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nev3rfound · 3 years

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someone i once knew : b.b - p.6

now that your memories are resurfacing, it’s finally time for bucky to get the answers to his questions and to see you, the real you once more. (4.1k)

oh my goodness, this is it?! a quick non soppy thank you for reading, but seriously all of your comments, feedback and excitement have made writing this series so joyful for me, so thank you and i hope you like the last part!

PART ONE . PART TWO . PART THREE . PART FOUR . PART FIVE . PART SIX (THE ENDING)

(anything in bold/italics are flashbacks/memories!)

WARNINGS: mentions of hospitals, references to bucky’s ‘death’ in CATFA, blood, angst - i think that’s it!

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Bucky ignored everyone as he stormed through the compound once he got off the jet. He didn’t care about the warnings being yelled at him, all he could hear were the words you uttered before you were taken away. ‘I remember.’

“Buck, wait,” Steve grabs Bucky by the shoulder, forcing him to a halt as he stares at Steve coldly. “she’s still fragile, Fury needs to see us, now.” Steve states, watching as the rage in Bucky’s gaze melt into sadness.

“I need to see her, Steve.” Bucky pleads as Steve lowers his hand from his friend.

“I know,” Steve sighs. “but she’s in good hands, the sooner we speak with Fury, the sooner you can see her.”

Opening your eyes, you blink rapidly as a series of faces greet you, all wearing bright smiles. “Hello, Y/n.” Someone steps forward, dressed in all black and with an eye patch covering one eye.

“I-”

“No no, don’t try and talk just yet.” The man states as he glances over his shoulder to the woman with a device in hand, tapping away at it whilst you watch in confusion. “I’m sorry to say it has been longer than it should’ve been since your last check-in.” He explains as you furrow your brows, remaining quiet. “We are aware that they are supposed to be every few years, but there was an accident involving Howard Stark.”

Your heart drops into your stomach, Howard, your dear friend who has helped you through all of this. “Is he?” You mutter, your voice is hoarse as the man simply nods.

“Due to Stark’s demise, it has taken us years to have access to your chamber.” He continues to explain, stepping away and past a group of people, strangers from those you knew whilst you remain inside your chamber.

“Years?” You ask, still tied up inside the chamber. Usually, once your eyes opened you would be released, allowed to walk with Howard and Peggy if she was available; but this feels wrong, somethings changed. “How long?”

The man pauses as he turns back to face you. “The year is 2011.”

Shaking your head in disbelief, you look over at all of the people before you. “No, no that’s not possible.” You breathe out, feeling your chest tighten as you fight in the restraints keeping you inside the chamber. “It was 1989!” You state, but the man simply turns away from you. “It was 1989.” You repeat under your breath as three men approach you, one with a needle in hand and without warning, plunges it into your forearm.

“You’ll be safe, Y/n.” The man tells you as your vision blurs once more until your head rolls forward.

“Take a seat, Sargent, Captain.” Fury directs them both into the room, seeing Tony already sat, waiting for them.

Sitting down apprehensively, Bucky remains perched on the edge of his seat, hearing the plates in his metal arm whir loudly as he clenches his fist. The action doesn’t go unnoticed by Fury who spares a glance at Maria, watching her close the door to the conference room.

“Are you finally going to explain what you know about my assistant and what the hell is going on here?” Tony asks, leaning back in his chair as he rests his feet on the table.

“Yes, we will.” Fury starts and Maria hands out a file from SHIELD, dated back to the late 40′s.

Taking the file in his grasp, Bucky eyes it carefully, noticing your name etched into the cover.

“What is this?” Steve questions whilst Tony and Bucky open their files, a photograph of you clipped onto the front page.

Running his thumb over the image, Bucky remembers being there for that photo. You had just gotten your summer dress, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. A photographer captured your smile as you walked into the hall for the weekend dance, Bucky right behind you, just out of shot.

“This is Subject 359 from Project Revive.” Fury presses a button on the tablet in front of him, revealing a projection of photos, showing you stood alongside Howard Stark and Peggy Carter, images causing heartache for the three men. “Miss Y/l/n volunteered herself after the war for an initiative to suspend life.”

“She went into cryo?” Bucky speaks up, sadness etches his tone as he focuses on your bright smile in the photo of you in between Howard and Peggy.

“She did, Sargent.” Fury states. “Y/l/n was Howard’s first subject to succeed in the trials, and was put into the induced state for organised periods of time and then awoken to ensure she was still healthy in all respects.”

More images flash up, showing both Peggy and Howard getting older, but you remaining youthful between the two.

Steve can’t help but feel his heart sinking at the sight of Peggy, the years he’ll never have with her, the forgotten time as a golden band remains on her ring finger.

“So how come she doesn’t remember anything?” Tony breaks his silence, tearing his eyes from the images of his dear old Dad to focus on Fury whose frown only deepens.

The projection disappears as Fury rises to his feet before pointing to Bucky. “The winter soldier happened.”

Bucky lowers the file from his grip as he watches Fury carefully. He remains quiet, too afraid of what will be said next.

“After the winter soldier executed Howard and Maria Stark, access to the chamber Y/l/n was held in was restricted.” Fury explains, now looking over to Tony who lowers his feet from the table and sits upright.

“That’s why you needed me.” Tony can’t help but scoff. “You took my DNA.”

“Howard was a smart man, but he knew his systems could easily be overridden by someone more intelligent in the future. So he ensured the only way the chamber holding Y/n could be accessed was by his own bloodline.”

Tony laughs quietly under his breath. “Tony,” Steve starts, but Tony carries on.

“God, Dad truly had a reason for everything didn’t he?” Tony remarks. “Too bad he wasn’t alive to see what a car crash he created.” He jokes, leaning forward to glare at Bucky whose head remains buried in his hands.

“It’s all my fault.” Bucky mutters. “Everything, after all this time.” He slowly sits upright as all eyes remain locked on him like a target.

“Not necessarily, Sargent.” Maria speaks up from the sidelines. “You see, Y/n had been left in cryo for just over two decades when we finally got to her. She was disorientated, and had missed an entire segment of history, the turn of the century, evolution of technology and much more.”

“So, we did what was written according to Howard, which Y/n had agreed upon if the time came.” Fury adds. “We took her to Wakanda, and suppressed her memories.”

Bucky shakes his head, throwing your file aside as he stands up. “No, she would never do that!” He yells, slamming his metal fist into the table causing it to split.

Remaining unphased, Fury carries on. “She did, Sargent. Look in her file and see for yourself.”

Bending down, Bucky picks the file up and skims through the various pages, past your health reports and to a legal document where your signature remains inked on the bottom of the page.

“Y/n Y/l/n was a broken woman after the loss of her best friend and fiance. She trusted those that were left behind and put herself into their hands, knowing she would be making a difference and aid the future of science and medicine.” A fraction of a smile forms on Fury’s face. “But bringing her into the twenty-first century meant changes had to be made in her mind. Memories had to be rewritten and others to be permanently hidden.”

“So how come she’s now remembering?” Tony asks. “And how come she ended up here, as my assistant of all people?” He huffs loudly.

Fury spares a glance to Hill who nods, before exiting the room. “Y/n was always going to have a job of some descript within SHIELD.” Fury paces around the room as the three pairs of eyes burn into his every move. “However, when Y/n returned from her time in Wakanda, after her memories had been rewritten we got in touch offering her a job opportunity which would lead to being Tony's assistant. What we didn’t expect during that time were two super soldiers to resurface from the dead.” Fury motions to both Steve and Bucky.

“So they triggered it?” Tony pieces the details together, pointing the blame to Bucky who tenses under Fury’s cold gaze.

“It seems that way. But now that she’s remembering, the details of the life she has supposedly had all these years are fading away. She’ll be confused for a while, but the memories implanted can be removed.”

“She can forget about that life?” Bucky questions quietly, having heard you briefly discuss memories of the life you never truly lived with such vividness. “She’ll only remember the life she lived with us?”

“Yes, Sargent.” Fury states. “Y/n Y/l/n will be the same girl you left in the 40′s, give or take some level of trauma.”

“Can I see her then?” The question leaves his lips instantly, barely allowing Fury to take a breath.

Yet, Bucky watches the glances exchanged between the other men, the uncertainty in their expressions whilst Bucky remains still.

Steve slowly stands up and pats Bucky’s arm, giving him a knowing smile before heading toward the door, Tony right behind him who doesn’t spare Bucky a glance.

Now alone with Fury, Bucky can feel his body tensing under Fury’s scrutiny. “Is there something else I’m supposed to know?” Bucky tries to remain composed as his leg bounces beneath the table, his foot repeatedly hitting the floor.

“Y/n will be unconscious, in a comatose state for the next week or so.” Fury explains, watching as Bucky sinks into his seat. “It’ll take time, Sargent, for her to recover from this.”

“But she’ll be Y/n.” Bucky comments, watching Steve and Tony walk in separate directions past the glass screens of the conference room without looking back.

Fury reaches down beside him, lifting up a metal briefcase. “Before you go, Barnes,” Fury unlocks the latches on the case, lifting the lid up. “there’s something you might like back.”

Bucky raises a brow as Fury reaches inside the case, taking something out and places it on the table.

Feeling his breath hitch in his throat, Bucky doesn’t trust his legs to work properly as he eyes the small box. “I, I never thought I’d see that again.” Bucky admits, a tired chuckle following.

“We kept it as per Y/n’s wishes.” Fury remarks, sliding the box across the table as Bucky grasps it in his flesh hand, opening the lid to reveal his prized possession, unable to forget the memories laced around the diamond ring.

Smiling at the jewel, Bucky closes the lid to the velvet box and places it into his pocket. “Thank you.” Bucky mutters. “For looking after her.”

“Y/n has been SHIELDS best-kept secret for almost 6 decades, Barnes.” Fury comments. “It’s about time she’s allowed another chance at living, don’t you think?”

Nodding to himself, Bucky pushes his chair back, hearing it scrape along the wooden floorboards.

“One more thing,” Fury interrupts as Bucky reaches for the door handle. “none of it was your fault, Bucky.”

Sparing a glance over his shoulder, Bucky focuses on Fury as he remains straight-faced, but reaches forward, bringing the projection back up of you, Howard and Peggy.

“I hope she knows that too.” Bucky thinks aloud as he opens the door, closing it behind him before he can hear Fury’s response.

Watching the former soldier walk down the corridor, Fury sighs deeply as he removes the projection. “I’m sure she will.” He closes the empty briefcase, knowing that this is the end of Project Revive, once and for all.

Hanging from the railing, Bucky could hear Steve screaming his name, his arm outstretched for him to grab.

The wind was hurtling at his body full speed as his fingers began to slip from the rails, but he knew he had to make it, he couldn’t leave you for the second time and not come home.

Steve began to climb down from the train, moving across the broken frame toward Bucky, stretching his arm. “Just hang on!” Steve yells, fear rising through his tone as the bolts of the railing Bucky is grasping onto begin to creak, pulling away from the metal lining of the wall.

“Steve, I,” Bucky calls out, moving along the rail closer to his friend.

“Grab my hand, come on!” Steve cries out, knowing he can save him, he has to save his best friend. “Come on, Buck.” He mutters, thinking back to the morning before they left, seeing you in Bucky’s arms with the ring on your finger, a whole future for you both awaiting to be lived.

Looking up in desperation, Bucky cannot stop the scream leaving his lips as the railing breaks as his body becomes weightless, his arm still outstretched as he falls.

Steve screams as Bucky cries, falling through the air toward the ground at full speed.

The train carries on, turning a corner leaving Bucky truly alone as Steve breathes heavily, his heart has broken into pieces as his best friend is gone.

Lying in the snow, Bucky can feel his breaths slowing, life draining from his body as the white ice surrounding him is turning crimson. “Y/n,” He breathes out, looking up at the bare branches reaching for one another from different trees. “I’m sorry.” He whispers as his eyes begin to dip, just as several men appear above him.

Panting heavily, Bucky looks over to the clock on his bedside table. 7 in the morning, again.

He buries his face into his hand, feeling guilt course through his body knowing you’re awake and he has yet to see you. Part of him was nervous to see who you’ve become and whether you’re still the same girl he loved and lost all those years ago. Or if you’re this new version that he knew as Tony’s assistant, one who views him as the former winter soldier, not James Barnes.

Playing with the ring in his fingertips, Bucky walks toward the medical wing within the compound, already hearing laughter sounding from the room causing his heart rate to spike.

“She was amazing, truly.” You tell Steve, resting your hand over his as he tries to stop tears falling from his eyes. “And she was happy in the end, you know that, right?”

“Yeah,” Steve mutters, wiping his eyes. “but she seriously punched Howard for not taking Maria on a date sooner?” He asks again as you nod, gentle laughs sounding from you both as Bucky hovers behind the entrance, a wall of apprehension stopping him from entering.

“Do, do you think he’ll visit?” It’s almost whispered as you look down at your marked hands, scratches and dark bruises now littering your skin.

Hearing faint movements from the doorway adjacent to your bed, Steve smiles to himself for a split second. “Why’d you think he wouldn’t?”

Bucky leans closer against the doorway, his heart hanging together by a mere thread as you shakily sigh. “I just, what if I’m not who he remembers or even wants in his life?”

Ever since your memories flooded your mind, you couldn’t stop thinking about him, wondering what he’d think of you.

“I’ve been awake for two days, Steve,” You add, doubt clouding your mind as Steve silently prays for Bucky to just walk in. “and, and he hasn’t been yet I just, I,” You stumble over your words, eyes locked on the sheets covering your body as you remain unaware of Bucky turning the corner, walking toward you.

“Hey, doll,” Bucky quietly calls out, standing still in the entranceway with the box now in his pocket, out of sight as he clasps both hands together, flesh into metal.

Your hand slips from Steve’s as you force yourself further up the bed, itching to climb out.

“I wouldn’t do that, you know what Bruce said.” Steve reminds you, yet you tear the sheets from your body and uneasily rise to your feet.

“Since when did that stop me, huh?” You joke back, Bucky unable to stop himself from smiling at your playful antics with Steve, giving him a glimpse of what he once knew.

Moving closer to one another, you both can’t help but note the changes. Your gaze hovers to his metal arm, the black plates etched with gold leading to his shoulder, his long hair and stubble lining his jaw. But he still had the same loving blue eyes, even if you could see the pain lingering behind them.

Yet, Bucky could still see it’s you. Despite the bruising and cuts across your skin, you hadn’t changed one bit.

“James?” You speak up, too afraid to reach out as your hands remain by your sides.

“Y/n.” Bucky responds softly, taking a step closer as Steve watches from the sidelines, having never anticipated seeing this moment happen after he saw Bucky fall from the train all those years ago.

“It’s really you, isn’t it?” You ask sadly as tears begin to fall across your cheeks.

Taking another step toward you, Bucky lifts his arm up to brush the tears from your face. His hand shakes as he takes a deep breath, allowing himself to cup your cheek in his hand.

Closing your eyes, you rest your hand over his as he holds back the sob in his throat. “It’s me, doll.” Bucky whispers as you squeeze his hand, not wanting to let go. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” He breathes out, knowing no words can truly describe the past sixty years, not yet at least.

“I’ve missed you so much, James.” You try to compose yourself, knowing it’s no use as you look up at him, the man you’ve loved. “I never thought I’d see you again.”

Chuckling sadly, Bucky nods in agreement. “I thought the same until I heard you playing the piano the other week.”

“Wake and dream medley.” You remember it, having danced many a time with him at his Mother’s house, twirling around the living room whilst Rebecca laughed with you as Bucky dipped you and dropped you by accident. “I, I,” Stumbling over your words, Bucky glances over to Steve.

“I’ll leave you two alone.” Steve speaks up. “But it’s good to see you both, together after all this time.” He adds sincerely before stepping out of the room whilst Bucky guides you back toward the hospital bed, knowing you still need your rest even if you deny it.

“You’ve read my file, Y/n,” Bucky sighs. “I, I’m not the same man you knew.” He looks away, still cautious of himself, of his own mind. “There are things that I’ve done that I’m afraid of you learning about.”

Unable to take your eyes off him, you take hold of his metal arm with both your hands, gliding your fingertips over the cool metal as the plates whir into place.

And then the last thing Bucky anticipates hearing causes his ears to perk up. You giggle, a smile growing across your lips as you shuffle closer into Bucky’s embrace.

“I know James,” You tell him, lifting his arm to rest around you as you lean against his chest, inhaling the scent that was a foreign memory intertwined with old pillows after he left for war. “but I want you to know, I’ll love you, whoever you are or whoever you turn out to be. Nothing, and I mean nothing will change that.” You assure him, feeling his heart beating rapidly against his ribcage.

“You still love me?” He breathes out, trying to disguise the evident surprise in his tone, but you quickly move from his embrace, staring at him with sorrow in your gaze as your brows furrow together.

“You think I could ever have stopped?” You retort.

“Doll,” Bucky starts, but you shake your head.

“Why would you think I would’ve stopped, or possible could?” A scoff sounds from you as Bucky lowers his gaze to the marble tiles on the floor, shame overcoming his mind.

“James, for years I mourned you, I strove for a better future, dealing with losing you and Steve. My parents were gone, I had no one left besides myself.” You explain, fighting through your emotions that have been suppressed with your memories for so long. “In all that time, not once did I ever stop loving you, even if you were gone.”

“I was never very good at loving you though, Y/n.” Bucky admits. “We both know that I, I left you, twice. Both times with the promise of coming home.”

“And you did.” You comment, resting your hand on his stubbled cheek as Bucky glances up, seeing a shy smile form on your face. “You’re here now, we both are.” You chuckle in disbelief. “By some means, we’re both here, in the twenty first century, alive.”

“Never thought I’d live to see the turn of the century, let alone live in it completely.” Bucky jokes, hearing you laugh quietly. “Will, will you still have me then, Y/n?” He asks softly as he reaches into his pocket, revealing the small velvet box.

Your eyes widen in shock at the sight of it. “They gave it back to you?” You ask in disbelief, feeling the corners of your lips bury further into your cheeks whilst Bucky nods.

“And now I’m giving it back to you, its rightful owner.” Bucky states, lifting the lid revealing the ring, your ring. “That is, if you’d still like it, doll?” He apprehensively asks.

Yet, you roll your eyes, unable to stop yourself from huffing in response. “Are you seriously asking me that?” You remark, and Bucky blinks for a moment. “And like this? Come on, Buck, at least give it a little class.” You joke, only ever calling him ‘Buck’ in times of relief.

Moving from off of the bed, Bucky grunts as he kneels down in front of you on one knee. “Y/n Y/n, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife, my doll and my best friend forevermore?” His words mirror those he uttered decades ago in that old dance hall, and yet they still roll off his tongue with the same ease.

Following his action, you lower yourself from the bed, Bucky reaches out to support your waist as you kneel in front of him. “Yes,” You smile. “and I guess this time, forever means forever, huh?”

“You’re stuck with me doll,” Bucky jokes as you lean closer, your lips ghosting his.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, James.” You whisper, closing the distance between you both as you kiss him, the sensation of coming home after all this time hitting you like a ton of bricks as you wrap your arms around him, wishing to never let him go.

“Close your eyes.” Bucky whispers, and you oblige. “Think of him, think about any details that you have relived, any conversations or scenery you noticed.” Bucky suggests, trying his hardest to not reach out and take your hand in his.

Keeping your eyes closed, you try to focus on his face, hear his voice, but it’s all too much of a blur. “It’s no use.” You sigh, burying your face in your hands. “I just, I know if I ever saw him again or met him somehow, I’d know who he was.” You mumble into your palms, unaware of Bucky tearing his eyes from you, the ropes pulling his heart snapping for good, now beyond repair.

“You’ll find him, Y/n.” Bucky pats your back, hearing you sniffle.

“You think?” You ask, lifting your head back up as you half-smile to Bucky who nods.

