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sl-ut · 1 year

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still here

pairing: joel miller x fem!reader

description: joel is older than y/n, but that’s never been a concern of hers until very recently.

warnings: UNEDITED, age gap (legal), swearing, mentions of sex, mentions of ageing, mentions of health issues, mentions of insecurities, angsty, i literally stole the final line from tlou s1e3

words: 2.3K

date posted: 29/03/23

(idk how i feel about this yet, the idea just popped into my head and i wrote it in about an hour and a half so don’t be too mad if its not great!)

Fifty-eight was not old. Y/n had been reassuring Joel of that since they had started dating. Maybe he was older than her, but that had very little to do with the way that she felt about him.

His age was among his biggest insecurities. He was a man who had lived through and was hardened by the apocalypse, while she was just a child when it happened, and was able to deal with the trauma of the world ending much better due to the fact that she simply couldn’t remember any part of her life from before. The apocalypse had taken a great toll on him, both emotionally and physically.

Twenty-odd years ago, he was a relatively young man, and a rather fit one at that. As a contractor, his body had developed and hardened from the amounts of physical labour that he was constantly performing, and while he was still physically active after the outbreak, his age made it more difficult to prevent his belly from softening and his joints from weakening. He was less willing to admit that he was insecure about his physical appearance, though he did very little to hide it. In fact, he had batted her away during their first few times having sex when she had tried to unbutton his shirt, instead choosing to stay mostly clothed while she was nearly bare. She did her best to assure him that she was very attracted to him, though it still took quite a bit of coaxing before he was willing to shed his clothes in her presence.

Her attraction was not phased by his age, in fact, it may have been accelerated by it, though she could not deny the fact that it definitely frightened her. When she first met Joel, she was a bright-eyed twenty-year old who was morbidly turned on by the sexy fifty-year old man next door, and was wildly ignorant to the looming danger when she had started a relationship with him a few years later; the world was not built for long lifespans anymore, and there would come a day when Joel would no longer be there with her. During their early relationship, Joel warned her of exactly that, but she waved him off and promised him that it didn’t scare her.

And it hadn’t, until fairly recently. She was grateful that she, Ellie, and Joel had come across Jackson; she was able to let her guard down, socialise, and thrive in the new community. She and Joel were able to settle into their new home while Ellie set up camp in the garage out back, and they could look forward to actually living rather than basic survival. The lessened worry in her life allowed her to see what was right before her for the first time.

She had comforted Joel before when he complained about the pain in his knees and hands, though she was truly seeing the effects that it was having on him since their arrival in Jackson. Just last week, the man had nearly thrown his back out from laughing a bit too hard at something that Ellie said, and his salt-and-pepper hair seemed to have lightened considerably more.

She had even noted his lowered libido, having gone from wanting her at least once a day to once or twice a week–though she was certain it wasn’t for a lack of physical attraction on his end, as he had been eager when she began to kiss him, only his body seemed to be working against his wants. That was his greatest insecurity yet, especially since it had begun happening on a more regular basis. He was always quick to apologise, offering to help her out in other ways, though she always assured him that everything was fine, and it was.

Everything was fine, but her fear of that changing was growing exponentially with every physical sign of his ageing. She did her best to hide her concerns, knowing that they would only be proof of his insecurities, and instead made an effort to keep him healthy in a more subtle manner, such as suggesting that he eats less red meat, inviting him on long evening strolls through the town, and forcing him to join her for long bubble baths to soothe his aches and pains. If he had picked up on this, he hadn’t mentioned it, and she could always tell when he did, because he would wave it off or do something ridiculous that would only end up proving her point.

Then came the final straw.

She was working in the gardens with Maria that day, chatting back and forth happily and they worked to tidy up the growing crops. They had become good friends in Y/n’s time in Jackson, bonding over their shared love for the Miller boys. Maria had been rambling, going on about something that Tommy had done to piss her off earlier that week, finishing her story with a shake of her head before she changed the subject.

“Oh, I meant to ask you,” the woman turned her head, “How’s Joel feeling today? Tommy told me about what happened, that’s an awful scare. At his age, chest pain is not something to be taken lightly–not to say that he’s old or unhealthy, but you know how it is.”

Y/n froze, tilting her head at the woman, “Tommy told you…chest pain?”

“He never told you.” Maria’s expression tightened, realising that the younger woman had no idea what she was talking about. She sighed, dropping her tools and turning to face Y/n as she placed her hands on her hips, “Look, I don’t mean to be the one causing issues between you two, but this isn’t something to mess around with. The other day, while Joel and Tommy were out on patrol, Tommy said that Joel suddenly got dizzy, weak, and was complaining about some pain in his chest. Now, in saying that, I know that he’s been to the doctor, and he’s probably got his reasons for not telling you.”

Y/n pursed her lips, face hardening at the sudden burn of tears at her waterline, “Yeah, I’m sure he did. When did you say this was?”

“Earlier this week. Tuesday, I think.”

She shook her head. It was Saturday, meaning that it had been almost an entire week since this happened and Joel had neglected to tell her. Y/n chose not to respond, quickly finishing up her work before bidding Maria goodnight, heading back to her shared house with Joel.

When she arrived, there was no response to her call, but Joel’s coat thrown on the back of the couch betrayed that he was home, and the soft sounds of his guitar coming from the back porch revealed his location. The strumming came to a stop as the backdoor creaked open, his eyes turning to face her with a soft smile.

“Hey, darlin’-” His peaceful expression shifted to one of worry when he took her in own sombre face, “What’s the matter–did something happen?”

She shook her head, shrugging as she leaned against the railing, “I don’t know, did something happen? Because today, when I was with Maria, she seemed awfully concerned about how you were feeling.”

Realisation dawned on his features, his brows furrowing as he moved the guitar out his lap and ran a hand over his face, “Baby, it’s nothin–”

“Don’t do that,” she scowled at him, “don’t tell me it’s nothing when it’s so clearly not nothing. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want you worrying about me.”

She scoffed, “Fuck, you did a great job of doing that, didn’t you? What am I supposed to do when I hear from someone else that you had to go to the infirmary almost a week ago because you had chest pain? I mean, really, that’s not something to fuck around with, especially–”

“Especially what?” He challenged, already knowing what she was thinking.

Y/n stopped, debating whether or not she wanted to say it, “Especially at your age.”

He stood up and marched to the other side of the patio and rested his hands on the railing, looking out across the small backyard. Y/n could practically feel the emotions that radiated from him; a mixture of anger, annoyance, embarrassment, and shame.

She sighed, moving to rest a hand on his back, “Joel, you know I don’t care about your age. I love you, but I need you to start taking care of yourself. This needs to be a wakeup call, I mean, it definitely is for me.”

“Why,” he huffed, “you finally coming to your senses? Finally realising that sooner or later I’m gonna–”

“Please don’t say it,” she whispered, sniffling softly as she rested her forehead in the middle of his back, “Please, please, please.”

Joel scowled, sliding away from her grasp, “About time you start to face reality, darlin’. I’m old, I’ve accepted it. Maybe you should wisen up and go find someone who’s not gonna leave you sooner or later, huh?”

Joel escaped into the house and out the front door, slamming it shut behind him. Y/n let out a shaky breath, moving to sit on the bench where Joel had been when she had gotten home, curling into herself and letting silent tears streak down her cheeks. It was only moments later when she heard her own name being called, Ellie creeping out onto the patio nervously.

Y/n wiped her cheeks, smiling weakly at the girl as she sat next to her, “Hey Jellybean.”

Ellie smiled at the name, having not heard it for a while now. She felt somewhat bad about that, having been a result of her requesting to be treated more like an adult, “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but I was just over there, so…”

Y/n smiled at the teen, curling her arm around her shoulder affectionately, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just…concerned, I guess.”

She nodded, leaning against the older female, “Are you guys gonna be okay?”

Y/n smiled at the child-like question, as if she were asking her parents if they were getting a divorce–which, to be fair, she sort of was, “Yeah, baby. We’ll be okay.”

“Are you sure?”

The uncertainty in Ellie’s voice caused her breath to catch in her throat, finally thinking over the fight. Were they okay? Maybe you should wisen up and go find someone who’s not gonna be leaving you sooner or later. Those words in themselves felt like a knife driving into her gut–was that him ending things? She had dealt with Joel’s insecurities before, but he had never blatantly told her to leave him behind, nor has he ever explicitly pointed out that he would probably die long before her. Before she could even finish her thought, her head fell forward and a loud sob escaped from her throat.

Ellie was quick to pull her into a hug, awkwardly trying to soothe her as she wept into her shoulder. She listened to her ramble on, struggling to understand everything that she was saying, frowning to herself as she made a mental note to go after Joel the moment that she felt comfortable enough to leave Y/n to herself.

