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italianpersonwithashippersheart · 1 month

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DFF - Character Reveals and Why Some Work and Some Don't

I have been thinking about Phee and Tan and why the Tan reveal was so amazing while the Phee character reveal post episode 9 destroyed the character for a big chunk of the audience.

It all started with a post from @mikuni14 here is the link with a couple of additions and back and forths, from me, op and @leconcombrerit and the comments in the notes by @kerrikins which I just say today and accidently helped me figure out why I don't like post episode 9 Phee.

Set Up to The Reveal

I think most of us can agree that Tan and Phee have been suspicious since episode 1. The key to the later reveals was for Phee to appear the one in charage as highlighten in this excellent post episode 9 post from @lurkingshan

So for 8 weeks of real world time, everyone who watched live spend that time with this image of Phee: A loyal, smart, leader oriented teen that made a mistake in anger and betrayal and is now trying to make up for it. Someone who is charge and on top of this revenge plan. Someone who is willing to get their hands dirty.

While Tan came across as someone who wants answears, who likes to get high with these people but is only for real close to Phee, and fades into the background unleass you are specifically analyzing his character.

Speaking from me only, even while I was obsessing over Mio's microexpression I was skeptical over the Tan is the brother reveal, I was coinvinced that I wasn't going to suspend my disbelief over Mio's age and that it didn't make any sense because Phee looked to be so much more in charge.

Writers don't know what the audience is going to like about the character before the reveal happens. And with every character you ran the risk of that reveal destroying the audience's attachment by changing the wrong things.

The Reveals in Ep 9

While DFF had other reveals, specifically with Phee, all those revealed only served to strengthen the audience initial perception of Phee.

Then came episode 9. And while the Tan is New reveal blew everyone including me out of the water over how good it was, seriously Mio was amazing in this role and the writing for him was insanly good, Phee's episode 9 reveals didn't work as much.

Why?

It's simple because Tan was very much non entity pre-reveal. If you weren't obssessing over everything like myself you barely payed attention to him.

There was no character for the reveal to assinate, Tan never came across as someone who was especially close to any of the others except for Phee, at the most he Fluke and Top were his weed buddies and that is the extent of the friendships you saw between Tan and the group.

The reveal strengthents the character, they make it better, they make you go back and appriciate everything you didn't notice. All the little moments of barely concealed disdain.

While with Phee it's the opposite. Phee was a strong character already, and everything that we saw seem to reinforced that.

But episode 9 changed that. Episode 9 destroyed all of it, and while it worked fine at the time, the cracks started to appear as soon as episode 10 rolled around.

Because everything we learn from episode 9 destroyes everything we know about Phee as a character.

Loyal = He flipped on the boys as soon as they were nice to him and Tan [Read: OUR FRIENDS NEED HELP - I haven't forgotten, OUR FRIENDS I wanted to kill him]. Falls in love with Jin in three scenes (and yeah I know that it might have been weeks of real world time, BUT FOR US it was 3 scenes, in 3 scenes he was over Non and totally lovey dovey with Jin.), Enables New's revenge and pretends to be on his side still all the while not doing anything to help or not even wanting to do anything that doesn't help his guilt anymore.

Smart = Are we really supposed to believe that Phee had no idea that New had the intention of seeing the boys die? Am I really supposed to believe that the son of a cop, saw New totally loose everything, ask to die, profess revenge [the flashback scene I'll Make Them Pay in episode 12] and then heard "This won't killed them" in that tone and not made 2 + 2??? Are we for real right now??????

Leader Oriented = Not in charge of their mission, taking New's lead

Teen who made a mistake and said something in anger = This one is still valid, but it lessened by knowing he never actually confronted that what happened to Non was predatory and a little more complicated then actual cheating. Or the fact that he dismissed Non's call or explanations. The fact that he seemingly gets over Non and totally falls for Jin within a week of meeting him fits with stupid teen boy, but really doesn't help.

In charged and on top of this revenge plan = Again, not in charge of the plan seemingly just going along for the ride.

Someone who is willing to get their hands dirty = He has ethics about muder completely OUT OF FUCKING NOWHERE!! It is valid to not want to kill people but I'm sorry where the fuck were this boy ethics before? An incompelte lists of things Phee did that he was somehow totally fine with despite his so called "ethics":

Sleeps with Jin under false pretenses

Lied to his father and implicated himself in a crime just to help Non.

Ok with drugging people with a dangerous experimental drugs that causes fear and paranoia after New's reassurance that it tots won't kill them trust me bro.

Sleeping with Jin while he was definately 100% under the influence of New's drugs (the fail blow job in episode one) [We know they were still influenced because if the hand groping Tee was an hallucination then all the characters were still drugged]

Enabled New's revenge quest for three years whithout ever trying to get New to go back to his family (we didn't see it or have it mention so it didn't happen within the text)

Totally ok with sending Top with New post Uncle Dang getting his head chopped off while under the impression that New is responsible for said head chopping

Under the impression that New caused Por getting impaled but still not saying anything (we know that he could have said something because that is what he does later)

Learns that Jin filmed Non and posted the video and reacts with: So we were both hurting him and is fine with it in 5 minutes.

Apparently never fucking interrogated or contronted what happened to Non with Keng, never calls it grooming or abuse. Never recognizes that there were deeper motivations. In three years he manged to do 0 internal searching on it. Despite the fact that Por (who is a dick and the same age as the other boys and Phee) managed to come that conclusion right away.

There's probably more. His ethics come out of nowhere and feel like he is betraying New and being a dysloyal dick, because this character doesn't and has never come across as someone who gives a shit about ethics.

Like ok none of those things are muder fair enough, but a story needs to set up a character internal conflict over murder on a revenge quest a little better then a simple "This won't kill them right?"

Phee post episode 9 character falls apart because it is simply not the same character we thought we were getting for the previous 8 episodes. If you are not a PheeJin shipper there is not much post episode 9 to like about Phee. In the most charitable of read he comes across as bellyflopping follower who couldn't make a decision about what he wanted for 3 years.

I think somewhere along the lines something from the original idea got lost in the writing. To the writers who know this character inside and out and created him, Phee probably comes across as someone who struggled for years and was very conflicted and tourtured, unfortunatly the structure the chose for the plot doesn't have much time to show that to us.

Character reveals should always feel like they make sense, you should be able to go back and fit what you previously knew about the character with the new reveal. The reveal should feel like something that re-orients the puzzle, or helps you to put something in a different prospective. Not something that totally breaks everything that came before.

Reveals that are meant to make you feel like everything you knew about that character was a lie are much trickier to writer and balance, and crucially YOU MUST TREAT THEM LIKE THEY DO.

I never got the sense that the show wanted me to see Phee's betrayal and flipping on New as a bad thing, as something that goes against what the audience believed the character to be.

It just comes across that he is going from sympathic villain to tourtured anti-hero. At least that is what it feels like the writer wanted to show with that. Not that I see Tan or Post episode 9 Phee as sympathic villains. It feels like the writers saw them like that.

#txt #dead friend forever #dff meta #possibly my last dff meta

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dumbass-tumbler-cryptid · 11 months

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maybe you could write Quaritch's pov in Cabin in the woods? For example, from the fragment when he kidnapped his son, how did he even knock him unconscious?

Here you go ❤️

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How dumb can they be, Quaritch thought as he waited behind the wheel of his car. The Sully’s, his sons supposed guardians were practically hand delivering him his boy on a silver platter. They knew, full well that Quaritch had been stalk….looking out for his son at a safe distance and that he’d do anything to take back what was rightfully his. So why in hell would they allow the kid to skateboard, twenty minutes to school, completely alone. It was like they were begging Quaritch to snatch the kid.

He watched Miles Jr, or Spider as he preferred to be called, (the rejection of their shared name made his blood simmer in anger, proof of the venom his sons' kidnappers had used to poison the boy against his father) go back and forth from school for a week. Quaritch thoroughly studied the route, finding the perfect spot for his task, around the halfway point in the path. There were no street cameras. The inhabitants of the nearest homes all either left for work by the time Junior would roll by, or they’d still be asleep. No witnesses. No cars driving by.

Quaritch set a tripwire over the sidewalk five minutes before his son was due. The boy would fall and he’d be there to pick him up. He had a cloth soaked in chloroform ready to go. Once the boy was unconscious and in the car, Quaritch had at least a ninety minute window before suspicion over his son's disappearance would start to grow. By that point, father and son would be in a different car, the boy secured in the back under local anesthesia, driving through open deserted country all the way to the mountains.

The drive would take all day and all night. One of his old military buddies would be waiting at the base of the mountain to collect the car. Then Quaritch would hike, his son strapped to his back, up the narrow dangerous path to their new home. He’d have Junior safely tucked in bed no less than forty hours after taking him. All that was needed now…

Quaritch’s plan went off without a hitch. His kid hadn’t even registered what was happening, easily falling limp into his fathers arms. He laid his son in the back seat, covering him with a blanket in awe of what he’d done.

Miles Jr looked so peaceful in his sleep reminding him of when the boy had been a baby. The fathers heart swelled with the memory, a deep primal kind love washed over him. He was intimately familiar with this feeling, first experiencing it the day his son was born when he first held his child in his arms and realized this is mine.

Yes, Quaritch thought as he drove away, he’s mine. This was the right thing to do. A son should be with his father. And nobody was ever going to take his son away from him ever again.

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Hope you enjoyed!

I had to stop myself from just rewriting Cabin in the Woods from Quaritch's perspective because it's actually really fun for me to write from his perspective.

I'm actively writing a choose your adventure ending to Cabin in the Woods, that switches between P.O.V's and I'm admittedly getting carried away with it lol. It's probably going to be awhile before that gets posted though so happy to write little snippets like this in the mean time. 💞

#miles quaritch #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #colonel miles quaritch #avatar fanfiction #cabin in the woods

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empyreanromantic · 1 year

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Suuuper long rant about The Cleaning Lady and armony because I'm sorry, but I'm just really disappointed with the energy this season had. But hey, if you enjoyed season 2, then that's amazing! I'm genuinely happy for you and I hope you can continue to enjoy the show!! These are just my thoughts:

So I haven't watch episodes 2x10-12 because 1) I wanted to focus on finals, and 2) after 2x09 I just wasn't feeling it anymore. And after seeing the mixed reactions to the finale, I'm not sure I want to catch up on the show after all. I tried to enjoy this season, I really did. I normally hate love triangles with a passion but I thought hey, if the writers are having a fun back-and-forth seesaw motion with it as they put it, maybe I can have fun with it too.

The thing about season 1 that really got me hooked was that it was SO DIFFERENT. The story, the characters, the entire atmosphere and aesthetic was so unique compared to other shows I had seen. And most of all, it had SPICE to it. A mother who will risk it all for her son and a gangster who learns to open up his heart and falls hard for this woman. Incredible concept. Classic beauty and the beast story and enemies-to-lovers trope that I will never get tired of.

Thony and Arman's chemistry was unlike anything I'd ever seen before. There was a passion and fire there since the very beginning, and the fact that these two went through all those different stages of "please don't kill me" to "maybe you're not so bad" to "you're not the man I thought you were" to "how could you betray me" to "I trust you with my life" and finally "we're in this together" was just ugh. It was so good!!

I rewatched armony scenes from season 1 so many times, I listened to Thony singing "Someone to Watch Over Me" on repeat. I'm sure it was the same for a lot of viewers as well. I loved the soundtrack composed by Mark Isham.

I loved the progression of looks Arman gave Thony throughout the season. I loved their teamwork. I loved them finessing the FBI. I loved that Arman cried in 1x05 because he thought Thony betrayed him and in 1x06 when he cried FOR her. I loved that 1x07 opened with a freaking musical number. I never expected that from this kind of show and it surprised me in the best way! I loved the vulnerable and earnest dance scene in 1x08. I loved Arman tapping out the numbers in 1x10. The tension was palpable. This show had me hooked. It made me feel things and I was so happy to have found something new to obsess over. I LOVED season 1.

And went it comes to sequels, of course it's never going to be the exact same because the writers have had a lot more time to work on the first installment, to really polish it up and make it the best version it can be before it even gets pitched to a company who will invest in their idea. So I understand that for season 2, the showrunners didn't have as much time to develop it. That being said, it is no excuse for the mediocrity that was season 2.

Whereas season 1 was unique and fresh and spicy and heartfelt, season 2 was monotonous at best and downright stressful at worst. The fast-pacing was them trying something different. I get it. But I stopped enjoying it because it got real old real fast.

I've seen a lot of criticisms that the passion between Thony and Arman doesn't seem to be there anymore, and I agree to some extent. I wasn't expecting them to kiss and have sex or confess their love for each other, because there were still a lot of obstacles in their way and that's realistic! But the pacing of their relationship was so odd that at times I was wondering why they even tolerated each other's presence. There were moments where you could still sense the chemistry, but those moments were few and far in between. Where did all of that magic from season 1 go?

I liked that Thony and Arman didn't get together at the end of season 1, because even when you put the whole infidelity part aside (which never bothered me because come on this is fiction), despite the chemistry, attraction and tension between the two of them, there was still a power imbalance there. Arman was Thony's boss, and Thony was very much dependent on him, most obviously financially. Their conversations were mostly about money and Luca. I feel that 1x02 and 1x03 did the best job in exploring Arman's past and his relationship with Thony as a man rather than as her savior. And yes Arman came to rely on Thony and trust her as well, but I never got the sense that they were truly equals until the end of the season.

