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gubesboo · 4 years

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That should be me

HEY!! ITS MEEE! I posted quite some time ago that maybe I should post a fic so HERE IT IS FINALLY MY FIRST FIC! I’m in nursing school so it can be difficult to write also I read all of these amazing stories and think I could never so hopefully you enjoy this!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: uhhh cursing, suggestive sexual language, mutual pining, fluff (cause I’m a fluff whor3), maybeeee angst? idk I think that’s it other than pretty bad writing!

Italicized = readers thoughts

Bolded= spencer’s thoughts

Word count: 3.5k

Y/N POV

Working at the BAU is not what you were expecting. Long hours, early mornings, sleepless nights. Don’t kid yourself, you loved your job, but at times it can seem that the bad outweighs the good. Only one thing could lighten you up on your darkest days and it was him. Doctor Spencer Reid. Spencer was everything that you hope for in a potential partner. He’s patient, caring, intelligent, also did I mention insanely attractive. Over the years of working there you and Spencer had become best friends, even rivaling Derek Morgan as his, and Penelope Garcia as yours. See being best friends is great, although completely platonic, the late night movie marathons, weekly coffee meets, along with working right beside him on your darkest days, you have come to love the brown mop of curly hair and hazel eyes that is Spencer Reid. Well, the problem that now is… BEING in love with Spencer Reid.

The bullpen having it’s normal hustle and bustle left you with your thoughts. You didn’t even recognize the man of the hour as he called out to you.

“Y/N…? Y/N... Y/N!!”.

“Oh.. sorry Spence, what’s up?”, you blushed a little, embarrassed that this man could have the power to zoned you out any minute of the day.

“Are you okay? You seem a little out of it.” Spencer so worriedly responded.

It’s the little things like this that could someone so easily make anyone fall in love. Spencer Reid could read you like a book, which is not something out of the ordinary for him. These microscopic gestures is something he knows that you take close to heart.

“What? OH! Yeah I’m fine Spencer this paperwork is seriously getting to me now.”

He let out a little laugh at your response. “Yeah I can see that, that’s why I offered you a fill on your cup of coffee.”

Yeah you know what else you can fill. You thought in your head for the quickest second but just as quickly you could feel the heat rising in your face. With this you were quick to stand up to take the attention off of you. “You know what yeah Spence that would a-actually be great! I’m just gonna...uh… go see Penny real quick, I forgot I was meeting her to give her back her… s-sweatshirt she left at my place!”.

Oh god are you screwed. Dammit Y/N get it the FUCK together. “Oh ha.. You know, that might be helpful” you reply trying to act aloof. Spencer just smiles hesitantly parting your ways as he walks towards the break room for coffee, and you go to Garcia’s to give her the ‘sweater’.

Spencer looked at you quizzically causing you to quickly turn to head that way. Just before you walked out of the bullpen you heard Spencer say “Uh.. Y/N.. do you want your bag?”.

Barging through the door of Penelope’s headquarters, she turns around at you wide eyed like you have just escaped a wild tiger.

“Y/N are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Great. “Penny I am LOSING it here.”

She looks at you worried like you actually have tossed your head off of your shoulder. “Oh this is about boy wonder now isn’t it” she so dubiously recognized.

“Yes Penny I have no idea what I’m doing here, I can’t focus on my work, I’m embarrassing myself left and right, and to make matters worse this whole thing is completely one sided!”.

Penelope looks at you sadly, she wants more than anything for you and Dr. 187 to get together but the stress of seeing you in this state almost breaks her heart. “Y/N, have you tried talking to him about it, we see the way he acts with you. Always going out of his way to make sure you are safe and happy, he doesn’t do that with just anyone…”

You had to give it to her, Penelope always puts on the bravest face for you, that’s why you love her so much. “It’s not just me Penny, what about JJ… or Emily even, he does the same for them… look I’m just trying to be realistic. Someone like Spencer would never go for someone like me. He IS a genius, and I can barely make it through one day where my mind doesn’t get sidetracked.”

Penelope had had enough with your self doubt, she knew you were one of the most talented on the team. “Y/N ENOUGH! First of all, JJ and Emily never stay with Spencer and binge watch Doctor Who til’ the break of dawn. We all notice the longing stares on the jet between him and you, the maybe a tad too long hugs before you guys leave… it’s obvious he’s into you. You know Spencer has a thing for germs yet he shook your hand on your first day here. Let that sink in for a second Y/N. Secondly, you are one of the smartest and talented people on this team. Remember last week when you guys were in Dallas, and YOU pieced together the unsub had a partner.. Y/N there would’ve been so many other victims if it weren’t for you, you have no idea how much everyone respects and values your accomplishments on the team, INCLUDING Spencer.”

Tears had welled up in your eyes, you never knew how much you needed these words of endearment. Sometimes it can be hard to believe this when you are always in your head about what you could've done better or simple mistakes that could've been avoided, sending you into a downward spiral. “Thanks Pen”, you smiled subtly. “I think I’m gonna go to lunch, do you want anything?”

“No Y/N I’m good. Please go talk to Spencer, I have faith that it will really end happily for you” Garcia replied kindly.

“You know what I will, also one more thing…” She turned back in her chair cautiously at what you might say next.

“Yeah?”

“Um.. if anyone comes in here asking what I was doing, can you say I returned a sweater to you?”

“Oh Y/N” Garcia said, releasing a school girl giggle, “You have SO got it bad”.

You laughed out of her office, timid of what the rest of the day had left to offer.

SPENCER POV

Ok that was odd, I hope Y/N is okay. Was it something I said? Oh God what if Morgan spilled the beans on how I feel about her. She’s my best friend, no what Morgan would never do that...well...would he? Just my luck Morgan was in the break room filling up his mug, walking in he gave me the slightest smirk.

“Well pretty boy how is it going with Y/N? Ask her out yet?” he said, taking a sip of his coffee giving him the side eye.

“What!? No.. Morgan you know she doesn’t feel the same about me, she’s never demonstrated anything that could elude to being more than friends. I know it will never happen.” sadly stated, Spencer began filling up the two mugs.

“Oh and you have?” Morgan said chuckling at Spencer’s reply, it was obvious that not even the genius had shown any type of actions that would sway Y/N into thinking he wanted to be more than friends. Spencer of course recognizes this but the simple things must account for something right? The subtle cuddles on the couch, constantly getting her refills on coffee, late night hangouts when Y/N was having a crying breakdown. He doesn’t just do that for anybody, she has to know this right? Maybe it wasn’t too obvious.

“Look Morgan, I’m trying alright? You haven’t told her anything have you, she’s been dodgy around me lately.” Spencer crouched into himself, thinking how he could mess up something that hasn’t even started yet?

“Come on Spencer, I mess with you a lot, but not when it comes to ya girl man. Look if you think something is bothering her just ask her about it, I think you guys are close enough as friends to where you can ask her about something like that right? And if she does know about your feelings then you have your answer, if not, lay it on her Reid. You always miss 100% of the shots you don’t shoot.”

Listening to these words almost encouraged Spencer but the weight of the fact that he might be rejected by the one girl he has opened up his heart to is too much to handle. It is easier to sit on the sidelines and wait for the opportunity to erupt then seize it himself.

“Yeah Morgan you’re probably right. I’ll ask Y/N about it at lunch. Thanks Morgan I’ll keep you updated.”

Morgan chuckled to himself “Well hopefully you don’t have to tell me, you can show me when you get back.”

With that, Spencer walked out of the breakroom with his and Y/N’s coffee right as she walked back into the bullpen looking slightly disheveled. “Hey Y/N! Lunch?” Spencer smiled at Y/N.

“Ummm… Yeah! Sandwiches?” Y/N replied, Spencer realized she usually had sandwiches when she was stressed. Carb loading seemed to make everything better. He mentally noted this to ask about later.

“Sounds perfect.”

With that Spencer and Y/N walked out of the office timidly, overwhelmed with their inner battle tension fighting at them.

LUNCH- Y/N POV

Walking into their go to sandwich shop down the street had a warm and inviting atmosphere. Almost like a hug from your grandma, it never gets old. The smell of freshly baked bread spread through the room and even calmed the nervousness that had surrounded Y/N and Spencer. The girl at the register you’ve come to know as Jessica, noticed her most loyal customers and greeted them with a warm smile.

“Y/N! Spencer! Welcome back you guys! Are we having our usual today?”

Almost embarrassed by the amount of times that they come in that the waitress knows their order. They nod in agreement. A BLT with mayo for Y/N and a ham and turkey club for Spencer.

“Don’t you know it Jessica” you replied, giving her a wink and handing her a 20. “Keep the change” you smiled.

“I’ll have it out to you guys soon!” She replied before going to the counter to assemble the lunch.

Spencer has seemed on edge since he asked you to lunch. Oh no had he caught on? Did he hear me and Penelope.. No he couldn’t have. Just breathe. It’s okay. You noticed Spencer about to say something when you were pulled out of your thoughts by an unfamiliar voice.

“Hi...Y/N?” you turned around to reveal a rather handsome man. What some would consider tall, dark and handsome. His black hair sat wavy on his head. He was cute you had to admit, just the perfect balance of toned without it being overbearing.

“Uh, Hi. I’m sorry I don’t mean to come across rude but...Do I know you?”. There was something about him that was right at the tip of your tongue. He did look familiar but you couldn’t place the face with a name.

“Oh right. Hi um Chase! From Easton Heights? We went to high school together.”

“OH MY GOD! Yes! Chase! We had Biology together right? Wow look at you! You look amazing, how are you?” Wow he has definitely aged well.

Spencer shifted uncomfortably. Maybe it was in his head but he could definitely see a connection between the two of them.

“Oh sorry Chase this is my friend Spencer, we work together.” Ugh friends, even saying the word left a sad tone on your tongue. So much hope and wanting in the word, that the one you hope would notice was completely blind to the idea.

Chase extended his hand for a handshake but was matched with Spencer’s typical skepticism, waving back at him instead of returning the endeavor.

“Don’t mind him, it's a germ thing.” you said to Chase seeming almost offended by Spencer’s action but nodded in an almost condolence type of way.

This brought you back to your first day with the team. After exchanging handshakes with Hotch, JJ, Rossi, Emily, Morgan and a bone crushing hug from Penelope (you knew at that second this woman was going to be your rock), last up was the genius himself. To his surprise along with everyone else's he extended his hand to meet yours to introduce himself. Everyone around gave skeptic looks to the other, but to be honest, it was hard to notice everyone else when looking into Spencer’s eyes. From that moment on, you were hook line and sinker to the pipe cleaner with eyes.

You reminisce about this moment along with Penelope’s words from earlier when you are pulled out of your thoughts by Jessica calling from the counter.

“Y/N, Spencer! Your sandwiches are up!” Jessica shouted from the counter.

Spencer went to grab the sandwiches from the counter while you and Chase continued the small talk. What he walked back in on made his heart sink to the pit of his stomach.

“Look Y/N I don’t mean to be forward but you obviously look great. I-I mean you’ve always looked great, I’m just saying adulting looks a-amazing on you. Anyways is there any way you are free tonight? Maybe we could meet up at this great Italian place in the city? Catch up a little?” Chase offered.

You had to hand it to him, he knew how to play his cards. As much as you wanted to hold out for Spencer, it was a stagnant relationship. No pull or tug anywhere as much as you wanted to, you didn’t want to set yourself up for heartbreak if you didn’t have to. You looked over at him. His face seemed unbothered by Chase’s actions. If he cared about you in more than a friend's way this would have bothered him right? If it did, he didn’t show it so you know what? Fuck it. Maybe it is self sabotage but, maybe this would be good for you.

“Uh, you know what? Yeah that would be nice. Maybe we can meet up around 7:30? Today is paperwork day at the office so I should be off at 5, gives me enough time to go home and change. Unless a case comes in of course.” You said handing him a card with your name and number on it, usually for business, but why waste time writing it down anywhere else right?

“Great I’ll see you then. It was nice meeting you Spencer.” Chase said with a warm smile before making his way out of the shop leaving you and Spencer in a limbo.

Well… THAT just happened. You thought to yourself as you walked out of the shop. Spencer seemed awfully quiet the walk back to the office only nodding and responding to your thoughts when absolutely necessary. Not even so much as the facts that you found completely endearing. You tried to brush it off as the midday lag, the sleep deprivation finally catching up to him, but that didn’t seem like the whole story. But at this point, you were tired of trying to read Spencer. Bigger and better things were waiting for you besides the man walking next to you. Or at least you hope there were.

THAT NIGHT- SPENCER POV

After an afternoon full of methodical paperwork, coffee, and self deprecation. Spencer goes home to his empty apartment, something that seems so full of light when Y/N is there.

If he had to admit it, this is something that Spencer had nightmares about. He knows it’s no one's fault but himself but he was right there. At lunch he was finally going to grow some balls and tell Y/N just how much he liked, probably loved her. But Chase happened. What if you fall in love with him, leaving Spencer in the dust. There is no way there could be time for a best friend AND a boyfriend. Especially not when Spencer wants to fill both rolls. He wants to be the one whose arms you wake up in. Who tries and horribly fails to make dinner for. To possibly get married and have kids with.

He ponders this while staring at you contact information on his phone, finger hovering over the call button. It is now or never. Spencer thinks.

“Fuck it.” Spencer says before grabbing his keys and coat, heading out the door.

YOUR APARTMENT- Y/N POV

Walking though your door and shedding your coat, you walk into your barren apartment thinking about the day you had. The rest of the work day had trudged along unbearably slow. You couldn't help but feel guilty accepting the date in front of Spencer. Sure, you guys were friends but on the way back and the rest of the day in the bullpen, Spencer had been avoiding you. When you looked over your eyes would meet, Spencer would clench his jaw and look immediately back down. He stopped the coffee refills, which was fine, but at some point he walked in on you pouring coffee just to do a straight 180 to walk out the door.

Ultimately feeling blue you decide to pick up your phone and text Chase to cancel the date. Not that you want to, but your head just wasn’t in the right place to go out. Even through the guilt of saying yes to Chase to get over Spencer, you thought this would be good for you, but it has only resulted in disappointment. Spencer should be happy for you! But it is obvious that this has affected him negatively. But why? Unless… no it can’t be.

A knock at the door pulled you out of your thoughts. Checking your phone it read 6:17 p.m.

“Huh?” you thought out loud.

Looking through the peephole you notice Spencer at the doorstep. Albeit sweaty like he ran a marathon, curls sticking out each and every way, you answer the door.

“Spencer? What are you doing here? Are you okay?”

Bending down to put his hands on his knees he holds up a finger to catch his breath. Finally waiting for a beat he straightens up.

“Don’t go.” He puts simply.

“What? Spencer.. What are you talking about? The date?” you say heart hammering against your ribs. This is actually happening right?

“Yes the date Y/N. Don’t play dumb. I can’t sit here and know you're going out with him Y/N. I… I love you. And I know it has taken me way too long to admit it but I thought about the future you could have with him, and to be honest that should be me there in that image, not him. I’m sorry if this is bad timing or if I’m too late, but I don’t care. I had to come here and tell you before I lost my nerve. I love you Y/N.”

You sat there mouth gaping open, staring him in the eyes. It felt like you just jumped into a freezing lake. Body frozen and heart hammering in your ears. Apparently this is the wrong move because Spencer noticed this reaction and turned to walk out the front door.

“SPENCER WAIT!” you called out to him. It was now or never too.

“I cancelled the date.”

“What?”

“Spencer, I cancelled the date. After I saw how you were acting, I.. don’t know… I felt guilty? Maybe it's because I’m trying to get you out of my mind. And I felt guilty for using Chase because Spencer, I am hopelessly in love with you. I mean unfathomably so. I just didn’t know you felt the same that’s why I never said anything. And I’d be lying if I hadn’t thought of the future with you in it Spence. I love you Spencer.” you say walking over to him grabbing his hands, intertwining fingers.

You never even noticed the tears in your eyes while you stared into his. The world seemed to melt around you as he leaned in locking his lips with yours. Salty tears mixed with the taste of him and everything felt right. It felt safe and normal.

You pulled away both of you smiling ear to ear as you wiped away the tears on his cheek. Leaning back in to place a chaste kiss on his lips.

“So what you’re saying is you have no plans for the evening?” Spencer so cheekily replied.

“Only with you.” You grin back with a soft chuckle pulling him to your couch for a long overdue Doctor Who marathon filled with cuddles and soft kisses.

#first fanfic #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #new writers corner #matthew gray gubler #mgg #female reader #im so soft #fluffwhore #derek morgan #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner

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inkrabbit · 3 years

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A Night to Us - Swanson x GN!Reader (18+)

@slut4oatcakes

Summary: Shady Belle was slowly getting to everyone, but when you hear Swanson babbling about a ghost in the swamps, you decide it’s time to take him out for a night of relaxation in Saint Denis.

Word count: 2,870

“There’s ghosts in the swamp… ghosts. I saw them…”

“There’s ghosts in your head, reverend.”

“Ghosts… ghosts, I saw a ghost, a young woman!”

“You’ve lost your mind… you poor bastard.”

“You alright, reverend?”

“I know what I saw. A girl, a ghost of a girl in white.”

You knew everyone was on edge after the events in Rhodes had transpired. Sitting on the steps that led up to the old mansion, it all felt surreal. In the swamps, surrounded by alligators and bugs, you wondered how you had gotten here. It just seemed like yesterday you were sitting in Colter, huddled against Swanson as he softly read you passages from the bible to keep your spirits up. You didn’t take them to heart, but you just couldn’t say no to the man. Despite his flaws, he was genuinely a treat, almost like a breath of fresh air in the whole gang. But to see him this frightened, eyes wide with bewilderment as he stumbled slightly towards his tent, you couldn’t help but pity him. You heard his babbling about a ghost, but whether or not it was true was up to anyone’s guess. Still, it didn’t stop you from standing up and following him.

“Reverend, what’s wrong?” you call after him. He looks back at you, almost resembling a kicked puppy as he grimaces.

“There’s a ghost in the swamp!” he exclaims, throwing his hands up. “And no one’s believin’ me!”

“Oh, reverend…” You reach out, gently taking his hand in your own as your stroke a thumb over his knuckles. He whimpers softly, shuffling ever so closer to you.

“Maybe I am going crazy?” he whispers, but you just scoff.

“Now don’t you go listenin’ to them fools,” you tell him. He looks up, surprised to hear your words but you see how his eyes sparkle. “You saw what you saw, and that’s all there is to it.”

“Oh, thank you, my dear,” he breathes. It seems like some positive affirmation is all he needed, and you see him relax, his shoulders no longer tense and his jaw slack. You hum softly, looking around. It’s getting dark, but you can’t take Shady Belle any longer. The buzzing of the insects, the distant bellows of the alligators, it’s all making you jumpy yourself.

“Reverend, will you accompany me to Saint Denis?” you ask sweetly. He’s surprised again, this time raising his eyebrows. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, the man at a loss for words. You just chuckle softly, turning and leading him towards the horses, promising him that some time away from the swamp and the gang is what he needed. You give Kieran a smile as he steps away from your horse, telling you that the animal has been taken care of and is ready to ride. You thank him and ask if he would like anything from the city, but he just gives you that sweet smile and shakes his head. You mount up, helping Swanson onto the back of your horse. Saying goodbye to Kieran, you follow the road away from Shady Belle, feeling the reverend wrap his arms around your waist as he looks around calmly at the scenery.

“Everything’s that happened, it’s all just… horrible,” he grumbles softly and you have to softly hush him.

“I know, but let’s not think about that tonight,” you coo, bringing one hand off the reins to gently place it over his arm. “We both deserve to relax, reverend.”

“Orville, please,” he sighs, resting his head on your shoulder as he closes his eyes. He seems so tired, bags under his eyes, and you know it’s been getting harder for him to sleep since coming to this wretched place. “For tonight, I want to just be… free. From the ghosts, from the demons.”

“You’re free, Orville,” He hums approvingly as he hears his name fall from your lips. He thanks you softly, having his eyes closed until he hears your horse’s hooves clop along the cobblestone road. He pulls back, looking around at the streetlamps that loom overhead. Saint Denis always had a dark feeling to it, and it was something he couldn’t shake from himself. But tonight was supposed to be a peaceful night, and he was determined to have it.

You bring your horse up to the saloon, hitching it to the post outside. You smile when Swanson gets off first, helping you down and going to open the door for you. Just like a gentleman as you enter, giving him your thanks and leading him to the counter. The two of you order food and some soft drinks before moving a booth table. Swanson seems to have calmed down a bit, but he picks at the food on his plate with a fork, face twitching slightly. You just sigh, reaching out to gently grab his hand and catch his attention.

“You wanna talk about it?” you ask him softly. A low grumble leaves his lips as he glares down at the lobster bisque. However, when he finally looks back at you, his eyes are softer and he seems tired.

“I guess I’m just… well I…” He lets out a sigh, visibly frustrated as he tries to find the words. You sit there patiently, stroking your thumb over his knuckles in an attempt to calm him. “I suppose I’m just tired, my dear. Everything that’s happened… well, sometimes I wonder if it’s all a sign from God?”

“What sign do you think that would be?” He sits there, looks out at the window at the bright streetlights that illuminate the roads. After a moment, his lips are pressed in a tight line.

“I had real suffering and I lost everything,” he finally sighs, “My vocation, my faith, my family… I think I might lose my family again…”

“You mean the gang?” you ask. A small nod comes from him and you lean forward in your seat, the motion drawing his eyes away from the city to focus on you. “Orville, ain’t nothin’ gonna happen. We’ll all be okay. Dutch will… figure something out.”

“Will he, though?” His response catches you off guard, and when you sit in silence trying to find the words to defend Dutch, he let’s out a sigh. “I’m sorry, my dear. I’m just… getting worried, I suppose. What happened with those families, Sean, even little Jack, I just-”

“I know,” Of course you knew. You had felt the same when everything happened, and you still do. So with a small smile, you sit back upright and pick up your fork with your free hand, not once releasing your hold on the reverend. “How about we eat before the food gets cold? Let’s just… relax tonight. Just you and me.”

“You are too good to me, my dear,” he chuckles softly, but he nods, finally giving you a smile as he repeats your actions. The two of you eat in silence, but you still notice his leg anxiously bouncing. The poor man would never relax at this rate, you could see it in his eyes. That’s okay. The night wasn’t over yet. You still had another plan.

Once you’re both done eating, Swanson is surprised to hear you ask for a room, and that innocent smile you send him nearly makes him melt. He follows closely behind as you take the keys from the man behind the counter and make your way up the stairs. The working woman stands outside of your room, but moves away when she sees both of you, casting a warm smile as she heads for the stairs. You notice Swanson look away from her as he enters the room, going to sit on the edge of the bed. His hands run along the silk sheets, eyes cast down as he traces the floral pattern. You make your way forward, resting a hand on his shoulder and catching his attention.

“Orville, I want you to relax,” you tell him softly. He just nods, cheeks going pink when you trail your hand up his neck and gently cup his cheek. “I do care about you. Know I don’t really say it, but I mean it.”

“That means a lot to me, my dear,” There’s a small smile on his face as he lets out a small, breathy laugh. You take a seat next to him, intending on giving him more of words of encouragement, but instead, he takes your hand in his own. “I-I know I ain’t… I know I haven’t been the most… decent man in camp. But Lord, how you’ve treated me… I just want you to know that I greatly appreciate it. Truly, I do!”

“You sweet on me, reverend?” It’s intended to be a joke, but the look he gives you makes your heart stop.

“Would be wrong if I said yes?” He takes your other hand in his, turning his body so he’s fully facing you. His face is tinted red and he’s breathing is just a little bit faster, obviously worried of rejection. How cute. With a smile, you lean forward and he meets you halfway, pressing his lips against yours with a soft sigh of relief. You slip one of your hands out of his grasp, going back to gently cup his cheek once more. He’s slow as he kisses you, but there’s more than enough passion behind it. Finally the other hand that’s been holding yours moves, the man placing his hands on your hips, still touching you as though you were most fragile piece of art there was.

Eventually, you both shuffle farther onto the bed, laying on your sides as he holds you closer. He’s pulled back a bit, his brown eyes lit with a fire you haven’t seen before, but it’s so inviting. His lips are parted as he pants slightly, the scent of lobster mixed with the Dr. Pepper you both drank strong on his breath. His face grows even redder as you hook your leg across his waist, and it doesn’t take long before you notice a tent forming in his trousers. A sly smirk dances across your lips.

“Somethin’ wrong, Orville?” you ask him innocently, but he just shakes his head, bringing a hand up to stroke your cheek.

“Everything’s perfect, my dear,” he breathes. He pulls you in for another passionate kiss, his tongue slowly sliding across your bottom lip and entering when you open your mouth just enough for him, feeling his muscle slide against yours. You slowly move your hands up to remove his clerical collar before working on the buttons to his coat, and you notice he’s starting for the buttons to your top as well.

It takes a while, both of you fumbling to undress the other as your lips stay connected, not once wanting to leave each other. Neither of you have switched positions yet, still laying on your side as you can feel his erection rubbing against your entrance as you slowly grind your body against his. His hands are all over your body, tracing your spine, his hand squeezing your rear before moving up your side and over your chest. He’s finally pulling back now, lidded eyes clouded with lust and admiration as he looks at your body. It’s like he’s studying you. The way you get goosebumps from his fingers grazing over your abdomen, to how you arch slightly and gasp when he brushes his thumb over your nipple. It’s like he can’t get enough of you.

Desperate to move things along, you push him down on his back. One last kiss to his lips before you trail down his body, leaving soft nips here and there that make him gasp and squirm. You finally get down, staring up at him as you take his length into your hand and give a soft kiss to the tip. He’s staring down at you, mouth open to let out soft sighs as you give a few teasing licks, lapping up the precum that comes out before taking the tip into your mouth. His head moves back to rest on the pillow, a groan escaping his throat as you swirl your tongue around and slowly start to bob up and down, taking more and more of him each time. Your hand trails up his thigh, going past his stomach and to his chest, rubbing and gently scratching his skin. A moan echos throughout the room as he reaches down to bury his fingers in your hair, gripping just a bit to help you bob your head. Looking up, you watch him arch his back and squirm, panting and finally coming undone. Before you know it, he’s pulling you off and bringing you close to him, crashing his lips against yours and leaning you back down onto the bed. He’s positioned in between your legs now, letting you wrap them around his waist as he grinds himself against your opening and making you mewl.