– – –

Y/n’s eyes fluttered open as she felt the mattress shift beneath her. Her foggy vision took in her side of the room, dimly lit by the lamp on her bedside table before she glanced over her shoulder, finding Joel’s back as he leaned down to untie his boots. His back cracked as he straightened up, reminding her of their fight, though she was feeling more confident that he hadn’t broken up with her considering that he had come to bed with her.

She reached out tiredly, fingers brushing over his back as she murmured his name. He turned his head slightly to acknowledge her, but he didn’t entirely face her.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, voice hoarse from crying, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know,” he sighed, finally twisting his body to sit sideways on the mattress. His own face showed signs of stress, and his eyes were rimmed with red, “I know, baby. I’m sorry too.”

Joel apologising was no small feat, that much she knew. Normally when they fought, he would give a simple you were right and do something nice for her, but it was very rare for him to actually apologise.

“It’s just…” she pushed herself to sit up, “I know you don’t like to think about this, but it’s really scary for me. I’m not stupid, I know you’re older than me and I know that there’s no stopping the inevitable–” she choked, “but I won’t apologise for trying to prolong it as much as possible.”

He dropped his head, “I know, I’m scared too. Just the thought of leaving you here all on your own…”

She crawled across the bed, smoothly working her way onto his lap and engulfing him in a tight hug. The weight of his arms around her pulled yet another sob out of her throat. His large hands found purchase on her back, sliding up and down her spine as his chest shook with his own tears.

She pulled her head out of his neck, staring up at him with large, teary eyes. Her hand came up to cup his cheek, forcing him to meet her eyes, “Please let me help you. I’m not ashamed of you or your age, but I don’t know how I’m gonna live without you, so please tell me next time.”

He nodded, “I’m sorry. For not tellin’ you, and for being so fuckin’ old.”

“I like you older,” she snorted, fingers stroking along his furry jawline, “it means you’re still here.”

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lovandr · 3 months

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Felix Catton the type of guy to suck breast during sex. like he just wants to be as intimate and close to you as he can and he also loves touching and kissing every part of you. like he 100% one day was kissing down towards the boob area and sucked a little and decided he liked it

mdni! 18+

Felix sucking brest??? i think the fuck yes. I mean felix has an oral fixation why wouldn’t he wanna suck a lil tittie? (i severely apologise for my lack of activity… school is killing me rn)

it started off as gentle and soft kisses on your tits, little kitten licks to your nipples. he would lick up the crevice between them, rubbing his cheek against your chest as if he were trying to nuzzle his way into your ribcage and make a home in your heart. he wants you, he needs you.

he would leave burning bruises on the area above your breast, his other hand making sure to entertain your remaining tit. how could he ignore them? they were so beautiful, so soft and warm and oh so kissable.

the first time he really indulged himself, the two of your were lazily making out, felix right arm wrapped round your waist, the other resting on your right boob, squeezing and rubbing at the soft skin. he focused almost primarily on your breasts, kneading the flesh, looking down as if he wanted to say something. you ran a hand through his soft brown hair, his eyes instantly coming to look at you. he looked dazed and desperate, so needy and unfulfilled. he wanted something but he didn’t know how to ask.

“what the problem baby?” his eyes seem to shimmer at the nickname, his hips buck upward gently into your leg, a soft groan wantonly escaping his soft pink lips. “what is it my love?” you ask again, running your hand down to his cheek and bringing him closer to your chest. that almost killed him. your boobs pressed right up against his face, he could smell yoyr scent, so intoxicating so sweet.

“can i suck your tits please? i promise i’ll be good, i’ll be so good for you.”, he pleaded, eyes so full of love and adoration. he looked so pretty begging for you, begging to taste you. how could you deny him. “its okay fi, you can have a taste.” he latched onto you immediately after, his lips so softly sucking at your nipple. after that he couldn’t get enough. it was like there was nothing else going through his mind, the taste of your boobs encapsulated him. he sucked almost feverishly, as if he had been anticipating that very moment, and perhaps he had.

it felt almost too good, the warmth of his tongue so soothing against the skin of your tits. his teeth gently bite the hardened bud sending shockwaves through your body, your skin tingling with excitement and pleasure. his big, hand massaging and teasing your other nipple. he looked up at you, eyes so full of love and warmth. god it could have made you cum right there and then.

You cradled his head in your hand, your fingers laced in his hair, your nails scratching lightly at his scalp, making him nuzzle into your touch. The moment was so intimate it almost didn’t feel sexual. he swapped over to your other nipple, he almost laid fully on top of your body, gently rutting his hips against your thigh. he whimpered and whined quietly, the plush soft skin of your tits and the friction of his boxers on his cock made his sweet little head fuzzy and clouded with you. You. You. if you tried to touch him he’d whine. he doesn’t give a fuck about how he feels he just wants to be close to you. he could (and probably would) suck on your tits all day if you let him. the two of you laid grinding against each other as felix indulged himself in the sweetness of your breasts, his head in the clouds, not a care in the world.

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kirain · 2 months

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Bg3 companions as college roommates?

Wyll: Despite being a legacy admission, he isn't at all what you expected. In fact, he causes you to reexamine your own personal biases. He's rich, but humble. Privileged, but generous. Popular, but not because he's the son of a duke—in fact, he keeps that detail close to his chest—but because he devotes most of his free time to charity work. He also throws the wildest parties.

Lae'zel: A foreign exchange student. She's often crude and standoffish, constantly bragging that her education is superior. You don't get along at first, but you soon realise she's homesick and completely out of her element. You offer to help her adjust and she reluctantly, though gratefully, accepts. While you aren't sure if that makes you friends, she at least stops calling you "kainyank".

Karlach: This woman is insane. She doesn't take her studies seriously and always crams before exams, but somehow she always passes! You feel a tinge of jealousy, since you lack the same good fortune, but you can't hate her. It's impossible. She's a sweetheart who teaches you the definition of fun, often helping you unwind when you need to most.

Astarion: You don't get much of a chance to know him, as he sleeps all day and only attends night classes. What's worse, he gets expelled within the first week of attendance. You never figure out what he did or why, you only know that the chancellor seemed deeply, deeply traumatised.

Gale: Kind, attentive, eager to help you with your homework. He's a stellar roommate in every single way ... except for one. He has a habit of running questionable experiments in your dorm, often late into the night, which deprives you of valuable sleep. But he always apologises with a home-cooked meal, so you let it slide. Plus he has a cat.

Shadowheart: She's very tight-lipped and always turns out the lights, even when you're studying. You're not sure how to feel about her when you first meet, as she's rather aloof and melancholy. Halfway though the semester, however, she suffers a debilitating crisis of faith, which you happily help her overcome. When all is said and done, she considers you her new family.

Jaheira: She's more like a mother than a roommate. You learn quick that she's a strict taskmaster; you will not leave a mess around the dorm. Cleanliness shows dedication, after all. But you appreciate that. She cares. She wants you to succeed, despite barely knowing you, and she's always willing to listen when you need a shoulder to cry on.

Minsc: Heavens above, he's the dumbest man you've ever met. Part of you wonders how he even passed the entrance exam, until you discover he didn't. He failed. He's not a student. He just hangs around because he likes you. Yet, for some reason, you find that strangely endearing. Loud and clueless as he is, you feel safe when he's about, and you're quite fond of his hamster.

Halsin: He's the true definition of a "gentle giant". A chipper jock with a passion for nature and activity. He often drops keen wisdom that aids in your schoolwork, as well as your personal life, making him a near perfect roommate.

...If only he stopped bringing home dates for his late night hanky panky. You can't sleep.

Minthara: She isn't a roommate, you're just in her room. You should count yourself lucky she tolerates your presence at all. And you better not slack off, because if you do she will report you to the dean. School isn't a joke, and she expects you to take it seriously. Some people would kill to be in your position.

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enwoso · 4 hours

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Hi can you write a Lucy bronze x reader. Reader is the shy one of the team and during teamnights and interviews reader is very reserved. With Lucy she isn’t as shy. Lucy helps reader slowly get out her shell (some fluff :))

JUST NOT ME — lucy bronze

*i truly apologise for the lack of posts in the past few days, i’ve had a hectic few days and i’ve been focused on studying so sorry if this sucks — posts will probably be a bit inconsistent over the next few weeks but i’ll be as active as i can<3*

"you excited?" beth asked as the car pulled into the entrance of st george's park, the familiar surroundings bringing a small smile to your face. this was your first call up to the england squad in almost a year, having been out with the dreaded ACL injury.

"i guess" you shrugged, beth shaking her head in amusement. you didn't really know how to explain it, of course you were excited, who wouldn't be happy playing for their country but you were almost nervous, what if you weren't up the standard of others in the group.

