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caraphernellie · 11 months

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truly, madly, deeply // a.a.

librarian fem reader x abby anderson !! 🍂📚

an: im starting my training soon!! im gonna be a librarian :D

info: reader overthinks a LOT and is shy, they flirt through sapphic literature ☺️ classic loser lesbian yearning, reader is very lonely, this is kind of very self indulgent i cant lie to you,, im worried i made abby a little ooc but i think it does seem quite like her so IDKKKKKK

there was nothing you loved more than your job. you were so passionate about it - you loved books so dearly. you loved reading, spreading knowledge, and helping others.

being a librarian was the perfect job. it was a quiet environment and it combined many of the things you loved. it didn’t matter whether you were working behind the scenes cataloguing books, or if you were at the front desk working circulation, or if you were simply shelving books into their correct spaces - you loved it. it was stress free, and the conversations you got to have with customers were pleasant and made you excited.

one particularly chilly and rainy autumn morning, you were working circulation when a very pretty stranger walked up to you. you’d not seen her before, but you knew she must be a regular given the way she immediately placed down both the book and her library card gently before you.

you smiled sweetly at her, trying not to tremble as you picked up her book to scan. she was so pretty you seemed to be getting nervous.

she was all muscle and height, but she didn’t act that way. she was so gentle to you.

eyeing the cover of the book as you turned it over to scan, you spoke up. “i’ve not read this one yet. it’s on my reading list though.”

it was a sapphic novel, and you knew you had to say something - it was the perfect way to try and hint that you liked girls. it was not always obvious to people so you had to take any chance you had.

she laughed politely as you scanned her card, and you took note of her name. abigail anderson.

“it’s been on my list for a while, too,” she admitted, scratching her neck. you almost fell apart over her voice alone - you didn’t know if it was her voice in general, or the way she tried to speak lowly as to not disturb other patrons in the library.

you nodded and passed back her book and card. “they’re all yours until next week. i guess you’ll have to tell me what you thought of the book. an honest review might motivate me to move it up on my list.”

she looked you up and down once more, taking the book from your hands.

“i guess i will, then.”

and with what happened next, you felt your eyes practically turn into love hearts. it was so small, but said so much.

she put the book into a fucking book pouch.

most people wouldn’t think twice about it- but people who take care of their books are huge, huge green flags.

especially when you work a job where you see hundreds of people shove a book into their bag or even drop the book on the floor before even walking out of the building.

with rain gently spattering the windows of the library you glanced at her one last time for the day. if you had self restraint, that is.

“have a good day.”

“you too,” she replied, a pleasant smile on her face.

as she walked out of earshot, suddenly your coworker beside you broke down into quiet giggles.

“you should see how red you are!” they quietly laughed, pointing at your cheeks. “and what a great attempt at flirting that was!”

your face burned in embarrassment as you gasped. “shut up, ezra. she was… she was totally digging it, right?”

of course, for the entire week that pretty stranger had not left your mind. if anything, she consumed every little space in your mind. you were up pacing at two in the morning some nights, hoping it really was the start of something special, or if it was just another dumb, unrealistic dream your imagination had come up with.

some might say romanticising every part of your life is a blessing, or a beautiful quality to have. but to you, it was just something that came with being a bookworm, your mind filling with cliches and maladaptive thoughts over everything until you went insane.

it was exhausting.

ezra hadn’t forgot, either. they teased you everyday, letting you know that it was a day closer to when you would see abby again.

ezra also knew a bit more about abby than you did, as they worked the circulation desk more than you did on the days abby would come in, and they didn’t hesitate to tell you what would be very helpful information.

abigail, or abby, as she preferred, which ezra had told you, came in weekly to borrow and return primarily classics and sapphic lit.

she was perfect. probably the dreamiest human being ever. tall, buff, and she had good taste in literature.

today was the day! you’d been looking forward to this tuesday for the whole week, but you had this horrible feeling inside of you, too - what if it went wrong?

to ezra’s knowledge, abby was single, so you didn’t have to worry about that, but still - what if she didn’t even like you in general?

what if she didn’t show up at all?

and that was how you knew you were being delusional about this whole thing - you had one conversation that lasted a minute. and now you wondered if she even cared as much as you did, or if she had literally forgotten about you.

it felt like you were staring at the clock all day long, taking note of every time an hour passed.

she didn’t come.

at the end of the day, you tried not to look disappointed as you got ready to leave. you grabbed your umbrella, noticing the pouring rain.

you couldn’t help but feel like maybe you were overreacting, but the miserable rain said exactly how you felt on the inside.

you stepped over orange leaves soaked into the road as you walked to your car and thought about her again.

you just wanted your happily ever after already.

abby had no idea what had gotten into her - she really spent all of last night writing a spoiler-free review of some dumb romcom for the cute librarian. reading romcoms was typical for her, sure, but writing an in depth, spoiler free review? for the cute librarian?

unusual behaviour, for sure, but there was no way she would let whatever this was lead to a dead end. and as abby was walking towards the door of the library, crunching leaves in her path on a day that finally wasn’t raining, she realised she had forgotten something.

she mumbled a curse quietly to herself as she grabbed the paper she’d typed up and printed out, leaning against the wall and fishing through her bag for a pen.

she finally found one, scribbling down her name and number in what she hoped was legible handwriting, drawing a small heart next to it.

with a small nod at herself she finally mustered the courage to walk through the doors. she paused for a second in defeat, spotting the front desk with no sign of you there. fuck. how embarrassing, she mused.

she’d seen you shelving a few times in the past when she’d come, and admired you from a distance. she was praying to god that that was the case today.

she walked up to ezra, who she’d seen many times, to return the book. they gave her a knowing smile.

abby nervously returned the smile, turning back to walk upstairs. she held the paper so delicately in her hand, trying her best not to crease it, and fiddled with her braid in the other hand.

as she reached the top of the stairs, she was so relieved upon seeing your checkered brown blazer that she almost jumped in the air.

this was the hard part - getting the courage to speak to you. she almost didn’t want to disturb you while you were working, you just looked so cute in the dark lighting, searching through the classifications to find the right spot for every book you shelved.

until she noticed you struggle to lean up and push in a book on the highest shelf. that was her chance.

“hey, you need help?” she asked, walking over and leaning a little closed to you. she cringed a little at the way she sounded, so shaky and nervous for no reason - it’s not like you were going to laugh at her.

you jumped a little, looking at her, unable to stop a wide smile from crossing your face.

“if that’s okay- i just have some trouble with the high shelves sometimes…”

“of course, no big deal.” abby suddenly felt a bit more confident, taking the book from your hands gently. “where am i putting it?”

you pointed up high at a little gap you had created. “just up there, thank you-”

“hey, it’s no problem,” abby said as she shelved the book with ease, then leaned down to squeeze your shoulder. she liked the way you suddenly grew bashful over that. “i know i was supposed to come in yesterday- i needed an extra day to finish…”

“oh! that’s alright,” you laughed off, suddenly feeling a bit dumb. of course she needed an extra day to finish. why hadn’t you thought of that? “one extra day’s not bad. so how was the book?”

now abby didn’t exactly know what to say - she knew there was a chance she’d come across weird. she rehearsed this a million times and yet she strayed so far from the script she’d made in her head.

“uh- s-so i had like a lot of thoughts about it and- i mean, i don’t know, there was a lot to say. so i kinda wrote a- a review? no spoilers, don’t worry! i just-”

“no way!” you exclaimed, a wide smile on your face. you realised you were a little loud then, trying to calm down. “that’s really nice! thank you-”

“it’s no biggie,” abby mumbled shyly, handing you the written review and rubbing the back of her neck. she was close enough that she could smell your perfume - a warm, vanilla scent, almost like cookies.

she couldn’t help the small smirk that played at her lips when she noticed you stutter and pause when you saw her number at the bottom of the page.

“i- thank you- i’ll read it when i get home,” you said, a quiet giggle accompanying it. everything about you drove abby insane.

“you got any recommendations for what i should read this week?” abby asked.

#tlou2 fic #abby anderson #abby anderon x reader #abby x reader #fem reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby tlou #abby anderson x reader fluff #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ fanfic

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frvnkcastles · 6 months

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ENOUGH FOR ME ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: It’s Frank’s birthday and you just want him to know he’s important.

Warnings: Language, minor mention of injuries, mostly just fluff :)

Word count: 1.3k

Author’s note: Happy Frank Castle Day <33 Just a small break from all the trauma content to celebrate our best guy’s birthday with something fluffy and friends-to-lovers adjacent. Enjoy :)

”It’s your birthday?!” Your voice was nothing short of shocked as you looked up from Frank’s bloody abdomen where your haphazardly done stitches adorned his toned body, your eyes scanning his for any sign of humor, but he stared back at you completely serious and unwavering. He had just made an off-handed comment about turning forty-four, and the admission had shaken you to your core — you didn’t even have a card for him!

”Yeah”, Frank shrugged, ”it ain’t that big of a deal, sweetheart.”

You were positively astounded and, with all your might, entirely of another opinion. The man did so much for the city, for people like you — whether they appreciated or not — and the least he deserved was some appreciation in return. You tried your best to show him some without crossing any lines, as you were still just friends, after all. And surely, had you only known, you would have gotten something for his special day, or at least gotten ahead of him and wished him a happy birthday to make sure he knew he was remembered and thought of.

Instead, he had been fighting all night and gotten a nasty wound from a knife on his stomach, leaving him bleeding on your couch, like it was any other sucky night.

”You don’t like celebrating it?” you questioned, supposing that he had had plenty of traditions with his family, and that his celebrating of the occasion had died with them. You were pretty sure he knew that was a part of your question, at least the look he gave you was one of the obvious kind, but he still graced you with an answer.

”Nah. I don’t hate it, but I dunno”, he contemplated, ”just doesn’t feel that important. Curt comes over a beer usually and that’s about it.” You nodded while handing his shirt back over to him and starting to pack up the first-aid kit on your coffee table.

”So… would you mind if I did something small next year?” you asked sheepishly, the gift-giver and avid acts-of-service person inside you itching to come out. Somehow, Frank had become one of the most important people in your life, and to you, his birthday felt like an occasion to mark in some way, at least.

”You think you’re gonna be starin’ at my ugly mug for a whole ’nother year?” he grinned while pulling his shirt over his head. The self-deprecating joke got a disapproving look from you, and he simply chuckled. ”Sure. If you really want to. But you gotta tell me your birthday, too.”

So you did. And exactly a year later, on his forty-fifth birthday, you had lived up to your promise. You suspected he had forgotten all about it in the past 364 days, but at least it would make it an even sweeter surprise.

”Would love it if you came over tonight. No pressure, it’s not life-or-death. Just thought we could hang.” You sent your text message to him before you could overthink it too much. Should he not turn up, the worst case scenario was that you’d get to eat an entire cake by yourself — not a half-bad situation to find yourself in.

But, despite his tendency to only show up after getting himself in trouble, he ended up sending you a text message back.

”I’ll be there.”

As the hours ticked by, you realized you maybe should have agreed on a time. Nonetheless, you refused to let sleepiness take over, even when midnight dragged over and your jaw stretched with a yawn. You had spent the entire evening switching between your living room couch and the kitchen counter, impatient and nervous about how the night would unfold — a part of you hoped he would be surprised, but there was no telling if it would be a good surprise or not.

It was nearly 1 AM when there was a knock at your door, and you came to life at the sound. You rushed to answer the door, a sincere smile curling your lips high up when you found Frank waiting on the other side, a bottle of wine in his hands and a curious look in his eyes. Heat rushed into your cheeks as you realized the coyness in your message, and how he may have interpreted it, but you surely didn’t oppose whatever ideas he was coming over with.

”You okay? I know you said it ain’t anythin’ serious, but…”, he wondered while stepping across the threshold and shrugging off his jacket. You carried the wine bottle into the kitchen, and he followed you, only stopping when he saw all the food you had prepared. ”Shit. Guess it’s good I came prepared”, he added, and you chuckled nervously.

”I’m okay. I just wanted to do something for you”, you confessed, twisting your fingers as you watched him take it all in and process.

”You really didn’t have to, sweetheart”, he chuckled before licking his lips and tilting his head at you, ”what’s the occasion?”