Season 2 came around, and Arman was at his lowest point, working for Kamdar who treated him like dirt, and he was more and more ashamed of who he was becoming. I thought, "ah I can see where they're going with this! Arman and Thony are now on the same level and they're going to build each other back up!" But no. They just end up running drugs and spend the entire season trying to pay off Kamdar. Maybe I was just interpreting it all wrong and was picking up on the wrong things, but hey, the viewers picked up on the concept back in season 1 that maybe Nadia and Arman never truly loved each other, which would have been really interesting to explore and we could see how their marriage starts to fall apart. But it turns out they do love each other and they have problems because... *squints at smudged writing on hand* Nadia's possessive ex suddenly wants her back??

And despite the showrunners insisting that Arman and Thony's relationship is never going to be a full on romance, I call bullshit. You cannot deny that people were watching the show for the romance, filled with all the angst and sexual tension. Whenever I see the showrunners talking about how armony is platonic or that their bond is deeper than love, I cannot help but think that they feel bitter that people are not watching their show for anything else besides armony. Like Jesus Christ it's okay that people started watching because of the romance. It means you were doing at least one thing right, you should take it as a compliment.

I'm getting way too heated about this lol, but if this show ends up getting greenlit for season 3, I'm not even worried about Thony and Arman getting together at this point. I don't think I even care anymore. Who knows if the writers are actually going for a slow burn, because they seem to have a different idea of their relationship than the viewers do.

What I'm worried about is the writers getting into their heads thinking that their storytelling is amazing and the choices they made in season 2 were justified, therefore they're on the right track for a third season. Because honestly that is the impression I'm getting from them. I have only read snippets from interviews that people have been posting online, because I personally don't care to read interviews. If the writers need to explain OUTSIDE THE SHOW the decisions they made, that's a big red flag to me. I've seen it before too many times from my favorite media. I really hoped The Cleaning Lady showrunners would be different.

And it just boggles my mind that they're patting themselves on the back and thinking they've delivered the most mind-blowing season with all their twists and turns and high stakes, because they haven't. Season 1 to me was mind-blowing. Season 2 turned into your average crime drama with drug trafficking and using the same plot elements over and over again. Every week I just ended up rolling my eyes thinking "oh boy, Luca is in trouble AGAIN. Thony is asking Arman for help AGAIN. Marriage problems AGAIN. Working with the FBI AGAIN."

Naveen Andrews and Eva De Dominici were both really charismatic and brought a lot of fun energy to the season, and I'm happy that Eva De Dominici got more screen time because Nadia is just a really fun and interesting character. No hate to Elodie Yung and Adan Canto in the slightest. But only a few episodes into the season and I ended up watching the show for Nadia and for Kamdar. How can that be? When in season 1 I was on the edge my seat, glued to the screen, watching the show solely for the two main leads? I'm sorry but I'm just not feeling it anymore.

Again, if you liked this season, I am super happy for you that you were able to get joy out of it! I sincerely hope you will continue to feel that joy if they announce season 3. Maybe my opinion will change over time, maybe the writers will get back on track. In the meantime, I'll probably just stick to rewatching season 1 and make up my own story of what happens after in my head.

#the cleaning lady #armony

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chloe12801 · 8 months

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I feel like this may be an odd request but I have the biggest crush on Lamar. Could I ask for relationship headcanons for him if you are up for it? SFW and NSFW would be appreciated but totally up to you. I feel like the odd woman out in my love for him lol Thank you!

Lamar Davis Headcannons

TW: non-graphic sexual details

There’s actually quite a few who love Lamar, I’m one of them! If he had more screen time even more people would, imo. He’s a great character and this request was not odd at all! I had fun doing it :)) I hope you enjoy!

- He loves spending time smoking weed in his house with you. It would be one of his favorite date night activities

- Pet names like shawty, lil mama, sweet thang, sexy, and some other reference to you as a person (ex: pumpkin/pumpkin head if you are really into fall/autumn just to be a bit cheeky)

- He’s an ass man, his hands will be all over yours all of the time

- He’s a great roaster, you two will likely have roast sessions where you just go back and forth dissing each other. It’s all in good fun though

- Loves you as much as chop, but not more than him. He’s chop, essentially Lamar’s son, after all

- Will want to share his raps and poems with you, also will be very happy if you’re receptive to his philosophies. No one else really is so it would be a nice change

- Will let you keep one of his hats because you look cuter in it, will be happy to see you wearing it out and about

- You will probably fight about his impulsivity and recklessness that always ends up with him being in danger. You just worry about him and wish he used his brain more in serious situations

- He thinks he’s almost invincible, so he won’t understand why you’re concerned. He thinks he can handle his own even if it’s him against every man in LS

- Lamar is really loyal so if you have any enemies or people you simply don’t like, he’s going to feel that way about them too (unless it’s someone from his circle, in that case he will try to keep the peace between everyone, defending all of you to each other)

- He’s going to want you to be the same way to him, very loyal

- He’s goofy, tries to stay positive, and wants other people to relax more. He will do what he can to make you more like this as well

- For example, if you’re stressed he will joke and try to calm you down with reassurance and positivity

- He can be jealous and petty (just look at the whole employee if the month situation). If someone is coming on to you he’s going to be clingy and have a grudge against them for a long time, even if the grudge just consists of bringing up the situation to the person coming on to you for years

- He’s spiritual and into learning about spiritual types of things. If you like crystals and chakras, for example, he’s going to eat up every word

- He’s good in bed. He doesn’t take it too serious, he makes sure you are having a good time, and his nickname “long dick” isn’t an overcompensation

- I don’t think he has many kinks, perhaps roleplay of wild animals/predator prey situations. He mainly likes trying new positions and paces

- He thinks sex is a spiritual thing, especially if you love the person. He feels like it connects you to higher powers and gives you better energies

- He’ll be honest with you about everything, like if you have something in your teeth. He can be blunt about it, but he doesn’t mean any harm

- He will want a bunch of kids, likes the idea of a little Army of Lamars running around

#gta #grand theft auto #gta v #grand theft auto v #ld #lamar davis #Lamar gta #gta 5 #grand theft auto 5 #Franklin Clinton #trevor philips #cafa #gta headcanons

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reefer-reelz-n-reviews · 1 year

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47 Ronin (2013)

Smoking: Papa Smurf

This movie encompasses a lot I like in a movie; kung fu, action, fantasy, drama, love, and the best thing of all Keanu Reeves!!! My love for him knows no bounds. Sorry hubby. Hahaha

This movie is about samurai who ended up becoming a ronin and have to fight to avenge the death of their lordl I unfortunately ruined the ending of the movie for my roommate, sorry girl! So, if you don’t want to know any more about this movie STOP READING NOW!

Starts with Hiroyuki Sanada, whom I loooooove also, who is playing a character named Oishi. He finds KR passed out in the river and then HS tries to kill him! Of course, because they think he’s a demon because of where he was found and that he was half American and Japanese.

We see a relationship build between KR and Ko Shibasai form an early age of what looks like love *eyelashes flutter and palms go under chin*

Now we flash forward. KR is still repressed and is always asked basically to help with dangerous missions. More because Min Tanaka (who is Lord Asano) trusts him to actually get the job done and done quickly, not because he is fodder. MT really adores KR, sees him almost like a son, but of course knows his place as a servant.

KR defeats this animal with what I would say would be minimum effort. He gives the praise to another samurai who would be honored in place of him because he doesn’t want any issues between him and the other man, but my man HS knows the truth. He sees the blood of the animal on KR hands. He does not say anything but he knows who really slain the beast. Then KR sees this two toned eyed white fox just staring at him. Wonder where this could lead….

We come back from the hunt and MT is greeted by his daughter KS. MT can see that his daughter is asking a lot of probing question about if any one was hurt and he can see KS looking around for someone. He asks who she is looking for and does this raised eye brow thing. You know her dad knows what she thinks. He can see it. He knooooooooooows. Then of course when KS hears that KR is back, she goes to him. I’ll leave the rest up to you WATCHING the movie lol, or you already know hahah

Now for this big tournament of samurai between nobles. And a witch passes a spell on MT’s samurai. KR has no other option but to go out and fight for them. Because if no one goes out then Ako, the land that MT rules, would be disgraced. Being a half-breed/demon, not even remotely in the realm of a samurai. I can’t think you would think them finding out would be okay. Because if you thought so, you are so wrong. His helmet falls off, and everyone can see he is not full Japanese and that he is not one of MT’s samurai. The shogun wants to call for his head, but because KS is in love, she stands between the blade and KR. KR is kicked out of the land. KS knows this and you can see regret on his face.

Now you got the witch, literally her name in the movie played by Rinko Kikuchi, just running around bewitching people left and right. Little B!TCH is more like it. Ends up making MT do something that he ends up being put to death for. This is why the Samurai become Ronin.

I’ve never really noticed before, but the people in this movie walk very smoothly. Like their heads don’t bobble back and forth like you see in those scenes that have those crowded New York scenes.

Now it is one year later. HS goes to look for the half-breed, KR. Who just happens to be fighting some kind of….I’m gonna go with ogre...yeah ogre for sure. Then comes like the first person to person fight scene. I had to stop typing and watch because it was KR and HS. It was like KR was in survival mode until HS said Mika’s name and he snapped out of it, and they escaped together. Of course, fighting all the way lol.

And now for a trip into the Tengu Forrest. Where they will be able to find the weapons to defeat the Lord Kira. Which in the case KR was with demons, but not one. He was left in the forest to die because he was a “half-breed” and they taught them their magic.

Then we got some creepy wall fungus that’s breathing. Trying not to give away the whole movie is hard! I know some of my last reviews were pretty long. Especially Forgetting Sarah Marshall! Lol!

Now we are coming to the end of the movie. The final battle during the wedding of KS and Lord Kira. This is where the ronin get their revenge! And like KR tells the demons, I too think their cause is just. The ronin sneak in to the compound of Lord Kira and it’s on!

Now like I said, I’m “attempting” to shorten these. It may take a few movies to get the hang of it. So, I’m not going to tell you anything about the final battle. You’ll just need to go on HBO Max and watch it, or buy it off of Amazon like my movie hoarding self-did! Haha!

Side note. The witch is a bit of a bad ass. Like she’s evil sure, but I kind of wish I had some of that power.

Then we have the ending. Which I won’t ruin for you like I did for my roommate. Once again, so sorry Torinthia! Promise I didn’t think you were listening to our conversation! Love you!

That’s it for this round of Reefer-Reviews-N-Reels!

Till next time 😉

-RRR

#keanu reeves #hiroyuki sanada #ko shibasaki #takato yamamoto #rinko kikuchi

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mostlymaudlin · 1 year

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Instagram husband? 👀🤭

@thewholelemon asked for this too!

so, some may be familiar with my great british bake off au, Nothing Equals The Splendor. this takes place in the same universe! it's another one where im not sure why i didn't finish it, because it's over halfway done.. but whatever lol. im actually going to put the rest under a read more because there's a HUGE spoiler for the original fic!!

soooo if you remember, simon won the championship. and now he has to be really active on social media to reap the benefits. and baz makes it his mission to ensure that they have good content to post LOL, so he's constantly taking pics of simon (like an instagram husband). the fic is actually told in a collection of outsider POV vignettes -- niall, shep, dev, and penny -- before coming back to simon/baz povs.

now that im looking at this, i think the reason i stopped writing it is that there's Tension that arises between simon and baz bc of all this social media stuff and i kind of didnt want to deal with it once i got into their heads -- bc the outside povs were so fun!! esp bc i loved my versions of niall and dev in this verse.

i'll give you the full dev pov scene, because why not lol:

I didn’t expect Malcolm to take Baz’s whole new thing well. Baz’s dad has always put a lot of pressure on him. I don’t think he expected Natasha Pitch’s son to grow up to be a queer socialist. (Baz’s politics are kind of bullshit since he’s still paying rent and tuition with Daddy’s old family money. But so am I, so I can’t really judge.)

Anyway, I certainly didn’t expect this: Malcolm and Baz’s boyfriend chummin’ it up at my grandmother’s garden party. Simon had expressed mild interest in Malcolm’s newest magickal livestock endeavor (Literal fire-breathing guinea pigs. Inspired.). It devolved from there.

I’ve always maintained that my uncle Malcolm is a softie underneath it all — mostly because I know that’s how Baz is. The Grimms are sensitive folks. And as soon as you give their weird niche topics a spoonful of attention, they fall apart like putty in your hands. You should hear Baz wax on about baking, it’s insufferable. But also very sweet.

Or maybe Simon Snow has some kind of secret key to a Grimm’s heart.

“Wait, my American friend taught me this one,” Simon says, reaching his hands out for Malcolm’s youngest kid, Swithin. “I've been working on the railroad / All the live-long day. / I've been working on the railroad / Just to pass the time away!”

They’re several drinks deep, passing Swithin back and forth on the steps of the back porch and singing him nursery rhymes. Malcolm just finished a rousing rendition of Ladybird, Ladybird! that made Swithin coo with laughter.

“Dinah, won't you blow, / Dinah, won't you blow, / Dinah, won't you blow your horn?” Simon’s voice is carrying now, Swithin bouncing joyously on his knee.

Daphne and I are standing nearby, watching the whole affair with wide eyes.