"always the women of few words!" beth joked, one you had heard many times as the arsenal girls loved to tease you about how quiet you were but that's just how you were cause not everyone was her.

they didn’t know that you needed a chance to warm up to people before you let them into your bubble, they didn’t know that even though because you don’t say a lot that you aren’t paying attention as you notice every persons small habits they have. cause not everyone was her.

you were a listener and not someone who could sit and chat someone's ears off for ever more than a day like the likes of beth mead and ella toone could do so effortlessly without even realising.

but maybe that's what lucy liked so much about you.

you and lucy had been together just nearing two years now, the two of you had known of each other for a while it wasn't until a night out in london with the lionesses that leah had dragged you to after you had said for days on end that you weren’t going, that you and lucy spoke to each other.

you sitting in the corner of the club, drink in hand as you watched millie and rachel on the karaoke a small smile on your face at their singing which was not the slightest in tune at all.

lucy spotting you sat alone slipping in the booth with you before asking you why you weren't doing karaoke like everyone else, you shrugging at the girls question before she asked you if you wanted to do it with her.

you face going red as you almost immediately shook your head, but lucy being lucy had her mission for the night and that was to get you to do karaoke, and to which she succeeded after sitting and having a few more drinks with you.

and from that night, the rest was history.

you rolled your eyes at beth's comment as she chuckled to herself getting out the cab first, getting her luggage as you followed close behind her, thanking the driver as you headed into the entrance of st george's park.

taking in the familiar surroundings, as you looked around noticing the few changes since the last time you were here.

"i'm not holding these doors open for the good of my own health, hurry up!" beth pointed out, her thick northern accent bouncing off the walls as she was stood in the doorway of the lift, pulling you out of your trace as you hurried to get into the lift. pressing the buttons on the side of the wall for the floor you needed.

you and beth getting out of the lift on the same floor, you noticing your girlfriend as she had her back turned the opposite way, a smile appearing on your face.

beth nudging you, "go on!" she whispered as you said a small bye to the blonde as she walked the opposite way.

"your here!" a voice cheered which you knew all too well, lucy stood at the end of the hallway in front of her room door as you stopped your suitcase at your own door.

you smiled seeing the girl, your smile getting bigger with every step she took closer to before engulfing you in a tight hug. your whole body relaxing in hers, the smell of her perfume that you had missed.

“of course i’m here?” you smiled confused at her reaction to seeing you stood in the hallway. “well the media was saying you were gonna withdraw because of an irritation in your knee” she admitted a small frown on her face at the mention of your knee, knowing how hard and the amount of hours you had put in just to get back to the level you were at just last year.

“baby, you do know i would tell you before i even told sarina if i was going to withdraw don’t you?” you asked her, your hands finding their way up the back of her training top, your girlfriend having been here since early as she’d had an early flight to catch this morning.

“yeah”

"anyways, i've missed you" you mumbled into her neck, nestling your head as her hands fell to your lower back you feeling her smile against your forehead as she kissed it.

"i've missed you too love" she smiled as you looked up with a lovesick smile on your face. lucy pressing small kisses to your cheeks, nose and chin before finally pressing a soft kiss to your lips — which you would be dammed to say that you hadn't missed.

it was hard at times being away from your girlfriend for weeks on end as she played in barcelona and you were playing in north london at arsenal. having to schedule weeks in advance of when you would next be able to see each other.

but it made moments like these all the more worth it.

when you would finally be reunited and be in her arms again. sometime you think the distance made the two of you closer in a weird way as you felt as though you cherished you time together more.

"you coming down to lunch?" your girlfriend asked as she pressed your foreheads together, the smile never leaving either of your faces. you nodded, "yeah, let me just put my bag in and chance my shoes"

lucy hummed as she let you go from the hug, grabbing your suitcase for you as you rummaged around your pocket for your room key, the green light flashing as you pushed the handle down.

the door shutting with a click as you opened your suitcase finding your sliders to slip on, “baby, you got another pair!” lucy whisper yelled, pointing to your pink crocs that you were pulling out of your suitcase as she sat at the end of the bed watching you.

“yeah?”

“so what? that makes it seven pairs you’ve got now!” lucy said exaggerating the amount, as you huffed rolling your eyes as if she didn’t have trainers lined up on her bedroom floor.

“three actually” you sassed standing up and checking your hair in the mirror as lucy pulled a face at you, you doing one back to her.

“now quit your complaining, i want food!” you smiled sweetly at your girlfriend grabbing her hand and pulling her up from the bed as she pecked your lips quickly before you left your room not before checking that you had your phone and key card to actually get back into your room.

walking down hand in hand with lucy to where food was being served, as you filled each other in on the journey here. lucy’s sounding a lot more exciting then your two hour car journey consisting of views of trees and beth chatting your ears off about anything and every.

saying a small hello to others that you hadn’t seen since arriving before grabbing something to eat and sitting on a table just the two of you.

"on sunday, i went for breakfast with my mum and you know all she spoke about was you!" you complained as lucy had a smirk on her face as she put another forkful of food into her mouth, nodding alone to what you were saying.

"that's because i'm her favourite" lucy laughed as you rolled your eyes. “clearly, it’s so annoying-“ you began before being cut off by two blondes joining you at the table.

"how do you do that?" leah asked, directing her question more at lucy than you, as she sat down beth following behind the captain. as the two sat down at the table you and lucy were sat at.

"do what?" lucy asked, confusion taking over her face as she looked to you who shrugged putting another forkful of food in your mouth.

"get y/n to have a conversation!" leah pointed to you as you felt your cheeks go a little red as a small smile appeared on your face, as lucy looked back to the blonde and the two others still not really understanding what leah was trying to get at.

"we always have a conversation?" lucy shrugged as if it was nothing, cause to her it was. you had never really spoken to lucy until she had brought you out your shell. lucy knew you were more reserved when it came to talking to others, you would speak but it would be very few words.

but she wouldn’t change it for the word cause even if you didn’t say anything back she knew you were always listening and taking in everything she was saying.

beth and leah began to recount all the the times they had talked to you and you only ever gave them a one word answer, the two pleading with lucy to tell them her ways.

"really? y/n over here is a little chatterbox!" lucy smiled over to you as you awkwardly smiled at the two not really knowing what to say.

"she's not at shy as she likes to let everyone think she is!" she bumped your shoulder, as you rolled your eyes the sound of your fork tinkering against the plate in front as beth and leah’s mouth hang wide open in shock.

"no i refuse to believe it, how!"

"your just not me" lucy joked, the four of you beginning to laugh as you nodded your head in agreement, "i mean your not entirely wrong"

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lucybronze no one compares ☺️

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youruser awh how cute

-> lucybronze no i meant no one compares to me?

-> youruser your ego is sickening at times.

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bird-inacage · 6 months

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Only Friends Finale: Ray & Sand vs Boeing

Admittedly it's taken me a few days to unpack the resolution to the Boeing conflict (aka final boss arc), how Ray and Sand went about this, and how they came out of it unscathed as a couple. There’s a fair bit to cover here so hang in there folks - this is a long one.

Sand's Uncertainty: Questioning the Present or Tributing the Past?

I can see why people had grievances about Sand not being more assertive, why he allowed Boeing to kiss him, why he wasn't definitive when Ray accused him of still having feelings for Boeing if he did not.

The scene in which Sand apologises to Ray briefly touches on this but doesn’t really convey the extent of it. By Sand's own admission, it is hugely difficult to be confronted by someone you used to love, especially a first love. Sand had planned his hopes, dreams and future with Boeing very much in the picture. Boeing's sudden return brought that all back and the lack of closure that came with it. Sand’s hesitancy to act is not due to a resurgence of his feelings from back then, but rather the nostalgia and sentimentality attached to this chapter of his life. Boeing very knowingly plays on this too.

During the pool scene, Sand hasn't made this distinction yet, and is generally lacking clarity on what exactly he feels for Boeing. So when Ray suggests they kiss to find out, Sand does question himself. The 'what if' from his past makes him wonder; an open-ended question he never got an answer to. 'What if Boeing came back to me?' But indulging in such a curiosity is never going to be satisfactory because the circumstances are no longer the same. Time has moved on and Sand along with it.

I believe Sand was also keen to pass Ray's test. He later refers to the kiss as Ray 'challenging' him to do it. We've seen him rise to Ray's goading before, only he's never quite as assured in his execution as he thinks he is. The most obvious example being when Ray suggests they have sex first and initiate a friendship second. Sand agrees with a sense of misplaced confidence that Ray will be hung up on him, when he's promptly the one to catch feelings. As much as Sand tries to be objective, he's consistently tripped up by emotion. Boeing's return is no different. His downfall is that he cares too much.