“Orville, please,” you breathe out. That’s enough for him, and you gasp when he pushes himself inside at a slow pace. He reaches out to grab one of your hands, lacing your fingers together as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, letting a groan. His thrusts are slow and shallow at first, almost like he’s savoring each moment right now. He’s placing soft kisses to your neck, eyes closed as he listens to your soft moans. He loves how your hands run up and down his back, your nails scratching here and there, increasing more when you notice how his hips seem to snap just that little bit more every time you run your nail along his skin. It encourages you to do it more, adding more pressure. He’s picking up speed now, and when he brushes against that spot inside you, his name falls from your lips in a gasp. It’s enough to have him pick his head up and stare down at you. For a moment, he seems surprised, but he finally gives you a smile as he catches the messages. His thrusts get sharper and a little aggressive as he leans down, catching your lips in another heated kiss as he brings one of his hands down to uncurl your legs. It moves from your calf up to beneath your thigh, and he lifts your leg a bit until it’s resting on his shoulder, allowing him deeper inside and making you toss your head back. His other hand has left yours long ago, now gripping your hip with such a force, you’re certain it might bruise. Your hands move almost on their own, scratching down his back and eventually his chest, one hand going to knot itself in his hair as you tug just enough to get his head to tilt back and allow access to his neck. You make sure to go low, nipping and sucking at the skin that would be hidden by his collar after tonight’s events. You wondered if the two of you would be able to indulge in something like this again in the near future. You hoped so.

Eventually, you roll him over so that you’re on top, and he’s staring up at you with wide eyes. However, he soon gives you a sweet smile as his hands settle on your hips, helping you bounce yourself. Your own hands go back to traveling his body, rubbing the red marks on his chest in an attempt to sooth the stinging pain he no doubt felt, before traveling up to stroke his cheek. He leans into your touch, closing his eyes as he brings a hand up to lay it atop yours. You can feel the old familiar knot building up, and with how Swanson is bucking up into you without much consistent rhythm, you assume he’s close too. When you lean down to kiss him, you notice his hand leave yours to trail down your chest, down your stomach, and you gasp when he starts playing with you, fingertips ghosting those sensitive spots that spurred you on. His tongue darts inside your mouth when you gasp, once more mapping out your wet cavern, swallowing your moans.

Swanson hits his end first, pulling back to let out a final moan as he spills himself inside you, grip on your hip bruising as he tightens his hold and keeps you in place. That’s enough to send you over the edge, throwing your head back when you feel his length hit deeper inside you than it previously had, letting out a moan yourself as you rake your nails down his chest one last time. He groans as the feeling, both of you slowly coming down from your high. You finally go to move off him and lay next to him, but his arms wrap around your body and pull you close to his chest.

“That was wonderful, my dear,” he breathes. You can only let out a hum, feeling his lips press to your forehead as he rubs circles in your back with his thumb. It was wonderful, and you were glad you could help him relax without him turning to alcohol or his morphine.

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #orville swanson #gn!reader #reverend swanson #swanson x reader #smut #18+#no one can stop me

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wordsablaze · 4 years

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hardest of hearts

A fix-it songfic inspired by a request for something post-mountain where Geralt feels guilty for hurting his bard and Jaskier struggles with low self-esteem...

A/N: @holisticfansstuff hey, i finally wrote this for your ask !! sorry it took a while and i’m not quite sure this is what you wanted but i hope it’s alright !! the song is hardest of hearts by florence + the machine x

“If life could give me one blessing, it would be to take you off my hands!”

And with that one sentence, Jaskier shatters.

And everything changes.

there is love in your body but you can’t hold it in

Meletite knows Jaskier has had enough practice picking up the broken pieces of himself, whether it’s literally pulling his skin back together after being too troublesome or reassembling the shards of his heart after someone carelessly, unknowingly damages it.

He’s broken and been broken countless times before and really, it should be nothing new to witness himself do so once more. Because Jaskier has always loved freely and deeply, but it had been different this time.

And yes, he’s long since lost track of how many windows he’s leaped out of before the sun has risen or how many hushed promises have turned into hazy tavern memories. But this time, it was Geralt.

It was his livelihood and his muse and his very reason for making it through winter, and it was different to any other love he’d nurtured - it was the only one he’d offered slowly and steadily, the only one that had been so sharply spat back at him.

Never has he struggled so much to even breathe right as he turns away.

it pours from your eyes and spills from your skin

Geralt is so, so fiercely angry that he forgets how to be guilty.

That is, until he sees Jaskier’s expression, because Jaskier should be angry or upset or amused but he’s simply a brave face, a faux smile, a testament to Geralt’s mistakes.

An excuse is made about collecting the rest of the story but they both know there’ll never be an accurate song sung about a dragon hunt. And if Jaskier’s expression isn’t enough, the bitter sorrow and sharp pain that radiates from him even after Geralt has turned around is evidence enough.

He’s messed up and he’s messed up horribly and he’s frozen in place as he hears Jaskier’s footsteps fade until they’re too far to follow.

Part of him hopes Jaskier will stay so things can go back to normal but by the time he remembers to move, the only trace left of him is a lingering floral scent that does nothing to fill the sudden void in Geralt’s world.

tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks

Jaskier walks until his feet hurt and then he carries on walking because that’s what he always does when his heart breaks. Only this time he’s certain the blisters on his feet will heal long before his heart does, if it ever does.

He’s no stranger to this sort of pain, he’s travelled a path paved with the disdain of people he’s loved, but Geralt’s blow seems to have hit the hardest of them all despite never truly touching him.

And worst of all, he doesn’t dare sing about it lest anyone get the wrong idea about witchers, for that would unravel decades of effort and he couldn’t bear to see their kind suffer just because it turns out he has a weak heart.

“Toss a coin to your witcher…” he sings, tempted to toss and lose the coin that’s been nestled in his pockets since Posada.

He’s a fool for keeping it, he knows he is, but he can’t bear to part with it, can’t bear to admit that he’s been cast aside by yet another love.

and the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts

It’s no secret that Geralt is a quiet person by nature.

He’s never pretended otherwise, which is why it was such a shock when Jaskier slots into his life as if he were born to do so.

Because Jaskier talks enough for the both of them and he becomes an expert in knowing what Geralt is feeling, even when he himself hasn’t figured it out. And Geralt hates it at first, hates the way Jaskier knows when he needs help with bargaining or when he just wants to get away from people and shelter in the forests.

He knows he doesn’t express his gratitude enough, he knows that Jaskier deserves someone who can match his love, who can hold his hand in broad daylight instead of curling up with him in the dead of night under the pretence of necessity.

It doesn’t bother Jaskier though, and all the bard asks for in return is tales of heroics and heartbreak for his songs - Geralt hates himself for so harshly providing the latter.

there is love in your body but you can’t get it out

Sometimes, just sometimes, Jaskier regrets building up his career on Geralt’s adventures.

He’d never imagined that they’d part ways - or rather, he’d let his guard down and forgotten to remember that most people leave him eventually - so he’s wholly unprepared for how much it hurts to sing about witchers when he’s no longer travelling with one.

But he does it anyway because he’s loved Geralt from the start and he doesn’t think he’s capable of ever not loving Geralt and he doesn’t know what else to do with himself.

So he keeps going.

On and on.

He travels as far as he can so that he can stay out of Geralt’s way, taking his broken heart with him and ignoring the way he feels like its shards are tearing into his insides a little more with each passing day.

it gets stuck in your head, won’t come out of your mouth

There is more than one town in which Geralt wants to murder a bard.

His bard - for that is what everyone knows Jaskier as - has created masterpieces and they are being butchered by men with far lesser voices, by men who don’t deserve to sing them in the first place.

And Geralt yearns to hear the original versions but it seems he is fated to hear Jaskier’s pain second-hand. He asks around, of course he does, for where to find Jaskier, but nobody knows what to tell him and he has never been good at bargaining for information.

He wishes he knew how to say more than please and thank you but Jaskier was his communication and without him, he can only really achieve the minimum required from him.

Regret pools in his gut every time Jaskier’s trail fizzles out.

sticks to your tongue and it shows on your face

Performance has always been Jaskier’s area of expertise but gods is it difficult to pretend he isn’t drowning in the love he was never meant to keep for himself.

He doesn’t know what to do with his compliments and his teasing and his fond exasperation because all of it was for Geralt and if Geralt doesn’t want it, doesn’t want him, he doesn’t know what to do with it, with himself.

He wastes some of his unwanted love on drunken adventures and always regrets it when he’s asked to stay and give up his travels or asked to leave and flee before a betrothed returns - both demands are knives that sink into his chest and add to the cracks in his heart.

It seems that nobody can truly understand what pleases him but he cannot fault them for he has forgotten how to be honest, whether it’s with others or himself.

Jaskier is tired of loving and hurting as if they are one and the same.

that the sweetest of words have the bitterest taste

“I care for you,” Geralt tells Ciri.

“I want you to be safe,” he adds sincerely.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, because he is.

But all he’s doing is repeating what Jaskier had done, what Jaskier had taught him, and the words sometimes refuse to leave his lips because even they know someone else should have had the right to hear them first.

And all Geralt can do is hope Ciri understands that he means well, he really does. She does, of course, because she is far smarter than she seems and because she too has learned from Jaskier - another fact that sends wave after wave of sour guilt through his mind.

With no way to cure it, his guilt only festers.

darling heart, i have loved you from the start

Jaskier was a mere infant the first time he was abandoned, not that he truly remembers the woman who had decided she didn’t want to take care of him anymore. He only knows because his parents had held it against him, as well as every other heart he failed to win over, right from the start.

Geralt hadn’t abandoned him, Jaskier reminds himself every time he feels anger rise inside of him, he was the one who had abandoned Geralt. And he feels terrible, especially after hearing about Cintra, about Nilfgaard, about everything.

A part of him firmly believes that Geralt is safe because he refuses to think that the love of his life could die without him feeling it, but a part of him is too scared to hold onto that faith.

“I’m weak, my love, and I am wanting…” he sings, because he is.

But only ever for his white wolf.

but you’ll never know what a fool i’ve been

Geralt takes Ciri to Kaer Morhen and feels sick when his brothers tell him how soldiers have been none too gently questioning any bards they come across.

He feels stupid when he realises that all this time, he’s been endangering Jaskier by not trying hard enough to find him, to make sure he’s okay, to apologise for his cruel words on the mountain.

And he feels even worse when he thinks of what little Jaskier has told him about his past, of how he had never spoken of his parents, of how his touch had lingered as if waiting for permission that he hadn’t thought to grant.

Oh, how ungrateful he had been of the first person to teach him the true meaning of emotions.

“You have to find him,” everyone says, and he can’t bring himself to argue.

there is love in our bodies and it holds us together

Funny how one can never be prepared for the sting of a whip, Jaskier thinks.

A brief flirt with fame had inflated his ego but no matter because bleeding out in a stone cell is the perfect way to remember that he is nothing and means nothing to anyone.

He lives, of course he does, but only because he hangs onto the possibility of once more meeting a golden gaze the same way he hangs from the ceiling and ruins his wrists, which is to say he does so every day.

And he’s okay with all the superficial agony inflicted upon him because although nobody learns anything from him, he learns from them that they’re still searching, that Geralt is safe, and that he has no true reason to be upset.

He doesn’t even care that there’s not a single person he can think of who would bother trying to save him.

but pulls us apart when we’re holding each other

Witchers cannot travel in time but Geralt so dearly wishes they could.

He doesn’t find Jaskier before snow starts to fall and travel becomes impossible.

He fails and it’s his fault that Jaskier is out there somewhere - possibly hurt, possibly dead, and possibly worse - when he is given warmth and love and everything his bard deserves more than him.

A deep chill settles into his very bones and although he is offered blankets, he knows it cannot be averted except by Jaskier’s touch. Oh, how he craves the warmth of sharing a bedroll and waking up at ungodly hours so Jaskier can learn about the constellations for his newest ballad.

He wants nothing more than to take back his words and keep Jaskier in his life, in his arms.

we all want something to hold in the night

A noble lineage meant that Jaskier was taught independence before anything else.

It meant he was always “a big boy who needs to stop wasting time” and “not a child anymore, for goodness sake” and “such a pathetic excuse of a noble, you should know better than that by now” but he was never truly loved.

And he never learned that he was meant to be loved, never learned that the affection he gave was supposed to be returned in equal.

So as Jaskier wobbles and stumbles through his escape, collapsing into the forest floor when his legs refuse to support his weight any longer, he just closes his eyes and pretends that he’s not in his own arms, that he’s in the arms of someone who cares enough to look for him.

But of course, he’s not.

And he wakes up alone.

Over and over again.

we don’t care if it hurts or we’re holding too tight

Geralt leaves at the first sight of spring.

He couldn’t possibly wait a day longer when he’s made Jaskier wait so long, even though he can’t be sure if Jaskier is even still waiting for him or if he’s moved on, which he had every right to do.

He forgets how to plan and finds that his resources run out before he’s crossed even two towns, but he makes do from under the cover of shadows and night because he couldn’t bear to give up, not on Jaskier.

With the bounty on his head, he finds himself fighting monsters just to survive rather than for coin. And with the bounty on his head, he finds himself having to treat his own injuries because he can’t ask a healer and he doesn’t have his best friend to help him.

Nothing hurts as much as Jaskier’s absence.

darling heart, i have loved you from the start

The only reason Jaskier survives past winter is because he heads to the coast.

He’s lucky that despite his reputation for trading secrets, he’s never traded all of his own. He’s always kept his love of the open water to himself and that’s the only reason he makes it there at all.

It still hurts to curl up inside his secret little coastal home though, because he’d spent so long imagining what it would be like to bring his- to bring Geralt with him. But he knows that can’t happen because Geralt had grown tired of him and wants nothing to do with him.

He doesn’t have a lot of food and he knows he should be concerned about that but he can’t bring himself to care because for the first time in over two decades, he doesn’t have anything - note, anyone - to live for.

but that’s no excuse for the state i’m in

It’s harder than it had seemed to travel without being seen.

Geralt knows how to hunt. He knows when to hide and when to begin travelling but for some reason, getting to Jaskier is far more difficult than any contract he’s ever taken.

He’s never been one for Destiny but he finds himself practically praying to her for a way to reach his- for a way to reach who he so dearly wants to make his again. His bard, his friend, his Jaskier.

Roach jerks to a halt every time he almost falls asleep whilst still on the saddle but he doesn’t learn from it, he can’t afford to when he so desperately needs to make amends, so desperately needs to figure out how much damage he’s caused and then fix it before he loses the best part of his life.

Desperation has never been his colour but then again, he's never cared for being fashionable.

my heart swells like a water at work

There’s a knock at the door but Jaskier doesn’t have the energy to move.

He stays where he is, huddled by a fire that’s long since run out of fuel to burn, and hopes that if it’s another mage, they kill him quickly this time. But it’s not.

“Jaskier, please!”

He blinks.

It can’t possibly be who he thinks it is, who he wants it to be, can it?

It can.

“Jaskier?” Quieter this time, as if he’s worried.

And then a crashing thud echoes, followed by his favourite set of footsteps and a hand on his shoulder.

He flinches without meaning to, not sure if he wants to laugh or cry. Geralt offers him a small smile and he promptly decides to do both.

can’t stop myself before it’s too late

“I’m sorry, Jaskier, I’m so sorry.”

It’s an apology long overdue, Geralt knows that, but he has to try, he can’t stop himself from trying, not this time, not when it comes to Jaskier.

And he looks so awfully small wrapped in blankets that Geralt can feel his heart clench. He feels even smaller when he melts into Geralt’s touch as if he’s never been granted the luxury of being held as he cries.

“I know,” Jaskier replies between sobs.

There’s so much more that Geralt needs to say but it’s a start and it’s more than enough because Jaskier is alive.

“Come to Kaer Morhen with me,” Geralt says, not sure if he’s asking or demanding or begging. But it doesn’t really matter which because Jaskier agrees all the same and he’s just glad he has another chance.

hold on to your heart

Jaskier doesn’t want to get comfortable again.

Well, he does. More than anything. But he doesn’t want to risk the consequences again, he doesn’t think he can live through another heartbreak because there’s so little of his heart left intact and he’s scared to lose himself entirely.

So he goes to the school of the wolves and he gets help for his injuries - and scars, but he doesn’t want to think about that any time soon - but he can’t bring himself to relax, not entirely.

He’s sure they can smell his constant worrying and he feels awful for being such a pain but he doesn’t know what he’s meant to do and his fingers itch for a lute but he doesn’t want to annoy anyone by asking for one.

“I’m okay,” he promises, knowing that it’s a broken one even as it leaves his lips.

‘cause i’m coming to take you

It’s a month before Geralt clocks on to the problem and risks leaving, returning just before dawn with a lute that he places on the table beside Jaskier’s bed.

It’s another week before music fills the building.

It's two more everyone finds themselves humming or singing along every time they hear the lute being played. And another before Geralt finds Jaskier waiting for him where he usually trains, a hesitant smile on his face. “Thank you.”

Geralt nods. “It was the least I could do.”

Jaskier frowns, slowly shaking his head and shuffling his feet. “It’s far more than that. Music, it- it’s almost everything to me, I can't explain it...”

Geralt exhales softly. “But I can understand it because, Jaskier, you’re almost everything to me.”

hold on to your heart

A childhood filled with recklessly throwing around his heart meant that Jaskier became more careful with who he truly trusted over time.

Not careful enough, but still too careful to forgive and forget.

But Geralt is patient and kind and more affectionate than Jaskier has ever seen him and he can’t help falling in love all over again, not that he’d climbed out of it in the first place.

He wants to let go of the dragon hunt, he really does, but Geralt’s words still sting and they, along with his mother’s and father’s and countless fleeting lovers’, flash in his mind every time he thinks about surrendering his heart once again.

And he’s scared, he’s oh so scared that Geralt will get bored of him, sick of him, fed up with him again.

‘cause i’m coming to break you

Geralt waits until summer is waving goodbye before telling Jaskier.

He can feel Jaskier’s doubt rising, he can feel the way he’s not sure whether he’ll be invited to stay for winter or not - he will, of course, because he has become one of their own and it would be foolish if he wasn’t.

But when a week goes by without even the faintest echo of a lute, he and Ciri gather up the prettiest flowers they can find and after their evening meal, he offers them to Jaskier.

“I love you,” he admits softly.

Jaskier is still for all of a few seconds before he starts crying.

And Geralt’s whole body is telling him to run because he hates to see tears in his favourite blue eyes but he resists that urge and slowly, carefully wraps his arms around the bard instead.

“I think I’ve loved you for a long time, Jaskier, and I don’t think I could ever not.”

Jaskier doesn’t reply, but he falls asleep in Geralt’s embrace and finally lets his guard down, and that’s answer enough for anyone.

hold on

The war rages on but Jaskier finally finds peace.

Nothing about their life is particularly easy but he has never been more at ease because as much as Geralt had hurt him, he’d also helped him to heal far more than anybody else ever has.

“You have my heart,” he confesses one morning, after waking up to Geralt’s rare but increasingly more common smiles.

“You can keep it to yourself, your love is enough for me,” Geralt murmurs.

Jaskier blinks slowly, suddenly overcome with the urge to cry. He doesn’t, but he does curse softly. “When did you become so poetic, my dear witcher?”

Geralt chuckles, pulling him impossibly close and leaning right beside his ear to reply, “When you taught me how, my dear bard.”

It takes a matter of seconds for Jaskier to decide that he wants to get married.

hold on

Geralt says very little the day they lawfully commit to spending the rest of their lives together.

He says very little as Yennefer and Ciri craft their rings and loop them into matching chains. He says very little as Eskel and Lambert place their bets on who’s going to cry first - they’re both idiots, it’s obviously Jaskier - or who’s going to remain dry-eyed. And he says very little as Vesemir gives them his blessing.

But when they return to their room, Jaskier places his hands on either side of Geralt’s face and smiles softly. “Geralt, my love, will you tell me what’s wrong? You’ve barely said a word.”

And finally, Geralt cracks. “We vowed to stay with each other until we die, right?”

Jaskier raises an eyebrow. “Of course, but I would have done that with or without the ceremony, you know that.”

“Witchers live for a long time, Jaskier. I-”

Jaskier places a finger on Geralt’s lips, grinning. “You beautiful fool of a witcher, do I look like the kind of bard that’s going to die any time soon?”

When Geralt really looks, it’s obvious that he doesn’t.

And so, with that one sentence, everything changes again.

For the better this time.

it's not particularly original, i know, but i really love this song and kind of let this write itself, and i have too many WIPs to have spent any longer trying to make this better :p hope it was okay anyway <3

thanks for reading! masterlist | witcher sideblog: @itsjaskier

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whootwhoot · 3 years

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»»—— 𝘛𝘛𝘛𝘊 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 2: "𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘴" ——««

Akaashi Keiji x Fem! Reader

author’s notes: holy shit im so sorry for the not posting in such a long time ;-; i had stuff i needed to clean up + i was lazy- anyways this is the second chapter for my first long fic “Third Times The Charm” sorry for the delay ^^ compared to the previous one this one involves more conversations since im not good at writing movements lmAO enjoy uwu

☕ synopsis: Iwaizumi Y/n, a student who goes to Aoba Johsai as well as the second year manager for the school’s male volleyball team. What happens when she sets eyes on the cute setter from Fukurodani?

[ CHAPTER 2 - First texts ]

“Oh shit.”

Your phone screen fades to black as you sit there biting your lip. Baffled by how stupid you were, you slam your face into the pillow next to you.

“You had one chance, one chance and you did what? You forgot about it, your stupid brain forgot about it. Are you kidding me?”

You let out a loud groan as you sit back up, the bed sheet wrinkles while you release that breath of air you’ve been holding. Your hands wandered around your phone’s keyboard, too nervous to reply but too anxious not to.

Akaashi seems like a genuine guy, he doesn’t show off or boast about himself. He’s just always there, the way he smiles when he successfully makes a perfect set, the way his delicate hands toss the ball, his eyes only focusing on you…

“Y/n! Get a grip! What are you even thinking?!” a couple more groans and turns on your bed and you are more awake than before.

Honestly you never expected a reply from him at all. Sure, the idea of that crossed your mind, maybe more than several times but the thought of it actually happening? There’s no way.

“It’s like my brain short circuited somehow.” you whisper while sitting up, leaning against the headboard of your mattress.

Maybe the impression of you from your previous lover affected you more than you want to admit. “You’re annoying.” “Undeserving of love.” “No one can even stand a clingy person like you.”

Your vision turns blurry as you feel cold tears gently running down your face. You wipe them away, hoping to erase the emotions bubbling up inside of you away too.

The insecurities you try to push away seem to have formed a wall, a never ending wall that just stacks higher and higher. Just when you thought you have gotten over it, the tiniest shard of the most fragile moment can make you fall back down again.

The creaking sound of your room door makes you jump as your brother peeks his head inside your room.

“Haji? It’s 2am you, you should be sleeping!”

“You didn’t close the lights in your room so I thought I’d check up on you.”

“Your eyes look reddish, are you okay?”

You lift your shoulders in a shrug, Hajime comes into your room and stands right in front of you and folds his arms.

“Is this the older brother's lecturing time?” you ask while raising your eyebrow

“And for the record, I’m fine. You don’t have to-”

“I think I do.” Hajime stares at you intensely

“You should've gotten over that jerk ages ago.”

“I know, I know” you release your breath and repeat the sentence he once told you “The first love cuts the deepest, but not every cut leaves a scar.”

“And?”

“Well, I don’t know but just… what makes you think I deserve love?”

“Iwaizumi Y/n, you are my sister. No one knows you better than I-”

“DOUBT! THERE’S NO WA-.”

“SHUT UP AND LET ME FINISH.”

You laugh in amusement while Hajime licks his lips as his mouth forms a small smile.

“Ok but the point is, you’ll find someone who’ll love you as much as you love them eventually. No one in the world is undeserving of love.”

You rest your chin on your palm while eyeing and slyly grinning towards your brother.

“Eww since when have you learned to be so cheesy?”

“It’s called quality love advice, you should try them sometime.”

“YOU DUMBASS”

He ducks just in time to avoid the pillow you flung at him.

“Stop yelling or the neighbours are going to hear you!”

He continues to laugh while rushing to the door. He stands at your door and gestures his hand at the light switch.

You grab your blanket and nod your head while laying down, the bed softly creaking causing him to chuckle. Hajime closes the lights and leaves your room quietly.

His warm words hang around in the cold room as you slowly drift off to sleep.

“Thanks Haiji-nisan.”

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Y/n:

Hello, it’s me 😓

The girl who was randomly texting you last night

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No reply

You furiously type on your phone while staring at the screen intensely in hopes that he sees your messages.

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Y/n:

I forgot about that photo 😓 😓 , I'm sorry if it seemed weird or uh rude

And uh i just hope that maybe we can get to know each other

Unknown:

Okay.

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Okaayyy he replied, so that’s a good sign… right?

Biting your lips, you place your thumb on the phone to prevent the screen from fading and eventually closing.

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Y/n:

Soooooooo I’m Iwaizumi Y/n 😇 😇

Unknown:

Akaashi Keiji.

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“God damn it, he’s such a conversation killer.” you mumble under your breath

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Y/n:

I’m from Aoba Johsai!!

Akaashi:

You’re the spikers younger sister? Iwaizumi?

Y/n:

Well duh 😂

Where are you from?

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You ran your hand through your hair, cringing at how hard you're trying.

Maybe you could just tell him, you know like “Hey hot stuff, I think you attracted me with your stunning good looks so I want to date you.” you mock while pointing finger guns at the mirror.

Just then, the familiar ringtone of your phone notification rings and you scramble to see who it was.

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El is best girl:

Heyyyyy, you got the text yet?

Y/n:

Yeah

El is best girl:

Daaaaaaamn I take it you're disappointed that it wasn't him who appeared on your notification? 😔 😔

Y/n:

NO NO NO OF COURSE NOT

I love texting you 😘

El is best girl:

Awhh save it lmAO

Did you text him back?

Y/n:

😤 He’s not giving anything to work with here

El is best girl:

Pshhh I mean just ask him how his day was or like

At least try to keep the conversation going

Y/n:

I'M TRYING

LIKE 😩

REALLY HARD HERE

El is best girl:

lmAoOOOO

Y/n:

HOLD UP HE JUST TEXTED ME

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You hurriedly press into your chat with Akaashi

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Akaashi:

I’m from Fukurodani.

