick you into spending more time with her

“Ah! I wish I was like you, Dokusha! You’re so strong and brave, you’ve helped me realise that I’m not just a man’s bride— I want to be your bride! We can live together forever with nobody around!”

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[look-at-the-soul]

The Runway- Part 4

Lenny Miller x reader (Cillian Murphy role for movie Anna)

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A/N: You’ll see a little crossover with The Photoshoot (my Cillian’s series) 🥰📸

Opening the door to her suite, Y/N was greeted by a gorgeous bouquet of fresh flowers in every possible color. With the biggest smile on her face, she leaned towards it to capture the incredible smell.

“I didn’t write a card, I’m… terrible with words.” Lenny stated leaning against the doorframe.

Y/N couldn’t stop the smile from her face as she walked towards Lenny. London Fashion Week seemed blurry to her, compared to the mind blowing days she had with Lenny; private dinners after taking the runways, stealing short kisses before every show, glances here and there, a subtle touch when no one was looking… she had been daydreaming since the moment she opened her eyes, until she was able to be alone with him.

“I love them, thank you.” Y/N greeted him with a short peck on the lips.

“How was the photoshoot?”

That made her eyes sparkle with happiness.

“Amazing! The photos turned out great, I saw a sneak peek and trust me, it’s going to be a major thing… thank you for letting me do it.” Y/N walked towards her wardrobe to change into something more comfortable, she still had glitter on her hair, but that would have to wait until the following morning because she was exhausted, after one press conference, two fashion shows and a four hours photoshoot, she was drained for the day.

“I would never take a project from you.” Lenny allowed himself to enjoy the process of seeing the real Y/N take over; as she removed the make up and washed her face, she showed him like she really was.

“You know what I mean, I signed that contract behind Richardson’s back, he would’ve never allow me to participate in a campaign like this.”

It was about lingerie made for all body shapes, sizes and with different beauty styles, Y/N loved to share the screen with women who felt confident about their bodies, skin type and marks.

“This isn’t about looking at a women’s body in a sexual way, it’s about feeling beautiful in whatever package you have, you know? This stigmatization the industry has made us all believe that you have to be a certain size to use sexy underwear has a terrible impact because no matter how hard we try, we’ll never be enough.”

It had been such a great experience to stand next to beautiful women, with gorgeous skin tones, freckles, plus size, stretch marks, short hair, a birth mark. Literally every kind of beauty. She was inspired by this project, by the impact it would have. She could easily imagine the publicity it would get, to reach so many women who might identify with one of the ambassadors. This lingerie wasn’t looking to reach the average women only, they wanted the entire community.

The brand wanted to make every single women out there feel beautiful.

Lenny loved to hear her talk about her passion, and building a women’s confidence was one of those topics that made her smile bigger.

“I felt particularly comfortable with the photographer, her name is Yael Murphy and she flew in from Dublin, lovely person, she had a brilliant idea! The message is clear, wear that gorgeous lingerie today, don’t leave it for a special occasion.” Y/N blushed realizing how they started talking about something they haven’t done yet, they still needed to take that step in their relationship, but it was still early days.

Lenny realized the embarrassment in her eyes.

“Of course I’d support your decision to be part of this project, if it’s important to you, it matters to me.”

He would never be able to even imagine the impact his words had on her.

Y/N gave him a small peck on the lips.

“Am I allowed to ask about your real job?”

He shook his head, feeling frustrated for having to keep things away from her. “It’s for your own safety.”

“What? Are there hidden microphones around or what?”

She joked, but Lenny quickly turned up the volume of the television, and taking her hand, he guided her towards the kitchen, after turning on the blending *(?) machine and when the noise covered his voices, he whispered:

“Y/N, this is an official investigation.” The serious tone in his voice and the look in his eyes, made her skin crawl, sometimes it was easy to forget about that with how much the shows demanded from her. “You need to remember I’m not a real model agent.”

“Do they know that we’re together?”

“Romantically? No, that’s why I tell you to come to my room.”

“So you really set up microphones in my suite?”

Lenny sighed. “It wasn’t me, it’s part of the investigation, my team is monitoring your sister 24/7 therefore your suite as well.”

Y/N felt a knot in her stomach at the privacy invasion. She wasn’t doing anything wrong, yet it made her feel uneasy to know there were people listening to her phone conversations, they were able to know absolutely everything about her.

“It’s fine, Y/N they’re only looking for something that leads us to the missing girls.”

Y/N seemed to think about it for a moment, Lenny took the opportunity to grab her by the waist to pull her body towards him.

“I want this to be over.” She relaxed against his chest, while Lenny experimented something he had never felt before.

“I’m not stopping until I find who did this.” He turned off the blending machine.

“Okay, so if you can’t talk, you’ll answer my questions at least.” Y/N proposed with a grin, Lenny was in his usual serious character and she wanted to know more about him.

Lenny squinted his eyes at her and stole a few almonds from her bowl.

“Can I ask how did you became an agent?” Y/N lowered her voice into a whisper for the last part.

Lenny made a face, “can’t say that, confidentiality agreement.”

Y/N opened her eyes. “Oh, okay… what’s the most boring part of your job?”

“Nothing is boring.” Lenny gave her a half smile.

“If you could be anything else, what would you choose and why?”

Lenny raised an eyebrow. “Why would I change this?”

Y/N groaned. “You really can’t answer anything?”

Lenny shook his head. “It’s for your own safety, trust me.”

“Okay you win, I should start asking you what’s your favorite place to go on vacation but I assume you don’t visit the beach often.”

That made a Lenny laugh.

“Where would you like to go on vacation? Given the fact that you’ve been around the world.” He asked.

He saw her the way her smile lit her entire face. “Somewhere away from people, a quiet little place where no one can recognize me.” Y/N sighed. “I love being surrounded by nature.”

Lenny nodded thinking already of an idea.

“Venice or Greece.” Lenny stated. “Never been there, or somewhere beautiful like Puerto Rico.”

Y/N could totally picture herself strolling down the street in summer dress next to Lenny wearing sunglasses and shorts. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard his laugh.

But she was eager to know more about him, she wanted to go through every layer.

“So you know how to cook.” Her eyes scanned the plate Lenny prepared.

“I know enough to not starve myself.” Lenny chuckled, feeling comfortable enough to joke around her. “Salmon, great protein source, I added carrots, zucchini and asparagus,I know you don’t eat potatoes and tomatoes.”

“No, if I do, I get bloated the next day.” In a surprising motion, Y/N took Lenny by the face to kiss him, feeling so grateful not only by his company, but his sweet details.

“I’m going to cook more often.” Lenny winked at her. “What’s the fashion mistake you regret the most?”

“For a photoshoot, they asked me to bleach my hair, I don’t know back then I was allergic to an ingredient and had an awful reaction all over my face and my hair started to fall of… I had to wear wigs for months, because they cut it really really short.”

“That’s terrible.” Even though Y/N wasn’t vain, Lenny was aware of the importance of image in the industry.

“I think you were the party boy in high school,” Y/N guessed moments later, “with a bunch of girls in love with you.”

“No.” He chuckled.

Y/N raised her eyebrows, while a Lenny sipped on his wine.

“Which part?” She asked leaning on the back of the couch.

Lenny gave her a smile, a genuine and lightning one. “So you really think I’m the heartbreaker type?”

“Of course you’re!” Y/N wrapped her arms around him and felt Lenny relax under her touch.

“Well I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I wasn’t, all the opposite… I tried to blend in, never stand out.”

“Why?” Y/N was shocked.

Lenny shuddered, thinking about the right answer.

“I was trying to get good grades, I suppose.”

“So you were smarty.” She rounded the couch to sit next to him, loving the small glimpses of him she was learning.

“I had to, needed to maintain my scholarship.” For an instant, he was back in time into his small home listening how there wasn’t money enough to pay the rent that month. Lenny shook his head to get rid of the memory.

“And just look how far you got.” She praised. “You should be proud.”

“Can’t do that until I find these bastards.” Lenny got tense again, thinking how he wasn’t doing enough.

“You’re working really hard, don’t belittle your work.” Y/N tried to comfort him,but Lenny’s mind was now somewhere else, his expression changed and he had this dense energy around him.

“That won’t bring those girls back, Y/N.”

He should be focusing on the investigation, not catching up with his girlfriend, but as soon as Lenny looked over at Y/N he realized he made a mistake.

“I’m sorry, shouldn’t have taken that on you.”

But instead of playing the indignation game, Y/N understood the pressure he was under. So shaking her head, she offered; “can I help you with anything?”

Rubbing his eyes, Lenny cleared the dinning table and paced around the room with his hands on his hips.

“I think something’s up between Richardson and the photographer… did you ever noticed something that wasn’t right?”

Y/N seemed to think about it for a second.

“I was called to the office one day by mistake and when I entered his office, they had pictures of lots of women, when I asked if they were new models the agency hired, they quickly brushed me off from the office.”

Lenny stared at her for what seemed like an eternity, then he pulled out a radio from his belt and gave instructions to someone to follow the photographer before ordering to intervene his phone. Y/N looked at Lenny shocked by the tone of authority he talked with, the strategies he was demanding, a total different man from the manager she knew.

As he started typing in something very similar to a laptop, Lenny got a phone call. On the outside it looked like briefcase with a hard cover. “What are the charges?” Y/N saw his eyes scanning the screen, she wasn’t able to see a thing because it had some kind of protection to black everything out if you looked from a different angle.

His eyes were scanning something at speed.

“And he got released just because they never found the body? Who was the judge?” His jaw was clenched.

Another victim, he thought, an ex-girlfriend who passed away mysteriously was now linked to the photographer with whom she had a convenient relationship, according to text messages they agreed to sleep together as long as he could take pictures of the girl, then one night she never went back home. Although she wasn’t part of the group of girls they were looking for, maybe that would lead them to the right way.

“Get me everything, where was he flying on a private jet?” He snapped his fingers, getting Y/N’s attention. “Can we get anything from the plane? When they boarded? Yes, email me that, thanks.”

Richardson lead him to the photographer and him to a useless DJ that offered them both his private jet freely.

Y/N sighed, over the last few days she had learned that once Lenny got into working mood, he would hardly pay her any attention. To be honest she wasn’t try to distract him, she really admired how hard he worked, how invested he really was in the investigation. She yawned feeling exhausted already, the next day she would film a commercial for a make up brand and she would model for a shoes campaign.

But Lenny knew there’s nothing free in this world, so that hint might lead him somewhere. He decided to follow his intuition and start spying on the photographer and the DJ, there was something that simply didn’t match, there was no reason for Richardson to be so close to them.

Perhaps he should get more into the role of a model agent and get involved rom a different angle.

As he kept reading the reports, itineraries and background information, he rolled his shoulders, undoing his tie and the first button of his shirt. Taking a look around the room, he realized the tv was muted and Y/N was sleeping in an uncomfortable position on the couch, too short for her long legs.

Turning off the TV, he stared at Y/N in silence. He needed to be honest with himself for once, he was falling hard for her and deep down he knew that wasn’t the problem. As he took in her peaceful features, he couldn’t stop thinking how would he be able to make their relationship work once the investigation was over.

Rolling his neck, he slid his hands under her body to carry her all the way to her bedroom.

——

Lenny sipped on his third cup of black coffee, he was frustrated and annoyed. Felt like he was walking in circles and instead of getting closer, he was moving backwards. The jet lag was taking a toll on him, between airports, hotels, he was struggling to keep up with the dates and events. Luckily, Milan was the last stop of the fashion shows.

The most important show of the season.

He had learned that Milan was one of the four fashion capitals. And he knew all eyes would be on Y/N. The upcoming designers campaigns would depend of this runway.

No more fashion weeks for a while, finally he would be able to focus entirely on the investigation once they got back home.

If Anna was really involved, she was really smart covering her moves.

But as he was going through the evidence, he noticed in one of the videos from the cameras installed in the agency, there was Richardson visiting the photographer’s office, they walked to one of the rooms in the back of the agency and minutes later a girl stepped inside. There wasn’t anything unusual on it, he recruited lots of girls to become a model, it was part of his job, but he did notice that the girl never came out.

He forwarded the tape but only found the man in charge to do the cleaning on the building walked inside the room later.

Lenny gave up momentarily, he needed to focus, find the missing pieces.

An incoming call interrupted his thoughts. But it wasn’t good news.

Y/N was brushing her hair after taking a shower, she wanted to have breakfast with Lenny and then she would be driven to the venue where the last fashion show of the season would take place. Noticing his tense jaw, Y/N walked towards Lenny.

Rubbing his shoulders, she was able to read the screen of his phone.

The photographer’s ex-girlfriend, her name was Gillian Montgomery, she was the new Victoria Secret model. I found voice mail records with Richardson, they had an affair and possibly a threesome with the photographer several times, does it help boss?

Before Y/N could react after learning that about a model she used to know, Lenny’s statement took her by surprise.

“What the fuck do you mean Y/N isn’t closing the runway?!” He barked at the assistant. “Connect me to Donatella.”

*****

Part 5

A/N: if you made it this far, then thank you for reading! Should we have some Lenny smut? Idk how many parts are left, I’m letting the ideas flow freely… so maybe The MET Gala? Or the Victoria Secret Fashion show? You tell me what do you want 🥰

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[oikasugayama]

I love love love your latest alignment chart! It was really cute but I had some thoughts on it and wanted to share! Specifically regarding the last ‘alignment’, being annoyed by your shyness and wanting you to be more confident.

I can somewhat understand the last one, that it can be frustrating when someone is so crippled by their own anxiousness that you feel the need to do everything for them, but at the same time, I’m like: If you’re so turned off/upset by one of your partner’s most prominent traits, why even date them at that point, y’know?

I’m sorry but I don’t think that those last four relationships are gonna last very long, no matter how much love you have for someone, unless change comes fast, I doubt that sort of dynamic would work long term.

In Ranpo’s case, his inability to read social cues and understand his partner’s struggle combined with the fact that he’s very vocal and blunt about his opinions and feelings, would probably lead to a pretty messy breakup where Ranpo’s left feeling frustrated, hurt and confused and his partner feeling sad, stupid and overdramatic (I’d feel stupid too if one of the smartest people in the world was visibly and vocally annoyed by my struggle.)

Now, Kunikida is an odd case, because while he’s a very good person and would be sympathetic, he holds his ideals and his schedule in such high regard that if repeated interruptions happened and kept happening due to this one ‘issue’, I think that he would eventually come to think it would be better for both parties if they split up. It’d be a somber and quiet thing and both would feel pretty shitty afterwards, with Kunikida wondering if he made the right choice and the partner blaming and beating themself up for ruining their relationship.

Fukuchi, in my opinion, sucks in general and the way his line is phrased, I’m pretty sure that he’d eventually just get fed up with his partner’s personality and dump them without warning because he’s an asshole like that and unpleasant surprises are his whole thing.

Mushitarou would probably last the longest because given his personality, you’d first of all need to be intimate friends with him to start dating in the first place and now, because you’re spending so much more time together, he’s only just noticing how bad your anxiety is and now that you feel comfortable enough to blatantly cling onto him, he’s also only now developing a proper dislike for your shyness. It’s like the childhood best friends who become roommates in college, ‘we’ve known each other for years, it’ll all be good!’ but because this new level of closeness introduces another side of a person, there’s a chance you’ll find that you’re not vibing with it. He’d try to make it work and there’s definitely a chance that it might but a likely possibility that it won’t and would end up resulting in a pretty bad breakdown which would leave both parties devastated for both the loss of a relationship and a friendship.

Now, I never said that getting back together wasn’t possible, I think that for everyone (except Fukuchi :/) there’s a chance that they could work things out and get back together but not for a LONG while. Because learning takes time and healing takes even longer.