The way Sand behaves when Boeing kisses him is extremely telling. It feels like an attempt at muscle memory, retracing something he can't quite recall anymore. He looks lost, detached, slightly thrown and overpowered in Boeing's presence. This may be residual patterns of behaviour caused by Boeing controlling the end to their relationship. This is in stark contrast to how Sand kisses Ray, which is passionate, needy, mutually engaged and eager.

Sand's inability to push back against Boeing's advances is because his judgement is coloured by their history, their shared past, the feelings he used to have for Boeing. Not by the present. In an ask I received last week, I mention that Sand's apparent leniency is out of politeness, a final act of kindness even. It's his way of saying 'I don't like what you did to me but I'm trying to be civil because I owe it to who we once were to each other.' Sand's attributing that last bit of leniency to the Boeing he used to love, not the Boeing in the here and now.

Sand doesn't like to hold grudges. If someone apologises to him sincerely, he can let it go. When Ray does this back in Episode 1, he immediately forgives him. Since Sand has now moved on, it doesn't serve any purpose to harbour animosity with Boeing or to go out of his way to actively hate him. It's a lot of wasted energy to be resentful and Sand has far better things to do. So when Boeing makes his reappearance, Sand's initial reaction is not anger. Therefore I do believe his sentiment to "let bygones be bygones", which may explain why he was willing to let a few indiscretions slide. What he didn't anticipate is that Boeing would try to manipulate him, and cause a wedge in his newfound happiness with Ray as a result. Having his final act of decency thrown back in his face was rightly the last straw for Sand, and irrefutable confirmation that he doesn't owe Boeing anything. Sand wants to continue looking forward, not back.

Ray's Ultimatum

As much as I praise Ray for being noticeably more level-headed and mature in this episode, he still falls prey to being over-zealous; boxing Sand into an highly uncomfortable and sexually charged battle between himself and Boeing. Ray initially expects Sand to take responsibility, even if Boeing is the instigator. Largely because Ray presumes what Sand is feeling. "You still love him," he claims, though Sand is yet to confirm or deny. And that is the exact genesis for Ray's concern, because he can't fathom why Sand is puzzling over what this means to him and why he can't provide an immediate answer.

The fact that Ray thinks Sand's kiss with Boeing proves he's "second string" is absurdly untrue. Anyone with eyes can see Sand is miles more passionate and responsive with Ray. "Anyone can see he wants you back," Ray echoes (ironically), which is later debunked by Mew. It just goes to show how blindsided you can be when you're in the situation itself. Ray is misinterpreting this as a 'me vs Boeing' issue but it's really not about that at all. Sand isn't trying to compare the two. Neither is he planning to make a choice between them, because that wasn't even on his radar. What Sand is unsure of is how he feels about Boeing, irrespective of Ray. He never managed to reconcile his feelings for Boeing after his betrayal.

I don't think Ray is wrong for demanding that Sand determine this. However, the man probably had emotional whiplash from seeing his ex and boyfriend in the same room together, let alone watching them aggressively make out, all in one night. Sand was hoping to deal with this on his own terms, without Ray complicating the equation. Whilst Ray proceeds to do exactly that, hastily jumping the gun in order to provoke the answers out of Sand by force.

Essentially they wanted the same result but didn't discuss it. So it’s no surprise when their separate approaches don't sit right with one another. Sand appears far too permissive and ambiguous by Ray's standards, and Ray appears far too irrational and defiant by Sand's. This is partly due to Ray feeling compelled to intervene as Sand was struggling to be decisive, but Ray is also hugely impatient by nature.

Once Mew tells Ray that Boeing is intentionally trying to rock the boat, Ray recognises this is no longer Sand's burden to resolve alone. His concerns rested on the belief that Boeing genuinely wanted Sand back, and attempts to display guilt or regret may have tugged on Sand's heartstrings, causing him to waver. But since there's no truth to this, there's no basis for Sand giving him another chance. Sand's past with Boeing is very much 'dead and buried', with Boeing being the one who put the nails in the coffin.

Mutual Respect or Ownership?

By the time Ray and Sand have their final confrontation with Boeing, they are both on level footing. They have aligned their intentions. When Ray says "he's my boyfriend", what he's saying is 'his problems are my problems'. Similarly when Boeing quips "that's up to him", Ray retorts with "that's up to me too". This is what they've learnt from their earlier run-in with Boeing. As a couple, they will stand as a united front going forward.

Ray defending Sand on his behalf does not belittle him in any way. Sand allows him to do it. You see the air of pride he has in watching Ray fight for him. Besides, Ray is merely saying what Sand is already thinking, he's just allowing him the satisfaction of hitting back at Boeing for trying to demean his position at Sand's new boyfriend. What little leniency Sand may have reserved for Boeing is now gone because he actively tried to exploit Sand's good will and patience.

This is further supported when Sand states himself as being owned by Ray (only because Boeing started the analogy of referring to him as a dog). Sand is purely making a point about his loyalty. His loyalty will be steadfast based on the sincerity of the recipient. Ray has proven himself worthy of Sand's loyalty, and that's why he's happy to let Ray take control or be more dominant at times. You can only do this with someone you truly trust.

Though declarations of ownership such as 'you're mine', 'you belong to me' can sound like there is an inherent power play, but actually the language of 'owning' someone is a more possessive way of saying 'I take responsibility for this person and their wellbeing'. If I own them and they belong to me, I will be responsible for their everything.

As Sand has generally taken the care-taker role in their relationship, Ray's way of returning this sentiment is often through this love language, "I'll handle it." "They're gonna have to deal with me." The least Ray feels he can do is to defend his boyfriend's best interests and honour if the situation ever calls for it. Sand no longer has to deal with things on his own.

#only friends #only friends the series #ofts #only friends meta #ray x sand #sand x ray #raysan #sanray #khaofirst #firstkhao #first kanaphan #khaotung thanawat #we love to see growth #i had so many thoughts to cover in this one #this is why i love them #their conflicts are very layered and complex

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bountycancelled · 6 months

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monster trio + sensitive/angry reader who's pmsing

opla x reader

requested: yes, but reqs are closed right now<3

genre: headcanons, no pronouns used, no use of y/n, reader has periods but gender isn't specified.

a/n: not taking reqs for now since I'm writing my finals and also working on an smau. but I am taking commissions if anyone is interested, totally not a must at all♡ unedited, no caps on purpose, its also a little short, but I hope you enjoy it!

☆luffy☆

–1000/10. brushes off your sour mood with a cheery smile and nothing floating around in his eyes.

if you were hoping that he would act a little more... sensibly during this less bearable part of your cycle, then you're dead wrong. boy is completely clueless.

everytime you lash out at him or otherwise act way more emotionally than you usually do, he genuinely doesn't think anything of it.

if you explain to him that your hormones are the reason for your behaviour, he'll just shrug and carry on as usual.

he doesn't necessarily understand how your body works, but he'll do anything you ask if it means making this time for you better to manage.

cuddling with you when you're in pain, comforting you when you get overly emotionally or giving you space. (this one's really hard for him, not because he can't be away from you, he just keeps forgetting and walking into the room your in to talk to you)

overall, this brown-eyed, straw hat wearing pirate may not be a pms expert, but he'll sure as he'll try his best for you. (no sharing food though, so don't ask.)

☆zoro☆

extremely perceptive, so he notices something is off about you, but shares that same lack of knowledge that luffy has.

he's also not the most emotional or confrontational person, if you want to talk about whatevers bothering you, then you know where to find him. he's not going to actively seek out answers.

he can take you attitude and mood swings like a champ too, so it's only when he overhears you chatting with nami about your period pain kicking your ass that he puts 2 and 2 together.

again, he's not exactly sure how to help you, this isn't a problem he can solve with his swords. so, he offers you the next best thing in his opinion, sleep. and lots of it.

if you're sad, he'll let you cuddle him until you eventually pass out (he's as stiff as a cardboard box when you're wrapped around him, but he's trying, okay?) if you're angry, he'll train with you until you can't get a word out, let alone think pissy thoughts, and you'll both nap on the closest comfy surface.

he always falls asleep before you tbh, buuuuuut. he always wakes up before you, still as he can be, making sure that you don't stir in your sleep, seeing as it's one of your only respites to the highs and lows of highschool footba– I mean, of your hormones. its not much, but he hopes that his presence serves as a comfort to you.

☆sanji☆

out of the three, he's the most likely to be hurt by your change in behaviour.

knowing sanji, he probably thinks that he's done something to encite your sudden moods and he'll seek you our immediately to apologise for whatever he's done that's made you act like this.

when you explain to him the actual situation, he calms down for a split second because now he knows he hasn't done anything to upset you, and then immediately goes into caring partner mode.

although he prides himself on knowing women better than most men, he's a bit clueless in this regard. but, if there's one thing he truly does know the ins and out of, it's you. your likes, dislikes, dreams, pet peeves, he'll pull out all the stops, each and every single action of his that you've ever talked about in a positive manner, he'll do.