You stared back at him, trying to discern whether or not he was messing around with you, but his eyes seemed honestly surprised and maybe even a hint confused. ”It’s—it’s your birthday, Frank”, you stammered, your internal alarm bells going off. Shitshitshit, it’s too much, you did way too much!

Frank covered his mouth with his hand to stifle a laugh. ”Goddamn. It is, ain’t it? Shit. I haven’t been keepin’ track of the days at all lately”, he snorted, and at his amused reaction, you managed to relax a little. Maybe it wasn’t a lost cause yet.

”Yeah, so… I didn’t want to do anything too overwhelming. I just thought I could feed you for once and—and there’s cake for dessert”, you explained hesitantly, and if only you hadn’t avoided his gaze, you would have seen his eyes visibly soften, his lips twitching with a small smile.

”Hey, that’s really fuckin’ sweet of you. Wow. Dunno what I did to deserve this”, Frank exhaled, a little taken aback but letting his smile take over — a good sign in your books. Even more so was the way he stepped over to you and gently cradled your head so he could kiss your forehead, brief but sweet and definitely welcoming blush to your face.

”You didn’t have to do anything, Frank. But for the record, you do a whole lot. You keep this city safe. You keep me safe. You bring so much peace to more people than I can even imagine, and you don’t get any thanks for it. And beyond that… you’re a good friend. And a good person. And I guess what I’m trying to say is that I really appreciate and cherish you and I—I don’t know what I’d do without you anymore”, you rambled away, your heartrate picking up when he chose to stay right in front of you, his hand fallen to your neck as he stood only inches away.

Frank nodded slowly. ”No one’s told me anythin’ like that in a long time”, he admitted quietly, and for a second, you wondered if you had broken a boundary. ”Thank you, sweetheart. Can’t tell you what it means to me”, he continued, however, calming your nerves just enough to crack a smile at him.

”Well, we might have to reheat the food but it’s a good thing you brought this over”, you cleared your throat and gestured at the wine, and with a soft chuckle, Frank nodded.

”Hey”, he spoke once more, and instinctively, you looked up at him, despite the immense feeling of vulnerability that rendered you silent under his gaze. ”I’preciate you, too.”

With a shy smile, you placed a hand over his heart, and hoped to radiate all the warmth, gratitude and love you had for him.

”Happy birthday, Frank.”

#frank castle #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle x reader #the punisher #the punisher x reader

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jaegeraether · 6 months

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 6)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (6)

Masterlist (other parts here)

Jordan and YFN were comfortably spread out on the couch, an array of snacks laid out on the blanket they were sharing. YFN hadn’t told Jordan about her interaction with Lucy yet, and she was a little worried about doing so. The last thing she wanted was for Jordan to feel like she was less important. She still had no idea what was happening, and the fact that she was just on a spontaneous holiday sat in the back of her mind, but she kept it back there. She didn’t have a job or worries, she knew that she might meet people along the way who would be meaningful in her life. She was already so close to Jordan that she couldn’t imagine being back across the other side of the world from her, let alone whatever she had with Lucy. Was Lucy just looking for a quick fuck because she knew YFN was only here for 2 weeks? She ignored that thought, knowing that whatever was happening between them was far more than just a casual fling. But was it even possible to have more? And did they both want that?

She internally groaned. She hated overthinking things, it just wasn’t her. She was much more care-free than that. She happily pushed all of those thoughts aside and reminded herself of her motto. Whatever happens, happens. As long as she maintained respect for herself and those involved, she would happily be involved in whatever this was with Lucy.

Jordan nudged her foot as she texted. “Luce said the dinner party’s done and she has some gossip. Would you mind if she comes over?”

Yes, please. “Not at all.”

“Excellent. She’ll be here in 5.”

The restaurant was much further away than that, so she knew Lucy must have already been on her way. Oh, she was excited.

Five minutes later, Lucy knocked and entered without permission. Jordan didn’t seem phased, this must have been a common thing with them. Lucy found them in the living room looking quite comfortable on the couch.

“How’s the food poisoning?”

“I think all of these snacks have made it worse, to be honest.” YFN laughed.

Lucy’s eyes widened at the amount of snacks covering the two. Jordan saw this and defended them. “Don’t judge us, we’re feeling our emotions.”

Lucy laughed and gave a little leap over the couch to sit on YFN’s free side. She kicked her shoes off and YFN lifted the blanket they shared, pulling it to cover Lucy’s legs also. Lucy loved the thoughtfulness and stretched her legs out. Jordan threw a few different snacks over to Lucy.

“Are these sad or happy emotions?” Lucy asked.

“A bit of both,” YFN shrugged. “Subject to change with your gossip.”

“Ah,” Lucy didn’t have much gossip. She really just wanted an excuse to be around her. “Well.. when you left Leah asked me a few questions. She wanted to know who YFN was and where you were from, whether you two were in a relationship-” her finger gestured to the two of them.

“-wait,” Jordan cut her off. “She was jealous?”

“Mmn.. maybe a little to be honest. And protective.”

Jordan scoffed. “She has no right!”

“Oh I know, but feelings don’t just disappear that quickly…” Her extended foot touched YFN’s under the blanket which caused her body to flinch but Lucy noticed she didn’t move away. Jordan didn’t notice. “She still cares for you, Jords. You know that. She was upset, she just wants to talk to you. From our conversation she seems to miss your friendship.”

Jordan was quiet.

“You know you miss her friendship also,” YFN said softly as she leant over to squeeze Jordan’s hand.

“Argh yeah, you’re right, I do… but YFN and I have been talking a lot and I think I just need my space. I can’t give her what she wants right now.”

Lucy nodded. “Maybe you should tell her that..”

“Well I planned to tonight but I just couldn’t. She took me by surprise when she came over and I wasn’t ready.”

“Maybe… maybe it would be easier to text? Face to face is better but I think she’ll understand a text, Dory.”

Jordan sighed and nodded. “I’ve been thinking the same to be fair. Can you help me?”

“You mean can I do it all and you proof-read?” YFN chuckled. “Anything for you.”

Jordan gave an exaggeratingly toothy grin and tossed her phone over with a loud air smooch. YFN wrote out a message she thought would be sufficient. Lucy watched her little face concentrating as she quickly wrote.

Leah: Hey, I really appreciate you trying to have a chat with me tonight, and I’m sorry I wasn’t really responsive. I’m not going to throw all of my baggage onto you, but you need to know the basics. The truth is that I really haven’t been doing well after losing you and then deciding I had to leave Arsenal. Being left off the England Squad was the nail in the coffin for me. I played tough but it hit me harder than I realised, harder than anything has, really. I will always love you, you’re an incredible human being and an even better friend. I did hear what you were saying tonight and appreciate that you want us to be friends, but I just can’t give that to you right now. I don’t have the capacity. I’m working on myself and will continue to do so. I hope when I’m a bit more healed and feeling like myself that you’ll still want to be friends and we can go back to that. I miss our friendship.

I’m sorry I couldn’t say all of this to you tonight, I’ll admit I chickened out.

Take care of yourself Leah x

YFN read out the message to them both. God, she was good with words, Lucy thought.

Jordan also seemed impressed. “Can you add ‘I’m really lucky to have some good friends around me’ please? She’ll worry otherwise. Well, she’ll worry regardless but it’ll make her feel better.”

YFN nodded and added it in. She gave the phone back to Jordan who sent the message, then took a deep breath and threw her phone to the other end of the couch.

“I’m really proud of you, Jords,” Lucy stated softly. The emotion in her voice was evident. YFN didn’t like seeing Lucy upset and she brushed the back of her hand up against Lucy’s under the blanket. They both twitched at the contact and then hesitantly hooked pinkie’s together. They both smiled and relaxed.

“Thanks Luce,” Jordan said, tired. “I feel so much better already.”

The trio sat silently and continued watching their movie. With the stress of that burden now eased off her, Jordan fell asleep in minutes, her little body curled up in the corner of the couch, her mouth slightly open. The other two were very aware that their feet and pinkie’s were still touching.

“Can we talk?” Lucy whispered to avoid waking Jordan. Her head was leaning back on the couch and she was staring at YFN like she had been for the past few minutes. YFN had been too involved in the movie to notice. She broke her eyes away and found Lucy’s face. Lucy’s face was welcome sight and she had a very vulnerable look in her eyes.

“Sure… this is my favourite movie. Do you like it?” She whispered, cheekily avoiding a deeper conversation.

“The Taming of the Shrew?”

YFN’s eyes lit up. “Most people don't know that it’s loosely based off Shakespeare. I’m impressed. You must be a hopeless millennial romantic like me.”

Lucy just grinned, watching her get so excited about a movie.

“Plus, how attractive is Heath Ledger in this, hm?”

Lucy raised an eyebrow in question at her attraction to a man.

YFN grinned back cheekily. “Hey, I can admire a pretty person. Plus he’s from Perth in Western Australia, just like me.”

Lucy reached out with her free hand and touched the little dimple on her cheek gently. It was the complete opposite of the aggressive Lucy she’d seen on the pitch.

“I love this.”

YFN’s breathing started getting ragged and she had to blink and suck in a deep breath. Lucy grinned at the impact she had on her. YFN gestured to her grin. “And I love that.”

They spoke at the exact same time then.

“I want to get to know you be-”

“We acted on lust.”

Lucy was surprised but she nodded. “Yes, we did. Can you blame us?”

“No.. not really. I think it was more my fault than yours.”

“Ohhhh no. No, you’re not taking any blame for that. You can give that blame to me, or we can share it. I was flirting with you all night.”

“I know..” she whispered. “I liked it.”

Lucy took a risk and moved her hand to entangle their fingers completely. YFN covered the back of Lucy’s hand with her second one and pulled it onto her lap. Lucy sucked in a breath. She wanted to feel her, taste her, make her moan and cry and call her name. She pushed the thought aside and cleared her throat.

“I’m only here for another week and a half.”

“Jords said you were a writer? You can write, and travel. You can write, and stay. We can explore… this. I know it’s selfish of me to even ask but I have contracts in England and Spain.”

“I’ve never been to Spain.”

“You’ll love it, and you’ll love Narla.”

“Narla?”

“My little fur baby. She’s a Westie.” Lucy looked like a proud mum.

Her eyes lit up. “Oh, I want to meet her.”

“Spain is great,” she continued. “Tapas, good food, relaxed vibe, we’re down at the beach most mornings or evening watching the sunrise or sunset.”

“I miss good beaches.” She stroked the back of Lucy’s hand with her thumb.

“Well, they’re not ‘Australia good’ but they they’re pretty decent.”

“To be honest Lucy, I have no idea what I’m going to do. Dory and I get along so well, and I know she has other friends, but I feel like she’s leaning on me a bit at the moment and needs me. So I can’t see myself leaving soon anyways.. I want to just stay and be there for her, you know? Plus Birmingham sounds interesting.”

Lucy nodded slowly, thinking. “Well that’s much closer than you going back to Australia. There’s an airline that does direct from Birmingham to Barcelona and it’s quite cheap also.”

“You’ve been thinking about this a bit..”

Lucy gave a sheepish shrug. “Hopeless millennial romantic, remember?”

They smiled and played with each other’s hands, leaning towards each other.

“We have no idea what this is..” YFN sounded unsure.

Lucy wanted to reassure her and so she opened herself up. “You’re right, we have no idea what this is. All I know is that I can’t get you out of my head. I’ve been thinking about you, and even dreaming about you since we first met. And I’m so thankful that you and Jordan are friends so that I get to see you. I want us to explore this.. whatever it is. I want to see where this goes, because I haven’t felt this in a long time – no… scratch that - I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before, and I want so much more.” YFN was staring at her with a vulnerable, empathetic expression, her lips partially parted. Lucy continued. “I want so much more now, I wanted so much more when I met you, and I definitely wanted so much more in that bathroom.”

YFN’s pupils dilated and she could feel herself getting excited. She squirmed in her seat and felt her cheeks redden. Lucy noticed this and felt YFN’s hands press hers down further, closer to her core as she stroked her hand a bit more nervously. She assumed that YFN didn’t know she had done this as she could see her thinking hard.

Lucy leant over to her and tucked a fallen strand of hair behind her ear. “Tell me what you’re thinking..”

YFN sighed. “You’ve been really honest with me, and so I’ll be really honest with you. I don’t think I’ve ever been this attracted to someone in my life so I’m struggling to even think at the moment.” Lucy chuckled and felt proud of herself. “My main concern is that I don’t want Dory to be hurt or put out.”