-Sincerely, 💋

Thank you for your analysis! We were thinking some very similar things-- I'm glad that what I was implying without saying was still coming through. There are absolutely some relationships on my previous alignment chart that would NOT last, including the four you mentioned and also a couple of others who infantalize the shy!reader too much. I didn't include it, in short, bc I didn't wanna be negative and it low-key upset me myself to ponder who would break up w me for being anxious :p

As much as I love Kunikida, there are certain details about his lifestyle that don't mix with someone who's incredibly shy/timid/anxious, etc. He can be sympathetic but after a certain point it conflicts with his idealism. He'd take it hard and consider it a fault of his own that he couldn't make the relationship work, but he also wants his partner to be with their ideal partner and he wants his ideal partner as well.

Ranpo works well in a friendship with shy people like Poe bc he can push someone out of their comfort zone by basking them in his own confidence and aloofness, but I think that he'd prefer his romantic partner "take care of him" to some extent at home and if they're too anxious to do things like run errands alone, take the train with him to show him how, etc. he would feel like his needs weren't being met. That's no one's fault, honestly. Sometimes you just gotta find the right fit.

When I think of Mushitaro I think of his late friend/partner and that awful conflict within him. He can't let himself feel guilty, but he does. He won't let himself feel remorseful, but he does. He can't show his emotions so unfortunately no one knows how much he cared about that person, but he cared so much and is so devastated by what he was asked to do and by the fact that he had no other choice. His friend needed to be released from his pain and by using Mushitaro's ability no one would get in trouble for his death, and his friend/partner wouldn't have to end it himself. I can't imagine the depths of pain Mushitaro feels and I also can't imagine him being in a relationship at all, regardless of the situation. He just can't handle the pain of losing someone again, and he isn't healed from the previous loss.

Fukuchi's was absolutely appalling and I hope no one stays in a relationship where your partner hates a large quality of your personality and constantly tells you that you need to change it!!! Don't put up with that!!! It's so incredibly harmful to your mental health. If your partner isn't trying to uplift and support you, please know that you deserve someone who does.

#ask answered #💋 anon

[ficthots]

The Way I Loved You

A/N: “The Way I Loved You” by Taylor Swift...that’s all. That’s the note. Okay and angst, break-ups, the whole thing. As always enjoy and let me know what you guys think!

Word Count: 6k+

He is sensible and so incredible And all my single friends are jealous He says everything I need to hear and it's like I couldn't ask for anything better

“Okay, I need all the details from this date,” You sipped your drink as your friends begged to hear the details of your latest fling. You had been seeing Alias for the last few weeks and it had been going well. Really well, actually.

He was a young tech hot shot that was one of the sweetest men you had ever known. Your best friend, Riley, had set you up on a date together, begging you to get back out on the dating scene. She claimed that four months was more than enough time to get over a complete heartbreak from the person you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with.

Riley had shown up at your door one night, seeing you curled up on your couch, telling her you were not in the mood to go out on the town like she swore would fix you.

“Honey, I am so tired of seeing you like this. I have a guy that I work with that I think you would be great with. I’m setting you up on a date with him,” you tried to argue back, but she took your hands in hers and broke the news in the gentlest way she possibly could. “Macy and I saw him out on a date,” you felt like you had swallowed a sandwich made entirely out of nails.

Of course he had gone out. You and Peter had been broken up for four months. You remembered how the girls in his classes looked at him and when he took that job at Oscorpe, how his coworkers eyed him. Peter had shifted into a guy of total confidence during college, letting some of his alter ego seep into him and it made him catnip for girls. You agreed to a date. One date.

Alias was a total gentleman and incredibly handsome. Your first date had been to dinner and a movie, totally cliche, but it was a lot of fun. He had taken you to one of his favorite places in Chinatown and you had one of the best meals of your life. The two of you were constantly laughing and he had picked out a great movie to see that resulted in you two holding hands for the entire second half of the screening. He walked you home, kissed you on the cheek, and said he had a wonderful time with you.

You agreed. It had been a great time and your thoughts only wandered to him two times. That was serious progress for you. Riley had called you that night and pleaded with you to tell her all about it, and you did. Your other close friend, Macy, had been conferenced in just a few minutes into the call, wanting to hear all about the night.

Only two days later he had shown up at your doorstep with flowers asking for another date. I mean, how could you say no to a personal flower delivery? Every date since has been great. He loved to shower you with compliments, he took you to places you had never seen in New York, and you were comfortable with him. Comfortable was good, right? You couldn’t ask for better because Alias was what every girl dreamt of.

On the fourth date you two slept together. It was lovely. Nothing spectacular or mind blowing, but it was good. You stayed the night at his place and woke up to him making you breakfast in bed, flower on the tray and all. Alias was great. He was great.

A month had flown by in the blink of an eye and you and your friends sat at the bar you loved to frequent together, all crammed into a tiny booth as they wanted to hear about the work event Alias had taken you to where he had introduced you to all of his coworkers and bosses.

You chewed on your straw, your face starting to warm as the attention fully settled on you. “It was great. Open bar, we got all dressed up, danced a bit. It was a sit down dinner so we were at a table with his bosses. Alias is up for a big promotion right now so it was more about good impressions. I didn’t really do a lot,” you shrugged, taking a long swig from your drink.

Riley’s eyes narrowed at you about to urge you to continue when Macy’s widened, shooting a worried glance to Riley. They quickly gathered their things, telling you it was time to go as you laughed at their sudden want to leave. “C’mon, we can go back to my place and continue this talk. It’s so crowded here and I can hardly hear you. I’m getting a headache, let’s go,” they started dragging you from the booth and when you looked to where you saw Macy shoot another brief look, you almost dropped your glass.

He looked as good as ever. He had thrown his head back, a loud laugh bellowing from him as he and a small group stood at the bar. His hair was messy, maybe he had just gotten off of patrol and met some friends for drinks. You saw Harry on his other side along with some friends from his classes that you used to hang out with.

You recalled the many nights spent in his apartment, everyone cramming for midterms, music playing, shared snacks and jokes about whatever you were all studying for. You hadn’t seen anyone since the breakup. Not because they didn’t try to reach out because they did, but because it was too much of a reminder of him. Too close for comfort as you took the time to get over it, but you felt a twinge of guilt at the fact that you had closed off to almost everyone you knew.

Harry caught sight of you first, his mouth falling slack. It quickly turned into a large smile as he pushed through the groups that crowded the space between you two. He called your name, snapping your attention to him as he approached you with his arms open. You smiled brightly at him. “Holy shit, I haven’t seen you in forever,” his arms wrapped around you, you returning the hug and laughing together as he pulled back, hands still on you.

“Why haven’t you answered my calls or texts? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for months,” a quick look of sadness took over his features and you shook your head, looking away from the blonde that you had been friends with since before high school, deciding that your shoes were of much more interest.

“Y’know. Just been busy,” Riley stepped in, lightly pushing Harry away. “We were just leaving,” you nodded your head as Harry’s face fell even more. “Wait, can you stay for just one more? He’d love to see you,” your eyes flew to Macy as she shook her head, pulling you back a bit.

“That’s not a good idea. Our Uber’s here, let’s go,” you quickly hugged Harry again, telling him that you’d call him this week to meet for dinner or something. As you walked out of the bar, Peter caught sight of you and his face morphed into one of shock and disbelief as your eyes met.

You quickly ducked your head down, letting your friends run you out as you heard Peter’s voice yelling your name out over the music and crowds. He was pushing through people, still shouting your name as you exited the building. He followed your group out of the bar and yelled out, asking you to just stop for a second to talk. You didn’t look back.

He respects my space And never makes me wait And he calls exactly when he says he will

You had been waiting for over two hours at the restaurant. It was yours and Peter’s anniversary and he was nowhere to be found. The waiter came back to the table with a small smile on her face as she poured more water into your glass, your meal finished long ago. “You know, I think I’ll just take the check, thanks,” she shook her head and leaned on the table. “It’s on me tonight. I am so sorry,” you shrugged her off. This was Peter’s thing. You knew what to expect, but even on important nights like this you still got your hopes up. You don’t know why you did it to yourself. It was a let down each time.  

You even knew that when Peter said dates start at five you knew you didn’t have to be ready until 6:30 at the earliest and even then most nights you were going to be early. It still didn’t take the sting away.

“All I’m saying is he must be a complete asshole if he stood you up,” you offered a small smile back, thanking her and sighed, checking your phone again. No missed calls or texts. The wind was whipping outside as you pulled your coat tighter around you, your leather gloves barely keeping your hands warm.

When you got back to your tiny apartment, you stepped in, glad to be welcomed by the warm embrace of the cozy space. You shrugged your coat off and glanced into your bedroom at the partially opened fire escape window.

You battled within yourself for a few seconds, trying to determine if you wanted to close it. It would send a message to Peter letting him know how hurt you were. That even on such important nights like this that you were still such a low priority to him that you sat at your favorite restaurant, completely embarrassed as you were stood up. Again. That he couldn’t carve out forty-five minutes for you. You weren’t as important to him as all his other responsibilities.

Moving to the window, you pulled it shut. A shaky breath of air released from you and you went to the living room, turning the tv on and putting on your comfort show, snuggling into a blanket. You must have dozed off because you woke up to knocking on your front door and you checked the clock on the stove.

It was just past midnight. You knew exactly who was at the door. You sighed, getting up and going to it, barely pulling it open. Peter held a bunch of crumpled flowers and a mangled card that looked like it had a tire track across the envelope. You didn’t smile back at him as he stared at you.

“Happy Anniversary, babe. I am so sorry about dinner, but I will make it up to you I promise. I know I normally come in through the window, but it was closed tonight,” you didn’t move to open the door any further to allow him to come in. Peter could see that you weren’t going to move and he sighed, dropping the flowers to his side.

“You’re mad at me and you have every right to be. It’s just that I had a work thing I had to do and then I needed to do a Spider thing and time got away from me,” your eyes narrowed at him, arms crossing over your chest.

“Peter, it’s our two year anniversary. You couldn’t even call me? Hell, I would’ve even sufficed with a text, but you couldn’t even do that,” his large doe eyes peered down at you, he was nervous. You could tell he was.

You pushed the heels of your palms into your eyes and sighed. “You can’t keep treating me like this, Peter. Like I am not a priority to you. It’s not fair to me. I sat at that damn restaurant for two and half hours like a fool. The waitress felt so bad for me that she comped my meal,” you leaned away from the door and grabbed his present off the entryway table.

You shoved it into his arms and you could feel the tears welling up, your throat going tight. “You couldn’t even get me a card that wasn’t dropped in the street. The flowers looked like you grabbed them from the garbage. Happy anniversary, Peter,” you could see that he was getting ready to say something, to jump to his own aid when you closed the door, locking it behind you.

Tears made their way down your face as you hiccuped. You turned the tv off and for the first time since you and Peter had started dating, closed the blinds to the window on your fire escape.

After your anniversary things only soured more. Peter had all but stopped responding to texts when he was busy, stood you up on more nights often than not, and when you were together you were only arguing.

You two stood on opposite ends of the living room as you tried to catch your breath, your throat hurting from the yelling you two had been doing for the last half an hour. Peter’s hands rubbed over his face and shrugged at you after a beat, a bitter laugh leaving him. “I don’t know what you want from me. I don’t know what else I can do. I feel like you’re asking so much of me. I am stretched so thin and I am exhausted. This relationship feels like a chore more than anything,” your eyes snapped to his, as your breathing all but evened out.

As soon as the words left his mouth regret seeped through him. His eyes slipped shut and he was going to try and rethink what he spoke to you, but you beat him to it.

“Then it’s time for you to go,” you whispered out into the room. It hung between you both as you watched him. His eyes met yours and he shook his head, trying to backtrack what he had said. “No, that’s not what I meant,” you stepped back from him and held your hand up to keep him from coming forward anymore.

“You said it because you feel it, Peter. For the last few months I have felt like such a burden to you. When I ask you to call me, when I ask you to go to dinner with me, fuck even when I just want to see you. I hardly even get that anymore, Peter. You think I’m a chore to you and that’s fine, but I am not going to continue to be that for you. I will lighten your load and make your life much easier. I will make both our lives easier because I am tired of being hurt every single damn day with you. I do not deserve that,” you had tears running down your face, but you had spoken so evenly and calmly, it frightened him.

Peter ran his hands through his hair and hunched over, his hands going to his thighs. You looked at the door and back at the boy that you were madly in love with, but who didn’t feel the same way about you anymore. Your heart was shattering and he didn’t put up much of a fight. Like always.

“I need you to go,” he looked at you and nodded his head, tears rimming his eyes, a loud sniffle escaping from his throat as he moved to the door. He didn’t say anything else as he left. Even if he had put up even just the slightest fight to keep you, you more than likely would’ve given it another go. But he didn’t look back at you.

On the dot at 6:02 your phone rang, a large smile crossing your face as you saw Alias’ name pop up on the screen. “Hey, cutie,” his deep laugh came through the speaker at your pet name for him. “Hello, dear. I am on my way to your place right now and we will head out to get dinner, yeah?”

Your smile grew as you stood, already dressed and anxiously awaiting his arrival. “Yes, absolutely,” as you two hung up you knew he would only be a few minutes away from your apartment.

Alias was always on time. You don’t think there had ever been a time when you had waited for him. He called everyday when he was off work at 6:02. It was a nice routine that you had settled into. You weren’t sure why you felt off by it. Maybe even bored.

After another fantastic meal, you and Alias walked side by side, your hands melded together, laughing at a story he was sharing from his meeting he had earlier that day when you heard your name echoed out into the night. Your head turned, trying to place the voice.

It was Harry and Peter. You had met with Harry the following week after the bar run in and had sat and chatted. You told Harry that he was completely off limits for a chat topic and he followed through with that. You two had caught up and it had been great to see him. It was like old times again.

Harry and Peter crossed the street to get you two, your hand holding Alias’ suddenly felt like it was profusely sweating. Alias had a large smile, showcasing his perfect teeth as he saw the two men before him. “Hey Harry,” he took you into a side hug and you didn’t know what to say as Peter had a scowl taking over his normally soft features.

Alias cleared his throat and you jumped at the sound, an awkward laugh bubbling from you. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. Harry, this is Alias, my boyfriend. Alias this is a close friend of mine, Harry,” they both shook hands, saying how it was nice to meet each other and Harry glanced at Peter.

You didn’t take the time to introduce them, offering an excuse saying you needed to get home, that you had an early morning for work the next day, but that you’d text Harry later. Peter stayed rooted to his spot, watching as you and Alias walked away, the angry look only going deeper.

The last thing you heard as you two walked away was his voice, dripping with pure agony that you had only heard a couple other times since you had known him. “She has a boyfriend, Harry,” you chewed the inside of your cheek as Alias picked up his story again, but you weren’t listening. You turned and looked to see Harry patting Peter’s shoulder as he spoke softly to him.

Yours and Peter’s eyes locked, the look of pure anguish taking over him as he saw Alias place his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side, getting your attention away from the two boys.

You didn’t look back again.

He can't see the smile I'm faking And my heart's not breaking 'Cause I'm not feeling anything at all

The glass was sweating in the summer heat. Your gaze was focused on the two beads of water racing down the side of the glass, seeing who would reach the white tablecloth first. You could feel your own sweat drip down your neck.

It was almost a hundred degrees out and you and Alias were out for brunch on a beautiful Saturday afternoon. When he cleared his throat, gathering your attention back to him, you plastered a smile on your face.

“Are you feeling okay? It’s really warm and I want to make sure you don’t have heat exhaustion or anything,” that dazzling smile that showcased his picture perfect teeth had you laughing, shaking yourself out of the haze you had put yourself in. “Oh me? I’m totally fine. I just zoned out for a second, sorry. What were you saying?”

His smile softened as he leaned back in his chair and sighed. “You’re bored, aren’t you?” Your brows furrowed and you were about to protest, claiming his story was interesting, but you had just eaten a big meal and were feeling sleepy, but he chuckled and grabbed your hand from across the table.

“I mean with us. You don’t feel a spark with us, do you?” You were taken aback, fumbling to find the words to claim otherwise, but as you stumbled over your thoughts you knew he was right.

You were bored. You didn’t feel anything extraordinary with him. He was the sweetest man you had ever been with. He cared about you tremendously and treated you like a queen, but you had fallen into a pattern so quickly and you found yourself wanting more. Missing more.