“What is happening right now?” Baz hisses. I jump — I hate when he sneaks up on me. Stealthy motherfucker.

“Shhhh,” I say, putting a hand on his shoulder. “They’re bonding. Nature is healing.”

Daphne laughs at that, loud enough that both Malcolm and Simon look over at us, cheeks equally pink as they realize they’re putting on a show. Daphne takes out her phone and takes a photo of them. She’s lucky the porch lights are on — the sky is a dusky purple at this stage in the evening.

“Could you please send that to me, Mum?” Baz asks, his voice small. I’m worried he genuinely might cry.

“It can go on my Instagram!” Simon calls over. Baz grins, walking over to sit next to him on the steps. Swithin reaches for Baz, and he swoops him up, kissing his forehead. Then he leans over and kisses Simon’s forehead as well.

Malcolm doesn’t even flinch.

#my writing #nothing equals the splendor

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fairyhaven13 · 2 years

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I had a very, very random dream the other night that Barbossa was my father, which was weird but kind of fun, since I got to be a pirate. So, I wanted to make an OC based off of that. Originally she was a ginger, but I needed there to be a reason she was isekai’d into the Pirates universe, which led me down a rabbit hole. I figured Calypso was powerful enough, but why would she? This OC needed to be connected to her somehow, to give her a reason. I decided to make her Calypso and Davey Jones’ daughter.

Calypso in Greek legend had a son named Nausinous. I scrambled the letters of that and came up with Oasis Nuun (Nuun meaning Salt in Sanskrit, which I thought was fitting). Oasis was born just after Calypso was bound to mortal form. Calypso knew that, due to what happened with Jones, a human baby needed more commitment than she was willing to give, so she sent Oasis as “far as possible,” which in this case sent her to modern times. She sent with her a locket with her name, but the letters broke off when she landed, and the orphanage tried to repair the locket and got her name as it is now. More info under the cut.

When Oasis grew up, she found a compass on the beach that Calypso had sent. This was to bring her back to Calypso’s side, now that she was “old enough to understand.” The locket Oasis had pressed into the compass and turned it on, and sent her to a little before the beginning of the first movie. Jack saw her compass, which had a black pearl in it, and because of how his own compass worked, decided this one must get him to his ship. He snatched Oasis up and since she has no idea where to go in this alternate time period, she agrees to work with him, figuring that a ship called the Black Pearl might give her some answers in regards to her compass.

This leads to a bunch of time alteration. First, the compass goes back and forth between Jack and the Black Pearl, since Jack is the rightful captain. Every time, Barbossa tries to interrogate her and she has no answers to give him, and he eventually puts her to work on the ship. After a while, this leads to her both bonding with Barbossa and Jack as they teach her to pirate. During the first movie, she tries to figure out what both parties want. Barbossa wants to be human again, and Jack wants his ship back. Through shenanigans and risky negotiation, she gets Jack to trade his new ship to Barbossa and his crew, and Jack’s new crew takes the Black Pearl, and they return all the gold to turn Barbossa human.

Both parties part with reluctance, and between movies, Barbossa, Raggeti and Pintel get kicked off the new ship because they were too soft on Oasis. They find Jack’s crew and Oasis talks Jack into letting them on board, although everyone keeps an eye on them. So, they’re part of the Black Pearl crew when the second movie happens.

Because things ended more-or-less amicably, Jack isn’t captured by the Swanns and Elizabeth and Will are not arrested for releasing him. However, Beckett does pressure Will and Elizabeth for assistance after the wedding. Will and Elizabeth “agree” but actually go to warn Jack about the pursuit. Meanwhile, Jack explains to Oasis about the Mark and she’s horrified. At this point, she has a one-sided romance with him. His heart is still for the Pearl, and she knows that, but is still falling for him. The cannibal island thing still happens, but Barbossa breaks the crew out of the cage thingies to get them to Jack.

When they get to Tia Dalma, she reveals to Oasis that she had a child named Nausinous. She shows the letters in a page, then uses her magic to rearrange the letters to Oasis Nuun. Oasis is shocked, then enraged at being abandoned. Calypso is disappointed, having hoped at least one loved one would bond with her, and Oasis at least agrees that the foster system was better than being with a mother who didn’t love her. Calypso sends the crew after Davey Jones and Oasis resolves to try and bond with him instead. Barbossa is wary of this, having already become somewhat of a father figure to her.

With Will and Elizabeth only out to help Jack, the thing where Jack tricks Will into getting captured doesn’t happen. Instead, when Jack is being captured, Oasis begs for his life, saying that she “loves him, in spite of him being a scoundrel as untamable as the sea.” This strikes a chord with Jones, and he takes Oasis with him so that she can be with Jack. While Jack plays Liar’s Dice, she tries to get the key and ends up being caught by Jones. She tells him she’s his daughter in the hopes to calm him, and he initially is surprised and wistful about what he lost. Then he grabs her and says she’s only a reminder of what a waste love is, and tries to stab her. Jack comes to her rescue, and they escape with the key, making it to Tortuga.

The final battle is much the same, although Will is on Jack’s side fighting Norrington. Oasis has them agree to both free Jack and Will’s father, so they’re on the same side. The Pearl is still attacked, and Jack still wounds the Kraken. Elizabeth still chains him, and Oasis attacks her, but is grabbed by Barbossa, who drags her off the ship as Jack is eaten.

The beginning of the third movie is also much the same, although Will doesn’t agree to give up Jack in secret. They rescue Jack, who gives Oasis a hug and a kiss, making her one-sided romance worse. They see the dead souls, including Elizabeth’s father, who explains about the Dutchman’s Curse. Jack, having been affected by Oasis to be more loyal over time, doesn’t make a deal in secret either, and doesn’t throw Will off the ship. Elizabeth is still named Pirate King. Oasis is able to use her bloodline to keep Bill from killing Norrington.

In the maelstrom battle, Oasis is nearly killed by Jones again, and Calypso moves the storm to bring Jack and Barbossa to her side to rescue her. In the process, his compass flips open and he sees that it points to Oasis now. He confesses his heart is both for her and the Pearl, and calls for Barbossa to wed them mid-battle. (I just really love that wedding scene ok). Barbossa also has a line somewhere here based on Yondu, “Jones may have been your benefactor, lass, but he was never your father, and never will be.” Thus cementing his own place as Oasis’ father. Will still gets wounded, and Jack still helps him stab Jones’ heart. Instead of the STUPID part where Elizabeth gives up piracy and goes to land, she remains Pirate King and spends as much time with Will as she dang wants. Barbossa and Jack and Oasis stay together on the Pearl and have pirate adventures that don’t involve the dumb fourth movie.

#potc #pirates of the carribean #captain jack sparrow #barbossa #hector barbossa #oc #oasis nuun #calypso #tia dalma #davey jones #will turner #elizabeth swann #au #isekai

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darlingimsxcared · 2 months

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rarities.

Sometimes I feel like nobody wants to see me happy or live out my dreams. If I am not doing anything then the waters are calm but when I try to go off and do something totally out of the ordinary, I am met with the extremities of.... Extremes? I guess is the best way to put it.

I get it, I'm a mom. A mom first. Sometimes life gets so boring on a consistent basis to the point where I get on a dating app, put my location 3,000 miles away in Wales, fall in love with somebody for it to just completely blow up in my face. I felt a connection with someone 3,000 miles away. I can't imagine he is not feeling the same or going through the same emotions as I am because if he wasn't then the feelings weren't as real as they were for him like they were for me. We can all sit here and say bullshit like it was the accent. No it wasn't JUST the accent. We spent 5 days communicating back and forth to the point of exhaustion talking about life and common interests. We both had a created this monster that was becoming so much bigger than both us of that I did not know how to navigate it anymore. I reached my limit. He wanted to get on this 2 year plan, liquidate his business and come live with me, my son, and my family. I could not give that to him. And when he was met with my suggestion that he got his own place he called it quits. Not to mention he suffered from PTSD and also had a temper. How can I trust somebody like that after I have not even met you, slept with you, spent a single moment of time together? Maybe when we did meet things would've been different. I don't know where my life will be in 2 years but I am also not asking you to come here and you possibly hate it here & then completely dismantle your entire life there! I wanted this person but I could not provide him with opportunities. I started to feel like I was his way out of the UK.

When someone starts telling you, how do you feel about traveling in an RV for 2 months and like your friends coming to visit you from back home, you can't help but start to feel a certain type of way. And then the thought of you starting your business back up here and meeting someone new and then leaving me. That's the issue with these UK guys. You will come here, I'll provide you with a better life and yet you will go and cheat on me and probably leave me for someone 10x better looking than me and then what?

It got so serious between us within those 5 days that I reached out to TLC to potentially do 90 day fiancé---before the 90 days.

It was all a really tough pill to swallow but at the end of the day, I could not provide a home for you and YOU gave up and couldn't deal with my "inconsistencies." If you really cared you could've said well you know what I think that is a better idea, I am not sure how we will manage to do that but we will figure it out because you're right... I can't just move in with you, your son and your family. There is barely going to be room for me... in my own home, where do I put you? That's why when I got on this dating app, I put long-term relationship, lets chat and see where this goes.

I can't help it but I love rare things. I love rare people. Rare Animals. But then again who doesn't? I guess people that don't just like simple. While I do love simple, simple can get quite boring. I want a friend or friends in different places. Experiencing new cultures and different humans keeps life interesting. I just don't want to be looked at as an opportunity.

With that being said... I hope someday we get to reconnect properly with different intentions.

#long distance love #long distance romance

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hannahsmusings · 1 year

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Renee

*I paced around my apartment the entire day in anticipation of going over to Anthony’s, us only really ever communicating over the phone so he could say goodnight or good morning to our 1 year old son while Ant was off on the road, not having seen him in person in what felt like forever but the ever growing baby in my belly reminded me that it wasn’t all that long ago that I last saw him* *I was nearly 6 months pregnant now, which was one of the main reasons why we were even doing this whole thing, and also for our son who was turning two the day after Christmas* *I finished packing up Elijah’s overnight bag, us deciding that he’d stay over at Anthony’s for the weekend of Christmas and I’d just go back and forth since I also wanted to see some family* *I got myself dressed before focusing on Eli and getting him dressed in some warm clothes, him being the happiest little baby on the planet and he looked more and more like his father every day* *I pack us into the car, so filled with nerves over this whole thing, the last time I saw Anthony was when we conceived, it being a drunken ‘I miss you so much I never stopped loving you’ hook up, us having broke up a few months prior, Ant’s constantly busy schedule being too much for me, a new mother, to handle* *I pull up to Ant’s house, taking a big deep breath before getting out, grabbing Elijah’s bags, hearing footsteps and knowing Anthony was probably waiting by the door for us to come, knowing he was so eager to see his son, pretending to be busy fussing with Eli’s carseat buckles, trying to ignore how my heart was pounding in my chest at the thought of Ant being so close after such a long time apart*

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*i'd been nervously pacing all day, having been only home from tour two days and since then I'd felt restless, excited to see Eli my baby of course but full of nerves at the idea of spending extended time with you, seeming to be full of guilt and despair whenever I saw you as I couldn't help think of all the ways I'd let you down, never wanting to leave you a single mother without any support but it had grown ugly between us very quickly, my band being my dream and it had taken over* *sighs and shakes my head of these thoughts before I hear the car pull up, head whipping up and immediately grinning to myself as I rush over to the door, pulling it open quickly and a little breathless as my eyes fall on my son who was still in his carseat, eyes alight with love* Hello gorgeous boy. *coos without even thinking about it as I approach the car before stopping suddenly when my eyes catch on you, gaze skimming over your form before falling to the swell of your stomach, heart clenching as you were really showing now and it made my body warm with affection but also stomach sink with guilt, it only being a reminder of how I'd let you down again* *blinks out of it as my gaze flicks back up to yours* Hi.

#renee plot

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anyoneseenadam · 3 years

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Healing

pairing: Azriel x reader (acotar)

warnings: TW - sexual assault, rape, objectification and implications of abuse, smut, consensual sex, azriel is a sweetie and rhys is a good bestie

a/n: first of all PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS!!! i’m really proud of this fic but I don’t want to trigger or upset anyone, that being said it isn’t too graphic but still. Anyway I hope u enjoy, this took me three days lmao <333

based on: this and this

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You had your first less than savoury encounter with men when you had barely turned nine. Your body still hadn’t finished forming, but you were growing, and your body was gaining some semblance of shape as you did. It wasn’t much – just a whistle from across the street – but for a second your heart seized up with fear, and in the next you almost felt giddy. A man thought you were beautiful.

You felt like a princess that day – felt the way you had when the boy from your class had kissed your cheek, still too young to process the intentions behind that single whistle. But you didn’t care – someone wanted you.

When you got your first period at twelve – even more changed. Your body felt new, and you didn’t feel comfortable in the changes. Your old clothes didn’t fit and now your mother forced you into tighter corsets for those long, long dinners you had to attend. Your parents were respected Fae in the Hewn City – nobles who liked to drink and smoke and throw extravagant balls. And with your new body you could no longer simply hide in the corner or climb through secret passages with your friends – muddying your dresses.

Now you had to smile when men hugged you slightly too long, laugh when they commented on how much you had grown up, sit pretty and pristine with an old mans hand loitering to close to your rear for hours as you watched your parents drink away their troubles.