Y/n:

Isn’t that just a few minutes away from my school 😮 ?

Akaashi:

I think so.

Y/n:

Cool

Anyways

Um how was your day?

“Akaashi is typing”

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“I can’t decide if he’s typing really slow or he’s sending a long text…” You decide to place your phone down and doodle on your papers while waiting for his reply.

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“Bokuto-san, she asked me how my day went.”

“Don’t reply to her anymore! Let her wait for you to text back, it builds a sense of mystery.”

Bokuto suggests while winking.

“Bokuto-san it’s not really nice to leave people on read.”

“Akaashi, I’m the ladies man, listen to me and your love life this time wouldn’t end like the last two.”

Akaashi can’t help but grin at his confident “wingman”, it’s no secret his past relationships were… well not that good, but to ask for Bokuto for help?

“But-”

“Hey you were the one who asked for help when a girl texted you.” “Plus, didn’t you find her cute too? The short girl manager watched our match at camp.”

“What?”

“You were staring when she wasn’t looking, and after the first time you saw her from the bus you were trying to get to know which school bus it was.”

Akaashi’s jaw almost drops at his friend's observant nature that he didn’t know existed, apparently when it comes to love Bokuto isn’t as… well, dumb, as he seems. He tries to form words to deny Bokuto’s accusation but he can’t seem to find a reason to do so.

“Also just play hard to get, girls love a challenge.”

“...” “Maybe I’ll wait a little longer before I reply to her.”

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Y/n:

Um Akaashi? 😅

Uh 😅 😅

You know, if you’re not interested in talking to me you could’ve just said so

Akaashi:

Sorry I was busy, I had volleyball practice.

Y/n:

OH I’M SO SORRY

I didn’t know you have practice on weekends ;-;

Akaashi:

It’s all right.

Y/n:

Anyways how’s practice^^ was it fun?

Akaashi:

Yeah, it was like usual.

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“HE’S” “SUCH” “A” “DRY” “TEXTER” “AAAAAAAAAAAA”

You scream inside your head while holding yourself back from banging your head on the table.

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Y/n:

Do you think we can maybe, meet up? 👉 👈

Uh 😶

Akaashi:

Date?

Y/n:

NO NO 😲

I mean we never met of course not haahahahaha

Akaashi:

Meeting up just to get to know each other then?

Y/n:

Ah yes that’s it, like a gathering

If you don’t mind

Akaashi:

I’ll see if I’m available.

Y/n:

Cool! Is next Sunday fine?

Akaashi:

We’ll see.

Y/n:

...

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El is best girl:

Wowww playing hard to get huh

He sure is a tricky one

Y/n:

I don’t think I like where this is going

El is best girl:

It lowkey kinda ruins the impression you have of him huh

Ah well

It’s probably his first time or something

Have a little hope 😔

Y/n:

Well

I have one week to prepare

HAVE FAITH 😍 😍

El is best girl:

Hell yeah

Any thoughts on where you’re taking him

If you don’t I mayyyyy have suggestionsssssssss

AHHAAHAHAHAHA

Y/n:

God damn it El

We’ll just be talking okay

I do have a place in mind though

El is best girl:

Go on

Y/n:

You know the ice cream shop? At the street?

El to is best girl:

Ohh an ice cream shop

Very intriguing 🥺

Don’t tell me it’s because of that article

Y/n:

I mean

El is best girl:

LMAO you

You seriously believe you can tell someone’s personality by their favourite ice cream flavour?

Grow a brain Y/n

Y/n:

You’re one to talk 🙄 🙄

Anyways I’m off to prepare dinner for tonight

El is best girl:

Owh Iwaizumi-kun teaching you to cook again

Let’s hope you don’t bring the kitchen down with you okay dear

Y/n:

Sometimes I wonder how we’re friends

El is best girl:

Nah it’s simple really

You looooooooove me uwu

Y/n:

Go away

El is best girl:

😳 😳 😳

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- end of chapter 2 -

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(author’s end notes: i hope yall enjoyed this lmAO its pretty long ^^ anyways im writing their texts from y/n’s POV so the nicknames she gives her contacts might change owo)

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sicparvismorrigan · 3 years

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Crisis of Faith

The will of God brings a young and impressionable Trinity soldier to the attention of Commander Konstantin.

Tomb Raider/Rise of the Tomb Raider/Konstantin

Viewpoint: 3rd person female Trinity soldier OC

Warnings: blood, descriptions of violence, PTSD, religious fanaticism, stigmata

Word count: ~2.5k [complete]

A short fic I wrote because I wanted to play with Konstantin’s heavily religious side.

Read on Ao3

Death.

Ailish sat up on her cot, freezing cold. She was drenched in sweat and panting heavily. It was pitch black in the gulag and she tried to slow her breathing so she wouldn’t wake her comrades. She listened carefully, there was snoring coming from all directions. Nobody had heard her, not yet.

She was safe. She was surrounded by big men with weapons, nothing could hurt her here. All the prisoners were securely locked up. Ailish reached down and felt the comforting cool steel of her own pistol in its holster.

She breathed in deep and counted 1...2...3... before breathing out again. Her pulse was still racing and she could feel her heart trying to leap out of her ribcage.

Safe. I’m safe.

It had been nearly two years since Yamatai and Ailish still had nightmares. She knew exactly what it was: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. She had heard the guys talk, knew some of them struggled too. She had seen a few get discharged because of it. She’d spent a long time trying to convince herself she was fine. But in fact, she really wasn’t.

She needed air. Ailish quietly got out of her cot and shrugged on a few more layers before making sure her pistol was strapped to her body, just in case. She tiptoed past the guys by the light from her torch, and made her way out to the old guardhouse that was their temporary mess area. She just wanted some space to calm down.

Empty, thank God. The embers of the fire were enough to keep the warmth going. She pulled up a chair and settled in to watch the glow.

She kept replaying the last moments of her nightmare over and over in her head, despite trying her best to push it away. They were in that god-awful pit again, suffocating from the fumes. She checked ahead and yelled Clear! back to her second, Charlie. As he moved past her she heard something big land on the rock of the cavern floor behind them. Charlie swung back around and screamed at her to get down as a God-awful roar filled the cave, rattling her bones. He raised his gun to fire and Ailish shrieked at him stopitsgonnablow-

bang bang

BOOM

A flash of white light, then darkness. Waking up in terror once again from the memories that haunted her every night. At least she was alive, she had made it out. Charlie hadn’t, she couldn’t save him. She still blamed herself. The guys had tried to convince her again and again it was an accident, but she should have been there. In her dreams, she’d seen Charlie die a hundred times over, each more horrible than the last.

She had never been so close to quitting as she had after Yamatai. She had composed her resignation letter in her head on the helicopter ride back to civilization, but had never written it. Something told her it wasn’t time yet. She’d spent just over three years working with Trinity at that point and never questioned her beliefs before the clean-up mission to that hellhole. By all accounts it was even worse during the Nishimura expedition. She shuddered, it didn’t bear thinking about, how anyone could survive there for any length of time she’d never know. So many bodies. And in some places, the smell, it was unholy.

It didn’t help her sleep at night, but at least she had got a promotion out of it. The salary was great, which was a major reason for her staying put. Ailish was trying to help her parents put her younger sister through Yale, and every cent counted. Her mom and dad had just been grateful, and thankfully hadn’t yet asked where the money had come from. She didn’t want to have to lie. They’d hit the roof if they ever found out. As far as they were concerned, she was still working as a paralegal in Chicago. God, she missed her sister. She hadn’t seen her in months, and now Ailish was off-grid in Siberia. Freezing cold, snowy, desolate Siberia.

She was startled out of her thoughts by a voice outside. A deep voice, American accent. It sounded a lot like the Commander. She really hoped he wouldn’t come into the guardhouse. He was intimidating, and she’d never been in a room alone with him before. He sounded like he was talking on the phone.

“...and what did the doctor say?”

...

“Okay...Ana, are you smoking?”

...

“Yeah, I know, but-“

...

“Listen, she’s on the move. She may even already be in Siberia. I need you back here.”

...

“Got it, see you soon.”

Who was Ana? Was it his wife, girlfriend, daughter? Who was the other ‘she’ he was talking about?

Ailish heard footsteps coming up to the door and the latch lifting. Oh boy, here we go. I wasn’t eavesdropping, Commander, I swear.

He stopped dead when she saw her at the table. Obviously not expecting anyone else to be awake at this hour. He slid the cellphone he was carrying into a pocket and nodded at her before closing the door behind him. “Sergeant.”

“Evening-“ Ailish checked her watch. “Ah, morning, Commander. Sorry, sir. I’ll get out of your way.” She slid her chair back to leave.

“Stay. You were here first.” Ailish sat back down immediately, wide-eyed. “What are you doing up so late?”

“I couldn’t sleep, sir.” Not strictly true but she didn’t want to feel like a little schoolkid telling her superior she had a bad dream.

“Likewise.” He pulled up the chair opposite her and sat down with a sigh.

Something was bothering him, he seemed fidgety. Ailish didn’t really know what to do so she started twiddling her thumbs and rambling to fill the silence. “Gee, the weather’s really turned these past few days, huh? Ha ha...kind of makes me wish we were back in Syria. Although it was almost too hot-“

He cut her off. “Moscovitch, isn’t it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“We’re not on duty, you don’t have to call me sir.”

“Uh- yes. Okay, si- eh...Command- uhmm...”

“Konstantin is fine.”

“Okay.” It felt weird. Ailish wasn’t even sure if that was his first or last name. “You can call me Ailish. It’s slightly less of a mouthful than Moscovitch.”

“Don’t hear that name very often.”

“Yeah, it’s a weird one...my parents have always had this fascination with Ireland. It means ‘noble and kind’ or something like that...I dunno...”

He looked at her for a long moment. Ailish opened her mouth to speak again when a wolf howled up in the mountains. She grabbed for her pistol and her other hand tightened on the edge of the table until her knuckles turned white.

Konstantin saw her reaction and frowned. “Relax, it’s just a wolf, they don’t come down here-“

“Yeah, I know.” She started hyperventilating and bit her lip hard to fight back the tears. For God’s sake, don’t cry in front of the Commander. She hated hearing the wolves at night. Rationally, she knew they were miles away, but the sound still caused her pain.

For a moment she was back on Yamatai, wedged in a rocky crevice listening to the snarling as they hunted for her. The smell of rain, tree sap and decay all around. Her hands shaking as she pointed her rifle at the opening, just waiting for jaws and teeth to emerge around the corner and grab at her.

“Oh, shit.” This was going to be a bad episode. She’d had panic attacks increasingly often and could spot the signs of one approaching. Fortunately they usually hit when she was alone or could sneak away, but now she had no such luxury. Ailish knew this one had her beat.

Konstantin’s mouth tightened. “Language.”

She had time to blurt out “Terribly sorry sir!” before she slid off the chair onto the floor and crawled under the table.

The tears were now pouring out and rolling down her cheeks. What an embarrassment. She’d fought so hard to prove she was equal to the guys, and now she was being a silly little girl.

She felt the Commander’s boot gently tapping her back. “Mos- Ailish? Are you okay?”

“I will be, in a minute.” She panted.

Through the panic she heard the other chair scraping backwards. To her surprise Konstantin crouched and got down to her level under the table, facing her. Was he supposed to do that?

“You’ve normally got it together, Moscovitch.” Oh no, back on a last name basis. She’d definitely messed up. “Want to tell me what’s going on?”

Ailish shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut. “Just need a sec.”

The only sounds in the room were her panting and the low crackle of logs in the burner. She felt his gloved hand on her shoulder.

He quietly spoke. “Listen, I read the Yamatai report.” It was strange, how calming his voice was.

Ailish looked up, misty-eyed. “Yeah?”

He nodded. “I didn’t know they’d be sending a woman.”

“I’m just as capable-“

“Quiet. I’m saying it’s impressive you completed the mission, and even led part of the way, that place sounded like a nightmare.”

“It was.” Charlie, I should have saved you.

“And I am sorry you lost Corporal Collins. I know you were close.”

“Yeah...” she sniffed loudly. Her heart still hurt, so much. “He was like a brother. Charlie would have done anything for me. And I would have done the same for him.”

His eyes softened. “I know what that’s like.”

It meant a lot to Ailish, getting commiserations from a Trinity leader. Normally, you could forget about that sort of thing. Rourke had co-ordinated the Yamatai mission and hadn’t said a word to her when he had met them back on the mainland for debriefing. Dominguez had been silent too, though he had been one of those who had approved her promotion. They could be a heartless, insensitive bunch sometimes.

But she hadn’t expected the Commander to have a soft side. He actually reminded her of Charlie. Konstantin had a scarred-up face but there were similarities for sure. Blonde hair, blue eyes, they walked with the same purpose. He wasn’t bad-looking actually, as long as the light was dim.

Ailish eventually rallied and crawled back into her chair, still breathing quickly. Konstantin sat down too, regarding her with something akin to concern.

“Tell me the real reason you’re here by yourself in the middle of the night.”

She swallowed hard. “I...I have nightmares still.”

He shook his head. “I think you should talk to someone about this. If you’re serious about staying with Trinity. It would be a shame to bail out now that you’re a Sergeant.”

“I’m fine.” Ailish mumbled.

“You’re really not. I know someone who might be able to help, a doctor.”

“No, honestly...” Please no doctors, they might kick her out. She needed the money for Ellen’s tuition, she had to stay.

“I trust her, she’s with Trinity. Her name’s Wilkens. If I order you to see her you can’t say no.”

“Then I suppose it’s settled.” Great, just great.

“Indeed.”

He suddenly pulled his gloves off and took her hand in his. Ailish fought not to pull back out of his grasp. Was this really appropriate? Her free hand was reaching for her pistol when she realised he was just checking her pulse.

“Much better. Almost back to normal.”

She managed a small smile. “Thank you Commander.”

Ailish realised her hand felt strange under his, like a bug was crawling on her. She glanced down and started. “Your...uh, your hand is bleeding.”

Fresh blood was running down between her fingers onto the table. It was creepy as hell, she tried not to shiver. She’d been a bit squeamish about blood since she’d seen a literal underground river of it in Japan.

He didn’t react, just looked straight into her eyes. Ailish didn’t know what he expected her to do. She could still feel it trickling down her skin. Was he not alarmed that his hand had just started pouring blood? She was becoming visibly uncomfortable when he finally answered her.

“They’re old wounds. It happens sometimes.” He held up his other hand, palm facing towards her. “See?” That one was also dripping crimson.

Ailish almost gagged. Ugh, now she knew why he wore gloves all the time, even in the heat of Syria. What was the name for those wounds? Stigmata, or something like that. A sign of divine favour, apparently.

The urge to ask how he got them was overwhelming. Actually, she better not, it was maybe a touchy subject. The Commander could be...violent. She’d seen what he could do when he was pissed off. She had the fleeting thought that maybe he would hurt her, or worse, if the mood took him. Everyone else was asleep, who would know?

He spoke, jolting her back to reality. “Did you pray on Yamatai, Ailish?”

She nodded, not breaking the eye contact. “Yes sir, for my life, almost constantly.”

“And you truly believe in what we are trying to accomplish?”

“Yes sir.”

“Hmmm...”

There was a long pause, he seemed to be having an internal conversation she wasn’t privy to. Finally he nodded. “Keep your faith, Ailish. You have already been tested, and you’re still here. I believe you are destined for something greater, like myself.”

“Sir?”

He smiled at her, but it was cold and calculating, he reminded her of a shark. His eyes were suddenly dark and empty.

“The name Ailish is Celtic, yes. But did you know it has a different meaning in Hebrew?”

“You know Hebrew?” She asked in surprise. He ignored her.

“Your name means consecrated to God.”

She wasn’t sure she liked his train of thought. Ailish knew he was one of the more devout members of Trinity, but she didn’t know how deep it ran.

“I’m sorry, Commander, I’m not sure what you’re getting at...”

“I want to keep a closer eye on you, Sergeant. You report directly to me now, do you understand?”

“Yes sir.” She nodded, albeit reluctantly.

“And let me talk to Wilkens. We’ll help you, don’t skip out on Trinity yet.” He finally let go of her bloodstained hand. Ailish could smell it, metallic.

Konstantin stood up, pulling his gloves on. “I have a feeling we’re going to need you for something important.”

Ailish was dumbfounded, what had she agreed to? She didn’t like not knowing, but the Commander wasn’t a man you just said no to.

As he opened the door with a blast of cold air Konstantin turned back, giving her that empty smile again. “Get some sleep, Sergeant. That’s an order.”

“O...kay.” The door clicked shut, and he was gone.

Ailish glanced down at the mess on her hand. She felt like she’d been marked in some way.

Stigmata.

What did he mean?

Consecrated to God. What was it that Konstantin, or some other higher power had planned for her?

What was her purpose?

***

Thank you for reading!

~ Anyone who has read Behind Trinity Lines will recognise the character of Dr. Joanna Wilkens, I couldn’t not include her somehow! She is awesome and I love her. All credit to @BrittanyTheScrivener on Ao3 for Jo’s character. Her work is brilliant, if you haven’t read it I highly suggest you do

~ Sergeant Ailish Moscovitch, her family and Corporal Charlie Collins are my characters, all other characters mentioned are property of the Tomb Raider creative team and I take no ownership of them

~ I feel I should mention that nothing in this work is intended to cause offence or be blasphemous in any way. I myself am not religious at all but I am respectful of those who choose to be and anything I’ve written is only exploring character traits already displayed in the Tomb Raider video games

~ I have no current plans to update this with more chapters, it was intended to be a one-shot. I just really wanted to play with Konstantin’s heavily religious side. But if there is interest I might continue the story...what exactly does Konstantin have planned for Ailish? Where does she fit in with the events in Rise of the Tomb Raider? What will Ana think of her? What would happen if Ailish and Lara ever crossed paths? This could get interesting...

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badatusernames · 4 years

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CHOJI, SHIKAMARU, LEE, GAARA & HINATA!! ITS A LOT IM SORRY

THANK U FOR THIS...admittedly some answers may be a lil short just so i can like. Get to them all.

EDIT: IDK WHY IT LOOKS LIKE THIS. IM SO TIRED. IM SORRY ITS JUST A LONGASS NARUTO POST ON YOUR DASH I TRIED MY FUCKIN BEST YALL

SEND ME A CHARACTER AND I’LL DO THIS;

Chouji (man i’ve seen it spelled both ways and i’m just used to typing Chouji at this point sorry)

Sexuality Headcanon: Pansexual!! Gender Headcanon: Cis male A ship I have with said character: SHIKAMARU. SHIKAMARU. SHIKAMARU. SHIKAMARUUUU, my god...just, everything about their dynamic makes my heart melt, the way they’re both people who are easily dismissed by others and how they have such UNFALTERING FAITH in each other. chouji knows how much of a genius shikamaru is, knows very well the fact that despite his laziness, once he commits to something he’s in it for the LONG HAUL, the way shikamaru just believes so steadfastly in chouji, considering him stronger than NEJI FOR FUCKS SAKE...they like. get one another, the kind of relationship where you can be yakking away one minute and then just sitting in contented silence the next. they can just laze around. maybe play video games and snack. and sometimes...kiss. and it’s so chill even with that latent tenderness their later relationship develops and they both just feel so safe and KNOWN and familiar like. love your best friend. anyway everyone slept on shikacho and y’all should be ashamed the naruto fandom is enormous and finding pretty much ANY content for it is almost impossible aside from the small (if lovely and amazing) tag and i’m pretty hyperfixated on it if you couldn’t tell holy SHIT. A BROTP I have with said character: i’m really not a fan of ino taking potshots at him for his weight and outright shaming him, but once she grows out of that i absolutely love their friendship. listen, you know that post thats like--hold on

thats just them, thanks. A NOTP I have with said character: i have nothing against karui but canon is fucking dead to me and my opinions on p much all the “endgame” ships range from utterly neutral to absolute loathing. their relationship is on neither end of the spectrum, but. eh. definitely not into it. A random headcanon: he keeps nursing injured animals back to health because he’s just that fucking sweet and bringing them back to his house to keep them warm and safe while they recover and his team knows vaguely about this and ino and shikamaru like to poke fun at him for it but since they don’t tend to encounter said animals, it’s not really a huge deal.

of course they stop by his house one day bc he hadn’t shown up for training which is annoying and frankly a little concerning and finding the house mostly empty ino just bursts on into chouji’s room only to immediately have the opossum he’s been caring for latch its little paws on her face and cling.

it’s a bad morning. General Opinion over said character: literally one of my absolute favorites of all time and it really breaks my heart how overlooked he is in the fandom (seriously y’all...). i think kishimoto is kind of a stupid hack and the Fat Jokes are really grating and it sucks to see that so intrinsically tied to his character (like. just let him be fat. jesus christ) but his kindness and overall relaxed, loyal and lovable nature has me just melting. i adore him.

Shikamaru

Sexuality Headcanon: He’s gay, scoob. (I could also talk a lot about how his earlier misogyny is both a product of being a whiny tween and also some internalized frustration of like WHATS SO GREAT ABOUT GIRLS. UGH. I DONT. STOP TELLING ME IM GONNA FALL IN LOVE WITH ONE ONE DAY DAD JESUS. and let’s be real, thats frustrating, even if it aint an excuse) Gender Headcanon: he uses he/him pronouns because it’s just what he’s used to and comfortable with but man gender is such a drag... A ship I have with said character: SEE ABOVE SHIKACHO RANT A BROTP I have with said character: naruto! he and naruto have a really adorable friendship and i love love LOVE that he and chouji were shown to be kind and accepting of him even when most people were shunning him. also he’s so fucking dumb i love seeing shikamaru meticulously plan out something only to have naruto shriek into battle and ruin all of it. love those guys. stupid bros. A NOTP I have with said character: ok. im sorry i just. loathe sh*katema i really do. i haaaate the way kishimoto writes this whole “ew a GIRL” “ew a MAN” vibe with the like OOOH BUT THEYRE GONNA LIKE EACH OTHER vibe like.

don’t get me wrong i adore them as friends, i think they’re fantastic scathing and witty pals who bitch about anything and everything including each other

but they’re also both gay and kishimoto can suck my nuts byeeee A random headcanon: sometimes pakkun just fucking Shows up and chills with him. shikamaru wants absolutely no part of this but is way too lazy to like. do anything about it so it’s just this guy and a dog sitting in a field chillin and occasionally him piping up like ‘hey kid. remember when i bit your hand? yeah? haha, man time sure does fly.” while shikamaru is just. go aWAY. General Opinion over said character: if you told 9 year old me watching naruto for the first time my favs were gonna be a three way tie of lee, shikamaru and chouji i never would have fucking believed you but here we are. i love him. i absolutely love him. he’s such a whiny bastard and a really good depiction of burnout genius who doesnt want to do ANYTHING, but his intellect is an absolute DELIGHT to watch. i love him very much.

Lee

Sexuality Headcanon: he’s pan!! this is a boy that crushes easily and crushes hard on just about anyone!!!! Gender Headcanon: cis male A ship I have with said character: ok i ship him a lot with neji actually? what with how neji grows during the course of the series to regard lee with the respect he deserves is really sweet and there’s just something so infinitely adorable about him going around being the hammiest, most ridiculously earnest, kind and enthusiastic person and neji, now that he isn’t constantly bitter and angry at the world can finally really see that? lee is always happily dropkicking his way into his life, like he wouldn’t have it any other way, and i think that’s just...so sweet A BROTP I have with said character: SAKURAAAAA. oh my GOD do i adore their relationship. ever since lee saved her and basically just gave her a glimpse of his...lee-ness, the fact her negative opinion of him IMMEDIATELY flipped and gave her such a strong admiration and fondness for him kills me DEAD. she always treats him with so much respect and the fact she’s quick to rag on anyone making fun of him melts my HEART!! and on lee’s side, his little crush on her is adorable of course, but the sheer strength of the friendship that comes from it is more than infatuation could ever offer him. i want them to hang out together and talk about their troubles...i want them to make each other laugh and be so very kind to each other...i want sakura to storm over and throw him over her shoulder to TAKE A BREAK ALREADY when he’s been training too hard for too long. god. A NOTP I have with said character: honestly i’m pretty happy with a lot of lee ships! the only ones i view with obvious disdain are the ones with creepy age gaps honestly. A random headcanon: out of everyone in the leaf genin, he’s probably the closest anyone’s ever come to someone who EVERYONE is at least distantly friendly towards. like god have you SEEN how warm and inviting and concerned he is the SECOND he sees that naruto is feeling down? i get the sense he’s immediately inclined to provide that kind of support to any of his comrades, even the ones that Resist it.

you think sasuke is the most popular among the leaf genin? puh-LEASE. everyone looks on rock lee with at least a LITTLE bit of warmth. thats just fact. General Opinion over said character: since my first viewing of naruto he has been my Absolute fav, and while chouji and shikamaru are veeery close to stealing that spot, one look at him and i feel he’s gonna be on top forever. probably the best written character kishimoto’s ever produced that’s remained in the main cast (tho i dont speak for shipudden onwards who fucking knows, but the truth of it is is i adore rock lee)

Gaara

Sexuality Headcanon: Panromantic Asexual Gender Headcanon: kind of like shikamaru, i feel like he uses he/him pronouns but also doesn’t particularly....Care? A ship I have with said character: ok so it wasnt until my naruto rewatch that i really started falling into this but i think him and naruto are super cute? while i loathe kishimoto for ruining so much abt this show he really is good at creating good foils to naruto, and gaara is no exception--and the way naruto changes his life by just kicking his ass (and proving he’s not just a Simp or smth) and then just, extending genuine empathy and a REAL sense of truly relating to where he’s coming from re:his upbringing? the EFFECT it has on him, bro!!!! my god!!! i feel like they’re that opposites attract ship that don’t clash constantly but instead fall into this adorable synergy and understanding? and i think thats so sweet A BROTP I have with said character: ...is it cheating to just put temari and kankuro here? bc they are literally his siblings but my GOD do i love their relationship. there’s something so deeply sad about their initial situation??? like having siblings that either are deeply fucking afraid of you or clearly don’t care for your well being whatsoever, it’s such a tragic scenario, and the times where they really do show legitimate care for gaara just breaks my heart...but the GROWTH. THE DEVELOPMENT. THE HEALING. i love the sand siblings so much, i am a STRONG advocate of seeing the development from estranged family to loving, occasionally bickering siblings who absolutely Love Each Other A NOTP I have with said character: uhhhh same with lee in that i don’t really mind most of the ships i’ve seen him in? while i don’t particularly ship gaalee i think its also Very Cute, and really it all just seems pretty valid as long as people aren’t being creepy? A random headcanon: i’ve been wracking my brain for one for a good 20 minutes and i just don’t have one he’s such a mystery to me/????? i love him but he is an enigma?? General Opinion over said character: oh my god he’s such an edgelord in the beginning. i’ve been doing a lot of this naruto rewatch with my friend @drashseed (a simply phenomenal fella 10/10 follow him) and every single time he talked the only valid response just became “ok gaara”

but his backstory? utterly HEARTWRENCHING. and his growth is just. absolutely divine, i adore him. thank you mister sandman for doing so much for us all.

