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worseforwords · 1 month

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Danger

(Alessia Russo x Reader)

Chapter IV of Marshmallow

Four minutes. That’s how long it took for Alessia to say something that made your head spin when you saw each other again for the first time after Paris. You were in the changing room, unable to stop yourself from eavesdropping on the conversation on the other side of the room after Beth asked Alessia about the weekend you spent together in the city of love. “Yeah, it was really romantic. It almost felt real in a way.”

Her words caused you to perk up in an instant, and you could hear big, dramatic gasps emanating from Beth, Vic, and Kyra. “No, not like that, you idiots,” she quickly added. Of course not. Of course, it wasn’t like that.

The next few weeks once again revolved around finding the right balance between you and Alessia which was tougher than it seemed at first. You consciously distanced yourself from Alessia, even though you valued the friendship and connection the two of you had built over the past two months.

About three weeks in, you started feeling like you finally had things under control. You saw each other in training, talked and laughed together, but you always kept it light and casual. Both of you mostly fell back into your usual friend groups, so avoiding her outside of football wasn’t that hard, although you had to come up with excuses a few times in the process.

You were really feeling more confident in your own defences, so when Leah begged you to finally join a team night out again, you said yes. After all, you had started to run out of reasons not to, and obviously, you couldn’t tell her the real one.

The night out at the bar with your teammates was exactly what you needed after a long week of training. As you entered the lively bar, the sounds of laughter and music welcomed you. The atmosphere was electric, and you could tell it was going to be a memorable evening.

Leah wasted no time in rounding everyone up for a round of drinks. “First round’s on me!” she exclaimed with a mischievous grin, already heading towards the bar as you followed closely behind.

Meanwhile, Beth and Viv found a cozy corner booth for all of you to sit. Katie, true to form, was already causing a scene, engaging in animated conversation with the bartender as she ordered a round of shots for the table. “Make ‘em strong, mate!” she called out, earning a chuckle from the rest of the group.

“Katie, you’re going to get us kicked out before we’ve even had a chance to sit down,” Beth teased, rolling her eyes playfully.

“Relax! I’m just trying to spice things up a bit,” Katie retorted with a wink, earning another round of laughter from the group.

As the night progressed and the drinks kept flowing, Katie’s suggestion of playing a drinking game was met with enthusiastic approval from the group. The game started innocently enough, with rounds of laughter and playful banter filling the air. Laura was the first to lose a round, and she accepted her fate with a grin, downing a shot with flair.

Next up was Vic, who groaned dramatically when she lost. “Alright, no more shots for me. Hit me with your best dare,” she declared, rolling her eyes playfully. After a brief debate the group decided she had to do a TikTok dance all by herself on the empty dance floor. Brave as she was she did so without much hesitation, before sprinting back to the booth and falling into a fit of giggles in embarrassment.

After a couple of rounds, the alcohol had clearly taken its effect, and the laughter grew louder with each passing moment. The first few rounds you were on top of your game, and admittedly also a bit lucky. Luck wasn’t on your side forever though, and as the alcohol started taking its effect on you too, you eventually found yourself making more mistakes and losing a round.

Having had plenty of alcohol by now, you too decided on doing a dare instead of a shot. As everyone started discussing what they could have you do, Katie’s voice cut through the chatter, “How about you tell us how good of a kisser Alessia is!”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you shot a startled, somewhat angry glance at Alessia, who met your gaze with an apologetic expression. You hadn’t realised anyone beyond the two of you knew about your intimate moment in Paris.

Alessia’s eyes then darted to Vic, who was busy shooting daggers across the table at Katie, who remained grinning, awaiting your response. It dawned on you how naive you had been to think such a juicy secret could remain between just the two of you in this team, but you couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed in Alessia. Though you now realised she likely saw the kiss as nothing more than a funny anecdote, and you couldn’t blame her for that. Unlike you, one sloppy kiss hadn’t left her longing for more, wanting to do it again every time you moved your lips to speak. She didn’t think about the feeling of your hands caressing the back of her neck every time she caught a whiff of your perfume, and she sure as hell didn’t imagine being trapped against a wall anytime you leaned into her before a corner. She wasn't pathetic like that. And neither were you, of course.

“I’ll take the shot instead,” you declared, tossing it back before excusing yourself and swiftly heading towards the toilet. You splashed some water on your face, and waited a while, hoping the topic of conversation would change whilst you were gone. Stepping back out after a minute, you found Alessia waiting in the hallway.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, her expression apologetic as she placed a hand on your arm, indicating her sincerity. “I was stupid enough to think that would spread this quickly.”

“It’s fine, really,” you replied as you turned away, intending to rejoin the team, but Alessia’s grip on your wrist stopped you. “Wait—” she said and you turned around expectantly just as she tripped over her own feet and stumbled towards you, letting herself be caught by you.

“Oh hi,” she said, her face now mere centimetres away from yours, and the familiar smell of her breath mixed with the smell of alcohol messed with your brain. “Maybe we should… you know— practice being girlfriends again, in case your parents show up or whatever,” she suggested with a grin, prompting you to steady her on her feet. She was clearly very intoxicated, more so than you and you realised there was no use in explaining to her again that your fake relationship was over. “Let’s head back inside shall we?” You suggested, avoiding her gaze as you turned away from her once more.

“Yes! Let’s dance,” she exclaimed excitedly, following behind you. By the time you arrived, your teammates were already dancing the night away, and you quickly made your way over to Leah, distancing yourself from Alessia.

“Mate, are you okay?” Leah asked, concern evident in her voice as she observed your expression. “You look proper floored.”

“Yeah, all good,” you lied, forcing a smile. “Nothing to worry about,” you tried to reassure her. Leah remained quiet for a bit, looking you up and down then scanning your face, seemingly unconvinced. “Well, great,” she replied finally, crossing her arms. “Now why the hell didn’t you tell me the two of you kissed?”

“Oh, that,” you began, trying to sound casual. “It didn’t mean anything, okay? So just drop it, please.” The annoyance in your voice caught yourself off guard and you quickly shifted your gaze to the floor, in fear of Leah’s reaction. “Jesus, all right,” she said, throwing her hands up in exasperation. “Didn’t mean to step on your toes, mate.”

“Sorry Lee,” you groaned with an apologetic smile, although you knew she wasn’t really mad at you. She knew you were upset but she also knew you were as stubborn as a mule when it came to being vulnerable and talking about your feelings. She rolled her eyes dramatically and said, “Yeah, whatever. Let’s just have a good time and forget about it, alright?”

You danced with Leah and some other teammates for a while before some of them headed to the bar with the promise of yet another round of drinks. Alessia seized the moment, pulling you into the centre of the lively crowd. The atmosphere was charged with energy, and Alessia, unburdened by inhibitions, twirled you around with an infectious grin.

As the music intensified, Alessia’s movements grew bolder. In the dim light and pulsating music, she closed the distance between you, her hand lingering on yours, and her body moving in sync with yours. You swallowed hard as you realised your intoxicated state inhibited you from doing anything but enjoy this moment.

At one point, the music slowed, and Alessia’s hand found its way to the small of your back, her gaze locking onto yours. She leaned in, a hint of mischief in her eyes, and you tensed, any questions you had getting stuck in your throat as you anticipated her next move.

Alessia’s lips brushed against your cheek, dangerously close to a kiss, but as you looked over her shoulder, you noticed Leah raising an eyebrow at you from where she stood across the bar. The realisation of what was happening hit you like a jolt, and you instinctively pulled back, breaking the intimate moment. A wave of conflicting emotions surged within you—temptation, confusion, and the desperate need to regain control. And you ran.

Leah caught up with you after a few minutes. “Hey! Wait, Y/N,” she called, grabbing your shoulder to slow you down from behind. “I don’t want to talk about it, Lee,” you groaned.

“Fine, don’t talk. But you’re not going home alone. I’m calling us an Uber,” she declared, and you knew there was no changing her mind. “Fine,” you sighed.

As you and Leah settled into the Uber, the ride was uncomfortably quiet. Each passing streetlight cast fleeting shadows across Leah's face, highlighting the concern etched into her features and her clenched jaw. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet her gaze, opting instead to stare out of the window as the city blurred past.

When the Uber pulled up outside Leah’s apartment, you braced yourself for the inevitable confrontation. Following your friend inside, you sank into the welcoming embrace of her sofa, feeling the weight of her gaze like a physical pressure.

Leah wasted no time, her voice cutting through the silence with unwavering determination. “Alright, out with it,” she demanded, her tone firm and uncompromising. “You’re not getting any sleep before you tell me what’s going on.”

At first, you scoffed at her blunt approach, your defences rising instinctively as you crossed your arms and stared at the wall. But beneath Leah’s steely exterior, you could sense the genuine concern and care in her words, and a part of you longed to unburden yourself to someone who truly understood. “I don’t know what to tell you, Lee. Nothing’s going on.” You briefly paused before quietly adding, “That’s the problem…”

“This is about Alessia,” Leah stated. Clearly, it didn’t matter how vague and distant you acted; she would always see right through you. “Y/N… that didn’t look like nothing to me.” Her voice was softer now, as she took a seat next to you.

“Well, it was,” you stated, and with a heavy sigh, you relented, the floodgates opening as you poured out anything and everything that had happened between you and Alessia in the past two months and how you felt about it. How you felt about her.

Leah listened intently, her expression softening as she absorbed your words, offering no judgment, only support. As you spoke, if only slightly, you felt a flicker of relief wash over you. And as the tears flowed freely, Leah remained by your side.

When you were done speaking, she held you as you shed a few more tears, until you felt your eyelids grow heavy. “Let’s get you to bed,” Leah softly stated as she took you to her guest bedroom.

The next morning, you woke up feeling a bit groggy but grateful for Leah’s help and care. When you entered the kitchen, she was still nowhere to be seen, so you decided to cook up a nice breakfast to thank her. You knew her kitchen like your own, as you always had to cook for her when you visited, not trusting her with it one bit. By the time Leah walked into the kitchen, you noticed her eyeing the food on the table with a mixture of surprise and amusement.

“I made breakfast,” you offered with a chuckle, knowing all too well Leah’s lack of culinary skills. “Figured I’d return the favour. I can’t handle feelings without you, and you won’t have anything to eat without me.”

Leah raised an eyebrow in mock indignation. “Hey, I’ve been meaning to take cooking lessons,” she retorted, grabbing a slice of toast and taking a bite.

You both shared a laugh as you sat down to enjoy the delicious breakfast you had made. You ate in silence, and despite the weight of yesterday’s conversation still lingering in the air, there was a sense of peace and understanding between you.

Eventually, Leah broke the comfortable silence, her tone serious yet gentle. “Listen. I know there’s no way in hell you’re taking my advice on this,” she began, “but just for the record, I think you should tell her how you feel.”

You couldn’t help but shake your head, a sad smile tugging at your lips. “I can’t, Leah,” you admitted, the weight of your words heavy in the air. “She’s happy with Dan, and it wouldn’t be fair to her. Besides, I’d rather be friends than nothing at all.”

Leah sighed, her expression softening with understanding. “I get that, I really do, but you’re torturing yourself by letting things go on like this,” she said, her voice laced with concern.

Leah’s words stuck with you the rest of the day as you replayed the events of last night in your mind. She wasn’t wrong; this was torture for you.

By the end of the day, the solution seemed clear to you: avoid Alessia altogether. Confessing your feelings to her was not an option, and being around her hurt you. So, really, avoiding her was the only sensible thing to do.

The following week, you did everything in your power to make your plan work. You sat opposite to wherever she was in the changing room and in meetings, and left immediately after every training session. You stopped hanging out with teammates altogether, fearing she might join in. When Lotte mentioned she was coming over to your shared apartment, you quickly made up an excuse and left for the rest of the day.

It wasn’t easy, and frankly, it was painful when you felt her trying to reach out to you. She would attempt to start a conversation, and you would suddenly make a beeline for Leah or pretend you didn’t hear her. One time, she even sent you a photo of a new type of chocolate pretzels she had found, which you ignored. When she asked if you wanted to talk, you ignored that too, and it hurt.

Nevertheless, you knew in your heart this was the only way to keep the both of you from getting hurt, and so you persevered. That was until after two more weeks of avoidance, the inevitable finally happened.

Your alarm went off early that morning after not having had much sleep. The night before, Alessia had suddenly shown up at your apartment, stating she was there to meet Lotte. She had asked if you wanted to join them for dinner, and you made up an excuse and left. You didn’t return until much later, when the only light visible through the curtains was the little nightlight in the living room, and you knew the coast was clear. You stirred for a long time before finally falling asleep, having spotted Alessia’s coat and shoes in the hallway and knowing she was lying on the other side of the wall you were staring at.

You didn’t have training until later that day, but you decided on an early alarm so you could escape the apartment before anyone else would wake up. You quickly threw on some joggers and a sweatshirt and kept your morning talk in the mirror short and to the point. You felt a sense of confidence wash over you as you realised you’d managed to prevent yet another encounter with the person you had been avoiding for weeks.

All that confidence left your body in an instant however, when you opened your bedroom door to be met with a pair of widened blue eyes already staring at you. “Hi,” said Alessia, a shy smile on her face.

“Morning,” you said dryly, “you’re up early.” You didn’t really want a conversation with her, but at this point, small talk seemed unavoidable. “I, uh, couldn’t sleep anymore,” she replied. You brushed past her to grab your shoes and sat down on the edge of the sofa to tie the laces.

“Hey, Y/N?” She started hesitantly, causing you to look up at her, dreading whatever she was about to ask you. “Do you want some coffee? I just made some.”

“Oh, no thank you. I was just about to go for a walk actually,” you answered, avoiding her gaze by focusing on your shoelaces again. “Oh right, of course,” she said quietly. The discomfort she felt was clear in the way she moved, the tension in the room palpable. You felt your eyes starting to water as your emotions overwhelmed you. The disappointment written on Alessia’s face, the way your body tensed up with every word she said, and the fact that you still had to fight the urge to kiss her right then and there, it was all too much.

“Enjoy your walk,” she said softly as you disappeared into the hallway. You grabbed your coat and keys and finally left the house.

As you were trying your best to fight the tears now brimming your eyelids from falling down your cheeks until you had at least rounded the corner, you heard a different voice calling your name from behind you: Lotte. And she didn’t sound happy. “What are you doing?” Her tone was like a shout but her volume that of a whisper, given how early it was.

“Taking a morning stroll,” you replied quietly without turning around hoping to leave it at that. “You know that’s not what I meant. I’m talking about Less. She really wants to talk to you but you’ve been avoiding her, ignoring her. I have no idea what’s going on with you but I can tell this is hurting her, and after all she’s done for you—” she stopped abruptly when you turned around to face her and she noticed the tears now rolling down your face. You saw the hesitation in her eyes. Lotte was not an angry person. In fact, this was the angriest you had ever seen her, so you knew you had really messed up. She scanned your face for a little longer before asking, “Can you please just tell me what’s going on?”

“I— I really can’t, I’m sorry.” You felt an immense sense of guilt wash over you. These past few weeks you had hardly given it any thought how your actions were affecting others. You had decided this was the best thing to do for everyone involved, but of course Alessia did not know that and she had had no say in the matter.

“Okay,” Lotte mumbled hesitantly, “okay, but will you at least talk to her later? You can’t avoid her forever, Y/N,” she stated, and you knew she was right. You took a deep breath before accepting your fate and telling her, “Yeah, okay. You’re right.”

You opted to save the talk for after training, giving both of you some time to prepare. Lotte relayed the news to Alessia and assured to spend the night at her boyfriend’s place, granting the two of you some privacy.

You spent your morning trying to figure out how to tell her what was going on, struggling to come up with the right words. The day went by fast and training, albeit awkward and tense, also flew by. Before you knew it, you were back home, bracing for the dreaded conversation.

Alessia seemed unusually uncomfortable, fidgeting with her hands as you walked into the familiar living room in silence. “Tea?” You asked and she nodded as she got settled.

Returning with two cups of tea minutes later, you took a seat on the opposite end of the sofa. You sat in silence, both of you playing with your teabags for a while, contemplating how to initiate the conversation.

Finally, she broke the silence, her voice hesitant. “I, uh, have been wanting to talk about the other night, you know, at the bar” she began, her words coming out slowly and anxiously. Weeks had gone by since that night, but you had not given her a single chance to talk about it since. “I’m really sorry if I made you uncomfortable or crossed any boundaries.”

You waved off her apology with a small smile. “It’s fine,” you reassured her, not really wanting to think or talk about that night anymore, since you knew it was just a drunken mistake to her, and so much more than that to you. “Just... caught me off guard, is all.”

Alessia’s expression softened, like she somehow knew exactly what you meant by that. She took a deep breath before blurting out three words you had never expected to hear her say.

“Dan is gay,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “His parents are... well, they’re really homophobic.” As she spoke, you could see a mixture of pain and embarrassment etched in her features, the weight of her words heavy on her shoulders.

Your confusion must have shown on your face, prompting Alessia to continue, her words tumbling out in a rush. “And, well, my parents were like yours. They kept asking when I’m going to settle down with a boyfriend,”

As Alessia spoke, the pieces started to fall into place, and you listened intently as she unraveled the complex web of her relationship with Dan. “We were really good friends, Dan and I," she explained, “And we get along well, so we came up with this... arrangement.”

She paused, taking a moment to gather her thoughts before continuing. “We decided to pretend to be together,” she admitted, pausing again to finally look at you. “To make everyone around us happy.”

“We just get each other so well, you know?” she added, her voice small. “And we already spent so much time together, so it wasn’t hard to pretend.”

You thought about what she said. Somehow, suddenly everything made sense but at the same time nothing did. After a moment of silence, you finally found the words to break through the heaviness in the air. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?” you asked, your voice gentle yet curious.

Alessia hesitated for a moment before responding, her gaze fixed on the floor. “I was embarrassed, I guess,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “And all I wanted was to focus on my career, so this seemed like an easy way to get everyone to stay off my case too.”

She paused briefly before continuing. “I love the friendship I have with him,” she explained, a hint of sadness in her voice as she looked at you. “And I never really felt the need to be more than friends with anyone anyway, so this has just always felt like it was enough for me. Well, until—” she stopped speaking abruptly, her words trailing off into silence.

“Until what?” you pressed, your curiosity piqued by her sudden pause. But Alessia shook her head, her expression guarded. “Nothing, never mind,” she replied, avoiding your gaze.

The conversation lapsed into silence again, the unanswered question hanging between you like a heavy fog. “Okay… so why are you telling me this now?” you asked, breaking the silence once more, your voice soft.

Alessia shrugged, her eyes flickering up to meet yours. “I don’t know, I guess I felt really bad about lying to you all this time,” she confessed, her voice tinged with regret. “Since we’ve gotten so close. Not many people know. In our team, it’s just Lotte actually. I really value our friendship, Y/N.”

As you sat there, letting everything she had just confessed sink in and trying to make sense of what it all meant, you suddenly noticed how uncomfortable Alessia looked. You quickly scooted over to her side of the sofa, prompting her to look up at you.

Reaching out, you placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Thank you for telling me, Less,” you said gently, offering her a reassuring smile. “You know you have nothing to be embarrassed about, right? Especially since I did the same thing with you.”

A small laugh escaped her lips, a hint of relief flickering in her eyes. “Guess we’re both experts at this fake relationship thing, huh?” she remarked, the tension in the room easing slightly.

You chuckled softly. “Yeah, now it does make a lot of sense why you came up with the idea in the first place,” you teased, a playful glint in your eye.

Alessia smiled, the embarrassment slowly fading from her features. “Well, it seems to have worked for both of us,” she quipped, her tone lightening.

Taking a sip of her tea, Alessia seemed lost in thought for a moment before meeting your gaze once more. “Thanks, though,” she said sincerely, her eyes softening. “For understanding, and for not judging me.”

You returned her smile with a soft one of your own. “There’s nothing to judge. I think it's really nice of you to do this for Dan,” you added.

Alessia’s smile widened, a touch of warmth in her eyes. “Thanks, Y/N. Means a lot.” She paused, clearly wanting to add something else, her smile fading into a frown. “So… are we okay?” she asked hesitantly.

“Yeah, we’re okay,” you said genuinely. You didn’t exactly know why yet, but somehow you felt a sense of peace about the whole situation after the conversation you had just had.

“Good, I’m glad,” she said, a relieved sigh escaping her lips. “Cause I’ve missed hanging out with you. I was really glad we had become such good friends, and I was afraid I had ruined it all by not being honest.”

“You didn’t,” you reassured her. “I was just a little… confused,” you added, hoping to leave it at that.