Lucy squeezed her hand in reassurance. “She’s one of my best mates. I’ll have a chat to her in the morning, okay?”

“A gentle chat, please.” She pleaded with her blue eyes. “If she’s at all put off or uncomfortable-”

“-then I’ll let you know and we’ll go from there.” Lucy finished. “So.. let’s have a date then, shall we? Tomorrow night?”

“I’m not sure if I can spend a night with you without lust taking over.”

“What’s the problem with that? We can save the drive and have a date at my house instead. I’ll cook.” Lucy knew it was cheeky but worth a try.

Lucy watched YFN roll her eyes but genuinely stop to think about it. She squirmed again and Lucy loved it.

“What time..?”

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blumeblooms · 5 months

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- > speak up ! || one - are you even real ??

toge inumaki x reader

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“Of course, I’d love for you to be my student, but unfortunately i believe there is another teacher who you would learn better from.” The lovely lady, Utahime, says to you as you keep walking, slightly still in a daze from what just happened in the last 20 minutes.

Okay. So maybe you should rewind. You’ve volunteered at your favorite flower shop by your dorm for about 6 months now, a weekly customer coming in, Utahime you’ve learned over the months. Always stopping by to grab a plant for her ‘precious shoko’ who she says you ‘have to meet’! You’ve grown fond of the woman as she has of you too, sometimes occasionally stopping for brunch. A mother figure she reminds you of, but enough about the mommy issues, back to the current events.

For as long as you can remember, you’ve always felt this weird feeling, seeing horrifying creatures which your doctors just told you was sleep paralysis, or maybe schizophrenia, which you’ve just come to terms with. Maybe you were just ‘making it worse’ according to them, but you’d focused your mind on the creature to make it die, and it’s been working. Sure you felt drained after, and you smelt something awful from it, but you were probably just tired right?

Wrong. You thought you were having another episode as Utahime stopped by and you focused on the creature behind her for it to go away, just as it did. She freaked out and asked where you learned how to do that, just to find out you didn’t know about curses, or anything of it. As she explains the hidden side of the world, now walking with you as she talks about this ‘annoying powerful blindfolded man’ her words, not yours. How you have such potential and jujutsu high needs you. You were always a people pleaser, and even if you had taken in too much information in the last 20 minutes, if it meant your ‘episodes’ would be manageable, and you’d help other people, then you guess it was okay. For now atleast, until you overthink and panic later.

“Um, I’m not really sure i’m suited for this, but if you want me too i’ll try Miss Utahime. Are we going to meet ‘Jogo?’ Or uhm ‘Gojo?’ I think you said, now?” You ask a little on guard, still not really knowing what’s going on, making a mental note for you to tell your bestfriend Miwa all this later.

“Not Jogo, Never Jogo.” Utahime shutters with a disgusted face, before recollecting herself “Yes, we’re going to see Gojo now. He’s aware we’re on the way, I’m sure he’ll like you. I have to leave after a few minutes for a mission, but you always are welcome to text or call me dear.”

You nod warily as you keep walking, apparently close to ‘Jujutsu high school’ as Utahime goes on with explaining whatever the fuck the world apparently actually is. She could just be delusional like you, but she’s a sweet woman, you’ll do her a favor every so often without complaint.

As the giant building comes into frame, you wipe your sweaty hands as you suddenly feel a little nervous, Utahime calling the ‘blindfolded man’ in question from afar as you wonder if this was an actual good idea.

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- > SORRY THIS IS ALL OVER THE PLACE, i promise it’ll make more sense soon!

- > Utahime would fix your mommy issues don’t tell me i’m wrong. (slightly joking)

- > toge coming soon!

• summary - in where you meet nice lady in a flower shop you volunteer at, just to find out you can defeat curses when you thought you were just hallucinating. you transfer to jujutsu high, and you see a guy with his face covered who tried to steal flowers the other day! you confront him and he stays silent, so you tell him to speak up, only for him to say… onigiri ingredients? whether you just quit or go on with this new lifestyle- well, that’s for fate to decide.

#inumaki toge x you #inumaki toge x reader #jjk smau #jjk inumaki #jjk utahime #jujutsu kaisen x reader #speak up smau #why am i so bad at this

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strrvnge · 2 years

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Jealous Girl

Stephen Strange x reader

Summery: you've been invited to Christine's wedding as Stephen's plus one and while you're worried about getting late Stephen doesn't mind.

Warnings: MDI, smut 18+, oral(f receiving), doggy style, creampie, slight daddy kink, mirror kink, unprotected sex (no mirrors where harmed while writing this)

‘’Oh my goodness we’re going to be so late’’, you exclaimed with a huff as you entered the bedroom where Stephen, confused stood in front the mirror staring at his tie, as if tying it was a geometry problem.‘’Come here’’

Turning around Stephen smirked as he saw your half-zipped dress, its straps loosely falling off your shoulders bringing out your already deep v-line.

‘’Eyes up here gentleman’’, you chuckled while tying his tie.

‘’It's not my fault. You look awfully stunning’’ he gave you a cheeky smile and grabbed you by your hips.

"Stephen, stop! We're already running late" you lightly poked him on the chest and returned to zipping your dress.

"I didn't know you were so eager to go to my ex girlfriend's wedding"

Obviously you weren't. You've been going out with him for a while and even though you trusted him he told you how hard it was for him to get over Christine and you couldn't help but be a little jealous. How highly he spoke of her about her kind and sweet character and then many years it took him to move on…you couldn’t help but ask yourself whether he would miss you that much too.

And then the invitation came and despite trying to play it cool and not overthink but you felt like exploding. So when he asked you to come with him you were both shocked and pleased.

"I'm not. You are, so I'm making sure we'll be there before the wedding finishes. Hopefully" you said, reaching back, trying to finally zip your dress so you can get over it "Stephen, help with the zip please?"

"My pleasure"

From the mirror you watched as his gaze lingered on your bare back and then like a highschool boy his eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as he realised you weren't wearing a bra.

"Up Stephen, up", you reminded him, feeling the zip going down till the small of your back where your underwear started.

"Right. You just look so beautiful" With a sly grin he kissed your shoulder before pushing your hair to the side to suck the newly exposed skin.

Still licking and nipping your neck, his face was shoved in your neck, his warm hands slided past your dress and glided up-and-down your ribs and waist. Your head fell on his shoulder, your tensed muscles instantly loosening up giving in his warm touch.

"Stephen the wedding", you muttered quietly and he looked up to your reflection with a smirk.

"It's not ours darling. No one cares if we get there late" He said playfully as he cupped your bare breast and tweaked your stiff nipple making you whine. "Come on we can be a little bit late, I've been so neglected lately" he mumbled, his voice muffled in your neck. He hovered behind you like a shadow, his hard bulge pressed between your thighs making you gasp dramatically.

"I can tell" You chuckled, the memory of last night coming to your mind, when with literally every chance he had he accidentally touched you in order to take care of you properly. "I'm so sorry I've just been so stressed lately''

"Well let me relax you" Without waiting for a reply Stephen stripped you off your dress leaving you only in your pink thong that matched your dress. His hand roamed down your stomach to cup your clothed core before pussing two fingers into it. Your jaw slightly dropped and instinctively you opened your legs further in hopes of his fingers touching you somewhere deeper.

"Maybe we should go to bed" you said and gulped, your throat suddenly feeling dry.

God you’ve missed him so much. One whole week of overthinking about your relationship where you were going, if he saw a future with you. You knew it was hard for him talking and understanding his feelings but you had to know. So for one whole week since the invitation came you didn’t want him to touch you too caught up with those torturous thoughts. But fuck your body needed him and in that suit he was just too fuckable to let the opportunity slip.

"Someone's shy. Why do you mind the mirror?" he tilted your head finding that sweet spot on your neck and sucked it harshly.

‘’No marks Stephen please’’ you moaned but he didn’t stop. He missed your sweet perfume, your sinful moans of his name, your body that always took him so well.

"I think you look lovely here. Why don't you take off your panties for daddy?I mean they're already too wet for you to wear anyways"

Obediently you took them off, letting them meet your dress on the floor before you pushed them both aside with your feet.

"There you go" one of his hands ran down yours before he took your wrist and placed your palm against the mirror. The other grabbed your hips,bending you over nothing. "Listen, all I want you to do is be your beautiful self and just keep your eyes on the mirror while I take a quick taste. Can you do that for me sweetheart?"he asked while placing kisses on random places on your back.

You nodded obediently, your thoughts scattered all over the place too lost in the warm feeling he provided.

"Use your words darling"

"I can" Your eyes widened with shame, realising what was about to happen suddenly the presence of the mirror making you awfully self aware.

"Such a good girl I have" Stephen hummed with approval before he fell down on his knees, his hot breath hitting your wet pussy as he brought his face closer to your popped out ass. With his hand on your inner thigh he spread your legs further, revealing your leaking mold.

With his knees pressed against the cold bedroom floor he growled, inhaling its scent before he stared at your precious core.

"Look at that pussy-fuck I can't believe you didn't let me taste it for a week just because you were jealous of Christine"

Kissing the globes of your ass he gave your pussy a kitten lick strip taking a quick taste. Stephen's tongue opened your sensitive folds like petals, your juices coating his tongue, forcing a moan out of your dried throat.

"Eyes on the mirror love" You didn't realize you had squeezed shut your eyes all this time until he told you. You felt so dirty yet so good, touched after

With an open mouth you watched him roam in your pussy from behind, the loud noises of him sucking your petals harshly filling the room. "Oh my god, please, please…"

Your tick lashes fluttered in pleasure, as his tongue started teasing your hole. Your whole body was on fire, no words could explain how much you needed him, in your pussy, in your mouth, everywhere.

"My stupid girl jealous of another girl when all I want is you"

He groaned as you squirmed underneath him, sending soft vibrations to your aching core. Quickly he slurped up your juices and your legs trembled with his quick sudden movements. Your breath hitches and you feel yourself reaching closer to your high.

"Please, please" Hiccuping quiet whines and cries you begged for his cock his tongue now unable to ease your ingrowing heat.

"Add your finger darling" Raising up from behind you he looked at you, his beard had traces of your arousal.

Taking your middle finger, your touch trailed between your legs, your slick and Stephen's saliva coating it. You watched in the mirror as your finger pushed past your walls, your jaw dropped with a silent 'o'.

"You're so fucking pretty. Your head empty and I haven't even fuck you yet" he said mostly to himself as his hungry gaze lingered on how your finger disappeared inside your hungry pussy.

"I'm so close", you whined in frustration as your finger moved to quicker, deeper motions, your movements messy and desperate for release. With half open eyes you went after your high, a muffler of sweet whines and Stephe's name escaping your lips but before you could squirm he took your hand away from your aching core.

‘’Why?’’ Your eyes opened widely as your clit pulsates in the sudden emptiness frustration

"You didn't ask for permission now did you?" Trying to catch up your breath you stared at him with a pout, tears of frustration threatening to spill down your face.

Shame took over you as accidently you looked at your reflection, so pathetically bent over with spread ass your naked body full on display. Your once neatly styled bun was now a mess with locks of hair all over the place and a layer of sweat covering your face.

‘’What kind of person would I be if I didn’t fill you up before leaving the house?’’ With one hand he took his cock out of his pants.Your eyes lightened up as you watched him slowly stroking his meaty girth with a tight grip, pre cum leaking from his reddened tip.

"You want it baby?" he teased and you bit your lower lip and nodded eagerly. ‘’Of course you’’

He lined it up with your entrance before pushing the tip in making you moan in pleasure. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as he slided now fully in. Loudly he grunted at the sight of your pussy stretched around his cock, struggling desperately to take his veiny girth.

His thrust is slow and steady so he can watch your expressions as you try to adjust to his size and at the same time stay biting your lip to keep as quiet as possible.

"Don't hold back, you know how I love how loud you are" He mocked and with that you whimpered, making his cock harder.

"What too much? Only one week without my cock and you forgot how to take it?"

With his cock drenching with your cream he pushed out and if he hadn't grabbed your waist you knew you'd fall apart.

The room soon filled with sounds of skin slapping against yours and groans. His grinds became rough and fast, treating you like he’s just using your body for his pleasure.

"Oh god" Unable to contain your moan and cries your senses were in overdrive, you squeeze and clench around him, your whole body screaming for release.