Hinata

Sexuality Headcanon: Bisexual Gender Headcanon: cis woman A ship I have with said character: listen. i think kibahina is........Really Really cute. he cares about her so MUCH??? and there’s a certain tenderness to his interactions with her that’s just really evident whenever you see em together? i really love that you get the sense hinata is COMFORTABLE around him!!! like! i feel like hinata really deserves to have a partner who sees her when she ISN’T blushing and stammering? when she’s like? legitimately comfortable and being HERSELF? (dgmw the blushing is adorable i fucking love her but its one of the gripes i have with naruhina that so much of it is just naruto being oblivious and her having a small panic attack) the comfort she and kiba have make for a chill, adorable relationship i just cry over constantly A BROTP I have with said character: so i was GONNA put naruto here, but technically i already put him there for shikamaru’s so i’m gonna say neji!!! uhhh OBVIOUSLY they got off to a. very rough start but the way their dynamic changed (or perhaps in a way reverted back to the times they interacted before neji’s father died and temporarily killed his Human Decency) into this respect and fondness that’s just...such a delight to watch? i’m a SUCKER for slow and mutual reconciliation and there are just so many sweet moments between them. they are FAMILY, BRO!!! THEY CARE FOR EACH OTHER, BRO!!!!!!!!!! A NOTP I have with said character: ...at the risk of sounding like a broken record, i think a lot of hinata ships are quite cute? i guess i’m gonna have to say sasuke. because like.

has. he ever even looked at her. please. jesus christ. she deserves so much better. A random headcanon: she is a LOT physically stronger than she looks!! a lot of her combat techniques rely on taijustu after all so it’d make sense that she puts a lot of effort into physical training alongside chakra control.

i’m trying to say she’s strong. not as strong as sakura but. she can lift her bf up over her head (he’s dying hes dying he’s dYING he lOVES HER SO MUCH). it’s pretty fuckign badass

General Opinion over said character: i LOVE her??? honest to god i really really do--honestly while i dislike the direction they went in canon with her, i really loved seeing her be motivated to grow and change the parts of herself she hated to become a stronger person.

that and she’s so fucking cute and sweet and i just??????? bless her honestly.

#naruto #shikacho #narugaa #nejilee #kibahina #they speak #i cant tag everyone fuck #is this formatting fucked up? i can't tell it wouldnt post before #long post

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notapaladin · 3 years

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and thank the lord i don’t have my way (1/3)

HELLO FRIENDS IT IS THE ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF ME POSTING THE FIRST OBSBLOOD FIC EVER. So you get not one, not two, but three fics today! Blame @arahir

Acatl has let the boundaries stay open for far too long. Tonight, he closes them. Tizoc attempts to object.

Also on AO3.

The Revered Speaker’s chambers are very dark and very cold. Never mind that it’s the rainy season and that the air at sunset was filled with steam rising off the puddles of the day’s deluge; the sun set long ago, and Metztli the moon illuminates nothing away from the path of the windows. The walls are splashed with murals of war and conquest that must surely be blood-bright in the light of day; they are muted and faded now, shadows on shadows.

They aren’t as faded as the man on the Revered Speaker’s sleeping mats. True, Tizoc-tzin, emperor of Tenochtitlan, is approaching his middle age, but his hair is still black and his limbs are still straight. When he smiles—cold and cruel as that smile is—he has all his teeth. He dresses in the finest quetzal feathers, turquoise, jade; even here, alone on his mat covered with jaguar skins, his loincloth is finely embroidered cotton. An emerald rod pierces his nasal septum. He is covered in the riches of his Empire. He should be magnificent, a true symbol of the power of the Mexica.

He should have died six years ago.

Acatl knows this. His bare feet are silent on the tiled stone floor, and his god is silent in his head. Mictlantecuhtli evidently has not deigned to share whatever opinion He has on this with His most faithful servant. Good. Acatl’s long since made up his mind regardless.

Tearing open the boundaries had taken all three High Priests. Closing them, but leaving them that tiny bit ajar, had taken two High Priests, the Guardian of the Duality, and the Revered Speaker of Texcoco. But to slam them shut...well. Acatl is High Priest for the Dead, High Priest of the Lord of the Place of Death, and he can do that with his bare hands.

He stops at the foot of the dais upon which Tizoc’s mat rests. For a long moment, he simply looks at the snoring, twitching man currently rumpling the blankets. He inhales. He holds for a count of three.

He could do it with his bare hands. It would be easy. He’s no trained warrior but he’s strong enough for this, strong enough to put his hands around Tizoc’s neck and squeeze until he turns purple, until his eyes bulge, until he rolls back limp. It’s what Tizoc would have done to him. (What he would have done, and what he probably—gods, he probably would have made Teomitl watch.) Or there’s his knives, lethally sharp, whose wounds always fester and never heal. It would take only the smallest scratch to have Tizoc rotting from his blackened heart outwards, to have him die slow and incoherent as pus oozes forth from every pore, whimpering like an animal, like the clergy of Tlaloc in their pens—

He exhales.

No. He will do this properly. At least this, too, is easy; he dares not chant out loud, but his lips move in the words of a prayer as his magic builds low in his gut. It won’t take much. Tizoc’s life hangs by a thread as it is, and he holds it tightly in his hand.

Tizoc stirs. Snorts. Rolls over.

He nicks his forearm, dabbing a single fingerprint of blood on the dais. And he keeps praying. The edges of the boundaries yawn wide as a mouth, ready to swallow Tizoc whole. The completion of this slow weaving will close them. My Lord, he thinks, I deliver this soul unto Your keeping.

Tizoc wakes, sees him—and screams.

Acatl smiles. He knows what Tizoc must be seeing. A man-shaped figure, his eyes voids, his bones shining like moonlight through the black glass of his skin. It’s a terrifying visage; even Teomitl, who is used to it (Teomitl, who is in awe of it, and that still knocks him flat when he thinks about it too long) flinches when he spots it out of the corner of his eye. Tizoc has always been craven, and now he looks so horrified that for a moment Acatl thinks he might not even get to finish the spell.

As the magic begins to pool together—a feeling like muscles tensing to spring, a beast of shadows preparing to leap—Tizoc finds the breath to yell, “Guards! Guards!”

He takes a breath and lets it out. His skin is an ordinary brown again, bones no longer visible through shadowed muscles, but Mictlan still leaves him feeling like a hollow shell. His voice is the voice of a corpse. “They won’t come.”

Now he supposes he has to give Tizoc credit, because the man tries to lunge for his eyes. Tries and predictably fails; already the spell Acatl’s cast is leaching through his veins, and his limbs will not obey him. Sadly, the same can’t be said for his shrill voice. “What have you done to them?! Traitor!”

He remembers sunlight on the water, and a smile that was even brighter than that. Remembers a murmur of, “Thank you, Acatl.” He lifts his chin, letting pride leak into his voice. “They are following orders tonight.”

Tizoc’s eyes move like rats in a trap, but he’s not a complete idiot. There’s only one man the army would fall into line behind so easily. When he speaks next, he sounds almost resigned. “...My brother,” he spits. “So you have corrupted him.”

Acatl grits his teeth, but there’s no need for him to lose his temper here. “Teomitl is a far better man than you could ever dream of being. You ought to thank me for your years of life; he would have put you down like the dog you are ages ago.” And I should have let him.

“I will have you flayed. I will loop the flower garland around your neck myself, I’ll make those traitorous siblings of yours watch, and then I’ll put them to the sword—”

There’s more, but Acatl isn’t paying attention. He’d once thought that no mortal justice could compete with the need to keep the Fifth World intact; he still thinks that, but by now he’s learned that sometimes pursuing justice and doing his duty are one and the same. It’s taken him long enough. Oh, he’d wavered at first—that first time Teomitl had shared his plans for the future, not even him following it up with a declaration that he was going to wait was enough to stop his heart from sinking. But then Tizoc had come back—no, had slunk back into the city, like a coyote with its ears flat and its belly pressed to the ground—and he’d been nearly stunned with the wrongness of it. That Tizoc could lead an army to its death and then let an entire priesthood to be slaughtered like beasts—it’s not an affront that can be borne. His incompetence will tear the Empire apart if the Tlaxcallans and Tarascans don’t get to them first; each campaign leaves Teomitl a little more tired, a little more snappish and run-down. Soon he won’t be able to carry the army on his back anymore.

The man he loves has new scars. He blames Tizoc for that, but first and worse he blames himself. It was his hand that put Tizoc on the throne, and it will be his hand that removes him from it. There’s only as much justice as he can make, after all.

Mictlan gnaws at his guts again, and he lets it scour him clean. In and out and in again, he breathes. The spell pulses like a living heart. Tizoc must feel it, because he bleats, “What do you think you’re doing?!”

He whispers the rest of his prayer, ignoring Tizoc for the moment. This spell is rarely used, not because of the cost—a few paltry drops of blood—but because of its very specific conditions. It only works on dead souls, not dead bodies, avoiding the attention of the Wind of Knives. It would not do to cheat a comrade of His captive. Rare is the soul that can die without harming the body; how helpful it is, then, that Quenami crafted Tizoc a new one. He must remember to thank him. “Sending your soul to Mictlan where it belongs. None will see any hand in your death but the gods’ wills.”

Tizoc’s breath rattles in his lungs. “Blasphemy. I can’t imagine your precious sister—”

“My sister? The Guardian of the Duality? That sister?” Acatl feels himself smiling. “I am restoring the order of the world. She would hold my cloak for me.” After all, she hates Tizoc too. Not as much as he does—she’s a good woman, she doesn’t nurture her grudges the way her menfolk do—but quite enough to look the other way should his soul be severed from his body by what looks to all the world like a common attack of the heart. Such a tragedy, she’ll say, and meet his eyes, and smile. He kneels to wipe away his bloody fingerprint, the only sign of his presence here tonight.

Tizoc is still trying to defend himself. The fool. “You—you can’t,” he splutters. “What about...” Eyes roll wildly as he casts about for an excuse, and finally alights on one he thinks must work. “Your patron! Surely, surely Lord Death can’t approve—”

“My lord,” Acatl says, with a gentleness he doesn’t feel. “I brought you back into this world after your death, breaking all natural laws in the vain hopes that you could do the one single task you were crowned to do. Lord Death will rejoice that I have now taken you out of it.”

“You’ll never get away with this!” he snaps. “Quenami...Quenami will...”

Ah, yes. Quenami. Acatl snorts. “You imagine he will still be alive to avenge you?”

Tizoc goes, if possible, paler. “You wouldn’t.”

He remembers, with a slow uncoiling of rage, the blade at his throat. The way Quenami had smiled. He’d wanted to carve it off his face. “I might,” he growls, but even as he says it he knows he’ll be lucky if Teomitl doesn’t get there first. “You should be happy. You’ll have company on your journey.”

He’s breathing harder now. Hyperventilating. It’s panic, not magic; he can’t even face death like a warrior. “No—no, you can’t—”

Acatl’s spine stiffens. “Only the gods and Teomitl tell me what I can and cannot do.”

“...Heh,” Tizoc spits. “Is he fucking you?”

He considers this. They’ve been discreet—possibly not discreet enough if Tizoc is asking that question, but then the man has always been paranoid of any influence on his brother, even before he was his Master of the House of Darts. He can certainly imagine Tizoc suspicious of what else Teomitl might have been learning from him, and if he’d only known then what he knew now...well. He is a man, and not a statue. Tizoc might have been right about something for once. But he isn’t, and for a moment Acatl weighs whether he deserves the truth. It’s not something he’s ever had to say out loud; Mihmatini is the only one who knows, and she doesn’t want to hear details. Finally, a bit of uncommon smugness curls his lip. “Actually,” he says coolly, “most of the time I’m fucking him.”

Disappointingly, this does not cause Tizoc to expire immediately. Teomitl will be quite displeased to have lost that bet. “You—you vile—you foul—”

Then he starts coughing, wet and disgusting, and blood gathers at his lips. Acatl lets Mictlan’s power fall away from him like an old cloak. “Rant all you like, my lord. Your time is ending. Teomitl will erase all you’ve done as though it’s never been, and the foundations of our Empire—of our world—will grow stronger for your absence.”

“I’ll kill you,” Tizoc hisses. “I’ll haunt you from beyond death, like those ghosts you’ve been slaying throughout my reign. You’ll never sleep soundly again.”

Interesting. He hadn’t thought Tizoc had been paying attention. He hums noncommittally, shaking his head. There will be no more such hauntings now that the boundaries are properly closed.

Tizoc is panting harshly now, beyond speech. Good. The guards are still nowhere to be seen, which is a further relief; as loyal as they are to Teomitl, he still doesn’t want to put them in a position to lie about whatever they might see.

Not that there is anything to see. Over the next few hours, Tizoc’s soul will unravel from its moorings so slowly, so carefully, that no magic his fellow High Priests could muster will be able to tell it’s anything other than a natural death. (He knows Acamapichtli won’t even look. He still mourns his clergy, and now they’ve been avenged.)

Acatl turns away. He’s done here. By the time the sun rises, Tizoc will be dead.

He has things to do before then.

#obsidian and blood #acatl #tizoc #teocatl #teomitl #paladin writes stuff

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cafedanslanuit · 4 years

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[CLOSED] ✨ 500 followers event ✨

I never thought I’d get here, but hey! I’m so thankful to everyone that has been supporting this blog <3 Thank you for the kind messages, the likes, reblogs and obviously, the follows! To celebrate this, I decided to put out an event~

So, how does this work? I’m going to leave you a list of song lyrics under the cut. If you find one you like, you should send me a message with the number, the fandom and the pairing you’d like.

For example, you could message me: “Number 21, bnha, Hawks x Reader”, “#2, mysme, Jumin x Zen” or “6, obey me, Belphie x MC” I’ll then post a small fic with your request! You can ask me if you have any more questions, I’ll be happy to reply. Be sure to read the rules first~ This event will last until June 19th.

Fandoms for this event: Boku no hero academia, Mystic Messenger and Obey Me!

Hope you like this small event <3

Hold me like you never lost your patience, tell me that you love me more than hate me all the time.

He says no one has to know what we do, his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room [V (Jihyun Kim) x MC]

Before I met you, I pushed them all away. Soon as I kissed you, I wanted you to stay. [Saeyoung Choi x MC]

I’m asking for your help, I am going through hell, afraid nothing can save me but the sound of your voice [Saeran Choi x MC]

God knows I try to feel happy for you, know that I am even if I can’t understand. (...) If happy is her, I’m happy for you.

All I ask is if this is my last night with you, hold me like I’m more than just a friend. [Satan x MC]

You look like a movie, you sound like a song. My God, this reminds me when we were young.

I’ll say what I want to say. Tell me I’m an angel, take this to my grave. Tell me I’m a bad man, kick me like a stray.

When you go would you have the guts to say: I don’t love you like I loved you yesterday?

It was a lie when they smiled and said you won’t feel a thing.

If I could be with you tonight, I would sing you to sleep, never let them take the light behind your eyes

So what if you can see the darkest side of me? No one will ever change this animal I have become. Help me believe it’s not the real me. [Jumin x Reader]

How does it feel when you kiss when you know that I trust you? And do you think about me when he fucks you?

I don’t like them innocent, I don’t want no face fresh, want them wearing leather, begging let me be your taste-test. I like the sad eyes, bad guys, mouth full of white lies. [Bakugou x Reader]

They think I’m insane, they think my lover’s strange but I don’t have to fucking tell them anything. [Leviathan x MC]

I found the devil, I found him in a lover, with his lips like tangerine and his color coded speak.

He says: “Oh, baby girl, don’t get cut on my edges. I’m the king of everything, you know my tongue is a weapon. There’s a line on the clock that’s separating your thighs, if you wanna go to Heaven you should fuck me tonight” [Jumin x Reader]

If I keep my eyes closed, he looks just like you.

When you go down all your darkest roads, I would have followed you all the way to the graveyard

Beautiful stranger, here you are in my arms, but I think it’s finally safe for me to fall [Dabi x Hawks]

Tell me how does it feel, sitting up there, feeling so high but so far away to touch me?

A little bit older, a black leather jacket, a bad reputation, insatiable habits. He was onto me, one look and I couldn’t breathe.

What do I do when I love you but want somebody else?

How can I be your friend when I know the way you taste? It’s almost 2 am and I can’t ask you to stay

We almost knew what love was, but almost is never enough

A little less conversation, a little more touch my body. [Asmodeus x MC]

Last night, boy I met you when I was asleep... you’re such a dream to me.

And I can be needy, way too damn needy, tell me how good it feels to be needed.

I like to fuck with you just to make up with you, ‘cause they way to be screamin’ my name make me wanna make love to you.

I know that it breaks your heart when I cry again over him.

Break up with your girlfriend ‘cause I’m bored.

You ain’t my boyfriend and I ain’t your girlfriend, but you don’t want me to see nobody else and I don’t want you to see nobody.

My girl’s in the next room, sometimes I wish she was you. I guess we never really moved on. It’s really good to hear your voice saying my name, it sounds so sweet. Coming from the lips of an angel, hearing you voice it makes me weak. And I never want to say goodbye, but God, you make it hard to be faithful with the lips of an angel. [Mammon x MC]

Say my name, and his in the same breath, I dare you to say they taste the same. [Satan x MC]

You were the song stuck in my head, every song that I ever loved. Played it again, again and again You can get what you what but it’s never enough. [Mammon x MC]

Does your husband know the way that the sunshine beams on your wedding band?

Was it a dream? Is this the only evidence that proves it? A photograph of you and I.

Baby, it’s just me and you, just us two, even in a crowded room, baby it’s just me and you. [Jumin x MC]

Every time your lips touch another, I want you feel me. [Lucifer x MC]

You don’t know how to love me when you’re sober.

#boku no hero academia #obey me #mystic messenger #bnha x reader #mha x reader #obey me headcanons #mystic messenger headcanons #mysme #bnha #bnha imagines #bnha scenarios

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readyplayerhobi · 5 years

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The Evolution of You and I

; Hybrid!Jimin x Reader

; Genre: Fluff, light angst, mentions of smut

; Word Count: 10.2k

; Warnings: Mentions of loss of virginity, discussion of sex

; Synopsis: For 15 years, Park Jimin has been in your life in some form. From childhood penpal’s to the closest of friends now, you can’t imagine your life without him even if you’ve never actually met him in person. It doesn’t help that you’ve fallen for him, even across the distance that separates you. But what happens when you finally meet up and you discover he’s been keeping something secret?

; A/N: Based on this prompt from @hybridfanfiction! I read it and immediately wanted to do something, so this happened. It’s in a bit of a more unusual format to my other stuff but I hope you all enjoy it anyway :)

8 Years Old

“Can anyone tell me what a penpal is?” Miss Kim asks the class with a pleasant tone to her voice, pretty pink lips turned up gently. She’s so pretty, you always think to yourself, and you like to be in her class. She makes learning fun and never makes you feel bad for not knowing things.

Looking around, a few people raise their hands and give answers that get carefully turned down by her before she gives a bright smile, white teeth shining in the harsh lighting. “A penpal, is someone that you write to who lives far away. Sometimes they live in other countries, sometimes they just live in other parts of the same country. Lots of people become friends this way!”

Miss Kim starts to walk around the room and hands out plain, ruled pieces of paper. “We’re going to be penpals with students from another school in Busan. That’s on the other side of the country from us, on the seaside. Each paper I’m giving you has the name of a student that you are going to write to, so tell them about yourselves. Ask them about themselves. Try and make up a friendship!”

“Miss...what do we say?” You ask quietly as she hands you your sheet of paper. A few of the kids near the supplies are handing out packs of coloured pencils and pens and you take a handful of multi-coloured pencils that are pleasing to your young mind.

A letter can always use extra decorations!

“Well...tell them your name and your age maybe. What you like to do for fun. Your favourite film or animal. Whatever you want to say. It’s your letter!” Watching her carefully, you look back down at your letter with a frown and ponder what to write to your potential new friend.

Park Jimin (Boy), is written across the top in Miss Kim’s pretty handwriting. For a moment, you look across the room at the Park Jimin in your own class and marvel at the fact there’s another out there in Busan, only he’s a boy!

Taking hold of the pink pencil, your tongue sticks out cutely as your brow frowns intensely and you begin to write your letter, ignorant of the raucous laughter and yelling of the rest of your students.

Dear Jimin,

Hi! I’m Y/N, a girl! I go to school in Seoul. Miss Kim says you’re in..Boosan? On the seaside? Is it pretty? We don’t have sea here, but the Han river is okay. It smells sometimes.

Do you go to the beach? Are there crabs? I’ve never seen a crab! I like horses. Do you have horses? There’s no horses in Seoul. Do you like horses?

My favourite film is Hercules. I want to be a god too! Wouldn’t that be cool! I can save you if you want?

Please write back!

From, Y/N

Once done, you draw a bunch of tiny horses around the page in yellows, purples and pinks before adding sparkly stars and a crab or two for Jimin. Because he might like crabs, and you don’t want him to miss out on your decoration too.

You also draw a terrible stick person drawing of yourself. Lips pursing in annoyance, you draw an arrow and note down that your head isn’t really that big. It’s like an astronaut, and you don’t want Jimin to think that. He might not like astronaut people and never write back!

“Is everyone done?” Miss Kim calls out from the front of the classroom, hands clasped against her stomach as she waits for everyone to quiet down. You nod repeatedly before smiling at her brightly as you move to the front and hand her your letter. She looks over it before giving you an approving nod and adding it to her stack.

“That’s wonderful everyone. I’ll get these posted as soon as possible and then we just have to wait!”

And so you do, impatiently so and completely unaware that your life had changed for the better.

Hi Y/N!

I’m Jimin, it’s nice to meet you. I live in Busan and the sea is very pretty here. It’s blue, like the sky but more green. It smells funny sometimes too, but I like it. I see crabs a lot! Maybe I can send you one?

I’d like to see the Han river! It’s famous right? In movies and films. And I have no horses, but I have been horse riding! They’re big and scary, but friendly. They don’t really like me though. You should go.

I don’t need saving, but I like Spider-Man films. He saves people too! We can be a superhero team! Wouldn’t that be cool?

What do you like to eat? Do you like seafood? We have lots here, but I don’t like. I like meat, it’s yummy.

Please write back soon!

From, Jimin

9 Years Old

Hi Jimin,

It was my birthday yesterday. I’m now 9! Are you 9 too? So you know, my birthday is September 12th. It’s very important, so don’t forget. I’ll draw a picture of my cake for you!

When’s your birthday? Is it soon? Do you like cake too? Who doesn’t like cake? It’s so nice.

School is so boring. I don’t think I like school. Do you? What’s your favourite subject? It’s strange that you send your letters to my house now. I get mail with my name on! My mom puts it on the side for me.

Do you like getting mail too?

Write back soon.

Hugs and kisses, Y/N!

Hi Y/N!

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Y/N...happy birthday to you!

My birthday isn’t until October 13th. So you’re older than me! Wow, that’s so cool. I hope you got a good birthday present! My mom helped me to pick out this friendship bracelet so I hope you like it.

I like cake! Your cake looked cool. I hope my cake looks like yours!

I love school! I love maths and science. I like numbers, they’re fun. If you need help, then I’ll try! I want to be a maths teacher when I grow up, it’d be cool. I can teach more kids about maths and get them to love it too.

I like getting mail cos it’s from you. What do you want to be when you grow up?

From, Jimin

12 Years Old

Hey Jimin,

So remember that stupid boy I told you about? Jackson? Well he kissed me today and it was totally gross and ewww. Why do grown ups like doing that? It was just...wet and icky. Have you ever been kissed yet?

I also had a maths test today and I think I did bad. I wish I was good at it like you! But I get to do arts tomorrow and I’m excited for that. I like drawing. I’ve drawn you a cute dragon on the back of this letter, so I hope you like it.

Is the weather in Busan nicer than here lately? It’s just been raining all the time and is so grey. Soyeon said we should go to karaoke for her birthday but...I don’t really like it. I’m not good at singing. Are you good?

Write back soon!

Hugs and kisses, Y/N.

Hey Y/N,

I’m so glad I got your letter today. It wasn’t a very good day :( these people in my school made fun of me for how I look. It made me upset. I can’t change any of that and it made my mom cry when I told her. I didn’t want to make her cry :(

I haven’t been kissed, but it sounds gross. Maybe I’ll stay away from kissing for a while, I trust you! But I guess maybe you need to be grownup to enjoy it? Who knows. We’re still kids!

And I’m sorry about your test. I hope you did well on it but if not then I’m trying to send you my maths knowledge! Your drawing was so good, you’re so good at it! I got my mom to put it up on my wall when I’d coloured it in for you. Can you draw me one that’s coloured in too so I can put that on my wall as well?

It’s sunny here in Busan! I’ve been going to the beach with my brother a lot and playing with our football. I like running around and doing things outside and we both like to play football. Would you play football with us if we ever met? We’re very fast!

Mom says I have a good singing voice, but I don’t like doing it. It makes me shy. You should go with your friends, it might be fun!

Write back :)

Hugs and kisses, Jimin

14 Years Old

To: Park Jimin <[email protected]>

From: Y/N <[email protected]>

Subject: HI!!!!!!!!

JIMINNIEEEEEEEE,

Oh my god. This is our first email, isn’t this weird? O-o

Like…you’re going to get this immediately after I send it! We can talk so much faster instead of waiting for the stupid post. And now we don’t have to worry about writing neatly.