She nodded. “Yeah, I get that. I hope this cleared some stuff up then.” She sent you a warm smile. As the conversation wound down, Alessia glanced at the clock, realising the lateness of the hour. “I should probably get going,” she said, rising from the sofa with a small sigh.

You nodded in understanding, standing up as well. “Yeah, no problem,” you replied, walking her to the door. Before she left, Alessia turned to. “Good night,” she whispered with a grateful smile on her face as she pulled you in for a warm hug.

“Good night, Less.”

#alessia russo #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo imagine #lionesses #lionesses x reader #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso x reader #engwnt x reader #arsenal wfc x reader #arsenal wfc

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 3 months

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after an extra busy weak covering things at the hotel so the morningstars can have some family time, vaggie wakes up with a blinding stress headache and charlie whisks her back into bed to rest because she, charlie, can TOTALLY manage the hotel on her own for one day! 100% there is nothing to worry about!

vaggie is worried. she has all the faith in her girlfriend and none left over for the other hotel residents. charlie spins it as 'please rest? for me??' request though so she let's herself be kept in their room listening to Very Concerning Noises from outside as charlie pops in regularly to bring snacks and smile tensely and swear things are completely fine she just felt like setting part of her suit on fire today! vaggie's not convinced. vaggie's headache is getting worse. around dinner time charlie is late checking in with her and then from somewhere below charlie is yelling FUCK!!! and vaggie is out of bed armed and downstairs in three murderously angelic wing flaps

there used to be a wall between the main hall and the kitchen.

there isn't anymore, so she can see exactly when everyone freezes in place and stares back at her.

what, she askes, are they doing. charlie tries to laugh and say nothing nothing just cooking but she's also got her horns out and alastor in a headlock, so vaggie turns to angel dust instead.

why is the wall missing? because cherri is here helping. why is there an empty wine bottle next to the ominously bubbling pot? because husk is helping. why is angel's ass on the countertop? because looking pretty is how he's helping. why is niffy stirring the ominous wine goop with a knife- no it's niffy never mind. why is one of sir pretentious' eggs teetering on the edge of the pot as if about to dive in? because alastor is here NOT helping

why, then, is ANY of this happening....? because everyone was bored, no one had been threatened at the end of a spear all day, they followed charlie into the kitchen and heard vaggie was sick. so.

the thing in the pot, charlie admits weakly as her hold on alastor's neck tightens, was supposed to be soup, to help her get better. sooner. bc charlie can run the hotel alone for a day but oh she REALLY doesn't want to.

vaggie checks the soup. the only way it's curing her headache is by making her dead. charlie drops alastor and droops dejectedly only to see vaggie smiling, a glint in her eye. everyone who is not charlie tries to edge away but it's too late- they are all going to obey their new kitchen commanding officer and follow her orders on how to actually make soup or they're gonna wish THEY were the ones being chopped up and caramelized on the bottom of a cooking pot (no niffty, you can't volunteer) (no angel, boosting moral is not a valid contribution, get off your ass and wipe down the counter top)

a few hours later dinner is raging with everyone fighting over second helpings (except alastor who's prodding his cooked food with a grin of horror) and vaggie leans in to thank charlie quietly. what for, charlie asks? for not telling everyone that the only 'sick' vaggie had really been was sick of them. she's feeling a lot better now. they're not so bad, really.... or at least they're kinda worth it anyway

charlie smiles softly. she'd almost let the truth slip when she'd gotten kinda sick of them too, at the point when they all crowed into the kitchen after her- then she'd realized they wanted to know why vaggie hadn't been around and had maybe been causing such a ruckus because they missed her, a little bit

they share a proud moment, gently holding hands. then they duck as alastor static shrieks and throws his soup across the room, revealing the egg bois who'd been soaking at the bottom of it like a hot tub

tomorrow it'll be charlie who stays in bed all day with a headache

#hazbin hotel #chaggie #charlie morningstar #vaggie #alastor the radio demon #angel dust #niffty #husk #cherri bomb #im my mind they are all one big blob of chaos that might have a good intention buried in it somewhere among the smoldering wreckage #of vaggie's sanity #“imagine a chaggie kid-” they don't need kids they have several fully grown housemates to keep alive

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blue-babygirl · 4 months

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Would you, possibly, be willing to do Emily comforting a lesbian BAU!reader who’s just been dumped by their gf? 👀 I just think she would be so sweet about it but also so real

A/N: Okay so I'm pretty sure I went off the rails from what the anon actually asked for and just fucked it up but um.... I'll just post it now.

Status Update

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x BAU!Fem!Reader

Type: Fluff/Sweet (I think?)

Description: Break ups can suck. But you have your best friend (and hopefully future girlfriend) to help you out and spend the evening with you.

Warnings: The reader doesn’t seem all that affected by the break up tbh? I don’t think there is anything I need to add here.

You knew that you needed to figure out a way to apologize to your girlfriend. So that’s what you did on the jet back home. By the time the jet landed, you had a plan in motion. You made a reservation at a restaurant she was talking about and ordered her favorite flowers and some chocolates. The only hitch in your plan was that you couldn’t get ahold of your girlfriend.

Well, ex-girlfriend after the call you get.

“Hey Gar-”

“OMG Y/N! Why didn’t you say anything? When did this happen? You just have to say a word and I will be at your place with ice cream and alcohol and movies!”

“Woah woah woah! What’s this about?” Emily turned to you from the passenger seat as you gave her and your phone a strange look.

“Emily! Good thing you guys are together! And Y/N didn’t tell you? She and Clarise broke up!”

“What?!?” You and Emily exclaimed at the same time.

“What? She updated her relationship status on Facebook… OMG she did it without telling you…” You could quite literally hear the grimace on Penny’s face across the phone.

“No… I- I’ve been trying to get ahold of her since the case ended but it keeps going to voicemail…”

“Oh Y/N… I am so sorry. You know we are here for you, right?” Emily gave you a soft smile as you took a deep breath to try and think clearly.

“Yes! And um… not sure if you want to know but she blocked you… that’s why it kept going to voicemail…” Penelope spoke up, making you shake your head. “Thanks Penny. I’ll see you at the office.”

“Okay. I love you, be safe lovies.” You sat back with a sigh, not sure if it was disbelief, sadness or relief that you felt. You couldn’t believe that this was how Clarise was breaking up with you but at the same time, it was also how she and her friends let people know that they didn’t like them or were mad at them. You felt sad that this is how things were ending after being with her and there for her for the last almost two years. And however bad it might be, you also felt somewhat relieved after how much she had been trying to make you choose between your job and her even though you had made it clear what your job was like and how much you loved it before you even got together.

“You know we are here for you right?” You glanced at Emily, catching her eye. You sigh, contemplating if you should speak out your thoughts.

“I know… Honestly, I don’t really know how to feel. We were together for two years and instead of giving me the courtesy of telling me herself, she just blocked me and changed her status, which honestly hurts. But at the same time, she has been pretty insistent about me choosing her over my job over the past couple months, so this is somewhat of a relief too because I don’t want to choose.”

“I feel you. Most of us seem to have the same issue.” Emily chuckled, but you could feel the bitterness of it. You groan when you remember that you need to cancel your reservations and the orders, knowing that you won’t get your money back.

“I’m gonna have to cancel my reservations and stuff and I’m not even going to get my money back. This sucks.” You take out your phone just as Emily speaks up.

“Well… you can still go? I mean, by yourself or we can go as a group if you want?” “You know what?” You speak up after a moment of silence. “I don’t want to go alone, and the reservation is only for two people. How do you feel about going with me?”

“Like a date?” Emily exclaims and you can hear the surprise in her voice.

“Well… not exactly… but we can do that after I move on from everything with Clarise?” You bite your lip as you shoot your shot.

“Well… a-are you sure?”

You shoot Emily a soft smile as she glances at you, “A 100% sure.”

“I would love that…” You can see Emily blushing under the streetlight as she parks outside your apartment building.

“Perfect. I’ll pick you up in an hour?” You smile at her as she nods, grinning at the blush covering her cheeks. “Emily Prentiss blushing? Never thought I’d see the day.”

“Oh hush! If anybody ever hears about this…” Emily threatens. “No one is going to hear. Your secret’s safe with me Em. Now, I’m gonna go get ready and by the time I get to your place, you better be dressed up Agent Prentiss.” You grin as you tease her, getting your bags and leaving the car.

One hour later, you are standing outside Emily’s apartment building with flowers and a box of chocolate, waiting for Emily to get down. You grin when you see her coming out in a beautiful red dress that doesn’t even compare to the beauty wearing it.

Emily smiles at you as you exchange greetings, blushing when you give her the flowers and chocolate.

“These aren’t the ones you ordered on the jet.” Emily says as she gets into the car.

“No, they are in the trash. I was not about to give you the flowers I bought for Clarise, Em. You deserve a lot better.” You start the car, giving her one last smile before starting to drive.

The rest of the evening is a blur of conversation, laughter and memories being made. You both enjoy a selection of high-quality food followed by an ice cream stop before driving to drop her off at her apartment.

As the night comes to an end, you are sure of two things. One, the two of you won’t be dating until after at least 3 months because according to Emily ‘that is the required amount of time to get someone out of your system’. Two, you are willing to wait an eternity if it means that you can date Emily at the end.

#criminal minds #fluff #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss x female reader #emily prentiss imagine

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rabbitblackx · 1 year

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Hii! May I request Bubba Sawyer x reader, please? I know he is a soft boio, but I'd love to read something about him going feral after someone hurts his sweetheart. A victim managed to escape and decided to give her a pretty nasty cut to distract him, but Drayton tells him he'll take care of reader and that he should chase the bastard down. Oh, and also him comforting reader afterwards because she was very scared, if that's alright! Thank you and sorry if this is very corny, I really love Bubba 👉🏻👈🏻

Bubba when Fem!Reader gets injured by victim

You were in the kitchen washing up the dishes, while the boys were taking care of a victim. Nubbins held her on the floor, shoving her head down above a bucket. Bubba handed grandpa a hammer, helping him wrap his frail fingers around the handle. You tried to block out the poor girl’s screaming, but it just kept getting louder and louder

When it didn’t stop though, you moved from the sink and stood in the doorway of the dining room. You watched with wide eyes as the girl in Nubbins’ grasp tore herself away from him, staggering to her feet. In a fit of panic, you dashed towards her and grabbed her wrist so she couldn’t escape. The girl screamed bloody murder, and snatched a steak knife from the table

In the heat of the moment, she blindly slashed the knife into your arm, drawing blood instantly. You cried out and released her, backing up into a wall. Concerned gibberish bubbled out from under Bubba’s mask as he ran to your aid. The girl limped out of the room, with Nubbins hot on her trail

Bubba grunted sadly as he shakily held your injured arm, desperately trying to ask you if you were alright. Drayton spoke up, gently pulling you away from him

“I’ll take care of her, Bubba. You just get the girl!” Drayton ordered

Bubba protested, wanting to stay with you, but his brother shouted him down

“I’m fine, Bubba. I’m fine.” You reassured, though your shook expression told otherwise

Leatherface reluctantly grabbed his chainsaw from the kitchen, and ran outside. As he caught up with Nubbins, who was also chasing after the victim, rage began to boil within him. Bubba couldn’t believe how furious he was with her for injuring his poor sweetheart

With a cry of fury, Bubba lifted his chainsaw high above his head and charged after the girl. She was injured too, and it wasn’t hard for him to catch up with her. He blindly sawed through bloody clothes and soft flesh until she was no more, but a wet heap of gore

Him and Nubbins raced back to the house straight after. Bubba dumped his chainsaw carelessly on the porch, and flew up the stairs to his bedroom, knowing you would be in there. As soon as he saw you curled up on his bed, all the rage washed away. It was instead replaced with tenderness, and the need to care for you

Bubba took the time now to comfort you. You were clearly distressed about what happened. Drayton had hastily dressed your wound in bandages, but it still stung and was bleeding through. You began to relax when Bubba carefully took your arm in his big hands, gently stroking it like a beloved pet

You watched fervently as he did this, your rapid breathing simmering. Bubba rambled on tearfully, trying to tell you he was sorry this happened

“It’s okay, Bubba.” You cooed

Leatherface looked up from your bandaged arm and met your eyes. You smiled softly, and his heart melted. You inched yourself closer to him on the bed and slowly rested your head against his broad chest. Bubba draped an arm over your back, pulling you closer

“Thanks for standing up for me.”

#slasher x reader #rab.reads #slashers x reader #slashers #leatherface x reader #leatherface #dead by daylight x reader #bubba sawyer #bubba sawyer x reader #texas chainsaw massacre #dead by daylight

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blakeswritingimagines · 9 months

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Yandere Aemond, who accidentally gets your sister instead

"Y/n should have been mine. She was destined to be mine. I had envisioned a perfect future together, one where we flew atop our dragons and ruled the world. But that was all taken away from me. All of it, gone. Now all I have are her sister. A replacement. Second pick. A consolation prize. How dare she do this to me. She dares to bring a weaker version of herself into my life and expect me to be happy. What was she thinking? I must get rid of her."

If/when he were to be with you he would make sure that you know exactly what your place is. He would make sure that you know that he is the man of the house and that you are only what he deems you to be. You'll serve him regardless of whatever he asks or how highborn you are, and that is the way it must be. He is the master of the household, and you must obey and follow. If he has something that he wants, you must provide it to him.

If all else fails, he would consider kidnapping you in order to force you to spend your time with him. After all, the obsession would be so strong, that he could not see any other option than that. This is only one scenario however.

If he were to have you replaced by your sister he would be very upset. In fact, he would likely act aggressively. This could range from merely ignoring the sister, to trying to hurt her physically. He might even try to eliminate the competition.

He does believe he loves you and he can be quite possessive of you, especially when he sees you talking to other boys. He's always afraid that you might give them more attention than you give to him. He has to remind himself that he is your one and only love, but when the jealousy gets to him, he can get to be a little bit unhinged and obsessed. It’s not something he's proud of, but it’s part of what makes him, him.

Because he has a very short temper and a habit of lashing out when he's angry. He can be very intimidating, and he doesn't like to be crossed. So if you ever do something to piss him off, well, let's just say you better be prepared to face the consequences.

I suppose he would be rather possessive and obsessive. He doesn’t take no for an answer and his love won’t allow him to accept an alternative like your sister. He would be quite persistent and would not give up until he got his way. His pride and his honor wouldn’t allow him to settle for seconds. If he couldn’t have the object of his affection then he would take no one else, and he would go to great length and lengths to ensure that. Perhaps he would even resort to drastic measures in the heat of the moment and in his passion.

If the sister continues to interfere, he might try and drive a wedge between his beloved and your sister. He might even resort to more violent methods to ensure you stay away from each other. It would have to be kept in secret, of course. He would not want you to be suspicious. He would also be sure to make you believe that you are his one and only.

Well, since your sister has arrived it would mean that you are no longer a special focus of his attention. He would likely begin to see this as an attack on him, on your "relationship", and on the way things were meant to be. His behavior might become more and more erratic. He would likely try to get you back by whatever means necessary.

If he wished to capture your attention "again", he would likely resort to more direct, but also more subtle, methods. By this, I mean he would do his best to impress you with his talents, and also try to engage you in some of your favorite activities. He would also do his best to look his best for you, since a good appearance can go a long way in catching someone’s attention. However, he would also be sure to be mysterious and elusive when needed.

It would be most vexing. If the sister continued to attempt to get his attention he would make it clear to her in no uncertain terms that he has no interest in her. He would likely ignore her as much as possible and make sure to give you more attention than ever. He would also try to keep them as far apart from each other as he possibly could. That way, your sister would hopefully learn her place.

If your sister kept trying to be with him, he would likely try to reject her at first. Hopefully, this would give you the opportunity to see what he is to you. But if this fails, he would have no choice but to eliminate the competition. It would be for you, of course.

He is not attracted to your sister, his primary goal is to obtain his beloved. He would never be content with someone else, you are the only person he wants. No one else can measure up. He would continue to focus all his efforts on winning you over. And if your sister continues to interfere, his actions may become more drastic.

It would make the situation a bit tricky if you felt you were nothing amazing compared to your sisters. If you think that you are nothing special then his own jealousy and possessiveness might not be enough to change your mind. He might try to build your confidence up, while also emphasizing the importance of your relationship and how much he values having you with him. He could compliment you and boost your self-esteem, while also making you feel that you are more special to him than anyone else.

His family would likely be concerned about his obsession. They would be concerned about him acting out and hurting you and your sister. They would likely try and intervene and get him to let you go or stop hurting you. However, he would be hard pressed to listen to them. He cares about no one but his love.

If/when he finally got you he would do all he can to possess you. You would be his, and his alone. You would not have the option of going anywhere or doing anything without his permission. He would want you to be with him 24/7. He would make you entirely dependent on him.

He would want you to be married to him, and no one else. And he would want you to have his children and no one else’s. It would be a way of keeping you by his side and tied to him by the closest bond. Children would also serve to make you more dependent on him.

It is not something that he would wish to do. He feels it goes against his code of honor and his "chivalrous" nature. He would never want to stoop to such a level. However, if the alternative is never marrying you and having children, he may not have a choice but to force himself on you and make sure you will in fact be his. It is a decision that he would have to make.

If he were to force you into marriage with him he would make sure it is no small or quiet affair. It would be a grand ceremony. Invitations would be sent to all the great lords of Westeros. He would want to show the realm that you and he were married and that he would keep a firm grip on you. He would want to impress the realm with his love and authority. He would make sure you knew who’s royal and in power because of him, that you belonged to him.

If you are in his possession, who is to say that he cannot do what he wants? Of course he would still treat you with respect and honor you to the best of his abilities. However, you would be a prize to be proud of. You would not be free to go where you please, when you please, without his say so. He would never give you to another. He would never let you get away. He would fight tooth and nail to protect what is his.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #hotd aemond #house of the dragon #tw yandere #yandere #yandere aemond targaryen #yandere aemond x reader #thank you to the anon that requested this!

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sanjisboyfie · 6 months

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๑ keep safe : see you later, vivi! (20)

one piece x male reader

if he's a serial killer,

then what's the worst thing that can happen to a girl,

who's already hurt?

i’m already hurt.

if he’s as bad as they say,

then i guess i’m cursed.

looking into his eyes, i think he’s already hurt.

he’s already hurt.

『 prev 』

[name] was flying. that was the last thing he remembered, as well as the bright sky above his head. but when he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a dark ceiling.

then he began hearing the snores around him.

he blinked slowly, wondering where he was. but when he looked to the corner of his eyes and saw luffy’s tuft of black hair, he didn’t think twice in closing his eyes and going back to sleep.

he smiled to himself, reminding himself to apologize to vivi when he woke up. after all, he didn’t get to kill the warlord like he had promised her. instead he left that to luffy.

vivi had herself sitting in between [name] and luffy the whole time they were sleeping. the others had gotten up the next day. and after the treatment chopper and vivi had done for them, they were feeling much better.

it took [name] two days to wake up with enough energy. the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was chopper.

“ah, what a cute mascot we have!” [name] smiled, sleep still in his system.

at the sound of his voice, chopper whipped his head around to look at him and jumped on him immediately.

“[name]!!! you’re awake!” the doctor cried, suffocating [name] with his plush body completely covering [name]’s face. “i was so worried!!” just as [name] was going to comfort the worried chopper, the doctor’s personality did a complete switch. and instead of being worried, he was angry at [name], “there was a bullet lodged right in your stomach, asshole, why didn’t you say anything! you were running around with an open wound, you could've died of blood loss!

“not to mention — if pell hadn't caught you do you realize you'd be dead?! falling from such a height!! not to mention that you weren't completely immune to the explosion either! you're lucky you have no scorch marks!!”

“what's another scar on my body, anyway?” [name] pouted, crossing his arms and looking down at his bandages in interest, “oops, i think i opened the stitches by accident…” the blood was beginning to leak to the surface which made him hum in confirmation, “yep, i surely did!”

“the scars aren't the point! and bastard!!! i’ll kill you for re-opening your wounds!” chopper said, charging at [name] with more wraps of white bandages, “just stay still and listen to doctor's orders!”

“ah, tony-kun, i think we should ease up on the yelling…[name], might not be completely-”

“vivi!!” [name] shouted, outstretching his hands to grab her wrist. chopper jumped aside, huffing with his entire chest in annoyance at [name] who was ignoring his screams.

the rough pull to her wrist made her stumble forward and into [name]’s bandaged, and bleeding, chest.