By the time you were fifteen you were used to the constant attention, your beauty not uncommon where you lived but still doted on often. Unaware of their desire for your youth, your naivety. The women never offering a helping hand but instead glaring down high skewed noses as their husbands slurred into your ears – still in shock that a pretty, young thing like you was all alone at this party.

When you were sixteen you decided to change that – kissing an alright looking boy at a party and telling him exactly what he wanted to hear so he would kiss you back. He stayed when you didn’t protest as he pulled you to the bathroom and pushed you to your knees. And for this small request, the greasy hands on your body at balls and dinners or any other social gathering halved – now only the truly self-righteous felt they could touch you still.

The only problem was you truly did love the boy you had chosen. He had faults yes, but he was kind – he brought you flowers and kissed your cheek. But he also spoke over you, forced you into silence and took what he wanted. And he always wanted the same thing.

If anything it was his father’s fault. The military commander never leaving room for debate when he argues with his wife – and sons only become what they see in their fathers.

Your father had left with a younger woman a few months after your fourteenth birthday, and you hadn’t seen him since – only heard stories of him galivanting around the autumn court from your classmates. You could see the distaste your mum held you in as she realised she would have to stick around to look after you, not yet old enough to be married. Then Amarantha had taken hold of the country and that possibility had been thrown out the window anyway.

Weirdly enough not that much changed in your life when she took power, the only major difference was that now you had to block out screams before going to sleep and even they had become like white noise. You still drank with your friends on Friday nights, went out with your boyfriend on Saturdays and slept the pain away on Sundays. Your weekdays consisted of school, dinners, balls and whatever more your mother could throw together to appease the high queen.

That and the high lord of the night court had started making appearances at the events your mother threw. He was a cruel man standing so proudly at the queen’s side – but you saw something flickering in his eyes whenever people spoke, complimenting his power and rule. You saw what you felt as you laughed at compliments and lingering touches – you saw pain, but more importantly you saw anger. And right now you could use anger.

During one ball you watched him leave, taking an odd route – not the one that would help him escape the loud music but instead a long winding corridor leading to a series of smaller rooms. Without thought you peeled away from your company, muttering excuses and went after him – grabbing a bottle of wine as you did.

You found him reclining in an empty room and knocked on the door gently. He cracked open an eye – slow like a cat – and beckoned you in. You moved to perch next to him, leaning back with a straight back and letting your head loll slightly as you took a swig of the dark red wine, before passing him the bottle.

“You looked like you could use a drink,” you smiled, eyes focused on his sharp jaw as he held the bottle to his mouth with a laugh.

“One way of putting it,” he smiled. The two of you sat in silence for several minutes as you took in his beauty, his looks plus mannerisms all made him seem like a wild cat - a panther trapped underground.

“Why are you here?” he finally asked, and you raised a hand to trace that sharp jaw. But instead of devouring you as any lesser man would’ve, he brushed your hand away and held it tightly in his larger one. “That’s not gonna happen, you’re what sixteen?”

“Almost seventeen,” you said, cheekily. He laughed but shook his head, squeezing your hand before releasing it.

“You’re still a child,” he said matter-of-factly, and you scoffed, stealing your wine back to drink again.

“Yeah well that’s usually a selling point,” your voice was sad, but you didn’t dare let your eyes stray from his – refusing to show fear, “And you’re so nice to me, I wouldn’t tell anyone.”

He laughed as you pouted, “You practice this in the mirror or something?”

“Usually works in three seconds,” you confess, and he whistles under his breath, “Men are rather easy to manipulate when they’ve been trying to get into your skirts since your first bleed.”

“And you wonder why I’m not about to take advantage of you,” he laughed, and you smiled – a real smile, or real enough. “Plus I don’t think your little boyfriend would be pleased.”

“Eh, he’s never pleased - I don’t think this could make him worse.” Rhysand took the wine back and frowned.

“Does he hurt you?” his voice was sincere but the laugh you let out was not.

“Don’t all men,” he swore, and you laughed again, “Yet you foil my plan to make you fall in love with me and whisk me away to the moon.”

He laughed, but his eyes darkened with deep sadness you were sure you would never understand, “I think we both no that even I could not do that, but I might be able to crush your fly.”

“Little boyfriend? Fly? You really don’t like him do you?” you laughed, head lighter already.

“I don’t like any man who thinks they can hurt women,” he said, frowning when he realised through your passing back and forth there was no wine left.

“Shit that took us like five minutes,” you complained, and he laughed, waving his hand lightly as several more bottles appeared before you – you grinned as you grabbed another.

“So any friends with weaker moral backbones that I could marry?” you asked with a laugh, and he smiled at you.

“I’m sure I could find someone,” he leaned back again. You smiled – finally happy that one night might pass in the company of a decent man.

Soon, you’d find it would be more than one night, a close friendship quickly blossoming between you and the high lord. All your friends were convinced you were sleeping together but true to his word he didn’t touch you, and by the time you surpassed the age of eighteen you didn’t want him to. But that didn’t stop other men.

After a particularly bad argument with your boyfriend that had left you with a handprint on your left cheek you had broken up with him – sending away his apologies and flowers, smart enough to see he didn’t hold the mental capacity to change.

Plus you were beautiful and young, you could certainly do better. And you soon did – rich men who liked to buy you jewellery, and fine clothes, men who enjoyed literature and art and spending time with you.

And at the start of each relationship, for a few blissful seconds you would believe in their pure intentions. But then a hand would drift from your lower back to your ass, or the gentle kiss that followed a necklace would shift from your mouth to your breasts. Not one of them wanted to wait until you were comfortable, so you made yourself comfortable.

You pictured pretty, strong men were holding you down and making you feel something, slipping your own hand between your legs and they penetrated you to try and replicate what you were sure a lover’s touch must feel like. And as always – after the first time- they stopped asking for permission, you were their toy, so you no longer had choice over that part of yourself.

But through nice guys and bad boys, for fifty years you had Rhysand who was a friend – who treated you with respect and finally let you talk, let you breathe.

In the end he was the one who found you, in the backroom of a party – drunk and undressed. You were weeping, curled in a ball with your attackers’ seed dripping out of you, bruises decorating your bare skin. When he turned you over with his comforting hands he found your nose dripping red and the vibrant lipstick you wore smudged.

He helped you sit up and redress, took you home and stood outside the bathroom while you scrubbed yourself clean in scalding water – still unsteady on your feet. You changed into a nightgown silently and neither of you said a word when you crawled into bed next to each other, crying in your best friends’ arms as he tried to console you.

When you woke up, he was gone with just a scribbled message about Amarantha and the name of a healer he trusted. But you just placed it back down, turning onto your back and staring at the ceiling as hot tears ran into your hairline.

You barely ate anything for the days following your assault – fighting with your mother more when you rarely saw her and subsequently breaking it off with your current boyfriend. You had thrown his hands off you when he tried to touch you and the screaming match that followed ended your relationship.

Your bond with Rhysand grew only closer however as you spent nights drinking in candlelight, talking about anything and everything until you were sure he knew every inch of your soul and you his.

“You know what I’m going to do as soon as she’s gone,” you whispered one night as you stared at the twinkling lights you had hung on your bedroom roof to imitate stars.

“What?” Rhys had asked, never letting his eyes leave the ‘stars’ which he had laughed at and then proceeded to rearrange to make them more accurate. To which you threw a pillow at his head.

“Find a hill, or a pier, or a large pit or anything and scream into it until my throat bleeds.” You said and he laughed, the bed beneath you rumbling.

“Consider me on board.” He joked as you sat up to perch at your vanity – smudging the sharp eyeliner you wore with a small brush and applying some red lipstick.

“Wanna go out?” you asked him, and he sat up to with a small, sad smile.

“Can’t.” you understood his implication and frowned.

“I’m honestly surprised she hasn’t gutted me yet,” you tried to lighten the mood, but his face darkened slightly when he joked back.

“Oh she wants to, I’m telling her any information you give me about citizens, so she doesn’t.” He said, ruffling your hair as he stood to leave.

“That’s fair, I’ll keep an ear out,” you smiled, squeezing his hand gently before he left.

Things changed when Feyre Archeron appeared, you saw the way your friend watched her and realised you might be competing for his attention soon, but you were happy for him. Until he brought her to that first party – drugged and barely dressed. You felt the bile rise in your throat as you pushed down memories of yourself in such a similar position, and while you knew he would never hurt her – he was still a man. And you were foolish to believe for all those years that he was a man who would realise this was wrong.

Making polite excuses you left the party, picking up the tails of your dress as you all but raced home – ditching the dress and closing the blinds tightly as you made yourself food in your underwear. The sick feeling in your throat spreading through your chest and stomach as you ate, abandoning your meal halfway for a book and large sweater. And when he knocked on your door that night, desperate to tell you all about her – all about the human girl who he was sure could be his mate, you pretended to be asleep.

You barely spoke to him the whole time she was there, unable to look him in the eyes when she was so clearly out of it – and the feeling only grew when the next morning she would have all eyes on her. You understood that feeling. You instead spent parties flirting with Tarquin, the young high lord who was only a few years your senior or warding off marriage invitations with laughs and carefully placed words.

Rhys would sometimes catch your eyes – furrowing his eyebrows at you when you avoided his gaze, the sick feeling never really leaving. But it wasn’t until you watched Tamlin slay Amarantha with a smile that he tried to speak to you again. Feyre was Fae and leaving with her betrothed and Rhysand had just confirmed they were mates – and never had he needed his best friend quiet like he did now.

You were sitting when he found you, head in your palms and blood dusting the skirts of your dress. You had been sitting near Amarantha when it happened. You looked up when he neared, smiling sadly as he sat next to you.

“Want to go home?” he asked you quietly and you scoffed, standing, and moving to leave quickly. He followed after you, grabbing your arm as you wrenched it out of his grip with more ferocity than he had ever seen from you.

“Don’t touch me,” he held his hands up, backing away to give you space as you got your breathing under control.

“What did I do?” he asked – smart enough to not presume anything.

“How could you think it was okay, after what happened?” your voice was quiet again, and so sad.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he implored, stepping slightly closer again. You raised your eyes to meet his and he understood, the darkness you carried in your eyes shining through – the memories that resurfaced in those dark moments. “I’m sorry, let me explain please.”

You let him hold your arm softly as he winnowed the two of you to your house where you sat down heavy and tired.

“I did it because she needed out of that cell, but I saw what they did to you and you’re a fae woman, she’s… she was human. So it meant that no one else would touch her.” He tried to explain, “And she wouldn’t want to remember.”

“That’s a horrible thing to do Rhys.” You stated and he hung his head low, “How in anyway was that helping her, to get her out you could’ve snuck her here or just take her to a ball and let her dress normally.”

“I’m sorry, I just knew this would’ve been the safest option,” he grabbed your hand again and squeezed it like he did all those years ago, “It’s over, we can go home.”

“I am home,” you laughed bitterly, gesturing to your house.

“No, you’re coming out of this city – we’re putting it behind us.” He stood and held out a hand.

“I know you’re trying to be dramatic and all, but I have to pack – and think.” You said and he laughed.

“Take your time,” he said, sitting back to wait for you, “And I know it might take you a while to forgive me, but I’ll wait.”

You had left soon after, as he revealed his city to you. Winnowing to a house where two beautiful women stood at the door, strong winged men appearing next to them almost instantly – all sharing the same tear-eyed look. Well, all asides from a short, dark-haired woman who simply smiled.

The men you presumed were Azriel and Cassian barrelled towards Rhysand, attacking him in the most violent hug you had ever witnessed. Mor followed soon after and Amren simply offered him a curt nod, to which he bowed slightly with a cheeky smile.

Cassian turned to look at you and everyone followed suit, you straightened up – not wanting to cower under their gazes.

“And this, this is (y/n).” Rhysand said, placing a hand on your elbow, “She’s the only reason I survived under the mountain.”

You smiled at him, annoyed still – but you still held so much love for him in your heart. You looked away when Cassian approached and wrapped you in a tight hug, lifting you off the ground slightly.

When he released you he looked you dead in the eye, “I am forever in your service.”

“Cassian let go of the poor girl,” Mor exclaimed behind him, and you giggled, looking to Rhys for support.

“Forgot to tell you he’s a hugger,” he shrugged, and you shoved his shoulder.

“Oh did you!” you laughed.

“Gotta get used to it, you’re part of the team now,” Cassian slung an arm around your shoulder as he guided you inside, “which means lots of hugs and long talks about emotions.”

“Don’t steal my best friend Cassian,” Rhys jabbed at his brother as you all moved to sit inside around a long table.

“He already had I’m afraid, can’t reverse love like ours,” you joined in, patting Cassian’s hand as he punched the air in victory, Rhysand feigning pain as he dramatically collapsed into his chair – a hand over his heart.

When you were finally seated you caught Azriel’s gaze, his eyes locked on you – having watched you interact with his family for less than five minutes and already completely enamoured. You smiled softly when you caught his gaze and he grinned at you, no words passing.

Later that evening – after too many drinks, you found yourself alone on a balcony you found, drinking in the fresh air greedily after all those years underground. You didn’t realise he was there until he was next to you – silent on his feet, his shadows a cool chill passing over your shoulders.

You tilted your head to look at him, in awe of his beauty. Not even Rhysand had awed you as much as this man was, his beauty unparalleled by anyone you had met before. He turned his gaze down to you as well, fighting the urge to reach out and touch you as he watched you move with such elegant curiosity.