You squinted at him, guilt taking over your entire being. “Alias, you are wonderful. Honestly, everyone is so jealous that I even got a date with you. I just-I don’t know. I feel like there’s something missing, y’know?” His thumb rubbed over the back of your hand, squeezing gently and nodding his head.

“I do. I’m sorry I couldn’t be that something more for you,” you shook your head and laughed, leaning forward and making eye contact with him. “God, please don’t apologize. You will be that something for someone. I’m sorry that it wasn’t me,” he brought your hand to his lips and kissed it.

Alias walked you home that morning, giving you a long hug before saying his goodbyes. When you stepped back into your apartment, you groaned, shrinking against the door and moving to sit on the floor.

“Riley’s gonna kill me.”

And you were wild and crazy Just so frustrating Intoxicating, complicated Got away by some mistake and now

Your arms and legs were wrapped around him as he propelled you both through the air, laughs bouncing off the surrounding buildings as you clung to him for dear life, eyes squeezed shut.

“Open your eyes, babe!” You could feel his grip on you was as tight as ever, but when you opened your eyes and realized you were on the top of a massive skyscraper, your breath caught in your throat.

You were piggybacking on Peter, he had webbed your hands and feet together, just in case he said, but he kept one hand wrapped under your thigh, a comforting touch to ensure he was there and he wouldn’t let anything happen to you two. He undid the webs, gently setting you down as you overlooked all of New York from where you two were perched.

“You do this every night?” You whispered out to him, almost afraid that if you spoke louder it would carry through the entire city and everyone would hear. He pulled you into him, the material of his suit rubbed against your skin as you looked at the buildings that stretched out as far as the eye could see.

You sat between his legs as you looked around in awe. You weren’t sure when he had pulled the mask off, but you felt his lips gently land on your cheek and your face warmed. You two sat like that for over an hour, watching as lights turned on and off, cars went by, people watching together and Peter’s embrace keeping you warm.

After a while he reluctantly sighed and checked your phone to see the time. “I need to get you home. You have an early class,” your eyes closed, leaning back against him, just wanting to savor the moment, but you gave in, standing with him as he crouched in front of you.

You hopped onto his back, he webbed you to him again, and he let out a low laugh. “Oh you’re so gonna hate me after this,” your eyes widened, repeatedly asking him why as he took a running start off the building, your screams carried through the air as he dove face first, your grip on him somehow getting tighter like that was at all possible at the free falling motion, your stomach going into your throat.

Within a split second, he pulled you two back up, letting you catch your breath before flipping you both through the New York air. After a beat, you weren’t scared anymore, letting your laughter mix with his as he swung you home, even asking him to flip you again, getting more comfortable with the movements. Peter Parker fell in love with you that night.

You weren’t too far behind, falling head over heels for him on a random Thursday night. In fact, it was only two weeks later when it hit you. It had been a particularly shitty day and all you wanted to do was get home and curl into bed and let the world continue on as you slept for the next fourteen hours straight.

Instead, when you got home there was music shaking the walls, the smell of cooking wafting through your house, and the sound of something sizzling in a pan in your kitchen. As you peeked around the corner, Peter stood at the stove with your apron tied around his waist and he was dancing along to the song blaring through the speakers.

Your first smile of the day took shape as you watched him as his voice called out to you in between him belting the lyrics. “You know I heard you come in, bug,” his entire being looked as relaxed as possible as he made his way over to you. His hands pulled you to him, planting a huge kiss on you.

He moved to take your coat off, seeing you were wearing one of his cardigans underneath. “I’m sorry, I borrowed it this morning. It was freezing and I just grabbed it-” he cut you off, placing a kiss on your forehead, a shrug rolling off of him. “It looks much better on you, honey. All my clothes do,” he pointed to the barstool and you took a seat, a sigh releasing from you as you were finally off your feet for the first time since you had woken up that morning, kicking off your shoes with a groan.

You peered around the boy, catching sight of what had been cooking in the pan and when you spotted your favorite meal you could have bursted into tears right then and there. Peter picked back up with his song, singing it horribly off key as he set a full glass of wine in front of you, turning back to the pan and continuing with his task.

The worries of your day and of what tomorrow would hold melted away as you and Peter talked about your respective days at work and why your day had been as horrible as it had. “And then he yelled at me, Peter. In front of everyone at the meeting. All because I had sat in the wrong seat at the conference table. It was so embarrassing,” you shoved a forkful of food into your mouth after finishing, Peter leaned on the counter next to you, eyebrows furrowed. “I can have a very close friend of mine pay him a visit. The not-so-friendly neighborhood Spider-Man,” you smirked as you sipped more from your glass.

“He doesn’t come out often, but I bet he would be more than glad to do that for you,” he winked as he finished his food, moving his plate into the sink. You shook your head, finishing what was left on your plate and downing your wine. “Well, tell him I said thank you, but I need to keep this job and I have a feeling that he would most likely get me fired,” Peter grabbed your plate and chuckled.

He moved around the counter and wrapped his arms around you from behind, letting you swivel the stool to face him, miming his movements and burying your head into his chest. “Thank you for dinner, Petey. I really needed this,” his hands rubbed up and down your back, placing a quick peck to the crown of your head.

“Anything for you, bug. Let’s go lay in bed and watch tv, yeah?” You nodded and monitored his movements as he crouched down in front of you. You snickered as you hopped onto his back, feeling his hands land under your thighs as he stood up. He lightly adjusted you, letting you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs tightly around his waist as he ran around your apartment, jumping onto the walls and crawling around as your laughter mixed with his, tears streaming down your face.

You two had settled down, laying in bed together, Peter completely underneath you as you laid flush on him. You glanced at the boy who was quickly dozing off and felt an unfamiliar feeling worm its way inside you. The realization dawned on you as his breathing evened out, hands going still on your back, that you were in love with him. Completely and hopelessly in love with him.

You weren’t sure that the feeling ever went away, even after everything.

I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain It's 2AM and I'm cursing your name I'm so in love that I acted insane And that's the way I loved you Breaking down and coming undone It's a roller coaster kind of rush And I never knew I could feel that much And that's the way I loved you

It had been miserable in New York the last few days, reaching incredibly high temperatures, but to your sweet relief a storm had blown in earlier that evening, putting a chill in the air as the rain poured down.

You sat on your couch, watching The Devil Wears Prada for the millionth time when you heard knocking at your door. Checking your phone you noticed it was almost two in the morning. You hesitantly looked at the door and scanned your surroundings, trying to figure out what you could use as a weapon.

With your candle holder in hand, you slowly made your way to your door, moving as quietly as you could. You peered out the peephole and saw no one there. Contemplating if you should open it, you decided that it would be okay. You had a hefty weapon that you could do some real damage with if need be.  

You slowly opened the door and saw that it was totally empty, but heard the entrance door to the building close, signaling someone had in fact been knocking. You rushed over to the window and saw him walking away from your building, being drenched by the rain.

You opened the window, yelling out to be heard over the storm. “Peter!” He immediately stopped and turned, looking up at the window. “Hold on!”

Slamming it shut, you slipped your shoes on and ran down to where he stood in the street. When you came face to face with him, you could see that he was battling within himself as you stood in front of him, alone, for the first time in almost six months.

“You don’t have a jacket on. Here,” he removed his, putting it over your shoulders as you let your arms go into the sopping wet fabric. He instantly got soaked, his hair falling into his face as he used a hand to push it back, water falling off the slope of his nose.

His smell encompassed you and it felt like everything you knew, making your stomach erupt with butterflies as he filled your senses. Neither of you said anything as he held his gaze on you, scanning your figure.

“Peter, why are you here? Is everything okay?” His stare was intense, eyes dark and swimming with his thoughts and you saw how his jaw clenched at the question. “You won’t see me or talk to me,” you eyed him, only offering a shrug. “We broke up. When that happens people typically stop talking. I needed time to get over us. You. If I kept-” he cut you off, looking borderline distraught as he spoke over you.

“You broke up with him,” you stood rooted to your spot, getting pissed off at his words. “How do you know that?” He didn’t falter or hesitate as he answered.

“I saw it,” you took a step towards him, arms folding over your chest as your voice raised. “You’ve been watching me? Are you shitting me, Peter? Who was stalking me? You or Spider-Boy?” His nostrils flared at the nickname that he utterly despised.

“Doesn’t matter,” you scoffed, breaking your gaze from his, laughing as you grew more agitated. “It absolutely fucking does. What gives you the right, Peter?” Your voice raised even more, almost to the point of screaming at him.

“I love you, damn it! I fucking love you!” His tone matched yours, levels of anger and irritation matching each other. Your eyes widened, shaking your head, your wet hair slapping your cheeks at the movement. “I fucked up letting you go. I said the stupidest fucking things I could have ever said to you that night and it absolutely wrecked me. I have been a goddamn mess. I feel like I’ve been losing my mind!” His hands ran through his soaked locks, pulling at the strands as he continued yelling.

Your head didn’t stop shaking, a chorus of no’s mingling with his words as you watched him, tears stinging your eyes. He moved closer, almost flush with you.

“I treated you like shit. I hadn’t slept in two days, I was stressed and I know that isn’t an excuse and I will never be able to apologize enough for it. I can’t forgive myself for what I said to you, but I didn’t mean a single fucking word. I love you. Bug, I love you so much. I am so sorry. I will never be able to apologize enough to you,” you took a step back from him as his tone grew more desperate, pain seeping into each syllable, fighting tears as he talked.

“I just need to know if you love me. If you tell me that you hate me and that you want me to leave you alone, I swear I will. I’ll leave you alone and you won’t deal with me again. But I need to know if you love me. Do you love me?” He was crying at the end, stumbling over his words.

Your eyes snapped up to his as his breathing grew more labored as each word left his mouth, stabbing you the more he said. You couldn’t believe what he was telling you and you didn’t want to hold anything in anymore, knowing this was your chance to get it all off your chest.

“You fucked everything up, Peter! Alias was amazing. He-he called me every single day. He never missed a date. Everyone was jealous of me for landing him! But you know what the worst fucking part is?” You were yelling through the tears, trying to catch your breath as pain flashed across Peter’s face.

“He wasn’t you. Every time I was with him all I could think of was you. I felt absolutely nothing with him because he wasn’t you. He was everything you were supposed to be that you weren’t, but it didn’t fucking matter because he isn’t half of what you are and I fucking hate you for that,” Peter’s hands landed on either side of your jaw as he pulled you to him, lips crashing together.

It was ugly and filled with hatred as your teeth clashed, trying to taste everything you had missed. When you pulled away first, his grip didn’t loosen. Your breath mingled together, stuttering as his forehead rested on yours.

“One more chance. Please? I need one more chance,” you fought within yourself, trying to decide as quickly as possible, sort out all the feelings you had been saddled with during the aftermath of the worst time of your life. It all came down to the fact that you missed him. You so desperately missed him.

Your eyes opened, seeing his cedar, impenetrable look dance over your face, trying to determine your answer before you did. You sucked in a deep breath as you nodded your head, feeling the rain drip down your nose as you met his look.

“One more chance.”

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Hope I’m not bothering you with all my requests but your writing is incredible! (*^^*)♡

Maybe some endgame SteddyHands x Reader where Ed and Stede are together and Izzy and Reader are together and they go on a double date (Stede’s idea) and all have a really good time. But afterwards whenever it’s not all four of them together it feels like someone’s missing. Shenanigans ensue. Ed and Stede probably decide to invite you and izzy on more double dates and Izzy is probably worrying that you are realizing you want better than him and Reader is just confused and concerned.

Maybe eventually Lucius tells them all that “if all of you would rather go on double dates and spend time with all four of you, why don’t you all just dare each other?” And the Ed, Stede, Izzy, and Y/N all realize “ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ how did we not think of that?”

Just All Date Each Other Already!

“Why did you agree to this?” Izzy grumbled as he ran his fingers through his hair, evenly spreading the pomade throughout it. He didn’t even know why he was stressing so much about this, it was ridiculous. 

“Because they were doing that thing where they act like you have a choice but you actually don’t,” you reminded him, fixing the fastenings of your shirt.

“All the more reason to decline,” he continued to complain as he wiped the excess from his hands.

“They’re our captains and our friends, it’s a double date. It won’t kill us,” you rolled your eyes fondly. Really, you wouldn’t think spending a dinner with one of his oldest friends wouldn’t be such a cause of stress for him.

“Barely been on a normal date, nevermind a double date. What even the fuck is that?”

Finishing up with the cuffs of your shirt, you walked up to him. You gently took hold of his waist, turning him to face you before soothingly running your hands up and down his sides. “I have taken you on plenty of dates, thank you very much. A double date is just two couples spending some time together,” you told him, though you were sure he could figure that out. “It’ll be fine, love.” 

You made a bit of a show of flattening his collar and centering the knot of his tie even if it was already pretty perfect. “There you go. You look perfect,” you kissed the tip of his nose playfully just to make his cheeks flush pink. 

“Let’s get this over with.” That was as enthusiastic as Izzy was going to get about this, but you could work with that.

“Iz, sweetie, relax. It’s just dinner. You and Ed can hang out like old times and I’ll make sure Stede isn’t too overbearing,” you assured him, giving his shoulders a little squeeze. 

“Alright,” Izzy sighed before looking you once over. 

You had dressed up a little, throwing on some nicer looking clothes that you own. Nothing fancy, just not the sort of clothes you would scrub the deck wearing. Izzy didn’t have any ‘nice clothes’, but he forwent his vest in an attempt to feel more…approachable. 

“We’ve got this,” you shot him a wink before taking his hand and leading him out of the little cabin you shared. 

At least you didn’t run into any of the other crew members on your way to the captain’s cabin, that would only put Izzy more on edge. Once you reached the door, you gave Izzy’s hand a reassuring and grounding squeeze.“I love you,” Izzy said under his breath, staring at the door. The poor man sounded like he was being led to the gallows. 

“We’re not dying, Iz,” you laughed. “But I love you too,” you gave him a quick kiss, just for a little added confidence, before knocking on the door. 

Stede flung the door open and greeted you both with a bright smile. “Right on time!” he praised, pleased with the timeliness. “Welcome, come on in, make yourselves comfortable.” 

When Stede stepped to the side, you and Izzy walked into the cabin. Edward beamed at you both from a cabinet where he was selecting a bottle of something suitably aged to have over dinner.

“I know you’re going to ask for rum, Iz, but please just give this wine a chance,” Edward spoke up before Izzy could even open his mouth. 

“I’ve had wine before, Edward,” Izzy scoffed. Sure, probably not whatever wine Stede Bonnet collected, but he knew what wine tasted like. 

“But not this wine,” Edward waved a bottle in front of him. 

“I’m sure we’re going to love it,” you smiled, giving Izzy’s hand another small squeeze. 

You herded Izzy over to the dining table. “Sit at any of the placements you like. Roach is particularly proud of this spread,” Stede told you both. 

You and Izzy chose two seats beside each other. You didn’t know if it was customary for partners to sit beside or opposite each other, but you weren’t about to leave Izzy’s side when he was already anxious either way. 

Edward strode over to the table and filled four glasses with red wine, before he took his seat opposite Izzy. Stede was quick to sit by Ed’s side, opposite you.

The four of you filled your plates with Roach’s food, adding certain elements whenever Stede recommended something. 

“So, Izzy,” Stede spoke with an air of casualness, even if his attempt at casual conversation came off as a little awkward. 

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you ate, suspenseful to see how Stede was going to communicate with the first mate. They had been getting along better, not at each other’s throats all the time, but still very rarely interacted one-on-one. At least you and Edward were there to mediate if anything went wrong. 

“How is the crew?” Stede asked. 

Good idea, you thought, talk about something neutral. When you glanced over at Edward to see his reaction, he appeared to be thinking the same thing. 

“Not bad, not going to get themselves killed while we have dinner,” Izzy shrugged, speaking like he wasn’t sure how to converse with the other man. 

“C’mon, Iz. Gotta be more to say than that,” Edward prompted, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“The sword fighting lessons have been going really well, tell them about that, love,” you suggested, smiling in a way to let Izzy know that you had him, that you were here for him. 