“sorry, vivi,” he apologized immediately, holding her tight as his chin rested on top of her head, “i wasn’t able to take care of crocodile like i promised. do you think any lowly of me because of that?”

there was silence and soon the only sound in the room was vivi’s whimpers and cries. [name] said nothing and kept smiling at the girl in his arms, squeezing her tight to comfort her.

“[name], thank you,” she cried, lifting her head to show her teary eyes and trembling expression, “if it weren’t for you, pell and this entire country would have been done for!! thank you so much!!”

[name] laughed at her gratitude, the sound of his laughter only sending her into a deeper crying state. chopper sighed, shaking his head at [name]’s manners before leaving the room to grab vivi a glass of water.

“so pell is alright?” [name] asked, scooting backwards on the bed so he could rest his back against the frame. it also made more space for vivi to sit. but instead, she stood up and took ahold of one of the bandage wrappings chopper left behind.

“he’s alright, he’s quite angry with you though, last i checked,” she chuckled, flinching when she felt [name]’s hands wipe the tears away from her cheek.

“and you’re okay?” he asked her gently, holding her face in his palm, “there anything else i need to do to make sure your job as princess is easier?”

vivi shook her head.

the strawhat crew were never going to be forgotten, she’d assure that.

he chuckled at her actions, lightly tapping her cheek with his palm before letting his arm fall.

”i never met any princess before, vivi, but no matter who i meet i doubt they’ll be a better person than you,” he complimented sincerely, resting his hand on top of hers, “your courage is honorable. you’ve saved this country just as much as luffy has,”

she bit her lip, scolding herself for wanting to cry again. [name] noticed it too, laughing to himself, “but you sure are a professional at worrying! c’mon, princess, the people can’t have a leader as emotionally driven as you!!” he teased, obviously joking.

she rolled her eyes, unwrapping the sullied bandages off of his chest. she frowned seeing the scar from where he was shot. it was on his lower abdomen and currently seeping with blood. she disinfected the area quickly, [name] not even flinching at the alcohol being put to his wound, and then wrapped it once more. the entire time she worked she tried to ignore [name]’s e/c eyes watching her.

then she lifted her hand to flick him on the forehead. seeing as she couldn't "harm" any other part of his body without the risk of worsening his injuries.

his injuries…it seemed that it was the only thing she could see. she didn't lift her head once to look into his eyes.

when he noticed a pained look on her face, he moved his fingers to be underneath her chin and made her look at him.

“what’s wrong, vivi?”

she shook her head, lip quivering as she denied to speak her thoughts. [name] didn’t push for answers, instead holding her once more and rubbing up and down her back to comfort her.

“i just think…you’d make a great knight, [name],” she broke the silence, burying her head into his chest. [name] didn’t reply, only looking down at her in confusion. “you've been protecting me since we've met and you've protected this country. despite my attitude to you in the beginning, you've been nothing but kind. thank you so much,”

the two laid there in silence and [name] thought vivi had possibly fallen asleep. but when he moved to lift her up and put her in the bed beside him, so she could be most comfortable, she had stopped him.

”let’s just rest,” she breathed out, falling limp in his arms.

and he wasn’t going to deny her of sleep, so he moved her to be next to him and pulled the blanket over them. he fell back asleep rather easily, his breathing evening out in a matter of minutes.

when chopper came back into the room, he sighed at the two. as a doctor, he was really worried for [name]’s health. but as his friend, he was even more scared. [name]’s condition when pell flew him to them, they really thought he was done for.

his body was bleeding from almost every crevice and chopper knew blood transfusions were out of the question for [name]. how [name] sufficed such tremendous and dangerous wounds and survived was a mystery. perhaps it had to do with his blood, but genuinely, chopper had no idea. there could be numerous theories he could come up with, but the only real answer would be from [name] himself.

or...[name] could have a case of recovering freakishly quickly for no apparent reason, something both zoro and luffy both had as well.

either way, it was something that intrigued and confused chopper at the same time. but if [name] was going to start getting into life threatening situations then it’d be a real cause for concern instead.

he shook his head multiple times, ridding himself of those depressive thoughts and simply climbed up to the foot of the bed. he was planning on just monitoring [name]’s condition, but he soon felt himself getting sleepy too.

then all the bodies laying on the bed were sleeping, luffy resting in the bed next to them.

after another night of recovery, luffy finally woke up. this called for celebration from everyone. a feast was to be had later that night. the moment [name] saw that luffy was up and healthy, he went over to his bedside and immediately smothered him.

luffy grinned, “[name]!! i haven’t seen you in so long,”

“yeah, yeah,” [name] said, nuzzling his face into luffy’s shoulder, “but y’know…i’m angry at you,”

“angry?! why? what’d i do?!” luffy asked with a pout and a whine in his voice.

“you didn’t let me land a single hit on crocodile, you asshole!” [name] shouted before biting into luffy’s rubbery shoulder.

a yowl was released immediately at the action, “hey, hey, hey!!! that hurts, knock it off, bastard!” [name]’s teeth were still digging into the flesh. he pulled his head back, making the skin of luffy’s shoulder stretch. “that hurts a lot! stop it!!”

[name] only grunted in response, not letting his jaw relax.

the rest of the crew watched with deadpan expressions as [name] attached himself onto luffy like a backpack as their captain ran around the room, begging for mercy.

“[name]! quit it!” luffy shouted in frustration, grabbing and slapping [name]’s face in annoyance, “it’s not my fault you couldn’t take care of him yourself! bleh!!” luffy’s tongue stuck out in a taunting manner at [name], which the man didn’t appreciate at all.

“i’ll kill you luffy!” [name] rung his hands around luffy’s neck, shaking him back and forth as he cut off the rubber man’s air supply.

”both of you, enough!!” chopper said, turning into his large form and wrangling [name] off of luffy, holding the two apart as if they were two cats fighting and clawing at each other. the two still tried attacking each other, kicking and punching the air, with sharp teeth barred at each other.

the rest of the crew only sweat dropped at their behavior, internally sighing in relief to see that neither of them had changed after their life-threatening injuries.

the room stayed as chaotic as it could be with an energetic luffy and [name] practically bouncing off of the walls. and it stayed like that until they were called down for their celebration feast.

the crew looked at each other in fear the moment they stepped into the room, hearing the hungry stomachs of luffy and [name] bubbling in anticipation. after seconds of sitting down, the food was presented to them.

[name] and luffy were the main ones who were eating as if their lives depended on it. the captain would use his devil fruit to his advantage, continuously stretching and stealing food off of other people’s plates then shoving it into his mouth before they’d be able to fight back.

[name] on the other hand was consuming things the moment they were set down on the table, not giving the others a single chance to take a piece. sometimes he’d haphazardly throw meat onto one of their plates, but that’d be because he’d take the rest of the food off of the dish and swallow it whole.

“we’ve got a lot, so-” vivi was cut off when [name] shoved noodles into her mouth and grinned as he ate from the same dish.

“ish sho good, ife neba hat noodwes like fis!!” he said, as if anybody could understand what he was saying. he swallowed his noodles, eyes glowing with stars, “wait! wait! wait! let me try your alabasta coffee! it’s gotta be good, huh?! get me coffee, please!” he shouted at no one in particular.

after a couple of minutes of waiting, a freshly brewed cup of hot, black coffee was placed in front of him. he ate a handful more dishes, to give it some time to cool off, before chugging it all down in one go.

tears filled his eyes as he cried for a refill, “it’s all so yummy!”

soon, the entire dining room was filled with laughter. the guards around them couldn’t hold back cackling at their rambunctious behavior and the strawhats themselves were laughing as chopper and usopp both got onto the table and started dancing.

it took a while for them to finish eating, mainly because of luffy and [name], but when they were done eating the most lavish meal of their lives — they were escorted to the bathing house.

[name] had a small towel wrapped around his waist, taking in a deep breath of the relaxing scent that was all around them. then his grin turned devilish as he grabbed ahold of luffy and usopp by their necks.

“hey, hey! no running, we’re gonna crash!” usopp shouted, slapping at [name]’s arm that was practically choking him. luffy didn’t complain though, clapping his hands and cheering as [name] ran.

“let’s go for a swim!!” [name] shouted, throwing the two of them forward and into a deep pool of water that was coming from the grand fountain. when he saw luffy and usopp crash in, he threw off his waist towel and followed soon after. he created a huge splash that soaked almost everyone near them.

“idiot! act more mature!” sanji shouted from the sidelines, his face now drenched with water, “also you guys are disgusting! this is a bath, not a pool!”

“sanji, come on, join us,” [name] said, resting his cheek on his palm. he was propped up against the marble wall that encased the pool of water they were in, a smirk on his lips. “or should i come over there and make you?”

sanji’s eye twitched at the invite, “don’t use that tone with me, shit for brai-”

he couldn’t finish his sentence as [name] was already jumping out of the water and running over to him. sanji’s eye locked in on [name]’s and he visibly cringed as he realized he couldn’t run. and in seconds, he was thrown into the pool of water that usopp and luffy were swimming in.

“zoro!!” [name] shouted, running to his next victim.

“hey, you can’t! i’m washing chopper, so-”

“zoro and chopper!!” [name] corrected, not stopping in his pursuit of collecting the two. he ran over with impeccable speed, throwing the duo in with the rest of the crew. chopper sputtered out water as he reached the surface and zoro simply leaned on his elbows, his hands planted on the bottom of the bath, and spat out a fountain of water from his mouth, a disgruntled look on his face.

[name] grinned, properly joining all of them and grabbing ahold of some of the shampoo and conditioner, “who’s going first?” he invited, showing his lathered hands.

”me! me! me!” luffy shouted, splashing his way over to [name] and sitting in front of him, presenting his hair to be washed.

[name] grinned, leaning down and pressing a chaste kiss on luffy’s cheek before going to wash his hair. luffy giggled at the action, closing his eyes in bliss.

he made sure to massage his scalp, to relax him further. and it worked seeing as luffy completely folded into [name]’s torso in a matter of seconds. after washing out the shampoo and conditioner from luffy’s head, [name] worked on scrubbing his back.

he’d prod and poke at luffy’s flesh every now and then to tickle him, making the captain whine and then laugh.

“alright, you’re all done! who’s next?” [name] invited once more. luffy shot up from his spot in front of [name] and took a position standing behind him. when [name] looked at him in confusion, the ravenette only grinned as he too now had shampoo lathered in his hands.

“i’ll wash your hair, [name]!” luffy proudly declared, making [name] smile in thanks. usopp took a seat in front of [name] and soon a train of washing hair had started. the sniper didn’t hide how vocal he was about the pleasant sensation of [name]’s hands washing his head, making [name] laugh.

“damn, [name]! you’re really good!!” usopp said with a look on his face that screamed pure relaxation, “we gotta take more baths together, i think i’d sleep like a baby every night if i got this treatment on merry,” he drawled on, his eyes shut as if he were about to go to sleep.

[name] worked his hair through usopp’s curls for a little while longer, moving onto conditioning, before announcing that the man was done and clean. usopp shouted his thanks, a pure smile on his face. [name] brought water up to his hair to wash out the product, sighing in delight at the relaxing temperature of the water.

after luffy and usopp were finished, [name] went over to zoro and roughly took ahold of the short green hair.

“i’m plenty capable of washing myself, no thanks!” zoro rejected, going to move from [name] and to somewhere more secluded, but [name]’s hands firmly planted themselves on his shoulders.

“nope, not taking that as an answer,” [name] grinned, already working his hands through zoro’s short hair, “come on, i’ll give you a massage too,”

zoro groaned, his bottom lip jutting out as his eyes squinted in annoyance. first he was annoyed that [name] insisted on washing him, but now he was annoyed at how good it felt. [name]’s fingers gently washed his hair and massaged his scalp. and then when it finally came to washing down his back, his touch turned firm and completely relaxed his strained muscles.

not to mention, the warm water around them almost made him knock out into a deep sleep right then and there. [name] had his tongue pocking out in concentration, digging his fingers into a particular knot in zoro’s back.

he was humming to himself without realizing it and that’s when zoro really thought he’d fall asleep by accident. the low hum of [name]’s voice, the strong hands massaging his back, and the warm body heat that they were radiating off of each other.

the only reason why he didn’t knock out right then and there was because there was a sudden loud crash coming from behind the two. both him and [name] looked over and saw that half of them were laying down flat on their face. sanji even had a stream of blood coming from his nose.

[name] sighed, putting two and two together, reminding himself to lecture them later for peaking in on the girls. he was too busy scrubbing into zoro’s back that he couldn’t be bothered with it right now.

when the perverts of the bath house finally collected themselves, [name] was sitting in front of zoro and the swordsman was roughly washing him now.

“gentle, zoro, how many times have i told you i’m a sensitive man?!” [name] scolded, slapping zoro’s arm with his towel.

“shut up, i’m not even scrubbing that hard!” zoro shouted in return, but he did let up a very little bit. his eyes scanned over [name]’s muscular back, taking in the sight of [name]’s tattoo. the man in front of him had a very objectively nice figure. his shoulders were wide and his waist was slim. the tattoo on his back only seemed to pronounce these two features.

zoro coughed at the sight, averting his eyes and quietly telling [name] he was done. [name] sighed in thanks, turning around and leaning on the marble walling of the bath. the two were now facing each other, [name] with a pleasant smile on his lips whilst zoro did anything but look at the said grinning man.

“thank you,” were the king’s words to break the silence. everyone looked at him, eyes widening just a tad when they saw him begin bowing his head down at them, “thank you for saving this country,”

“hey, hey, is it okay…for a king to do such a thing…?” zoro asked slowly, looking at the king who was still bowing down to them.

“this is a serious incident, king cobra! a king should never bow their head to anybody,” igaram said, the blonde looking worried at the king’s actions.

“igaram, authority is something you wear over your clothes. but we’re in the bath, there isn’t such a thing as a naked king,” [name] chuckled at the metaphor, looking at the king in interest. “i’d like to thank you from the bottom of my heart, as a father and as a resident of this land. thank you very much, i really appreciate it.”

luffy laughed his trademark laugh, eyes turning into crescent moons as his pearly whites were on display. the rest of the bath was turned peaceful, a drastic difference from when they first entered.

[name] was mellowed out, having a towel rest on top of his eyes and forehead to cool himself off. he almost fell asleep if it weren't for luffy bouncing over and jumping onto his chest.

“let’s go, [name]! we've been in here for too long! we gotta get dressed snd go now!” he said cheerfully, hugging himself deep into [name]’s torso. [name], used to the man’s close contact, nodded his head in understanding and stood the both of them up.

he had his hands resting underneath luffy’s thighs, carrying him as if he were a baby. the captain at least had some decency to put a towel on over his waist. shamelessly, though, he grinning like a kid who just won candy. it was obvious luffy had no problem latching onto [name]’s figure and using him as a personal transport.

trusting that the grip luffy had around his waist and neck would be enough to keep him upright, [name] removed his hands from luffy's thighs to tie his own towel around his waist. they met up with the others in the changing room. [name] put on a black set of robes that were set out for them.

luffy got dressed in his own attire as well, but jumped right back onto [name]’s back once they were both wearing clothing. they returned back to the grand room where they were settled down for a conversation on when to leave. luffy rested his chin on top of [name]’s head, legs around his torso to prop himself up to that height.

“we should be ready to leave by tonight,” nami said first, looking around the room for reactions. [name] agreed, for the most part everyone else did too.

“alright, let’s leave after we eat some more delicious food!” luffy said, completely missing the point. [name] slapped his cheek harshly, clicking his tongue in annoyance.

”no, we leave tonight, right now,” usopp shouted.

“yeah, if we have no other reason to be here, it’s best to leave as soon as possible,” zoro chimed in.

[name] carefully watched vivi’s expression, frowning when he saw her lip quivering as if she were about to start crying. just as he was about to say something to her, a royal guard entered the room and was carrying a den-den mushi for them.

“someone named bon-chan wants to speak with you,” he said to the straw hats, hesitance in his voice.

“who the hell is bon-chan?” the crew echoed in confusion, not recalling anybody with a name like that.

“but he insists he’s your friend, so…” the guard continued, holding the transponder snail out to them.

sanji was the one who got up, picking up the receiving end and immediately an irritating voice filled the room, “hello? hi there!”

and then their line of the transponder snail was immediately slammed down to hang up. the ones who had interacted with the caller all cringed in distaste. it only started ringing again the moment the call ended, earning angry glares from sanji and [name].

luffy stretched and took the snail, picking it up and speaking in a defiant tone, “huh, it’s you! what do you want from us?!”

[name] looking at the snail that mimicked the caller’s expression, grimacing as he could imagine the man spinning around in his pretty ballerina costume as he spoke into the den-den mushi.

“oh? that voice! it must be straw hat-chan! you really surprised me, y’know? you’re so strong!” the voice complimented, making [name]’s look of disgust only deepen.

“what do you want from us, mr. 2?” [name] asked in a deathly serious tone, glaring at the snail.

“no! no! don’t call me mr. 2, yeow!” the voice cried out, panic evident in his voice, “if this signal is caught by the navy, we’ll be in trouble!”

“what do you want from us.” [name] repeated, more stern this time to get to the point.

“oh, i took your ship!”

“that’s not funny!!” zoro, nami, and chopper cried out in unison.

“you bastard! this isn’t a joking matter! tell us where you are right now!” usopp said, pointing a finger at the snail in anger. like the other three, his teeth were barred and sharp as well.

“on your ship!”

“don’t fuck around right now, bon-chan,” [name] spoke in a taunting tone, “we both know what i’ll do to you if you lay a hand on merry!”

“no, no! it’s not like that, geez!” bon clay cried out, “we’re friends, right? i’m waiting for you guys at the upper reaches of the sandora river! but you have to hurry, i don’t know how long i can be here for before the navy finds it!!”

[name] grit his teeth, hanging up the snail and looking at the rest of the crew.

“now, what?”

they all looked conflicted, eyebrows furrowed in thought. they all decided that it’d be better if they left right away, not wanting to leave merry in the care of a past enemy as well as the fact the navy could find it at any second.

the crew began moving, [name] equipping himself with his sword and making sure that the cloth around his wrist was securely tightened.

”everyone…” vivi lowered her head as they all stared at her, waiting for her to continue, “what…should i do?” she softly asked, tone wavering.

a silence passed over all of them before nami spoke up, “listen well, vivi. we’ll give you 12 hours. once we take our ship back at the sandora river, we’ll draw the ship near the eastern harbor just once at exactly noon tomorrow. we probably won’t be able to anchor. if you want to continue traveling with us, that moment is the only chance to come aboard. if that happens, we’ll welcome you…though you’ll become a pirate!”

vivi blinked several times at the invitation, nodding her head in understanding.

“since you’re the princess of a country, this is the best we can do to invite you,” sanji sighed, looking somewhat troubled in having to leave behind vivi.

“come, vivi! definitely come! let’s go right now!”

[name] smacked his hand on luffy’s head, apologetically smiling at vivi. usopp began dragging luffy away and [name] was left to be the last one to scale out of the window.

he walked over to vivi, grinning down at her as he ruffled her blue locks, “this isn’t goodbye, even if you don’t end up coming. i’ll make sure to see you in the future, vivi! all of us!”

she nodded her head, pushing herself forward and crashing into [name]’s chest. the grip she had on his waist was tight, as if she didn’t want to let go. but after a gentle tap on her shoulders from [name], she released him from her hug.

“this was from pell,” she breathed out, handing him a crumpled up letter with his name neatly written on the front. he grinned, recognizing the lettering — thinking back to his impromtu lesson he received from the princess herself on the going merry. it seems even the guards got proper education on higher learning, “i assume it’s his thanks all written out. he was really bashful when he handed it to me,”

“then i’ll read it on merry,” [name] grinned, “vivi, you’re an amazing princess — you’ll make an even stronger queen one day!”

and then he was gone, just like that. he jumped form the window, using the rope to touch ground with the rest of his crew. and vivi was standing there, a blush on her cheeks at his sudden compliment.

but like [name] said, she'd trust they'd see each other again. whenever that time was.

the journey to the ship wasn’t super long, but it left them enough time to think. nami looked particularly forlorn, causing worry for the other crewmates. but when they realized she only looked like that because of beri, they all threw their worries out the window.

[name] had to physically stop himself from beating bon clay to a pulp when they reached merry, choosing to silently walk around the ballerina as they carried all their goods onto the ship.

the ship sailed on once everything was brought on board, bon clay still lingering on their deck. he seemed to bat his eyes whenever [name] walked by, but the man he was trying to woo would only shove his face away with his hand and a grimace.

by the time the sun came up on their journey, they were surrounded entirely by the marines.