“We haven’t had the pleasure of being formally introduced,” you smiled, lifting your hand delicately, “I’m (y/n).”

He met your hand halfway, lifting it to his mouth with perfectly poised and trained grace. “Azriel,” his voice was deep, gruff – and sent chills through you quickly. But when he moved your hand from his mouth you held on, the sparks flowing through you telling you all you needed to know. He similarly made no move to let go.

“Are we? I don’t really know how any of this works,” you laughed nervously but he smiled so warmly and tugged you slightly closer to him with the hand you were still clutching.

“You’re my mate princess,” he said, voice rough from disuse. You smiled widely, eyes forming tears as your gaze never strayed from him – finally getting one person who would truly love you, not your body – but you. He tugged your hand gently and you followed him inside, smiling and love drunk.

“We should probably go to the house of wind,” his voice was quiet as you furrowed your eyebrows at him.

“Me and Cassian have to share a room here, the bed are singles.” You smiled and laughed – irrevocably happy.

“Yeah maybe not,” you said, and he held your hand softly as he walked you to the front door, passed his past out friends, Rhys cracking an eye open when you walked past him, and you turned when he tugged your skirt gently.

You okay? He asked in your mind, and you smiled at him.

I’m perfect, why? You replied as he closed his eyes again, clearly too tired to hold them open - Azriel moving to retrieve your coats.

Just don’t feel pressured into doing anything you’re not ready for, Azriel is understanding he won’t get angry. A sort of cold feeling settled on your shoulders when you realised why Azriel wanted that extra privacy.

Shit forgot I had to do that you joked but Rhysand felt the stress growing, however before he could reply Azriel was by your side again and you were waving him goodbye, your smile tight lipped.

Honestly, you trusted Rhysand when he said that Azriel would understand – but so far you had yet to meet a man who truly respected the boundaries you set, a man who would truly wait. Azriel met your eyes in silent questions before scooping you into his arms, flying high above the house as you squealed in his arms, clinging tightly to his neck, and shutting your eyes tightly as you soared above the vibrant city.

He felt you tense as you neared the house, swooping lower in order to land on the large balcony attached to his room. He placed you on shaky legs gently and looked down to smile at you again – heart so full of love and peace.

Not only was his brother returned to him in one piece, but along beside him came you. His mate. His mate.

You caught his gaze and gave him a tight-lipped smile, terrified for history to repeat itself. You wanted to talk to him and know him – you didn’t want him to learn to love your body instead of you. And you were truly afraid to be touched again, you hadn’t been with a man since you were raped – fear stopping you before they could get close and walls slamming up if they tried.

“Are you okay?” Azriel’s voice was dripping with concern – genuine concern, and the way he said it made tears well up in your eyes. His own instantly widened as he sensed the sadness and fear rolling of you in waves, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you sobbed into his chest. “Oh sweetheart we don’t have to do anything, c’mon lets go sit down.”

He guided you through the glass doors and sat you down gently on the bed, holding you gently and coaxing you through your breakdown. Once your breathing had calmed slightly and you had pulled out of his embrace, wiping your tears harshly with the butt of your hand.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered quietly, terrified to anger your mate when you’ve only just found him.

“It’s okay darling, what’s wrong – did I do something? You’re not terrified of heights are you?” he asked, and you laughed softly, a smile growing on his face as his worries eased slightly.

“No, that was fun,” he grabbed your hand in his scarred ones and you gripped it tightly.

“Then what was it?” you looked into those beautiful, worried eyes and let out an exhale – bottom lip quivering.

“I just don’t think I can – I can’t do that tonight.” You whispered the words lowly, afraid of his reaction as you clung like a child to his hand.

“Hey, that’s okay – we don’t have to do anything until you’re ready,” he smiled, worries easing. You still wanted to be with him, just not in that way yet – and he could wait. He would wait a million years if you asked.

“Even if I’m not ready for a while?” You asked, and he held your face in his hands gently – looking into your tear-filled, defeated eyes.

“I would wait forever and then some – I have already waited so long to meet you, I’m sure I can last longer, especially if you’re next to me.” Your smile was so sad when you met his eyes.

“I’ve been told that before,” Azriel just pulled you closer to him with a cheeky grin.

“And were any of them your mate?”

“No,” you smiled at him again and he thought his heart was going to combust.

“Well then, I love to prove people wrong.” You buried your head into his chest as his arms came around you once more, “Would you like to sleep here, or would you like your own room?”

“Here is fine, I like the way you make me feel,” you said quietly, tugging on the bond experimentally. Azriel just smiled and tugged back.

“That works for me, I’ll get you a change of clothes.” He moved to stand but you stopped him – tugging on the dress shirt he wore.

“I want this,” you grinned cheekily up at him, and he laughed, but undid the buttons and pulled it off anyway – turning around to let you change in peace. When he turned back around you were looking up at him with wide eyes – looking impossibly cute in his shirt.

“It has holes in the back,” you complained, and he laughed, sitting down to tug off his trousers before sliding under the covers as you scrambled to lay in his arms.

“Well I do have wings,” he cemented his point by letting one drape over your shoulders as you sighed in content.

“Really, I hadn’t noticed,” you deadpanned quietly, burrowed deep under his arms and the covers. His chest rumbled with the silent laugh as he pressed a kiss into your hairline.

The next morning he awoke to you laying on his chest, tracing the scars on the backs of his hands with a delicately pointed finger. He stared in wonder, and you must have felt his gaze because you turned your head to meet his eyes, face still puffy from sleep. As you whispered to him that morning, your chin resting on his chest as you gazed up at him until he rose to get your morning drinks. Barely daring to leave for more than a few seconds. And when he returned he was so glad he did – welcoming the sight of you curled up under his sheets with a shy smile and tired eyes.

“Do we have to do anything today?” you asked as you sipped your drink slowly, Azriel’s’ arm tight and secure around your waist.

“Nope,” he said, delighted at the prospect, “I just want to be with you and my family.”

“Sounds heavenly.”

True to his word, for the next few weeks that past, you and Azriel didn’t progress past slow, occasional kisses and lingering touches. But before either of those he was always searching your eyes – asking permission. And you truly fell in love with him during those weeks.

He was caring and consistent – never promising anything he couldn’t bring. And he cared for you, he cared for you past your body and looks. He wanted to be with you for an eternity.

One night, while you lay together, speaking lowly and listening to the rain fall outside your room – a glass door cracked open, you decided you were ready. You pressed closer to him, your lips meeting his own in a kiss more passionate than you had previously shared.

He followed your lead with just as much passion, but when you crawled into his lap he pulled away slightly.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to rush you,” he asked quietly, hands coming to rest on your hips.

“I’m sure, I love you and I want to be with you.” You told him sincerely, “But I haven’t been with anyone in a few years so I’m a little out of practice.”

You giggled nervously but he furrowed his eyebrows, “But you told me about your boyfriends?”

“Yeah but I – stopped dating about five years ago.” You tried to explain quickly, old nerves being brought up, but Azriel pulled you closer and as always his touch calmed you.

“Can I ask why?” he watched you drop your head a little as you breathed slowly – determined to not let your fear rise, you would probably end up telling him anyway so you might as well get it over with.

“I was raped.” You stated and his grip on your hips tightened slightly as he swore.

“Darling, I’m so sorry,” he started but you stopped him with a sharp glaze.

“You don’t need to apologise, it happened and it’s over now.” He could practically feel you pull away, so he loosened his grip on your hips and instead brought his arms up to hold you against his chest.

“Who did it?” he asked, voice dark and dangerous. You muttered a name lowly – under your breath – and he pocketed in the darkest corners of his mind for later. His shadows itching to tear the man apart.

“Look (y/n), if you’re ready I am more than happy to oblige but I need to know you’re really ready, I will wait as long as you need.” You pulled away from his chest and kissed him gently.

“I’m ready, I trust you,” he smiled up at you from where you perched on his lap and you giggled and he flipped you over, laying between your legs with a feral grin.

He made you cum three times with his mouth and those beautiful, beautiful hands alone – more than you had ever experienced with a man and he hadn’t even received any pleasure yet. Except from the pleasure of watching his perfect mate fall apart on his sheets, over and over.

And when he lay over you, your legs pushed up and wrapped around his waist, and his forearms on either side of your head – he would later swear he had never felt more complete.

“I’m here with you remember, will be the whole time.” He assured you, voice soft as he lined himself up and you smiled.

“I love you so much,” you whispered, and he pushed in slowly, filling every part of you and pushing against every spot you didn’t know you had. You swore under your breath when he bottomed out, the slight pain quickly being reduced to please as he dropped his head into the crook of your neck.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good,” you felt shivers run through your body at his gruff voice and smiled, moaning when he began to move.

He pulled his head from where it hid in your neck and watched as you closed your eyes – head thrown back with a smile – and his hips bucked, desperately trying to control himself as he watched you arch your back.

“Shit Az, you’re so big,” you moaned loudly, unaware of the trance you had pulled your mate into.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered with a harsh thrust, a hand coming to stroke down your face as you opened your eyes to meet his, “So perfect.”

You felt as if your heart was going to burst from the love that filled it as you reached up to kiss him softly – conveying every word, every thought, through that kiss. When you pulled away you were nearing your end, the sensations building in you without the need of a fantasy or your own hand.

You moaned his name, gripping his shoulders tightly as one hand instinctively moved to stroke down his wing. He shuddered above you with a loud groan – his thrusts speeding up as he to neared release, yours hips surely bruising from the force of his own.

“C’mon baby, need to feel you, need to know you’re mine.” His words ignited something in your stomach, and you clung tighter to him, kissing his sharp jaw as you smiled.

“I’m yours Azriel, now and forever.” Your gentle words pushed him over the edge and his skilful fingers dipping between your thighs brought you down with him. The two of you crying out at the sensations you shared as a growing need to never let him go consumed you.

He collapsed on top of you soon after and he intertwined your fingers with his own as your breathing evened out. He slipped out of you, and you smiled up at him as he sat up, rolling off your body and laying to the side while you came to rest your head on his firm chest. He brought his spare hand upwards – twirling strands of your hair slightly as you rested in silence. After a few minutes, you clambered into his lap and kissed him firmly as he pulled you impossibly close.

“Thank you,” you whispered against his lips, and he felt his heart swell with gratitude to the world for giving him an angel that would willingly hold his hand and guide him out of the darkness.

“I am so in love with you,” he whispered back, and you giggled, a hand moving slowly to stroke him as you felt him harden beneath you again.

“Hmm, is that so?” you whispered.

Azriel, who had started pressing light kisses into your neck, nipped you gently, making you squeal, “What were you saying darling?”

“That I am also deeply, and unequivocally in love with you.” You replied and he rolled his eyes.

“Just putting me to shame with your big words.” He muttered and you giggled – crawling down his body.

“I’m sure I could make it up to you.”

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yuichi-ro · 2 years

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an: i have deleted and rewrote this fucking thing twice now i'm not responsible for how it comes out anymore i swear, lowkey goes along with this part cw: fem!Reader, mentions of death/funeral, mentions of child loss, forced divorce, angst + comfort, established relationship (ish), casual drinking, smut, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, creampie, pretty soft fluffy emotional sex, unedited word count: 3.8k

Nobuchika's shoulders heaved up with the breath he took.

Knelt down in front of his father's grave. Head bowed down as the dark haired man kept his eyes closed. Words falling between the three of you like old times. But everything he said to his father, could only be heard by you.

"...my crime coefficient is up to one hundred and forty now. As they suspected it won't come down now," Nobuchika spoke softly. The shrine's hallway desolate aside from the two of you standing in the morning sun peaking past the cement walls, "I know what I'm going to do now. It's why I came here to see you today actually."

Words spoken to his father. Falling on deaf ears. Wreaking havoc on your heart as you swallowed the lump in your throat. Keeping yourself in control as to give Nobuchika the chance to do this one thing without worry for your own emotions.

No longer the shepherd he once was, the two of you stood as equals once more in life.

"They say there's no chance of it recovering now but-" With his words spilling forth, Nobuchika felt your hand fall onto his shoulder. Unable to help it the man reached up and laid his gloved hand on yours even as you squeezed his shoulder firmly, "-but you know me. I won't sit around in the isolation chamber moping around doing nothing." The comfort your grip gave him allowed Nobuchika to lift his head up and stare on at the headstone engraved with his late father's name, "So. I'm going back to the PSB. I know how much you wanted me to take a different path." He stopped to look back at your for a second before laying his eyes back to his father's resting place, "How much you wanted both of us to take a different path. But now I've fallen off that path for both of us. I know I was never that great of a son."

"Nobuchika no-" You couldn't hear him talk like this about himself only a few short weeks after his dad's passing.

Swelling his chest with a deep breath he shook his head holding back any tears that might have fallen on a previous trip to the same site. Now Nobuchika squeezed your hand as your fingers pressed into the metal of his new fabricated prosthetic left arm. He couldn't feel your touch but he felt the weight of your hand on him and that was enough to keep him grounded, "Strangely though...I don't think I have any regrets about this now. Someone has to live the life of a hound. It's shitty work but someone's got to do it." Slowly he rose from his kneeling before his father's grave. Dark eyes cast down as he reached for your hand and gave it a squeeze before letting it go, "And at least I'm back where I belong. With who I belong."