“I’m sure of it.” He forces a smile, but you can tell it’s not reaching his eyes.

And after all this time, Bucky was right, you had found him; only to discover he’d been there all along.

T H E E N D

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years

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Forgive Me: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: you've sinned. but will your punishment be enough to absolve you of your transgressions?

wc: 1.3k

tw: NSFW (spanking, unprotected sex, ScAnDoLoUs BeHaViOr) If you're super religious, you might have a hard time with this one. Please proceed with caution. (oh lordt, I'm going to hell for this, please do not crucify me.)

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You walk into the small chapel with your purse held close to your chest, the sound of the reverend packing his things making you nervous. A chill runs down your spine, and you clear your throat, calling attention to yourself.

When Reverend Geto turns to you, his long black hair slides over his shoulder, and his onyx eyes widen a fraction. "Ms. Y/n." You offer him a small smile, dipping your head so you look at your shoes. "I haven't seen you around here in a while. How are things?"

"Fine," you breathe. "Things are just fine."

"I know you and Mr. Gojo were recently divorced. I sent you a letter; did you not receive it?"

"I did. Your words were very... eloquent." The smile the reverend gives you is sweet and full of kindness. "But I didn't come here to talk about that," you admit, sitting down on a pew. The reverend sits next to you, lacing his wide fingers together and sitting back a fraction.

"What can I do for you?" he wonders, tilting his head to the side.

"I've sinned quite a bit in the last few weeks..." you whisper, and the reverend nods.

"I see."

"And I was hoping for some kind of penance. I need to get back on track." The reverence doesn't speak but crosses his legs carefully, considering your words before murmuring,

"And what have you done that needs forgiveness?"

"I have lusted after someone who is not mine." Your confession doesn't make him flinch. Instead, he brings his laced fingers and mouth to meet, leaning forward. "And I have done so many times. Even before I was officially divorced."

"May I ask..." Please don't ask who, you mutter internally. "What brought these thoughts to you?"

"Mr. Gojo was never faithful." The reverend shrugs, knowing the playboy antics of his former parishioner. "My eye started to wander... and I--" you break off, words catching in your throat. Geto leans over to rub you on the back, encouraging you with nothing but this small gesture. "I almost sinned with my body, Reverend." At this, tears come to your eyes and you wipe away at them before he can see you begin to cry over the sham of a marriage and absolute failure of a life.

"There, there... but you didn't, Ms. l/n. You held out until the end, and for that, you are incredible. Most would have crumbled entirely." You lean into his touch, craving the feeling of a warm body near you, and he envelops you in a hug, tenderly whispering comforting words that should have eased your soul. But when you touch the hem of your sundress, you remember why you came here.

"How can I be absolved of my guilt, Reverend?" you wonder, and he pulls away a fraction, looking into your eyes.

"You must not let your guilt run your life. You are an unmarried woman now, and you are free to pursue your person of interest."

"What if that person isn't available to me?"

"Are they in a relationship?"

"I don't think so."

"Are they dying or dead?"

"No."

"Then you should pursue them. I would pursue my person if they were available to me, so why should you not do the same?" At his words, your heart skips a beat, and you pull away fully, resting your arm against the cool pew armrest.

"The Reverend has a crush?" you tease, and he looks away from you, rubbing his neck carefully.

"I've had a crush on this person for a long time," Geto murmurs, and you hum.

"Tell them how you feel, then. If I have to do it, you should as well."

"That's the thing," Suguru mutters, standing up and adjusting his tab collar. "It's hard to do when you can't find the right words to ease either of your sufferings."

"You're very skilled with words," you encourage him. "What would you say if you had the chance?" Geto places his hands on either side of the table in front of him, facing the stained glass window and lifting his head slowly. His hair falls down his back, and you half-expect it to blend into his black shirt.

"I would tell her she's beautiful and interesting; she's more than any man could ever ask for, but that she just doesn't know it." You smile sadly at these words, lowering your head.

"I'm sure whoever she is, she'll appreciate those words."

"And you? What would you say?"

"I would tell him that he's a gentle creature who deserves the world and whatever he asks for." Suguru chuckles, dropping his head then turning to face you again.

"A 'gentle creature who deserves the world', huh? That's beautiful. When will you tell him this?"

"I..." You think about the implications of your next words and hold them back. "Maybe next time I see him. You?" He looks over at you, undoing his tab collar.

"I just did." You inhale sharply, and your heartbeat quickens again, thumping wildly under your dress. "But I look forward to hearing how you maintain your newest relationship. He's a lucky man."

"My penance," you remind him, and he frowns.

"For what? Lusting after someone? Or for tempting me into sin?" Your lips part as he advances on you, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "For making me lose my mind? Or for dreaming of you bent over a table and committing sacrilege in this holy dwelling?"

"Reverend..." you pant, feeling slightly faint.

"Dismiss my ramblings, Ms. l/n. I wouldn't dare encroach on territory I have no claim to." Geto drops your hand, walking back over to the podium. "Forgive me."

"No," you exhale, and he turns toward you, shocked. "You must also pay penance... for tempting me into sin as well. " The smirk on the reverend's face is wicked, almost so sinful that you consider your hell-bound fate with little regret.

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And pay penance, you did.

You lay across the table in the reverend's dining room, sundress gathered around your hips as you rock back and forth on the balls of your feet. The smacking of flesh brings you back to the present, and you exclaim as another smack is delivered on the same asscheek.

"You're taking all of me so well..." the reverend moans, the table creaking under the weight. "This pussy is fucking tight."

"Yeah?" you breathe, and he nods, hair falling all around his face in the dimming light of the setting sun. The stream of light shines right above his head like a halo, and you can't help but feel overjoyed at the feeling of him pressing into you. "Oh, god. Help me," you pray to yourself, and Geto slides two fingers between your legs to play with your clit, nipping at your earlobe.

"So wet... just for me..." You huff out a loud breath, forehead pressing against the cool wood and eyebrows scrunching up in focus.

"I'm gonna cum," you whine, and Geto slams your hips into the wood repeatedly, picking up his pace significantly.

"I want to hear that sweet mouth when you do," he orders. "I want to hear you say my name." Your legs begin to give out and your find leverage on the table's edge, whispering repeatedly,

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."

It only takes a moment more before you're cumming all over Geto's cock, quivering around his length, and being held up in his arms.

"Suguru," you pant as he continues to fuck into you, holding you by the neck from behind and making your ass one more time. He pulls out suddenly, still holding you as he grunts your name, warm cum coating your ass liberally. After a moment, he lets you back down and grabs a towel to wipe your backside.

"Have I been forgiven?" you wonder listlessly.

"I'm sure you have," Suguru murmurs, placing a trail of kisses down your back. "I know I've forgiven you." You smile, closing your eyes as you feel much lighter than before.

#geto suguru #geto x reader #getou suguru #getou x reader #geto smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen

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morsking · 3 years

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uhhhhhh to better grasp why rin is a host for both ishtar and ereshkigal and why sakura is a host for both kama and parvati you’re gonna have to read the vn since that is the only place where you will be treated to the different dimensions of both their characters and dispel any illusions and misunderstandings the ubw anime created (about rin in particular). i can explain it well but if you have the ability to, you should read the vn to really let it sink in and appreciate things more organically.

there are times in the anime where rin feels like a caricature of herself since she appears so confident and fun-loving and tsundere about it (the vn sometimes does this too but manages to balance things out a little better) that it overshadows how rin is also in her own way extremely repressed.

rin, while fashioning herself the ruler of her own world and a competent genius is still someone shackled to her duty as the last living tohsaka heir and denies herself a more profound and fundamental happiness because she reasons so long as she is the tohsaka heir, she can never be sakura’s sister, and wrongfully believes that sakura has moved on without her and belongs with the matous oblivious to what zouken has done to sakura for almost 11 years because it’s easier to think that sakura doesn’t care about her anymore than to confront all she’s taught and has lived for for so long is wrong and that she has a chance to make it right. rin however finds ways to keep running into sakura just enough that her true desires betray her efforts at keeping her distance, and if sakura just said “you are my sister, please let’s live together again” no doubt rin would be so torn to hesitate yet so hopeful to as to want it to be real.

rin’s apparent emotional independence and reputation is a product of her purposefully distancing herself from making any real human connections because she has no idea how to be emotionally available from years of stifling aristocratic conditioning. if she puts herself on a pedestal, it’s easier for others to not approach her and see through her facade. apart from that, as much fun as rin could possibly have by herself there is still something that will keep her from feeling truly fulfilled, and that’s the lack of opportunity (and emotional bravery) to reconcile with sakura. it’s also easier to forsake sakura and threaten to kill her when she’s out of control because acknowledging the horror of killing her own sister would break her own convictions and denounce her, and the tohsakas, as murderers and frauds. ishtar is that side of rin that finds being herself and living as the person in charge of her own existence. ereshkigal is the unhappy part of rin that yearns for more than what she’s been given but feels too guilty and too bound by responsibility to seek it out, and therefore denies herself her wish to connect with the person who would make all the difference in the world (sakura for rin, guda for eresh).

sakura is a naturally kind, gentle, yet strong-willed individual who has experienced that which would break and utterly annihilate most at a spiritual level. sakura only survived what she did because her mental fortitude, much like shirou’s, is so exceptional she will always retain her sense of self even if pushed to the very brink of suffering. despite that, she grew up extremely bitter, depressed, and with a disposition that utterly gave up on the world that abandoned her to the point where she wished others to fail and suffer at whatever they endeavored. if her life was pointless and fruitless as to be thrown away, why shouldn’t everyone else’s be too?

it’s really not until she met shirou that she began to change her mind and desire to have more than just numbness. a boy who just wouldn’t give up no matter how many times he couldn’t clear that jump, and accepted the outcome without regrets, second-thoughts, and self-loathing left such a deep impression on sakura that she wanted that thoughtless drive to live freely and greet tomorrow as a given to be hers as well.

little by little the broken doll with lifeless eyes restored more and more of her inner kindness and good faith, both because she gained a will that did more than just curse, and because there was someone who showed her what a real home, a real family looked like so she’d believe in love and happiness again. but much like rin, sakura struggled to believe she deserved happiness. years of abuse crushed sakura’s self-esteem, and thought her suffering made her unlovable and unnatural. her desire to be both loved and pitied clashed against one another, and were also contradictingly one and the same. it would be easy to be pitied, that means she would’ve been right about her hatefulness all along and she can just fade away along with the pain her baggage might’ve caused others. but if she’s loved, then how will she ever make herself worthy of it? how could she ever justify to herself that she’s being given love that hasn’t been earned? and even worse, what if she’s given love that can be lost?

sakura hides all the things that risk her losing all the love she’s accumulated, a desperate selfish tactic employed by a scared girl deathly afraid to lose the only light she’s ever known. if all her anger, bitterness, cowardice, jealousy, scars, and self-hatred were exposed, what would shirou think of her? once he does find out what she’s gone through, she pushes him away. she really believes she’s done for and has nothing else to come back to. even as shirou keeps asserting he does still want her in his life, she keeps hurling all the terrible things she’s done to him and herself without him knowing: that because he’s kiritsugu’s kid she spied on him for zouken, that she used him to run away from zouken and shinji, that she tried to kill herself, that she’s not a virgin, all to get him to reject her for good while guiltily clinging to the hope that he will still choose to love her in spite, or because of all that.

even after sakura’s killed shinji by accident and transforms into dark sakura, a part of herself is weak towards shirou. a part of herself lashes out when he’s around because she’s still rejecting him hoping he’ll forsake her so he’ll live without getting hurt by her while also begging for him to see how much she’s suffering so he’ll save her, going so far at the end that she tells rin to run away with shirou, having decided to kill herself alongside the grail. rin however, sees through sakura’s attempt to earn pity, but in her own fit of duty-induced forced apathy threatens to kill sakura herself before sakura has the chance to wipe herself out (jesus, rin) rather than comfort her and tell her she wishes for her to live. rin though fails to follow through with her plan. just as she overpowers sakura, she throws away all her lies and embraces her sister, telling her how she really feels, and the very first sincere expression of love her sister has shown her in a decade is enough for sakura to stop dead in her tracks and crumble in grief until shirou arrives to save her and insist that she deserves to live so that all the suffering she both caused and experienced and all the people she devoured can be given meaning. this parallels into how kama as beast iii/L wishes to render all love obsolete by drowning the universe in love to the point where all love becomes meaningless and kama no longer has to be hurt by love, with their defeat marking a change in their beliefs about the world and themself.

parvati tells you as much that she’s taken over sakura’s good side. she’s the earnest hardworking woman who is full of benevolence and enthusiasm after her purpose has become clear. however, what parvati doesn’t understand is that sakura’s good qualities are intermixed with her darker ones and fundamentally cannot ever be truly separated, and that’s why parvati also connects with sakura’s tendency to hide the ugly things about herself out of fear she’ll be rejected, and that it’s wrong and harmful for her to do that to sakura as much (if not worse) as it is for sakura to do it for herself alongside all the people that could be affected by that dishonesty.

apart from the obvious gross reasons, there is in fact a good justification for kama’s ascensions in fgo. their ascensions go from child to adolescent to adult to demonstrate that kama has a parallel to sakura’s personal growth. they are both individuals who, after being betrayed by their own kind (the gods and the tohsakas) and having their bodies destroyed (kama becoming the cosmos, sakura being devoured by crest worms and having her dna rewritten), have lost faith in who they were before and the world around them. kama starts out in sakura’s child body: the young girl who was sacrificed for a greater purpose and whose heart has been filled with depression, cynicism, and hatred for the world around her. their childish disposition however, marks that kama has truly been reborn and is going through the process of recreating their identity after it was shattered by trauma.

when kama is in sakura’s adolescent form, that signals that much like sakura around that age, they still cling to some anger and bitterness, but have begun to ease into forming new connections and their desire to be identified with love becomes complicated as it is both heavily resisted yet profoundly wanted. it is kama at their peak self-loathing, directing hatred to themself as much as their child form did to everyone else.

when kama shifts into sakura’s final adult form, it marks the period where they both have had some of their faith renewed in their existence. while it is still very difficult for them to truly know what love is and whether or not they’ve earned it, they nonetheless make it clear they want to believe in it again with the help of the person they’ve placed their trust upon (shirou for sakura, guda for kama). as the god of love, for kama to learn what love is is for kama to once more understand what it is to love themself again, and like sakura at the end of heaven’s feel finish constructing their brand new identity and move forward in a way that their happiness and reforged self-confidence can dignify their suffering and make up for all the damage they caused others and themselves.

this isn’t to say that pseudos as a concept are inherently good or anything. they are still very flawed because when mishandled for fanservice (and it happens a LOT) they do far more to displease both fans of the mythological figures and fans of the original fate/stay night characters simultaneously than to appease them both by robbing all characters involved of their complexities. regardless, that doesn’t mean that these gods wearing the faces of these girls is entirely pointless, lazy, and thoughtless. on the contrary, these girls were chosen because of all the different facets they have that match their possessors’ demeanors and themes, and i hope that this knowledge can help people see the connection with more clarity.

#anyway ooku event spoilers and vn spoilers for those who wanna go in blind #you don't have to reblog this if you don't feel like it i mostly typed this all out for myself #because i got tired of seeing either bad or somewhat disinformed pseudo servant takes #and needed to say something to keep my sanity

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narrators-journal · 3 years

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The final step

This is it boys! The final part! After this, I have no other fic to post, so I’ll probably return to original work or silence lol. But! I’ll try to post what I can to feed ya’ll content!

cw: descriptions of murder, Hint o’ Hisoka, reader’s pregnant

Previous part: here

First part: here

Illumi spent a while helping you pack before the butlers he'd requested showed up, than he returned to his home across the street to pack up as well. After all, with you now on the track to marry him, he would no longer need the home. Though, maybe we could keep it, and use it as something of a vacation spot to escape mother's unrelenting nagging. He mused.

While he was shoving his clothes into his bag and mulling over that option, he spoke to said mother, or, more-so half listened to Kikyo squeal and giggle in pure delight at the news of your pregnancy. "Mother, please refrain from shrieking in my ear," he said when his excitable mother had to stop for breath, "I'm sorry dear, but this is such good news! Your father and I were hoping this woman would prove to be a good wife, and while I will say it's a little soon for a baby, this is good news nonetheless!" She squealed, making the assassin huff, "I know, I should've waited until after I'd married her to consummate," Kikyo about blew a raspberry at his words, making him blink, "Illumi, we don't care if you decide to have sex before you get married. My only concern is that this woman isn't the right one for you." she said, "Your father would prefer that you choose a woman a bit more suited for our line of work, but if she's really as submissive as you described, I'm sure she'll be a fine addition to the family. Oh! And I'm sure your child will be absolutely adorable! I can't wait to put little booties on them, and absolutely dote on them like you no longer let me do-" "Mother," Illumi said, though his mother knew despite his monotone voice that he was annoyed. "Well, you don't." she sniffed before changing the subject. "Anyway, when are you bringing her home? I want to meet her already!" she said, going into a bit of a rant over his failure to even show Kikyo a picture of you, but her son was no longer listening. Instead, Illumi's attention was turned to his surroundings, his senses on high alert from the waves of malicious intent he felt so suddenly from the direction of your home. "Mother, was Hisoka released?" Illumi asked, his mother's voice dying at the palpable tension coming through the phone, "I believe so? Your grandfather was apparently sick of the creep, so he had him thrown out." she offered a second before Illumi hung up. In a flash, the assassin was across the street at your home, his needles at the ready. As soon as he set foot in the house, the assassin was greeted with the familiar scent of blood hanging in the air like a heavy blanket and a silence that ate at his nerves. Your home was quiet. too quiet. It about drove the assassin insane with the possible reasons behind the lack of life. Of course, the butlers that were tasked with helping you pack your clothes were dead, so that helped to explain the stifling quiet, but the sight of the help mercilessly slaughtered didn't justify the way Illumi's heart raced and a strange feeling gripped at his throat until he felt he couldn't breathe. The only time that feeling seemed to finally leave, only to be replaced with wrath, was when the casually dressed assassin slipped into your bathroom, his needles poised to be thrown, and he was met with the one person he didn't want to see inside of your home. "Hisoka." he hissed, his dark eyes narrowing and his aura reflecting the heated rage that boiled his blood at the sight of the brightly colored magician, who turned to look at him lazily, frowning as if the soulless man was as equally unwanted as the pink haired man was, "Before you maul me and get no answers, I didn't hurt your precious (y/n)." He assured, plucking one of his signature playing cards and licking the blood of a butler from it before continuing "I believe she crawled out of the bathroom window. So, I suggest you go get her back before you focus on me. Don't want her to get too far away now, do we?" The magician pouted, knowing damned well Illumi wouldn't bother with him after that news, which meant Illumi wouldn't be fighting him, yet. The assassin did, in fact, leave the magician at your house, going out instead to find you. If the help wasn't so fucking incompetent this would be a lot easier. He thought as he forced his wrathful aura into zetsu while he coldly rushed by the corpses and returned outside to prowl down the chilly streets of town, turning that edgy, strangling, anxiety feeling in his throat into energy to fuel his possessive hunt for his wife, his property. On the bright side of the situation though, you were nothing compared to the dark-haired predator, so he had that to cool his unhinged emotions before running into you. You were a recluse, you likely didn't know your way around town that well, so your trail was pretty obvious. In times of life threatening danger, people, more-so women, usually went to crowded areas after all, and you didn't know of many places that would offer help, so you were likely going to head to your grocery store. Knowing that, Illumi was able to get ahead of you, scooping you up before you could slow from a mad dash fuelled by mortal terror to a speed at which you could avoid slamming into the hunter's chest. "(y/n)," he growled, shaking you once, firmly, to put a stop to your flailing and squirming, "I am this close to jamming one of my needles into your brain. STOP IT." He ordered, the force of slightly panicked rage in his words making you freeze and stare up in terror at him with your wide (e/c) eyes. For a few seconds you stared at one another, your form squished to his in an inescapable grip while his soulless eyes glared down at you until you finally burst into tears. "Please! Just let me go!" You plead, your voice quivering with barely restrained sobs, so he took a deep breath and ran his thumb down your already tear-stained cheek, "Why would I do that? I'm only trying to keep you and our baby safe." he reminded you, but you shook your head vigorously, making bits of your (h/l), (h/c) hair stick to your face, "You're scaring me! Please let me go, I'm begging you Illumi." you cried, trying to shake his comforting hug off, "I thought you loved me," he said, not releasing you even when your upset tantrum stuttered to a stop. For a moment, you seemed conflicted, but than closed your eyes and tried to kick him to no avail, "I...I don't know anymore. You've...become so scary recently, I have to p-put my own well being ahead of any shallow attraction." you sniffled, digging your nails into his t-shirt. He brushed a strand of hair from your (s/c) face as you shook against him "(y/n), I would never do anything to harm you or our baby unless you force me to. Just behave and act like you did before figuring out you were pregnant, everything will be okay." he assured, making his voice as comforting, soft, and loving as he could manage to try and sooth you. Thankfully, he could see the fear and rebellion in your (e/c) eyes dim, returning to their usual, gorgeously submissive state. After that, you only gave one final attempt at escaping his arms before finally giving up. "Good girl, (y/n). Now, let's go home. My mother is about to implode in her excitement to meet you." After that, Illumi returned to the house he had bought for his bag of clothes, then made a beeline for the Zoldyck estate. On the trip there, the long haired assassin tried to make you happy, providing you food, comfortable places to sleep when need-be, and finding you little gifts related to your hobbies to try and entertain and make you smile. He could tell that you were still uncomfortable with him, but you slowly began to warm back up to him when your human need for companionship demanded it. However, the one thing he couldn't save you from or prepare you for, was Kikyo. The woman about tackled Illumi when he pushed open the testing gates, but as soon as you were through and safely on Zoldyck land with your husband protectively at your side, his mother began her fussing. "She looks so ill! Illumi, did you make sure she's physically healthy?" "She's not much to look at, maybe if she tried more make-up and clothes that fit her better?" "Illumi, where are her things? Did you just snatch her up off of the street while she was pregnant?!" The only thing that saved you and Illumi from his mother's judgements and chiding was a firm look from his father, Silva, who was making a rare appearance to greet you in a much calmer manner. "To answer your questions, I will get the family doctor to look her over, and her things had to be left. A threat came up and I needed to bring her here before harm befell her, so I will need to buy her new clothes." The dead eyed assassin assured his mother, who obviously had more hen pecking to do, but she refrained under the stern look of her husband. After that, Illumi got you nicely settled in to his bedroom, and while you did put up some more of a fight over staying there, you mostly accepted your role as his wife-to-be and mother of his child rather easily. He knew you were simply acting out from your hormones and the stress of your situation, so he did his best to keep his temper with you. "It'll be okay (y/n), once you get comfortable here, we'll be happy." Illumi soothed one night after one of your bouts of sobbing and fighting to escape while he sat, cross-legged with you in his lap and his hands rubbing your belly. You weren't showing much yet, but it still pleased him greatly to now have his wife and child safely at home. That's right, he thought, letting a rare smile spread across his usually unreadable face, you're home now, (y/n)...