[name] grit his teeth in annoyance, holding onto the railing as iron bars were lodged into merry’s wood. he concentrated on one of the ships that was targetting them, waving his hand in the air and causing it to capsize with a humongous wave.

“yes! [name]! keep doing that, whatever that is! keep it up!”

“it takes a lot of energy! i won’t be able to do it for all of them!” [name] bit back then beginning to breathe heavily. he noticed that they were beginning to get surrounded by 8 navy ships now.

“well, do as much as you can anyway! we can’t keep taking hits like that!” nami said, worry etched onto her features.

thankfully, usopp was able to land a cannonball into one of the ships. that bought them more time, but they weren’t going to move from their place. this is where they needed to be. vivi was going to meet them there.

thinking of the princess coming to the harbor and not seeing their ship, it made him infuriated. these marines had to ruin everything!

he turned around, waving his hand once more and causing two more of the ships to crash down.

bon clay began to beg for them to leave, but all of them refused. once luffy mentioned they were waiting for their friend, it seemed to woo the man in acting as a decoy for them.

and as bon clay got the formation to break apart, the strawhats were able to successfully move deeper into the harbor and closer to shore. and the only thing they could do was wait.

vivi’s voice began to ring in the air, making [name]’s face brighten up. he ran to the railing, to search for her at the shore. but gradually, the smile on his face began falling as he saw that she was nowhere to be seen.

she was giving a speech, but not for them. she wasn’t at the shore, which means her choice was obvious.

it did sting a little bit, [name] giving a bitter sweet smile to the country. he wished vivi could have joined them. she felt too close as a crewmate to be anything else, too. a selfish part of him wanted her to choose them over her country, but he knew that that was unreasonable.

“let’s go, luffy,” [name] said softly, patting the strawhat of his captain, “she’s made her choice,”

“but-”

“no, we have to accept it and sail onward,” [name] said, shaking his head at luffy, who was pouting in sadness.

just as [name] was going to turn his back on the shore, sighing in defeat, he heard her call out, “everyone!!”

he turned around in an instant and grinned ear to ear, waving at her. the others began rejoicing, perhaps too soon. since the next words that left her lips made all of them still, “i came to say goodbye,”

“huh? what did she say?” luffy said, the wide grin on his face turning into a flat line.

“i can’t…go with you! thank you so much for everything! i’d like to go on more adventures, but there’s no ignoring that i love this country! so i can’t go!! i…i…i will remain here! but if we ever meet again some day, will you call me your friend again?!”

[name] chuckled at her crying expression, looking at the rest of the crew with a sad smile.

“you’ll forever be our-”

nami and [name] acted in sync, slapping luffy’s mouth shut and onto the deck with grim expressions.

“you can’t! the navy has noticed vivi! if they see us making contact with her, they’ll assume the worst!”

“she’ll become a criminal!” nami added in, tears glistening in her eyes, “let’s part without saying anything!”

[name] pursed his lips, a grin of mischief on his face. he quickly ran to the back of the ship, a smile on his face that he hoped the princess could see. silently, he turned his back to her. he untied the black cloth around his left wrist and stuck it up in the air.

the straw hats joined him by his side, all showing their marks of friendship with pride. despite the cannons that were being shot at them, the rocking of their ship, and the chaos around them — they all stayed still and showed off the black ‘x’ on their left arm.

“set sail!!!”

BONUS : pell’s letter to [name]

[name],

as i am writing this, you are currently in an unconscious state and have been in one since yesterday. it is troubling to think that someone like yourself has been the one protecting princess vivi recently. to think that someone who makes such reckless decision was keeping her safe…it’s most certainly unsettling.

but she’s told me about you — your adventures together and how much you have sacrified for her, plus this instance in which you saved this country and my life, as well as every civilian’s life. i’ve learned from her debt to you, one that she has said she can never repay properly. and i do agree with her.

i could never repay you or properly put into words how thankful i am to you and your captain for keeping princess vivi safe and saving this country from the evil clutches of crocodile. to us, the strawhat pirates will never be forgotten.

the reason why i could not face you in person and instead opted to write you this letter is because of the utter shame i feel in making you be the one to hold the burden of saving the country on your shoulders. if i were more competent, then we would have both been able to save everyone, but instead i proved to still have a ways to go before i can be the perfect guardian for princess vivi and this country.

the princess had told me that my shames and worries were silly, then further reinforced that idea by saying that you were a rather laid back individual who would care for nothing of this sort. but, i can’t push aside my shames at this moment, but i also cannot stay silent in your actions and not show my genuine gratitude.

from one guardian to another, i thank you very humbly in everything you have done — but especially everything you have done for the princess. her smile reaches her eyes now and her shoulders are no longer slouched in stress and in worry of saving her country. but besides that point, i think you alone have saved her as well. saved her from walking down a dark path of loneliness and abandonment.

thank you for not giving up on princess vivi and pushing her forward in returning back home.

take this letter as a means of holding me accountable in the future. if we ever cross paths again, which i think the princess would like very much, then please utilize me as a proper guardian this time and trust in my abilities to prove myself to you. you have done me a great fortune i could never think of properly repaying, but allow me to at least try and hold a candle to the bright flame you have ignited when you saved this country.

yours,

pell.

additionally — i am glad i was at least the one to bring you the joy of flying. hopefully, when we meet in the future, we can go on the same flight together once again.

[ .ᐟ ] alabasta arc ends 🥹gonna miss vivi fr i need the straw hats and vivi to reunite in the manga ughhh like rnnnn + i finally caught up w the manga guys!!! i know everything thats going onnn (i had to reread from wci-present) concerningly enouhh i think it took a week?? definitely more than three days...i think

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Weak (Part 2, Finale) (Valorant Yoru x Fem!Reader)

Yoru sat on his bed, arms leaning on his knees. He brooded as he sharpened his knife, the friction sending sparks around the dimly lit room. He blasted Japanese rap music on the speakers, trying to keep himself occupied.

But he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

He knew how it felt to burst out in anger and say things you don’t mean, so he kept convincing himself that you didn’t really feel that way about him; that you saw him as more than just an asshole. But he couldn’t blame you. He hurt you by lying just to save himself from being teased about you. He knew damn well you were out of his league, and if Phoenix knew, he’d never hear the end of it.

Was lying really worth hurting you? No, and he regrets it deeply.

He sighs. I hope her head is cool once she comes back. I need to explain myself. But his thoughts were stopped by a loud banging outside his room. He scrambles to turn off the music. “What do you want?” He yells back, rolling his eyes.

“Y/N! She’s hurt! She’s—it’s serious! Please you have to—” He hears KJ scream frantically behind the door, and his eyes widened. He springs to his feet, dropping his knife on the floor. Without a second thought, he opens the door and grabs KJ’s shoulders. “Where,” he asked sternly, and KJ winces. “T-they’re taking her to the ICU, she’s in an u-unstable state,” she replies, but he was already running to the infirmary.

Hearing how panicked KJ was, a million nightmares played in his head. Sage wasn’t here, which heightened his anxiety. What if you die? And Sage couldn’t bring you back? What if you suffer so much, you gain amnesia? What if you turn into something like Omen?

He shook his head. He won’t let that happen. He’d tear a hole in the whole dimensional fabric of the universe before he lets that happen.

As he saw the room you were held in, he bangs on the door. “Open the FUCKING DOOR!” He yells, kicking it with so much force, it groaned but stood firm. Phoenix ran and tried to hold him back. “Stop man! You’ll break the door!” He warns, holding his best mate’s arms back. “Kuso, doke!” He thrashes violently, trying to elbow Phoenix’s face. Viper looked back from the window, and she could tell that Yoru won’t relent until he was let in.

She instead opens the door and gets out of the sterile room, glaring at Yoru. Yoru returns the look, pushing Phoenix off him. “What the fuck did you do to her.” Yoru growls, grabbing the doctor by her coat, but she doesn’t squirm. “Nothing that isn’t helpful. You can’t enter the room.” She orders, but his grip doesn’t loosen. Behind them, Phoenix watches closely, making sure Yoru didn’t do anything too rash. A few agents also arrive, and a few gasps were emitted as they saw you through the glass.

Yoru watches you writhe on the bed, your limbs secured on the metal bars. You were screaming, face stained with tears of pain. Several markings on your body pulsed in the color red with every movement you made. His eyes were wide and his mouth hangs open, shocked and scared. He looks back at Viper with fury.

“Tell me what’s going on. NOW.” He demands, and Viper holds on to his wrist, trying to tear him off her. Phoenix intervenes, trying to break the two up but he’s shoved aside by Yoru. “Her body was exposed to Radianite residue for too long when she investigated one of the mission’s points of interest. We didn’t anticipate the reserves still active in the mineshaft.” She explains, dusting herself.

“At the moment, there’s no cure. Not even Sage would be able to help her. Y/N’s not radiant, which makes the situation much worse. This could be fatal.” Hearing this, Yoru’s blood boiled. “No cure? What do you mean no cure?! Why didn’t you discuss this in the risk management?! YOU SENT HER ON A SUICIDE MISSION.” He screams at her face, and Phoenix was almost fed up with Yoru’s behavior. He understood how much he cared about you but this wasn’t helping anyone.

“Man, lay off. Y/N’s not the only one affected here. Harbor and Viper are also fatigued. Doc is trying her best to keep Y/N alive right now,” Phoenix warns, squeezing Yoru’s shoulder with force. “Y/N’s body is fighting the effects right now. All we can do is hope she overcomes it, and that Sage arrives here on time. She may at least try to relieve some of her pain.” Viper adds, but Yoru did not relent.

“And what if she doesn’t? What then? You send her off into a mission you weren’t prepared for and now you just hope she lives?!” Yoru clenches his fist, but before he could grab Viper again, Phoenix threw him a punch in the face, knocking him down. “I told you man! Lay off! You’re acting crazy!” He rubs his fist on his white jacket, watching Yoru get up on his feet. He’d never seen Yoru this angry. In blind rage, Yoru charges at Phoenix, but before he could, Viper injects him with a sleeping drug on his neck.

The last thing he sees is you, on your hospital bed, sweating and in pain. His heart drops. He wanted to be there, to hold your hand. “Y/N…” he whispers your name, but you do not hear it.

The next time he wakes up, he couldn’t move properly. Adjusting his view, he sees a gray wall. He was laying on his side. When he was about to wipe on his eyes, he couldn’t. Huh? Where the hell am I? Pulling at his arms, he realized he was handcuffed. He sprung upward, looking around. It was a small room, only furnished with a rickety bed, a single faucet and what he assumed was another room for a lavatory. On the other side was a door that had a large rectangular window on it.

Am I in a jail cell?

“Hey!” He yells, banging on the door with his shoulders. He tries to kick it down but doesn’t do much damage, still dizzy from the drug. He peers out the window, and sees a familiar mop of brown hair. It was Phoenix on the other side. “Phoenix, open the fucking door!” He orders, slamming his whole weight on the door.

“Can’t man. I know you’re worried about her. So are we. But fucking up Viper’s work won’t help anyone, especially Y/N.” Phoenix reasons quietly, crossing his arms. He feels his best friend’s anger through the door, and he felt guilty for punching him. But it had to be done, unless he wanted Yoru to do something he’d regret for the rest of his life.

“I can’t just wait for her to rot in there! Open the door!” Yoru persisted. His voice was starting to waver. “And what would you do? What would you even do there? Hassle the doc?” Phoenix replies angrily, facing the window.

“Damn it, I’d take her pain and turn it into mine if I could!” He shouts back angrily with a last bang on the door with his back. “Fuck, I… I can’t just wait here while she suffers. I can’t.” He croaks, slowly sitting down against the door. He then remembered how in pain you were. His heart clenched. He cared about you more than he let himself show.

“All I know is that I want to be with her right now. That’s all I ask,” he begged.

Phoenix listens as Yoru sulked there. Fuck, now he wants to open the door. Yoru hears Phoenix leave him, his footsteps fading into obscurity. He sat there, tugging on his binds occasionally. How crazy you got him right now. He thought about your last conversation. Another lie: he did care. He cared about you a lot. He loved you so much.

How he wished that you left with your last conversation being how much he loved you instead of an argument over his mistake.

“Kiritani.” He hears a familiar voice call, and he springs to his feet. His eyes met Viper’s through the window. “Please, let me see her.” He asks breathlessly. Viper stares emptily at him before nodding. “Tell me honestly, how come her situation elicits such a strong reaction from you? Is there anything I should be aware of?” She asks as the door slowly opens.

Yoru gulps, but he smiles faintly. “I’m her boyfriend. It’s my job to worry.” Phoenix’s eyes widened. Viper only nods again. She didn’t remember the last time she worried about someone as hard as he did. She respected it.

As soon as the door was opened for him, he rushed to you. He didn’t know why but you looked gaunt, and it had only been hours. You were sweating but visibly conscious, your eyes glazed open. “Y/N,” he almost yelps, kneeling down cupping your face. The rest of the protocol watched from the window as you stir. “Ryo…?” You croaked, trying to look for him, but you could only see his blurry face. “I’m here Y/N, I’m so sorry.” He grits his teeth in frustration. It pained him to see you so weak.

He reaches for your hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze. “We found that having pure radianite around her siphons the effects of the decay. Problem is, it turns the radianite into residue, so it’s circular feedback. Killjoy made a radianite filter in house. It seems to alleviate some of the pain. She just has to endure.” Viper explains bluntly, pulling the gloves off her hands. “Don’t approach the filter. I don’t want another patient. That’s Sage’s job.” She adds before moving to the monitors.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry for what I said earlier. I do care, I care about you more than I care about anything else. I’m sorry for denying you whenever they asked. I’m not ashamed of you, in fact, you’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a while.” He confessed, not caring if Viper was there to hear. You look at him sadly. He was disheveled.

“I’m just scared that if they knew that we’re together, they’ll tell you that I’m bad news. They’ll tell you that I’m not a good boyfriend, tell you that I don’t deserve you. I’m not deaf Y/N, I know what they say about me. I’m scared that you’ll change your mind.” He chokes on his words as he held on to you. “I love you and I will never be ashamed to call you mine. So please, please, fight the decay.” He begged, a stray tear rolling down his cheek.

It pained your throat to speak but instead you smile. So that’s all it was huh? You wanted to tell him that no one would say anything bad about him, and if they did, it didn’t matter. You knew him well, and knew that behind that tough exterior was someone who just wants to be accepted. Someone who wants to be loved.

You instead smile, tears rolling down your eyes. I love you too, you thought.

“There’s something happening to her vitals. What are you doing?” Viper suddenly asks as she monitors all the data in the screen. She gives Yoru an intense stare. “I’m not doing anything,” he replies angrily, wiping the tear away. “Her vitals are improving. Strange,” Viper says casually. “It seems that your radiant energy is better at siphoning the decay than radianite itself. How about we test this theory,” she sighs.

The doors open and she lets everyone inside, even those who weren’t radiant. “Y/N, we’re here. Get better soon okay?” Jett smiles, holding her arms. Phoenix stands next to Yoru, rubbing his shoulder. “You better recover soon, your boyfriend is losing his mind over you. I punched him in the face.” He chuckles, and Yoru hits him in the stomach, shooing him away.

“Is that so?” You manage to croak out, chuckling lightly. With that, Viper looks at the monitors again. “I see. It seems like the theory is true. You’re all cancelling the circular feedback loop. Y/N’s vitals are improving rapidly. Can you sit up?” Viper requests, and you try. Yoru helps you, smiling. “It still hurts but not as bad as before.” You could now say full sentences. You look at Yoru and smile widely.

“I love you,” you finally say, and he closes the gap with a kiss, his hands holding your head close, keeping you steady. Your hands weakly reach for his cheeks, caressing his soft skin. The rest watch with wide eyes. “I’ll never deny you again. I promise.” He says breathlessly, embracing you.

“There goes a new couple in the protocol. Any thoughts Brimmy?” Phoenix asks, and Brimstone sighs. “Just don’t let me catch you doing shit outside your rooms. That’s all I ask.” He groans. Viper on the other hand stood there, leaning back on the door, watching everyone. Seeing you both together warmed her cold heart somehow.

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Not To Offend - Angela Giarratana x Fem!Reader

Request from @angelagiarratana - “Angela eats something she hates because you made it”

WARNING(S): textural issues

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Beef stroganoff.

Angela's enemy ever since she first tried it at five years old.

And now here she was with a plate of the sludge that is beef, cream of mushroom soup, and noodles in front of her. Ready to be eaten and enjoyed by someone other than her.

She didn't want to risk hurting Y/n's feelings so she psyched herself up to eat a dish she hadn't eaten since she was really young.

Y/n sat down beside Angela, her own plate in front of her now after she served herself. She looks over at Angela with a smile before taking a bite. Angela swallowed thickly and gathered some of the stroganoff on her fork, debating on if she should just bite it or give herself some time.

“If you don’t like it, I won’t be offended. It’s not everyone’s thing. I can order a pizza instead” Y/n said light heartedly, she must’ve noticed Angela not eating or talking at all. Angela blushed slightly and shook her head.

“I’m sure it’s great, I’m just a little spacey today” Angela used her excellent acting skills to explain sheepishly.

“Alright then. Just let me know if you don’t like it okay? I care about you, I will not be upset” Y/n stressed but the tiny voice in the back of her mind told her not to tell the truth and to suck it up.

Angela finally was ready to take a bite and did so, holding it still in her mouth before starting to chew.

The taste wasn’t that bad but the texture was way more uncomfortable than Angela remembered. So much so that the sounds in her own head caused her to shiver slightly out of discomfort.

Y/n kept watch through her peripheral vision. Hoping that if Angela didn’t like it, she would speak up.

But Angela didn’t.

She swallowed the bite roughly and took another bite. She shivered again uncontrollably and Y/n pulled the plate that was in front of Angela away slowly.

“Ange.” Y/n spoke softly and Angela swallowed again. She smiled at Y/n disingenuously, her mask slipping ever so slightly.

“What’s up?” She asked, looking at the plate.

“You’re not eating this anymore. I can tell you don’t like it” Y/n didn’t sound disappointed and a wave of relief washed over Angela.

“I…I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings” Angela let her head down to look at her nails, her voice dripping in guilt. Y/n chuckled softly

“I told you it’s okay, I’m not hurt by it. Plus, there’s more leftovers for me to have” Y/n replied, her tone soft and comforting as it normally was.

“I’m so glad that you’re not offended. It’s just the texture and I tried it only when I was a kid so I hoped I would like it more now that I’m older” Angela rambled slightly, looking back at Y/n, who was smiling back at her.

“Of course I’m not. Let’s order a pizza” Y/n offered and Angela smiled softly.

“Let’s” she replied.

They ended up getting a pizza and watching movie musicals until late in the night.

A/N: short one, I know. Usually my fics run to 1000 words minimum but this is around 536. Also, I had no clue what dish to use so I wrote about Beef stroganoff 💀 hope you enjoy!

#angela giarratana #angela giarratana x reader #fanfic #oneshot #angela giarratana x fem reader #writing #smosh

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ellatoone7 · 1 year

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No better time than the present (Ella Toone x Reader)

Ella was tired, her bones felt heavy as she trudged through the snow to get to her favourite cafe. Training had been kicking her ass lately as the team prepared for the champions league. The new popularity she had gotten from the Euro’s had also kept her on her feet recently and all she wanted to do was sit down with a cup of hot chocolate and take a moment to breathe.

She was meeting Alessia who had not been training, she was still recovering from her ankle injury and was trying to enjoy her time off. The chimes of the bell rang in Ella’s ears as she walked through the familiar doors, she immediately spots her blonde best friend and gives her a small wave.

“Long time no see!” Alessia stood up to greet her friend, “We literally live together, Less.” Ella lets out a sigh of relief as her best friend's arms scoop her up into a warm hug. “Did you come straight from training?” Alessia questions as she feels the cold seeping off Ella, “Yup, It was another tough one tonight.” Ella hated winter training, she couldn’t stand the cold as it nipped at her skin or the burning of the cold air when she was made run suicides.

Alessia rubs her hands up and down her arms, “Winter training is the worst!” Ella smiled at her best friend gratefully before they both took their seats. “Have you ordered yet?” Ella asks while shedding her layers, “Nope, just got here two seconds before you.” Alessia answers as she goes to stand up Ella grabs her arm, “Sit. I got it, two hot chocolates?” Alessia nods before slumping back into her seat, throwing her friend a smile.

Ella returns it before walking up to the counter, it wasn’t busy so she just went straight up. Ella was familiar with all the staff, this was a place her and Alessia came to often. Instead of being met with Joan’s kind smile she was met with your bright blue eyes that rivalled her best friend’s. Her breath caught in her throat as she took you in, you were absolutely stunning and Ella couldn't tear her eyes away from you.