When he squeezed your hand, you also gave Nobuchika the firm confirmation that you were right there beside him. Just like you had been. Since you were kids.

His words spoken. You stepped past your ex husband as well as your newly de-ranked inspector. A terrible cheap beer that you knew the late Masaoka loved in your hands. It's what you brought him as the rest of the things you, Nobuchika and the other PSB enforcers left for the deceased, sat untouched on his shrine.

Placed neatly among the rest of the offerings, you press your hands together and close your eyes for a moment of solace prayer for the dead. Afraid of what your voice might do if you spoke. Nobuchika's words still hanging heavy in your heart. Missing the old man certainly as much as his son did.

"Thank you." You mumbled softly to the shrine, "For giving me your only son to love." Tears crept up on your words. Forfeiting what else you might say in favor of wiping at your eyes and getting up to bow to the shrine, "Thank you Masaoka."

Both of you stood up straight in front of the headstone. Following with a bow that lasted a few seconds longer than it needed to. Before Nobuchika and yourself exchanged a look.

"Inspector Akane is waiting." You mentioned in passing the chaperone that was kind enough to bring you both here on her free time, "...are you ok?"

Brushing away the tears that clung to his dark lashes. Glasses no longer in the way, Nobuchika took another deep breath to center himself after all was said and done. This time more shaky than the first though he ignored that. And looked over at you without a word to speak of even to answer your simple question. Unable to do anything but stare at you as he wanted nothing more than to embrace you. Emotions still raw, unsure they'd ever heal in fact, Nobuchika kept staring until your words filled the air between the two of you for his and yours sake.

"...would you like to come back to my dorm for a drink?" You offered, something you could never do as an enforcer asking such a thing of an inspector. But now as your ex husband fell the same fate you did all those years ago. Offering your comfort in the matter as you grieved the loss of someone also dear to you, seemed like the only answer for the two of you.

Nobuchika looked at the two unopened beers on his father's gravestone. They'd remained untouched until either of you swapped them out for new ones. And he didn't even like to drink that often but as the thought of sharing a drink with a loved one came to the forefront of his mind, Nobuchika only really had one answer to your question, "...I'd love to."

Golden liquor dancing around the ice cubes when you shuffled the tumbler in Nobuchika's direction. Offering him the first pour as you took the second. Just the clink of your glasses together before throwing back a swig.

Plumed with the taste and smell of smoke accented by fruity undertones to make it go down easier. The two of you swallowed the gulp of scotch before setting the tumblers down on the table in front of the couch. Your room as familiar to you as anything would be after being your only home for the past few years. All of it the same. Except Nobuchika had never sat with you in this old home since Sibyl separated work and relations for the two of you.

"It's funny..." You leaned into the back of the couch, eyes casted over at the cup of scotch sitting on your table, "That was the brand of scotch Masaoka gave us for our wedding."

Nobuchika knew it smelled as familiar as it tasted, "Is it the same bottle?"

You shook your head with a little frown, "No. He and I drank it the first night I was down here."

"Leave it to my father to think of a reason to celebrate." Nobuchika shook his head, tumbler raised to his lips as he took another swig, "...really reminds me of the old man."

Eyes glossed over to recall the vivid likeness this moment shared. Instead of the old man though, his son and the love of your life, sat in the very spot he had when you first became an enforcer. Now though as you thought about it, the roles were reversed. Masaoka had been sitting on the end of the couch you were when he talked you through the first night as a no longer free person. It was a cursed blessing to think now you spoke like the old man had to his son of all people. You always wanted to be together again but seeing him as an enforcer wasn't how you thought it would play out.

"Your dad..." You began, grabbing for your drink even if you didn't take a sip, "He meant the world to me even after our divorce. I...honestly thought about just opting to be locked up. But he talked me out of it. Talked me into staying at the PSB even as an enforcer."

"Funny," He looked down at the ice clinking together in his drink, "He told me to step away from it. To not be here, to be a ball rolling elsewhere just to stay safe."

Seldom did you see him this way. Unafraid of the consequences now, you reached out and set a hand on Nobuchika's thigh to make him look at you instead of dwelling on the cup in his hands, "He loved you, I know that seems dumb to say now but...I get it. I get loving your kid so much to risk your own life for them. Your dad did what any parent would do, latent criminal or not."

From the hand on his thigh, Nobuchika's eyes drifted over to your mid section. Very painfully aware you were speaking on behalf of his father but also with real experience. The thoughts clogged his mind until they were simply too hard to keep to himself, "...did he ever know? I...I never shared the case file with him. I thought it rude to breech protocol like that and...to not ask you about it first."

"You never asked me any of it Nobuchika."

"I know." His grip on the scotch glass tightened, "I regret that every day. I should have been there- I should have-"

You reached out past just touching his leg. To cup his cheek in you palm and make the dark haired man look at you before his thoughts trailed too much, "I didn't even know. I didn't know until they were doing a scan. There's- Nothing I could have done to stop them from sterilizing me I know that. I just wish I wasn't so caught up in the moment to forget what we had going for us." You swiped your thumb over his cheek. Adoring the look on his face and remembering how much you loved having him close to you. A heart truly outside your body. You chewed down on your bottom lip holding it together when a tired smile crossed your face and you rubbed your thumb over his cheek, "I told your dad he had a little grandson the first night I was here. He was so excited that I honestly forgot for a second what they did to me. Your dad was just so happy to know we loved each other that- He reminded me to not give up on any part of me. And helped me stay here at the PSB just so I could keep you safe. Now though-" Your touch faded from his cheek just to flutter across the metal of his left arm. Smile fading to a dip in a small frown as you shook your head, "-I broke that promise. You got hurt and I-"

"An arm is nothing." Nobuchika finally broke apart your rambling. Here in the seclusion of your own dorm, both as enforcers and equals once more, he didn't stop to think of repercussions when he reached out to hold your face in his hands, "We've both lost something now. But we're- I mean- If you'll have me again we-"

It was hard to recall the last few years apart when he was right here in front of you. Like they hadn't even happened in fact. You weren't dethroned after an unsolved crime spree that left you and Kogami as latent criminals with no rights of your own. Nobuchika wasn't a fallen and wounded officer after finally unearthing Makishima's evil from the world you both lived in. You weren't a sterilized divorced disgraced latent criminal. Nobuchika wasn't a a criminal now just like you. For a second in this very moment it was like none of that ever happened. And it was all a bad dream that you both woke up from suddenly on the couch.

When the crash of your lips met. That was the reminder this wasn't a dream. In fact as real as it came really. Nothing was the same and nothing was ever going to be the same. But the entangled heart strings you still held for him weren't easily shed even by the logic of the Sibyl system.

Forgotten drinks left on the table. You slid your way into Nobuchika's lap. Holding his face in your warm palms. While he offered the coolness of his prosthetic in contrast to the warmth of his other palm against your cheek. Pulling you down closer to him as all that mattered was the way his lips meshed with yours.

"I missed you-" Nobuchika managed through a gasping breath when you both parted for air. For a simple second though when your lips came crashing together once more. Making his words chopping as the two of you kissed, "I should have never let them- Take you away- I should have fought- Stayed- Something-"

"No. Don't do this-" You shook your head, breaking the kiss to place your lips against his cheek then followed the line down his jaw and along his neck, "Don't make it a regret- You're here now. You're with me- It's all I've ever wanted-"

"I'm not going anywhere-" He gripped your hips, pulling them down onto his lap unconsciously. It had been literal years since the two of you had been like this. And in that time he didn't forget an inch of you, "I love you-"

"I've loved you this entire time-" You pressed your lips against the sweet spot of his ear, feeling him grip you tighter and rut his hips up against you like he always would do when you kissed him in just the right spot, "I've never stopped loving you."

Just like the first time you'd ever been with him. To the night of your wedding. And even now. His body felt like simply an extension of your own. In love with every small detail that you never forgot. From the way your lips danced along his shoulder. Or his thumbs dipped into the soft flesh of your hips when he grabbed you. Nobuchika's heart warming familiarity when he kissed down your throat and across your chest. Breath tickling your breasts as you leaned over him. Bringing your forehead against his if only for a second to look down at him as you hovered above him on his lap.

"You- Look so perfect without your glasses." You couldn't help stare down at him, drunk on the feeling of pleasure winding its way through your body as the closeness you two shared depended, "You look just the way you did I fell in love as kids."

Nobuchika leaned up, catching his lips on yours when he curled his arms around your back. Slipping his hands up under your thin t shirt in the heat of the moment. Craving to feel your skin once more and when his fingertips met your warmth he wanted more. Deepening the kiss with the flood of your taste as your tongues wrestled, "Let me make it up to you. Let me love you without any regrets."

Unable to help the smile against the kiss, you looked down at him as you slid your hands up under his shoulder and began peeling it off of him with a grin, "You don't have to make up for anything. Being near you is all I ever wanted."

The rest was history. Or as close to history as it could get.

As your bodies wasted no time remembering who the other was. Your clothes quickly got in the way and the barely touched drinks sat alone on the table as you and Nobuchika fell back into something you missed so much. Missed so much in fact that it had been years since either of you felt pleasure like this circulating through your bodies.

Hands roaming over his bare chest. Unfamiliar to the prosthetic that still didn't stop you at all. Peppering him with a million and one kisses over his pale chest as Nobuchika rolled your hips against his crotch. Evident in his arousal as your clothed cunt rubbed against the tent in his undone slacks each time you followed the motions of each other's bodies. Moans bubbling up between the both of you at the friction.

Palms squeezing your hips to then moving up and squeezing your breasts. The lewd noise falling from your lips made him throb in a seconds notice, "I need you-" All but a hoarse whisper against your lips when Nobuchika moved back up to kiss you desperately.

Reaching down to press your palm against his cock. You felt your insides twisting and aching for him. Foreplay and savoring things could be saved for later. How you craved to feel him inside you once more.

Letting go of him, much to a disgruntled groan that escaped him. Nobuchika didn't break the kiss as you managed to pull your panties out of the way and he fumbled to free himself from his boxers. Cock springing up free the second he was able to slip himself past the slit in the fabric. Swollen purple tip neglected even from himself as he'd never felt quiet right being with anyone but you. Thankful the sentiment was shared as you lowered yourself down. Just to find your slit as soaked and warm as he recalled. Fighting the urge right away to bury himself inside you. Nobuchika resituated his hands on your hips. Grabbing them with all his might as you slowly sank yourself down on his cock.

"S-Shit-" You growled, reveling in the first feelings of his cock slipping inside you once more. How long it'd been left your walls clenching around him even as your juices drooled down the rest of his shaft. Making it easier with each passing second for you to slip down on all of him until finally your hips met.

Nobuchika's cock twitching inside your velvety walls. As naked and bare as you remember. Looking down at him with half lidded and love struck eyes. To see his chest heaving with unsteady breathes and flush redness to his beautiful cheeks. All while your cunt simply invited him to rut his hips up deeper into you like he couldn't get close enough.

"Mmfh- It's- It's been too long-" Nobuchika couldn't keep coherent thought in his head if he wanted to. This was the most relaxed and happy he'd felt in years. Lying under you as he gazed up at you love struck like a fool all over again. He gave a little thrust to his hips. Watching you meet his movements and feeling your tighten around him. It was embarrassing to admit at almost thirty but just looking at you above him made him realize he wasn't going to last long.

"Too long-" You came crashing down on him. Lips meeting once more as you drug yourself off his cock. Feeling your walls twitch around him as you pushed back down. Body fueling it's own needs now as you let it do what it wanted.

Hips grinding against his. Pinning him down on the couch as your cunt swallowed up every inch of him. Nobuchika only able to rut up at the right angle to feel your squishy walls envelope him and steal away his breath. The slap of your skin together in your dorm was something you had no idea you'd missed so much. Fucking each other senseless as the ripples in the scotch next to you were the only dead give aways to your new found freedom together as enforcers.

"I- I'm going to cum- Shit if you keep-"

"Cum in me-" You panted against his lips, unable to breath and kiss properly as your bodies snapped against one another, "Please- For- For me- I want you to fill me up like you always wanted to- Nobuchika please-"

The notion that there was ever a moment in life that he didn't want to see you full of him was almost humorous. Even from an early age all he ever wanted was a life and a family with you. Now as those had been stripped from you both the pure act of attempting to make new life was all you both had. Knowing full well it could never happen now. Just hearing you ask for it like you had as freshly married newly weds sent him over the edge.

Arms linking behind your back. Nobuchika felt his hips stutter in their movements. Knot in his stomach reaching a tightness that simply couldn't do anything but burst in a moments notice. His hips snapping into yours while his arms held you down to him. Cock kissing the deepest part of your cunt as he groaned against your lips and allowed every last drop of cum to spill into you. Pumping you full of cum as his entire body seemingly sighed under you. Leaving you clutching to each other as his cum seeped slowly out around his cock still buried deep inside you.

Tipping your head back just a little bit. Enough to allow you to kiss his chin. You sighed almost content with yourself ready to bask in the glow of the aftermath. Until you felt him shifting under you and Nobuchika thrusting up deeper in you this time. Hands no longer behind you. Instead one slipped between your bodies and quickly finding your clit in a moments notice. Sending a shiver running through your body as you gasped at the sensation on your sensitive bud.