"I need to cum, please I can't" You pleaded and Stephen swore he could spend an eternity listening to that sound. "Please?"A mix of mascara, tears and sweat ran down your cheeks and his cock twitched at your messy sight.

Your high hits suddenly, making you jerk under him, desperately searching for something to hold from. Your sweaty palm slipped from the mirror but before you could fall Stephen forced your hand back against the mirror with his atop of yours and the ather around your waist, to keep you still as he thrust inside you from behind.

You peered up at him with unfocused eyes

Animalistic growls left his mouth and you watched as his brows knitted together warning you he was coming close. His hard cock forcefully entered your cunt from behind hitting all the right places all at once. Each rough, fast pound of his pushed you further against the mirror, your hot breath fogging it up.

"Fuck-", he panted and his face twist in pleasure. His pounds became slopier and unsteady and soon your sensitive pussy was filled to the brim, his load leaking down your thighs. After a few moments he pulled and tucked his shirt back into his pants.

‘’You better hurry up or we’ll be late darling’’

#dr stephen strange #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x you #dr strange x reader #dr strange x you #sinister strange x reader #benedict cumberbatch

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love-kurdt · 3 months

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Swooping, Sloping, Cursive Letters: 7

word count: 1040

warning: underage drinking

PLEASE READ THIS IS ME TRYING FIRST, AS THIS STORY RELIES HEAVILY UPON THE CONTEXT OF TIMT

January 21, 1988

Dear Will,

It’s been a few weeks since the blow-up on my dad. It’s been eating away at me. I said it with obvious sarcasm, but what if my dad actually thought it was true? Like, he wouldn’t be wrong, but I don’t want him to know. It’s scary, thinking about what he could do to me. I’ve heard about those camps where they try and change you. They always leave there more traumatized than when they were initially sent in. But enough doom and gloom for one letter.

I just got home from the basketball game, and we’re all going to a party in about an hour. Our first high school party. Lucas got invited by the team, and then he invited us. I’m still debating whether or not this is a good idea. You know, with the whole Upside Down trauma thing. We all have our own problems to deal with, but I remember specifically that you have really bad claustrophobia, and I just think going to a crowded party might trigger it. But that’s just me and my overthinking. And yeah, I know what you’re going to say, ‘Mike, I’m fine, don’t worry about me,’ but are you really? Are you really fine? Because that’s one thing that’s really bothered me since everything ended. You’re still obviously dealing with some shit, and I don’t blame you at all. You should be suffering.

That came out so fucking wrong, I didn’t mean that at all. You deserve every good thing this fucked up world has to offer, and you should never have to suffer ever again. I just mean that considering everything, it would be a huge shock to me if you were just able to recover with the blink of an eye. So when you tell me you’re fine, I’m sorry. I don’t believe you. I love you, and I want you to trust me enough to be able to open up to me and tell me what’s on your mind. And you know I’ll listen all day if it comes down to that. It doesn’t even matter what you’re even saying, I just love hearing the sound of your voice. Jesus Christ, everything is coming out wrong. No pun intended. Everything you say matters to me, but that’s probably already implied by the “I love you,” so I’m just gonna stop rambling on and on about this.

You’re coming over in a few minutes, ahead of everyone else. I love how we’ve always made plans like this, with you arriving earlier so it’s just the two of us. It makes me feel wanted. Even though you don’t actually want me. Not in the way I want you. Anyway, before I get all mopey and pathetic– Lucas insisted upon all of us “pregaming,” whatever the hell that means. I don’t know. Maybe this party could be a blessing in disguise. It could represent things finally going back to normal for us. I really hope so. You– we all– deserve this.

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It’s currently 2:30 in the morning, and you’re passed out on my bed like a fucking starfish. Before the Party came over, you told me you didn’t want to drink, for pretty obvious reasons. And I really respected that, Will, you know? I respected your self control and your aversion to ending up like Lonnie. I even told you I’d stay sober in solidarity with you. So we didn’t pregame like the rest of our friends– yeah, now I know what pregaming is. Basically getting drunk before going full-on blackout at the actual event.

Which was why I was shocked to see you stumbling over to me like you’d been drinking since 3pm. You called out my name, and I barely had any time to register what was happening before you slung your arms over my shoulders and jumped on top of me, knocking me over onto the couch behind me. The landing kind of hurt, since throwing all your weight on me caught me off guard. And I’m not even going to try to confront the way you shoved your entire face onto mine, your lips narrowly missing my mouth. That was obviously just a mistake, probably just you being drunk and lacking coordination or something. But the way you looked at me, Will… I had to remind myself on a loop that you were drunk.

I asked you how much you’d had to drink, and you told me “Uh, like, five shots of vodka.” And I know you have free will (again, no pun intended) to do whatever you damn well please, but I just felt kind of blindsided. Because you told me you didn’t want to drink tonight. But then I asked you what changed your mind. You said that you just did the shots because everyone around you was telling you to, but to not make a big deal out of it, because even though you didn’t want to drink, you were still having a good time. So I left it alone.

But it got me thinking. For as long as I’ve known you, you’ve been so incredibly selfless. You’d do anything to make people happy. But sometimes you do it at your own expense. You did it during 1985 when we ignored you all summer and then swept it all under the rug when you left for California. You did it with me when I said that horrible thing, and not even 24 hours later, you told me it was fine. And you did it with the painting when you were silently sobbing next to me in the van. I still want to talk to you about that one. I just don’t know how to bring it up without scaring you away. It just hurts to see you do things that clearly make you unhappy. You shouldn’t do that. You deserve so much better.

Anyway, I turned you onto your side so you don’t choke and die. I just hope you don’t beat yourself up in the morning. But I know you will, Will. Okay, I swear that was the last pun. I’m gonna go now and try to scooch myself between you and the wall.

Love,

Mike

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stllite · 2 years

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me too ˎˊ˗

bi!peter parker x bi fem!reader

word count 1.5k

summary you and peter seemed to both have confessions to tell each other…at the same time.

warnings slight mentions of anxiety, one cuss word and just pure fluff !

authors note IM BACK !! i’m so so sorry i haven’t been active i’ve been super busy but i miss writing and posting on here sm ! alsooo happy pride month !! u all are so loved and valid and i hope u enjoy this fic to celebrate <33

you couldn’t sleep.

after what felt like hours of restless tossing and turning and even trying to calm your crowded mind with rain noises, you just couldn’t stop the thoughts in your head.

you quickly sat up from your bed and huffed in frustration.

you ran your hands through your hair and tried to slow down your breathing to hopefully slow down your thoughts.

i need to tell him. i need to tell him. you thought.

recently, you’ve been stressing about whether or not you should tell your boyfriend, peter, about…well…your feelings.

you’ve figured out your sexuality for quite awhile now but just haven’t told anyone. it was scary to come to terms with your sexuality so the thought of telling someone feels like a nightmare.

it’s literally been keeping you up at night.

since it’s the beginning of June, pride month, you’ve seen a lot of people come out to their loved ones or are just comfortable with who they are.

it made you so happy to see people love themselves and just love who they want.

and while there is no rush, you feel that it’s finally time to tell peter about your bisexuality.

although peter is supportive in everything you do and is quite literally your #1 fan, you were still scared.

will he think of me differently? will he still love me?

yes, some of the thoughts you were overthinking were stupid; peter is amazing.

yet, you couldn’t get these thoughts out of your mind.

you reached over to your nightstand and turned on the lamp while grabbing your phone as well.

when you unlocked your phone, you noticed a text from peter from a minute ago.

peter: just finished patrolling for the night! can i come over? i’ll pick us up some delmar’s :)

you sighed. it’s not like you didn’t want peter to come over, you loved being around him.

you were just scared because you knew you wanted to tell him and now’s the time.

you: that sounds perfect <3 cant wait x

after you sent your last text, you threw your phone to god knows where and squealed in your pillow.

how do i tell him? just straight up or have him guess?

least to say, you were frustrated.

while you waited for peter’s arrival, you scrolled through TikTok and saw some coming out videos pop out on your feed. there were cakes, sweater weather, bisexual audios, you name it.

but what stuck out to you the most was their reactions. they seemed so happy and proud for their loved one and they seemed so free.

you smiled at the videos. tapping from the window then interrupted you.

you turned around from where you were laying and saw peter in his spidey suit smiling at you while holding up some delmar’s.

he’s so precious.

you smiled back at him as you got up and walked towards your window. you opened it and peter crawled inside.

“hey baby.” peter sighed as he got in.

“hey.” you replied while leaning into him, giving him a hug.

“got your favorite!” peter said as he pulled away from the hug placing the delmar’s bag down on your desk.

you just smiled while nervously fiddling with your hands. peter took notice of this.

“how was patrolling?” you finally said.

“uh it was alright. i missed you though.” peter smiled nervously while scratching the back of his neck.

you looked down at your fiddling hands.

why was this so...awkward?

“well, how about you get comfy and then we can listen to Harry Styles’ new album while we eat?” you suggested trying to break the awkward silence.

“sounds great.” peter chuckled.

while he walked over to your closet where he left his clothes, you sat on your bed turning on the TV.

“y/n what’s your top three off Harry’s House?” peter asked while he was changing.

“hmm,” you thought. “that’s hard they’re all so good!”

“correct answer. i love late night talking though,” he replied.

you smiled, clicking on the album and having it play in the background.

peter then joined you on your bed with the delmar’s.

“here you go.” peter said as he passed you your sandwich.

i think i should tell him now. no wait, maybe later?

as your thoughts continued going back in forth, you fiddled with your hands more staring off into the distance.

peter took a deep sigh then noticed your nervous state.

“hey, you okay? you’ve been acting all nervous since i got here.” peter voiced.

“just got some stuff on my mind.” you mumbled, still looking down at your hands.

“hey,” he started, placing his hand on yours to stop the fiddling, “talk to me.”

you looked up at him, finally looking into his eyes.

i have to tell him now.

you got out of your bed and paced around your room, peter looking at you confused.

“y/n,” peter started, furrowing his eyebrows.

“i uh- i have to tell you something.” you interrupted, still pacing around your room.

“y/n you’re scaring me. what is it?” peter looked up at you both confusion and fear in his eyes.

he also overthought a lot.

you stopped and looked at him. you sighed and walked over to kneel in front of your bed.

“um- please peter before i tell you this,” you started, words starting to tremble. “please don’t think of me any differently.”

you looked up at him as he looked at you with the same confused look.

despite this confusion, he nodded.

you let out a breath.

“god, i don’t even know how to start,” you chuckled, nervously running your hands through your hair.

peter placed his hand on yours, a gesture to let you know he was there for you no matter what.

you squeezed his hand a bit.

“well, you know how i like boys? well obviously but- um- i also kind of like girls? well, not kind of i really like girls. but like i also really like you. i mean more then like but you know what i mean.” you rambled. you couldn’t even look at peter.

“ugh what i’m trying to say is, i’m bisexual.” you sighed. you then got the courage to look up at him.

you couldn’t point out his expression.

and that scared the shit out of you.

“fuck um- forget i said any of that.” you gulped while standing up, letting go of his hand and turning away from him.

“wait, y/n.” he called as he followed you and turned you around to look at him.

your head stayed down.

“look i’m sorry. it’s just been on my mind and i had to tell you or else i literally would have exploded. but now i regret saying anything. i just ruined everything.” you apologized, still looking down at your hands.

after what felt like years of silence, peter just chuckled.

you shot your eyes up at him, confused about why he was laughing?

“y/n, baby.” peter started, getting closer to you. “can i tell you something?”

you nodded slowly, still very confused.

“me too.”

“peter, what?” you huffed out in frustration.

“i uh,” he began, scratching the back of his neck. “i also like boys and girls.”

your eyes widened.

“wait, what? you’re bi?” you questioned in disbelief.

peter smiled softly and nodded.

you stood there for a few moments just looking at each other absorbing what had just happened.

until you pulled him into a tight hug.

he held you close to him and sighed in comfort.

you both smiled to yourselves. feeling so free.

“did we really just come out at the same time?” you chuckled softly, breaking the silence.

peter let out a small laugh.

“yeah, i guess we did.”

after a few moments of hugging, you two sat back on the bed.

“you don’t know how hard it was to tell you that,” you said after taking a bite out of your sandwich.

“how did you think i was going to react?” he questioned.

“i don’t know. i was just overthinking i guess.” you shrugged.