“The crew are doing…fine. I suppose they’re not as useless as they once were. Feeny and Pete are taking to swordsmanship fairly well. Frenchie isn’t so good with a sword but his footwork is impressive,” Izzy reported. 

“And the Swede is getting really good with the knots,” you added, sounding proud that Izzy had taught them such things. Proud to have Izzy as your partner. 

“He’s…made little songs to remind him how to tie different knots,” Izzy sighed, his nose scrunching up at the memory of sitting through the Swede explaining each of the songs. 

“It’s sweet.” You couldn’t help but feel a little fond as whenever you passed the strange man singing his little songs and tying his knots.

“It’s ridiculous,” Izzy corrected.

“Well, it sounds rather effective,” Stede grinned, “I’m glad you’re all getting along.”

“Izzy is a good teacher when he wants to be,” Edward told Stede, shooting Izzy a playful wink. 

“When people listen,” Izzy muttered before helping himself to another forkfull. 

“And that is why Jack still doesn’t know which start is which,” Edward agreed, sounding fond and amused. 

“The fucker can barely find Polaris. Would be able to if he listened to anything that wasn’t a crude joke,” Izzy smirked, amusement in his eyes, while Edward laughed.

Stede took a sip of his wine before nervously swirling the liquid around in the glass. “Well, I was wondering, Izzy…if you could give me some lessons with a sword. I’ve improved some but I’m not nearly as good as you or Edward,” Stede asked before quickly adding, “I promise to listen.” 

Izzy eyed him for a moment, like he was trying to figure out if Stede was being serious about lessons, if he was worth the time. Izzy must have decided he was serious, because he agreed. “Suppose I could, yeah.” 

“Told you he’d do it!” Edward placed a hand on Stede’s knee, giving it an excited shake. “And we’ll come and cheer you both on, right?” he looked across to you. 

“Obviously,” you smiled back at him. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you knocked your shoulder against Izzy’s, he rolled his eyes but still smiled to himself. 

After the promise of lessons, the conversation lulled. Falling awkward for a moment, a nervous energy buzzing over the four of you. 

“Oh!” Stede perked up, thinking up a topic for conversation. “You won’t believe the conversation we had with the tailor at the last port…”

Stede’s story about the tailor was…mundane at best, but you felt somewhat fond while listening to him and his passion about how the tailor dared to suggest the mix of certain fabrics. You even caught Izzy listening to the tale, the corner of his mouth quirking up every now and again, likely at the ridiculousness of the whole thing. 

Occasionally Edward would jump in with something along the lines of “can you fucking believe that!” or “it was fucking diabolical!” which was all very entertaining and rather sweet. 

You and Izzy remained in the captain’s cabin long after dinner was finished, which wasn’t the plan but wasn’t unpleasant by any means. Apparently the two of you decided that it would simply be rude to leave without finishing the bottle of wine…and the second one. 

The wine helped the four of you loosen up, tension about the strange situation fading and any nerves long forgotten. Stories flew from each of you, the others listening intently. Jokes were shared and laughter echoed, the company feeling surprisingly easy. 

At the end of the evening, you and Izzy had your arms linked together as you headed for the door.

“This was a wonderful evening!” Stede exclaimed, his voice loud with drink but endearing nonetheless, as he walked you both to the door.  “We’ll have to do it again.” 

‘Course we will, love,” Edward agreed warmly, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. 

“And we shall see you both tomorrow,” Stede moved with far too much familiarity but you found that you didn’t really mind when he stepped forward and took you by the arms. 

You spluttered a little when he kissed both of your cheeks, still smiling wide as he pulled away, but laughed it off. Izzy’s face was bright red as he received his cheek kisses, and you had to hold back a startled giggle. 

“Alright, mate, come on,” Edward laughed, pulling Stede away.

“Goodnight, darlings!” Stede waved but was already walking over to the dining table. “Edward, come help me clean up!”  

“He doesn’t drink a lot and wine is particularly…effective on him,” Edward explained, nothing but love and adoration in his eyes. 

“It’s fine,” you assured him as you lent into Izzy’s side, feeling him tighten his hold on your arm. 

“Edward!” Stede called from the table, making you laugh. 

“Night, guys,” Edward grinned, glancing over his shoulder to check on Stede, who was stacking plates. 

“Night, Ed,” you smiled and Izzy gave him a nod before the two of you left. 

You and Izzy returned arm in arm to your shared cabin. 

“Tonight was actually kinda fun,” you reflected as you closed the door behind you. 

“Yeah…it actually was,” Izzy agreed, clearly surprised that he shared your sentiment.

But Izzy didn’t have much time to think about that because you were alright in front of him, already working him out of his shirt as you brought him into a sweet kiss.

Back in the captain’s cabin, the two men had tidied the table somewhat before slipping into their comfy bed. 

“Tonight was lovely, Ed,” Steded murmured into Edward’s neck, happily curled up around him. 

“It was fun. I think even Izzy enjoyed himself,” Edward mused fondly, tracing little shapes against’s Stede’s arm. It really had been too long since he and Izzy spent some time together and it was nice to see Izzy happy with somebody who treated him well, you were clearly very good for his friend.

“We really should do it again.” 

“I’d like that,” Edward smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of Stede’s head.

-

Apparently that double dinner date had awoken something between the four of you. Relationships between Izzy and the crew had been improving for a while now and, while he didn’t seek out Stede’s company, he didn’t complain so much about the co-captain’s presence. The new development was that the four of you were putting much more effort into spending time together than you usually would.

Stede had stayed committed to his lessons with Izzy, never missing a lesson and always putting his full effort into it. He really was improving as well. His dedication and improvements were doing the job of gaining Izzy’s respect, and perhaps even some fondness. As the two men sparred back and forth, you and Edward would cheer them on from the sidelines and throw in advice for Stede. Edward would throw an arm around your shoulders when he got over excited, shaking you as he cheered on one of the men.

Edward had been randomly finding you when you were up on the deck, teaching you little tips and tricks about how to predict the weather. You were learning how to read the clouds and pay more attention to the temperature changes, but you knew you would never develop the sixth sense that Edward seemed to possess. Still, you enjoyed those little moments together.

Edward and Izzy would spend some evenings sitting up in the crows nest, just like they used to when they were deckhands on the same ship. Talking in a way they hadn’t in years.

After sharing your routine morning coffee with Izzy, when Izzy had left to round up the rest of the crew, Stede would come and speak with you. Never about anything important, just like he wanted to spend some time in your company, and you didn’t mind in the slightest. 

Spending time together were highlights of your days but nothing quite compared to when all four of you found yourselves together. When the four of you got together for something it just felt like something was clicking into place. 

The four of you were getting along better than ever, finding yourself seeking each other out just for the sake of it. You enjoyed each other’s company, found it easy to be around each other, enjoying learning more about each other, and growing fonder of each other as the days passed.

However, this new closeness had caused a few…crises. 

Stede loves Edward, he had never known love like this, he didn’t even think it existed. Only weeks ago Stede would have easily and proudly exclaimed that Edward was his entire world. And yet, he found himself longing after the company of two others. He loved Edward dearly, every part of him, Edward was more than he could ever ask for. There was absolutely nothing wrong with the time he and Edward spent together but he found that he enjoyed that time as much as he enjoyed his time with you or Izzy, and when he considered it to be the best was when all four of you were together. Everything just felt so…right. Was he truly so greedy and so selfish that he needed to have you and Izzy as well? Oh god, what would Edward think if he knew?

Edward had been beating himself up as well, finding himself curled up in an empty bathtub more often than usual. He loved Stede, had from the very start and never questioned it since. But he loved Izzy too. He and Izzy had such a history and over time the connection they shared had become tangled and twisted into something unrecognisable. But he did love Izzy, had for a long time, just assumed it was a different kind of love to what he shared with Stede. Plus, he was with Stede and Izzy was with you. The two of them were happy and things were finally going well for them both, so why did something feel wrong? Then there was you, he could so easily see what drew Izzy towards you. Your kindness and sincerity, your patience and open adoration for the people you love and care about. Edward had always liked you but spending more time with you had been eye opening. He was Blackbeard, he should be able to have everything he wanted and more, but he couldn’t stand the thought of hurting Stede, of hurting any of you.

Despite the worries of the captains, they didn’t talk about it, but they did decide to invite you and Izzy on more double dates. Dinner and drinks in their cabin, stargazing on the quarterdeck, nature walks when the ship was anchored near land. 

-

For the most recent, totally normal, just between friends, double date, the four of you were in the captain’s cabin again. Stede really loved going ashore and doing something exciting with the three of you but the privacy of the cabin was second best.

The four of you were sitting around the lit fire, the cabin warm and cosy. Edward was lounging on the couch, stretching his bad leg out over Stede’s lap. Izzy was sitting in one of the arm chairs, surprisingly relaxed, while you had made yourself comfortable on the floor between his legs. Sitting on a pillow with your head resting against the inside of his knee. 

You laughed at one of Edward’s stories, turning your face into Izzy’s knee to muffle the sound. 

“Oh! Before I forget, I picked something up for you when we were last at port,” Stede announced excitedly, placing his drink down. 

“Me?” you asked, eyes widening as you lifted your head from Izzy’s knee. 

“Yes, it’s nothing too special. I just saw it and it looked to be your size and I just thought about how well it would suit you!” Edward smiled as he moved his leg, letting Stede stand from the couch. “I’ll go fetch it!” and with that, Stede disappeared into his secret wardrobe.

You looked to Edward for some sort of explanation as Izzy sat up straighter behind you. “Don’t worry, it wasn’t too expensive,” Edward assured you, seeing the slight panic on both of your faces. “I agree with him though, think it will look fantastic on you.”

You couldn’t help but blush a little at the way Edward smiled at you. Admittedly, you could see why people gravitated towards him. 

Behind you, Izzy frowned to himself. Stede was getting you gifts and Edward was complimenting you…something about this felt…wrong to him. 

Stede soon returned with a silky looking white shirt on a hanger, holding it up proudly. “It’s alright if you don’t like it,” Stede quickly backtracked when you just stared at him, looking a little embarrassed.

You stood, Izzy offering you a hand, before approaching Stede. He kept hold of the hanger while you rubbed the material between your fingers. If you accepted the gift, it would definitely be the softest thing you owned.

You just didn’t understand why Stede would buy anything for you. “It’s beautiful, but you really didn’t need to-”

“I know that,” Stede tutted, “I just wanted too.”

“You should try it on,” Edward suggested and Stede nodded in agreement, while Izzy shifted in his seat. 

“Alright,” you nodded and took the shirt . Stede gestured for you to go into the wardrobe for some privacy. 

You disappeared into the closet, taking a quick look at Stede’s variety of clothes and the garments Edward had collected since being with Stede. 

Izzy watched you slip out of the room, a little frown still on his face. “What do you think, Iz?” Edward asked, getting his attention. 

“It’s nice,” Izzy shrugged. It was a nice shirt…

“This is all pretty nice, isn’t it? The four of us hanging out.” It sounded like Edward was trying to get at something, but Izzy wasn’t quite sure what. Izzy glanced at Stede for some sort of insight, but he just looked like he was waiting for some sort of approval.  

“Yeah…suppose it is,” Izzy agreed.

“We picked something up for you, as well,” Edward grinned, stretching out his bad leg before standing from the couch. Izzy watched, silent and confused, as Edward wandered over to the desk, pulling something out of a drawer. “I know you take care of your stuff so your knife is in perfect condition but it’s old and you deserve something new,” Edward brought the new dagger over to where Izzy was sitting.

“I had my eye on something else but Ed said it was more decorative than practical and I know you love practicality,” Stede confessed.

“What do you think, Iz?” Edward asked as he handed over the blade.

Izzy examined the blade, turning it around and testing the weight in his hand. It was a fine blade, thin and sharp. Deadly. The handle fit in his hand like it was made for him. It must have cost a pretty penny.

“It’s…it’s good. Uh…thank you,” Izzy could feel how warm his face had turned as he looked up to Edward.

“You’re welcome, mate,” Edward grinned, pleased with himself.

Thankfully, the attention was taken off of Izzy when you walked back into the room. You were wearing your new shirt, tucked into the waistband of your pants. They had been right, it was perfect on you. It billowed and clung to all the right places, the collar fastened with laces, letting you choose how tight or loose you wanted to tie it. Right now you had it tied loosely, casually. 

“So, what do you think?” you asked, uncomfortable with the silence you were met with. 

“Beautiful!” Stede complimented brightly, instantly blushing at his own praise. You blushed as well at the earnesty. 

“It suits you,” Izzy really meant it but he still felt like he was beat to the chance to make you blush and smile like that. 

“Thanks, love,” you still smiled brighter at his compliment and that helped put him at ease a little.

You returned to your sea between Izzy’s legs, flashing him another smile before making yourself comfortable. The captains poured more drinks and returned to their seats on the couch. Everything went back to normal but Izzy found himself unable to listen to the rest of the conversation.

Izzy had given you things before, but they were practical items. A new knife since yours had been a rusty old thing, a new pair of boots when yours got wrecked. He never got you something so fine just for the sake of it. 

What if that was what you wanted? What if you wanted what the captains could offer, what if you thought they were better for you than him? 

-

Things had definitely been a little…weird. The captains have been particularly friendly lately. Of course, you didn’t mind, you loved spending time with them and the more time you spent together the more you enjoyed it. You just weren’t sure what brought on the change.

Izzy seemed to have been enjoying your little get togethers as well, until recently. He was worrying about something but you couldn’t tell what it was and he wouldn’t tell you. You knew he would when he was ready, so you would just offer him support in the meantime.

You cared for Edward and Stede deeply, more than you originally thought you did, but your priority right now was making sure Izzy was alright.

Things had come to their climax, the tension no longer letting you ignore it. Izzy was avoiding Edward and Stede completely and being distant with you, you just refused to let him push you away completely. Edward was keeping his distance from you and Izzy, sticking extra close to Stede and it was like Stede was going out of his way to ensure nothing he did could be interpreted as anything but platonic.

It was all very strange and you hated it. You hated that something was on Izzy’s mind and he felt like he couldn’t talk to you about it, you hated that two of your closest friends were acting so distant. You wanted to know what was bothering Izzy but he refused to talk about it, you couldn’t ask Edward if he knew anything because he would practically run away from you whenever you tried. 

Something was wrong with each of the men you cared about but you just couldn’t figure it out at all. You wanted to make things right, you just didn’t know how.

-

By midday you felt like banging your head against the mast until something broke. Izzy was being all sulky, Edward weirdly flighty, and Stede uncharacteristically untalkative. 

“Why do you look so sad?” Lucius asked, coming up to your side. 

“Do you ever feel like something is going on with the people around you but you don’t know what and nobody will tell you what it is?” you asked, folding your arms on the ship’s railing. 

“Sometimes, and then we talk about it and solve the problem,” Lucius nodded, obviously with some judgement in his voice.

“Genius,” you muttered. You knew he was right, the four of you should talk about it, but that would be so much easier to do if they would actually talk to you about it! 

“You’re talking about Izzy and the captain’s right?” Lucius asked knowingly. 

“Yep. You noticed how weird they’ve all been acting too?” you knew you couldn’t be the only one who thought something was wrong, you weren’t going crazy.  

“Yes, I’ve noticed you idiots all being idiots,” Lucius rolled his eyes with a certain fondness. 

You groaned, dropping your forehead down to your folded arms. “Rude.”

“If it makes you feel better, you’re not the biggest idiot out of all of them,” he reassured you, patting your back. 

“Thanks, Luce,” you murmured into your arms. “I don’t know what happened. The four of us were getting along so well. It was great, y’know? But now it’s like nobody can stand to talk to each other for too long. I’ve asked Izzy about what’s going on but he always brushes it off like it’s nothing, when something is clearly wrong,” you lifted your head just enough to make sure Lucius could hear you clearly. 

“I think I know what’s going on here,” Lucius sighed, sounding exasperated with you all. 