#Illumi #yandere illumi x reader #x reader #yandere #hisoka #hxh #hunter x hunter #part 12 #quotev #fanfiction

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chilly-me-softly · 3 years

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fluff alphabet for jordan (henderson)

This is my first alphabet so hope I did it right and that you like it! x

A - APRON

Jordan wasn't the best cook in the world, he kept it simple and always made the same recipes sure that the result was more than acceptable. And you loved to see him in action, from the moment he put on his apron until he got to the cooker, his expression always focused as if he were in the middle of a surgical operation. And then his eagerness to know if it was good, the smile on his face when you complimented him, him enormously pleased with himself.

B - BALL

Of course he always has a ball between his feet, many times urging you to play with him. And you're not a professional player at his level, but you certainly manage to distract him in other ways...

C - CUDDLE

After a day of practice what better thing than holding you in his arms while you tell him what happened while he was gone or anything else that comes to mind. Your voice is better than any relaxing drink, so much so that many times he has closed his eyes without even noticing.

But it's the little circles you draw on his arm, the light kisses you leave on his chin from time to time that make his night. Because no matter how much he likes being around the boys, no one pampers him like you do.

D - DINOSAUR

The little dinosaur is supposed to be for your son, but ever since it was given to you, it keeps you company when you're alone. Or even to annoy Jordan as he often complains that you spend more time hugging that soft toy than he does.

"I swear, as soon as he's born, I'll let him have it"

"If you say so" Jordan strokes your eight month old baby bump with a smile on his face, "did you hear mommy? She'll leave you her toys" he leaves a light kiss on your belly as you gasp hitting him with the dinosaur head.

"You're really mean Jordan, go away I never want to see you again" you put on a fake pout as he looks at you softly getting up to be at your height.

"How about you keep this dinosaur, and our son gets another one? You can match"

"I don't need a stuffed animal, I'm a big girl now" but you don't believe it either, him raising an eyebrow clearly amused and you hitting him with the dinosaur again.

E - EXERCISE

Even on his days off Jordan had to work out, the home gym built for the occasion. And he loves showing off for you, when you go to sit on a bench and your gaze settles on his toned, sweaty body.

"Like what you see?" he sneers, gently passing the towel over his face and then laying it on your shoulders, you rolling your eyes faking nonchalance.

"Please my lover is in better shape"

"Oh yeah?" Jordan walks over trapping your legs against the bench and starting to lie on top of you.

"No Jordan you're sticky" you try to desist but he's already on your lips. So you draw him to you by the neck, the thin layer of clothing separating you starting to get annoying.

F - FAMILY PHOTO

Jordan literally loves family photos, a big one of you just on the fireplace. He claims that every year you have to redo it because you all change so much, especially the little ones. Plus that year there is a new member of the family so it has to be redone.

You smile, arranging the ribbon around the baby's head in your arms as a three-year-old runs past your side almost tripping.

"Careful" you sigh, "Come on come over here next to us so we can take the picture and then you can go play" you don't know how he hasn't gotten dirty in some way yet. Jordan and the light shirt obsession. It's cute but totally not appropriate for a vulcano like your kid.

Finally Jordan arrives after talking to the photographer about the shots, wrapping an arm around you briefly. He places a kiss on your temple and the forehead of the little one in your arms before stopping the baby who was about to run away again.

"Just two minutes okay?" he smiles, crouching down and resting his hands on the kid's shoulders, smoothing down his jacket and adjusting his little bow tie before guiding him back to his seat.

And at the end of the week all you have to do is choose the best photo.

G - GETAWAY

Especially in summer you used to disappear to spend some time alone away from schedules, appointments, dinners to attend, families. Nothing was better than disconnecting, just you and Jordan relaxing in a secluded place or being tourists in some unknown location. You did everything you could to keep your mind off your troubles for even a couple of nights and it was always worth it.

H - HUG

All you had to do was say that word and Jordan would drop what he was doing, his arms gently around your body. Sometimes you did it just for the sake of it, but most of the time you just felt the need to be held and he was almost always there to satisfy you.

I - ILL

Sick Jordan was absolutely something. His unkempt state, his bright eyes and his drawling smile made him so cute in your eyes even though he felt like crap.

"Stop looking at me like that" he complains as he always does trying to hide his head somewhere while you smile.

"I'm not doing anything"

"You're looking at me" his voice comes muffled from under the pillow as you try to take it off, stroking his slightly damp hair. You liked taking care of him for once, even if it meant he wasn't at his best. He always seemed so strong, always available for you and that was one of the few times you could somehow return the favour.

He got annoying but you couldn't really take it out on him, could you?!

J - JORDAN

You didn't use nicknames, his name was good like that and you didn't need to change it or not use it at all. And he loved to hear his name coming from you. With hilarity when you were having fun; with sweetness in intimate moments; and yet angry, joking, alarmed, every possible nuance brought a smile to his face.

K - KEY

You were having breakfast one morning, you were enjoying your bowl of cereal while his had become un-eatable by now as he kept throwing you glances not caring about it.

He continues to twist something between the fingers of the hand he has hidden from your view when suddenly Jordan reaches across the table, sliding something towards you. A key.

"This is the house key. I wanted to... well give it to you but don't feel pressured in any way" he doesn't know exactly what he's nervous about, many times he's left you his keys to get in or when he was out of town for emergencies. But you looking at him motionless certainly doesn't help him. Has he made a mistake?

"You're giving me the key to your house?" your gaze on that object, incredulous, not touching it as if it might shock you. "Really?" you always had his keys on loan, having your own meant he trusted you enough to let you into his space even unannounced, or that you wouldn't lose it and risk someone else finding it. It was a really great gesture.

"Yeah I mean I thought you could have your own copy, and use it even when I'm here" a huge smile breaks across your face as you stand up going to sit on Jordan's lap, him scooting his chair further back to allow you to be more comfortable.

"That's...I have no words. Just thank you"

"I like the idea of coming home to find you already comfortable"

"Oh I surely will" you chuckle as you finally take that key in your hands, snapping to your feet causing a confused expression to appear on Jordan's face as you leave for the door.

"I forgot something" you walk back inside using the key and going straight to leave a kiss on his lips as he stands up immediately wrapping his arms around your body. "Are you crazy? It's so cold out there"

"I have a key now" you state with satisfaction as you cling to him.

L - LAUGH

Definitely his trademark, you can recognise it even with your eyes closed. You couldn't be more different than that, you always trying to be as quiet as possible while he was always so loud. But you couldn't help but be mesmerised by his face when he laughed, from his squinted eyes to his head thrown back.

"If I were to lose my memory, I'm sure your laugh would make me remember you" a soft smile on your face as you looked up at him slightly from below lying on his chest as he raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about? Why would you lose your memory?"

"I said if, it's a scenario" you roll your eyes pouting, him quickly running his thumb over your lips to remove it.

"Why do you always have to be so tragic?"

"Ugh Jordan it was a compliment, it's not my fault you don't get it" and that laugh is always there to fill your heart.

M - MATCHDAY

Every home game Jordan is sure to have you at the stadium cheering for him. Over the years that has never changed, only skipping games when you weren't feeling well or when you were really pregnant and Jordan would be more concerned about you and your safety than the outcome of the game.

A little unspoken routine between you, him always leaving home early no matter the kick off time to review tactics and you sending him a text to wish him luck with a picture of you - and later a picture of you and the kids - wearing his jersey.

After the match regardless of the result and after he has done any interviews, here you are together sharing a short but sweet moment. You remind him how proud you are of him, the children want to go and play on the pitch.

N - NOSE

His nose brushes your neck as he snuggles up against you to rest; his nose brushes yours gently in an Eskimo kiss before he makes your lips connect; his nose brushes your skin after you have just stepped out of the shower. You often teased him by saying he looked like a tracker but you liked that little attention, the build up to what came next.

O - OLD

You always tease him by claiming he's getting old, sprawled out on the couch after spending half an hour chasing his son completely out of energy while the kid would happily take another ten thousand steps in the backyard.

"If I'm old then so are you, you know that don't you?"

"Yeah" you shrug, "but I'm still younger than you"

P - PIXEL

It's no secret that Jordan travels a lot during the year, your pixilated face seen more times than he'd like. But you don't hold it against him, besides being work it's his dream and moving around so much means he's living it to the fullest; that he's required and indispensable to the team besides being its captain of course.

You have learned to live the moments when you are together, to cheer and not waste it. And every time he stops to look at you while you're sleeping by his side or even just at any other time, he can't stop remembering how much those pixels don't really do you justice.

R - RING

It was a normal day in your life when you realised as a teenager that you had a thing for guys' hands, and if they had rings for some reason it was a bonus.

And many times you'd literally froze as you stared at Jordan's hands moving as he talked or wrote or cooked, the addition of that ring after your wedding didn't help the cause. You were brought back down to earth by his laughter because it was always surprising how one minute you were actively participating in the conversation and the next you were like in trance.

S - SAFE

You don't think you've ever told him verbally but you were lucky enough to have met him. Jordan makes you feel safe and you don't talk about the need to be defended from the bad. You know that with Jordan you can talk about whatever is on your mind without fear of being judged, you know he will always be there for you no matter what. You're immediately heartened by the reminder that he's by your side because any moment is less hard if the right person is by your side.

T - TOMORROW

It is something you often talk about, tomorrow. Everything is unpredictable, you never wanted to make long-term plans because you never know what might happen but only one thing you know for sure that you want Jordan by your side. And your idea matches his.

"You are my tomorrow and as long as I wake up with you by my side I will have a reason to smile"

U - UNIVERSE

"You are my universe"

"Stop it"

"But you are, why wouldn't I tell you" he chuckles as you hit him trying to hide your face.

You are one who is always on the move, always available for others but at the same time doesn't know how to react to compliments. You do what you do not to be praised or anything else but just because you feel like it and every time after a compliment of any kind any word would seem unnecessary, making you stand in front of that person smiling embarrassed making you feel uncomfortable. There, if you had to find a word to describe it you could say that compliments make you uncomfortable.

And Jordan knows this very well, but every now and then when you're alone he starts showering you with compliments and sweet phrases for the sake of it. But the truth is that he likes it when you blush, your cheeks turning red as you do your best not to look him in the eye or hide your face in your hands.

V - VOWS

It seemed years away, but your wedding day had arrived overwhelmingly. You couldn't wait to experience that day and those emotions to the fullest. The thing that had been most challenging for you was the vows, so many things to say without finding the right words. Everything seemed already said, obvious, not perfect and several times you had been on the verge of a nervous breakdown for that small detail.

But on your wedding day, no one around you exists anymore. There's just you and Jordan and your hearts full of love for each other, his thumb caressing the back of your hand for support. You almost forget what you've been struggling to write over those last few months, the words that come easily from your lips just by looking into his eyes.

W - WINNER

Winner takes it all. Jordan watches from afar as you joke with some of his teammates and the only thing he can think about is how that year just ended was one of the most amazing of his life so far, both professionally and in his personal life. He had achieved extraordinary goals with the team, broken records and set new ones. And then he had you who had given him a child a few months earlier and he felt like a winner.

Y - YUMMY

"Yeah that's yummy" Jordan watches his baby close his mouth around the spoon and then bring his thumb to his mouth getting messy with his own food.

"Why do you do that hm? Why?" his tone of voice only makes the child laugh as he waits for another bite clapping his hands on the high chair. Jordan quickly satisfies him seeing the same scene repeat itself, the little hands that have now become sticky and are getting everything they touch dirty like they always do at feeding time.

Z - ZOOM

His professionalism never fails to amaze you as you watch him from afar managing to handle questions in front of a computer. It will be the third interview in which he's asked the same things over and over again and you have never seen him make any gesture of tiredness or annoyance. And you are waiting for him to finally get up from that chair to wrap him in your arm and give him the right amount of pampering he needs to clear his head of everything.

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Chapter 19: Baby Brother

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“I’m Sakusa Kia. My mama is (L/N) (F/N) and my papa is Sakusa Kiyoomi,” Kia proudly says, looks back to smile at her father. He pats her head in approval.

“Do you wanna answer questions, baby?” Kiyoomi asks her and she nods. He nods at the interviewers and they quickly scribble questions for Kia on their notepads. “She’ll only answer three questions.”

“No! Five!” Kia corrects her dad, but her hand is raising only two fingers. Atsumu coos at her and she blushes.

“Amongst your papa’s teammates, who is your favorite uncle?” An interviewer asks and Kia falls into deep concentration. Atsumu has a smug look on his face, confident that she’ll choose him. After a while, Kia answers.

“Yoyo and Koko.” The two boys cheer from her answer, leaving Atsumu in despair.

“I thought I was your favorite!” Atsumu whines, looking at Kia with puppy eyes. Kiyoomi gags at his actions, earning a glare from his daughter.

“Mu-chan’s my boyfriend!” Kia claims, making Atsumu smile.

“You heard that everyone. I’m not available anymore,” Atsumu declares with a giggle.

“She’s breaking up with you tomorrow for your twin brother,” Kiyoomi mutters, but the mic picks it up so the whole room hears. Everyone laughs, a pout forming in Atsumu’s lips.

“Next question!” Kia excitedly speaks to the mic.

“Who do you love more? Mama or Papa?”

“Next question!” Kia repeats, ignoring the question.

“You have to answer the question,” Kiyoomi tells her. She shakes her head, the whole room laughing at how she handled the hard question. “I’ll take you to the theme park if you answer.”

“Are you bribing your child?” Atsumu asks. Kiyoomi rolls his eyes at him, not minding his words.

“Really?” Kia’s eyes lighten up. “Then, I’ll answer.”

“Who do you love more? Mama or papa?” Kiyoomi repeats the question in anticipation.

“I love you both the most,” Kia answers, earning everyone’s awws. Kiyoomi kisses the top of her head, his mask hiding his smile.

“Kia has to announce something!” Kia suddenly says in the mic, making you and Kiyoomi nervous.

“Tell me first before you say it,” Kiyoomi tries to take her away from the mic, but she’s already on the table, the mic in her hand.

“Kia is gonna be a big sister! I’m gonna have a baby brother!”

The interviewers clap, congratulating Kiyoomi. They boys on stage exchange looks of confusion, waiting confirmation from their teammate. He forms a cross with his hands, signaling that it isn’t true. Kiyoomi glances at you, who is standing at the sides, hidden from the press. He sees you hide, so he gets worried.

The post-game press conference ends, Kia and Kiyoomi getting off the stage together. He looks for you backstage, but doesn’t find you. He calls you, but you don’t answer. Finally, you answer.

“I’m the parking lot waiting for you,” you answer even before he can ask. You end the call, not wanting anymore questions. He goes to the said place and sees you standing by his car.

“Are you okay?” Kiyoomi asks you, Kia sleeping in his arms. You nod, smiling at him. He tucks Kia in her seat, reclining it so she can sleep comfortably. The two of you enter the car, pretending not to notice the tension in the air.

The three of you head home, the silence you’re making, defeaning. He and Kia takes a shower, while you make dinner. After their bath, they settle in the dining table, waiting for your food. The elephant in the room is probably staring at the two of you.

After dinner, Kia sleeps immediately since she wasn’t able to sleep. You tuck her into the bed in her room, wanting to talk with Kiyoomi alone. You head to his room, lying down beside him. Not able to let the words out of your chest, you pretend to sleep instead.

“Talk to me,” he pouts like a child, the light from outside making his face visible to you. You then lean on the headboard, turning the lamp on. He mirrors your actions and waits for you to speak up.

“Kiyoomi, is there anything you want to tell me?” You finally ask him. He sighs nervously.

“Do you want another child?”

His questions brought waves of memories. And you let those memories wash over you.

You were on your knees, lowering your head. Tears were dropping on the wooden floor as you were not able to look up. Your mother was furious when you showed up to her house pregnant.

“Are you sure want to keep the child?” Your mother asked you. “How about your studies? Your future?” She exclaimed. “What did Sakusa say about this? He should marry you because you’re carrying his child.”

“I broke up with. I don’t want my child to grow up thinking he or she is the reason for an unhappy marriage. Like me,” you replied to your mother bravely. You felt a slap land on your tear stained cheek, leaving a pink mark there.

Even after all that, she still let you stay in her house. You didn’t know why. A couple of times she suggested you to abort the child you were carrying, but you didn’t want to. You were determined to keep the child, your child. The only piece of Sakusa Kiyoomi you had left.

You finally gave birth to the most beautiful baby girl your eyes have ever laid. She was an angel to your eyes and she still is. Sakusa Kia.