“well, i’m proud of you,” he said placing his hand on yours. you smiled softly at this gesture.

“and i already kind of had a feeling.” he snickered.

“wait what?” you questioned surprisingly.

“i mean yeah. the way you spoke about women, especially Doja Cat.” he laughed.

you gasped dramatically.

“well, i can say the same about you.”

“oh really?” he urged.

“mhm. your love for Harry Styles is way beyond his music,” you answered.

he paused.

“wait, is it that obvious?” he said, mouth agape.

you two then busted out laughing at how ridiculous and clueless you both were.

after the laughing died down, “Cinema” by Harry Styles started to play.

“he sounds really good in this song.” peter smirked, causing you to giggle and nod.

“well,” you started. “despite how dumb we both were to notice anything, i’m really proud of you and i’ll love you no matter what. i hope you know that.”

he grinned.

“same here, always.”

you smiled at him and leaned in closer, closing the gap between you two.

it was a short kiss. though, it expressed the love and support you had for each other.

you pulled away slowly.

“now i have someone to freak out over all my celebrity crushes with.”

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #peter parker x y/n #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fluff #marvel #Marvel MCU #spider man #harry’s house #bisexual #pride

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domripley · 6 months

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Left to Face This Alone - 2

pairing: rhea ripley x reader; eventual liv morgan x reader

warnings/tags: noncon, fingering, alludes to drugging but isn’t said, rhea being a creep, dom being worried about you, choking, forced kissing.

You made your way to the locker room, rushing to get away from Rhea. She seemed to be following you, but you weren’t too sure. You hadn’t seen her in three days, unsure of what she wanted from you – or why she was even at the performance center. You were there for a few interviews, getting ready for Wrestlemania. Once you were in the locker room, you made it seem that you were on the phone, just in case she was in fact, following you. Your gut feeling was right – she was following you. Tapping you on the shoulder, Rhea crossed her arms. You stuck up your finger to signal ‘one moment’ as you faked a conversation. She rolled her eyes but sat down on the bench behind you.

After three minutes, you pretended to hang up before turning to the Australian. You hoped that what she was going to say was nothing like the last time.

“I was wondering if you’d like to come out with me and the others?” she asked.

You bit your lip, trying to come up with a quick excuse. Rhea raised an eyebrow, waiting for your answer.

“I- I uh, I have plans.” You lied. By the way Rhea rolled her eyes, you knew she knew that that was a lie.

“Oh, come on, it’ll be fun. Both Dom and Damian are going to cover our tab tonight.” Rhea said, trying her best to convince you.

You sighed, giving up. “Okay, fine. I can stay for a few drinks. I have to be up early in the morning for some more interviews.”

Rhea smiled, “Good, I’ll drive since we’re at the same hotel.”

You thought it was a little weird she knew that, but you pushed your thoughts away. A part of you wanted to give her a chance, but you were still put off with the fact that she knew that the two of you were at the same hotel. You made a mental note to ask her how she knew that later.

“I have two more interviews and then I’ll be off. I can just meet you there if you want to give me the address?” you suggested, but Rhea shook her head.

“No, no. I can drive us there, it’s really no problem at all.” Rhea pushed and you found yourself giving up once more. “I’ll wait for you until you’re off and we can head to the bar right after.”

You put your phone back into the locker, heading out of the locker room and to your next interview.

All throughout it, you couldn’t help but think about Rhea. Why was she so interested in you suddenly? The two of you hadn’t talked in years and now she wanted to talk to you? All these questions ran through your mind, but you needed to focus on what Liv was saying. After her interview, Rhea walked down to the hall, making her way to you. Glaring at Liv as she passed her but smiling at you when her gaze left Liv and met yours.

“Who’s your last interview?” Rhea asked as you turned your computer off.

“Charlotte. It’s in five minutes so I won’t be too long.” You answered.

“Good. I don’t want you interviewing her anymore after this.” Rhea laughed, playing it off as if she were joking.

You gave her an odd look, “Excuse me? Whether or not your joking, you’re not my boss and I’ll interview whoever my actual bosses tell me to.” You snapped.

Rhea gave you a menacing smile, “I’m only joking, calm down.”

You bit your lip, holding back what you really wanted to say. You knew how Rhea was, so why were you making a big deal out of things? You tried to push the thoughts away, but you began to overthink. If Rhea said she was joking, then you should believe her.

“I’m-“ you began to apologize, but Charlotte cut you off. You hadn’t noticed her where she was standing, and you really hope she didn’t hear anything that Rhea and you were talking about.

“Don’t be apologizing to Rhea,” Charlotte snapped, causing Rhea to storm off.

The interview went smoothly and as soon as it was over, Charlotte spoke up, “Hey, don’t let Rhea push you around. Let me know if you ever need anything.”

You nodded, “Will do. Thank you.”

You walked away, rushing towards the locker room in hopes of beating Rhea to it. You thought that if you could beat her there, you could grab all of your stuff and go back to your hotel room. You always hated that you had a hard time saying no to people. As you reached the locker room, you rushed to grab your things and leave. Putting your stuff into your bag as fast as you could. Only to jump when someone tapped you on your shoulder.

“What’re you in such a rush for, (Your Name)? I told you that I’m driving.” Rhea stated, grabbing your bag for you.

You followed Rhea out of the locker room and out of the building. You wished that she didn’t take your bag – a part of you was unsure of how to ask for it back. You knew you were just going to outright ask for it.

“Rhea, I need my bag, please give it back.” You said as the two of you reached her rental.

Opening the back door, Rhea tossed your bag into the back seat. You cringed a little, hoping that your laptop was okay. Rhea opened the passenger door for you, not giving you any time to ask why she disregarded your bag like she didn’t see that you had put your laptop inside of it. When you got into the car, you shut the door as she walked around the car to the driver’s side. Getting in, she didn’t say anything as she turned on the car and drove out of the parking lot. The car ride was too quiet for your liking, silently hoping that Rhea would turn the radio on.

“What’s your favorite color?” she asked, keeping her eyes glued to the road.

“Such a random question,” you laughed. “But I like (Your favorite color). What’s yours?”

You caught the smile on her face.

“Black and purple.” She answered, turning into the turning lane.

You looked out your window, watching the cars you were passing by. Finally, after what felt like hours, the two of you reached the bar.

“Dom and Damian are already here, but… I don’t see Finn’s car.” She said, looking around as she slowed down to find a parking spot.

As soon as she found a spot, you bit your lip, hoping the night would go by fast. Once she was parked and the car was off, Rhea turned to you, placing her hand on your thigh, making her way up your leg. You tensed up and she took her hand off you quickly.

You unbuckled your seatbelt, getting out of the car in hopes of having a little moment without Rhea close to you. Unfortunately, Rhea was close behind you. Wasting no time in catching up to you. She opened the door for you, and as soon as the two of you were inside of the bar, Dom shouted, “Hey, Mami. Over here!”

The bar was crowded, but you were thankful that it wasn’t overbearing. Rhea grabbed your arm roughly, leading you to the table that they were already sitting at.

“Go sit with them, (Your Name), I’ll go order us some drinks.” She said and you did just that. Sitting across from Dom and Damian, you gave them a small smile. You felt a little awkward, considering that you barely knew any of them.

When Rhea came back with both of your drinks, you hadn’t noticed that she only got herself water. You took a sip of the drink – it was delicious.

Rhea smiled, “Taste good, yeah?”

“Very good. What did you get?” you asked, and Dom gave Rhea an odd look.

“Vodka.” She lied.

You cringed, “All by itself? No chaser, nothing?”

“Yeah, I know it’s a little weird, but I like it.” Rhea laughed, taking a sip of the water.

“And with no type of reaction too? God.” You laughed, shaking your head.

As soon as you finished your drink, Rhea chugged the rest her own drink. Getting up, she went to go get another set of drinks for the two of you. Once she left the table, Dom opened his mouth to say something, but he was quick to close it when Damian shot him a look.

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Four drinks in, you asked Rhea for some water. She rushed to get you some – suddenly began to feel a little tired. When she returned with the water, you drank it quickly.

“You okay, (Your Name)?” Dom asked, this time earning a glare from Rhea.

You looked around the table, unsure of when Finn arrived. You tried to focus on your empty glass of water, but soon you found yourself being pulled away from the table. “M’need more water…” you groaned, moving throughout the bar. You tried your best to stay at Rhea’s pace, but it was becoming harder for you to walk.

As soon as the two of you reached the bathroom, Rhea pushed you into the nearest stall. Pushing her lips onto yours and kissing you roughly, you pushed her off of you when she slipped her tongue into your mouth.

“Rhea, what the actual fuck. Stop.” You said, trying your best to stand your ground. You grew weaker and weaker, and you weren’t sure why. You only had four drinks, usually you’d be fine with that amount.

She leaned in to kiss you again, but you slapped her across the face. Grabbing you by the throat, she held you against the stall wall. “You think you can just tease me? Tease me and think I won’t go out of my way to invite you to hangout with my friends? You’ve been teasing me for months with your glances whenever we’d pass by each other? Are you that much of a fuckin’ whore?” she whispered, grabbing your clothed chest. You tried your best to wiggle away from her, but her grip on your neck was too strong. Releasing your neck for a moment, Rhea covered your mouth with her hand. Using her free hand, Rhea slipped it into your pants. Rubbing your clothed clit frantic and hard, Rhea kept her eyes locked on yours. You began to cry, flinching when Rhea leaned closer to you and licked your tears.

“Don’t act like you don’t like this, I can feel the mess your making on your underwear.” She chuckled, eyes filled with lust. You squeezed your eyes shut as she pushed your underwear to the side. Shoving two fingers into you, you gasped against her hand.

You tried to shake your head to get her hand off your mouth, but it wasn’t working. She continued to fuck you with her fingers, rubbing the pad of her thumb against your clit - causing you to cry harder. You wanted it to be over – feeling your body betraying you as you came around her fingers.

She moved her hand off your mouth, kissing you softly before moving so her mouth was next to your ear. “You’re mine now.” Pulling her hand out of your pants, she shoved her fingers into your mouth. “You liked it, (Your Name). You came around my fingers, you liked it; and if you tell anyone about this, you won’t like what I’ll do to you. Understood?”

Taking her fingers out of your mouth so you could talk, you whispered, “I understand.”

Rhea smiled, opening the stall door, and helping you walk out of the bathroom. “Let’s get you to your hotel room.”

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Four's a Charm Chapter 11

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Chapter 11. Night Watch

The captains, your lovers, enjoyed spoiling you and Izzy. Perhaps it had something to do with catching up on lost time, or maybe just to make sure you both felt important and wanted in the relationship. Either way, if you let them, they would happily show the pair of you special treatment, at least to an extent.

Izzy, however, could never except that. At least, the three of you haven’t worn him down to opening himself up to the idea yet. Therefore, when it was his shift to be on night navigation and Edward had complained about him being missing that night, Izzy just reminded him of the shifts and strode off to take over from Buttons.

There were still a few members of the crew sitting up on the deck, enjoying the cool night’s breeze, when you remerged from the captain’s quarters. You had just begun to get ready for bed when you decided you didn’t like the idea of Izzy standing up on deck all night on his own, no matter how long he’s been doing this for. So, you announced that you were going to keep him company and took your leave, Stede telling you that it was a ‘wonderful idea’.

Your emergence back onto the deck had earned you a few curious looks from the remaining members of the crew, but nobody questioned you as you made your way up to where Izzy was standing on the quarterdeck.

Izzy had assured you that he was fine, had been spending nights on deck for years, but you had insisted, and he didn’t argue further. So, he nodded for you to stay, keeping him quiet company.

A few hours past and the two of you were deep into the silent night shift. Any crew members that remained on deck had retired for the night, leaving just the two of you and the steady waves. Leaning against the ship’s railing, you looked out over the water, not being able to see very far in the dark but watching the way that the stars sparkled off of the water.

“You’re doing a lot of thinking over there, can practically hear it” Izzy commented, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“You’re not the only one who can overthink things, you know” you quipped, turning to him with a small smile.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked.

“You really want to know?” you squinted at him slightly, wondering if he was actually curious or just thought that was how he should respond.

“I do” Izzy nodded, making you smile, he sounded genuine.

“The crew was asking why I’ve been spending so much with the three of you” you told him, wondering if he would have anything to say about that before you continued.