Not that I wrote neatly for you or anything. Cos I totally didn’t.

But still, this is so cool right? My computer is in my living room and my mom keeps track of what I do. Is it like that for you too?

How did your date go with Chaeyoung? Did it go well? I know you were nervous about it but you’re so sweet and kind. I think she’d be missing out if she said no! I’d love to see what she looks like, I’ve never seen a Fennec fox hybrid but I’m sure she’s so pretty and cute.

Argh, write back to me soon please! ^-^

Hugs and kisses, Y/N

To: Y/N <[email protected]>

From: Park Jimin <[email protected]>

Subject: RE: HI!!!!!!!!

\(^U^)/ Y/N!

I’m writing this after only getting it five minutes ago. Isn’t that cool? This is going to make talking to you so easy.

You so wrote neat for me. I can tell. Your writing always got sloppy at the end when you were tired on the longer letters. But it’s okay. I’ll tell you a secret...I used to write neat for you too…

My computer is in my room, but that’s because my brother also has one and my dad has a laptop. They trust me, but they still check my history. So I have to be careful what I go on. I don’t want to get in trouble.

I did take Chaeyoung on a date! I was so nervous ^^; but she said yes! Can you believe that? I almost threw up. She wouldn’t have said yes then. But thanks for having faith in me! ^o^

She’s so pretty. She’s got this...blonde hair that looks like honey and it’s like light is in it. Her ears are so cute too, I bet the fur is soft. I sound sappy, my friends would laugh if I said this. You won’t right? Do...you like hybrids? Some people don’t.

I took her on a date along the beachfront here in Busan. We had dinner at a barbeque place and then went to the movies. I saw Iron Man and it was so cool. Then we had bungeobbang and walked along the front. The sea is pretty at night. Maybe I should take a picture for you? We can send pictures on email right?

Do you still like that Yugyeom? Or do you not want to kiss him because only grown ups do that and it’s icky? Hehe.

Hugs and kisses, Jimin.

To: Park Jimin <[email protected]>

From: Y/N <[email protected]>

Subject: RE: RE: HI!!!!!!!!

OH MY GOD. SHUT UP. I WAS 12 AND KNEW NOTHING.

I hate you.

To: Y/N <[email protected]>

From: Park Jimin <[email protected]>

Subject: RE: RE: RE: HI!!!!!!!!

ㅠㅡㅠ

I’m sorry! Come back...please. I swear, I won’t mention it again!

17 Years Old

Park Jimin has signed in.

Y/N: Jimin!

Park Jimin: Jfc what! Let me sign in first u demon

Y/N: So...I went on a date with Eunho yesterday. Said yes 2 him.

Y/N: He took me bowling and I really wanted him 2 kiss me but he was all ‘I’m being a gentleman’.

Y/N: Think my dad said something 2 him :(

Y/N: Do u think he even likes me?

Park Jimin: Y would u think that?

Y/N: Well...he’s a guy! A teenage guy! U r all dumb and hormonal right?

Park Jimin: Am I supposed 2 be supporting u? Or are u trying 2 offend me?

Y/N: Shh, u kno I love u <333

Y/N: But it’s true. Every1 in my class has done it. Why is Eunho being slow?

Park Jimin: Woah woah!

Park Jimin: Not a race! It was ur first date. Calm down James Bond. Mayb Eunho hasn’t done it either?

Park Jimin: I haven’t

Y/N: Ur school is full of dumb girls

Park Jimin: Y?

Y/N: Cus u r cute

Park Jimin: :3

Park Jimin: ^^; <3

Y/N: :( seriously tho…

Park Jimin: Hey...it’s ok. Don’t worry. Pls.

Y/N: K. Did u pass your test?

Park Jimin: :D

Y/N: Omg yay! I bet ur mom n dad are so proud!

Park Jimin: Yeah, they bought me dinner out. I got top in my class…

Park Jimin: I also got voted class president…

Y/N: Omg, my best friend is such a nerd

Park Jimin: >:o

Park Jimin: Y u so mean?!

Y/N: Cos I love u <3

Y/N: Well done tho. I kno u were worried. But I had faith!

Park Jimin: Thanks :)

Y/N: I asked my mom 4 a dog for my birthday btw

Y/N: But she said no :(

Y/N: Cos my parents work 2 much

Y/N: And I’m only home for 2 more years

Park Jimin: Oh no :( sry

Park Jimin: What would u have wanted? A puppy?

Y/N: Yeah...mayb. We couldn’t have a big dog

Y/N: Our apartment is 2 small here, so small dog

Y/N: My friend has a Cocker Spaniel

Y/N: She’s cute, but she jumps everywhere

Park Jimin: Spaniel’s r cute! :D

Y/N: Would u get a dog?

Park Jimin: Nah

Y/N: What?! Y not?! Dogs r the best

Park Jimin: I don’t like the idea :(

Y/N: Y not?

Park Jimin: Cos...I just don’t. Mom n dad wouldn’t get one anyway

Y/N: That sucks. Don’t get fish tho. They’re boring

Park Jimin: Haha, I won’t

Park Jimin: Hey, did u see that new show out? Game of Thrones?

Y/N: Omg yes

Y/N: So much sex

Y/N: My parents don’t want me 2 watch

Park Jimin: But u did?

Y/N: Hehe

18 Years Old

Park Jimin has signed in.

Park Jimin: Hi :)

Park Jimin: Hello?

Park Jimin: Y/N??

Park Jimin: Are u there?

Y/N: Hey...sorry. Yeah, I’m here

Park Jimin: ...are you okay?

Y/N: ...no

Y/N: Not really ;(

Park Jimin: Y?! What’s wrong?!

Park Jimin: What happened? Who do I have to 2 hurt???

Y/N: Eunho…

Park Jimin: What?

Park Jimin: Eunho?

Park Jimin: What’s he done? You’ve been dating for 7 months now?!

Park Jimin: Y/N...talk 2 me :(

Park Jimin: Pls

Y/N: We had sex last night

Park Jimin: Ok...but u wanted that? Right?

Park Jimin: I mean...u said u wanted it? That u were ready?

Y/N: :(

Park Jimin: :( what happened?

Y/N: It was awful Jimminie :(

Park Jimin: <3 u don’t have to talk 2 me. Have u talked to Soyeon about it?

Y/N: No...I don’t want 2. It’s embarrassing

Park Jimin: Ok, u don’t have to do anything

Y/N: No, I want 2 talk to u

Y/N: It hurt so much :( and he didn’t care

Y/N: I told him, but he just said it’s supposed to

Y/N: I cried and went home

Y/N: He broke up with me this morning

Park Jimin: I’m gonna kill him

Park Jimin: I’m gonna fucking kill him

Park Jimin: I’ll bite him so damn hard

Park Jimin: The asshole. I knew he wasn’t good enough for u >:[

Y/N: Jiminnie...y are u going to bite him silly?

Y/N: It’s okay. It’s my fault.

Park Jimin: NO!

Park Jimin: It’s NOT ur fault. U thought u were ready and u loved him

Park Jimin: But he was a dick.

Park Jimin: I’ll bite him for you

Y/N: Haha, y u biting people?

Park Jimin: I’m sorry :( please don’t blame urself

Park Jimin: Ur smart and funny and kind. He messed up. He lost something great. Ur amazing, remember that

Y/N: :)

Y/N: Thank u

Y/N: It hurts, and it will. But I’m happier talking to u already

Park Jimin: I’ll always be here 4 u

Park Jimin: As cheesy as that sounds

Y/N: No...I need it

Y/N: I need my best friend right now

Y/N: <3

Park Jimin: <3

20 Years Old

Sitting in the uncomfortable desk chair in your university dorm, you chew your lips nervously as the Skype ringtone plays into the silent air around you. Over the years, you’ve had phone calls with Jimin occasionally on special moments, such as your birthday or his.

In recent years, there’s been a few more but never too many. Plus it was expensive after a while. The two of you have preferred to instant message each other on your laptops in your rooms, but now video calling is a thing. A common thing apparently.

You’d been vaguely aware of it, but it hadn’t entered your head to ask Jimin if he wanted to. Particularly given your laptop was not the best. But you’d been given a brand new laptop for Christmas and so had he. There was no reason to not at least try it anymore.

So here you were, in the silence of your dorm room and waiting for the call to connect to Jimin.

Not only were you nervous because you would be talking to him instead of just typing, but it was a video call. You’d only ever seen the occasional picture of Jimin over the years, taken at some odd angle so that half his head was cropped out or something ridiculous like that.

He’d complained that he didn’t like to have his picture taken, but you didn’t understand why. You always remembered him as being pretty cute, though your last photo was from two years ago. So maybe he got really ugly or something.

Who knows? Stranger things have happened.

Looking to the side, you pick up your ballpoint pen to write down a few notes that suddenly enter your head that will be useful for your homework that you plan on doing later. It’s for your stupid required mathematics class, and you’re half wondering if you can get Jimin to stay online long enough with you to help you out.

It still boggles your mind that he’s going to voluntarily be doing a mathematics degree. Like...he actually likes numbers that much.

A soft laugh leaves you as you suddenly remember one of his original letters, where he’d said that he wanted to be a maths teacher. Who knew that he was entirely serious about that?

“Hello?” A quiet voice that was surprisingly husky calls out through your speakers and you look back with widened eyes, taking in the sight on screen eagerly. He must be laid on his bed or something, as his head is really close to the screen and you can almost see down his shirt.

Which immediately causes you to focus on his eyes, because you can’t handle that. You know he still does dance and soccer, even in uni, and he likes to playfully brag about his ‘rock hard abs’. He’s not quite Dwayne Johnson levels of fit though, despite his boasting over the previous year.

“Shit, damn,” You curse as you scrawl across the page in an ugly mark before dropping the pen and looking back at him with a bright smile. “Hi! Jimin! Hi!”

The two of you go silent, the mood slightly awkward between you both as you take in the sight of him. And he’s doing the same to you, big and bright eyes tracking over the image of your face on screen before he’s letting out a tiny laugh, sound hitching on the highest point of his exhale.

He’s got what look like a plain white shirt on, and you frown at seeing the black beanie pulled down over his head, honey-blonde hair covering up dark eyebrows. “I thought you didn’t like hats? You said they hurt your ears?”

You’d always thought that was slightly odd, but if it was painful for him then you’d just accepted what he said. But seeing him on screen with a hat pulled all the way down till the tips of his ears are hiding behind them has you frowning.

Almost immediately you see his tan cheeks flush red even through the combination of a screen and crappy lighting on his end and bizarrely, his hand taps at the top of his beanie, pressing down on the soft material with a slightly panicked look in his eye.

“I don’t...like hats. But...I mean...I just...use them now. I haven’t washed my hair and I did soccer practice today. So it’s gross.” Jimin’s muttering by the end, looking down at something before giving you a shy smile and you feel something flutter in your stomach at the sight.

It’s only then that you properly take him in, noting the softly rounded cheeks that are still filled with baby fat that are juxtaposed with the sharpness of his jawline. His lashes are dark and full, casting a tiny shadow on his cheeks whenever he looks down and you frown at the bizarre mixture of feelings that sizzle in your veins.

Jimin is your best friend, and has been for years. He knows everything about you. Literally everything. Probably stuff guys shouldn’t know, but he knows it anyway. Because he’s always been so easy to talk to and non-judgemental.

You’ve never even considered what he looks like because the pictures are so infrequent and you only cared about him talking to you. Hearing him speak alone is a feast for your ears as you continue to talk and idly discuss your classes in the days since you’ve last messaged, light and high when excited yet hoarse and almost gravelly when he gets serious.

But you’d be the dumbest girl in Seoul if you turned round and said Jimin wasn’t attractive. You felt a little stupid when you realised this, given how long you’ve known him. In fact, Jimin was perhaps the most attractive guy you’ve ever seen, and you suddenly felt shy with him as you continue to talk.

Oddly shy, and yet it’s like you’ve always talked face to face. For hours, the conversation flows and you even find yourself doing your homework with the camera facing you, getting Jimin’s help on your maths equations while the two of you discuss dumb stuff.

He even plays his favourite music for you, unfortunately a Chris Brown song, which leads to a whole argument about his music choices. Even if he spends half the argument laughing at your outrage before giving in with raised hands.

You struggle to look at him though, or to at least maintain eye contact with him. Because Jimin is beautiful. And you’re not entirely sure how to handle this information, nor the confused feelings in your body and mind.

21 Years Old

“Hey, are you listening to me?!” Jimin calls out, laughter in his voice as he chastises you for ignoring him. Humming lightly, you focus on painting your final toenail before letting out a tiny noise of success and grinning at him.

Shifting the laptop around, you wiggle your toes while they remain in the pink toe separator, nails a pretty purple that shifts colours to green and gold depending on the light. “Aren’t they pretty?” You ask, letting the camera stay on them before Jimin lets out a gross noise.

“Ew yes, god. Please stop. Please stop showing me your feet. I do not have a foot kink. Even if you do have pretty feet.” You snort at that, letting the laptop fall back onto the bed beside you and angling it so you can see the screen again. Jimin’s sat at his desk, a snapback on his head for some reason as he works on a maths project.

He’s always wearing a damn hat when you call, but he just goes all shy and always says he hasn’t showered. Jimin likes to shower in the morning and be clean for the day, whereas you’re a night person. There’s nothing like going to bed clean.

Which means you argue with him all the time. If he’s so unwilling to show his hair because it’s dirty after his dance or gym or whatever then why not shower at night? But he’d then get defensive and point out that he never asks you to change your routine.

True, but still. His hair always looks so soft, and you want to just see what he’d look like. He makes your heart race anyway, and you have the strongest urge to reach through the screen and move the strands of hair out of his face. But you can’t, because that’s not a real power.

“So what’s up? What’s going on in the ever popular life of Park Jimin?” You ask, leaning back on your mound of pillows while wiggling your eyebrows at him. He snorts quietly, pencil scratching over pencil before he lets out a quiet hum.

“Do I look like I’m being popular right? I’m literally sat doing my homework a week early,” He points the rubber end of the pencil to himself with a sardonic smile. “Your bestie is a nerd remember?”

“A cute nerd.” He looks at you with a soft smile before going back to his work.

“Nothing much anyway. I was...thinking about maybe asking Dami out. I think she likes me, she smells like it.” You look up from your romance book at this with a raised brow. He was always using weird phrases like that.

“She smells like it? Do you mean she looks like it?” Chuckling, you shake your head and completely miss the way Jimin glances at the screen with wide eyes.

“Yeah, yeah that’s what I meant. She smells nice, like oranges. It always makes me feel happy.” Your heart clenches at that, face souring slightly and you mentally chastise yourself. Jimin’s obviously happy with her, and he keeps talking about her a lot so he must like her.

“That’s good. If you like her and she likes you then ask her to be your girlfriend or something. I’m sure you can pull the moves out again. Though...if it’s anything like Jisoo then...maybe don’t.” Jimin’s whining at that, his voice doing that odd noise that you can never replicate as he scowls at the screen before pointing his pencil at it.

“You said you’d never bring that up again!” He scowls, plush bottom lip pushed out enticingly as he give you the most adorable puppy dog eyes.

“It’s not my fault you got so excited you literally peed yourself. Like...seriously bro. What the fuck?” Immediately you’re giggling again, teeth biting at your lip as you try to stop it. He’d not talked to you for a whole three days when he’d admitted he’d done that on his first ever date with Jisoo and you’d laughed so hard you’d cried.

He was a little bit sensitive about stuff like that.

“You’re so mean. Why do I put up with you?” He mutters quietly, rolling his eyes before getting back to his work. His version of giving you the cold shoulder, though he can never last long. Not talking to you is like losing a limb of his. Or so he’d said once.

Or rather, he’d said he’d rather give up jerking off for a week than not talk to you for more than two days.

Sweet, but a very bizarre way to put it.

“Because you love me and you’d be completely lost without me?” You tease lightly, poking your tongue out at him before leaning forward to check on your toenails.

It means you miss the way Jimin stares at the screen looking rather forlorn, lips twisting as he reaches out to touch the screen. “Yeah...that’s right.”

22 Years Old

“Have you been applying for any jobs yet?” Soyeon asks from the couch as you chop vegetables for the dinner you said you’d cook. Why you agreed to that, you have absolutely no idea but finals were almost over and your schedules had finally aligned.

Which meant that you were finally able to hang out instead of just passing each other like two ships in the night every morning and evening. Soyeon was in a pre-med course which meant that she was ridiculously busy whereas you were completing your final exams before you would be able to proudly graduate with a degree in history.

It wasn’t the most interesting of subjects but you’d found it palatable enough and it also offered up a lot of job options after graduation. Or it would, once you actually found the time to apply for the damn things.

As soon as college finished, you’d be moving back home with your parents before heading back one final time to attend your graduation ceremony. They were happy you were coming back, as they hadn’t been pleased when you’d said you wanted to live in Seoul in an apartment with Soyeon in your third year.

Why do you need to leave our perfectly good apartment and waste money on rent there? Is what they’d asked you frequently, and you’d rolled your eyes before spouting off something about wanting to experience financial responsibility and become independent from your parents in important life decisions.

In reality, you just wanted to have somewhere where you could party or brings guys home without having to sneak them around under the watchful eye of your parents. Not that you’d brought many home that is.

Soyeon had teased you relentlessly over the last two years about your lack of action in the romance department, and you’d tried your hardest to joke your way out of it every time. But she wasn’t stupid, and neither were you.

It was hard to invest yourself in a relationship when your heart was invested hundreds of miles away on the other side of the country.

Didn’t mean you couldn’t fulfil the needs of your body though. And you did, because you were a young and successful woman with a healthy sexual appetite.

“Not yet. I still have two exams left and I’ve been too busy studying for them and working. Need to bring in that cash some way.” You say sarcastically, raising a brow at her before scraping the vegetables into the soup broth. Letting it simmer, you head over and flop down on the couch next to her with a heavy sigh before smiling.

“You? Oh wait, never mind. Dumb question. Have you got your internship placement yet?” Soyeon gives a brief smile before running her fingers over her forehead with a deep sigh. She looks tired, and the bags under her eyes are large enough that you could probably fit a whole department store sale in them.

“Not yet. I think they’ll be telling us where we are in a month or so. But I’m just...so ready for the 12-hour shifts and all that crap.” She groans before flopping down further into the sofa, grabbing one of the pale purple pillows and smushing it over her face.

Laughing lightly, you pat her thigh before becoming distracted as your phone vibrates on the coffee table in front of you. Leaning over, you peer at the screen before grabbing it and unlocking it quickly with your thumb print.

“What’s lover boy have to say?” Soyeon asks, teasing laced into every word and when you look up to glare, she’s smirking in amusement. Pushing at her foot as it pokes your stomach, you stick your tongue out childishly.

“He’s not my lover boy. Just my best friend.” You murmur, opening up Kakaotalk and reading over his message before rolling your eyes. “And an idiot.”

Turning the screen, you let her read his latest message.

[6:24PM] Jiminnie 💖: Hey, question…

[6:25PM] Jiminnie 💖: What’s it feel like to have sex?

Soyeon squints as she reads, probably cursing herself for not wearing her reading glasses, before she’s snorting with laughter and rolling back into the couch. Looking at you, she wiggles her brows. “Tell him you’re willing to show him.”

“Shut up!”

[6:27PM] Y/N: Good. That’s why I do it

[6:27PM] Y/N: Why? Does it not feel good for you? You’re not doing it right then

[6:27PM] Y/N: If it’s burning...you might wanna see the doctor

“Do you not even find it weird that he’s asked you that?” She asks, shifting in position till she’s on her side, cheek squished into the pillow as she watches the latest episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians. You’d rather wash your eyes with acid than watch this, but it’s her guilty relaxation programme so you didn’t get to dictate anything to her.

Unfortunately.

“Nope. He’s asked me weirder stuff.” You say distractedly, watching and waiting for him to respond. He’d finished his finals yesterday in Busan, so you had no doubt that he was likely partying it up with his friends before he had to move back into home too.

“You know...if I wasn’t so comfortable in our friendship...I’d feel put out that some guy hundreds of miles away in Busan is closer to you than me,” She pokes you lightly with her toe before smiling. “But it’s good. Unless he breaks your heart. Then I will put my medical knowledge to use.”

[6:32PM] Jiminnie 💖: Haha. Funny

[6:33PM] Jiminnie 💖: No, what does it FEEL like? Like...what does a penis in your vajayjay feel like?

[6:34PM] Y/N: Vajayjay? What are you? Five?

[6:34PM] Jiminnie 💖: Yeah, so answer.

[6:36PM] Y/N: Fine...it feels...like...a dick in your vagina

[6:37PM] Jiminnie 💖: Helpful. Really helpful.

[6:38PM] Y/N: Why do you wanna know?

[6:42PM] Jiminnie 💖: Talking with Taehyung and Jungkook. We wanna know what it feels like, but don’t have anyone to ask except you.

[6:43PM] Y/N: Doesn’t Taehyung have a sister?

[6:44PM] Jiminnie 💖: Omfg yes...but she’s only 19! What kinda sibling relationship do YOU have?

[6:45PM] Y/N: This is true. Okay...it’s like...feeling really full. Uncomfortable if you’re not turned on enough, but...full? And it feels good, but more so when they move. Some girls have a spot that makes it feel even better

[6:45PM] Jiminnie 💖: Do you?

[6:48PM] Y/N: Omfg Jimin. You can’t just ask girls that

[6:48PM] Jiminnie 💖: Well? Do you?

[6:52PM] Y/N: Maybe

[6:54PM] Jiminnie 💖: You so do. We find this fascinating, and yet cannot visualise it at all

[6:55PM] Y/N: So c’mon, what does it feel like for a guy?

[6:56PM] Jiminnie 💖: Well like...tight...hot...wet

You squirm on the sofa at that, thighs clenching together as you suddenly visualise Jimin whispering that into your ear with that deliciously hoarse voice while he’s going deep inside you, hands gripping your thighs.

Shivering, your fingers type on your screen while you glance at Soyeon self-consciously. Nothing like getting horny from texting your best friend while your other best friend lays opposite you. Particularly when neither is aware of what’s going on.

God, would Jimin be texting you this if he knew how you felt about him? Was it even okay to be feeling this for someone you’ve never even met in person? Who knows.

But then you suddenly realise something and look down with wide eyes.

[6:58PM] Y/N: WET? WET?! PARK JIMIN...HOW IS IT WET IF YOU’RE USING A CONDOM? ARE YOU GOING BARE? OMG

[6:59PM] Jiminnie 💖: WHAT? NO...maybe...I mean...maybe once or twice. BUT IT’S OKAY. I SWEAR!

[7:02PM] Y/N: WTF?! JIMIN! YOU’VE NEVER DATED A GIRL FOR MORE THAN 2 MONTHS.

[7:03PM] Y/N: ARE YOU TRYING TO BECOME A YOUNG DAD? OR GET AN STD??

[7:04PM] Jiminnie 💖: Y/N, I swear! It’s okay, I’m okay. Please!

[7:04PM] Jiminnie 💖: I can’t get them from the girls I dated! It’s fine

[7:06PM] Y/N: Wtf do you mean?! Did you get them checked out beforehand or something? Were they on the pill?

[7:08PM] Jiminnie 💖: No, that’s not I mean

[7:09PM] Jiminnie 💖: It just...trust me. Please. I’m okay, I’m clean. I don’t have to worry about kids. It...wasn’t an issue

[7:12PM] Y/N: Jimin...don’t be irresponsible like that.

[7:12PM] Jiminnie 💖: I’m sorry 😞 I didn’t mean to make you worry

[7:13PM] Y/N: I love you Jimin, I don’t want you to do something that you’ll regret just for a moment of pleasure okay? You’re my best friend, I care about you ❤️

[7:15PM] Jiminnie 💖: Yeah...you’re my best friend too. Sorry.

Sighing heavily, you drop your phone to your side on the couch before getting up to check on the soup that’s cooking. It’s so hard to hear Jimin talk about girls and dates, all with the knowledge that you want to love him in the exact way he seems to so desperately crave.

But he’s just your best friend.

Your best friend who apparently has unprotected sex with women. It makes you heart hurt for two reasons. One, because you’re worried he’ll do something stupid and get hurt. Two, because despite you reaming him out, there’s a part of you that’s jealous of the girls he sleeps with like that.

Which is ridiculously dumb and you curse to yourself quietly, hitting your head with a spoon until you wince at the pain and rub at the area. Putting it down and staring at the soup is as it cooks, you let out a long sigh that feels like it comes from your stomach.

You may be graduating university and entering the real world, but you were still clueless on what to do with Jimin. Because he owns a rather large piece of real estate in your heart now without even realising it. Does he even realise the important thing he has in his grasp?

[7:25PM] Jiminnie 💖: I love you too. ❤️

23 Years Old

Shuffling around on the spot, you contemplate whether you look more casual resting against the large LED sign currently advertising skin lotion or if it looks like you’re trying too hard. Crossing your ankles definitely was trying too hard but you felt like you didn’t know what to do with your limbs.

It felt like you were a big bag full of ants that were currently crawling under your skin. As soon as that metaphor runs through your mind, you shake your head with a grimace before patting your cheeks lightly.

“You can do this, it’s fine. It’s just...it’s just your childhood penpal that you’ve accidentally fallen in love with over the years. No big deal.” And it really wasn’t, because you’d been wanting to meet Jimin for 15 years now.

No amount of letters which eventually turned into emails, leading further into texts and Skype calls could ever compare to seeing someone in person.

You’d done your time of loving Jimin from afar. Surely you should be allowed to do so up close right? He was perhaps the sweetest and most loyal person you’d ever met, even if you’d never met him properly.

But he was Jimin. Your Jimin. And if there was one thing you knew about him, it was that he would be so upset to know that he’d made you feel awkward or nervous. His sweet nature would mean he’d spend the rest of the day giving you those obscenely large puppy dog eyes as he tried to make you smile.

The vibration of your phone in your hand distracts you and you look down with a smile that slowly spreads into a grin as you read the message that pops up, even if there’s a thread of confusion to you.

[1:02PM] Jiminnie 💖: Turn around 😊 Please don’t be mad

Almost immediately you’re spinning around, a scream of pure excitement ready to burst out of your throat when you notice two things that make your eyes widen while you step back in shock.