Your delivery was normal. Keiji and Kenma were there with you. They stayed with you until you were discharged. Akaashi’s parents were the ones who paid for your hospital bills while Kenma bought the basic needs for you and Kia.

Your mother made you study while you were pregnant. Even just a week after your birth, she forced you to go to school. You obeyed her requests, thankful that still gave you roof above yours and Kia’s heads. She was being generous to you, or that’s what you thought.

She was stealing from you and lying to you. You didn’t know Kenma and the Akaashis were sending you money for Kia’s needs as well as Kia’s. She was using your money to buy her own wants. You weren’t aware that when you were in school, she wouldn’t feed Kia or change her diapers. She left Kia to cry the whole day to the point your child passed out. And she had the guts to tell you to put Kia up for adoption since she was a nuisance to you. That was the last straw.

You told your aunt and Kenma about your mother’s doing. The next day, a case was filed against her. She kicked you out because of that. You’ve never been in contact with her since then.

You lied to Kenma and Keiji, so they would stop sending you money. You didn’t want to be a nuisance to them. You told them you found a job and that you could handle things on your own.

But you couldn’t. You could only afford living in a small room. You had to wash in public baths. The only thing you could feed Kia was your breast milk, and you weren’t even sure if it was healthy or enough. You thought you weren’t a good mother. You thought you were only putting Kia’s life at risk.

You shut your doors closed. You didn’t allow anyone in. You fought your monsters alone and you lost to them. They ate you up. You fell deep into the darkness. You gave up. You lost hope. You did something you should not have.

That night, all you could hear was Kia. It was as if she was comforting you. She didn’t leave your side the whole night. You could feel her holding onto you. She pulled you out of that darkness.

Luckily, Keiji and Kenma able to find you in time. Your uncle and aunt sent you to a place to recover. They’ve always considered you as their child and you’re always grateful towards them for that. Kia stayed with the Akaashis the whole time you were recovering.

After 3 long months, you were finally able to see your daughter again. In the times you weren’t together, you realized you weren’t alone. You slowly opened up the doors, allowing others to enter your life once again. You should have never fought your battles alone. Your best friends were there. Your family was there.

There’s Kia, your reason to live.

“Baby, why are you crying?” Kiyoomi asks, pulling you into his chest. You cry harder, holding onto his shirt tightly. He lets you weep on his chest until your cries turn into sobs. He calms you down by drawing random shapes on your back.

“Kiyoomi, I don’t think I deserve another child,” you confess. He stops his actions then moves down to level his face with yours.

“May I know why?” He questions, tucking strands of hair behind your ear. So you tell him. You tell him what you went through. After listening to your story, you see a tear fall from his eye. “I want to say that I should have reached out sooner because maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t have gone through all of that.”

“Omi, don’t blame yourself please. It wa-” he places a finger on your lips, stopping you from talking.

“All of those happened already and I couldn’t change that. I wasn’t there with you in your darkest times, and maybe it was even my fault that you went through it. I promise you that you don’t have to go through all that alone. You don’t have to sleep on the floor anymore. You will never feel hunger again.”

“Kiyoomi,” you start to cry again, seeing him let go of the tears he has been holding back. The sincerity of his words striking through your heart. You wipe his tears away, caressing his cheek with your thumb.

“It doesn’t have to be now. It can be next year or even in the next 10 years. I just really want to try another for child. I want to experience pregnancy with you. Please, please, please give me the chance to be there from the start,” he says in between cries.

He places his face on the crook of your neck, letting himself cry even harder. Your hair cards into his hair, gently scratching his scalp to calm him down. He wraps his arms around your hips as nuzzles his head on your chest. The silence comforting the two of you. After a few minutes of thinking, you finally speak again.

“What if it’s not a boy?” He pushes himself off of you from your question. He looks at you with hopeful eyes.

“What?” He asks again, making sure you aren’t playing with him.

“You want a son, right? I mean Kia wouldn’t talk about a baby brother if you-” he crashes his lips with yours, stopping you mid-sentence. Your hands find home on the back of his head, fingers tangled with his hair. He pulls away from you, then you see him crying again. “Why are crying again?”

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” He litters soft kisses all over your face, making you giggle.

“Just make sure you give me a son. Because if we will have more daughters, I’m afraid that will really love you more than me. You’ll spoil them way too much,” you tell him and you see a big smile on his face.

“What if our next child is still a girl?” He cocks an eyebrow at you quite teasingly.

“Then I guess we have to try again until we have a son,” you response with a confident smile.

“You’re driving me crazy. I love you so much.”

You’re finally giving him the chance you never gave him 4 years ago.

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Facts:

Females have two X chromosomes, males have one X and one Y. An egg always carries a single X, while sperms carry either an X or a Y

Girl-boy twins occur when one X egg is fertilized with an X sperm, and a Y sperm fertilizes the other X egg.

Identical twins occur when a single fertilized egg splits into two.

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drspencerweed · 4 years

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Safer to Kiss

Summary: [Y/N] is new to the BAU, and Spencer’s avoidance of handshakes backfires a bit.

WC: 2073

Content: fluffiest fluff, mentions of kidnapping/violence (typical bau stuff)

A/N: I haven’t written fluff for Spencer yet, so I hope y’all like this!

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I wasn’t nervous about my first day at the BAU. Sure, it would make sense if I was, but I had been working my entire career to get on this team. It was where I belonged, and I knew it. My interview process with Hotch had been a breeze, and I was ready to start the next step of the process: working my first case with the team. It was just preliminary, I was still in my probationary period, but I knew it was going to go well. I was over prepared for this job.

So I wasn’t nervous. I was ready. I met Hotch in his office that morning, ready to do paperwork until a case came in. But he greeted me with a nod and held up a case file.

“Round table, now.” He said, and I followed him out into the bullpen. The rest of the team was already in the room, waiting for us.

“Hello everyone. Meet a potential new member of our team, Agent [Y/N] [Y/L/N]. She’ll be joining us on this case in a probationary manner.” Hotch introduced, and I was greeted with six smiling faces. Immediately I was drawn to the most attractive man in the room. He was sitting down, but I could tell he was tall, lanky. His hair swept over his forehead perfectly. I didn’t let my attention linger there for long however, as I didn’t want to make my attraction obvious. Luckily, one of the other agents jumped in and turned me away.

“Derek Morgan.” The muscular man to my right said, holding out a hand. I shook it with a smile.

“David Rossi.” The next man said, again holding out a hand. Around the table they went, introducing themselves. Agent Jennifer Jareau, JJ. Agent Emily Prentiss. Penelope Garcia. Then finally - the man who had so quickly caught my eye.

“Spencer Reid.” He said with a nod.

“Doctor Spencer Reid.” Morgan corrected with a nudge. Reid rolled his eyes, and a flush reached his cheeks. It was cute. And he was a doctor? I might have found my dream man.

“Nice to meet you,” I greeted, holding out a hand to shake. His flush grew deeper, and he cleared his throat.

“The number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering. It's actually safer to kiss.” He informed me, nodding and smiling. I retracted my hand with a smirk.

“If you wanted to kiss me, you could just say so.” It was out of my mouth before I could help it, the snarky retort something that I would say to any one of my friends. But I probably shouldn’t say it to someone who is technically a superior. I shut my mouth quickly and cleared my throat. Morgan let out a loud laugh, and Garcia chuckled. Reid looked shocked, his face turning a bright red and his eyes going wide. He started stuttering.

“I-I wasn’t, that’s not-”

“Pretty boy, stop while you’re ahead.” Morgan teased. Hotch looked at all of us disapprovingly, while Prentiss, Garcia, and JJ all smirked at Reid.

“Sorry,” Reid coughed into his hand, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He said, looking me right in the eye. I smiled at him.

“You didn’t.” I sat down in the only seat available, between Reid and Morgan. “Pretty boy?” I asked Morgan. Reid tried to jump in to defend himself but Morgan held up a hand to stop him.

“I mean, am I wrong?” Morgan teased. I looked back at Reid and gave him a deliberate once-over while he blushed. It seemed he hadn’t stopped blushing since I walked in the door. Before I could answer, Hotch cleared his throat.

“Garcia, let’s get started.”

Reid avoided making eye contact with me throughout the whole briefing. The only time he so much as looked at me was when I brought up the fact that the unsub’s overkill could be related to abuse in his own past. He only looked at me to bring up a statistic about how most serial killers who use overkill actually know their victims. I realized I may have taken the joke too far.

I was determined to make him more comfortable around me, as I worried that my statement from earlier had intimidated him. Even if nothing happened between the two of us, I needed him to like me. I wanted the whole team to accept me.

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The case went swimmingly. We caught the bad guy and saved the man he had kidnapped just in the nick of time. For the entire week we had been working on the case, Reid and I had spent very little, if any, time alone. It was like he was actively avoiding me. Morgan called him ‘Pretty boy’ very often, and I learned it was just something they did. And I completely agreed with him, Reid was a very, very, pretty boy. I had to work hard to keep my eyes off of him when we were working in groups. He was just so attractive, and every rambling statistic spew made me more and more attracted to him.

I was developing a devastating crush, and fast.

We were boarding the plane to go home, and I purposefully sat across from Reid. Everyone else petered off to take naps, and quickly fell asleep, but not Reid. He took out a hefty novel and began reading at his exponential pace. I watched him for a few moments before taking out my laptop and browsing the internet. After I was sure everyone else on the flight was deep asleep, I shut my laptop and sighed.

Reid looked up at the sound, and met my eyes. He made a questioning face. “Is something wrong?” He asked, lowering his book.

“No, I just wanted to apologize.”

“For what?” He seemed shocked, and closed his book and put it to the side.

“For what I said at the round table. I know it made you uncomfortable, and you’ve been avoiding me this week because of it. I didn’t mean to come on so strong.” I said. His eyebrows raised, and a flush started climbing up his throat. I quickly realized the implications of what I said, and began back-tracking. “Not that I was trying to come on to you, in any way, but uhm. I especially didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Reid nodded and took a moment to take in what I said. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable.” I could tell it was a true statement. He still wouldn’t meet my eyes, his hands twisted into each other on the table, and he seemed endlessly intrigued by their movement. But even with his body language betraying him I could hear the sincerity in his voice.

“But you have been avoiding me?” I smirked slightly as I said it. I noticed his absence of a denial to that specific accusation. He bit down around a smile at my call out. He looked up to meet me in the eye for the first time since we met. The hazel was striking. I smirked at him.

“I guess you could say that.” He said, letting his lips turn up. “But not for the reasons you think.”

“For what reasons then?” I asked, intrigued. I couldn’t think of any other reason he would be avoiding me. His flush travelled up his neck to his cheeks. He coughed slightly and glanced up at me. He still wouldn’t meet my eyes, his eyes falling on my lips and then going back to his hands.

“You-” He started but cut himself off, bunching his lips together nervously. I chuckled a little and gave him an inquisitive glance.

“Go on, I’m curious.” I prompted. He smiled and shook his head almost imperceptibly, but I caught it. He mumbled something under his breath, speaking so fast and so low that I couldn’t make it out. I quirked my head to the side, leaning forward in my seat. “What was that?”

“I said, uhm. You make me nervous.” He confessed, meeting my eyes quickly and then looking away again. I sat back in shock. Me? Make this man nervous? He was a literal genius, surely he knew how attractive he was. Not that I thought he was out of my league, by any means, but I expected him to be fairly confident in himself. For christ’s sake, his best friend called him ‘Pretty Boy’ more than he used his name. And yet, there was proof in front of me that the confidence I assumed he had was non existent.

“Am I that loud?” I asked with a laugh, trying to deflect what I thought he meant by ‘nervous’. He was attracted to me, wasn’t he? I hadn’t yet decided what I wanted to do with that information. It would make sense to ask him out, but I kind of liked the idea of teasing him without his knowledge. He seemed easy to fluster, and I loved flustering people.

He burst out laughing at that, shaking his head in disbelief. “No, no. It has nothing to do with loudness. You’re just, uhm. I’m not used to people like you.”

“People like me?”

He coughed into his hand and licked his lips. “Pretty. Confident. Forward.” He listed the adjectives quickly, counting them on his fingers. I smirked at his admission.

“So you think I’m pretty?” I smirked. He stuttered, trying to backtrack, but he knew he had been caught out.

“I-I just, yes, of course! But not like.... you’re objectively attractive! And subjectively, of course, but it’s not to say that I- that you-” He stammered out. I kept smirking at him as he dug himself a bigger hole. Finally I took mercy on him, reaching across the table and placing a hand over his.

“It’s fine, Reid. I think you’re objectively and subjectively attractive, too.” I said with a smile. His eyes shot up to meet mine, his hand flexing underneath my grip.

“Y-You do?” My heart melted for the sweet boy in front of me. How could he not know how attractive he was? He started on another rant. “I know that, scientifically, I have good bone structure, but I’m quite awkward which usually discredits whatever symmetry my face has.” I reached out and grabbed one of his hands in mine. It barely spooked him and he kept rambling. “More symmetrical faces are typically perceived as more attractive, but you probably already knew that.” He kept glancing between my eyes and our hands. Our fingers weren’t interlaced but our palms were pressed together.

“I did know that. I also know that you’re cute.” I squeezed his hand when he shook his head with a small smile. Suddenly I realized that our hands being together went against his no handshake rule. I went to pull away with a muttered, “Sorry-” But he just squeezed back and held me there.

“You really think I’m cute?” He asked skeptically.

I smiled widely. “Yes, I do.” His eyebrows raised and he shook his head in disbelief. I simply grinned at him as he tried to wrap his head around the idea that I could possibly be attracted to him. It was such a sweet sentiment it made me blush. I leaned forward in my seat a bit and reached out for his other hand. I was feeling bold. “So are you gonna ask me on a date or would you rather me do it?”

He smirked up at me shyly. “Would you like to get dinner with me when we get back?” He asked, interlacing our fingers.

“I’d love that.” I answered, squeezing his hand. The smile he gave me was so bright and brilliant it made my own face light up.

“Yes, Pretty Boy, get some!” Morgan said from next to us, apparently not as asleep as I had thought. I laughed out loud as Spencer flushed down to his neck. Morgan smirked and winked at the two of us.

Our fingers stayed interlaced throughout the rest of the flight as we talked in hushed tones and got to know each other. Every word out of his mouth made me fall a little deeper, a little faster. It was way too soon to call it love, but I knew it could get there. The little seed in my heart was growing exponentially, and the way his thumb danced over my skin didn’t help it.

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ever-is-typing · 3 years

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Since I saw you do skins hdc can I request own for Desolate sand pleeeaaase 😗

note: yessssssss desolate sand :sobbing: legit so angry at myself for not being into the game when he was available he's so awesome >:(

🪙⏳ Desolate Sand!Andrew (Grave Keeper)⏳🪙 relationship headcanons

• the gold rush inspired many people to travel west-

• and you were certainly no exception.

• be it to chase a dream or to escape the dreariness of everyday life, you made the journey for the opportunity of a lifetime!

• though, your "opportunity" was cut rather short when Marshall- the wealthiest gold digger in the west- was murdered,,,

• and you were considered a suspect in aforementioned murder,,,

• then again, you weren't the only suspect in this ordeal.

• there were a variety of interesting characters involved- a bounty hunter, a western tycoon...

• and a mysterious masked stranger, just to name a few.

• like you, he wasn't from this small western town- no one knew where he was from, really

• either way, though, you were both outsiders. but that was about where the similarities ended

• this stranger was cloaked in secrecy. he covered his face with a dark bandana, but that didn't help to conceal the shocking red tint of his eyes or the stark whiteness of his hair.

• you were taken aback by his features at first, but you didn't find them as strange as the golden shovel he carried on his person at all times

• like what do you need a shovel for in the wild west bro that's kinda ಠ_ಠ ಠ_ಠ ಠ_ಠ

• he didn't have a name- or, rather, he never told it to anyone. so, when they're not calling him a "demon" because of his unusual appearance, the townsfolk took to calling him "Desolate Sand" for his solemn and enigmatic nature

• and, unlike everyone else involved in the crime, he didn't seem to care too much for money, which was practically unthinkable

• so yeah you were definitely intrigued by Desolate Sand from the start

• he, on the other hand, wasn't too keen on making friends. in his eyes, the westerners were all corrupt... putting their faith in gold coins instead of God, so they weren't worth his time

• but, when he sees you from the other side of the bar one day, fiddling with your empty glass, something about you stands out as different

• maybe it's the worry in your expression? the unspoken plea of innocence in your wide eyes? something about it just seemed so human...

• and, being a suspect of murder, he saw it as a breath of fresh air and rationale. you weren't like these other suspects, with their petty obsession for wealth and status.

• you were a person of reason, like him. a humble survivor of life, just trying to deliver God's justice in your own way...

• or, at least, he hoped so when he slid down into the seat next to you.

• "You look like you could use another drink, dollface."

• as he gestures for the bartender to fill your glass with the alcohol of your choice, you couldn't help but feel the corner of your thoughtful frown tug up into a smile

• "Dollface? That's awfully flattering for someone you don't even know." you would snort cheekily, looking him up and down. "Anything complimentary I should be calling you, stranger?"

• "The folks in these parts have taken to calling me Desolate Sand," he would respond, tipping his hat respectfully. "But something tells me you already knew that."

• you would nod, sipping on your drink in silence. at this point in the investigation, there wasn't anyone who didn't know about this mysterious man.

• "Well then, Mr. Desolate Sand, you can call me Y/N. Y/N L/N."

• "Charmed, Y/N L/N."

• "Likewise."

• from then on, you two would keep meeting at that spot in the bar- you spent most of your time together talking about your dreams for the future and your goals by travelling west

• or, at least, you did. Desolate Sand was rather reserved about his past, but he was more than happy to listen to you talk about yours. what a gentleman (¬‿¬)

• and, with every meeting you had, the both of you began to fall in love without even really noticing at first...

• ...which caused more worry to Desolate Sand than it did to you. you were a kind soul, a good person. you didn't deserve to be with a filthy sinner like him.

• besides, he's done some pretty horrible things in his life...

•...like killing Marshall-

• omg plot twist!! (o‿o)

• so, when you finally admitted your feelings to him and he hit you with that information, it was like a punch to the gut.

• up until this point, you had really grown to trust him- but this confession just felt like the grossest betrayal possible. what other horrible secrets was he keeping from you?

• so, not wanting to find out, you ran away.

• of course, Desolate Sand had his reasons for bringing that sickening man Marshall to his end. reasons he would never want to get you involved in.

• his deliverance of justice shouldn't come at the cost of a good heart like yours- so, even if it hurt, scaring you away from him was the safest option

• though, of course, that backfired on him once the infamous bounty hunter Black Rose got her hands on you.

• she was rather livid when she heard that someone else had gotten to Marshall before her-

• he was always at the top of her hit list, and she was expecting to draw a pretty penny out of his death before someone else had stolen the kill.

• turns out pretending to be a bartender is a great way to eavesdrop for information- and, seeing two of her fellow murder suspects chatting so pleasantly at the bar was quite intriguing to her.

• and how convenient that the mysterious stranger confessed to murder within earshot (even though she was already spying on you guys)!!

• "So, tell me, L/N," she cooed, pressing her cold black pistol to the side of your head. "Do you think that killing Mr. Desolate Sand will be enough for me to collect my bounty, or no? Perhaps I should take you out, too, just to compensate for all of the trouble your little lover has caused me-"

• "You get your filthy fuckin' hands off of them right now."

• even though he was far enough away from you that you could only see his silhouette, the rage in his eyes burned brightly enough that he was practically a beacon of raw emotion

• despite his obvious anger, though, Desolate Sand still leveled his revolver at her head with the confidence of someone who's shot it before

• and, though you were relieved to see him come to your aid, that remaining fact still scared you. the man you had grown to love had still killed a man.

• "So, what's it going to be, Desolate Sand?" Black Rose hollered. "You gonna turn yourself over to me so that I can collect my coin, or is pretty little Y/N here gonna have to die first?"