“....are you okay?” Ella was snapped out of her trance by your soft voice and confused smile, she cleared her throat awkwardly, “I-I…Hey…hi…sorry…i’m good just…anyway,” Your giggle interrupted her and she swore her heart leaped out of her chest. “Could I have two hot chocolates please?” The tips of her ears burned red as she pathetically stuttered out her order. “Only cause you said please.” You threw her a teasing wink as she blushed even harder.

“That will be 8.00 please.” Ella nods as she searches her pockets for money, “Just give me a minute, I can never find my wallet in these pants.” She chuckled out as her movement got more frantic, “You know what? Don’t even worry about it, Its on the house.” You flash her a kind smile while preparing her order, “You a regular?” You quickly try to change the subject before Ella can even protest, with a defeated sigh Ella nods, “Yeah, we normally come in when we don’t have training.”

“Training?” You ask, “Yup, we play football for Man United.” Ella subtly brags hoping you’d be impressed or maybe even recognise her and be flustered, “Ugh, bad choice of team.” That was not an answer Ella was expecting, she scoffs, “What’s wrong with Man U.” You shrug your shoulder, “Just not a fan.”

Ella sighs disapointedly before asking you the dreaded question, “What team do you support then?” She leans on the counter awaiting your answe, “Men or Women?” Ella’s contorts in surprise as you place one of the hot chocolates she ordered, “Men?” You smile proudly, “Liverpool, born and raised.” Ella rolls her eyes in disgust, “Of course it is.” You giggle before throwing her a teasing glare.

“What about Women?” Ella asks once again bracing herself for the answer, “Arsenal.” Ella is surprised again as she straightens her posture, “Do you mind me asking why you support arsenal?” You shoot her an obvious look, “Cause, they are cleary the best…plus Leah Williamson is so fine, it hurts.” Ella’s eyes bulge out if her head before belting out a laugh, “That seems to be a common theme with her.”

“You know her!” You practically squeal as you place the second cup down, “Know her? Try being her good mate.” It was your turn to be surprised, “So, you’re a big time soccer player then?” Ella nods suddenly very pleased with herself, “Will have to look out for you…” The midfielder realises your waiting for her name, “Ella…Ella Toone.”

She sticks her hand out, you grab it and Ella swears she feels a shock run through her veins, “Nice to meet you, Ella Toone. Enjoy your drinks, you’re a cute couple.” You gesture over to Alessia who’s scrolling through her phone, Ella chokes on her drink as she tries to splutter out that Alessia was just a friend but you had already left.

Ella drags over to Alessia before throwing herself into the chair with a huff, “I’m guessing you didn’t get her number, was she straight?” Ella grumbles at her best friend’s teasing, “Worse…she thought we were dating.” Alessia’s laugh rang through the cafe as Ella tried to calm her down before you noticed. “Me and you…” Alessia couldn’t breath as a tear fell down her cheek.

Ella didn’t see you again, she kept glancing back hoping to catch a glimpse of you but you must’ve been on break because there was no sign of you.

…

Ella came back every single day hoping she would have the chance to explain the situation and maybe ask you out on a date. Day after day you weren’t there, eventually Ella asked Joan about your absence, “Hey, Joan.” The old ladies kind smile always warmed Ella’s heart, “Ella, love! It’s great to see you. You don’t normally come in on Wednesday.”

“I know, it’s been a crazy few months!” Joan laughs lightly, “I bet. What can I get you, darling?” Ella holds her breath, “I was just wondering would you know anything about the new girl.” Joan steps back to think for a few minuted, “Ah! Yes, she’s an absolute dote. Just started last Friday.” Ella nods, a smile building on her face, “Yes, that’s her. Do you know when she’ll be working next?” Joan shoots the younger girl a knowing look, “Well, she’s on holidays until Thursday, her next shift would probably be Friday.”

Ella bites back a victorious cheer as she profusely thanks Joan. Just as she turns to leave Joan gently takes her hand, “She’s a lovely girl, you would both make a good pair.” Ella blushed but sends joan a grateful smile anyway.

Ella rushes home to update Alessia excitedly.

…

Friday comes around and Ella nervously sits in her car, she reherases the speech she’s planned over and over again before getting out of the car. The bell rang again, it was quiet in the little cafe. Ella excitedly looked up but wasn’t met by your glistening smile or breathtaking eyes, instead she was met with creepy Fred’s dark eyes.

Fred was fascinated by Ella and always tried to ask her out, Ella would always tell him that she was in fact not even remotely interested in men, but he was convinced he could ‘change’ her. Ella was even more disappointed than usual seeing the tall man, nevertheless she didn’t want this trip to be a waste so she begrudgingly ordered of creepy Fred and went through the same thing they always go through.

After texting Alessia the news, Ella thought it was time to go home, she was slowly losing hope that she would see you again. With one last sigh she got up and dumped her cup, slowly walking our the door before she heard your voice, “Fred, I told you to put cups in the sink.” Ella whipped around as soon as she heard your voice, a smile lit up her face as she walked up to where you were clearing tables.

You hadn’t noticed her so she awkwardly clears her throat while stepping from foot to foot, a nervous habit she had always had. You turned to face her, a surprised smile gracing your face, “Well if it isn’t miss big shot.” Ella’s ears burned again as she chuckled, “In the flesh.”

“Back for my famous hot chocolate already, I would’ve given you atleast a week.” You nudged her gently before leaning against the table ignoring Fred’s protests. “What can I say, you’re way better than Fred.” You scoff before rubbing your forehead, “Don’t get me started on that headache.” Ella bit her lip as you were surrounded by silence, you pick your tray back up throwing her a cheeky glance before continuing your job of cleaning the table.

Ella panicked momentarily, not wanting the conversation to end, she blurted out, “I can’t get you out of my head!” Your face contorts with shock as you slowly turn to face her, “...thanks.” You croak out confusedly. Ella mentally facepalms, scorning herself for messing up the chance, “I’m not sure your girlfriend would be too happy about that.”

Ella quickly remembered the mix up, “That wasn’t my girlfriend, it was just my best friend. I actually currently have my eye on someone but I’m not sure if they like me back.” The confused look was replaced by a soft one as you bite back a giggle at the girls rambling.

“I’m sure Fred likes you, Ella!” You laugh as you watch Ella’s face twist with disgust, she gently kicks your leg on retaliation, you calm down as you step towards her. “On a more serious note, I think you should ask this someone on a date.” Ella’s nerves melt away, “Yeah?” You giggle as a blush creeps up your face, “Yeah.”

Ella nods before turning around a pretending to walk away, you let out an offended scoff as she turns back to shoot you a cheeky smirk, she saunters back up to you, “Hi, would you please go on a date with me?” You pretend to think about it, “I’m not sure i could ever date a Man United player.” Ella hums before snapping her fingers, “I’ll invite Leah Williamson.” You don’t even hesitate, “Done!” Ella shakes her head in disbelief while you laugh gently.

“Yes.” You mutter quietly, Ella glances up with a child like grin, “I’d love to go on date with you, Ella.” Ella can’t even try hide the smile that sits on her face as she lets go of the breath she’s been holding, “How about now?” You glance up at her, “What?” Ella pulls a chair before taking your hand and sitting you in it.

“I’m going to have my hands full with you, aren’t I.” You sigh as Ella asks Fred to make two hot chocolates, “Yes, you are.” You snort as you watch her take the seat opposite you, you can hear Fred grumbling behind you but neither of you care.

“Just so you know, I don’t kiss on the first date.”

“We’ll see about that.”

#ella toone #ella toone imagines #ella toone x reader #woso x reader #muwfc x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines #engwnt x reader #ella toone imagine #woso

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victimsofyaoipoll · 10 months

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Round 1

Propaganda Under Cut

Han Sooyoung

han sooyoung is one of the main trio protagonists yet people constantly ignore her in order to ship the other two males despite the fact that they are all doomed by the narrative TOGETHER!!! fanon content is even worse because it either slaps a lesbian sticker onto her to shittily write her off in fanfic OR they make her so one dimensional its like a cardboard stand in. han sooyoung arguably has a more important/interesting dynamic with the main male protagonist yet everyone ignores her because they want their uwu gay babies IM SO SICK OF ORV FANS

Dokja and Joonghyuk are a very popular ship (rightfully so, i get it) but usually Sooyoung is seen as in the way of their relationship or not as valued as the other two even though her place in the story and relationship with the other characters is just as strong. Recently there was a post on twitter being rude about people who ship her and Joonghyuk (which is a super valid ship) and i saw a lot of hate that i believe just stems from her getting “in the way” of a yaoi ship.

99% of that kind of symbolic fanart REFUSES. to acknowledge her existence man. even though she is part of the main TRIO man

Shinoa Hiiragi

The fandom hated her for getting in the way of Mika/Yuu (she had a crush on yuu). The rare times they didn’t hate her they made her into a fujoshi obsessed with shipping them which isn’t in character at all. In fact if you look at the owari no seraph specials she would ship yuu with kimizuki but no one even cares

One of my favorite characters ever forever and treated heinously by crazed fujoshis that hallucinated she was getting in the way of MikaYuu, which for the record she wasn’t! I mean even if she WAS getting between them it wouldn’t justify the crazy misogyny that got thrown at her but she had a ONE-SIDED CRUSH on Yuu. He didn’t even like her back. What was the issue, then? An unrequited crush is not going to prevent a relationship! Whatever I haven’t even told you about her. She’s Silly. She’s incredibly cunning and a great leader, in fact she is the leader of the anime’s main squad. She’s calculating. She’s a gossip and a prankster and a bit flirty and a bit mean-spirited and she presents herself in a Silly Goofy way, in part to cover up the amounts of angst in her backstory, like my girl has ISSUES. She even has an epic demon weapon that is better and cooler than most other demon weapons but if you ask any fangirl from way-back-when, she’s just a bitch and the personification of evil. and probably homophobic too, even though she has a girl rival-turned-friend which is the gayest trope out there.

She seems to be the (male) protagonist's love interest and appears to be canonically in love with him, but he is not interested in her whatsoever, often brushing her off and dismissing her in favor of thinking about his found family instead. I don't necessarily ship him romantically with any other male character (i hc him as aroace) but by god the anime was extremely charged with homoromantic subtext in every corner. One of those "holding each other's faces in the opening, spends the entire first season pining and wishing to be reunited" types. The fandom ships her love interest with another male character to the extent that I started watching the show in the first place because i kept seeing ship posts of the main character with that other guy thought they were cute. And also i cannot fucking stand her personality and want to light her on fire. I think the rest of the fandom agrees with me but I'm honestly not sure. I'm also a gay man so i think you could argue that I, the submitter, could play the role of the "yaoi" terrorising her as well

#poll #han sooyoung #omniscent reader #orv #shinoa hiiragi #seraph of the end #owari no seraph #round 1

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ashesandhackles · 7 months

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HP Reread - Order of Phoenix (Part 3)

Chapter 25, 26,27,28 - OOTP

Antonin Dolohov murdered the Prewett brothers. He will later kill Remus. He is repeatedly implied to be a very deadly Death Eater, and it is his slashing spell that will hurt Hermione in the climax of OOTP.

Harry feeling horrified and guilty at Bode's death: "How come we didnt recognise the Devil's Snare? We have seen this before, we could have stopped this from happening":(

Hermione deciding to send Skeeter a letter due to the seriousness of the breakout, and how much there is need to change the narrative. lol at her being vague with her plans that makes Ron grumble: "would it kill her to tell us what she is up to?"

Lee being an absolute king in trying to turn Umbridge's decree against her. However, he gets a bleeding hand for his effort and Harry has to recommend him essence of murtlap (an info Lee relays to Fred and George, which helps their products)

Neville improving in DA classes so unnervingly that he is only behind Hermione in mastering the Shield Charm.

LOLLL the entire scene at Puddifoot, where Harry feels like if Roger and his girlfriend kept kissing, he would be expected to compete. And then he looks up to avoid looking at them (or Cho), and cherubs throw confetti in his face.

Harry grabbing the sugar bowl when Cho takes her hand off the table. Harry laughing when he finally understands that Cho is jealous of Hermione. Oh god. The second hand embarrassment is real.

Hermione cornering Rita is such fun. XD I love that she makes use of resources at hand - even if she doesnt think much of the Quibbler herself. (Also, she took Sirius' advice, and kept the meeting in Three broomsticks instead of Hog's Head).

The breakout had gifted Harry a desire to do something, and he talked about the most traumatic night of his life so far to a journalist he did not trust on account of that. This also shows his faith in Hermione's facilitation of his need for justice. These two will be scary in the Ministry together.

also, Hermione knowing that Ginny has been sneaking around with their brooms since she was 6, and her implicit criticism of the way people talk about Ron: "at least my happiness doesnt depend on goalkeeping ability"

"You are banned as long as Umbridge is in the school" - Ginny's association with hope, with future, and comfort.

Angelina not letting Ron resign and Harry giving Ron the space to go to bed and pretend to sleep if he needed to <3

Harry being impressed with Ginny's performance and then going, "I would have been faster tho" the audacity of this boy XD

"An interview? What do you mean?" "I mean a reporter asked me questions and I answered her" and Harry throws the Quibbler at her. LMAO.

Cho apologising to Harry:"The interview was so brave, it made me cry" and Harry wishing that she hadnt cried over it. Ugh, this compellingly messy dynamic.

This is such a hard book for Harry. Being so afraid that you would wake up and look like Voldemort. He bites down to not make any noise during his visions, just because Seamus had recently stopped seeing him as a nutter.

Snape once again projecting on Harry - he brings up the idea that Harry seeing dreams and visions of Voldemort makes him feel "special, important". And Harry reflects it back to him, "No, that's your job, isnt it?" "That is my job." Stop your power struggle with a 15 year old Snape XD

Harry did it! He focused on Snape in between memories, and pushed him back with a protego! And Harry sees Snape memories: that imply a domestic abuse situation in his house (hook nose man shouting at a cowering woman while a boy cried in corner), a clear case of neglect (Snape shooting down flies in a room), and a sense of injured masculinity (a girl laughing at a scrawny boy's attempt to get ona bucking broomstick). Snape pushes Harry back at the last memory, and I wonder if that girl was Lily.

Snape also compliments this, "Well that's an improvement. I dont remember asking you to do a Shield Charm, but it was no doubt, effective."

The lesson end at Trelawney's screaming, Snape runs out and so does Harry. Sneaky parallel.

I really love the description of Trelawney to set the scene. My favorite descripton is her innumerable shawls were coming down from shoulders giving the impression "she is falling apart at the seams."

Dumbledore appointing Firenze is such a power move Imao.

a twinkling red star winked at him - reference to Mars, which consistently shows up in text again and again with Harry. Firenze brings attention to this, and the fact that Harry is directly under it is nice way in text to remind us there is a war coming.

"There are things more important than keeping a job" and Hagrid's hands shake. Because this job has been something he wanted, something his name was cleared for.

We get to know that Marietta's mother has been helping police Hogwarts fires, and Willy Widdershin of the regurgitating toilets was let off after he gave info on Harry.

Percy laughing at Fudge's sarcasm, and Harry for the first time expresses anger towards Percy in his internal monologue. Before he was just shocked and confused.

Kingsley modifiying Marietta's memory, to corroborate with Dumbledore's story. That man is quick. He did it immediately after Dumbledore says they can't prove 6 months worth of meetings.

ooh, it is implied that Fawkes' singing kept the four unconscious on the floor and the moment Fawkes leaves with Dumbledore, they are all awake.

Fred and George sending Montague into Vanishing Cabinet and how Montague gets out (nearly killing himself by Apparating) and gives Malfoy the information needed for the plot of HBP.

Snape the nerd, writing foot long answers. I love how much teenage Snape's body language is entirely different from adult Snape, and how much the adult Snape is a construction. Teenage Snape will lie on grass and scream hexes and swear words at you.

James literally traces and embellishes Lily's initials like a dork lol.

I deep dive into Marauder dynamics in chapter here.

"Wormtail was the only one who didnt laugh" : how cute is it that Remus laughs at his own dry joke XD

There is a strong theme of masculinity in this chapter, and James is making a performance of it with the snitch, with messing up his hair and Harry notices that this is done for the girls by the lake. (Harry wondered why James doesnt tell Wormtail to get a grip, and Sirius does it few seconds later much more unkindlyXD)

The power dynamic of the scene is framed with description of Sirius as "dog who scented a rabbit" and underlines it further by Remus' implicit disapproval (that he avoids by staring into a book, my poor bean) and Peter's anticipation (Sirius line in POA comes to mind about how Peter was drawn to the biggest bully in the playground)

Interesting note about James: he uses household spells like Scourgify for an attack. I can imagine him being similarly creative later in the Order. (it gives me such ideas of Transfiguration being his fav subject)

Interesting to me that even though both James and Sirius are on the scene, it is James Lily is consistently addressing.

Snape attempts a workshop Sectumsempra on James' cheek (clearly not the fully developed version) and James turns around and uses Snape's own spell against him. This moment alone speaks to such history in this dynamic.

Lily's "10 things I hate about you" speech is interesting because she also noticed that he was playing with the snitch (something he had nicked). She was also watching him.

Snape, emasculated by the scene, tries to exert power over one thing he has power over: his friendship with Lily. He uses Lily's otherness in wizarding world to reclaim power in the scene, and Lily throws it back at him by calling him the nickname his bullies call him and commenting on his underpants (therefore his class otherness). Utter dissolution of a friendship.

Lily channels her hurt and frustration at Snape's rejection of her onto James when he tries to help, and does a "10 things I hate about you" speech.

James tries to deal with being rejected publicly by Lily by directing his anger at Snape and threatening to take his pants off, in line with masculinity theme of this chapter.

Harry making Dudley-James associations. He will integrate a more complicated view of his father in later chapters (where he associates James with Ron), but this moment, where Harry rejects hypermasculinity displayed by James (but is keen to not reject James himself), is an important moment of moral growth for Harry.

OOTP - Chapter 29,30, 31, 32,33

Cute trip opening scene when Hermione is drawing up colour coded timetable for the boys (and nagging Harry), Ron brightening at the thought of evenings off and Crookshanks trying to get Harry's attention since he is brooding.

Harry is not only questioning James' morality, he is also questioning Sirius' ('look at what he was like himself') and Remus ('he just let it happen'). Later in the chapter, he wonders - "did he want to be like his father anymore?"

looking at Mrs Weasleys easter eggs, a handsome one with snitches on them makes Harry feel emotional. The way chocolate is tied to comfort + longing and Mrs Weasley functioning as an echo of a home.

lmao the scene where Harry admits he wants to go to Umbridge's office is peak Hermione as mum, Harry as sulky teenager and Ron as Arthur to Hermione's Molly scene.

Harry is so hypervigilant in Snape's class for his taunts, it clearly affects his performance in class. Because Snape is ignoring him, he could whip up a decent E level potion (which ofc Snape shatters).

"He attacked Snape for no good reason - well just because you said you were bored" - the apologetic tone Harry says this in and Sirius' quick "I'm not proud of it" shows how careful they are with each other. It is a big step for Sirius to admit he is not proud of his behaviour (because 2 years before, he all but snarled "served him right"), and this is the influence of Harry's distress. Remus also notes this with a "sideways glance" at him. (Remus also, something he hasn't shied away from admitting, owns his own culpability but is also harsher with himself -"did i ever tell you to lay off him?" and Sirius tries to correct/comfort that with "you made us feel ashamed of ourselves")

Harry knowing Hermione's nagging face lolll ("she fixed Harry with a beady eye and opened her mouth with a determined air") and he just interuppts before she starts lol.

hermione predicting Ron will do well without Fred and George around to watch <3

"Kind of makes you wish we had Norbert back, doesn't it?" yes, Harry. Norbert would be far preferable. I really am not sure why we have a storyline where Dumbledore sends envoys to giants so they can have them as allies (as actual thinking beings with political weight) and then write an entire chapter about how Hagrid is stupid for trying to "civilise" Grawp with English lessons. Why are you writing marginalisation like this, where you validate how "savage" Grawp is? Just a book ago, there is critique on how giants face prejudice via Hagrid and Madame Maxime, but then you're like, "maybe the prejudice has some sort of weight cos giants are brutal actually".

Cant believe we get an entire chapter of this and not Ron's victory over Slytherins and in Quidditch.