I'm talking cuddles, compliments, cooking meals for you odd hours of the night when you're craving something specific, he'll do it all, if it means making this a little easier for you to deal with.

and though it pains him deeply to be away from you for any reason, he's grateful that you distance yourself whenever you're a bit snappy. he's sensitive by nature, and he'll come sprinting to you once you've cooled off a bit, ready to smother you with love once again.

#one piece #one piece live action #opla #opla headcanons #opla zoro #opla x reader #opla sanji #op luffy #opla spoilers #one piece sanji #one piece zoro #one piece luffy #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #one piece x oc

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biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer · 10 days

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Uhm,,,, may I ask for geo x shy reader (whatever format you want, im just starving for geo content) (´·ω·`)

Diffidence (Geo x Shy! MC/Reader)

Thank you for the ask Anon! I had fun writing this one (albeit, as someone who isn't even remotely shy, I want to apologise if the shyness part seemed inaccurate). Hope you enjoy! :D - Signed by biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer

Diffidence: modesty or shyness resulting from a lack of self-confidence.

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Geo wasn’t the shy type. He never was, nor ever planned to be. Unfortunately, you were.

He never understood how someone as…dare he say…beautiful and smart as you could be so insecure of yourself. Even actively talking yourself down, trying to doll yourself up to appease the gazes of people who’d never appreciate you. Not in the way he did anyway.

When Crowe first introduced you to him, and the others, you tried asking him about Hyugo, about why he even hung out with Crowe and company; and all it took for you to become antsy was a couple seconds of intense eye-contact. Sure, he was irked by the former query, but it didn't mean he was irked by YOU.

It didn’t even register in his head at the time that someone could be as shy as you. But he wasn’t planning on letting others take advantage of it.

He’s seen first-hand how cruel other people at this school can be, and he wasn’t going to let them lay a finger on you (if someone already did, they’re dead)

Everytime someone remotely dodgy approached you, asking for a favour, or for ‘help’ with ‘something’, he’d nonchalantly drag you elsewhere, ensuring that you were again safe. That you didn't have to do anything they requested of you.

He would try to be less cold with you, especially since he was starting to become extremely somewhat fond of you.

He would make attempts to get you to join the Archery Club, so he could see you more often assist (and subtly praise) you whenever you did well; which was always. You get the bullseye each time. He trains you well. (A bit *too* well some have noticed).

He’d 110% death-stare anyone who tried talking to you after that, didn’t matter if they seemed nice or not, they aren’t trustworthy, not like him.

If you become a target of bullies? They’ll end up hospitalised. Rumours? Person who started them will magically vanish without a trace. He doesn’t care, he’s got enough money to buy this whole city and not make a dent in his funds. The city cops love a good bribe.

Tries to slowly grow closer to you during Archery, hoping that you will warm up to him, become less antsy around him; and eventually (to his unbounding relief), you start talking.

You tell him about your interests, your likes, dislikes, worst fear, what classes you had; and he’s entranced. He doesn’t even care if he spends all day there anymore, he enjoys your voice too much. Also remembers everything you tell him.

You start talking to him more, and all he can do is relish in the fact that he’s befriending one of the kindest, prettiest, smartest people he’s ever met.

Oh, if you like Crowe? You won’t soon enough, Geo will make sure of that. He won’t harm Crowe’s reputation or try to paint him as a monster, but expect Crowe to become way busier than usual.

Will start randomly muttering compliments to you; sometimes you hear them, to which he denies…but deep down you know he sung your praises, and it fills you with warmth; because you know he isn’t the type to lie to his friends.

“Ugh, Brittney’s so pretty.”

“Not as much as you.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re excused.” (you’re not).

Will send you a gift on your birthday, Valentine’s Day (he’ll make an exception to hating it if it means seeing you happy), Halloween, Christmas, he doesn’t care. Any occasion to give you something is a good one.

Will ask you out…eventually…maybe in a few decades (jkjk)

But when he does, his stoic face will crack, possibly for the first time ever, and he’ll smile. (You can’t handle it he’s too beautiful)

Will ensure you know how highly he thinks of you every single day, along with letting you be the only person to hold his hand.

Will treasure you. Will tell you secrets after a while, will remind you that you can say how you feel around him, and you better start believing it.

As long as you’re comfortable, safe and happy around him, he's content.

#tkatb #geo subaru oogami #reminder that geo is superior #the kid at the back #geo oogami #hopefully i got the shyness part at least somewhat right #first fanfic in a looooooooooooooooooooooooooong time #ps dont be afraid to ask for more fanfics #i will improve i swear #so uh #yeah #enjoy #livelaughlovegeo

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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AITA for making my fiancee do extra flights to pick me up and drop me off again?

For context, I'm 24M and my fiancee is 26NB. I'm disabled and can't fly alone because of it, though to be honest even if I was able-bodied I likely still wouldn't be able to due to also having AvPD.

We're in a long-distance relationship - I live in Scotland, and she lives in Indiana, USA. We've met up several times before, all of which were her flying out to visit me with me paying for all of her flights and our accommodation etc. We began to talk about moving in together and getting her a Visa to live here, but her family understandably said they wanted to meet me first (she still lives with her parents), so I agreed that before focusing on any of that I would visit her there for a few weeks as well to meet her relatives and let her show me around like I had with her.

Since I'd paid for all of her visits here, the agreement would be that she'd pay for my flight there this time. However at the time I made it pretty clear that if I couldn't find anyone to go with me (which was doubtful from the beginning as all of my family work full-time and I don't have many IRL friends who'd be able to travel with me for weeks at a time) it would be a case of "either I have to get picked up or I can't go at all". She agreed to this and said she'd be fine with doing that as long as I paid for those flights, which I was more than happy to do as they're a favour/accommodation for me.

To try and ease the pain-in-the-ass'ness of her having to do an extra trip out here and back just for me, we arranged for her to stay here with me for a week before and a week after so it's not a case of her getting off a plane, grabbing me, and getting on another plane and she can have a break. Accommodation is all sorted for that and everything already which I'm paying for as well. Everything's been booked and she seemed totally fine with this (beyond some understandably minor grumbling about how annoying and tiring it'll be to do the extra flights which like, fair, it will be).

However, after the tickets were booked, pretty much everyone she knows blew up at me over those extra flights. As far as I'm aware her parents/friends knew that's what we'd need to do, but I guess were holding out hope I'd be able to get someone to come with me, which unfortunately I wasn't (and trust I asked everyone I possibly could because I wasn't really looking forward to throwing out the extra £2k as a disabled person who can't work either), and now that it was confirmed my fiancee would have to be doing the extra trips they were really angry about her doing it.

Her parents have, for lack of a better term, gone completely berserk. Her mom has locked herself in her room, her dad came into her room while we were on call to scream that she wasn't going and that it made no sense, that if I couldn't fly by myself then they aren't going to let her move in with me either, they removed my name from their family signs and shit, it's a whole thing. They've basically completely frozen me out over these extra trips. I know at least one of her friends is also incredibly angry at me for 'making' her do it, and has told my fiancee something along the lines of "If I ever meet him I'll be sure to make him feel guilty for this" and as far as I know has actively said they hate me over it. Everyone is telling her to cancel the trip over it, which we can't do because we just spent thousands on non-refundable tickets (and which we don't want to do anyway!).

My fiancee was taking the "Why don't they understand you're disabled?" route to me but I was worried she was saying something else to them and that's why they were so angry, but I've double and triple checked with her that she's not actually secretly super against the idea, and she confirmed again that beyond her being a little annoyed about the extra time/effort it's fine and she's down to do it and that she understands why we have to do it this way. I've apologised over and over because I KNOW it's complicated and annoying and inconvenient and if there was another way I could find I would love to take it. I've tried to do everything I can to make up for it, cover everything financially, give her the extra buffers of time before and after so it's not just a pick-up drop-off trip and is just like an extra visit here, I can't think of what else to do to make it better for her and everyone else.

But her family and friends' reactions have made me second guess everything like - is this more than just an annoying inconvenience? Am I being completely unreasonable by asking her to do it at all? It seems like everyone did a complete 180 on their attitudes towards me over it and it's making me wonder if it's actually way bigger than I can see.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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All Yandere's reactions to you giving them the silent treatment!

Requested by an anon

— The Detective

Charlie is a rather cold-hearted yandere, if he upset you, he wouldn't care too much.

That being said, he wasn't actually aware he upset you this time— after all, you've never reacted like this before.