“What?” you pushed yourself up from the railing and turned to him properly. You just wanted to fix things, and if Lucius had some insight you were willing to hear him out.

“I’m going to help you, mostly because the four of you sulking about it is really killing the mood.” You just rolled your eyes at him, knowing he cared really. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have even asked what was wrong. “But you’ll owe me big time for this, all of you will,” he warned. 

“Yeah, whatever, just please help me out, Lucius,” you didn’t think Lucius would ask much from you for his help. Probably just ask you to cover some chores for him.

“Grab your angry little man and meet me in the captain’s cabin,” he ordered, clearly already having some sort of plan ready.

“When?” you asked, unsure whether prep time would be helpful for Izzy or if it would only give him time to grow more anxious about the whole thing.

“Now. I’ll round up the captains.”

“...you really think this will work?”

“I really do,” Lucius sounded more like he was talking to himself than to you, but you decided to just go along with it.

You thanked him quickly before running off. You had no idea what he was planning but he had a plan and you didn’t, so you might as well give it a shot.

Izzy was definitely reluctant when you told him to follow you to the captain’s cabin, that you wanted to finally talk about whatever has been going on recently. He was even more reluctant when you mentioned that Lucius would also be there, but you didn’t want to surprise him with that. Thankfully, Izzy trusted you enough to know that you wouldn’t allow anything to harm him or put him in an overly uncomfortable situation. So, he let you lead him by the hand to their cabin.

You knocked on the door and Lucius opened it. “Sit down,” he ordered immediately, stepping aside to let you both in.

You just nodded and entered the room, seeing that Edward and Stede were already sitting on the couch, looking a little like scolded children. You and Izzy moved towards the armchairs but were quickly stopped. 

“Nope. On the couch,” Lucius corrected.

“Bit of a tight fit, Luce,” you pointed out, but he probably already knew that. 

“Don’t care. Sit,” Lucius cocked an eyebrow, arms folded over his chest sternly. 

You shared a look with Izzy before joining the captains on the couch. Edward and Izzy were on the outsides, pressed against the arms of the couch, while you and Stede were squeezed between them. 

“Lucius, what is this?” Stede questioned, sounding just as confused as Edward looked. 

“Couples therapy,” Lucius huffed, as if it were obvious. You all just frowned at him. It was not obvious. “The four of you couldn’t be more obvious. You’re all in love with each other,” Lucius never had been a fan of unneeded subtly when it came to this kind of thing, he liked a straight forward response. Even still, that was blunt for him.

Lucius thought it would be best to be blunt and smooth things over afterwards than try to get you four idiots to figure it out by yourselves. He didn’t have all day. 

“Lucius!” Stede eyes widened at the scribe, as if scandalised. 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, boy,” Edward scoffed but pointedly wouldn’t look at him. 

“Seriously, this is your idea of helping?” you glared at him. Sure, you had accepted his help, but this wasn’t what you had imagined.

Izzy was surprisingly quiet beside you, just staring down at his lap. You didn’t think that was a good sign. 

“Shut up. The four of you, just listen,” Lucius tutted. “You’ve all been spending a lot of time together, right?” he asked. Figuring that you still weren’t allowed to talk, the four of you nodded. “And you enjoy spending time together?” You all nodded again. “And most of all you enjoy spending time as all four of you?” More nods, although they were more hesitant this time. 

“Then maybe all four of you should just…be together,” Lucius suggested as if it was the most obvious solution in the world.

“Lucius-” you began to interrupt, this was a pretty heavy topic to just drop on everyone.

“Nope, still talking,” Lucius thoroughly chastised you. “Relationships don’t just have to be two people, and that’s perfectly okay,” he reminded the four of you.

When he didn’t speak for a moment, Stede figured he was allowed to talk again. “Lucius, I appreciate this and you know we all have nothing but respect for you and your relationships but…I don’t think that would be something I’m comfortable with.” 

Lucius considered him without judgement before nodding. “You wouldn’t be comfortable with Ed just sleeping with anyone, right?” he asked, still no judgement.

“Of course not!” 

“I wouldn’t fucking do that!” Edward defended himself, clearly offended by the mere suggestion. 

“It wasn’t an accusation,” Lucius reassured him. “So, you aren’t interested in an open relationship like Pete and I have. You need security. That’s fine, that’s not the only option.”

This was his nightmare, Izzy realised as the conversation sounded so far away. Lucius was suggesting that you be with somebody else (even if it was in addition to him). You would see that being with somebody else is better and would leave him behind.

As if sensing his spiralling, you gently took his hand in yours, just holding it as Lucius continued. It helped bring Izzy back into the cabin, into his body.

“The four of you could have a closed relationship. Just the four of you, all of you in a relationship with each other. Exclusivity between the four of you,” Lucius explained, “just like what you're already doing but with less pining.” 

Edward hummed to himself, a little ‘huh’ sound. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t already thought of this, but even if he had, would he have suggested it to Stede? He looked at Stede to see how he was reacting to the idea. Much to his delight, Stede looked interested, hopeful even.

Stede looked at Edward, perhaps to judge his reaction as well, and the two of them shared a silent communication. This was something they both wanted and they knew just by looking at each other. It would be new, especially for Stede, but it could be such a good thing.

Clearly making his decision, Edward broke out into a bright smile. 

“Well, uh, thank you for your…input, Lucius. I think the four of us need to talk about this…alone,” Stede gave him a tight smile, wringing his hands in his lap. 

“Hint taken,” Lucius nodded. “Come find me if you need any help…try to avoid it if necessary,” he escaped from the room promptly, probably to tell Pete everything, closing the door behind him.

“Well, this solves everything!” Edward stood up, clapping his hands together, staring brightly at the three of you. He looked almost proud of himself, as if it had been his idea. “Can’t believe I didn’t think of it first,” he admitted. 

Izzy was looking at him with wide eyes, his mouth hanging open, unable to do anything more. 

“Darling, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Stede stood and pulled Edward to the side, hoping to calm him down a little before he overwhelmed you or Izzy.

As soon as you were offered any sense of privacy, you turned to Izzy. “Are you alright?” Izzy could quite easily become overwhelmed, especially when it came to anything involving feelings, and your first instinct was to check in on him. 

Izzy convinced himself to meet your gaze, you deserved that at least. “Do you want to be with them?” he asked.

“I want to be with you,” you promised him without hesitation, already knowing where his mind was probably going. “I…I do like Ed and Stede, and I know you do too. I’m willing to give this a try if that’s something you want, but I promise you, Iz, I am not leaving you for them. I love you.” You knew that honesty was the only way to talk about this properly, but you wanted to make sure he didn’t get the wrong idea. You were with him, no matter what he wanted.

“But…what if you end up liking them more?” Izzy’s question just broke your heart, he sounded so small, but at the same time you were so proud of him for allowing himself to be so vulnerable. 

“That’s never going to happen, it’s not possible. Even if I love them, I will always love you just as much, that will never change,” you kept one hand around his, bringing your other hand up to his cheek, hoping to ease the tension between his brows. “I know you love Ed, have for a long time, and I know you’ve been growing fond of Stede. That doesn’t mean you love me any less does it?” you asked and Izzy frantically shook his head. “I’m here no matter what you decide, I love you.” 

Izzy would never understand how you were so good at this, at handling him and reassuring him. “I love you too,” even after all this time, he always said those words with the same devotion as he did the first time. 

You smiled and lent in to give him a chaste kiss, just to make sure he got the point.

To the side of you both, somebody cleared their throat. You pulled away from Izzy, dropping your hand from his cheek, as you both turned to look at the captains. They were watching you both fondly. 

“I, uh…that was a lot. Is everyone…are you alright to speak about this?” Stede asked. He really did feel like he was getting good at the whole ‘communicating thing’.

You looked back at Izzy, letting him decide whether he wanted to talk now or if he needed some time. He nodded and you looked at the captains again. “Yeah, we want to talk about it.” 

Izzy’s hand never once left yours, even when Edward took hold of his other hand, even when Stede pressed kisses to each of your knuckles.

The four of you were up until the early hours of the morning, fueled by coffee and unspoken feelings, talking about feelings new and old. Considering how a relationship between the four of you might look, how the four of you might navigate it.

Stede had suggested a ‘proper courting period’, and then gone on to explain what that might consist of. 

Things would stay mostly the same but the four of you would be courting each other, knowing that the intentions are romantic in nature. You would take things slow, make sure everyone was comfortable and let things progress naturally. You wouldn’t rush or force anything. If it felt right then you knew you were doing the right thing, if it felt wrong the four of you could go back to normal, even if it was a little disappointing. 

The next morning you woke up, still in the captain’s cabin with your beloved partner and two possible partners. Propped up against Izzy’s chest with Edward’s head in your lap and Stede’s head on your shoulder, drooling slightly. 

It was only the first day of whatever this was but you felt good about it, felt good about the way the four of you fit together even in your sleep. You didn’t want to be the one to disturb the three men, so you just cuddled back into Izzy and buried your hand in Edward’s hair.

#izzy hands x reader #stede bonnet x reader #edward teach x reader #steddyhands #steddy hands #steddyhands x reader #ofmd x reader

[peaches2217]

It’s more Expectant Mareach headcanons. I’m. I’m so sorry.

(And because I feel like it never gets enough attention, it's all Very Early Lead-In stuff! C'mon, that's RIPE with fluff potential.)

✨ At the start, Peach is incredibly conflicted towards the thought of having children; she’s got so many doubts and concerns because who wouldn't with an upbringing and history of political conflict as unconventional as hers? And she spends a great deal of time kicking herself over her uncertainty, because Mario’s wanted kids pretty much his entire life. She wants to give him that, and frankly she does want to take this next step with him, and she wants so badly to just dive right in and trust that everything will work out, but she doesn’t know that, and it scares her.

✨ The thing is, no matter how badly he wants to have a kid or ten, Mario’s not about to pressure Peach into it. He loves her so much more than he loves even the idea of fatherhood. If she decides it's not something she wants or feels comfortable with? So be it! He’ll just get a side career as a babysitter or something.

✨ Sometimes Peach will bring up one of her concerns out of the blue, in the middle of the day or late at night in bed, and she and Mario spend hours talking over every possible angle for every topic she presents. She apologizes for her conflicted mind and for taking so long, but he promises he's happy to talk it through and urges her to take her time coming to a conclusion; he’d sooner she give him a definitive no than an uncertain yes.

✨ After many such conversations, counsel with friends to work through all of her thoughts, and entirely too many dreams about Mario snuggling and doting on little brunette and blonde babies that leave her heart aching long after she wakes up, Peach gives him her answer while they’re sharing a private picnic: she wants to raise a family with him, because now she can confidently say that their children will be safe and surrounded with love.

✨ Mario spends a few minutes prodding, making absolutely sure this is her own decision, she’s not just saying this for him, she 100% without a shadow of a doubt wants a baby, a family… and then he just tackles her in kisses. He would have loved and supported her no matter what she told him, but this? Hearing her laugh and repeat his many words of love back to him in the most elated tone while they roll in the grass and realizing she doesn't just want a family, she wants a family with him, and she wants it as badly as he does? It's a dream come true.

✨ Try for Baby #1 occurs about six minutes later.

✨ When Peach starts feeling under the weather round about two months later, and then wakes up at four in the morning violently ill, the possibility that they're officially parents-to-be doesn't occur to them for a few reasons: 1.) There's a Peach/Luigi is Hurt and/or Sick switch in Mario's brain that, when activated, shuts down all internal processing other than protect, comfort, secure, so babies are the last thing on his mind; 2.) Peach is too miserable to think about much other than, well, how miserable she is, and all she can suspect is that she's come down with a bug of some sort; and 3.) they figured it would take longer. Peach has literally only gotten her period once from the day they started trying to now... which, in hindsight, probably should have been a sign.

✨ Mario fills in for her so she can rest and be seen by the castle doctor, so he's not present when Peach gets the news. But rather than insist Toadette pull him out of whatever royal task he's been saddled with today so she can tell him, she instead asks her to fetch Toadsworth.

✨ I've written like two solid pages' worth of that interaction, so to summarize: Toadsworth's an emotional wreck for the next few days. All good emotions! Mostly good emotions. He's both happy and worried, okay? That's his little girl!

✨ She tells Mario that night while they have tea on the balcony. He almost shatters her favorite teapot, because he picks her up and spins her around as soon as it sinks in, laughing in joy and disbelief, and her foot just narrowly misses it. Neither of them notice.

✨ What a coincidence! Luigi arrives back in the Mushroom Kingdom for a visit the next day because he heard Peach wasn't feeling good and wanted to offer support. Mario takes him out to lunch in town, where every Toad within a quarter-mile radius is suddenly subjected to the sight and sounds of their king and his brother shouting at each other in their native tongue, shaking each other by the shoulders, embracing and whooping and jumping up and down and maybe even crying? It's one heck of a scene, but they both seem happy, so everyone assumes it's one of those weird twin moments and leaves them be.

✨ In the interest of keeping the media uninvolved and stress levels as low as possible for as long as possible, it's decided that Peach's pregnancy won't be announced until it starts becoming visibly obvious. Not that there aren't suspicions, of course. A palace worker claims to have seen the king and queen napping together in the shadows of the private garden, their hands conjoined and resting on her stomach. But hey, we all know how unreliable court gossip is, right?

#the more of these I write the longer and longer they get #and this is the trimmed-down version of what I had originally #which is something I realize I say for like. everything I post. but it's ALWAYS TRUE #please forgive me. there's so much in my head 😅 #mareach #mario x peach #“wait why wasn't Luigi already in the Mushroom Kingdom” because he's Prince Consort of the Beanbean Kingdom #but I know y'all are here to see Uncle Luigi and not my Luisley fodder so that stays here in the tags~ #peaches has opinions #tw pregnancy

[stealingyourbones]

Hey. Hey I heard you like Superdead. Please consider a ship: Kon, Danny, Tim, and Brenard. They all love eachother very much and Brenard knows who all of them are when they have their masks on. He will actually plan Man In the Chair for them sometimes if they go on missions together! If you wanna add some extra fluff of another person to cuddle, Bart can always be added as a fun addition. Just buzzing around them all and can only be calmed by holding his hand.

Or if you crave chaos for the Poly and everyone around them, I'm a big fan of Danny X Klarion and Tim X Klarion, so why not add our favorite chaos lord to the Poly? Just imagine it: Klarion is messing with some of the heroes and one of the other Bats is there. They are getting their asses kicked so whichever bat it is just calls Tim and puts him on speaker and suddenly Klarion has his Full Attention on the phone as Tim says in a tired voice, "Klarion, why are you bullying my sibling again? Movie night is supposed to start in 5 minutes." And klarion just yells, "oh Carp is it 7 already?! I'll be right over I promise darling!" And just leaves the battle field. Also Klarion protecting Kon from any magical attacks and Kon learning that he doesn't always have to be the brick wall protecting everyone, sometimes he can be the soft boy that is protected.

I mean. Why choose just one ship when you can have them all?

Oooo Klarion/any super honestly is very interesting to mess with since Klarion is an evil aligned person but he isn’t necessarily evil. Dudes a Lord of Chaos, not the same as being evil but the outcome of chaos normally swings to more negative impacts than good.

Ok thoughts on the ships:

Super Dead. Danny/Kon: I love it with my entire heart and soul. I quite literally created this ship so you fuckin betcha that I like this ship. Created it because Danny and Kon have such similar backstory beats and ways to relate with each other that it’s insane.

Is created in a lab and gains superpowers from it.

Is half something that can wipe out an entire continent and half human.

has a mentor figure that really doesn’t help out much (clockwork/Superman).

has an iconic trio friend group. (One of their friends is mega fucking rich)

Parent(s) create machines specifically designed to injure people like them.

has an evil billionaire that wants to control them that is obsessed with their parental figure.

Wears a stupid ass costumes and has fake confidence

Died and has come back to life

Has powers that are op as fuck but never use (tactile telekinesis, ecto ice, posession, etc.)