More on the giant's rant that I have and my absolute loathing for this Grawp chapter: Hagrid's Tale is one of the few times Hagrid is allowed to act as a competent adult - going with Maxime off country to send envoys to giants. For once, he is not someone the trio constantly has to take care of or save from trouble (it's not something I particularly mind, but I do have a problem here - where there is an additional layer of the fact that Hagrid hasn't had formal education. This entire chapter - he is just made a joke of and it reinforces the prejudices wizarding world shouldnt be having)

I really love the opening scene of Ron basking in the glory of having won the match, and he sits under the very same beech tree rumpling his hair, and Harry grins affectionately at being reminded of his father. It shows that Harry is beginning to integrate parts of his father - from seeing him as Dudley at end of SWM to seeing Ron-like qualities in him.

Cho crying out of temper and kicking her broom away after Gryffindor won the match : what a competitive streak. Love it.

"Hagrid's monster mates" - once again, the narrative needs to pick what giants are meant to be.

Griselda Marchbanks, the one who resigned from Wizengamot in protest against the High Inquistor appointment, is apparently friends with Neville's gran. Daily Prophet snidely said she had links with "subversive goblin groups".

Harold Dingle and his powdered dragon claw and Eddie Carmichael and his brain stimulant trade XD

also ron mothering Hermione asking her to eat a decent meal so she can have good sleep <3

ooh, Hermione wondering if she did justice on Cheering Charms (its the lesson she missed in POA when she lost track of time). I wonder if not attending the actual class makes her feel nervous, and not like she had enough time with the information.

Umbridge's "nasty smile" when she sees Harry's patronus in DADA exam: a hint towards her actual involvement in sending Dementors after Harry.

The confrontation between Hagrid, Umbridge and McGonagall is beautifully written. Really love the atmosphere here with the use of lights from the castle, the hut, the moon over the darkness of the lawn to set up the mood of the scene. The moment McGonagall was lit by the stunning spells sent at her? Eerie.

Harry staring at Parvati's hair while sleep-deprived in history exam cos there was something gold in it. He sure likes shiny hair.

there is a question in history of magic exam about how legislation of wand: whether it better controlled the goblin riots in 18th century. The politics of this is brought up in Deathly Hallows, where griphook brings up how wizards have denied other creatures rights of expanding their magical powers by refusing to share wandlore.

Harry's sheer blinding panic and fear in this chapter hurts to read.

I actually really love how bad the communication is between Harry and Hermione in this chapter. Where, in her desperation to stop him, she calls out his "saving the people thing" in an effort to make him understand that Voldemort's playing into an instinct in Harry, and Harry obviously feels stupid about the way she calls it out and thinks she is criticising it as a an attention seeking thing. It makes him less sympathetic to her appeal that it could be a trap, but the scene anyway ends with him conceding to check with her and recognising her offer to come with him to Umbridge's office as "mark of loyalty."

Kreacher's hands are injured cos he injured Buckbeak. There was a lovely Tumblr post I read about this moment, about how combination of Sirius' indifferent cruelty (towards kreacher) and love (for Buckbeak, Harry) is what pushed him towards the events of his death. It perfectly captures his duality.

The conversation between Snape and Umbridge is hilarious. Snape offering his sympathies to Umbridge in case she wanted to poison Harry ("venoms act too fast to give victims time for truth telling"), the ironic bow before he leaves and telling Crabbe to loosen his hold on Neville because if he suffocates, there will be "lots of tedious paperwork" LOL.

Harry noticing that Hermione was not really crying immediately, and knowing that she is scheming XD These two will be a force in the Ministry. Imagine Harry looking at Hermione trapping someone ina courtroom and being like, "yeah, saw that one a mile away. Sucks to be you buddy."

Man, Hermione is having quite a day. Her inexperience with a plan she is making up as she goes along showed, as well as her putting her foot in her mouth. Umbridge is a threat she has known and assessed well, the centaurs, less so. She will grow from this in DH, when she makes bigger elaborate plans with failsafes on the spot. (For example, the Lovegoods escape)

Ginny being astonished that a herd of centaurs left Harry and Hermione behind - suggesting familiarity with the centaur ways. Interesting character note! (also how her and Luna also clearly pay attention in Care of Magical Creatures, as they both remind the trio of Thestral traits - that they are good for finding places riders are looking for, and Harry and Hermione being covered in blood will lure more of them). I wouldnt have paid attention to this detail without @whinlatter lovely WIP "Beasts".

Chapter 34, 35,36,37,38

Proof of Ron, Hermione and Ginny's loyalty and gutsiness: they are willing to ride an invisible horse for hours in the air to help Harry. (also Luna is so cute, sitting all in side saddle)

Harry thinking the veil had a strange beauty to it, and that he felt a strong inclination to walk through it is an indication of his fascination with death. He isn't the only one: Luna, Neville, Ginny are all similarly entranced. Only Ron and Hermione are not and they drag everyone away.

Sirius' knife, Harry's gift is melted by the Love Room in Department of Mysteries :(

Ginny wanting to watch the bird's progress is so cute. Such a lovely detail - I never noticed this interest in creatures before. But she consistently thinks in terms of animals, she even thought the brains they initially saw were fish. ("his eyes are as green as fresh pickled toad" anyone?)

how interesting that the Prophecy Hall is beyond the room full of Time-Turners.

interesting note of how some prophecies having liquid glow (Harry's felt warm as he touched it) and how some prophecies were blown out like a night bulb. Could indicate that the events they had foretold have come to pass etc.

I love during the entire conversation with Death Eaters, you can feel Harry being hypervigilant. He notices the shifts in Bellatrix speaking and makes decisions - once he speaks Voldemort's name, he holds the prophecy tighter because given that he riled her, he expected an attempt to take it from him. And then of course, he is very "improvise. adapt. overcome" with the plan to smash shelves.

Harry's athleticism shines in these chapters where he is elbowing and ducking around Death Eater attacks, launching himself on top of them, heaving Ron when he is out and flinging him when he needs to help the others, rolling over tables to get to doors quick XD

Neville kicking aside fragments of his father's old wand when he carries Hermione. It's his "I'm gonna be my own person not defined by my father's legacy" moment, a parallel to Harry's own in this book.

I love the tiny detail that Tonks is above on the steps, firing spells down at Bellatrix. The distance she keeps, and the detail of Bellatrix and Andromeda resembling each other to the point they could be mistaken for each other, adds such a layer to this detail.

Sirius and Bellatrix are so caught up in their battle that they dont even notice that Dumbledore had arrived. Speaks to their personal history and intensity of their duel.

Harry's child-like denial is utterly heartbreaking. The way he thinks that Remus doesn't understand because he had heard whispers behind the veil, and surely people are hiding there, and that Sirius is just hiding. It is the most child-like he has been and it breaks my heart.

Remus' voice breaking as he struggled to contain Harry, speaking as though every word caused him pain, or just not being able to look at the veil:(

The moment Harry is angry that Sirius would keep him waiting. It is such a childish, entitled reaction. The boy who never expects anything from his adult figures feels like he has the space to be mad at Sirius for keeping him waiting - and then realises, that Sirius would never keep him waiting. And that's how he knows Sirius is dead.

Harry laughing at Bellatrix right after Sirius' death ("a mad laugh to match her own"): the boy really is his godfather's godson.

Bellatrix loves Voldemort, but also fears Voldemort. The moment he comes - Sirius turns from the mocking "dear cousin" to "Animagus Black." She is super keen to distance herself from Sirius in front of him and it calls to the scene later in Deathly Hallows, where she claims she never laid eyes on Andromeda after she ran away.

"We both know there are other ways of destroying a man. Merely taking your life would not satisfy me, I must admit" - contrast this with Deathly Hallows, where Dumbledore leads Harry away from Voldemort's maimed soul in the limbo. Harry feels pity for it, and even tries to save Voldemort, but Dumbledore is beyond that and this scene conveys it.

"And I'll see Sirius again.." it's not only Harry's love for Sirius that drives Voldemort out of his body, but it is also his very raw desire for death. Something he wishes once again, when he is at his parents' graves. (it is this passive ideation that Hermione grasps at the grave and why Harry's desire for Resurrection Stone terrifies her)

"You've been chasing the wrong man for 12 months, it's time you listened to sense!" Dumbledore's feelings of Sirius' fate are also encapsulated in this line. He claims responsibility for Sirius' fate next chapter, but his anger and guilt at Sirius' death is clear here.

Harry's intense guilt and hatred for himself, where he had never before wished he was someone else so intensely, that he was trapped inside his body and mind. It is this guilt, even though he expresses them this chapter, that he will carry with him in HBP and it will come out in moments like strangling Mundungus for perceived disrespect to Sirius.

"I know how you're feeling Harry" "No you dont" : it is both Harry lashing out his intense self-hatred, but also his feelings of abandonment. In his mind, if Dumbledore understood his feelings, he would not have "abandoned" him through the summer or the year. So this moment of Dumbledore reaching out in solidarity after a year of freezing him out makes Harry angry.

Harry just demolishing his office, and Dumbledore remaining calm and detached through it, until Harry himself matches Dumbledore's tone to let him out. Such a well written scene.

The chapter is good illumination of how Dumbledore's distance/detachment and big picture thinking and how it hurts people: Dumbledore locking Sirius and Harry up (Harry shouting this back at him must be a painful reminder of his time with his sister), Snape not overcoming his feelings ("some wounds run too deep for healing").

"I alone could prevent this, and I alone must be strong" - How Dumbledore rationalises his decisions, the weight of the guilt he carries, the calculations he must make. # war general.

"He saw himself in you before he had ever seen you": Voldemort destroying everyone and everything that reminds him of who he is. Strange likenesses from Voldemort is not a compliment, when he wants to be extraordinary, special and unique.

Harry thinking that if only he had just pulled back the veil, he would have seen Sirius greeting him with a laugh like a bark :(

Dumbledore trying to repair Harry's feelings of abandonment by telling him why he didn't choose Harry as a prefect.

Fred and George sending Ron mountains of Chocolate frog after the Ministry fiasco to express their care, in a book where they were harder on him is <3

Ah, that subtle implication that Harry spent hours by the lake, crying about his godfather until the sunset. :( It is gorgeously subtle writing - him getting up at sunset, and wiping his face on his sleeve.

The way the book twists our innards with Harry opening Sirius' gift. :( and how Harry hopes again, and when the hope shatters, he throws the mirror. But it is the very same mirror shard, Sirius' gift that will enable Dobby to help the trio out of the manor, where Harry would ask for help because he saw a parental figure's eye (Dumbledore).

Luna validating Harry's feeling that they were just lurking out of sight, behind the veil and it is this connection with death and understanding of afterlife that comforts Harry. That he will see Sirius again.

#hp reread #ootp #harry james potter #sirius black #ron weasley #hermione granger #ginny weasley

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Walk with Me - Ch 2

Pairing: FBI Agent!Syverson x OFC, Drug Czar!August Walker x OFC

Chapter Summary: You get a trip to Spain. And you get a trip to Spain. Everyone gets a trip to Spain!

Chapter Warnings: Brat punishment, male masturbation, more past relationship pining, alcohol, drug use, special guest!, p in v missionary with breath play (don't blink).

Word Count: 6.3K

Masterlist: For full series Summary and Warnings

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August

August Walker was irritated, to say the least. He was looking forward to fucking someone tonight, but Francesca had derailed that plan.

Francesca was new, but all signs had pointed to her rise into a most trusted associate position. It never failed to make him smile when he thought about the way a new mule would try to assert themselves at the beginning of their employment with him, whether they realized they were an employee or not. But he had ways of putting them in place, and until tonight, Francesca was following the program exactly as expected.

Eager to please, pliant, open to suggestion. One small misstep and then back on track. Which is why it frustrated him that she was here tonight. She was jeopardizing her own place with him without even knowing it.

When he closed the double doors of his office after she stepped inside, he took a deep breath before turning to face her. Too much authority could sometimes damage the trust he worked so hard to build with his girls, even though authority was what kept them coming back to him time after time. Hell, Francesca hadn't even been aware she'd been transporting for him yet. It was way too soon to open that door.

"Francesca, are you ready to share your thoughts with me?" He spoke with a dangerous tone to his voice and was surprised she didn't flinch at the sound.

"I missed you," was all she replied, as if she really thought that would be enough to explain her insubordination.

"What did I say?"

"August..." The lack of remorse in her voice was intriguing.

"What did I say?" He hated repeating himself, and he normally wouldn't, but he liked this one. A lot. And he really wanted her to work out. So he provided more leeway than he normally would and gave her another chance to explain herself.

She met his gaze with a solid one of her own, and he struggled to keep his dick from getting hard at the way she defied him. If he didn't know better, he'd swear she was doing it on purpose, baiting him so he'd put her in her place.

"Explain," he commanded, giving her one final shot to set things right. Candace wasn't his first choice for the Barcelona trip, but if Francesca was going to go rogue like this so early on, he'd maybe have to reconsider.

"I saw you with her, and I got jealous."

Finally the truth.

"Where? Where did you see me? Hmm, darling?" He knew exactly where, and he also knew if she told him the truth, she'd be admitting another transgression. How she handled the admission would inform how he would deal with her.

If she admitted she'd defied his orders not only tonight, but last night too, when she'd kept to the outer edges of the club and tried to hide in the shadows, he'd know she was hooked well and good, willing to do anything for his attention, including admitting her mistakes.

If she instead tried to pretend it was only tonight that she'd seen August all over Candace, he'd know she was lying to try to save her own skin, and he could never trust her again.

"Here."

He waited, watching her with practiced eyes, willing her silently to finish her thought and not fuck this up. He was about to open his mouth to ask when.

"Last night. Okay? I know you said three days, but August, I couldn't wait. I need you. But then there she was with her hands all over you and you acting like you enjoyed it and I just, I couldn't help myself."

August was so pleased Francesca had told the truth, but he didn't let her see that. He remained stoic while she rambled on and only took his eyes off her face when she began to peel the straps of her dress down off her shoulders.

She was so bold, this one, revealing her gorgeous, perfect tits for him even while she was still voicing her apology. Only when he realized she hadn't actually said she was sorry did he tear his eyes away from her chest with a deliberate lick of his lips and set his gaze back to her eyes. She was welcome to interpret the displeasure in his look however she wanted.

"I'm sorry," she admitted, even while pushing her dress the rest of the way down her body, skimming her hands along her sides and thighs. God, she fucking knew exactly how to get him going, drawing attention to the heaven he wanted to find himself lost in.

She hadn't even worn underwear tonight. As she stood before him, naked save for the strappy heels, he moved toward her.

"Forgotten, but not forgiven, dear. Do I need to remind you what disobedience costs?" He brushed his fingers lightly over the skin of her shoulder and relished the goosebumps that formed.

"If you'd like to."

God, she was a brat. He tightened his grip and sent her to her knees as he unzipped his trousers.

"Stay still," he warned, as she reached for him. He watched with pride as she dropped hands to her sides and peered up at him with desire.

There was really only one thing he could do now to teach her a lesson. Maybe two, if he thought about it long enough, but he was hard for her already, and he didn't want to wait for Mateo to return with Candace.

He took himself in hand and began to stroke slowly, feeling the warmth of his skin against his palm. He watched her eyes shift to hip height and waited for her to realize what her punishment would be. It wasn't until he released a soft groan that her eyes snapped back to him with betrayal and disappointment. He let go of his cock and put his hand in front of her mouth.

"Put all that saliva dripping from your slutty mouth right here," he commanded and she did exactly as told, letting the tip of her tongue linger almost too long. "Now, watch me. Don't close your eyes."

He dropped his trousers to his ankles, took himself back in hand, and began to pump in earnest. This wasn't his favorite way to get off. Point of fact it was his absolute least favorite. But he needed her to know her actions had consequences. If he fucked her before he took her to Barcelona now, she'd think she had some control and he couldn't let that happen.

He was never planning to take Candace. She was only a decoy to test Francesca's will. And there would be other tests, especially in Spain. But for now, he'd have to conjure up the images of her breaking beneath him while he pounded into her, of the way she bent for him when he moved her into whatever position he wanted, the way she begged for his cock with her body and the way she said yes to everything he asked of her.

He didn't want this solo release, didn't want to be staring into her gorgeous eyes while he touched only himself and she kneeled stock still in front of him. Didn't want to pull his orgasm out into nothing but his own hand. But she'd disobeyed and he'd be damned if he rewarded her for that.

Her knees had to ache by now. He wasn't quick when he masturbated. It was never as pleasurable as when he could feel the hot, wet heat of a woman clenching around him, regardless of the orifice he used. He had to shift through all the mental snapshots he had of their time together and the things he still wanted to do to her so he could begin to feel the fire in his own belly, the tightening that signaled he'd be free soon.

As his strokes increased, he was so proud to see she still wasn't touching herself while she watched him. He could see her thighs clench, and he decided to allow her that small pittance of friction. It would never be enough to satisfy her, so it didn't matter anyway. What mattered was how she obeyed him.

At that final thought, he felt his orgasm rip through him, spurts of warm come landing on his hand, some of the floor in front of him, and he even saw one large drop hit her face. He closed his eyes so he didn't stare too long and make himself hard again. This was almost worse for him than for her.

"Clean me up," he ordered and felt his heart swell when she didn't move immediately. She was waiting for more direction, so he gave it, careful not to offer an opportunity for her to get him hard again. If he let her use her mouth, the whole lesson would be moot. He took the handkerchief from his suit jacket pocket and tossed it in her direction.

"I'm so sorry, August." Her voice was quiet yet confident as she wiped her face and then reached for his hand. "It won't happen again."

He would have preferred she cleaned his hand off first, but he was swayed by the sincerity of her words and decided enough was enough. Except for one last order, which he gave after pulling up his pants and tucking himself away.

"Get up, get dressed, walk out of this office, and go home. And don't touch yourself on the way."

Syverson

It had only been a day, and Agent Syverson's head was still reeling from the revelation that not only was he in the same city as his high school sweetheart after all this time, but that she was also part of his investigation. Luckily, the name he’d already made for himself with the agency meant he was able to overcome any objection to him retaining his newly assigned control of this case. At least two decades apart with no contact made her practically a stranger in the eyes of his employer.

He also knew enough to keep his emotions in check during that debrief better than he had in that surveillance trailer, but it didn't stop him from letting his mind wander back to those high school nights when he had a chance.

She was the most daring thing he'd ever met, and that was saying something in their town full of super jocks and service-proud inhabitants. He couldn't remember why she hadn't been on his radar until they bumped into each other in the hall the last half of senior year.

Could have been the fact that while he himself was a star athlete, he never ventured over to the gym where other students were practicing whatever weird martial arts the school had offered. It had all seemed too foreign to him back then.

He stuck to a more traditional small-town life, helping out on the family farm and dating the cheerleaders that followed the football team around like puppy dogs. He didn't even question the all-American apple pie path he was on until he was looking into her eyes while handing her the books that had toppled to the ground when they collided.

He remembered a few of the titles and how he had joked that he could take her shooting sometime if she really wanted to learn about guns. He probably said something stupid like "can't learn about life from a book." Stupid because when she took him up on his offer, she out-shot him at the range with absolutely no coaching from him whatsoever.

He'd been hooked from that moment on. Breaking up with Chelsea hadn't been the easiest. Her tears made him uncomfortable in a way he hated because while he knew they didn't belong together, he also knew it was a little shitty to dump her just because he wanted to try something new. And it wasn't as if he hadn't broken up with girls before, but it had usually been mutual.

He liked Chelsea well enough, knew she'd rebound just fine, though he'd been surprised she'd gone after his best friend. It didn't bother him one bit as he started spending every free moment with Frankie, and he barely registered what was going on with anyone else in those first weeks of infatuation.

Frankie was wild. She didn't hesitate when he suggested they dirt bike out to the quarries. He'd meant to get her on his bike behind him, have her hold tight around his waist, and try to jolt her a bit with his fancy but careful maneuvers. Gunning the engine or doing a little front-wheel pop after making sure they were holding tight usually always worked to get a girl squealing and holding him tighter, breathless for him and the way he'd make sure they were okay after the ride, all high from endorphins.

But she showed up to their meeting spot on her own bike and climbed right to Eagle Point with no prompt, stripped off her long sleeve shirt and pants, left them in a heap next to her helmet and boots, and leaped right off the outcropping into the cool water below. She called to him when her head popped back into view, and he followed soon after. He couldn't explain the way she made him feel. Alive in a way he hadn't ever felt with any other girlfriend.

She was reluctant to accept his nickname for her, but he couldn’t stop himself. Even with all her hard edges and daring, he found her sweet when he tasted her lips, kissed her skin, sunk between her legs.