"Nobuchika I-"

Smiling sweetly up at you, seeing his face as clear as day, he leaned up and kissed you sweetly before rutting his hips deeper inside you just to feel you moan against his lips, "You haven't came yet. And it's my duty to always fulfil your needs." He smiled against your lips when his finger grazed your clit and made you moan even louder, "And that's an oath no one will ever make me break to you ever again. Promise."

Just the two of you. Untouched drinks giving your actions away as the top of the scotch rippled with the slight motions from the couch next to it. The two of you had spent so much time playing by Sibyl's rules. Now that you both seemingly lost that game, nothing more than hunting dogs to be used, all you could care about was being together again. No real rights as latent criminals. What did it matter when finally you could be together again.

Sibyl or not. There was no reasoning away love. Somethings were just better left to human touch than anything a machine could do. Both of you knew that finally and were unwilling to ever give it up again.

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sweetyyhippyy · 3 years

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Alone at Last. Spencer Reid x Female Reader. Part 2.

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Summary: A few months after *part 1*. Spencer and his wife take advantage of an empty house while the kids are at school.

TW: Mentions of taking a pregnancy test. Sex with the possibility of getting caught. Oral sex (female receiving). Fingering. Calling Spencer “sir”. Almost getting caught during sex. Mirror sex. Hair pulling. Dirty talk. Praising. Breeding. Creampie.

Word Count: 2.6k

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She picked up the white stick from the counter, frowning at the word “NEGATIVE” that was displayed on the screen.

With a heavy sigh she threw the plastic stick away in the trash, washing her hands and going out to start her morning. Her kids still had at least 45 more minutes before they had to get up which was long enough to get their breakfast cooking.

Spencer was away on a case out of state, which meant that getting both of the kids up, fed, and to school was all up to her.

As she went down the stairs she could hear shuffling going on in the kitchen and the smell of fresh brewing coffee. She peeked around the corner hesitant at first, until she recognized the back of her husband’s head.

“You’re home!” She cheers quietly, wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him from behind.

“I wanted to surprise you and the kids. I got in about an hour ago.” He quickly turns around and takes his wife’s face in his hands, kissing her softly. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” She responds, resting her head against his chest. “I um… took a test this morning.” She starts.

“Yeah?”

She looks up at Spencer and bites her bottom lip, looking displeased.

“Oh honey, I’m sorry.” Spencer says, rubbing her lower back in comfort.

“It’s been months that we’ve been trying. We didn’t have this much trouble getting pregnant with Jason and Valerie.”

“Well, with them we were younger.”

“Are you saying I’m old?” She asks, not being able to contain the laugh that was on her face.

Spencer’s eyes widen, realizing his mistake right away. “No! No! No, I’m just saying that you just turned 33 so it’s going to be harder to get pregnant. We were both in our early 20s when we had Jason.”

She sighs and nods her head. “I know. I just… I want a baby now.”

Spencer kisses her forehead and brings her in for another hug. “We’ll have another, sweetheart. But in the meantime, we get to make the baby and I know you enjoy doing that.” He whispers.

“Spencer Reid, it is 5:30 in the morning are you really trying to do this now?”

“I am.” He backs his wife against the counter and lifts her up, making her sit against the countertop.

“Spencer! We eat and cook on this counter!”

“And I’m about to eat too.”

She can’t help but laugh, covering her face with her hands and Spencer wastes no time with pulling her shorts down her hips and instantly licking a long stripe up her pussy. “Fuck!” She moans quietly, her fingers intertwining his hair. “I-I know you like doing that, and-fuck- I love when you eat me out too.” She gets lost in her train of thought as Spencer flicks his tongue back and forth against her clit, making her whole body go weak. “Oh my god!” She whisper yells. “We don’t have time for this if you’re going to fuck me.”

Spencer gives a few more licks before coming up and meeting her face to face.

“Come here.” She says, kissing his lips harshly.

Spencer took advantage of the fact his wife’s legs were open, taking his fingers and slicking his fingers up and down her folds, touching the wetness and slipping his fingers in.

“Spencer!” She whines, her head falling back.

Spencer kisses her neck, lightly nipping at the skin, making her yelp a little too loudly.

She covers her mouth with her hand, stifling a laugh.

“Shhh, so loud.” Spencer teases, a smile on his face.

“We have maybe 20 more minutes before the kids need to be up. We need to hurry this along.”

“Oh, so romantic baby.” Spencer says with sarcasm laced in his voice.

She hops off the counter and turns her back to him, bending over the counter. “I’m all about the romance.” She smirks, letting her shorts fall down around her ankles.

Spencer quickly fishes his cock from the zipper, stroking himself a few times before guiding himself in, a throaty groan coming from him. “Fuck baby, so wet.”

“You know you can just look at me and I get wet.” She whispers, clinging onto a clean dishrag on the counter.

Spencer kept a nice steady pace as he gripped both sides of her hips, railing into her. “You take me so well, baby.”

His wife hums in response, letting out a string of broken sobs, careful not to moan too loudly. “Baby, harder and please! I need more.”

Spencer gives her ass one harsh slap, making her yelp again. “You think you can take my cock going harder into you?” He asks, grabbing the ponytail that was going down her back and yanks it back.

“Yes sir! Yes I can take it!”

Spencer fucks into her harder, holding both of her shoulders for balance. “Sir? That’s the route you wanna go, darling?”

Just as she’s about to answer they hear a door open from upstairs followed by footsteps.

“Shit! No!” She cusses as Spencer reluctantly pulls out and helps his wife pick her shorts up and fixes them for her.

Spencer turns around to situate himself, trying to hide the evidence of what they were just doing.

She grabs the disinfectant spray and a paper towel, wiping the counter off as their son makes his way down the stairs. “Hi sweetheart.” She calls out to him.

He continues to rub the sleep out of his eyes until he sees his dad. “Dad! You’re home!” He runs to him, Spencer embracing him for a hug.

“Hey buddy.” Spencer says, holding his first born.

“Is your sister awake?” She asks Jason.

“I don’t know. I had to wake up because I heard sounds and didn’t know what it was. And then I had to go to the bathroom.”

Spencer and his wife make eye contact, his wife trying to hide the smile on her face.

“I’m going to go upstairs and wake her.”

“I’ll start on some eggs and pancakes for you guys, what do you think bud?”

She watches as Jason looks up at Spencer and nods his head, hearing him ask if he could help which made her heart feel full.

As she climbs upstairs she can feel the dull aching between her legs, something the both of them were going to have to take care of once the kids were at school.

***

“But mommy, daddy’s home! Why can’t we stay home?” Valerie asks from the back seat.

“Because you guys have to go to school. Daddy will be home when school is done.”

“But we missed him!”

“Honey, I know. I missed him too, but you guys have school, and I have work so I can’t hang out with daddy either.”

A slight lie. She did have work, but the kids didn’t need to know she took a “sick” day.

She looks back in the rear view mirror, both of her kids with a matching pout on their faces, ones that also matched Spencer’s pout. “Listen, if we go to school today, and you guys have a good day, maybe I’ll bust you guys out early on Friday and we can all go somewhere fun for the weekend. Does that sound like a plan?”

“Where are we going to go?” Jason asks.

“I don’t know, we can all talk about it as a family if you guys have a good day at school today. Can we do that?”

“Okay mommy!” Valerie says loudly, a smile on her face.

“Okay.” Jason says with not as much enthusiasm as his sister.

She pulls up to the parent drop off line at school, hearing both of the kids undoing their seat belts and gathering their stuff up. “Have a good day babies, I love you.”

Both kids give her a kiss on the cheek before scooting out the car door and walking hand and hand with each other to the school.

***

She makes her way up to their bedroom, ready to pick up where she and Spencer left off this morning, only to find him fast asleep under the sheets, soft little snores filling the room. She can’t help but smile at how adorable he looked hugging one of her pillows into his chest. Slowly she closes the door and goes back downstairs to clean the mess from breakfast and start some of Spencer’s laundry from his go bag.

After a few hours of cleaning up the kitchen and catching up on some laundry, she was beyond ready for a shower. She heads upstairs, quietly gathering new clothes while Spencer slept.

When she steps out of the shower she spots Spencer leaning against the sink, making her slightly jump. “You scared me.” She says, grabbing the towel and drying herself off.

“Come here.” He says, motioning her over with his hands.

She cocks her eyebrow at him and walks over to him, the towel pressed against the bottom of her face as she tries to dry it off.

“I need you.” He says, pressing her against himself.

“Yeah? Are we going to pick up where we left off this morning?” She asks, wrapping both of her arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

His body buzzed at the feeling of how wet and warm her body was against his. “Do you remember where we left off?”

“You’re the one with an eidetic memory. Why don’t you tell me? Or better yet, show me where we were… sir.” She smirks.

Spencer turns her around, her back facing him while facing the mirror. “You want me to show you, baby?” He whispers in her ear, his fingers dipping in between her legs.

“Fuck!” She moans, gripping his forearm.

“Look at that, just out of the shower and you’re already wet for me.” He growls, nipping at her neck. His fingers quickly rub at her clit, feeling how hard he was getting as he heard her moaning and felt her ass pressed against his crotch.

“Spencer, fuck me please. Please baby, please.” She was desperate to feel him inside her again after this morning.

“Yeah, baby.” He groans, taking his sweatpants off to his ankles and sliding himself in painfully slow.

Both of them moan as he doesn’t miss a beat with thrusting into her in a good steady rhythm.

“Fuck that’s so good sir.” She says, looking back at him in the mirror.

Spencer takes a fistful of her hair and holds her head up, forcing her to look back at herself. “Look at you. You like looking at me fuck you? You like that, baby?” He grunts out, giving her ass a smack.

“Yes! Yes I love it! I fucking love it!” She moans back, holding the counter of the sink so she didn’t fall over. She loved watching Spencer look at her through the mirror and seeing how his mouth fell open while he railed into her, hunger in his eyes.

Spencer pulls back, turning his wife around and taking her face in his hands and kissing her harshly.

She wraps her arms around his neck while he lifts her up to sit on the counter, pulling back from the kiss. She opens her legs and smiles as Spencer slides back in and instantly begins snapping his hips back and forth. Her own hips meet his thrusts, making her whimper as her bottoms her out. “Keep going sir!”

“Yeah baby. You’re doing such a good job taking my fucking cock baby. Such a good girl.” He says into her mouth, kissing her again. “Come here.” Spencer pulls her off the counter and brings her over to the edge of the tub, sitting on it.

She climbs onto his lap, sliding onto his cock with a pathetic whimper. She rests her forehead on his as she begins to grind herself against him, biting her lip.

Spencer grabs onto her ass and helps her fuck herself on him. He stares into her eyes, seeing her slowly fall apart on top of him. He pulls her damp hair back from her face, holding it at the back of her head. “That’s my girl. Yeah, you like fucking me don’t you?

“Yes!” She breathes out heavily. “Yes I fucking love it! Fuck you’re so deep in me sir.”

“That way I can cum deep inside you and put a baby in you. You want my baby inside you?”

“Yes I want you to give me a baby!” She almost yells, her voice echoing through the room.

Spencer kisses her lips, letting her hair go and letting it flow down her back. “You’re going to cum, aren’t you little one? You’re going to cum for me?”

She nods her head and bites her bottom lip again.

“Up. Let me fuck you.”

She stands up and sits back on the counter, massaging her clit as Spencer slides back into her.

His fingers replace hers and continues the circles. “Does that feel good? Do you like that?” He asks.

“Mmhmm! Don’t stop, please!”

“I’m not going to stop, sweetheart. I love seeing you fall apart all because I’m touching you.” He whispers, thrusting and massaging her.

She puts her hand on the back of Spencer’s neck and pulls his head closer to hers, kissing him deeply as her body begins to tingle.

It doesn’t take much more for her to fall apart against his cock and fingers, moans getting trapped between their lips.

Spencer pulls back, letting her moans fill the room while he still massages her. “I know baby, I know that felt so good.”

Between her clenching around his cock and hearing her desperate and broken moans, Spencer could feel himself start to lose his composure. He swipes his thumb across her bottom lip as he touches her face lovingly. His hands didn’t leave his wife’s boobs as they bounced in his line of sight. “I’m going to cum, sweetheart.” He groans, sitting his eyes tight.

“Yeah baby. Cum inside me! Fill me up and make me feel good.” She coos.

He manages 2 more thrusts before shooting ropes inside his wife before stalling his movements. Deep throaty moans and grunts coming from him as he calms down.

She holds his body against hers, kissing his shoulder. “That was so good.” She half laughs.

Spencer pulls out slowly, kissing her lips as he does. “Come lay with me in bed.” Spencer says, helping her off the counter and taking her to their bed.

She cuddles into his side, nuzzling her head into his neck. “I love you Spence.”

“I love you too baby.” He responds, kissing her head. “Are you okay?”

“Mmhmm. Perfect.”

“Not too rough?”

She laughs and kisses his cheek. “Baby no. Just because we have kids doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy rough sex. Do you remember how we used to go at it before we had kids? It’s amazing how we didn’t have kids sooner.”

Spencer laughs. “Yeah we would probably have a whole sports team worth of kids at this point.”

“Can we take a nap?” She asks.

“Of course. And I’ll pick the kids up from school so that you don’t have to get out of bed.”

She grabs the bed sheets and covers both of them up, nuzzling closer to him. “I have such a good husband and father of my kids.”

Spencer puts his arm around her and rubs her shoulder until he hears her softly snoring next to him.