I could go on. SuperBrainDead also is pretty closely rated in my mind. because Danny/Tim is also very cute and these dumbasses could help each other so much (also I enjoy TimKon far too much to not have the two be together)

TimBerDanKon. Tim/Bernard/Danny/Kon: i enjoy it but not as much as DanTimKon solely because I just don’t know a lot about Bernard to have an accurate assessment on how he acts. I know that he’s a conspiracy boi and that’s around it. From what I’ve seen Tim and Bernard are cute together and having the four together could be a very cute situation. The possibilities of them not knowing Danny is a Superhero and then realizing later that he is and joking now that Bernard is outmatched since it’s three supers vs one normal person.

Tim/Bernard/Danny/Kon/Bart: genuinely don’t know. There’s so many people that I’m unsure like how each person would be with each other and how the dynamic would work. Like is Bart only dating Tim and Kon? Is he dating everyone? Who knows but I enjoy it simply because Bart isn’t used in much dpxdc stuff and we need more of my son in fics.

Klarion/Danny: 10/10. Fucking incredible. Kings of Ghost and possible Lord of Order being in love with a Lord of Chaos? Beautiful and a lovely way to have a morally grey Danny because Klarion IS a killer after all. Dude wiped out the entirety of Atlantis and made it become an underwater city. You can’t simply ignore stuff like that but you can accept that he literally can’t not do shit of the sort. It’s a part of his nature.

Other option: Klarion/Dan: 1000/10. Evil power couple unite. These bitches destroy entire civilizations for fun and have a wonderful time while doing it. Chaotic Evil bastards being Chaotic Evil.

Danny/Klarion/Tim/Kon: I mean it would be hella OOC for Tim or Connor to condone or like Klarion but if you fuck around with plot and backstory a tad to and have them accept the stuff I talked about in the Klarion/Danny discussion. If Klarion tries to not as destructive or lethal chaotic acts AND tries to be a good guy, I think it would work. My thoughts is that it’s Danny and Klarion being together and Kon and Tim both dating each other and Danny. Klarion is anywhere from wary acquaintance or very good friends with Tim and Kon.

It heavily depends on who writes it but yeah. Tim and Kon recognize and acknowledge that Danny has a different view on the world and let Klarion into their lives but they make Klarion swear an oath to not do anything that’d require hero intervention of any sort. Maybe that stipulation goes away after they know each other for a while. Klarion pops up and helps protect Tim and Connor on the occasion because “If Danny finds out you died and I did nothing to stop it he’d find a way to kill me himself.” Reluctant power quadruple. Good shit.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dc comics #writing prompts #dp x dc prompt #bones replies #anon #wow this is FAR longer than I expected it to be #anyways hope u enjoy my rant on ships #long post

[enneagram-reblogs]

A few things to know about Type Four.

From NineTypesCo by Steph Barron Hall.

Common Underlying Motivation: To be truly, deeply understood for who they are (both by themselves and others)

→ Because of this, Fours tend to be very introspective - they often live inside their heads and are thinking and feeling through possibilities, daydreams, and what’s missing or lacking. They also desire to be fully authentic (and how can they know if they’re authentic if they don’t know what’s under the surface?)

Frequently Avoiding: Being inauthentic or insignificant

→ Avoiding being inauthentic often means that Fours spend more time than most other types considering how they feel or what they think about things and why.

You might now know that…

→ Not all 4s express their emotions all the time! In fact, 4s can have fears around vulnerability, sharing their thoughts, and being misunderstood, just like anyone else.

→ 4s are often acutely aware that they see things differently than others do. While they sometimes love this about themselves, it can also be a cause of frustration and sadness since they deeply desire to feel understood. Sometimes, 4s intentionally make themselves stand out a bit so they won’t be understood, thinking, “if I make it so you can’t understand me, it won’t hurt as much when I’m misunderstood.” But a lot of 4s stand out because they’re expressing the truest, most authentic self they possibly can at all times (and to be honest, a lot of us are afraid to do that)

→ Many 4s are focused on quality, meaning, and purpose, and they’re willing to shift the direction they’re moving to align with that. Which means they might change their minds or do things differently than others expect because they’re always focusing on aligning with their authentic purpose.

→ One of the biggest misconceptions about 4s is that they are only feelers and not thinkers, and that they can only be creative and artistic and not organized, determined, and logical, but these things are not mutually exclusive! Fours can be alllllll of the above. Competence, confidence, sensitivity, empathy, passion, etc. can all coexist.

→ Sometimes people assume that being emotional is a weakness… but it’s not! 4s are incredibly resilient and can navigate those big, overwhelming emotions well. Being expressive and experiencing big emotions is not limited to sad or melancholy emotions. 4s feel all of the feelings! Gratitude, joy, happiness, and love are all available, too.

→ Many 4s experience having a really tough inner critic because they tend to have a deep sense of lack. Sometimes it’s subconscious, but they might feel that there is something flawed about them, or they’re missing something others have. They might have an internal dialogue that says, “there’s something wrong with me,” and being misunderstood reinforces that. Self-compassion can be powerful for 4s because it can help them see that they are not deficient in any way.

And BTW…

→ 4s can experience pressures to conform, shapeshift, and manage their image, just like the other heart types. This doesn’t mean they always conform, but they are often aware of expectations and whether or not others accept them.

See the image version of this post!

#ninetypesco #steph barron hall #enneagram #enneagram 4 #a few things to know about #text posts

[intubatedangel]

Code Red : Chapter 6

The flu has pretty much gone, I didn’t get this done sooner thanks to a busy weekend. I’m glad so many of you are enjoying this and are invested in Anna’s story. Will she live or will the team lose her? I’d love to see your thoughts.

Story Index  

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

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Carl's arms were starting to burn. He'd only been delivering the forceful compressions for 2 minutes. He was out of practice. He usually ran a code, giving the orders and performing procedures. He always had Anna on hand to give compressions. She was incredible, she could do compressions at a perfect depth and rate for over 5 minutes with ease. But she couldn't give those chest compressions to herself. Not when she was lying underneath his hands in full cardiac arrest.

Carl looked around the trauma room, taking stock of what needed done. They needed to start a central line to get the plasma and TXA into Anna's body alongside the cross matched blood that should all be arriving soon. With the rapid infuser and a surgeon on site they would hopefully get Anna's blood pressure back up, they'd need to constantly monitor that with an arterial line. There hadn't been any point up to now, messing around with a cuff would have wasted time just to tell them that Anna's BP was practically non-existent. Anna's abdomen would need sterilised too.

Next he checked who he had to work with. In the trauma room with him were four nurses, a paramedic, a surgeon and a cop. He liked Officer Jones, but at this point he wouldn't be of any use. Jessica still looked worn out. Mark was an option to take over, but Carl knew the nurse had been shaken by his own attitude. The situation was too important, Anna was too important, to put in someone he wasn't absolutely confident in. He struggled for a moment, his gaze drifting down to her face. Her eyes were closed, her skin ghostly pale. He could only see a small portion of her lips in the gaps of the tube holder, but what he could see was a bloodless grey. He shook his head. He couldn't dwell on it. Right now, she needed Dr Teague the professional. Not Carl, the man who loved her.

"Sarah." He said to the nurse closest to him, her hand squeezing the ambu bag every few seconds. "Take over after this cycle. Lucy, swap onto the bag." He told the paramedic, who swiftly skirted around to the head of the bed and took the rubbery blue bulb from Sarah. The nurse shifted into position opposite him, mounting the step attached to the gurney. "No pulse check, straight in." He told her. They all knew they would feel nothing. "3...2...1!" He pulled away, Sarah instantly taking over, her hands thrusting Anna's sternum down to the perfect depth.

Carl took just a moment to catch his breath, then launched into orders. "Trish, get an arterial line in her wrist, I want a constant BP on the monitor. Jessica, prep her abdomen. Mark, handle the blood order when it gets here, full units in the infuser, I'll set a central line for the others."

As he was grabbing the central IV kit he glanced over to the phone, where Dr Edwards was requesting equipment from upstairs.

"Just bring a variety of grafts down, I have no idea what I'm going to find, but I need to get in there now." She was saying. Her gaze lingered on Anna's belly as it popped and rolled from Sarah's efforts, as she listened to whoever was on the other end of the phone. "Now dammit! It... It's one of our own."

* * *

Carl had to locate the jugular vein mostly by touch, Anna's blood volume so low that the vessel was almost hidden. At least it gave something to concentrate on, instead of how deathly cold her skin felt, even through his latex gloves. He managed to find it, framing it between his fingers before he took the wide bore cannula and slid it through her skin, into the vein. As soon as it was in he took the included bandage and laid it over the needle and around the port, securing it. He finished the line with a 3 port connector, ready for the TXA, FFP and leaving a spare for quick drug insertion.

He was still leaning over when he looked up, checking the progress of the others. Instead, he got a full view of her breasts, wobbling and shaking each time her chest was forced down then recoiled. His tore his eyes away, clenching a fist. He closed his eyes tight, gritting his teeth as he tried to banish the images from the weekend before, when he'd made those breasts jiggle in far more pleasurable circumstances.

He failed, and in doing so all the other walls broke down. It wasn't the sexual element that shattered him. It was who it had become attached too. Thinking of that evening drew out the feelings he'd felt then. The depth of his love for the woman he'd spent it with. The woman whose heart had become so tied to his own. A heart that, were it not for the pounding compressions, would be laying unmoving in her chest.

From the moment he had seen her lying on the landing, drenched in her own blood, he had been forcing the fear away, attempting to contain it. To bury it. To focus on being the doctor. It was nowhere near enough. He had never loved anyone as much as he loved her. And now he was losing her. The grief was smothering him, punctuated by the persistent whine of the monitor.

He couldn't do this. He opened his eyes, looking down at her face. Her hair was spread out around her head like a dark halo, framing her pale and lifeless features. He didn't have the strength to fight his hand as it reached out and stroked her head, his fingers gliding across the silky smooth locks of deep auburn. He felt the tears stinging the corners of his eyes as he leaned down and kissed her forehead.

She needs you.

I can't watch her die.

Then don't. Save her! Take that fear and use it!

It was similar to what he had told her, when she was struggling with the interest they shared. When it was distracting her from the work at hand. Don't fight it. Don't bury it. Utilise it. Let it become an enhancement to your efforts.

His eyes snapped open, letting a tear splash down onto Anna's cheek. He took a deep breath as he pulled himself back together. He was Carl, the man who loved her. And Dr Teague, the professional. Both of them together, ready to do anything to save her.

* * *

Trish managed to establish the art-line in just a handful of seconds. As diminished as Anna's blood vessels were, the radial artery was easy to find. It was the one they palpated for a pulse, they all knew it by heart. They could find it, even if there was no heart beating.

Trish inserted the needle and hooked the line up to the monitor within just a single minute. She looked up to Carl for further orders. That was when she saw the clear conflict within him. She felt like an absolute fool. She'd come so close to losing her head, so close to falling apart completely. She was Anna's best friend.

Carl was so much more than that. The kiss he gave her was so tender, his tears so painful to see. Then she saw the shift in his manner. He stilled, the shuddering fear disappearing in an instant. He straightened up, looking straight at her, his eyes ablaze with something new. It took her a moment to realise that fire within him was determination. As frantic and desperate as the situation was, Trish felt a core of steel settle within herself.

By then Carl had already looked at the cannula in Anna's wrist, then the trace it reported to the monitor, a gentle bump each time Sarah's hands caved in Anna's ribs, squeezing her heart and pushing blood through her body. The flashing reading beside it was grim. 37 on top, a pair of dashes below. And that was with nearly four full units pushed in by the rapid infuser.

Trish followed his gaze as he then looked at Anna's bloody abdomen. Jessica had taken a bottle of iodine and had liberally splashed it over Anna's belly, an orange brown flood washing over the lingering scarlet swirls and becoming a deep dirty brown as it mixed with the fresh blood that trickled from the wounds each time Sarah sent an artificial pulse through Anna's body. The nurse used a small swab on a stick to spread the disinfectant, creating a wide area of yellow tinged skin for the surgeon. No one bothered with drapes, there wasn't time. What was necessary had been done, that was all that mattered.

Dr Edwards rolled over a trolley loaded with surgical instruments, not a full complement, but what they kept in the cupboards of the trauma room. For situations that were at least similar to this. Not even those bureaucratic types who managed and planned the trauma rooms would ever have expected the tools would be used to try and save the life of a nurse who had been stabbed in the very hospital she worked in.

It was a moot point now. One of their nurses, their best even, their colleague and their friend, was lying on that trauma bed, her heart stilled in her chest because she had lost so much blood. They couldn't allow it to stand. They had to do everything in their power to stop the bleeding, to get that small heart in that petite chest to beat once more.

Edwards had scrubbed up and donned a pair of cream latex gloves that reached almost to her elbow. In her hand was a gleaming scalpel. "Have that suction ready," she said, looking at the steady rivulet of blood being forced out by the compressions. "Two units at least." She told Jessica, who had just finished adjusting the large articulated lights over the trauma bed. The nurse quickly pulled a different trolley over then rushed through a pair of connecting doors to fetch a matching unit from Trauma 1.

Trish watched as Edwards stepped up to the side of the bed, taking a deep breath. It was clear that she could feel the tension in the room. "Hold compressions while I make the first incision." She said aloud. As soon as the rhythmic distending stopped she lowered the scalpel to Anna's belly, the insanely sharp blade seeming to meet no resistance as it cut through skin and flesh, drawing a thin red line across Anna's yellow stained abdomen.

* * *

Carl motioned to Lucy and Sarah to switch places, then watched as the surgeon cut through flesh and muscle, the thin red line rapidly thickening as she got through the final layer, the free blood in Anna's abdominal cavity rushing out. "Resume compressions!" Edwards commanded, then glanced to Jessica. "Hand me the retractors." Anna's belly began to bulge again as Lucy started to thrust down on her sternum, each compression forcing a gout of blood from the incision. The scarlet flow doubled when Edwards inserted the retractors, cranking them open to create a gaping hole into Anna's abdomen. Blood cascaded down her side, the existing stain on the white sheet beneath her shorn scrubs expanding in seconds, saturating the fabric to the point that Anna's blood began to drip off the side onto the floor.

"Get that suction in there!" Edwards shouted at Jessica, who had been momentarily stunned by the sheer scale of the flow. She started, grabbing the suction tube in one hand, flicking on the machine with the other, before plunging the end of the suction in to the turbulent crimson pool. The machine hummed, quickly drowned out by the slurping sound coming from the tube itself. Carl knew that much blood had to mean a completely severed artery. He felt his fear rising again but took it and pushed it towards action. He was moving towards the second suction unit when the door opened, drawing his focus.

It was the blood order. He diverted away from the suction, meeting the tech halfway, snatching the bag out of his hands. He took it to the counter, grateful to see Mark already moving over. He pulled open the bag, taking out 4 red bags and handing them off to Mark, who went to swap the near empty bags. There was another 6 units of blood still in there, along with 2 trios of different bags. He took one of each of those, spiking them with an IV line. While walking back to the bed he looked over at the tech. "Is there another batch ready to go?"

The tech nodded, but also shrugged, drawing an arch look from Carl. "We've got another full batch, but that's it."

"What? How?" Carl had to fight to contain the flare of anger. This was a major trauma centre, they should be carrying much more than 20 units of a single type.

"This is the third trauma patient in 2 hours with that type, plus a dozen surgeries through the day." He shrugged again, speaking with a blasé tone. "It's just bad luck."

Carl let his anger come through. He spun the tech to look at the bed. "That is one of the best nurses you'll ever see. One of the best people you'll ever see." The tech paled as he realised who was on the bed and saw the state she was in.

"We...we've already called the regional bank, a resupply is coming in an hour or so." The tech told him, dragging his gaze away from the intensive resuscitation efforts.

"Not good enough." Carl said. The regional blood bank was only 10 minutes away at a normal driving speed. "Call them again, tell them to have matched blood ready to go. Jones!" He called to the police officer who had until now been keeping out of the way of the medical professionals. "You know where the blood bank is?"

He nodded. "Donated there myself just last month." He said, already moving for the door, giving Lucy a quick glance before disappearing. The paramedic was too focused on compressions to acknowledge him. The tech was still stood there.