Prom night wasn’t their first. They'd both been with other partners as well as each other. But something about that night, the way she danced with him, for him, had him so hard. He wanted to leave the festivities early, but she was having too much fun to agree, so they stayed right until the end, mingling with her jiu-jitsu friends and his football pals. She bridged that gap so effortlessly, even made a friend of Chelsea after a while so that hanging out at the dance never turned awkward. She was just so magnetic and magical.

He'd saved up from farm chores so he could spring for a fancy hotel room, and he took her there as soon as she would let him, but she took the lead in every other way that night.

She was the one who taught him that going down on a girl first was the best way to get a girl ready. He'd done it a few times before, but she really encouraged him to perfect his technique that night, making sure she'd come a few times before she let him crawl his way up her belly. And he thought he'd just grab a condom and go, but she pushed him to his back and slipped herself down his body before wrapping her lips around his cock and making him come from the pleasure of her mouth.

By the time he figured out it was love, she was already packing to leave the country with her parents to care for her elderly grandmother. He would work double shifts over the summer when he could get them just to save up for a few overseas calls that never lasted long enough. The rest of the money, and some extra borrowed from his older brother, he put toward a ticket back to the States for her at the end of the summer. But then community college started, and she was off at a foreign university and time just ran away from them.

He was hard while he stared at her surveillance photos. He should have been looking at her surroundings and the people she was meeting, but all he could see was the color of her lipstick and the way her clothes hugged her body.

He took his release in the shower, daydreaming of what life could have been if he'd somehow managed to convince her to stay all those years ago. He pictured a farm and some kids, sunsets on the front porch, and lazy nights by the fireplace. Though why he regressed to that old tired cliche, he’d never know. Maybe it was just the sudden flood of hometown memories with her. So when none of that worked and actually threatened to derail his orgasm, he pushed the kids out of his mind and pictured her screaming his name while he took her apart on the black fur of bear skin rug placed next to a fire.

And now he needed to get back to work. He had a bag to pack and a plane to catch. He'd finish his research on the flight to Barcelona. Agent Syverson knew he’d gotten lucky. There wasn’t anything that said he couldn’t take this investigation overseas, but he hadn’t considered it yet until a CIA director called last night with flight info and instructions to bring his best team member for a meeting at a Spanish field office to compare notes. Sy didn’t decline.

He and Victoria Ramos stepped out of the elevator roughly an hour after landing, with absolutely no time to stop at the hotel or even grab a bite to eat before the scheduled meeting. It was a really good thing he’d been able to actually get any sleep on the long distance flight. If he could just make it through the briefing, he should be able to get into a bed by noon. Sy and Ramos flashed their badges at security and were led back to a large office with a small balcony, open to the fresh air.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee hit Sy right where he needed it and he was grateful when the Director they were here to see turned inside and offered them a cup. They both accepted and then took seats as their host made his way around a desk to sit opposite them.

“Appreciate you both making the trip on such short notice, I’m Director Walter Marshall. This isn’t my field office, but it is my mission, and it looks like our agencies share a target. We’re already embedded with Walker. I’m hoping to get some idea of why I shouldn’t pull jurisdictional rights and have you shut down.”

It was a hell of a way to start a conversation, but Syverson appreciated the directness of his new contact, and figured the CIA had to be amenable to cooperation if he was willing to bring them overseas.

‘We’re glad to be here and certainly don’t plan on steppin’ on any toes,” Syverson’s southern accent slipped through the weariness he was beginning to feel in his bones. “I’m Agent Syverson and this is Agent Ramos. I’m not sure why you have August Walker in yer sights, but we’re not too far from nailing one of the most dangerous drug kingpins in Miami. I’m guessin’ maybe you're after him for international drug traffickin’, but I ‘spose I could be wrong about that. We’re just trying to get some bad shit off the streets.”

“Noble cause, to be sure.” Director Marshall replied with a sincere nod of his head. “Which is why I agreed to bring you here. If you think there is any information for your case to be gained from surveilling Walker and his companion here on a “business” trip, I’m happy to allow that on the condition you don’t interfere with any activity you may see him or the woman traveling with him undertake.”

“I don’t imagine we have jurisdiction here, anyway, sir,” Ramos interjected. Syverson nodded his agreement and motioned for her to go on. He wasn’t one to take all control of a conversation. He liked to see his agents speak up when warranted and especially if they had good ideas or important information to share. “But we definitely appreciate the opportunity and will gladly accept your terms. Sir.”

Walter was taken aback and shifted his focus back to Syverson to see if he’d just witnessed what he thought he had. It wasn’t often a ranking officer allowed a subordinate to speak about an operation with a new department or agency. Walter recognized the trust Syverson was putting in his agent and he nodded back as Syverson indicated his attention ought to be on Ramos.

Victoria and Walter hashed out the details, including the location of the hotel where Walker was staying with his mule. The field office had located an open flat nearby and were setting them up there. They finished the meeting amicably and earlier than expected, so while Victoria accepted the Director’s invitation to breakfast, Syverson opted to grab a cab to the apartment so he could shower and grab a nap before heading to case the hotel and surrounding neighborhood. He didn’t mind sharing his notes with Ramos later that night.

He wanted the time to himself to really think about this woman he was about to see again.

Francesca

I sat in my First Class cabin and wondered when the flight attendants would finish their routines and leave us all be so I could find a way to overcome the barriers between us and onto August's lap. I had been alone on the flight to Amsterdam, and it didn't bother me one bit. But the flight to Barcelona through London was going to kill me. He was so close and yet so far.

After that night in his office, I had done exactly what he commanded. I felt the slick dripping down my inner thighs while I waited for my Uber and thought of nothing but whether or not I'd made a huge mistake.

That's a lie.

I thought about the way he looked handling himself in front of me like that. I could tell he wanted my mouth and hands on him, but he needed to punish my insubordination. It's entirely possible Candace was never a threat to begin with, but I knew he was fucking her too and I couldn't take that chance. The control he exhibited in that moment was exhilarating.

It took all of ten seconds to feel sweet ecstasy when I'd finally closed and locked my apartment door and put my hand up my skirt as I sank to the floor. Which sucked because I always like to make it last as long as possible. I'm sure that was part of his plan, too, to ruin my complete pleasure. But he never said I couldn't keep touching myself once I made it home, so I picked myself up off the floor and headed to my bed where I found my favorite vibrator in the nightstand and made myself scream his name over and over all night.

It was really too bad for him that I was probably going to disobey him again several more times over the course of our relationship. If his idea of punishment was to deprive us both of each other's touch, he was going to be hurting, too. But for now, I had secured my place on the Barcelona flight. As well as confirming that he didn't trust Candace the way he trusted me. There was no way he was bringing her on this trip, but I stayed away that third night just in case. I did not want to jeopardize anything anymore than I might have already.

Once the cabin lights were dimmed after dinner service, I stepped into the aisle, closed the door of my mile-high room, and padded around to August's luxury cubicle. He welcomed me with open arms, his seat already laid flat for the evening. With the door closed, he held me close in the tight quarters and began to whisper all the things he was going to do to me when we finally arrived at our hotel.

“Do you have any idea how badly I want to fuck you on this plane right here and now?” he growled into my ear. “I’m not sure I could hold back, though. And I know you could never stifle your cries and screams while I fuck you like I want to. I don’t think this is quite the environment for us to subject the other passengers to that.”

“None of what you’ve just said stops me from wanting to shift these clothes out of the way so I can sink onto your lap,” I whispered back. Objectively, I knew he was right, but it didn't stop me from wanting that. I felt him get hard beneath me.

“You are a very naughty girl,” he replied and I promised him I'd be quiet, but he resisted, telling me it would be worth the wait.

Then he made me go back to my own seat, using the work he needed to take care of as an excuse, but I knew he just wanted me off his lap. His hard-on was never going away while I was still squirming all over him and he was resistant to fucking me or letting me take care of him. It's entirely possible he used the same self-control he showed two nights ago to jerk off quietly in his tiny room. I know I did. But I was listening hard to everything happening across from me and I couldn't hear anything that sounded like him stroking his cock or coming into his own hand. I stayed awake until he appeared to finish his work and had drifted off to a short sleep.

It was a boring two hour flight from London to Barcelona. He still wouldn’t let me on his lap. I took advantage of the free drink service in First Class and downed three mimosas before we landed. We cleared customs with a breeze and then August swept me out to the waiting car service. I couldn’t wait to get a smoke and luckily the limo had just my brand stocked along with another bottle of champagne that I decided would be a bad idea before I got something to eat. After a quick thirty minute ride, we arrived at El Palauet where he had already arranged for early check-in.

I was suitably impressed by the lobby full of polished marble floors and deep, rich hand carved wooden staircases and architectural columns. The dark, masculine interior was full of lush, velvet couches and leather chairs next to low cocktail tables. A set of double doors led to what appeared to be a cafe housed in an interior atrium full of tropical plants. This first look was in stark contrast to the light, airy, feminine room the bellhop opened for us.

There were a few pieces of modern furniture mixed with whitewashed antiques and baroque ceiling insets. Crystal chandeliers adorned the ceilings of every room of the suite and double french doors filled with floral stained glass opened onto the large balcony overlooking the promenade below. Why we needed two bedrooms, I couldn’t figure immediately but the suite was also equipped with two bathrooms, a sitting area, a dinning area, and a small gourmet kitchen. A basket full of continental breakfast items sat on the counter, and I had no doubt I’d find a selection of meats and cheeses in the sleek refrigerator, along with who knows how many bottles of wine and champagne.

The place was gorgeous and designed to keep you at your most comfortable. I was definitely comfortable, or at least getting there as I peeled off the dress I’d worn over the last fourteen hours after having a quick bite to eat. There was really only one more thing I needed after that long, lonely flight, and August was the only one I wanted it from. I made it abundantly clear. I really couldn’t figure out how he was so willing to turn me down almost as soon as we got to the room.

When he left for his meeting, I took a good long look around the entire apartment, examining all the spots I hadn’t yet seen. Eventually, I wanted to escape. The room was way too comfortable, and I didn't want to be lulled into a false sense that I’d actually experienced a town just because I took an airplane ride to a limo to a hotel. I wasn’t unfamiliar with European cities, but it was still nice to experience new things.

I unpacked my bags, packed so pristinely by August, and pulled out some yoga gear. I put a light, but long sweater over my outfit and threw on a wide belt and a pair of super comfortable slouchy boots for the trek to the studio. I grabbed a complimentary mat from the concierge on the way out and headed out for the short walk to the metro station. I could have taken a car, but I wanted to transport myself.

I must have been hallucinating, delirious from the morning champagne and very little food. Why I thought a power yoga practice would also be a good idea, I have no idea. But on the way both to and from the studio, I felt like I was being followed. At first, I noticed a woman with her long, dark hair pulled back into a high, sleek ponytail. She wore a smart suit, and her nails and makeup were on point. But everything else about her screamed Fed. When we were almost to my stop, she moved to another car and a man passed her on his way in. He wore sunglasses with a sharp, blue suit and had a handsome beard and nice head of hair that made me immediately want to grab onto it while I rode his face into a body-shattering orgasm. I could curse August for leaving me wanting like that.

When I blinked he was already past me, and I turned to catch a glimpse of his tremendous ass, pants stretched just tight enough to tell me he didn’t bother to spend his cash on a tailor. Or maybe he did. I would have stared longer but the doors opened and I hopped off, eager to get to my drop-in class.

I decided to peel my completely soaked yoga gear off after class, opting for a quick shower and thankful the sweater dress I brought was dark enough to hide the fact that I wasn’t wearing underwear or a bra. I didn’t think anyone would mind the jiggle, either.

I was just musing over the admiring look I’d gotten from the decidedly too-young-for-me twenty-something stepping off the train with his skateboard, when I noticed Mr. Tight Pants again. Super odd. The entire train ride, I felt like I was being eye-fucked and I didn’t mind it one bit. I made sure to snap a few selfies, even though August would never let me post them on my IG page. I was blurry in them anyway.

I still couldn’t get a good solid look at him, especially while scanning around looking for High-and-Tight as I headed for the exit. I didn’t see her until I got off at my stop on the way back to the hotel. Pony Tail tailed me all the way back to the hotel, stopping at a cafe just before I crossed the last street and stepped into the lobby. I thought about turning around and inviting her in, seeing what her reaction would be. If I was being watched, I wished a little bit that they’d traded surveillance spots. Good lord, that man was attractive, though, even behind the shades. I didn’t mind the attention at all.

August returned soon after I did, raring to go. He wanted to grab a shower, then change before his next meeting. Maybe get a bite to eat. I was exhausted from the flight, yoga, getting there and back, but he was having none of it.

“Here, start with a little bump now. We’ll get you something more substantial later.”

And who was I to say no? We showered, and he took me against the cool tile wall, finally giving me a small taste of what I’d been craving for days now. If I thought a little about a full beard and a fuller head of hair, what would it harm?

He left soon after, still defying my unquenched desire as I stretched out naked on our bed and spread my legs hoping to entice him into staying. I finally got up and dressed and headed out to find a cafe. Yes, there was food aplenty in the room, and yes, it was all probably going to go bad or get tossed when we left. I could never figure out why August was so careless with his money, so blase about extravagances.

I finally put some substantial food into my body, and felt the energy of the sun creep inside me as well. I was refreshed and on high alert when I noticed the jogger with a hoodie and sunglasses. It was that ass again, no doubt in my mind. When things slowed down across the way at the hotel, I paid my bill and left, opting for a walk along the promenade and hoping my jogger friend would return.

If he did, I never saw him, but the long haired beauty showed up on the arm of a man with a mop of curls on his head. I smiled at the thought of how nice they looked together. After a good long stroll, I made my way back to the hotel to change and get ready for the late dinner August promised when he was done with his business.

August let me kiss him hard on the lips when he returned to find me naked and rifling through the clothes hanging in the closet. I took a chance and ran my hand down his chest, slipping my fingers between his jacket and shirt, over his belt, down between his legs. I was so pleased to find him hard already.

“You didn’t stay in when I left, did you, Francesca?” he asked me with a hint of displeasure. “What’d you get up to?”

“Fresh air, baby. That’s all. I swear.” I moved to push his jacket off his shoulders and turned to place it on a hanger. I knew he hated wrinkling his clothes by tossing them carelessly on the floor. While he tugged at his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, I sank to my knees and asked with my eyes if I could help with his trousers.

“You know we have plenty of food in the room and a beautiful balcony for you to lounge on. You didn’t have to go anywhere.” He reached down to grab his pants from my hands after hanging his shirt, careful to keep his stiffening cock clear from my touch.

“You can’t keep me locked up all alone in this gorgeous suite full of all kinds of surfaces I’d like to get fucked on and expect me to wait patiently for your return.”

“Oh, that is exactly what I expect, darling. You should know that by now.” He sank to meet me on his knees, wrapping his fingers around my jaw to tilt my face towards his.

“Well, it’s obviously too late to ask for permission now. What can I do to earn your forgiveness?” I asked with a spark in my eye, and I watched while he contemplated. It was so painfully obvious that he wasn’t interested in withholding from me again, the way he wandered into the bedroom already hard. I knew I’d won a little victory when he began to drag his fingers down my throat, over my bare chest and belly, then tucked them neatly between my legs, just as I'd done for him a few moments earlier. My eyes fluttered shut as he slipped two digits inside me, pumping slowly.

“Does that feel good? Think it’s earned?”

“It does feel good. So so good.” I moaned as he scissored and curled his fingers, seemingly seeking out the spots he knew would give me pleasure. Though I should have known I wasn't getting off that light. The sounds of pleasure caught in my throat as I felt the fingers of his other hand snake around my neck. He watched my reactions carefully and I’m sure he felt the heat ignite inside me as he squeezed gently and guided me to my back right there on the closet floor.

“Is this one of those surfaces you were bemoaning just now?” he asked, hovering over me.

I gasped out a breathy “yes” and added a “please” for good measure. He didn’t deny me, or himself, any longer. He removed his grip long enough to situate himself between my thighs and eased his cock in next to his fingers.

“You like how that feels, don’t you? Full up, maybe too full, hmm?”

“I love the way you feel inside me, August.”

I could tell it caught him off guard, the way I called his name like that. I pleaded with my eyes as he answered by removing one hand from between my legs and wrapping his other around my throat, tightening and loosening the squeeze in rhythm with his thrusts. When he sped up, he stopped opening his hand on my neck until he came hard inside me and then he bent to kiss the tears away as I shook while I came back down from the high. I could have sworn I heard him whisper my name when he came, but maybe I was imagining it.

We showered without another incident, though he caressed me as he helped soap my naked skin. If he didn’t have definitive plans for the evening, I probably could have sunk to my knees and convinced him to stay in, but instead he enticed me out of the shower with some more cocaine.

I dried off and found myself right back where I was just before August came back to the hotel.

“Thank you, again, for packing for me.”

“‘Of course, Francesca,” he called to me as he entered the room. “You know I love to select your outfits to make sure you feel comfortable and appropriately dressed for our outings. Will you wear the silver jumpsuit tonight?”

“Of course, August. Anything you want. You treat me so well, baby.”

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He took his coffee black. Caffeine flowed through his veins at this point as he worked endlessly against the redhead and to bring Mint Eye to it's full capacity. Coffee was simple and quick, cheaper than energy drinks and kept his hands from shaking far better than anything else did.

And then his assistant ruined his coffee order.

He'd sent her off to get him caffeine, expecting to get back the black sludge that was kept in the kitchen, but instead she brought back an almost tan liquid.

"What's this?" He asked, eyes narrowed at the mug. The question was about the drink, but also about where she'd managed to find a mug stating "Stay Foxy" with the script wrapped around a cartoon fox.

"Coffee?" She said, confusion coloring her tone. She shrugged as she placed other snacks that she had gathered over near her cot in the corner. "I doctored it a bit. I didn't know what you liked, but cream and sugar has never lead me wrong."

He knew that those ingredients were normally on lockdown in the kitchen. Cooking at magenta was done very minimalisticly, as their reward would come in paradise, but he had no doubt that she'd pulled strings somewhere to get what she wanted. She was good at that.

Regardless, he took a small sip. The warm liquid danced across his tongue, the cream and sugar cutting the bitterness of the brew that he normally ignored the taste of entirely.

"It's good." He mumbled, cupping the mug in his hands and letting the warmth seep from the ceramic. Her soft smile warmed him just as much.

"Good. I thought you'd like it." She said, plopping down in the rolling chair next to him. Her grin turned teasing. "Your sweet tooth gave you away."

His sweet tooth? He stared at her as she hummed softly to herself, entirely focused on going through the file she'd stolen from his stack. He almost felt insulted at the idea.

He didn't do sweet. Sweet was for those who didn't have goals, those who hadn't been through what he had. The Savior could be sweet on occasion, but she never let him forget that they had a purpose. That a soft smile or touch did nothing to get them closer to paradise.

Then she came along. Was forced to come along. Whatever. She was here, and she... she was sweet. With her smiles, her words, her little acts of services that showed that despite everything, she did care about him.

She finally noticed his stare and her face flushed slightly.

"What?" She asked, shuffling the pages in a less meaningful way this time.

"Nothing." He mumbled, shifting his attention back to the screens as he took another sip of his coffee.

Maybe he did have a sweet tooth.

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world-of-aus · 10 months

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If it’s not to much trouble could you do a part 2 to

Obsession (mob!bucky)

I can absolutely put something together for you! Hope you enjoy, installment one can be found HERE. Happy Readings Buns!

Pairing: Mob!bucky x Reader

He’s sat in the corner booth; the half Crescent shaped seating he’s chosen for the night allowing him to overlook his establishment. If anything goes wrong, he’ll be one of the first to know. From here he also has a good view of you, he can make you out in the dim light of the bar, a barely there smile on your lips as you serve his patrons. You look uneasy, distressed as you make the drink orders, your gaze often drifting to the door of the establishment whenever a new group of regulars comes through.

He leans into Steve, “does y/n look a little jumpy to you?” Steve brings up his glass, taking a swig of the sweet amber a hiss of air leaves his lips, “we’ve upped the interactions, he was told to get a little closer to her each time he made contact, he’s made himself known to her already.” Bucky mirrors his right hands actions, “good, has she mentioned anything to you?”

Steve nods curtly, “Two weeks ago during her mid-shift I asked her if everything was okay with her, noticed she wasn’t being herself with the patrons. She said she hadn’t been sleeping well, I asked her if it was because of what happened with Rumlow but she said no, she then mentioned she felt like someone was following her, but she wasn’t certain it wasn’t her tired mind playing tricks on her.”

“What did you advise her?”