• Desolate Sand inwardly scoffed. it was always about coin in the west...

• the two stood in a silent stalemate for a while. neither moved a single inch out of place...

•...and that was starting to get on your nerves.

• so, you directed all of that pent up frustration into stabbing Black Rose in the gut with your elbow!

• she was actually caught quite off guard, so much so that she stumbled backwards and fumbled with the trigger of her gun-

• and suddenly, BANG.

•...though Desolate Sand's gun was the only one with one less bullet.

• Black Rose howled in pain and clutched her leg, red pooling around the flesh the bullet tore through

• you stumbled back, dazed by the sight, right into Desolate Sand's arms.

• you were at a loss for words- you didn't even know whether to thank him or apologize.

• though the urgency in his eyes told you right away that you had time for neither

• "Y/N, we don't have a lot of time here. The townsfolk will be out here any minute once they hear this broad screaming. She'll say we tried to kill her, so I'm going to get you onto a horse and send you away while I take care of all this-"

• you were very quick to shut him up with a kiss

• he was shocked for a moment, but he found himself slowly melting into it- you tasted absolutely heavenly.

• when you two regretfully pulled away for air, you told him very passionately that you weren't just going to leave him all alone.

• you'd take your hands in his, rubbing your thumbs over his hard leather gloves...

• "Desolate Sand, I... I know you lead a pretty intense life, but... that doesn't mean you have to live it alone. Neither of us do. I love you, and I'm not ready to leave you behind yet."

• he chuckled down at you. "Funny. I was about to say the exact same thing, doll."

• and so, you both made your escape, travelling from town to town in search of a quiet place to settle down

•...though that was quite hard with all of the wanted posters with your faces on them

• yeahhhhhh you're both kind of wanted criminals now I forgot to mention that sorry

• (Well, Desolate Sand more so than you. You're labelled as an "accomplice," and they just never seem to get your nose right on the posters. ;0)

• after everything, Desolate Sand agreed to deliver his justice in a less morbid fashion. despite everything you've faced in the past/will face in the future, you're both just happy to be at each others sides- and no amount of gold could ever compare to the love that you two share. ♡

"Y/N, you've got something these westerners and I lack- a good heart. You constantly prove to be a breath of fresh air in these lawless lands... don't ever change, darling. I'll protect you with my life."

-Desolate Sand!Andrew Kreiss 🕳🕳

#idv #identity v #idv x reader #identity v x reader #idv headcanons #idv scenarios #idv skin headcannons #idv andrew #idv grave keeper

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holy cow that sc old guard au is so good!! 😍 pls continue it if ever you'd be so inclined,,, I like the idea of lena finding family with the old guard and navigating her relationship with kara and the superfriends in canon 😊

Okay, then how about we think about the fact that when Lena and Kara finally exchange secrets, Kara is eloquent and apologetic and hopeful, giving a beautiful speech that ends with "I'm Supergirl."

And Lena's response is "I'm dead."

Cue season finale break.

But then we immediately pick back up with "Except I'm not. I mean, I'm alive by any measure known to science, I've checked. But that doesn't change the fact that the night before I moved to National City I woke up in a warehouse in Metropolis and spat two bullets out of my skull."

Kara just stares at her like whaaaaat is happening.

"And those people, the ones in the lobby the other day, I think they're like me, because I've been having dreams about them ever since it happened and I think they're old. Like older than time old and honestly I've been trying not to think about it because the idea of living that long terrifies me and--"

Lena cuts off when Kara wraps her in a hug, squeezing her tight. After her momentary shock, Lena relaxes, abandoning her train of thought in favor of melting into Kara's embrace.

"It's okay," Kara promises. "We'll figure it out. Together."

Lena gladly accepts the fact that she doesn't have to go through her journey of immortality alone. And it's not just the superfriends she has to lean on, but also her new family of fellow immortals who have gone through the exact same thing she has.

She doesn't have to go into hiding like Nile did. So far, no one but Corben knows her secret, so the risk of being identified and studied by the government is minimal. So the focus of everyone's work becomes keeping it that way.

Andy and the rest of the old guard set themselves up as Lena's new ace security team. Andy is the brains and occasional sniper, but stays out of the direct line of fire. Nicky and Joe are the public facing bodyguards who go with her everywhere, while Nile is the last line of defense, posing as Lena's assistant.

The two groups don't really mesh at first, despite the superfriends' curiosities. The old guard has been too long alone and too long with death to know what to do with the superfriends' youthful exuberance. But eventually their mutual attachment to Lena brings them into each others orbits.

Joe and Nicky adapt first. They come to love game nights, and Nia adores their blatant love for each other. Nile is the closest to them in age, but game nights and giggly girl parties isn't exactly her scene. She and Lena share plenty of scotch though, on the nights when they're alone in the office and have nothing to do but talk.

Andy remains an enigma. To her, the people around them are all children, and she can't truly connect with them the way she does with the old guard. The only member of the superfriends she can connect with is Supergirl.

There's something about being the last of her world that makes Supergirl relatable, something about being earth's mightiest hero that creates the same invisible wall between her and her closest friends that Andy recognizes.

And Lena. Lena suddenly finds herself in a drastically changing landscape. Her apartment fills first with bodies and go bags, as the old guard camps in her living room and spare bedroom. Then slowly Nicky's drawings find their way to the walls, and knick knacks come to rest on every available surface. Weapons fill every nook and cranny, a fact Lena grows more accustomed to as Nile starts training her.

She's familiar with guns and can hold her own in hand to hand combat under normal circumstances, but it doesn't flow through her muscles like it does with the old guard. Each of them but Andy teaches them their own specialty, relentlessly, until Lena feels her body change, her muscles coiled and ready to explode into motion using nothing but reflexive memory.

When Lena asks about training with Andy, the others laugh.

"Give it another century," Joe says, smiling warmly, "then ask."

But Lena picks up fighting as quickly as she does everything else. Sparring with Nicky and Joe is the most fun for Lena-- she surprises them with her skill in bladed weapons, courtesy of her near-olympic level proficiency in fencing. But even with them Lena can barely hold a candle at first. She's good, better than good, but Joe and Nicky don't fight to earn points. They fight to kill. They move with their whole bodies, with power and momentum behind every strike.

Lena does all she can to catch up. She loves a challenge, and this is a matter of keeping her life the way it is-- something she'll cling to until it's ripped out of her warm, undying fingers. She wants to keep L-Corp, she wants to keep game nights, and movie nights, and... she wants to keep Kara.

And Kara.... Kara supports Lena through it all, but the truth of Lena's new reality doesn't really sink in until one day she and the old guard don't move fast enough. They're lucky, in the sense there's no one else to see the bullet that rips through Lena's sternum and blasts out of her back, taking chunks of flesh and bone with it.

Kara's heart stops, barely hears the gasping wheeze as Andy puts a knife through the shooters windpipe. All she can see is Lena, unmistakably dead.

But then Lena blinks into a grimace, a curse rising to her pinkening lips.

"Fuck."

Then, "Ow. Motherfucker."

Nile pulls Lena to her feet, putting her gun back in Lena's palm. Lena deftly checks the chamber and nods the okay, and Nile moves on. Only then does Lena see Kara standing stock still, eyes wide and chest locked against a burgeoning panic attack.

"Hey," Lena says softly. She takes Kara's hand in hers, letting Kara feel the warmth of her skin, the pulse of her veins. She even pulls her blouse aside so Kara can see the flesh knitting itself back together. "I'm okay. See?"

There's a word for what Lena is, but Kara's pretty sure it isn't okay. Still, its enough to get Kara's legs to move again. With a nod, she bounces on the balls of her feet then launches into the air, speeding through the remaining gunmen and piling them aside unconscious for the police to deal with later.

"Still gotta get used to that," Andy mutters under her breath, coming to check on Lena. "You good?"

Lena nods again. "You were supposed to stay in the van."

"Fuck off with that garbage." Andy glares at her. "One of my team goes down, I'm going to make sure they get back up."

Lena smiles. It feels different, to be so readily accepted into the guard. Even with the Superfriends, she's had to work to earn their trust, and slowly eased her way into becoming one of the group. With Andy and her people, from the moment they saw each other there's never been any other thought. Lena was theirs, and they were hers.

"Let's get going."

#old guard au #supercorp #lena is an immortal

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Make Her Mine - Chapter Three

{Warning: 18+, Dark theme, Smut, Fingering, Drugging, Mild Somnophilia, Non-con, Swearing, Choking, Mention of oral, Violence, Male Masturbation, Real Persons Mentioned}

Seriously do not read if any of this upsets you.

A/N: Okay though this started out as something to keep me occupied while I was without Wi-Fi for a week and never really planned on posting it, here at chapter three I would like to thank everyone who seems to like it and hope they get the same kick out of reading it as I’ve had writing it. Having started out with an original female character, I have decided for those reading to remove the reader's name. As such it’s now dark!Tony Stark x Reader and I figured it was about time I posted this chapter which was written months ago. Hope you all enjoy it.

Word count:- 2,490

Waking the next morning well rested, you started the day by emailing Sabrina the vague outline of your plan to escape Tony as well as how Sebastian might get involved should his infatuation prove stronger than you hoped. Titled Operation Goldfish, you figured it was a handy enough codename to quickly slip into a compromised conversation. Once satisfied, you then ordered breakfast before heading downstairs to rebook your room for five more days. Getting off the elevator and walking towards the reception desk, you took a sharp turn back to the seating area when you saw Tony walking through the front doors.

'Fuck.' you thought, 'what was his problem. Was his ego really so bruised, that he was determined to track you down?' Looking around, you quickly picked up a paper off the table and hid behind it, while you waited to see what happened next. Noting the time it was taking him to be dealt with, you instead seized the opportunity of his distraction to make it back to the elevators unseen, and quickly returned to your room.

Running through the suite, collecting all your belongings, you were just about to text Sabrina regarding the situation when you heard a beep and the sound of the door opening. Heart pounding and cursing that you didn't feel comfortable having Sabrina retrieve your weapons as well, you slowly walked towards the bedroom door to be greeted by the sight of Tony Stark standing in your suite.

"Well Darling, have you any idea all the bother you've caused me. Now I hope you're not planning on going anywhere after I gave clear instructions as to what was expected of you."

"How the fuck did you get in here and why are you doing this? Is your ego really that fragile?" you asked, while quickly trying to assess how you were going to get out of this.

No sooner were the words out of your mouth however, when you found his hand around your throat as your body hit the jam of the door. "You'll find being Tony Stark I can pretty much buy my way in anywhere. Now listen to me very carefully, the money you're using to hide from me was earned in my employ. That means Darling, that I own your pretty little ass."

Trying to hit him with one hand while using the other to pry his off your throat, he released you and you slumped to the floor, gasping for air as tears leaked from your eyes. Glaring at him, your temper flared and you couldn't hold your tongue. "So what, you think you're entitled to do whatever you want with anyone who works for you? That is seriously fucked up and illegal on so many levels."

"Oh no, Y/N, not anyone." he purred, helping you up while forcing you to look at him as his fingers caressed your chin. "Just you. There's something about the way you think you're too good for me, that makes me want to see you kneeling naked before me while choking on my cock."

Disgusted at his words and brimming with fear and anger, your knee came up to connect with his family jewels as you reached your hand around the wall and pulling a floor lamp towards you, brought it down on him. Though all this only stunned him, it gave you enough of an opening to hit him again, before reaching for your getaway bag and running from the room.

Not looking back to see if he was following you, you forgot the lift and started down the stairs as fast as you could. Reaching the street, you made it two blocks before you felt a sharp prick in your neck. Slowly slumping forward, you weren't conscious as iron arms wrapped around your chest and a booming voice told passersby that everything was under control. Taking you to an Avengers controlled facility because of the publicity surrounding your episode, the next phase of his plan was to extricate you from those determined to keep you from him.

*************

Having received the unexpected call from Tony Stark, it didn't take long for Sabrina to show up at the facility with Sebastian and two of his goons in tow. Being greeted by a kindly nurse, they were allowed to see you for a few minutes before being ushered into one of the unused offices where Tony sat waiting.

Closing the door behind him, Sebastian had to hold his wife back as she lunged at Tony. "What did you do to her, you sick fuck? I swear, if anything happens to her the full might of the New York Mob will tear you and your costumed freaks to ribbons."

"Firecracker, calm down. At least let the man explain." Sebastian coaxed, quickly glancing at Tony.

"Fine." she said, sitting in the nearest vacant chair while keeping her eyes fixed on Tony, as Sebastian took the seat next to her.

"Well it's good to see you have some control over your woman, but I wonder Mr. Stan, does she actually speak for you."

"Mr. Stark, please don't interpret my love for my wife as a sign of weakness. While she may not speak for me on Mob business, where Y/N is concerned we act as one."

"Fair enough. I was on my way back from a routine rescue when F.R.I.D.A.Y. alerted me to a pedestrian in distress. I reached her before she could hit the ground and only discovered it was Miss Y/L/N when I saw her face. I then brought her here and immediately called you, of course." he said, turning his gaze on Sabrina.

"And what exactly is wrong with her? The nurse Charlie wasn’t exactly forthcoming with information." Sebastian stated, reaching out to take his wife's hand.

"That I'm afraid is a question I don't yet have the answer to. F.R.I.D.A.Y. is running every conceivable test, but if nothing comes up, we may just have to accept it's something else and simply let it run its course."

"Something else? As in stress related?" Sabrina snapped, glaring daggers at him. "I wonder what could possibly have stressed her out that much?"

"Yes Mrs. Stan, I'll admit it, I didn't handle her rejection of me very well. But I've since gotten over it. Which is why I now intend to make sure she gets the best medical care my resources can provide."

"Mr. Stark," Sebastian interrupted.

"Tony, please." he stated, turning to face the mob boss once again.

"Tony. Given the issues these past couple of days have thrown up between you and Y/N, surely you can understand our concern. I don't think my wife and I are very comfortable with this arrangement."

"I totally understand your reservations, but as a Stark Industries employee she is also covered under the company's medical insurance, which means I can insist on the best possible treatment available anywhere. I will of course be more than happy to keep you updated on her condition. Now perhaps we can leave it there for today? I have your number."

"Sebastian, we can't just leave her here with this arrogant douchebag. This is exactly the opportunity he's been waiting for." Sabrina explained, locking eyes with her husband.

"Sabrina, sweetheart, his concern seems genuine and he should be made pay for her care. She'll be okay." Turning back to Tony, he looked him over once, before he spoke again, "Remember what my wife told you, Stark. In the meantime, I'll expect regular updates." he stressed, rising from the chair and taking his wife's hand to lead her from the room. Left alone with you incapitated down the hall, Tony couldn't hide the satisfaction he felt, knowing he finally had you in his grasp.

Suspecting that your friends didn't believe a word he said, Tony walked down the hall to your room where he couldn't help but gaze on your sleeping form. Though the sedative he'd hit you with should give him until tomorrow to get you moved to his secret location, part of him was disappointed that it had come to this. He had hoped when you left his office you would do as he asked, but it seemed you weren't as meek as you pretended to be. Still, he did love a challenge and he would enjoy breaking you.

Leaving you temporarily to deal with the paper trail and the nurse, he returned quickly and went about removing what medical equipment had been hooked up to lend some reality to the scene. Next, pulling back the sheets, he frowned at the hideous workout gear you still wore but couldn't help himself as his hand made its way up the inside of your thigh. Though he knew he wanted you awake for all he had planned, he told himself he simply wanted to see how effective the drug was at keeping you sedated.

Reaching your waist, he gently eased down your leggings before running his hand along your panty covered folds. Moving his hand up and down a few times, he brought his fingers to his mouth and coated them in his saliva before shoving your panties aside to feel your flesh against his hand. Slowly gliding up and down your folds, he moved up every now and then to circle your clit before he poked your entrance with a finger. Moving it gently in and out, he was surprised by the small amount of moisture this single digit was producing. Deciding to experiment further, he slipped in a second finger and was rewarded with a tightness that wasn't there the first time. Pumping his digits harder and faster into your pussy, he marveled at how well the drug was working, while still allowing your body to slick up his fingers.

Hearing movement out in the hall, he quickly removed his fingers, replaced your clothes and licked your juices off his digits before pulling the sheets back up. Bending down to softly kiss your lips, he pulled back before whispering "soon darling, you'll feel more than my fingers and you'll never be empty ever again." Then when a dead quiet once again fell over the place, he released his armor, eased you out the window and gently flew you to the secluded spot where his car was waiting. Placing you on the seat and securing your belt, he swept the hair back from your face before shedding his armor, getting behind the wheel and driving off to your new home.

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Pulling into the secluded, underground hideout, he thanked all the gods above that no one knew of its existence or its connection to him. Housing a garage, living quarters and state of the art lab, he knew it would be the perfect place to hide you until you finally accepted him. Taking you gently from the car and depositing you in your room, he still had things he needed to do before you woke up.

Removing your leggings and panties, he hurried to your bathroom to clean you up after his earlier exploration, before slipping into his room to retrieve a pair of boxers. Left to him, you wouldn't need clothes any time soon, but he figured after the hotel you might not take too kindly to waking up naked. As a compromise, the drug should afford him time to wash your lower garments and return them before you knew anything was amiss.

Heading to his room to shower, his mind wondered how you would react when you regained consciousness. Oh he could easily have tied you to the bed already and after the hotel maybe he should, but where was the fun in that? The contrast between the meek 'Mr. Stark' spouting you in his office and the fiery you that had evaded him and attacked him in the hotel suite excited him more than any woman had in years. He couldn't wait to see which you would open your eyes or what it would take to tip you in either direction.

So consumed was he by you that it took him awhile to realize his hand had strayed to his throbbing erection. Continuing to pump his hand up and down while thinking of your tight, warm and wet walls squeezing him like a vice, his mind wandered back to his fingers buried in your pussy and working himself harder he came with a groan, his cum coating his hand. Looking down at his release, he quickly washed up, exited the shower and changed his clothes before making a bite to eat.

Once fed, he headed back to check on you, to find you just as he left you. Though fairly certain about the timeframe of the sedative, he thought it best not to dally and headed off to his lab to set up a cover that would hopefully keep your mob friends off his back.

His first act was to wire money to associates in Europe to make it look like his private jet had landed with himself, you and the nurse Charlie aboard. Next was the setting up of a false trail that currently had you under the care of the best doctors in Denmark, no way he figured would your meddlesome friends travel there. Then he fished your phone out of your getaway bag, while marveling at the amount of cash you had stashed away. He knew he paid his employees well, but the ingenuity of someone your age to even think of something like this both amazed him and made him wonder why you did it in the first place. But that was a mystery which could wait.

Unlocking your phone, a pathetically simple task he noted, he quickly cloned the whole thing and then, placing it back with your cash and passport, hid the bag in the lab's secret safe. Once done with that, his next task involved combing through every voicemail you had in order to synthesize your speech pattern should he have a need for it at some point. He also contemplated freezing your accounts, but figured that might raise some red flags. When all that was done, he then redirected his business calls, thus making the whole thing look legitimate before instructing his A.I. V.I.R.G.I.L. to shut down most of the building.

Satisfied that his efforts were enough, he returned to your room with your freshly washed clothes and redressed you before settling on the couch to spend some time watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest. Knowing it would be a while before he got to see you this peaceful again, he savored every minute until his eyes started to close and so rising, he kissed your forehead before reluctantly returning to his own room. Laying down, he drifted off to sleep, wondering what the days ahead held in store.

Tagging:- @nsfwsebbie , @hoseokchild , @malloryharris , @ironlady1993 , @floatingdaisy7 , @taintedgenre , sorry if I missed anyone.

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lovers alone wear sunlight (chapter six)

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Notes: Better late than never, right, guys? Life hit me harder than akumas hit Chat Noir.Day 13: Rumors. @ladrienjune

“I know your secret, Adrien.”