Firstly, Park Jimin is far more attractive in real life than on camera or in his pictures. He’s taller than he always makes out and you’re a little surprised to find yourself peering up at him. Despite this though, he looks just as slim and lean as you’d always thought.

As if you could just pick him up and spin him around. That does nothing to disguise the toned muscles you eye through his skin tight jeans, leading you to believe that his arms and torso must be equally as buff. Well, he was always doing some form of exercise as it seemed like he had endless amounts of energy.

Jimin’s face is also a work of art, cherubic in its innocence and statuesque in its beauty. Soft, rounded cheeks are tinged a sweet dusky pink that compliments his healthy golden tan, offset by the angular lines of his jaw and his plush lips that he licks at nervously.

You’d always thought that Jimin’s eyes were so sweet and kind, filled with a love that he simply couldn’t hide and you could see that even better now up close. He truly radiated joy and happiness to see you, but there was a ridiculous amount of tension in his body.

And between you both suddenly.

Because the second thing you noticed was atop his head. In amongst the familiar ruffled strands of dark honey-blonde hair are two floppy ears, silky smooth fur a shade or so darker and providing a pleasing contrast to his natural hair colouring. The texture of the fur matches his hair, as if he’s had a shower and spent the time running his hands through it till it’s dried in soft curls and waves.

The hesitant movement of something from behind leads you to peering around him, noting a tail with fur as dark as his ears. It wags slowly yet is very close to his legs, as if he’s unsure whether to be happy or worried.

Jimin is a hybrid.

You’re not sure whether to feel shock, betrayal or excitement at this revelation. He had told you that he had something important to tell you when you met, but you’d just thought that he would was going to say he loved you. Like you were going to tell him.

Not that...that he wasn’t even the same species as you. Or was he? Hybrids were humans right? Or at least part human.

It was with a touch of shame that you realised you weren’t too up on your hybrid knowledge. They had been integrated into human society for a century now. There was no one alive who remembered the days when hybrid’s were created in labs and sold to humans to be treated as glorified servants or pets and used for whatever heinous thing their owner wanted.

No, hybrids had long become normal members of society. They owned property and businesses across the country, educated themselves at the same halls of learning that humans did, were integral members of the government and even had families with other hybrids and humans.

It had taken them fifty years to get their full legal status, and since then they had just quietly integrated. Hybrids were born from other hybrids now, no longer being bred or forcibly bred in captivity.

And while there were humans who still resented the presence of hybrids amongst them in all levels of society, the vast majority had accepted it. Or...as well as humanity could accept anything that was different to them.

Your ignorance was horrifically embarrassing now, and you wanted to go back in time to when you first started writing to Jimin and tell yourself to learn everything you could about hybrids. Because this was Jimin, and it was an intrinsic part of him that he’d obviously felt the need to hide.

Why, you didn’t know. That was something he would need to tell you. At least you now knew why he always wore beanies or hats whenever he video called you. Or why his pictures always cut off at a certain point.

In fact, many of the things he’d said over the years were suddenly starting to make sense and you felt ashamed that you’d never clicked on faster.

“Jimin?” You ask slowly, confusion threaded so deeply into the word as you let it escape your mouth. Almost as if he can tell the emotional rollercoaster you’re going on, he dips his head quickly in response.

A flash of his tongue lets you see him wet his lips while his throat works as he swallows.

“Hi. I’m sorry...about this,” He gestures vaguely to himself and you frown instantly, recognising the negative tone to his voice. Despite your shock about his secrecy about something so important, you feel the intrinsic need to step forward and comfort him. Reassure him that he’s okay.

Though you’re not sure what you’re reassuring him for exactly, so you move forward anyway and place a hand lightly on his arm. He’s got a navy blue hoodie on with a white shirt peeking out from underneath, and you admire the softness of the fabric for a moment before peering up at him and giving him a tiny smile.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m sure you’ve got a reasonable explanation. How about...how about we go grab a coffee and then we can find a bench or something? And...we can talk. Because...I’m really going to need an explanation here Jimin. This is not what I was expecting.” His tail had begun to wave enthusiastically at your words and from the deepening pink on his cheeks, you suspect he’s embarrassed that its doing so.

Which is silly. Even you know that dog hybrids can control their tails to a degree but that extreme emotions override any control they may have.

“Sorry.” Gently pushing at his arm and giving him a reassuring smile, you lead him towards a chain coffee shop before tutting at him.

“Please stop apologising Jimin. Please? You know me. You know I’m not going to judge you, I’m just...shocked. I wasn’t expecting this because...well you’ve never made any mention of it before.” You’re positive that he can practically smell the surprise on you at this point, but he just chews at his lip nervously while you enter the coffee shop.

Neither of you get chance to talk after that until after you’ve both grabbed your drinks in to-go cups, a caramel frappuccino for you and a gingerbread cappuccino for him. Why they were selling gingerbread stuff in September, you had no idea.

Either way, the two of you awkwardly head back outside to find somewhere that was a little more private to have what you suspected was going to be one of the most important discussions in your entire friendship with Jimin. And you’d discussed boys with him and sex, so this was big.

After a few minutes of searching around, the two of you settle onto a wooden bench in the middle of the leafy park in silence. It’s pretty here, and you can see the small pond just past the trees on the other side of the path, a few ducks quacking along with two swans gliding along the surface elegantly.

There’s a couple of families sat around the edge, some feeding the ducks pieces of bread despite the warning signs while others enjoy homemade picnics on cute blankets. It’s all so domestic that you can’t help but let out a deep sigh and you relax back, inhaling the delightful scent of nature.

“I’m a King Charles Cocker Spaniel hybrid. Pure. My family can trace our origins back to the very first lab hybrids in our lineage two hundred and sixty years ago. I’m proud of being a hybrid...I want you to know that firstly,” He looks at you seriously, his mahogany eyes filled with a surprising amount of fierceness and you nod slowly. “I just...I’d never had a friend who didn’t know what I was. And despite what humans say and think, there’s still some discrimination there. I just...I don’t know, wanted to talk to you without being asked dumb questions about myself.”

Playing with the cardboard wrap around your cup, you let out a sigh of frustration. “Jimin...why didn’t you just tell me? Surely over 15 years you knew that I wasn’t going to be mad or push you away? I mean...okay I’m a little mad now because you didn’t tell me for that long. But...did I give the impression that I’d react negatively to you or something?”

His ears droop a little at that and you watch in fascination. Jimin’s entire demeanour is timid and filled with trepidation, his slight shoulders hunched in while his tail curls around himself almost protectively.

“N-no...but...when you’ve lied consistently for years then it’s hard to tell the truth. I’m really sorry, I feel so ashamed of myself. Especially when you’d look so happy to see me and I’d be lying saying I was cold in the middle of summer or something. I’m so sorry. I never lied about anything else. This was the only thing.” He shifts in his seat and you can see the desperate need in his eyes to make you see that was being serious.

Sighing quietly, you reach out and place a hand on his thigh. The movement feels oddly natural to say you’ve never met in person, and yet it feels new at the same time. Fizzing excitement in your stomach kind of new.

For a moment, you get distracted at the feel of his firm muscles under the denim fabric, tensing up at your touch while your fingers idly trace unintelligible symbols there. You’re finally doing what you’d dreamt of, hoped of for so long and you can’t help the tiny smile that appears as you do so.

“Jimin...it’s a shock, yes. But only because you lied. The Jimin I know doesn’t lie. Or I guess he does?” There’s a touch of insecurity to your voice suddenly as your mind races through all your interactions with him over the years, wondering if perhaps he’d lied about other things despite what he said.

Immediately though Jimin is placing his cup on the bench before grabbing your hands and tugging them to his chest with a horror-stricken face, head shaking so hard it’s making his hair and ears fly endearingly.

“No, no. I never lied about anything else! This was it! The only thing. It’s not even that important. I have ears and a tail, I have better sense of smell and hearing along with a few traits that still linger but...that’s it. I’m still Jimin. I still love mint ice cream and action films and comic books. I still went to college and studied math, just like I said. I have a job here in Seoul as a maths teacher. I swear, I haven’t lied about anything else. I’m not expecting you to accept this instantly, but please. Please don’t leave me.”

You look him over carefully, noting the sheen of tears in his eyes as he pleads with you to understand him and accept him. His origin wasn’t really that important, not when you’d gotten to know him so well over the years. But still…

“It hurts Jimin. I’m not gonna lie. You lied about something so...fundamental about you. It’s not like you’ve lied all these years about green being your favourite colour instead of yellow. This is who you are. And I don’t know what to think right now. Are you ashamed of yourself?”

He shakes his head vehemently at that, his fingers stroking the smooth skin of your hand gently as he focuses on them. “No. I have no reason to be. I have good friends back home and some who moved here too. I have a family who loves me, and being hybrid has never really been brought up. I just...I was a dumb kid who made a stupid decision that I didn’t know how to escape.”

“Jimin...you should have just told me. I wouldn’t have minded. I don’t mind now really. Your ears and tail are adorable, and a lot of the things you’ve said over the years make sense suddenly. I’m just...hurt that you never felt the need to tell me if you’re proud of yourself.” His head dips low at that, lips pouting cutely.

“Because I loved writing to you at first, and pretending to be something I’m not. But then I just loved writing to you. It relaxed me and you knew everything about me, even the stuff my friends and family didn’t. Everything except one of my most defining traits. But I didn’t want to ruin anything because I couldn’t handle the idea that you’d just...ghost me. Because by then I loved talking to you, but I also loved you too.” His confession is everything you’d been hoping for before you’d turned around, only with the addition of a sad apology.

Looking closely at his face, you take in the attractive sight up close in person for once instead of through a pixelated or lagging screen. His eyes are so large and expressive as they watch you carefully with nerves, but you know that when he smiles hard or laughs so intensely he folds over that those pretty eyes almost vanish in happiness.

It’s as you look closely into them, that you realise he’s still your Jimin. Still the Jimin who had terrible spelling when he was only 8 years old and didn’t really know how to articulate himself. Still the Jimin who excitedly wrote to you at 14 to tell you about his first kiss then obviously got embarrassed halfway through. He was still the man who’s voice had gone soft and shy the first time you ever called each other and who’s cheeks had turned a cherry red upon your first video call.

He was your Jimin. Just not with a whole new aspect that you got to explore.

“You love me?” Is all you ask, because it’s all you really care about right now. Jimin can never change what he is, but his feelings can change if you hurt him too much.

He’s quiet for a moment before slowly nodding, that nut-brown hair falling into his eyes as he does so. “I didn’t move all the way to Seoul because they needed maths teachers. I did it because you’re here. And...I wanted to be something more than just your best friend.”

Smiling brightly, you give in to your instinct and reach up to brush it out of his eyes, marvelling at how fluffy the strands feel. Your eyes flick up to his ears, the fur shining healthily and you get the urge to stroke them too. But even you know that no one touches a hybrids animal aspects without permission. They’re often highly personal or sensitive areas and will react badly normally.

But despite never meeting each other before, Jimin knows you perhaps better than you know yourself. And he must read your curiosity on your face as he tilts his head slightly till your fingers butt the base of one; a silent permission for you to touch them.

Hesitantly, you run one finger along the impossibly velvet soft fur on one ear. Without even realising, you’re smiling brightly at how nice it feels. Turning your hand over, you let the backs of your fingers stroke along each ear slowly and simply admire how soft they are.

It’s only then that you notice the way Jimin is leaning closer to you with each stroke, eyes closed and a dopey smile on his face as you do so. You like your hair being stroked and find the feeling therapeutic, so you can only imagine how this feels for Jimin.

Smiling to yourself, you lean forward before you press a sweet kiss to the apple of his cheeks. Almost immediately he jerks away, eyes wide with shock while a hand presses to said cheek as he looks you over.

Moving your hands, you let one rest lightly on his thigh before the other moves to his slim waist as you give him a grin filled with mischief and a tiny bit of nerves. “Your ears are very soft. I hope you’d be okay with me stroking them more.”

Jimin’s lip open and close repeatedly for a moment, the dog hybrid doing a marvellous impression of a fish before he points at himself. “Me? You...you’re okay with me? And what I said?”

Nodding, you shuffle closer to him until you gingerly lean against him, head on his shoulder and take in his clean scent. “Yes. I mean...we’re going to have work on this whole lying to me for fifteen years thing but...yeah. You’re still my Jiminnie. And I still love you just as much as I did before. But no lying to me from now on. I mean it. I won’t forgive it a second time.”

He’s silent then, the atmosphere full of shock and shy nerves between you both. Leaning your head further into his shoulder, you inhale deeply and just take him in for the first time. There’s no overwhelming scent of cologne, but you expect he likely wouldn’t like using most because of his sensitive nose. Most hybrids have to have specially made colognes and perfumes.

Almost immediately your eyes widen as you gasp in shock. “Jimin! You let me send you cologne all the damn time for presents! You couldn’t even use it!”

His shoulder moves rapidly underneath your cheek as he laughs quietly, shaking his head before he shifts till you’re looking up at him. “I appreciated the thought. Asking for hybrid cologne would have given me away. And it got put to use! My friends, Jungkook and Namjoon, are human so they used them. I loved every one you sent though, and even if they were too strong for me...I liked them.”

“Park Jimin! You...you need to tell me what you like. So I can buy you that.” Your lip sticks out almost petulantly as you look up at him, feeling oddly childish with the excitement of what was obviously a relationship between you and the man you’ve loved for years. Neither of you feel the need to ask explicitly, because you just know.

He watches you for a moment with amusement, his tail thumping against the bench and betraying his own happiness as his eyes crease into those familiar shapes that you love and adore so much. A tiny giggle leaves his mouth, high pitched enough to make him squeak before he leans forward and presses the softest kiss to your lips.

It’s nothing major, and yet your first proper kiss with him takes your breath away all the same. Because it’s everything you’ve imagined for years. And yet nothing like what you’ve imagined, because it’s so much more than you could’ve hoped for.

Sighing into him, you lean forward and increase the pressure on his lips until he lets out a tiny gasp of a moan against you, breath puffing against your skin as he pulls away. Leaning his forehead against yours, the two of you simply take in the moment before looking at each other with shy exhilaration rushing through your veins.

“I like you,” He whispers, so close you can feel each word brush your lips and your own spread into a sweet smile. “No, I love you. So...you’re enough for me.”

Watching him so closely, you note how his mahogany eyes have a touch of whiskey amber in the centre, spreading out slowly in a burst of colour. Bringing up a finger, you trace over the impossibly soft skin of his lower lip before you kiss him once more with a tiny giggle.

“I love you too Jiminnie. At least you didn’t pee yourself.”

“Really? Maybe I take it back.”

“No! Don’t. Please. It was sweet.”

“Shut up and just kiss me. Please.”

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Secrets Out-Chapter 1

Chapter Summary: Natasha and Clint have a secret. Fury and Tony think Natasha is trading state secrets. Steve has more faith in them.

Rating: E 18+ Only!

Word count: 2,030

Warnings for this chapter: Little bit of Torture, Drugged/Roofies, Oral Sex, Protective!Natasha, Protective!Clint

Pairings: Clint x Jessica (OFC) , Natasha x OFC, Clint x Natasha, Clint x Natasha x OFC,

**I do not consent to my work being shared on any other site than it’s original posting by me. Reblogs are accepted and food for my soul.**

AN: ‘word’- thoughts 'Italicized'=Communication

Reader’s POV as this was originally written as a reader insert

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"They just left the compound, Sir. Do you want me to follow them?"

"No, send me the coordinates." Steve grabs his jacket and heads towards the elevator.

"Rogers."

"You can think what you want but there is no way she's turned on us." The elevator doors close before Fury could offer any further argument.

"She's not home." Clint looks at the note left propped up facing the window. It's her go to whenever she's dragged away by her friends.

"Where?"

"Some club downtown. Shall we wait?"

"No," Natasha looks at the car parked down the road. "Steve can give us a ride."

He'd like to say he's surprised when Natasha walks right up to the car and waits for him to unlock it before sliding into the passenger seat, but he's not. Clint slips into the back and rattles off an address.

"Nat.."

"Drive. Or we can get there another way, and you won't find us." She slips the tracker into the empty cup holder.

Steve sighs and starts the car, "That wasn't me."

"I know."

At a red light, Steve glances towards the back to see Clint unbuttoning the top of his shirt and start messing with his hair. He shoots Natasha a look and she shrugs.

"So, where are we going?"

"Clubbing."

"You snuck out of the compound to go clubbing?"

"We didn't sneak."

"And no." Clint adds but offers nothing else. The rest of the ride is quiet.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"Already have one." You tilt the half-empty cup not bothering to look at the guy beside you.

"Your next one?"

"Look," Turning away from watching your friends, you look at the guy. He seems alright. A bit on the muscular side, cropped hair. Definitely military. "Thanks for the offer but I am only here to make sure she's okay and makes it home." You gesture with the cup to your friend before bringing it back to your side, elbow leaning on the bar behind you. "You're cute. I'm sure you'll find someone but that someone isn't me." Looking him in the eyes, you don't notice the guy on your other side slip something into your cup.

"Fair enough. Mind if I sit here while I try and find someone else?"

Rolling your eyes, you take a sip. "Free country." You watch your friends dancing and finish your drink within the next few songs. Glancing at your watch, you see it's past midnight. You've done your obligatory outing for a few hours. The song ends and you put your cup on the bar. Sliding off the chair, you lean back into the stool.

"Whoa."

"You okay Jessica?"

"Yeah." Wait, did he just say my name? No, there's no way, I never even told him my name..

Shaking your head, you tilt to the side.

"I got you." He wraps your arm around his shoulder. "Come on."

"What? No."

He lifts you then and your head rolls back. It takes all your strength to lift it and look towards the dance floor, but you don't find your friends. You look past them and see Clint, Natasha, and is that Captain America?

"Clint."

Natasha pushes her way through the crowd near the door and looks around, sighing.

"Where is she?"

"There." Steve is pointing across the club towards the bar. He doesn't wait for confirmation and starts pushing his way through.

Clint's heart clenches as he watches some stranger carry you towards a hallway in the back. . All three Avengers give up on being careful at this point as they start shoving and pushing through the crowd, trying to reach you.

"How'd you know it's her?" Nat yells over the music.

"She said Clint's name."

They burst through the throng of people and don't pause as they head straight towards the hallway. The back door is cracked, and they run towards it. Natasha has a gun in hand as they exit the building and Steve doesn't even bother to ask where it was hidden.

They spot an SUV at the end of the alleyway. There was the man hanging out of the door, like he was waiting for them. He flicks them off, and the vehicle is speeding away before Natasha could get more then a shot off.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! Not only was Black Widow and Hawkeye there, but so was Captain America. She has to be a Super or something." The voices are foggy and your head is pounding.

"This is the third bag. If she was going to mutate, she should have done so by now."

"This will do it, it has too. Either that or kill her. Come on, let's go get lunch." You hear footsteps and then a door close.

You open your eyes before slamming them back shut. 'Ow.' Taking a deep breath, you slowly crack one eye open. It's slow going but you manage to get both eyes open.

'Where am I? Think...what was the last thing you remember. Kelsey dragging you out..the club!'

"Oh my God," it comes out as a whisper. "He drugged me! But how?" You try to remember anything else. "Clint." Clint and Tasha were there..weren't they? No, they would have stopped this. You feel your heart rate spike up and you start to sweat. "Deep breath." It takes a few tries but the beeping from the machine slows back to a steady beep. Machine?

You look around, finally taking stock of the place you're locked up in. You notice a lot of lab equipment surrounding you. "What the fuck?" 'Are they trying to steal a kidney or something?' Looking down, you see you're in a hospital gown and something in your stomach turns sour. You shift a bit and rub your hand along your hip the best you can. There! You feel the band of your underwear and let out a sigh.

'Clint! Where are you? I knew I shouldn't have gone out.' You hear a sound outside of the door and quickly close your eyes. 'Clint. Clint, will find me. He'll figure out something is wrong...whenever he comes back from his mission.' You push the ugly voice away that reminds you that you sometimes go half a year without seeing him. Even if they can't see me, Nat said she keeps tabs on me. They'll know. They'll find me. 'Clint!'

"Jessie?"

Everyone stops talking and looks to the window where Clint was sharpening his arrows.

"Yeah, that's who we're looking for. You know, the girl you had to keep secret instead of just saying, "Hey, we're going to see an old friend." Tony snarks.

'Clint!'

'Jessica.'

Your eyes snap open but it's not just the roof you're seeing. Just in front of it, like a faded image, you're looking out a window. Glancing down you see an arrow in your hand. You blink, and it's gone.

'Clint!'

"Jess, can you hear me?" You nod, even though he can't see you.

"Clint buddy, no one's in there." Clint turns his head, but when Steve meets his gaze he's met with one brown eye and one blue.

"Jess, where are you?"

'I don't know. Some old warehouse I think?'

"Clint..Jessica.." Natasha kneels down in front of him. "Clint, can you see her?"

"No, I hear her though." He gestures to his head.

"Great, he's going crazy." Tony mutters and walks over to the wet bar.

"She's in an old warehouse. Brown or red brick." He closes his eyes, "Can you hear or see anything?"

Closing your eyes, you try to focus your senses. Straining your ears, you just about give up when you hear a faint train blow.

"She hears a train, but it's far away."

"We're coming for you Jess. Hold on."

"I'm trying." You whisper and your body sags. Whatever hallucination that was, took what little strength you had left and you feel yourself slip into unconsciousness.

"I don't get it." The tec looks at the readout from the past two hours. "Look right here, not long after we left. A spike, that should have been it." He looks at you with eyes narrowed. You watch him blankly, refusing to answer questions. "Maybe Kevin is right. All you need is some pain."

The other man in the room perks up at his name. Standing he cracks his knuckles as he walks over. His eyes roam your length and you can't help curling your lip in disgust.

"Pain man, does it every time." He runs his finger down your cheek in mock affection. "Where should we start? Hmm Sweetheart? Here?" He slaps you across the face and you can't stop the gasp. "Maybe somewhere else?" He starts to pull the gown up.

"No!" You strain against the cuffs trying to twist away.

Goon one rests his hand on Keven's arm, "All you have to do is tell us. What happened?"

"Nothing." You hear a flick of metal and the next thing you know, Kevin is cutting the sleeves of the gown and pulling the material away. "Nothing happened! I woke up and freaked out."

"Too bad." Before he finishes speaking, he is cutting three shallow cuts along your ribs. "Try again." Tears well up but you refuse to let them spill. Taking a deep breath, you turn away looking at the ceiling. Kevin laughs, "That's fine with me Sweetheart. I have more fun this way." The knife splits your skin again, three more cuts.

"Show us what you can do, and this stops." The lab rat watches as Kevin moves to your other side. Running the blade across your chest Kevin tilts his head. You close your eyes as he pulls the knife away and can't stop the shout of surprise as he punches you in the kidney twice. A tear slips and he leans in close.

"See, I don't think he's right. I don't think you're a super nor did any of this shit turn you into anything. Know what that means?" The knife digs into your leg. "That means I get to have all the fun I want with you." Pulling the knife out he runs it up your side cutting the band of your underwear.

There are shouts from outside the room and you look towards the door with the other two as it bursts open and more goons come in with guns. "Get ready to move her."

"What? No. We can't. This is a cru-" The rest of his sentence is cut off with a gurgle. Goon one falls and you barely catch the site of an arrow sticking out of his neck.

There's gun shots and you look towards where they are aiming.

"Tosh." You mutter. The next thing you know you're looking down at yourself as you fall two stories from the window. 'Wait, fall?!' You look down and land hard rolling. 'Shit!' You slam your eyes close and hope you didn't just hurt Natasha.

"Jessica? You with me?" You hear a few minutes later. Hands are unbinding you but you refuse to open your eyes. "Look at me Princess." You shake your head.

"Why not?"

"I don't..I don't want to hurt anyone."

"You're not going to hurt anyone." You feel something wrap around your leg and you groan.

"Nat.."

"Were you looking through her? She's fine. Kicking ass, look." He sits you up and another groan escapes you. Reluctantly you open your eyes and meet his.

"There you are." He cups your cheek and give you a quick peck. Gotta get out of here. Hold on to me." He picks you up and turns.

Most of the goons are down. Only three, no two left fighting. Natasha taking her time while the most of the team watches.

"Natasha." Captain America reprimands from where he stands, having just retrieved his shield. "End it." A kick and two shots later and she is turning towards you. Slipping the gun in the holster, she walks up running her eyes over you, categorizing each wound.

"Let's get you home." A sheet is handed over to her, and she drapes it across you. You feel her hand in your hair but it's gone so fast you wonder if you imagined it.

Part Two

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Bonus Chapter Preview

SK8TERBOY - Skaterboy!Yeosang/Soft!Reader Social Media AU ft. side pairing: Seonghwa/OC

Genre: Pure fluff (possible smut has yet to be determined)

A.N. HERE’S THAT SNIPPET OF SEONGHWA AND SUMIRE’S DATE IN SK8TERBOY! I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT THE PREVIEW FOR NOW! The full thing and Chapter 5 of SK8TERBOY will be posted soon I just don’t have an exact date for them.

Italics = Japanese

Summary: A nice date between Seonghwa and his adorable girlfriend, Sumire. And a lot of undisclosed (fluffy) feelings on his end.

Masterlist.

BONUS PREVIEW!!!

“You’re early, I thought we were going to meet at the cafe?” She asked as she moved to the side to let him in. He stepped inside and took his shoes off and followed her.

“I know,” he said, “I was just too excited to wait that I decided to come here first.” A small mew was heard as he glanced down and saw the gray and white ragamuffin kitten pawing at his legs. With a smile, he reached down and picked up the kitten with ease, “Hey, Iroha,” he cooed as he pressed his lips to the kitten’s head.

“Don’t spoil her too much,” Sumire said, “She still needs to eat breakfast first,” she said and headed into the kitchen while he followed and took a seat by the dining table with Iroha settled on top of the table.

“Okay, okay,” he let out a small chuckle as he watched Sumire start to prepare Iroha’s meal. Usually, she would give Iroha her standard meal, but since they’ll be on their date for most of the day, Sumire decided to give her a special meal for being left alone with Yusung to watch over her.

Once she was done, she placed Iroha’s meal on her plate and called out to her, “Iroha, come and eat,” she cooed. Seonghwa placed Iroha down on the ground so the kitten wouldn’t hurt herself as she attempted to jump down from the tabletop and watched as the kitten made her way over to Sumire’s feet.