"Go!" Carl's voice wasn't loud but carried enough command to send the tech scurrying to comply, almost crashing into a green scrubbed young man pushing a cart through the doors.

* * *

Edwards stayed out of the discussion about blood, silently wondering if Carl's overstepping was going to cause trouble in the future. Not that she disagreed with anything he had done. The damage inside Anna's belly was severe. She was going to need a considerable amount of surgery to fix everything that had been caught by the knife and it would require a substantial amount of blood products. That was a secondary concern right now. Edwards didn't need to fix everything. She just needed to repair the worst of it and reduce the bleeding enough to get the nurse's heart beating again.

If only it was that easy.

The single suction unit was barely keeping up with the blood being forced out by each compression, it didn't have a chance of clearing the field. Edwards was able to make some headway with large gauze swabs, plunging them in and removing them seconds later, having already reached their limit. She was finally getting a half decent view when there was a commotion at the door.

"Steady on!" A voice she recognised exclaimed. She raised her head to see one of the surgical department's trainees dodging around the tech, finally arriving with the requested equipment.

"Zach! Get that tray over here then scrub in to assist!" She called, before turning back to the mess of Anna's insides. She hadn't cleared all the blood, but she had enough visibility to identify one of the major bleeds. Carl had come over and hung the additional bags running into the central line and was now looking to her. "Renal artery has been completely severed." She told him, before looking at Jessica. "Hand me a vascular clamp." The nurse kept the suction in place with one hand, reaching for a clamp with the other. "Next one along." Edwards told her, prompting the nurse to hand her the more suitable metal device. Delving deep with her fingers into the pulsating sea of blood, she followed the spilling vessel back enough to give her plenty to work with, then guided the clamp along the back of her digits and secured it on the artery, reducing that flow to a trickle.

Zach stepped up to the table opposite her, immediately operating the second suction unit, poking the end of the tube deep into the surgical opening. Edwards waited for a few moments. With two suction units removing blood, and the major artery no longer spilling it, the field should be clearing. The level of blood reduced somewhat. But not enough. Fresh blood was still pumping into Anna's abdominal cavity. Clamping the renal artery had only served to redirect it.

Edwards looked up at Carl, shaking her head. "There's another major bleeder, maybe more than one. It's just too much. I can't stop what I can't see."

Carl didn't say anything, couldn't say anything. The monitor continued to scream, the ecg showing an unbroken asystole. The blood pressure reading had barely changed, the line showing only small bumps. He looked at the clock. 3:57. Anna's heart had stopped 15 minutes ago. She was running out of time, and he was running out of options to do anything about it.

#Resus Writing #CPR #Defib #Anna Swift #Asystole #Dark Cardiophilia #Medical Drama #Intubation

[birdiewolf]

One thing that drives me crazy about genshin is the fact that they REFUSE to add the event storyline as permanent quests in the game.

Here’s the thing: genshin does a bad job at maintaining an emotional connection between players and the characters (especially characters that players don’t have). You have to go through the character profiles and find out any information about the character because the game will never properly show it in an actual quest. If you don’t have the character, then tough luck cuz you miss out on their lore, which most of the times is very well written.

Genshin has only ever provided us with story quests for the five stars, and only the archons get more story quest chapters. The other five stars get ONE and that’s it. And these story quests themselves can be a huge hit or miss. You’ll either come out LOVING the character or being glad it’s over because of how horribly written they are.

Some story quests are good. Some are not. So what happens when you play these and miss out on a event that features the character and their lore? You’ll just miss out on sitting though good storytelling that solidify character’s presences. Hell, it’s even worse for the four stars in the game.

Many four stars, like Candace, Sucrose, Layla, etc. do not have a hangout event. The only way you can see them in the story is if they’re featured in the main story line, five star story quests, or limited events.

Four stars showing up in five star characters story quests is neat but they usually have a cameo and that’s about it. They can SOMETIMES show up in the archon quest line, but that’s extremely rare. So where else are they gonna show up? In the limited events!!!

These limited events are where you’ll actually see the four stars exist in Teyvat amongst the other playable casts and you’ll actually be able to learn more about them, see if they get any character development, learn about their lore, etc.

This years Windblume Festival is the main reason why I’m writing this. We got such a nice story showing character growth and building relationships and seeing playable characters consistently interact on screen while being able to develop an emotional connection with the casts.

If these limited events weren’t a thing, I wouldn’t have ever known why Rosaria even exists or what relevance she even holds in the story.

If I didn’t play these limited events, I’d miss out on incredibly written stories that show the playable characters and expand on them more.

This years Windblume limited event is hands down one of my favourite events in genshin because the emotional connection I built with the characters.

Characters like Sucrose, Bennett, and Lisa have barely been fleshed out. Their profiles mention their lore but what needs to be emphasized is ‘show, not tell.’ I can read all of their lore and like these characters but I won’t get emotionally invested in them.

When characters barely show up, it feels like they don’t exist anymore. Or if they don’t take centre stage once in a while, they feel less important overall.

Windblume showed us Mondstat and Sumeru’s casts interacting with each other, making the event inherently exciting.

We got to learn more about Sucrose as a person and how kind and caring and understanding she is. And how brave she is to forge relationships despite having severe anxiety.

We got to see a blossoming friendship between her and Collei. They bond over their similarities and differences. We see Collei open up to someone who is completely new to her. She has growth in this event. She learns to be more confident in herself and is encouraged even more to work through her trauma from her past.

Albedo!!! Cyno!!! Tighnari!!! All interact and become friends!!!

Lisa and Cyno reunite!!! We get some new lore for Cyno through their interactions and learn what their relationship is like!!!

This limited event, like many others, does such a good job at incorporating characters into quests where they feel more real. They’re not just units for us to use in the open world.

This is so important. Players NEED to understand and appreciate Genshin’s characters. These characters have so much potential. Some have been given the spotlight in previous events.

But these events aren’t permanent. Which is my issue with this game. What if players miss out on the event? What if new players join and are unable to play the event because their AR isn’t high enough? What then? Do they just never get to play through incredible stories that would make them love the characters?

It’s so awful. I will understand why mihoyo puts in so much effort into some of their limited event storylines only to not add them as endgame quests available for players to play if they didn’t participate in the event.

EDIT: just wanna add that I realized Xinyan also only appears in events…my baby girl gets good screen time during limited events and is fleshed out more and new players will never know how incredible she is cuz they haven’t played any of the events she’s been in 🫠🫠🫠

#genshin impact #mihoyo #hoyoverse #five stars #four stars #genshin collei #collei #sucrose #genshin sucrose #windblume #tighnari #genshin cyno #Cyno #albedo #genshin albedo #genshin rosaria #genshin lisa #genshin bennett #genshin candace #genshin layla #teyvat #mypost #character story quests #archon quest #sumeru #mondstadt #hangout event #genshin lore

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

Title of Your Sex Tape

Chapter Four: So Lovely, It Feels So Right

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All my work is 18+.

You’re just my type, I’m lying when I’m looking away. I’m staring up and down, I’m all around obsessed with your face. Oh, what a mess I’m in; you’re so masculine, sweet like cherry cola. Dripping confidence, lose my common sense; kiss you till I’m sober.- Charlotte Sanda, Dress

“Jeans?” Tim groaned into her mouth as she ground her core against him, his hands squeezing her ass roughly. “You’re wearing jeans when you’ve got an ass like this?”

“L— like what?” she stuttered out breathlessly.

“So big,” he growled. “So sexy. Wanna see you walk around in these, I’ll be able to see even more than when you wear skirts, fuck—“

He almost came that time.

Okay, so they’d become friends. That was a thing that had occurred. Lea was friends with a pornstar.

Weird.

But like, he was so nice. He was kind, courteous, funny, well-spoken and interesting to talk to— it was just good to have a friend like that.

And okay, yeah, maybe her overwhelming attraction to him and the way he kissed her, touched her—god, the way he touched her—had something to do with her incredibly non-platonic feelings towards him, but that didn’t really matter. 

She was his coworker. His friend. Nothing more. They’d never be more than that. It was essential that they would never be more than that, on account of his job.

She wondered sometimes how he could kiss her that way, touch her that way, make her orgasm over and over and over again—and clearly enjoy it a great deal when he did—if he didn’t feel anything for her, but then she remembered that he literally did all of those things with numerous other women for a living.

She wasn’t special. Not in that regard, at least. He seemed to have some affection for her, however, which she had learned upon one of the many recent occasions during which she’d stayed over at his apartment.

It was a late fall evening, and there was a torrential amount of rain hitting the cold New York sidewalks.

“You can’t leave with it like this,” Tim insisted firmly. “Just hang out here till it clears up.” She was about to object, but then he said, “Please?” with that damn smile of his, and that was that.

“I guess I can do some homework,” she mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of her oversized sweater.

Tragically for Lea, her lack of adequate rest the night before resulted in her falling asleep in the armchair she’d been sitting in as he watched TV, her homework still in her lap.

She wasn’t aware of being picked up and carried, or having her shoes gently taken off before she was laid on a soft bed and tucked in.

She was, however, aware of waking up a couple hours later and seeing the rain hitting the floor-to-ceiling windows in Tim’s bedroom. He was passed out on one of the chaise lounges, a blanket thrown over him haphazardly, only partially concealing his bare chest. The position didn’t look very comfortable at all. Neither was her bra. Or her jeans, for that matter. But— god, she was in Tim’s bed!

She sat up, scratching her scalp and trying to process the situation, when Tim’s eyes blinked open. He sat up halfway, eyeing her sleepily. “You okay?” he asked, his voice scratchy.

“I’m in your bed,” Lea observed.

He blinked. 

“Yes, it would appear that you are.”

“Why?” she pressed.

“You fell asleep,” Tim explained slowly. “Putting you in a bed was the logical thing to do. My room was closest, so…”

She stared at the way the moonlight filtering through the windows glinted off his pale skin. “I feel weird taking your bed, though. I can just go home—“

He cut her off with a soft snort. “No, absolutely not. Not this late at night. Just stay here. I don’t mind. I’d rather see you safe.”

“Okay. Um.” A gulp. “Do you have any clothes I could change into, maybe?”

“Oh, sure.”

With that, he stood with a groan, stretched, and walked around the bed to his walk-in closet. 

She didn’t know how much money he made, exactly, but she had surmised but the way he lived that it was no small amount.

Tim returned with some pajamas a few seconds later and handed them to her. “I don’t know how they’ll feel, sorry. don’t usually wear… y’know. Stuff to bed.”

Lea stared up at him with wide eyes. “O— oh. Okay, uh… just give me a bit, then.”

He nodded in acknowledgement, and she stumbled into the bathroom, sliding the pocket door shut behind her. She stripped down to her undergarments and stared at herself in the mirror. Should she take her bra off? She wasn’t likely to get back to sleep if she didn’t, and he’d seen her bare boobs plenty of times. He probably wouldn’t care, right?

She decided on taking her bra off and then slipped the pants on.

…Except they wouldn’t fit over her thighs. Oh god, she was too big for the clothes he’d given her! How humiliating.

The sweatshirt he’d handed her fit her just fine, at least, and it was quite long on her. It was pretty baggy, too, so he may not even notice she wasn’t wearing a bra in the dark. She could just change as soon as she woke up, that was fine.

Lea gathered her discarded clothes—as well as the unused pajama pants—and exited the bathroom. He was getting re-situated on the chaise he’d been sleeping on, and she put her clothes on the bedside table, the pajama pants next to them.

He stared at her with wide, unblinking eyes—the neckline of the sweatshirt hanging just below her collarbones, the too-long sleeves only revealing the tips of her index and forefingers, her legs, bare from the upper thigh down—and gulped.

“The pants didn’t fit,” she said apologetically. “They’re too small for my legs.”

“Of course they are,” she thought he said, but couldn’t quite make out the mumbled words. 

“Huh?”

“Nothing,” Tim assured her with a slight shake of his head. “As long as you’re comfortable, that’s the important part.”

She blushed and stared at her feet before shuffling back towards the bed and climbing in. 

He smiled at her, and Lea frowned. He looked so uncomfortable in that position. “Don’t you want to, like. Sleep in the bed?”

He stared at her for a moment. “Well, yeah, of course I do, but I’m cuddly when I sleep next to another person, and I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable or anything, so…”

“C— cuddly?” Lea stuttered anxiously. “Oh, uh. Okay. Well… I get hot when I sleep.”

His bedroom was dark, but she still caught his grin as he stood up and walked over towards the bed. “I get cold when I sleep. Maybe we’ll even each other out.”

“That’s fine,” Lea decided hastily. “You can… you can sleep here. I’d feel bad if I kicked you out of your own bed.”

“You’re sure?” he clarified.

Lea nodded, gnawing on her lip anxiously. He climbed into bed and pulled the covers over himself.

Staring at her for several seconds, he finally lifted an arm and said, “Well, c’mere.”

“Huh?”

“If I’m gonna end up cuddling you anyway, we might as well get comfortable.“

“Oh. Okay.”

Lea scooted closer to him, and as soon as she was within reach, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against his chest, burying his face in her hair.

“You’re so soft and warm,” he mumbled contentedly.

“You’re bony and cold,” she returned bluntly.

He was silent for a moment before chuckling and nuzzling her. “That’s why we even each other out, though.”

“Hm,” she hummed. “I suppose so.”

“Goodnight, Lea.”

She woke in his arms, the early afternoon sun illuminating the room.

“Hey,” Tim said softly upon seeing she was awake. “How’d you sleep?”

She was blushing due to the fact that she was nestled against his bare chest when she said, “Good.”

“Yeah? Me, too.” He smiled at her gently, reassuringly. “Holding you like this is really nice.”

“Y— yeah,” she agreed, her lips quirking up in a small smile.

Half an hour later, Lea found herself sitting next to him on the downstairs couch in front of the projector rather than the actual TV.

“Tim?” she asked nervously, wondering if what she wanted to ask was too personal.

“Yeah?” He adjusted the fuzzy blanket he had thrown over their laps to fight off the cold outside, nestling in closer to her.

“Do you like your job?”

He stared at her for a moment, considering. “Yeah, I suppose I do. Why do you ask? You’re not considering getting into it, are you?”

“No!” Lea insisted. “I just… I dunno. I was wondering if you liked it and why.”

He shrugged. “It’s easy, I guess.”

She blinked at him. “Easy?”

Tim nodded. “I pretty much do what I’d normally do during sex. It just so happens to be filmed. Not really that big of a deal, to be honest.”

“I’ve heard it’s, like. Choreographed,” she admitted. “Fake.”

He hummed. “It can be. For me personally, though, it’s not all that fake. There’s some acting, yeah, but for the most part, I just imagine I’m with somebody I find attractive.“

“You don’t, uh… you don’t find your costars attractive?”

“They’re fine, I guess,” Tim hedged. “I’ve recently discovered I prefer women who are somewhat curvier than the girls they pair me up with. And I prefer girls a bit closer to my age, too. I tend to have a two types of costars: extremely skinny girls who are often nearly as tall as I am, or MILFs, neither of which would be my preference.”

“Oh.” She blinked at him.

“Thankfully,” he continued with a grin, “I have a fluffer who is exactly my type.”

Lea blushed to the roots of her hair.

He laughed. “Sorry, sorry. Didn’t mean to embarrass you. You’re just so cute.”

“T— thanks,” she stuttered.

His grin widened. “Y’know, you should stay over more often.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm,” Tim hummed. “Never slept so well in my life.”

“Really?” she giggled. 

“Oh, definitely.” He moved closer to her. “I’d love it if you could spend the weekend with me sometimes. I could just bring you here after work Friday, then back home once we’re out Monday. What do you think?”

Her smile widened at the prospect of getting to spend more time with him, of waking up in his arms again. It was weird; she should probably be anxious, but she wasn’t. Not with him. Not in the slightest. 

“I’d like that.”

He grinned. “Well, it’s Saturday. Wanna go out to dinner or something?”

“Oh, uh… I don’t have anything to wear…”

Tim chuckled softly. “Lea, sweetheart,” he began, “Saks is fifteen minutes away.”