After more than a year of being Chat Noir, you would have thought Adrien wouldn’t feel his throat close up and heart break out into a speedrun. He had close calls (or at least that’s what he thought they were at the time) with Nino and Kagami before, he even thought Gorilla might have known for one very desperate week. But looking into the eyes of Gabriel Agreste, he felt panic filling up his mind.

“I-I don’t have any secrets, father.” He said, managing to not fidget in his father’s office chair. The older man’s eyes narrowed.

“Stop this farce already, Adrien, I will not be fooled.” His father said and Adrien could barely hear him over the sound of his own heartbeat. “What’s her name?”

The confusion was so sudden it gave him whiplash.

“What?” He blurted out.

“I’ll not ask again, Adrien.”

“Father, I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play stupid with me.” Gabriel’s voice was even harder than before and Adrien felt a different, but familiar kind of dread spreading through him. Not understanding what he did wrong never stopped his father from punishing him.

“I’m not, I swear. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said honestly. “Please.”

In the face of his sincerity, his father deflated almost imperceptibly.

“I know about your secret girlfriend.” Gabriel said and Adrien’s heart climbed to his throat once again. “You have been flighty, giggly and even more foolish than usual. There are several tabloids speculating who caught the attention of ‘Paris’ finest teenage bachelor’ and trusted sources from your school have informed me that you have been telling your… friend Nino that you are now a ‘taken man’”

“What trusted sources?” Adrien asked, panic put aside by the uncomfortable idea of someone in his school tattling about his conversations to his parent.

“Don’t change the subject, Adrien!” His voice went back to his harsher tone and Adrien bit back a whimper. “Tell me who that girl is right now.”

“I, uh, you see…” Don’t say Ladybug, don’t say Ladybug, don’t say L a d y b u g. "It 's… Marinette. Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he wished he could take them back. He felt Plagg stiffen in his jacket pocket the same time his father did.

“Ms. Dupain-Cheng?” Gabriel asked, voice scarily neutral. “I should have expected it.”

“What?” Adrien squakead out, surprised he even had the courage to speak.

“Perhaps you aren’t completely inept at choosing a partner for yourself.”

“What?”

“Invite her to tomorrow's dinner. It’s my one available time slot and if she cares about you, she’ll find the time.”

“What?”

“Cease this foolishness right now, Adrien.” His father finally snapped and Adrien found the strength to close his hanging jaw. “You are dismissed.”

Adrien left without another word.

“Why did you tell your dad that you’re dating Pigtails?!” Plagg demanded, uncharacteristically, as soon as they were alone.

“I panicked! I couldn’t tell him I’m dating Ladybug!” He answered, a tad hysterical.

“Why Pigtails?!”

“Well, she’s the only one I could see myself dating besides Ladybug.”

Plagg gave him a searching look. “What, now?”

“I-I mean, Marinette is my closest female friend right now. She’s kind, loyal and brave.” He said. This felt so personal that he wasn’t eager to discuss it with anyone, not even Plagg.

“And now your dad thinks she’s your girlfriend and that you’re having dinner together tomorrow.” Plagg said, looking a lot less tense than before. Moody little kwami. “What are you gonna do about that?”

Fortunately, years of no social interaction and leisure reading prepared him for this moment.

“Easy, I’ll just ask her to pretend to be my girlfriend!”

“Ask who for what?”

Adrien startled, turning around to meet the rapidly reddening face of his girlfriend. It normally was a cute sight, but he had gotten better at reading her over the last few months and her expression at the moment wasn’t a good sight.

“Ladybug!” He exclaimed, voice two octaves higher. Plagg would be laughing at him if he wasn’t hidden already. “I can explain!”

She crossed her arms. “You better hope you can.”

As he explained the situation, Ladybug’s face moved away from angry and somewhat jealous to panicked, confused, surprised, embarrassed before finally settling for amused.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, uh?” She said and it sounded like it tasted unfamiliar on her tongue, even though he talked about Marinette probably more than he should. “Glad to know who’s the competition.”

“There’s no competition, my hero.” He pleaded, making her giggle.

“If you say so.” She teased, before straightening up a bit. “Are you really going to ask her to fake date you?”

“Just for one night, if you’re okay with it.” He said. “Then we can pretend to break up and I’ll be more careful.”

Ladybug had an unreadable look on her face. “And what about Marinette?”

“What about Marinette?” Adrien asked, confused.

“Will she really be okay with fake dating you?”

“Probably. She’s a great friend and is always willing to help.” He could see her hesitating. “What is this about, my love?”

“What if she has feelings for you?” Ladybug blurted out, immediately turning red afterwards.

Adrien stared at her for a moment before bursting out into laughter.

"What 's so funny?!” Ladybug asked, face the shade of her suit. “Stop laughing!”

“I-I’m sorry, I just- “ Adrien started, before succumbing to another fit of laughter.

“Adrien.”

“Sorry, sorry.” He stopped, but not before letting out a final giggle. “It’s just that Marinette doesn’t see me like that at all.”

She raised an eyebrow. “How do you know that?”

“Because she told me.”

“What if she was, I don’t know, covering up her true feelings because she knows you don’t feel the same?”

“I think I know Marinette much better than you do, Ladybug.” He said and her face, strangely enough, settled into amusement once again. “And how would she know that I don’t like her like that? She never asked.”

“Well, you don’t.” His girlfriend said and he swallowed back a response that wasn’t fully a “sure, of course.”

“Marinette is my friend.” He said firmly, because that was the truth and he hoped it would forever be. “She told me she doesn’t like me romantically and I trust her.”

Something flashed through Ladybug’s face too quickly for him to catch. Then, she turned her fond eyes to him.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

"That 's okay.” Adrien said before wrapping her in his arms, feeling her melt in them. “You don’t need to be jealous of Marinette.”

“I-I’m not jealous of Marinette!”

“Sure you aren’t.” He teased.

She huffed, burying her head into the crook of his neck. “I’m not.”

Adrien smiled, quietly relishing the feeling of holding the girl he loves.

Eventually, he had to break the moment. “So… you’re okay with this? Me asking Marinette to fake date?”

Ladybug hummed. “Yes. I trust you.”

Asking Marinette was easier and harder than he thought it would be.

He expected her to be a blushing mess, like usually, and she was, for a moment. Then, as soon as he said that he needed her help with something, her face turned hard and determined. That tickled something in the back of his mind, which he ignored as he had bigger things to worry about. They sat in a quiet classroom during lunch, in which he had special permission to stay in school from his father so he could prepare his “girlfriend” for dinner. He spun a mix of what actually happened and small embellishments to keep Ladybug’s identity as his girlfriend hidden.

He was terrified Marinette was going to ask him who his girlfriend was. She never did. Instead, she gave him a (strangely familiar) searching look and asked:

“This girl… Does she make you happy?”

He answered solemnly. “Deliriously happy.”

Marinette’s face broke out into a grin.

“Let’s do this, then!” She said, cheerly. “Adrien Agreste, I’ll be your fake girlfriend!”

“How did dinner go?” Ladybug asked, the night after dinner.

Adrien winced.

“It was a disaster.” What an understatement. “I’ll be lucky if Marinette ever speaks to me again.”

“C’mon, it couldn’t have been that bad…” She paused after the look he threw at her. “Marinette probably doesn’t blame you.”

How could she not? He thought helplessly.

Between the already tense atmosphere between him and his father and the way his father suddenly started, as Plagg put it, campaigning for asshole of the year, Marinette looked obviously out of place with the forced intimacy they had to put on to pretend to be a couple. Ending with the disastrous note of his father saying she was “completely unfit for the Agreste Brand image” and demanding she break up with his son, Adrien was worried his friend would be akumatized even if they weren’t dating.

Fortunately, a friendly cat went to check on her.

“I put her in that position, Ladybug.”

“She accepted because she’s your friend and cares about you. If you didn’t do anything to hurt her, it wasn’t your fault.” Ladybug said. “Promise me you’ll talk to her tomorrow? Not try to avoid her out of some sense of guilt?”

Maybe her knowing him so well wasn’t such a good thing.

“I promised.” He sighed. “At least father won’t listen to any more rumours about me and dating.”

“Good, because those never stop showing up.” She said lightly.

“You would know, huh?” He teased. “There’s never a day without a dating rumor between Ladybug and Chat Noir-”

Her face had darkened and he bit his tongue.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

"It 's okay.” She interrupted. “It’s just that things with me and Chat are still… not great.”

“What a pair of friends we are, huh?” He said forfonly, feeling closer and farther away than ever to the girl by his side.

She leaned her head on his shoulder. “What a pair.”

#ladrienjune #ladrienjune2021 #ladrien #ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupain-cheng #ml fic #my stuff #lovers alone wear sunlight

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flooffybits · 4 years

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Airport Incident

Idol: Park Chaeyoung (Blackpink)

Airports can always make the girls feel anxious because this is where anything can happen. When a sasaeng uses the crowd to their advantage, let’s just say that things are bound to get messy.

Warning: Violence, blood, harassment

The moment the alarm went off and disrupted her sleep, Chaeyoung felt a sinking feeling in her stomach as she stared up at the ceiling. Her brows pinched together as she shifted to lay on her side, grunting as the unease refused to leave her body and ended up forcing her to get up so she could get ready.

“Good morning!”

Stepping out of her room, she was instantly greeted by Lisa and Jisoo, who were already preparing their breakfast. “Jennie and Y/n aren’t up yet?” She questioned when she walked to the fridge to grab a bottle of water.

“You know Jennie unnie loves her sleep.” Lisa playfully rolled her eyes as Jisoo chuckled. “Y/n went to shower. I’m sure she’ll be out in a while to give you your morning kisses.” Hearing this made the girl blush and stick her tongue out at the two as they teased her.

Though she and Y/n have been together for a year and a half, it still didn’t help her from getting flustered whenever one of the girls teased them about it. Telling the three that they had gotten together wasn’t that much of a problem for them because Lisa had been the one helping her with how she would come clean with her crush while the two older girls could clearly see just how much affection the pair had for each other.

“Oh, come on. You’ve been together for so long and you still get shy?” Lisa asked in exasperation. Though Chaeyoung was a shy girl, they thought that she would have gotten more comfortable when all five of them were together.

“Shut up.” She muttered as she grabbed a pancake from the plate prepared for her.

True to Jisoo’s words though, her girlfriend came into the room, hair wet while wearing a plain white shirt that was tucked in her black high-waist shorts. The leather jacket Jennie had gotten her for her birthday rested comfortably on her shoulders while she also wore her favorite black DM boots.

“Simple but expensive.” Lisa grinned when Y/n took a seat and pressed a kiss to the crown of her girlfriend’s head then shot the maknae a grin of her own. “I have to look at least a bit arrogant.” She joked before turning to Chaeyoung and smiling at her.

“Good morning, sunshine.”

“Good morning, baby.”

Even with how long they’ve been together, Chaeyoung could never grow tired of seeing her girlfriend’s face and all the cute little pet names.

Happily, she pecked her lips before pressing another kiss to her cheek then passing the plate to Y/n. “You look really good. Are you trying to impress anyone?” She asked teasingly and Y/n grinned widely as she nodded her head.

“Yep! I want to look good for my girlfriend. Also, since we’re traveling with our best friends, I want to show them that we’re the best looking couple, there.” She smirked when she saw the look Lisa had sent her way.

Jennie waltzed in after a while, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she yawned, only to crinkle her nose when she saw the couple. “Not after I just woke up.” She groaned, plopping down on the only available seat that was between Lisa and Y/n as they all laughed at her grumpy state.

It was times like these that Chaeyoung felt at peace. There were no fans or cameras surrounding them and they could just do whatever they wanted, though for a certain period of time. This time though, the unease had yet to leave her stomach, even when they were all ready and piling into the van. She kept shifting in her seat and glancing around before a hand gently enveloped her own.

“What’s wrong?” Meeting her girlfriend’s eyes, she pursed her lips while shaking her head. “Nothing, I just… I don’t know, feel a bit anxious.” She mumbled softly, making the latter frown as she cupped her cheek. “Is it because of the flight?” She asked curiously, but the latter shook her head before resting it against her shoulder. “I’m not sure. I just don’t feel good about today.”

Y/n’s frown deepened as she held her girlfriend closer and hummed. “Try and take a nap. Maybe you’re just tired from all the late night practices.” And she did try, hoping that it really was just her exhaustion that was making her feel this way.

“Y/n, can you help me with this?” Jennie called when they got off the van and said girl turned around, giving her girlfriend a small smile before she jogged to stand by her best friend and assist her with her bag.

Fans were already buzzing at the sight of their idols, screaming and squealing their names even before they entered and for some reason, Chaeyoung’s heart beat quickened despite the countless times she’s been through it.

There was no reason for her to be anxious now, so why?

Looking around for her girlfriend, she saw that she was still busy talking to Jennie as they were being told to head inside. Their managers were the only ones around with a few guards posted nearby in case they needed to intervene since, so far, nothing too bad has ever happened when they were at airports.

She desperately wanted to have Y/n next to her to soothe her nerves, but looking around, she was a few feet away, interacting with some fans, along with her best friend and both Lisa and Jisoo were doing the same, waving to people and posing in front of the camera.

Her throat dried up and she desperately tried to control her breathing, but then a sound clicked in her ears that made her spin around to come face to face with a man, grinning at her a little too wide for her comfort. “Rosé! We meet again!” He chirped while he handed her a bouquet of roses that she was hesitant to accept.

“You remember me, right? I was at your last fanmeet and we had a lot of fun talking together.” He tells her with excitement in his eyes. “I know that it isn’t ideal, but I was hoping we could hang out when you come back?” He asks, not giving her time to reply and she was growing more uncomfortable by the second, her eyes glancing back to try and look for anyone of her members.

“That’s… really nice of you, but I don’t think I can accept.” She said politely and the male’s smile slowly faded while he stared at her. “What? But you said you had fun last time.” He insists and Chaeyoung could feel her already fast heart rate pick up even more the longer she stayed here.

“I’m so sorry, but I have to get going.” She tries to quickly leave, but the boy was quick to grab her arm and she whimpered. With the amount of people around, security wasn’t able to catch what was happening, but when Chaeyoung’s eyes connected with her girlfriend over the crowd of people, the latter quickly excused herself and tried to make her way over.

“Come on, I know you like me. If it’s about your schedule, I don’t mind waiting. I’ll even go to every event you have.” The boy was being too persistent as he tightened his grip around her wrist and his face contorted to a scowl.

Chaeyoung was wishing that Y/n could get there sooner, but for now, she had to at least keep trying. “I’m sorry, but I’m really not interested.”

The moment she said that, his face darkened while staring at his feet. Chaeyoung thought that she would be able to rip her hand away from his, but she was wrong as he simply glared at her and shook his head. “That’s not true. You’re lying.”

The quick glint she saw in his hand made her eyes widen, more so when he began to drag her away, using the crowd to hide them.

“Chaeyoung!”

The sound of Y/n’s voice wasn’t too far away, but she was too afraid to look away in case the boy used the knife that was hidden in his jacket. Even with people surrounding them, they were all too busy cheering for the girls, though a few were able to notice the distress on her face.

While others were filming what was happening, a few were trying to call for security’s attention just as Y/n reached the pair, politely pushing past people before she wrapped a secure arm around her girlfriend’s waist and her other hand rested on the boy’s wrist.

“Hey there. I’m sorry, but I have to ask you to let go.” She said carefully, tightening her hold on his wrist as she felt the girl in her arm trembling.

Seeing her, the boy slowly let go of Chaeyoung’s hand and she quickly pressed it to her chest while shrinking to her girlfriend’s side. “Y/n! I’m such a big fan!” His expression suddenly shifted, though it seemed a bit more forced and the girl showed him a small smile.

“I’m glad to hear that. Is there anything I can do for you before we have to go?” She asked, her hand gently rubbing circles on Chaeyoung’s back, which helped calm her a bit.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind.” He had reached into his jacket and Chaeyoung felt her heart drop as Y/n stepped in front of her, thinking that he would be asking for a picture or an autograph, only for the boy to suddenly throw his arm around her shoulders.

A sharp pain shot from Y/n’s torso and she quickly pushed the male off, her eyes looking down to see her white shirt slowly staining red. She looked up and saw the boy glaring at her with dark eyes. “Chaeyoung’s mine and I’m not letting you get in the way of that.” He growled and people began to scream when they finally took notice of the knife in his hand.

Y/n, despite herself, reacted by grabbing the boy’s wrist to stop him from possibly hurting anyone else, however, due to her injury, he was able to quickly pin her down with his larger form.

“Y/n!”

The other three were already running in their direction and Lisa quickly wrapped her arms around her best friend, who was shaking on the spot as her girlfriend disappeared from sight. Jennie and Jisoo went past the crowd, hurrying to get to their friend while Lisa was doing her best to comfort the brunette.

Luckily, the male had been apprehended just before he could do worse, but their manager was busy yelling at people, another manager was calling for an ambulance while Jisoo was already kneeling next to Y/n and did her best to keep her from losing more blood.

“How the hell did he get in here with a weapon?” Their manager demanded to a staff as people began to tend to the idol.

Jennie was trying to keep Y/n from falling asleep, gently tapping her face with adrenaline coursing through her veins. “Y/n? Y/n, you have to listen to me. I need you to stay awake until the ambulance gets here.” She tells her and the latter nodded weakly, whimpering as Jisoo pressed her hand against her torso.

“Chae… is she okay? Is anyone else hurt?” She asked and Jennie shook her head. “She’s okay. No one is hurt.” She said softly, swallowing all the things she wanted to scold her for. “You did a great job, kiddo. It’s okay.” Jisoo’s voice cracked as she looked away from the wound to her face.

“He was-” Jennie felt her heart jump in her throat when Y/n coughed up a bit of blood. “He was going to hurt her. I couldn’t…”

“We know. We know.”

They were silently praying for the ambulance to hurry up, even when the staff took over for Jisoo, they refused to leave. “I don’t want Chae or Lisa to see me like this.” Y/n whispered, her eyes becoming heavier as she tried to keep them open. “They’re with the other managers. Right now, focus on yourself, please.” Jennie pleaded as she saw the way her eyes began to droop.

“I’m trying.”

Thankfully, the medics arrived a little after, taking Y/n away and hurrying her to the hospital and the girls were reunited in a safer area with few of their managers. At the sight of Jisoo though, Chaeyoung couldn’t stop herself from sobbing as she curled up in her seat and Lisa had to swallow thickly before she forced herself to speak. “What happened?”

“She’s on the way to the hospital.” Jisoo said grimly as she was handed a towel and a new shirt to clean herself up. “The show is going to be cancelled for now. We can’t let you girls out after that just happened.” One of their managers stated as she looked to the shaken up group.

“But Y/n? What are we going to do about the guy that attacked her?” Jennie inquired and their manager sighed. “YG is taking care of it. Most likely, we’ll be taking legal actions against him.” He explained after he put his phone away once he finished with his conversation with the company. “Right now, hyung told me that they just got to the hospital and Y/n is being looked after. We’ll bring you all to the dorm before we-”

“What do you mean you’re leaving us at the dorm?” Chaeyoung cut him off and he sent her a meaningful look. “I don’t think it’s a wise idea to bring you girls there.” He explained and Jennie shook her head. “We are going, oppa. We can’t just leave Y/n alone.” She stated fiercely, refusing to leave her best friend on her own.

“Please, oppa. I need to see her.” All eyes were on the sobbing girl in Lisa’s arms and they weren’t sure if it was the guilt of refusing them or the plea from the poor girl that made them give in, but without much debate, they were all in the van and soon waiting outside Y/n’s room.

“She’s stable right now. Thankfully none of her major organs were damaged so she’ll be okay. However, we will have to refrain her from too much physical activities.” The doctor told them and Jisoo nodded as she listened to everything he said, taking note of everything that she needed to remember before they were allowed inside the room.