The sight itself made Seonghwa’s heart swell as he watched Sumire continue to coo at the kitten in her native tongue. He sneakily took his phone out and started to record the scene before him, wanting to replay the scene whenever he got the chance. It was just so domestic seeing her act like this, god it made him weak.

“Iroha, come and eat,” Sumire continues cooing as she led the kitten toward her own corner with a bowl of water and set the plate down. Seonghwa was practically cooing himself as he watched Iroha start eating while Sumire had a bright smile and pets Iroha’s back.

“Ugh, you’re being too loud,” a low voice grumbles as they all turned to see Yusung with his hair messier than usual as it was in all sorts of directions, although his eyes brightened when he saw Iroha. “Oh, Iroha-chan, are you ready to spend the day with uncle Sungie?” he asked as he went over to Sumire’s side.

“Don’t spoil her today while I’m gone, idiot,” she said as she nudged him with her shoulder.

“Ah how cold, you should have more faith in me, Sumi! I promise to take care of Iroha-chan while you’re out on your date with the best friend stealer,” Yusung pouted.

“ ’Best friend stealer’?” Seonghwa frowned, “Wait, do you mean me?!” He gawked at Yusung.

“Who else would I be talking about? She’s my best friend and you stole her attention away from me,” Yusung mocked pouted as he held Iroha in his arms once the kitten finished eating as Sumire excused herself to her room to get ready.

“We’ve known each other since high school!” Seonghwa said, feigning hurt. It was true, despite that the two never really talked much with one another until recently.

“And it took you how many years to ask Sumi to be your girlfriend?” Yusung raised a brow at him. Seonghwa opened his mouth to argue, but close it as he felt his cheeks burning. He was the only person (not counting his annoying roommates and friends) to know how long he had been pinning after Sumire, but he had been too shy and nervous up until they were partnered by their literature professor last year.

He still thanks Professor Kim for the opportunity, allowing him to finally ask out the love of his life.

“Alright, touche,” Seonghwa muttered, glancing away from Yusung.

“Touche on what?” Sumire asked as she finished changing and walked over to them.

“Nothing, just talking about when we were in high school,” Seonghwa said. Yusung had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he decided to tease the hell out of Seonghwa now.

“Speaking of high school, remember when you dyed your hair blonde and got that lip piercing because you thought Sumi would notice you if you stood out more?” Yusung chirped, his usually teasing tone in his voice, “It was hilarious to see you attempt that bad boy persona too!” Seonghwa’s face now had a red hue across his cheeks as he stood up suddenly. He did not want to hear his taboo past especially with his girlfriend around.

“Okay! I think that’s enough reminiscing for one day!” He said as he grabbed Sumire’s hand and led her towards the door, “Come on, Sumi, let’s go don’t want to be late for our date, right?” He rushed out as he pushed her out the door.

“Good luck on your date love birds! Don’t do anything I would do! Especially you, lover boy!” Yusung snickered as he waved Iroha’s paws at them. Seonghwa glared at Yusung, mouthing the words ‘I’ll kill you if you say anymore!’ before closing the door.

Sumire had a small pout on her lips, tilting her head at Seonghwa, “What was that about?” she asked confused as to what Yusung was blabbing about. Seonghwa still had a slightly flushed face before shaking his head.

“It’s probably nothing, you know how he is,” he said. Sumire hummed as she paused before speaking up.

“You had a lip piercing?” She asked.

“Uh, well...” Seonghwa felt nervous as he glanced away from her stare, “I mean I used to...” He glanced over at her and almost let out a small gasp when she placed her hands on his cheeks. She leaned close, eyes squinting as her thumb ran over his lips. He shuddered as he parted his lips slightly as she continued to stare at his lips.

“It doesn’t look like you had one,” she mutters.

“Y-you know, if you wanted an excuse to touch my lips, you could have asked,” he said. Despite the small stutter, he felt a sense of pride when she stared at him with wide eyes as her cheeks turned red and quickly moved away.

“Sorry!” She squeaked, “I was just curious when Yusung said you had a lip piercing before and-” she cuts herself off and turns away, placing her face in her hands, “Oh god, I’m sorry-”

Before she could continue, Seonghwa moved to face her and placed his hands on her cheeks, “You’re so cute when you’re flustered, babe,” he said as leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. Her cheeks were burning as she shut her eyes tights, too embarrassed to look at him when he pulled away.

“So? Did it feel like I had a lip piercing?” He asked with a teasing grin.

“Ah! Shut up!” She shrieked and hit his arm repeatedly, “Forget I asked, I’m going back home now!” She turned to walk back into the apartment when Seonghwa wrapped his arms around her, preventing her from reaching the door.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He said with a smile, suppressing his giggles, “Sorry, you just looked so cute, I couldn’t help but want to tease you for a bit.”

“How could you pull a Yusung on me,” Sumire pouted, “After all the times I defended you whenever you make a fool out of yourself in front of the others,” she faked a tear.

“Hey! I do not make a fool out of myself!” He protested.

“Last week you literally asked for the others’ permission to take me out on a date today,” She pouted, making him glance away sheepishly.

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled, “I guess maybe I do make a fool out of myself sometimes, but it’s all for you baby,” he said, but she continued to pout at him, “Stop pouting, what’s it gonna take for you to stop with the cute pouty lips?”

Sumire paused for a second before looking away shyly and muttered softly, “Maybe another kiss?” Seonghwa smiled, but he wanted her to say it again. Despite it being a year being with him, she still felt nervous and anxious around him when it comes to being affectionate, but Seonghwa never once pushed the pace of their relationship as he wanted her to be comfortable around him.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you,” he leaned closer to her, pressing his forehead against hers. Her cheeks were burning again as she nervously glanced away.

“Hmm, maybe...another kiss?” She asked shyly. Seonghwa grinned, feeling his heart quicken.

“If that’s what it’ll take for you to quit pouting then...” he leaned forward, capturing her lips with his again. They stayed like this for a few more seconds before they heard a coo along with the sound of a flash going off.

Pulling away, they two looked over and saw Suzaku with a grin on his face as he held his phone out, “Aw, you two love birds are adorable,” he cooed.

“How long have you been there?!” Sumire gawked as the redness in her cheeks returned.

“Long enough to see you caress Seonghwa’s lips with your thumbs!” Suzaku giggled, “Didn’t think you had the guts to take the initiative first, Sumi-chan!”

“You saw that?!” She squawked.

“The whole thing, sweetie!” Suzaku snickered, “Don’t worry though, your senpai will make sure to keep it a secret from the others that you made the first move on your boyfriend-”

“Ah! Don’t say anymore!” Sumire cried as she covered her face, “Come on, Seonghwa we have a cafe to get to!” She rushed out as she tugged on the other’s arms, wanting to be as far away from here as possible now. Seonghwa chuckled as she hastily pulled on his arm to get away from the scene.

“Sure, babe, just give me a second,” he said letting her arm go as she started to walk ahead, he then turned to Suzaku with a shy smile on his face, “Um...so that picture you took...”

“Don’t worry lover boy, I’ll send you the picture right now,” Suzaku chuckled as he sent Seonghwa the picture of him and Sumire kissing. When Seonghwa glanced down at his phone, he felt his heart swell when he saw the photo. The two them in each others’ arms as they kissed, he wanted more moments like this with her. Oh god, he was so soft for her.

“Seonghwa, are you coming or what?” Hearing her voice, he bid his goodbyes to Suzaku and caught up with Sumire, heading towards the cafe to start their date with her hand in his.

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Ko-Fi Commission: LeaseBound

Leasebound is a “gender-critical” (TERF) webcomic that attained notoriety after releasing a chapter with hateful depictions of trans people, leading to it getting banned from Smack Jeeves. It’s currently self-hosted on a comic press site without a cast page, archive, or even menu, and doesn’t appear to have a patreon (and likely won’t, given its content). It’s a small enough comic that I wouldn’t normally feel comfortable reviewing it, except that the creator explicitly encouraged me to and appears to be getting off on the bad press.

The story starts with two characters finding out that they both rented the same apartment because the landlord was incompetent and double booked it.

And this particular landlord doesn’t have any other rooms available. There’s a host of logical objections to this set up, such as

Isn’t this fraud on the part of the landlord?

Wouldn’t a major deception like this void the lease?

Why don’t the women move to some other landlord’s apartment and sue the shit out of the woman who sold them a single apartment and surprised them with a roommate?

How does a huge apartment complex with at least 18 rooms have two people booking rooms that don’t talk to each other?

Is the groundskeeper also doing the paperwork and background checks? You don’t buy an apartment at the apartment store, it’s like a whole process.

Isn’t this just the fanfic “but there was only one bed!” trope taken to an even more illogical extreme?

But that road leads to becoming CinemaSins, so let’s just acknowledge that the premise is ludicrous and all the characters are morons so we can move on with our lives. Anyway, the characters introduce themselves as Jaden and Riley, and casually accept sharing a bedroom. They exposit a bit about how Jaden dropped out of college and Riley never went, and

RILEY: Sorry- I wasn’t trying to pry. JADEN: All good. Earlier you said you had a “few things” in mind RILEY: Right, yeah! I thought it was be good to set some ground rules. JADEN: You can add’ “more organised” to the list then too. Haha. RILEY: Wait, really? JADEN: Stories for another time

What the fuck? What list? What is Jaden talking about? Why is there an apostrophe hanging out after “add”?

You know how in PS1 JRPGs the translation would be really bad and sometimes people would just say weird shit that didn’t seem to have anything to do with what was just said?

That’s how Leasebound dialogue reads, bizarre punctuation and all. The add’ with an apostrophe is baffling, but I also like how “Haha.” is it’s own sentence with a period at the end.

Anyway, the rest of the chapter is about how Riley owns a cat but has to keep it a secret because she doesn’t know if the landlord allows pets and I guess didn’t think to ask when she was applying for the lease.

So, the status quo is established. Jaden and Riley wanted to buy a single apartment but got foisted with a roommate, but they’re happy because that means the rent is cheaper. Personally if I wanted a cheaper apartment and was willing to have a roommate I’d get an apartment with a roommate in the first fucking place but we really can’t keep complaining about how stupid the premise is we have to move on. So Jaden is in the living room and, hold on, sorry

This living room is massive. The kitchen has a fridge, and oven, and two matching sofas. In chapter 2 Riley’s going to fit in a four-seat table in here. This is supposed to be a studio apartment in Downtown City

Y’know, City. Not any particular specific real or fictional city with a name, but City.

And Jaden and Riley, neither of whom have college degrees, are so hard up for cheaper rent that they’re comfortable with the surprise revelation of having to share a bedroom with a stranger. But they’re also in a huge apartment in the middle of a metro area? This living room is nearly as big as mine, and I have three roommates and live in Cheaper Suburb. Why are you buying all this space at City square foot prices if money is tight? Get a smaller apartment, or if you really need the space get an apartment that’s not in the middle of City? The author of this comic is 23, has she not looked into getting an apartment? Bigger ones are more expensive.

Okay, okay, the premise is dumb. Let’s move on. Riley and Jaden make sm-

Why are you sharing a tiny bedroom if your Living room is party sized and has multiple sofas? Why not partition off some of the living room with room dividers from IKEA to make a faux bedroom with privacy?

Ahem, Riley and Jaden make small talk and order a pizza and it takes a long time and it’s not super interesting but it’s supposed to be cute and I can’t really fault a slice of life comic for taking its time. Riley’s worried that her girlfriend won’t like that she has a roommate (Riley why don’t you move in with your girlfriend?), and Jaden gets a call from work that they’re shortstaffed.

They’re so short-staffed that they’re going to send an employee out to go pick up Jaden. Can Jaden not get to work on her own? That seems like the kind of thing that would make her not want to move in to this specific apartment. Why would you move to an apartment that you couldn’t get to work from? You’re in the middle of City, and your job is a big nightclub in City, and City has public transit. You previously did not live in City, meaning you used to live further away from work than you now do. How did you get to work before? Isn’t picking up a Jaden a tremendous waste of an employee’s time? Even if the club is aware that Jaden can’t get in on her own and is willing to bend over backwards for her here, why not “Jaden, we need you at work pronto. Take a uber over, we’ll reimburse you”, which is dramatically easier for all involved? Why is everyone in this comic so fucking stupid?

Sigh

Well, Jaden goes to work, and that leads us off into the infamous chapter 3, “The T is for trouble”

We open the chapter with a bad-faith trigger warning that looks like a real content warning but is actually designed to get trans people really mad as Jaden heads to work and-

Hey hey, Rusty started putting links to her tumblr in the comic pages. Someone was expecting pages from this chapter to go viral, wasn’t she? Was the chapter where Riley and Jaden spend a few pages ordering a pizza not giving you enough engagement? But now that you’re the official #2 Terf Webcomic you get lots of angry people in your tags that you can reblog and be snarky at. Bet that makes you feel powerful. I know the feeling. I built my tumblr following by writing reviews and advice columns for five years, but you went from zero to hero in like a week and all you had to do was say mean things about trans people oh my god I figured it out

You’re Mary. Rusty Hearts is Mary Bradford from Dumbing of Age. You want the validation of the “wrong” kind of people giving you shit. That’s why you made sure all your transphobic comics had links to your tumblr and your getting pizza comics didn’t. That’s why you keep reblogging my ads for my comic that I place in your tags. That’s why you see me post the review and make a response like this

And you know what?

Nah.

I’m not going to include chapter 4. I’m not going to read it. I’m not even going to include chapter 3. There’s nothing that I can add to it that hasn’t been said by a ton of other people. I can post your anti-trans stuff and get the vapors about how bigoted you are, but at the end of the day I’m not the Social Justice Report. I’m The Webcomics Review. And your webcomic sucks. It’s boring, it’s stupid, it doesn’t make any sense. Your premise is ludicrous and quickly abandoned to bait and switch people into reading a political polemic (I did skim chapter four, it’s literally people standing around in a circle talking about how trans people are bad like a terfy Ayn Rand novel). Your characters are all morons in order to get to plot points you want to get to, and your first two chapters are a mountain of pointless exposition and characters being vaguely cryptic about their backstories.Your art is bad not just in that you can’t draw well, but in that you don’t bother to include details to give your world a sense of place, and the details you do include like that luxurious living room actively undermine your alleged story (to the extent that there’s a story at all).

But hey, you got your 15 minutes of fame (and zero patreonbux) from the anti-trans stuff. You got people to read your comic. Good hussle. Well done. Tatsuya Ishida does it better.

Leasebound gets zero genders out of a spectrum.

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Alone, Together | Chapter 6 | Morgan Rielly

A/N: I’ve been getting such lovely messages from you guys and you all seriously brighten my day. Most of the time I read them in the middle of my job and I have to hide my giant smiles and giddiness. You guys are the best. And seriously, keep them coming! My messages are always open and I respond to every message or ask. If you sent something in and I never responded, it’s because Tumblr ate it. Send it in again. I don’t bite.

Anyways, I again could stop writing. This is 6000 words and you know what? I’m not even sorry. You’re welcome.

September was always a month of change for Bee. It always meant new classes, new classmates, new professors, and new tutorial groups to teach. New essays to mark. New excuses from students who handed in assignments late.

New…friends who were professional athletes.

September also meant Angie was back in Toronto with Mason, instead of being banished in Kingston due to Mason’s summer school course at Queen’s University. As a PhD student, Mason followed his thesis advisor wherever he lectured, and it just so happened that for the whole summer, he would be in Kingston. It was the only time Mason didn’t mind travelling with him, mostly because Mason was from Kingston so he didn’t have to incur any living expenses. For complete city girl Angie, it was a bit of an adjustment. Bee always kept reminding her it was only two months, but Angie was stir-crazy by the time they packed up to move back to Toronto.

Angie and Mason lived only a ten minute walk away from Bee in an apartment complex closer to Spadina Avenue, but still within the boundaries of The Annex. Mason earned a decent amount of money from all his grants and work as a PhD student, and Angie had been working at the Indigo head office pushing paper for about a year now. They were close enough to each other to be able to pop in for spontaneous dinners and movie nights, but far enough away to have privacy or do a very quick clean up (or, as Bee liked to joke, a “put your pants on” warning) before said dinners or movie nights.

Bee and Angie met the first day of their undergrad. Bee was taking HIS103, European History, as a breadth requirement satisfaction. Angie was taking it because she wanted to major in history, but it was Bee who helped Angie pass the course. It was also Bee who helped Angie pass her science breadth requirement course in first year. Angie repaid her by baking her cake that looked like an exact replica of the one from the film Matilda, which both girls had loved growing up. Mason came a year later. The rest was history.

It was nice, then, that Angie had invited Bee over the first night she and Mason were back in town. Mason was planning to make a stir fry with the vegetables they grew that summer in his parents’ garden, and Bee could never pass up a stir fry.

After Mason opened the door and gave her a hug, Angie came running over to her, almost knocking her over with sheer force. “I MISSED YOU!” she yelled as she squeezed the breath out of Bee. “I’m never leaving Toronto again, I’m telling you!”

“What are you talking about? Kingston is beautiful!” Bee laughed.

“Yes, Kingston is beautiful, but you’re not in Kingston!” she said, letting go of the hug. “You have to tell me everything you did this summer in Toronto or else I’m going to lose it.”

Bee couldn’t help but cackle at Angie’s request. “Angie, what do you think I did? I graded shitty papers and I read in my apartment all summer. Sometimes I’d read in a park. There wasn’t much else.”

“Told you,” Mason piped up from the kitchen. Bee could see him plating the stir fry, which got her excited.

“You’re lying,” Angie said indignantly. “You met Morgan. You need to tell me all about Morgan.”

“Morgan?! Who’s Morgan?” Mason piped up again, picking up the three plates. He emerged from the kitchen balancing them all like a waiter. “Bee, you met a guy?”

Bee nodded her head. “Uh, I did. His name is Morgan Rielly.”

“Morgan Rielly? Hah! Dude has the same name as the Leafs’ defenseman,” Mason chuckled.

“Uh…” Bee didn’t know how else to bring it up. She had been sitting on this information for almost two weeks. She wasn’t going to let Angie and Mason know through text. “It actually is that Morgan Rielly.”

At this point, Mason had been setting the plates on the dining table. As soon as the words left Bee’s mouth, he stopped all movements. “W…What?”

“Yeah.”

“Morgan Rielly.”

“Yeah.”

“You…you’re dating Morgan Rielly?”

“Yes,” Bee nodded her head.

Angie was too shocked to speak. She kept looking between her best friend and boyfriend, unable to formulate any coherent words. Bee looked at her for backup, but she couldn’t provide any.

Mason’s jaw was on the floor at this point. He set down the last plate so he didn’t drop it on the floor. “Bee…you…you’re dating a Toronto Maple Leaf? Do you…do you know what that means?”

Bee giggled nervously at Mason’s question. What did he mean by asking ‘do you know what that means’? It meant she was just seeing someone. She and Morgan hadn’t put a label on whatever was going on – all she knew was that she was having fun with him. It was obviously clear that they were very in to each other, but there hadn’t been any formal talk about what they were doing and what they were calling it. They were both young and busy, one professionally and one academically, so she understood why there was no rush to declare anything. She had faith that it wouldn’t matter in the long run. What they were doing was their business and their business only. “It’s not that big of a deal, Mason.”

“Yes it is, Bee,” he said. “The Toronto Maple Leafs hockey club is the stuff of legends. I…don’t…I can’t even…” now he was becoming speechless. “How the hell did you even meet Morgan Rielly?”

By the way Mason kept saying Morgan’s name in the tone that he did, Bee began to understand now what Morgan was saying to her in the car a few weeks ago – how she was one of the only people who looked at him as just a guy and not as Morgan Rielly. She knew Mason had an interest in hockey, like many Canadian men, but she didn’t think he was this invested. “I was eating out one night, and he sent a drink to my table. Well, he says he didn’t send a drink and someone else pranked me in the restaurant, but when I approached him about it I noticed that we were reading the same book. Friedman.”

Mason made a bunch of hand motions, clearly not believing what he was hearing. “Morgan Rielly sent a drink to your table?!”

“I guess so,” Bee shrugged. It was in the past now. “Every time I bring it up he denies it. Like the night we went out with his friends, Auston and Frederik --”

“WAIT,” it was Mason’s time to scream now. “Bee, are you fucking telling me you went out with Auston Matthews and Frederik fucking Andersen?!” he exclaimed.

“…Yes?”

“BRIONY!” he screeched. “Do you realize what this means?! Do you have any idea who you went out with?!”

Bee smiled awkwardly. “Hockey players?”

“Oh my God!” he screamed, jumping up from his seat and running to get his laptop. “Bee, I cannot believe – I cannot believe!”

She looked over to Angie from some guidance or support, but found that Angie’s mouth was still wide open in shock. “Your boyfriend is nuts,” Bee said.

Angie shook her head. “He’s got a point, Bee,” she said softly. “You…you never told me he was a Toronto Maple Leaf.”

“I only found out like a week and a half ago.”

“Do you know how many girls would kill to be with him? To get in his pants?” Angie asked. “All these girls we see prancing along King Street West in their high heels and Aritzia clothes? All those Instagram model girls? They’re looking for guys like him.”

Bee could hear Mason stomping back into the main living area, practically dropping his laptop in front of Bee’s face. He had a tab open on the Google News search bar for Auston Matthews. “Do you see this?” he said, pointing to one of the headlines in a group of others. ‘Matthews expected to sign multi-million dollar contract before season’s end.’ ‘Is Auston Matthews worth a $13 million contract?’ ‘Is Leafs management prepared to offer Matthews 8 x 13 million?’ Her eyes watered at the amounts she was reading. “Do you see these headlines?” Mason’s voice snapped her back to reality. “This is who you went out with. You went out with the franchise player, Bee.”

“Okay…” she didn’t know what else to say. She was still fixated on the amount Auston was earning – or was going to earn.

“And you’re dating the star defenseman,” Mason elaborated. “I don’t know what you’re not understanding about this. These guys are the crème de la crème of hockey. They’re superstars. They’re --”

“They’re just guys,” Bee cut him off, trying to make sense of it all.

“They’re not just guys, Bee. They’re professional athletes. Do you know what life is like for a professional athlete? Do you know what life is like for a girlfriend of a professional athlete? Is your Instagram private yet? Because you better make it private during this conversation.”

“Mason --”

“I’m not joking, Briony. In a city like Toronto, I guarantee you that someone has already seen you guys together and recognized him and has posted something on a message board somewhere, or on a blog, or something,” he warned. “I’m not over-reacting, Bee. This is serious.”

“I think you’re overreacting just a little bit,” she said, half-trying to convince herself, too. “You’ve never even met the guy, Mason. He’s just a guy like you. He was reading Friedman. Fundamentally, he can’t be much different than any of the three of us sitting at this table.”

Mason tried to calm down. He took a deep breath in to calm himself. “Look, Bee. You know I love you. And you know I only want what’s best for you. I’m not telling you not to date the guy. If he makes you happy, that’s amazing. All I’m saying is you need to realize what you’re getting yourself into. He may be just a regular guy but this isn’t going to be a regular relationship.”

More often than not now, Bee was finding herself inside of King West bars. This time, at The Citizen, she sat patiently at the bar, waiting for Morgan to find parking and for his friends to come in. Fred was going to be there, thankfully, along with a new friend, Nazem, and his newlywed wife, Ashley, who had just returned from their honeymoon in Italy two weeks ago. She kept looking between the door and her book – her tattered copy of Ali Smith’s Autumn which she was re-reading simply because she loved the book so much. It had been a while since she jumped out of Morgan’s car to get a table and she was wondering how far the parking lot was.

“Now there’s something you don’t see everyday,” a voice from beside her remarked.

Bee turned her head to see a guy staring at her, a smirk on his face. Was he talking to her? “What?”

“A girl with a book at a bar,” he nodded towards Autumn, like it was the most novel thing to be seen at a bar ever. There was a mechanical bull in Rock n’ Horse a ten minute walk away.

“Oh,” she said. “Uh, yeah?”

“Why are you here if you’re just going to read a book?” he asked.

“I’m actually meeting some friends,” she said. Not that it was any of his business. “Just waiting for one of them to park, actually.”

“So you’re here all alone then.”

“For now,” she narrowed her eyes. “But like I said, my friends are coming.”

“My friends are here too,” he motioned behind him. “It’s my buddy’s birthday. I just got promoted too, so it’s just a big celebration tonight.”

Bee tried not to roll her eyes. Being in a business/economics program, guys who approached her like this, saying they had just gotten a job or had just gotten promoted to try to impress her, were like a dime a dozen. She knew how to read them like the back of her hand. “Congratulations to you. Where do you work?”

“Accounts in RBC,” he revealed. She was smart enough to know that wasn’t an impressive job. “What about you, sweetheart?”

“I’m getting my Master’s in Financial Economics.”

“Ooooh, a studying girl,” he wiggled his eyebrows. “I like that. I can work with that.”

“I don’t think you want to. I might be your boss one day.”

He laughed in her face at that comment. Like, legitimately laughed in her face. He thought she was joking, but she was being completely serious. Once she got her degree, her entry level jobs were higher than his “accounts at RBC” position he bragged about getting a promotion in. She couldn’t believe he was laughing in her face. “A feisty girl, too. I like that.”

“Hey,” Bee heard an all-too-familiar voice say suddenly, just as she was going to respond to the guy. Looking to her left, she saw none other than Fred looming over her, his gentle smile adorning his face.

“Hey!” she exclaimed almost a little too excitedly, jumping up from her seat and moving towards him to give him a friendly hug. Hopefully it sent the guy a message. “So nice to see you!”

“Hey bud,” the guy butt in, apparently not taking the hint. “I was just speaking to uh…” he pointed at Bee, realizing that he still hadn’t asked for her name.

“Briony is my friend,” Fred said as he gave the guy a death stare. He looked back at Bee. “Do you know this guy?”

“I’m Briony’s new friend Daniel,” he introduced himself to Fred with a forceful handshake. “Are you guys out celebrating tonight too?”

Bee could see that Fred saw something from beyond her before he looked to the guy again. “Briony and I are going to go now. Our friends are here,” he said politely.

“I was actually just about to buy Briony a drink,” Daniel said. “Maybe she can meet up with you guys later.”