He's almost happy about it, getting to see a new reaction out of you. Interesting as always.

'Two can play at that game,' is his thought process, not talking to you or paying you much mind outside of his usual stalking activities.

The Detective really didn't expect you to keep ignoring him for this long, but now it's been a week, and his irritation is starting to show.

His work focus is starting to wane, which is rare for him, but his brain is taken up by intrusive thoughts of worry. He's fine with you being petty for now— but what if you never talk to him again?

What if you try to talk to someone else?!

No, Charlie couldn't handle all his work on you being undone. He'll have to do something.

You find yourself cornered in your home, his arms by your sides as he glares you up and down.

'What do I need to do for you to acknowledge me again, huh?'

You try to move your head away, but he grabs you by the chin and forces you to look at him.

'Just... I just want you to apologise,' you tell him.

'Fine.' He bites his tongue and swallows his pride, refusing to meet your eye. 'I'm sorry. Are you going to talk to me, now?'

'Are you going to let go of me?'

'Youre pushing your luck, sweetie.'

— The Childhood Friend

· She's completely paranoid from the second you start not answering her questions.

This is out of character for you, you wouldn't do this to the one person who's looking out for you, would you?

Eli knows her questioning can be invasive, but whatever hit a nerve with you was only essential knowledge for her! She couldn't live with herself if someone else knew something she didn't— but she's also struggling with the guilt she feels over pushing you on it.

'There's nothing to worry about, okay? There's nobody listening, so just talk to me, already!' She'll plead endlessly.

She doesn't want to blame herself— that would mean she's a bad friend, a bad lover! No, no, it has to be someone elses fault.

So that's what The Childhood Friend leads with, and goes out of her way to construct a fake narrative where someone is clearly manipulating you into not talking to her.

How could she have been so foolish as to let this happen? I guess that means she'll have to keep you on an even tighter leash, for now.

It's all for your protection, of course! No-one should treat you so awfully and lie about your best friend ever again...

'I'm sorry for this, love, but you understand how it is. After all we've been through, you shouldn't just go ignoring me for so long.'

— The Worshipper

At first, it takes a while for him to notice you're trying to give him the silent treatment. It's normal for him to not talk to you for a few days, and just watch from the shadows. He understands that you're a busy person...

It's when he actually makes an attempt at talking to you, and isn't met with the usual chipper response, his world immediately falls apart.

The Worshipper never thought he'd experience heartbreak this catastrophic— all he can think of to justify you not talking to him is that he's being punished by some higher force.

You're his everything, and now you're being taken away from his watchful eye. It's as if his life is crumbling around him.

All those times he told you he loved you, over and over and over, and like his anxieties told him, it was not enough to keep you.

(In reality, you just needed a short break from his advances, but your lack of clarification made him immediately assume that you never wanted to see him again.)

So he makes himself scarce— if his darling doesn't want to see him, he simply won't be seen! Whether that means confining himself to complete solitude, or keeping an even further distance and keeping himself from looking directly at you.

The only way to get him to stop avoiding you is to seek him out, and have a long talk about it all.

The majority of his side will be apologies, and asking how he can repent for acting so overzealous with you— but it's a conversation nonetheless.

— The Queen Bee

• The Queen Bee's starting to regret letting you into her friend group— sure, it may have been an efficient way of raising your status, but now you have people to talk to when you're avoiding her!

'That's just not right at all,' Anya thinks, 'I'm flawless! Even if I slipped up on something, I always make sure to make it charming...'

Above all else, the silent treatment makes her frustrated. Nobody's ever been able to keep it up for long, not her parents, not her friends, nobody! So why were you heing so difficult?

There's no way she'll let her plan be derailed by you not talking to her, she'll try her hardest to find other ways to communicate and make out that the two of you are still together.

Your phone gets blown up on your social media one morning, only for it to be something a little concerning. You knew Anya was rather manipulative when she wanted to be, but this was next level...

People throughout the school had found your personal account and were messaging you with flurries of questions— you didn't even know half these people by name!

What she had orchestrated was a rumour that you had cheated on her, and that's why you were acting strange— but always playing the angel, Anya 'forgave you' for it and you're still in a relationship.

The both of you knew it was completely false, but it was either swallow your pride and talk to her again as if everything was normal, or deal with harassment from all the people who were already jealous of your unearned idol-like status.

The Queen Bee is terrifyingly smart sometimes, but her ecstatic smile when you speak to her again is genuine.

— The Fanclub

★ The moment you don't respond to a text from one of them it's panic— so you can imagine the chaos that ensues when you stop talking to BOTH of them.

You're meant to be! They're meant to be with you! What's gone wrong? What have they done?!

One awful group panic attack later Aurora's managed to get Fortuna in a more comfortable state, but she's not responding outside of nodding or shaking of her head.

Aurora gets angry, and Fortuna gets analytical— a bad combination for you, to say the least.

Borderline kidnappings were common, but Fortuna's got your schedule down to a T, so it's not at all difficult for them to actually stage a full abduction this time.

Aurora has you tied up tight while the other waits patiently in another room, trusting her partner to take care of the situation.

'Why are you doing this to us?' She asks, straightforward with tears brimming in her eyes. She just wants answers.

After you explain that their most recent endeavours were a push a bit too far and made you uncomfortable, Aurora's violent demeanour dampens a bit. She's still a bit aggravated about it all, though; your silence did hurt her girlfriend as well as her.

'You've got to forgive us, you- you have to! You're going to eventually, one way or another so... Just do it, already!'

You can see they've gotten a bit desperate— maybe your silent treatment was a bit too harsh for them.

They were right though, you'd forgive them eventually.

— The Deity

∞ Nitai is already clingy as all hell, so he simply refuses to let you go until you aknowledge him again.

Whatever he did to annoy you, he knew he could make it better— if only you'd let him!

It occurs to him that it might not even be him annoying you. That it might be a build-up of several stresses, and his possessive nature was the breaking point.

If that's the case then... He has to get rid of all those little stresses, so you can go back to focusing all your energy on him!

He's never felt so anxious about anything before, so until you start praising him again he needs an outlet... Murder is an outlet of sorts, yes?

He'll return to your home in the middle of the night, blood soaking his favourite comfy shirt, and cozy up to your sleeping body in some sort of messed-up ritual dedicated to you.

He'll be gone by the time you wake up.

The Deity's main form of coping will come in reminding you of his power— he'll shower you in gifts until you can't ignore him at all!

He can't lose his angel to such a petty disagreement, he refuses.

'My beloved, please, you know how much I need your sweet voice to soothe me. Don't be selfish, now...'

— The Anomaly

As per the agreement, you have to spend time with them. This makes things even more awkward.

The Anomaly does not show empathy to anyone but you, his assignment, so they don't understand why you're so upset over the latest incident.

The silent treatment won't effect them at all; Yvetan knows you don't have a choice but to stay at the facility with them.

As long as they can keep watch of you, and keep you away from the other creatures in the building, they're happy watching you in uncanny silence.

Hours upon hours spent in that room in quiet would drive any normal person mad, so Yvetan tries their best to entertain you, knowing that you won't respond.

'You know, human, it's rather nice having you in here so frequently. You are so much more fun to look after when you're not talking about your work— we should do this more often, yes?'

You'll likely end up more frustrated than they are, so the argument passes quickly.

— The Idol

## The Idol is a bit dense about these things, but picks up on your attitude immediately. You're not the first person to pull this on him.

Jamie being Jamie, he's still going to ignore your personal space and sidle up beside you any chance he gets; but now it's more out of hoping you'll talk to him again than embarrassing you.

Even if you scolded him, that would be good enough to relieve him.

As per usual, he'll abuse his power so that you're not allowed out of whatever filming location you're at. That way you're stuck with him, no matter how you act.

He knows he did something to cause this but... He does a lot of stuff you take issue with, so The Idol isn't sure which one he should apologise for— or if he should even be apologising at all.

'Babyyyyy....' He whines, resting his head on your shoulder, 'What was it this time? C'mon, pleeeaaase?'

You being unable to leave Jamison's vicinity makes it difficult to fully ignore him, but you can at least keep up not talking to him as much.

You're legally his assistant, so he uses that to his advantage as well, making you escort him short distances just to keep touching you and asking you questions.

'What's up next? Oh, a dress rehearsal? You don't mind helping me get dressed again, do you? You know how difficult all those little pieces are...'

It doesn't bother him too much, but he does miss the sound of your voice, and what he hates most is the little noises you make when frustrated or embarrassed by him.

If you keep it up for long enough (more than two days, really) he might get annoyed and be a bit more forceful.