The moment the door opened, they were greeted by the sight of their friend laying peacefully on the bed, her chest rising and falling, it being the only indication that she was okay, aside from the heart monitor.

At the sight of her girlfriend, Chaeyoung quickly took the seat closest to the bed and took her hand in her own, clutching it tightly like a lifeline and that she would disappear if she let go.

“Chaeng.” Lisa placed a hand on her shoulder, looking sadly at their friend and Jennie let out a breath as she took the other seat, opposite Chaeyoung’s.

“God, how reckless can you be?” She muttered quietly while staring at the sleeping figure, though there was no malice in her tone as she crossed her arms and Jisoo stood by the foot of the bed. “You better wake up soon, because you’re going to make up for worrying all of us, you hear me?”

Though it was enough to lift up a bit of their mood, it didn’t help take away the fear of watching her best friend being covered in her own blood. And it most especially did not help Chaeyoung from feeling as though it was her fault that her girlfriend ended up like this.

The four of them were restless in the room, their managers often coming in to check on them and even dropped off food and drinks. An hour and a half later, Chaeyoung saw as Y/n’s eyes fluttered opened and she quickly sat up straight, squeezing her hand as she looked at her.

“Are you okay? Does anything hurt?” She asked hurriedly but Y/n merely smiled upon seeing her face. “I’m okay.” She murmured, causing a fresh batch of tears to spring from the brunette’s eyes. “Oh, thank god.”

Lisa smiled while shaking her head and offered a bottle of water to her while Jennie helped her sit up. “You’re unbelievable, unnie.” The maknae chuckled as the latter blinked at her words. “What?”

But Jennie had already smacked her shoulder with her brows pinched together and Y/n already knew what the look on her face meant. “L/n Y/n, I swear, the next time you pull a stunt like that, I will personally kill you, myself.” Before Y/n could respond though, Chaeyoung already shook her head and wrapped her arm around her girlfriend.

“No! No killing or even hurting my baby.” She proclaimed, earning an amused look from the eldest as she finished eating. “I’m pretty sure a hospital visit is the last thing we want.” She stated after patting the rapper’s shoulder then looking to the pair, her eyes landing on Y/n.

“But you, I don’t want another incident like this happening. You’re not allowed to participate in practices until you’re all healed and the doctor gives you the okay.”

“But the concert?”

“The show for tomorrow has been cancelled, but for the rest of the schedule, you aren’t allowed to perform.” The eldest explained and Chaeyoung could already sense what her girlfriend was feeling simply with the frown on her face and the way she deflated. “Can’t I just sing? I won’t dance, I swear. I’ll just sit back while still singing my parts.”

The four shared a look and Lisa placed a hand on her leg. “Unnie, we can’t risk you getting hurt more.”

“I won’t. I’ll just stay in one place, I swear.” The three looked to Chaeyoung and she sighed.

“She’s your girlfriend.”

Y/n turned to her, pouting slightly and Chaeyoung had to stop herself from giving in so easily. “We’ll talk to manager oppa and try. But for now, I want you to rest so you can cuddle me.”

“And that’s our cue.” Jennie quipped while standing up and Lisa laughed alongside Jisoo when they made their way to the door. “We’ll come back with dinner, so Chae, she’s all yours until then.”

When the doors closed, Chaeyoung got off the chair before she went to lay next to her girlfriend, snuggling into her and letting out a deep breath when she rested her head against her chest, listening to the steady beat of her heart.

“I love you.”

Y/n hummed softly, kissing the top of her head as she shut her eyes. “I love you, too.” She whispered, tightening her arms around her because she knows. Even though Chaeyoung didn’t verbalize it, she knew that she just needed a moment to feel that she was physically there with her and that they were both okay.

It would take her a while to get used to airports again, but as long as she had Y/n with her, then maybe she would feel just a bit better going.

#girl group #girl group scenarios #girl group imagines #blackpink #blackpink scenarios #blackpink imagines #blackpink rose #bp rosé #park chaeyoung #rosé park #rosé #rosé scenarios #rosé imagines

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feirceangel · 3 years

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Imagine | Fan Encounter (Rohan Kishibe)

Warning: socially anxious reader.

Word Count: 1585

"You're so lucky," you sigh as you sip your drink.

Koichi and Yokako invited you to grab drinks with them at the cafe. You're almost surprised that Yukako wanted you to join, but she understands that you and Koichi grew up together and that you're just friends.

Koichi looks up at you, "Lucky?"

"Yeah. You met the Rohan Kishibe! The greatest manga artist in the world!" You say adamantly. "And you didn't even invite me."

He had told you all about his exciting run-in with the artist, even explaining his Stand. Being a fellow Stand user, you were beyond excited to find out that you share a commonality with the author. Although, you were still jealous that Koichi had gotten to meet him.

"If you want, I could introduce you, but I have a feeling you'll meet him eventually. Stand users tend to run into each other," Koichi offers, Yokako giving him a bite of her cupcake.

You watch them with a smile. At first, their relationship was frightening, but now it's adorable. They really love each other.

If you had been Okuyasu, you would have started crying at their cuteness. Of course, you have much more restraint than him. Even so, you can't help but wish for a relationship like theirs. It doesn't even have to be like theirs, you'd be happy for a relationship at all.

Naturally, your general standoffishness manner in front of strangers doesn't help your case. You become a nervous wreck when you have to communicate with strangers, so it's hard to meet new people or make new friends.

You became friends with Okuyasu because of Josuke, who you know from school, just like with Koichi.

Anyways, the point is that suffering from social anxiety sucks.

That's why you know you can't meet Rohan Kishibe, because you know you'd make a fool of yourself.

"I could never meet him, Koichi, you know that," you exhale and stir your drink idly.

He knows about your social issues, and does his best to support you. He's tried to teach you on how to hold a conversation and how to relax around people, and it has done some good, but you're still scared to meet someone as important as Mr. Kishibe.

You almost had a panic attack meeting Mr. Jotaro Kujo for the first time. No one had warned you that he would be joining the group. A bit of warning probably would have been enough to prevent an attack from occurring.

That man is frightening.

"You've gotten better, Y/n," Yokako insists with a smile. "You just need courage."

"Easy for you to say, you're the most courageous girl I know."

Koichi chimes, "It's true! And I know you're overcoming your anxiety. It's just taking some time, and that's okay."

You smile at your friends, "Thanks, guys. You're really great friends."

"So, do you want to meet him?" Koichi presses.

You really do want to meet him, if only to tell him how much his work has inspired and comforted you over and again.

But it wouldn't be smart.

He's too important, too amazing.

Shaking your head, you stand, drink finished. "N-no, that's okay, Koichi. Thank you. See you both tomorrow."

"Bye Y/n," Yokako says, Koichi echoing her. They watch you walk away with slumped shoulders.

Exchanging glances, they sit in silence for a bit before Josuke and his best friend join them.

"Oi, Koichi!" Okuyasu greets with a grin, "What's happening?"

"Oh, hey guys. We were just hanging with Y/n."

"Where is she?" Josuke looks around, spotting you in the distance. "Why's she leaving?"

Koichi shrugs, "She wants to meet Rohan but she's scared she'll embarrass herself."

Josuke scrunches his face in distaste, "Rohan? Why would she want to meet him?"

"Yeah, he's a jerk," Okuyasu adds.

"She loves his work," Koichi explains, "She's read all his books."

"Why's she scared to meet him? He's not so special," Okuyasu grumbles.

Koichi sighs and Yokako speaks up, "You know how she gets around strangers."

The two best friends share a knowing look, "Oh."

"Maybe if she just ran into him accidentally she wouldn't be so stressed?"

"Not a good idea. Remember how she reacted to running into Jotaro?"

"Good point."

The group runs over various scenarios, trying to find a way to make her meet her favourite author.

You smile softly to yourself as you walk to meet up with Koichi. It's been a week since your last hangout, so he invited you to go on a walk with him and Yokako.

As you approach, you realize that Josuke and Okuyasu are also present. You don't mind, after all, the more the merrier.

"Hey," you wave.

They all welcome you and start talking.

"I brought the book you wanted to borrow," you tell Koichi. "It's my favourite, you know. I hope you like it as much as I do."

"Thanks! Uh, do you mind holding it till we part ways?" He asks, pointedly looking at his hand which is entwined with Yokako's.

You smile and nod.

He thanks you again and rejoins the main conversation which happens to be about school. You follow the discussion, adding in when asked a question.

"Oh, look! There's Rohan," Koichi points out as you walk.

Startled, you glance up from the pavement to find the Rohan Kishibe walking towards your group. Frozen, you stop in your tracks.

Styled green hair, a headband, and his sketch pad slung across his shoulder, Rohan looks as amazing and sophisticated as you expected.

Koichi waves, successfully gaining his attention.

"Hello, Koichi," the manga artist doesn't smile but he seems friendly. Until he looks at Josuke, whom he glowers at.

"Hi, Rohan-sensei!" Koichi chirps with a grin.

You seem to shrink, trying to hide behind Okuyasu to no avail. Rohan's sharp teal eyes find your e/c ones and you find yourself frozen again.

His gaze flickers to the book clutched in your hands. It just so happens to be one of his earlier works.

"Who's this?" He questions.

"Rohan, this is my good friend Y/n," Koichi smiles brightly.

His eyes light up in recognition, "Y/n L/n?"

You gulp nervously, "Y-yes."

"I've read about you," Rohan walks past Josuke to stand directly in front of you.

Eyes wide, you feel your body temperature rising, "Y-you have?"

He nods, "Through Koichi's memories."

"Wow," you breathe out. Somehow you're not as panicked as you thought you'd be when meeting him. But then you think of what he learned about you by using his Stand.

You turn to Koichi for help, but find him missing. Concerned, you look around to find your friends already a block away. They're just gonna leave you here?!

"I know you're... uncomfortable with meeting new people, but trust me. I'm not gonna bite," he offers, a neutral expression adorning his flawless face. "I too am often irritated by social interactions."

"Really?"

He starts walking, and you hesitate to follow until he looks back at you expectantly.

"Do you want an autograph?" He asks idly.

You stare at the book in your hands and it all clicks into place. Koichi set this all up, didn't he?

"I-if it's not a bother," you mumble, holding it out to him like an offering.

He is quick to apply his signature to the front page as you watch with awe and giddiness. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices your ecstatic expression.

Having read about you from Koichi's perspective, he knows you're good-natured, caring towards your friends, and overall a good person, not unlike Koichi. Since he respects the smaller silver haired boy, he agreed to meet his friend.

Koichi even let him refresh his memory on your personality by telling him more details about you.

This triggered Rohan's curiosity. He found himself wanting to unravel your secrets, your passions. Perhaps you'd also make an excellent inspiration for a manga character.

Now that he's met you, he can't help but smile the tiniest bit. He recognizes the adoration in your eyes, basking in it.

"I-I wanted to say, um, that I really love your work," you state, voice wavering under his stare.

"Thank you. I am glad my work has found a place in your heart."

Face heating up, you walk beside the mangaka, overjoyed at meeting your favourite celebrity. Rohan glances at you again, "Would you like to see my studio?"

You inhale with excitement. You never dreamed that he would actually invite you to see his workplace!

"Uh, if it's not a problem, that would be amazing," you say, trying to reel back your nervousness.

Glancing past Rohan, you see Koichi giving you a thumbs up with a wide grin. You smile back, grateful to your friend.

Rohan leads the way to his place and gives you a tour and overview of his working process. You drink in his every word, hoping to memorize this experience.

After the tour, it's time to go.

You beam up at the green haired man, "Thank you so much, Mr. Kishibe!"

"Call me Rohan," he says flippantly. "You're welcome to come back anytime."

"R-really?"

He nods, "Of course. Goodnight."

You wave back at him as you walk away. He watches you, a small smile gracing his soft lips.

Surprisingly, he actually enjoyed the time spent with you. It helped that you stroked his already large ego, but he also found your shyness endearing.

He can't wait to meet you again.

#reader insert #jojo’s bizarre adventure #x reader #Rohan #Kishibe #female reader #jjba #jojo’s bizzare adventure x reader

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peculiaridealist · 3 years

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To My Dearest Kara

Summary:

Kara is anxious and Alex is giving her a push that she definitely need. Lena is overthinking and Maggie is... well... being Maggie.

Chapter 2: Yours Truly

Having James tell her to take the whole afternoon off when she about to get lunch, Kara decided to swing by Alex’s apartment before going to get food and eventually, to L-Corp. she needed her sister’s support and advice on how to approach Lena without freaking her out knowing that the brunette intended to keep the letter and wasn’t ready, yet.

“Hey, Alex. You home?” Kara called out as soon as she entered her sister’s loft.

“Here.” Alex said lazily, raising her hand and waved it at Kara. She was lying on the couch with some popcorn on her stomach. “I just finished watching a movie.”

“Don’t you have work?” Kara asked, wondering why her sister was like acting like she had all the time in the world.

“Nah. Don’t feel like getting up.” She stretched. “They’ll live without me barking orders at them for a day.”

“They’ll probably be so thankful for your absence.” Kara quipped.

“Hey!” Alex sat up and threw a cushion and hit the blonde square on the face. “I may be harsh on them but, they all love me and I deserve a break.”

“A break, huh. The end of the world must be near.” Kara continued teasing her sister to hide the shock that her workaholic sister was taking off work for a whole day. “Now, I’m just gonna wait for Lena to stop working without me having to drag her out of her office, as well.”

Alex laughed at Kara’s latter statement. “That would require for a miracle to happen.”

Kara paused for a moment, looking like she was mulling over what Alex had said then nodded with enthusiasm. “Yup, yup. Definitely.” She just then laughed and settled herself beside Alex and grabbed a handful of popcorn, earning a swat from her sister on her hand saying that she should go and make her own. She just stuck her tongue out and continued grabbing handful after handful of popcorn from Alex.

Giving up, Alex muttered. “You’re insufferable.”

“But you still love me.” Kara retorted.

“Says who?” Alex asked, raising her brow.

“Says you.” Kara answered with a wide grin.

“Yeah, yeah. I do love you so, shut up.” Alex chuckled. “Anyway, to what do I owe this visit?”

Kara was just silently staring at her which made her brow furrow. “Kara?” She called out but the blonde was still silent. “Kara, what’s wrong?” She nervously asked, her protective instincts taking over. “Answer me.”

Kara shrugged. “Well, you told me to shut up so I did.”

Alex looked at her sister incredulously. “You ass! You scared the shit out of me, I thought something was wrong.” She doesn’t know if she’ll smack Kara or laugh. “You don’t have to take everything literally.”

“I know. I just love teasing you every now and then.” Kara laughed again which made Alex groan.

A few more chuckles from Kara, the blonde puppy decided that it was enough and told sister what she really intended to do here.” “I found her… The one who wrote the letter.”

“Really?” Alex asked casually. “Who?”

“You won’t even react that it’s a her and not a him?” Now it was Kara’s turn to look at her sister incredulously.

“No.” Alex answered flatly. “And stop looking at me like I’ve grown a second head and just answer my question, Kara.”

“Fine.” Kara huffed. “It’s Lena.”

“Ha!” Alex exclaimed triumphantly, making Kara jump due to shock. “See? I told you!”

“Holy sun, Alex! Don’t do that! Are you trying to give me heart attack or something?” Kara reprimanded while clutching her chest. “And I’m pretty sure you never told me anything, by the way.”

“Sorry, not sorry.” Alex shrugged nonchalantly. “And I’m also pretty sure I dropped not-so-subtle hints before. I dropped a lot, actually.”

Kara wracked her brain, trying to remember when did her sister give hints but to no avail. She can’t remember where or when and frowned. “I really can’t remember you giving me any hints.”

Alex laughed. “It’s because you’re too dense to notice those hints. Hell, you didn’t even notice your own feelings up until now.”

Kara rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “Yeah, yeah, I’m dense, alright. No need to rub it on my face.”

Seconds of laughter later, Alex’s demeanor changed. “So, what are you planning to do?” She asked in all seriousness.

“Well… We’re going to have dinner tonight. Other than that? I don’t know. That’s why I’m here.” Kara sighed. “It’s just that, I want this to be perfect… I mean, she deserves more than anything and everything. I want her to feel that she’s well-loved. I want her to feel that she’s accepted. That no matter what the people think about her, whatever negativity that was thrown at her, it doesn’t matter because she’s something more to her, there’s more about her other than her being a Luthor.” Alex remained silent, letting Kara pour her feelings out without interrupting her.

“She’s special, Alex. She strives hard to be a force of good even if the people out there continued judging her because of her last name…” Kara trailed off.

“But?” Alex asked softly, encouraging her sister to continue.

“But, she’s only human, Alex. And us humans can only take so much and with her under that kind of pressure, I’m scared. I’m scared that I might freak her out. I’m scared that she may hate me for reading that letter. Her intention was to keep the letter. Not have me read it. What if she changed her mind? What if- what if…” Kara paused and took a deep breath to calm herself. She knows that she’s rambling and she can’t help it. “What if she doesn’t feel the same way anymore? Alex, what do I do? I- I…”

“Hey…” Alex slung her arm across Kara’s shoulder, giving her a sideway hug to comfort her rambling sister. “You’re overthinking, Kara. We’re talking about Lena here. Lena freaking Luthor. Your best friend and, I think it’s safe to say, your significant other. If there’s someone who loves you more than anything and anyone else,” Alex muttered ‘excluding me, of course’ and felt warmth on her chest when it elicited a giggle from Kara. “That someone is Lena.”

“You know, love is such a strong word.” Kara spoke with a voice just above whisper that if Alex wasn’t listening, she might have missed what her sister had said.

“Yeah… It is.” The older Danvers agreed. “And it’s stronger between the two of you because it’s true.”

Kara smiled, hope blossoming in her chest. “You really think she does? Love me, I mean. Because if you ask me if I love her, I do. I really do.”

“I don’t think she loves you, Kara. I know she does.” Alex gave Kara a light squeeze on the shoulder. “Though unfinished, the letter says it all.”

Kara glanced at her bag, knowing that the letter was secured inside of it. “I’m a walking anxiety.”

“Only when it comes to Lena.” Alex deadpanned and dragged her sister up. “And as much as I love having you here, I believe you told me that you have dinner plans, or shall I say a date, with the love of your life. I, on the other hand, have plans with Maggie tonight, as well, and will have a dinner date of our own.”

“It’s not a date.” Kara protested as her sister dragged her out of her apartment.

“Oh, it is a date. Enjoy!” Alex gave her a shit-eating grin before slamming the door on her face.

‘Did- did she just kicked me- me, her sister- out?’ Disbelief crossed Kara’s face as she stared at the door of her sister’s apartment before begrudgingly trudging out of the apartment building.

Once Alex was sure that her sister was gone, she whipped up her phone and called her girlfriend.

“Guess who was here.” She immediately said as soon as Maggie picked up.

“Hello to you, too, Danvers. I am doing fine, thank you so much for asking.” Maggie replied sarcastically.

“Sorry, babe.” Alex chuckled. “I was just kinda excited.”

“Oh? Alex Danvers getting excited that I wasn’t the cause?” Her girlfriend quipped. “Do tell.”

“Hmm… Promise me first that you won’t flip.”

“You know I flip at everything.”

“Okay, that’s fair enough. How to put it?” Alex mulled over her words, knowing that Maggie was definitely going to flip and just decided to just wing it. “Kara finally admitted that she’s in love with Lena.” Alex smirked even though she knows Maggie can’t see her.

“She what?!” Maggie practically screamed, making Alex’s smirk turn into a grin.

“Now, now. Don’t go breaking my eardrum before I even get my... winnings?”

“Goddammit.” Quiet as it may have been, she still heard what Maggie muttered on the other line.

“Oh, and I would also like to collect that fifty bucks later, thank you very much.” Alex said smugly.