Bee could tell Fred was trying his hardest not to laugh. He realized it was going to be harder than usual to get this guy to see the point. “I’m sorry – I don’t think you understand --”

“Hey,” another all-too-familiar voice said, interrupting Fred and Daniel’s small battle. Morgan appeared, with who Bee could only assume to be Nazem and Ashley. “Table’s ready for us,” Morgan said, ignoring Daniel.

“You must be Briony’s other friends,” Daniel, ever persistent, inserted himself into the conversation once again. “I was just about to buy Briony a drink. Maybe she can meet up with you guys later,” he tried again.

It took a moment for Morgan to realize this guy was serious. He started laughing at the ridiculousness of the comment, right in Daniel’s face, just as Daniel had done to Bee moments earlier. “We’re going to go now. We’ll catch ya later,” Morgan winked at him sarcastically before he put a hand on the back of Bee’s shoulder to guide her through the restaurant. Bee gave Daniel one last shrug of her shoulders before following the group.

“Do you know that guy?” Morgan asked once they were out of earshot.

“No. I don’t know him. He was just uh, talking to me.”

“Like, flirting?”

“I think so? He was pretty bad at it if it was,” she said, noticing Morgan was looking back at the guy, who had already moved on to talk to one of his buddies – probably the birthday boy. “It was honestly nothing. He was trying to be so smooth but failed miserably.”

“He keeps looking over here,” Morgan said. “I just hope he drops it.”

“He will. Don’t worry.”

Bee settled into easy conversation with Ashley, who was very personable and talkative, especially about her wedding and honeymoon. Bee had always wanted to go to Italy, so she soaked up everything Ashley was telling her about the different areas and cities. All of the pictures Ashley was showing her on her phone were to die for. One day, she’d make it a reality.

Nazem was a sweetheart as well. He told embarrassing stories about Morgan, especially when he first arrived on the team, but they were all in good fun and Morgan didn’t seem to mind. Nazem had been one of the longest serving members of the Toronto Maple Leafs, so he had a lot of stories. Bee was in stitches as she heard about all the pranks they played on each other on the road. But the more Nazem, Morgan, and Frederik detailed what their life was like, especially their life ‘on the road’ during away games, the more Bee began to see that…well, maybe Mason was right about some things.

She was still adamant that the men in front of her were just that – men – and fundamentally, nothing really separated them from being normal, everyday people. It was just that they were ordinary people with extraordinary jobs. But when they began outlining the traveling schedule, the workouts, the practices, the team bus trips, the midnight trips to airports, the copious amounts of coffee consumed throughout the day, the signing of autographs and pictures at airports, lounges, sponsored events, outside of arenas, in bathrooms…

…It was a lot.

Maybe Mason was right about a lot.

Ashley told her how she maintained a fairly private life, away from the fanfare and persistent hockey media in Toronto. First was, of course a private Instagram profile – the only public one was for their cat, Jazzy, and she asked everyone to tag her using that profile so no-one would see her personal one. Baseball caps were good friends for anonymity – and that’s when Bee realized that was why she almost always saw Morgan out in the summer with a hat. Booths instead of tables as restaurants, so people would have to literally peer over to see them, and always, always in the back corner of a restaurant. Call ahead of time to make a reservation. “I always say that the only people who should recognize you is the saleswomen at the Holt Renfrew on Bloor Street,” Ashley joked, but Bee knew there was a twinge of seriousness in the statement. “They can tell people the designer stuff you bought, but not much else.”

Bee began to feel overwhelmed. She began to think about her place in all this – where exactly she fit in. She wasn’t sure she had a place. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to find a place, truthfully. She didn’t realize the magnitude – if you could even call it that – of the life Morgan, Nazem, and Frederik lived; of the live Ashley had to live because her husband was a professional athlete on a team that was revered by practically the entire city – some could argue the entire country. It’s not like Leafs fans were just in Toronto.

She was just Bee. Briony McTavish of Toronto, Canada. A Master’s student. A poor, starving Master’s student. A teaching assistant at the University of Toronto. Where did she fit in?

When the group called it a night and Morgan went to fetch his car, Fred stayed back with Bee inside of The Citizen. He could tell she was tired – probably warn out from a week full of classes and leading her tutorial groups. “You know that book you were reading when I found you?” he said, catching her attention.

“Autumn?” she clarified.

Fred nodded his head. “Morgan has that book.”

Her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. “What?”

“He said you raved about it one night. He dragged me to Indigo in the Eaton’s Centre to buy the series and he spent like, five minutes trying to explain what he was looking for to the poor sales girl because he forgot the title.”

The hairs on the back of Bee’s neck stood on end. She was at a loss for words. Why was Fred telling her this?

“He read them on the bus down to Niagara…and the whole time we were in Niagara,” Fred continued, referring to the bit if pre-season training camp they went to the Niagara region for earlier in the week. “He would like, be alone in his room reading them. You know how he likes to be alone. And he wanted to talk to you about them, because I think he was having some trouble understanding some of the things, but I guess he didn’t.”

Bee could swear her heart skipped a beat. She felt like she was going to throw up all over this big beautiful Danish man in front of her. Was he just saying this? Or did Morgan actually go out and buy Ali Smith’s books? Did Morgan put him up to it? Was it a plant? Did he just read the summaries online? Did he –

“Briony! Leaving so soon?” a voice from behind her yelled. She turned around to see Daniel with a pint of beer in his hand. “I didn’t get to buy you a drink.”

She was not in the mood for this. Not at all. Not after what Fred just said. “Are you for real right now?” she demanded, not caring if she sounded rude. “I’ve been with my friends for three hours and you’re still here trying to shoot your shot?”

“I said I was gonna buy you a drink. I always keep my promises,” he kept trying to flirt. When he noticed the exasperated look on her face, he was a bit taken aback. “What? Can’t a guy buy a girl a drink these days?”

“They definitely can, Mr. Accounts at RBC, but not when she’s clearly trying to have a good time with her friends,” Bee chastised him. “And like I said, I’m going to be your boss one day, so this is probably not your smartest move.”

“What’s your problem?” Daniel narrowed his eyes.

“What’s the issue here?” Bee heard Morgan’s voice from behind her. She rolled her eyes again because of course, of course he had to get out of his car and show up now. And like any boy, he was going to huff and he was going to puff until he blew the whole house down. “Are you bothering her again?”

“I can handle it.”

“I’m trying to buy her a drink. Can you relax?” Daniel said to Morgan.

“Well clearly she said no, and clearly she doesn’t want it.”

“Who are you to speak for her?” Daniel demanded.

At this point, Morgan sidestepped around Bee to come face to face with him, peering down at him. Bee grabbed hold on his arm. “Morgan, stop it. Let’s just go.”

“She. Doesn’t. Want. You,” Morgan enunciated his words clearly. “Get the fucking hint.”

“What are you? Her boyfriend or something?”

Bee had had enough. She was going to be the last person in the universe to cause a scene at a bar. “Let’s go!” she said loudly, forcefully pulling Morgan’s arm towards her to disengage him. She practically dragged him out of the bar and towards his car. He kept looking back but eventually stopped to get into his car.

“What the fuck is wrong with that guy?” he asked to nobody in particular, Freddie closing the door to the backseat once he had squished himself in.

“You should drive Fred home, he’s had a long night,” Bee ignored his open question. She buckled her seatbelt and caught a quick glimpse of Morgan, who was adjusting his own.

“I should go back in there and --”

“Fred’s had a long night,” she repeated, more forcefully this time, so Morgan would get the hint. She knew he was a hockey player and all, but he never seemed like the type to get hot-headed about something so futile, something she could have handled all on her own. “Drive him home please.”

She looked through the rear-view mirror to see Fred smiling, and when he caught her eye, he winked at her. Morgan began driving along King Street, taking a few side streets before ending up at what Bee could only assume was Fred’s condo building – a sleek, glass structure that seemed like it was a hundred storeys high. He probably lived in a penthouse that overlooked the city skyline. The money shot. He probably had a bathtub filled with money.

Fred left after thanking them for a fun night out, patting Morgan on the shoulder as he wiggled his body out of the backseat of the car. Morgan waited until Fred got into the lobby before looking over at Bee. “You wanna come over mine?”

It was the first time he was inviting her over to his place. The queasiness in her stomach that began after her conversation with Mason roared up again. Despite whatever reservations, she nodded her head. Reversing the car, he made his way out of the entranceway and back on to the street.

With one hand on the steering wheel, Morgan reached over with his other and grabbed her hand. He brought it towards his lips and kissed it tenderly, setting it down on his lap. Bee’s heart fluttered at the tenderness of the action. It momentarily cleared her mind, reminded her that it was just Morgan, that they were just Morgan and Bee, in a car together driving to his place. Everything around them – the people, the stores, the restaurants, the entire city of Toronto – none of it mattered in that moment.

And then her mind brought everything back to her.

“Don’t ever do that ever again,” she said, her voice somewhere between a stern demand and a whisper.

Morgan looked over at her. “Do what?” he asked. She should have assumed he was going to play dumb.

“I don’t want anybody fighting over me, ever.”

“Why not?”

She sighed, glancing out the window. “There isn’t much worth fighting for. And I could have handled it. I was handling it.”

“There isn’t much worth fighting for?” Morgan threw her own words back at her. “Bee, are you fucking nuts?”

“What?”

“You…you severely underestimate how much of a catch you are, you know that?”

She looked down at her thighs, squished against the pristine leather of his luxury car. Her pants were $10, on final sale from H&M. She’d bought them two years ago. The part at the inner thigh was starting to become too thin from years of her thighs rubbing against each other, and she was sure they’d rip soon. She wondered if she’d be able to fit into the same size and style when she would inevitably have to buy a new pair. Probably not. Her body had changed since then and she was lucky that she even still fit into these. They had stretched enough to accommodate her body but it was become too strenuous on the fabric. “Stop.”

“I mean it, Briony.”

He knew exactly when to use her full name and it agonized her. “I’m being serious,” she said, unable to look at him. “Just please don’t do that again.”

“I can’t make any promises. When I see someone making you uncomfortable, I’m going to react.”

She dropped it. She knew she had to. There was no way she was going to win this. If Morgan wanted to be that person – fine. There was no way she could control it. He didn’t regulate her behaviour, so she couldn’t exactly regulate his. She just wished he was able to see how the confrontation made her uncomfortable.

His apartment was slightly what she expected, slightly a surprise. It was big, which she imagined it would be, with what seemed like two bedrooms and a den. There was a nice big kitchen with an island, but it looked barely used, despite some of the see-through cupboards being filled with various pots and pans. It was nicely decorated, with a big grey sectional, a huge flat-screen TV, and wood accents throughout. There was a giant painting on the wall that caught her eye – one of Gord Downie, from the Tragically Hip – and she immediately fell in love with it. If she could steal one thing from his apartment, that would be it.

“I can give you a change of clothes,” he said as they walked into his bedroom. She saw that he had an ensuite and wondered if the other bedroom had one too. It was much bigger than her place – probably three times the size at least, maybe four – but it was still cozy.

She changed into a tank top with a Maple Leafs logo on it and a new pair of boxers. She was pretty sure he worked out in the top, and she laughed at the thought of him washing it six or seven times to get the smell of sweat off of it. Both fit. The tank didn’t drape over her like it would on a small delicate body and make her seem shapeless, and the pair of boxers he lent her, because of their elastic band, fit snug around her hips.

When she turned around from changing, she saw him already topless underneath the covers. He tried to make it seem like he wasn’t watching her, but she knew he was. Out of the corner on her eye, on the bedside table, she could see the green and maroon spine of Autumn by Ali Smith on his bedside table. She gulped.

He barely waited for her to crawl into bed and snuggle into his body before he started kissing her, and really, who was she to deny a kiss from him. She kissed him back hungrily, wasting no time in relishing the feeling of his hands wandering along her body. She felt the muscles in his back and shoulders and shuddered at how firm but soft he was. She’d never felt anything like it. When his mouth began to wander, nipping and licking at the skin on her neck, near her ear, and along her clavicle, she let out haughty, satisfied sighs, dragging her nails lightly over his biceps.

When his hands began to wander lower and lower, playing with the elastic band of the boxers, she giggled slightly. “I just put those on,” she breathed out.

“Too bad I want to take them off,” he muttered against her skin. “Fuck, Bee. You drive me fucking crazy.”

It was comments like that that sent her to oblivion. She had no way to react. She was momentarily lost in the abyss, her head tilted back enjoying the sensation of his lips on her skin and his hand down her pants. It was only when she opened her eyes and saw the familiar cover of Autumn again that she snapped back to reality.

He likes to be alone. He was alone all weekend reading that book.

Those Instagram model girls are looking for guys like him.

He’s the star defenseman, Bee. This isn’t going to be a regular relationship.

“Morgan…” she said absent-mindedly, her thoughts intruding on her again, become too much to handle. By now, Morgan had pushed the shirt all the way up so it was bunched just under her breasts. Of course, she wasn’t wearing a bra. She hadn’t even noticed her state. He continued to kiss her skin. “Morgan.”

“Hmm?”

“Are you seeing anybody else?” she asked suddenly.

That question definitely brought Morgan back down to reality. He stopped kissing. “God no,” he answered immediately, as if it was the most absurd question in the world. He furrowed his eyebrows. “Are you?”

“No.”

The words hung heavy in the air. Morgan knew where this was going. It wasn’t exactly the most opportune moment – he would rather be doing other things – but he acknowledged Bee apparently wanted to talk about this now. “You call the shots here, Briony. I fell for you hard and fast. You gotta know that by now. You gotta know that I want to be with you.”

Bee didn’t know what to say. She had so many thoughts swirling around in her head that she didn’t know what was right and what was wrong; what was a rational thought, and what was completely irrational. She didn’t know what was an actual cause for concern or her just projecting insecurities onto Morgan. Her thoughts wandered back to Ashley Kadri, trying to picture a typical day for her, shrouded in secrecy. Then she thought about the other wives and girlfriends, and whether or not they had a similar life.

Then came the most important person: herself. She was in her last year of her studies. If everything went to plan, she’d finish her course and its exams in December. She’d apply to jobs in the New Year and hopefully land something. She’d graduate in June. She’d work her way up the corporate ladder.

She had to think about her education. She had to think about her job prospects. She had to think about her career.

She was Bee. Briony McTavish of Toronto, Canada. A Master’s student. A poor, starving Master’s student. A teaching assistant at the University of Toronto.

A professional athlete’s girlfriend?

“Can we…” she began, unable to think straight. “Can we maybe…I feel like you’re going to hate me.”

“There is nothing you could say that could make me hate you.”

She sighed. That wasn’t true. “I have to think about my education and my career. I like you and I like being with you but those things are my top priority. I’m conflicted because this was all unexpected but I love it and I’m having so much fun and I just…I just know that I can’t get too distracted. My education and my career have to be my top priority, Morgan.”

“I know, I know,” he agreed, nodding his head. “I support that Bee. You know I support that.”

“Can we…can we just wait? Not put a label on it right now? Like, I know I’m not seeing anyone else and I don’t plan to, and you’re not seeing anyone else right now --”

“And I don’t plan to,” Morgan added.

“And you don’t plan to,” Bee nodded. “So we can…can we just take it slow?”

“Take it slow?” Morgan repeated after her. “Listen, Bee…I’ll do whatever you want me to do. I just want to be around you.”

His words brought her back to what Auston said to her that night at dbar, about Morgan liking being alone, and what Fred had said that night about Morgan being alone in his room reading Ali Smith. “I thought you liked to be alone. Auston said you liked being alone. So did Fred.”

“I do, Bee. And I know you do too. I don’t know…can’t we be alone together?”

She smiled at his choice of words. He was definitely reading Ali Smith if he was using an oxymoron like that. “That doesn’t make sense.”

“Yes it does. We can make it make sense,” he said. “You and me, alone…like, nobody else surrounding us. No team, no city…whatever. But together. Us.”

She couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. God, he was so earnest. Maybe the next thing she should recommend to him was The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde because Lord, the look on his face and the hope in his eyes made her want to melt into a puddle right then and there.

She nodded her head. She pulled him closer and continued to kiss him because for the first time that night, it was the only thing on her mind, and the only thing that made sense.

#morgan rielly #morgan rielly imagine #morgan rielly fic #toronto maple leafs #toronto maple leafs imagine #toronto maple leafs fic #alone together series

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Found You - Leon S. Kennedy x Reader Deviantart @yuuki332

Leon was on edge ever since you his partner since after the Raccoon City infection took place was suddenly noted as 'Missing'. The president had told Leon he set out other agents to search for you but they ended up coming back empty handed or plain out right dead.

It wasn't long till the new virus hit and sadly the president was turn, forcing Leon to shoot him in order for Helena to be saved. Even though he found himself fighting thorough yet another outbreak that brought bad memories he still tried to look for you as they checked in places where ever they went to make sure it was either clear or in search for what they had needed.

"What's wrong?" Helena asked as she noticed his quick movements for a while now.

"It's nothing." He replied not wanting to bring it up yet.

"It has to be something, come on...were partners for this." Helena told.

Sighing Leon slumped his shoulders and turned to her, stopped walking he looked right at her.

"My partner for most missions....and my girlfriend...has been missing for almost a year now." He told her.

"What?" Helena whispered.

"Her name is (Y/N) (L/N), I met her back in Raccoon City along with two others....we have been working together ever since." He finished then walked off to hurry and get this thing over with.

Helena was kind of shocked, a skilled agent like you got kidnapped? It was true she heard of you cause of people either talking out loud or whispering to one another about the 'missing agent' but she also knew from kind of reading files that you were skilled in hand-to-hand combat and had good speed and reflects...but you were human so it wasn't like you were always on point.

Even skilled agents would get caught off guard sometimes, but she could feel the emotion coming off Leon. He blamed himself for not noticing anything sooner...for not being able to protect you more.

Though in Leon's mind he knew he wouldn't give up until he at least seen a body, no...you weren't dead he wouldn't believe that at all. You've gotten shot a couple of times yet lived through it.

'She's okay...I just got to find her soon...' He thought.

----

A dark room with a metal door in the far end only had the light of the moon shining down. A single figure laid on the cold hard ground, arms bound behind their back. Cuts and wounds covered their body by countless of beatings for having a smart mouth at some words or not even telling the captor where what they had been looking for was.

Yup....in this very room was you.

Breathing heavy you had your eyes closed you (H/C) bangs covered your eyes, that was one of your annoyance with your hair, but didnt ever dare cutting it. The room though had no way to get out..the window was to high to climb out from and the metal door was only able to lock from the outside..so with all the faith you had left you waited.

You knew Leon would find you, and no matter how long it took you'd believe in him and wait.

"I'm waiting Leon....come for me soon..." You whispered.

----

Leon and Helena were finally able to kill Simmons and make him pay for the shit he had put the city into and everything else, now his mind was back on you.

Where were you?

"Leon, before we head back lets try looking for her." Helena suggested.

"We don't even know where she is." He sighed.

As if someone was reading their minds a call came through to Leon's phone, it was Hunnigan.

"Hunnigan? What is it?" Leon asked.

"I believe I have finally figured out (Y/N) location." She replied.

"Really? Where?" Helena asked.

"At some island south from where you are now. I traced back where the location was the moment a message came through." Hunnigan replied.

"Message?" Leon asked.

"Yes...you might want to not see this Leon...but it was sent in five minutes ago..." Hunnigan frowned and sent the video to Leon's phone.

Leon raised his free hand while Helena took control of the helicopter, he wasn't sure what would be shown but he knew inside it couldn't be something good from Hunnigan's words.

But he had to know what happened to you.....so he pressed play..

**In The Video**

"Why hello their Agent Kennedy, gotcha little girl friend here." A males voice spoke out.

"What shall I do to you to get a message across?" He laughed.

Picking you up he resulted into beating you, your yells of pain even coughs when his foot connected with your stomach was heard. The camera was moved to be more closer to you showing your new formed wounds.

"Now Agent Kennedy this girl sure is strong, know how to pick them huh?" The male laughed as the camera shook to prove the bastards enjoyment for hurting you.

"I wonder though...would it hurt..." He started.

What happened next made Leon have his eyes widen slightly and flinch.

The damn man moved the camera along with him and showed a metal bar that had been bent, it seemed to look like a crowbar but it was far from it. Hearing the males laughter as he placed it in a fire pit it was for the moment Leon knew what would happen next...

The bastard was gonna leave a reminder on you..one that would maybe even make you remember this torture.

"Say hello to some heat." The male cackled with laughter.

Placing the burning metal on your back your scream was so loud, it left a scar right there in the same shape of the metal bar that was placed there.

"A little reminder of her hell." The guy laughed and ended the video.

**Video End**

"That was all that was sent...." Hunnigan finally spoke after a few minutes of silence.

"My god...." Helena managed to get out from what she had heard.

"Who is this man?" Leon asked doing his best to control his anger.

"We don't know, since he didn't show his face and seemed to distort his voice...we are guessing it's someone smart..." Hunnigan replied.

"Alright....we will return with (Y/N) cause as of now....Helena and I are gonna go after her." Leon told.

"Okay be careful there and keep me posted, I'll get a medical team set up for the signal." Hunnigan told before hanging up the call.

Putting his phone away he helped Helena with the helicopter, he was gonna save you no question there at all.

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Your back hurt like hell, the burn mark was hurting so bad that you didn't dare move. Knowing it would scar over you decided to think of something else rather then how much pain your were in. Actually you thought of someone else. Closing your eyes you pictured being at home with Leon..small smile on your face formed as you knew that soon very soon you'd see him again.

And just how right you were indeed.

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An hour passed and both Leon and Helena set the helicopter down on a clearing. Pulling their hand guns out they looked around then soon found a big building in the distance.

"That must be where she's being held." Leon spoke.

"Then let's go!" Helena replied.

Like usual they had to get through a lot of things that were set up to keep people away, traps even lasers. Heck even zombies or mutated undead people, seemed like this guy got his hands on some virus. That was one thing he had to make sure to not let roam free.

"Damn this place got infected too?" Helena asked.

"I'm not sure..who ever this is must of got their hands on some of it.." Leon replied.

It took a while before they finally found a door to get inside of the said building. Apparently this guy was rich cause the room they were in was huge and well sorted out. Putting their ear pieces in they nodded at one another and went each way to look for you.

Leon to the left, and Helena to the right.

They would find you soon, and that was a silent promise.

---

"Looks like we got some visitors...." The male grinned as he watched from the monitors.

"Oh my dear (Y/N)...this will be a fun game to play." The male laughed pulling his hood off his head.

The male had short brow hair and green eyes, though his green eyes held nothing but arrogance, and insanity. He was the guy at one point you were suppose to stop but he ended up clearing his path and getting away.

His name...Shiron.

Shiron was one guy that admired the whole ideal of the virus so much that he stole one sample and set it off through out his island's people. The bastard didn't care if the people of this island that was once peaceful and beautiful...his care wasn't even there he didn't give two shits about all the lives he killed.

"Welcome to my game." He smirked.

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Leon looked through every door but found nothing but empty bedrooms, this was growing more and more frustrating for him but he kept this feeling back and focused on finding you. He just simply had to.

Soon the two had regrouped and shook their heads, this was so hard on Leon that he believed this was missed information.

But the idiots sure love to spout about their evil plans don't they?

Clapping was hear from the high staircase, their guns raised towards the guy. Shiron walked down the stairs slowly.

"So you lived through my little puppets, wow this game is fun!" He laughed.

"Where's (Y/N)?!" Leon shouted.

"Ah...the girl...strong women she sure is." He laughed remembering what he had done to you.

"The hell you do all that to her for?!" Helena spoke next.

"I was just sending you guys a message." He smirked.

"Message of what?" Leon asked not having a good feeling.

"This!" He pressed a button.

"The names Shiron, remember that as you die!" Shiron laughed.

Doors from either side opened and B.O.W's walked out leaving Shiron to be able to get away.

"Wait!" Leon shouted shooting the guy in the side.

A yelp was heard but that didn't stop Shiron from getting the hell out of there, leaving the two agents to deal with the B.O.W's.

**Time Skip**

Since the B.O.W's were now dead the two ran up the stairs and rushed down the hall Shiron went. Lucky for them the mans blood lead his path. And it was all because of the single bullet that Leon shot at him.

Following it they came to the door where it had a small pool of blood, it was indeed the metal door you were in.

"This is it.." Leon whispered.

"Let's go." Helena replied in a whisper.

Opening it as quick as he could from the metal door they quickly got in and pointed their guns at Shiron. Who had you in his arms with a knife to your throat. Of course you were passed out and unknown to the events unfolding.

"One move and I slice her throat." He warned.

"It's over give up." Helena glared.

"Hand her over." Leon demanded.

This went on for a moment longer before Leon had quickly got him away from you and Helena took the chance to knock him out.

With that now clear Leon cut the ropes around your wrists and took you into his arms.

"(Y/N)?" He asked.

When you didn't answer he placed his ear on your chest, hearing your heart still beating he sighed in relief and smiled at you. He finally did it...he found you.

Though the reunion was cut sort since he got a call by Hunnigan.

"Did you find her?" She asked once Leon answered.

"Yeah, she's passed out but she's alive." Leon answered.

"Good there should be a medical team soon arriving on the island, get to the front. And do not worry more agents will come there to rid of whatever is on there." Hunnigan told.

Once the call ended he put his phone back in his pocket and picked you up into his arms, rushing to get out of this building he found himself soon outside and once the medical team noticed him they rushed over and took you from his arms and hurried back to the aircraft to give you some medical attention.

***Few Days Later***

When word got out of Agent (L/N) being found the agents around were relieved you were back, alive and safe. Some visited your hospital room and some even left flowers and get well cards. The doctors were able to help you with the wounds you got...but the burn mark indeed would leave a scar.

Leon though didn't leave your side, not even for a second. Course that didn't mean he didn't go home he did indeed go there to take a shower and eat but other then that he refused to leave.

Since a few days went by and you weren't awake Leon grew even more worried about you even if you were in a stable state.

Though that worry washed away when he saw your hand twitch and your eyes opening.

"Leon?" You whispered.

"Hey." He smiled.

"I knew you'd come for me." You smiled back.

Leon chuckled and leaned over, pressing his lips to yours for a soft kiss that had be long waited. He'd tell you soon from what you missed but for now he wanted you to recover and be okay enough to be told.

He found you, and you knew that in time he would. And here you are now safe and right back where you belong.

With him.

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