'What's your problem, out with it.' He speaks, pinning your wrists to the walls of his dressing room. 'Was it when I fired that guy for talking to you? You know that was just cause he's a creepy old dude, right? No? Was it the time when I-'

He's trying his best to figure out what caused your silence, but he just ends up digging himself a deeper hole by listing all his crimes against you.

When you do start talking to him again, he acts like it's no big deal, but the days afterwards are filled with him drawing out all of his conversations with you and near-constant toying with you.

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Introducing my other Na'vi Oc Kuru'wä!!

Kuru'wä is born as the youngest son to the Olo'eyktan of their tribe. He didn't really care for important duties that he might have had since his older brother took up that role. That is when his father had enough of him slacking off his training and arranged a sparring match between him and Tulìpey, who was close to his age and had proven themselves to be a great apprentice.

Kuru'wä didn't care too much for the weird outsider nor acknowledged their existence at the time, but that drastically changed after losing to them.

This started their never-ending feud throughout their training years. Kuru'wä often sabotaged Tulìpey causing them to almost drown, and he occasionally even started brawls with them. Nonetheless Tulìpey has found ways to avoid him by being on land since he had no chance in catching up with Tulìpey. This turned rather playful over the years, which made Kuru'wä a bit more bareable for Tulìpey. Although he wasn't physically hurting them anymore, Kuru'wä still possessed a hurtful tongue and had a tendency to go overboard with his words.

-> Face scars incident:

After becoming a full adult and warrior, Kuru'wä was assigned on a patrol with Tulìpey who was the assigned head of the patrol, since they have become a warrior sooner than Kuru'wä.

Annoyed by that fact, Kuru'wä didn't listen to Tulìpey's instructions, causing the group to split. That's when they got attacked by an akula.

Tulìpey managed to divert the akulas' attention from the others but ended up without a skimwing. Since Tulìpey sucks at diving, they were pretty much vulnerable in open water with the akula around. Kuru'wä has managed to help them in that situation but at the cost of almost losing his life since he nearly got his head chopped by the akula. That's where he received the facial scar, It was much worse back then but has healed well.

Tulìpey was unexplainablly angry at him for not respecting them enough to listen to them, but was mostly blaming themselves for not being good enough to protect Kuru'wä from being hurt.

Kuru'wä was taken aback by their statements and has never seen Tulìpey this angry. He soon felt very guilty because the tribe began to judge Tulìpey's abilities again, although if he listened, they might not have ended up in that situation.

Soon after the incident, their rivalry mostly drifted apart. They didn't cross paths anymore, and Tulìpey mostly avoided teamwork in general.

As Tulìpey rebuild their status in the tribe, Kuru'wä started to miss the occasional banter and competitions between the two, thinking that this was the issue why he couldn't get the weirdo out of his mind. He soon realised that he had feelings for Tulìpey as other tribe members started to show interest in them.

Although Kuru'wä is very strong and a great swimmer/diver, Tulìpey considers him rather clumsy on land since his footwork lacks coordination. Kuru'wä's has a proneness to fidget with his hands so his favourite pastime activity is carving, which surprises many since he looks too rough and hyperactive for such a high focus activity, but it actually calms him and keeps his hands busy. He has a hard time swallowing down his pride but does acknowledge when he is wrong as he becomes older. However, his way of apologising has its own spin to it lol

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demonicbaby666 · 1 year

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Hi I love your blog :)) could you possibly write about JJ and bau reader being in a secret relationship and everyone on the team finds out and maybe add some smut into it if you can? If it’s not something you’re into then that’s okay, thank you!! :)

They Don’t Know

one shot | Criminal Minds Masterlist | Masterlists

gif credit: @sapphicprentiss

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ x fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff and smut

Words: 3k+

Warnings: Fingering (r! receiving)

A/n: I lack the effort to proofread so I do apologise. Also I’m not in love with this cause it’s not as family vibes as I wanted it to be but I tried to add smut so…

When you and JJ exited the elevator to the sixth-floor things seemed quiet, given you were early it made sense. Both of you planned to work the previous evening but got far too distracted with other extracurricular activities, so the two of you agreed it was best to get a head start that morning. When you sat down at your desk JJ lowered her head, so it was level with yours, she quickly looked around and lowered a sweet kiss onto your lips. Adrenalin coursed through your veins; public displays of affection were always risky, but you couldn’t help giving in to the kiss.

It was brief and you missed her lips as soon as they left yours but left behind was a shy smile as you triple-checked no one had seen. Things were so easy with JJ, so natural and there was no doubt in your mind she felt the same, mainly because she would repeatedly tell you. With the nature of your jobs and the pressure it brought you both made a conscious decision to keep it the relationship a secret.

Yes, they were profilers and were bound to work things out, it was inevitable. But it didn’t take away from the fact this was how you both wanted things to be, plus it was quite fun keeping it secret and when you realised the team truly had no idea what was happening between the two of you, it only incentivised you further.

On one case you, JJ, and Reid had been told to check out a crime scene and the drive over had been filled with an inappropriate amount of touching as Reid sat in the back oblivious. JJ unsuspectingly kept her eyes on the road as she pretended her sole intention was on driving and discussing the case with Reid - who had his head buried in a case file - but her hand that moved higher and higher on your thigh told you otherwise.

That night in the hotel you made sure she learned her lesson as you pushed her through orgasm after orgasm, letting her know if she made a peep of noise the whole team would learn the true nature of their relationship. The next day she’d barely been able to walk, and it took all your willpower not to laugh when you noticed the little waddle to her step. The team mentioned it but she’d said she just slept funny, accusing you of hogging the bed.

After JJ made her way back to her desk that morning you couldn’t wipe off the schoolgirl grin that was plastered on your face. It was only when Morgan walked over an hour later did you realise your cheek muscles were beginning to ache.

“What the hell has you smiling so much?” he curiously asked. “I know it’s not paperwork.”

You held back from looking at JJ, who was getting up to grab some coffee. From the corner of your eyes, you could see her walking over, you both had picked up a subconscious habit of keeping each other caffeinated. It was the small things that JJ did that always warmed your heart, she was a natural caretaker and never shied away from it. After years of this job, she’d somehow managed to never lose that spark, that hope, JJ refused to let anything pull her down. It was captivating being with someone who was both so headstrong and kind-hearted.

“I was thinking about what I had for breakfast.” You said, swiveling your chair around to look up at Morgan challengingly. He always knew when you were lying, but you weren’t exactly lying, breakfast had been divine, it was just that that morning breakfast was served in bed, accompanied by delicious moans bouncing off the walls.

JJ had reached you and Morgan before giving you a curious look, “What’s going on here?”

“Well, y/n over here hasn’t stopped smiling for the last hour and refuses to tell me why,” Morgan said watching as you fidgeted a little in your chair. “Would you happen to have any ideas?”

A devilish smirk grew on JJ’s lips, obviously revelling in just how oblivious he clearly was, “Maybe it’s a guy?” she teased with a wink, that only you saw.

“Apparently it was breakfast,” as the words fell from Morgan’s lips JJ bit down on her bottom lip holding back a laugh. “Whatever it is, I’m going to find out.”

It was taking all your willpower not to burst out laughing, “As much as I love my personal life being investigated, it looks like we may have an actual case.” Morgan and JJ looked in the direction you nodded to, Garcia was leaving Hotch’s office and heading towards the briefing room.

You watched as Morgan began walking to Garcia then turned back to JJ. Just as you opened your mouth to say something she turned your chair back around, so you were facing the computer, leaving you very confused. You tensed when you felt her hot breath on your neck, she pretended to point to something on the screen, “Breakfast was that good?” she husked into your ears sending chills down your spine and you had to squeeze your thighs together to stop the arousal from growing.

“You need to move away from me right now before I lose all my composure and fuck you on this desk in front of everyone.” Having her so close to you was driving you crazy, her breath continued to tickle your ear. JJ clearly wasn’t taking your threat very seriously as she chuckled directly into your ear. “I swear to god JJ. Back. up.” This time there was more bite to your tone and she finally understood she was pushing buttons in you that would have severe consequences.

She stood up and leaned back on the divider, sighing softly, “You’re no fun.”

You finally turned your chair back around and met her gaze, giving her an unassumed expression. It was pointless because, within a few seconds, you both were laughing. She went to refill up your mugs with coffee before meeting you back in the briefing room, where the team was all sat down.

Morgan clued Emily in on his suspicions and by the time JJ walked in you were drowning in a sea of questions, you were in the hot seat as the rest of the team started joining in. Thankfully with JJ sat down Garcia began going over the case, there wasn’t a lot of time for more questions as Hotch told the team to make their way to the jet.

Within twenty minutes of being on the jet, the interrogations began again. You were sat next to Emily with Morgan and Rossi sat across from the two of you. JJ and Hotch were sat on the other side of the jet, both on their phones, whilst Reid was sat reading on the couch.