“Oh, fuck you.” Maggie hissed.

“Oh, yes, please do.” Alex laughed causing Maggie to groan.

“Ugh… Why did I ever agree betting on Little Danvers’ love life with you?”

7:00 pm

With Chinese takeouts (including a box of salad and three of potstickers), Kara was pacing back and forth in front of Lena’s office. All the confidence that she felt awhile ago at CatCo seemed to have dissipated even after Alex had given her a peptalk. She was quite thankful that Jess had left earlier than usual so that no one will be able to force her to go inside Lena’s office. Not that she doesn’t want to, no.

After several more minutes of pacing, she tried to calm her nerves. ‘Okay, Kara. Deep breaths. You can do this. You got this.’

Building up courage and after releasing a small huff, she entered Lena’s office. As she entered, she saw a focused Lena typing on her laptop. Deciding not to interrupt as she found the brunette’s look quite (okay, not quite but, extremely) adorable, Kara leaned on the door frame as she silently watched Lena.

Wearing her corporate attire which Kara adored since the day they met, her hair wasn’t up in its usual bun but it’s cascading a little lower down her shoulders, beautiful green eyes fixed on her laptop screen, slender fingers delicately tapping away on her keyboard, and blood red lips pursed on concentration. ‘God, those lips, really.’

Kara whipped up her phone and composed a message.

Kara: Knock, knock.

Lena’s eyes drifted on her phone beside her laptop when it lit up and Kara swore that she had a mini heart attack when she saw Lena smile. A smile which she had caused and a smile that was reserved for her and her alone only.

Lena: Hmm… Who’s there?

Her phone pinged (kicking herself internally for forgetting to put it in silent mode, wanting to be smooth but of course, she was always an epic fail) and as if on cue, Lena’s enticing emerald gaze quickly found her sapphire ones. Kara was at a loss for words and felt like she was under a spell and it was the kind of spell that only Lena Luthor can cast upon her.

“Kara.” Lena stood up immediately, forgetting whatever work she was doing, walked towards Kara and gave her a hug that was too brief for Kara’s liking. “Have you been standing there long?”

“Not really. I got here just a few minutes ago, actually.” She answered. “I believe the question should be, have you been waiting long? I know we talked about meeting 7, but I’m, like, 30 minutes late.” ’25 minutes pacing back and forth in front of your office and basically, 5 minutes staring at you, to be precise.’ Kara thought. “You must be hungry already. I’m sorry.”

Lena shook her head. “Darling, there’s no need to be sorry. I’m quite alright, but thank you for your concern.”

Kara’s heart skipped a beat. It always happened whenever Lena’s calling her those sweet endearments. She’s definitely not gonna be used to Lena’s endearments, not that she’s complaining. “A-are-“ She cleared her throat. “Are you sure?”

“Of course.” Lena husked out and kissed Kara on the cheek. “Shall we eat?”

Kara could feel her face heating up and she was sure as hell that she was blushing really hard. “Y-yeah. W-we should eat.” She stammered and placed the takeouts on the table. “I got you a salad in case you don’t want to eat heavy.”

Lena chuckled. “Ah, always the thoughtful one. Have I told you that you’re my favorite person?”

“A few times, yes.” Kara answered while bobbing her head. “But please, do tell me that a little bit more.”

“And make your head bloat?” Lena raised her brow and smirked. “Never.”

This made Kara pout. “Aww… You’re mean.”

“Don’t pout.” Lena mumbled something incoherently at the end which Kara wasn’t able to get.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Nothing!” Lena exclaimed and grabbed a box of potstickers which Kara grabbed as well, causing their fingers to brush against each other.

Lena was about to pull back when Kara pushed the box towards her. “Up for a greasy night?”

“I’d like to indulge a little when given the chance.” Lena answered, gratefully accepting the box with a wink and started to eat as she settled on the other end of the couch.

Kara blushed, if possible, even more and by the looks that Lena is giving her, she was sure that the woman in front of her noticed how red her face is and Lena seemed to enjoy Kara’s reactions.

They were eating in silence and it wasn’t an awkward silence rather, a comfortable one but, even though as comfortable as this was, Kara’s thoughts were wandering. How was she going to confront Lena? She doesn’t know what to do no matter how hard she thinks. ‘I’m an airhead.’ She thought.

“Kara, dear...” Lena called Kara and she snapped her attention towards Lena. “Are you okay?”

Kara blinked. “What? I mean- uhh, of course.” She chuckled nervously. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Lena sighed and smiled a bit. “You, my dear, are a very bad liar. Now, tell me what’s bothering you. Brows furrowed, nose scrunched, and all.”

Kara bit her lip, feeling embarrassed for being caught lying. She forgot for a second that it was Lena. A genius, a scientist, her best friend. Of course, Lena knows if she was lying. That and she’s a terrible liar.

“Kara…” Lena settled beside her which slightly startled the blonde. Kara was so caught up in her own thoughts that she hadn’t notice Lena moving from her spot. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“I know that.” Kara mumbled.

Lena gave Kara a light squeeze on her shoulder. “Then tell me what’s bothering you. Maybe I can help.”

“Yeah… You definitely can.” Kara took a deep breath. “Lena…”

“Yes, Kara?” Lena asked in almost a whisper.

“Do you- I…” Kara let out a shaky breath, hoping that it’ll calm her nerves. “I mean, did you… Did you write a letter?”

Lena pursed her lips for a moment before answering. “What letter? I’ve written tons of letters, Kara, so you have to be a bit more specific.”

“Well…” The blonde hesitated for a moment. She couldn’t read Lena’s expression. It was like she had her CEO mask on, the one she uses to guard her expressions, and it was never used on her. She let out another shaky breath before speaking. It was now or never. “A letter intended for me, Lena. The one with the confession.”

“I didn’t.” Lena said with a stoic expression.

“B-but James said that you-“

Lena cut her off. “He lied.”

“No…” Kara shook her head in disbelief. “He wouldn’t.”

“But he did. I didn’t even know that such letter exists.”

“Please tell me you’re lying.” Kara pleaded.

“Why?”

“B-because… because I want to know how the letter ends. I just want to know…” Kara trailed off.

“And?” Lena prodded.

“And I was hoping that it was you who wrote the letter because I…”

“You, what?”

“I love you, like, not in a platonic way. Like, I’m really in love with you.” Kara confessed.

Lena let out a humorless laugh. “This is ridiculous. Kara, are you sure? Do you even hear what you’re saying? I’m unlovable, Kara. After all, I am a Luthor. You can’t possibly love me. I don’t deserve-“

“No, Lena, stop degrading yourself and listen to me.” Kara leaned closer towards the brunette, leveling their eye contact. “Just because you’re a Luthor doesn’t mean that you’re unlovable or you’re not capable of being loved and Lena, you are one of the most inspiring woman that I have ever met and you deserve everything and you’re not just inspiring, you are also strong, intelligent, funny, beautiful, caring, and it goes on and on and if I start making a list of the reason to love you, it’ll take me forever to list the things why.” Kara was a bit shocked that she had said it all in one go without even stuttering but nevertheless, she continued. “Your name doesn’t define who you are. You’re not just a Luthor. For me, you’re your own. You are Lena… and you aren’t that hard to love, Lee. So, I’ll ask again. Did you or did you not write the letter?”

“I…” Lena was about to deny but when she looked at Kara and the blonde was looking back at her with her glassy blue eyes, looking like a damn kicked puppy again, her resolve crumbled. No one, not even her nor Alex, can resist Kara looking like that. She sighed, knowing that she was helpless at Kara’s mercy. Little did she know that Kara was feeling the same. “Fine… I did write the letter.”

With Lena finally admitting that she was the one who wrote the letter, Kara felt relief wash over her and before she can top herself, she blurted out. “Can I kiss you?”

Her face instantly heated up and she also saw that there was a tinge of pink blooming on Lena’s cheek. “I- I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want to. It’s totally fine, really. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or anything. It’s just that-“

Her rambling was cut short when Lena pulled her by the neck, feeling the soft lips that were pressed against hers.

“Just shut up and kiss me. No one’s stopping you.”

And Kara did. She placed her hand on Lena’s cheek as she finally closed the gap between them and kissed Lena with passion and longing which was reciprocated with the same intensity and she felt Lena smiling between their kisses. She could hear her heart pounding loudly and she knew she was so screwed. She has fallen hard for her best friend.

With reluctance, Kara was the one who broke off the kiss as they were gasping for air. She was smiling wide like an idiot as she leaned her forehead on Lena’s.

“So… would you mind finishing the letter for me?” Kara asked a moment after their lips parted.

“I actually have the finished one. What you got was just a scratch that just so happened to be folded neatly.” Lena stood up and walked towards her desk. “I was about to throw it away that day and suddenly there was an emergency at the R&D that needed my immediate attention so I left in a hurry and didn’t notice that it slipped out of my bag.”

“Would you read it? Please?”

Lena smiled softly. “Of course. For you.”

Lena grabbed a piece of paper from her desk and settled back beside Kara. Clearing her throat, she began to read. “To my dearest Kara,

I have so much to say actually, but I guess I’ll keep this short, not that short, and go straight to the point. I just want to say thank you for being such a good friend and for everything you’ve done for me. You are the most extraordinary person that I’ve ever met and meeting you is probably the best thing that’s ever happened to me since the day that you walked into my office. I am usually guarded when it comes to reporters but, you? There was something in you that made me open up with ease. Other than that, I also want to let you know that I’m hopelessly in love with you. I don’t expect you to reciprocate my feelings, so don’t pressure yourself. I just merely want to get this out of my chest before it overwhelms me. You’re the only one who treated me like I was just a normal person and indifferent from the others. You trusted me completely regardless of my family background and you stood up for me whenever I’m being treated wrongly. You bring out the best in me and you try hard to let others see the good in me. If this letter affects our relationship, I want you to know that I’ll still be here whenever you need my help. I guess that’s everything.

“Oh, and one more thing. I love how my name rolls out of your tongue with your melodic voice.”

Kara laughed, or more likely giggled. “Lenaaa. You only added that last line just now, didn’t you?”

Lena shrugged and chuckled a bit. “Maybe?” Lena cleared her throat again and read her salutation. “Yours truly,” Lena casted a loving gaze at Kara. “Lena.”

Kara almost cried. Nope. She wasn’t gonna cry in front of Lena… Oh, who was she kidding? A tear already rolled down her cheek which Lena wiped with a gentle swipe of her thumb. Never in her life had she received something that’s really heartwarming such as this. Not from her previous suitors. Not from her exes. Only from the woman who is currently right in front of her. “Lena Kieran Luthor, have I told you that I love you?”

Smiling, Lena grabbed Kara’s hand and intertwined the fingers. “You have. But please, do tell me that a little bit more.” Lena said, throwing back what Kara told her just awhile ago, eliciting a laugh from the blonde.

“Well played, Lee. Well played.”

“You know, I’ve been wanting to hear you say that you love me for years...” Lena confessed, squeezing Kara’s fingers lightly.

Kara tilted her head to the side, looking confused. “I’m always telling you that.”

“That’s true…” Lena agreed. “But not in the way how I wanted it to be.”

“It’s a good thing that we’re on the same page, then.”

“That we are.” Lena giggled and gave the blonde a chaste kiss. “Oh, and Kara?”

Kara grinned. “Yeah, Lee?”

“I love you, too.”

As soon as they got in their apartment, Alex’s phone pinged.

Kara: Got my girl. (followed with lots of emojis)

“Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me!” Maggie exclaimed behind Alex as she read Kara’s message and Alex was howling with laughter.

“You should’ve listened to your own self not betting about Kara’s love life with me babe.” Alex pinched Maggie’s cheek. “That’s another twenty for me.”

Maggie swatted Alex’s hand. “Damn, I shouldn’t belittle Little Danvers’ abilities.” She huffed and glared at her girlfriend. “I’ll wipe that smug look off on your face one day, Danvers. You just wait.”

“Don’t worry.” Alex gave Maggie a brief kiss on her lips. “I’m definitely gonna look forward to that, Sawyer.”

AN:

And the end. Thanks for reading.

#kara danvers #lena luthor #alex danvers #james olsen #maggie sawyer #kara #lena #alex #james #maggie #supercorp #supergirl #humor #fluff

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happy anniversary!

warning: this post is LONG AF! next year i am so not gonna do this - will make a graphic or something instead - because i legit typed for hours. don’t feel obligated to read the whole thing - feel free to scroll down to the sections where you are mentioned.

holy ravioli, i can’t believe legacy is turning one! the last year was chaotic for me real life wise and legacy provided a great place to escape and enjoy writing with my friends. i chatted with so many of you wonderful people and have no doubt i’ll be missing some on this list. if i happen to skip you by accident, just know i love you anyway.

both of my muses went through a lot. yonghwa i’ve had since the very beginning and his journey did turn out differently than i expected. i created him to be perfect on the outside, slowly rotting on the inside. he has a lot of insecurities that he refuse to acknowledge and a crippling greed for money...to the point i legit created a list of free stuff available at legacy and still track his earning. he ended up not deteriorating horribly as i expected due to having an overwhelmingly strong support system. dang it, y’all, i wanted to fuck up my character.

as for daehyung, he’s proven to be the ticking time bomb comedic relief asshole that everyone can’t help but respect for not having his ass kicked out of the company already love - he’ll continue to be a pest and harass people that he find fancy in. career wise, i am surprised he is doing so well despite hating the world and most of the people in it. guess deep down inside he actually cares about acting and finds joy in it. one day, hopefully, he’ll be singing his own ost.

i would like to thank our cute sara, who played yonghwa’s brother @lgcyoon and currently plays @lgcseojin and @lgchana~ sara was one of the first people i plotted with at legacy and i really enjoyed the friendship between seojin & yonghwa. seojin was an adorable tsundere pupper and yonghwa is over-affectionate and secretly appreciated. they had their ups and downs and in season 2 of the future dreams, that really came out. i am glad they were able to work through their issues and i think that is why their friendship feels so believable to him. seojin also had a part in daehyung’s life...can we get that communal shower yet, buddy? yoon, though you are too busy to play him now, will always be yonghwa’s doting older brother. i don’t think i’ll put up that wanted connection again because yoon is so perfect and yonghwa already latched onto him with both legs and arms.

second up, i gotta thank my girl gabby for always being there. @lgcparkdohyun and yonghwa’s brotherly bond is incredibly strong and in fact, one of my best plots to date. we’ve essentially plotted them out from diaper days and they are as close as two guys could be without screwing each other, really. we’ve also been here since the beginning together and high fives man, our boys technically both made it.

@lgcxcharlie is yonghwa’s supportive girlfriend and she is so adorable. a much needed ray of light in his life. funny thing is that they met a long time ago, via bread. did charlie know that she’ll end up getting a boyfriend out of her kind bread donation? see, this is what happens when you feed a hungry cat - he’ll keep following you for more. now you are just going to have to keep him~

for my beloved rose who plays @lgcjude, @lgcjina and @lgcwon, i love youuu. with them on tour together and sharing a room, i hope jude is not annoyed yet by the fact yonghwa keeps on climbing into his bed. as for jina - hello, fellow season one winner, high fives. they might have to keep some distance due to opposite gender, but at least they’ll always have that respect for each other. now won, sorry, the devil is never letting you gooooooo. he’ll continue to harass you for years to come.

@lgcseolmi + @lgcichika & @lgckit - my typo queen nam~ we haven’t known each other for very long but damn did you rise quickly on my favoritism list. i love you lots, even though you are a dork who can’t spell anything right! :3c we’ve threaded already with the girls and now i am waiting for the new baby boy!

my al is the best person for cat gifs ever. every so often, i’d get a cute gif and feel my happiness grow. in fact, like we talked before, you send me so many cat pics that i believe you are a cat and will treat you like one. pet pet pet pet! @lgcinsoo and @lgcyue are both great babies, but you know i have bias towards our insoo. he is such a kind, loving puppy and both of my characters appreciate him. one more obviously than the other.

em, how the hell do you post so fast even though you got three characters? also, how on the earth have we managed to talk so long without doing a single thread together? oh wait, shoot, it is me isn’t it? @lgcaaron is still waiting on his starter and my ass typed this long af thank you note instead of that hohoho-

i still have so many boys i want to interact with for the project origin group but those i’ve already had a chance to thread with, i’ve all loved. our @lgcxpv is a wild child but so precious in yonghwa’s eyes. we’ll always have their shower scene to reflect back on. also, your precious max is one of dae’s only semi-acknowledged friends. our @lgcxhaneul is the sweet mandu that will keep on getting squished by his loving hyung. we love @lgcseul who deserves all the hugs and @lgcminjun, who will definitely become one of yonghwa’s favorites. @lgcjiho & @lgcharu are both soft cute boys that i am still planning on hitting up more.

though we’ve only had one thread, i strangely really enjoyed the interaction between yonghwa and @lgceunho. i feel like they still have more to explore and hopefully will find themselves together in a future event!

also jia, we’ve been around since the very beginning too. i miss writing together. @lgchyunjin should come and love on yonghwa more. ; v ; we are the early day boys ya knowwwww. i enjoyed chatting with you on twitter, can always count on you to be around liking people’s posts to show support.

lately, i’ve also gotten to plot with @lgcsubin, who is a sensitive boy with depth. i love his character and i hope to write more with you, nic! also, thanks for being around and asking what’s wrong whenever people are upset. i think it is so precious.

stef, i am so glad you joined legacy and see, it is fun, right? daehyung will continue to bully @lgcxjunghwan but he does it in an affectionate way, alright? love to lulu ( @lgcminseok) & simone (@lgctee) for always being there to chat about stuff~

jen, thanks for teaching me how to gif. i’ve enjoyed our chats via discord and we should do it again sometimes KEKEKEKEKE @lgcxjinah and @lgcxjongsuk both have their places on my character’s heart - i love them both!

here, i just want to acknowledge some of the people that dropped but still had a huge impact on yonghwa’s life. i don’t know how many of y’all will remember them, but back in the day, yonghwa had a best friend called kiyoung and a crush on yujin. when those two dropped at the same time, oh, that was a huge blow. thank them both for being a part of his life. also, jane was a heavy loss for me because i adore her quirkiness. bobby come back, you can blame it all on me.

lastly, i want to thank all of the mods for their hard working maintaining the rp! thanks so much, legacy wouldn’t be fun without you!

for the head admins, i have a few extra blurbs because we’ve been together for a whole year. for our admin l, you’ve worked hard. it is not easy to run events and i feel like i’ve definitely pushed you with some difficult questions before. i am glad we are friends and get to chat often about random tidbits. i am also happy you are taking time for yourself and taking care of real life concerns. your wellness is always the priority! character wise, i have a feeling @lgcmiso and daehyung will actually get along well~

marie because i can’t even remember what is your official admin letter OTL i just remember you as the mother of merlin and writer of @lgcxking. it is not like i don’t like jin, but that king is the one i had the most threads with. i really love yonghwa and king interaction because in a place where everyone must be civil and friendly, their hate for each other is so damn refreshing. i still think five years from now on they’ll be friends, but not before trying to claw out each other’s eyeballs first over their smutty fanfics. sorry for keep harassing hyuncheol and calling him papi, please continue to feed me merlin content. he is the best boy.

FINALLY admin g our grace you are so awesome. i can always count on you to hear me bitch for the two minutes before my angy fade and for last minute cramming. on the week before date lottery is due and i am wailing pathetically for my points, grace is always here to pull through! @lgchanbyul and yonghwa as on screen couple is actually pretty adorbs. also @lgcjaesun, thanks for dealing with daehyung as a dorm mate. the devil is gone now but his influence will always be there

i have so many more people i want to mention but only so much time. just know i appreciate everyone. thanks for a great year, hopefully there’ll be many more!

#tried my best #did not tag everyone by all of their characters #i love everyone and happy 1 yr #lgc:anniversary

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