Her eyes widened. “I can’t afford a designer retailer!” she squeaked out. 

“That’s fine,” he assured her with a smile. “Consider it a gift.”

“I cannot ask you to get me designer clothes, Tim.”

“You’re not,” he informed her bluntly. “I’ve decided. I’m taking you shopping, and then we’re going to dinner.”

“I dunno—“

He ignored her. “Ever had caviar?”

“This is way too much,” Lea insisted firmly, stating at her reflection in the mirror. He had picked out a white Zimmermann dress with lace detailing that reached mid-thigh, pink Versace heels that cost nearly as much as the dress, a fucking Judith Leiber purse that she absolutely refused to look at the price of, and pink jewelry. “The dress alone is, like, two thousand dollars, and I’m sure the purse is more, there’s no way I’m letting you get me this—“

“Don’t worry about the price, Lea,” he sighed in exasperation. “Just come out and show me.”

Huffing out a sigh of her own, she said, “Fine, but I look ridiculous.” With that, she pushed open the dressing room door.

Tim straightened up in his seat when he saw her.

“Well?” she asked, hands on her hips. “I look ridiculous, like I said.”

“You don’t look ridiculous,” he enunciated slowly. “You look…” He paused, raking a hand through his curls. “You look exquisite.”

Lea blinked. “Oh. Well. Thanks, I suppose.”

“I’m getting you that,” he decided, standing up abruptly and grabbing her hand. “I’m getting you more things later, too. Text me your measurements, would you?”

“W— what?!” she sputtered out in shock. “No way, Tim, this is too much as it is, it would cover my rent for the rest of the semester, this must be a crazy amount of your salary—“

He scoffed lightly, continuing to drag her towards the checkout counter. “One, I already told you not to worry about the cost, and two, just so you don’t worry, this will cost less than two days of work for me, and if I needed to, I could make it up in less than one day. It’s really not a big deal. I want to get you stuff. I want you to wear pretty things.”

“But why?” she pressed.

“Because you’re beautiful and sweet and I want you to wear whatever you want. You liked these things, so I want you to have them.”

“Thanks,” Lea mumbled awkwardly as they got into the checkout line.

He never let go of her hand.

“Yes, Tim,” Lea signed in exasperation. “I do have to take the make-up test on Friday.”

“But you can’t,” he whined over his sushi. They were at an obscenely nice Japanese restaurant, finishing up the tasting menu he’d insisted she try. “I have to work with Mackenzie on Friday, there’s no way in hell I can do that without you.”

Lea forced down her wince at the mention of his scenes.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine. You managed without me before.” A pause. “There are probably girls who could, y’know, fill in for me—“

“Not interested,” he cut in flatly. “I actually enjoy working with you.”

She blushed, picking up her chopsticks. “Well. You’ll have to figure something out.”

He hummed. “What time does your test get out?”

She blinked at him. “Uh. Around noonish. Why?”

“Can I maybe…” He paused for a moment. “Call you or something? FaceTime would be better, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable—”

“I don’t see why not,” Lea mused. “Any particular reason?”

He stared at her for a few seconds. “So you can help me… y’know.” Her eyes widened in realization, and he hastily added, “Just by letting me hear your voice and— and see your face, is what I mean. Not that I’d say no to anything else you wanted, but—“

“Like…” She gulped. “Like pictures or, um… videos, or…?”

“Nothing you didn’t wanna do,” he assured her hurriedly.

“But it would help if I…”

“Well, yeah, of course it would help, and there is a clause in the fluffer contract about digital confidentiality, so you’d be safe if you wanted to do that, but—“

“If… if you wanted me to,” Lea began very quietly, “I would. If you asked.”

“They wouldn’t pay you for it since it would be private and they wouldn’t know,” he said apologetically, “but I could send you—“

She shook her head. “Nah. That’s what friends are for, right?”

He exhaled slowly, his breath a puff of air between them. “Yeah. Friends.”

Honestly, she had totally forgotten about their agreement by the time Friday rolled around. 

Tim had bought her a great number of clothes and accessories—even a backpack for school!—, and a bunch of custom-sized lingerie. She had objected to all of this and been very firmly informed that the purchases were nonnegotiable (“Seeing you in clothes I bought you turns me on, Lea. It will help us both at work. Please?”). It was late November, so Lea had decided on a white cropped TOVE cardigan, which she paired with a brown pleated Burberry miniskirt and brown suede Saint Laurent booties. White thigh highs (well, technically they were over-the-knee socks, but her legs were shorter than most people’s, so they were thigh highs on her) were held up with a miraculous invention called sock tape, and they kept her legs warm.

She was shoving her pencil into her backpack after turning in her Energy & Climate Change test when she heard her phone buzz from its place on her desk. She zipped up her backpack, grabbed her phone, and left with a smile and a wave at her professor.

Once she was out of the office, she checked her phone. Her first thought was that it was 11:30, meaning she had finished significantly early, which she hoped wasn’t indicative of her doing poorly. Her second thought was more of an internal squeal, because Tim had texted her. 

Timothée

How’d your test go ?

Lea strolled through the halls as she typed up her response, eager to get home to her apartment so she could text him uninterrupted.

Okay, I think? I’m honestly not sure tbh I finished it so early I’m kinda nervous but I felt mostly confident about it? Idk I studied really hard 😣

Her text didn’t ever say it had been delivered; it went straight to ‘Seen’.

Awww, I know you worked really hard. I’m sure you did great.

Gaaaaaah thanks lol

What’s up?

His response was immediate.

Working. Wishing you could be here to make things easier. Mackenzie is just… 😒

She’s what, what even is that face lmao

She’s unpleasant, honestly, and it’s such a huge turn off that it’s legit difficult to stay hard. It’s usually at least a bit of a struggle with any of the girls they pair me with, since they’re not really my type, but you’re always there to solve that problem for me, and she’s literally my least favorite person to do scenes with and she’s in every single one today, even the multis !

The multis. That meant he had done… stuff with more than one girl at a time. Jealousy twisted in her stomach, sharp and angry. She pushed it down. She was almost home, and then she could be comfy and warm.

That sucks, I’m sorry 😔

It’s cool, you said I could call you when you get home, so I’m excited for that 🥰

If you don’t mind terribly, I’d love a quick selfie just to like see what you have on ? Is it maybe something I got you ?

Lea’s heart stopped. Holy shit, that’s right! she recalled. I told him I’d… on FaceTime..! Oh my god, holy shit, holy fuck, oh god, he needs a response, uhhhhhhhhh fuckfuckfuckfuck—

She quickly took a selfie in the elevator mirror.

Tim was typing for a second, and then he stopped. He did this a couple of times before his response finally came through. 

Holy fucking hell.

You’re wearing *that* ?

No, I’m wearing something else entirely and sent you a picture I took of my evil twin.

Well your evil twin is sexy as fuck, can you introduce me

She snorted inelegantly as the elevator dinged upon reaching her floor.

Omfg shut upppppppp don’t even give me that

Sure would like to give you something, jfc those stockings

I’m picturing what you’re wearing under that little skirt

She was, in fact, wearing a pale pink lacy bra and panties set from Lise Charmel.

Fuck I’m already getting excited, please tell me you’re almost home I need to hear your voice

She was turning her key in the door. Sam was at work, so she was alone.

I legit just got inside the door lol

Within seconds, she was getting an incoming FaceTime call request.

She tapped the answer button from her recently acquired place on the couch. He couldn’t see her since her phone was resting on the arm of the couch.

“Is that your ceiling fan?” came Tim’s voice.

“Yeah, sorry,” she said sheepishly in the direction of her phone as she pulled a bootie off her left foot. “I’m taking off my shoes. I meant it when I said I had just gotten home.”

She glanced at her phone screen. It was at an angle, but she could still make out his wild curls and bare chest.

“That’s fine, I’m actually on lunch right now, so…”

“On lunch and still working?” she laughed.

“I already ate!” Tim insisted defensively. “And anyway, it’s not just work, it’s Lea. I’ve been looking forward to this all morning.”

She tugged her other shoe off. “All morning, huh? Sure.”

“What, you don’t believe me?”

“Not a bit, no.”

“I’ve been pretending for hours to enjoy the company and bodies of various girls I am not remotely interested in physically or otherwise, and you’re surprised I’ve been excited to talk to a girl whose company I genuinely enjoy and whose body turns me on to no end?”

“Alright, alright,” she sighed, picking up her phone and strolling into her bedroom, locking the door behind her just in case.

“You’re moving too fast for me to get a half decent look at you,” he complained. “Let me see you.”

Rolling her eyes, Lea plopped down in her desk chair and held her phone up to her face with a grimace. “Hello.”

A grin spread across Tim’s face. “Hey.”

They stared at one another in silence for several seconds. 

“So, um…” She gulped anxiously. “Are you still wanting me to, like…”

His eyes widened in surprise. “I mean, if you want, obviously I’d love to see, but I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything.”

“I don’t feel pressured,” she confessed awkwardly, a blush spreading across her cheeks and nose.

“God, you’re so fucking cute,” he muttered. Her lips quirked in a small smile, and then he said, “Look, if… if you’re cool with it, I can tell you what I’d like to see, and if you don’t want to do something, you can tell me. I promise I won’t be upset.”

She nodded. “I know you won’t be.”

She probably should’ve been more nervous than she actually was. But the idea of him being so attracted to her that he wanted to see her, even from afar, so he could get hard… it made her stomach feel fluttery and strange. 

“So, um…” His eyes searched her face. “Could I see your outfit again?”

Lea nodded and stood up, lowering the desk as she did so to allow him to see more of her body.

“Fuck,” he murmured, his gaze raking over her form. “Turn around for me.” When she did, he hummed with interest. “Bend down, sweetheart. Nice and slow.” She did, and she felt cool air hitting her newly exposed skin just below her panties. “God, I gotta see what you’re wearing under that skirt,” he groaned. “Sway your ass for me, Lea. Yeah, like that. God, I bet it’ll bounce when you’re getting fucked nice and hard.”

She closed her eyes and imagined him taking her roughly from behind, growing wetter by the second at the thought. He’d fucking impale her, wouldn’t he? She wasn’t even sure she cared anymore. He’d stretch her out, and god, she wanted it.

“Stand back up for me.” She did so. “Good girl. Now turn around and unbutton the first button. She obeyed, revealing two inches of her pale pink bra. “Pink, huh?” he smirked. “Thought you said you couldn’t wear pink with your hair.”

“Not where anyone can see it,” she mumbled with embarrassment.

“I’m not just anyone, then?”

“No,” she breathed.

“Good girl. Another button, sweetheart.” She undid the second. The cardigan was halfway unbuttoned now. “I think I know which bra you’re wearing,” Tim mused. “Tell me, is it a set? Do the panties match?”

“Yes.”

“Unbutton it the rest of the way, angel,” he murmured. “Show me what those tits look like in that bra I got you.”

She did so, letting the garment drop to the floor.

“So sexy,” he smirked. “Turn back around and pull your skirt up for me a bit. Show me your ass. And when you do, sway it back and forth.” She obeyed, moving her hips in a slow circle and lifting the back of her skirt up. “God, it’s  so big. Wish I could smack it a good few times, leave my handprints on you.”

“Is— is this right?” she stuttered out anxiously as she continued to move her hips. 

“Oh yeah it is,” he praised. “Look at you, shaking your ass just for me. Take your bra off now, baby. Let me see those tits.”

She did so, turning around slowly.

“Mmm, those are big, too. Twist your nipples, Lea. Show me the way you like me to touch you.”

She did so, moaning softly and rubbing her thighs together.

“You know what you’re gonna do, pretty girl?” he breathed. When she shook her head rapidly, still twisting her nipples, he said, “You’re gonna touch yourself while I watch. And as I watch, you’re gonna see me stroking my cock so you know what you do to me.”

“I’m gonna what?” Lea squeaked out.

“You’re gonna touch yourself for me. Turn around and take your skirt off, nice and slow.” She but her lip anxiously but obeyed, undoing the belt and feeling the skirt loosen around her waist. She unzipped it then, sliding it over her hips slowly, shimmying a bit to help the fabric fall to the floor.

“God, Lea,” he groaned, “your ass is un-fucking-real.” Grinning a bit, she swayed her hips back and forth, the way she’d done earlier. He groaned again. “Teasing me, are you? Why don’t you take those panties off and show me your pussy, hm?”

Lea slid her panties down over her hips and stepped out of them before turning back around.

“Sit down in the chair,” Tim commanded darkly. She could see his arm moving the way it did when he jerked himself off, so she knew he was enjoying what she was doing. Obeying what he’d said, she settled in her desk chair. “Good girl. Such pretty tits. Spread those legs for me, baby. Let me see your little pussy.”

She bit her lip again and spread her legs slowly.

“Closer, sweetheart,” Tim grunted. “Show me.”

She picked up her phone with shaking hands and positioned it so he could see what he wanted.

“Are you as wet as you look?”

“Yes,” Lea admitted, her voice a bit breathless. She gulped before quietly asking, “Do… do you mind if I… could I maybe see…?”

He was a bit startled by this request, but laughed and reached out to reposition his phone. It looked like he was on the couch in his dressing room. The camera shook for a few moments before it stilled, and her core clenched when she saw him. He leaned back against the couch again, continuing to stroke himself.

Tim must’ve noticed her eyeing him, because he smirked and said, “Like what you see?” She flushed, declining to answer, and he chuckled. “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed. Will you touch yourself for me, angel?”

She nodded, her face heating further. “If… if you want me to.”

“You know I do,” he murmured, biting his lower lip briefly. “I know you don’t know how. It’s okay. I’ll tell you what to do.”

“Okay,” Lea breathed.

“Pinch your nipple with one hand,” he started, “and run your fingertips over yourself with the other. Just like I do it.”

She did so, inhaling sharply when her fingers brushed her wet folds. “Like this?”

“Depends on if it feels good or not.”

“It— it does,” she stuttered out, trying to keep her hips still.

“Good,” he told her, swirling his thumb over the head of his cock. “Use your index finger to rub where your clit is. Don’t spread your pussy lips yet, just touch right over it.” She did so, whimpering slightly at the sensation. “That’s it, baby. Tease yourself like you’re teasing me by not being where I can touch you.”

“I wish you could touch me,” she gasped out. “You’re so much better at this than I am.”

“Yeah?” he grunted, stroking himself a bit faster. “I wish I could touch you, too. Think my favorite place in the world is between your legs, tasting you, hearing the way you moan my name. God, you’re so fuckin’ sexy. Play with your tits for me, baby.”

She did so, pinching her nipple and moaning softly. “Wanna kiss you, Tim,” she whined. “Want your hands on me, your mouth on me.”

“I know,” he growled. “Spread your pussy lips for me now, sweetheart. Show me that tight little hole.”

She obeyed, twisting her nipple harder.

“That’s it. Wanna bury my face between your legs, babydoll. Wanna make you scream for me. Rub your clit for me. You know how I do it, c’mon.”

She did so, moaning. “F— fuck, I want—“

“I know what you want,” Tim cut her off, his voice rough. “You clench around my fingers so tight, have I ever told you that? And you moan so pretty when I suck your swollen little clit.”

Lea rolled her hips against her hand, rubbing herself. “Oh, fuck, that feels good,” she whimpered. “Fuck, Timothée.”

“Yeah, baby? You wanna cum? You wanna cum while I watch?”

“Mhm,” she agreed, nodding her head vigorously. “Wish it was you touching me, want it so bad—“

After several minutes of this, Lea was a moaning, whimpering mess. She wasn’t able to make herself cum. She was so fucking close, but she couldn’t do it.

“I can’t,” she sobbed desperately. “I wanna cum so bad but I can’t!”

“Come to the studio, sweetheart,” he rasped. “I’ll pleasure your needy little pussy until you’re satisfied.”

“I can’t afford a rideshare.”

“Don’t worry, baby girl,” Tim growled. “I’ll order you one so you can come over here and ride my face like a good little slut.”

Okay so maybe I added an extra couple scenes. Sue me.

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