Apparently, he didn’t, but you did notice him tense ever so slightly. “And what did you say?” he asked.

“That we’ve just become good friends” you laughed, knowing how ridiculous that would sound if the crew knew the truth. Even Izzy chuckled along a little. “Didn’t know what to say” you confessed.

“Good enough answer for me” Izzy shrugged, adding, “none of their business really.”

“What’s none of who’s business?” you jumped at the familiar voice, though you were quickly grounded by a pair of arms wrapping around your waist.

“What are you looking at?” Edward asked as he rested his bearded chin on the top of your head, squeezing around your middle slightly.

Izzy cleared his throat as Stede came to stand beside him, settling a hand against the small of his back. In fact, you thought he might have even let into the touch a little.

“What are you doing up?” Izzy questioned the captains.

“Wanted to keep you both company” Ed shrugged, and you felt his chest move against your shoulder blades.

“Plus, it is a nice night” Stede hummed, beginning to rub his thumb in small circles against Izzy’s back. “Now, what were you two worrying about just then?” he asked, not letting the topic be forgotten.

You and Izzy shared a look, him simply blinking. He was letting you decide whether you wanted to bring it up with them or not. “What are we to tell the crew?” you asked, looking to Stede and glancing up at Ed the best you could, “about us, I mean.”

“Tell them what you like, why do you ask?” Stede frowned slightly, not quite sure what you meant.

“Well, they were asking about me spending so much time with the three of you and stuff. I mean…they know about you and Ed. Are they to know about us?” you asked, a little more directly this time.

“Huh, I suppose I haven’t thought about it. I haven’t been trying to hide it though” Stede confessed, taking a moment to ponder before asking, “have you told anyone at all?”

“Lucius” you nodded, “and I’m pretty sure Pete knows; Lucius tells him everything.” That earnt you a disapproving look from Izzy. “What?!” you questioned dramatically, the way you threw your hands up making Edward step back from you to avoid getting hit. “Look, I was crushing on my captains and first mate, and he is the only person around here who gives decent relationship advice” you explained yourself, though you totally didn’t need too, “plus, he was already suspicious.”

“That’s fair. Lucius was very helpful with Ed and I in the beginning” Stede hummed in understanding.

“A brave fucker. Risked getting stabbed in the face and everything” Ed added, amused. You decided not to ask what he meant by that.

“As for the crew knowing about the four of us…how would we all feel about that?” Stede asked, removing his hand from Izzy’s back as he turned to face all three of you properly.

“Whatever you three are most comfortable with, I guess. Nobody’s going to judge, they’re used to Lucius’ and Pete’s relationship. A little different but nothing new to them, really” you shrugged.

“Of course, we needn’t make an announcement. I suppose the question is more about how we are to act around the crew” Stede thought out loud, scratching his skin.

“Don’t see why we shouldn’t just do as we like” Edward didn’t quite understand the line of questioning, Blackbeard was pretty used to just doing as he pleases.

“Why does everything have to be fucking talked about with you people” Izzy grumbled, dragging his hand over his face.

“Iz, mate…” Edward sighed.

“No, no” Stede placed a hand on Ed’s arm, looking at their first mate, “perhaps you have a point, Izzy.”

“…I do?” Izzy sounded just as surprised as Edward looked. Wasn’t talking the Revenge’s whole thing?

“Yes” Stede nodded, sounding a little more confident this time. “I have not been intending to hide anything, and I didn’t realise that any of you had been. So, have we all been happy with the way things have been going?” he looked between you all.

“Thought I’ve been pretty clear about that, mate” Edward huffed a small laugh.

“Yeah…I mean, everything just feels natural, y’know? I don’t think anything needs to change…just want to know if we should hide it from the crew if anyone begins to ask” you explained. You just worried you would share something the others didn’t want sharing.

Stede smile softly as he approached you. “Do you mind, Love?” he looked to Edward, who nodded as moved away from you and closer to Izzy. Stede gently took hold of your arms, still smiling down at you. “I wouldn’t ask you to lie to them. We have nothing to hide” he assured you comfortingly, picking up on the same anxiousness you were displaying when they first invited you into the relationship. You just needed to get it off of your chest, to hear their thoughts on the matter, to be reassured. Nothing wrong with that. “I’m glad you felt comfortable enough to ask but you don’t need to worry about doing something ‘wrong’. Just worry about doing what feels right, okay?”

“Okay” you nodded, finding his words reassuring.

“So…all of that just to decide that nothing changes?” Izzy scoffed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Edward chuckled fondly, wrapping an arm around Izzy’s shoulders and pulling him into his side.

“There is never a problem with seeking reassurance, Israel dear” Stede fondly chastised him, guiding you into his side, a little gentler than Ed had done with Izzy.

As the four of you spent more time together, Stede slowly found himself learning what you all needed. Izzy needed the illusion of an escape, a way to feel safe, even if he never planned on using it. Even if Izzy didn’t know it, he needed to be treated with softness, to be convinced that he deserved it. You needed reassurance, to know everyone was on the same page, or you start to overthink and make yourself worry. And even if you didn’t realise it, you needed to feel included and secure.

“Sorry if I was being a little…dramatic” you apologised, awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck. Maybe Izzy was right. You were starting to feel a little silly.

“Don’t be ridiculous, there is absolutely nothing to apologise for” Stede assured you, rubbing your arm.

“You’re apologising for being dramatic…to these two?” Izzy cocked an eyebrow at you, you couldn’t help but laugh a little at that.

“Nothing wrong with a little drama” Edward defended before promising, “we’ll make sure to include you in the next fuckery.”

“Thanks” you laughed, honestly liking the sound of that.

Stede smiled, also liking the sound of that, as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “Now, Izzy, it’s a good night to be guided by the stars, yes?” he asked, looking at the first mate again.

“Yeah, it’s a clear night” Izzy nodded, glancing up at the night sky.

“Show us how?” Izzy could curse the excited, eager look in Stede’s eyes. He just couldn’t deny him when he looked at him like that.

And so, Izzy agreed, thinking to himself that he might make a competent captain out of Bonnet yet.

“And tomorrow I’ll show you both how to read the clouds” Edward offered excitedly.

“He’s better at that than me” Izzy confessed. You were a little impressed that he could admit to being inferior at something, though he did have a whole lot of respect for Edward so maybe it wasn’t that surprising.

“We all have our strengths” Stede pointed out. Izzy opened his mouth, and you all knew exactly what type of comment he was going to make. “Not a word, Israel” Stede warned, playfully stern.

Izzy just chuckled to himself, knowing he probably deserved that, making Stede grin proudly. Had he actually made that little man laugh?

“I’m sure he was going to say something nice” Edward assured his co-captain, though he certainly didn’t sound convinced.

“I promise I wasn’t” Izzy smirked.

“I’m sure you could think of something nice to say” you teased, and he gave you a teasing look in return. “We’ll work on it” you hummed.

With another little prompting from Stede, Izzy gave the three of you (well, more just you and Stede) a lesson on the stars. Stede hung on to every word, soaking up as much information as he could. You tried, you really did, and you really were interested and wanted to learn, but it was late, and Izzy’s voice was soothing when he was talking about something he knew about.

“I think it may be time to call it a night” Stede commented as Izzy’s lesson came to a lull.

Izzy hummed, glancing over to see that you had fallen asleep against Stede, sleeping sounding. “You’re a bad influence, Edward” Izzy chastised, making Ed laugh.

Stede carefully lifted you away from his shoulder, gently waking you. “Darling, I think you should go to bed” he cooed.

“What? No, I’m fine” you murmured, rubbing your eyes. “Said I’d keep Iz company” you reminded him, still under the haze of sleep.

“I’ll be fine” Izzy rolled his eyes. Once again, he didn’t need babysitting.

“One of us will stay with him, alright?” Stede promised you, refusing to let you force yourself to stay awake.

“Promise?” you asked, looking between the captains, with glossy pleading eyes. It was sweet. Izzy couldn’t believe you even cared so much.

“Yeah, we promise, mate” Edward assured you, patting your shoulder.

“Go to bed, one of us will be down in minute” Stede told you, helping you sit up straight. “Alright” you groaned before standing up, popping your back when you stretched. “’night, guys, ‘love you” you mumbled, groggily rubbing your eye as you stumbled down from the quarterdeck.

Instantly, the three men were looking at each other with wide eyes. They had all heard you, you were sleepy, but it was unmistakable. Neither of them could tell exactly what the other was thinking, but they knew it all revolved around the same two words you had uttered.

“Ed, love, how about you go down and make sure Y/n made it to the bed. I’d love to have more navigations lessons from Izzy” Stede suggested, figuring it best not to dwell on it for too long, not when minds like Izzy tend to worry a bit too much about these sorts of things.

“Sure” Edward nodded, knowing Stede had been wanting to have some time alone with Izzy. ‘Bonding’, he had called it.

Edward stood, giving the two men a kiss goodnight, one that made Izzy blush like a madman. Stede was quick to distract the shorter man, though he only turned a more vibrant shade of red.

By the time Edward stepped into the dim captain’s cabin, you were already huddled up in the blankets of the bed. He undressed down to his smalls before climbing under the covers with you, chuckling fondly when you shifted and nuzzled your face into his chest.

“Y’love us, huh?” Ed asked, voice barely a whisper, as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. Of course, you didn’t respond, you were already fast asleep.

Nuzzling his nose into your hair as you tangled your limbs around him, Edward drifted off to sleep with you.

Back on the deck, Izzy was showing Stede how to locate stars and how to know which direction your facing using them. He wouldn’t admit it, but he stammered a little when Stede moved closer, a hand gently laid on his back in that way he does. That strangely grounding way.

“Which is your favourite?” Stede asked, admiring the stars.

Izzy looked at him for a moment, the way the moonlight illuminated his face, made his eyes all shiny. How could a man look so…bright? He always did.

“They’re all important” Izzy shrugged, honestly not having an answer.

“Not what I asked. Which one is your favourite?” Stede repeated himself with a small laugh.

“I guess…that one” he rolled his eyes and randomly pointing to one of the stars, just to sate the captain.

“Tell me about it” Stede insisted, his arm slipping around Izzy’s waist as he rested his cheek against the top of his head. Izzy swallowed the small lump in his throat before beginning to tell the man about the star and the constellation it made it. It wasn’t a particularly important star, nor a very interesting one, but Stede seemed invested enough.

The next day, Edward kept his promise. Once Izzy and Stede had woken up from sleeping after their night shift, the four of you ended up sitting in the crow’s nest, a little cramped but unbothered, as Edward explained how to read the clouds. He explained how to predict the weather and the waters from watching the skies and the clouds.

Edward was creative with how he read them, seeing images and patterns. Now the first proper conversation you had with him, the one where he asked you what you saw in the clouds, made much more sense. There was obvious a science behind understanding these things, you knew that even if you didn’t understand it, but Edward’s knowledge came from experience. He really was a remarkable sailor.

Maybe that was why Izzy was better with the stars and Edward as better with the clouds, Izzy liked the predictable and reliable position of the stars while Edward had the creativity to understand the always changing clouds. Stede was eager to learn about both, methods be damned. You were more interested in learning about the things your partners were knowledgeable in.

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Bonds and Ties (12)

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12

Word Count: 0.7k

A/N: sorry it took so long for me to update this. i had a different draft and didn’t like how it turned out so i had to rewrite everything. sorry if this is too short too dfdfugdh thank you to everyone who patiently waited~

Having lived as a civilian while being taught the ways of a shinobi gave you quite a whiplash in the beginning. This is because in contrast to the life of a civilian, a shinobi lives a fast-paced life. Not only should you have a keen eye and a quick reflex, you’re also expected to be a step ahead of your enemies. It’s tough work, but it’s nothing a good training can’t fix.

However, while skills can be honed, perfection is just simply impossible to achieve. One is always going to have some good days and some bad days. There are days you win and there are times when you lose. That’s how life is, and it does not discriminate whether you’re a shinobi or not.

Today, particularly, is a bad day for you.

“You’re different today,” Shikamaru comments after their team’s first win against you.

“In a good way or in a bad way?” You ask, knowing what he’s implying but not really wanting to directly answer. After all, even though you did your best, you kept messing up your timing and your jutsus all throughout the training session.