9 months later, Spencer would have two new babies to take care of alongside his wife: identical twin baby girls. Their house now up to 6.

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Undercover || Stucky

Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes; The reader is Bucky and Steve’s girlfriend.

Summary: Despite their protests, Y/N goes undercover during a mission, leaving her boys astonished nonetheless.

Genre: Random

Written in third person point of view.

Warnings: Mentions of killing, mild arguing, sexual innuendos, sad Bucky (if you squint), mild language, and me using Google Translate for French dialogue :)

Word count: 2.5k+ (with translations); 2.4k+ (without translations)

A/N: I wasn’t sure as to whether or not I should put smut in it but let me know if you guys want a part two with smut! Divider made by yours truly 😌

“You’re not going and that’s final.”

Once in a blue moon was Bucky stern with Y/N, tonight being one of those blue moons. Y/N fought and fought and fought. She wasn’t a little kid, most certainly not his, and she thought that she was making that clear. Same with Steve. It was beyond infuriating, having the two constantly babying her.

“I am going to complete that mission and you can’t stop me. Nor can you.”

She looked at Steve who seethed of irritation, big arms bulking out of the tiny black tee. As Bucky opened his mouth to protest yet again, Steve stopped him.

“Let her go. She wants to do it, so let her do it.”

He kept his eyes on her the entire time, stalking her like a predator.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if I found you in pieces,” he grumbled, crotch pressed right up to her behind with his nose nuzzled into her hair.

She scoffed, elbowing him in the ribcage before proceeding to pack her clothes. He simply chuckled, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to his chest once again.

“If that’s how you plan on taking anyone down that isn’t me, consider yourself dead.”

She looked back at him, eyebrows furrowing as she forced herself out of Steve’s grip.

“That’s what this about it, isn’t it? You don’t think I’m strong enough to actually anyone down.”

“No-”

“That’s exactly why you don’t want me to go!”

“We don’t want anything bad to happen to you,” Bucky interjected, looking back and forth between his two lovers.

“I don’t need either of you to watch over me like a fucking child and that’s the last time I’m reminding you,” she spoke quickly and quietly, packing the remainder of her clothing into her suitcase before zipping it up. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll be on my way.”

“The mission isn’t until tom-”

“I didn’t ask you,” she sung, making her way up to Nat’s floor.

“And then Steve goes ‘if that’s how you plan on taking anyone down that isn’t me, consider yourself dead,’” she quoted Steve, deepening her voice to her best ability to mock the captain. “And then Bucky has the audacity to deny it, like, dude, I know that you’re undermining my skills!”

Natasha was dying of laughter as Y/N recited the quarrel she had found herself in with Steve and Bucky. She eased up, face red and cheeks aching as she held onto her stomach.

“Oh, jeez,” she muttered, shaking her head as she felt the laughter dying down. “I mean...it’s unbelievable. I can’t believe they still do that even after being with you for over two years. Hell, what do I know? I’ve been on and off with Clint for plenty of years and I have to yell at him for being so protective over me.”

She couldn’t help but smile at the thought of her own relationship, reflecting on the many times that she’s actually scolded Clint for babying her. He may act like a hardass around the crew, but he was far from that - he was a huge softy for Natasha.

“Thanks for letting me stay up here with you, though. I probably would’ve ended up killing them if I spent another second in there,” Y/N giggled, placing her suitcase in a corner that wouldn’t disrupt anything of Nat’s.

“Anytime,” she started, offering a lopsided smile. “Besides, we haven’t had girl time alone in forever.”

Girl time suddenly became girl time including Bucky. He was there for all of the movie-watching, doing facemasks with them, painting their nails. As much as the two girls loved Bucky with all of their hearts, they couldn’t just let loose. Natasha had to bite her tongue down to refrain from gossiping so many times just because Bucky was there.

If he heard half of the things that they spoke about, not even the latest gossip, he would more than likely be traumatized. So kicking back with Natasha, they whipped out nail kits and face masks, Nat’s huge collection of snacks, and they picked The Notebook, getting ready to spill all of the tea and unleash their younger selves for the first time in months.

Not even one full night into staying with Natasha that they were brought out of their zone, a sturdy, rhythmic knock on the door, bringing Nat to her feet.

“Don’t die,” Y/N called after her, throwing her arm over the armrest, eyes pasted to the screen.

“Natasha, I’m not stupid. I can literally smell her, she’s sitting in the living room.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, the sound of Bucky’s voice causing her to stand up from her seat and go over to the door.

“What do you want, Buck?”

“You. Come back to the room please, we’re sorry.”

“I don’t see Steve anywhere, so, you’re sorry. Bucky, go to bed, it’s late. I’ll see you on Thursday.”

Nat watched as Y/N closed the door on him, his entire demeanor slumped.

“Don’t sleep in front of the door either.”

She wasn’t going to lie, she felt guilty dismissing Bucky, but she wasn’t giving in to either of them that fast.

Her night spent with Nat had flown by within the blink of an eye, the two girls using the power in their legs to travel up the ramp into the Quinjet. Y/N took a seat next to Nat, smiling at Sam who sat directly across from her.

“Not sitting with your lovestruck puppies?” Sam snickered, looking to his right to see them coming up the ramp. “Speaking of the devils.”

She chuckled as she shook her head. Her eyes followed Sam’s, the red rimming of Bucky’s eye bags notable. He didn’t sleep…just because she wasn’t there.

“You’re staring,” Nat muttered, gently kicking the back of Y/N’s heel with the tip of her boot.

Y/N smiled up at Bruce, who took the free seat to her left. She didn’t miss the deadly glare from Steve, shaking it off as she began to buckle herself in. The flight was quick as per usual, landing in Paris, France, in only a couple of hours. Nat couldn’t wait another second on the jet before taking off, running to the facility at which they were staying at.

“Holy shit, that’s ours?” Y/N asked, jaw hung open from pure amazement as they stood in front of the primarily glass-made building.

There were many floors to it, way more than their home base in New York. She gratefully pounced on Tony as he handed her the key to her own floor.

“Enjoy cause you won’t have it when we go back to New York,” he awkwardly pat her back, her arms becoming loose around his neck as she forgot who she was hugging for a moment.

She was so excited. Not only did she have her own privacy, but she was able to stay away from Bucky and Steve. As much as she wanted to see them, she wouldn’t break easily since she wasn’t sharing a floor with them.

Hours passed, dusk was finally closing in on them, signaling them to get ready for their mission. This was her first mission in months so it was nerve-wracking, putting the bullet-proof vest right below her button-up and slipping her feet into a pair of high heels, a garter with a knife strapped right around her thigh, nearly invisible underneath her skirt. The sound of heels clacking on the floor drew her attention from the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room.

“Are we going to a fucking seminar or a nightclub? Don’t get me wrong, you look hot, but you look like you’re ready to give a two-hour lecture.”

Y/N gasped, feigning pain as she placed her hand over her chest.

“What, it’s formal-“

“We’re going to a nightclub, not a class. You need to fit in, and I have just the thing.”

“Nat-“

“No, don’t ‘Nat’ me,” Natasha lampooned, spinning on her heels before leaving Y/N’s floor, hurrying down to her own.

She came back in less than five minutes, bunched up white fabric draped over her forearm.

“You, my friend, are going to look stunning in this. It’ll also catch the attention of your soldiers,” she added with a wink.

She in fact did look stunning in that dress. A white maxi dress with a large slit coming up to the front side of her right hip, straps keeping the dress up just off her shoulders.

“Nat, one blow of breeze and my entire vagina is exposed to French people at a nightclub.”

“Good.”

Y/N left on her strappy black heels, the straps wrapping all the way up to the skin just around the middle of her calves. They were at the club in no time, sweaty bodies, the stickiness of spilled drinks, and booming music filling the environment. The dress in fact was an eye-catcher, everyone whipping their heads around to look at Y/N. She looked like a goddess and anyone would be willing to fall at her feet, especially Bucky and Steve.

“Anyone got eyes on the target yet?”

She was dragged out of her thoughts by Stark’s voice muffled through the earpiece stuffed into her ear.

“Negative,” everyone mumbled.

Their eyes danced around the crowds, looking for none other than Georges Batroc. The clock was ticking and no sight of the man. As they waited out any chance to find him, they sipped on drinks, danced with many strangers as well as each other. Y/N’s eyes were as sharp as daggers, dodging each person until she was looking directly at the blue-eyed monster.

“Bingo,” she muttered.

She scrambled for her earpiece, holding down on the black piece that was discreetly clipped to the strap of her dress.

“I have eyes on the target. I’m moving in.”

“Be careful.”

It was Bucky. She smiled at the sound of his voice, tucking the black piece right under the fabric of her dress strap. She walked over to him confidently, chest puffed out to expose a little more cleavage as her legs stealthily moved over to the man leaning against the bar. That sick son of a bitch.

“Bonsoir, monsieur,” she greeted with a pleasant smile.

[Good evening, sir.]

“Bonsoir, colombe.”

[Good evening, dove.]

She pretended to grow flustered at the nickname, looking down at her feet. She swirled the drink in her hand before taking a tiny sip, leaning against the bar right next to Georges.

“Parlez vous anglais?”

[Do you speak English?]

“Pas beaucoup.”

[A little.]

“Ah. Je t'ai vu là-bas et ça m'intéressait...un homme élégant, tout seul. Je devais venir.”

[I saw you over there and I was interested...a smart-looking man standing all alone. I had to come over.]

“Tu es trop précieuse, colombe. Now, what do you really need? J'ai vu vos petits amis s'occuper de moi aussi.”

[You’re too precious, dove. I saw your little friends looking out for me too.]

“Vraiment un homme intelligent, non?” she paused, her eyes locking with Steve’s. “Ils pourraient facilement vous déchirer directement du trou du cul et vous laisser crier à l'aide, mais ce sont de bonnes personnes. Nous ne cherchons que des fils de putes comme vous. Alors donnez-nous ce dont nous avons besoin ou nous le ferons à la dure.”

[Indeed a smart man, aye? They could easily rip you apart right from the asshole and leave you crying out for help but they're good people. We only go after sons of bitches like you. So give us what we need or we'll do this the hard way.]

“C'est ce que tu veux?”

[This what you want?]

“You know damn well that that’s what I want,” she said through a fake chuckle as he held a silver key right above her head.

“Demandez-le gentiment.”

[Ask for it nicely.]

She scoffed, “Qu'es-tu? Mon père?”

[What are you? My father?]

He chuckled at her snarky remark, his hand remaining above her head.

“Ask for it.”

“Je suis un agent. Pas un super-héros. Ça ne me pas d'avoir un peu de sang sur mes mains, chérie.”

[I'm an agent. Not a superhero. I don't mind getting a little blood on my hands, honey.]

“Pas si je mets ton sang sur mes mains en premier.”

[Not if I get your blood on my hands first.]

“Bien essayé.”

[Nice try.]

Those were the last words she said to him before exposing her thigh, pulling the knife from under her garter, and sending it straight through the skin hovering over his jugular vein. She watched as the blood seeped out of his neck, creating a deep wound in his neck as she dragged her knife down, almost as if she were cutting through a piece of meat, which she technically was. She gave him a knee to the sack before snatching the keys from in between his fingertips.

“Fais de beaux rêves, homme intelligent.”

[Sweet dreams, smart man.]

She winked as his figure slowly dropped to the ground, his hands tight around his throat to succumb to the bleeding. She looked around, seeing bodyguards, most likely his, making their way over to him. She fled into the crowd, a pair of hands falling onto her hips before spinning her around.

“That was so fucking hot,” Steve whispered, ferociously kissing her as if he would never get to do so again.

Her bloodied hand left a trace over Steve’s chest, clad in a tight white button-up. Her hands felt up on his skin, slipping the keys into his back pocket as their tongues continued to dance around each other.

“Y/N? Y/N? Why are you breathing so heavy? Oh my god, is she dead?”

She pulled away from Steve, tugging his bottom lip between her teeth.

“No, Stark. I’m not dead. I got the key to the chamber and I killed the bitch.”

“You killed him!?”

She walked hand in hand with Steve, his muscular figure trailing behind her. She was attacked with hugs almost immediately, Nat rambling about how good Y/N did.

“And she speaks French!? Why did I not know this!?” Sam asked, agreeing with Nat as to how amazing Y/N performed.

Y/N was overjoyed. Back on her first mission and she did it, leaving unscathed. She looked around, Bucky leaning against a booth with one arm in his pocket and the other holding a drink, most likely his metal arm as a sliver of it peeked from under his leather jacket. She let go of Steve’s hand for a moment, shimmying past anyone in her way over to the super soldier.

Her hands rested on either side of his neck as his fell to her behind. He tasted like fresh whiskey, his tongue rolling into her mouth, their lips creating a sloppy mess. Their teeth clashed as Y/N’s arms engulfed Bucky’s head, fingers getting lost in his near-shoulder length hair as he hoisted one leg above his hip. Flipping them around so she was being pressed up against the wooden divider of the booth, his thumb circled her hip, completely exposing her right leg as it snuck past the large slit.

“Fuck, hearing you speak French does some shit to me.”

“Ramène-moi dans ta chambre et baise-moi stupide.”

[Take me back to your room and fuck me stupid.]

“Gladly, dove.”

The voice in both her and Bucky’s ears caused them to look back, Steve nodding his head in the direction of the door.

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