Steve brings his drink up to his lips, “Told her to talk to you,” he says over the rim, “let you know her concerns, I threw in I thought it could be one of Rumlows guys that’s tailing her.” Bucky nods, “he planning on attacking tonight?” Steve nods sitting his drink down, “scheduled her for last call tonight, when she goes out with the trash he’ll go for her then, he’s going to block off any way through the alley so that she has to come back in through the doors.”

"And right into my arms,” It falls quiet in the booth as Bucky watches you move around the bar, from one end to the other. “You’re not afraid she’s going to find out?” The brunette looks over at his friend, “I’m not,” he answers, "because she won’t, and I'll see to it that she doesn’t.”

“You want me to send her to you,” Steve asks as he stands.

Bucky shakes his head as he leans against the booth, “no that’s alright, I have a feeling before the end of the night she’ll come find me.” Steve is nodding again, taking his glass with him as he leaves his boss alone moving over to the bar where you work. Bucky watches you like he has most of the night, wondering why you hadn’t come to him about your situation earlier. But to be fair he has an inkling as to why you haven’t approached him, you’re scared. He just can’t understand why, he saved you, he kept you from getting hurt any further at the hands of Rumlow. You should have been running to him, thanking him for taking of your monsters, instead you ran, building a wall around yourself as you went.

While many would say Bucky’s attempts at breaking that wall down were no better than what Rumlow had put you through, Bucky would argue till he was red in the face. He wasn’t doing any of this to hurt you, scare you maybe, but he wasn’t hurting you. All he was trying to do was get you to see that he wasn’t the bad guy, yeah, he may have shot and killed your boyfriend but he did that for you!

Everything he's done, he's done it for you.

And whether you can see it now or not, you need him.

Speaking of need Steve must have just given you your break for the evening, your form slipping from behind the bar, and surprisingly making its way to him. He doesn’t mean for his surprise to come through, but it does in the form of a raised brow when you stand before the rounded booth. “Y/n,” he greets, “everything okay?” You look from him to the seat, “is it okay if I sit,” you question, “I’m on break.” you add.

He gestures with a hand for you to sit, he can sense the nervousness arise in you as you slip into the booth, still keeping your distance as you look down at the scratched oak. “Are you sure your -”

“I’m being followed.” you get out before he can even finish his thought. The surprise comes naturally, “being followed, by who? Are you absolutely sure?” You nod your head, gaze finally meeting his, he can see the worry, the stress – the fear. “I’m sure. At first, I thought maybe I was just tired, I haven’t been sleeping well since -” the words die on your tongue, but the two of you know what would have been said. “Since that night,” you finish, “but then I kept seeing him everywhere I went, and I didn’t want to believe it but it’s like he made himself known to me, it’s like he wanted me to know he was there, and that I wasn’t just making things up in my mind.”

“Has he hurt you?”

You’re shaking your head eyes averting back to the table he can see there’s something you’re not saying, “Y/n,” he tries again, “y/n has he hurt you?” Your watery gaze finally meets his, and it's enough to have him choking on his own breath when he sees the freshly gathered tears. “He - he hasn’t,” you answer, “but - Bucky I'm afraid he will, there’s something about him, something so sinister it’s almost unnerving. And Steve – Steve thinks he may be one of Rumlows men tailing me.”

What Bucky’s doing doesn’t feel right in the moment, the fear he has instilled in you for his own selfish reasons doesn’t sit well, his mother, God rest her soul would have his neck if she were still breathing. “I don’t know what to do,” you breathe breaking him from his reverie, “I’m scared, I'm really really scared.”

And Bucky can’t help himself as he slides closer extending an arm out to you as he goes one which you surprisingly take sliding into his side as he pulls you close. He holds you for the first time in a month, his hand squeezing you, letting you know he’s here like he has been.

He’s got you.

“If you’d like,” he starts testing his luck further, “I can have Steve and Sam keep an eye on you, see if they can’t figure out who this guy is.”

Your gaze meets his, “you’d do that, do you think you may know who he is?”

Oh he knew who it was.

“Of course, y/n,” he answers knowing there wasn’t a single thing he wouldn’t do for you. “I can have them take you home tonight, see if we can’t catch a glimpse of this guy, if he really is a man of Rumlow’s we’ll know.”

A brief silence settles over the two of you, “You’re not going to hurt him are you?”

He wants to laugh, “of course not sweetheart.” He wasn’t about to hurt a man he hired, but he was going to use this to his advantage.

“Thank you Bucky,” he’s squeezing your shoulder, “how about you take the rest of the night off, have Steve take you home.” Your eyes go wide, “But Bucky,” he shakes his head, “go home,” he pushes, “take the night, go home relax, if you’re worried about the money you can come in earlier tomorrow morning.”

“Bucky I really can’t,” you try but he won’t hear it, not with what he has planned for you. “Go home y/n, it’s an order, you can come in early tomorrow.” He can see the hesitation, “go on now, go grab your bags from the lockers and let Steve know.”

And despite the hesitation evident on your features you slip from his hold to slide out of the booth chancing him one last glance before moving over to the bar. He watches you talk to Steve before you’re moving him past him to the kitchen. He watches you disappear before he’s meeting his friends gaze, he beckons him over with a look.

“What’s going on boss, something happen?”

Bucky licks over his lower lip, “change of plans, call our guy and tell him its her house tonight.”

“But boss,” Bucky gives him a look, “her house. Tonight.”

Bucky had waited for you long enough.

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baziutawrites · 1 year

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Greens and greys

Xavier Thorpe x Female OC

Beginnings part 1

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Xavier Thorpe always thought he was attracted to the unconventional. Being an artist and all, it supposedly came with a peculiar taste in beauty, aesthetics and also something as ordinary as past-time activities he picked up during his stay at the school, like fencing or archery.

Even when surrounded by outcasts at the Nevermore Academy, he still looked for something different, something uncommon, something - someone - unusual. That's why he completely could not understand why this one person kept invading his mind. It's not that she wasn't pretty or anything - but she was, to put it simply, regular.

"Earth to Xavier! Do you copy?"

Ajax's voice shook him out of his musings. He looked at him, blinking stupidly as if he has just been woken up.

"Man, you're acting weird af. Staring off and shit since the year've started." Ajax waved his arms around, a tiny paper bag in one of his hands. Faint smell of weed lingered in the air. "I asked you if you wanted to chill before 'the meeting' and you do this… this thing instead."

He moved to sit next to Xavier, handing him the paper bag. He took it, feeling the contents inside.

"You're creeping me out, dude. What's wrong?"

"It's… nothing. Just– weird dreams, that's all." Xavier rubbed his eyes with his fingers and leaned back on the bench, his head resting on the wall behind them. "No, really, it's prolly nothin'."

He added, seeing the unconvinced expression on his friend's face. Even the snakes peeked from underneath his beanie, almost as if they too were doubting his words. Before Ajax could speak however, Xavier slapped his knee and stood up swiftly, shaking the contents of the bag slightly.

"Now, wanna get some Lemon or what?"

***

Valerye sat beside her new roommate, Yoko Tanaka, still in awe of the entirety of her new shared dorm room. It was quite elegant, gothic in styling and details with two big stained-glass windows overlooking the main courtyard in the middle of the Academy. They even had a balcony, although not as big as her roommate's friend - Enid, who had the most luck, having the topmost room entirely for herself.

Val however wasn't about to complain. Yoko seemed to be relatively laid back and chill when it came to the dorm rules and the past few days since starting the year were overall less stressful thanks to her. It wasn't easy being thrown into an entirely new, unknown environment all by herself. She never had a dorm room or a roommate up to this point. Not to mention, she wasn't well versed into the social life laws that were clearly set up in between the social cliques at Nevermore. She was lucky to become a roommate with someone who already was a part of a quite prominent one - it earned her an easy way in.

Thing is, it wouldn't be enough. She would still have to prove herself, show her worth in order to be accepted.

"What did you say you were calling yourselves again?" Val peered into the mirror Yoko held in front of her face, laser focused on the tiny eyeliner brush on her eyelid.

"Wha- oh. The Nightshades." She chuckled, eyeing Val's tense expression. "Don't worry, no one's gonna give you a pop quiz before entering."

When she didn't look convinced, she added.

"Just be yourself. I'm sure they are gonna like you. I mean, I already told them everything about you and they all agreed to bring you in, wanna finally see you. This doesn't happen often, so don't fret. You've already got yourself some leverage, honey."

"Yeah, no pressure at all..."

"Well, it wouldn't hurt to bring some gifts." Yoko glanced at the bag on Val's bed. A few bottle necks were peeking out from underneath the semi closed zipper. "But I see you've already thought of that. Good."

***

The corridors were eerily quiet, only their two pair of steps echoed between the stone walls. Val followed closely behind Yoko, cursing under her breath quietly as she felt goosebumps erupting on the exposed skin of her arms and shoulders. It wasn't supposed to be this cold this soon, so she left the sweater back on her bed and went with a sleeveless black turtleneck only. At least she listened to her roommate and opted out of the skirt.

"Too preppy." She simply stated and threw her a pair of high wasted pants.

They came to a halt in front of a statue so suddenly, Val almost walked into Yoko and gave an apologetic smile when the bottles inside her bag clinked loudly. Great, her causing them to get caught this late outside of their dorms with bags full of alcohol surely wasn't a great way to make a good first impression. Yoko however, unfazed, lifted her hand up and snapped her fingers twice, loudly.

The statue of what turned out to be Edgar Allan Poe moved and slid back, exposing a hidden entrance leading down the stairs into a circular room with a high ceiling and walls covered in bookshelves. There were people down there already but they didn't notice them yet. Val squared her shoulders and took a deep breath as went down after her roommate.

"This is Valerye, say 'hi' everybody, be nice, cuz she brought gifts."

Loud cheers erupted around the room and Val could not help but smile.

***

Xavier could not help but stare at the newcomer more and more bluntly as the drinks, expertly mixed by Yoko, kept coming in and the little relax sesh he had with Ajax right before they came down there surely didn't help. He couldn't shake off this weird feeling he got since he laid eyes on the new girl. It's almost as if he saw her already - somewhere, someday - but from what he gathered, it was impossible.

From what Yoko told them before the meeting, she just moved from quite far away and for the past few days she wasn't attending classes due to some supposed paperwork she and her family had to do. She also came from a very prominent and old family name from over the ocean, one that made Principal Weems give the new girl some leeway when it came to the strict rules about attendance. So, he didn't see her in class and didn't see her in the corridors and surely he didn't see her out and about anywhere at any point in his life. So why in the hell his eyes seemed to gravitate towards her and why did he had this strange feeling in his chest every time she locked her eyes with him?

She wasn't extraordinary by any means. Well, Xavier did think she was quite pretty - but nothing out of the ordinary, like Bianca or Yoko. And yet, he kept staring so bad, his friends finally took notice when he ignored a question directed towards him for a third time in a row.

"Well, someone's got his mind elsewhere." Rowan teased as the rest of the boys laughed. It brought Xavier's attention back to the group and he was met with knowing smirks. He could feel the heat creeping up his face as he realised they noticed his weirdo behaviour.

"What? No. I wasn't staring."

"Noone said you were, bud." Kent laughed and patted him on the shoulder. "Think we should go and introduce ourselves properly, what you think, Ajax?"

"Ye, we should, shouldn't we, Rowan?"

Rowan snorted into his drink he was taking a sip from, just as he was swept alongside Xavier by the other two boys. The latter's weak protests were completely ignored, lost in between the sounds of tipsy laughter.

***

Val quickly felt at home within the girls' part of the Nightshades. Yoko seemed to loosen up a bit more, Divina was an absolute sweetheart with a sharp mind, yet quite an introverted demeanour at first, and Bianca was radiating confidence and open mindedness, although she seemed to be quite stubborn in her ways when challenged nonetheless. The drinks were quite helpful when it came to loosening their tongues and soon, the girls swept her into a whirlwind of the newest and most important gossip of the Nevermore Academy.

She noticed, however, a one particular member who acted quite odd. The tall one with long hair kept stealing glances at her more and more blatantly as the time and drinks went on. He had a weird name, she didn't quite catch it over the blasting music. She caught his big, mesmerising green eyes burning holes in her head several times so far and smiled when she noticed him act surprised every time he got caught, his cheeks a bit pink either from embarrassment or alcohol, or maybe both, she didn't know but it made her quite flattered.

When the boys joined them again, he stood on the opposite side of the circle as he now seemed hellbent on getting drunk, swinging one cup after another instead of joining in with the questions the group now asked about her previous endeavours. That's why she didn't expect his voice behind her, when they all turned to Yoko, arguing about what drink she should make next.

"Do we know each other?" The guy's voice surprisingly not slurred considering how much he just drank. Great, very creative pick up line, she thought as she turned around to face him. It took her by surprise how close he was now, she had to crane her neck to look him up in the face.

Xavier's breath hitched in his throat as he finally took in her features. He could almost feel her breath, as he realised he was very close to her now. A bit too close in fact for a first conversation. He didn't have a well adjusted judgement of distance when drunk, he had just realised. And when she cocked her eyebrow at him, he quickly added.

"I mean, I'm sure we've met already."

"I think so too." She gave him a side smile and traced her fingernail along the hem of his button up. It made his loins tingle. "In fact, I'm sure of it."

"Oh? Remember when? Because I'm sure I wouldn't forget a face like yours." He breathed, his lips curling into his signature smirk, as he leaned in. Two could play that game and the alcohol finally rushing to his head made him lose his wariness.

"Yea. Here. Two hours ago to be exact."

His smile faltered a bit and his cheeks reddened a little when she laughed. His eyes glided over her neck as she threw her head back a bit and he was sure he saw her like this up close before.

"Uh, I-ah, I meant, earlier than that." He fumbled with his words, not expecting her to shoot him down like this.

"Well, I don't remember you, so... maybe I was in your dreams then?" She winked at him and turned around, her hair brushing his arm as she went towards Yoko to get her cup refilled, leaving tingles in it's wake. She didn't notice the stupefied look on Xavier's face.

His visions.

***

The night after the meeting Xavier did not dream of the girl that invaded his dreams quite often for the past few months. She didn't show up even in the following week. Then almost a month went by, and he cursed himself for not paying more attention towards the details in his hazy dream visions. He had no other way of checking if Val was truly the one in his dreams.

The one thing he noticed and remembered from the dreams however, were those odd flashes of green that sometimes seemed to spark in the girl's hair when she moved. He could swear he could catch glimpses of it now in real life, just right out of the corner of his eyes. But whenever he turned around to catch the person behind it, they were already gone.

***

The next Nightshades meeting took place after a month since the last one. Xavier would lie if he said he wasn't excited to have a reason talk to Val again. He didn't really spoke to her much since the last meeting. She seemed so preoccupied with everything, she always slipped away before he could muster up the courage to ask her anything more than how she's doing and how was her day. He felt this weird pull towards her he couldn't explain, his eyes seemed to act on their own, gluing his gaze onto her when she wasn't paying attention to him. The drawing of her profile was now safely hidden in his sketchbook, yet it didn't seem to help at all.

And now he was almost running towards the Allan Poe statue. He was late because of his indecisiveness about his clothes - today, out of all the days before this one, he decided to be picky about his looks.

Val's eyes followed Xavier's lanky figure as he descended down the stairs and smiled apologeticly, mumbling some sort of apology towards Bianca, who wasn't happy about his late appearance. Her heart seemed to stutter a bit at the sight of it, as she smiled at him when his eyes landed on her.

"What's his name?" She whispered in Divina's ear.

"Xavier Thorpe. Why? You like him?" She gave her a playful nudge. "He's single from what I know, you know?"

Val just laughed. Well, she did think the boy was kinda handsome with his overall tortured artist vibe going on but she barely knew him from the short conversations they had in passing.

"Thanks, gonna remember that."

***

The two plastic cups crinkled under his fingers as he set his mind on finally talking to her. He could not shake off the feeling that lingered in his chest since the last party. It was driving him crazy. Why did his visions suddenly stop? Did it have anything to do with her or was it just pure coincidence? Maybe talking to her would bring him some answers. Also, he found himself longing for her presence as he watched Kent repeatedly making her laugh.

And there it was. This teeny tiny flash of green at the edge of his vision, just as he lowered his gaze to the side. His head snapped back up so suddenly he winced, feeling his mind swim at the movement. Once again, he could not figure where it came from and he cursed under his breath. He was going insane.

He watched Val put down her empty cup and Kent finally excusing himself. This was his chance. Now or never.

"Tryin' to get me drunk, Thorpe?" She laughed at him but took the cup from his extended hand. He bit his lip, stifling a chuckle. Thankfully it was quite dark, he hoped she did not notice his pink cheeks.

"If you can get drunk on water, I'm gonna be seriously concerned for your wellbeing." He leaned against the pillar, eyeing her surprised expression with a small smile.

"How considerate of you." Her face softened a bit. "Thank you."

"So, how do you find your stay here so far?"

***

He could not believe how easy it was to talk to her - it felt as if they were there for hours. He also found himself focusing on how she laughed at his playful jabs, or how her grey eyes trained on his lips whenever he took a sip from his cup. But just when he was about to comment on it, the dimmed lights turned a bit brighter and he noticed the green again. It seemed to glimmer for a second where the light bounced off of her hair and he choked on his water so hard he went into a coughing fit.

"Xavier, are you okay?" Val's concerned voice reached his ears as she patted his back. "What happened?"

"Forgot... how... to swallow." He panted, feeling himself go red in the face, fully aware of her hand still on his back. His teary eyes bore into her hair and even now with the blurry vision, he could tell her hair was light brown, without any green undertones. How on earth could it happen then? He wanted to touch it, to feel it under his fingertips. To bring it closer, to see if it glimmered under the different angles, to make sure it would do that again. To make sure it was as soft as he imagined it to be.

"Do you dye your hair?" He blurted out instead.

"No... never had. Why do you ask?"

"Good." He answered absentmindedly, his mind racing. His mind was playing tricks on him, that was for sure. How else would he explain it?

***

He found out he wasn't going mad some time after that first incident, however the way he did it made his mind even more dazed than it was before.

He caught himself drawing her more and more often. Thinking back about the conversations they had that day, smiling to himself as he laid in bed at night, Rowan long gone into the slumber. He reminded himself of every time he made her laugh, how she touched his hands during the newly implemented class, Foreign Beings and Legends, because she noticed his hands were stained with charcoal powder. He started to purposfuly hold a piece of charcoal right before that class so she could notice it when he pulled out the chair for her to sit next to him.

That day, the Nightshades agreed upon the Lake Party as a tribute to the last warm days of the year. Xavier, drained after the archery practice he had in the morning, fell asleep right after his head hit the pillow in his then empty room.

The dream vision was blurry, as it always was, however the girl in it seemed to be a bit more defined. She was laying down on her back on what seemed to be his bed, as he looked at her from above. She moved, but not in a sleepy manner. She was writhing, hands seemed to be gripping the sheets in feverish manner. Her hair, despite not quite focused, was sporadically glinting with that god forsaken green he told himself was a figment of his imagination.

And then he felt himself being pulled down towards her and he noticed she was naked underneath him. He could almost feel her breath on his face for a second and he realised she was moaning, her head thrown back, facing away from him the second he tried to focus on her features. He felt himself moving and looked down his body only to see that he also wasn't wearing clothes. But the part that hit him the hardest, was the fact his cock was slowly sliding in and out of the girls pussy, lewd sounds following every roll of his hips. His mouth fell open at the blurry sight before his eyes, as he watched himself slowly fuck her, almost feeling her heat around him.

His skin tingled and he heared a familiar voice call out his name.

"Oh, Xavier, yes."

He looked up only to meet the familiar grey eyes for a brief moment, before they rolled up and he actually somewhat felt her pussy clench around his dick while she moaned sweet nothings in his ear. It threw him over the edge instantly and he felt he was cumming himself.

His eyes snapped back open and it took him a moment to realise he was alone in the dorm room. The blurry vision of the grey eyes inching away from his mind. That's when he felt wetness in his pants and cursed, loudly. He was gonna be late again.

***

The bonfire they managed to get going was casting a warm glow over their bodies, as they drunkenly decided to go for an almost naked swim in the lake. Their laughter echoed between the trees and splashes of water soon disrupted the calm, moonlit surface of the water.

Xavier stumbled out of his pants, almost falling into the person next to him and swung his arm around their shoulders for support. His wide grin was met with a loud laugh from Val, as she held her hands against his chest to prevent him from falling further and onto the ground. She shook her head and looked him in the eye and said something he wasn't able to hear at that point. His smile faltered, as he stared into her eyes.

Grey. Her eyes were grey.

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