He doesn’t respond to your quip, rather, he stares at you intently. If you were being honest, it makes you a little uncomfortable. It’s almost like he’s trying to read your mind, or pressure you into talking just by his gaze.

“You’re different today,” he repeats. “You were moving differently and attacking recklessly.”

“Really?” Ino asks with genuine curiosity. “I didn’t even notice.”

Choji nods his head in a manner that you can only translate as, “Yeah, what she said.”

“I think you’re overthinking it,” you say with a practiced smile.

Ino nods. “Yeah, Shikamaru, I think so too.”

“Besides, your team has always been so challenging to fight against. And you’ve bested me a great number of times, and—”

“Even so, we’ve never won against you,” Shikamaru interrupts.

“Well, now you guys did, because you’ve improved! You’re better than yesterday and ten times better than the week before.”

Choji hums in agreement while you speak, but Shikamaru remains unconvinced.

“She’s right though. It’s called growth, Shikamaru,” Ino tells him. She then faces you, “Don’t mind him, he’s too hard on himself sometimes, especially because we kept on losing despite his strategies. So now that we’ve actually won, he thinks you’re sparing our feelings.”

You shake your head and chuckle. “I assure you guys, nothing of that sort happened.”

Shikamaru just sighs, knowing full well that there’s no point in arguing anymore, even though he believes wholeheartedly that they just got lucky with this particular win.

“Well then, now that that’s settled, we’ll see you later!” Ino chirps.

And with that, you bid each other goodbye.

Once they’re out of sight and their chakra is barely recognizable, you allow yourself to deflate.

As you walk the other way, you feel the lingering regret within you intensify — for losing, for not being in top shape, for missing all the right moments to counter, for messing up over and over.

Before you know it, you’re running towards the forest. There’s so much going through your mind that you fail to notice how you’ve been getting nicked from passing through several branches and bushes at an alarming speed.

In fact, you actually feel numb.

You suddenly start to feel like there’s something occluding your airways, and like there’s some force squeezing your heart. This makes you lightheaded. And then without meaning to, you realize belatedly that you’ve activated the Flying Raijin jutsu.

Your mind is blank and you don’t truly know where you’re actually going to materialize until you’re there. But before you can truly comprehend anything and before you can even land on your feet, you sense a distinct chakra.

You know you should move, get away, or even body flicker elsewhere, but you’re unable to. You feel numb and boneless. Your muscles simply refuse to move, and it isn’t because you’re immobilized by some jutsu. Your chakra isn’t depleted, but you’re tired. So terribly exhausted.

And your state of mind isn’t doing any better. It’s as if your brain is blank but also simultaneously thinking too much. It’s a foreign feeling you can’t put a name into. All you know is that this isn’t a jutsu of sorts.

So despite your acclaimed speed, you remain stuck in place.

Just as quickly as you appeared, the person moves behind you and digs a kunai at your throat.

You then recognize the familiar chakra signature, and so you force yourself to talk but what comes out is a croak, “It’s you.”

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The Truth Untold- Kim Taehyung |

Six- Apology (1.1k words) |

‘So I’m guessing Yoongi told you?’

‘Told me what?’

‘What happened? With Eun and… Taehyung?’

‘What’s Tae got to do with anything?’

‘Hobi you don’t have to pretend. It’s okay if he told you.’

‘Y/n I have no clue what you’re talking about.’

‘Really?’ I switch my phone to my other hand so I can pick up my bag.

‘Yes. Now tell me what happened.’

Sighing I begin at the start, at least I have someone to talk to on my way home.

‘Yep. And then this morning I slept in and missed him. So now he probably thinks I lied and am still avoiding him.’

‘Maybe you should try and show that you aren’t.’ He reasons.

‘And how do I do that?’ I groan knowing I'm terrible at stuff like this.

‘Eat together tonight maybe? You said it seems like they normally eat together didn’t you? So that’ll be the first step.’

‘Maybe you’re right… it is kind of awkward ignoring them when they ask if I’m going to eat with them. I’m just used to eating by myself though I guess.’

‘So you’re going to do it?’

‘Mhm. In fact I’m right around the corner from his old favorite take out. Do you think I should get him something?’

‘Yes! If you really don’t want him to think you hate him that’ll definitely work.’ His agreement settles my nerves a little.

After asking about how him and Emi are doing we had ended the call, both having things to do.

I’m now standing outside the apartment door contemplating whether or not this is a good idea or not. What if he doesn’t even like the food anymore?

‘It’s okay, if he doesn’t like it I've just got more to myself. Yeah. Anyways it’s the gesture that counts, as long as he knows I don’t hate him then it doesn’t matter.’

Opening the door before I can overthink it any more I’m faced with the man I’m question.

‘Oh, hey?’ I can sense the hesitation from him which makes me internally facepalm.

‘Hey.’ I offer a awkward smile ‘Where are you going?’

‘I was just about to go and get some food.’

‘No need.’ I hold up the two bags of take out I’ve been carrying, pleased that he hadn’t already ate.

‘I THOUGHT THEY CLOSED THAT PLACE DOWN!?’ He steps back to let me in.

‘Nope. They just relocated.’ My smile was now smug, knowing I made the right choice in going there.

‘What did you get?’

‘Get some plates, and you’ll find out.’

It’s not long until we’re both sitting on the floor, the food all laid out on the console table, Taehyung ogling at it. ‘Are you going to eat it or just continue to stare?’

‘Eat. I’m gonna eat, just you got so much.’

Blushing I recall the pain I felt as I handed my card over, all because I panicked on what to get. ‘Just eat.’

Despite my panic he reached straight for the dumplings like I expected.

Realizing the relation to our previous conversation I have to hold in a laugh. It’s not even that funny, but it’s been so long since I’ve been able to tease him I just can’t help myself. ‘Can I take a dumpling or will I have to go back to camping in my room?’

He instantly redirects his hand and grabs a container of something I don’t care enough to inspect. ‘No I’m sorry. Just eat your dumplings, I promise not to tease you. I know they were your favorite so please.’ My apology is ruined by my giggles.

He stuffs some food into his mouth, his words muffled but eligible, ‘They weren’t my favorite.’

‘What?’

‘The dumplings. They weren’t my favorite. I liked the ones from the place across the street from where this one used to be.’

‘Wait, so why did you say they were?’ I’m beyond confused by this confession, he would always insist on going here.

‘Because I knew you liked it here. You would’ve never let me go here if you knew, so I just said it’s my favorite.’ This whole time he’s not even looked at me, too focused on the food I’m front of him.

‘But that still doesn’t make sense. Why wouldn’t you just get what you wanted?’

‘Because I wanted you to have your favorite more than I wanted to have mine.’ He actually looks at me now, although I wish he didn’t. The look in his eyes startles me into finally assessing the food.

‘But I bought this for you.’ I’m upset at myself for never noticing and ruining my apology.

‘Hey it’s okay. I enjoy it because you enjoy it, so just eat yeah? That’ll make me happy.’ I can feel his hand on my chin, pushing my head up so I’m forced to look at him.

‘Really?’ I look into his eyes not quite believing him.

‘Yes.’ He whispers.

His touch feels so warm, so comforting. I'd almost forgotten how it felt for him to comfort me. The lingering feeling of his warmth touch is what stopped me from hating him all these years.

His hand is soon gone though, busy with placing food on my plate. They’re all my favorites. The guilt in my chest intensifies, he still knows all my favorite food and I didn’t even know his back then.

Brushing this thought of I begin to eat. Looking up at him for validation.

His eyes seem bright watching me eat, it feels strange being with him like this again.

He’d always watch as I ate, insisting I get what I want first. It confused me even back then as he was always quick to get what he wants with others, not even thinking about what they might want, yet he’d always be so willing to give me what ever I asked for. Not that I’d even ask, too frightened he might get sick off me being greedy. But despite me not voicing it he always seemed to know. Always seemed to know exactly what and when to give me things.

He’s the only person who’s ever cared for me like that, so selflessly. But he still left, I remind myself.

‘Where are Eun and Jimin?’

‘Jimins staying at him friends tonight and I think Eun mentioned something about a family gathering.’ That does ring some bells. ‘Actually she should be home soon.’ He mentions offhandedly.

Eun, all for entrances, decides to enter at that moment. ‘So this is why you didn’t pick up?’

…She looks pissed.

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the softest of treasures

CW: Geralt panicking, mild argument. They're both not the best at communicating

Summary: Geralt can't seem to focus when his thoughts won't stop

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The panic did not set in until several days after their talk. Geralt had a blissful few days where he managed to not think about his little lie, nor delve too deep into the fact that he’d blown his boyfriend. For those few days it just felt natural, as if there was nothing to panic about at all - he messaged Jaskier as he normally had, saved every picture Jaskier sent him, and spoke to him until almost midnight one night until Jaskier’s mind quieted enough to let him fall asleep.

He’d sucked Jaskier’s dick, and it had simply happened. It wasn’t something to overthink on nor was it something to panic over. It simply was a thing that happened that had made Geralt happy.

And then he was supposed to go out to dinner with Jaskier, and Geralt suddenly didn’t know what to do with himself.

Jaskier wasn’t closing that evening but he still had to stay late, which at least meant that Geralt could avoid a phone call. He was becoming more and more fond of calling Geralt, and as much as he didn’t mind all that much he was certain he couldn’t fake being okay even not in person at that moment.

Standing in front of his closet, a button-up shirt in hand, Geralt was stuck. His mind swirling in a whirlpool of what exactly he was supposed to do that night.

They’d had sex, sort of, once. Did that mean they were going to that night as well? Should he prepare for that? It had been so long since he’d been in any sort of sexual relationship that he wasn’t sure whether it was better to be prepared or not - assuming Jaskier would want him in any way that night could come off as wrong, couldn’t it?

It wasn’t like Geralt had been thinking of sex that day. As hot as his boyfriend was, and as frustrating as his lack of getting off was as well, it wasn’t always on his mind. But would that change when he saw Jaskier that night - would he want to get Jaskier off? Would he be going home with Jaskier again? Would Jaskier be coming home with him?

Geralt thought for a second about asking Jaskier, and felt the panic double. Ask Jaskier if he wanted to have sex that night? It felt ridiculous to just out and ask someone that, even if it would help him figure out what the fuck he should do.

Not that sex had much to do with what he’d wear to dinner. He managed to glance down at the button-up and scowl at it. Didn’t really say ‘I’m going to give my boyfriend a handy’, but it didn’t scream ‘I just want to cuddle’ either. Shockingly, his clothes didn’t reflect his openness to sex.

With a soft snort at himself, he managed to unstick his feet from the floor and finish getting dressed. One step at a time, he could at least manage to get there, and then worry about the after whenever it actually mattered.

He found it rather hard to respond to Jaskier’s texts with his brain so busy worrying over how future Geralt would handle the night. Shorter responses than normal, ignoring some of the ones he got, until he finally got the go-ahead to leave for the restaurant.

Though Jaskier was heading straight there after work, Geralt still got there before him and grabbed a booth and two waters from their waiter. He had a good enough reason to bury his nose in the menu as he waited, never having been there before, and even managed to inwardly read it loud enough to drown out his own thoughts.

“Is it too late for coffee?”

Geralt looked up over his menu as Jaskier sat down. Jaskier had the beginnings of crows feet when he smiled, taking off his jacket and folding it up to place on the seat next to him. It was too late for coffee, far too late, but Geralt only pursed his lips and didn't tell Jaskier that.

Though Jaskier had been struggling to fall asleep lately. Caffeine really wasn't a good idea.

"New girl didn't show up for her shift again," Jaskier groused, looking around and waving at a waiter with a polite smile. "Drives me nuts that I can't just fire her. No call, no show twice. Don't have any control over my own store."

"Decaf," Geralt said softly, just before the waiter got to their table. Jaskier blinked at him, his thoughts stopped in their place, but when the waiter asked for his order he went with a carafe of decaf.

Since he'd just gotten there, and Geralt still had his nose stuck in the menu, Jaskier asked for more time before they ordered food. With a thank you to the waiter he turned back to Geralt, menu laid out flat in front of him as he rolled up his long sleeves.

"I'd really hoped for her to be my new closer. Guess I'll be looking through applications again tomorrow." Sleeves rolled up, he ran a finger over the menu, finding what he wanted quickly and folding his hands in front of him on the table. "Every single one I look through takes a year off my life, but I suppose sacrifices must be made for the greater good."