“She’s not going to tell you.” Emily quipped. “She’s too stubborn for that.”

“Come on, you can tell me,” Morgan begged. “How is he in the sheets?”

You gave him a stern look causing him to throw both his hands in the air. It was funny how everyone assumed it was a man you were with, you weren’t exactly a private person, but the subject of your sexuality just hadn’t seemed to come up, so you let it be.

“Now let’s drop the subject.” You huffed averting your eyes to look out the jet, finding the clouds suddenly very interesting. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Morgan and Rossi smirk at each other. You felt someone looking at you, assuming it was Emily you kept your line of sight out the window, missing the set of green eyes locked onto you and the chocolate brown ones that caught JJ in the act.

Your phone dinged and when you looked down to see who’d texted you had to control your facial expressions, amusement dangerously surfacing.

[JJ- You’re pretty cute when you’re angry.]

[Y/n- I hate you.]

[JJ- Meanie!]

No longer able to hide your flushed cheeks and smile you ducked your head into your hands, ignoring the curious look Morgan, Rossi, and Emily were all giving you.

When you landed Hotch told you and JJ to head to the medical examiner’s office, the rest of the team split up and you all made your way to SUVs. Just as you reached for the door handle you felt a pair of hands on your waist turning you around and pushing you back against the side of the car. You let out a small yelp but were silenced by all too familiar soft lips crashing down on yours.

The kiss was needy at first but eventually, it slowed, and you enjoyed the steady movement of JJ’s lips encapsulating your own. After a solid minute she pulled back to catch her breath, “I’ve been waiting to do that since this morning.”

The feeling of someone constantly wanting you was something you would never tire of. You felt like JJ’s personal drug that she could never get enough and damn did it feel good. It had only been a couple of hours since you’d last kissed and you relished the feeling of knowing she already missed your lips on hers.

“We can continue this later but for now I would prefer if she didn’t get caught.” You said placing your hands on JJ’s shoulders, the team were only around the corner, and as tempting as it was to make out with your girlfriend pressing you against the car, it was far too risky. You pecked her lips lightly and delicately pushed her away. “Let’s get moving.”

You made it successfully to the M.E’s office and back to the station, which was surprising considering JJ didn’t want to keep her hands off you. If you hadn’t stopped her wandering hands, she would have happily fucked you in the front seat. As her hands crept higher and higher up your thigh, your preference for not getting into a car crash won over the heat growing between your legs.

The moment you got into the station you relayed what you’d discovered to the team. It wasn’t long before JJ practically dragged you to the bathroom, seemingly too worked up to wait any longer. The moment you both stepped over the threshold, the door was slammed shut and locked. You opened your mouth to protest but you were silenced as JJ pushed you hard against the wall and placed her tongue into your mouth.

A small moan tumbled from you into JJ’s mouth, causing the blonde to groan, your pleasure travelling straight to her core. Unable to control herself, her hands aimlessly travelled all over your body finally settling on your breasts, squeezing them tenderly.

Within a single minute, JJ had one hand under your top, the other was making its way into your underwear whilst her mouth ferociously attacked your neck. You let her have you whole, taking whatever she needed, it was becoming abundantly clear that now was not the time for tender lovemaking, JJ wanted to fuck you, hard.

Without any warning, she slipped two fingers inside you, and you had to bite back a whimper. She moaned into your neck, infatuated with how tight you were around her fingers. Hands flew to blonde locks as she picked up her pace and your mouth parted trying to control your rapid breathing.

“Can you take one more?” She husked into your neck, and you frantically nodded.

Almost immediately JJ placed a third finger in you, she filled you completely and all you wanted to do was scream out in sheer ecstasy as she kept pumping in and out of you. She took an erect nipple between her fingers, pinching and flicking it repeatedly.

Your breathing was getting away from you, moans were escaping more often than not, and it was nearing impossible to contain them. When the palm of JJ’s hand brushed your clit, you lost all control, a painstakingly loud moan escaped your mouth causing you to bring your hand to your mouth to muffle it.

JJ removed her hand from your breast and ripped your hand away from your mouth, replacing it with her lips. Her tongue began battling with yours, too preoccupied with the continuous crescendo of pleasure circulating your body, you willingly submitted your control to JJ. You began to grind down on JJ’s persistent fingers knowing your release was going to wash over you any second. Her palm was perfectly placed as it continuously rubbed against your little bundle of nerves.

When JJ curled her fingers your stomach muscles tightened and your hips bucked forward, but she fought against your body, managing to keep her hand perfectly placed, she used her free hand to keep your hips still.

“Are you going to cum for me baby?” her seductive words vibrated against your lips and when she bit down on your bottom lip you lost all your composure.

“Yes, yes, JJ, I’m going to-” Your legs convulsed, and you were quickly coming undone, thankfully JJ once again covered your mouth with her own and swallowed every delicious moan and whimper that escaped your swollen lips. You tried to keep up with the kiss but gave up quickly and focussed on the waves of pleasure that were cascading over each and every nerve in you.

You felt JJ more than ever as you tightened around her fingers, her palm was now pushed up against your sensitive clit and with one final pump, you cried out as you came all over her fingers.

The kiss continued, this time it was more tender and loving, and you found yourself pouring all your appreciation into it. You felt so much emotion in the kiss, every kiss was different with JJ, some were lustful, some were needy, some were filled with unconditional love, and some with all three. This was one of those kisses. It was all the aftercare you needed in just one kiss.

When JJ pulled her fingers out of you, you had to break away for a second to sharply inhale, but quickly enough, you were in the midst of another sensual kiss.

You flipped the two of you around, so JJ was wedged between the wall and your flushed body. She groaned as you peppered kisses along her jawline, working your way to her neck. It wasn’t a lust-filled groan, it was one filled with frustration and when you looked up to her with a confused, she gave you a sympathetic look.

“We don’t have time babe.” She said with a pout. As if on cue a knock came from the other side of the door and both of you looked at each other in horror. “Oh fuck.” She mumbled before helping you fix your shirt and look a little more presentable.

When you opened the door and stepped out you knew you were fucked by the look on Emily’s face.

“I knew something was going on between you two,” Emily said clearly very amused with what she’d just heard, she sported the smuggest smile you’d ever seen.

“It’s not what it looks like,” JJ said confidently, but you knew her well enough to hear the slight waver in her voice, probably unsure of how to salvage this situation.

“You are aware I have ears.” Emily raised her eyebrow, her smirk never faltering “So you two weren’t just banging in there?”

“It’s exactly what it sounded like,” you said defeatedly throwing your head against the wall, “look, we just didn’t want the team knowing.”

“Knowing what?” Reid asked emerging from behind Emily, the rest of the team closely followed behind him causing you and JJ to groan in unison. Now you were really fucked.

“That you owe me twenty dollars,” Emily said.

“No way!” Reid gasped looking between you and JJ, rendering both of you confused. That was until JJ huffed from next to you, she’s clearly clocked onto what Emily had meant. You looked to her for an explanation.

“She knew.” JJ said running a hand through her hair, “How long?”

Emily smiled triumphantly as Reid handed her a crisp twenty-dollar bill from his wallet. When the rest of the team reached into their pockets you gawked at all of them, your jaw slowly dropping open as you registered what was going on.

“I had a hunch a couple of weeks ago, but no one else believed me.” Emily was more than ecstatic as she received bills from the whole team, clearly proud of her profiling skills, “ You guys and your eye contact I swear.”

Morgan smirks at JJ, “So you were breakfast huh?”

JJ’s cheeks reddened and she lowered her head before awkwardly laughing.

Rossi interjected sensing the embarrassment radiating off you both. “How about we celebrate the happy couple at mine this weekend?” He said with a smile.

You laced your hand around JJ’s waist, and a surge of happiness and relief washed over you knowing you could now openly do this in front of the people you held so close to your heart. JJ seemed to internally be feeling the same as you felt her whole body relax. You looked at her and you both shared a brief smile before turning to Rossi and nodding.

You looked at everyone’s faces and couldn’t help but feel a warmth radiate in your chest, they all looked so happy, a little shocked but happy nonetheless. Your eyes settled on Hotch; it was his approval you sought out the most, though you didn’t often like to admit it.

“I’m glad you’re happy,” he candidly smiled, before his face contorted and he grimaced “but when we’re back, you two have a lot of paperwork to fill out.”

“Oooo, fun.” Emily teased earning a wack to the arm from JJ.

When you looked back at the woman in your arms your grin only grew and, in that moment, you truly knew what it was to be happy.

“There’s that breakfast smile again!” Morgan joked, when everyone shot him a look he slowly backed away, “I ruined the moment did I?”

The team replied with laughter.

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