Geralt couldn't help but snort at that, and then the waiter arrived with Jaskier’s decaf.

With Jaskier’s mind already set on a burger (Geralt was beginning to suspect Jaskier would order a burger above anything else anywhere), Geralt forced himself to settle on something. Cherry glazed salmon over a bed of something or another, he didn't really read through it very well. It was fancier than he usually went with but with his thoughts scattering all over the place he'd just went with the first thing that caught his attention.

"Oohhh, their salmon is excellent." Creamer and sugar mixing into his coffee, Jaskier inhaled deeply as he took in the aroma, clutching his mug with both hands as if it was a lifeline. "Never had the cherry glazed but the blackened was delightful."

"Don't like burnt food," Geralt said simply, and he shifted in his seat, looking away from Jaskier.

"I don't usually, but blackened salmon just hits different, ya know?"

Geralt didn't know, but only shook his head and drank some of his water.

Waiting for their food was an ordeal for him. Jaskier was as chatty as ever, telling Geralt about how his father had called him earlier (something he'd already sent Geralt a message about, though he'd been brief), the newest guitar design that was on display, what books kept drawing his eyes and that were practically begging him to buy them. He even lamented about the struggles of keeping a store open with only a handful of employees in a company that prided itself on being a 'part-time company'.

"Their goal is to make me turn grey early, I'm sure of it," Jaskier had sniffed delicately, and then had said with a sly wink, "least I'm into silver foxes."

"I'm only a year older than you," Geralt had countered, though from Jaskier’s frown it hadn't been the reaction he'd wanted.

Geralt wished he could say it got easier from there, but he couldn’t. His shoulders stayed stiff, he found himself losing focus on what Jaskier said, and he just wasn’t sure where the whole date was leading - or if it should be leading anywhere.

Part of him wished he just hadn’t blown Jaskier. That they hadn’t had that talk after. He shifted in his seat, humming at whatever Jaskier had been talking about, and didn’t miss the way Jaskier sighed after - but he just hadn’t caught enough to know how to respond to Jaskier’s frustration either.

He tried to pay attention. Though his mind was all over the place, Geralt cared about what Jaskier had to say. He cared that Jaskier’s old friend was in town (but he missed his name, what he did for a living, where he lived - all details Jaskier would tell him and Geralt was sure he had told him, but he just hadn’t processed any of it), he cared that Jaskier had found a new flavor of coffee.

But his own thoughts were too much, and he didn’t know how to make them leave him alone.

“Excuse me.” Geralt had to step away, so he left the table and went to the bathroom, hoping he could calm himself there.

Washing his face with cold water helped a little. His bangs stuck to his forehead, and the water dripping down his nose tickled, but for a minute Geralt just stood there and breathed. Hands on the sink, face tipped down over the drain, his mind still too fast and too loud for him to hear much outside of himself.

Maybe he shouldn’t have gone out that night. But he was damned if he would let his thoughts ruin their date - Jaskier deserved to have a good time out.

Wiping his face dry, Geralt took a few more deep breaths, wishing his thoughts to quiet down enough to let them enjoy this. And he reminded himself that this didn’t have to be leading anywhere. It was a date, and it could just be that - and it could also mean more but he could think about that if and when it happened.

He could do this. He could be normal and not a nervous wreck about this.

Jaskier was tearing a paper napkin apart when Geralt got back, rolling the tiny pieces into thin, long ones between his fingers. He flashed a quick smile when Geralt sat back down, but his eyes were tight.

“Did you want dessert?”

Geralt hummed softly, and fought back the nerves that were still trying to eat at him. “Not sure what they have.”

“I like their tira masu. We could share if you want?”

Did his voice sound smaller? Geralt’s lips twitched downward but he mentally shook himself. “Alright.”

With that, Jaskier waved down their waiter, and dessert was on its way.

“You didn’t tell me how your day was.” Jaskier sighed softly, leaning his chin on his hand, letting his lower lip jut out in a tiny pout. Geralt was struck with the urge to kiss it and looked away.

“Not much happened.” It was true. Just a normal day for him, with his typical breakfast and packed lunch, but he shifted in his seat and cleared his throat to continue anyway. “Eskel messaged me.”

“Oh?” Jaskier’s fingers tapped on the table, barely audible, though Geralt was certain they were following a rhythm. “What about?”

“Fight with Lambert. Nothing big, don’t expect it to last long.”

“Well, that’s good at least. Do they fight often?”

“Lambert fights everyone.”

Jaskier leaned back in his seat, his fingers twisting around themselves then. For a moment he was quiet, looking away from Geralt, his eyebrows pulled downwards in thought.

Then, he started to say something, but was interrupted by their dessert arriving.

Geralt waited for their waiter to leave, and thought about poking Jaskier into saying what he’d wanted to. But Jaskier had already taken a bite of his cake, so Geralt let it be.

They were mostly quiet while they ate. A table nearby was having a grand old time, bursting into laughter on occasion, which drew Jaskier’s attention. He watched them for a while, taking small bites of the tira misu, twisting his spoon around and around while his eyes flicked between the people talking at that table.

With his attention elsewhere, Geralt’s shoulders slowly started to relax - and though he wanted to feel guilty about that too, he didn’t have the energy to think on it. Instead he listened to the music playing in the background, thankful that the place didn’t have TVs playing, and just let himself enjoy Jaskier’s company in silence.

After a time, their plate was almost clean, and Geralt had almost fully relaxed in his seat. He sipped his water as Jaskier continued to people watch and privately hoped the evening hadn’t been awful for his company. It certainly couldn’t have been all that exciting - Geralt had barely talked, hardly given any input, and had mostly just sat there the whole time, and had only really started to enjoy himself once Jaskier was looking elsewhere.

…yeah, there was the guilt. Geralt looked up at Jaskier, who had come out to have a date with him and had been met with a practical brick wall instead.

He shouldn’t have gone out, not if he was just going to be like this.

Too late for that now. Geralt sighed softly, watching Jaskier’s fingers tap on the table in front of him. He couldn’t go back and make himself stay home, but he could at least try to make it up to Jaskier. Even if just a little, and even if he didn’t really know how.

Pay attention to him. Let him know Geralt cared. Harder to prove when he’d been all but ignoring him earlier and Jaskier had given up trying to carry a conversation, but Geralt had to at least try.

Jaskier’s fingers were still gently tapping away. Not making any noise, his fingertips barely touching the table. If Geralt wanted, he could have found a rhythm to put them to. Some song Jaskier had on in the background last night on their phone call, another that he’d been humming the week before. He wondered if Jaskier was intentionally following one’s beat or if his fingers were just restless, moving on their own.

Without letting himself think much on it, Geralt reached out his own hand. His fingers ran along the underside of Jaskier’s, catching them as they tried to tap their rhythm on the table. Rough calluses caught a little on his skin - Jaskier hadn’t applied lotion at work that day, he could tell. Geralt frowned, rubbing his thumb over the gently caught fingers.

He looked up, and Jaskier’s expression was soft, his eyes on their hands where they laid on the table between them.

“You forgot your lotion,” Geralt said, and Jaskier cracked a small smile as his eyes flicked up to meet Geralt’s.

“That easy to tell?”

“Don’t forget it tonight.”

Jaskier wrinkled his nose, squeezing Geralt’s hand. “I’m sure it’s not pleasant holding sandpaper.”

“Just don’t want them to crack and bleed.”

“I won’t forget. Scout’s honor.” Jaskier held up three fingers, his smile finally reaching his eyes. “Only forgot because I ran out at work, but I’ve got a few bottles at home.”

He nodded as Jaskier put his hand down, satisfied enough that Jaskier would take care of himself. Though he might try to remind him - just a nudge whenever they would be saying goodnight, like he did with dinner when Jaskier worked extra late.

“Geralt, is…”

When Geralt looked up, Jaskier’s smile was gone. His expression was shut off, his lips thin. In Geralt’s hand, Jaskier’s fingers had stopped moving, and all it took was those few seconds of seeing Jaskier so serious for worry to bloom in Geralt’s stomach.

“Is something wrong? Did something happen?”

Ah. Geralt shook his head. Though that didn’t do much to assure Jaskier, the man shifting forward in his seat, leaning closer to Geralt with a scowl on his face.

“Your brothers aren’t fighting with you, too, are they? Did you eat something that didn’t agree with you? Trouble sleeping?”

“I’m fine,” Geralt said, and he mostly was. He wasn’t sure if it was a lie or not.

“Okay.” Jaskier stopped leaning forward, though his scowl hadn’t left. “Okay, I just- do you not want to be here?”

“I want to be here.” That wasn’t a lie.

“Then why were you ignoring me?” Jaskier’s expression wasn’t schooled anymore. His nose twitched, his jaw tightened. Eyes alight with irritation, though he kept his fingers gently wrapped around Geralt’s. Still touching him, not letting go despite the anger or annoyance he felt. “I don’t expect anyone to listen to everything I say - fuck, I don’t process any of it - but I’ve had better conversations with my oven.”

“Jaskier.” Geralt flinched, and wanted to snap back. Hadn’t been the first time someone had insulted his social skills, wouldn’t be the last either, but before he could say anything else Jaskier continued.

“You ignored me. I asked you direct questions to your face, and you ignored them. Several times. Now, given you haven’t ever ignored me before, either something is wrong, you don’t want to be here, or you don’t want me here.”

“I didn’t mean to ignore you, I was just-” Geralt exhaled sharply through his nose, irritated at Jaskier and angry at himself for letting this happen. Of course Jaskier would be hurt, of course he’d be annoyed and angry - though apparently he had a sharp tongue when he got that way. All because Geralt had been overthinking and worrying himself into a tither over them having a sexual relationship. “I was just nervous.”

“Nervous?” Jaskier almost sounded like he didn’t believe it, the confusion cracking the anger that had been on his face. “Why are you nervous?”

“I didn’t know what to expect tonight.” Sounded silly, out in the open, and Geralt slumped from it. His thumb started to rub the back of Jaskier’s fingers again, grounding himself in the contact and movement. He couldn’t bring himself to look at anything but their hands then. “Not used to being with someone anymore, so I didn’t know what would happen. Or if I should expect anything to happen. Or if expecting something might happen was presumptuous. Or if asking about it was too forward, even if I didn’t expect anything. Couldn’t focus on anything besides all that.”

“Oh honey.”

Geralt wanted to hide, but Jaskier’s fingers were squeezing his again. And he couldn’t bear to lose that contact.

“Asking isn’t being too forward. I’d rather us talk about it than your thoughts eat you alive.”

“Sorry.” Geralt finally looked back up at Jaskier, and felt his shoulders relax again when he saw he wasn’t angry.

Jaskier lifted Geralt’s hand up to his lips and kissed his fingers.

They split the bill evenly, though only Jaskier had cash on him for the tip. By the time they left the restaurant, the night was cold, their breath fogging the air in front of them. Jaskier’s arms were practically attached to his sides as he shivered dramatically, his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets, teeth chattering as Geralt put a hand on his back.

He walked Jaskier to his car since Jaskier’s spot in the parking garage was further away from the elevators. Before Geralt could walk away, Jaskier stopped him with a hand on his cheek and a soft kiss on his lips.

Geralt’s eyes fluttered closed, his nose filled with the scent of Jaskier’s shampoo. He wished they didn’t have to say goodnight.

“I’m sorry, too.”

With a frown, Geralt opened his eyes, almost having to go cross eyed just to get a good look at Jaskier with him that close. He looked serious again, with his eyes hard and his jaw set, but this time he thought it looked cute rather than upsetting.

“I shouldn’t have snapped at you. Bit sensitive about being ignored, but I still shouldn’t have done it.”

“Plenty of people have pointed out my poor people skills,” Geralt said softly, though it wasn’t him excusing Jaskier’s behavior.

“I like your people skills.” Jaskier’s lower lip jutted out a bit, and he gave Geralt such a soft look that his heart hurt from it. “I don’t mind that you don’t talk much, I don’t mind that you like quiet things either. I like you as you are.”

“Good.” Geralt dipped down for another quick kiss, then kissed Jaskier’s cheek for good measure. “Would be awkward if it wasn’t mutual.”

Jaskier wormed his arms into Geralt’s coat to hug him, and Geralt thought he could have spent all of winter just like that. Warm in Jaskier’s arms, holding him close and tucked up under his chin, ignoring the rest of the world around them.

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